The Peacekeeper Wars
October 17 & 18, 2004 - US
January 16, 2005 - UK
Writer - Rockne S. O'Bannon & David Kemper
Director - Brian Henson
Cast (Order of Appearance)
Ben Browder . . . John Crichton
Claudia Black . . . Aeryn Sun
Anthony Simcoe . . . Ka D'Argo
Jonathan Hardy . . . (voice) Rygel XVI
Rim McCunn. . . Caa'ta
David Franklin . . . Braca
Wayne Pygram . . . Scorpius/Harvey
Linal Haft . . . Maryk
Gigi Edgley . . . Chiana
Paul Goddard . . . Stark
Hugh Keays-Byrne . . . Grunchlk
Melissa Jaffer . . . (voice) Noranti
Raelee Hill . . . Sikozu Shanu
Sandy Gore . . . Muoma
Lani Tupu . . . (voice) Pilot
Rebecca Riggs . . . Grayza
Stephan James King . . . Pikal
Francesca Buller . . . Ahkna
Duncan Young . . . Staleek
Tammy McIntosh . . . Jool
Ron Haddrick . . . Yondalao
Nathaniel Dean . . . Jothee
John Bach . . . Einstein
(The scene opens on a black background and dripping water, then we see the form of John Crichton, lying on a bed - maybe asleep, maybe not, since there are cuts and bloodstains on his face. Aeryn's voice cuts in, clearly tired and subdued, while the camera walks us through Moya's corridors, which look devastated, debris lying everywhere, sparks flying from broken conduits)
AERYN: You did it, John. All fighting has stopped. There's no more dying. (her voice breaks, she seems barely able to control herself) And all of a sudden...three is not such a scary number. (cut back to Crichton, still motionless on the bed: it's clear something has gone quite wrong) But no matter how wonderful this is, I will not accept it...as a trade-off...for losing you.
(space: a Saturn-like planet circled by a ring of asteroids. While the titles roll, the Scarran armada comes into view and then, from the depths of the ring, the PK carriers emerge and the battle is engaged.
The action then shifts to an underwater scene: Rygel is swimming, looking for what appear to be crystals; he picks them up from the sea bottom and from the nearby rocks, then he eats them - adding also a small red and white striped fish for good measure. Finally he surfaces toward a waiting boat)
D'ARGO: I've got you. (hauls Rygel aboard the vessel)
RYGEL: Thank you ever so for your kind assistance.
D'ARGO: Always anxious to lend a hand to a Dominar.
RYGEL: (while Noranti solicitously dries him off) So often I've proclaimed having a belly full of Crichton and Aeryn. Never thought it would be so literal. (to everybody's disgust he throws up his 'catch' on the barge's deck)
CAA'TA: What did you call their species again?
NORANTI: (sucking on one of the crystals, as if to taste it) This is Crichton. He is called a Hoo-man. (another crystal, same procedure) And Aeryn, Sebacean. Definitely Sebacean.
D'ARGO: Rygel, do you have all the pieces?
RYGEL: From under every rock, every crevice, I sifted the bottom sand with my bare hands! Look at my nails!
ALIEN2: Caa'ta, the Leviathan ship has returned. Their transport pod is approaching.
CAA'TA: Order the concealment canopy lowered.
(the boat speeds toward an island, until now rendered invisible by some force shield, while one of Moya's pods comes into view, heading for the same island.
Cut back to space, aboard a PK carrier: Braca crosses the deck while conveying information)
BRACA: Sir, another deep-space contact from Peacekeeper Strategic Command. It's Grand Chancellor Maryk...again.
SCORPIUS: (looks very annoyed, but his voice sounds genially respectful) Grand Chancellor.
MARYK: (more than angry - furious) Where the Hezmana in my orders did you find the phrase "preemptive attack"?
SCORPIUS: The Scarrans are massing for an impending onslaught we all know is coming!
A conflict we are ill situated to win. By challenging them before they are prepared, we have a fighting chance.
MARYK: You were sent to gather surveillance—
SCORPIUS: With all due respect, sir, I was sent here to perish at the vanguard of this inevitable conflict. I simply refuse to participate on their terms - or yours!
MARYK: Because of your actions, the Scarran Empire has declared war against us. Do you know what that means, Scorpius? We are now officially engaged in the last war of our era! Congratulations.
(back on the water planet, D'Argo, followed by some of the alien inhabitants, runs to meet Moya's pod, from which an exultant Chiana emerges, launching herself in the Luxan's arms)
D'ARGO: Chiana! Your eyes?
CHIANA: I can see again, D'Argo!
D'ARGO: What happened? How?
CHIANA: He, He gave me n-new eyes.
(Stark descends the pod's steps)
STARK: We found one, yes.
CHIANA: Stark and I found a Diagnosan.
(the Diagnosan comes out of the pod, but misses his footing and falls head over heels down the steps)
D'ARGO: What's wrong with him?
(the last passenger disembarks, an old acquaintance)
GRUNCHLK: Nothing's wrong with him! He's fine.
D'ARGO: Grunchlk, I thought you were dead...
GRUNCHLK: Dead? Me? Hardly at all.
(cut to a big room on the island, full of strange machinery and big vats with plants submerged in water: at the center of the room a device which is twirling the recovered crystals)
NORANTI: (to the Diagnosan, who seems to be playing with them) Those crystals are people's lives. Stop waving that thing around.
D'ARGO: This had better work.
GRUNCHLK: You're lucky to have him, mate. Diagnosans, they're at a premium. Especially now that there's a war on.
D'ARGO: What war?
CHIANA: The Peacekeepers and the Scarrans have declared war against each other.
D'ARGO: Do the Peacekeepers know what they're getting into?
GRUNCHLK: The Scarrans didn't give 'em much choice. They were already taking the galaxy by force. System by system.
D'ARGO: A galaxy-wide war.
(cut to space, where PK and Scarran ships are engaging each other furiously)
PK OFFICER: The Scarran vanguard has breached our defense perimeter.
(Sikozu comes into view: her hair is short and spiky, and her scant leather uniform shows a number of tattoos on her back)
SIKOZU: We've drawn them in sufficiently. The trap is set.
SCORPIUS: (to Braca, commanding a Prowler detail) Captain, initiate the plan exactly as I instructed.
BRACA: All pilots, deactivate targeting in-flight systems.
VOICE OF PK PILOT: Copy that.
BRACA: We fly manual from here.
SIKOZU: Fly straight in. Their targeting telemetrics will be corrupted at least two degrees off center by the ambient magnetics. You dare them to hit you.
(the scene shifts from the carrier's command deck to open space, where Braca's Prowler squadron is committing to a new maneuver, coordinated by Scorpius and Sikozu)
BRACA: Red Team, move close to my left flank. Blue Team, on right. Upon signal, execute tiered attack on lead Scarran Dreadnought. Confirm.
PK OFFICER: All armada ships now taking heavy fire, sir.
SCORPIUS: Only for the moment. Stay positioned.
(the attack seems to be successful: the Prowlers advance on the Scarran ship and come quite close, then start to shoot)
(meanwhile, on the water planet, all is ready: two levers are brought together and horizontal bands of light course through the crystals, which are distinctly taking the shape of John and Aeryn as they were when they were disintegrated at the end of "Bad Timing".
A few seconds and they are back to life, still kissing - D'Argo exhales a satisfied, relieved breath; they the couple understands something is amiss, and they both react drawing their guns)
CAA'TA: Lower your weapons.
CRICHTON: How long? (while he and Aeryn ask questions, they cover the room with their guns, in perfect synchronicity)
D'ARGO: About 60 solar days.
CHIANA: Still on the water planet.
CAA'TA: Put your weapons down now!
CRICHTON: (to D'Argo) Bad guys?
D'ARGO: Yes and no. They did help us put you back together.
AERYN: Put us back together?
CHIANA: They said it was an accident. You were crystallized.
CAA'TA: Last warning.
(there is a very tense moment, both John and Aeryn look reluctant about surrendering their weapons, unsure as they are of the situation, then John seems to reach a decision and lets go of his pulse pistol, and the aliens disarm him and Aeryn)
CRICHTON: (to Aeryn) You said yes.
AERYN: I did?
CRICHTON: Sixty days. Any regrets?
AERYN: No. It's going really well.
CRICHTON: Hey, we're gonna get married!
(back again on Scorpius' command carrier: Braca is back from his mission)
BRACA: Sir, you were absolutely correct. Their pilots and gunners were no match for ours.
(Scorpius is clearly distracted, his concentration turned inwards, then he holds up his hand, as if to silence Braca)
SCORPIUS: Prepare to withdraw.
SCORPIUS: The rest of the armada is to continue to engage the enemy, covering our escape.
BRACA: But, sir, we're winning—
SIKOZU: Without this carrier, all remaining units—
SCORPIUS: My orders are clear.
BRACA: Sir, you're asking us to withdraw our troops, our ships, our—
SCORPIUS: (grabs Braca's uniform and growls) Yes! That's it!
BRACA: Plot an escape route! Close hangars! Rig for maximum speed.
SCORPIUS: He is alive, Sikozu. (holds up Sikozu by her waist and sits her on a console, looking triumphant) John Crichton is alive.
(on Qujaga, the water planet, John is being interrogated by Caa'ta and a female alien - High Priestess Muoma)
CAA'TA: One more time. Begin again.
(sitting down in front of a metal grille, with barely controlled impatience, he starts to relay his story)
CRICHTON: Fine. For the 89th time. Once upon a time, there was a boy named John. And John was an astronaut. He lived in a faraway place called Earth. (we see images of the launch of the Farscape One) Which is so far away, you've never heard of it. One day when John was out doing astronaut things, a big blue wormhole gobbled him up and spat him out at the far end of the universe. (footage of John's arrival through the wormhole, during the battle between the PK and the escaped prisoners on Moya) Things were looking grim in Mudville - (he calls to Earth, still hoping to receive an answer) Canaveral?
Till our hero met an amazing living ship, (D'Argo roughly grabs him) made some nice new friends (Rygel spits on him) and he hooked up with his dream girl. (first meeting with Aeryn, who promptly throws him to the floor) We could've lived happily ever after, but the Peacekeepers raped, chased and tortured us for years on end. (PK soldiers marching through Moya's corridors, Grayza's rape of John. Images of the Aurora Chair and Crais ordering: - Fire!)
Then two months ago, we got our asses shot off again. This time it was the Scarrans, (Staleek, looking very menacing) big reptiles. Oooh! And Moya, our living ship, limped her way to your happy planet for a little R&R. Because we figure, it's empty! Hey, no one is gonna bother us.(John and Aeryn on the boat)
CRICHTON: We're gonna have a baby! Will you marry me?
(back to the present)
Next thing, me and the future Mrs. Crichton are having a private moment when you guys fly by. (the alien ship shoots them, breaking them into crystals) Boom bada-bing, squiggly line, squiggly line. Crystallized. And it's two months later. (the aliens look at each other, and at him, and John is clearly at the end of his patience) What?
(Grand Chancellor Maryk's carrier)
MARYK: (reading a report) Retreating.
PK OFFICER: Scorpius has powered off his onboard beacon. We have no way of tracking him.
MARYK: Broadcast this order. Highest priority. The instant his command carrier is spotted, it is to be fired upon. No hailing, no offer to surrender. I want this coward Scorpius and all who fly with him erased from existence!
PK OFFICER: Aye, Chancellor.
(while they talk another figure joins them on the command deck: at the beginning we see only a very pregnant belly, then Grayza comes into view)
GRAYZA: Scorpius is many things, Maryk. None of them good. But a coward? Never.
MARYK: He has initiated this war, and then turned and run! How do you define cowardice, Grayza?
GRAYZA: Grand Chancellor, (she joins her hands as if in prayer, using a very conciliatory tone) please consider my counsel on this carefully. Hatred of the Scarrans is Scorpius' sole consistent trait. There is something else.
MARYK: Perhaps. But my orders stand. (Grayza does not look pleased)
(on Qujaga, Aeryn is laying on a bed, being examined by the Diagnosan)
CRICHTON: Funny how?
CRICHTON: Different how? Like ice cream cucumber different?
AERYN: I don't know. That's why I'm here.
CRICHTON: All right. Everything is gonna be okay. Do you know why? Because we're done. We're checking out...Finito! Next Ferengi we see, we run. No questions later. From this moment on, (Aeryn playfully runs a finger on his lips, and he, just as playfully, nips at it) my one concern, my life is you and our baby.
DIAGNOSAN: (Diagnosan speech)
GRUNCHLK: Are you sure?
DIAGNOSAN: (Diagnosan speech)
CRICHTON: What..everything all right? She all right? The baby all right?
GRUNCHLK: Doc says he doesn't know what you're talking about. There is no baby.
CRICHTON: Whoa, whoa! What do you mean, no baby?
GRUNCHLK: Ah, if there was a little passenger before, it ain't aboard the train no more.
DIAGNOSAN: (Diagnosan speech)
GRUNCHLK: Doc says you...never were preggers. (Aeryn divides her attention between the Diagnosan and Grunchlk, looking incredulous)
AERYN: I was.
CRICHTON: She was! She was preg... You were pregnant?
AERYN: (angry, now) I was pregnant!
GRUNCHLK: There is no baby. No nothing.
CRICHTON: Whoa! (he takes hold of her arms) We were in pieces, thousands of pieces.
(cut to the village's central plaza - D'Argo is eating)
D'ARGO: Rygel said he got every single piece off of the ocean floor.
D'ARGO: He was very thorough. We made sure of it. Even carried the pieces up in his stomach to make sure he didn't drop them.
(John and Aeryn look at each other and leave at a run - we see them again in the previous chamber, while the Diagnosan examines Rygel)
GRUNCHLK: (to Rygel) Congratulations, mate. You are a mother!
CRICHTON: Oh, no! (hides his face in his hands)
GRUNCHLK: - It's all right. The wee babe is doing just fine.
RYGEL: Yes, but it's doing just fine inside me!
CRICHTON: This is not happening.
AERYN: (grabs the Diagnosan forcefully) Do something!
GRUNCHLK: (tries to detach her from his charge) Hands off, missy.
CRICHTON: (blocking his arm before he can reach Aeryn) Whoa!
GRUNCHLK: The fee. The fee is going up.
CRICHTON: You take it out of him, and you put it back in her.
AERYN: Whatever it takes.
DIAGNOSAN: (Diagnosan speech)
GRUNCHLK: Doc won't do it.
RYGEL: Won't? I want this thing removed immediately.
CRICHTON: (angry) It's not...a thing!
RYGEL: Fine. (dripping sarcasm) I want this miracle of life the frell out of me!
DIAGNOSAN: (Diagnosan speech)
GRUNCHLK: All right. At the end of the first quadmester. The baby's too small now. Fragile.
RYGEL: First quadmester? Give me a drink! Ohhh!
(in the central plaza the Moyans are sharing a meal)
CHIANA: Hey, princess, the narl's in your stomach? Drad. What does it feel like?
RYGEL: You tell me. (He hits Chiana with his fork)
AERYN: (grabbing his hand and plunking a plate down in front of him) Hey!
CHIANA: Frell! Rygel!
RYGEL: Weeber eggs? I hate them.
AERYN: Apparently babies love them. Seriously, Rygel, what does it really feel like?
RYGEL: Like having a parasite, a large parasite that's growing!
(one of the aliens brings some plates of food, unceremoniously shoving Noranti aside and giving them a nasty look, not the first one they have received from their hosts)
CRICHTON: Okay, what did we do to piss off the locals?
D'ARGO: They're paranoid.
STARK: No, wrong, not paranoid. I've been talking to many of them.
RYGEL: Stark our ambassador? No wonder they're avoiding us.
CHIANA: So, what's their problem then?
STARK: Fear. Abject fear.
NORANTI: Of what?
STARK: Their fear extends to the point of not talking about their fear.
D'ARGO: Perfect. Let's not exacerbate it by staying any longer.
(Chiana's new eyes let her see the energy inside the aliens' weapons)
CRICHTON: D'Argo, beyond that concealment canopy is Armageddon. Do we really wanna fly into that right now?
D'ARGO: I'll ask 'em if we can stay. They're not gonna like it.
STARK: So what should we do in the meantime?
CRICHTON: We get married.
CRICHTON: (with a satisfied smile) Now.
NORANTI: You will make a beautiful bride. I will see to it. (Aeryn smiles uncertainly)
(cut to Staleek's Decimator - Ahkna approaches the Emperor)
AHKNA: Emperor Staleek.
STALEEK: What is it?
AHKNA: We have received a deep-space comm cipher.
STALEEK: We receive tens of thousands...
AHKNA: This is from a most unexpected source. With a most unexpected message. It is about John Crichton. The sender knows the Human's current location, an out-of-the-way water planet. No defenses to speak of.
STALEEK: Do the Peacekeepers have him?
AHKNA: Not yet.
STALEEK: Your source, is it reliable?
AHKNA: At the moment, impeccable.
STALEEK: Have a course plotted. We will send a full battle contingent.
AHKNA: A full contingent for one man?
STALEEK: Not for the man. For the knowledge he possesses.
(back on Qujaga - the preparations for the wedding are underway)
CRICHTON: (to High Priestess Muoma) It's very generous of you to do this for us.
MUOMA: It is the first time I have presided over the union of soldiers.
CRICHTON: We're not soldiers. (pointing in the direction of Caa'ta) In fact, he's the only one carrying a gun.
CAA'TA: Either way, your petition to remain among us is being denied. On conclusion of your ceremony, you will all leave.
CRICHTON: Right. (to Muoma) If you don't mind my asking, who are you hiding from?
STARK: (coming at a run from a side corridor) Aeryn's coming! The bride! The bride!
CRICHTON: Come on! (he, D'Argo, Stark and Chiana move toward the place set aside for the ceremony, and John tries to position his friends in prearranged places)
D'ARGO: Okay, are you relaxed?
CRICHTON: I am relaxed.
D'ARGO: I've heard the key in these things is being relaxed.
CRICHTON: I am relaxed. Stand here. Stand.
CHIANA: Wha.. what about me?
CRICHTON: You're right here. Good.
CHIANA: Okay, perfect.
CRICHTON: (to Stark) What are you doing? No, no!
(Aeryn comes in, preceded by Noranti who is scattering flower petals. She's in her usual PK leathers, the only concession to the occasion a red flower over her right ear)
STARK: Oh, she looks so...
CRICHTON: (with a half-shy, half-satisfied smile) You look great.
AERYN: (clearly uncomfortable) You owe me.
CRICHTON: I know.
MUOMA: Is there a particular invocation you would like me to use?
CRICHTON: (clapping his hands, looking both happy and embarrassed) Yeah, um... Dearly beloved. (Chiana mimics his gesture)
MUOMA: "Dearly beloved."
CRICHTON: (with a brilliant smile toward Aeryn, who looks at him smiling) We are gathered here.
MUOMA: "We are gathered here."
CRICHTON: Beneath this magnificent... (he turns to look up at the suddenly darkening sky, the outline of a PK carrier breaking out of the clouds; Aeryn raises her own eyes and completes the sentence)
AERYN: Command Carrier.
ALIEN: Take cover in the temple!
(the wedding party starts moving in several directions, most of the Qujagans clearly in a panic, some angry)
CAA'TA: Lies. All lies!
MUOMA: They seem to know exactly where we are. How, if the concealment canopy is still in place?
CAA'TA: They know because we have been betrayed.
CRICHTON: (grabbing Stark) Stark, go with them. (to Noranti) Witchiepoo, you go as well.
NORANTI: What should we do?
CRICHTON: Convince them it's not our fault!
AERYN: (to Chiana) Hide Rygel. Guard him with your life.
(cut to space, where a smaller vessel detaches itself from the carrier, heading for the planet)
STARK: (following the Qujagans while they run into some sort of hiding place) It's not our fault. It's not our fault. We knew nothing about this. Crichton will fix it. He'll fix it. I assure you.
CAA'TA: (to Noranti) Come on, old woman.
NORANTI: (she's examining some wall engravings, oblivious to the general panic) Now, that's familiar. Why do I know that?
CAA'TA: (grabbing her roughly and pushing her into the hiding place) Now!
NORANTI: (she looks around and something in the architecture of the place quick-starts her memory) Oh. Eidelons. Of course! Eidelons! (to Muoma) Eidelons. You're Eidelons.
MUOMA: Yes, we are.
(the vessel from the carrier is landing in the central plaza of the village, John, Aeryn and D'Argo approaching to meet it)
CRICHTON: You know who it's gonna be, don't you?
D'ARGO: I know who it is.
CRICHTON: Bet me. Come on, "D," bet me. How much?
D'ARGO: You're on your own, my friend.
(a panel lifts from one of the landing struts, revealing Scorpius and Sikozu)
SCORPIUS: Hello, John.
CRICHTON: Easy money.
SCORPIUS: Apologies if this is a bad time, but I believe we need to talk.
CRICHTON: How did you find me?
(Scorpius taps a finger against his forehead, and with a cracking sound we're suddenly inside John's head: the setting is a studio, with a big blackboard filled with equations, over which is a portrait of Albert Einstein; Harvey is dressed like a "professorial" suit and has mustaches a mop of hair closely resembling those of the real Einstein)
HARVEY: (speaking with a fake German accent) I vould prefer to be called Albert.
CRICHTON: No. Invisible sidekicks that only I talk to get called Harvey. How the hell did Scorpius find me?
HARVEY:Scorpius..is..like..God. He does not play dice with zee universe. He has a great plan, John. But his mysteries unfold slowly. Perhaps they will be answered when zee proper tribute is provided to him. (traces a circle on the blackboard, which becomes a window looking on a blue wormhole) Za wormhole! But in your case..za wormhole veapon! (Harvey raises his right arm stiffly, in a parody of the Nazi salute, while the wormhole on the window/blackboard explodes)
CRICHTON: Listen up, Strangelove, I can find wormholes, sense when they will open. Push comes to shove, I can even navigate one. (he draws a cross on the blackboard, erasing the wormhole and bringing the surface to its previous look) But I cannot..make..a wormhole weapon!
HARVEY:That is true, John. But you do know where to obtain the knowledge. It does not take an Einstein to figure that out, huh?
CRICHTON (scribbling a four-letter word on the blackboard): Make sure he gets that message.
HARVEY (sighing): Yes
(back to the here and now, John is looking up at the sky and Scorpius comes out from behind one the plaza's pillars)
SCORPIUS: So how have you been, Crichton?
CRICHTON: I'm good, Bob. You? The wife? The kids?
CRICHTON: Yeah. I hear business is boomin'.
SCORPIUS: You're right. The Scarrans and Peacekeepers are at war. And the Scarrans will prevail unless...you help us build a wormhole weapon.
CRICHTON: Gee, that all sounds reasonable, Bob. Only two problems. No matter what you may believe, I can't do it. And just as important, I don't think Peacekeepers are any better than the Scarrans. So make sure you validate your parking... on the way out.
SCORPIUS: You will find no serenity during this conflict, Crichton. Examine your choices.
CRICHTON: (forcefully) You are not listening. Wormholes, no! Weapons, no! Killing, no. Crichton, no.
(flash forward back aboard the devastated Moya: Crichton is lying motionless on the bed, and we hear a dialogue between him and Scorpius, while the camera pans along the Leviathan's corridors, showing the extent of the damage)
CRICHTON: You want to see it? The thing you've been chasing my ass all over the universe for? Torturing me, my wife, my friends for. You wanna see it?
CRICHTON: Say please.
CRICHTON: Pretty please.
SCORPIUS: Pretty please.
CRICHTON: With a cherry on top.
SCORPIUS: With a cherry on top.
CRICHTON: Happy birthday. Now get out of my sight.
(back to the present - the Eidelons' hiding place)
STARK: D'Argo, D'Argo, a miracle! Eidelons, Jool, Arnessk, peace!
D'ARGO: (after tonguing Stark unconscious, he asks Noranti) Okay, what's he talking about?
NORANTI: Eidelons, Jool, Arnessk, peace!
D'ARGO: (moves her aside) Thank you. (to Muoma) Please.
MUOMA: We are the last Eidelons. All others hunted to extinction.
MUOMA: Our ancestors possessed the means to influence peace. A gift that sadly has not survived to our generation.
D'ARGO: I'm familiar with the history.
CAA'TA: Then you would also know that 12,000 cycles ago their great temple was destroyed, the conciliators were murdered, and all outposts of our species, slaughtered.
MUOMA: Arnessk was the center of our spiritual power. The sight of the long-lost great temple, upon which this very edifice is modeled. However, today, Arnessk is a barren and lifeless world.
D'ARGO: Perhaps not. We've been there. (the Eidelons look at him in amazement)
(in space, Moya is floating around Qujaga, closely shadowed by Scorpius' carrier)
PILOT: These images are part of a data upload transmitted by Jool before we left her on Arnessk. I have more in the archives if you require. (the images are being sent down to the planet to John, Aeryn and Noranti)
NORANTI: Undoubtedly you will recall... (to Aeryn) Except not you because you weren't there. (Aeryn looks inquisitive) It was right after Crichton realized that he loved you more than anything. And you were as frizbot as a as a scalded ghinka cat, and you...
CRICHTON: Shh. (points to the display) Hmm?
NORANTI: Oh! Arnessk. These ancient Eidelons were not long dead as everyone assumed. (the recording plays on) Just suspended in time for 12,000 cycles. When we reversed the device that was holding them, back they came into existence.
CRICHTON: Yeah! Right after I went swimming with the creature from the black lagoon.
AERYN: That sounds exciting.
NORANTI: There is no doubt that today's Eidelons are a direct descendent of the ancient peacemaking Eidelons of Arnessk.
NORANTI: They have a unique ability tied to their physiology. Which is latent in our host Eidelons. Why can't their ancestors reignite that ability, thus recreating...the greatest peacemaking race in history?
(cut to John and Aeryn walking through the village)
CRICHTON: Am I going insane or is the crazy lady starting to make sense?
AERYN: Yes. But I thought we were finished.
CRICHTON: So did I.
AERYN: What happened to "run first, no questions later"?
CRICHTON: Scorpius. We wake up and he finds us before we have our first cup of coffee.
AERYN: This is not our fight.
CRICHTON: I agree. But as long as there's a war on, everyone's after me 'cause I'm the winner-take-all weapon guy. (they stop beside a fountain)
AERYN: You know, every time we get involved...
CRICHTON: I know. People die.
AERYN: We out of options?
CRICHTON:This Eidelon education program...What are the odds it'll work?
AERYN: Not good.
CRICHTON: Not good is the best odds we ever get. (he throws something into the fountain and walks away, while Aeryn looks pensive)
(cut to one of Moya's pods reaching the hangar bay: it carries an Eidelon delegation escorted by D'Argo - they walk to Pilot's den)
MUOMA: The most exciting aspect is the possibility of learning how to influence peace in others.
D'ARGO: Noble aspiration, High Priestess.
MUOMA: We have discussed it amongst ourselves, and would be most appreciative if you would transport Pikal and Caa'ta to Arnessk for an introductory delegation.
D'ARGO: But we can take many more.
PIKAL: As I have repeatedly said...
CAA'TA: Centuries of hiding do not melt away suddenly, Pikal. (to D'Argo) We remain skeptical about your motives.
D'ARGO: And that's just on our side. (he laughs, but no one laughs with him, and Pilot looks puzzled)
MUOMA: (to Pilot) I know a little something of the Leviathans and their symbiotic Pilots. Peaceful to a fault, if I recall.
PILOT: To Moya or myself, violence is less than an option.
MUOMA: Then I have a simple query. These beings that you ferry, do you trust them?
MUOMA: Then I entrust Caa'ta and Pikal to your care. (Pilot nods in acceptance)
(somewhere else on Moya, the Diagnosan is busy with some strange equipment)
DIAGNOSAN: (Diagnosan speech)
GRUNCHLK: Tissue transferal conductor. The doc hasn't got all the bits, but you'll probably find everything you need up on your ship. And the doctor will give you detailed instructions.
AERYN: That's unacceptable. He's coming with us.
GRUNCHLK: Ah, no, I'm sorry. The doctor and I do not travel into Peacekeeper territory. We have some previous issues with them.
NORANTI: (she has been examining the equipment intently) Aeryn, this is a relatively simple procedure.
AERYN: My baby is in a Hynerian. It's nowhere near simple.
NORANTI: Of course it is. This part attaches to Rygel, the other part to you. Before you know it, the baby's transferred. So elegantly designed. Anyone can use it. (she places the conductor in Aeryn's hands and starts to leave the room) Good luck.
AERYN: What? Where are you going?
NORANTI: Not with you.
AERYN: Why not?
NORANTI: These Eidelons have just absorbed a thunderbolt revelation. I know more about their ancient culture than they do. They can benefit from my instructions until you return.
AERYN: Can I do it myself?
GRUNCHLK: (slightly embarassed) Oh, ehm...
DIAGNOSAN: (Diagnosan speech) (wags his forefinger in denial)
(the PK flier lands aboard Moya: Scorpius and Sikozu, escorted by D'Argo, meet John in one of the corridors. John is clearly upset)
CRICHTON: (to D'Argo) What the hell is he doing here?
SCORPIUS: We were invited, John!
D'ARGO: (to Scorpius) Stay there! (to John) I've thought this through, John. We need him.
CRICHTON: I don't like it.
D'ARGO: Well, blame me.
CRICHTON: I do blame you. I don't like it!
D'ARGO: I don't like it either. But we are currently flying through Peacekeeper controlled space during a war and he is a Command Carrier officer.
SCORPIUS: Actually my most recent commission was commander of a full Peacekeeper armada.
CRICHTON: Uh-huh. Among other things!
D'ARGO: He knows all the current pass codes. I'll keep him away.
CRICHTON: (he debates with himself for a while, then he gives up, but he's clearly not convinced) I hope so. (to Scorpius) Oh, Aeryn? Rygel? Off-limits! (Scorpius hisses in displeasure, while D'Argo locks him and Sikozu into a cell)
(cut to John and D'Argo entering the Command Chamber)
PILOT: Good morning, Commander.
CRICHTON: Morning, Pilot. (he crosses to one of the consoles) Moya looks beautiful this morning. How much did you miss us?
PILOT: Ka D'Argo, we have received a message that appears to have been hailing for some time.
D'ARGO: First Arnessk.
PILOT: I have enough of a fix that we can begin our journey. I will find the exact location from Moya's data banks as we grow closer.
D'ARGO: Excellent, Pilot. Proceed.
PILOT: Ehm...the message?
CRICHTON: Yeah, sure, Pilot. Who is it?
PILOT: Apparently the Royal Palace of Hyneria coming from someone named...Bishaan.
(cut to Rygel's quarters: he is receiving the message, Aeryn seated beside him)
RYGEL: What is really happening there, Bishaan?
BISHAAN: (appearing in a holographic projection) It is this damned war. The Scarrans have already taken our outer territories. Millions are dead. (Rygel looks shocked) You are a direct descendant of the royal lineage. If our people will unite under anyone, it will be under you. Cousin Rygel, you are welcome to return to Hyneria. You must return.
RYGEL: (managing to look both sad and angry) If Bishaan thinks I'll return to a shared throne, he is beyond deluded. (Aeryn lies him forcefully on the bed) Ow!
AERYN: You're not going anywhere. You rest.
RYGEL: Some mother you're going to make.
PILOT: (from his den he calls out the the passengers) Ship-wide announcement for our new guests. Prepare for starburst, people.
(we see the beginning of the starburst in Pilot's den and then the exterior of Moya, who takes off in a brilliant display of energy. Aboard the Leviathan Stark is looking for Chiana: she's watching Pikal, who appears to be meditating)
STARK: Chiana, Chiana!
CHIANA: In here.
STARK: (he approaches Pikal, falling on his knees) Blessed Eidelon, may I enter the room and... (Chiana kicks him – repeatedly)
CHIANA: What is it exactly about these guys that makes you so faasbotten?
STARK: Are you serious? The Eidelons are remarkable negotiators.
CHIANA: The Scarrans aren't gonna be reasoned with.
PIKAL: But they will if...
CHIANA: If what? (Pikal smiles serenely, then opens his face, revealing several more eyes inside, one of them moving atop a stalk) Frell...Is he propositioning me?
STARK: No. That's a very special gland.
CHIANA: Small. In a weird place. (Pikal closes his face)
STARK: It's an antenna to feelings. An inner eye. Am I right, Pikal?
PIKAL: Yes. And our history leads us to believe...substantially more.
CHIANA: It gets bigger?
PIKAL: (FONT COLOR="#004d88">(with the same serene smile) Not that we know. However, it vibrates. (Chiana looks incredulous) We used to be able to create an energy field that had a calming effect on individuals, allowing them to see reason.
CHIANA: Yeah, but your little, limp thing... It can't do the trick anymore.
PIKAL: Unfortunately not.
(cut to John and Aeryn, contemplating a sleeping Rygel who snores loudly)
CRICHTON: We've really gotta get married. Now.
(cut to Chancellor Maryk's quarters, aboard his carrier: he and Grayza are waiting for her baby's kicks; Maryk holds his hand, quite proudly, on Grayza's belly)
MARYK: She has a good strong kick.
GRAYZA: Perhaps to remind you that you're needed on the command deck. (a light on the nearby console is blinking repeatedly)
MARYK: There is nothing to be done at the moment. You know the situation.
MARYK: We are outnumbered, out-gunned, and our populace has grown averse to hardship.
GRAYZA: (lightly caressing his temple) What are you trying to say? More to the point, what are you not saying?
MARYK: We have now lost every single battle since the start of the war. I seek your opinion...on a truce.
GRAYZA: The Scarrans will accept no truce. Only surrender.
MARYK: A surrender then.
GRAYZA: When all is lost... only.
MARYK: What are the signs, my dear Grayza, that all is lost? (he gets up from the bed where they both were lying)
GRAYZA: (her voice is harsh) A military leader who broaches surrender.
(cut to Staleek's decimator)
STALEEK: Crichton has departed the water planet?
AHKNA: My contact has provided approximate coordinates to his destination.
STALEEK: Fearful flight or purposeful journey?
AHKNA: He seeks the means to end this conflict.
STALEEK: Wormhole weapon?
AHKNA: Unknown. Though he does now have a traveling companion...Scorpius.
STALEEK: How well do they guard Crichton?
AHKNA: The Leviathan travels unescorted. Though Peacekeepers now protect the water planet, they have left.
STALEEK: Order the remainder of our battle contingent to engage the enemy there. (Ahkna nods) Defeat them. Then subdue the inhabitants.
AHKNA: And this Decimator?
STALEEK: To follow Crichton, and settle old scores.
(on Moya all is being readied for the second try on the wedding: a table has been set with various foods, and Sikozu lights several lamps with her fingers, then extinguishes the flame by putting the finger in her mouth)
CRICHTON: (to D'Argo) Any good vibes from the Eidelons yet?
D'ARGO: Caa'ta is suspicious. Imagine finding out your 12,000-cycle old relatives are still alive.
CRICHTON: Yeah, I once thought my Aunt Ruth was dead. You can't believe the stuff we found in her closet. (he lifts a plates, sniffing its contents: looking disgusted he hides the plate under the table)
D'ARGO: Do you think they can do it?
CRICHTON: I don't know.
D'ARGO: Think the Eidelons can stop this war?
CRICHTON: If they can't, we get to find another galaxy to live in.
D'ARGO: John, between you and me. If this doesn't work, can you...
CRICHTON: No, I can't.
RYGEL: Ohhh, for Hezmana's sake, why me? (Chiana and Stark are pushing his throne-sled inside the chamber, while John and Aeryn - who looks annoyed - stand side by side)
STARK: You're a Dominar. It has to count for something.
RYGEL: Carry their baby. Marry them off. What next? Let them move in? (sighs) What?
CRICHTON: Your know, forget about it. This is all wrong.
AERYN: Stop! (she unholsters her pulse pistol and points it at Rygel) You...are ruining my wedding.
CRICHTON: You're pointing a gun at the baby. (Rygel gestures toward the gun, signaling to Aeryn to put it away and, after some hesitation, she does)
RYGEL: Ahem... (while he starts talking, Aeryn turns John toward the speaking Dominar) I've traveled with the two of you for quite a while now. Known you since you first met. Over the cycles, there were times when it looked like you were gonna kill each other. Other times we couldn't have got you off each other with a chelsyk fire hose! (Chiana giggles) Sounds like a marriage to me. (John and Aeryn smile to each other and then hold hands) So...(Rygel clears his throat) upon my pronouncement, may these two be joined as one and evermore let nothing come be (something seems to be amiss, because everyone looks up in alarm)...oh!
AERYN: (pushing John to the side) Move! (an harpoon explodes from the ceiling, striking the place where John was a moment before - everyone dives for cover)
CRICHTON: What the frell is that?
PILOT: We're under attack by Tregans!
(cut to space: a ship is attacking Moya, firing a salvo of harpoons)
AERYN: (to Rygel, in a commanding tone) You, hide.
PILOT: DRDs are reporting multiple harpoon strikes. Each with a hauling line attached.
D'ARGO: Can Moya free herself? (they are all quickly moving through Moya's corridors)
PILOT: There are too many! The Tregan ship is already pulling us in.
AERYN: We're still in Peacekeeper territory. Most likely they're mercenaries.
CHIANA: What does that mean for us?
D'ARGO: It means that they're probably less likely to take prisoners.
SCORPIUS: I've counted at least seven two-man craft coming towards us.
AERYN: They'll attempt to incapacitate Pilot and simultaneously cripple Moya's vital systems.
SIKOZU: One way or another, this will all be over in half an arn.
CRICHTON: Scorpius, these guys work for the Peacekeepers?
SCORPIUS: Quite likely.
CRICHTON: Right. (he grabs Scorpius by the front) You're with me. I wanna hear those pass codes. (he moves away from the others along a corridor) If the Dark Lord here can't convince them we're a Peacekeeper vessel, make sure you have an outstanding plan B!
AERYN: D'Argo, we'll protect the neural cluster. Chiana, Sikozu, go find Caa'ta and Pikal and keep them safe.
STARK: (agitated as usual) What, what about me?
AERYN: How best can you help?
STARK: I can stay out of your way.
(in the hangar bay the attackers have landed and move quickly toward the interior of the ship)
SCORPIUS: This may not go as smoothly as you'd hoped.
CRICHTON: What? You don't do improv?
SCORPIUS: When I received the signal you were still alive, my departure from Peacekeeper service was less than sanctioned.
CRICHTON: Meaning what?
(they are intercepted by their attackers, who meet them on their way to the hangar)
SOLDIER: (he's a Peacekeeper, while the others with him are furry, wolfish-looking aliens) You there, hold position.
SCORPIUS: (softly, to John) We're about to find out. (addressing the soldier) Do you know who I am?
SOLDIER: Scorpius. (the weapons of the intruders keep pointing at them)
SCORPIUS: I take it, you are sentries for this sector, yes?
SOLDIER: I wasn't informed you were out here, sir.
SCORPIUS: Nor do you know it now, lest it cost you your life. In special service to the Grand Chancellor. (the soldier relaxes and lowers his weapon) I order you to release and vacate this ship.
TREGAN: That won't happen.
SCORPIUS: And you are...?
TREGAN: Chief of my vessel. Our orders are to commandeer any ship not broadcasting a Peacekeeper ident.
SCORPIUS: My mission would be jeopardized by advertising such a beacon.
TREGAN: Your mission is more than jeopardized. It is over!
(while this goes on, Scorpius has placed himself between John and the aggressors, all except one, who is behind the human)
SCORPIUS: Who is in charge here? Whom should I be addressing? (he faces the soldier menacingly) And who is going to take the blame?
SOLDIER: (he hesitates a while, then he orders) Chief, release the harpoons...on Scorpius' authority. (to Scorpius) Your command code, sir.
SCORPIUS: 767 Decca Helon
SOLDIER: Scorpius, it is an honor to meet you face-to-face.
(in that moment, a device on the arm of the lead Tregan signals that Scorpius' code is incorrect and all hell breaks loose: taking advantage of the moment, John shoots the Tregan behind him and uses Scorpius as a shield against the fire from the boarding party, while running away back the way they came. The blasts from the weapons are all absorbed by Scorpius' body armor and John manages to find them both some cover)
CRICHTON: That's a damn nice set of body armor. Does that come in blue? What the hell did you do when you left the fatherland? Steal the goose that lays the golden egg?
SCORPIUS: (serenely, almost amused) Deserted my post.
CRICHTON: What? For little ol' me? It's amazing what a man will do when he's in love. (still using his nemesis as a shield, John manages to reach Pilot's den)
CRICHTON: Pilot, anything you can do to help?
PILOT: Not without killing you also.
CRICHTON: Hold that thought and be ready to duck. (the battle rages on in the den)
AERYN: (on comms) Who's taking fire?
CRICHTON: Who isn't? (while the conversation goes on, the firefight picks up its pace)
AERYN: You all right?
CRICHTON: Other than being shot at by the Electric Mayhem, I'm fantastic!
(cut to one of Moya's corridors, where Caa'ta is escorting Pikal to a safer place: while Caa'ta looks around the bend of the corridors, Pikal moves forward and is intercepted by his companion)
CAA'TA: You must stay hidden.
PIKAL: And you?
CAA'TA: Your sensitivity is of much more value when we are meeting our ancestors. It is my function to assure your safe arrival.
CAA'TA: There is no time to argue.
(reluctantly, Pikal remains hidden behind one of Moya's "ribs", while Caa'ta resumes his patrol - cut to another corridor, where Chiana and Sikozu are looking for intruders)
CHIANA: Three of them heading parallel to us. (the wall appears transparent to her eyes and she sees the three men and the energy core of their weapons)
SIKOZU: You can see that?
CHIANA: I can with my new eyes.
(cut to Aeryn and D'Argo lying in ambush in another corridor: D'Argo sniffs the air for the Tregans' scent and Aeryn announces)
(as soon as the Tregans advance, they are hit by the two Moyans' combined fire, and quickly dispatched.
Cut back to the two Eidelons: Caa'ta engages the Tregans, killing one of them, but is mortally wounded and falls to the floor, to Pikal's dismay.
Meanwhile, in Pilot's den, John and Scorpius are still under attack: some of the fire passes dangerously close to Pilot)
CRICHTON: Son of a bitch! Pilot, stay down!
PILOT: I can't!
CRICHTON: We have to get outta here before Pilot gets shot.
SCORPIUS: What we need is the release transmitter.
CRICHTON: Where is that?
SCORPIUS: Over there with the head Tregan. (there is green-glowing device on his belt)
CRICHTON: Fine. (addressing the attackers) Surrender or die! (the only answer is more shots in their direction)
SCORPIUS: You enjoy this, don't you, Crichton?
(cut to two Tregans who are dragging a shocked Pikal with them)
TREGAN 1: You know this species?
TREGAN 2: (shakes head)
TREGAN 1: Then dead is okay.
(as they prepare to kill the prisoner, Chiana and Sikozu drop on them, emitting some sort of battle cry, and engage a heated battle.
Cut back to Aeryn and D'Argo)
D'ARGO: You never struck me as the type who would want children. (Aeryn shots him a significant look.) You either, huh? (a Tregan shoots at them from around the bend, and they kill him)
AERYN: He wants it so badly. So I do.
D'ARGO: You'll come around when you see the little guy in person.
AERYN: I hope so.
(cut back to Chiana and Sikozu, who manage to kill their opponents, then again to Pilot's den)
CRICHTON: (to Scorpius) All right, lover boy, get ready to cover me. (he emerges from cover behind Pilot's console and while Scorpius starts firing, John pivots around and starts shooting above their heads, killing one of the Tregans; they can now concentrate on the remaining two attackers, and manage to kill them - the Peacekeeper soldier drops to the ground, while the last Tregan falls in the depths of the den)
SCORPIUS: Are you having fun yet, John?
CRICHTON: (picking himself up from the passageway where he's landed) You call that covering fire?
PILOT: No more Tregans aboard.
(the camera cuts in sequence to the various places on Moya where the others are)
AERYN: That's good news, Pilot.
PILOT: However, they're still reeling us in.
SCORPIUS: Because we can't release the harpoons.
CHIANA: Why not?
CRICHTON: 'Cause somebody sent the transmitter down the abyss. (looks meaningfully toward Scorpius)
SIKOZU: This transmitter, what does it look like?
SCORPIUS: A star-shaped medallion.
(Sikozu inspects the body of one of their victims, and finds another transmitter - cut to space, where the harpoons are being detached from Moya's hull, while the Leviathan runs away from the attacking ship)
AERYN: Pilot? (everyone is running toward Command)
PILOT: All lines disengaged. We're free!
(Moya takes fire from the Tregan ship)
CRICHTON: Ooh! Guess they figured out their captain's dead.
D'ARGO: Pilot, can Moya starburst?
PILOT: She will try.
CRICHTON: That's our girl. (Moya starbursts away)
AERYN: (looking worried, while she searches for the Dominar) This is not good. Rygel? Rygel?
RYGEL: (coming up from behind some crates) Don't get your knickers in a twist. The baby is all right.
(cut to Command, where John is working on emergency repairs with the help of 1812, who's playing the overture he's been named for)
PILOT: (on comms) I'm terribly upset I failed to detect the Tregans.
CRICHTON: 1812, pipe down.
PILOT: I was so preoccupied with other duties, they snuck up on us.
D'ARGO: That's all right, Pilot. You're a few thousand mistakes behind the rest of us.
CRICHTON: Hey, Pilot, how much is this gonna slow us down getting to Arnessk?
PILOT: The answer, Commander, is not at all. (John looks at the viewscreen and sees they are in orbit around Arnessk)
(cut to Arnessk: one of Moya's pods is landing - shortly thereafter John walks among the trees, trying to get his bearings)
CRICHTON: Okay, I'm lost. (he keeps walking, then sucks on a finger, exposing it to the wind and choosing a direction - he does not notice that an indistinct figure moves among the trees, shadowing him. Finally he comes to what looks like the installation where Instructor Vella and her people were working, and he corrects himself) Not lost. (moving forward - the mysterious, red-haired figure still at his heels - he notices a cord tied between two trees: instantly, some sort of crossbow shots an arrow at the cord and the trap springs, catching him by the ankles; the mysterious follower, none other than Jool, jumps on him)
JOOL: (placing a knife at his throat) Your business?
CRICHTON: (wheezing) Hiya, Jool.
JOOL: (turning him and getting a good look at him) You. (she then proceeds to straddle him)
CRICHTON: Me. Crichton. You?
JOOL: Crichton! (she kisses him passionately)
CRICHTON: You are crazy.
JOOL: I knew you wouldn't forget me. The more we were apart, the more I knew you'd realize that you are meant to be with...(while John tries to disentangle himself from her, Aeryn and Rygel reach the two. Jool looks up in surprise, and embarassment) Aeryn.
AERYN: (looks coolly amused) Jool.
RYGEL: Get your own fantasy, Driblox, they're having my baby.
JOOL: (to John, looking nonplussed) Baby? (John grins)
(cut to the temple: the party, led by Jool, enters a great chamber, dominated by a pool of blue water - several Eidelons are scattered, in meditative stance, around the room)
JOOL: And it goes without saying you show deference and respect.
JOOL: Please, don't embarrass me.
(looking around, John whistles loudly, and the sound echoes in the hall: we see, at top of a flight of stairs, Hierarch Yondalao, the leader of the community)
YONDALAO: Excellent acoustics, are they not? Perhaps you'd care
to lead us in prayer.
JOOL: Apologies, Hierarch Yondalao. I was explaining to them...
YONDALAO: (he descends from the steps) So you are the pilgrims who purport to be our heirs?
CRICHTON: Not us. Just him. (to Pikal) Go.
YONDALAO: We understood all of our descendants to be gone.
PIKAL: Though we trace ourselves to your lineage, my people have lost the ability, but not the desire to influence peace.
YONDALAO: Troubling. And exhilarating. I shall confer with the other conciliators and notify you when the matter can be assessed. (he retraces his steps)
SCORPIUS: (whispering to John) I told you this was a waste of time. Myths are rarely satisfying upon examination. (John motions him to be silent)
JOOL: Hierarch, please. You know me. I know these travelers. They are honorable. Why do you send them away?
YONDALAO: I do not. I simply require time to examine the issue.
STARK: But, but with great respect. What is there to examine? Pikal is an Eidelon like you.
YONDALAO: We have awakened from 12,000 cycles of sleep. What pertinence can we have to your galaxy now?
STARK: (falling to his knees in front of Yondalao, and looking very agitated) But the war. The deaths, the slaughters!
YONDALAO: (to Aeryn) Peacekeepers, do your duty! (Aeryn grabs Stark's shoulder and drags him away)
STARK: The horror!
CRICHTON: (to Stark) Sit.
AERYN: (to Yondalao) May I speak?
YONDALAO: The Peacekeeper shall be heard.
AERYN: We apologize for invading your sanctuary. And we understand you have reason for caution. But what could be more pertinent in this time, or any, than the ability to inspire peace?
YONDALAO: Even if he's Eidelon, how can this one supplicant help that cause?
AERYN: You are few here, and Pikal's people are many. With your instruction, they could become a great force for peace.
YONDALAO: Though the Peacekeeper provides sound counsel, I still sustain reservations
that must be meditated upon. (to Aeryn) Peacekeepers, clear the temple.
CRICHTON: Can you believe this? Somebody wants us to be Peacekeepers. (while talking to Aeryn he extracts the cartridge from his gun, licks it and then replaces it, accidentally firing a shot)
YONDALAO: (addressing him with a severe look) Are you an assassin?
CRICHTON: (he looks disgusted with himself) No! I'm just the guy without a brain. (he starts walking around their little party, indicating each of them in turn - first Stark) The Lion here would like some courage. (then Scorpius) Tin Man, he needs a heart. (Rygel's turn) Toto here just wants an easy birth. (and then Pikal's) And Dorothy here, she is just looking for a way home. (he drags an unresisting Pikal right in front of Yondalao) Now we're not gonna be here tomorrow so I suggest you take a long hard look at our broomstick. He is your heir! An Eidelon. (Yondalao traces his finger along Pikal's face ridges, a look of wonder on his face)
(some time later, the Eidelons are arranged around the pool, at the center of which stands Pikal: Yondalao enters the water behind him, and starts walking around the younger man)
YONDALAO: As youths, we open our faces to the universe, absorbing the joy and anguish all creatures feel. Then upon maturation, we step to the altar to receive Hora Dalay: The ability to encourage rationality and tranquility in others. The capacity to influence others toward peace carries great responsibility. Do you accept this burden for the rest of your days? (Pikal signals his acceptance with a faint smile)
(cut to the exterior of the temple)
AERYN: It's going to work. With training, Pikal and his kind, should be able to stop the war.
CRICHTON: No wormholes.
AERYN: (smiling up at him) Exactly what I was thinking, John Crichton. (a grumpy Rygel comes into view)
RYGEL: Can we go back to Moya now? I'm starving.
AERYN: In a microt. Go and get Stark. (Rygel leaves)
CRICHTON: Is it just me or is he getting bigger?
AERYN: It's a geometric pregnancy.
CRICHTON: Please tell me that means we're gonna have a mathematician.
AERYN: A soldier more likely. But we will be having it sooner than you think.
CRICHTON: How sooner?
AERYN: With genetic modifications put into someone born into a battle unit like myself, essentially we're going to be parents in a matter of solar days.
CRICHTON: (stunned, almost speechless) Days? We don't have a name.
AERYN: Already picked one.
AERYN: (strangled sound)
CRICHTON: Excuse me?
AERYN: Do you not like it?
CRICHTON: Uh, boy or girl?
AERYN: Either. It works for both.
CRICHTON: You just made a joke.
AERYN: Soldiers don't have a sense of humor, John. (she starts to leave, and John calls after her)
CRICHTON: You better have my dinner ready when I get back on that ship now.
(Aeryn walks away, raising her pulse pistol in the air as an answer - he smiles in amusement)
(cut to space, the Peacekeepers' fleet - then to the interior of Maryk's carrier)
MARYK: (reading a report) Is there nothing they can do? Then order retreat from Alentro Quadrant. Have Commander Spreddic regroup in defense of our nearest outposts.
PK OFFICER: Sir, how have the Scarrans moved so quickly through our forward positions? (while they talk, we see Grayza's figure in the background: she is listening intently)
MARYK: Because they have been planning this for many cycles, Lieutenant.
PK OFFICER: And you have a design to turn it around?
MARYK: Of course. In due time. (Grayza leaves, an unreadable expression on her face)
(cut to Moya, Aeryn is helping in removing the Tregans' harpoons)
PILOT: Thank you for your assistance, Aeryn. Independent verification of hull integrity is invaluable to Moya and me.
AERYN: It's the least I could do, Pilot
PILOT: If you'll close the thermal-imaging ports, I'll begin cycling to numistatic distance calibration, completing our harpoon repairs. (Sikozu enters the chamber, approaching Aeryn)
AERYN: Back so soon? Why don't you tell Scorpius that continuously asking me will not change my opinion? Peace is still a better option than trying to build a wormhole weapon.
SIKOZU: Not spoken like a true soldier.
AERYN: Depends on your definition.
SIKOZU: With all due respect, Aeryn, Crichton is your inferior. So why would you bear his child?
AERYN: You should leave, Sikozu. And I mean off this ship.
SIKOZU: I did not mean to offend. When I first met Scorpius, I naturally assumed I was his superior. I have since learned there is a reservoir to his abilities that continually overshadows my own.
AERYN: Same with Crichton.
SIKOZU: (puzzled) You view Crichton as your superior?
AERYN: No, as my equal. Sikozu, perhaps your under and over estimations of yourself are meaningless. Perhaps you're just meant to be together.
(back on Arnessk, Scorpius is talking to some Eidelons, but they leave, clearly unwilling to speak further; John joins him)
SCORPIUS: Interesting these Eidelons.
CRICHTON: Yep. Tell me about it, Bob.
SCORPIUS: Despite the fable that is going around them, these Eidelons can only affect peace when the combatants are willing to let them get near them.
CRICHTON: Am I detecting a little professional jealousy?
SCORPIUS: The Scarrans for certain will destroy these Peacemakers long before they can get close enough to have any impact.
CRICHTON: (starts to walk away) Great! Then you won't mind them doing their thing.
SCORPIUS: Fine! But do yours at the same time. (John stops, still keeping his back turned on Scorpius)
CRICHTON: Me making weapons is just a means to your ends. God! What is it you really want, Scorpius?
SCORPIUS: Primacy achieved during peace will always be challenged. However, if ascended during conflict, it can last a lifetime, John.
CRICHTON: You wanna say that in English?
SCORPIUS: (he seems to listen to some private communication) We've been here too long. I have a highly-developed survival sense. It's telling me to leave.
AERYN: (on comms) John, it's a Scarran warship closing in on the planet at maximum speed.
CRICHTON: Stryker or Dreadnought?
SIKOZU: Neither. Something new and much faster.
CRICHTON: How much time we got?
AERYN: More like how little.
D'ARGO: I'm on my way to get you now.
CRICHTON: (to Scorpius) Hey, where the hell do you think you're going?
SCORPIUS: To remove as much of our presence as possible. The Scarrans will be hard enough on these Eidelons as it is.
CRICHTON: Don't worry about it. (he moves away quickly) We're taking them with us.
(cut to the temple: John is addressing Yondalao)
CRICHTON: Everyone has to go.
YONDALAO: That is impossible.
CRICHTON: Jool, will you explain to him what is going on here?
JOOL: He knows.
CRICHTON: Hierarch, listen. These are not chirpy Saturday morning Sleestaks coming.
YONDALAO: The decision has been made.
CRICHTON: The big hand says I don't have time to argue. And the little hand says, Pikal, it is time to go.
YONDALAO: He is not yet prepared to instruct others. His education must continue.
CRICHTON: We came here because we need conciliators. Now there is an entire planet of his people waiting. How the hell are we supposed to bring them up to speed?
YONDALAO: I will instruct them.
CRICHTON: Fine. Fine. (turning to Jool) Jool, you should come as well.
JOOL: I can't. I belong here. (she takes his face in her hands and kisses him on the forehead) Go.
CRICHTON: You always made the best mistakes. (with a look at Pikal, he follows Yondalao out of the temple)
(aboard Moya, Stark joins Rygel, looking agitated)
STARK: This is not good.
RYGEL: No dren! (he holds up the tissue transfer apparatus) This frelling thing is supposed to get the baby out of me. I don't think so.
STARK: Not you, them! (he moves to the panoramic window, looking at the pod's docking maneuver)
RYGEL: Who them? What? You wanna worry about someone? Worry about me.
STARK: The Eidelons.
RYGEL: What about them?
STARK: (banging the back of his head on the wall) They're good, give in peace. They're good, sleep in peace. They're good, die in peace!
(cut to space, where Staleek's Decimator is quickly approaching Arnessk, then cut to Command)
CRICHTON: Why aren't we moving?
AERYN: Ask Pilot.
PILOT: The Scarrans are close enough to have targeted us.
SCORPIUS: Initiate starburst.
PILOT: Moya refuses. Before she has time to fully power up, we will be hit.
CRICHTON: Any ideas for a diversion?
JOOL: (appearing on video on one of Moya's consoles - Pikal is behind her) Scarran vessel. The inhabitants of Arnessk are peaceful. We have no weapons and pose no threat. Do you wish to land?
CHIANA: (she, D'Argo and Yondalao are walking along a corridor) What are they doing?
D'ARGO: Deciding how savage they want to be.
CHIANA: (urging Yondalao inside a chamber) Okay, come on.
CHIANA: (to Yondalao) You'll be safe in here.
(cut to Command)
CRICHTON: Pilot, we can't just sit here.
AERYN: Moya's got to take the risk. Pilot?
PILOT: At this range? It's suicide!
JOOL: Scarran vessel, please respond. (the Scarrans keep approaching in silence)
CRICHTON: Bad feeling. Jool, can you hear us? Get away from the temple. Now, Jool!
(the Scarran vessel launches a missile, which seems to be targeting Moya)
SIKOZU: The Scarrans have fired.
PILOT: No time!
(the warhead passes very close to Moya, but continues on its course toward Arnessk)
CRICHTON: Son of a bitch. Not us.
(on the screen, the missile opens in a circle of lights which target the area of the temple, where a few seconds later an explosion blankets the area - Jool's image from the viewer disappears in a wash of static. Everyone looks dismayed, and Stark falls to his knees with a howl of pain; John closes the now useless contact, comforting Aeryn with a kiss on the top of her head)
SCARRAN VOICE: Crew of Leviathan, you must immediately abandon ship and surrender to the Scarran Imperial Forces. Noncompliance with this command will result in the immediate annihilation of your ship. Repeat, noncompliance with this command......
CHIANA: We're cursed.
SCARRAN VOICE: ...will result in the immediate annihilation of your ship.
CHIANA: Everything we touch.
PILOT: Prepare for emergency starburst!
(the message from the Scarran ship keeps repeating over comms, while Moya attempts to starburst: she is targeted by a shot from the Decimator which stops the starburst and creates havoc aboard the ship. Cut to a corridor, along which Aeryn is dragging a protesting Rygel on his throne-sled)
RYGEL: Shouldn't I stay here?
AERYN: If anyone stays behind the Scarrans will destroy Moya. Come on!
RYGEL: But I'm pregnant! (they reach the hangar bay, where they are boarding a pod, while D'Argo's ship prepares to take off as well)
AERYN: (approaching the pod's controls) Let's do it.
SIKOZU: I cross-connected the power drive and the fuel system so we can detonate ourselves should we choose.
CRICHTON: Comforting. (to D'Argo, on comms) D, last chance to bail.
D'ARGO: I'm fairly certain they can't pierce Lo'la's invisibility shield. But you give us the signal, we'll be there.
CHIANA: We hope.
SIKOZU: Good fortune. Now, get out of the way. (the pod leaves the bay, preceded by Lo'la which has engaged its invisibility shield)
RYGEL: Well, when this idiot plan dies, I would say I am the first one you rescue. Ask Aeryn.
AERYN: Rescue Yondalao first. (Rygel is nonplussed)
SCORPIUS: Isn't he supposed to be rescuing us?
CRICHTON: Yeah, how about that? We stride onto the ship and you convince the Scarrans to smoke the peace pipe.
YONDALAO: They are a species unfamiliar to me. I must first sense their fears and desires through proximity.
SIKOZU: Well, you're about to get all the proximity you can handle. Scarran vessels straight ahead.
(the pod maneuvers toward a bay on the Decimator - cut to Staleek's command center)
STALEEK: Probe the Leviathan. If you discover any life other than its pilot, annihilate the vessel.
(the prisoners are being escorted inside a detention area: when Aeryn crosses the threshold, the weapon detectors light up, and she extracts a weapon from the back of her belt)
AERYN: Oh, I must've overlooked this. Sorry.
(Yondalao addresses Stark)
YONDALAO: You lived among the Scarrans.
STARK: Most of my life. Assisted their dying rituals. Passage to the other side.
YONDALAO: Then you know their psyche. (while they talk, Aeryn is forced to surrender a very impressive cache of weapons hidden everywhere on her person)
STARK: As much as possible.
YONDALAO: Assist me with that knowledge.
(Staleek and Ahkna arrive)
STALEEK: Welcome to my flagship.
CRICHTON: That was a temple you nuked down there.
STALEEK: An act of precaution. Requisite in times of war. As is truth-seeking. (he turns his heat probe on Aeryn) The Luxan and Nebari who are traveling with you?
AERYN: Gone... a short while before we came. (when he lets her go, she loses her balance and John moves to hold her up)
AHKNA: (touching Rygel's abdomen) Strange. I always assumed His Highness was male.
RYGEL: A tumor. Not long to live.
AHKNA: I would agree.
STALEEK: Take the Hynerian to separate barracks.
RYGEL: Stop it. Let go of me! (he is carried away by a Scarran soldier)
STALEEK: I find it troubling that Humans and Sebaceans can propagate together, and intriguing.
STARK: How could you know that he was pregnant with their child?
STALEEK: The same way I knew to find you here.
SIKOZU: A traitor.
STARK: But who?
STALEEK: (approaching Scorpius) Ah, they say one traitor can always recognize another. If you hadn't facilitated Crichton's earlier escape, there would be peace now.
SCORPIUS: With you the Supreme Ruler?
STALEEK: A position I know you dream of, Scorpius. (he removes Scorpius' cooling rods from his head and the hybrid hisses in pain) You, John Crichton, are alive for one reason only. I will have the wormhole technology you possess. If not, War Minister Ahkna will pleasure herself torturing the Hynerian and the abomination in his belly. You have one arn to decide. (he leaves the room)
SIKOZU: (trying to help Scorpius) Here, here.
CRICHTON: Yondalao is not ready. They have Rygel and the sand is trickling though the hourglass.
AERYN: We can't give them wormhole weapons.
CRICHTON: They don't know that. And I can give them the middle finger.
AERYN: You don't know what you're doing.
CRICHTON: I never do.
SCORPIUS: You, give them nothing!
CRICHTON: (banging on the cell's door) Let's make a deal!
(cut to Lo'la: Chiana is examining the Decimator with her "special" sight and pointing at a screen where she indicates the ship's weak points)
CHIANA: One power source. Two compartments, forward and last. (xx???xx) More intense, and smaller. And here. That's it.
D'ARGO: Excellent. I'll be able to stop 'em cold with three perfect shots.
CHIANA: Why three? You usually slay me with just one.
D'ARGO: (smiles slightly, then he replies, trying to sound casual) Rygel's invited us to Hyneria. Thought I could do some work with my hands. Plant some prowsa fruit, make some wine.
CHIANA: (she smiles, but she's clearly uncomfortable) Oh.
(on the Decimator, John is brought before Staleek)
CRICHTON: Hey, Godzilla, let's get this over with.
STALEEK: You have something to give me?
CRICHTON: Yeah. I got something you don't get very often. The truth. I can't give you wormhole weapons.
STALEEK: Then you will die.
CRICHTON: You're asking for a kilo of pure wormhole technology which I don't have! But I can take you to a guy who does. (Staleek looks interested) In exchange, you give me Rygel. Undamaged, free and clear.
STALEEK: (hits John with his heat probe) Give me the coordinates!
CRICHTON: It doesn't work like that.
STALEEK: You are immune to the probing.
CRICHTON: 'Cause I always speak the truth. (Staleek stops the probe - John falls to the ground, then raises himself on his knees) Okay, here's how it works. We go in my module down a wormhole to the source of ultimate power. It's a two-seater. Me and one other. It's the only safe way to get there.
AHKNA: The emperor will never go alone with you in your craft! (she grabs him by the shoulder and lifts him up) I will accompany him, Your Eminence.
CRICHTON: Yes, always good to see who wears the britches in a relationship.
STALEEK: No! Set a course to rejoin the battle group at the water planet. We shall leave as soon as I return.
CRICHTON: (to Ahkna) It's a question of balls. The ball's in his court.
(cut to the cell: Sikozu is trying to repair the damage to Scorpius' cooling apparatus, while Yondalao keeps quizzing Stark. Aeryn approaches them, listening to the conversation)
YONDALAO: How would they react?
STARK: (pacing nervously) I see. If faced with such a moral choice, the Scarrans would still choose to slaughter innocents. A conundrum: How to tap into their morality. I must think. (he moves to the other side of the cell)
AERYN: (to Yondalao) Is there progress?
YONDALAO: A great deal. I will soon be able to influence their passions.
AERYN: Excellent. In the temple, you said, "Peacekeepers, do your duty." What did you mean?
YONDALAO: I had forgotten that you had forgotten. At the dawn of our period of usefulness, 27,000 cycles ago, we developed need of a guard, a race no one had quarrel with. A force to insure harmony prevailed once negotiations had finished.
AERYN: Peacekeepers. (she sits next to him)
YONDALAO: Apparently your forebears attempted to carry on once we vanished. However, lacking our mediation abilities, they kept peace the only way they could: At the muzzle of a weapon.
AERYN: And that's why they're hated.
YONDALAO: It wasn't such at the beginning. We took great care to choose a species no one had met before. We found your kind primitive, barely clothed. Far removed on the galaxy's outer spiral. Having brought some of you back, your evolution was accelerated with generous alterations until you became our trusted acolytes.
(cut to another chamber on the Decimator: Rygel is tied to some sort of vertical bed, and is moaning in pain: Ahkna enters)
AHKNA: (to Scarran nurse) The emperor wants this one maintained. However, I would consider it a personal favor should he die of explainable causes. (Rygel keep moaning, while the nurse approaches him with a wicked-looking instrument)
(cut to the Farscape One module: John is making adjustments to the controls)
STALEEK: I grow weary.
CRICHTON: We'll stop for coffee on the way back.
STALEEK: (placing a hand on John's shoulder) There is a problem?
CRICHTON: Take your hand off me.
(cut to the inside John's head: action swings back and forth from here to reality. Harvey and John are sitting inside a car, dressed as two crash-test dummies: Harvey lights cigarettes for both of them, and John throws them out of the window)
HARVEY: You know what you have to do, John.
CRICHTON: Yeah, I know exactly what I have to do.
HARVEY: Just crash the module. No more Staleek.
CRICHTON: No more Crichton. No more Aeryn. No more anyone. Do you think War Minister Psycho-Drama's gonna be a kindler, gentler soul?
HARVEY: Somebody else's problem. But you would've done your duty. (he too places a hand on John's shoulder)
CRICHTON: Get your hand off me.
CRICHTON: (to Staleek, back in realtime) Please take your hand off me. (back to Harvey) Get your hand off me. (back again to reality)
STALEEK: We shall return to my ship. There is no wormhole here.
CRICHTON: We're catching the 7:15 to Enlightenment. It's just a little late.
(on the Decimator, Aeryn is being escorted before Ahkna)
AHKNA: I have been informed you plot escape.
AERYN: We are prisoners with no weapons.
AHKNA: None here. But perhaps out there. (at her gesture, the cover from a viewscreen is lifted) I promise you. You will never be reunited with your baby.
AERYN: I'm sure your mother wished the same thing.
AHKNA: How brave you are. Ordinance Officer, fire! (a shot is fired in space, revealing the outline of Lo'la orbiting close to the Scarran ship) Fire! (the scene shifts to Lo'la's interior, torn by explosions)
D'ARGO: They know where we are!
AHKNA: Fire! (no longer hidden, D'Argo's ship is being shot to pieces)
AERYN: (trying to keep her cool, but clearly terrified for her friends) You can stop now. You've proved your point.
AHKNA: The Luxans are like Peacekeepers. Soon to be enslaved or dead. Fire. (Lo'la explodes in a ball of fire)
AERYN: (launching herself at Ahkna) You...Frelling...You! (Scarran soldiers take her away)
(cut to the cell)
STARK: Enshrine their souls, end their suffering and guide the passage of D'Argo and Chiana to their place of rest.
YONDALAO: Cannot a Luxan survive in space?
AERYN: Quarter arn. Maybe a little longer.
YONDALAO: Scarran brutality surprises me. They will be difficult to influence.
SCORPIUS: The Scarran blood that runs through my veins knows more than you'll ever know, Eidelon. The first scent of interference, you'll be as dead as D'Argo. And then the... (he stops, holding his head in pain)
SIKOZU: There is only one path out of this prison. We must fight our way out!
(cut to John's module: a wormhole is opening before it)
STALEEK: This is the source of your knowledge?
CRICHTON: That and the back of cereal boxes. Cinch up your diaper, big boy. The first time is always the worst. (they enter the wormhole, spinning about along the tunnels)
STALEEK: This is normal?
CRICHTON: No. The module's overweighted. We got a big bubba in 2-B.
(once again the action cuts back and forth from reality to John's mind)
HARVEY: Last chance, John. Veer into the wall of the wormhole. It'll be over fast.
CRICHTON: Nope. Child's gonna have a father, Harv.
HARVEY: I hope it's a boy.
CRICHTON:Boy, girl, either is fine. Buckle up. (while the module travels through the wormhole, the car with John and Harvey crashes against a wall; suddenly we see John and Staleek in Einstein's realm, both of them lying on the snow) Check it out. I'm Rudolph the Red-nosed Reindeer. (Einstein appears)
EINSTEIN: You have violated our trust.
CRICHTON: He has my family.
EINSTEIN: Unimportant to the greater agenda.
CRICHTON: They are my greater agenda.
EINSTEIN: Why have you brought him here?
STALEEK: Who is this creature?
CRICHTON: You can call him Einstein. I suggest you do it nicely. (Staleek tries to strike Einstein with a probe, which is easily blocked) Staleek! (the Emperor tries again, and shouts in pain when Einstein stops him) Staleek, he can wrap time round his little finger. The hoo-doo voodoo is not gonna work.
STALEEK: Einstein, do you possess the knowledge of wormholes?
STALEEK: Can these wormholes be made into weapons?
STALEEK: Then you will give me that power!
CRICHTON: Hang on. I can find a wormhole, and fly down one. Right?
EINSTEIN: With the rudimentary knowledge we have given you.
CRICHTON: Can I make a weapon?
EINSTEIN: You cannot.
CRICHTON: Why not?
EINSTEIN: Because no one should have that power.
CRICHTON: Exactly! Listen up. (he holds a fistful of snow in front of Staleek) This is your universe. (he crushes the snow inside his fist) This is your universe on wormholes. You mess with the natural order, you destroy multiple time lines.
STALEEK: (throwing John to the side and approaching Einstein) I will have that power! (Einstein freezes him)
CRICHTON: (to Staleek) Humbling, ain't it? (he faces Einstein)
EINSTEIN: Returning here was wrong.
CRICHTON: I have to protect the people I love. And you owe me for putting that crap in my head.
EINSTEIN: It may soon be prudent to remove it.
CRICHTON: Amen. I wanna be blond again. (Einstein disappears and Staleek is unfrozen)
STALEEK: You truly cannot create wormhole weapons.
CRICHTON: We should get back before Rygel damages your wife.
(cut to the cell on the Decimator: Aeryn is pacing the floor)
AERYN: (to Sikozu) Absolutely not.
SIKOZU: Our best opportunity is when or if Crichton walks through those doors, we must try to escape!
AERYN: Not without my child.
SCORPIUS: A disagreement past its time. (the door opens, revealing a returning John)
SIKOZU: You should be dead.
CRICHTON: And how was your day? (moving aside with Aeryn and whispering) I saw wreckage on the way in.
AERYN: They killed Chiana and D'Argo.(there are tears in her eyes, and John closes his for a few seconds)
CRICHTON: (his voice is rough) Is Yondalao good to go?
AERYN: (pointing to Yondalao, who is still conversing with Stark) Apparently not.
CRICHTON: Well, Staleek's gonna give us Rygel.
SCORPIUS: You've traded ultimate power for an unborn offspring.
CRICHTON: No. I gave it to him. You know why? Because he's such a nice guy! But the funny thing is I don't have anything to give. (he's giving in to his anger) So, Chiana and D'Argo, me being chased around the galaxy for years, everything, it's all for nothing.
SIKOZU: Your ranting aside, we still have no way out.
AERYN: (touching John's shoulder to draw his attention) I wouldn't be so sure. (Yondalao's face is glowing purple and he seems to be concentrating, while Stark kneels at his feet)
(cut to Rygel's holding cell)
RYGEL: (to the Scarran nurse) You have to do something. It's time to transfer the baby.
SCARRAN NURSE: (she is filling her vicious-looking instrument with some fluid) When I am ordered. However, I can give you something to eliminate the pain completely.
RYGEL: Oh, that would be great. Hurry! (she tries to inject him with the substance, when Staleek's arm intercepts her and stop her motion)
SCARRAN NURSE: Aah!
STALEEK: Whose orders override mine?
SCARRAN NURSE: War Minister Ahkna. I had no choice. (the Emperor breaks her neck, then turns to Rygel)
STALEEK: You will die when I order it.
RYGEL: (panting) Okay.
(Staleek faces Ahkna: he's beyond angry)
STALEEK: If the Hynerian had died, my word is useless...
AHKNA: The Luxan stealth craft, I discovered and destroyed. The presence of Scorpius who has already betrayed you once, and the constant ability of these creatures to plague us with resistance. Add these up, and they should die for our own security.
STALEEK: Scorpius is a commander in our enemy's armada. Officer Sun a former pilot. Who knows what information may be coerced from them!
AHKNA: And I say it's not worth the risk.
STALEEK: Stop seeing Vitubian vipers in every shadow. (he grabs her face in his hand) And never countermand my orders again!
(cut to space, where D'Argo and Chiana are floating unprotected above a too-distant Moya: he tries to blow his breath inside her lungs, but it's clear it's hopeless and he holds her close. Cut back to the Decimator)
STALEEK: (marching Rygel inside the cell) Here, have him!
AERYN: (to Rygel) Did they do anything to you?
STALEEK: This maintains my portion of the accord. Beyond this, I promise nothing.
YONDALAO: (approaching Staleek) With deference, Your Eminence.
STALEEK: Who are you?
YONDALAO: Hierarch Yondalao. Triumvirate Council. Eidelon faction of neutrality.
STALEEK: There is no such thing as neutrality. You travel with my prisoners, you are a prisoner.
YONDALAO: (his face starts glowing) Emperor Staleek, you wish power, acknowledgement of your personal intelligence, and to gain acceptance in the upper echelon of civilizations.
STALEEK: What do you know of my aims?
YONDALAO: Only that there are many paths to accomplish them.
STALEEK: War is our path. At the peace table, we know how we're viewed: brutish, ignorant.
YONDALAO: Then what greater victory than to prove them wrong? And without the loss of a single Scarran (he reaches to place his hand on Staleek's arm and soldiers move in to intercept him, but the Emperor stops them)...life.
STALEEK: I am listening. (they move toward the seats)
(cut to the Peacekeeper fleet: Maryk and Grayza are in their private quarters)
MARYK: Now you will tell me this one Human holds such fascination that Scorpius would desert, the Scarran emperor would pursue, and we would all tremble at the power of his magical wormholes. Did you not tell me Crichton was powerless? His doomsday weapon a myth?
GRAYZA: (she's preparing some kind of drink) That was my belief. This moment, however, is not without opportunity.
MARYK: Agreed. Knowing the emperor's whereabouts allows us to negotiate a peace proposal before our position becomes so eroded as to be laughable.
GRAYZA: Yes, my love. (she removes one of her earrings and drops it inside Maryk's glass, where if fizzes) Of course. It also gives us the opportunity to surprise the Scarran leader and decapitate his empire. The sudden chaos in their ranks might tip the balance.
MARYK: And if that fails? No, I will not be remembered by history as the commander under whom Peacekeeperdom fell.
GRAYZA: No, my love. (she gives him the glass, and he drinks) You will not. (Maryk starts to cough and holds his throat, as if in pain) Because despite your station, you are weak. (he falls to the floor: it's clear he's been poisoned) I say again that which I have said before. Death is preferable to subjugation under Scarran rule. They must be defeated. (Maryk dies)
(Chiana wakes up, a Luxan face taking shape before her eyes: it's Jothee)
JOTHEE: Chiana. (he looks toward a recovering D'Argo) Father. (D'Argo gets up and promptly throws a punch at his son: Jothee takes it in stride, preventing his men from harming D'Argo) Not quite the Luxan greeting, but...
D'ARGO: What are you doing here?
JOTHEE: Right now? Saving your life.
D'ARGO: (not very warmly...) Thanks.
CHIANA: Jothee, shouldn't we be running?
JOTHEE: Our concealment technology is three generations beyond yours. We could pull up beside 'em and they wouldn't know we're here.
D'ARGO: So, you're in command now.
LUXAN SOLDIER: He's a Kliva.
JOTHEE: Field officer.
LUXAN SOLDIER: Which means he's got brains. The rest of us just like to fight.
CHIANA: What are you doing here?
JOTHEE: We've been following the emperor for quite some time, now. And then, there you were. We gotta take the crown head out, but his ship is pretty well impenetrable.
D'ARGO: One would think. (he holds up a chip, which must contain the information he received from Chiana aboard Lo'la: connecting it to the ship's computer, he displays the Decimator's weak points)
JOTHEE: Is this accurate? Looks like we could take him out in four shots.
(cut to the cell on the Decimator: everyone appears relaxed, some are even smiling - Stark is passing around collecting glasses on a tray)
SCORPIUS: Yes, that sounds quite reasonable.
CRICHTON: Absolutely. We're walking into Federationville here. You cross the T's. You dot the lower case J's, and we're good to go.
YONDALAO: Emperor, could you review the accord that you wish all of us to agree to?
STALEEK: Of course. At the core of the matter is the perception that Crichton can create wormhole weapons. If I propose an armistice to the Peacekeepers with Crichton by my side, (he places a companionable hand on John's shoulder) they will naturally assume he has bestowed a military edge upon the Scarran Empire.
SCORPIUS: The Grand Chancellor is no gambler. He would indeed choose peace over a war he knows he would lose.
STALEEK: Being benevolent, I will then propose an accord which favors us in mining rights and trade balance, whilst allowing complete self-rule of all Peacekeeper territories.
CRICHTON: And I'm out, right?
STALEEK: You shall be released upon the signing.
YONDALAO: And a great many lives will be saved by everybody sim...
(an energy shot takes Yondalao square in the face, throwing him backwards against the wall: everyone looks up in shock)
AHKNA: (entering with a guard detail and addressing Staleek) Do you really wish to broker peace with an enemy you are certain to destroy?
STALEEK: (as if waking from a dream) What is this?
YONDALAO: (he's dying, but he's still determined) It is the proper course of action.
STALEEK: If your kind has a prayer for the dying, fill your mind with it now that you may be comforted. (he leaves the room)
STARK: (reaching Yondalao's side) He's passing over. The secret of peace is lost.
CRICHTON: It's not good. Stark, give him last rites.
STARK: Oh, I cannot. I'm beneath him.
CRICHTON: Astro Boy, you can take his power, protect his gift.
STARK: Oh, no, I cannot.
CRICHTON: (he grabs Starks, who's trying to get away from the dying Yondalao) Stark, you can! You're a Stykera. I've seen you do amazing things. When you pass someone over, you take what they know. Help him help us.
AERYN: Quickly before he dies.
STARK: No, I cannot!
CRICHTON: Aeryn, help me! (Aeryn joins him and they both bring a resisting Stark near Yondalao - Sikozu joins in their efforts)
STARK: No, no! No, no! (John removes the mask, and the purple energy of the dying Yondalao moves toward Stark, who screams in anguish. With something resembling an explosion, the transfer is complete and Yondalao dies, while the other are thrown off by the force of the blow) My mask! Don't touch me! (he fights them all off, replacing his mask and placing some distance between himself and them)
AERYN: What have we done?
CRICHTON: I don't know. Something good or something very bad. (from the other side of the room, Rygel moans loudly in pain)
AERYN: (running to him) Hey, hey. We're gonna have to transfer the baby now.
AERYN: Can you remember what to do?
CRICHTON: I think so. You stay with him. Where's the transfer kit?
AERYN: Over there.
AERYN: (pointing) There! (to Rygel) Breathe!
(in that moment, a mist starts to come out of some openings in the wall)
SIKOZU: It's gas.
CRICHTON: What? You gotta be kiddin' me!
SIKOZU: They're entombing us.
CRICHTON: (shouting through the door) Staleek, this is very unoriginal. What does this do?
SCORPIUS: Paralytic embalming agent.
AERYN: Stark. (she and John reach to the Stykera, who still fights them off)
SCORPIUS: Preserves living tissue without harming the brain. Scarrans use it on specimens they wish to dissect whilst they're still alive.
AERYN: Stay with me. Breathe, Rygel, breathe. (the misty gas is quickly filling the chamber - she addresses John) You've ruined my life.
CRICHTON: I know.
(flash-forward again to the unconscious John, while we hear a heated conversation between him and Aeryn)
AERYN: This war is not your responsibility.
CRICHTON: How am I supposed to protect you from the Peacekeepers and the Scarrans and the Tregans and the lions and tigers and bears?
AERYN: This is what you want. This is what you want.
CRICHTON: (angry) No, Aeryn, it is not what I want! It's just that fate keeps blocking all the exits. And no matter what I do, I just keep circling closer to the flame.
(the scene cuts to the images of the destruction of the Scarran dreadnought by TalynJohn's wormhole weapon, while part 1 comes to an end)
(Previously on Farscape: quick takes from Part 1 bring us back to speed)
(in the cell where the prisoners are being held - and gassed)
AERYN: Breathe, Rygel, breathe. Rygel?
AERYN: He's unconscious. (Aeryn lifts Rygel's body out of the expanding gas) I'm gonna have to get him up, get him out of this gas.
CRICHTON: Gas. Is this stuff flammable?
SCORPIUS: Metaplast preservatives? Combustible. At a very high temperature.
CRICHTON: (grabbing Sikozu's arms) You can ignite it?
SIKOZU: The gas is smothering my receptors.
CRICHTON: Come on, we're gonna get you to higher ground. On my count. One, two, three! (he pushes her up toward the ceiling and Sikozu does her "gravity center shift", hanging down from it)
AERYN: So basically you're going to blow us up.
CRICHTON: Whoa! Whoa!
SIKOZU: I can direct it. Find cover. (the others flatten against the far walls, and Sikozu ignites a ball of fire in her palm, hurling it at the cell's door, which promptly explodes, throwing the Charrid guards to the ground and introducing the title sequence)
(cut to Staleek's command center)
STALEEK: What was that explosion?
AHKNA: Internal. Level 21.
STALEEK: Insurgency teams to containment quarters. All teams, now!
(cut to the Luxan ship)
SGT. LEARKO: Explosion amidship on the Decimator.
(they lower their invisibility shield and start firing on the Decimator - cut to Staleek's bridge)
STALEEK: Those are not internal.
SCARRAN OFFICER: All systems off-line.
(cut to the exterior of the cell: the prisoner are escaping, Crichton has Rygel in his arms and Aeryn carries the tissue transferral device)
AERYN: Stark, weapons. We all need weapons.
CRICHTON: (holding a weapon in Stark's direction) Feel like killing someone? (Stark growls angrily) Okay, maybe not. (he keeps passing the weapons they acquired to his companions)
SCORPIUS: (he carries the inert Sikozu on his shoulders) We need more than weapons. We need a plan.
AERYN: We have to transfer the baby.
AERYN: His pulse is slowing. He's dying.
CRICHTON: Okay, okay.
D'ARGO: (on comms - while they talk the scene shifts from the Decimator to the Luxan ship) John, Aeryn, are you there?
CRICHTON: I'm hearing dead people. D, how are you alive?
D'ARGO: Long story. Can I give you a ride?
CRICHTON: Absolutely. In what?
D'ARGO: It's gonna be a big surprise. You stay put. We got a fix on you. We'll come to you.
CRICHTON: Right. You heard him, folks. This is the Alamo.
JOTHEE: Brace. (the Luxan ship lands on the Decimator's hull and extrudes some sort of boarding grapples; an explosion clears the way to enter the Scarran ship) Go! (the Luxans initiate their attack, and Jothee addresses Chiana) Chiana, call Peacekeeper Command, confirm our coordinates. Go!
CHIANA: (looking a little bewildered) Good luck.
(cut to the Decimator: the Luxans are making their way inside - cut to Staleek's command)
SCARRAN OFFICER: Luxan commandoes confirmed aboard, sir.
STALEEK: Secure my ship!
(back to the corridor outside the cells: John is feeling Rygel's pulse)
CRICHTON: Aeryn, we gotta hurry. I'm losing a pulse here.
SCORPIUS: Here they come!
AERYN: Ready when you are. (John is preparing the transferral device, while the other engage a fire battle with their jailers)
CRICHTON: Man, am I glad you're not awake for this. All right. You might feel a little pressure. (he clearly inserts one end of the device into Rygel, who screams in pain) Hold still. Hold still!
(cut to a corridor: Ahkna and several guards are moving toward the cell block)
STALEEK: (on comms) War Minister Ahkna, report.
AHKNA: Positioning to cut them off now!
(back to the cells)
CRICHTON: I'm really sorry about this, baby.
AERYN: Just get it right the first time.
CRICHTON: Nobody gets it right the first time.
AERYN: (firing a few shots down the corridor) Wait! (she stops just long enough to let him use the device, under the curious and bewildered stare of Stark, then she grunts in pain)
CRICHTON: Are you okay?
AERYN: (smiling) I'm pregnant. (John smiles at her, and they kiss)
SCORPIUS: I'm running out of ammunition.
SIKOZU: As me. (the firefight goes on furiously)
AERYN: (to John) Well done.
CRICHTON: Thank you.
(cut to the Luxans, progressing through the ship's corridors, then back again to Crichton and the others)
CRICHTON: Rygel, you all right?
RYGEL: (exhausted and hoarse, but clearly relieved) Thank you.
CRICHTON: He's out again.
STARK: What is this? Whatever you put in my head is gonna explode!
CRICHTON: You're not gonna be the only thing around here exploding if D'Argo doesn't show up.
D'ARGO: (speaking through the grate in the floor: he's on the deck under them) Stop acting like a bunch of losers and look down!
CRICHTON: Hey, the cavalry's here.
D'ARGO: Okay, stand back. (the Luxans fire their weapons at the grate, with no results) It's no good. We can't get through.
AERYN: It's Dorian ore. It's pulse resistant.
CRICHTON: How are we supposed to get to you?
D'ARGO: I don't know. All the lifts are sealed. We better make it quick. Our surprise is wearing off.
SCORPIUS: (rips the cooling rod - it's now bright red - from his head) Stand aside!
D'ARGO: (understanding that Scorpius means to throw the rod at the grate) Get back! (the grate explodes)
CRICHTON: All right, ladies and children first. (Aeryn jumps through the hole, and runs to D'Argo's side, kissing his cheek)
D'ARGO: You look great.
AERYN: I'm pregnant again.
STARK: (backing away from Crichton's helping hands) Don't you touch me! (he falls backward through the hole)
CRICHTON: (sending Rygel, throne and all, toward the waiting hands) Catch! (to Scorpius) Feel free to stay and cover our retreat. (he jumps down, and finds himself face to face with Jothee) Holy crap! It's good to see you, Jothee.
D'ARGO: Yeah, who'd have guessed?
JOTHEE: Good to see you too. We done?
D'ARGO: Quick! Go, go, go, go!
(they start retreating toward the Luxan ship, and keep firing at the Scarrans and Charrids trying to stop them.)
D'ARGO: Get out! Go! Get outta here! Move, move!
(cut to Staleek's command center)
STALEEK: Damage repair immediately. The Peacekeeper armada is sure to be on its way. And we are sitting fodder! Move!
(cut to the Luxan ship: our heroes are at the airlock)
JOTHEE: Coming through!
AERYN: (pushing Rygel's throne sled inside) Here.
JOTHEE: Go, get in! (they pile inside the ship, and one of the Luxan soldiers is wounded by a firing Scarran, who's killed by the rest)
CHIANA: (closing the airlock door) You guys are a mess. (the ship detaches from the Decimator's hull, engaging its engines)
SGT. LEARKO: Everybody hang the frell on!
CRICHTON: (to Jothee) You've grown, dude.
JOTHEE: Yeah? Well, it's the armor. I'll take over, Sergeant. You take care of the engine.
SGT. LEARKO: Sir.
AERYN: (to Jothee) So was this a planned reunion? (he doesn't answer, neither does D'Argo, looking halfway between angry and embarassed)
CHIANA: Hey, Stark! (the Banik wards her off, he looks very agitated)
CRICHTON: (to Jothee) You got any backup out there?
JOTHEE: Well, they can't maneuver or fire so we're good to go.
AERYN: Nice work, Kliva.
JOTHEE: Yeah. Well, the old man had a lot to do with it. (D'Argo looks on him darkly)
(cut to the Decimator)
SCARRAN OFFICER: Peacekeeper armada confirmed on scanned perimeter. (Staleek send a reproachful look at Ahkna, who hangs her head)
(cut to Moya: in the maintenance bay, Sikozu is repairing Scorpius' cooling system)
SIKOZU: Tell me. When will we stop following this Human and start imposing our agenda on him?
SCORPIUS: (breathing in relief, now that the rods are working again) We already have.
SIKOZU: Crichton insists he will not build a wormhole weapon. He insists he can't.
SCORPIUS: Human insistence. Nothing more than a futile attempt to avoid action they insist they will never take!
SIKOZU: He will help us?
SCORPIUS: Never. (he takes down the shoulder straps in Sikozu's top - she smiles) But he will help Aeryn and his new child.
SGT. LEARKO: (his voice reaches D'Argo through comms in Moya's Command, while the Luxan ship leaves the hangar bay) Luxan penetrator out and away. See you back in on Qujaga.
D'ARGO: Safe journey. Can I speak to Jothee?
JOTHEE: (appearing at his shoulder) Sure. You need a guide to get through Peacekeeper-controlled space.
D'ARGO: (walks a few paces away, not facing his son) Chiana was the first person since your mother that I really cared about.
JOTHEE: I'm glad you and Chiana are back together.
D'ARGO: Day by day. Trust takes time.
JOTHEE: Yes, it does.
(cut to John and Aeryn's quarters: she's sleeping and it must be a few days after, since her belly is quite distended by advanced pregnancy - Aeryn scratches it absently while turning in her sleep; John sits at the table, near his chess set, but he's deep in thought.
He sees flashes of the destruction of the Scarran Dreadnought operated by Talyn John, superimposed on images of the sleeping Aeryn - then we see him in the Center Chamber, looking on a distraught Stark)
STARK: I'm not worthy. I'm not worthy. I'm not worthy. Can't do that, can't do that. I can't do it.
(cut to one of the hangars: John, wearing his leather duster, is approaching his module, lightly caressing the fuselage as he walks; he looks pensive, and determined, then he starts the engine, and we see the module leave Moya.
D'Argo is in command, hailing him, and Aeryn joins him.)
D'ARGO: John, where are you going? John?
AERYN: John, we can see the comms are open. Would you answer please? (John hears them all right, and he cuts the comms)
D'ARGO: John!! (from the main screen they see a wormhole opening, and the module entering it)
(cut to a video transmission from Braca, still stationed on Qujaga the message is directed to Maryk's carrier, now under Grayza's command)
BRACA: Scarrans continue to fight. It is clearly Staleek's vanguard. We're outnumbered and under attack. The command carrier is heavily damaged. We are unable to defend it.
PK OFFICER: (approaching Grayza) Ma'am, the grand chancellor is dead.
GRAYZA: A great tragedy for our people. Arrange a ship-wide memorial service. And set a course for Captain Braca's location immediately.
PK OFFICER: With respect, ma'am, High Command is sending Vice Chancellor Vosler...
GRAYZA: Don't let the belly fool you, Lieutenant. You were aware of my status?
PK OFFICER: Commandant, ma'am.
GRAYZA: Within this battle group, who outranks me?
PK OFFICER: No one.
GRAYZA: Then send apologies to the vice chancellor for the extra distance he will have to travel. And set a course for Captain Braca's location now.
PK OFFICER: Ma'am. (he prepares to relay her orders)
(cut to Staleek's Decimator)
AHKNA: Your assumptions were correct, Excellency. My spy informs me that the water planet Crichton previously visited was populated by a species called Eidelon.
STALEEK: (rising from his throne) Yes. Same as the frelling creature they brought on board to cloud my mind.
AHKNA: Obviously a plan to defeat us with trickery.
STALEEK: All speed to the water planet. Crichton is no longer our only threat. Inform me when every single Eidelon is dead. (Ahkna nods)
(cut to the wormhole John has created: he's travelling through it, and it soon becomes clear his destination is the Ancient Einstein's realm. John lands in the usual ice and snow-covered island)
CRICHTON: Einstein! It's time!
EINSTEIN: (appearing out of nowhere at John's back) Indeed.
CRICHTON: Unlock the knowledge. I have to make peace.
EINSTEIN: (slowly approaching John) Time...
CRICHTON: Wounds all heels.
CRICHTON: Rosemary and...
CRICHTON: Time ends.
(Einstein reaches out to touch John's forehead - cut to the wormhole opening again near Moya: the module comes out of it - cut to Moya's corridors: John is stumbling through them, and is met by Scorpius)
SCORPIUS: Crichton, you possess it, don't you?
CRICHTON: (fending him off angrily: there is a wound over his left eyebrow, and it's bleeding profusely) Don't... touch me!
SCORPIUS: The secret to victory. The violent path to peace. (he's gloating, and John keeps backing away from him - sudden cut to John's mind: the location is what appears as a construction site, John and Harvey are wearing business suits, and Harvey arrives in a limo, with two women, and dons a hard hat)
HARVEY: Congratulations, John! Damn, it's big! It's bigger than big! (he unrolls some blueprints on the car's hood - behind them is a big sign) These wormhole weapon plans are complicated. But I think we can build it to budget.
CRICHTON: My head is killing me.
HARVEY: Give the man a hard hat. (one of the women complies, and John, whose forehead is wounded as in real life, throws the hat away) Oh, you MBA types.
CRICHTON: I didn't get this for you.
HARVEY: Ladies. This project, John, is for both of us. "Coming this year, Wormhole weapons to the stars. Harvey and John's Construction and Engineering. " (the sign comes completely into focus, while the two women make some sort of "presentation show")
CRICHTON: John and Harvey.
HARVEY: I can make us a new sign. You agreed to do the job, John. Now we gotta build it.
CRICHTON: We're on my time table. You're fired! (cut back to reality: John's walking alone on Moya and he's met by an angry Aeryn - they reach their quarters)
AERYN: John! You went there, didn't you?
CRICHTON: I went the whole way there.
AERYN: I didn't want you to do that.
CRICHTON: Yes, you did. Everybody wants to see the great big wormhole weapon.
AERYN: No, I want to see war turned into peace.
CRICHTON: (he's thrown off his duster and makes a move toward the washbasin, to take away the blood, probably, but stops and turns to Aeryn) War and peace. War and peace. Did you know that Woody Allen's version is better than Tolstoy's because it is funnier? And absolute power corrupts absolutely. (he searches the room until he finds his journal) Where the hell's my pen? Where's my pen?
AERYN: This is what you want. This is what YOU want!
CRICHTON: No, Aeryn, it is not what I want! It's just that fate keeps blocking all the exits. And no matter what I do, I just keep circling closer to the flame.
AERYN: Then pull back. (she sits on the bed, with some difficulty because of her big belly) This war is not your responsibility.
CRICHTON: (he's kneeling in front of her) You and the baby are my responsibility. And how am I supposed to protect you from the Peacekeepers and the Scarrans and the Tregans and the lions and tigers and bears? (takes out Winona) With this? This gun? No gun is big enough.
AERYN: We still have Stark and the Eidelons.
CRICHTON: It's not enough. (throws down Winona and opens the journal in front of her face) This, THIS is enough. Wormholes. What's inside my head. This is ugly, and it is malignant. - But it will protect you and the baby...
AERYN: Ah, you see? You don't just protect me. We protect each other. (she stops: clearly she's feeling something from the baby) Did you feel that?
CRICHTON: (his hands are on her belly, and he looks almost reverent) It kicked.
AERYN: I can really feel it alive inside me.
(cut to the Center Chamber: Chiana is trying to feed an unresponsive Stark as if he were a baby; nearby Rygel is sobbing)
CHIANA: Here, Starky.
JOTHEE: (about Rygel) I don't remember him being like this.
CHIANA: Nobody does. Toad, what's with the waterworks?
RYGEL: I miss the baby!
JOTHEE: What baby? He had a baby?
CHIANA: It's kind of a twisted story.
STARK: (still staring into space, but making sense) It's the chemical imbalance in his system from carrying the child. He will recover eventually. (even Rygel is surprised enough to stop crying)
CHIANA: Stark, are you all right?
(cut to Pilot's den - John is showing Pilot a projection of the wormhole equations, with the help of 1812)
CRICHTON: I can't do this without your help, Pilot. Yours and Moya's.
PILOT: This will be used as a weapon, against others?
CRICHTON: Worse case scenario, yeah.
PILOT: If I understand correctly, it has the power to kill tens of thousands.
CRICHTON: (turns 1812 off) For starters.
PILOT: Are you capable of using this?
PILOT: (lowering his head and looking troubled) Then I don't know you as I thought. (first John rests his head on an arm, then takes Winona and points it at Pilot) So you'll be starting with me then? (his voice is calm but there is a trace of contempt)
CRICHTON: Someone points a gun at your head, Pilot, what do you do? What do YOU do? You defend yourself. And that is why we have to build this.
PILOT: No one has a weapon pointed to your head.
CRICHTON: God, Pilot! Everybody's got a weapon pointed at my head!
PILOT: There are other options.
CRICHTON: Why don't you explain that to the millions of people who will die in the meantime.
PILOT: Is that truly your concern? Or is it Aeryn and your un-birthed offspring you wish to protect?
CRICHTON: That's my family, Pilot. (he goes over the console and stands beside Pilot, placing both hands at the sides of its head) Everything begins with family.
(cut to space: Moya is coming out of starburst, and is fired on by several small ships
cut back to the den)
(cut to space, where a battle is raging between Scarrans and Peacekeeper - cut to Command, John arrives on the run while some explosions rock the Leviathan)
CRICHTON: What the hell is happening?
AERYN: We're in a crossfire.
CRICHTON: What are the Scarrans doing here?
D'ARGO: Pilot, get us out of here.
CRICHTON: How're the Eidelons holding up?
PILOT: Their city is also under attack.
(Moya is violently rocked by the attack: evasive maneuvers don't seem to have any effect)
PILOT: There are too many of them!
RYGEL: What? No hailing? Not even on our part to surrender?
(suddenly, something changes in the noise of Moya's progress through space)
D'ARGO: Pilot, what are you doing?
PILOT: Not me! It's Moya!
(cut to space, where we see Moya passing through the combatants and heading toward the planet at breakneck speed)
SIKOZU: She's heading into the ocean!
CRICHTON: Crap! (pushes Aeryn against a wall, and tries to shield her with his body) See? Fate.
(everybody is tossed about by the explosions and Moya's dive and then the Leviathan plunges into Qujaga's ocean - a few rivulets of water start seeping inside, the amount ever increasing - the light are critically dimmed)
RYGEL: Can Moya do this?
D'ARGO: She's done it. She should be watertight.
RYGEL: Should be?
CRICHTON: Harpoon holes notwithstanding.
SIKOZU: Don't fool yourselves. The pressure differential down here compared to the vacuum of space is huge! We will flood!
AERYN: Pilot, where is Moya intending to go exactly? (no answer) Pilot?
(cut to the ocean's floor, where Moya settles heavily with a dull thud)
D'ARGO: Welcome to the bottom.
CRICHTON: Pilot, we have light showers in here. What are we seeing everywhere else?
PILOT: (from comms) Sikozu's assessment is accurate. Many tiers are taking on water.
AERYN: If we're going to make peace, we have to get Stark to the Eidelons.
D'ARGO: Okay. How do we get back to the surface?
CRICHTON: Transport pod.
RYGEL: If Moya's not watertight, then transport pods won't be either.
SIKOZU: Well, we'll have to make one watertight. Come along.
(there's a roaring sound, and everyone realises one of them is missing)
AERYN: Where is Stark?
PILOT: I can't locate him, Commander.
CHIANA: (from one of the corridors, already flooded to mid-calf) Yeah, right here. Don't get your mivonks in a twist.
D'ARGO: Are you all right?
CHIANA: Yeah, I'm fine. But Stark went completely fahrbot when he heard the Scarrans blowing the Hezmana out of the Eidelons.
D'ARGO: Where is he?
CHIANA: Don't know. I'm on tier 7. Hard to track him through the water.
D'ARGO: I'll check the lower tiers.
CRICHTON: I got topside.
AERYN: We're going to need more weapons on the surface. I'll raid the armory.
CRICHTON: Right. Be careful.
AERYN: I'm pregnant, not incapacitated, John.
CRICHTON: Right. Pregnant. (cut to another corridor, where John is searching for Stark: it's dark and he proceeds with the help of a flashlight) Come on, Stark! Give it up! You act like you're high half the time, but we got an ocean ten feet above our heads. Holy crap. Anybody see him yet?
(the others answer from different parts of Moya, amid more or less intense waterfalls)
CHIANA: Nope, but when I do you're gonna know because I'm gonna rip his arm out.
D'ARGO: Well, he's not on the lower tiers hammond side.
CRICHTON: All right, D. You go to the bow. - I got the aft.
D'ARGO: My pleasure.
CRICHTON: Stark, I know what you're feeling. You got something in your head that everybody wants. Something that...never should've been there in the first place. I promise you, we'll get it out. (John mutters to himself) We damn well better get it out.
(cut to PK battle group - Grayza's carrier)
PK OFFICER: Approaching water planet. One damaged command carrier on scans. Multiple Scarran ships bombarding her.
GRAYZA: Do we have surprise?
PK OFFICER: From all indications, no cannons swivelling to our vector.
GRAYZA: Have you isolated the emperor's vessel?
PK OFFICER: Not yet.
GRAYZA: Then target all craft equally. Shock wears off quickly, ladies and gentlemen.
(cut to Moya in her underwater hiding place - inside the search for Stark continues)
CHIANA: Hey, D'Argo, you know how I change my mind about things sometimes? I get so excited. I say I'm gonna do it and I really...frelling mean it. And then I change my mind completely.
D'ARGO: (stops his search to look her in the eyes) Yes.
CHIANA: Hyneria. (she turns to face him too) I'm gonna do it... with you. - You know why?
D'ARGO: Because you like Hynerians?
CHIANA: Not so much. But I like you. (D'Argo turns her face toward him and they kiss)
(cut to Pilot's den: Aeryn is assembling some weapons, while she talks to her child)
AERYN: Can you hear that? (a DRD whizzes past on some errand) That's just the sound of a DRD. (a distant rumble) And that is the sound of our ship, Moya, under pressure. And this...is the sound of an AKR maximum load ammo pack (she sniffs the cartridge before pushing it into the firing chamber) being chambered into a full-grade field ranger pulse pistol. (she holds her belly, in discomfort more than pain)
PILOT: Are you all right?
AERYN: Yes. The baby is just kicking a lot. (she gets to her feet, somewhat awkwardly) I should go and help find Stark.
PILOT: (hesitant) We said no to John.
AERYN: I know.
PILOT: Moya and I will have no part of mass murder.
AERYN: None of us want to, Pilot. But if we don't, the outcome will be worse.
PILOT: Are not Stark and the Eidelon preferable to the wormhole weapon?
AERYN: Of course, but I'm not sure they can do it. (another sign of discomfort, the baby must be kicking again) You know, we all want the same thing, Pilot. Peace.
(cut to a cargo area: crates and other things are floating in the rising water)
D'ARGO: Stark! Stark!
STARK: (from a dark corner of the room) Hello, D'Argo.
D'ARGO: (on comms) I found him. He's in the lower maintenance bay.
STARK: I'm sorry I ran like I did. It was mindless of me.
D'ARGO: Are you okay?
STARK: Fine actually. Remarkably fine given the responsibility that now resides within me.
D'ARGO: (he keeps approaching Stark, but carefully, as if afraid he might bolt again) So it worked? It's inside you?
STARK: Yondalao's knowledge.
D'ARGO: Stark, we really have to get outta here.
STARK: We're in awfully deep, aren't we, D'Argo?
D'ARGO: Please, Stark, we have to go.
D'ARGO: Yeah, there's lots of water.
STARK: More water. (an explosive geyser of water erupts from the floor behind them, and sends them flying)
D'ARGO: Get down!
PILOT: Hull breach on the lower tiers where D'Argo and Stark are!
CRICHTON: I'm close and moving. (he runs through the corridors)
CHIANA: D'Argo! D'Argo! (she, too, is converging toward the bay)
CRICHTON: D'Argo! Stark! (he sees Chiana) Pip! Where are they?
CRICHTON: (points in D'Argo's direction - he's lying unconscious over some crates) Here. Over here!
CHIANA: D'Argo, no.
CRICHTON: Look after him. Stark! (he searches the room, then sees Stark lying face-down in the water, the light from his face acting like a beacon) Stark! (John takes the Stykera out of the water, and covers his face with the mask - Stark gasps a lungful of air)
STARK: Thank you.
CHIANA: (to D'Argo) Are you all right? Are you all right?
D'ARGO: (whispering, and a bit groggy) I saw the most amazing thing before I almost died.
CHIANA: What? The vision? The light? Your ancestors?
D'ARGO: No. I saw a big wall of water and the ground as my nose was scraping along the floor. (they both laugh in relief)
CRICHTON: (still holding Stark out of water) Your light. It's not your regular brand.
STARK: Eidelon. Crichton, I'm not afraid anymore.
CRICHTON: Hold that thought 'cause we're going to the surface.
(a pod leaves Moya for the surface - cut to Staleek's Decimator)
STALEEK: (seeing the PK battle group) Grand Chancellor Maryk. Get us into that battle! Nothing matters but the carrier. (Ahkna leaves to relay his orders)
(cut to Qujaga: the pod has landed and the Moyans disembark)
CRICHTON: (to Aeryn) You all right?
AERYN: It's beyond me why women would choose to do this more than once.
CRICHTON: They say three is the magic number.
AERYN: Three is a scary number.
(Scarran small aircraft pass overhead, firing)
D'ARGO: Come on, move! Let's go! Stark, come with me.
STARK: We're too late.
D'ARGO: We don't know that yet. Come on.
CHIANA: Where are the Eidelons?
SCORPIUS: The Scarran term is nullified.
JOTHEE: (opening his comms) Sergeant Learko, this is Kliva Jothee. Sergeant, are you there?
SGT. LEARKO: (the Sergeant and another soldier come down from the cliff on ropes) More like here, sir.
AERYN: What's the situation?
SGT. LEARKO: Scarrans control the whole of the city. Isolated pockets of Peacekeepers, but they're being steadily neutralised.
CRICHTON: What about the Eidelons?
SGT. LEARKO: Slaughtered, even in surrender. The rest of our men are on the other side of the city searching for survivors.
CRICHTON: We have to get Stark to them.
SCORPIUS: (on comms, while Aeryn moves the bewildered Stark in a more secure position) Captain Braca, are you still alive?
BRACA: Very much so, sir. Good to hear your voice.
SCORPIUS: Your location?
BRACA: The great temple. We're holding out with a band of Eidelons. My requests for reinforcements have been unheeded.
SCORPIUS: There's some on the way right now. Stay tight.
BRACA: Yes, sir.
CRICHTON: Let's move. (to Scorpius) You're on point.
JOTHEE: Sergeant Learko, you go with him. Stark is now our number-one priority.
RYGEL: Stark? How's that for an inversion of normalcy!
D'ARGO: Jothee, don't get shot up too much.
JOTHEE: I was thinking the same thing about you, old man. (they smile to each other)
(cut to Staleek's command center: he addresses Ahkha who's sitting on his big command chair.)
STALEEK: Why can we not immolate that city?
AHKNA: Weapons systems lock is inoperative from the Luxan attack, Excellency.
STALEEK: Excuses aside, I want every single Eidelon eliminated.
AHKNA: (she nods respectfully) It is being attended.
STALEEK: (pushing her roughly back into the chair) That chair becomes you. Reports from prior to our arrival suggest that Crichton and the Leviathan perished in the ocean below. Would you agree?
AHKNA: I would rather have his head as proof.
STALEEK: Once the Peacekeepers have been defeated, I intend to oversee larger galactic governance issues. (while he speaks, she gets to her feet) Bring me Crichton's head and all differences between us will be resolved. (he pushes her again into the seat) Paving the way for you to assume my position, Empress Ahkna. (she nods, preening)
(cut to Qujaga: the Moyans are walking carefully through the war zone - small fires and debris are everywhere)
SIKOZU: Why no opposition on this path?
SCORPIUS: Scarran shock teams containing a small number of troops, delivering a high body count.
SGT. LEARKO: Looks like they went street by street. Extermination pattern.
D'ARGO: Now they're down there. (they all watch from some sort of panoramic terrace at the devastation below them)
CHIANA: How hard's it gonna be for everybody to leave each other alone?
STARK: Impossible, I'd say.
RYGEL: (to John and Aeryn) I would like you to name the baby Rygel.
AERYN: Maybe... if it's a girl.
CRICHTON: All right, folks, when things go to hell in a hand basket, we meet here. It's a good spot for Moya to pick us up with the docking web.
D'ARGO: Okay, everyone, let's move out. (they resume their progress through the war-torn city)
SIKOZU: Very impressive subjugation.
RYGEL: I dread my cities looking like this.
(John notices a strange bundle of rags from which a leg emerges and he calls Aeryn's attention on it: removing a cloak they find Grunchlk and everyone targets him with their guns)
CRICHTON: Hi, Grunchlk, going somewhere?
GRUNCHLK: Oh, I suspect you have some serious issues.
CHIANA: Shoot the traitor.
GRUNCHLK: I'm not a traitor.
SIKOZU: Someone relayed our location to the Scarrans after we left.
GRUNCHLK: Someone else.
AERYN: Have you signalled to anyone that we're here?
GRUNCHLK: Signalled? (he points to his back, where a wound is visible through torn clothing) I'm trying to get away.
SCORPIUS: (none too gently, he examines the wound) From a Scarran weapon.
CHIANA: So? We use that trick all the time.
GRUNCHLK: Look, Missy New Eyes, my dealings with the Scarrans are purely financial.
D'ARGO: Okay, enough talk. Either we kill him or we take him with us.
CRICHTON: Take him.
SGT. LEARKO: Scarrans.
AERYN: Okay, get down. (they hide among the rubble: a contingent of Charrids, with two Scarran soldiers, approaches and moves past them)
CHIANA: We can take those slegnots on.
D'ARGO: A pulse blast would bring 100 Scarrans. They don't know where we are. I wanna keep it that way.
RYGEL: (to Grunchlk, who's trying to put his hands on some food) Don't move.
GRUNCHLK: There's enough here for both of us. (Scorpius grabs him by the wounded shoulder and Sikozu silences his howl of pain with a hand on his mouth - Sgt. Learko gives the all clear)
(the group proceeds cautiously toward the temple)
BRACA: (on comms) Scorpius, there's movement outside the temple.
SCORPIUS: Yes, Captain, we're on approach so hold your fire.
BRACA: Thank Juka. We were worried it was another Scarran insurgency team.
SCORPIUS: Braca, open the door! (the temple's door is raised from the inside and they enter: the situation inside appears quite grim)
BRACA: Good to see you. You're the reinforcements?
CRICHTON: No, we're the band. Looks like Kiss was your opening act.
D'ARGO: Frell, I'm in the wrong band.
BRACA: Six of our troops, two trained Eidelons, four others who refuse to bear arms. The Diagnosan, minimal munitions.
CHIANA: At least the Scarrans don't know we're here.
D'ARGO: Let's keep it that way. Sergeant?
SGT. LEARKO: (pushing Grunchlk toward the PK soldiers) He's a spy. Watch him.
GRUNCHLK: I am not a spy! (he appeals to the Diagnosan) Doc!
(cut to Ahkna and a Scarran contingent, moving through the city's streets)
AHKNA: Emperor Staleek, I report, my spy is trapped inside one of the city's largest edifices. Most interestingly, with Crichton.
STALEEK: So, he lives.
AHKNA: Rectified shortly.
STALEEK: I continue to keep your future seat warm for you.
(cut to the temple)
CRICHTON: Stark, you're the reason we came.
STARK: (to Braca) Is Muoma here?
BRACA: Yes, she's around the corner. (to Scorpius) Do you have a plan?
CRICHTON: We had a good plan till your guys shot us down. I don't suppose they'd loan us a ship, would they?
BRACA: No, I'm afraid Commandant Grayza's focusing on other issues.
CRICHTON: (surprised and annoyed) Grayza...! Grayza...!
BRACA: The grand chancellor's dead.
AERYN: I suggest we observe operation silence. Fortify our defences. (she looks down: a puddle of water has collected at her feet) John!
CRICHTON: Doc! Your water just broke. That means the baby's coming. Doc!
DIAGNOSAN: (Diagnosan speech)
CRICHTON: Big baby. That's good.
AERYN: The timing isn't.
SIKOZU: Considering the amount of fire power it take to drop a single Scarran, we're in trouble.
AERYN: We should disassemble the weaker munitions. Make our own shock grenades. (she lets the Diagnosan lead her away for examination)
CRICHTON: Arts and crafts. She's gonna be a great mom.
D'ARGO: She's right about the fortifications.
PK SOLDIER: Captain Braca, Scarrans.
BRACA: Take cover!
CHIANA: Small arms, but a lot of weaponry.
D'ARGO: Everyone, help me close up this door!
(everyone prepares for the coming assault, while Ahkna and her men approach)
SCARRAN SOLDIER: War Minister, the structure is surrounded and primed for takeover.
AHKNA: Excellent. When we attack, the Peacekeeper female is to be left for me.
(cut to the temple: the Diagnosan is passing some instrument over Aeryn's belly; John is walking around taking stock of the situation and ignoring Grunchlk's attempt to speak to him, despite Rygel's weapon being pointed in his direction - finally he reaches D'Argo)
D'ARGO: I just spoke to Pilot. Said he won't be ready till dawn.
CRICHTON: At least a couple of arns. (he goes back to Aeryn who is now clearly in pain, but holding to her pulse rifle) Is there anything I can do to help?
AERYN: I think you've done enough already. If this was a Sebacean child, a pure one, it would've been born long ago. So, how long is this going to take?
CRICHTON: On Earth it can last days.
AERYN: I have killed men for less. (John moves away, understanding she's not well disposed toward him right now)
GRUNCHLK: Hey, baby birthing was not part of the original deal. Hey, we will be renegotiating.
CRICHTON: (he's found Stark, back from his talk with Muoma) How's it going?
STARK: I'll explain the process as best I understand it. When they finish meditating...
MUOMA: We are ready.
STARK: (he approaches her) High Priestess, prepare yourself. (he removes his mask, while she opens her face: the light emerging from Stark's mask is purple-tinged and bathes Muoma's exposed organ; as with Yondalao's passage, the transfer ends abruptly and Muoma's face closes. She gasps in shock and surprise)
MUOMA: The legends are true. Our heritage, Yondalao's knowledge, lies within me.
STARK: It has left me completely. Will you be able to educate the others?
MUOMA: Of course.
CRICHTON: And make peace?
MUOMA: Our numbers are too few. Many more are necessary to make a lasting contribution.
CRICHTON: We might be able to do something about that. (on comms) Jothee, pick up the phone.
NORANTI: Hello, Crichton?
CRICHTON: Noranti, what the hell are you doing?
NORANTI: Rescuing Eidelons. What are you doing?
CRICHTON: Where's Jothee?
NORANTI: Gone on reconnaissance with his men. Their comms are off.
CRICHTON: What's the situation there?
NORANTI: (she's leading a band of Eidelons through another part of the city) Any Eidelon that isn't already dead appears to be hiding with us. Upwards of 100, I'd say. I'm in charge, Crichton. Jothee has made me an honorary commando.
CRICHTON: Tell me he didn't give you a gun.
NORANTI: Most certainly. But pulse packs are in short supply so it's not loaded.
D'ARGO: Moya won't be able to pick them up all together. She'll barely be able to take us.
CRICHTON: Listen, Grandma, call us when Jothee gets back.
NORANTI: There's a lot happening, but I'll try and remember. I have to go now.
CRICHTON: (to Muoma) We can get you 100.
MUOMA: If we were all to be reunited, peace is possible.
CRICHTON: Just keep doing your thing. We'll get you there. (he goes to Stark and grabs him affectionately by the nape of his neck, holding their foreheads together in a gesture very similar to Zhaan's) Fantastic job. You're the Johnny Appleseed of detente.
STARK: Thank you. Thank you. (a bit puzzled) Johnny Appleseed?
(cut to the exterior of the temple: Scarrans and Charrids are grouping for another assault - inside the temple, the Diagnosan is tending to Aeryn, with little or no results)
AERYN: (to the Diagnosan) Enough! Don't touch me! Everything he does causes more pain.
CRICHTON: This woman could chew her own arm off. What is going on?
DIAGNOSAN: (Diagnosan speech)
CRICHTON: No, no. No hablo Diagnosan. (to Grunchlk) What the hell's he saying?
GRUNCHLK: The baby's turned round. In a bad way. Tangled in the cord. (angrily) And the translation is extra!
DIAGNOSAN: (making an effort to be speak in their language) Entangled. Breached. Must manipulate.
CRICHTON: But you can fix it, right? (the Scarrans start their attack and the Diagnosan is the first casualty)
GRUNCHLK: They're here!
BRACA: Return fire!
(a violent firefight ensues)
CRICHTON: (protecting Aeryn and starting to fire at the assailants) Aeryn, get down! You have to give birth!
D'ARGO: Key for their muzzle fire.
SGT. LEARKO: Frelling Scarrans!
SCORPIUS: They will charge! Use your weapon!
CRICHTON: Pip, I need your help. (to Aeryn) Stay down!
CHIANA: We're way outnumbered.
CRICHTON: Our number's about to grow by one. Can you help Aeryn?
AERYN: I'll do it myself.
CRICHTON: The baby is breached.
CHIANA: (half angry, half terrified) I can't birth her narl. I don't want a narl. (Aeryn takes advantage of Crichton's distraction to fire a few rounds) I hate narls. I'm still a narl myself.
CRICHTON: You helped Moya give birth.
CHIANA: I blew out a wall and three tiers.
AERYN: I concur.
CRICHTON: The baby's head is up. It has to be down. Don't make any structural changes. (to Aeryn) I'll be right back. (he reaches D'Argo's side) Mind if I borrow your knife?
D'ARGO: Careful, it's sharp.
CRICHTON: How are we looking?
D'ARGO: Stay here. We're not looking too good.
CRICHTON: (to Scorpius and Sikozu) Scarran experts, what are our tactical options?
SCORPIUS: In this position, very limited.
SIKOZU: A distraction and a break. Some make it, some don't.
D'ARGO: We've got to stay. We've got no choice. Pilot isn't ready.
CRICHTON: You heard the man. Batten down the hatches. We stay and defend.
(Chiana is trying to act the midwife, while Aeryn keeps shooting her rifle)
CHIANA: Crichton! Crichton! (John comes back to them) Uncooperative. Twisted up. She's having it.
AERYN: I need you.
CRICHTON: I'm here, baby.
AERYN: I need you to reload my weapon.
CHIANA: If she keeps firing it past my head, I quit!
CHIANA: Listen, if she doesn't stay still, I can't do this.
AERYN: If I don't fire, we're dead.
CRICHTON: Sweetheart, for once let me cover you. (to Chiana) Can you do this?
CHIANA: Yes. Maybe if she stays still.
AERYN: Shooting makes me feel better.
AERYN: All right! But do it quickly. (she hands her rifle to John)
CHIANA: Come on. One, two, three. (she pushes on Aeryn's belly, making her scream)
JOTHEE: (on comms) Crichton!
CRICHTON: Jothee, you're back. We were worried about you.
JOTHEE: Biggest threat so far is this crazy old witch you travel with. How're things going?
CRICHTON: We're deep in it. We're gonna try to make a break for Moya. You guys got a plan?
JOTHEE: Found a nice Scarran transport vessel. Should hold all the Eidelons.
CRICHTON: Good luck!
(the fight continues unabated, and in some cases it's not firearms only - it's hand to hand combat - cut to Ahkna's command position)
SCARRAN SOLDIER: I believe one of our empty troop vessels is under attack. Comms went silent after an initial transmission burst.
AHKNA: We have others. Ignore it. How long before your engineers are ready here?
SCARRAN SOLDIER: Moments, Minister.
(cut to the temple)
PK SOLDIER: They're charging!
SCORPIUS: Fall back! Reinforce the defense perimeter. Draw them in!
PK SOLDIER: Move back! Move back!
(Chiana is drawing Aeryn toward the fountain - Aeryn has found another gun and rejoined the fight)
CHIANA: Hey, all right, listen. - We gotta get you in the fountain.
CHIANA: Into the fountain.
AERYN: You get in. It's the most exposed position, Chiana!
CHIANA: It's better for the baby. It's cleaner, safer. Hey, do you want this thing out of you or not?
(the defense perimeter is breached and Scarran try to get in)
SCORPIUS: Hold your positions and fire!
(the assailants are met by a ferocious resistance: even Rygel contributes - one of the Charrids is tackled by John, who subdues him and throws him into the fountain - so much for Chiana's cleaner and safer. John rejoins the two women, handing back the rifle to Aeryn)
CRICHTON: Hey, you all right?
AERYN: You all right?
CHIANA: Okay. We're gonna get you up, in the fountain.
AERYN: No! (by now she's constantly moaning in pain)
(cut to the defense perimeter, where the survivors are trying to regroup their forces)
BRACA: Build a barricade.
PK SOLDIER: Yes, sir.
(D'Argo sees Sgt. Learko on the ground, mortally wounded)
SGT. LEARKO: Say hello to the... Kliva for me. Tell him... Tell him it was an honor to serve.
(D'Argo closes Learko's eyes, clearly moved - nearby Scorpius notices a wounded soldier collapsed on the ground and holds him up by the collar)
SCORPIUS: Up. Soldier, your wounds mean nothing! Attend to your position!
GRUNCHLK: Crichton! Crichton! Untie me. Give me a weapon. I'll only shoot myself. Honest!
SCORPIUS: Leave the dead! Reload.
GRUNCHLK: (to Rygel, who's pointing his weapon at him, taking guard duty very seriously) Careful.
SCORPIUS: (to Braca) Captain.
BRACA: Yes, sir?
SCORPIUS: We need as many weapons as possible to the breach holes. Sikozu, I have something for you to do. (they move aside)
CRICHTON: (reaching Stark, who's near the Eidelons) Astro.
STARK: We're... Just a few scratches.
CRICHTON: (to Muoma) How long till first light here?
MUOMA: Another arn at most.
CRICHTON: (on comms) Pilot, Pilot, where are you?
PILOT: I am here, Commander.
CRICHTON: Yeah, and when are you gonna be here?
PILOT: Preparations are almost complete. Perhaps in an arn.
CRICHTON: Hopefully we'll be there.
(cut to Chiana and Aeryn, who's in full labor)
CHIANA: Come on, in you go.
CHIANA: Crichton! Crichton! Come on. Come on, in the fountain. (he joins them) OK. Listen, we need raslak. Lots of it. (John finds a flask on the body of a dead Eidelon) Come on, in the fountain. Here we go, here we go. (Chiana takes a long pull from the flask) Okay. I've untangled the baby. You gotta get her in the fountain. She pushes, you pull. I'm done. (Chiana leaves - with the raslak)
AERYN: You're fired!
CRICHTON: Here, get in the fountain. (he tries to help her inside)
(cut to Scorpius and Sikozu, who seem intent in...extra activities in a secluded corner)
SCORPIUS: You like this?
SIKOZU: It's very inventive.
SCORPIUS: I've never met a spy (he throws her to the ground) more resourceful, more tenacious. (he seems to rip something from her back - Sikozu screams) Scarran comms device.
SIKOZU: What did you expect? How long have you known?
SCORPIUS: Long enough for you to service my desires. Unfortunately, your desires no longer serve my needs! (he holds her up by the hair and throws her against a wall)
SIKOZU: They promised to free my people from their servitude!
SCORPIUS: They will not, and you have ruined something unique.
(cut to the fountain: Aeryn is in great pain and is unable to stand still, moving from one side to the other - John removes her gun belt)
AERYN: What are you doing?
CRICHTON: Hold still. All right, Aeryn, we have to get ready. (he gives her D'Argo's knife)
AERYN: Great. I'll cut it out.
CRICHTON: No! It's for your clothes and for the cord.
AERYN: Oh. Right.
CRICHTON: Whoa, whoa, easy, easy. All right, breathe. Breathe with me. Inhale. Exhale. Does anybody have a plan that doesn't involve the word surrender?
BRACA: (he seems more terrified by the sight of Aeryn giving birth than by the idea of a new Scarran attack) There's absolutely no way we can withstand another assault.
D'ARGO: Agreed. Let's go on the offensive. Bring me every weapon we have. I'm gonna create a little diversion.
CRICHTON: Exhale. With me, with me, inhale.
BRACA: (noticing that Scorpius is back - alone) Sir, where's Sikozu?
SCORPIUS: On her final mission for the Scarrans. (as if on cue, the Scarrans begin their attack)
D'ARGO: Get down! Everyone get down!
CHIANA: Too much fun. Can we go now?
(the explosions are giving them no rest - meanwhile, Aeryn's delivery of the baby approaches rapidly)
CRICHTON: I think it's time to push.
AERYN: I can't!
CRICHTON: You can! You can! Push!
CHIANA: (gives a gun to D'Argo) Here!
AERYN: I feel like I'm frelling helpless.
CRICHTON: You're not helpless. I'm here. Come on, push!
AERYN: Wait. Stark!
AERYN: Come here.
STARK: Do you want me to take your pain?
AERYN: No. I want you to marry us.
CRICHTON: Aeryn, we can go to Vegas tomorrow.
AERYN: (screaming, both in pain and frustration) No!
CRICHTON: Marry us! (better not to contradict her...)
RYGEL: (approaching them) Wait, wait, wait.
RYGEL: (regurgitating something inside his hand) Ah. Here. It was with the crystals. I kept it moist for you. (Stark hands it to John)
CRICHTON: It's my mom's ring.
AERYN: (sarcastic) That's wonderful!
RYGEL: You didn't think I'd go back into that cold ocean for nothing!
AERYN: Quick, quick!
CRICHTON: (to Stark) Come on!
STARK: (mutters some incomprehensible words)
D'ARGO: Idiot! That's a Sheyang prayer for the dead. (Aeryn slaps him, hard)
STARK: (some more incomprehensible words)
CHIANA: Delvian puberty rite. (another slap)
STARK: Okay, okay. You two love each other?
STARK: Enough to be married forever?
STARK: Then you are. Congratulations. (John puts his mother's ring on her finger)
AERYN: Thank you! (they kiss)
(a violent explosion occurs near them, and some rocky debris hit Rygel, who falls unconscious to the ground)
STARK: (runs to the Hynerian's side) Rygel! He's alive!
D'ARGO: Here, stick him in this bag. We'll carry him. (on comms) Jothee! Jothee!
JOTHEE: (he's leading some Eidelons survivors through the city ruins) Father, I don't think we're gonna be able to get to you.
D'ARGO: If we're gonna make it to Moya, it's gonna have to be further away from the battle.
JOTHEE: Can you get past the Scarran lines?
D'ARGO: Yeah, we got a chance. Yes.
(cut to the fountain: Aeryn is by now screaming beyond control)
CRICHTON: Just one more time!
CRICHTON: Now push! Push, push, push, push! Push! Its head. (he takes the baby out of Aeryn and brings it out of the water) Wow! (he cuts the cord, then looks at the baby in wonder - they both do, as if they can't believe their eyes) We have a son. (he laughs) We have a son!
AERYN: We did it.
CRICHTON: I love you.
AERYN: I love you too. (they kiss, while the child looks at them as if wondering what the fuss is all about) Hey. - Could you do me a favor?
CRICHTON: You name it.
AERYN: Can you get us out of here?
(cut to the battle, which is still raging ferociously - it must be a little later, because we see John advance, shooting with both hands, flanked by D'Argo and followed by Aeryn, who's shooting with her right hand, while her left arm holds her bundled baby, and then everybody else - they all make their way out of the temple, killing everyone that tries to bar their way. In perfect mirror motion, John and Aeryn reload their weapons and resume their progress.)
(cut to Ahkna leading her soldiers)
AHKNA: Fall back! Take high positions! Ambush them in the street.
(cut to a deserted street: Grunchlk is making his painful way out of the rubble, when he sees a prone figure - it's Sikozu, hurt but still alive.
Cut to another part of the city, seemingly quiet and devoid of Scarrans.)
CHIANA: Frell! Where are they?
CRICHTON: (cautiously advancing and calling on comms) Pilot, we're on the move.
PILOT: I have to bring Moya's propulsion up to maximum to break free of the seabed.
CRICHTON: No one I'd rather have in charge. We'll be there. (the others advance just as cautiously)
D'ARGO: How's your honeymoon?
CRICHTON: Well, the brochure was better.
AERYN: (signalling the people behind her to stop and looking at the ground) There's too many boot prints, and they're fresh. We're not alone. (an explosion rocks the ground, and she motions the others to take cover) Inside!
D'ARGO: Get back! Get back!
BRACA: There's too many!
D'ARGO: Take cover! Come on, go, go, go! (they all hide behind a makeshift barricade)
CRICHTON: I hear Bolivia is perfect for a honeymoon.
(cut to Ahkna)
SCARRAN SOLDIER: They're pinned down, War Minister.
AHKNA: (speaks a few words in Scarran) Supply the troops in the buildings with missiles.
(cut back to Crichton and Co.)
CRICHTON: We get hit with any more of those missiles, and we are Spam!
BRACA: We'll try for that building. Set up a crossfire so we can move.
AERYN: Go! Cover fire now! (they try the sortie, but the Scarrans fire on them mercilessly - Braca is wounded and Scorpius goes to his rescue)
SCORPIUS: Go! Move out!
CRICHTON: All right, one through twenty. Pilot, what's your E.T.A.?
PILOT: We are lifting off now!
CRICHTON: You can be at the cliff when Moya arrives.
SCORPIUS: Not 'til we clear this path!
CHIANA: Oh, that'll be easy.
JOTHEE: (on comms) Sounds like you guys could use some help.
STARK: We thought you were gone.
AERYN: How far away are you?
JOTHEE: A lot closer than you think. (the stolen Scarran ship drops its cloak and prepares to fire on the attackers)
D'ARGO: Okay, everyone down, down. Get down! (Jothee lays down a river of fire)
CHIANA: (egging him on) Again!
JOTHEE: You're good to go. I wish I could pick you up. But along the way, I rescued some stragglers. (we see it's Noranti and the surviving Eidelons) You gonna be all right?
CRICHTON: Yeah. Moya's on the way. Thanks for the help.
D'ARGO: I'm proud of you, son.
JOTHEE: Yeah, it's all genetics, Father. It's like the Luxan lottery.
CRICHTON: Okay, get outta here.
JOTHEE: I'll see you weightless.
CRICHTON: Y'all be careful out there. (to Aeryn) That means you. (they kiss) Let's move.
AERYN: We'll wait for a signal. (the baby starts to cry and she soothes him) Shhh! Now you cry?
(they come out of cover and start toward the direction of the terrace: suddenly, one of the Eidelons supporting Braca is fired on, and falls - they are ambushed by Scarrans. Again.
D'Argo shoulders Chiana out of the way of an attacking Scarran soldier)
D'ARGO: Chiana! (he engages battle with the enemy, who sticks some sort of pike into his chest)
CHIANA: (alarmed) D'Argo?!
D'ARGO: I'm fine. Fine. (he takes the metal rod out of his chest)
CHIANA: Frell! (she goes on a rampage and attacks wildly the Scarrans - the group manages to repel them once again; suddenly, John is taken from behind by Ahkna herself: she points a gun at his throat)
AHKNA: At least you die. (Scorpius hisses in rage, then a shot is fired, hitting Ahkna - it's Aeryn)
AERYN: It's a boy... in case you were wondering. (the war minister falls to the ground - dead - Scorpius proceeds to finish the remaining wounded Scarrans and Charrids)
CRICHTON: (to Aeryn) We're gonna have to get to the meeting point. (she gives the others the "all clear" signal - D'Argo falls to his knees)
AERYN: (kneels in front of him) Can you make it? (D'Argo shakes his head, "no")
CHIANA: Hurry up! D'Argo, hurry up. Come on. (she reaches his side, hopeful, while Aeryn gets to her feet, having understood there is nothing to be done for her friend)
D'ARGO: None of that. Someone has to be here. May as well be me.
CHIANA: No way. Hey. We'll fix you up.
CRICHTON: We have to go.
CHIANA: You'll be fine. Come on.
D'ARGO: More Scarrans will be here before Moya is. I'll stay, you go.
CHIANA: No! (John and Stark, who's carrying the wounded Rygel, approach)
D'ARGO: Yes. This won't heal. It won't fix. It won't...
STARK: I'll take your pain.
D'ARGO: No. Pain is good. Means I'm still alive. (Rygel holds his hand toward D'Argo)
STARK: Then let me help you to the other side.
D'ARGO: Frell, Stark! This is the other side. I was hoping to go back.
STARK: Come on, Rygel. (he takes the Hynerian and moves on, sadly)
CHIANA: Hey, hey. Come on, let's go.
CHIANA: Let's go!
D'ARGO: Give me some pulse rifles. Give me some pulse rifles!
CHIANA: Okay. (it's John's turn to kneel in front of the Luxan)
D'ARGO: (to John, grabbing his vest) It's gonna get uglier soon. You better get going.
CRICHTON: You're the closest friend I have.
D'ARGO: You could've done better.
CRICHTON: Nowhere in the universe.
D'ARGO: You got a lot of life to lead, John. Do big things. Do me a favor? (they're holding hands)
CRICHTON: Name it.
CRICHTON: I'll look after her. I'll take care nothing's gonna happen to her.
D'ARGO: (forcefully) Go away. I wanna speak to Chiana.
CRICHTON: (he laughs with his friend at this final misunderstanding) I'm gonna miss you.
CHIANA: Stop it. No laughing. Don't make him laugh. (she moves John away from D'Argo)
CHIANA: Hey, D'Argo, please don't die.
D'ARGO: We all die.
D'ARGO: I love you.
CHIANA: No, no...
D'ARGO: Take this. (he gives her his Qualta blade) Take this, take this.
CHIANA: I don't want it.
D'ARGO: Take it! John. Take it.
CHIANA: Don't leave me.
D'ARGO: I'll find you.
CHIANA: I love you.
D'ARGO: Come on, I'll find you.
CRICHTON: (grabbing Chiana by the shoulders) The first Scarran you see, you tell him who his daddy is. (he drags away the screaming girl and backs off) Tell him, D'Argo!
PILOT: I'm almost to the surface. Moya senses there are still many Scarran attack ships out there.
(Moya emerges from the ocean's floor toward the sky)
CRICHTON: (he's carrying Chiana in his arms) Get ready to jump.
SCORPIUS: It's safer to fall into the web than risk being scooped up by it.
RYGEL: Give me the baby.
RYGEL: I'll be hovering. I won't fall. He's safer with me. (John nods in Aeryn's direction and she takes the baby's from around her neck and settles him in Rygel's lap - cut to D'Argo: Scarrans and Charrids advance on his position and he starts firing at them)
D'ARGO: I'm your daddy! (he keeps firing and screaming at his attackers, killing them mercilessly)
(cut to the terrace where the survivors are waiting for Moya)
AERYN: Let's do it. (they all get on the balcony's ledge: in the distance, lit by the rising sun, Moya is approaching)
RYGEL: Good luck.
BRACA: We'll need it. (Moya deploys the docking web and the group prepares to jump)
CRICHTON: On my count. One, two, three... jump! (they jump and are caught by the web)
(cut to space, where the battle is still raging: Moya leaves the planet's vicinity at full speed - cut to Pilot's den, where he's talking to John on comms)
CRICHTON: Pilot, have we heard from Jothee yet?
PILOT: Safe. As is the ship they commandeered to rescue the other Eidelons.
(cut to a corridor on Moya, where John and the others are moving toward Command)
CRICHTON: How soon can we rendezvous? We have to get Muoma into play.
PILOT: We can't, Commander. We're on opposite sides of the battle zone. I'm doing all I can to keep us from being destroyed as it is.
(they all reach command: two Eidelons are carrying Braca, and Aeryn recovers her child from Rygel)
RYGEL: I don't care what you say. He's got my nose.
CHIANA: (she's clearly in shock) The frelniks killed my D'Argo.
AERYN: He wanted you to survive. You have to keep your wits. Come on.
SCORPIUS: Even if these three Eidelons on board are enough, I propose...
CRICHTON: Not now! Pilot, have we heard from Staleek or the grand chancellorette?
PILOT: No, Commander.
CRICHTON: (he stops in his tracks, looking at something) How the hell did this get here? (at the center of the Command chamber there is a strange contraption)
PILOT: The DRD's built it to your specifications.
CRICHTON: What changed your mind?
PILOT: Not what. Who.
CRICHTON: (looking at Aeryn, understanding she might be the one who changed Pilot's mind) It's operational?
PILOT: As far as I can tell.
SCORPIUS: This will make a wormhole weapon, yes?
AERYN: I thought this is what you wanted.
CRICHTON: At the time. Not now. Not ever really.
AERYN: Pilot, can we run?
PILOT: We're too damaged to starburst. And the Peacekeepers and Scarrans seem as intent on annihilating us as they are each other.
CRICHTON: (on comms) Jothee, Jothee, can you hear me?
JOTHEE: Pretty tight over here. I can't make it to you.
CRICHTON: Cut loose. Get clear. You understand me?
JOTHEE: Copy. Everybody safe?
CRICHTON: (he exchanges a significant look with Aeryn) It's a little crazy around here for roll call now. Just get as far away as you can. We'll catch up.
CHIANA: (she screams in rage and sticks D'Argo's Qualta blade into one of the consoles in Command, then moves over to John, and grabs him by the shoulders) Hey, come here. Kill the frellniks. And kill their mothers too. If you can kill them slowly, do it.
RYGEL: Back off, Chiana.
CHIANA: (she turns fiercely on him) Keep away! D'Argo's dead. Do you think I frelling care what I do to you?
RYGEL: (calmly) Yes.
PILOT: (from the den) Ka D'Argo is...dead?
AERYN: Yes, Pilot. (her voice breaks) Saving us. (Pilot looks frozen)
(explosions from the battle keep rocking Moya)
SCORPIUS: (whispering) Crichton... (John is half-kneeling on the floor, clearly in turmoil)
AERYN: (she kneels beside him) Is there another way?
CRICHTON: I don't see one. Do you? It's worse than you think.
AERYN: Is it worse than D'Argo being blown to pieces? Is it worse than our son dying? (she caresses the baby's face with a finger) Is it worse than living with this? (she holds his face between her hands, and he briefly squeezes her hands with his, then he gets to his feet and, under the watchful eyes of Scorpius moves over to the machine in the center of the room: some sort of canopy lowers over the his head and chest and he holds two of the bars which slant down from the canopy. He's bathed by a bluish light. He then addresses Scorpius)
CRICHTON: Come here. Closer. (Scorpius now faces him) You wanna see it? The thing you've been chasing my ass all over the universe for? Torturing me, my wife, my friends for? Wormhole weapon. You wanna see it?
SCORPIUS: I beg you.
CRICHTON: That's not good enough. Say please.
CRICHTON: Pretty please.
SCORPIUS: Pretty please.
CRICHTON: With a cherry on top.
SCORPIUS: With a cherry on top.
CRICHTON: Happy birthday. Now get outta my sight. (Scorpius hisses - John activates the machine and the bluish light intensifies - the scene then cuts to Moya's starburst chamber, where energy is collecting and slowly rising from its depths.
Cut back to John: a close-up of his eye shows the energy circle of a starburst reflected in it, then the scene shifts to space, where the starburst energy, instead of propelling Moya away, is directed forward - out into space, where a brilliant blue circle forms.) Behold, the wormhole weapon.
CRICHTON: Yeah. Ain't it beautiful? (he comes out from under the machine, and looks outside from the big viewport)
SCORPIUS: Is this some kind of joke?
CRICHTON: Cosmic. Keep watching. Blink and you'll miss it. There. (the brilliant blue circle flares, changes to a yellowish red and doubles its size) Isn't that sweet? Baby's gonna grow. Pilot, are my comms open? It's time for a birth announcement.
PILOT: Comms are open, Commander.
CRICHTON: Attention, ladies and gentlemen, and all ships at sea. If you look out your front window, you will see, by special request, your very own wormhole weapon. (while he speaks, the wormhole doubles again)
CHIANA: Crichton, what's happening?
CRICHTON: The end of all this crap. Hey, Emperor Sleestak, you big upright iguana. What does it look like from the Death Star?
(cut to the Decimator)
SCARRAN OFFICER: Sir, do you wish to respond?
STALEEK: Yes. Increase fire power.
SCARRAN OFFICER: Increased rate of fire.
STALEEK: And begin reverse thrust. Pull us out of here.
SCARRAN OFFICER: Reverse thrust, one quarter.
(cut to Moya)
CRICHTON: Can I get a huzzah from the grand Peacekeeper bitch? Wormhole at 12:00, Lucy.
(cut to Grayza's carrier)
GRAYZA: Ignore that hail. Continue all guns against the Decimator.
PK OFFICER: Ma'am, that object is beginning to exert a gravitational pull on us.
GRAYZA: Steadily retreat while continuing to fire.
(cut to space, where the wormhole keeps widening - cut to Moya)
CRICHTON: Unbelievable. Nobody has anything to say.
RYGEL: How big is that thing gonna get?
CRICHTON: Big. (cut to space: by now, the wormhole looks like a too-near, too-big sun close to the battlefield - cut back to Moya) Okay, boys and girls, here are the rules. Find a penny, pick it up. Double it. You've got two pennies. Double it again. Four. Double it 27 times, and you've got a million dollars and the IRS all over your ass. (Scorpius looks worried) Round and round and round it goes. Where it stops, nobody knows. But it all adds up... quick.
(cut to the Decimator)
STALEEK: What do you mean we cannot reverse thrust?
SCARRAN OFFICER: We can't because it's just not working.
(cut to Grayza's carrier)
PK OFFICER: We're trapped here, ma'am.
(cut to Moya)
CRICHTON: Pilot, how you doin'?
PILOT: Acceptable, Commander. Though Moya and I are beginning to question whether it makes any difference. We have tried to retreat from the wormhole, but are unable to escape.
CRICHTON: I know, I know, Pilot. Our destinies are no longer in our own hands.
(in space, the wormhole looks like a slowly spreading conflagration, and it's already engulfing the nearest ships, pulverising them - then it reaches Qujaga and the planet breaks up in big chunks)
MUOMA: Oh, Diminosh! My world..! (Stark moves to hold her, she looks like she's ready to faint)
(cut to space, the destruction on the fringe of the wormhole goes on - cut to the Decimator)
STALEEK: Cease fire! Cease fire!
(cut to Grayza's carrier)
PK OFFICER: Ma'am, your orders?
GRAYZA: Hold all salvos. Silence the guns.
(in space, the center of the wormhole is like a black hungry mouth, rimmed in fire - the scene briefly cuts first to Staleek, then to Grayza watching the destruction operated by the wormhole - cut to Moya)
RYGEL: What have you done, Crichton?
CRICHTON: (angry, and getting angrier) What did you ask me to do, Sparky? "Crichton, please make the wormhole so we can all have peace." "Crichton, you gotta make the wormhole. We all want peace!" "Crichton, make the damn wormhole. We gotta have peace!" (he faces Rygel, screaming at him) How many times did you say that, Sparky? Pip? Wormhole. Peace. Peace. Wormhole. (he now confronts Scorpius) How many times, mister, "I beg you, please with a cherry on top"? (he turns to Aeryn, whispering in a defeated voice) I'm sorry. I tried to explain it. I tried to tell them all.
AERYN: (she knows she has to be strong for him) You do what you have to do.
CRICHTON: Kiss me. (they kiss, while outside the destruction goes on unabated, then they look at each other, desperation in their faces, and at their child; Aeryn gives him a firmly encouraging look and he moves away from her) Here's how it lays out. Are you listening, Staleek?
STALEEK: I am listening.
CRICHTON: (while he speaks, in the background Aeryn is caressing their child tenderly) Wormhole weapons do not make peace. Wormhole weapons don't even make war. They make total destruction. Annihilation. Armageddon. People make peace.
CHIANA: Crichton, can you stop it?
CRICHTON: I don't know, Pip. Maybe it eats the whole galaxy. Monumental black hole. Giant, swirling headstone marking the spot where we all used to live and play and slaughter the innocent.
SCORPIUS: This is insane, Crichton!
CRICHTON: (barking a laugh) God! Four years on and you're finally getting that. (outside, the wormhole is almost upon them)
GRAYZA: You will not go through with this.
CRICHTON: (angry) I already have!
STALEEK: I agree. You are weak. You will not sacrifice the woman and your offspring.
AERYN: Our son will be raised in peace.
CRICHTON: Amen. You hear that, you bastards? All or nothing. Wormhole doubles two more times, Moya goes first. Twenty seconds later, you join us. Either way, this war is over. Peace! (the firestorm at the edge of the wormhole is getting nearer to the PK carrier)
GRAYZA: (caressing her pregnant belly) For the sake of our children, I will agree to a settlement.
STARK: (he's using the same hand gesture before his face which Zhaan used) May the spirit of peace descend on Staleek. May the spirit of peace descend on Staleek.
CHIANA: (holding one of his hands) Say some for me. I don't know any
RYGEL: If it is the largest black hole, then it's a death worthy of a Dominar.
(the wormhole is now near the Decimator, too)
STALEEK: Peace. Agreed.
CRICHTON: (moving toward the machine) The Eidelons participate? A real peace?
GRAYZA: Stop this thing.
(John goes under the canopy and closes his eyes: the blue light envelops his head and he sees Einstein's face, one hand moving toward him - John screams in pain; Moya is about to be enveloped by the wormhole, when it suddenly disappears.
There is an explosion at the back of the machine, while John crashes facedown to the floor)
AERYN: (runs to him) John? John?! John! John! (his eyes are open, but he's unresponsive: Aeryn tries to turn him over, still holding the baby, and screaming. Scorpius turns and leaves the chamber) Somebody help me! (they seem too stunned to move) Somebody help me! (Chiana and Stark break away from their shock and go to her) Somebody help me! Wake up! Wake up! No!
(cut to space: Moya, a PK carrier and Staleeks' Decimator are floating close - cut to Moya's interior: the corridors are a shambles, thrown equipment everywhere, sparks flying, pools of water on the floors. In the room where John is lying motionless, we see a close-up of his face: the eyes are open, but he's not *there*; in Command, the peace treaty is being signed by Staleek and Grayza, with the supervision of Muoma and the Eidelons.
Scorpius looks meaningfully first at Grayza, then at the Emperor: both of them appear uncomfortable under his satisfied stare.
In John's room, Stark is talking to him)
STARK: Crichton, (he sits beside the bed) whenever we cross paths, I leave the encounter transformed. And no more so than on this occasion. Thanks to you, I have found my own internal peace. (he takes away his mask: no more bright light shining from his face, only what looks like scar tissue) Remember me, John. (he places the mask under John's hand) Till we meet again. (he gets to his feet and leaves, briefly squeezing Aeryn's shoulder: we see now she was in the room - she looks hopeless, but she touches Stark's hand in return)
(in another chamber, Jothee is asking Chiana about D'Argo's death)
JOTHEE: Did he suffer?
CHIANA: Are you kidding? They suffered.
JOTHEE: Are you going to Hyneria? (she nods, and then she turns toward him: she's crying. She then hands him D'Argo's Qualta blade)
CHIANA: He wanted you to have this.
(cut back to John: in a flash we see the inside of his mind - he's in a white room, reminiscent of the final scenes from "2001", wearing a space suit, and Harvey is lying in a bed, like a dying man: his leather mask is whitish-gray, instead of the usual black, and he's dressed all in white)
HARVEY: I had toyed with Slim Pickens on the bomb. Yeeeh ahh! But this feels far more appropriate to the moment. Don't you think? Now that Einstein has removed all wormhole weapon knowledge, my purpose is fulfilled. We've done everything we can together, John. Somehow you'll have to make all your future decisions on your own. (at the foot of the bed there is a black monolith like in "2001") My eradication program has begun to remove all vestiges of me. Soon... I'll be nothing but a pleasant remembrance... of the good old days. (Harvey raises his hand toward John, who stands silently at the foot of the bed, the monolith at his back) Good-bye, John. Thanks for your memories.
(back to the unconscious John: Aeryn is speaking to him, in a tired, broken voice)
AERYN: You did it, John. There's no more dying. You know, it's strange. It almost took me losing this little one to fully understand motherhood. (she's holding the baby in her arms, while sitting on the bed beside John) And I love it. (she kisses the baby's forehead) And all of a sudden three is not such a scary number. (she places the baby beside the unresponsive John) Here we go. Shhh... But no matter how wonderful this is, I will not accept it as a trade-off for losing you. (adjusting the cover around the baby, she gets to her feet and moves a few paces away; suddenly, John takes a startled breath and turns on his side, seeing the baby)
CRICHTON: What are you doing here? (he softly kisses the baby's head, while Aeryn, from her place of observation, watches them with a hand on her mouth to repress her joyous sobs) Boo! Did I scare you? 'Cause you scared me. Shh...Crichton's don't cry...often...or for very long. Where's your mother? (Aeryn now smiles through her tears)
(cut to the terrace: John and Aeryn enter, with the baby in her arms)
AERYN: That's it, open your eyes. You see all these stars? They're yours.
CRICHTON: Except that one. That one's yours. Here. Let's do this.
AERYN: (she hands John the baby) There you go.
CRICHTON: Come here, buddy. Yep. (he places the baby on some sort of altar, covered in soft blankets - they both look at the baby, then John gives Aeryn a nod)
AERYN: Your father and I want you to have the name that means courage and strength. So we have chosen D'Argo Sun Crichton. (there are tears in her eyes)
CRICHTON: Little D, we don't know what life has in store for you, but whatever it is, you'll figure something out. (they smile at each other)
AERYN: But you will never walk alone.
CRICHTON: And God willing, you'll never know war. Instead... (he holds D'Argo up) Come here. Your mother was right.
AERYN: Your mother is always right.
CRICHTON: Get used to that. You ready? (he holds the baby higher, facing the vista of stars from the terrace) This is your playground.
(the camera pans away from Moya and we see the Leviathan move among the stars)