Lili: I've gained access to the power system on the mothership. I'll overload it.
Liam: You'd kill everyone!
Lili: The prisoners will be forced to talk anyway, and the Resistance will truly be dead.
Doors: Listen to her, Liam.
Augur: We got trouble!
Look out!
[ Blasting ]
Lili: Liam?
[ Blasting ] ahh!
A volunteer: Everybody down!
Another: Get Doors out of here!
[ Whack ] [ Thwack ] [ Smashing ] [ Whack ] [ Whack ]
Ahh!
[ Bang ]
Volunteer: I wouldn't even quiver if I were you.
Rahh! Uhh!
[ Panting ]
Renee: Where's Doors?
Liam: Why don't you ask your buddy over here?
Volunteer: He's on his way to the mothership as we speak. You... You're Da'an's protector. Major Kincaid, you are under arrest.
[ Siren wailing in distance ]
Volunteer: What the hell are you doing?
[ Blast ]
Liam: Who are you?
Renee: Questions will just have to wait, unless you want a one-way ticket on a taelon transport. I'm sure Zu'or will be glad to see you, Major. Remember: You're my prisoners. Let's go, move!
[ Slam ]
Volunteer: Stay there!
[ Sirens wailing ]
Renee: Keep your heads down. Make it look like you're under arrest -- go! There's more inside the building!
[ Chaotic voices ] [ Volunteers shouting ]
Renee: Something on your mind?
Augur: There's always something on my mind.
Yeah, well... Save it for later.
Sounds like a date, Liam. My kind of woman: Saves my ass and doesn't even leave a phone number ao I can buy her dinner.
Liam: Guess we'll have to track her down to thank her in person -- let's go!
Lili: Can you hear me? Liam, answer me!
[ Bleeping ]
Volunteer: Who authorized you to be down here? Get her out of here!
[ Controls bleeping ] [ Controls bleeping ] [ Zapping ]
Volunteer: Captain Marquette has overloaded the engines.
Zu'or: Override the command.
We're locked out!
Manually shut it down.
We're trying, but the fusion reactors are crystallizing!
[ Engines zapping ]
Commander: Evacuate, now!
[ Blast ]
We've lost an engine.
Sandoval: Do not leave your stations!
The ship's gonna blow!
We have to evacuate immediately.
[ Rumbling ] [ Zapping ] Ahh! [ Rumbling ]
Sandoval: Zu'or! Zu'or, the ship's going to explode.
Zu'or: Get your hands off me!
It's my job to protect you!
[ Whoosh ]
Sandoval: Uhh! What are you doing?
Zu'or: Excising the problem.
[ Swoosh ] [ Whooshing ] [ Blasting ] [ Zapping and rumbling ]
Newscaster: Hundreds of suspected resistance members have been apprehended after the attempt on president Thompson's life. Yet still no word from the white house about how long this state of emergency will last.
Liam: It's as if the underground's entire network has completely collapsed. They're pulling in people who never even questioned the taelons. If this state of emergency isn't lifted soon, You and I may be the only people left in the resistance. When's Thompson's news conference?
Augur: 3 Days from now. Says he's going to release the name of the man who tried to assassinate him.
Our only hope is proving whoever shot him wasn't on our side.
What if he was?
Any word from Lili yet? You know, She can handle herself, Liam.
It's not Lili I'm worried about. It's the rest of the world.
Volunteer: I've taken care of that little problem just like you requested.
Sandoval: I trust you'll keep me informed up to her very last minute.
Of course, agent Sandoval. I wouldn't want you to miss a thing.
Sandoval: The ship will need to operate on auxiliary power until we can repair the damage.
Zu'or: We?
A team of volunteers. They're already on their way.
Send them back to their duties. They are of no use to us, Agent Sandoval. The mothership, being an organically-engineered life form, is designed to regenerate itself.
[ Zapping ]
Zu'or: Now, to our next order of business: Captain Marquette.
Sandoval: You have something special in mind, Zu'or?
As a matter of fact, I do.
[ Global whisking open ]
Bring the prisoner to the bridge, Immediately.
Volunteer on global: That is not possible, agent Sandoval.
And why not?
Liam: There has to be something on this woman.
Augur: Nothing... She's either ex-volunteer, lone operative, or belongs to some radical cell we haven't heard of.
She saw our faces and knows our names. For all we know, she could be a taelon double agent.
Patience, my friend.
All in due time.
Newscaster: This just in: There's been an explosion on the mothership. Satnews network reports The spacecraft was sabotaged by Captain Lili Marquette, A decorated marine and top taelon shuttle pilot; she has died in the blast, along with 13 others, including the east-european Companion. We will keep updating the story...
Augur: They killed her. Those bastards killed her! Damn them! Noo! No!
Liam: Stop it; stop it!
Let me go! Let me go!
Look at me, Augur.
[ Wailing ] No!
She's gone, Augur.
No.
Tearing this place apart Isn't gonna bring her back.
[ Sobbing ] [ Weeping ]
Liam: Turn around: I wanna see your face.
Da'an: And if I do not? Will you try to kill me like captain Marquette did?
If I wanted to kill you, You'd already be dead, Da'an. Lili never wanted to harm you.
An attack on any taelon is an attack on the commonality.
Then blame Zu'or -- this wouldn't have happened if Thompson hadn't implemented a state of emergency.
It was your president that instituted these measures.
Thompson can't even take a walk without Zu'or's permission.
What if Jonathan Doors had been the target of an assassination attempt? What measures would the Resistance have called for? You blame the Taelons when you cannot even control your own people.
The resistance didn't shoot Thompson.
And how will you prove that?
Just watch me.
I have not assigned you to that investigation.
I'm not asking your permission, Da'an.
[ Shuttle zooming ]
Liam: Who's in charge here?
Volunteer: I am, Major Kincaid.
What do you think you're doing?
We have orders to dispose of the body.
You're not disposing of anything.
Sandoval: What seems to be the problem, Major?
Liam: No problem. I'm taking Lili Marquette back to earth for a proper burial and a full autopsy.
I'm afraid that's not possible.
And why is that?
Rules are a little different out here in space. don't necessarily agree with them, but the fact remains, Captain Marquette committed an act of treason. The taelons have the right to do with her body as they see fit.
The taelons -- you mean Zu'or, don't you?
I understand your grief. It might even surprise you that I share it.
Then don't do this, Sandoval.
What are you suggesting, Major?
Let me take Lili; no one has to know.
I wish things could be different, but there's nothing I can do Under these difficult circumstances.
I wanna make a final identification.
For what purpose?
Let's just say it's my way of saying goodbye.
Some things are best left unsaid... Or unseen.
Thanks for the advice. This is one memory I'd like to keep.
The problem with memories, Major, is that once you have them in your mind, it's very difficult to ever get rid of them.
[ Buttons blipping ] [ Whoosh ]
Hubble Urick: Hubble Urick, President Thompson's chief of staff.
Sandoval: I'm aware of who you are, Mr. Urick.
Urick: I was told we'd have conclusive evidence this afternoon so the president could make his announcement tomorrow. Now I'm getting a taelon tap dance.
The F.B.I. Is ready. We're waiting for the medical examiner for corroboration.
I suggest you hurry him along.
[ Liquid slopping ]
Dale: You'd think with all this new taelon technology, the least they could do is improve these damn lids.
Tell us what you need, Dale.
Thanks for the offer, Ron, but I'm kind of old-fashioned. Like to do the dirty work myself. Especially with a case as high-profile as this, wouldn't want to screw up anything with the feds looking over my shoulder and all. Now, you said the assassin shot the president from that catwalk.
Sandoval: That's what I said.
And that's where you found the remains.
We've been over this.
Just wanna make sure I got it all straight. So many people dying, so little time. There is one thing you could help me with.
What is that?
If you already ran A preliminary D.N.A. Test on the shooter, what do you care what I think?
Given the sensitive nature of this investigation, We want to cover all our bases. After all, it isn't every day that the President gets shot.
Can't disagree with you there.
Good. I want to know your findings before you make any statement.
Last time I checked, I reported to the Mayor. Not you.
[ Machine whirring ]
Liam: How's the collection business?
Dale: Feds don't leave much behind.
Neither do skrills.
You know a skrill's the only weapon you can't run a ballistics test on? Forensics is a whole new ball game these days.
How do you keep those genetic samples from degrading?
Your basic cooler. Bet you were expecting something a little more high-tech, huh? Excuse me... My assistant beckons.
[ Inaudible ]
Agent Tate: Mr. Anders! Agent Sandoval wanted me to make sure you have everything you need.
Dale Anders: Who knew the F.B.I. Could be so kind?
[ Machine whirring ]
Augur: How are you holding up?
Liam: I keep seeing her lying there on that gurney. You always think People look like themselves when they die, but they never do. You try to remember the good... All that went before. But it's always that last image that grabs you the hardest.
It'll pass.
I'm not sure I want it to. Because then Lili's gone, forever. You think you can pull a D.N.A. Code?
One double helix scan coming right up.
[ Blipping ] [ Computer blipping ]
Augur: I've seen this guy before.
At least this will be easier than I thought.
I'm not so sure: Albert Phillips was definitely resistance. Sandoval was right; we did shoot Thompson.
Run the D.N.A. Again.
Liam, D.N.A. Doesn't lie.
I don't care: Run it again. There has to be some mistake. Then find me someone I can talk to Who at least knew him.
Just don't mention my name.
[ Buttons blipping ] [ Glass whooshing ]
Volunteer: You have a visitor.
Zu'or: Drop the confinement shield and leave us.
[ Buttons blipping ] [ Shield whooshing ]
Doors: I demand to know what you've done with the other prisoners.
Zu'or: Getting lonely for human companionship, are we? The world as you know it has changed since your incarceration.
What's that supposed to mean?
The resistance is no longer, Mr. Doors, and the same can be said for some of your dear friends. Which is why we should now discuss a mutually-beneficial alliance.
A volunteer: Let's move!
Tate: What a country: Land of the free. And home of the brave.
Sandoval: This unexpected complication in our plan will have to be alleviated.
When do you want to take care of our forensic friend? Well, it's after hours. I'll have to hit you up for overtime.
Call your union.
Man on P.A.: All citizens must be in their homes by 9:00 P.M.
Liam: You Emily Langford? My name's Liam Kincaid. I'm a companion protector.
Emily: What do you want? I didn't do anything, I swear.
I'm not here for you: I'm looking for Albert Phillips.
Why don't you ask your alien bosses? They took him over a month ago. You didn't know?
The President will announce the identity of his would-be assassin day after tomorrow.
Yeah, so?
So, it's your boyfriend.
[ Laughing ] Al? You gotta be kidding. Mr. Pacifist? He may be capable of a lot, but shoot someone? I don't think so. Of course, nobody cares about the truth anymore, anyway. Look, it's closing time -- go harass somebody else.
[ Global blipping ]
Mr. Anders, what can I do for you?
Dale: Actually, I was calling to congratulate you.
Liam on videophone: Sorry?
The way you lifted that D.N.A. Sample with no less than a dozen agents around. Hell of a technique. You obviously trust Sandoval as much as I do.
That's one interpretation.
It better be the right one, because I'm betting on you.
I'm not following.
You will. That is, if you have an interest in the real facts of this case. When can you be at my office?
15 Minutes.
Try not to be late. I can't keep this from your F.B.I. Buddies forever.
Sandoval might already know.
Is that a warning, Major?
No. Just a precaution.
Well, I'll make sure I back up my records, in case anything happens to me.
[ Computer blipping ]
[ Door clicking open ]
Liam: Major Liam Kincaid. I'm here to see the medical examiner.
[ Computer blipping ]
[ Anders choking ] Gaa... Ahhh! [ Anders screaming ]
[ Gunshot ] [ Blast ] [ Shooting ] [ Blast, blast ] [ Gunfire ] [ Shattering ]
Liam: Gahh
[ Slam ] [ Bang ]
[ Hubbub of crowd ]
Volunteer: Stop -- you can't come through here.
Hubble: I'm the President's chief of staff. Step aside, son, or I'll rip that damn implant right out of your neck.
Sorry. We didn't realize who you were, sir.
I'm beginning to have concerns about this state of emergency, mr. President.
Thompson: Concerns? My approval rating hasn't been this high since I bombed the Irasian Republic.
There's god damned volunteers everywhere. I don't like it. Neither will the rest of America when they realize they're living in a police state.
The state of emergency is a temporary measure to cut the legs off the resistance.
Make sure you don't cut your own off, too.
I know what I'm doing.
Do you?
Yeah... What the voters want.
No, this is what Zu'or wants. You're talking to me, Daniel. This isn't some sound bite. Now, one day, you have to stand up to that taelon. Before it's too late to draw a line in the sand.
[ Image zapping ]
[ Blipping ]
Liam: Any luck with our mystery woman?
Augur: When I get this image, I'll run it on every database I know.
Liam: We've seen what she can do. You'd better be 2 steps ahead of her.
She can't hide forever.
I want you to run another D.N.A. test on Phillips.
Liam!
A simple dating analysis! Humour me.
I don't feel very humorous these days. Fine!
[ Computer blipping ]
Augur: Well, that's strange. Phillips was skrilled a few days ago, but this genetic sample is over a month old.
Which means it was planted there and he was framed, and the real assassin's remains must still be in the auditorium.
I doubt that. Sandoval's men would have cleaned it up by now.
There has to be another angle he didn't think of.
Hmm... It's a long shot...
Tell me.
Sandoval skrilled the shooter on the catwalk, right? Well, it's possible that the energy from the skrill Created a molecular bonding fusing the D.N.A. to the metal plank.
So, Sandoval's guys would have to remove part of the catwalk To cover their tracks.
Exactly. Molecular bonding isn't something you just windex off.
[ Bag unzipping ] [ Door clicking open ]
Tate: Well... I hate to say goodbye...
[ Buttons blipping ] [ Timer ticking ] [ Ticking ] [ Machine whirring ] [ Whirring ] [ Machine blipping ] [ Ticking ] [ Machine whirring ]
[ Ticking ] [ Bomb exploding ] [ Flames whooshing ]
[ Liam groaning ] [ Panting ]
[ Sizzling ]
Augur: Bombs are an effective way to clean up a crime scene.
Liam: Not to mention me. I just hope this D.N.A. doesn't have Phillips's name on it.
Well, this sample really isn't in great shape.
Just see what you can do.
Got it. Let's see who these lovely genes belong to.
[ Computer blipping ]
Augur: Oh, my god.
Who is it?
Judson Corr. He killed William Boone's wife, hired by Sandoval and god knows who else. He's your basic lowlife freelancer.
Agent: Can I see some I.D.? Thanks, go ahead.
Hubble: What can I do for you, Major?
Liam: The president will announce the assassin's identity tomorrow night?
Yes, you and your colleagues did a bang-up job of the investigation.
You may not feel that way after reviewing this.
Reviewing what? My staff just received the F.B.I. findings.
Albert Phillips didn't shoot him. Phillips was killed over a month ago. It's all here. Don't believe me? Have your people check.
I don't have time...
I'd hate for this to surface after Thompson's made his case before the people.
And look like a fool, is that what you're getting at?
I'm not getting at anything. The truth is there. What you do with it is your business.
Then who shot him?
A professional killer named Judson Corr.
That's supposed to convince me?
By itself, no. But considering you've got a dead coroner and a crime scene that no longer exists...
And why are you the one coming forward? Where's Agent Sandoval?
I'm looking forward to hearing The President's speech tomorrow night.
[ Image zapping ]
Augur: Get ready, because here I come.
[ Blipping ]
Augur: Come on, Give me a match. Whoo, ha ha!
Renee: Well, well, you're ahead of schedule, Augur.
[ Computer blipping ]
Renee: Good work. But... Not good enough.
[ Keyboard keys clicking ]
[ Fuzzy metallic twanging ] [ Buzzing ]
Augur: Uh-oh... No, no, no, no, no! Come on, no!
[ Zapping ] [ Fizzling ]
[ Computers zapping ]
Augur: [ Panting ] I've gotta meet this woman!
[ Global blipping ]
Hubble: I had my people take a look at your evidence. Very impressive.
Liam: Glad to hear.
But if you think I take this to the President, you're nuts.
But the evidence.
You have none. Corr's genetic sample could have come from anywhere.
I collected it from the auditorium myself.
Well, the only problem is that catwalk is toast. There's nothing to validate your findings.
What about the dating? How can you explain Phillips being dead a month before the shooting?
Oh, I'm sure I could find forensic experts who'd testify to the fact that the D.N.A. Was tainted. If anything else comes up, Please, feel free to give me a call.
[ Car door clicking open]
Thompson: They loved the speech. That new lead-in really got them.
Hubble: Great.
Something I should know about, Hubble?
Nope. Not yet.
Augur: I've checked Anders's computer and the others on the network. There's nothing here.
Liam: The President goes on air in less than 4 hours.
Maybe he just never backed it up.
His assistant said he was a stickler for keeping records.
He probably just forgot.
Come on, help me out here. He put it somewhere: I know it.
Liam, it's not like you can just store D.N.A. Anywhere. You need a stable temperature, and we've already checked all the refrigeration units. Wherever it is, Liam, anders took it to his grave. Let's go.
Guess anders will rest a little easier tonight.
[ Knocking ]
Thompson: Hubble, I was wondering where you've been.
Hubble: I was with the speaker and senate majority leader.
Good, I'm glad they're here -- this speech is outstanding.
We have to throw it out.
What do you mean?
Mr. President, there's someone you need to see. You remember Major Kincaid?
Thompson on T.V.: This evening, I fully expected to confirm the identity of the assassin who made the attempt on my life. But, I must confess, new evidence casts serious doubt on the theory that the assassin was part of the Resistance. Therefore, in accordance with the war powers act of 2004, I've no choice but to rescind the state of emergency and hereby order the immediate return to earth of all suspected Resistance prisoners currently being held on the mothership.
[ Swoosh ]
Zur'or: What evidence is he talking about?
Sandoval: I have no idea, Zu'or.
Bring that incompetent fool to the mothership at once.
Da'an: If the resistance did not shoot him, then who did?
Liam: Sandoval, presumably with Zu'or's blessing.
Da'an: Where are you going?
I wanna make sure every prisoner gets back to earth.
That is hardly necessary.
With Sandoval around, people have a way of disappearing.
Zu'or: Your recision on the state of emergency only shows disrespect for the taelons.
Thompson: Disrespect? You have the audacity to risk my life, to perpetrate a fraud on the American people, and you accuse me of disrespect?
If we had not commandeered the election, Jonathan doors would now be president.
I refuse to believe that.
Sandoval: Then maybe you ought to talk to your pollsters.
Zu'or: The state of emergency is now irrelevant. What is most important is that all volunteers remain on earth Until the resistance is eliminated.
Thompson: I can't sanction that.
I'm not asking you.
Hubble: I think it's time we redefine the parameters of our relationship, Zu'or.
Sandoval: The only reason you are in the white house is because we put a bullet through your shoulder, Mr. President.
Zu'or: Next time, we may not aim so carefully.
A volunteer: All resistance prisoners accounted for.
Liam: They killed Lili.
Doors: I know; I'm sorry.
It's time to put our differences aside.
I work in my own way, Liam.
Zu'or: I look forward to our association. I have no doubt it will benefit both our species.
Sandoval aboard mothership: I have an assignment for you, Major.
Liam: What kind of assignment?
A personnel problem of sorts: The night Doors was apprehended, a woman masquerading as a volunteer killed a member in her unit, allowing two unknown suspects to escape.
Sounds like a serious breach of security.
Every companion protector around the world is investigating. We can only guess what she knows about our operations.
Barry Calvert: I'm Barry Calvert, reporting live with the first broadcast ever from the Taelon mothership. With me today is Zo'or, The leader of the Taelon synod and arguably the most powerful being in our galaxy. I understand, Zo'or, you have an announcement to make to the American people.
Zu'or: Actually, I would prefer that my esteemed associate do the honours.
Doors: Thank you, Zu'or. For those of you who supported my presidential campaign, I realize the sight of me standing next to my former enemy must be shocking. But the time has come to put petty differences aside. That's not to say differences don't still remain. But the fact is, the taelon presence on earth has overwhelming support, not just in this country, but around the world.
Barry: Does that mean, Mr. Doors, you'll be distancing yourself from the ideology of the resistance?
Well, Barry, the resistance was never really the issue. The issue is and always will be what's best for humanity. Which is why doors international has formed a new alliance with the taelons.
Liam: Looks like one big happy family.
Doors: It's time my company got back to what we started four years ago: Using the best of taelon technology in everyday earthly applications.
Barry: Well, it seems you have a lot on your plate this coming year.
Not exactly. The real work will be in the capable hands of my new division head, Renee Palmer. Ms. Palmer?
Hologram Lili: The destructive code which erased my operating system was the trojan file version pk-2300-exe. The infected patches have been purged. Now I have to reinstall all the programmes using master disks.
Augur: There's no data on this woman -- how's that possible?
She knew we were coming, Augur; she obviously likes her privacy.
She can't keep a low profile forever.
Once my systems are up again, I'll start scrolling.
That won't be necessary.
Hologram: But I just installed this great new masking programme and... Is something wrong?
No, no, I'm fine.
Then why don't I believe you?
I think we need to have a little talk.
Okay, what about?
I'm going to have to... Retire your programme.
But... I'm still fully functional.
If this is about Updating my operating system,
No, your operating system is fine.
Then what did I do?
You didn't do anything. It's just that... Now that Lili's dead...
So, that means if she doesn't exist, Then I don't exist. And if I don't exist, then...
I'm sorry.
[ Gasp ]
This is going to be painless -- I promise.
Augur, Please!
Rest in peace.
[ Zapping ] [ Fizzling ]
A volunteer: Time to go, Captain Marquette.
