Farscape (1999–2003): Season 1, Episode 22 - Family Ties - full transcript

Oh, you have got to be kidding!

Tell me there is some kind of
sick punchline coming.

Unfortunately, John, it's true.

Great!
Abso-fudging-lutely great.

We must go after him.

No, two pods out there would
just compound the problem.

No change in his course.

He's accelerating away
from Moya.

Let's be anything but surprised.

Our weakest link is often
the smallest.

Can't we do something? He's
about to exit the asteroid field.



Peacekeepers haven't spotted him
yet, but they will shortly. Pilot?

I shall attempt to contact
him again.

Rygel, please respond.

Your Eminence,
I beg you, respond.

Remember, Rygel, Moya's
baby has weaponry.

Rygel's already too distant, and
the asteroids block a clear salvo.

Rygel, listen to me.

And listen very, very carefully.

Hmm?

Tre bawk ru fishalto chenias
prami bukeko.

Huh.

What the hell did you just say?

Something about his corpse
and a body function.

Oh, that'll help.



Rygel, what you are
doing is wrong.

To you, maybe.

Rygel, they'll take
your head off.

Whatever deal you cut with them,
Crais will never honor it.

Rygel, kill your engines,
float dead.

Maybe they won't spot you;
let's talk about this.

And isn't that the whole
point, Crichton?

That's all your people
ever do is talk.

I am a Dominar of action.

One unarmed transport flying
straight towards us.

Makes no sense.

A pity we can't follow its
trail back to the Leviathan.

Any other vessels in motion
out there?

Just our own outbound Marauder
with the alien girl you adopted.

Have you found my Security
Officer assigned to watch her?

Why would the Hynerian be
traveling alone?

Perhaps he wishes to become
part of your collection.

This is just a game
to you, isn't it?

On the contrary.

I care a great deal about
one thing.

The knowledge of wormhole technologies the
human Crichton holds locked in his memory.

Sirs. This Hynerian royal was alone
aboard the Leviathan transport.

You want the Leviathan,

the Leviathan gunship offspring,

the other escaped prisoners,

the defector Aeryn Sun,

and especially you want the
one called Crichton.

Well, I want my freedom.

Interested?

My name is John Crichton,
an astronaut...

...a radiation wave hit and I
got shot through a wormhole...

Now I'm lost in some distant
part of the universe on a ship.

A living ship full of strange
alien life-forms...

Help me...

Listen, please.

Is there anybody out there
who can hear me?

...being hunted by an insane
military commander...

...doing everything I can...

I'm just looking for
a way home.

They may not be on their way
now, but they will be coming.

If the Peacekeepers knew where we
were, D'Argo, they'd be here already.

Look, is it possible he's
just stalling for us?

Right. Okay. Well, let's think
this through. What do we know?

The map of this asteroid field
you took from the botanist

has allowed Pilot to plot Starburst
path away from the Peacekeepers.

Moya will not abandon her baby.

Who is too young to Starburst
on his own.

Is there any way we can use the
offspring's weaponry to our advantage?

Well, against a Command Carrier, until he's
fully grown, it'll be like throwing stones.

Well I can tell you this for
free. I will not be taken alive.

I've been in the goddamn chair
and I am not going back in it.

I know of the concept, but
there is no Luxan word for it.

- Suicide?
- I am not talking about suicide.

But it doesn't look like we're
going to get out of this one,

and if we're going to go down,
I want to go down swinging.

Then we shall do so together.

Oh, just to be in the warm glow
of all this testosterone.

The smallest ship Crais and Scorpius
will send can overpower us effortlessly.

Okay. What'd we see?

Rygel flew that Transport
right into their ship.

Presumably screaming "I
surrender" all the way.

Yeah, but what if one of us did the
same thing, but at the last second,

veered off straight into the
bridge? A Trojan horse.

Won't cripple their operations.

And what if the transport is
loaded down with explosives?

What if we blow the holy hell
out of their nerve center?

Would that buy us enough time
for the rest of us to get away?

That's your third helping.

Mmm. That's for my
third stomach.

That's what happens, you see?

By the time it's full, the
first one's empty again.

Dominar Rygel, my Gammak Base
is but a short distance away.

Once seated in my Aurora Chair,
your hunger pangs...

will be the least of
your discomforts.

Um, with all due respect, wrong.

You won't get anything
out of me that way.

Ask him.

My physiology won't
tolerate it.

He would be dead
almost instantly.

Oh, no need to travel to
accommodate that.

Look, if I were afraid, I
wouldn't have come, would I?

Pass the terleum mollusks,
please?

I believe your offer

was the capture of John Crichton
in exchange for your own freedom.

And the Leviathan and
the others...

Insignificant, Captain.

A simple deal, to which I agree.

Hardly simple.

I also require a ship, a qualified
crew, negotiable currency,

a map to my home world
and a full pardon.

You're lying.

All right, I could
forego the cash.

You're lying about why
you're here.

No, I'm not.

You're wasting our time.

Imprison him.

We will capture the others
in due course.

I don't think so.

Look, I know him.

John Crichton will not
be taken alive.

Now he's telling the truth.

And are you willing to help me
capture the human, Crichton?

I will not!

You can't make me.

Listen, Chiana, it is
the only way.

What do you care?
You'll be dead!

You are the only one of us who
the Peacekeepers do not hunt.

I went down to their base with
Crichton. They know who I am.

That is why you must wear
these restraints.

I doubt I'll be able to subdue
them with those.

When they board Moya, lock
yourself in one of the cells,

slip these on and maintain no
matter how many times they ask,

that we forced you to help.

Don't tell me how to lie. It's
one of the best things I do!

You are a real pain in the eema!

But one that I have
grown to enjoy.

Exactly how volatile is
this lutra oil?

Not at all.

But once it's injected into
containers filled with kronite shavings

from the floor of Moya's
cargo hold,

the mix becomes
highly explosive.

Almost anything will
set it off.

Say like, a high-speed impact?

John, are you sure there's
no other way?

Oh, yeah.

Ah, the tools of the
chief anarchist.

John?

I've made new family here
surrounded by all of you

but now I sense it's
coming to an end.

Well, it's a Jerry Springer
kind of family,

but for what it's worth, Zhaan,

you are family.

I appreciate your concern, Officer Sun,
but I no longer require a chaperone.

Are you sure, Pilot?

You seemed quite upset.

Yes.

Moya is terrified for her
offspring and herself.

That anxiety translates through
her being into mine.

Combine it with my
own fear, and...

Pretty potent adrenaline surge
for you. I understand.

Officer Sun.

Aeryn.

You and I, we've shared quite a lot
in the time we have been together.

DNA, for one.

You've helped me learn some
rudimentary science.

You've kept me alive when
no one else could.

There's no reason we all
need to be recaptured.

You have your Prowler.

Don't think that option hasn't
entered my mind.

I'm not going anywhere.

Moya wants to know, have you come
up with a name for her offspring yet?

In case something happens.

She doesn't want her son named
by the Peacekeepers.

Please tell Moya that it remains
my honor to name her son.

It will be a good, strong name
that he will bear proudly.

In freedom, if I have anything
to say about it.

I will tell her.

Toward that end, we need the DRDs to start
scooping kronite shavings from the cargo holds.

Dad...

this is probably the last note
in a bottle you're going to get.

Things have gone bad
here and, uh...

Why don't I just start screaming
and leave him a really happy memory?

Is he anything like
the man I met?

Oh...

no, no, no, no.

The man you met was an alien
who'd taken the form of my father.

But he was constructed from your
memories, so was it accurate?

A little idealized but,
uh... mostly, yeah.

You're lucky, you know.

When I was very young,
one night,

a soldier appeared over
my bunk,

battle hardened, scarred.

Cool, your father.

My mother.

She told me that I wasn't merely an accident
or a genetic birthing to fill the ranks,

that she and a male that she had
cared about had chosen to yield a life.

Mine.

And what about your father?

I know even less.

Well...

leave him a message.

You never know.

He might get it.

Excuse me.

Do you mind?

You have eaten.

You have bathed.

What next? A nap?

Hmm, as a matter of fact...

We must talk about your future.

Hmph! You're clearly not the
one to decide my future, Crais.

What do you mean?

Well, you've lost control here,
haven't you?

Not that it troubles me, but
this Scorpius fellow.

He's obviously the one
in power now.

Be that as it may, allow me to
make a case for my value in these...

negotiations, Your Highness.

Hmm?

You madman!

Do you know what this is?

You madman!

This is your death certificate.
Proof you expired.

You're early.
Come back tomorrow.

I am not your reaper.

Scorpius is.

Did you really think you could strike an honest
bargain with a Scarran half-breed like him?

The moment Crichton is in custody
he's ordered your execution

to show everyone what he
thinks of traitors.

Slow death.

Why tell me?

Because ironically, we find
ourselves in similar situations.

No matter what I do, I have no life beyond
court-martial, incarceration, execution.

So what do you want?

To survive, as you do.

And just how do we do that?

What the frell is he
doing back?

You know what he's doing back.
It's a trap.

He was assuring Pilot
that it wasn't.

And you believe him.

Well, he wasn't followed.

Which makes no sense.

This is definitely a trap.

They wouldn’t just let Rygel
go, I'm sure of that.

If given provocation, I will
shoot him in such a way

that he still is able to answer
all your questions.

No Peacekeeper tail ships.

So far.

Moya's sensors detect no military
activity directed towards us.

Please don't shoot.

Of course, I would have demanded
the same precautions myself.

Off the Throne Sled, Rygel, and
face down on the ground.

Well, hardly. Then I'd miss your
reaction to whatever's about to happen.

And please, whatever your reaction,
don't let it include weapons fire.

My boy Crais!

Clearly an awkward situation.

However, I have asked Dominar
Rygel the Sixteenth for asylum,

and he has accepted.

By the goddess, that's insane.

What do you need asylum from?

Before I can answer your
questions,

I would feel safer in protective
custody, with passions calmer.

Protective custody.

Pilot, have the DRDs check the
Transport for tracking devices.

At once. Chiana, reinstate the
cell door functions on Tier Seven.

With pleasure.

Move it.

As you can see, I am unarmed.

As you can see, I'm
also unarmed.

You've always said you
wanted to kill me.

You knew.

You knew all along.

Tell them.

Tell them!

Ka D'Argo did not commit the
crime that he was imprisoned for.

His mate was killed by
someone else.

Her own brother. A Peacekeeper.

You knew, and you kept
him in chains?

No matter what I knew, only a tribunal
order can release a convicted murderer.

Easy answer.

There is much in life
that is unfair.

We are all proof of that.

If life was fair, you'd be dead.

So.

Is there anything you want
to say to me?

I think we covered it all when you
left me for dead in the Aurora Chair.

Good.

I'm going to go and check out their
Transport. I still don't trust either of them.

What are you doing here, Crais?

Really.

I believe my best chance is to let the
Hynerian explain my position to you.

You're letting Rygel be
your advocate?

You're worse off than you look.

If you'd seen Crais aboard his
own ship, you'd know it was no act.

This Scorpius character is carrying
Crais' mivonks around in his hip pocket.

So you decided to take pity
on poor Captain Crais.

I don't take pity on orphans,
much less that butcher.

However, as the mind that
engineered our original escape

and virtually every correct decision
since then, I recognize his value.

Like Crais is really going
to help us.

No choice. He's a walking
corpse on his own ship.

All the more reason why
Scorpius would not let him go.

Again, for the tiny part of your
brain that calculates strategy,

we didn't present it that way.

Crais told Scorpius that, if he
came here under a flag of truce,

he'd be able to convince
you all to surrender.

So Crais must know what
they're planning.

Well, that could be
useful to us.

Possibly.

But something went wrong.

You went there to sell
us out, Rygel.

You bet your shiny blue ass,
I did.

But I didn't. So make the
most of it now.

Zhaan, do I inject the catalyst into every
one of these kronite shaving containers,

or only the first row?

She didn't say.

Perhaps she doesn't even know.

D'Argo, there won't be much
time later.

I know.

We've had our differences, but
you've become someone I rely on now.

I have become similarly
affected.

I'm sorry I didn't get a chance
to meet your son Jothee.

I miss being a part of his life
more and more each day.

Your blood runs through him,
D'Argo. That's influence enough.

I'm sure he's very
much like you.

Hopefully his mother's nose.

I always thought I would
live much longer.

I never thought I'd live
this long.

Zhaan!

Report, Lieutenant.

As the vector narrows,
our search team is confident

of locating the Leviathan
within several arns.

Excellent, Lieutenant.
Keep me informed.

Any word from Captain Crais?

None, sir.

Sir?

Permission to speak freely?

Of course, Lieutenant. If you weren't
free to, I would not have you here.

If you suspected the Captain might
not return of his own volition,

why did you let him go?

We all have windows
of usefulness.

If we don't take advantage of
them, our careers may fade.

For example,

my instincts tell me that your
career may well be on the rise.

How you doing?

Why would you ask?

I look at you,

and I get homesick.

I'm desperate for human male to
male conversation and I figure...

cars, football, they're
out of the question.

Do you think it's an accident
our species are so much alike?

Do you know the answer to that?

No.

It's one of the mysteries
I will miss solving.

Yeah.

Kind of makes you feel your
mortality, doesn't it?

Being in there.

That's what it's like for us,

every day, every hour,
every minute,

every second with you
riding our asses.

I understand you didn't mean
to kill my brother.

It was an accident.

I realize that now, as I look
back and try to understand it all.

Do you have any idea what
you put me through?

All of us, through?

I thought it was about
my brother.

It should have been about
my brother.

Somewhere along the way
my priorities decayed.

I realized I'd become more concerned
with my own image and career.

Do you mean to help?

Now's the time.

The Transport Pod
is almost loaded.

Zhaan says that there's enough lutra
oil to cause an immense chain reaction.

How long is Scorpius likely
to delay attacking us?

Once he discovers your
location, expect no delay.

Fly a Transport into the bridge
of a Command Carrier?

Suicide.

The ship's sensors will detect
explosive content,

and you will be destroyed
well out of range.

The kronite won't be active
until the catalyst is added.

It will appear to be a
perfectly normal Transport.

With weighted tonnage,
moving slowly?

What do you think, Officer Sun?

It's a long shot but
it's all we've got.

No.

I have another idea.

What does Scorpius value more
than this Leviathan?

I'd wager that precious research
base down on that moon.

The oil-covered moon.

Brilliant.

Light his world on fire.

No, Scorpius is no fool.

He'll never allow it.

Perfect.

If he is as clever as you
all say that he is,

he will see the weight and explosive
content for exactly what it is.

A flying ignition source.

Which would force him
to do what?

Theoretically, to turn and pursue,
closing range to destroy you.

And when they change course?

Moya has the time to get clear of the
asteroid field and Starburst to freedom.

- Solid, D'Argo.
- What about Moya's baby?

Oh, he tucks in close and we take
him through Starburst with us.

Someone still has to
fly it, though.

One of us will have to sacrifice
ourselves for the others.

Your plan is flawed.

Scorpius will not chase
the Transport,

because there's one thing that he
values more than his precious base.

It is not open for discussion.

You're being ridiculous.
We were going to draw lots.

I did draw lots.

I lost, matter closed.

You are not the captain here.

No one is. It is anarchy.

And today, it is my
day to rule.

D'Argo, will you just...

Listen to me!

Time is short, and
so is my temper.

Fetch me some more kronite!

D'Argo insists on flying
this suicide mission

and says I have to stay behind
and deal with Moya's offspring.

Well, he's right.

You're the only one of us
that the baby trusts.

Have you selected a
name for him yet?

No. Any suggestions?

Christening a warship is
out of my purview.

You know, you amaze me
being a priest.

To live in a such a violent world and
yet somehow manage to keep your center.

The instant I committed murder,
I sacrificed my right to exist.

Since then, I view every microt

as a generous yet undeserved
gift from the goddess.

Aeryn...

more kronite.

What's the matter?

You're going flying with that
crazy Luxan, aren't you?

Well, you heard Crais.

Scorpius wants me, and if
I'm in the Transport

it's more likely to draw the Command
Carrier away from the rest of you guys.

Well, uh...

what if other people
want you too?

Is this some sort of weird
alien send-off?

Call it what you like.

I know no other way to thank
you for what you're doing.

Never before the big game, hmm?

But thanks.

You saved my life.

Pass it on.

What?

When someone else needs it,
return the favor.

You pass it on.

High Command has responded
to your communique, sir.

Due to his now prolonged contact with
the fugitives aboard their vessel,

Captain Crais has now been officially
pronounced Irrevocably Contaminated.

You are officially authorized to take control
of the situation as you see appropriate.

Congratulations, sir.

Well, let's prove them correct,
Lieutenant.

Search status?

Any moment and we'll have them.

I suggest we broadcast an
appeal for surrender.

Since that'll only lead to an act of
desperation, we attack unannounced.

Orders of engagement?

Cripple the Leviathan so it
can no longer function.

If the offspring responds to our
signal take it into custody.

If it attempts to
retaliate or flee,

destroy it.

You want Crichton.

What of Captain Crais and
the other fugitives?

Insignificant. Dispensable.

Sir.

Magnificent.

Kal tanega, chivoko.

A crowning glory for whom?

For us, Officer Sun.

Peacekeeper minds who believed that a
Leviathan-warship hybrid was possible.

Are you aware of other attempts
to breed a ship such as this?

Numerous.

All ending disastrously, killing both
mother and child. But now I know why.

Well, the other Leviathans were in
captivity, wearing control collars,

whereas this one was free
when she gave birth.

Your intelligence would qualify
significantly for promotion.

Pity. I don't think a referral
from you would mean anything now.

To answer your question,

this ship will have zero effect on
Scorpius, no matter how it is used.

Unlike his mother, this ship
responds to direct voice command.

By design.

What captain would want a Pilot such as
the one on Moya interpreting his commands?

This ship will never
have a Pilot?

It can support one but why?

Why dilute the direct command
and response possibilities?

Don't get too excited.

If we don't escape from Scorpius
there'll be no possibilities.

Agreed. This ship would have
no part in our escape,

and I repeat, our escape.

Not until it is fully grown.

So let's leave him
right out of it.

You're not joking?
I can have your possessions?

If I die and you don't,
yeah, have at it.

Why?

Well, you're a material kind of
guy, Rygel. Have some material.

What does that mean?

It means, Sparky, that you're
a soulless bastard.

I am not.

Hey, who knows? Maybe you'll
get lucky,

we'll all die, and
you can have all our stuff.

That's not fair.

Sparky, Spanky, Fluffy,
Buckwheat the Sixteenth.

You tried to sell us out.

But I didn't, did I?

They weren't buying, were they?

No.

And I became convinced that after
I turned you in, I would be next.

Oh.

Now how does that taste
in your mouth?

Look, I know I can be selfish,
but given a chance I can usually...

Do what? Do the right thing?

Yes.

Rygel,

I figure the right thing starts
at the beginning of the day,

not after you've been caught.

Thank you.

For the possessions.

Why have you brought
us here, Chiana?

Zhann said we still had half an
arn before the final batch of lutra oil distills down.

So?

So, I, uh...

I wanted to, uh, let you all know how much
I appreciate everything you've done for me.

For each of you...

your favorite dishes.

Krawldar...

smoked pronga sinew...

Hepatian minced stew...

and of course, crispy grolack.

One other thing, Dad.

You remember the day I left?

You told me that every man has a
chance to be his own kind of hero.

Well, I don't think I'm
ever coming home,

so I won't get that
ticker tape parade,

and I doubt that I'm ever
going to have kids

so I won't get a chance to
be a hero to them.

But I think I know what
you meant.

I've got a strange life
here, Dad.

It's different,
but it's my own.

I have people who rely on me,

people who I care about,

people who mystify me,

and people who've become
allies.

Friends.

And people who teach me
patience,

and people who teach me
other things.

Well, you said the time would
come and I think it has.

I have a job to do,
and I am unafraid.

That's what you said when they asked
you what it was like to walk on the moon.

You did good, Dad.

You taught me well.

This is John Crichton,

somewhere in the universe.

Ka dare-e sincono,
apudax a-helio

frotar li pluro sincano.

In the eyes of the goddess,
all are equal, all are worthy.

May your journey bear the
fruits of success, of safety.

Any blessings earned over time
by my soul I now extend to you.

I hate this stuff.

Chicks love it.

You know I'd do the same for
you if it made sense.

No, wait, don't read into that.
It's not what I meant. Umm...

Sparky, it's okay.

I know what you meant, and...

Thanks.

So, you got any final
words of wisdom?

Our pilots are trained to
expect evasive maneuvers.

Fly a direct course.

Right.

Come back to us.

This holds the holo-image of
your mate, Lolaan, and your son.

Make sure that he remembers me.

Remember, if you get this right,

the Peacekeepers will be so
focused on the Transport Pod

they'll never notice the
two of you.

- Zero margin for error.
- I'll be there.

- I can only last a quarter of an arn...
- I'll be there.

I, uh...

I wasn't going to say goodbye.

Neither was I.

A Leviathan transport has
emerged from the asteroid field,

just out of cannon range,
heading silka vector nine...

Toward our Gammak Base?

Apparently, yes. I can engage
the Prowler squadron...

Until you bring me more
information, do nothing, Lieutenant.

It could be Crais.

It could be anything.

Zhaan said to inject the lutra
oil into the largest container.

That will start the
chain reaction.

How much time do we
have after it starts?

She was vague to the point that I
suspect that she doesn't have a clue.

Excellent.

Commander Crichton?

Ka D'Argo, come in.

Pilot, what happened to
maintaining comm silence?

Pointless now.

Peacekeeper voice traffic
indicates

they are now aware of your
presence and your destination.

Are they following us?

Negative. They remain poised to
discover us at any moment.

Good luck to you both.

The visual image is
still processing,

but our intra-scan reveals the Luxan
and the human to be aboard the Transport.

Break position. Go after them.

And notify the base. Tell them
to expect to come under attack.

But, sir, it's just one...

Do it!

How you doing?

I have to pee.

It worked.

The Peacekeepers are withdrawing
to chase Crichton and D'Argo.

Is there enough room for us to
Starburst to safety yet?

Not yet.

And we're going to give Aeryn
every chance we can to rescue them.

Why risk it?
They volunteered for this!

Oh, quiet, Rygel!

Pilot, please make sure the
baby Leviathan understands

that once Moya Starbursts he must stay
close enough to be sucked along behind us.

Yes, I will.

All pursuing Prowler Commanders.

This is Scorpius.

The occupants of that Transport
are to be taken alive.

That is my direct,
inviolate order.

There's a fleet of bogies on
the way. Fly faster, Rasta man.

If I could fly any faster,
don't you think I would?

Just a figure of speech, D'Argo.

Figure less and speak less.

Arm the kronite shavings.

I'm on it.

Come on, you guys.
Do it. Do it!

Officer Sun, the offspring is
not responding to my entreaty.

Perhaps you should...

Call him by his name, Pilot.

You have chosen a name for him?

Yes, I have.

It's Talyn.

It was my father's.

Sensors indicate an explosive device
aboard the Transport has just been armed.

What shall we do?

Admire Crichton his strategy.

If he ignites the oil surface
of that moon,

we will have to abandon our
research and evacuate the base.

Should we shoot him down, sir?

I cannot risk killing the
knowledge that he possesses.

And he knows that.

Das-trak krjtor!

Kronite armed and cooking.

Won't be long before these
babies blow.

I've set a crash collision
course for the frelling moon.

It's time we got out of here.

Hey, D'Argo, how come
I'm not afraid?

Fear accompanies the
possibility of death.

Calm shepherds its certainty.

I love hangin' with you, man.

My Dad's good luck charm.

Does it work?

I'm alive.

So far.

Kirk and Spock.

Abbott and Costello!

First base.

Aeryn, go and get them! D'Argo can't
survive for more than a quarter of an arn.

I know. Searching now.

Aeryn, can you read me?

Yes. But I can't see you yet.
How's D'Argo?

He's good.

But we may have screwed up here.

The Transport should have hit
the oil sea by now.

Whoo!

Whoo-hoo!

Ignition! Look at that
mother burn!

Whoo!

All right, you guys Starburst the hell
out of here. Don't let this be for nothing.

Just relax, John.
We get one chance to grab you.

That was the plan.

The Peacekeepers are still
moving away from us, John.

Find them, Aeryn. There's time.

Someone has boarded
Moya's offspring.

It's Crais.

Hey, you bastards.

John Crichton was here.

Aeryn, where are you?

I'm losing D'Argo.

I can see you, John, but there
are too many other Prowlers around.

If I swing in to pick you up they'll
spot my maneuver and shoot us all down.

Just try to hang on.

The offspring Leviathan, Talyn,

has broken from Moya's side and
is operating independently.

Ship, deeper into the asteroid
field where the debris is densest.

Crais, what the yotz
are you doing?

Saving myself, Your Eminence.
I'm sure to your envy.

Talyn is not mature
enough to Starburst!

If you attempt this, you will
damage him! You may die.

Thank you, Priest,
but I know that.

We'll be fine.

Where no one can follow us,
you or the Peacekeepers.

Crais, you listen to me now!

You stop what you're doing and
you leave the ship now!

Officer Sun, if by some strange quirk
you survive your current situation

and we manage to encounter
each other again,

I hope that our relationship
away from the Peacekeepers

will be a much different
one next time.

You cannot take a child
from its mother!

You forget. It was done to me
and it was done to you.

Goodbye, Officer Sun.

No!

No.

Oh, my Veen!

The Command Carrier.

It's coming back.

Chiana is correct.

Peacekeeper Command Carrier is locked
on to our position and is moving in.

You guys got to get out of here.
Starburst now.

We can not leave you and D'Argo.

No. We can't and we won't.

Rygel, this is not the time
to give up selfishness.

Starburst!

But Aeryn's not back yet either.

I'm not leaving John and D'Argo.

Aeryn.

Pilot, Starburst.
Save as many as you can.

I believe that, too,
is now impossible.

Why?

Because Moya will not leave
without her offspring.

She fears Talyn does not understand what
he's doing by listening to Crais' orders.

The Peacekeepers are nearly in
position to block our path.

Pilot, patch me through to Moya.

Uh, done.

Moya, listen to me.

We know how much you care about
your baby. We feel the same way.

That's why we've gone to
all this trouble.

It's not just to save ourselves
but to save you and him.

Your only chance of rescuing
him is to save yourself first.

Moya, thanks for everything.

Now, do what you have to do.

Fifteen microts and it won't
matter anymore.

Prepare for Starburst, people!

Goodbye.

Aeryn?

I'm still here.

But I still can't get to you.

It may not matter.

D'Argo's unconscious.