Angle down through the base of an ornate chandelier, panning down. John sits in FG, back to camera, traditional black leather jacket. In BG, Aeryn enters and walks down a long two-tiered runway. She's wearing a floor length white gown, holding the front panel draped over her right wrist for an unfettered view of legs that go all the way up.
Cut to MED on John, jacket is black leather, biker variety. Underneath a gorgeous neon blue shirt. He's also added a pair of black sunglasses. He reaches up and pulls the glasses down, low on his nose. Eyes filled with Aeryn.
Cut to close on Aeryn, angle down on the white satin pumps on her feet. Camera cruises up for a total 'oh-boy' moment. "Oh", she murmurs, dropping the front panel, brushing her hands lightly over her hips as the camera continues up, to a rippled bodice and two thin straps fastening behind her neck. Her black hair loose and flowing over her shoulders and back. She sighs, looking at him expectantly.
Cut to close on John. Speechless, eyes cruising from bottom to top.
Cut back to close on Aeryn, disappointment playing on her features.
She turns to walk back, cut to close on John.
John leaps up, and cut to following shot as John trots down the runway after his retreating love.
Catching up, he grabs her from behind and she giggles [yes... giggles], dashing behind the drapes that mark the end of set, into the changing area one would presume.
The shop clerk follows the pair into the dressing area, concern evident at this impropriety, so, as unlikely as it seems, it's 'not' the clerk giggling.
Cut to sometime later, same location. Shot is long on John, lying on his back across the length of the fancy ottoman he was sitting on in earlier scene. His arms hang loose at his sides, and boots are flat on the floor, a comfy place for a nap, although not nearly large enough for him. Aeryn approaches, her figure partially in left of shot.
Cut to medium on Aeryn, wearing a simple strapless white sheath. She absolutely glows; all white gown and arms and shoulders and flowing black hair. Geez.
Cut to MED on John, he lifts his head at hearing her, cranes his neck to look, and takes the sunglasses off to test that sight, slightly gaping. Rolls off the ottoman, and stands quickly, blinking slowly, his gaze rises to meet hers; completely awestruck.
Cut to LONG across the shop floor down the runway. John stands behind Aeryn, slowly lifting her arms on his; an angelic sight.
Cut to close on two shot, Aeryn's head slightly turned toward him as he murmurs in her ear.
She turns her head to him, their eyes meet, and she smiles, beatifically.
Flash cut to close on John's arm. Still covered in archaic black marks. He holds a golden pen, working out the equations before transferring them into the notebook under his hand.
Pan up to MED on John, sitting behind a low shelf, Chiana standing behind him.
A clattering noise, draws Chi's attention. Cut to MED on the food preparation area in the Center Chamber, the multileveled counter holding a plethora of odd foodstuffs.. Behind the cooking apparatus John used to fry dentics in HOTR, a gray haired old woman leans, elbows on the counter. Okay, long stringy gray hair, and very wrinkled, and that extra patch of wrinkles on her forehead is a 'third' eye.
Crichton doesn't even acknowledge the interruption, and Chi merely sighs, leaning her head on the wall above him.
Flash cut to close on a white gown inside a clear plastic shop bag, being draped over a counter. John's voice in the background, soft, coaching.
Shot pans up and L to John and Aeryn standing face to face. She's dressed in erp clothing, lovely light tanned jacket, her hair still loose down her back. He's got what looks to be a gold American Express Card in his hand, offering it to her; she's nervous, shakes her head.
Aeryn takes the offered card, and turning reluctantly toward the shop clerk, offers it to her.
The shop clerks vacuous smile wavers.
Aeryn attempts again, a slight variation on the mangled words.
Crestfallen, Aeryn gives John a 'I told you so' look, and he takes the card from her, offering it to the clerk, his pronunciation much better, if a bit downbeat.
Pan to close on John and Aeryn, bickering quietly, well; Aeryn's peeved, and John's trying to reassure her.
Aeryn breaks away, sitting down across the room. Trouble in Paradise.
The darkness in these scenes are a stark contrast to the bright lights in John's fantasy world. The atmosphere, funereal.
Cut to long across the chamber, John and Chiana sitting in front of the three elongated portals. Outside the ship, in the near distance, another Leviathan hovers in a nebulous space.
D'Argo works on stacking crates near the Luxan Fighter. Aeryn enters.
Aeryn helps him wrangle a large yellow storage box, carrying it from the Maintenance Bay into the Transport Hangar.
Cut to close on Rygel, holding that tiny gold cup he had at the conclusion of LGM3.
Cut back to Aeryn and D'Argo, surveying the few remains of Talyn on the floor of the Transport Hangar.
Close on John's hand, held up to read the markings, the pen held in his other hand as a pointer on his thumb. Chiana holds his fingers in her gloved hands, idly examining either his hand or the markings.
Visual effect to go with Chi's visions, the world goes fuzzy and she staggers backward, slamming into the central counter, cookware and foodstuffs clattering.
Standing, John looks out the portal, apparently not liking what he sees.
Cut to view through portal, and a series of rapid intercuts as the ship drives toward Moya.
Cut to close on Jool, shrieking!
A much larger Leviathan collides with Moya's upper hull.
Another series of rapid cuts as the effects of the collision are felt. John, Chiana and the Old Woman are tossed to one side as the ship lurches. Flash cut to Jool and Pilot in a very dark Den; flash cut to Maintenance Bay as D'Argo and Aeryn are thrown about, D'Argo goes down under the yellow container. Flash cut to exterior space as Moya tumbles over the nose of the aggressor. Flash cut to interior maintenance bay, Rygel, Aeryn & D'Argo as heavy turbulence continues. Fade to opening credits.
Dark, emergency lighting in the corridor and the stellar field outside the portal provides illumination. The second Leviathan floats in the distance outside the forward portal as John pulls the cover off one of the consoles, placing it on the table, then plucks a tool from the table, turning his back to camera. I swear I thought I saw D'Argo standing out in the corridor as sparks flew. From this moment, very difficult to tell who is actually where/when.
Chiana and Jool at the console, Pilot slumped over his controls, very shaken.
Close on Rygel, seated in his sled on the table, the old woman in the peripheral background holding a flashlight.
Long across very dark Command, John's crouched in FG, the old woman behind him with a flashlight; Aeryn enters, heavy flashlight perched on her shoulder, the beam slicing through the darkness. Rygel visible perched on the table behind her as she passes.
MED on the Old Woman and Rygel; her flashlight right in his face, examining him closely.
Cut to close on John, distracted beyond reason as Pilot speaks, his gaze becoming even more unfocussed as it's caught by something across the room.
Cut to close on Aeryn, holding the beam of her flashlight on something, she lifts her head and returns John's gaze.
John's gaze is intense, unwavering, she cannot hold it and so her eyes drift back to something else.
Cut to close on Rygel, gesturing at the Old Woman with his tiny flashlight.
Close on John, he did seem to register when her eyes dropped away from his, a slight stir of disappointment; but for all of that his silent attention remains on her, then finally looking away as his inner mind takes over.
Close on Aeryn holding a bouquet of white flowers, her back to a gaggle of girls. She's wearing the same strapless white gown, and has a large white orchid pinned in her hair.
She throws the bouquet over her shoulder and there's a wild scramble as Jool bursts through the crowd, screaming, and making a dive that comes up successful, giggling on the floor, brandishing the bouquet.
John's still locked in his own little world, Aeryn's voice seems a little disjointed here as she outlines the 'plan'.
Weddings -- bastions of civilized behavior! John kneels before Aeryn, a raucous crowd behind him hooting and howling as he slowly slides a white garter off her thigh, past her knee, down her leg, and lifting it off over the heel of her shoe. And I'm looking at that lovely golden band on his left hand. Think that's his, or wardrobe?
He's being very good, his eyes on her exclusively except for one quick glance, an appreciation of curved leg, before standing to flick the garter over his shoulder.
Cut to said crowd of rowdy males, leaping to make the catch [now, I always thought the guys hid from this?] Despite the evident fervor, the garter hits Rygel in the face and loops around his right earbrow.
Cut to passionate bride and groom kiss, John scooping her into his arms as a familiar voice intrudes on the scene.
Close on Rygel, brandishing his tiny flashlight.
Cut to close on John, still out there in NeverNeverLand, before registering that he ought to be 'in the now'.
Annoyed [really, her best expression], Aeryn slings the frelling huge flashlight on her shoulder and exits. John turns also, intercepted by the beam of the old woman's flashlight. His hands come up to protect his eyes and he works his way around her silently, exiting unobstructed, leaving the old woman behind, a speculative look on her face.
The bride and groom standing in a receiving line, shaking hands, getting and giving familial pecks on the cheek, as family and friends congratulate them. Oh, behind them on the table is a large golden model of Moya, and beyond that, Chiana, wearing a blue gown, talking with other guests.
D'Argo approaches from behind, a girl under each arm.
They turn to greet him, and he leans forward, giving Aeryn the 'peck on the cheek'.
D'Argo laughs, and John can't help but let a tiny smirk leak out, but he's cradling the woman of his dreams in his arms. They all smile and laugh. And a good time was had by all.
Cut to long across Command, view out the forward portal. The Leviathan in question still lurking nearby. D'Argo crosses the darkened space to stand beside Rygel.
A shower of sparks in front of Rygel, and he flinches.
Sound of a vigorous thwap against Rygel's head in the darkness.
Sitting off the right wing, canopy popped, Aeryn works on her Prowler. Jool sits behind her, holding the beam of a large flashlight-- illumination for her work.
Jool adjusts the light.
Employing a familiar technique, Aeryn grabs Jool's thumb and twists... hard! Jool shrieks! Close on metal connector melting. Satisfied, Aeryn releases her, the scream stops and she sits stunned, looking at her hand, panting.
John is crouched on the floor, his ink tattooed arm extended inside a small access panel near the floor. Chiana enters from the corridor, flashlight in hand.
John turns his head slightly, bruising on his right cheek visible in the sickly light. He turns back to his work... waiting.
Chia plops onto a bed covered in various items of regalia, she's decked out in erp clothing, red vinyl short skirt, and black midriff top amongst other barely concealing items. She snags a wide white belt, she's been shopping in a 70's boutique. Pull to long on the room-- a bedroom. John's standing at a bureau with a large mirror mounted on top, turning in time to take in this apparition.
He walks away, and Chiana turns her attention to her image in the mirror, and preens for it.
Chi kneels behind John, still working, arms inside the access panel. She edges closer, drawing his undivided attention.
Long silence.
Chiana exits, a few more moments and John replaces the grill door to the access panel, stands, turning toward the old woman lurking behind him. She takes a few rapid steps closer and opening her palm, blows a grainy substance into his eyes. He, yells, hands lifting to protect his eyes, a bit too late, from the dust storm.
John staggers a bit, wobbling across the room, hunched over the hands protecting his eyes. The old woman warily keeps her distance.
Flash cut, room is now illuminated in a blue hazy light.
Hands braced against the food dispenser, John stands slowly, his watering eyes opening, a small smile blooms. Behind him the old woman speaks.
Scene is a series of rapid intercuts between John's idealized version of his wedding day, and shots of a dazed John in the Center Chamber mimicking his movements in accord with his actions at the reception with the old woman lurking behind him, directing him on a path.
Flash cut to the wedding reception of his earlier daydreams. Aeryn and John dance, no sound is over the scene beyond discordant music.
Flash cut to the Center Chamber, blue light still illuminating his someone dazed expression. He turns, mimicking the dance with Aeryn in his mind.
Flash cut to wedding reception, he and Aeryn continue their silent dance.
Flash cut back to John in the Center Chamber, in a joyous fog, dancing with Aeryn, although the old woman is a nice stand-in for her absence.
Cut to black and white shot, close on John, the old woman whispering into his left ear.
Flash cut to Wedding Reception, close on Aeryn's closed eyes as he teases her with a slice of chocolate cake. She smiles broadly, her eyes opening to look 'right' into him.
Cut back to Center Chamber, John smiles, reaching out to her. The old woman stands behind him, watching closely.
Cut to black and white shot, close on old woman whispering into his ear. What she's saying cannot be discerned.
Flash cut to wedding reception, the banquet area kitchen. Pulse fire erupts, blasting one of the cooks off his feet.
Flash cut to center chamber, John's hand still outstretched as horror begins to bleed through.
Flash cut to wedding reception, more of the kitchen staff are blasted to oblivion. At the kitchen entrance, the source of the firing, a black clad PK soldier.
Flash cut to center chamber, John screams...
Winona is instantly in his hand, he crouches by the central food dispenser and begins firing at imaginary soldiers.
The old woman takes his advice, diving down behind the food dispenser. John continues firing, cookware and foodstuffs exploding to dust across the room.
John wheels, firing in the direction of the voice as D'Argo enters. Only the top of the central food dispenser keeps him from getting fried. The second shot splashes against the door above D'Argo's head as he ducks. John wheels again, firing behind him. Moving further inside, D'Argo's tongue lashes out, dropping John to the deck. [ *thud* and... rewind moment. Nobody takes a tongue lashin' like John *g* ] D'Argo rushes to his side. The old woman, cowering behind the food dispenser, crawls toward them.
D'Argo cold cocks her with the back of his fist and she drops like a stone.
Aeryn sits across from Jack at a small table inside a sundrenched restaurant. Next to the table is a copper wine cooler with two dead soldiers upended.
Shot pans left to reveal John. Standing silent and unseen behind a large pillar in FG, eyes hidden by the black sunglasses.
John's stretched out on his back, eyes closed. Someone [Aeryn] steps close, retrieving Winona from the floor. Eyes still closed his hand reaches up, closing gently over her hand.
Pan to close on John. His face is expressionless, eyes downcast somewhere behind those black sunglasses.
John adjusts his grip, taking Winona.
Holstering it, he accepts her offered arm and hauls himself to his feet, braced against a counter.
The ship rumbles and vibrates strongly. Pots and pans clank noisily. The ship settles and their conversation heads onto another track.
Another loud clatter from the old woman, and she takes the opportunity to interject again.
Chiana takes a moment in an isolated part of Moya, inside a vacant cell. Blue light leaking in from the corridor illuminates the darkness, and Chi confuses us some more with stylistic shooting technique... Andrew tryin' to make us crazy.
She kneels, placing the large flashlight on the floor.
Angle down, and it's a beautiful shot, blue light bleeding into the cell from the partially open cell door across from Chiana.
Cut to close on Chi
SERIES SHOT
SERIES SHOT
SERIES SHOT
She stands, shouting, a bit of foot stamping thrown in.
Moya rumbles, perhaps pleased at what Chi thinks.
Chi kneels on the bed, still preening with the wide white belt. John plucks a small handbag from the bureau, brandishing it accusatorily.
He throws the bag back on the bureau before advancing to the bed [oh, tough editing, he's holding it again a bit later]. Chi dives into the heaps of stuff on the bed, tossing a double handful into the air.
Bubble burst, she settles back, decides to come clean.
Retrieving an item from the bed, displaying it proudly.
Standing, she shoves the pressie in his face, woofing happily like a puppy. John scowls, pushing her back onto the bed.
Chi flops on her back and pouts for a moment, but recovers quickly.
She lifts her legs, then spreads them wide, John shields his eyes the handbag.
Chiana sits, and sliding off the bed, crawls toward John.
He fends her off with the purse.
Fended off by the purse, Chi falls to her hands and knees, her backside toward John. Eh, but they're interrupted before John can blush, or paddle-- whatever. Oh, and if you watch the mirror, instead of John and Chi, you can see Dad entering... from the bathroom.
Prancing over the bed, Chi leaps into Dad's open arms, and they... kiss. Oh, dear. Dad is wearing the mambo shirt from WGFA, although it looks black and white in this light. He's also wearing a straw hat with a price tag still attached, dangling from the brim.
A bit of necking later and Dad cuddles Chi back into his arms.
John points with the purse in hand, realizing-- he throws it down on the bed.
Dad and Chi neck a bit more.
Repairs continue aboard Moya
A series of rapid cuts as everyone reacts to yet another collision.
Another collision and everyone is thrown to the deck in command.
Long pause for shots of Chi and John, waiting for the request.
Cut to close on Aeryn, cut to close on Chiana.
Double-take, the old woman gives Rygel a 'look'.
D'Argo runs out.
Another collision between Leviathans.
Jool and John in transit.
Jarred by another impact, Jool and John stumble into a wall and right themselves, continuing on.
Aeryn and D'Argo match strides.
D'Argo growls, miffed, as they pass out of shot.
All four enter together, John pulling on gloves as he crosses out of shot, followed by Aeryn. Jool focuses her last attempt at verbal persuasion on D'Argo.
D'Argo growls; miffed [hehe, general reaction to women?], and passes out of shot.
Cut to John, pulling on a glove, standing near D'Argo's Luxan Fighter, a sidelong glance to Aeryn as she approaches her Prowler.
D'Argo disappears into the fighter, and, cut to...
The two Leviathans coast past each other, much debris floats in the BG amongst the swirling vapor of the burial ground.
Aeryn's Prowler pierces the clouds in the distance and quickly speeds toward camera, passing out of shot. The Luxan Fighter appears beneath Moya's right flaring wing, and arcs to camera and out of shot.
John manipulates a few controls overhead. D'Argo sighs.
Moya maneuvers in open space, heading back toward a bright spiral.
Chiana and Jool stagger under the sudden maneuver.
A massive Leviathan rockets past the forward portal, John and D'Argo watch for the moment it's hull takes to pass, their necks crane trying to follow it's progress.
Rygel floats toward the forward portal. An unobscured view of the mass of vaporous clouds.
Rygel hovers closer to the portal, eyeballing the nebulous expanse of glowing gasses.
Moya speeds ahead of the larger Leviathan.
Long on the burial ground, Moya and the much larger Leviathan in the BG, in hot pursuit. Aeryn's Prowler enters FG-R, and arcs around for a run at the nose of the Leviathan. D'Argo's fighter enters FG-L, still outside the mass of gasses. The ship rocks slightly.
[arg! Irish Cop moment]
John cuts him off, raising gloved hands.
[ Uh-huh... yeah. Sure, John. Whatever you say. ]
Weekly gross-out moment: close on the old woman, grass in her mouth, chewing vigorously. Food or more enchanted herbs? Who knows!
Pan up over a fence, on the other side, John and D'Argo walk side-by-side down a paved walk. John's in his erpclothes/pk gear; Big D is still in his UT accouterment, QB included.
D'Argo turns to address a group of young boys fishing from the railing.
[ Oddly, the boys have Australian accents. Hm. ]
D'Argo draws the QB, turning, tentacles flying, walking back toward the boys.
John mostly unintelligible under D'Argo's outburst, a familiar tone of squabbling between them. [I simply love this-- brothers, indeed.]
D walks away.
John paces behind D'Argo, frustration evident in every word, every movement.
D'Argo spares a glance to the forward consoles, and flicks a switch to silence an odd bleeping noise; then sites again through the lenses.
D'Argo aims the QB, firing into the lake, creating a tremendous explosion of water.
The boys rush down a sloping ramp to the edge of the water, fishing net in hand. In the water a number of pale bodies rise to the surface [uh, fish, okay?].
Both John and D'Argo turn away from each other, D'Argo descending a ramp and John marches away down the wharfside walkway, addressing the world in general.
Oy, gross out moment #2: old woman 'spits' the contents of her mouth into a large copper cookpot. Two points.
Moya, still being pursued by the larger Leviathan, ejects Talyn's remains into the burial ground.
Jool holds a shaken Chi in her arms.
The old woman watches a collection of debris, a bit of Talyn's remains, float past the portals.
Chiana falls to her knees in front of the closed hangar bay door, taking Jool with her. Jool comforting the mourning girl as best she can.
The larger Leviathan cruises through the scattered remains of Talyn.
Making it's run, cannon's firing.
Aeryn's Prowler speeds across its nose, a spray of cannon fire erupting against the ship's hull.
The ship exits the burial ground, into a black starfield, in pursuit of the attacking ship.
A halo of bright energy, building at the nose of the vessel, spreads across it's hull.
The energy suddenly 'tears away' from the ship and shoots outward from the nose.
Cut to following shot as the energy 'blob' strikes the Leviathan, encompassing it in a halo of white energy as the Luxan Fighter speeds toward it-- a 'head-on' imminent.
The energy 'consumes' the ship, leaving nothing but a skeletal infrastructure.
Watching through the targeting goggles, D'Argo exhales, a startled and immensely impressed sound carried with it.
Bright light washes in through the forward portal, illuminating John's intense expression.
Cut to following shot behind John and D'Argo, through the forward portal of the Luxan Fighter, as the Fighter 'enters' where the Leviathan had lately been, the bright light of the weapons discharge still illuminating it's shape.
Cut to close on Aeryn, her head slightly turned from the bright light washing the cockpit of her Prowler.
Cut to following shot as the Fighter continues through the 'remains' of the Leviathan.
Cut to interior Luxan Fighter, D'Argo drops the lenses slightly, peering over the top-- can't believe what he's seeing.
Cut to Center Chamber, the light of the Leviathan's destruction also illuminating the face of the old woman as she watches through the portal.
Cut to overhead shot of the Leviathan, its essence stripped away by the destructive energy bolt-- fading into nothing. The Luxan Fighter exiting from the 'tail' as it disappears, and arcing back toward camera, and out of shot.
Cut to close on Aeryn, dark in the cockpit, her eyes still seeking what can no longer be found.
Cut to close on D'Argo, still stunned.
Cut to close on John, utterly expressionless, he utters the 'understatement of the Year', beautifully deadpanned.
On the floor, still cradling Chiana in her arms.
Cut to close on Aeryn in the Prowler.
Cut to close on John. Thinking he already knows what it means.
Cut to close on Aeryn. She knows what it means as well.
Cut to close on Rygel, celebratory in his excitement.
Rygel chortles over comms, while others react. None seeming quite so happy.
Close on the old woman; pan up and left to follow John as he enters with purpose, slowing, stopping by the open door-- watching her back, a grim look and bearing as he speaks.
Startled, she leaps to her feet, turning to face him. Her hands are still tied, the manacles connected to the upper reaches of the chamber.
John walks further into the room, and she circles away, putting the food preparation station between them.
She moves closer, her attention shifting from the man across from her to the large cauldron boiling on the 'stove' between them.
John unholsters Winona, a vaguely threatening gesture to go with the curt and angry tone.
Still grimly silent, John lifts his weapon and fires a blast into the ceiling, cutting the restraint line, catching it as it falls. He reels her in, releasing her wrists from the cuffs on the other end; they clank on the floor as he disgards them. Backing slowly he sits, heavily, finally looking away. Profound weariness is in his voice as he speaks.
The old woman slowly approaches as he continues.
Behind him now...
Now, by his shoulder, she leans down to peer closely at him.
He stands quickly, facing her again.
She smiles slightly, lifting her cupped hand, and blows another small gale of dust and tiny fragments of herbs into his eyes. John staggers backward again, blinded; his image wavers as the woman's magic works on him. He covers his eyes and circles away, then stands upright again, struggling to open tightly clenched lids.
His eyes open; his gaze, far seeing.
Cut in close on John and Aeryn's joined hands as he slides a wedding band onto her left ring finger.
Cut to close on John his right hand stroking the ring finger of his left hand, feeling the ring as it slides, unseen, onto his hand. The wormhole equations inked on his hand are stark in the murky reddish light. The old woman circles behind him, his gaze remains focused on possibilites. Standing at his left shoulder, she whispers to him.
A flash of white light and cut to John, escorting his bride onto the dance floor, a many tiered wedding cake in the FG. He takes her in his arms and they dance slowly to a piano waltz. Aeryn smiles brilliantly.
Cut to close on John, the murky subdued lighting in the Center Chamber bathes his face in a reddish glow as he moves slowly to the lilting music.
Cut to John dancing with Aeryn, a slow spin under his outstretched arm.
Cut to close on John, a smile breaks slowly across his face, his arm outstretched as Aeryn turns, unseen, beneath it; the old woman standing in for the tantalizing vision.
Cut to John and Aeryn, the turn complete, he takes her back into his arms.
Cut to close on the old woman.
Cut to John and Aeryn, she's held close and they kiss.
Cut to close on John, eyes still closed.
Cut to monochrome xcloseup on John, the old woman whispering into his ear.
Cut to John & Aeryn, their kiss continues.
Cut to monochrome xcloseup on John, the old woman whispering into his ear.
Cut to close on Jack.
John smiles, happily giving up the Bride to his father while Chiana takes the groom. The piano waltz continues as Jack dances with his new daughter and a very content John dances with Chiana. D'Argo is also on the floor, dancing with a lovely blonde.
Cut to wide on the reception as the waltz finishes. The brightly lit room crowded with friends and family. A large golden effigy of Moya dominates the center.
The room erupts in applause and the raucous sound of cutlery clinking against crystal. More ribald hooting as John and Aeryn, at the wedding party table, kiss. Cut to close on Pilot, sitting at the end of the long banquet table; pan R to Rygel in a red dressing gown sitting next to Jack. More wild cheering as the newlywed's kiss continues. D'Argo, sitting between Jack and John, pounds wildly on his glass as John leans Aeryn back in his arms and her left arm is flung back as the kiss reaches a crescendo. Behind Aeryn, Chiana and Jool cheer them on.
Jack stands to get the attention of the rowdy crowd.
The noise tapers off to near silence.
Smirking happily, John pulls a chair out for Aeryn and they settle into their chairs as Jack's toast continues.
Aeryn grins and John looks a bit embarrassed.
A pulse blast cuts him off, a small dark splotch appears on his right temple and he falls sideways, sliding along the wall behind his son. Aeryn is the first to notice the danger, leaping up as John registers the change, he turns, alarmed, toward his father as he slumps to the floor behind him.
Cut to close on John, his mildly contented expression quickly hardening, his hand sliding down his thigh, Winona's grip in his hand, rapidly unholstering the weapon as he drops to his knees.
The old woman's voice becomes more urgent, but not as urgent as John's shouted warning.
Cut to the Wedding Reception, still brightly lit but ominously silent as the guests and bride and groom slowly duck for cover.
Cut to close on John, kneeling with Winona extended in a doubled hand grip, his aim rotating from left to right, covering the entire room as he continues to shout warnings.
The old woman kneels beside him, her arms urging his down, trying to calm him. He doesn't seem to see or hear her; his weapon continues to swing left and right, seeking a target.
Cut to the reception, a phlanx of black and red garbed PK Soldiers move along one wall firing pulse rifles, the sound oddly muted as they gun down the wedding guests. Pilot and Rygel are struck multiple times. The girls and D'Argo take meager shelter behind the banquet table as the weapons fire sprays across the room.
Flash of white light and cut to close on John and the Old Woman. She is behind him, holding him steady; the third eye on her forehead open and shining a neon-magenta. His face is tight with controlled agony.
She moves in front of him as he watches the horror unfold.
Cut back to pandemonium at the Wedding Reception. PKs burst into the reception from the double doors leading to the kitchen, blasting more guests.
D'Argo and Chiana leap over the banquet table. John brushes aside the skirt of the table and he crawls out from underneath. D'Argo charges across the room, taking out one of the PKs with a right to the helmet. Chiana moves across the room as D'Argo advances, unarmed, on another of the PKs, but he is dropped by a blast to the chest before he can reach his quarry. More guests fall as John helps Aeryn out from underneath the table. Another loud pulse blast and Chiana falls, mortally wounded. The effigy of Moya is also blasted to tiny pieces. Aeryn and John, in low profile, move out from underneath the table. Jool screams soundlessly, racing across the open. A pulse blast to her side takes her down. They blast the five-tiered wedding cake, bastards! [sorry]. The tiny bride and groom topple. The remnants of the cake bounce off John's shoulders as he and Aeryn shelter from the barrage close to the floor.
Cut to close on John, the reddish glow illuminates his tears and deepen the furrows of pain on his face. The old woman lurks very near.
Cut to John and Aeryn as they rise and make a dash across the room, the PKs continue their barrage until another loud pulse blast cuts through the eerie silence. Aeryn staggers backward into John's arms. They both look down on the dark bloom of blood against the white wedding gown. John screams a silent horrified denial, "No!".
Cut to close on John, his frozen tension cracking slowly, his lips parting on an unarticulated word.
Cut to John-- Aeryn slowly sliding down in his embrace as he faces outward, shouting a prolonged silent scream of protest at the encircling PKs, "No!"
Cut to close on John, horrified, torn by loss-- and completely unsurprised.
Cut to close on John, silently lowering Aeryn to the floor, his grip so strong his fingers are white against her shoulder. The tension goes out of her body and she lies back in his arms as he silently pleads.
Cut to close on John, frozen and eyes full of dread, his breath finally escaping in a short shuddering burst.
Cut to close on John and Aeryn, his hand covering her hand, a futile attempt to stop the loss of blood.
Her voice is tight with pain, and she smiles for him.
He cradles her head in one hand as she shudders in pain, struggling briefly before all struggle ceases on a short exhale.
Bowed over her body, shuddering-- his voice a broken sound full of loss.
Lying beside her on the floor, he weeps and begs softly, his voice broken, whispering his last plea into her mouth.
Pan up and wide on the desolate room, bodies litter the floor. He keeps his hand on her hand, over the wound, his other still cradling her head. His lips press against hers, once-- twice-- stealing a moment more.
Scorpius has entered and is crossing the room, stepping over a body here or there before stopping just beyond John's shoulder.
He lowers himself to one knee at their head, their bodies still entwined and outstretched on the floor.
Cut to close on John, raising his head but not quite looking at him, devastated, he is overwhelmed by what he holds in his arms.
John can only look down on Aeryn's stillness; his breath is ragged with grief, he works disjointedly on some response, but no words come. Slowly he lowers his face to his lover's; pressing her lifeless cheek to his and continues weeping silently.
Close on John, sitting on the floor, hunched forward, the old woman is close beside him. His voice still torn by tears as he struggles to recover some semblance of normalcy.
Cut to angle down. John huddled on the floor, legs folded beneath him, sitting on one heel, the old woman sheltered next to him, hovering over his shoulder.
He turns toward her, a transitory ironic grin on his face before looking away again. He slides off his heel, sitting more upright.
Another slidelong look at her, accompanied by a weak smile. His arms rest on an upraised knee.
He turns slightly to look at her as he explains, tears track unheeded down his cheek.
She needs his full attention, he's still too focused on what's lost. She grabs his face in her hands, forcing his eyes back to hers.
Close on the hatch of the Prowler, cycling open. On the other side, Aeryn tosses a bag inside. Behind her, John has entered, walking across the Maintenance Bay, black duster on and carrying a packed bag in one hand. She steps down, turning at his approach. She ducks under the wing, slowing as their shoulders brush as they pass, moving in opposite directions. John drops his bag on the deck.
She slows again as he ducks under the wing of the Prowler, then moves to fetch a small case from amongst a large stack of containers nearby.
John steps up on the ladder and peers inside the Prowler
He turns to face her, leaning against the hull of the Prowler. With a pained look of sufferance, she puts the case back on the deck.
She takes a few steps, closing the gap between them.
John looks, down, away, anywhere but at her; pain of loss evident in every moment. Finally looking up, his voice soft with finality.
John leaps down from the ladder, ducking quickly under the wing of the Prowler. Stepping close.
She watches him from the corners of her eyes, hazarding a tight breath before taking a step past him, moving quickly toward the Prowler; giving him what he asks.
She's one step past him and he grabs her arm, spinning her to face him.
She pulls her arm free, they face each other again.
Suddenly furious, Aeryn pushes him away, and he stumbles backward.
She pushes him again, but he's prepared this time, giving only marginally.
His rage matching hers, he pushes back, hands slapping against her shoulders as hers struck his.
She shoves him backward again.
She whirls, heading toward the Prowler, stopped in her tracks by an anguished question.
John takes a slow step toward her.
Another small step. She doesn't move, doesn't turn.
She turns slowly as he steps close again.
He ducks under the wing of the prowler, stepping in close again. She nods slowly, her answer whisper soft.
So close, and yet so far apart, he leans in, maneuvering gently, trying to match his lips to hers; and although she tries to evade him with small movements, their lips finally meeting in a slow all too brief kiss. He pulls back slightly, still almost touching.
Close on John, a short bitter grunt of a laugh.
Aeryn stands frozen, her expression a mixture of anger and pain.
He turns, ducking under the wing, retreating under fire. But she can't let him just go.
He wheels about, shouting, voice choked by unshed tears and thinly reined anger.
An emotionally charged standoff. She cannot seem to leave unless he lets her go. He can't let her go. Aeryn steps toward him.
He fumbles in the right front pocket of his pants, pulling something out quickly.
He extends his hand, a large coin rotating in his fingers.
At his frantically frustrated come hither gesture, Aeryn sighs, ducking under the wing of the prowler, moving closer, gesturing to the offered coin, tears glittering in her eyes.
He's only angry.
and flings the coin in the air with a tiny metallic 'ting'-- Aeryn's gaze follows it; she catches it on decent.
She throws the coin at his feet, turning back toward the Prowler.
He cuts himself off, running both hands over his face, fingers pressed to his lips, searching for the words he needs.
She turns away again, but moves no further, a picture of utter despair and confusion.
A long, long silence; she doesn't face the man behind her. A tear breaks from her eye in the silence. Finally his softly spoken answer beckons.
It really is hard to tell what is happening as John is completely out of focus in the BG over her shoulder, but at her final request he seems to stiffen. Aeryn waits in the long silence, her expression wavers between hope and fear. With no other options; John does as she asks; he turns and moves quickly to the exit. He doesn't get far.
Aeryn seems to panic at his retreat, I see a plan formulate and she moves quickly to the array of stacked containers and begins kicking them over. They clatter against the deck and John circles back from beyond the center support pillar-- stopping just beyond it, his gaze a hard sidelong look.
Desperate but frozen by fear, she sits on one of the crates-- breathing hard. John doesn't move but his anger softens, tinged by compassion for her pain. She looks up at him, eyes filled with tears. She hasn't a clue what to do. She looks away. Seeing his reprieve slipping away, he looks away as well. She looks up again and stands slowly, facing him across the distance. She looks down, then up at him again, quiet resolve on her face. She kicks the discarded coin toward him. It skates across the floor and he stops it with his foot.
A standoff of a sort.
John leans down slowly, retrieving the large coin from the deck. They stand facing each other silently, then pace slowly toward each other, closing the distance. Their eyes are locked, she gives a slight nod, and he flings the coin into the air. Her gaze follows the coin up and up. His eyes remain on her, his expression relaxed, almost confident. He knows that this is an act of finality; whatever happens next the uncertainty will be over.
Cut to close on the slowly spinning coin, rotating ever slower until it freezes in mid-air.
Fade to black.
The battered and blackened Farscape module hangs in space, some distance from Moya in the far BG. Surrounded by stars and nebulous matter.
John sits silent and unmoving in the small cabin.
Fade to shot of a tuxedoed D'Argo dancing at the wedding reception.
shot wavers in and out on closeup on John, gravely silent, before wavering to fade on shot of the blue gowned Chiana, dancing at the wedding reception.
Shot fades and wavers back to closeup on John, his silence and expression that of a man with nothing left to lose.
Fade out to shot of Rygel, holding a small glass high in a toast, sporting a red gown and bow tie.
Fade to closeup profile on John, through the port side portal Aeryn's black and red prowler hangs in space close at hand. He sits silent, facing forward, unmoving.
Cut to close on Aeryn, a tear slipping down her cheek.
Cut to close on John, some slight movement now; his brow furrows, his lips work but he can't get anything out. Cut to profile, the Prowler hangs unnaturally close to the portal of the Farscape; Aeryn is visible through the canopy of her Prowler as her ship slowly fades away on her final words.
The module floats in space, high above Moya. Jool hails him over communication channels.
Cut to close on John, jarred from his reverie by Jool's voice.
Jool sits on the console to Pilot's left.
Close on John as the voice of Scorpius's neural clone cuts in on the conversation.
Close on Harvey, sitting just behind John, peering over his right shoulder.
At the interruption, John's lips tighten, anger surging up, but he lacks the energy, interest, drive; necessary to deal with this invasion. He relaxes; biting back the bile, his tone is flat, lusterless.
On the edge, his voice tight and flat. But Harvey isn't one to take warnings.
Harvey's gloved hand on his shoulder doesn't produce so much as a twitch.
Harvey pats his shoulder before withdrawing his hand and settling back in his seat, gazing out the side portal.
[ooo, interesting, closed captioning indicates 'NORANTI' is speaking the old woman's line.]
Cut to monochrome shot of xcloseup on John, the old woman whispering into his ear.
Cut to close on John, his gaze far seeing again as her whispers continue.
Cut to monochrome shot of xcloseup on John, the old woman whispering into his ear.
Shot pans down and left to close on John, color bleeds into the shot as the old woman's voice continues in a whisper.
Shot pans up and right to xclose on John, the old woman whispering in his ear, in technicolor.
On the final word; he blinks. Flash cut to close on John inside the module.
Flash cut to close on Aeryn's smiling face; his bride. A white orchid in her hair.
Flash cut to close on John, oblique angle [Harvey's POV?].
Cut to close on John.
Flash cut to ( beat ) close on John
Flash cut to close on the Old Woman, somewhere aboard Moya, her third eye is open, the orb inside a bright hazy blue.
Flash cut to close on John, oblique angle, his hands busy with controls, powering up the vessel.
Cut to Pilot's Den. Jool sitting on the console, in front of Pilot.
Her demand cut off in a surprised squeal as the old woman grabs a handful of hair and yanks her backward.
She sets her yellowed teeth against the curve of Jool's ear.
Cut to close on John.
The module maneuvers slowly, nosing around to face the Leviathan, still far 'below' it. The propulsion units underneath the small craft are dark.
Abruptly the relative darkness of space is shattered by a flare of blinding light which resolves into a swirling mass below the huge Leviathan.
Cut to close on John, blinking slightly into the bright light.
Cut to ext. space, the leviathan is being drawn into the wormhole, tail first. Comms from Pilot are full of static and Jool's screams.
Another white flash of light and the wormhole winks out, leaving the small white ship floating alone in space.
Close on John, his eyes seeking what can no longer be found. His mouth works slightly but no words come. His gaze leaps to the starboard portal, seeking some sign there.
The module floats in space, utterly alone.
Cut to close on John through the glass of the starboard portal. Through a stunned haze he finally finds his voice.
He turns and looks out the forward canopy again as the shot pulls back, the view through the starboard portal showing just how cramped those quarters really are.
Shot continues to pull back until the module is a tiny speck in the distance amidst a sea of stars.