Farscape (1999–2003): Season 3, Episode 3 - Self Inflicted Wounds: Part 1 - Could'a, Would'a, Should'a - full transcript

Why the hezmana don't we just
jettison this thing into frelling space!

Crichton-- First he wants to question these creatures,
then he wants to bury them!

I mean, why don't we just open the
last chamber and ask them where Earth is.

And then he'll die in the
first 30 microts, like this one did.
I mean, why don't we just open the
last chamber and ask them where Earth is.

And then he'll die in the
first 30 microts, like this one did.

Well, death isn't always a bad thing, Aeryn.

Who wants to live when your place
in the universe has been suspended.

Jothee and Chiana are just kids, D'Argo.

I don't want to discuss it.
Jothee and Chiana are just kids, D'Argo.

I don't want to discuss it.

They were rebelling,
they weren't trying to...



Rebelling!
They were rebelling,
they weren't trying to...

Rebelling!

Rebelling is smoking some galla root.
Rebelling is not sleeping with... Aghhh!!

Look, D'Argo,

if you want to talk...

I'm not ready.

Now, that ship,
I'd like to jettison.

What if there's some
weapon aboard we can use?
Now, that ship,
I'd like to jettison.

What if there's some
weapon aboard we can use?

What if the next system
we set off destroys us all
What if there's some
weapon aboard we can use?

What if the next system
we set off destroys us all

We're already destroyed, Aeryn.

It's just that some of us don't know it yet.

I am as concerned about Zhaan's
welfare as you, Commander.



However...

Stark says that we gotta
get her into the ground ...

soon... how long?

Ahh! A planet meeting Zhaan's atmospheric
requirements is less than an arn away!

So hetch it up, baby.
Come on, let's go.
Ahh! A planet meeting Zhaan's atmospheric
requirements is less than an arn away!

So hetch it up, baby.
Come on, let's go.

I simply thought you'd like
to see this before it went away.
So hetch it up, baby.
Come on, let's go.

I simply thought you'd like
to see this before it went away.

What?
I simply thought you'd like
to see this before it went away.

What?

Holy...

Pilot, take readings. Complete spectrum roll,
diffuse electron analysis across the electromagnetic range.

It's only theoretical but,
look for a dimensional bend in the halo effect.

Commander...

I know, I know. Zhaan.
Commander...

I know, I know. Zhaan.

Look, scan on the parabolic curve,
give me a chance to dip in for some readings,
prepare to launch my module.

Commander!
Look, scan on the parabolic curve,
give me a chance to dip in for some readings,
prepare to launch my module.

Commander!

Pilot!
Commander!

Pilot!

My call.

There's a ship approaching... I... I think.
My call.

There's a ship approaching... I... I think.

Where?

Not sure. These readings can't be!
Where?

Not sure. These readings can't be!

Pilot, save the 'golly-gee-whiz' for later.
Just tell me where it is.
Not sure. These readings can't be!

Pilot, save the 'golly-gee-whiz' for later.
Just tell me where it is.

It's travelling too fast.
Too... impossible.
Pilot, save the 'golly-gee-whiz' for later.
Just tell me where it is.

It's travelling too fast.
Too... impossible.

All right. So far I've got 'not sure',
'can't be', and 'impossible'.
It's travelling too fast.
Too... impossible.

All right. So far I've got 'not sure',
'can't be', and 'impossible'.

Where the hell is it?
All right. So far I've got 'not sure',
'can't be', and 'impossible'.

Where the hell is it?

Up there!
Where the hell is it?

Up there!

Pilot!

Starburst!

My name is John Crichton, I'm lost...
an astronaut...

shot through a wormhole....
In some distant part of the universe.
My name is John Crichton, I'm lost...
an astronaut...

shot through a wormhole....
In some distant part of the universe.

I'm trying to stay alive. Aboard this ship...
this living ship of escaped prisoners...
shot through a wormhole....
In some distant part of the universe.

I'm trying to stay alive. Aboard this ship...
this living ship of escaped prisoners...

my friends.
I'm trying to stay alive. Aboard this ship...
this living ship of escaped prisoners...

my friends.

If you can hear me...
beware...

if I make it back... will they follow?
If you can hear me...
beware...

if I make it back... will they follow?

If I open the door...
are you ready?
if I make it back... will they follow?

If I open the door...
are you ready?

Earth is unprepared...
helpless...

for the nightmares I've seen.
Earth is unprepared...
helpless...

for the nightmares I've seen.

Or should I stay?
Protect my home?

Not show them... you exist.
Or should I stay?
Protect my home?

Not show them... you exist.

But then you'll never know...

the wonders I've seen.
But then you'll never know...

the wonders I've seen.

Pilot...

Pilot!

That ain't... part of Moya-- What the hell?
Aeryn?! D'Argo! Zhaan! Pilot!

Commander... what... did we...?
That ain't... part of Moya-- What the hell?
Aeryn?! D'Argo! Zhaan! Pilot!

Commander... what... did we...?

I don't know! Some kind of collision.
You okay?!
Commander... what... did we...?

I don't know! Some kind of collision.
You okay?!

Moya and I ... are...
I don't know! Some kind of collision.
You okay?!

Moya and I ... are...

hard-hard to think.

Neeyala!

We have extensive damage!

Alien penetration of our vessel!

An impact during phase resolution.

What the hell did you do to Moya?!
An impact during phase resolution.

What the hell did you do to Moya?!

We must maintain integrity as described.

Crichton, my comms aren't wor...
We must maintain integrity as described.

Crichton, my comms aren't wor...

What did you do?!

Neeyala! Back off... it carries a weapon!
What did you do?!

Neeyala! Back off... it carries a weapon!

Get on the ground, now!
Get on the ground!
Neeyala! Back off... it carries a weapon!

Get on the ground, now!
Get on the ground!

Aeryn! Aeryn! Whoa-whoa, stop it-stop it.
I don't think they understand what we're saying.
Get on the ground, now!
Get on the ground!

Aeryn! Aeryn! Whoa-whoa, stop it-stop it.
I don't think they understand what we're saying.

What the frell happened?
Aeryn! Aeryn! Whoa-whoa, stop it-stop it.
I don't think they understand what we're saying.

What the frell happened?

Dear Goddess, help...
What the frell happened?

Dear Goddess, help...

Moya is in agony!

Someone answer!
Moya is in agony!

Someone answer!

Tier 3 is dark,
Someone answer!

Tier 3 is dark,

ruptures everywhere

Zhaan, D'Argo, you guys okay?
ruptures everywhere

Zhaan, D'Argo, you guys okay?

I am, but Moya is frelled.

Anyone hear from Aeryn?
I am, but Moya is frelled.

Anyone hear from Aeryn?

What about me?
No one asks about me!

Listen, Pilot's not in too good a shape,
is anybody nearby?

I'm on my way!

I'll meet you.
I'm on my way!

I'll meet you.

So many different tongues,
I'll meet you.

So many different tongues,

yet they communicate.

Pip, you still there?

Tier 6 is a total loss!
Pip, you still there?

Tier 6 is a total loss!

A consortium.
Tier 6 is a total loss!

A consortium.

Sparky, go help her.

Doesn't simply shooting them
dead strike you as viable?
Sparky, go help her.

Doesn't simply shooting them
dead strike you as viable?

Just, go!
Doesn't simply shooting them
dead strike you as viable?

Just, go!

DRD, Translator Microbes.

They've injected me with something!

Fight,

while you have strength!
Fight,

while you have strength!

No! No, no, no, no, no... stop, please! Just wait...

wait... just...

... My name is John Crichton.

Can you understand me?
... My name is John Crichton.

Can you understand me?

He... speaks.... and I comprehend!

They have altered your mind.

I am Pathfinder Neeyala.

Commanding Research Vessel Rado Slana.

I don't know what's wrong.
I don't know what's happening to us.

All right, just calm down, Pilot,
and tell us how you feel.
I don't know what's wrong.
I don't know what's happening to us.

All right, just calm down, Pilot,
and tell us how you feel.

Well I feel...
All right, just calm down, Pilot,
and tell us how you feel.

Well I feel...

I had no idea that he could do that!

I had no idea anyone could do that!

I apologize...
I had no idea anyone could do that!

I apologize...

colors...

lights...

sensations...
lights...

sensations...

this region of space,
I cannot function under the bombardments!

Can we isolate you from the stimuli?!
this region of space,
I cannot function under the bombardments!

Can we isolate you from the stimuli?!

Uhhh... Neural clusters...
Can we isolate you from the stimuli?!

Uhhh... Neural clusters...

containment nexus circuitry...

Re-route it?!

Dis...
Re-route it?!

Dis...

Buffer the leads?!

Dis...

What?!

Disconnect!

Right!
Disconnect!

Right!

We were regaining dimensionality when our ships collided,

and must have been subjected
to a massive burst of photonic distortion.

Once the Phaztillin Generator is repaired,

we'll dose ourselves and hope
Once the Phaztillin Generator is repaired,

we'll dose ourselves and hope

your living ship doesn't interfere
with non-thermal dimensional forces.

Do you understand any of those words?

Yeah, I watched all kinds of Star Trek.
It's just the order that they're in.
Do you understand any of those words?

Yeah, I watched all kinds of Star Trek.
It's just the order that they're in.

You said you studied wormholes.

More trickery, Neeyala.

Of course they would...

You can shut the frell up, I think.
Because if you're not going to take the
Translator Microbes... you don't participate.
Of course they would...

You can shut the frell up, I think.
Because if you're not going to take the
Translator Microbes... you don't participate.

Tell him that.

You've seen our research vessel.
If we are to trust each other...

Yes. I'll take him around our ship....

Yes
Yes. I'll take him around our ship....

Yes

Come on.

So, keep it simple.

How do we get the ships apart?

Display.
How do we get the ships apart?

Display.

Wormholes, always gravitate toward
each other in segmented loops.

First jolts mean we've exited one fragment of wormhole...

...and then, quickly, into another.

Only this gap... is large enough to permit escape.

And how often do we pass it?
Only this gap... is large enough to permit escape.

And how often do we pass it?

Every third of an arn.
And how often do we pass it?

Every third of an arn.

Right.

So, we'll activate your phase...

Phaztillon.
So, we'll activate your phase...

Phaztillon.

... generator, and then we'll separate.

In theory.

However, we're not even sure how far
into the turbulence zone this collision threw us.

Say that again?

We've ricocheted into the distorted region
that divides a wormhole from normal space time.

What?

Wha-it?-uh. I mean...
we're not even on the... Fairway! ...

we're in the Rough?

I didn't mean to startle you.

I am to die soon.

The Goddess has chosen my harbinger.

A magnificent planet lies just out there to...
rejuvenate and sustain you.

A serpent lies between.

You are ill...

hallucinations.

My Stark...

my wonderful Stark.

So afraid to let go.

I have a darkness,

which frightens lovers away.
I have a darkness,

which frightens lovers away.

Whenever I assist the dying,

I cannot help but absorb
a tiny spillet of their existence.

Over the cycles,

the endless parade of death...

I've accumulated a vast reservoir of evil.

I cannot bear to lose the one thing that
mitigates this twisted core of my existence.

None of what you said makes any sense.

I think he said we're in the wall of the wormhole.
None of what you said makes any sense.

I think he said we're in the wall of the wormhole.

Well, that's kind of what she said.
I think he said we're in the wall of the wormhole.

Well, that's kind of what she said.

Look, we gotta wake Pilot up.
He's got to give us Starburst when we hit this particular gap.
Well, that's kind of what she said.

Look, we gotta wake Pilot up.
He's got to give us Starburst when we hit this particular gap.

But can we do that while joined to another ship?
Look, we gotta wake Pilot up.
He's got to give us Starburst when we hit this particular gap.

But can we do that while joined to another ship?

I'm not sure, but they're dead in the water,
so Moya's gotta pop us free.
But can we do that while joined to another ship?

I'm not sure, but they're dead in the water,
so Moya's gotta pop us free.

How do we get the ships separated?
I'm not sure, but they're dead in the water,
so Moya's gotta pop us free.

How do we get the ships separated?

Save that for later...
How do we get the ships separated?

Save that for later...

Colonel Klink, yo,
Save that for later...

Colonel Klink, yo,

inspection is over... Aeryn,
I need you to take Neeyala's countdown.
Colonel Klink, yo,

inspection is over... Aeryn,
I need you to take Neeyala's countdown.

The rest of us are gonna seal
the breeches before Starburst.

I have the oxillary conduits.
The rest of us are gonna seal
the breeches before Starburst.

I have the oxillary conduits.

I'll take the Hamman-side hatches on the way
to Command... move it... now... go!
I have the oxillary conduits.

I'll take the Hamman-side hatches on the way
to Command... move it... now... go!

I'll go to Pilot's!

I'm close to the selticore vents!
I'll go to Pilot's!

I'm close to the selticore vents!

And I'll take the cargo bays.
I'm close to the selticore vents!

And I'll take the cargo bays.

Well, I'm going to need someone
up here with another pair of hands.
And I'll take the cargo bays.

Well, I'm going to need someone
up here with another pair of hands.

What can I do to help?

Two tiers down, four chambers across...
Moya's external pressure sensors... yank 'em all.

I mean, what can I do about us?

That relationship does not exist.

We could die. It exists for me.

If you did not want to marry me,
you could have found some other way to tell me.

When I'm cornered,
I-I don't think clearly.

At least now you're speaking the truth.

External pressure sensors?

Yank 'em all.

I'm kind of in the mood to be destructive.

What did you do?!

I was checking the hangar.

This started leaking.

It regulates with self-venting!
This started leaking.

It regulates with self-venting!

I tried to close the valve,
but it wouldn't turn.
It regulates with self-venting!

I tried to close the valve,
but it wouldn't turn.

Because... it was already sealed!
I tried to close the valve,
but it wouldn't turn.

Because... it was already sealed!

Um-hm. Then I twisted it the other way.

Rygel!
Um-hm. Then I twisted it the other way.

Rygel!

You opened it, opened it, opened it!
Rygel!

You opened it, opened it, opened it!

I'll bet you 40 mesots she gurgles and
dies before she can tell you where Earth is.

Hey, Sleeping Beauty.

Wake up and die.

Who are you?

My name is John. Listen,
we don't have much time.

Correct.

Yours is up.

Get...! Don't touch me!

Do you know me?

My race?

Sebacean.

Intellectually suited to carry weapons
and die marching in formation.

Human.

Your species and mine might be related.

Of course they are.

I have a brother who's a Stanerian Lizard.

Have you ever heard of Earth?

On Trintika Major, the Predorian fly transmits
a fatal Rheumatoid disease called, 'Arth'

Ah, very similar.
On Trintika Major, the Predorian fly transmits
a fatal Rheumatoid disease called, 'Arth'

Ah, very similar.

The animal speaks?

Whoa... What's your name?

Joolushko Tunai Fenta Hoovalis.

What do they call you for short?

My whole name.

Listen, Jool...

what's the last thing you remember?

How long have I been in this chamber?

Manifest says 22 cycles.

Whoa! Hey, hey, hey, hey, Lady, dial it down!

... we're ready, Crichton...
..prepare to Starburst, in... five microts.
Whoa! Hey, hey, hey, hey, Lady, dial it down!

... we're ready, Crichton...
..prepare to Starburst, in... five microts.

Aeryn, I can't hear a thing you're sayin'

In... 3 microts...

... one...

... It is time.
... one...

... It is time.

Starburst
... It is time.

Starburst

Die later... Starburst now!

Kill Starburst!

Kill Starburst!

Bad?

Is two of you bad?

That so depends.

Well, it's not bad enough.

You should let Zhaan have a look at it.

Zhaan does not have much respect for my head.

You know,

it's okay to be in pain, D'Argo.

But, since you're all right,

I'll get back to work.

We're gonna have to separate before
we do anything. Suggestions... Zhaan, you oughta hear this.

Um, am I wrong, or is your
'Phaztillon' generator, the key?

Ah, correct pronunciation, and correct.

Can you repair the damage
before we are all incapacitated?
Ah, correct pronunciation, and correct.

Can you repair the damage
before we are all incapacitated?

The belief is so. However, circumstances,
you will attest, are less than conducive.

Pathfinder Neeyala.

If your crew will not accept Translator Microbes,

then I cannot communicate.
If I cannot communicate, I cannot heal.

Ah, we have rules against alien exposure.
It is sufficient I have broken them.
then I cannot communicate.
If I cannot communicate, I cannot heal.

Ah, we have rules against alien exposure.
It is sufficient I have broken them.

I understand... but, under these extreme circu...

Pathfinder!
I understand... but, under these extreme circu...

Pathfinder!

Pathfinder,

help him, please... his leg, we need help!

Tell her to follow me.
help him, please... his leg, we need help!

Tell her to follow me.

My lab is the only place I might heal him.

Besides my people healthy,

I need empirical information
about our position in the wormhole.

Despite the danger, would you help?

Can you hear me?...

Crichton.

Stopping Starburst midway
through took everything out of him.

We need him to get the hangar doors open.
Stopping Starburst midway
through took everything out of him.

We need him to get the hangar doors open.

Right now, he can't even open his eyes.
We need him to get the hangar doors open.

Right now, he can't even open his eyes.

There's not much else I can do, Crichton.

Does this negate our plan?
There's not much else I can do, Crichton.

Does this negate our plan?

No, it doesn't.
I can open the doors from Pilot's console.

... May we...
No, it doesn't.
I can open the doors from Pilot's console.

... May we...

have a moment?

Insane.

Since birth.

Suicidal.
Since birth.

Suicidal.

Test pilot.
Suicidal.

Test pilot.

Do you trust her?

If we don't do something, we're gonna die.

I'm worried you're a little too excited by all this.
If we don't do something, we're gonna die.

I'm worried you're a little too excited by all this.

It's wormholes.
That's what Scorpius wants.
I'm worried you're a little too excited by all this.

It's wormholes.
That's what Scorpius wants.

Scorpius is dead.
That's what you want.
It's wormholes.
That's what Scorpius wants.

Scorpius is dead.
That's what you want.

Aeryn,

It can be a tool or a weapon.
Let's get there first.

Let's get there alive... first.
It can be a tool or a weapon.
Let's get there first.

Let's get there alive... first.

She doesn't like you.

Nah, it's a phase.

It's part of her charm.

Hm. I admit to some skepticism myself.

This way.

My module jams in wormholes.

If this is... some kind of... jest...

Just give me the gizmo and tell me what to do.
If this is... some kind of... jest...

Just give me the gizmo and tell me what to do.

Without this data, our assumptions would be worse than.. than...

Flight times and vectors, that's all I need.
Without this data, our assumptions would be worse than.. than...

Flight times and vectors, that's all I need.

Crichton, is Neeyala with you?

Yes... Blue.

Please tell her I couldn't save Cresto, I'm sorry.
Yes... Blue.

Please tell her I couldn't save Cresto, I'm sorry.

I do appreciate the risk you
take for us, and our families.

We shall return that effort in selfless kind.

Use this to record as much positional
data inside the wormhole as you can.

It's no use.

Even with the isolation D'Argo's providing,
we're travelling too fast for Pilot to cope.

It's all right.

I know the hangar door configuration.

Something wrong?

You're very pretty.

But I'm not Zhaan, right?

Never be her.

It's all right, Stark.
We're going to get her out of here
and we're going to put her in the soil she needs to heal.

Despite your fears,

this must be accomplished.

The generator's leaking phasic restin ions.

Lethal, Kreetago.

I know what they are, Researcher.

Expose yourself briefly as possible.

Accomplish the task Pathfinder has laid out for you.

May I interdict, Kreetago?
Accomplish the task Pathfinder has laid out for you.

May I interdict, Kreetago?

No.
May I interdict, Kreetago?

No.

The knowledge this ship has amassed must be saved.

Even if we die in the process.

I can't believe my cousins are dead.

They didn't suffer...

much.

Animal...
much.

Animal...

how did they die?

Oh, if you must know...

we were at a surgical facility
where you were all frozen.
Oh, if you must know...

we were at a surgical facility
where you were all frozen.

Crichton needed a brain...

...storm, on... how he could rescue you.
Crichton needed a brain...

...storm, on... how he could rescue you.

We saved, uh... two pods.

One of my cousins survived?

Yeah...

for 30 microts.

Then he oozed this-this black gunk.

We don't know how the other one died,

do we Ryge?
We don't know how the other one died,

do we Ryge?

What is it you're not telling me?

Well, that we're in a crisis, 'Hairdo',
so you can either help, shut up, or go back to sleep.
What is it you're not telling me?

Well, that we're in a crisis, 'Hairdo',
so you can either help, shut up, or go back to sleep.

I won't be spoken to like that by some....

alley whore.

How could she know that about you?

Did you know she had a fiancee?
Till she slept with his son?

Buckwheat,
Did you know she had a fiancee?
Till she slept with his son?

Buckwheat,

You, still want to get off this boat, man?

More than ever!

This creature sheds...

Good! Cause your Uncle Sam needs you.

We enter conventional space within 30 microts.

Once clear, spiral hard, 71 degrees, vector briko.
We enter conventional space within 30 microts.

Once clear, spiral hard, 71 degrees, vector briko.

Roger. Copy that. Thanks for the intel.
This is Farscape One...
Once clear, spiral hard, 71 degrees, vector briko.

Roger. Copy that. Thanks for the intel.
This is Farscape One...

ya'll leave the light on for us.

What's happening?

It's your basic ass-kickin' wormhole, Ryge.
How ya' doin' back there?

Lousy!
It's your basic ass-kickin' wormhole, Ryge.
How ya' doin' back there?

Lousy!

Excellent.
Lousy!

Excellent.

Turn on that alien gizmo...

maximum power.

Are we...

dead?

Oh, no

Rygel, do you know what this is?

No

The Holy Grail.

The zone.

We are in the effin' zone, man.

This is the dirty little secret of the universe.
It all works if you know how to use it.

Can these things take us... home?

In a heartbeat. If you know where you're going.

D'Argo...

D'Argo,

Pilot...

has been unconscious for over an arn now.

Well, why didn't you stop me earlier!

Well, somehow I have a feeling this isn't about him anymore.
Well, why didn't you stop me earlier!

Well, somehow I have a feeling this isn't about him anymore.

I'm sorry...

I'm angry with myself because I can almost forgive her.

Why don't you.

ow can I trust Chiana with my heart? ...

Can you trust Crichton again?

He trusts these aliens.

We know nothing about them.

I think wormholes blind him.

Well,

at least he has a hobby.

Help me keep an eye on it.

What the frell was that?

Zhaan told Stark she saw a serpent.

She said that it was an omen for her.

Did that look like it was aiming for Zhaan?

Wormhole...

Normal space...

Wormhole.

Oh... what are we doing here?

Making 17 loops to their 1.
Oh... what are we doing here?

Making 17 loops to their 1.

Each time we lap 'em, it calibrates their
position in the slower wall of the wormhole.
Making 17 loops to their 1.

Each time we lap 'em, it calibrates their
position in the slower wall of the wormhole.

Engrossing.

Who cares?
Engrossing.

Who cares?

It's only collecting images, none of which mean anything!

Well, you gotta know how deep the doo-doo is, Ryge,
if you're gonna dig your way out.

Next gap is the big one, right?

Yep

Why don't we just escape?

Does it ever bother you being selfish?

It's 'self-preservation', and "No"

What about our friends?

What friends?

We were thrown together against our will,
What friends?

We were thrown together against our will,

and we're all just trying to make the best of it until
we can get the chance to screw the others and get what we want.
We were thrown together against our will,

and we're all just trying to make the best of it until
we can get the chance to screw the others and get what we want.

I vote out at the next gap.

Pa'u Zotoh...

Hello, Pilot.

Soon you must deploy the Docking Web,
to rescue Crichton and Rygel.

You are masterful with him.

I am but a servant.

This you will learn.

I could never replace you.

Stark, you must.

For me,

you must remain here and minister these souls.

I'm relying on it.

But I love you.

If I did not feel the same, and more,

could I ask this sacrifice of you?

Zhaan, I need you to meet me in command.

It must wait, Aeryn.
Zhaan, I need you to meet me in command.

It must wait, Aeryn.

We are about to deploy the Docking Web.

No, your omen, the serpent.
We are about to deploy the Docking Web.

No, your omen, the serpent.

Is anyone else meant to see it?

And the big gap. Exit's clearly marked.
Normal space.

Hey! Whoa, whoa, whoa,
keep your hands off those controls!
And the big gap. Exit's clearly marked.
Normal space.

Hey! Whoa, whoa, whoa,
keep your hands off those controls!

You have no right to make decisions for me!
Hey! Whoa, whoa, whoa,
keep your hands off those controls!

You have no right to make decisions for me!

We're free!

Escape! Save our lives!

Guido, we are goin' back!

Son of a bitch.

You... broke my nose.

You ain't got a nose, Guido, you got slits.

Oh! Farscape One to Moya,
positive contact with the Docking Web.

Hey, nice catch, guys.

I won't forget this Crichton.

I swear, you've attacked me for the last time.
I won't forget this Crichton.

I swear, you've attacked me for the last time.

You brought it on yourself, Rugrat.
I swear, you've attacked me for the last time.

You brought it on yourself, Rugrat.

You delay my preparations for Crichton's data.
The serpent is harmless.

Less than convincing. Try again.
You delay my preparations for Crichton's data.
The serpent is harmless.

Less than convincing. Try again.

I never imagined you'd encounter this beast.
Otherwise I would have issued warning. You must believe me.
Less than convincing. Try again.

I never imagined you'd encounter this beast.
Otherwise I would have issued warning. You must believe me.

How can we, Neeyala? Look at what
you've done to our ship.
I never imagined you'd encounter this beast.
Otherwise I would have issued warning. You must believe me.

How can we, Neeyala? Look at what
you've done to our ship.

What I have done?!

It is you who have destroyed my life's endeavor.

Whilst I have suffered your probing,
your confusions, and your smell.

Do you not think that my bristles contain enough poison to dispatch you all?

Yet, when I fail to overload what are clearly
inferior intellects with a drist of needless information...

you... bring weapons to bear!
Yet, when I fail to overload what are clearly
inferior intellects with a drist of needless information...

you... bring weapons to bear!

Kill me if you will.

See how you fare on your own.

Do you feel better?

Now, about the serpent...

The creature you have seen,
exists exclusively inside wormholes.

Corporeal only when the generator
shifts are phase present.

Which one would have to do to repair it.
Corporeal only when the generator
shifts are phase present.

Which one would have to do to repair it.

I doubt it even senses us.
Which one would have to do to repair it.

I doubt it even senses us.

Be less alarmed.

Shut up! Would you shut up?!

What happened?

Something really wierd...
What happened?

Something really wierd...

and-and I tried to shoot it when...
Something really wierd...

and-and I tried to shoot it when...

Shut up!

Neeyala said the serpent doesn't even know we're here.

I thought you were with Pilot?

I thought you were in the Neural Cluster.
I thought you were with Pilot?

I thought you were in the Neural Cluster.

Filtration's down on Tier 1.
You can't even breathe in there.
I thought you were in the Neural Cluster.

Filtration's down on Tier 1.
You can't even breathe in there.

Junction's are frying everywhere.
Pilot can't stop it.
Filtration's down on Tier 1.
You can't even breathe in there.

Junction's are frying everywhere.
Pilot can't stop it.

Well, you had better tell that four-armed,
bug eyed, whiney little Slijot to get his dren together!

It's not him.
Well, you had better tell that four-armed,
bug eyed, whiney little Slijot to get his dren together!

It's not him.

The stresses on Moya are frying Junctions everywhere!
It's not him.

The stresses on Moya are frying Junctions everywhere!

She's dying D'Argo.

The wormhole is killing her.

Do you hope, someday, to be Dominar, Rygel?

I am still Dominar!

Always Dominar!

I mean ruling from a throne, instead of a throne sled.

They'll never know if I kill Crichton.

But you will...

Fool the others, if you like.

But I see the larger goodness in a small Hynerian.
Fool the others, if you like.

But I see the larger goodness in a small Hynerian.

Separating this allien ship from Moya
must be your first priority Rygel.

Have I ever told you that I appreciate your counsel?
Separating this allien ship from Moya
must be your first priority Rygel.

Have I ever told you that I appreciate your counsel?

Continously, by accepting it.

It's amazing the number of species
picked up by Neeyala's gizmo.

Thousands of cultures spread out across the galaxy.

I resent you calling me here at a whim.

That's the way it works, Harvey. You don't like it,
I can toss you back in the dumpster.

Do you think Scorpy's still alive?

Do you think Scorpius is still alive?

Without doubt.
Do you think Scorpius is still alive?

Without doubt.

What's he doing with the information
he stole from my brain?

The knowledge placed there by the Ancients,
is by now, centerpiece of a sprawling new research facility

If he masters wormhole technology,
what will he use it for?

Faster delivery of pizzas.

Neeyala... think's it's possible we can separate the ships.

But only one will survive.
We have to pick which one.

Yes, it's a shame about Moya.

She'll be fondly remembered.

It's not a done deal.
She'll be fondly remembered.

It's not a done deal.

Did you call me here...

to talk you out of your guilt?

No

It's just... the information amassed inside their ship...

No contest!

I sit here inside your feeble brain,
listening to the arguments bounce off the hollow spaces!
No contest!

I sit here inside your feeble brain,
listening to the arguments bounce off the hollow spaces!

How could you not choose
science over a beast of burden!
I sit here inside your feeble brain,
listening to the arguments bounce off the hollow spaces!

How could you not choose
science over a beast of burden!

You disgust me, John!

I long for the dumpster.

Pilot and Moya are to die, John.
Take the wormhole knowledge that's fallen in your lap and call it day!

I cannot believe...

-what I am hearing...
-Facts, D'Argo, that's all...
I cannot believe...

-what I am hearing...
-Facts, D'Argo, that's all...

How is this even a choice?
-what I am hearing...
-Facts, D'Argo, that's all...

How is this even a choice?

Because some of us want to live!

If we use Starburst to pu...

What? You-you didn't get slammed
against the wall hard enough the last time?
If we use Starburst to pu...

What? You-you didn't get slammed
against the wall hard enough the last time?

So we recover the data from the precious ship,
and leave in Moya
What? You-you didn't get slammed
against the wall hard enough the last time?

So we recover the data from the precious ship,
and leave in Moya

Our craft itself, is the knowledge based-repository.
So we recover the data from the precious ship,
and leave in Moya

Our craft itself, is the knowledge based-repository.

The ship is one giant computer chip.

It's all or nothing.

Then nothing.
It's all or nothing.

Then nothing.

We will never abandon Moya while I am still alive.

Frelling martyr.

Why not separate in one of these gaps?

We need the density of the
wormhole wall to help pull us apart.

Do you have only one good ear also?

I'm not dying just because
a ship can eat and crap.

Okay...

So, we separate.

What then?

One vessel slides into the wormhole core,
maintaining a chance of enduring.

The other, tumbles uncontrolled through
the wormhole wall into normal space...

to be atomized by differentials in speed and density.

It is still not a choice.
to be atomized by differentials in speed and density.

It is still not a choice.

Moya and Pilot are living beings,

they must be afforded every opportunity.

Zhaan,

The biomechanoid parts on my ship were fried.

Calculations indicate that your Leviathan's
design will work against her survival.

Forgive me, Pathfinder Neeyala,

but I do not count you as unbiased.

Hah! Like you are.

You know what you and Pilot
have in common besides big eyes?
Hah! Like you are.

You know what you and Pilot
have in common besides big eyes?

You're both dying,
You know what you and Pilot
have in common besides big eyes?

You're both dying,

and now you want to take us with you.

Can it, F. Lee.

Zhaan, Pilot is unconscious.

Moya's nexus system is so backed up
the Roto-Rooter man couldn't get it

I know the litany, John.
Moya's nexus system is so backed up
the Roto-Rooter man couldn't get it

I know the litany, John.

How desperate you must be
for this wormhole knowledge.

Unfair.

You place your obsession
above the lives of your friends.

What?!
You place your obsession
above the lives of your friends.

What?!

What have these strangers
done to so earn your trust?

We must check the back-up systems.

I need to know that Pilot and Moya

are truely beyond hope.

Let's go.

You want to know what
really happened to your cousin?

What Crichton won't tell you?

How you feelin'?

You missed the debate.

Th-that's what I wanted to talk to you about.

I feel guilty.

What possibily for?

I love Pilot, and I...

love Moya...
I love Pilot, and I...

love Moya...

but, I don't want to die here.

There is nothing wrong with a decision of the heart, child.

In the time that is left,

use your mind to satisfy your soul that it is correct.

Hey, how'd you go?

Ah, well, if it wasn't Moya,
we wouldn't be having this conversation.

Yeah, it's the same everywhere.
Total meltdown.
Ah, well, if it wasn't Moya,
we wouldn't be having this conversation.

Yeah, it's the same everywhere.
Total meltdown.

I'm going to take a run through the ion-backwash chamber,
see if there's anything I can do.
Yeah, it's the same everywhere.
Total meltdown.

I'm going to take a run through the ion-backwash chamber,
see if there's anything I can do.

Hey,
I'm going to take a run through the ion-backwash chamber,
see if there's anything I can do.

Hey,

you all right?

No.

What the hell are you doin'?

And what happened to your hair?
What the hell are you doin'?

And what happened to your hair?

It's red.

You're not planning to...

Yes

What the hell are you tryin' to do?!

You lied to me.
What the hell are you tryin' to do?!

You lied to me.

You butchered my cousin's
brain so you could steal a wellot

of his neural fluid?

A member of the intellectual elite.

16 advanced degrees.

Traded...

for the likes of you?

Cut it out, lady.

If we're to perish,

then at least you'll die first.

I thought you were good with women.

I am.

Did you see what happened
when she fired at the ship?

Actually, no. I was looking at the pulse rifle.

There's a small gap in the force-field,

which unsurprisingly, is the key to it's access

Now, John...

We're trapped in this...

vawn of a wormhole,

Pilot's unconscious,

Moya is dying...
Pilot's unconscious,

Moya is dying...

and my son has slept with my betrothed.

Lock... this woman... up.

Entreaties, Pathfinder.

I do not enjoy sending you to your death, youngling.

But, options are depleted.

I want to live.

More important, do you want your family do live?

You know what happens to ours
should this ship fail to return.

Will you tell them?

That you thought of them, to the end.
Will you tell them?

That you thought of them, to the end.

Attention now, Shreena.

Time is limited.

These creatures... I will distract them.

They must not know your true mission.

Frell!

I checked this panel, and it was fine.

But before I had a chance to close it,

it shorted out.

There are dozens more just like this on this tier.

Then why are we standing here?

That hatch could blow!

He's right.

Functioning DRD's are overmatched.

There's no way we can repair all the damage.

Let us not forsake our friends until we are...
undeniably clear that...

Well, that settles it, then.

We will go with Neeyala,

and we will abandon Moya.

I have failed my purpose, Stark.

You protect,

heal,

give hope.

This ship and her Pilot are to die.

As do all things.

Once out of the wormhole,

you will heal in the soil of a fertile planet.

And one day,

your gifts will again help others.

I cannot take you back, Chiana.

But I won't leave you alone in pain.

Have you...

ever been responsible for another's death,

Officer Sun?

Yes, I have.

This is my first time.

Did you know your crew well?

Enough to steel my determination.

On their memory, I will not fail.

Pilot, you should see all these cultures,

that you could touch with one wormhole.

Man, I wish you were goin' with us

Hey, Pilot.

I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry.

Could'a,

would'a,

should'a.

Aeryn!

Hey!