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| Starring: | |
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Ben Browder Claudia Black Virginia Hey Anthony Simcoe Gigi Edgley |
Commander John Crichton Officer Aeryn Sun Pa'u Zotoh Zhaan Ka D'Argo Chiana |
| Guest Starring: | |
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Matt Day Wayne Pygram Jonathan Hardy Tina Bursill Bianca Chiminello Felix Williamson Aaron Cash Thomas Holesgrove Nicholas McKay Rose Kemp Felicity Price Thomas Holesgrove (?) |
Counselor Tyno Scorpius Kahaynu Empress Novia Jenavian Chatto Prince Clavor Dregon Cazanova Cargn Voice of Cargn Voice of Moya Voice of Princess Katralla Man (Uncredited) |
| Note from Transcriber: It remains a mystery who played the 'Luke Skywalker' personage in white who 'rescues' Aeryn and Dregon. Mythos has it, that this is Thomas Holesgrove in a rare 'out of costume' outing. Anyone who can substantiate or burst this mythos with hard evidence... please, please... email me! | |
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Writer: David Kemper Who also wrote: | |
Director: Andrew Prowse & Tony Tilse Andrew Prowse also directed: Tony Tilse Also Directed: | |
| Co-Executive Producers |
Richard Manning Naren Shankar |
| Produced by: | Sue Milliken |
| Written by: | David Kemper |
| Directed by: | Andrew Prowse & Tony Tilse |
| Executive Producers: |
David Kemper Brian Henson Rod Perth Robert Halmi, Jr. |
| Executive Consultant: | Rockne S. O'Bannon |
| Creative Consultant: | Justin Monjo |
| Executive Story Editors: | Gabrielle Stanton & Harry Werksman, Jr. |
| Director of Photography: | Russell Bacon |
| Production Designer: | Tim Ferrier |
| Associate Producer: | Andrew Prowse |
| Music by: | Guy Gross |
| Costume Designer: | Terry Ryan |
| Editor: | Wayne Le Clees (? -- frelling 1/3 screen credits!) |
| Second Unit DOP: | Danny Batterham |
| Story Editor: | Lily Taylor |
| Script Editor: | Grant McAloon |
| Production Executive: | Robert Woznian |
| Creature Shop Creative Supervisor: | Dave Elsey |
| Visual Effects by: | Animal Logic |
COLD OPENINT. PALACE -- Audience Chamber Tyno, D'Argo and Chiana enter the audience chamber, still in wedding garb. The Statues of John and Katralla 'stand' on a raised dais at the back of the chamber. The statues are flanked by a couple of palace guards. Rygel stands on the platform watching a tech take readings. D'ARGO: They look so...Tyno and the guard exit. D'ARGO: John...Crichton's response is immediate if tinney, transmitted through the receiver pressed to D'Argo's... ear. CRICHTON: Hey, D'Argo.D'Argo and Chiana chuckle weakly. D'ARGO: It's good to hear your voice, John.D'Argo hands the small receiver to Chiana. She immediately presses the device to her ear, leaning close to Crichton. CHIANA: You look great in bronze.Chiana laughs lightly. INTERCUT INT. PALACE -- Audience Chamber The now deserted Audience Chamber, only the statues of Katralla and Crichton remain in the room which is now cloaked in muted light. Cargn follows Clavor into the chamber. The latter rants against his disposition. CLAVOR: Frell! Frell! Frell! -- I'm going to topple his statue! I should be Regent!Clavor throws a punch against Crichton's metallized cheek. The action is accompanied by a loud clank and Clavor's gasp of pain. The dimwit Prince sits at the foot of Crichton's statue, cradling his mangled hand, whimpering in pain. CARGN: While enormously symbolic, Your Highness, may I propose a more permanent tactic?The Scarran, standing behind Crichton's statue, lifts one arm, a laser sword erupts from his wrist. With a single swift downstroke, the blade slices through Crichton's neck. The head of the statue hops off it's shoulders and drops into the lap of a stunned but pleased Clavor. INTERCUT INT. FOUNDRY Cargn and Clavor enter the darkened and abandoned environs of what looks to be a foundry of some kind. A large cistern of bubbling green liquid dominates the room. CARGN: Are you sure he's still alive?Cargn moves to toss Crichton's head into the pool of acid, but Clavor intercepts him. CLAVOR: No, no, no, no! Give it to me- give it to me.Taking he head, Clavor rests it heavily on the stone edge of the cistern, he gloats in his victory, taunting Crichton. CLAVOR: I know you can hear me, Crichton, and I know you're scared... Our laws state that a couple must rule together. Hm? That's why the crown must soon pass to me... because you can't rule with one little head!With that, Clavor shoves Crichton's head into the pool of acid, where it bobs about like a cork. END COLD OPENROLL OPENING CREDITSMy name is John Crichton, an astronaut... ...a radiation wave, 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? ....I'm being hunted by an insane military commander... doing everything I can... I'm just looking for a way home. ACT IEXT. ROYAL PLANET, Scenic Vista Aeryn and Dregon in climbing gear drag, stand between a pair of towers, an ocean in the background. A gorgeous sight. An impressive climb ahead. AERYN: I propose that we start here and traverse around.Dregon embraces Aeryn quickly, bending her back for a passionate kiss. She lets him. AERYN: Mm. That's clearly a local custom. What's this one called? "Kiss your climbing partner"?They prepare to begin the ascent. INTERCUT INT. PALACE -- The Audience Chamber Novia stalks about the chamber, enraged. Her ladies in waiting trail her like ducklings as she circles the dais where the statues of her daughter and headless son-in-law stand. NOVIA: Whoever perpetrated this atrocity shall pay in kind! Beheaded!The Empress and her 'ducklings' depart in a snit. TYNO: Where is the one called Aeryn Sun? The former Peacekeeper? INTERCUT INT. FOUNDRY Scorpius fishes Crichton's head out of the pool of acid with a large sieve. Lifting the bobbing head out of the acid, Scorpius tosses it on the floor. The sieve is also discarded, and lands on the floor, the metal strands melting almost immediately. Scorpius retrieves Crichton's head from the floor. SCORPIUS: Very fortunate I sampled your DNA when you were in the Aurora Chair.... There would have been no other way to track you, Crichton.Scorpius lifts the head, examining it closely for damage, blotting the remaining acid from the features of the metallized head SCORPIUS: Although the crystallization of your cells was designed to withstand 80 cycles of airborne corrosives.... It seems, three arns ... well, a full on acid attack is all it takes... you're beginning to pit! And while I won't be able to retrieve your body... the wormhole calculations you have in your mind--Scorpius' one sided conversation is interrupted when he overhears a noise. He quickly bags Crichton's head. SCORPIUS: Who's there? ( growling ) Who's there!Scorpius is hurled back against the wall by an energy blast. He staggers, but does not go down. A second blast full in the chest sends him to the ground. INTERCUT INT. MOYA Zhaan works on Crichton's module with the assistance of a single DRD. She is most definitely not happy. Even less so when Kahaynu makes an appearance. KAHAYNU: You should use one of Moya's Transport Pods instead of that little one.Kahaynu continues drifting away ZHAAN: DRD! Now! In reverse!The Farscape's engines ignite, the smokey tendrils of Kahaynu are slowly drawn into the engine. KAHAYNU: What? Stop this!The last of Kahaynu is sucked into the Farscape's engines. Zhaan gasps in disbelief of her actions. ZHAAN: Dear Goddess... in my rage... what have I done? INTERCUT INT. PALACE -- Private Rooms Chiana lounges back on a bed, lovely white robe draping her... D'Argo enters, much dejected, and collapses on the bed. Chiana gathers him in her arms. D'ARGO: I cannot find Crichton's head anywhere.... I feel miserable. INTERCUT INT. PALACE Jena uncovers Crichton's head. Behind Jena and Crichton, his 'headless' statue has been returned to stand inside the 'gizmo' that turned him into a statue. Jena dons the receiver, which will allow her to communicate with Crichton in his present state. Before she can get the headset on her ear, she pulls it away quickly, as his tinney shrieks pierce her ear. CRICHTON: ( shrieking ) My body! My body!Jena gestures to Crichton's body, in the freezer, and his head... on a table across the room. CRICHTON: Have you got a plan?Jena fiddles with the controls of the 'freezing chamber'. JENA: Revitalize you. Your speech abilities are so limited right now, you couldn't convince the Empress you're a headless statue.Jena strides to the table and picks up Crichton's head. CRICHTON: Whoa. Nice dress.She carries his head over to his body, stepping up inside the 'freezing chamber'. JENA: When the Empress sees you, my true fiance and his Scarran will be in deep dren. Then you can be remade in to a statue.Jena 'arranges' Crichton's head on his shoulders, grinding metal on metal as she seeks an acceptable position. CRICHTON: Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, hey, hey, hey, wait, wait, wait! Just a second! Hey, come back!Jena pulls the transmitter off her head, effectively silencing Crichton. She fiddles with the controls, and the machine whirs to life. Cold fire races though Crichton's metallized body, slowly transmuting him to flesh and blood form. For a long moment, Crichton remains frozen in the same position, arm upraised, face contorted in pain. Slowly he lowers his arm, groaning in pain. Jena walks toward him, watching curiously. CRICHTON: ( groaning )Crichton turns his head tenatively, you can 'hear' his muscles grinding. CRICHTON: ( groans )Crichton groans a bit more, then manages a weak and rasping answer. CRICHTON: Thank you.Crichton attempts to stand, managing to put one foot out before collapsing to the floor. He's out of sight, groaning on the floor. Jena rolls unsympathetic eyes and lets out a sigh of frustration. INTERCUT Cargn and Clavor are outside the palace, in the 'garden', plotting. CARGN: I told you... it's best we're not seen together until you assume the line of succession! INTERCUT Aeryn and Dregon dangle precariously from the side of a sheer cliff. Aeryn, quite confident, and in her element it seems, has taken the lead in the climb. Her partner, Dregon, hangs back, sweating bullets. AERYN: Dregon... what's wrong?Aeryn decends to just above Dregon's head. He hasn't changed his position, although he keeps reaching about, searching for purchase. Whether his intent is to climb up, or down, isn't clear. AERYN: You've done this before haven't you? Isn't that right? ... You were rated 'expert'... correct?Aeryn decends a bit further, standing on a small outcropping just above Dregon's hand. She reaches down trying to assist him. AERYN: All right... grab my hand. ( long pause ) Dregon, just grab my hand.Dregon finally takes her offered hand. AERYN: Good. Good, all right.... no...Dregon takes a grip on the wall with his left hand. AERYN: You got it? ... Take a deep ...Dregon's foot slips from his purchase and he slides backward slightly, yelping in panic, his weight pulling against Aeryn's grip. AERYN: Take a deep breath! ( pause ) Take a deep breath... that's it. All right now, hold on, I've got you.Dregon's foot slips again, in panic he releases Aeryn's hand, first trying to grip the wall, and then grabbing her leg. AERYN: No, no, no, no, no! Not my leg-- the wall! Hold onto the wall!But no time remains for cautionary climbing lessons, as Dregon's weight, flung entirely on Aeryn's hold, pulls them both off the wall and they fall. INTERCUT EXT. Royal Planet Jena and Crichton stagger toward a small shelter erected at the edge of a body of water. It's an idyllic scene, except that Crichton can't quite master the act of walking, and his weight leans heavily against Jena. CRICHTON: Where the hell are we?Jena hurls Crichton face down on a pile of blankets inside the shelter, kicking him in the ribs for good meaure. CRICHTON: ( grunts ) Ouch.Jena grabs him by one leg and flops him over onto his back. JENA: And which Sebacean house is that from?She takes one of his lax arms and pulls him roughly into a seated position. JENA: Why is Scorpius here?She crouches down beside him. JENA: He's not part of my brief. However, he seems to be part of yours.Crichton attempts to lie back down, but Jena grabs him roughly by the arm and pulls him upright. CRICHTON: ( grunts )Jena drapes one arm across his shoulders, whispering almost conspiratorially. JENA: I heard some of what Scorpius said. He wasn't protecting you as an ally... he was capturing you as prey.Crichton looks into her eyes silently, his gaze slides downward, pausing briefly, then slides back to her eyes. CRICHTON: You wouldn't like the truth.She flings him back to the floor of the tent, his face half buried in the piled blankets. She stands and prowls the tent, arms crossed. JENA: The data scan of 'Mr. John Crichton', list him as a non-Sebacean...Crichton lifts his head, looking at her from the corner of his eye. JENA: ... so... if you're not Sebacean you're not a Peacekeeper... and if you're not a Peacekeeper, you're not Special Directorate... and if you're not Special Directorate, you can't be a Disruptor...Crichton pushes himself back to a seated position, weight braced on one arm, rubbing his eyes with the other. JENA: ... and if you're not a Disruptor...With frightening speed, Jena crouches behind Crichton, violently pulling his head up and back, holding it in a viselike grip, the point of the stilletto ejected from her right wrist, held gleaming at his bare throat. CRICHTON: ( grunts ) END ACT IACT IIInside the tent, Jena holds the stilletto poised over Crichton's neck, his head held tightly against her shoulder. CRICHTON: Well, there's more but... that pretty much sums it up, yeah.The stilletto slides back into it's place of concealment, and she releases him slowly. CRICHTON: Better.Crichton moves swiftly and fluidly, rotating his body on one foot to face Jena. Her eyebrow arches in appreciation. CRICHTON: So, did you kill Scorpy?Jena slowly moves closer to him, entreating him gently. JENA: John... if I fail... so many innocent lives will be lost. ... Help me do my job... and I'll help you get what you want... whatever it is.Crichton eyes her speculatively. CRICHTON: You know... things never work out like you plan. INTERCUT Aeryn limps past Dregon, lying battered and bloodied on the ground. She seats herself gently. Her right leg splinted and sporting her own fair share of bloody scrapes and cuts. They have, amazingly, survived a brutal fall. DREGON: Isn't there... any other way to contact help? INTERCUT INT. MOYA, PILOT'S DEN Zhaan is performing the Delvian Last-Rites over the stricken Leviathan's Pilot. ZHAAN: May the goddess recognize the gentleness of your spirit, and guide you to your ancestors.The silence is broken by Moya's systems coming to life, a deep whirring thoughout the ship and the engines operate. The lights in the Den return to normal levels, and Pilot stirs behind his console... his eyes opening slowly. ZHAAN: What kind of repellant game is this? INTERCUT INT. ROYAL PLANET, The Bar Scorpius stands at the bar, D'Argo approaches him, glowering with anger. SCORPIUS: It's good that you came.D'Argo turns to leave, having his fill of this type of company. CARGN: Ka D'Argo, is it? Luxan. A great race of warriors. I am honored...D'Argo sighs and turns back. CARGN: ... and to you, biological mistake, I commend your plan. Having an agent marry the Princess... how did you defeat my DNA alterations of her?Cargn growls and turning on D'Argo, aim's his 'mind-melting beam' at him. D'Argo falls against the bar under the force of it. D'ARGO: Aah!The Scarran speaks a few growled syllables that seem to be in his own language, and terminates the beam. D'Argo grunts and slumps to the floor. SCORPIUS: I will offer you a deal. INTERCUT EXT. PLANET Aeryn drags Dregon across a desolate and rocky wasteland on a makeshift travois. Her every step is accompanied by a grunt of pain as she uses a length of wood as a crutch to brace her broken leg. DREGON: ( groaning ) Please! INTERCUT INT. ROYAL PALACE, The Bar Rygel sits disconsolately at the bar, D'Argo barges in on his reverie. D'ARGO: Rygel! Have you seen Chiana? INTERCUT EXT. PALACE, The Garden Cargn enters the small outdoor pavilion he and Clavor favor for their conspiracy sessions, an unconcious Chiana is draped across his shoulders. CLAVOR: What the frell is that?Cargn shrugs, dumping Chiana to the ground. CARGN: I'm simply trying to ensure your ascension. If Crichton is not found by tomorrow, you'll be crowned.Cargn turns his 'mind-melting beam' on the Prince who is instantly enveloped by the waves of heat. CARGN: Do you know that as promised... I am about to kill you?Clavor's skin begins to blister and melt, and he gurgles, screams and dies. CARGN: Yes... END ACT IIACT IIIEXT. PLANET, The Lake Crichton approaches the tent, stripped to black tanktop, he flexes his fingers gently as he approaches Jena, waiting for him inside the tent. CRICHTON: Just a little tingling in the hands and feet... I'm good to go.Crichton ducks below the netting surrounding the tent and enters, sliding past Jena. INTERCUT INT. PALACE, Private Rooms D'Argo sits alone on the edge of his bed, abjectly unsatisfied. He comes alert just slightly, inhaling sharply, then growls. Casting a look over one shoulder he watches as Scorpius approaches. SCORPIUS: I, uh... I have found Cargn. It will take both of us to kill him. Scarrans have... exceptional strength. INTERCUT EXT. PLANET, The Lake Darkness has decended. A campfire flickers beneath a tripod holding a pot suspended above it. In the lake, Crichton holds Jena in his arms, their naked shoulders shine in the starlight. Their voices are muted, and they laughing softly, John kisses her throughly. Locked in a mutual embrace, they continue kissing as they drift aimlessly. INTERCUT EXT. PLANET, The Lake Backs to the fire, John and Jena sit huddled together on a boulder, a single blanket draped around their hips. Crichton stares vacantly into the darkness, his thoughts elsewhere, he is utterly relaxed and calm. JENA: I want you to have this.She removes the necklace from her throat, holding it up, aimed outward. The energy pulse that shoots from the necklace, exploding against the ground, startles him slightly. JENA: A little stuns, and a lot kills.She presses the necklace into his hand. JENA: Tomorrow will be dangerous. Scorpius, Cargn, the Empress' anger... be careful. I might not be able to protect you.And they kiss. ( Shippers may now open their eyes. :) INTERCUT EXT. PLANET A much smaller campfire illuminating the darkness. Aeryn and Dregon lay flat on the ground on opposing sides of the fire. DREGON: I'm sorry I brought this on you. INTERCUT INT. PALACE Jena walks down a corridor, she's hailed from behind by a whispered voice. She smiles and stops, not turning. CRICHTON: You're late.Crichton steps out from a recessed point in the corridor. CRICHTON: Are you ready to do this?Lifting her hand, Jena offers Crichton a compatability vial. He eyes it sourly. CRICHTON: We're not compatable.Jena flings the small vial over her shoulder and smiles as it shatters behind her. JENA: You always know... just what to say. INTERCUT EXT. PLANET Aeryn hauls Dregon across the planet, quivering and gasping with every painful step. DREGON: Aeryn...Aeryn glances back to Dregon, then in the direction he indicates. On the crest of a near hill, a young man stands, his white garb flapping in the wind. ( And o-my-gawd, I get a total 'Luke Skywalker' vibe during this scene! hehe ) MAN: ( shouting ) Hello! Hello! Do you need help?! Stay there... I'll come and get you!Aeryn slumps to the ground, sitting gingerly beside Dregon's head. DREGON: Aeryn... listen... I know this didn't turn out like we wanted. I know I was a hindrance... but, I was hoping... we could go out again? INTERCUT INT. PALACE Tyno, Rygel and a few guards watch as Jena weeps over the corpse of her fiance. JENA: No! No! This can't be!Crichton strides casually into the room from the ill lit corridor, standing across the table from the other three. He's back in his PK garb. RYGEL: Crichton!... Crichton!Jena looks up from her 'mourning', rage twisting her lovely features. She hauls back and slaps Crichton across the face, then runs tearfully from the room. ( And YES that is five really good slaps on the 'ol kisser for our favorite astronaut. That plus the whole freezo thing, the walk in space thing, the disintegrator gun thing, and the almost asphyixiated thing.... doesn't that all make up for a few non-Aeryn kisses and the one teensy little meaningless non-Aeryn sex thing? Come on! hehe ;) TYNO: Your Excellency! Who defiled your position? Who rescued you?Crichton turns on his heel and strides purposefully out of the room. TYNO: Crichton! Where are you going?! END ACT IIIACT IVROYAL PLANET, The Foundry D'Argo and Scorpius enter the abandoned foundry. Stifled whimpering directs D'Argo's attention upward where he spies Chiana, bound by the wrists to a length of chain. She is gagged and suspended above the large cistern of acid. D'ARGO: Chiana!Scorpius looks a bit uncomfortable in the heat of the foundry. CARGN: Too hot in here Scorpius?Well it must be, as Scorpius is virtually staggering now, using the dangling chains to remain upright. CARGN: Thermal regulator suit... cooling rods inserted directly into your brain... tell me the rumors are true. Please tell me your search for thermic constancy is tormentful.Enraged, Scorpius hurls himself against the Scarran, they snarl as the grapple with each other. The Scarran has the advantage however, and slams Scorpius up against the wall, then hurls him to the floor. D'ARGO: No!D'Argo charges the Scarran before he can finish Scorpius. Cargn turns, activating his laser blade, but D'Argo deflects it easily. Unfortunately the blade, in being pushed upward, slashes through and severs one of the chains holding Chiana suspended above the acid. She screams as one arm flails in the air, holding on momentarily with only one hand before securing a grip with the other. D'Argo continues to pound on Cargn, the blade deactivated. Without weapons they are both reduced to tearing at each other by main strength... again the Scarran gains the upper hand, slamming D'Argo to the ground where he lies, stunned. CARGN: Luxan coward... now you will die!The Scarran lifts D'Argo up, raising him above his head, ready to dash him to the floor again, or perhaps into the pool of acid, when Crichton arrives, running through the dangling chains, pushing them aside with one hand, holding Jena's necklace out in the other. Crichton leaps down the steps into the foundry room, firing two shots into Cargn's back. The Scarran howls and drops D'Argo, spinning about to face this new enemy. CRICHTON: Hey!Crichton spares a glance upward to see Chiana screaming as she tries to cling to her precarious grip on the chains. He glances back down quickly and fires several more shots into the Scarran's chest. Cargn staggers backward before advancing on Crichton. Crichton backs up the steps holding onto the dangling chains as the Scarran advances slowly. He fires the pulse weapon several more times, the Scarran staggers and howls but keeps advancing, circling the cistern of acid until he stands just below the the steps, preparing the tear Crichton into little bits. Crichton fires again, but the Scarran refuses to go down! CARGN: You... haven't.... defeated.... me!!!Crichton drops the necklace on the floor, grabs a handful of chain length above his head, and swinging on the chain, hurls his entire weight foward, his feet slamming into the Scarran's chest. Overbalanced the Scarran staggers backward, the back of his knees striking the edge of the pool of acid and falls backward with a splash. The Scarran roars as it flails about in the acid, finally gurgling and disappearing below the surface. Crichton drops to the floor, watching in horrified amazement. As Cargn gurgles his last gasp, he's finally distracted by another muffled scream from Chiana, her grip on the chain seems to be failing. CRICHTON: Chiana!!Chiana's grip does not fail, but the chain finally comes loose, and she drops toward the pool of acid. D'ARGO: No!D'Argo dives out over the pool, his shoulder colliding with Chiana's body as she falls, his strength and the power of his leap driving them both to the other side. D'Argo lands, crouched on his feet, Chiana draped over his shoulder. He gathers her into his arms, stroking her face, pulling the gag out. She loops her bound hands over his shoulders hugging and kissing him emphatically. CHIANA: ( whispering ) You're the best!D'Argo stands, Chiana still huddled in his arms, her legs wrapped around his waist, and he walks out, taking with him what he came for. Crichton walks around the cistern, pulls Scorpius off the floor and slams him chest down, on the edge of the pool of acid, pressing his face toward the bubbling surface. Abruptly, Crichton's face twists in pain, and his head begins to drop to one side as if he might be losing conciousness... obliterated by a flash of brilliant light. **He's back in the Aurora Chair, Scorpius leering over his shoulder bringing a long pointed device to bear against the back of his neck. Crichton screams in agony.** Another flash of brilliant light and Crichton jerks his head back up, as one half asleep may do when waking abruptly, his eyes open and blank features again assume a look of fierceness. He leans down close to Scorpius' ear, whispering a dangerous message. CRICHTON: I'm not your enemy... I'm not your friend... you leave me the hell alone... or the next time we part... one of us will be dead.Crichton releases Scorpius and backs slowly away, finally turning he makes his way toward the exit, looking back twice before disappearing around the corner, his expression a mixture of dread and confusion. Scorpius stands quickly. Once more erect and poised. He trails gloved fingers through the pool of acid, flicking the moisture off before exiting the foundry. INTERCUT INT. PALACE Crichton and the Empress pace back and forth on opposite sides of the statue of Katralla, Tyno watches in the background. Crichton in his full PK garb, long coat flapping as he paces, is ready to depart the zoo. CRICHTON: I am sorry if it upsets your line of succession, but I am not going to be a statue again.Crichton freezes, his face a mask of steel determination... CRICHTON: Make me a statue.Both Crichton and the Empress turn on Tyno, respective glares pierce the poor soul. TYNO: Recall that Crichton is not Sebacean. Based on our findings, human physiology would not tolerate the process a second time.Crichton looks at Katralla with awful sadness. CRICHTON: ( softly ) You take my place.Crichton takes the transmitter from Tyno and crosses the room to the Empress. CRICHTON: Counselor Tyno can be your new king.Crichton stands before Katralla again. CRICHTON: ( softly ) And they love each other.Crichton brings the transmitter to his ear. CRICHTON: What do you say? Does this work for you?Crichton lowers the transmitter and looks toward Novia. CRICHTON: It's your call.Crichton turns to leave, walking away quickly, pressing the transmitter into Tyno's hand as he passes. Tyno brings the transmitter to his ear, and turns to look toward Crichton's retreating back. TYNO: Princess Katralla wants to know if you'd like to see your offspring.Crichton freezes, and turns back. CRICHTON: Yes.Crichton walks slowly toward the projector. Stepping onto the platform, he lowers himself to one knee in front of a slight auburn haired girl of about 4 years of age. CRICHTON: Hi there.Crichton gathers the girl gently into his arms, pressing his face into her sweet hair, holding her for a moment before releasing her. Too quickly gone, the projection ends leaving him kneeling alone on the platform. He rises slowly, a tear falling to the floor. Stepping wearily down from the platform he walks slowly to Katralla, gently stroking her shoulder with his fingertips. He lowers his hand walks away with finality. Passing by Tyno he gives one last message before leaving. CRICHTON: You take care of my little girl. END ACT IVEPILOGUEINT. MOYA, D'Argo's Quarters Chiana stands behind the privacy screen, arms draped across the top, her chin resting on her arms. CHIANA: So, how come Crichton didn't kill Scorpius?Chiana, wrapped in a golden blanket, kneels behind D'Argo on the bed, gently kissing, and rearranging one of his tankas. CHIANA: I'm very proud of you. INTERCUT Aeryn's chosen the maintenance bay to work out in... hmm. She's doing some vigorous press ups when Crichton enters with a part for the module. She notes his entrance, and his stream of conciousness dialogue as he moves across the bay, and climbs into the shuttle to perform some maintenance. CRICHTON: Zhaan said the surgical reconstructors did an excellent job on your leg. There's no sign that it was ever broken. ... Yeah, I was, uh... worried about you when you didn't show up for the wedding...Crichton glances over toward Aeryn, but she doesn't respond, just continues with the pressups. CRICHTON: Anyway, I'm, ah... I'm just glad you're okay. ... And I have noticed your not talking to me.Aeryn abandons her work out. She stands and retrieves a small vial from the crate in front of her. She turns toward Crichton, one hand on hip, the other holding up the vial, but makes no other move. Crichton glances toward her again, and sits frozen, not moving or speaking. Watching her walk toward him, limping slightly, still holding the vial in plain view. Reaching the side of the module, she holds the vial up within his easy reach. He looks at the vial, then looks at her. They both look vaguely frightened, or sad or both. Finally taking the vial from her he places a small drop of the fluid on his tongue, glancing at her again, now both seem slightly anxious. Dipping the cap into the vial, he offers it to Aeryn... waiting, his hand steady. Another glance into his eyes and she opens her mouth slightly, he places the drop on her tongue and reseals the vial. They look at each other again, she very fearful, he very determined. From his place kneeling inside the module he leans forward and down, and she lifts her chin slightly. Their tongues touch. They look at each other silently for a heartbeat. And then they kiss. Pulling away from the kiss, Aeryn lifts her eyes to his, her expression no longer fearful, but quite blank otherwise. John remains quiet, crossing his arms on the edge of the module, his expression revealing nothing. Slowly she turns her back to him, her blank expression slowly converting to a relaxed smile that lights her eyes. She limps quietly away. Watching her go, Crichton smiles as tears begin to glisten in his eyes, he strokes his lips thoughtfully with his thumb. ROLL ENDING CREDITS |