Original subtitles

Previously on Gene Roddenberry's Earth Final Conflict:

My engineers tells me that

the Taelons scientists are reviving your human genetic research project.

We're not talking about people, but androids.

Laboratory creations that are vessels for human consciousness.

Bio-surrogates.

This project maybe our best hope for synergy

between Taelons and humans.

You may seek synergy, I seek dominion.

You know the game, President needs Zo'or as an ally, and nothing else. I'm a realist.

Feels to me like you've got political plans of your own.

If you ever need any help with your alien friends,

you know where to find me, Hubble.

Security breach in area 5, please submit proper identification.

Thank you, Miss Palmer.

The security system is currently disarmed, Miss Palmer.

Hold it!

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They have come to Earth with the promise of peace.

An alien race called the Taelons.

But, there are those who resist these Alien Companions.

For the Taelons' true mission,

the secrets they hide

will forever alter our world.

The fate of humanity now relies

on those who dare challenge the future

of Earth.

Any sign of forced entry or tampering with your security system?

No, he came in from the sundeck.

Three apartment share so I've got the same oculars scanner

on that door as I do on the front door.

That reads the DNA from your eye?

Yeah, yeah, my tear fluid actually.

You see, when the system's armed the whole place shifts

a quarter of a degree into four dimensions.

You can't break in. It just isn't there.

You can't fool a system like that with a blood sample or a skin swab.

It only responds to living DNA, in other words, to you.

Well, I didn't break into my own place.

And whoever did used a portable Taelon ID portal.

That doesn't mean it was a Taelons operative.

Pyro-portals are getting easier to buy.

It could be corporate espionage, I mean I do keep company R&D,

trade reports and so forth in my computer, but

I checked, they are secure.

Now, I'm thinking this was about the Resistance.

Maybe or...

Well, I have been doing a little backdoor diplomacy

for the President and the Chief of Staff.

Could Taelons know about that?

Well, the Taelon embassy here keeps

a surveillance log on all White House visitors.

Care to comment?

All right, look, it's been kept very quiet.

Hubble Urich has asked me to lobby the Fortune top 50 to support ratification

of the Atlantic National Alliance.

Well, that's an uphill climb.

It's happening, Liam, a global realignment.

24 western leaders took a secret vote

and said "yay to humanity" last week in Brussels.

Gonna take the planet back.

Aren't we talking about the same people who gave up the planet?

It's different now, this is national policy, not a resistance fifth column.

Don't underestimate the power of the Taelons, they're slow to change.

They like things just the way they are.

Insidious blue vein piranhas.

Relax, Hubble, I still have the dossier.

We can't prove the Taelons were behind the break in.

And who else would it be?

You didn't really expect the Synod

to embrace the pro-human alliance with open arms.

No more than I expect you to be here recruiting ANA supporters.

Really, Hubble, a party hosted by the UN Companion?

Think about sticking your head in a tiger's mouth.

And where else you gonna find all these movers and shakers.

Besides, they are only here out of fear.

Our latest bypoll shows a 30% state emphatically

the Companions worn out their welcome, another 30% are thinking it.

Well, you know the old saying: "fish and alien stink after three years".

Or maybe we're just finding our spines again.

Those of us who lost them.

Point taken.

The President thinks you're doing a stellar job, you brought Gates, Brandsome,

Joshua Doors.

But there are still too many holdouts.

Like our Nobel laureate friend over there, Dr. Raymond Stephen Fuchs.

He showed, I thought he despises the Taelons.

No more than everyone else.

That's why I had you email his Chief Financial Officer for a face to face.

Your old Harvard girlfriend. Over there.

Hubble, I told you,

we had a falling out. I don't want to have to deal with her directly.

Her boss is a word player in bio-medical, we need him.

I'll handle him, you bury the hatchet and do what's best for your country.

Clear?

Clear.

In the meantime, go the hell.

Claire Yeats.

I believe you know Renee Palmer.

Well, I'm sure you two have a lot of catching up to do.

I'll see you later.

Hi, Renee.

Chief Financial Officer, how about that.

I see you're running things at Doors International, it's not too shabby.

Once upon a time, there were two college roommates at Harvard.

Best of friends. What happened to them?

Life.

After graduation, he just disappeared.

I emailed you for six months, no answer.

Believe me it wasn't planned.

I've really missed you, Renee.

Could have fooled me.

So what now?

A hug maybe?

A hug.

I can do that.

This Atlantic National Alliance,

I have not seen it in your reports, Agent Sandoval.

I'm still obtaining details.

24 nations blended economies, shared security, coordinated military;

leaders in Washington, London, Paris and Berlin.

But only a pact quasi-official.

As yet, but they do intend to modify their national constitutions

and make it very official.

Under what banner? Anti-Taelon?

Not overtly.

More of an Earth first point of view. At the moment they are gathering support.

Including that of Dr. Raymond Fuchs.

So I understand Zo'or.

Fuchs and any other influential human they can bring to their cause.

Where you aware, that one of Fuchs's senior people was contacted by Doors International?

Yes. Renee Palmer.

The White House has her working on the Fortune top 50.

It was only matter of time before someone made contact to twist Fuchs' arm.

- I'm watching the situation. - As I would expect.

But you may need do more than watch.

So, are we hungry yet?

No offence, I mean I'm happy to be going out for dinner, but

when was the last time you cooked a meal?

Last time you got food poisoning?

- Ah, No. - Safe.

Look at you.

Ivy League Championships, 10 meter dive.

Yeah, I'm remember that.

Double back with the full twist, the water like a dart.

You never stop competing, you never let go.

No I don't.

Renee...

the reason I dropped-off the planet... I met someone.

Stephen, right after graduation.

We were gonna run away, get married. His family threatened me.

After that I just couldn't connect with anyone anymore.

Can you forgive me now?

Forgive you, what's to forgive? You're here.

I'm happy be here.

What time of the reservations?

Reservations... I better change. I'll be back in 10 minutes.

You've never got dressed in 10 minutes in your life.

Some things never change.

I'm here.

Morning.

So? What's so urgent you had to interrupt my hangover?

We had fun last night?

Too much for one college flashback.

Augur leave any Aspirin around?

Under the proton scatter gun.

What's up?

The IPs from your security system.

Your DNA was suspended in some kind of chemical tears that was sprayed on.

My living DNA, that's not possible.

At least, not in a way I know of.

- Had any health issues lately? - No.

All right, I had a biopsy done about a month ago, at Johns Hopkins.

Never mind, it was benign.

Did they put you under?

Sure, but, Liam, we're talking about Johns Hopkins medical center.

They have a DonorMed clinic there. DonorMed specializes in adapted DNA, right?

- Organ transplants, tissue biopsies. - What are you driving at?

Claire Yates.

CFO at DonorMed, suddenly back in your life after all these years

just as the ANA gets hot?

Coincidence. Look, I also give blood every now and then.

We're talking about living DNA.

Blood samples don't have any life-force, they can't reproduce.

Faking your DNA is very advanced.

Who does it better than Fuchs?

Fine. Fine. Dig into DonorMed.

And Johns Hopkins. But let me deal with Claire.

Don't want to ruin friendship I just got back.

I hope you're not squeamish, Renee.

You don't mind if I call you Renee?

- Then you don't mind if I call you Raymond? - I prefer Doctor.

Or, at least, until we get to know each other a little better.

No, Doctor, I'm not squeamish.

You recognized the computer system?

Yes, yes, uh, Doors Excel 20.20.

Yes, Jonathan Doors was a visionary.

It is tragic how it all ended.

Tell me, does his son Joshua share his father's maverick trades?

For one thing, he publicly supports the New Alliance.

He's ready to start putting humanity first.

Well, I have always put humanity first.

Then why won't you step up to the plate and support the ANA.

You can shape policy.

A policy void of any Taelon influence.

Part of the Alliance agenda is to lift European trade barriers.

We can double our presence.

Look, your work proves than human evolution is moving along just fine on its own.

We need leaders to light the way. You are one of them.

A good pitch. I will think about it.

And get back to you.

I know he is overbearing and obnoxious.

But the job's decent, travel's good and the stock options are terrific.

My meeting's with Zo'or.

No, your meeting's with me.

We've read your report and found it evasive in a number of areas.

Evasive? What the hell do you know about my work.

You're just an errand boy.

You're a bloody hatched man.

Likewise, you'd be twisting up in a coffer from Huntington's chorea

were it not for the generosity of the Taelons.

Instead you're rich and famous.

Can we move on?

Now.

I have 23 pairs of chromosomes.

Each with coded six foot strands of uniquely generated DNA, original DNA.

Here, an electron microscopic enhancement of the helices.

- What about the risk of mutation? - Please.

Biochemistry 101: mutations are common and mostly harmless.

- Mostly? - Look, I'm ready to kick-start

the life process from scratch, created from raw DNA.

Now, only God has managed to pull that off, but he had an advantage.

He did not have to put up with your red tape!

Zo'or wants to proceed with caution, there's a lot riding on phase three.

Have I ever disappointed him?

My God, you have living proof of adaptive DNA's potential.

A gram of purified Taelon core energy is all I need to make the creation of life itself

a reality. Now, you tell me what is the hold-up?

The hold-up is the Taelon core energy is tightly protected with the Synod.

And you have yet to prove that you can apply its

quantum components to carbon-based genetic material.

Well, I can't prove it unless I have something to work with, can I?

I'll forward your request to Zo'or, and be in touch.

Well, then give him my regards. And thank you once again for wasting my time.

Here's what you asked for.

Now give me what I asked for.

Thank you, Zo'or.

Stephen?

Claire.

Is that you?

Oh, my angel.

Every time I think you're never coming back to me. And then...

I'll always come back to you, always.

Liam. Hi.

What's this?

Your medical file from Johns Hopkins.

I don't recall giving you permission to pry into my personal affairs.

Hold it. While you were undergoing your biopsy,

guess who paid a visit that same day to the DonorMed clinic down the hall.

Your friend. Claire.

She also shows up on Zo'or's confidential visitors log with her boss Dr. Fuchs.

You're saying she, Fuchs, DonorMed are in business with the Taelons.

Maybe Fuchs has been getting assistance with his genetic work.

You're online to your new surveillance video, right?

Yeah, I can check the system from here, why?

She came over yesterday, you had drinks, went to dinner at 7.

So, what's your point Liam?

I went up to dress, she's fixing her makeup...

- What's that? - I think a time cut.

Maybe a hologram device, something to fool the camera.

She's really obsessed about her appearance.

She keeps touching up the same spot over and over...

Yeah, yeah I see it.

- What's that? - Something confidential.

Ok, maybe I'm jumping the gun. Believe me, I wanna be wrong.

Fortunately you're not.

This disk was in my desk. I brought with me this morning.

Somehow Claire copied its files without even touching it.

I feel he's angry.

He's had a good week, but now he is tired and angry.

Stephen, please, I don't wanna think about Raymond right now.

- I'm sorry, I can't help it. - I know.

He just invades my thoughts, my dreams.

Sometimes it is if I am floating inside of him, I'm trapped in this

whirling dark pool of... I don't know.

- What the feeling is? Is it desire? - No, it's ego.

Listen to me, you not him. Understand?

Yes, he created you, but you're more than a sum of his genes.

You're goodness and light, and the love of my life.

I don't understand, Claire, why did he create me? Why am I here?

Am I just a part of him that he had to get rid of so he gets to do as he pleased?

I think Raymond considers you someone that he would like to be,

but never can be.

What he is ultimately trying to create is wrong.

It has to be stopped.

Claire...

I think I know of a way to get out of here.

No, Stephen, please, don't risk it. If the Taelons catch you...

If anything happens to you...

Fuchs could always create another me.

How can you say that? There can never be another you.

I'm sorry. I don't know where that came from.

Yes, I do.

Just be patient.

- I am. - I love you.

I ran a computer viral analysis. I'm afraid it's been decoded, copied, compromised.

Oh, that's just dandy: DonorMed a Taelon front, Claire Yates a Taelon stooge.

- Apparently. - She was your friend, damn it!

You hadn't seen her in years, right?

So, why didn't you checked her out before inviting her into your home?

Hey! Who's idea what it to contact her in first place,

to pull her back into my life for political leverage?

And as far as background checks go, doesn't the White House Chief of Staff

have the CIA, the NSA and the FBI and his disposal?

Look, the bottom line is we've been snookered.

We just served the Taelons our entire Alliance strategy

and our contact list on a silver platter!

- So what do we do now? - We don't do anything.

We're gonna have to find a new power broker to step in and serve.

You do that.

Spend the day waiting for the back orders of the Taelons archives.

It's obscure, but once I knew the search for Claire Yates, I scored a direct hit.

I don't want to talk about her right now. I just wanna wring her scrawny little neck.

She was abducted, Renee.

They take her aboard the mothership 5 years ago

for observation and experimentation, and all that implies.

Our Companions were canvasing her through over a year before their official arrival.

So, those 6 months I don't hear from her after graduation, they had her?

Bastards.

- Here you go. - Thank you.

Listen, I find out the Taelons were testing synthetic brain chemistry on Claire.

They're using something called neural chemical bonding

with her and a subject name Stephen.

She told me about him. The love of her life.

Probably another abductee. There's at least 50 of them.

It had to be. She so passionate about him.

They were gonna get married until his family got in the way.

She has no idea that we're onto her, so I think you should make contact with her.

Tell her there's some new information about the Alliance or something.

That you should talk.

And then what do I do? Confront her?

Accuse her? Tier her up and deprogram her?

Hey, she's still your friend, right?

Well, then reach out and be one.

Roderick. Roderick, are you there?

I think there's a comet.

Right there. Above Orion's Belt. Can you see it?

I'm so sorry.

Thank you for visiting, Dr. Fuchs.

Get out the way!

- Doctor Fuchs. - You recognize me?

Sure! What happened to you? Why you're on the street like this?

I've been held captive, I have to get to DonorMed.

Look, let�s get you in the truck back to the station. You can give us the description,

we'll roll out some extra radio cars in the neighborhood and find the scum. Come on.

Claire, take a look.

For your eyes only.

Because I trust you.

What is it? It looks official.

Your form his still excellent, Claire.

Only these days you've exercised yourself with an ID portal.

- You betrayed me from the get-go. - What are you talking about?

You, Dr. Fuchs in collusion with Zo'or.

DonorMed is a secret Taelon coverture, isn't it?

Meet Liam, good friend of mine.

Claire, we know that the Taelons abduct you 5 years ago.

We can only imagine what they put you through.

- No CVI? - No, I don't need one.

Zo'or has control over Stephen.

What choice do I have? I have to free him from the mother ship.

I'm so sorry, Renee.

What's Stephen's full name. I've a list of all the abductees.

He's not on the abductee list, he's Dr. Fuchs' identical twin.

What?

I didn't know that when the Taelons put us together.

Stephen, he took care of me those first few horrible days.

We fell in love and now we're more in love than ever.

Zo'or knows and one day he's gonna let us live in peace.

And what's that gonna take?

They're behind everything we do at DonorMed.

Everything that got Fuchs his Nobel prize.

Yeah, what have you got?

I don't expect you forgive me.

Good.

Sandoval's launched the manhunt

for human escapee from the mother ship, portalled down to DC area.

Stephen. Oh, God!

I begged him not to. He's on his way to DonorMed, the main facility.

He knows nothing about Earth, he... he'll get lost.

Listen, we'll help you find him, Ok?

- Just no more lies, no more games. - Yes. All right. Can we go now?

Good evening. Would you, please, verify your identity.

The lab's downstairs, the executive office is right and the end of the hall.

Renee, I'll canvas this floor. You and Claire take the lower level.

All right.

Stephen.

Stephen, hold up.

Get your hands off me, you idiot, or I'll call the security.

Oh, no need.

I'm right here. I'm looking for your better half, Dr. Fuchs.

Well, Claire's safely registered under an alias at the Watergate hotel.

- Any news on Stephen. - None.

He's showing a remarkable stealth, managed to dock a full Volunteer dragnet.

What about Fuchs, did he cooperate at all?

Tight-lipped about the Taelons, more worried about any leaks to the press.

And he didn't seem thrilled about Stephen finally escaping from the mother ship.

What the prefer him incarcerated with the Taelons? Talk about sibling rivalry.

Oh, we're not talking about siblings here.

Stephen's not his twin by birth, he's a genetically perfect clone.

He sounds more like a real human than any clone I've heard about.

I went back into the mother ship archives. Guess where I found Fuchs.

At Johns Hopkins medical center 5 years back, not as a doctor though,

as a patient.

He had Huntington's Chorea and about 3 months to live.

That's right around the time the Genome project finished.

Fuchs spent his career finding defective genes, but he couldn't save himself.

- His condition had progress too far. - So, the Taelons offered him a deal.

They must have, because in that 3 months timeframe, he made a total recovery

and an amazing discovery.

- Adaptive DNA. - Which launched him and DonorMed, but...

Then he took it one step further, in secret, cloning himself, he created Stephen.

Still a major leap. I mean, we know the Taelons can create clones,

but fully functional humans?

And why did he do it? For insurance? Source for spare parts?

Maybe.

Hard to believe than anybody could be that narcissistic.

Well, we all wanna live forever, don't we?

But Stephen is more than that. Claire loves him.

That's depends. Remember the Taelons were testing synthetic brain chemistry?

Would if she has like some neural chemical addiction to Stephen?

Synthetic love?

What if the Taelons can bottle our feelings?

Put in our heads what we always believe came from our hearts?

No fingerprints.

Just what the Taelons ordered, a perfect human being with no identity.

Here, the clinical charts.

If this is valid I'll be back with the pallets of core energy.

Fine. I'll prepare for the implants.

- Have you found Stephen? - No, we're hoping he'll try and find you.

A public search would only draw attention to the program.

I don't see how keeping my work secret serves anyone.

I am creating life here.

I'm altering history more than any prophet or visionary ever conceived.

And I won't be kept under the Taelon thumb forever.

You can count on that.

We have a problem with our Doctor's runaway ego.

As always, where there is an asset there is also a liability.

Be prepare to eliminate the latter.

- Good night. - Good night.

- Do you trust me now? - That's a start.

You promised me that we'd look for Stephen.

Oh, we will, but that's not why we're here.

- I don't understand. You said that... - It's called accountability, Claire.

You justified what you did to help Stephen,

but now it's time to find out just what you've been a part of.

Taelons records indicate they helped Fuchs perfect adaptive DNA.

He's working on something for them in return.

Whatever it is, it's gotta be in this building.

What's behind this door?

I don't know, I've only seen the coding room.

- I'm telling the truth. - The truth...

Fuchs gave the Taelons electronic password for their project.

I'm hopping it'll override this base level security.

I knew nothing about this.

Are they alive?

Living maybe, but not alive.

They're only half human.

They'll never talk or think.

This place is a maze. We need a diagram of the building to know what's in here.

It's an organ farm, right, Claire?

Take what you need...

Liver here, kidney there...

Fuchs had a perfect gene pool to study. Why not use it to create this factory.

Well, I guess, once you get a teste for creation, it's hard to stop.

Ok, I downloaded the blueprints of the DonorMed facility. What else do you want?

You to be straight with us. Stephen's not a twin.

He's a clone. He and Fuchs are one and the same.

No, they're not. Fuchs is a driven ego maniac.

My Stephen is pure. He's goodness and kindness, and light.

And on the flip side of that coin, there's what? Evil, cruelty, darkness.

They live side by side, at least, in the human experience.

Your love for Stephen,

we need you to consider the possibility that it could be a psychological manipulation.

- Something chemically induced. - The Taelons abducted you.

They put you with a clone human so that they could observe human sexuality.

They forced me to work for them or I'd never seen Stephen again.

Now Fuchs is about to create unique human beings from raw DNA.

He uses Taelon core energy as the catalyst to spark the life force.

So, we're talking about made-to-order human beings.

Yeah, and the Taelons are designing the menu.

Steven knew it was wrong. We both did.

He wanted Raymond to stop, that's why he escaped.

Liam, look. I don't think we saw everything in that room.

He's here. Stephen, he's here I know it.

According to this, there should be a room behind that wall.

This one's different from the others.

Looks perfectly normal.

But it's not. Its mind is blank.

Like it never lived before, still has to draw its first breath.

Can you tap the DNA? Is it a clone?

No, it's DNA is unique.

Claire?

- Claire, what the hell are you doing here? - You're through playing God, Fuchs.

- I'm shutting you down. - I would check with Zo'or first on that.

Oh, I don't have to. You're illegally cloning hosts for your organ harvest.

Taelons are using you. They've used both of us.

Some pact you made with the Devil here, Doc.

The Devil...

Believe me, when you're dying,

when you find out your child has a week to live

you will beg to make a deal with the devil,

but you won't have to, because you'll have me.

Now, do you really think anybody cares where their donor organ comes from? No!

It's gonna save their life. That's what they care about!

You're through. DonorMed is through as soon as the media finds out about this.

Please, go ahead, alert the media, just tell the world.

Because I have created life here.

And if the Taelon have it their way, humanity will never find out.

It has to stop, Raymond.

- What are you gonna do, kill me? - Stephen, don't.

You've grown a conscience. How quaint.

Put the scalpel down, before you hurt yourself.

Take a look around, Stephen.

Are you forgetting your place here?

You're a host, an organ replacement center for my longevity, got it?

Nothing more.

You are evil.

And who are you to cast stones? Remember, I am you, and you are me.

No, no.

I am the man that you could have been before you sold your soul.

No!

Stephen...

No.

You'll be fine. We can save you've, we know how.

Stephen.

Stephen...

The shooter?

I lost him. Never got a good look.

No... Stephen...

Well, I guess congratulations are in order.

Taelon Times reports ratification of the ANA treaty at two minutes past midnight.

I know, Hubble called me. But you're still gonna do wait and see, huh?

No, I'm gonna keep my cover aid and abet, just like you.

How's Claire holding up?

She's shown a lot of guts sticking around to be the whistle-blower.

Yeah. Her DonorMed stock is in the toilet, but she'll live.

I think I'd like to talk to her alone, do you mind?

- No, tell her I said hi. - Sure.

See you later.

Hi. Time for some coffee?

Sure, but the hearing�s back in session in 10. It's the last day.

Plans after that?

Contacting the other abductees.

They've got the right to be mad as hell.

I'm gonna get them stood up to do something about it.

Good.

You know, you've been through a lot, Claire, and it's not get gonna any easier.

I should cut you some slack. I'm sorry.

Why? I have no right, I abandoned you, lied to you, stole from you.

And you had a reason anyone should understand.

I guess true friendship should be stronger that our weaknesses.

That's what I hope we have and can keep.

I'd like to try. So what now?

What was that you said once? A hug maybe?

A hug? Fine, I can do that.

Come here.

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