Previously on Gene Roddenberry's Earth Final Conflict
What do you want?
This is our world, human.
Not yours.
We have no evidence of any mutants running around.
Don't you get it?
They're here!
This is a guerilla war.
And it'll stay that way, unless we can get some hard evidence to prove our case.
Renée, we got a live one.
Get your hands off her. Now.
I don't understand your hostility.
I've seen what your species is all about, up close and personal.
My species aided in protected yours.
What do you try to tell us, that you're not like the others?
- What others? - Howlyn and Juda.
The Royals.
We're intergalactic explorers.
We're not savages.
Hey Doc?
Yes, Louis.
I hate to bother you, but we need to talk.
Sure we do.
I've got problems.
All morning I'm in meetings.
You keep us to shut down for two weeks now.
- Last time it was only two days. - That was a false alarm.
Actual archeology takes time.
Yeah, well, so is construction.
I mean, the mayor wants the new line in before the election,
I'm getting the major heat.
Haven't you found enough arrow heads yet?
But this, will change everything here. Let me show you.
Jeez, who built this thing?
Someone who lives here before Columbus.
I don't recognize this style of carvings, but...
there's a face in the ornament.
- Kind of looks like Kalinda. - The mythical figure?
My mother in law,
face of stone and tong that can cut through steel.
I mean no disrespect.
Did you see that?
Sure it sounds like my mother in law.
Let me handle this Doc.
There's nothing here.
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.
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My name is Renée Palmer.
My mission is to stop this new species from dominating our planet.
This is Earth Final Conflict.
Season 5 Episode 10
What do you want?
What is this place?
New York.
A most favorite for hunting ground.
Your outcome is a self-conjured marvels.
And yet you remain so...
unevolved.
Simon?
- What happened? - I've seen an Atavus, Renée.
He came through these arches, then he grab...
Louis' heart.
It's okay.
They look like portals.
An ultrasound scan activated them, and then, but...
they've been dormant since the alien came through.
- I'll take care of this, Simon. - This will help you find her.
It's her ID frequency.
I managed to get a residual trace off the mechanism.
Not bad for a rock hound, thanks
I expected to make history here,
and now everything's changed.
The least I can do is, help you locate the creature.
Come on, let's go.
Here it is.
I could get used to this.
Renée.
There's a news report New York about a
wild woman with glowing fingers jumping cars like a cheetah, which is
probably par for the course in Time Square, but I...
thought it sounded kind of Atavuslike to me.
- Hi. - Hi.
Juliet Street, friend and tech-wiz,
meet Professor Simon Ruttledge,
guru of my Harvard years and member of the Atavus witness club.
Listen, we need you to set up a scan of interdimensional space,
Simon's got the frequency.
It's an Atavus.
- Impressive set up. - Thanks.
We inherited the hardware, I customized... jeez!
We just got a hit from the creature's signal.
She just used a public portal.
Not exactly settle.
Alright, I'm going after her.
- I'm in. - Hey, as am I.
We've been over this.
You're a hacker, not a fighter, and Simon, well, I appreciate the thought,
but it's not a night show pulse.
Besides,
give me a chance to test a new theory on alien extermination.
With an energy knife?
The heart is the Atavus' energy center.
If I stab it there,
reverse the flow, suck out the energy,
I should be able to do some damage.
Track me.
What manner of creature are you?
Just the girl next door,
with a serious grudge against the Atavus.
You have beheld the Atavus?
Up close,
and way too personal.
And you are a hunter?
Something like that.
A female knight with blazing weaponry.
This is indeed a new world.
Until next we meet...
Adieu.
We meet again.
In the crypt, quickly!
There!
Seize her! In the name of all that is holly.
Stay back.
Here comes your boss.
This demon stands accused of murderers activities.
As proof, I offer the bodies of her latest victims.
I told you, I haven't kill anybody.
Although she does not match the description given by our brothers,
it is my contention that she is the demon in another guise.
Demon,
know that your pain will be short-lived if you confess.
Look, I'm no demon.
I came here by an accident.
I was pursuing a very deadly alien.
What is this alien?
A demon consort?
Alien,
as in extraterrestrial species.
From the stars.
A demon from heaven?
Blasphemy!
No look, look, look... I know I'm different from you, OK?
I'm a woman, I'm American and that may make me
dangerous to some, but
I am not evil.
We shall see.
One of our brethren has devoted his life to the pursuit of this succubus.
He will make an assessment. Brother Franciscus!
Do you believe in the one true God?
That's not of your business.
Look,
my mission is the same as yours.
To rid the world of these creatures that you call demons,
and my demonic devises are our weapons.
Same one I used to save your life.
Truth reveals itself in many forms.
Even ones that would seem
deviate.
I move to release her.
Your modern views,
have long been a source of consternation to us,
Brother Franciscus.
We are not in a court.
This creature is dangerous and heretical.
She shall burn!
Prepare the pyre!
- Do something... - Brother Franciscus!
Please...
Oh, you again.
So,
it is your mission to rid the world of the alien Atavus species?
It is.
Interesting device.
Tell me,
where do your Atavus abide?
Cesspools, mostly,
and sours.
I shall leave you to burn.
Be grateful,
it will be less painful than the death I shall have giving you.
Ah... a friendly face.
You are to die within the hour.
I cannot prevent it, but, I must know, if you are not the...
demon,
what can you tell me of her?
You just missed her.
What have you done?
No, I didn't burned into his back, with black magic.
Will you get me off this thing?
- Please? - Very well, but first...
a modicum of decency.
What is your name?
Renée.
French that explains much. Are you a wife, a courtesan, a maiden?
I'm a muse. And I think you just insulted me.
What of your home, do all women there share your independence of spirit?
Not all... but many.
That must be of great concern to the men.
They get use to it.
I don't suppose you have a global I could use, uh?
No, we have no such device.
Email, fax, telephone...?
Courier pigeon?
Brother Dominic has a coop in a tower.
It's the demon's work.
It's her. Nahema.
It's got to be our magic door.
I don't where it's link to, but...
can't be much worse than this.
I guess it's goodbye.
Thanks for helping me out back there.
My lady, if you are indeed a lady,
you forget that my solemn task it's to end the rampage of this demon,
and you are in my custody.
Well...
since you feel it that way.
The alien's back.
And she is alone on the ID stream.
I don't think so, I don't think so. Look at, look at.
That second one's not an alien, can you isolated it and...
and bring her up.
Let's hope so,
otherwise we'll be up close and personal with the queen of may am.
Are you alright?
Yeah, yeah, I'm OK. Although I think I pulled a little height.
I followed the alien to somewhere in Europe where she's developed quite a following.
She's back here now.
The Lady with the mule's kick,
and yet another harpy.
- What is this infernal place? - A place of safety.
Who are you?
Franciscus Almanzo,
descendant of the Ben Yuyumaya. Lay brother at Saint Melon.
- Does that mean anything to you? - Yes, he' a Spanish Moor,
and a monk in a monastery.
One that's now a pile of rubble, outside Seville.
- Are you saying... - I am saying that...
the distortion in the ID signal was a shift in another dimension time.
So, you think the portal in the rock
zap the Atavus into the present
and the thing she planted in the public portal...
Programmed it for time travel.
Slow down here,
there's nothing to prove that I wasn't in a basement of some
tourists' trap.
Well, this is a pretty good imitation of
- Renaissance weaving. - Simon.
These guys in their cock land tortured me. They put me on a rack.
A rack? OK.
What kind of rack? Did it have temporal screws,
- or wrist clamps? If... - Enough!
Enough!
This... woman speaks unbidden!
Dresses as a whore that strikes her alleys.
While I admit to a modest admiration of her vexing spirit,
she is simply a woman.
She should return to her chambers
allow the men to discuss the merits of superior education and faith.
Check this out!
Freak alert. You're getting this?
That was the problem with the Inquisition.
In recounting it was: "Damned if you do,
and dead if you don't."
My family once noble, lost everything.
I made my ways as a tradesman,
managing the book binding at a monastery.
Then...
one horrible night, the demon ran havoc through my village.
I returned home to find my...
beloved wife and...
sweet, sweet children, all dead,
the mark of the demon burned into their bodies.
I took my vows
and devoted my life to killing...
- Nahema. - Nahema, queen of the succubi.
The very one.
The Inquisitor mentioned a succubus. What is it?
In human mythology a succubus is... an alluring female demon
who feeds on her male lovers.
Drain the energy, just like a vampire drains blood.
The dictionary definition of an Atavus.
This particular Atavus has been stalking through history
inspiring legends.
I wouldn't be surprised, if she visited the Mayans and the Egyptians.
They both had heart feeding rituals.
Time traveling serial killer alien, great.
She's on the move again.
I don't know about all that mythology, but I do know this creature has to be stopped.
The slaughter of this beast is my right to vengeance, my destiny.
Look, I understand you're on a very personal vendetta here,
but we are fighting an entire alien species, and your demon happens to be one of them.
You want to tag along, fine.
But I'm calling the shots here.
This terrain is unknown to me. I confess I am in need of a guide.
Renée guess who made the news.
Who shot this?
A news crew, street BID.
They're still tracking her. I listened them on their short wave.
They're gonna meet an eyewitness at 147th and Lenox.
It's right around the corner. Thanks.
These illuminated texts,
are these your books?
No, but for some they're pretty much replacement.
Remarkable. What freedom.
But sure it is one's lead to all manner of temptation, and...
the manipulation of people's will.
Not the worst forms of control, believe me.
The Atavus are creating hybrids.
Stunning people with their cleaves. Forcing them into a joining process.
I'm sorry?
They become possessed
by the demon. We're here.
Following this creature is putting you in serious danger, don't you see that?
Well, Renée Palmer.
The great alien crusader. Don't tell me...
this woman is one of your E.Ts?
Yeah, and if she doesn't kill you they're others who will.
Those who want to keep her a secret.
Well, I do love a good conspiracy theory.
Besides...
here's my witness now.
The only thing this guy here to witness is your death.
- Now get out of here. - OK, OK, look lady, I...
- Now! - OK.
And take him with you. Come on, trust me.
Renée?
Drop your weapon.
I don't think so, Miss Palmer.
The odds are very much in my favor.
Well, Miss Palmer, once again,
Howlyn's desire for you is the only thing keeping you alive.
This is New York's public notice,
coming to you live from a location of an apparent kidnapping.
Ronald Sandoval, FBI. Under the law enforcement act
I'm ordering you to shut that camera. Now.
I am but a simple men of the cloth
unaccustomed to your modern ways. However...
I may be of some assistance.
You see, I've devoted my life to hunting evil.
And now I recognize its disciples.
The most dangerous form of possession,
is voluntary.
Oh, brig him in.
See the odds have shifted, Agent Sandoval.
Got any handcuffs?
OK, that was a pretty good gamble.
Tell me something.
What you've done at that FBI agent happened to be accurate.
I knew with certainty that he was...
spotlighting?
No, but I did look deep into his eyes, to determine the state of his soul.
You can tell that at a glance?
Otherwise I wouldn't have voted against the Inquisitor.
I was convinced of your inner goodness from the beginning.
And yet you continue to demean me.
I confess, your presence made me unsteady.
I'm a product of my time, Renée.
unaccustomed to women of your spirit,
beauty and intelligence.
I humbly apologize for my transgressions.
How long have you been hunting Nahema?
It will be five years this august.
Five years...
- Where do you find the strength? - I could ask you the same question.
You too, haven't you given up any semblance of a normal life?
Have you also lost loved ones?
It's a kind of hard to get close to me right now.
Our pain is identical
as is our destiny.
Renée, our killer's on the move again,
and you never gonna guess where she's headed.
Howlyn!
I cannot deliver you the Earth, if you cannot control
your own species.
What are you talking about, human?
An Atavus has been feeding in public,
in front of news cameras,
risking the exposure of our entire agenda.
No Atavus would defy me.
At least not one from your own tribe.
Nahema.
Howlyn.
Is this food...
or a pet?
An ally.
My poor king...
Look, what you've been reduced to.
Sandoval.
Leave us, now.
It's been a long time.
Over three million years.
Since you and your wild tribe went to stasis.
How did you escape from the asteroid storm?
I adapted a portal
and fled into another dimension.
- And now you are here to...? - To claim my rightful place of course.
As your Queen.
I rejected you once before
what could you possibly be offering me now?
Besides...
I've already chosen a mate.
Oh, yes...
little Judah.
I just fed on her.
According to our tradition that now makes me your mate.
Judah is not my intended.
How dare you kill one of my subjects?
Relax my poor King.
I did not take her pass the threshold of death.
She can be revived.
I will make a second marriage offering,
one that you cannot refuse.
You...
can give me nothing.
Oh, but I can.
Freedom.
I couldn't help but notice the slight...
infestation of humans on Earth.
I will exterminate them...
and take my place at your side.
You'll have to be careful.
Compared to the humans we once knew,
these creatures are very resilient.
They won't even notice.
It will be as if they never existed.
Humanity is a lead...
that has to be cut off...
at its roots.
And that's exactly where I plan to strike.
What's the update?
- She's still up on the mothership. - One good thing,
we've managed to hack, I think it is,
into the portal systems main service.
If Nahema tries another time jump,
we'll be able to reconfigure the system,
and lock her out.
What's going on?
We've been hacked, and... scanned.
It's Nahema. She's heading back to Earth.
That's tricky.
Her energy levels are almost double.
Quite a pit stop.
Great, now we're up against a supercharged Atavus on the rampage.
Street, you want to give my friend here some demonic weaponry.
007.
On switch.
Thrust into the beast's heart,
hold it there while you reverse the energy flow and voila.
Atavus interruptus.
Fusion grenade, last resort kind of thing.
Do pay attention, James.
Press the button, get well clear and kiss the girl.
It's a modern myth. Come on let's go.
Although we do sometimes kiss for luck.
Good luck.
We'll need that luck.
Greetings pawns.
The game is afoot.
We're getting nowhere fast. Let's see if Street gives us a hand.
Greetings hunter.
A query:
which one of them do you value most?
- You'd better not touch either one of them. - How did she?
- Renée, where do you go? - If we can track Nahema's signal,
she can track ours.
She took him! I couldn't stop her, he's gone.
Her signal's gone way pass measurable coordinates.
This makes your monastery visit look like a trip to Disneyland.
She must have seen that you're planning to lock her out.
Kidnapping Simon was a way to make sure I follow her.
Why?
Are you saying she's gone back,
before my time, before my family was killed?
I don't know if we may or may not
be able to rewrite history if we go back after this creature.
But I do know one thing:
The Atavus live, humanity doesn't, it's that simple.
Come on, we've got work to do.
And, what is this infernal place?
I'm guessing the Atavus homeworld.
Looks like another victim.
This one's early humanoid.
This creature looks more a Kenton ape.
Oh my... poor creature's still alive.
Simon.
Nahema!
I banished you from my bed and palace.
How dare return?
And what are these?
I have lured them here from the future.
They are descendant from the very livestock upon what you feed.
Intelligent livestock.
Remarkable.
What else can you tell me about this future?
You are there.
In a few years an asteroid shower will force you into stasis.
You will emerged to find the planet overrun
with humans.
I have brought these Atavus hunters to you
as proof of the danger.
And to convince you to exterminate them all now,
while you still can.
These creatures don't look dangerous.
On the contrary...
rather desirable.
I will demonstrate.
Come, hunters.
I have long awaited this moment.
The moment is short-lived,
as are you.
I wonder if this fire lance is effective against Atavus hunters.
Nahema!
I wish to examine her.
He desires you!
This is for my family.
Time for you to join them.
You're right.
These creatures don't behave like livestock.
Your combat has aroused me.
Franciscus.
My battle has ended my friend.
I leave you to fight alone.
My faith will be always at your side.
God go with you.
The human female wishes to leave.
Stay out of our future Succubus.
You're an intriguing creature.
As it happens, I'm looking for a mate,
and since you defeated the only... competition.
I am yours!
As I'd hoped.
Well, I suggest we consummate this marriage immediately.
If you wipe out your entire livestock now, you'd might not be of second date.
In the meantime,
I'm an old-fashioned girl,
you'll just have to wait a few million years.
This is remarkable Renée.
I mean, I wonder if Howlyn used genetic material from Franciscus body
to try to create evolved humans.
Well, it would be ironic if a Sevillian monk
turned out to be the source code for the human genome.
And doubly ironical, if
Howlyn's obsession with you sped up evolution.
Or if the obsession was...
somehow related to deja vu.
This is something, I wanted you to see.
A three million year old fossil.
Someone you know, I believe.
The good news is...
- her feedings are over now. - However it does mean...
that we were right here on Earth.
And that the Earth...
once...
belong
to the Atavus.
Well,
I'm not giving it back any time soon,
as long as I'm alive.
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