Earth: Final Conflict (1997–2002): Season 3, Episode 16 - Through Your Eyes - full transcript

Previously on Gene Roddenberry's
Earth Final Conflict:

What I am learning from
these inferior beings

is that their individuality
strengthens them.

Human are beholden
only onto themselves,

they act out of individual free will,
not the compulsion of a commonality.

- Stop! You can?t come through here.
- I'm the President's Chief of Staff.

I'm beginning to have concerns about
this state of emergency, Mr. President.

- I know what I'm doing, Hubble.
- Do you?

- Yeah! What voters want.
- No, this is what Zo'or wants.

I cannot win the hearts and minds
of your race until I know them.

Renee Palmer,



show me your fears.

A select group of sociologists,
educators and scientists

worked with the Taelon Synod for nearly
2 years to make this day possible.

It is with great pride
that I present to you

the Taelon interactive
database of the galaxies.

In an effort to represent diverse
cultures from across the universe,

we have provided
multimedia information

on over 1,000 species alien to Earth.

And, as you see,

we designed the interactivity
with children utmost in mind.

It is our hope, indeed, our true goal

for human kind to gain
a better understanding

of the universal
commonality of life itself.

For no matter who we are, what
we look like or where we live,



we are all part of the same species,

the enigmatic species called life.

We're under attack, unknown
assailant with an energy weapon.

He's blown up the virtual
glass. We're pinned down.

Weapon fire's coming from the
southeast end of the concourse.

Let's go! He's down here.

Stop or I'll shoot!

Let me take a look.

How did this happen? Virtual glass is
impervious to all but a few weapons.

Weapons we guard closely.

Suspect's hit.

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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.

The assailant's last known
location was a section of walkway

between 6th and E, we're
lighting it up with the laser.

Conduct a tri-level search outward.

Virtual glass energy field was
disrupted in several places.

This is security level 5.

80 microns thick,
resonating at 40 tetra clicks.

That should've stopped a truck.

Should've stopped anything,
but a Taelon battle cannon.

We have the weapons that can do this,
but we've never released the technology.

- It's highly restricted.
- Somebody's got it.

Taelons based their whole
security scheme on virtual glass.

They've used it in every
facility they have on Earth.

I've already advised the
Synod to cancel all activities

until the assassin is apprehended.

Assassin?

Da'an is fortunate to be
alive, wouldn't you think?

The guy used a streaming pulse
weapon, he had clear shot.

If he really wanted to hit
Da'an, I think he would've.

In fact, he had to work hard
not to kill somebody in here.

The worst we got were
some scared people.

They've lost the assailant,
but they found the gun.

A Hamerlin CD-57.

This serial number is from a shipment
stolen in an ID freightage last month.

It's just about the same time
they first hit the stores.

And we got a bulletin from the ATF.

Yeah, I read it, 10000 sold in six
weeks, mass-produced, street legal.

Hamerlin can't make them fast enough.

Not exactly a highly
restricted Taelon supergun.

Nice balance. Feels human.

Well, it should be. Hamerlin
holds all the patents.

This gun was never designed
to penetrate virtual glass.

Right, it was never designed
with a transducer, either.

We got an intelligence
report from Hong Kong

hinting we might be seeing
these on the black market.

This one really cranked up the power.

Coordinated with the search teams,
Major, I'll inform the mother ship.

Do we have any video
surveillance from the area?

Bank, jewelry store, traffic cams?

- Nothing clean yet.
- What do you mean?

You guys should be able to pull an image
from just about anything these days.

He had some kind of jamming device

which interfered with
electronic circuitry for blocks.

The only images we have are distorted.

I'm pushing the lab for enhancement.

I'll get copies, take
a look at them later.

Right.
Also...

I don't want any additional facts
released to the press, Major.

The public thinks the
Taelons are invulnerable,

let's keep it that way.

A reporter at SatNet News has leaked
information about the attack on Da'an.

Details were on the
station's evening news.

And what about the
modified pulse weapon?

Reports that it pierced
virtual glass are everywhere.

As expected, public concern
is growing by the hour.

Excellent. The operation
has been a complete success.

Everything has transpired
exactly as planned.

We were very fortunate this time.

I find your lack of confidence
distressing, Agent Sandoval.

My only concern is for
your well-being, Zo'or.

I simply suggest you explore other

less dangerous means to accomplish
your goals in the future.

As a reminder, you are my
Protector, not my keeper.

There is a difference.
I suggest you learn it.

Alright, what do you make of this?

"Two months ago the Taelons initiated a
lawsuit against Hamerlin Guns and Ammo"

Makers of the energy weapon used
in the attack on the embassy.

Taelons argued that it was possible
to modify Hamerlin's pulse weapons

to make them more powerful.

Looks like the Taelons
lost their case.

Court records were then sealed
under order of National Security.

So, how did you find out?

A friend at the Department of
Justice likes to hear himself talk.

The gun, the attack,
none of it adds up.

So, who's this guy?

We don't know. I think
he was acting alone.

I got Augur working with some
surveillance tapes of the area,

but the shooter had some
kind of jamming device on him.

Well, if anyone could pull an image,
it's Augur. What about the gun?

No prints. But the FBI
matched the registration

to a shipment of stolen CD-57s
hijacked from a transport six weeks ago.

That?ll lead nowhere fast.

The real issue is that
the device the shooter

used to bump up the
weapon's discharge.

- The transducer.
- Yes, black market.

There's only a handful of people
capable of making such a device

and they stay pretty much underground.

It's just too many loose ends
that lead back to the Taelons.

- They gotta be involved in this.
- What else is new?

Mr. Urick.

Nice to see you, Miss
Palmer. Thanks for meeting me.

Well, when the Chief of Staff for
the President of the United States

wants to see me, I
usually try to fit him in.

I appreciate that. What
can I get you to drink?

- Thank you. They know me here.
- I'll remember that.

So, Mr. Urick,

we've seen each other
at charity events,

openings, fundraisers
for what, five years now?

Sounds about right.

And we've never said more
than ten words to each other,

and now out of the blue
you ask me to lunch. Why?

Well, it took me a while
to get my courage up.

Nice try. I'll make that
a barely passable try.

I do appreciate your honesty.
Let me offer the same.

The President is anxious to leave office
with his popularity at all-time high.

So, our strategy is to court
the heavy hitters first,

like yourself, the opinion makers.

What's he worried about? Thompson will
be fairly remembered in the White House

when first contact with
the companions was made.

Yeah, but he'd rather be
remembered as a president

who successfully integrated
Taelon culture into human society.

Are you telling me those rumors of
discord between the President and Zo'or

were just political gossip?

Well, let's just say that the two
parties have reached a new understanding.

One that they both can live with.

I see how this all works for the
President, but what about you, Mr. Urick?

Where do you stand?

Well, when it comes to Taelons,
right behind my President, of course.

Can I interest you with some
popcorn as an appetizer, perhaps?

- It's really fresh.
- Sure, why not?

Let me show you what I got.

This is the best you can pull
off the surveillance tapes?

Hey, I don't know what kind of
jamming device this guy was using.

Nothing off the
shelf, that's for sure.

- Never seen distortion like that.
- Terrific.

Have ye a little faith.

Your teams of brilliant FBI agents

canvasing buildings
around the embassy, right?

- Yeah, they didn't turned up a thing.
- Did they think to look here?

Into few of these. Nearly every office
in those buildings has a computer

equipped with a video pickup like this.
And some of those are facing the window.

Now, I got to thinking.

What if somebody was video conferencing
at the exact same time of the attack?

Now, it took some digging, I almost gave
up, but then Wade Williams came through.

He just finalized the deal
with the textile manufacture

in Malaysia when he got up.

And right at that moment

the jamming signal was too
far away to be effective.

- Augur, you're a...
- A genius, yes, so I've been told.

Anyway, I ran the image through
the FBI global ID bank.

- Scott Pierce, that's our man.
- Don't go opening the champagne just yet.

Not until you see his
last known address.

Saint John's Neurological Center?

Looking for someone?

Zo'or?

I think the process actually
gets easier with each transfer.

You were through with
this, I thought we agreed.

I knew a lack of brain activity would allow
my temporary presence in human body.

But I did not anticipate that
without intellect to control them,

the human's animal urges would
surge unencumbered through the body.

What of the Commonality? You yourself
said they would never condone this.

I will not limit my actions in
accordance to the will of the Synod.

There's more to learn
from the experience.

I believe we have much to gain.

I shall proceed.

Pierce's body is
already severely damaged.

I don't know how much
more abuse it can take.

Nonsense, it is merely a vessel.

A container for my life force.

And I have never felt better.

I cannot possibly guarantee your
safety under these circumstances.

Should something happen
and can't get to a portal,

you can become trapped in this body.

You could die, Zo'or.

The pursuit of knowledge
is not without its risks,

Agent Sandoval.

You were about to tell me about
a patient of yours Scott Pierce.

Right. Well, you do appreciate
my predicament, don't you?

With most of our patients their
families leave the hospital,

that's me, completely
responsible for them.

Privacy is of utmost concern.

Well, Scott Pierce is a suspect
in the shooting at the embassy.

Well, then I suggest you
got some homework to do.

Scott Pierce has been in a
coma for the last 3 months.

I'd like to see him myself, Doctor.

Look, if it were up to me, you could

wheel him down the station and
snap a mug shot, for all I care.

But it isn't.

Unauthorized visitations
are strictly forbidden.

Even for a Companion Protector.

Thanks for your time.

I'll be back.

- What is it?
- A Companion Protector was just here,

- asking questions.
- Who?

- Major Kincaid.
- Tighten security and wait for my orders.

There's no record of
you in Saint John system.

When did they start this procedure?

I worked here for two years and all
of a sudden it maximum security prison?

I don't know, sir.

International Global Link.
I forgot my flex reader.

I'm already checked
in, it's down there.

- Ma'am!
- Look, I'm late for surgery,

my name's gotta be in there, Dr.
Mitchell Hunter, try it again.

I've got a patient
waiting, a sick man.

It's Mitchell Hunter. Hunter, with an H.

Here I am. Right above the
International Global Link.

Thank you.

- Eagan.
- I'm here.

He's on his way in.
You have men ready?

Yeah, professionals,
just like you insisted.

Make sure they understand.

- Absolutely no one gets killed.
- Got it.

Can you hear me?

He's in ward 6, room 525.

Who are you?

Oh, I'm sorry, I must
be in the wrong room.

- Are you looking for Scott?
- No, I'm not. Is he your husband?

Yeah. He's a cop. He was
shot during a robbery.

- The Taelons, they are really helping him.
- Is he in treatment now?

I don't know, he was supposed to be back
tonight, but no one tell me where he is.

Actually, I...

- Do you think you could help me find him?
- I'll do what I can.

What's your problem?

I have no problem.

Nice voice, freak.

- Do not touch me again.
- Or what?

Or I will touch you back.

You are gonna die.

Now you understand my concern, Zo'or.

What I understand is that
the human survival instinct

is simply remarkable.

It completely overtook his body.

But those men could've killed you.

Highly unlikely.

I have never felt so
energized, so invincible.

The human body is not indestructible.

A normal man with these
injuries would already be dead.

Your life force is the only
thing that kept it going.

And your point?

The transference process
alone is burning him up.

You're destroying him.

Without proper recovery
time, Scott Pierce will die.

If you're not careful, you will die.

I have no intentions of
dying, Agent Sandoval.

And Scott Pierce is irrelevant.

I hope you won't take
this the wrong way, but..

you look prettier than
most of my customers.

Well, you're not exactly
what I pictured either.

Well, I keep a pretty low profile.

Have to in my line of work.

You must have pretty good
contacts if you found me.

Augur says you're the best.
So, what have you got for me?

Nice. How much?

Well, maybe we can work
something out. Some kind of trade.

- It all depends.
- On?

Whether you accept my invitation
to dinner tomorrow night.

Gee, with a smooth delivery like
that how could any girl resist, huh?

Hi, honey, who's your friend?
Hold down there, cowboy!

Companion Protector Liam Kincaid.

I've done nothing,
you've got nothing on me.

Oh, relax, I just want to
ask you some questions.

I don't have to answer anything
without a lawyer present.

Oh, no, you don't, but might be able
avoid all of that if you just cooperate.

Ever seen this?

It's not mine if that's
what you wanna know.

Whose is it then? You
should know your competition.

Of course, I do.

And nobody does this kind
of work, not that pretty.

What if you had to guess?

Well, looks high dollar.

Might be government, maybe Taelon.

But then again...

just pretty much the same
thing these days, aren't they?

You are my last resort. I pleaded
with Zo'or to stop to no avail.

And so by revealing the
details of his experiment to me,

you hope that I will convince him
to cease his reckless behavior.

Zo'or is playing with fire, you
have to help, no one else can.

His concern sounds almost genuine.

He's obsessed. If he
continues I'm sure he'll die.

And will the tragedy be
his death, Agent Sandoval,

or your subsequent loss of power?

- Power?
- Yes.

Power over the multitude of
enemies you seem to accumulate.

May I remind you Da'an,
that the only enemies I have

are enemies of the Taelons.

- So, how did you find Pierce?
- I ran his DNA signature

in the database of the
ID Portal Authority.

Now, he's come and gone through
3 city portals in the past week.

Then he returned to the
mother ship. He's there now.

- Surprise, surprise.
- Yeah. And it gets more interesting.

I ran some tests on the
video tape you gave me.

Any idea how Pierce was
jamming those frequencies?

Yeah.

With Taelon energy.

What's the bottom line?

If I didn't know any better,
I'd say that Pierce is Taelon.

Getting these energy weapons off the
street can be worth your life, Zo'or.

You underestimate the dilemma.

Now that there's such ease
in obtaining the transducers,

the proliferation of
energy weapons on Earth

poses a serious threat
to Taelon security.

Even so, there are certainly
other less destructive

ways of dealing with the situation.

The Taelons cannot mandate
a ban of these weapons.

So, we must manipulate your
species to ban them for us.

You honestly believe that by
perpetrating a high profile crime

with a pulse weapon, you
can rally needed support?

Most certainly.

I have already demonstrated that the
manipulation of the human electorate

is a straightforward proposition.

Only if you have an issue capable
of galvanizing human emotion.

And even then, we require an image,

a symbol we can grasp onto,

a tragedy that can unite us.

Precisely, Agent Sandoval.

Miss Palmer, there's a
gentleman here to see you.

Well, well.

Twice in one week. To what do
I owe the pleasure this time?

I wanted to personally
ensure your attendance

at this fund raiser
I'm hosting tonight.

I'm sorry, I thought my office
already called with my...

Oh, yeah, they did,
that's why I'm here.

To change your mind.

- I'm flattered, Mr. Urick.
- Please, call me Hubble.

Alright, Hubble.

But you came all the way here
just to invite me to your party?

What, are all the globals
in
the White House broken?

Well, the other day at lunch, I got the
feeling that you're holding something back.

- When we were talking about the Taelons.
- Nothing could be further from the truth.

I guess I misread you, I'm sorry.

What exactly are you
getting at, Hubble?

Look, Renee, I haven't made
any secret with my problem

with the Taelon
occupation of the Earth.

Occupation? That's
certainly a negative slant

on their presence
here, wouldn't you say?

I know you're aware of the Taelons'
operation during the state of emergency.

- How would you characterize it?
- Exactly as you have.

But then why did the President initiated
the state emergency to begin with?

Well, that's a valid question. And
in my opinion, it was a mistake.

And what do you want from me?

Regardless of my personal
feelings, the President has asked me

to broker peace between the Taelons
and the Administration, and to do that,

I need to have the advice of someone who's
working successfully with the Taelons.

- Me?
- You.

Come to the event,

observe, and then give me your take
on how to best deal with the Taelons.

Taelons?

Just as an advisor.
That's all I'm asking.

Really? I thought it
was a fund raiser.

You're not asking me
for a big check as well?

Okay, your analysis and a big check.

Alright, Hubble.

I'll be there.

- Verbal commands.
- Acknowledged.

- Midas.
- Your identity is confirmed, Major Kincaid.

I'm looking for a human named Scott
Pierce. Where is he on the ship?

Unknown.

What about Zo'or, where's he now?

Bridge.

Show me an overlay of
Zo'or's movements on the ship.

Everywhere he's gone
for the past 48 hours.

- Tell me what's there.
- Restricted. Information not available.

Thank you for coming.

Good evening.

- You look absolutely wonderful.
- Thank you.

- Zo'or will be here shortly.
- That should get the party going.

I'm sorry, I guess I've just heard
Zo'or's stock speech too many times.

You know the game. The
President needs Zo'or as an ally.

You can achieve an alliance without
portaling in the entire Hollywood A-list.

It's to me like you wanna impress him.

Well, let's just say I wouldn't be unhappy
if Zo'or left here with a good impression.

President's good will, or you?

Both, actually.

Weren't we just talking yesterday
about your problems with the Taelons?

No candidate is gonna get elected to
a national office without the support

of the Taelons, that's
a political reality.

Nothing else, I am a realist.

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

Don't get me wrong.

The country would be lucky
to have you in public service.

Thank you. It means a lot.

Consider tonight the
beginning of a relationship.

If you ever need any help
with our alien friends,

you know where to find me, Hubble.

Thanks for that, too, Renee.

Observe.

- What's going on?
- I'm on the mother ship,

where they've been keeping Pierce's
comatose body in some kind of transfer room.

- Transfer room?
- Augur was right.

- Pierce is a Taelon. Zo'or.
- What?

The transfer process must have
pulled Pierce out of his coma

but is left him vulnerable
to Zo'or's control.

It must've been Zo'or's
energy jamming all the cameras.

I just missed Pierce.

There's a security lock on
this portal, I can't track him.

He's wearing a tuxedo, I have
no idea where he was headed.

I do.

Sniper! Sniper! Everyone down!

I've got the shooter! Secure the
building! Look for accomplices!

- You alright?
- Yeah.

You're dying, let me help you.

He's taking him to the mother ship.
He'll never get out of there alive.

Help me get him on the gurney.

We have to complete the
transfer before Pierce dies.

The human subject is
no longer in a coma.

The transfer procedure had the...

residual effect of awaking him from his
malady. We can return him to the hospital.

It is unfortunate that Mr. Pierce
will not be able to enjoy recovery.

He is a loose end
that must be severed.

Terminate him. And
dispose of the body.

Display all current
inter-ship communication links.

Switch to commlink code AB-409.

Dispose of the body on C
Deck. I'll meet you there.

- Sir, this person is dead.
- Execute the order, Volunteer.

- What activated the sirens?
- It was a false alarm, sir.

Very well, proceed.

Your lust for blood and
violence will destroy us.

To the contrary, it will save us.

Then you admit that seeking to ban
the energy weapons was but a ruse.

That you sought out such
degeneracy for its own sake.

Without hesitation.

It is essential that I know the
power of human survival instinct.

Kill or be killed. I
felt it, experienced it.

You are an abomination
to the Commonality.

The Jaridians are a
violent murderous species.

If the Taelons cannot find a way to
take an evolutionary step backwards

and reacquire basic survival
instincts, they will slaughter us.

Before you pass judgement and
damn the entire Taelon race,

I challenge you to feel
this power that I have felt.

- Doctor. Any news?
- As a matter of fact...

- Hi, sweetheart.
- I knew it, I knew you'd be okay.

They're totally exposed here,
we gotta move them out now,

- get them into hiding.
- Yeah, one more minute.

Who knows how many more
they?ll get after today.

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