Electric Dreams (2017–…): Season 1, Episode 6 - Human Is - full transcript

I'll take this opportunity

to pledge my loyalty to the State.

I stand before you humbled
by the military traditions

of our great planet, Terra.

I dedicate this award to my men,

two of whom gave their
lives on Rexor IV.

I accept this in their honor.

Thank you.

- Congratulations, Colonel.
- Thank you, General.

Vera, you must be proud.

I am, naturally.



Silas is all the things we aspire to be,

a courageous and unwavering leader.

You're quite right,

but as they say, behind
every successful man

is a great woman... in this
case, a formidable one.

Your quick thinking as
director of this mission

saved us many, many casualties.

If you ask me,

this honor belongs to you both.

Thank you, General.

I always knew he was jealous.

So despicable.

Had to diminish me in front of everyone.

I seriously doubt he
meant to diminish you.



Tonight of all nights,

when I received the honor of a lifetime.

I thought he was being kind.

Kind?

Yes, Silas. To me.

Anyway, I'm exhausted. I'm going to bed.

Do your ears ring at night?

I'm sorry?

When you lie down to sleep,

do you see your comrades' lives

extinguished before your very eyes?

- Of course not.
- Of course not.

Did you go out looking for
your last two soldiers

and half carry, half drag
them back to the ship?

- No, but that's hardly...
- What, the point?

- I was going to say fair.
- Fair.

Because to those families,
that is exactly the point.

- Silas...
- No.

Was that you who piloted the
ship back to Terra?

- Of course not.
- Of course not.

No. Right.

Because I would have
remembered you being there.

Wouldn't I?

You're up early.

What is it?

General Olin's calling
an emergency meeting.

With our current atmospheric levels,

we have a little less than
five months of air reserves.

We need to return to Rexor IV.

We should be looking
to tap the resources

of a planet without inhabitants.

The Rexorian people will naturally try

- and defend their planet.
- Damn it, they're not people, Vera.

They're a vicious species.

- They're cool and uncompromising.
- They are protective of HYDRAN,

which indicates they're
intelligent beings.

If we strip their planet, we doom them

to the same fate we're facing now.

Terra is dying.

- We strike now while we still can.
- This will plunge us into war.

You of all people should know that.

I have already come to terms with that.

If my services should end on Rexor IV,

then I know I will have given
everything to the State.

To Terra.

See you at the debrief.

We just recovered this
satellite transmission

of our last mission to Rexor IV.

We all know how it ends.

May they rest in peace.

Based on this morning's report,
I'm moving up the timeline.

We need to get back to Rexor IV.

There's got to be a better way.

We should be negotiating,

finding ways we can share the resources.

This is insanity.

Without HYDRAN, we cannot
decontaminate our air.

They have what we need.

We secure it now before
they can mobilize.

Agreed. Rexor IV is unstable,

but they have more HYDRAN

than the half dozen planets
we've mined so far.

In an attempt to avoid detection,

I will authorize only

the MUSK OV209 piloted
by Colonel Herrick

on a covert mission. You leave tomorrow.

Yes, sir.

Headed to the commissary?

I'd like to finish this report.

- Grab my usual?
- Course.

I don't envy you,

having dinner with your husband tonight.

Like it could get any worse.

He never misses an
opportunity to undermine me.

I'm so sorry.

Yaro.

Thanks for having my back.

Going down.

Port level 92.

- Next.
- Silas?

Deposit to manifest. Yes?

Can I come in?

I'm downloading.

Deposit to manifest.

Next.

Going down.

Deploying breathing apparatus.

Maze level. Ground floor.

You were out late.

The spacecraft is on standby.

I'm leaving.

Already?

Level 116.

Going up.

Message Silas.

Silas, it's me.

I'll be overseeing the launch.

Be careful out there.

Silas, it's me.

I'll be overseeing the launch.

- How long has this been going on?
- 20 minutes, best we can tell.

We're completely surrounded.

We're running out of options.

Restricted to defensive
positioning only.

Request permission...

Have you secured the HYDRAN?

Ship's at full capacity.

The warhead's in position.

But will the ship withstand the blast?

If we switch to autopilot

and launch prior to the detonation,

the ship might make it
back. And the crew?

We're running out of time!

We must get the HYDRAN out.

Activate the warhead.

Do you copy?

Do it now!

Detonation in ten seconds.

Nine, eight,

seven, six,

five, four,

three, two,

one, detonation.

We weren't expecting you.

I'm so used to my life
revolving around his.

I feel...

untethered.

And guilty, honestly.

You were against the
mission from the start.

You can't blame yourself.

I should have fought harder.

No, now's the time to fight.

Terra needs you more than ever.

We need an aggressive plan of action.

I know.

Silas would have wanted
me to get it together.

Right. Then do it for him.

Yes?

The MUSK OV209 was detected

reentering our atmosphere on autopilot.

What?

- How?
- I know.

We can hardly believe it.

Carrying reserves of HYDRAN.

Was it unmanned?

Sensors detect life on board.

Two lives, actually.

Silas is one of them.

But we don't know what
condition he's in.

May I just say, your husband
is one remarkable man.

- Where is he now?
- He's in the hospital.

He's just completing a thorough exam.

Though I have to say, he's
relatively uninjured.

He even managed a few words.

What did he say?

He wants to come home.

I'll call the doctor.

No, no, no.

Please. Please.

Everything's going to be fine.

His breathing's much easier,

but he's still got heavy fevers.

Thanks, Doctor.

- General.
- Go gently.

He's been through one hell of an ordeal.

Did the Rexorians attempt to
force their way on board?

Well, they...

they tried, but the ship was secure.

Anything else you recall?

No, II do remember

pulling one of my men on board with me.

Matthews. You saved his life.

Do you remember the specifics
of your journey home?

I don't... I don't know.

I must have

blacked out or...

That's enough for one day.

My husband needs his rest.

Silas, you're positive combat occurred

entirely outside the craft?

Yes. We kept them out.

- Be well.
- Thank you.

I haven't seen you wear your hair down

like that in a long time.

It's really nice.

You're so beautiful.

Well, it's no surprise how
bad the food is on Terra,

but imagine a dehydrated
version of that.

Hey.

Looks like our patient's feeling better.

Let me look at you.

You know where to find me.

Thank you, Doctor.

Have breakfast with me.

I'd love to,

but we're reviewing your ship's
Titan Box footage today.

II thought it was destroyed.

Well, some of it was salvageable.

This is where Colonel Herrick
finds himself in trouble.

He's dragging Matthews.

He's pursued to the open hatch.

He makes it inside...

just before...

Colonel Herrick assured us

no part of the battle occurred on board.

Yes, he did.

Silas was in shock.
Most of his men died.

Perhaps he doesn't accurately
recall this part of the battle.

Perhaps.

We know two Rexorians made
it on board that ship.

What happened next

is what we need to find out.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry. I...

- I didn't hear you come in.
- Yeah, I...

I heard a noise and then I...

saw you like that and it scared me.

Are you sure you're okay?

I'm sorry.

Silas.

What happened out there?

I saw the footage.

It was terrifying.

You must have feared the worst.

And I was one of the lucky ones.

- What's all this?
- Well...

- You made breakfast.
- I did indeed.

I don't remember the last time you...

Where did you find them?

Nondescript place in the Maze.

Try it.

I know.

It's incredible?

Your tea's ready.

Hope you like it.

Here you go.

I know you don't want to
talk about it, but...

you are entitled to a
Level One psychologist.

It can't hurt.

Yeah, no, I...

I think you're right.

Okay.

Homemade jam.

You know, I just realized

I have an earlymorning debrief, so I...

- I should head in.
- Wait, wait, wait, wait,

wait, wait, wait. Humor me.

Just try one bite.

It's really good.

Out of curiosity,

has Silas been talking
about coming back to work?

Yes. Just this morning.

Good.

That'll be a relief, right?

You haven't noticed anything
unusual since his return?

Nothing I'd complain about.

What does that mean?

He's just...

different.

Different how?

I don't know. It's...

hard to explain, really.

Scares me a little.

You think the Rexorians got to him?

- Of course not.
- Vera, listen to me.

These Rexorians are extremely dangerous.

You need to keep your guard up.

Be vigilant.

Hi.

Hi.

Your dinner's cold.

I thought you would

let me know if you were gonna be late.

I got held up at the office.
You had to assume...

No, I... it's not important.

You must be starving.

I'll warm up your plate.

Thank you.

I'll...

go and change out of these clothes.

Do you want me?

Yes.

What's that look?

I can't remember you ever
touching me like that.

Stop!

Stop! I'll shoot!

Stop!

- Leave my wife...
- Don't move!

My husband's a Level One Colonel.

Colonel Herrick, you're under arrest.

All powers granted by
the State are suspended

until further notice.

What the hell is going on?

Bursting into my home like that.

General Olin's orders.

- Where is he?
- In the conference room.

Prepare yourself. There's
been a development.

Private Matthews,

you've been talking in your sleep.

Your partner caught some
of it the other night.

- How bizarre.
- Not really.

It's a plea to bring your
comrades back from the dead.

In Rexorian.

You're lying. You...

He's a Metamorph.

Inhabiting one of our men.

We've never seen a Metamorph from Rexor.

We very clearly saw two Rexorians

infiltrate the MUSK.

It explains how they survived the blast.

This being is not your husband.

I'm going to ask you one more time.

What is your name and rank?

Silas Herrick.

- Level One Army Colonel.
- No.

Your Rexorian name and rank.

You're fishing.

Trying to induce a confession.

- It's ridiculous.
- You must be tired.

Tell me the truth and I will
let you rest comfortably.

What's your name?

Silas Herrick.

How did you meet your wife?

We were paired by the State

after the procreation
mandate went into effect.

She walked into our...

arranged meeting room
with such confidence.

But there was such...

tenderness behind her eyes.

That's what I remember. The tenderness.

Impressive recall.

But it won't save you.

Because your fellow soldier gave you up.

What?

Because he's a Level One,

we can't terminate without a trial.

We will be counting on your testimony.

Of course.

My loyalty is to the State.

Won't you begin, Counsel?

Certainly.

This is not Colonel Silas Herrick

but in fact a Metamorph
from the planet Rexor IV.

The State calls General Olin.

What do you know about Metamorphs?

They're ruthless,

conniving beings with no
empathy or moral code.

As we have witnessed with the
infecting of Private Matthews,

they have no remorse for
the lives they've taken.

We can only imagine what
they intend here on Terra.

A Metamorph inhabits a
human being completely,

melding with their DNA.

They acquire their host's
mind and memories.

In your esteemed professional opinion,

does Silas Herrick sit before us?

No.

Director Herrick, please take the stand.

According to a colleague,

you had doubts about
your husband's behavior

after his return from
Rexor. Why is that?

He was...

tense before he left.

Disconnected.

His demeanor changed when he came back.

Did it ever occur to you
he could be a Rexorian?

- No.
- Were you then shocked

- when he was arrested?
- Very.

But...

in retrospect,

I can understand it.

Terra is in a state of emergency.

And many of us have difficulties

keeping our fears in check.

Do you now believe that the
man sitting right over there

is your husband?

Yes, I do.

Any further questions, Counselor?

No.

You may step down.

Your Honor, I'd like a moment

to confer with the State official.

The State calls Yaro Peterson.

How long have you known
Director Vera Herrick?

We've worked together for over a decade.

I consider her a friend.

How did she seem

after the Colonel's
return from Rexor IV?

Distracted.

Troubled, I'd say.

During this period of time,

did Vera ever tell you
she had suspicions?

Yes.

She confided he was a different man.

Different how?

She was evasive.

It seemed she was protecting him.

You're suggesting

that Vera Herrick knew all along

that the defendant is a Metamorph.

Yes.

I believe she has
knowingly and willingly

been harboring a Metamorph from Rexor

since the day he returned.

Miss Peterson, what you're saying

is tantamount to treason.

Your Honor...

I would like to testify.

These are...

challenging times.

But I am not your enemy.

I am Colonel Silas Herrick.

And yes,

perhaps I am different now.

Clearly, the State has
something else in mind.

You have formed your own conclusions,

and in your rush to judgment,

you're willing to ensnare
and endanger the lives

of innocent people. Mine...

and my wife.

If it's a confession that
you need, you'll have it.

But on one condition.

Vera Herrick is exonerated

from any and all wrongdoing.

If you agree to those
conditions, then...

then I am a Rexorian.

I have nothing further to say.

Silas Herrick is not human.

We urge the State to accept
the defendant's terms.

We do.

Take him away.

Your Honor, permission
to address the court.

Permission granted.

General Olin clearly stated.

Rexorians lack a moral code.

They show no empathy.

Does the court agree that
both these statements

made under oath are true?

Yes.

Then, Your Honor,

the defendant cannot be a Rexorian.

A Metamorph would never choose
his own demise over another's.

And yet...

you have all just witnessed him

forfeit his life for mine.

He has willingly given up

his hardwon legacy,

allowing all of you to
think the worst of him,

even sentence him to death,

rather than see harm come to me.

Is he human?

If sacrifice,

kindness,

and love

is not the ultimate test of
what makes someone human...

then what is?

Vera?

Are you all right?

Don't you think it's time
you told me your real name?

I'm afraid you wouldn't
be able to pronounce it.

The sounds can't be formed.

In that case...

I'd still like to call you Silas...

if you don't mind.