FARSCAPE

"Liars, Guns & Money, Part 1: A Not So Simple Plan"

Written by,
Grant McAloon



This transcript provided by: Farscape Ally! with valuable aid from 30d954A. Thanks, 3030!
Suggestions for corrections/revisions/expansions are always gratefully accepted.

Getting tired, can't think of more creative way to thank $al-Man for the transcript edits except to say, "Thanks!"


Starring:
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:
Wayne Pygram
Paul Goddard
Claudia Karvan
Matt Newton
Nicholas Hope
David Franklin
Jennifer Fisher
Adrian Brown
Scorpius
Stark
Natira
Jothee (Who did not appear in Pt 1)
Akkor
Lieutenant Braca
PK Skipper
Gan


Writer: Grant McAloon

Who also wrote:

(1:15) "Durka Returns", (2:03) "Vitas Mortis".



Director: Andrew Prowse

Who also directed:

(1:01) "Premiere", (1:09) "DNA Mad Scientist", (1:12) "Rhapsody In Blue", (1:21) "Bone To Be Wild", (2:02) "Mind The Baby", (2:06) "Picture If You Will", (2:10*) "Look At The Princess, Part 1: A Kiss Is But A Kiss", (2:21*) "Look At The Princess, Part 2: I Do, I Think", (2:11*) "Look At The Princess, Part 3: The Maltese Crichton", (3:02) "Suns & Lovers".




CREATED BY: Rockne S. O'Bannon
VOICE OF RYGEL:

VOICE OF PILOT:
Jonathan Hardy

Lani Tupu
EXECUTIVE PRODUCER: Richard Manning
EXECUTIVE PRODUCER: Naren Shankar
PRODUCED BY: Sue Milliken
WRITTEN BY: Grant McAloon
DIRECTED BY: Andrew Prowse
EXECUTIVE PRODUCERS: David Kemper
Brian Henson
EXECUTIVE PRODUCERS: Rod Perth
Robert Halmi, Jr.
EXECUTIVE CONSULTANT: Rockne S. O'Bannon
CREATIVE CONSULTANT: Justin Monjo
DIRECTOR OF PHOTOGRAPHY Russell Bacon
PRODUCTION DESIGNER: Tim Ferrier
ASSOCIATE PRODUCER: Andrew Prowse
MUSIC BY: Guy Gross
COSTUME DESIGNER: Terry Ryan
EDITOR: Suresh Ayyar
SECOND UNIT DOP: Danny Batterham
MAKEUP/HAIR SUPERVISOR: Dave Patterson
STORY EDITOR: Lily Taylor
SCRIPT EDITOR: Grant McAloon
PRODUCTION EXECUTIVE: Robert I. Wozniak
CREATURE SHOP CREATIVE SUPERVISOR: Dave Elsey
VISUAL EFFECTS: ANIMAL LOGIC





COLD OPEN





MOYA, Command

Clutching Stark's mask, Zhaan paces restlessly.


ZHAAN: Just keep going-- follow the nexus coordinates.

PILOT: But we've been following them for three solar days.

ZHAAN: Just follow them, Pilot or do I have to take over manual command?

CRICHTON: Zhaan, maybe...

ZHAAN: Go away, Crichton!



Crichton tries to obey Zhaan’s wishes, but Chiana and D’Argo standing far back by the open doorway, silently urge John back toward Zhaan. Reluctantly, Crichton turns back to the agitated Delvian.


CRICHTON: All right, look, we’ve all been talking. We think maybe we should turn back.

ZHAAN: No... when Stark communicated with me, he insisted that we follow the nexus coordinates. If I do what he says, he will be there.

CRICHTON: There's nothing out there, okay? Aeryn has gone and done the long-range recon...



D'Argo, interrupting Crichton's 'voice of reason', strides across the Command.


D'ARGO: We should return to the slave auction immediately!

ZHAAN: And do what? We have no currency, D'Argo. We cannot save your son. But we can save Stark.

CHIANA: Zhaan, maybe, uh...

ZHAAN: What?

CHIANA: Well, maybe I'm... I'm just saying maybe... you didn't communicate with Stark. You know, Zhaan, sometimes when we want something really badly we think things happen when they don't.

ZHAAN: I do not need a lesson from you, child. This mask talked to me... unless you all think I'm imagining it.

D'ARGO: I do. Stark is gone but my son is still alive. So I want you to turn this ship around.



D'Argo slowly approaches Zhaan, intently serious and intimidating. Zhaan backs away and turns to Crichton for his support.


ZHAAN: Crichton, do you also believe I am imagining my communication with Stark?

CRICHTON: Bluie, since we've been together...



Crichton takes the mask from her, holding it in one outstretched hand, and looks down at it thoughtfully.


CRICHTON: ... you've shown me some pretty wacky things but it's been three days, and D'Argo's son is...

STARK: [O.V.] Don't give up...



Crichton does a quick double-take, his words abruptly cutting off, as a ghostly image of Stark’s face fills the mask as it rests in Crichton’s hand.


STARK: Don't stop, Zhaan. Hurry. I'm dying.



Zhaan takes the mask from Crichton's hand, he's disturbed by this 'vision' and it's hard to say for certain that anyone but he and Zhaan even saw it... Pilot interrupting what may happen next.


PILOT: Moya's found something. There's a ship directly in front of us.

ZHAAN: Stark.

PILOT: Moya's sensors are picking up one being.

CRICHTON: Maneuver close and deploy the docking web.



Crichton moves quickly, exiting Command.


PILOT: The life is faint, Crichton. We have to reach him quickly.



D'Argo follows Crichton out of Command.




INTERCUT

EXT. SPACE



Moya’s docking web, a nebulous net of green strands, encases a bulky looking transport and draws it toward the open hangar door.




INTERCUT

MOYA, Hangar Bay/Maintenance Bay



Crichton and D’Argo run from the hangar bay, entering the maintenance bay, dragging a unconscious Stark between them. A rag wrapped around his forehead secures a bit of cloth loosely over the right side of his face.


CRICHTON: He's barely breathing.

D'ARGO: This is impossible. We saw him die.

CRICHTON: Well, let's get him to Zhaan before he dies again.



Stark's head snaps up, his breath coming in choking gasps, the cloth flutters with his urgently spoken words. Crichton and D'Argo stop running to listen.


STARK: ( gasping ) D'Argo! D'Argo, I've done it. I've found it. I know how to save your son.



END COLD OPEN










ROLL OPENING CREDITS



My name is John Crichton... an astronaut... A radiation wave hit, and I got shot through a wormhole... Now I'm lost in some distant part of the universe on a ship... a living ship, full of strange, alien lifeforms... 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 I





MOYA, Medical Bay

Stark bolts upright from the table, a broad metallic cylinder in his hands.


STARK: It’s all here D’Argo… everything, everything.

ZHAAN: Be calm, Stark, be calm.



Zhaan attempts to minister to Stark who is in a severely weakened state. The remainder of the crew cluster around him, except for John and Aeryn who stand apart in the background.

D'Argo examines the mass of papers that Stark withdraws from the cylinder.



D'ARGO: What is this dren? How will it help me save my son?

STARK: I've got a plan-- a plan.

ZHAAN: Shh! Stark, your life signs are still weak.



Zhaan forces Stark to lie back on the table.


D'ARGO: Just let him talk.

CRICHTON: Hang on. Before we hear about any plan-- inquiring minds want to know- how the hell did you get here?

STARK: I stole a ship.



Stark sits up again, while Zhaan works to remove the rag from his face.


CRICHTON: No, on the hubcap-- you were executed… you were dispersed.

STARK: Crichton, this body is only a... a molecular creation, which enables me to live in your realm. It's merely a... a vessel for my true incorporeal self.

CRICHTON: You want to run that by me one more time?

STARK: When I dispersed, I instantly traveled to locate these plans and blueprints, and then I... I reconstituted the shell of this body, and… and stole a ship to come find you.



Zhaan gently replaces it with Stark's mask.


CHIANA: I told you he was still alive.

RYGEL: I don't believe it. Zhaan was telling the truth, I...



D'Argo silences Rygel with a well placed hand. With Zhaan's assistance, Stark slides off the table, taking one of the blueprints in his hands.


D'ARGO: Go on, Stark.

STARK: Ka D'Argo, your son is being sold in a lot of 10,000 slaves. Now-- this is a blueprint for a depository.

CHIANA: What, you mean like a bank?

STARK: Yes.

CHIANA: Are we going to rob a bank?

STARK: Yes!

CHIANA: ( giggles )

ZHAAN: Steal other people's currency to help ourselves? We-We can't do that, I can't.

CHIANA: Well, sure you can.



Sitting on a table, apart from the others, Aeryn looks away for a moment, she is 'not' happy.


STARK: Zhaan, it is not a normal depository. It is one that services only criminals who wish to hide what they have stolen from others.

RYGEL: Wait a microt. Are you talking about a shadow depository?

STARK: Yes, and it's within the range of a transport pod from here.

RYGEL: Hmm, so you are insane.



Aeryn walks toward Stark.


AERYN: Well, I saw a shadow depository once that had more firepower than a Gammak Base.

STARK: Yes, but with these, I can control the internal depository door motion detectors. And these... These are a complete set of blueprints-vault layout, everything.



Crichton approaches the table, examining the blue prints.


STARK: In one container is enough wealth to buy the entire shipment of slaves-- and still have enough left over to make all of us filthy rich forever!

CRICHTON: Where did you get these?

STARK: I helped the deposit designer cross over to death. His last thoughts led me to these. They're genuine.



Crichton slowly approaches Stark from around the table, looking him very closely in the eyes.


CRICHTON: ( softly ) Did you kill him?

STARK: Not exactly.

AERYN: ( laughs ) Did the designer have enough time to explain to you how much firepower is actually inside this depository?

STARK: Not... Not precisely.

CRICHTON: Oh, that's comforting.

D'ARGO: We're going to have to go down and have a look for ourselves.



Turning, D'Argo moves to leave.


AERYN: Their arsenal would be massive. This is suicide, D'Argo.



D'Argo stops and turns back.


D'ARGO: Well, it's the only way we can save my son. We must consider it.

CRICHTON: D'Argo, wait. No, no, no. I know this is important. I know you want to do this-- but it’s not possible.

D'ARGO: You won't even consider this?

CRICHTON: I just don't see how we...

D'ARGO: ( angrily ) Well, fine, we'll go without you. We'll go without all four of you. Chiana, it's just you, me and Stark.

CHIANA: Well, sure, Bubba, but you know, maybe... maybe we should just…

D'ARGO: What? You're against me, too?

CHIANA: No, no, I'm with you. It's...

D'ARGO: When you ask me to do something did I ever question if it was possible?!

CRICHTON: D'Argo, I...

D'ARGO: No, I didn't. You're cowards, all of you.



D'Argo turns and stalks out.




INTERCUT

EXT SPACE

Moya against a starfield, red nebula in the far background, a transport pod, exiting from Moya, completes and turn and heads down to the planet.


PILOT: He does not need my permission.



INTERCUT

MOYA

John walks down a passage, dressed for travel. The corridor reaches a junction and Aeryn joins him, moving from the opposite direction. She is also dressed for travel. They walk together toward the transport hangar.


CRICHTON: Get him on the phone!

PILOT: He is not responding to any of my signals.

CRICHTON: D'Argo!

AERYN: How much of a head start does he have?

PILOT: He cleared Moya not more than 50 microts ago.



INTERCUT

INT. Transport Pod

D’Argo listens to John over comms but does not reply.


CRICHTON: D'Argo, pick up the damn phone. I know you can hear me.



INTERCUT

MOYA

Crichton continues to stalk down yet another branching corridor, Aeryn following, easily keeping the rapid pace.


CRICHTON: D'Argo?!

AERYN: We're taking the prowler.



INTERCUT

EXT. PLANET SURFACE

Gorgeous CGI of darkened planetary surface, overcast clouds with what looks like a very bitterly cold slanting rain falling. Many large buildings dot the darkened planet surface. It’s a beauty of a shot!




INTERCUT

INT. PROWLER

Aeryn pilots and John perches behind her, leaning slightly over her shoulder for a better view as they approach the planet's surface. A massive structure dominates the view.


CRICHTON: That's big.

AERYN: That’s very big.



INTERCUT

EXT. DEPOSITORY

Dang! It IS big! It looks as if the top of the structure penetrates cloud cover!




INTERCUT

DEPOSITORY, Central Reception

A heavy door slides open and Crichton and Aeryn enter the central reception area. Many 'civilian' aliens and guards move about.

A very odd looking alien female, predominantly blue, walks and talks with a not so odd looking gray haired male alien. On the other side of the central area, D'Argo walks along the wall.



FEMALE: I suggest you take it, or your business will be no longer appreciated.

MALE: Don't threaten me, Natira.

AERYN: John… there’s D’Argo

MALE: And don't forget who I am.

NATIRA: I haven't. You're nobody here.



Aeryn watches the 'business' exchange between the two aliens with vague interest, John noting the direction of her gaze glances in that direction as well... and freezes. To his eyes, the alien speaking with the female is Scorpius.


NATIRA: But do as I say, and we'll let the relationship unfold.

MALE: Just, um...



John ducks behind an ornate support beam, dragging Aeryn with him. ( Nope... nothin’ suspicious happening here! )


AERYN: What?

CRICHTON: ( whispering ) Scorpius.

AERYN: Where?

CRICHTON: ( whispering ) Over there, talking to that weird, blue alien.



Aeryn peers around the pillar quickly, then looks back to John.


AERYN: ( sighing ) That's not Scorpius. You're having visions again.



John looks at her... only slightly disbelieving.


AERYN: Have a look.



John looks back around the pillar and sees the ‘weird blue alien’ talking to a male alien - sure enough, neither one is Scorpius.


NATIRA: ... and regardless... that should be the least of your worries...

AERYN: See?

CRICHTON: Sorry about that.

AERYN: And we're worried about D'Argo.



They walk past the ornate pillar, toward the central reception area. Abruptly an alarm begins blaring. Instantly on alert they whirl, back to back, weapons drawn. Many guards quickly surround them, pulse rifles at the ready.


GUARD 1: Hand over your weapons... Slowly.



Crichton and Aeryn immediately surrender their pistols, the alarms terminating. A tall gray haired guy approaches, eyeing them with obvious distaste.


AKKOR: What is your business here, Peacekeepers?



Two guards 'sweep' Crichton and Aeryn for additional weapons. Crichton walks away from them, circling Akkor, running a serious bluff.


CRICHTON: Good. Very, very good. You're in charge here?

AKKOR: What is your business?

CRICHTON: This is a depository, right? We have something to deposit.

AKKOR: What makes you think we'd be interested?

CRICHTON: You ever hear of K.F.C.?

AKKOR: K.F.C.?

CRICHTON: It is, to my knowledge, unique in the universe and unique is always valuable.



D'Argo takes the opportunity of distraction, and turns to a control panel, attempting to open a security door.


CRICHTON: Now... we have managed to procure all 11 secret ingredients....



Crichton glances at D'Argo over Akkor's shoulder.


CRICHTON: What we need to do now... is discuss the terms of--

MAN: Security breach, portal five!

AKKOR: Guards! The Luxan! Seize him!

CRICHTON: Piss!



It seems that every guard in the place mobilizes to capture D’Argo. Crichton bolts in that direction as well.

The guards reach him first as the door slides open, attempting to detain him, but he fights back a bit as they enthusiastically pound him to the ground.



GUARD 1: Get him on the ground.



Aeryn and Crichton watch from the background as D'Argo is driven to the floor beneath several armed guards.


GUARD 2: On the ground.

GUARD 3: On the ground.

GAN: Hold him!

AERYN: Wait.

D'ARGO: I was told the security here was weak.

CRICHTON: What for?

D'ARGO: I was right. The security here is frelled!

GAN: Silence!



Weird blue alien chick approaches. It's hard to tell where her 'skin' ends and 'clothing' begins, but I refuse to believe that those two inch heels are 'natural appendages'. She kneels beside D'Argo, pulling his braided mustache gently off his face with clawed fingers.


NATIRA: As a race Luxans can be in-artful at love inadequate at war, and intrinsically inept, but this one... is intelligent.

GAN: Shall I execute him?

NATIRA: No. He also expects to be interrogated don't you...?

D'ARGO: ( gasping ) Ka... D'Argo.

NATIRA: See? It's a dance, gentlemen. Let's not disappoint him.



Natira stands and two guards haul D'Argo semi-upright between them, D'Argo managing a fairly disrespectful laugh.


NATIRA: You went to so much trouble to open that door, Ka D'Argo... be my guest.



Natira glances to Gan, who obliges her by burying his fist in the Luxan's gut. D'Argo groans loudly and doubles over.

As D’Argo is marched away under heavy guard, Crichton watches in the background.



CRICHTON: It's time to go.



Crichton turns to leave, but Aeryn lingers as Natira turns about and surveys the crowd in the depository.


CRICHTON: Aeryn.



END ACT I










ACT II





MOYA

Crichton and Aeryn, returning from the depository. Neither one is in a particularly pleasant mood. They enter a cell Stark must be using as quarters. Crichton attacks Stark immediately, grabbing him by his ragged shirt.


CRICHTON: You! You set him up!



Drawing back a fist, Crichton barely restrains himself from hitting Stark.


CRICHTON: D'Argo is down there... because of you!

STARK: Look, you left him no choice! He had to, had to. It's the only way to save Jothee. It's the plan!



Crichton flings Stark away from him, toward Aeryn. Aeryn grabs him and pushes him up against a wall.


AERYN: What plan?! What are you talking about?!

STARK: The plan, the plan to get D'Argo back and to rob the depository.

AERYN: But you put the whole place on security alert!



Aeryn pulls him away from the wall, Crichton grabs him and flings him face first onto a small table, holding his head immobile with one hand, he presses one knee into Stark's back. ( To say Crichton is furious here, would be an understatement! )


STARK: It's all part of the plan, you see? Because D'Argo's breached the system they'll scramble their codes and while they're resetting their security codes I can link in and they'll never even know...



Crichton glances up at Aeryn, panting heavily, face stormy, checking on 'her' belief level.


STARK: ... but I have to work quickly.



Stark pulls away from Crichton’s grasp and backs away. Crichton eyes him from across the room, still gravely angered and mildly out of control.


STARK: So you'll leave me alone! I've only got six arns before they reset their codes.



Crichton glances at Aeryn briefly.


CRICHTON: How ‘bout I reset his codes?



Striding across the room, Crichton grabs Stark again, driving him back against the wall.


CRICHTON: How the hell are we supposed to get D'Argo back?!

STARK: Don't worry about a thing. I've got it all figured out. It's all part of the plan.

AERYN: You better have it all figured out. D'Argo bet his life on that.

STARK: No, he bet his son's life on that.



Unappeased and throughly angry, Crichton presses Stark back hard against the wall, then releases him abruptly.


CRICHTON: You manipulated us.

STARK: This plan... will work.



INTERCUT

DEPOSITORY, Natira's Quarters

In Natira's quarters, D'Argo sits on the floor divested of his tunic, arms outstretched and secured to a very large wire 'sphere'. He grunts as his already heavily bruised chest is viciously kicked.


AKKOR: He hasn't said a word.

NATIRA: He's Luxan-- he'll die first. Which means all this pain has been for nothing as it will continue to be... but perhaps you like pain.



D’Argo gasps loudly as Natira tweaks a tentacle.


NATIRA: Is that it? I hope so.



Natira grinds one of her heels on top of one of D’Argo’s collarbone rings to his attendant screaming!




INTERCUT

MOYA, Zhaan's Lab

Two DRD’s emit light beams that slowly, layer by layer, sculpt a ‘statue’ around Rygel’s body, Zhaan works on a silver canister while Chiana works on Rygel.


RYGEL: I've changed my mind. 7% isn't nearly enough. I want ten.



Chiana grabs an earbrow and pulls firmly.


RYGEL: Ow!

CHIANA: Listen, slug, you'll get what we agreed upon and you'll be happy about it, okay? Okay?! It's easy, Rygel. okay. Now, Stark's gadget will switch our container for the valuable one.



Chiana drops the 'gadget' into the bottom of the statue with a muffled clink.


RYGEL: Mm-hm.



Chiana plucks Rygel's comm from his tunic.


CHIANA: And no comms.

RYGEL: What?!

CHIANA: All transmissions will be detected.

RYGEL: But what if something goes wrong?

ZHAAN: We have complete confidence in you, Rygel especially where money is concerned.

RYGEL: ( chuckles )

ZHAAN: Chiana, swallow this. It will protect you from the effects of the melar gas.



Chiana takes the tiny capsule Zhaan offers her... Zhaan takes one as well.


CHIANA: You ready, Rygel?



Rygel passes gas with an odd hollow sound as he is already half encased in the statue.


RYGEL: ( high voice ) Do I look ready?

ZHAAN: You have nothing to fear. The gas will suspend your biological functions just long enough to avoid being detected by a bioscan. Goddess be with you. Brave, Rygel.



Zhaan holds a small silver cylinder in from of Rygel's face and it hisses as it emits a cloud of pink gas.


RYGEL: ( high voice ) 10%, do you hear me?! Ten! I consider this an oral con... tra…



Rygel passes out… ( Finally! )


ZHAAN: Strange, it should have been instantaneous. I'll have to adjust the mix next time.



INTERCUT

MOYA, Command

At the strategy table, Stark works on hacking the Shadow Depository security system, repeatedly swapping out one chip after another on a small console on the table in front of him.


STARK: No, no, no! Wrong chip! Bad chip!



He swaps out another chip.


STARK: Bad!



Crichton enters.


CRICHTON: Have you accessed their security systems yet?

STARK: Soon.

CRICHTON: You said we had less than six arns.

STARK: I know what I said.



Crichton takes up a position next to him at the table, watching his progress closely.


CRICHTON: That means you have less than an arn left.



Stark collects a small handful of chips and shoves them into John's hand


STARK: All bad.



Stark resumes swapping out chips on the small console while Crichton eyes the chips in his hand.


STARK: It's a matter of precision and timing. I must create my link at the precise moment they reset the...



A large holo image of the Shadow Depository resolves at the center of the table. Stark looks surprised.... then triumphant.


STARK: We're in. I'm in.

CRICHTON: Are you sure this is going to work?

STARK: Yes, it'll work. I spent too much time thinking it through.

CRICHTON: I spent too much time thinking through the Farscape Project.



Crichton reaches across the table to put the chips back down. Stark pushes him back abruptly, going into a familiar rant.


STARK: Your side, my side! My side, your side!



Crichton looks surprised, and not too happy with this trip down memory lane, but seems prepared to exercise tolerance.


STARK: Now go away. You know… go back to your quarters. Get something to eat, take a nap. Do nothing. That's what D'Argo said you do best.



Quickly looking back at the distracted Stark, Crichton pauses slightly, disbelief etched on his features. Then-- instantly and coldly furious, Crichton pulls his pistol, pressing it firmly against the side of Stark’s neck, his softly spoken words, laced with anger.


CRICHTON: Ground rules: You don't lie to me....



Crichton cocks his head slightly, the silence menacing.


CRICHTON: Did D'Argo say that?

STARK: No. I'm sorry... He didn't.

CRICHTON: Do you have any other lies... you want to confess?

STARK: No.



Slowly, and with a difficulty that didn't come with putting the weapon there, Crichton draws it away, slowly returning to... 'himself'.


CRICHTON: You want to guilt trip me, that's fine. Just… don't lie to me.



Crichton holsters his weapon and departs without a backward glance.


STARK: Good. Good.



Stark puts out one hand, as if to pat him gently as he leaves... sighing quietly in relief. Stark returns to his work.




INTERCUT

EXT. SHADOW DEPOSITORY

Exterior shot of the depository, the weather hasn't improved one jot.




INTERCUT

INT. SHADOW DEPOSITORY

Zhaan and Chiana enter the central reception area of the depository. Chiana decked out per usual, but Zhaan is outfitted in a bizzare 'pirate' outfit, complete with eyepatch.


CHIANA: This is it? ( scoffs ) Lame. We can do better.



Chiana turns to stalk out, Zhaan drags her back.


ZHAAN: Better is whatever I say it is.

CHIANA: I knew that.



Chi follows 'pirate' Zhaan to the reception area, Akkor intercepts her as she walks, borrowing Aeryn's 'no-nonsense' stride.


AKKOR: May I help you?

ZHAAN: No. Bring me who ever is in charge here.

AKKOR: I assure you, madam, I am more than capable...

ZHAAN: Don't elevate yourself. I know a functionary when one crawls in front of my face. Now fetch me your master like a good little minion.

NATIRA: I'm Natira. Are you here to make a transaction?

ZHAAN: I am Aralla.

NATIRA: You act as if that name should mean something to me.

ZHAAN: I understand you've been having security problems.

NATIRA: You've been misinformed.

ZHAAN: Oh really? I had one of my operatives test your systems himself. He got halfway into your vault before you even noticed him.

NATIRA: The Luxan? He barely made it through the first door. He belongs to you?

ZHAAN: He's still alive?

NATIRA: Last I checked.

CHIANA: They couldn't even kill a Luxan.

ZHAAN: Unbelievable. I will take him back now.

NATIRA: You'll take whatever I give you.

CHIANA: (purrs) Oh...?

NATIRA: How did he get our code?

ZHAAN: It is not my job to plug your security leak.

NATIRA: Then why have you come here?

ZHAAN: Time-sensitive goods. Short-term deposit.

CHIANA: "Short term."

ZHAAN: I need storage for one solar day.

CHIANA: "One solar day."



Two guards electronically sweep a stack of goods.


GUARD 1: Explosives: Negative.

GUARD 2: Biologicals: Negative.

GUARD 1: Power-field emitters: Negative.



Natira examines the smallish 'statue' that is part of 'Aralla's' goods.


NATIRA: Hynerian?

ZHAAN: Yes. Neltoth era.

NATIRA: Hmm, it's extremely ugly.

ZHAAN: But priceless. And now my Luxan.



Natira turns and with a preemptive gesture, a door slides open. Gan enters followed by two guards holding a very unsteady Luxan between them.


NATIRA: This way, please.

ZHAAN: Girl?

CHIANA: Yes?

ZHAAN: Take him back to the ship.

CHIANA: At once, Aralla.



Chiana darts away to take D'Argo back to the ship. Standing together, aside from the action, 'Aralla's Guards'; Crichton and Aeryn, watch as D'Argo is lead past.


CRICHTON: ( softly ) Freakin' attila the hun.

NATIRA: Your guards can watch you from the observation room.

CRICHTON: ( softly ) He looks bad.

NATIRA: Those are my rules, and if you don't like them then leave... Now.



INTERCUT

SHADOW DEPOSITORY, The Vault

Predominantly bright white and pale blue, with an oddly shaped control console at the center, the vault is 'brightly lit'. An Octagonally shaped door slides to the side and Natira and 'Aralla' enter, followed by the large pallet of her 'possessions'.


NATIRA: The vault is made from madium steel strong enough to withstand a metevec explosion. Does that alleviate your security concerns?

ZHAAN: I'll let you know in one solar day.



Natira places one hand against the control panel, then indicates 'Aralla' should do the same.


NATIRA: Please.



An electronic 'chirping' follows Zhaan placing her hand against a control panel.


NATIRA: The code to your container is now linked to your genetic profile. Only you will be able to gain access. Here comes your container now.



The vault container intended for ‘Aralla’ arrives with breathtaking speed, stopping suddenly mere inches from Natira’s face. Taken by surprise, Zhaan staggers backward slightly.


NATIRA: The first time can be a little intimidating.



INTERCUT

DEPOSITORY, Observation Room

Akkor enters the ‘observation room’ with ‘Peacekeepers’, John and Aeryn, he engages a few controls so that ‘Aralla’s’ guards can keep an eye on the action.


CRICHTON: ( softly ) ‘Bonnie and Clyde’. Oh, no, forget about that one-- it was a bad ending.



Gan enters, he and Akkor stand in the back of the room quietly conferring.


GAN: ( whispering ) Scorpius is here.

AKKOR: ( whispering ) Natira should know.



Aeryn and Crichton turn to watch as Gan and Akkor depart in great haste.


CRICHTON: You know, it's really not very nice to whisper.



Crichton turns back to the multiple observation screens, watching Zhaan and Natira in the vault.


CRICHTON: All right, Zhaan, come on, come on, wrap it up. ::"You can't escape me. You know that"::



Crichton turns away from the screens, waving an impatient hand in the air.


CRICHTON: Not now, you freak. Get out of my head. ::"You can't escape me"::

AERYN: Scorpius.

CRICHTON: (sighing heavily) Yes, Scorpius.

AERYN: No...



Aeryn walks past Crichton who still has his back to the screens.


AERYN: Scorpius.



Crichton turns about abruptly, walking back toward the view screens.


CRICHTON: You see him?



One of the observation screens clearly displays Scorpius and entourage walking down a corridor of the depository.


CRICHTON: This is bad.

AERYN: This is very bad.



END ACT II










ACT III





SHADOW DEPOSITORY, Corridor

Akkor intercepts Scorpius and his entourage, while John and Aeryn watch on a screen in the Observation Room.


AKKOR: Scorpius... Scorpius...

SCORPIUS: Don't talk. I've come for my property.

AKKOR: If you could just... be a little patient.

SCORPIUS: No! No, no, no, no. I must see Natira now.

AKKOR: Yes, but...

SCORPIUS: You're stalling me, Akkor.

AKKOR: No.

CRICHTON: He's about to walk in on Zhaan. We better warn her.

AERYN: We can't use the comms, because they'll hear us.

AKKOR: She'll be right with you.



Scorpius growls impatiently.


AKKOR: Please understand. Natira's policy on client confidentiality is very strict. I could lose my position.

SCORPIUS: Of course. Oh, I understand.



Scorpius glances toward his Lieutenant, and Braca steps forward-- taking out Akkor with a couple of simple blows. Akkor collapses groaning to the floor.


SCORPIUS: Now it won't be your fault.



Scorpius staggers slightly, panting.


PK SKIPPER: ... All right. Hold still.



PK Skipper goes into the cooling rod switch routine.


AERYN: What is that?



After seeming to edge further and further away from the screens, Crichton looks up at Aeryn's comment, and with piqued interest, he walks in for a closer look at a potential weakness.


CRICHTON: My boy Scorpius.



They watch as PK Skipper switches out a bright red coolant rod, for a blue rod.


CRICHTON: He's half Scarran; got a hell of a heat problem. That must be how he stays cool.

ZHAAN: I trust your machinery will not damage my possessions.

CRICHTON: Come on, Zhaan, quit your yakking and get out of there. Come on, Zhaan.

NATIRA: We currently store items far more fragile and valuable than yours.



Gan intercepts Natira, passing on a particular bit of news.


GAN: ( whispering ) Scorpius is here.

NATIRA: ( Gasps ) If you'd allow my assistant to escort you...



Zhaan enters an ‘elevator’ with Gan, and it begins an ascent. Seeing that Zhaan is making a 'clean getaway', Aeryn and Crichton depart the Observation Room, as Scorpius catches up with Natira in the corridor.


SCORPIUS: Natira...

NATIRA: Scorpius... How good to see you.



INTERCUT

DEPOSITORY, Central Reception

Zhaan stands with her back against an ornate pillar, looking very relieved at a near miss when John and Aeryn enter from another door as it slides open.


ZHAAN: Follow me.



INTERCUT

EXT SPACE

The transport pod approaches Moya, entering the side docking bay doors.




INTERCUT

DEPOSITORY, Natira’s Quarters

Natira reclines on a couch and Scorpius crosses the room to an interesting looking 'web' chair, taking a seat while his 'entourage' (PK Skipper and Lt Braca) stand near the doorway.


SCORPIUS: I'm here to claim my property.

NATIRA: Is that it? Straight to business?



Natira sighs wistfully, standing and crossing to stand over Scorpius reclining in the 'web' chair, Braca follows her, drawing closer to her, the closer she gets to Scorpius.


NATIRA: Scorpius... For a half-scarran you can sometimes be so... Cold. We have so much to catch up on. I heard about the destruction of your Gammak Base.

SCORPIUS: And you thought I was dead.

NATIRA: Well, I'm glad I was wrong.

SCORPIUS: You've seized my property.

NATIRA: Well... Of course...



Natira glances slightly nervously over her shoulder at Braca, then circles around the chair.


NATIRA: But I'll provide you with merchandise of equal value.

SCORPIUS: No, for my inconvenience, you'll provide me... With triple the value.

NATIRA: Double.

SCORPIUS: Triple.

NATIRA: I'll make the arrangements.



INTERCUT

MOYA, Command

Crichton enters command, with more questions for Stark.


CRICHTON: Hey, Stark, riddle me this...



Crichton makes a flat, circular, spinning motion with one upraised index finger.


CRICHTON: What's black and white and black and white and black and white, and black and white...

STARK: Scorpius!?

CRICHTON: … and in the bank?

STARK: Here?!



Stark looks surprised, but also pleased. Crichton stretches out one arm, pointing vehemently at Stark.


CRICHTON: You knew! You knew that he had a safe-deposit box in that bank!

STARK: Oh, well... I…



Crichton silences whatever ‘lie’ Stark was about to utter by shoving the point of his finger, like a gun, against Stark’s throat. ( And yes, it is all the 'more' menacing and frightening because of the lack of an actual weapon in his hand. )


CRICHTON: Uh-uh! We've talked about lying.

STARK: Yes, I knew, but if I told you...



Crichton flips out, flinging blueprints and chips across the table with both hands.


CRICHTON: Hell! We would have stayed the hell away from the bank! What the hell were you thinking?!

STARK: I didn't know he'd be here.

CRICHTON: No, no, no, no! You just want to... You want to boost! Boost! Boost his stuff! You just wanted revenge!!

STARK: That is not true! My people and D'Argo's son are the reason I'm here. Now, if it's Scorpius' wealth that frees them, well, that's an added bonus.



Stark leans across the table, pointing a finger at Crichton.


STARK: You want revenge.

CRICHTON: ( quietly ) No, I don't. I want to kill him. That's justice.



Aeryn enters, standing beside Crichton who abruptly lowers himself tiredly onto a chair at the table.


CRICHTON: How's D'Argo?

AERYN: Recovering. Pilot, is there any sign of Scorpius's command carrier?

PILOT: None... But Moya did sense one small vessel approaching the planet earlier.

AERYN: Oh, that's fine. That's probably just a marauder on a stealth trajectory.

STARK: There's no need to panic. We can still pull this off undetected. Look... I've modified these comms so that they'll encrypt all transmissions-- we can communicate safely at all times-- and this passkey has been calibrated to control all their doors. You see... This plan will work.

CRICHTON: In any event... we're committed. I need one more thing.



Crichton draws one of the modified comms units toward him, tapping it lightly.


CRICHTON: Zhaan?

ZHAAN: Yes, John?

CRICHTON: Can you concoct something for me that reacts with heat, and by "react" I mean "explode"?

ZHAAN: I can... Prepare some jelifan paste.

CRICHTON: Do that, please.

AERYN: Don't turn this into a vendetta, John.

CRICHTON: I didn't.



INTERCUT

DEPOSITORY, Natira's Quarters


NATIRA: I'm procuring a quarter sackmar of Borinium ingots for you-- at least three times the value of the property you had stored.

BRACA: And where are you stealing them from?

NATIRA: Do you care?

SCORPIUS: No. How soon will we have them?

NATIRA: The arrangements are rather complex.

SCORPIUS: And what am I supposed to do while I wait?

NATIRA: Accept my apologies.

SCORPIUS: Return to the marauder. I will summon you if I need you. Leave that. Natira will tend to me... Should I require it.

NATIRA: True. I know many ways to bleed off your excess heat.



Both Braca and PK Skipper look as though they would ‘like’ to object, and perhaps have many reasons for doing so, yet they turn and reluctantly depart.




INTERCUT

MOYA, D'Argo's Quarters

D’Argo is lying on his side on the bed, still in considerable pain. Chiana sits beside him attentively as Crichton enters.


CRICHTON: How you doing?

D'ARGO: How do I look?

CRICHTON: You look like crap.

D'ARGO: Well, that is your answer.

CHIANA: Blood's clear. Not much damage. He's still in a lot of pain, though.

CRICHTON: Yeah, we're, uh... We're going ahead with the plan.

D'ARGO: Because now it's begun, you have no other choice.

CRICHTON: Now, who exactly got us into this great plan, anyway?

D'ARGO: Well, someone had to act.

CRICHTON: You mean someone had to take matters into their own hands?

D'ARGO: What? And you never do?!

CHIANA: Crichton, just-just leave him alone, okay?

CRICHTON: No, that’s fine. He wants to get into it; we can get into it.

CHIANA: Oh, yeah, sure. Now's just a great time. Hey, how about I just go grab some brags in case he starts bleeding again.



Chiana stalks off leaving a much chastened Crichton in her wake.


CRICHTON: I didn't come here to fight. I came to see how you are.

D'ARGO: Well... we've already covered that. Is there anything else?



Without answering, a much frustrated Crichton leaves.




INTERCUT

EXT. SHADOW DEPOSITORY

Thunder rumbles amidst a heavy downpour. Miserable weather.

( ooooh... the CGI shot from above... the infamous snippet from the ‘Final Four Preview’ )




INTERCUT

INT. 'DEPOSIT BOX'

Inside the deposit box, the 'statue' stands, it's 'head' slightly blocked by a smaller crate. The statue quivers slightly and Rygel's muffled voice is heard from inside the statue as he struggles to escape.


RYGEL: One: Get out of statue. Two: Use gadget to retrieve prize. Three: Jump into containers full of riches. The trouble is... Step one!



Rygel finally pushes the top of the statue off, grunting and panting all the while.


RYGEL: Frell! The blue bitch said this would be easy!



INTERCUT

DEPOSITORY, Central Reception

'Allara' and Chi stand at the window, conversing with Akkor.


AKKOR: Withdraw your possessions already?

ZHAAN: Mm-hm.

AKKOR: That's unusual.

ZHAAN: My life is unusual.

CHIANA: Very unusual.

ZHAAN: I said this was a short-term deposit.

CHIANA: "Short-term."



INTERCUT

INT. 'DEPOSIT BOX'

Rygel climbs up the the interior wall of the deposit box.


RYGEL: Dren! Oh! ...



An access hatch at the top of the container opens and Rygel's hands grip the edge as he grunts and pants.


RYGEL: No Dominar should have to work this hard!



Rygel's head and shoulders poke out the top of the deposit box, he pants and wheezes heavily, holding Stark's 'gizmo' in one hand.


RYGEL: All right, let's see if this thing actually works.



Mechanical whirring sound is accompanied by movement of another deposit box in the background.




INTERCUT

DEPOSITORY, Observation Room

Akkor escorts Aeryn and Crichton back into the Observation Room, then quickly departs.


AERYN: ( whispering ) So far, we're right on schedule.

CRICHTON: ( Whispering ) Let's hope Rygel is. All he's got to do is switch containers.



Crichton crosses to the control station and presses a button.


CRICHTON: He gets it right, I got one big kiss for him.

AERYN: What are you doing?

CRICHTON: Doing what guys do best. I'm looking for Baywatch.



Crichton’s channel surfing pays off in a view of Scorpy and Natira in her quarters.


CRICHTON: Better yet-- the Discovery Channel.



INTERCUT

Natira and Scorpius continue their visit in her quarters, Scorpius reclines on the couch while Natira... uh... licks his face.... ( ew! gah! )

John and Aeryn watch ‘unobserved’ from the observation room monitor.


NATIRA: Are you still angry with me?

SCORPIUS: Mm... Furious.

NATIRA: ( chuckles ) Good. It adds enthusiasm to our encounters.



Natira stands and moves toward the door. Scorpius stands and follows her out the door. In the Observation Room, Crichton watches with intense interest.


CRICHTON: Leave the coolant rods. Leave the coolant rods. Leave them. Perfect! Come on!



Crichton grabs Aeryn by the arm and dashes out of the Observation Room.


AERYN: Crichton...

CRICHTON: Let’s go.



INTERCUT

DEPOSITORY, The Vault

Zhaan presses her hand against the central control panel.


COMPUTER VOICE: Retrieving container.



INTERCUT

DEPOSITORY, Deposit Box

Rygel clings to the top of another deposit box, ready to climb back down inside, but the box begins to move - the force of the wind generated by the movement of the box forces Rygel to cling precariously to the top of the box - his clothes blow off (arg!) and he ‘plummets’ inside, first gasping in fear and then screaming as he falls!




INTERCUT

DEPOSITORY, The Vault

Chiana and Zhaan watch as their box arrives.




INTERCUT

DEPOSITORY, Natira's Quarters

Aeryn peers inside, and John creeps around the corner with exaggerated care - tip-toeing toward the table that holds the container of Scorpius’ coolant rods.


CRICHTON: ( muttering ) Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho.



Crichton snags the container from the table and pops out one of the coolant rods.


CRICHTON: ::"Hello, John":: Go! Go away.



Crichton waves his hand vigorously about his head as if to dispel the unwelcome voice.




INTERCUT

DEPOSITORY, The Vault

Zhaan, Chiana and a Guard load her possessions onto a large cart - Zhaan spies Rygel poking out of one of the containers and gestures quickly to Chiana while Zhaan distracts the guard.


ZHAAN: You, move that over there.



Chiana shoves Rygel unceremoniously back into the container and secures the lid.


RYGEL: (grunting) Oh!

ZHAAN: Careful.

GUARD: All right.



INTERCUT

DEPOSITORY, Natira's Quarters

Aeryn keeps lookout while John struggles with accomplishing his plan for Scorpius, waving his hand desperately around his head, trying to silence a particularly annoying and persistent voice.


CRICHTON: ( whispering ) Go away. Go! ::"I cannot let you do this.":: Go 'way, go 'way!

AERYN: Shh!

CRICHTON: It's just Scorpius. He's in my ear. How about some jelifan paste... "Put it down":: In his ear? ::"Stop it. Stop it-- Put it down--":: Get out! ::"Stop what you’re doing."::

AERYN: ( whispering ) Shut up!

CRICHTON: ::"Put it down, John":: Just… ::"Put it down, I can’t let you do this...":: I can do … I can do this! ::"No, John, I won't let you..."::



But it’s clear that he can’t as he desperately struggles to get his muscles to obey his mind, and bring the coolant rod and the jelifan paste together… his hands are held apart and his arms shake as if he strains against the hold of steel bands.

Aeryn darts over and ‘tags’ him…



AERYN: No, you can't. Give it to me.



Crichton stands quickly, giving her the rod and the paste, and stands behind her - impatient and very agitated!


CRICHTON: Come on, Aeryn. Come on, come on, come on, come on.

AERYN: All right, all right, all right.



They both hear a noise in the corridor outside the room.


CRICHTON: Aeryn, Aeryn, quick.

AERYN: Okay.

CRICHTON: Pick it up. Pick it up. Pick it up. Pick it up. Come on. Come on. Come on. Come on.

AERYN: Get down.



Crichton drops to the floor, concealed behind the couch. Aeryn puts the ‘contaminated’ rod back into the case and dives over the couch, landing on top of John-- both out of sight just as PK Skipper arrives to fetch the coolant rod case. John is having some difficulty keeping quiet, and Aeryn places her fingers over his lips. PK Skipper departs with the coolant rod case.




INTERCUT

DEPOSITORY, The Vault

PK Skipper changes out one of Scorpy’s coolant rods, Natira approaches.


NATIRA: The Borinium ingots have been transferred into your container. You'll be pleased with their value.

SCORPIUS: I'd better be similarly pleased... With their quantity.



INTERCUT

DEPOSITORY, Corridor

Zhaan leads while Chiana pushes the large cart. A guard accompanies them.


ZHAAN: I will not be late for my Talenting tea.

CHIANA: You want to push?



Zhaan shoots a glare at Chi.


CHIANA: We'll be aboard the transport shortly, Aralla.



INTERCUT

MOYA, Command

Stark watches the hologram of the bank, D'Argo lurking in the background.




INTERCUT

DEPOSITORY, The Vault

Scorpius stands inside an open container holding the head of the Hynerian ‘statue’.


SCORPIUS: Borinium ingots?

NATIRA: The Delvian woman. These are her possessions.

SCORPIUS: A Delvian?



Natira steps quickly to the central control panel, engaging a control, an alarm blares.


COMPUTER VOICE: Security lockdown.

SCORPIUS: Who was with her?

NATIRA: A Nebari, a Luxan and two Sebaceans.

SCORPIUS: Crichton! Seal all exits!



Natira dashes away like a scared rabbit!




INTERCUT

DEPOSITORY, Corridor

John and Aeryn, caught by surprise as the alarm begins to pulsate. They RUN!




INTERCUT

Growling furiously, Scorpius follows Natira.




INTERCUT

John and Aeryn bolt full speed down a bank corridor, just making it past a security door before it closes.




INTERCUT

Stark looks up, noting with great surprise that all hell is breaking loose in the Depository.




INTERCUT

One of the massive security doors closes in front of Zhaan and Chiana.


ZHAAN: frell!



Chiana gasps fearfully and Rygel pokes his head out of the top most container on the pallet.




INTERCUT

John and Aeryn continue running down a corridor, but this time they fail to make it past a security door before it closes.


AERYN: Frell.

CRICHTON: Time to try Stark's lockpick.



Crichton engages Stark's passkey in front of the sealed door. I does NOT open.


CRICHTON: No-- time to try something else.



They turn and run back the way they came, taking a side corridor.


AERYN: Zhaan? Zhaan!



END ACT III










ACT IV





DEPOSITORY, Corridor

John and Aeryn run around a corner, the alarm continues to blare.


AERYN: Zhaan!



INTERCUT

Zhaan and Chiana, remain trapped behind the closed security door.


GUARD: Get away from the portal.



Zhaan takes the guard down and out.


ZHAAN: The doors are still sealed, Aeryn. What’s happening?!



INTERCUT

John and Aeryn run into another sealed portal, John tries the passkey to no effect.


AERYN: Scorpius must be on to us.



INTERCUT




RYGEL: Stupid plan.

CHIANA: Very stupid plan.



INTERCUT




AERYN: Don't panic, hold…



INTERCUT

Stark continues to calmly work with the depository security systems.




INTERCUT




CHIANA: Do we have a choice?



INTERCUT




CRICHTON: Stark, Stark, pick up!



INTERCUT

DEPOSITORY, Observation Room

Scorpius, Akkor, Natira and Braca gather in the Observation Room, the alarm is abruptly cut off by an engraged Scorpius slamming his hand against a control.


SCORPIUS: I want him captured, not deafened!

NATIRA: This facility is bristial tight. They won't get out.

SCORPIUS: I have less than a scarag of faith in your words, Natira.

NATIRA: Locate them now.



INTERCUT

MOYA, Command


STARK: This wasn't supposed to happen. Wasn't supposed to happen.

CRICHTON: Yes!



INTERCUT




CRICHTON: Well, it did! Now, can you pinpoint our location and turn off the damn camera?!



INTERCUT




STARK: I’m here.



INTERCUT

The security screens in the observation room are filled by incoherent static.


AKKOR: What the frell? They're jamming the cameras!



INTERCUT




STARK: Give me your level, corridor, segment, in that order.

CRICHTON: Stark…!



INTERCUT




CRICHTON: … this gizmo you gave me...



Crichton clicks the 'passkey' on and off several times.


CRICHTON: ... it's supposed to give me control over all the doors!



INTERCUT




STARK: Yes. Yes, but they'll know right where you are. It's best to let me...



INTERCUT




CRICHTON: Just-- give me control!



Crichton flips out again, trying to drive the voices out of his head - ranting in the background as Aeryn works out a ‘revised’ plan.


AERYN: Stark, just... you and D'Argo get Zhaan, Chiana and Rygel out and we'll act as a diversion.



INTERCUT




D'ARGO: That is suicide, Aeryn.



INTERCUT




AERYN: Almost as suicidal as strolling in and walking through a security door.



The security door rolls open in front of her and she walks through.




INTERCUT

D’Argo smirks at this reminder of his own actions.




INTERCUT




AKKOR: Camera function restored. A portal's been breached. Level 19.

NATIRA: Is it Crichton?

AKKOR: We can't be sure until we run a--

NATIRA: Make sure!



INTERCUT

John and Aeryn walk down a dark and silent corridor - silent except for the murmuring voice in John’s head.


CRICHTON: ::"Stop running… stop running..."::



Crichton stops walking and begins an abrupt and mad dance, flinging both his arms in the air, swatting madly at some unseen force-- completely out of control! Seeing this, Aeryn dashes back toward him, grabbing a handful of jacket, skillfully avoiding an accidental blow.


AERYN: Stop it!

CRICHTON: ::"You cannot resist!"::



Crichton continues flailing about as Aeryn drags him out of sight in a side corridor, pressing him up against the wall.


AERYN: What is the matter with you?!



Voice still echoing in his head, Crichton grabs hers, focussing on her face as the voice falls silent... and kisses her! Aeryn permits this for a moment, but then pushes him away.


AERYN: What is wrong?



Crichton hangs onto her face, stroking her hair with the fingers of one hand.


CRICHTON: Aeryn. Scorpy... when he put me in his chair... he did something, and it's getting worse.



They both hear someone approaching.


AERYN: Guards.



John and Aeryn stand ready in the side corridor as the guards approach their point of concealment. Stepping out Crichton decks one with a right cross while Aeryn kicks the gun out of the hands of the other guard. Disarmed, Crichton decks him too, with a solid left. They both look down at the unconscious guards a moment…


CRICHTON: Oh, hell... got an idea.



INTERCUT

The sealed portal in front of Zhaan and Chiana slowly opens before them.




INTERCUT




STARK: Take your first on... the right.



INTERCUT

Zhaan and Chiana push the cart down the corridor quickly, in a minor panic.


RYGEL: Ten percent of this plan is lunacy. 50% of these riches is not enough. 100% of dead is dead!

ZHAAN: Stark, which way now?



INTERCUT

Stark eyes the Hologram in a major panic!




INTERCUT

Zhaan and Chiana push the cart while Rygel whines from his spot near the top.


ZHAAN: Stark!

CHIANA: D'Argo, are you there?



INTERCUT

Stark appears frozen with panic, D’Argo looms over his shoulder!


D'ARGO: Stark, they need you. If you fail them, I'll kill you.



INTERCUT

Aeryn and John, having removed the guards uniforms, they discuss John’s ‘plan’.


CRICHTON: Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. This will work. Trust me. We just--

AERYN: This will never work.

CRICHTON: --have to find a place to … get our clothes off.

GUARD: You two, hold it!



Seizing the opportunity, Aeryn tosses the uniform aside and runs in the opposite direction. Crichton tosses the other uniform aside, attempts a very weak bit of misdirection, and follows her.


CRICHTON: They went that way!

GUARD: Portal Riga, Segment Trident Five.



INTERCUT




NATIRA: They must be overriding portal controls.

AKKOR: Not possible.

SCORPIUS: Notify me constantly of their progress.

NATIRA: This is my facility, Scorpius. You go nowhere without me.

SCORPIUS: Nati... ( gasps ) Natira... How much do you owe me? In every way?

NATIRA: Too much... that I cannot repay.

SCORPIUS: If I leave with this man in custody... then all is forgiven.



INTERCUT

Chi and Zhaan continue pushing the loaded pallet down a corridor, the distant voices of guards do nothing for their peace of mind, they remain in something of a minor panic.




INTERCUT

John and Aeryn approach another closed door, both armed with stolen pulse rifles. John, still conducting an internal battle with Scorpius, uses Stark’s ‘gizmo’ to open the door.


CRICHTON: Blue, how you doing?

ZHAAN: We're almost to the central processing area, John.



INTERCUT

Zhaan and Chiana are stalled behind a final closed portal.


ZHAAN: Stark, open the last door.

STARK: No plan, no plan, no plan…



INTERCUT




STARK: ... My fault, my fault, my fault.

D'ARGO: They're almost out of there. Come on, you can do it.



INTERCUT




CHIANA: Stark, Stark, open the door. I can hear them coming.



INTERCUT

Stark survey's the depository holo... his panic growing in increments.




INTERCUT




CHIANA: Stark!



INTERCUT

Stark completely panics and starts pounding the ‘hacking device’ against the table. D’Argo stuns him handily and tosses his unconscious body on the floor.




INTERCUT

John and Aeryn round a corner as John is overwhelmed by the voice in his head, grimacing in pain his arm flails madly in the air. Aeryn moves to help him again, and he grabs her arm, his grip painful!


CRICHTON: ::"John. John, I need you...":: Aeryn.

AERYN: What?

CRICHTON: If Scor-pius gets me...

AERYN: I know, sh-shoot you.

CRICHTON: No! No, no, no, shoot him. Look, we have to talk.

AERYN: Not here. You'll get us both killed.



Aeryn tries to keep moving but he pulls her back to him.


CRICHTON: Aeryn, I have to tell you how I feel. I have to tell you…

AERYN: No, you don't.

CRICHTON: Yes, I do-- I do.

AERYN: ( softly ) No... you don't.



Aeryn moves away, leaving a dazed Crichton to follow.




INTERCUT

Scorpius, Gan, Braca and PK Skipper move down a depository corridor, attempting to intercept John.


SCORPIUS: Natira, report.



INTERCUT




NATIRA: Crichton's heading towards the main chamber. Your current vector will intercept him.

AKKOR: The Delvian still has the special reserve you intended for Scorpius.

NATIRA: Good luck to her. The least of our worries.



INTERCUT




ZHAAN: They're coming, D'Argo. Hurry!



INTERCUT




D'ARGO: I am working on it.



INTERCUT




CHIANA: Just frelling hurry.

ZHAAN: Chiana, take your pill for the melar gas. Take it now.

RYGEL: Where's my pill?! This time I get a pill.



INTERCUT




PILOT: We have to reach them quickly.

D'ARGO: I'm following



INTERCUT

Zhaan takes her pill.


D'ARGO: ...the frelling sequence!



INTERCUT

The hologram of the depository resolves on the command table.


PILOT: That's it, D'Argo!



D’Argo, amazed, stares at the hologram, panting with relief.


PILOT: You are back in their system.



INTERCUT




RYGEL: No pill for Rygel... of course not. When did anyone think of me?



Zhaan manipulates the small silver canister of Melar gas - just as three guards catch up with them.


GUARD 1: Stand your ground!

GUARD 2: Don't move!

GUARD 3: We'll shoot if you resist.



The final door slides open, and more guards are revealed outside the corridor.


GUARD 4: Don't think about it.



Zhaan nods to Chiana, then triggers the melar gas container, tossing it at the guards feet. Dark pink smoke fills the area and the guards keel over immediately.


RYGEL: Oh, frell!



Rygel keels over from the gas.


CHIANA: Much better.

ZHAAN: I knew I had to adjust the mix.



Both laugh with relief!




INTERCUT

DEPOSITORY, Corridor

Scorpius strides quickly down the corridor.


NATIRA: ( over comms ) Crichton's outracing you to the main chamber!



INTERCUT

DEPOSITORY, Observation Room


NATIRA: Move it, Scorpius!

SCORPIUS: (over monitor) Capture them!



INTERCUT




SCORPIUS: Take Crichton... alive.



Braca and Gan race ahead and are soon out of sight.


PK SKIPPER: We must change your cooling rods. You're burning through them too fast.



Scorpius growls and pushes her away.




INTERCUT

Zhaan and Chi push the pallet into the central processing area, another door slides open and Zhaan gets ready to blow whoever it is away with a ‘borrowed’ pulse pistol/rifle, but it’s only Aeryn and a weary Crichton - still struggling a bit with internal Scorpy.


ZHAAN: Thank the Goddess you made it.

AERYN: Is Rygel dead?

ZHAAN: Unconscious.



The voice murmuring in Crichton's head is much weaker, as Crichton also seems, the words unintelligible.


CRICHTON: Aeryn... You help them load. I'll gonna go seal the doors.

AERYN: No, reverse that, John. You do this, I'll do that.

CRICHTON: ::"John… there is no…":: … this is mine... ::"...there is no escape...":: … load.



Aeryn, Zhaan and Chiana enter another segment of the Depository… looks to be an enclosed room/freight elevator… the doors close slowly as John secures the first access portal, then walks to the second.


CRICHTON: ::"... John..."::



Aeryn and Zhaan disappear behind the closed door as John pauses seeming to listen intently to something we can’t quite hear, he glances toward the door Aeryn just disappeared behind and then moves to a third portal. Glancing down at the guards littering the floor he hears muted voices and the definite sound of approaching footsteps.


MAN: Come on.



Crichton engages the portal control, the door slowly sliding closed. John conceals himself to the side just as Gan arrives and flings himself in the opening, attempting to hold the door open. It continues to slide closed despite his effort.


BRACA: Hold it!

GAN: Come on, Braca!

BRACA: Hold it!

GAN: Help me!



Braca tries to hold the door open with Gan, it’s closing by millimeters, so he opts for a second plan, and striking Gan he pushes him through the door. Gan screams as the door crushes him. Braca scrambles through the opening over Gan’s body.


BRACA: Thank you.



Crichton steps into view, shoving the pulse rifle in Braca’s face


CRICHTON: Hiya, Braca. Tell me, is the rematch ever better than the original fight? Hm, hm, hm?



Crichton clubs Braca with the rifle, and he falls through the door opening. Crichton steps around Gan’s body, puts the rifle on the floor and attempts to wedge Gan’s body back through the propped open doorway.

Without warning a black clad arm shoots through the opening and seizes Crichton’s throat.

We are treated to an abrupt close up of Scorpy’s face through the slight opening in the door.

John struggles to rip the claw off his throat as Scorpius easily pushes the door open with his free hand.

A blood chilling moment-- straight out of Crichton’s nightmares. Scorpius leers at his captive prey.



SCORPIUS: You have no idea how patient I have been for this moment.



Unable to release the iron grip on his throat, Crichton gasps for breath, his voice hoarse.


CRICHTON: Since I got you here... tell me... what the frell did you put in my head?!

SCORPIUS: Some awareness. A neuro-biotracer. Call it what you like!



Scorpius walks further into the room, walking John backward, he slowly rises up on his toes, fighting the grip on his neck as he's lifted up and thrust against a pillar, Scorpius right in his face.


SCORPIUS: A tiny chip… a tiny seed that's been growing in your brain. Touching every aspect of your... ( he taps John’s forehead twice ) personality. Your... ( taps twice again ) memory.

CRICHTON: ( struggling to breathe ) Didn't happen to see Luanne Johnson, did ya?

SCORPIUS: And whispering advice. I trust... it's helped save you once or twice since escaping my Gammak Base.



Gasping under difficulties of his own, Scorpius collapses to his knees, taking Crichton with him.


CRICHTON: What's the matter, Scorpy? You don't look too good.

SCORPIUS: Neither do you, Crichton.



Scorpius pales dramatically ( as if THAT were possible ), his breath a choking gasp, greenish ooze spills out the side of the coolant rod chamber. Crichton grins, almost laughing.


CRICHTON: Well… I got a piece of you in me. Now you got a piece of me in you!



Crichton reciprocates his point by tapping on Scorpius' head, enjoying the moment despite his position. Scorpius reciprocates himself, by slamming Crichton face down on the ground, holding him there with immovable force.


SCORPIUS: Change it. Change it now!



PK Skipper runs into the chamber, kneeling beside Scorpius with the coolant rod container.


PK SKIPPER: Scorpius.



She does her thing with Scorpy’s coolant rod chamber. It cycles out of his skull as Crichton continues to struggle and Scorpius gasps.

PK Skipper removes the red coolant rod and, finding something odd about it, rises - closely examining it. - It BLOWS in her face-hurling her backward, landing just in front of John, her blood covered face up close and personal-- this is not his desired result.

Scorpius, entirely pissed (as if he weren’t before), yanks Crichton to his knees by the back of his coat.



SCORPIUS: You cannot let me die any more than I can sacrifice you.

CRICHTON: That's what you're telling me in my head but I think I'll give it a shot.

SCORPIUS: No, you must save me.

CRICHTON: No!

SCORPIUS: Now, take one. Take it.

CRICHTON: No!



Crichton's refusal obviously causes him a great deal of pain, and only comes at the cost of great effort.


SCORPIUS: Take it. Take it! Take it!



Completely against his own will, Crichton finds himself pulling a coolant rod from the container, he stares at it with amazed disbelief.


SCORPIUS: Now, insert the rod.

CRICHTON: ( weakly ) No!

SCORPIUS: Insert it, In-Insert the rod... (panting heavily) in the carriage!



Scorpius collapses against John who continues to struggle mightily against his own hand which inches closer to the coolant rod chamber with each command.


SCORPIUS: Insert the rod! Insert it! Insert it, insert it, insert it, insert it… Insert the rod… John…

CRICHTON: (laughing weakly) You're really not my type.



Crichton screams as he flings Scorpius away from him. They both collapse to the floor on their backs.


CRICHTON: (screaming) Die, you grotesque bastard! (gasping) Even if it means I die, too!



Crichton leaves the coolant rod lying on the floor, before rolling onto his side …


SCORPIUS: Neither one of us…

CRICHTON: No!

SCORPIUS: …can die...



Crichton begins ‘crawling’ away, wailing a familiar tune at the top of his lungs - drowning out the insistent voice in his head!


CRICHTON: Oh, say can you see... !!!

SCORPIUS: I command you... to help me.

CRICHTON: By the dawn's early light... !!!

SCORPIUS: John Crichton... I command you... to help me!

CRICHTON: What so proudly we hail-- at the twilight's last gleaming!!



Scorpius abandons persuading the retreating John and attempts to reach the rod himself, which John so thoughtfully left on the floor nearby.


CRICHTON: (distant) Whose broad stripes and bright stars... (fading into the background) through the perilous night!



Scorpius’ hand fractionally decreases the distance between it and the blue rod as John’s voice fades away.



END ACT IV










EPILOGUE





MOYA, Cargo Bay

Zhaan, Stark, Rygel, D'Argo and Chiana confer in the Cargo Bay, surrounded by the many black crates purloined from the Shadow Depository. Each one filled with large octagonal shaped 'ingots'.


RYGEL: We've done it! We are rich. As soon as we establish an exchange rate for these ingots we'll know exactly how rich we really are.



Zhaan steps away from Stark briefly, pulling an ingot from Rygel's fingers, she places it back inside the crate, her words directed at Rygel and Chiana.


ZHAAN: We agreed, Rygel. Nothing gets touched until after D'Argo's son and the others get freed from the slave auction, right?

RYGEL: Yes, yes, let's all pretend we're not thinking how ill advised that covenant was.



Zhaan returns to Stark, smiling warmly.


ZHAAN: He provides a perspective otherwise lacking.

STARK: I must apologize for my panic. My shame is great.

ZHAAN: You did brilliantly. We wouldn't have had a chance without you.

D'ARGO: For which I am eternally grateful.

STARK: Ka D'Argo...

D'ARGO: You've proven yourself to be a worthy friend and one not to be distrusted again.



Chiana places one smaller crate on top of a larger one as D'Argo turns to her.


CHIANA: Nice sentiment.

D'ARGO: After all these desolate cycles I'm about to see my son, and that tortured being there is the one who has made it possible.

CHIANA: What about your other tortured friend?

D'ARGO: Friends support one another unconditionally.

CHIANA: They also forgive one another.



Chiana rests one hand over D'Argo's, briefly and then turns to leave.




INTERCUT

MOYA, Command

John sits alone on the floor, back braced against the far wall, his head bowed.

Aeryn enters, and stands before him, and his head slowly rises by increments to look into her eyes. His entire being is defeated, dejected, depressed.



CRICHTON: It was real. I didn't imagine it.



His head lowers slowly once more.


AERYN: What was real, John?



Aeryn sits beside him, and he relaxes slightly, releasing his knees, tucking one leg in close, the other straightens slightly as she settles into place.


CRICHTON: I have Scorpius in my head.



Aeryn turns slightly away, her expression grave. He squeezes his eyes closed, an intense frown building as he remembers.


CRICHTON: And it was hard letting him die. There's still a part of me that wishes I'd saved him.

AERYN: Well, you mustn't forget what he wanted from you. He wanted to dissect your brain.



Inexpressably tired, Crichton leans forward, lowering his head and pressing his mouth to his bent knee.


CRICHTON: Hm.



John has something on his mind and wants to share it, he's having difficulty getting it out, but Aeryn waits patiently, leaning in slightly to catch his slightly muffled voice as he speaks... hesitantly.


CRICHTON: Aeryn, I, um... I meant... what I said...



He shakes his head slightly.


CRICHTON: ... didn't say.



Aeryn pulls him toward her, resting his head on her shoulder.


AERYN: I know.



Grave concern expresses itself in her eyes as she gently strokes the back of his head and neck.




INTERCUT

MOYA, Cargo Bay

Vacant now as all have departed, the area is darkened and still, except for a faint rattling sound.

Inside one of the containers, small mechanical 'spider' legs protrude from one of the 'ingots'. The once 'ingot', now, ‘spider’, climbs out of the container and drops to the floor and scurries away.

In hiding between containers the ‘spider’ extrudes a greenish acid that slowly burns into Moya’s deck.







TO BE CONTINUED





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