Previously on Gene Roddenberry's Earth Final Conflict...
An asshole of the alien stab me with some kind of finger cleave.
Apparently I'm ahead for a joining procedure and they'll turn me into hybrid.
And if I don't, I'm dead.
I'm sending to a friend of mine, and you can trust her.
More than one of your people, believe me. She'll get you to an ER.
D'you think you can give me the lowdown on Hubble's new ape?
I'm already step up of you. Ryan Patrichio.
He worked for two years
in a counterterrorist unit with Ronald Sandoval.
I knew I didn't like him.
Hubble?
- Nurse! - He's gone into a coma.
It's too late.
.
I read that
olfactory stimulation was
more than quite effective with some coma patients.
These dark roasts, are his favourite.
I must say your
tenacity is to be admire.
Did you read that email I send you on light therapy?
It involves ultra-violet rays to the brain stems of the coma patients.
I know the research.
I'm afraid its the opinion world of neurology that there is no longer any...
reasonable chance for Mister Urick's recovery.
Yeah, well, he's been defying reason his whole career.
That's how he became White House Chief of Staff and Director of the FBI.
I know how fond you are of him.
Actually we rarely saw eye to eye, but...
in many ways he was...
is my mentor.
I don't mean to seem...
callous...
I have kept Mister Urick here in intensive care,
rather than our long term coma care facility because of your incredible
- devotion. - And I appreciate that.
But soon,
I'm afraid you're gonna have to let go.
Not until he does.
Keep up the fight.
Take good care of him, Doctor Field.
Doctor Calbert to ICU. Doctor Calbert to ICU.
I'm on way out. All clear?
Yeah, but I still don't like it.
You take a big risk every time you go to that hospital.
And it's not like Hubble's situation's getting any better.
As long as he is alive, there's hope.
Have you even consider that
Sandoval and Patrichio maybe keeping him alive as a bait to trap you?
I never come during visiting hours, Doctor Field is an ally,
and I've got you watching my back.
It's a risk I'm willing to take,
- for Hubble. - Fine.
Look, there's something else I got to talk to you about...
During my security sweep, I've scrolled through the patient list.
It looks like the wife of an old friend of ours was admitted.
Which old friend?
Reese Jackson.
Better not be him.
Reese, I love you.
It's routine sweet heart.
You heard the doc.
You'll be home in time to cook me my dinner.
Well, I just don't like the idea of being put asleep.
I'm there.
And if you don't have this operation, no way you can get pregnant.
Which is OK with me, because you know, I don't mind practicing.
Promise me we'll start working on a family as soon as I get out of here.
I promise.
I love you.
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
leaving 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 13 _ "DEEP SLEEP"
You don't even call.
Renée...
I'm only in town for like a day or two. So I...
- You know, I didn't think I had time to... - You know what, don't...
bother with your PS excuses Reese.
I stopped counting on you as a fighter a long time ago.
You know after you...
traded us in for serenity behind a white picket fence.
But I still thought we were friends.
I was wrong.
I'm sorry.
Ignoring my calls, emails, you're sorry about that too?
- So you're married now. - Yeah.
Claire, my dream girl, she...
actually existed.
We're trying to have a baby, that's why we are here.
You've forgotten what's going on out there?
Have you even told her about the aliens?
Not that it's any of your concern, but yeah, Claire knows everything.
So what?
You just decided to put your head in the sand, pretend they don't exist?
I don't know what my future holds, but right now, in this moment,
Claire and I are gonna live our lives.
Is everything OK Doctor Morrison?
We have a problem.
Claire had an allergic reaction to the anesthesia.
So what happen?
We can't restore consciousness.
What do you mean?
She's in a coma, Mister Jackson.
How is she doing?
I'm afraid the news isn't good.
There's no brain function.
No! No, that's not possible!
You told me this was only routine.
- My wife was perfectly healthy! - I understand your shock,
Mister Jackson and I share it.
There was nothing in her medical files, to indicate that there was an allergy
- to anesthesia. - Well, does that suppose to cheer me up?
All I want to hear is how you're gonna get my wife out of that coma?
We are doing everything in our power to revive your wife.
But you must prepare yourself for the possibility that Claire
could remain in this state for the rest of her life.
What's going on? Where are they taking her?
They're taking her to our coma care ward.
A pre-eminent facility for coma patients in this country.
I need to stay with her.
I'm sorry.
Coma patients are highly susceptible to common illness.
Our ward is a germ-free environment.
We'll make arrangements for your visitation.
We'll let you know if there's been any change.
My condolences are with you.
I don't need your condolences! I just want my wife back!
There's something I don't like about that woman.
What do you say, we run our own background check, huh?
Here is your chart, Doctor Morrison.
Thanks.
Doctor Morrison,
we have had another negative reaction to anesthesia.
What's the status of the patient?
All the solicitations have failed. I'm transferring him to the coma care.
Very well.
Can I take a look at this?
We'll discuss this case further when your shift is over.
Certainly.
Alright. Thank you.
Two patients go into coma, and that's how the chief in medicine responds.
Authorization approved.
That's got to be where they moved your wife.
- And what's with all the security. - Exactly. We got to get inside.
Here I need your global.
- Reese, I am seriously... - Yeah, yeah...
- I've heard all about it from Renée. - Not as bad as you can hear from me.
Listen, take your shots, I mean later, right now I need your help.
What may you think I'm gonna do anything for you?
Do it, Street.
His wife's in trouble, I'll explain later.
I need a retinal scan of the Dr Morrison at United Hospital in Bethesda.
Try cross checking, her name against...
her optometry records against her records in personal.
Yeah, I guess you know where I'm going with this.
Way ahead of you actually.
Hang on.
Well, I can take a look at the chart if you want.
- That would be advisable... - But I think you're on the right try.
OK, we're clear.
Morrison had her eyes checked a month ago. The scan is on its way.
Don't bother thanking me.
What do you expect, hugs and kisses?
She's fast.
Authorization approved.
Can you pick a lock?
She'll come in handy.
You're not authorized for this ward.
Not bad.
Thanks.
What the hell is going on here?
We got to find your wife. Go ahead, I cover you.
Fine.
No time for that. Try the computer.
Right.
Where are you, Claire?
This is crazy.
They're putting people into comas.
Who the hell's behind all this?
Someone who went into great deal of trouble
to secure a large supply of leaving human alives.
You're telling me. There a lot of people who'd be interested in this.
It's a perfect cover for...
for organ harvesting cloning human.
Security recorded entry by Dr Morrison, but she's in another ward.
I'll check it out.
OK, I'll take care of him.
Stay here.
All clear here.
Here's to you, Chief.
Excuse me?
What are you doing here?
It's a restricted ward.
- Acting director Ryan Patrichio. - I know who you are.
I'm here to discuss director Urick's medical situation.
Under what jurisdiction?
The director had access to massive amounts of privileged information,
his mind is a virtual library of our nation secrets,
easily accessible via a mind probe in the wrong hands.
This is clearly an issue of national security, Sir.
Fortunately,
a Federal Court's agree.
As you can see I've been granted power of attorney,
over Mister Hubble and his affairs.
You look disturb, Doctor?
No,
disgusted.
That any court would put you in charge of the life of a man like this?
Well, then I'm glad there's no question about who is in charge.
What is the neurology board's conclusion director Urick's case?
They haven't published their own conclusion as of yet.
What is their finding, Doctor?
No
reasonable chance of recovery.
That's really quite sad.
But, we cannot risk the sensitive information in his brain
falling into the wrong hands. Especially since as you've said,
the likelihood of his recovery is null.
Remove director Urick from all life support systems.
Is the director had any other visitor?
Not to my knowledge.
Dark roast, ***.
When can you carry up my request?
It's not exactly like turning off a light switch, Mister Patrichio.
In order to authorize the shut down of life support,
I'll need the board of Directors, including Chief of Medicine Dr Morrison,
- to sign off. - Certainly.
We have the upmost respect for your protocol.
- We have to get Claire out of here. - It won't be enough.
We need to find out how they're inducing these comas.
With advanced systems of technology it's possible
we can come up with a way to reverse the process for Claire.
Oh God! How can I let this happened to her?
Alright, think, think, think.
Morrison's using anesthesia to induce the comas.
- What if she's messing with the mix? - Maybe some kind of neural gaz.
Which could
actually be dispensed
from the main O2 supply available into the operating rooms.
Street, look in the hospital's blueprints, fast.
They're putting patients into comas, Reese's wife is one of them.
Oh my God!
Look, I need to know where the hospital stores its oxygen supply.
But I don't understand.
You said that was a routine operation.
There's no way of predicting how a patient will respond to anesthesia.
I'll let you know if there's any change.
My condolences are with you.
Lying hypocrite!
Tell her the truth!
You tell her that you've put her husband in a coma!
What's he talking about?
Tell her! Tell her the truth!
It's nothing.
I'm afraid sometimes grieved ones just can behave irrationally.
Tell Dr Stone to prep this patient for an emergency appendectomy in OR 6.
- I want him under anesthesia, stat! - Very well, Doctor.
This isn't about harvesting organs.
There're hybrids, running around all over this hospital!
They've got Reese.
Street, they're taking Reese to the OR.
OK, I've got the blueprints.
Locate the air tanks leading to operating room number 1A.
Basement, sublevel 2.
But these things, they criss-cross like crazy.
- Find them now. - I'm trying.
OK, I'm in the basement.
Come on, come on, 'cause if Reese goes under we might never pull him out.
I am trying.
All windows are closed in here. Street.
- Street! - I can't find it.
- Renée, I can't find it! - Dammit!
The oxygen lines are on the east wall, next to the auxiliary power generator.
Got it.
Renée, he's going under!
I can see oxygen
nitrogen...
Renée, hurry up!
Hold on.
There's some other gas mixing with the oxygen.
Did I cut it off in time?
I don't know.
I just don't it know...
- The patient is comatose. - Excellent.
To take him to coma care.
Authorization confirmed.
You're welcome.
- I can't leave. - Don't worry.
We're not going anywhere without Claire. I got the portal, go find her.
Right.
When will you be ready to go into full flesh production?
We have complete control of the hospital.
But we're still only at 10% of capacity.
To increase production, I need additional manpower.
Put together, unless of the hospital key personal.
I'll arrange for them to be joined as hybrids at once.
Dr. Morrison.
One of our people was attacked!
Coma care...
Dr. Field.
I understand everything's in order now?
Typically, these matters do require the...
approval of board of neurology.
Fortunately we're able to bypass that process.
I'm aware.
So much for respect for our protocol.
Rank has its privileges.
How long will he live without support?
That could be an hour.
Could be a week.
It's up to him.
- We've got company! - Hang on, hang on.
I got her!
Claire
Time to go.
Vitals are strong.
- She's able to breathe on her own. - It's a good sign, right?
The EEG tells a different story.
The brainwave activity is minimum.
There's nothing you can do?
We know Sandoval's put the patients into comas, why?
I cannot tell you why, I can tell you how.
The Alien blood gasses combine with oxygen,
the mixture somehow induces brainwave paralysis.
Can we analyse the chemical make-up of the gasses, to create an antidote?
Is it possible?
Not with the blood sample you brought from the hospital. It's tainted with oxygen.
What about if I get you a clean sample?
It's entirely conceivable. A serum can be thrive.
This works for smallpox, polio of various influences.
But I'll need a untainted Atavus blood sample.
Well, so where do we found them?
Have you ever face one of the creatures Reese?
They're vampires.
- Quick, powerful, deadly. - And that's why I've got you, right?
I'm picking up some serious temperatures from the hospital grids.
You can pinpoint the location?
Basement level, surgical wing.
When there's kind of the heat there's usually a hybrid chamber.
They're probably joining more hospital's personal as hybrids.
Which means, there's got to be an Atavus down there.
I can handle this. Claire needs you here.
I can't really help her here, so I'm coming with you.
What's going on with that?
What's he doing to her?
It's a joining.
He's creating a hybrid.
Well, we've got to help her.
It's too late for her.
We've got to neutralize the alien long enough to take that blood sample.
When chamber opens, I'll take care of the Atavus
- you deal with the hybrid. Got it? - I got it.
Go!
I got it!
Thanks.
Get this to Doctor Qu. Don't drop it. I'll meet you back at the lair.
Where are you going?
Figure to find out exactly what Sandoval's up to.
Since the breaking, we've increased security to our current maximum alert status.
The Atavus want to insure the consistency of our product.
Certainly.
This is for you.
Obviously consistency is not an issue.
I assume we'll commence world wide distribution of this food source immediatly.
At the current rate
the hybrid population will exceed one million within 6 months
and multiply exponentially after that.
We must provide
a stable food supply before these hybrids
mature into full-blown aliens.
I'll take that as a yes.
Lucky for us we're dealing with a carbon base life form with genetic make-up similar to ours.
If we reverse the polarity on the DNA strand.
We might be able to generate a serum by
forcing the alien blood cells to create antibodies.
Sandoval's creating a human food bank.
Coma care is a giant alien fridge, stock with human snacks, you understand.
The aliens wanna scuff on the coma patients, of course.
Yeah, and they're multiplying ten times faster than we ever calculated.
We've got to move up our offensive.
Contact Boone in Europe, Sanders in Asia,
McNamara in Australia. Everyone's got to know what we're up against.
And how's Claire?
No change.
- OK, it's time to get you out of there. - I can't.
Why not?
Your wife wasn't the only one in trouble.
I got a friend here. He's in danger, I'm getting him out.
Alright, well, then I'm coming to back you up.
- No, this time Claire really needs you. - Oh, and you don't?
Not as much as she does.
Excuse me.
What are you doing in Mr Urick's room?
I... got orders to take him to another room.
Whose orders?
I got them right here.
I guess you'd need me after all.
He's not breathing.
I think we're getting somewhere.
We've managed to trick the alien DNA into creating
its own antibodies to fight off a non-existent virus.
A cure?
Or a poison.
The only way to know for sure is to test it.
Reese will have to make that call.
What's happening?
She's slipping deeper into coma.
We'll never be able to pull her back.
No.
Yes.
I told you, I cannot guarantee what will happen...
We have to give her the serum.
We don't have the choice.
Come on!
Oh God, what's going on?
It might be the antibodies fighting the alien DNA in her blood stream.
Nice to see you finally gave up the good fight, Chief.
Urick's dead.
I've written the press release, made all funeral arrangements.
He'll be buried with full colours in Arlington.
You of all people won't wanna miss him.
Be sure, to invite Renée Palmer to the festivities.
He's not breathing.
He's faintly got a pulse.
Reese?
It worked. Give him the antidote.
- Hubble's coma wasn't alien induced... - It's because an alien cleaved open his chest,
who knows what kind of metabolic residue was left in his system.
We got nothing to lose.
No...
You're not gonna die on me, you understand!
I'll *** with you.
- Don't *** - Renée.
Claire was in coma for less than 24 hours.
Hubble Urick has been in one for months.
Come on Hubble. Squeeze my hand. Squeeze my hand. Come on.
Come on, you could try to understand. Squeeze my hand.
Just squeeze my hand.
I know you can hear me. I know you can.
Did you see that?
Dark roast.
Yes. Your favourite.
I have accepted the President's request
that I resume my duties as Director of the FBI effective immediately.
My primary focus will be ruling out and eliminating the new alien threat,
which can't be deny no longer.
Alien treachery has reached the highest levels of our government
as well as other *** of public services,
even the FBI is vulnerable.
This morning, acting Director Ryan Patrichio, was arrested,
charged with treason,
for collaborating with the alien enemy.
We owe a tremendous debt to the many brave people
who up to this point, have been our only line of defence against the Atavus.
Especially my trusted friend
Renée Palmer.
Director Urick. Is Director Patrichio in custody at this time?
Well, vindiction doesn't come any sweeter than that.
Hubble cleaned up United Hospital,
liberated the coma care ward.
Most of the patients are already back with their families.
You really came... through for me Renée.
I mean, you saved the love of my life.
And you saved my life.
Anyway, what I'm trying to say is...
Claire and I have talked,
and I wanna come back.
I wanna fight.
No.
No you're exactly where you need to be right now. With your wife.
So, do me a favour, will you?
Go home and start working on some little Reeses.
And leave you without the benefit of my invaluable
services.
That's for now.
Just be ready for my call, and next time, call back.
Well, at least you're not the lone
bullfighter anymore
all by yourself.
Yeah. Times are different and changing.
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