Earth: Final Conflict (1997–2002): Season 3, Episode 18 - The Fields - full transcript

Previously on Gene Roddenberry's
Earth Final Conflict:

We have never questioned whether it
is justified for us to kill others.

Self-preservation is a
concept that you taught me.

Perhaps, it is time to
take stock of our actions

to determine if we have the
right to sacrifice others

for the survival of the Taelon race.

There's been a worldwide
firestorm of religious fervor

touched off by the
Companion medical miracle.

One of the beneficiaries of this
Taelon first is Travis Murray,

founder of an organization calling
itself "The Church of the Companions".

I honor your instinct for this work.



Shinouhee Uhuurah!

Every year about this time my dad
and I would go to the family cabin.

Not sure how he knew but we were
always there for first snowfall.

When's the last time you went back?

Right before he died.

So, you're working solo tonight?

Hey. Nah, Gina went back to the
mission to warm up and have some dinner.

Truth is I'm not real crazy
about the food up there.

- We haven't met.
- I'm sorry, Devon, this is Renee.

- Hey, nice to meet you.
- Me too.

- Girlfriend?
- He wishes.

Hey, listen, tell Gina I said hi.

- Oh, I... I'll give at the office.
- No problem.

How can you give money to a cult?



I'm no believer, but they do
some good work for the community.

Let go of me! Somebody
help me, please!

Gina, this is the path
to ultimate salvation,

Service of the highest order.

I don't want to be saved,
I just wanna see Devon.

We have other plans
for your boyfriend.

Devon!

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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.

Liam.

Devon, what are you doing here?

I don't want anyone from
the mission know where I am.

- What's wrong?
- Gina's gone.

They said she went on a mission,
but she'd never leave without me.

Mission?

It's a religious sojourn to
spread the word of the Companions.

He said it'd be two years
before I could even talk to her.

- Who said?
- Reverend Murray.

You know, I threatened to leave the
faith if he wouldn't tell me where

Gina was, but he just questioned
my commitment to the Church.

- Maybe you should contact the police.
- And tell them what?

No crime's been committed.
That's why I need your help.

- What can I do?
- I heard you're a Companion Protector.

Maybe you could talk to
Reverend Murray for me.

I don't know what else to do.

I'll look into it.

Thanks.

Only a select number of Volunteers
even know about the fields,

and their loyalty is unquestionable.

If the Resistance discovers
this unfortunate dependency,

all Earth-based Taelons
will be in peril.

Maybe you should look at this
dilemma differently, Zo'or.

And how would that be, Agent Sandoval?

Perhaps, you shouldn't view it as
dependency, but rather adaptation.

Only in adapting can your
species become stronger.

What can I do for you, Major?

Appreciate you seeing me on
such short notice, Reverend.

Anything for those who
protect those whom I revere.

I understand a woman
named Gina Richardson

used to reside at the
Georgetown mission.

Oh, yes, one of our devote.
What interest you have in Gina?

Let's just say I'm a friend.

I see, you're here in
regard to her mission.

I presume you've already
spoken with Devon.

He's upset that she disappeared.

Gina did not disappear, she's left to
continue the work of the Companions.

Perhaps, if you'd
tell me where she was.

That's privileged information, Major.

I'd appreciate it if you'd
make an exception this time.

I'm sorry, but it's the
policy of the Church.

Well, don't you make policy, Reverend?

Gina signed a consent form
requesting that no one contact her

until she's completed her mission.

Is there any reason why she
doesn't want to be contacted?

She's taking a vow of isolation.

The work requires great
personal sacrifice, Major.

Most missionaries are sent to primitive
societies that have had very little,

if any, interaction with the Taelons.

Could you hold a minute?

If there is any other way I
can help, Major, let me know.

Thanks for your time.

A Companion Protector was just here.

No, he doesn't know
anything about the fields.

You seem a little drained today.

My fatigue is simply the result of
a malfunction in the energy showers.

Maybe I should shuttle you
back to the mother ship.

Perhaps, after Agent Sandoval arrives.

You don't happen to know anything
about the Church of the Companions

mission program, do you?

Only that its intent is
to spread Taelon doctrine.

Although we agree with
Reverend Murray's work,

the Synod felt it best to keep its
distance from Reverend Murray's Church.

Are you aware that there have been complains
from the families of the missionaries

about not being able to
contact their relatives?

The Reverend can hardly
be blamed for that.

For most of these people, the
church is their family now.

- Oh, what about the fields?
- Fields?

Yeah, I overheard Reverend
Murray mention something about it.

Major.

Bottom's up.

- Starlight Motel.
- Devon Zy, please.

Sorry, he's already checked out.

Did he leave a forwarding address?

No, just his suitcase. I guess
he was in a kinda of a hurry.

Thank you.

You have so much faith,
Devon, so much potential.

Unlike your girlfriend,
the church had plans to you.

Plans which now will
never be realized.

Obviously you're still too
attached to earthly concerns

to dedicate yourself
to Taelon teaching.

Now you'll have to
serve in another way.

I don't want anything to do
with your damn church anymore.

Tell me where Gina is!

How about if we just sent you to her?

Where are you taking me?

Let me go!

Major, what do I owe
the pleasure this time?

Actually I was wondering
if you'd heard from Devon.

No. Not since he left the faith.

Liam, should I pack the yellow
or the orange? Oh, good idea.

I did a little bit of checking
on the mission program.

It seems Reverend Murray
has quite the following.

He's established missions all over
the world, two in the DC area alone.

Hey, invitation's still open
if you guys still wanna come.

And like all cults, people usually recruited
for missions have little or no family.

Like Gina and Devon.

Exactly, people whose sole connection
to society is through the church.

- So, what time are you picking me up?
- In about an hour.

Don't be late, hon.

- So, hologirl's real, huh?
- Cute.

- Does she have a name?
- Yes, she has a name.

Well?

Look, I don't ask you about your
personal life, don't ask me about mine.

I have no personal life.

If Gina had traveled out of the
country, the Portal Authority

sure has no record of
it, nor does the customs.

Were you able to track down Devon yet?

Real question is what is the
church doing with these people, and

are the Taelons involved?

We've already hacked into the
church's records and found nothing,

except the names of people
currently on missions.

And unless I'm mistaken, none
of Reverend Murray's flock

is gonna talk to anyone
who isn't a convert.

We need to get inside the program.

That's the only way we'll ever
find out what really going on.

Whatever you guys are
thinking, count me out.

- What are you thinking?
- I don't know.

Never seen the inside
of a mission before.

What is it with you two? Don't
you ever take any time off?

Time is right.

She's got the point, Augur.

Look, I've been planning
this vacation for months.

Nobody's stopping you.

- I know what you're trying to do.
- What are we trying to do?

You're trying to reel me in, make me
feel guilty, but it's not gonna work.

My deposits non-refundable.

We're having a meeting in an
hour if you are interested.

I don't know.

The Church of the Companions
will help you to know.

I'm not really a religious person.

Neither was I.

Eh, maybe another time.
I haven't even eaten yet.

Well, you can eat here.

Name's Samuel.

Robert. Robert Bryce.

Where are you from?

I just moved here from Denver.

We'll make you feel
right at home, Robert.

There is only one path to the truth.

Not just any truth,

but the truth of a species 100
millions years older than our own.

A promise of our next
evolutionary step stands before us.

But only if we spread the word

and enter into a new
relationship with the universe

through the Taelon teachings.

Now.

Let us join hands for a
moment of faith affirmation.

- Amen.
- Amen.

Thank you all for coming.

- Inspiring sermon.
- Yes, thank you.

So?

- What do you think?
- I think I should thank you.

I'm glad you got something out of it.

It's kinda nice being with people
who share the same believes, huh?

Especially being new in town.

Oh, this is Susan Evans, she is newcomer,
too. Susan, this is Robert Bryce.

- Nice to meet you.
- Hello. Quite inspiring, isn't he?

- Thanks again for inviting me.
- You're welcome.

By the way, where are you staying?

Well, just at some motel
until I find a place.

Well, there's plenty of
room here at the mission.

Sorry I didn't get a chance to
say goodbye before I left for Utah.

But I want to thank
you for all you did

and tell you that you
can stop looking for Gina.

I finally made peace
with her decision.

I just got a message from
Devon to back off the case.

- You're okay, Susan?
- I... no...

actually. Must be something I ate.

You don't know how right you are.

What do you mean?

All food here is enhanced
with the Taelon additive.

It acts as a purifying agent.
Reverend Murray calls it mana.

It comes from Exodus, chapter 16,
verse 14, meaning food of the divine

which God miraculously supplied to the
Israelites when they were in the wilderness.

Don't worry, your body will adjust.

Soon you'll feel as normal
as everyone else around here.

I checked with Devon's sister
in Utah. He never arrived.

I spoke to a private
investigator who has

investigated at least half
a dozen of these cases.

He's traveled all over the world and
never located a single missionary.

These people have completely
disappeared from the planet.

Either that, or they're dead.

You analyzed that mana yet?

Any guess as to what
we're dealing with?

Well, considering the fact it has a
cellular makeup, it's clearly organic.

Probably some kind
of alien vegetation.

But why are they feeding it to us?

And always after we pray.

Well, maybe Reverend
Murray wants to make sure

his missionaries stay
true to their faith.

Or maybe it's his way of
making people find religion.

You know, there is something else.

I examined Devon's global message.

Look at his eyes, pupils
are definitely dilated.

So he was drugged when
he left that message.

Well, time to get back
to the work of the divine.

What time is the next service?

It's in an hour. Maybe
you should stick around?

I don't even like meditating.

So, what's up?

Police found the body of
your woman, Carrie Truitt.

Name's not familiar.

Just another missionary whose
fate got the best of her, right?

- Already been to the morgue.
- What did she die of?

Some kind of an allergic reaction.
Medical examiners still working on it.

Oh, they did find remnants
of a strange substance

near a puncture wound on her stomach.

What kind of substance?

Ah, here, see for yourself, I
happened to procure a courtesy sample.

- How did you get that?
- Well, let's put it this way:

I didn't have to bat
my eyes and smile.

How soon before you got
a line on what it is?

Hey, I'm working on it.
But I need to tell you this.

There's been a lot of
interest on Miss Truitt's body.

Volunteers are swarming
all over the ME office.

Any particular reason why?

You know how Volunteers are, they
just do what they are told, right?

Sandoval.

Never imagined Ronnie
was a religious man.

Local authorities confiscated one of our
fields before my people could get there.

Are you telling me that the
police exposes the operation?

No, nothing as serious as that.

If you're trying to point
a finger, Agent Sandoval,

I suggest you start
with your own Volunteers.

They're responsible for security.

One field is unimportant.

What is most disconcerting
is that a woman died.

- That couldn't be helped, Zo'or.
- And why not?

It was screened like everyone else.

Ms. Truitt showed no adverse
signs to the substance.

If she had, we never would've
placed her in the program.

Unfortunately some people
have latent reactions,

but we're talking less than 1%.

Which is a perfectly
acceptable rate of loss.

Yet you assured me there
would be no fatalities.

They hardly know each other, yet they
spend most of their time together.

They're newcomers. Besides, their
profile checks cleared with flying colors.

In fact, neither of them
have any family to speak of.

Sounds like perfect
candidates for a mission.

No one seems to know
where the fields are.

Except some of Reverend
Murray's chosen disciples.

I analyzed that substance
form Carrie Truitt's body.

And?

The molecular elements are similar
to that Taelon additive in the mana.

- Except for one thing.
- What's that?

Well, this time I found a human
component in the genetic makeup.

Are you sure?

Positive. But, it's been
processed in some way.

- Any idea how?
- Nada. Oh, but get this.

Carrie Truitt's body was found off the
highway about half a mile outside of Norton.

Never heard of it.

That's a little town
in Southern Maryland.

It became a ghost town after
the Church of the Companions

purchased most of the land.

Sounds like a perfect
place for the fields.

You two don't look
very hungry tonight.

It's time to go, Robert.

Your time has come.

- Where are we going?
- I'm sending you on a mission.

I know you haven't been involved
with the church very long,

but this is a real honor, Robert.

Not everyone is chosen.

- How long will I be gone?
- That depends on you, Robert.

I'm not sure I understand.

Missionaries find
their work so fulfilling

few ever want to return to what
they once considered normal life.

What if I'm the exception.

I seriously doubt that, I pride myself in
being an extremely good judge of character.

I saw something in you the
first time we met, Robert,

something I believe you
have yet to see in yourself.

What's that?

A man whose purpose in life
is greater than himself.

It was no accident we met, Robert.

I know that.

Just as it is no accident that you are
now embarking on an important journey

to serve the Taelons in
their greatest time of need.

Fear not, for the Companions watch
over each and every one of you.

Each field is producing
about 3 ounces a day,

but by the time the
substance is refined,

we're talking an ounce at most.

That hardly seems enough.

How many fields can we count on
the church delivering by year end?

As many as the Taelons need.

The demand for product steadily increases
the longer we inhabit your planet.

Luckily converts to the
church have increased as well.

But we need to be more
selective about who is chosen.

I'm well aware that
those close to some

missionaries are beginning
to ask questions, but...

There will always be
questions, Reverend Murray.

What is important is that those questions
never lead to any firm conclusions.

I should have listened to you, Zo'or.

We never should have spent
so much time on Earth.

No, Da'an. I was the
one who was wrong.

We must not only find the
means to live like humans,

but also learn about their
primal ways if we are to survive.

And the fields are a necessary
step toward that survival.

But this project should not have
been undertaken on their planet.

Your objection is understandable.

Unfortunately, only by
being close to humanity

can our species ever hope
to defeat the Jaridians.

I detect some frustration, Augur.

You're mistaking
frustration for panic.

Talk to me, hon.

It seems Renee and Liam checked out on
a mission without checking with me first.

- Well, why not to track Liam on his global?
- Already tried, it's inoperative.

Maybe you should go undercover, hon?

I live underground, how much
more undercover can I get?

Not to mention that I probably have
to buy some new cloths from the GAP.

I mean, can you imagine me
in a work shirt and jeans?

What are you gonna do?

I'm going to get in my car, and
I'm going to drive out to Norton.

Looks like we finally
found the fields.

Any luck finding your friends?

I spoke to everyone in
town, which totals 4 people.

No one knows anything. Maybe
this place has no connection.

Maybe Carrie Truitt's
body was just dumped here.

I checked the county zoning
maps for your request.

And?

No building permits were issued
since the church bought the lands.

Well, if Reverend Murray
constructed a facility,

he'd be sure it wouldn't
be visible on any map.

- But they'd still need power, right?
- Oh, a whole lot of power, hon.

Yes, and my guess is that
they're not getting it from DWP.

Well, then where?

You know the Taelons utilize
various energy sources.

Let's hope the one powering
the fields gets us some heat.

I'm not following.

Just get me a satellite
hookup over Norton county.

We're in business.

I need infrared temperature reading.

- I'm detecting a hot spot.
- Where's its source is found?

A quadrant located
another mile up the road.

Let's hope somebody left
the lights on for me.

So, any guesses what the Taelons
intend to do with these plants?

I don't know, but something
doesn't make sense.

According to Da'an, Taelon
vegetation requires a temperature of

98 degrees Fahrenheit to
complete its life cycle.

98 degrees? Well, that's whole
lot cooler in here than that.

Is that who I think it is?

We better get to them
before they blow our cover.

- Is Augur tracking our location?
- No, my global's fried.

Apparently, Samuel doesn't
trust newcomers very much.

Remember that your labor
helps the Companions live.

What I don't understand is why
human beings are even here when

technology could do this more
efficiently. It doesn't make sense.

Break time.

Wonder what's on the menu today.

Bless this food of which
we are about to partake.

And let us give thanks to the
Taelons for this wonderful bounty.

Amen.

I wonder what effect
it gonna have on us.

Eat, we don't have a choice.

You know the rules.

No interaction with newcomers
until after first week.

There must be a reason they
don't want us to interact.

You okay?

No.

Must be the heat.

No, it's strange... my skin...

What is it?

- Something is happening.
- What's wrong?

We need help over here!

Okay, it's okay.

It's okay.

What the hell?!

That's the same substance
found on Carrie Truitt's body.

Plants growing in that dome
aren't the fields, Renee.

We are.

The Companions thank you for
the sacrifice you've made today.

Ladies and gentlemen, this is Kriss.

Unfortunately, it is now the
only way the Taelons can survive

on our planet, that's why this
mission project was created.

To give back to those
who have given us so much.

I can't ever imagine living in a world...

without the Companions.

Amen.

Robert, why don't you give me a hand
and get this over to the processing?

It's gotta be underground or...

- Agent Sandoval.
- Samuel, how are you?

Who knew Earth atmosphere would
become so inhospitable to the Taelons?

Kinda makes you wonder,
doesn't it, Agent Sandoval?

Of course, you're no businessman,
Samuel, but if you were,

I'm sure the Taelons would pay
anything to ensure a state supply.

They've already made a
huge financial contributions

to the Church of the Companions.

How do you think Reverend
Murray's managed to build

so many missions so quickly?

Yes, I agree, it is remarkable
what the Reverend has accomplished.

Really, it is.

I just hate for this all to go away,

if by chance someone decided
to go into the Kriss business.

You want a payoff, that's
what you want, Sandoval?

I'm not sure you can afford me.

Then what are you suggesting?

I was thinking perhaps...

a joint venture of some kind.

Yes?

There's been a security
breach, Agent Sandoval.

Sound the alarm.

All missionaries, return to quarters.

All missionaries, return
to quarters immediately.

Return to quarters.

Hi there.

I thought you might
need a little help.

Our buddy Sandoval's in the building.

I knew I should've
taken some time off.

Time to create a diversion.

- Yeah? What do you have in mind?
- Ah, something that burns quickly.

Get the intruder! That fire
will destroy the entire crop!

You heard the Reverend! Get those
missionaries down there to help out now!

Moving, move, move, let's go!

The home world plants are
burning. All of you out, now!

- Let's go.
- Come on.

- Hey! We gotta get out of here.
- Renee.

Well, lucky for us you
didn't go on vacation.

You can thank me later.

- Which way?
- This way.

- What are you doing in this area?
- Down!

No have no choice but
to abandon the facility.

I'm not leaving.

Suit yourself, but my
people come with me.

All Volunteers, evacuate immediately.

In a few minutes, Reverend, even
your Taelon fate won't save you.

This way!

My fellow disciples!

The Companions have spoken to me!

They want us to spare
ourselves before it's too late.

Hurry! Move back!

As far as Reverend Murray's
concerned, he thinks you're dead.

Which means the Church
won't be looking for you.

So, if you know what's
good for you, stay dead.

Think you can come up
with two new identities?

Shouldn't be a problem.

But I thought you were
a Companion Protector.

He is.

- But then why did...
- Well, sometimes things

aren't always the way they seem.

Come on, let's get out of here.

I'm tired of the lies, Da'an,
how long is this been going on?

Almost two years.

Although we started to see
signals of energy drains,

within months of our arrival,
from Companions like myself,

who spent extended
time on this planet.

Kind of ironic that the Taelons now
have to live off of mankind to survive.

Unfortunately,

our alien physiologies

are not sufficient for adaptation.

- So that justifies everything?
- What did you expect us to do?

I expected you wouldn't abduct people.

With few exceptions,

almost all missionaries in this
program chose to be of service.

Surely, no plan is perfect, Major.

Well, if you think I'm just gonna
sit on my hands and let the Taelons...

And what, Liam? What
are you going to do?

Anything I have to.

I'm shutting down the
fields program, Da'an.

What makes you think there is
anything more to shut down, Liam?

After all, the Norton
facility no longer exists.

I know Reverend Murray and his
missionaries are harvesting Kriss

in other facilities around the world.

It's only a matter of
time until I find them.

That will hardly be necessary.

Fortunately,

we have found another way
to sustain our species.

What way would that be?

That I cannot disclose.

But rest assured

we no longer have
missionaries harvesting Kriss

on Earth.

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