Earth: Final Conflict (1997–2002): Season 5, Episode 11 - Death Suite - full transcript
After an incident where Renee fails to save a mother from an Atavus attack, she suffers PTSD and needs a break. She and Street head to a spa, but when Renee claims to have seen an Atavus, Street believes she's just being paranoid.
Previously on Gene Rodenberry's
Earth Final Conflict:
There's nothing human alive in there.
I found this.
Liam's?
I'm sorry.
- Renée...
- Hubble...
Our medical science
can't help you anymore.
You'll be careful with these savages.
Use your head, not your heart.
Hang in there, Hubble.
I won't lose you either.
You two can't be together?
It's too dangerous for Renée and
me to be in the same location
where they can take us both out
at the same time.
We've been over this.
It's not up for discussion.
We barely stand a chance
against them together.
But my death won't cripple
the resistance.
You are the one leading
the fight against the aliens.
We can't afford to lose you.
And I can't afford to lose you.
No, not my baby!
No!
Put the child down!
Now!
No! No, no, no!
Please don't! No.
Please, help me.
Clucth at my arm, come on.
Go on.
Don't let me fall!
Don't let me fall!
- Don't let me die, please!
- No, I promise.
My baby!
I'm gonna swing you up.
You gonna get your leg
upon that ledge.
I can't! I can't!
I can't!
Yes, you can!
Yes, you can!
In the twenty-first century,
an alien species known as the Taelons
came to Earth with a promise of peace.
They lied...
Their true agenda was to dominate us.
After years of struggle
the Taelons have perished
living more aggressive beings
in their wake,
the Atavus.
Synchro / Transcript: Team Trad EFC
My mission is to stop this new species
from dominating our planet.
This is Earth Final Conflict.
Seaon 5 Episode 11
OK, that's enough!
Well, now you know your limits.
Spare me the psychotherapy, all right?
I just need some water,
and I'll be fine.
- I'll get it...
- No! I got it.
It took forever to talk her off
that ledge.
And the baby?
In custody at social services.
I didn't know what else to do.
- So it's... it's nothing serious, then?
- My diagnosis:
Severe trauma, battle fatigue.
I've seen that
many times during the S.I wars.
My diagnosis:
I'm dehydrated,
got a migraine,
I'll live.
You'll live, but at the first
sign of stress,
the tunnel vision could return
and hit you like a hammer.
So what does she need?
Medication? ***-feedback?
That, and complete bed rest
for several days, maybe more.
Look, Renée.
I'll check you onto a private sanatorium
under an alias.
I've got the connection.
Forget it.
A hot shower, a good night sleep,
that's all I need.
You're not hearing me!
You need to take time off and rest.
Sure., just if the Atavus and
their hybrids do likewise.
You want to get yourself killed?
Do you?
You're traumatised, Renée.
If you go out and take on the Atavus
before you're 100 percent,
you'll be an easy target.
Another victim.
- You've got to listen to him.
- I'll manage.
You did everything you could
- to help that mother.
- I said I'll manage!
The both of you just shout the hell up!
A time-out.
But no sanatoriums,
no sedatives...
OK...
Actually, I've got an idea.
Doctor Qu drugs me, you kidnap me,
- am I having fun, yet?
- A piece of a sanatorium.
OK, that's it,
I'm out of here.
Charter plane's left...
and we agreed.
Come on, you gonna love it here.
I know I will.
Welcome to the "Hidden Gate".
I'm Eugene Speakman.
Let me guess,
Miss...
Smith.
And Miss...?
Wesson.
Misses...
Smith & Wesson.
Charming.
Please sign in,
and fear not,
your anonymity is safe
within the Gate.
So, ladies,
a few "Hidden Gate" policies:
guests wear bathrobes and sleepers.
absolute quiet is maintained
on the spa level.
And no Globals
or other technological devices.
- Welcome. I'm Sophie Speakman.
- Hi, honey.
My wife.
And co-keeper.
After she runs the spa.
Eugene runs the hotel.
Now, if you can just turn over
any technological devices,
we'll put it in the safe
for the duration of your stay.
"Hidden Gate" policy:
no contact with the outside world,
no distractions...
No news updates.
No...
shooting the management,
and so forth.
We want your stay to be restorative.
You'll excuse me,
the spa beckons.
We'll see you soon.
Give us a second.
We can't stay here without our weapons.
Do you hear yourself?
This policy is exactly why we can stay.
It ensures our safety.
No one's arms and no one's at threat.
And nobody can find us here.
I hate this.
You certainly...
come prepared.
Come on...
- Hand it over.
- What?
Why do you have to mention
my energy knife?
I am sure you really gonna relax
packing a weapon under your pillow.
Would you just try?
The Soma-Nega-Blocker
induces pure, deep REM sleep.
A hardware sedative.
Cool.
Yeah, cool.
I want my knife back.
I want you back.
Maybe you should
go for a treatment,
before you go to bed.
Something that'll help you
- unwind and relax.
- I just want to go home.
Come on, just give it a shot.
- Hi, welcome.
- Thank you.
It's right this way, please.
Thanks.
- So, how does it feel?
- Ridiculous.
Oh, all right, not so bad.
They aren't snacks, you know.
They're for my eyes.
I knew that.
Why don't you...
go find a spa man and
get a massage or something?
Are you sure?
I am sure.
- Because if you like, I can totally...
- Would you relax?
OK.
"Pardonne-moi".
Are you. my masseur?
Get up, Renée.
Get up.
- Answer me! Where it is?
- Miss please. Please!
They're here!
They got someone behind the wall!
They got somebody behind the wall!
They've got it.
The Atavus, they're here!
What are you doing?
Dammit!
You two leave me!
They're here!
Just behind that wall...
Why don't you believe me?
I mean, you of all people?
Because I'm not delusional or paranoid.
The entire world has not been taken over
by killer aliens yet, Renée.
Granted, we've lost ground.
There are hives all over the world
that we don't know about.
We've lost people,
friends.
But I'm not losing you.
Doctor Qu was right on.
It's battle fatigue,
it's post-traumatic syndrome,
it's making you hallucinate.
I know what I saw.
I swear...
I swear.
What have I done?
What have I done?
You can't bring that woman back.
- That baby's alone now...
- It wasn't your fault!
- without a mother because I was alone.
- The Atavus killed her, not you!
I'm not good at this.
I'm not the strong one here.
I need you back.
That's not gonna happen unless you rest.
So would you, please...
just lie down.
If you won't use Doctor Qu's sedatives,
would you, would you...
try this Soma-Nega-Blocker?
Some deep alpha sleep, and
sun will come up tomorrow, and
things will look...
brighter and
all those other unhelpful cliché.
I know what I saw.
If it won't make you feel better,
I will go and check the all spa.
I'll do a major recon.
You don't have a weapon.
I won't need one.
How did you get this?
What is happening to her?
She's reached the breaking point.
Emotionally, that is.
How did you know she would be at this...
health spa?
I acquired a copy of Miss Palmer's
confidential file
from her former employer,
Doors International.
I've had surveillance personnel
cover all possible venues
where she might make an appearance.
Finally, it paid off.
Yes.
And she is suffering.
Her crusade against your species
has been costly.
She's mentally and physically exhausted.
Yet only yesterday she almost killed
one of my brethren!
Only to see a mother die,
a child orphaned.
A traumatic experience that would
strike at the heart of most humans,
particularly female.
I don't understand.
Why should this upset a warrior?
That is what she is.
A warrior.
And you have stated that humans are at
their best when things are at their worst.
Yes, but the human spirit
can also be broken.
Even of warriors.
You can seize the advantage now, Howlyn.
You can take her,
and break her.
All you need...
is a way into her mind.
You can't save your species, Renée.
You can't even save yourself.
Be mine,
or die with the others.
I'm losing it...
Miss Palmer.
Miss Street.
We feel a little unarmed,
aren't we?
What are you doing,
Eugene?
Darling...
I was just...
checking inventory.
A problem?
One of the guests got a little
overstressed and made a bit of a mess.
But it's fine now.
If I'm not back
in twenty
minutes.
Come and get me.
Come on, Doctor Qu.
I need you.
Oh, come on...
Mister Speakman!
Eugene?
Hello?
A little service.
Hello?
You little perv'!
What's going on here?
Oh my God!
Renée, you're right.
Easy, easy.
I'm not gonna hurt you.
I know who you are, Miss Street,
and I need you.
you, and formidable Miss Palmer.
Sorry, perv-man,
we don't dance for peep'n toms.
No, no, you don't understand.
That's a...
a hobby.
A questionable one, granted,
but look,
I found your Atavus web site.
I know.
And now you know how we feel
about hybrid scum!
You're not a hybrid.
Sorry, no.
Now, would you explain to me
what you're doing?
- Luring people into that hybrid chamber.
- Hybrid ch...
No, no, no... That's
an oxygenated hyperbaric chamber.
Spare me!
You know damn well what it is!
You're hatching hybrids here,
pulling people out a bubble bath,
and making them a part
of Atavus' food chain.
Here she comes.
I want our weapons back.
Now.
Street?
Are you there?
You really shouldn't be out
in the bow right now.
It's Sophie Speakman, Renée.
May I call you Renée?
Yeah.
Yeah, sure.
Do you know what I think that you need?
It's some stress release.
Let's go back down to the spa.
I've got no appointments book, so
you can have a luxury treatment area,
all to yourself.
I... I...
was looking for Street.
Miss Smith.
We'll find her.
Not to worry.
Sea salts.
Lavender oil.
It's the perfect combination to
dissolve stress and strain.
It's alright.
It's just us, girls.
Go on.
Get in.
Sometimes,
it all just gets to be too much,
doesn't it?
It's all gonna be alright.
When you'll leave here,
you're going to be
an entirely new person.
I guarantee it.
Now,
I'm going to go get your friend.
Now.
Dammit!
Sophie changed the code.
She didn't buy
my "checking inventory" line.
I'll just use your computer hardware
to break the digital code.
You can do that?
In a coma, I can do that.
Seems like your wife has
some pretty serious issues.
Tell me about it.
She went through a drastic
personality change three months ago.
I tried to get a medical help,
but she refused.
She became
intimidating and
explosive,
firing long term employees,
and so on, and so forth.
Then she renovated the spa,
for no apparent reason.
She had her reasons.
Brought in some company I never even
heard of to install a new
security system.
Shabby! Shabby, shabby, shabby work!
The doors won't unlock,
the windows were stuck all the time...
So, you can check in but
you can never leave.
Not even for a smoke!
It's all very blue hell doing.
You understand,
I love my Sophie.
Love her dearly,
passionately.
In fact, I've become addicted to her...
her charms,
every square inch of her body...
Well, maybe that's hope for marriage,
after all.
All she has to do is look at me and...
And trust me the sex...
Let's just keep things on
a need to know bases, OK?
And,
the first thing that you need to know,
your wife's a hybrid.
Oh, God...
I knew it.
I read about the...
joining process on your web site.
Sophie.
Oh, my dear...
Not that she doesn't still love you.
Obviously she does,
or she would have you co-opted by now.
It's the...
little things that make a marriage...
work.
Fine...
Fine.
Hey, you didn't save a big towel?
- This is a nightmare.
- God, you're telling me...
Eugene?
Eugene, darling?
There you are.
Sophie.
You've ruined everything.
A little bird told me you were down
on the spa level, darling.
I thought we had an agreement.
You won't to go down there
until the renovations were complete.
I wanted it to be a surprise. But...
Now, you've ruined everything.
You said,
if you weren't back
in a few minutes,
- I was...
- Twenty!
I said twenty.
I got worried.
You said we had a problem
with one of the guests.
And I told you that I took care of it.
Your shirt, darling,
it's ripped.
I guess that's what I'll get
for ruining everything.
Darling.
Let's go down to the spa,
we can take
a nice hot bath together, and
I can give you
the grand tours of the renovation,
and so forth...
I suppose it... couldn't hurt.
Let me get you a robe.
Darling.
Give me two minutes.
That woman is going to rip my heart out.
One way or another.
Make it love grand.
We're in!
Lock and load.
She cleaned us out.
We're dead.
Look at you.
Is this what it's come to?
You can't save your species,
Renée.
You can't even save yourself.
And you've achieved
such heights...
You take things far too personally,
Renée.
Surrend yourself...
all resistance.
It is time.
Oh my God!
Renée.
Look, I've got to go get her.
Youe've got to blow
that hybrid chamber up.
What...?
With what? How?
- Does this place have a boiler?
- Of course.
- Is it big?
- We're a spa.
Do you know what
it takes to heat a place this size?
You've got to amp it
- turn it all the way up!
- What? No, no.
It's big, but it's old.
It'll blow in 10-15 minutes.
That is the general idea.
Look, Miss Smith & Wesson!
This place has been in my family
for generations!
Yeah, well now it belongs to the aliens.
Better evacuate the guests first.
Amp it!
And I mean all the way!
Street?
Renée,
through with your bath?
It's all right.
You're insured.
Renée?
Oh, my God!
- No, Sophie! Don't!
- Eugene? Please...
What is that?
A nail gun.
You confiscated all the weapons,
so I had to improvise.
Now, look what you've done!
Well,
serves me right.
I should have done this, weeks ago.
Sophie, don't.
I love you, don't do this.
You're not giving me any choice!
As if you have the guts.
Oh my God!
Sophie!
Eugene.
It's alright.
It's alright,
I don't blame you.
Look, what I've done.
Look, what I've driven you to.
Gone over hell that we're living.
Eugene...
forgive me.
Please,
forgive me, my darling.
There you are again.
You're back!
My wife,
my beautiful Sophie...
And there you remain...
my pathetic
husband.
If I fall,
you're coming with me!
Oh my God!
Hang on!
- Come on, reach up!
- I can't.
- I can't.
- Yes you can! Come on!
I can't do this by myself!
Come on, reach up!
Renée, come on!
It wasn't your fault, OK!
That woman thought
that it wasn't your fault.
You couldn't help her cause she wouldn't
help herself! But you can, come on!
Come on, grab my hand!
Alright.
In three...
One...
Two...
Three...
Thanks.
The boiler! It's gonna blow!
We gotta go! Come on.
Computer! Urgent!
Activate bridge portal!
Send emergency remote frequency relay
to the following coordinates.
Urgent!
What king of human is she?
Female.
_^^^^_
(O . O)
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Earth Final Conflict:
There's nothing human alive in there.
I found this.
Liam's?
I'm sorry.
- Renée...
- Hubble...
Our medical science
can't help you anymore.
You'll be careful with these savages.
Use your head, not your heart.
Hang in there, Hubble.
I won't lose you either.
You two can't be together?
It's too dangerous for Renée and
me to be in the same location
where they can take us both out
at the same time.
We've been over this.
It's not up for discussion.
We barely stand a chance
against them together.
But my death won't cripple
the resistance.
You are the one leading
the fight against the aliens.
We can't afford to lose you.
And I can't afford to lose you.
No, not my baby!
No!
Put the child down!
Now!
No! No, no, no!
Please don't! No.
Please, help me.
Clucth at my arm, come on.
Go on.
Don't let me fall!
Don't let me fall!
- Don't let me die, please!
- No, I promise.
My baby!
I'm gonna swing you up.
You gonna get your leg
upon that ledge.
I can't! I can't!
I can't!
Yes, you can!
Yes, you can!
In the twenty-first century,
an alien species known as the Taelons
came to Earth with a promise of peace.
They lied...
Their true agenda was to dominate us.
After years of struggle
the Taelons have perished
living more aggressive beings
in their wake,
the Atavus.
Synchro / Transcript: Team Trad EFC
My mission is to stop this new species
from dominating our planet.
This is Earth Final Conflict.
Seaon 5 Episode 11
OK, that's enough!
Well, now you know your limits.
Spare me the psychotherapy, all right?
I just need some water,
and I'll be fine.
- I'll get it...
- No! I got it.
It took forever to talk her off
that ledge.
And the baby?
In custody at social services.
I didn't know what else to do.
- So it's... it's nothing serious, then?
- My diagnosis:
Severe trauma, battle fatigue.
I've seen that
many times during the S.I wars.
My diagnosis:
I'm dehydrated,
got a migraine,
I'll live.
You'll live, but at the first
sign of stress,
the tunnel vision could return
and hit you like a hammer.
So what does she need?
Medication? ***-feedback?
That, and complete bed rest
for several days, maybe more.
Look, Renée.
I'll check you onto a private sanatorium
under an alias.
I've got the connection.
Forget it.
A hot shower, a good night sleep,
that's all I need.
You're not hearing me!
You need to take time off and rest.
Sure., just if the Atavus and
their hybrids do likewise.
You want to get yourself killed?
Do you?
You're traumatised, Renée.
If you go out and take on the Atavus
before you're 100 percent,
you'll be an easy target.
Another victim.
- You've got to listen to him.
- I'll manage.
You did everything you could
- to help that mother.
- I said I'll manage!
The both of you just shout the hell up!
A time-out.
But no sanatoriums,
no sedatives...
OK...
Actually, I've got an idea.
Doctor Qu drugs me, you kidnap me,
- am I having fun, yet?
- A piece of a sanatorium.
OK, that's it,
I'm out of here.
Charter plane's left...
and we agreed.
Come on, you gonna love it here.
I know I will.
Welcome to the "Hidden Gate".
I'm Eugene Speakman.
Let me guess,
Miss...
Smith.
And Miss...?
Wesson.
Misses...
Smith & Wesson.
Charming.
Please sign in,
and fear not,
your anonymity is safe
within the Gate.
So, ladies,
a few "Hidden Gate" policies:
guests wear bathrobes and sleepers.
absolute quiet is maintained
on the spa level.
And no Globals
or other technological devices.
- Welcome. I'm Sophie Speakman.
- Hi, honey.
My wife.
And co-keeper.
After she runs the spa.
Eugene runs the hotel.
Now, if you can just turn over
any technological devices,
we'll put it in the safe
for the duration of your stay.
"Hidden Gate" policy:
no contact with the outside world,
no distractions...
No news updates.
No...
shooting the management,
and so forth.
We want your stay to be restorative.
You'll excuse me,
the spa beckons.
We'll see you soon.
Give us a second.
We can't stay here without our weapons.
Do you hear yourself?
This policy is exactly why we can stay.
It ensures our safety.
No one's arms and no one's at threat.
And nobody can find us here.
I hate this.
You certainly...
come prepared.
Come on...
- Hand it over.
- What?
Why do you have to mention
my energy knife?
I am sure you really gonna relax
packing a weapon under your pillow.
Would you just try?
The Soma-Nega-Blocker
induces pure, deep REM sleep.
A hardware sedative.
Cool.
Yeah, cool.
I want my knife back.
I want you back.
Maybe you should
go for a treatment,
before you go to bed.
Something that'll help you
- unwind and relax.
- I just want to go home.
Come on, just give it a shot.
- Hi, welcome.
- Thank you.
It's right this way, please.
Thanks.
- So, how does it feel?
- Ridiculous.
Oh, all right, not so bad.
They aren't snacks, you know.
They're for my eyes.
I knew that.
Why don't you...
go find a spa man and
get a massage or something?
Are you sure?
I am sure.
- Because if you like, I can totally...
- Would you relax?
OK.
"Pardonne-moi".
Are you. my masseur?
Get up, Renée.
Get up.
- Answer me! Where it is?
- Miss please. Please!
They're here!
They got someone behind the wall!
They got somebody behind the wall!
They've got it.
The Atavus, they're here!
What are you doing?
Dammit!
You two leave me!
They're here!
Just behind that wall...
Why don't you believe me?
I mean, you of all people?
Because I'm not delusional or paranoid.
The entire world has not been taken over
by killer aliens yet, Renée.
Granted, we've lost ground.
There are hives all over the world
that we don't know about.
We've lost people,
friends.
But I'm not losing you.
Doctor Qu was right on.
It's battle fatigue,
it's post-traumatic syndrome,
it's making you hallucinate.
I know what I saw.
I swear...
I swear.
What have I done?
What have I done?
You can't bring that woman back.
- That baby's alone now...
- It wasn't your fault!
- without a mother because I was alone.
- The Atavus killed her, not you!
I'm not good at this.
I'm not the strong one here.
I need you back.
That's not gonna happen unless you rest.
So would you, please...
just lie down.
If you won't use Doctor Qu's sedatives,
would you, would you...
try this Soma-Nega-Blocker?
Some deep alpha sleep, and
sun will come up tomorrow, and
things will look...
brighter and
all those other unhelpful cliché.
I know what I saw.
If it won't make you feel better,
I will go and check the all spa.
I'll do a major recon.
You don't have a weapon.
I won't need one.
How did you get this?
What is happening to her?
She's reached the breaking point.
Emotionally, that is.
How did you know she would be at this...
health spa?
I acquired a copy of Miss Palmer's
confidential file
from her former employer,
Doors International.
I've had surveillance personnel
cover all possible venues
where she might make an appearance.
Finally, it paid off.
Yes.
And she is suffering.
Her crusade against your species
has been costly.
She's mentally and physically exhausted.
Yet only yesterday she almost killed
one of my brethren!
Only to see a mother die,
a child orphaned.
A traumatic experience that would
strike at the heart of most humans,
particularly female.
I don't understand.
Why should this upset a warrior?
That is what she is.
A warrior.
And you have stated that humans are at
their best when things are at their worst.
Yes, but the human spirit
can also be broken.
Even of warriors.
You can seize the advantage now, Howlyn.
You can take her,
and break her.
All you need...
is a way into her mind.
You can't save your species, Renée.
You can't even save yourself.
Be mine,
or die with the others.
I'm losing it...
Miss Palmer.
Miss Street.
We feel a little unarmed,
aren't we?
What are you doing,
Eugene?
Darling...
I was just...
checking inventory.
A problem?
One of the guests got a little
overstressed and made a bit of a mess.
But it's fine now.
If I'm not back
in twenty
minutes.
Come and get me.
Come on, Doctor Qu.
I need you.
Oh, come on...
Mister Speakman!
Eugene?
Hello?
A little service.
Hello?
You little perv'!
What's going on here?
Oh my God!
Renée, you're right.
Easy, easy.
I'm not gonna hurt you.
I know who you are, Miss Street,
and I need you.
you, and formidable Miss Palmer.
Sorry, perv-man,
we don't dance for peep'n toms.
No, no, you don't understand.
That's a...
a hobby.
A questionable one, granted,
but look,
I found your Atavus web site.
I know.
And now you know how we feel
about hybrid scum!
You're not a hybrid.
Sorry, no.
Now, would you explain to me
what you're doing?
- Luring people into that hybrid chamber.
- Hybrid ch...
No, no, no... That's
an oxygenated hyperbaric chamber.
Spare me!
You know damn well what it is!
You're hatching hybrids here,
pulling people out a bubble bath,
and making them a part
of Atavus' food chain.
Here she comes.
I want our weapons back.
Now.
Street?
Are you there?
You really shouldn't be out
in the bow right now.
It's Sophie Speakman, Renée.
May I call you Renée?
Yeah.
Yeah, sure.
Do you know what I think that you need?
It's some stress release.
Let's go back down to the spa.
I've got no appointments book, so
you can have a luxury treatment area,
all to yourself.
I... I...
was looking for Street.
Miss Smith.
We'll find her.
Not to worry.
Sea salts.
Lavender oil.
It's the perfect combination to
dissolve stress and strain.
It's alright.
It's just us, girls.
Go on.
Get in.
Sometimes,
it all just gets to be too much,
doesn't it?
It's all gonna be alright.
When you'll leave here,
you're going to be
an entirely new person.
I guarantee it.
Now,
I'm going to go get your friend.
Now.
Dammit!
Sophie changed the code.
She didn't buy
my "checking inventory" line.
I'll just use your computer hardware
to break the digital code.
You can do that?
In a coma, I can do that.
Seems like your wife has
some pretty serious issues.
Tell me about it.
She went through a drastic
personality change three months ago.
I tried to get a medical help,
but she refused.
She became
intimidating and
explosive,
firing long term employees,
and so on, and so forth.
Then she renovated the spa,
for no apparent reason.
She had her reasons.
Brought in some company I never even
heard of to install a new
security system.
Shabby! Shabby, shabby, shabby work!
The doors won't unlock,
the windows were stuck all the time...
So, you can check in but
you can never leave.
Not even for a smoke!
It's all very blue hell doing.
You understand,
I love my Sophie.
Love her dearly,
passionately.
In fact, I've become addicted to her...
her charms,
every square inch of her body...
Well, maybe that's hope for marriage,
after all.
All she has to do is look at me and...
And trust me the sex...
Let's just keep things on
a need to know bases, OK?
And,
the first thing that you need to know,
your wife's a hybrid.
Oh, God...
I knew it.
I read about the...
joining process on your web site.
Sophie.
Oh, my dear...
Not that she doesn't still love you.
Obviously she does,
or she would have you co-opted by now.
It's the...
little things that make a marriage...
work.
Fine...
Fine.
Hey, you didn't save a big towel?
- This is a nightmare.
- God, you're telling me...
Eugene?
Eugene, darling?
There you are.
Sophie.
You've ruined everything.
A little bird told me you were down
on the spa level, darling.
I thought we had an agreement.
You won't to go down there
until the renovations were complete.
I wanted it to be a surprise. But...
Now, you've ruined everything.
You said,
if you weren't back
in a few minutes,
- I was...
- Twenty!
I said twenty.
I got worried.
You said we had a problem
with one of the guests.
And I told you that I took care of it.
Your shirt, darling,
it's ripped.
I guess that's what I'll get
for ruining everything.
Darling.
Let's go down to the spa,
we can take
a nice hot bath together, and
I can give you
the grand tours of the renovation,
and so forth...
I suppose it... couldn't hurt.
Let me get you a robe.
Darling.
Give me two minutes.
That woman is going to rip my heart out.
One way or another.
Make it love grand.
We're in!
Lock and load.
She cleaned us out.
We're dead.
Look at you.
Is this what it's come to?
You can't save your species,
Renée.
You can't even save yourself.
And you've achieved
such heights...
You take things far too personally,
Renée.
Surrend yourself...
all resistance.
It is time.
Oh my God!
Renée.
Look, I've got to go get her.
Youe've got to blow
that hybrid chamber up.
What...?
With what? How?
- Does this place have a boiler?
- Of course.
- Is it big?
- We're a spa.
Do you know what
it takes to heat a place this size?
You've got to amp it
- turn it all the way up!
- What? No, no.
It's big, but it's old.
It'll blow in 10-15 minutes.
That is the general idea.
Look, Miss Smith & Wesson!
This place has been in my family
for generations!
Yeah, well now it belongs to the aliens.
Better evacuate the guests first.
Amp it!
And I mean all the way!
Street?
Renée,
through with your bath?
It's all right.
You're insured.
Renée?
Oh, my God!
- No, Sophie! Don't!
- Eugene? Please...
What is that?
A nail gun.
You confiscated all the weapons,
so I had to improvise.
Now, look what you've done!
Well,
serves me right.
I should have done this, weeks ago.
Sophie, don't.
I love you, don't do this.
You're not giving me any choice!
As if you have the guts.
Oh my God!
Sophie!
Eugene.
It's alright.
It's alright,
I don't blame you.
Look, what I've done.
Look, what I've driven you to.
Gone over hell that we're living.
Eugene...
forgive me.
Please,
forgive me, my darling.
There you are again.
You're back!
My wife,
my beautiful Sophie...
And there you remain...
my pathetic
husband.
If I fall,
you're coming with me!
Oh my God!
Hang on!
- Come on, reach up!
- I can't.
- I can't.
- Yes you can! Come on!
I can't do this by myself!
Come on, reach up!
Renée, come on!
It wasn't your fault, OK!
That woman thought
that it wasn't your fault.
You couldn't help her cause she wouldn't
help herself! But you can, come on!
Come on, grab my hand!
Alright.
In three...
One...
Two...
Three...
Thanks.
The boiler! It's gonna blow!
We gotta go! Come on.
Computer! Urgent!
Activate bridge portal!
Send emergency remote frequency relay
to the following coordinates.
Urgent!
What king of human is she?
Female.
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