FARSCAPE

"Liars, Guns & Money, Part 3: Plan B"

Written by,
Justin Monjo



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Suggestions for corrections/revisions/expansions are, as always, gratefully accepted.


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
Lani Tupu
Paul Goddard
Claudia Karvan
Jeremy Sims
Matt Newton
Nicholas Hope
David Franklin
John Adam
Linal Haft
Thomas Holesgrove
Phillip Hinton
David Bowers
Scorpius
Captain Bialar Crais
Stark
Natira
Rorf
Jothee
Akkor
Lieutenant Braca
Bekhesh
Zelkin
Teurac
Voice of Teurac
Kurz


Writer: Justin Monjo

Who also wrote:

(1:13) "The Flax", (1:16) "A Human Reaction", (1:20) "The Hidden Memory", (2:04) "Taking The Stone", (2:05) "Crackers Don't Matter", (2:15) "The Locket", (3:02) "Suns & Lovers".



Director: Tony Tilse

Who also directed:

(1:07) "PK Tech Girl", (1:11) "Till The Blood Runs Clear", (1:15) "Durka Returns", (1:18) "A Bugs Life", (1:22) "Family Ties", (2:03) "Vitas Mortis", (2:07) "The Way We Weren't", (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", (2:13) "Beware Of Dog", (2:16) "The Ugly Truth", (3:03) "Self-Inflicted Wounds, Part 1: Could'a, Would'a, Should'a", (3:04) "Self-Inflicted Wounds, Part 2: Wait For The Wheel".




CREATED BY: Rockne S. O'Bannon
EXECUTIVE PRODUCER: Richard Manning
EXECUTIVE PRODUCER: Naren Shankar
PRODUCED BY: Sue Milliken
WRITTEN BY: Justin Monjo
DIRECTED BY: Tony Tilse
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: Wayne Le Clos
SECOND UNIT DOP: Danny Batterham
MAKEUP/HAIR SUPERVISOR: Dave Patterson
STORY EDITOR: Lily Taylor
SCRIPT EDITOR: Grant McAloon
PRODUCTION EXECUTIVE: Robert Wozniak
CREATURE SHOP CREATIVE SUPERVISOR: Dave Elsey
VOICE OF RYGEL: Jonathan Hardy
VOICE OF PILOT: Lani Tupu
VISUAL EFFECTS: ANIMAL LOGIC
LINE PRODUCER: Anthony Winley





COLD OPEN





DEPOSITORY, Natira's Quarters

Inside Natira's Quarters, the large wire 'sphere' is put to perhaps an unintended purpose. The top of the sphere rotates down, revealing Crichton strapped to the exterior surface, arms outstretched and back arched, like Atlas in reverse, held in place by gravity and the straps across his biceps and upper arms.


CRICHTON: All right, Fronkensteen, let's get it on, get your property out of my head.



Scorpius stands eye to eye with his prisoner, although Crichton's pov is distorted because of his position.


SCORPIUS: It's controlling you, isn't it, John?

CRICHTON: I don't know what you're talkin' about.

SCORPIUS: In there...



Scorpius taps John's forehead.


SCORPIUS: ... my neural clone. It forced you to me.

CRICHTON: Nothing forced me here. Annual checkups are essential to good health.

SCORPIUS: You're lying, John. I always know. Don't worry. Soon I'll take the pain away.



Scorpy plugs two leads into a PK panel that bleeps and whirs.




INTERCUT

MOYA, Command

A message from Crichton, projected on the clamshell viewer plays to a packed house.


CRICHTON: This thing in my head. This chip. Part of me... now... wants it to control me. So, I'm gonna go to Scorpy and have him take it out before it's too late. Before I no longer want it gone. Goodbye my friends. Least by swapping myself for Jothee I can do some good.



The transmission terminates and Aeryn turns to D'Argo.


AERYN: You see how you misread him?

D'ARGO: Yes.



Composing herself, Aeryn addresses the rest of the group gathered around the table, the recruited 'mercenaries', the Sheyang, Teurac, the Tavlek, Bekhesh, the Vocarian, Rorg, and the two Zenetans, Zelkin and Kurz.


AERYN: This doesn't change anything.

RORF: What's not changed?

AERYN: The plan. Why we brought you all here.

BEKHESH: Hey! Nobody brought me I volunteered. I... am the Holy Warrior of Turu.

AERYN: Whatever. All I'm saying to the rest of you is, that you were willing to go and save Jothee and instead we'll just go and rescue Crichton.

ZELKIN: Excuse me. You're forgetting one thing.

D'ARGO: What?

ZELKIN: We came on this 'adventure' for one reason. You said you could pay us.

KURZ: That's right.

CHIANA: Well that's true, but...

KURZ: Have you any currency now?

CHIANA: Well, um... we did have currency... ah, but what we thought was currency actually turned into, um, a--a creature... and it ah, it--it was alive and we--we had to burn the ship...

ZELKIN: Yes, yes, yes. I understand that girl. But you see my problem don't you? I don't do anything unless I get paid. And since you no longer have currency...



Kurz draws his weapon and holds it on D'Argo and Aeryn, D'Argo snarls but makes no aggressive move as Zelkin, standing next to Chiana seated at the table, draws his weapon also.


ZELKIN: ...`Moya, is now mine.



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, Command

Zelkin continues holding his weapon on Chiana. Across the table, Aeryn continues leaning lightly against it, eyeing Zelkin cooly.


AERYN: Go on, shoot her.



Zelkin hesitates a bit too long. Aeryn unleashes her complete contempt on him.


AERYN: You're an embarrassment, Zelkin.

CHIANA: Aeryn...



She turns her back on him, taking a few paces away from the table before turning back and hurling a nice insult. She's in top form here.


AERYN: You're worse-- You're worse than an embarrassment. You're an idiot.

CHIANA: ( whispering ) What are you doing?

AERYN: There are thirty thousand containers in the shadow depository filled with riches that you could have, but you'd rather point a gun at a girl.

ZELKIN: What are you trying to do, Aeryn? Shame me into going with you?

AERYN: No. No, because even if you wanted to, I wouldn't go into battle with you now-- Do you know why? Because you are a coward, and an idiot. What do you think you are going to get... if you steal Moya? She's a half burned Leviathan. ( laughs derisively ) I mean, you two have to be the two stupidest pirates I've ever met.



The tension rises, as Kurz takes special offense to this last and raises his weapon pointedly.


KURZ: We're not stupid!



In the midst of the tension, an exhuberant teenager bursts onto the scene, distracting Kurz and Zelkin for a crucial moment.


JOTHEE: Hey! What's going on?!



Aeryn and D'Argo take full advantage of the distraction and pull weapons, training them instantly on the Zenetans. It's now a standoff, rather than a takeover.


D'ARGO: Stay where you are and remain calm! Everybody. Keep calm.



Stark enters, his step slowing as he takes in the tableau.


CHIANA: See, Zelkin? You don't have the numbers.



Chiana stands slowly, playing the turned tables for all they are worth, she tries to push Zelkin's weapon away.


CHIANA: Get that gun outta my face!



Zelkin grabs her, holding her as a shield against him. Rorf moves quickly as well, siezing on Jothee. Tensions escalate once more with the sound of arms being readied all around the room. Stark, standing slightly behind Rorf, glances nervously around the room.


RORF: I think this whole idea rots! I want--



And Stark is off to the races, instantly going into his stark raving mad routine, circling around Rorf, confusing him completely.


STARK: I want! I want! My side, your side! All of you-- I want!

RORF: What's the matter with you, frek face?!

STARK: Matter, matter, I'll tell you "matter". Anti-matter-matter-matter-matter-matter!



Completely focused on Stark, Rorf releases Jothee, the better to keep an eye on the madman.


STARK: Scorpius killed ten thousand of my people! Ten thousand cast into space. Ten thousand souls screaming in my brain! The chair, the chair, remember the chair!

RORF: What chair?! This frek is crazy!

STARK: Are you coming? Do you agree-- agree?

RORF: Will you fight like this down there?

STARK: Of course, of course, no hands, no hands!

RORF: Then I change my mind, Zelkin. ( growls ) This one has the spirit of the hunter, and not the prey. But I want currency if I come, and plenty of it.

AERYN: You'll get it. You'll all get it. So, are we agreed? Are we going down to rescue Crichton?

PILOT: Aeryn, D'Argo?

AERYN: Not now, Pilot. We're negotiating.

PILOT: But, there's a ship approaching.

D'ARGO: is it Scorpius?

PILOT: No. It's... it's... Talyn.

CHIANA: Talyn?



INTERCUT

DEPOSITORY, Natira's Quarters

Scorpius adjusts a device attached to a thin metal band that encircles Crichton's brow, he makes slight adjustments to small lighted attachments close to Crichton's right eye as Natira climbs up the wire sphere, the better to 'inspect' Scorpy's prize.


NATIRA: Scorpius, tell me something. Why are you so interested in this human? There's nothing impressive about the species.



Natira's clawed hand slides up the interior of Crichton's right leg, her hand's final destination is blocked by her head as she leans over him. Crichton flinches and grunts involuntarily. Scorpius releases his hand from the device, peevish at the interruption.


SCORPIUS: Try not to move so much. One flinch at the wrong time, and this will... paralyze you.

CRICHTON: It's kinda hard not to flinch here, Scorpy, with Frau Blucher ticklin' my prostate.

NATIRA: What are you doing to him? Why don't you just take him and leave?

SCORPIUS: I must soften his neural receptors to see if my clone in his brain has reached the information I need. If I have... then I will call my Command Carrier back from battle and be away from you.

CRICHTON: See, Flavius Scorpius here wants to visit foreign lands, meet foreign people, and conquer them.

SCORPIUS: You overestimate me, John. I have no desire to dominate the universe, but know this-- the wormhole technology in your brain... will sway the balance of power as we know it.



Scorpius moves to the panel on the small pedestal near the wire sphere. The leads from the device on Crichton's head run directly back to the panel, it hums quietly as Scorpius shares his hopes for the usefulness of the wormhole information. From atop the sphere, Natira glances back down to the human, new appreciation and speculation in her expression.


SCORPIUS: Imagine… the ability to move an army in an instant... the power... to make hostile planets disappear.



Scorpius passes his hand over the controls on the panel. The panel's tonal quality shifts... Crichton reacts, gasping in pain.




INTERCUT

EXT. SPACE

Talyn, now only about half the size of Moya, hangs close to her side, several connections run between the two vessels, the largest of the connections shows the flow of some kind of material from Talyn to Moya through a transparent section.


PILOT: Crais, we are very thankful that you allowed Talyn to respond to her (sic) mother's distress call.



INTERCUT

Moya, Main Corridor

Or what remains of one, the area is throughly blackened and warped. Globules of material droop and drip from the destroyed ceilings.


PILOT: Eight entire tiers are burnt, and Moya's immune levels are falling to critical.

CRAIS: The nutrients that Talyn's supplying should start to heal Moya. Keep a check on the electrocell levels-- they mustn't rise above six parts.

PILOT: I am well aware of that.



Aeryn escorts Crais through the damaged corridor as he evaluates the damage with a professional air.


AERYN: How much longer will Talyn remain linked to Moya?

CRAIS: Two arns.

AERYN: And then you'll be leaving.

CRAIS: Well, there's little more that Talyn can do. Is there some reason you wish us to stay?



Aeryn turns back, hesitant to explain her need.


AERYN: We are planning to attack a shadow depository on the planet below us.

CRAIS: And you want... Talyn to help?

AERYN: Scorpius is in the depository.



Crais considers the idea for a microt before dismissing it.


CRAIS: Tempting. I thought that you didn't want to use Talyn for violence. You all said that from the beginning.

AERYN: Yes, but this is different.

CRAIS: How? Is this violence more acceptable because it's for you?

AERYN: No, it's because Scorpius has captured Crichton, and he's going to kill him if we don't get down there.

CRAIS: ( chuckles mildly ) There's always a reason for violence, Aeryn. Thousands of people die for the most virtuous causes.

AERYN: ( scornfully ) You don't have to lecture me, Crais.

CRAIS: I believe I do. You have lectured me countless times.



Crais glances away briefly, recovering from his snit.


CRAIS: How long has Scorpius held Crichton?

AERYN: Four arns.

CRAIS: Then, I recommend you bring down a basket, without any holes... so that Crichton's liquid remains are not lost. He's already dead, Aeryn.



INTERCUT

MOYA, Maintenance Bay

Stark disjointedly explains his 'plan' for getting in and out of the depository. Blue prints litter the floor as he describes the strategy. Teurac and the rest just look confused, glancing at each other and shaking their heads. It doesn't look good.


STARK: ...and all the doors are cross-synchronized so, when you're... here, I'm... here. And-and everything's perfectly timed because we're on a silent count. Right?



Stark looks for anyone who might be understanding what he's trying to explain. Settling for Rorf who looks 'completely' lost.


STARK: Right? Right? You pay attention! If one piece of this plan fails, then the entire plan fails! You got it?! You got it?!

RORF: Look, all I understand is that I'm going down first!

STARK: With Bekhesh.

RORF: Great! We're going down... while you all stay up here, out of danger.



Rygel hovers in to make a point, for some reason he's decided that Durka's disembodied head makes a very nice ornament for his scepter.


RYGEL: You're the tracker. You must locate Crichton before we risk ourselves.

RORF: What are you doing with that head?

RYGEL: He's an old enemy. I like that he doesn't talk back.

STARK: As soon as you locate Crichton, then the rest of us will follow straight down. And then Teurac and I will destroy the generator.

BEKHESH: How come I don't get that job?

STARK: Because you can't produce a fireball that burns at seven thousands klances.

TEURAC: How will I know when to start burning the generator?

STARK: I told you! We'll all be on a silent count for the entire battle!

RORF: A-a silent count? While we're fighting?!

STARK: Yes! It's easy!

TEURAC: It's complicated.

RORF: What do they do?

STARK: The Zenetans will deploy The Flax.

RORF: The Flix, what the frell is The Flix?!

KURZ: The Flax is a net that will trap any ship coming after you!



Rorf is completely unimpressed. What, he was expecting...? Brains with his mercenaries?


RORF: A net. Oh, I see. They stay up here opening a net... while I'm down there risking my life!

ZELKIN: What's the point of a plan, if you don't get away at the end? Pack animal!



INTERCUT

MOYA, D'Argo's Quarters

Jothee lifts D'Argo's Qualta Blade from the shelf, examining it silently when dad enters.


D'ARGO: Do you know what that is?

JOTHEE: No. What is it?

D'ARGO: It's ah, it's your blood ancestor's Qualta Blade. My father's father used it in the Siege of Repmek.

JOTHEE: You're kidding? He fought with this? It weighs a drackik.

D'ARGO: It's perfectly balanced. I still use it myself.



Jothee replaces the blade carefully, D'Argo approaches him slowly.


D'ARGO: I'm... I'm sorry that we haven't spoken.

JOTHEE: Don't be sorry. I don't know what to say either.

D'ARGO: Who did this to you? Who mutilated you?

JOTHEE: You did. In a way. You've done everything that ever happened to me.

D'ARGO: Jothee... son... I had to send you away. After your Uncle accused me of killing your mother, I--

JOTHEE: I'm not angry with you. But... what's going on on this ship. You don't expect me to help you save Crichton, do you?

D'ARGO: I thought you would want to, I--

JOTHEE: ( angrily ) Listen! I'm interested in saving myself. For ten cycles I've been running, trying to survive.

D'ARGO: I realize that. I want to know everything that has happened to you in you're life--

JOTHEE: No! No! You don't want to know! Believe me. You don't want to know. I have done things. Many things I am not proud of, to survive. Now, I-I-I don't want to shame you, but I am not going back to that planet. I only just got my freedom back. I'm not going to risk losing it again.



Jothee turns and stalks from the room.




INTERCUT

DEPOSITORY, Natira's Quarters

Natira watches as Scorpius makes a few final adjustments on the neural probe attached to Crichton's head.


SCORPIUS: There. He's ready now.



Scorpius turns back to the panel.


CRICHTON: ( wearily ) Oh, don't stop now, Scorpy.... Roll me over and baste the other side.

NATIRA: Are you going to take out the implant?



Scorpius turns back to Natira, an identical neural probe encircling his head.


SCORPIUS: No. I'm going in.



Scorpius passes his palm over the panel controls and with the change in tonal quality, Crichton reacts again, his head bucking foward, a strangled gasp of pain escaping his lips.




INTERCUT

THEATER OF THE MIND, Sawyer's Mill

Crichton stands at the end of a dock, hands in the pockets of his white IASA uniform, looking out over a moonlit lake. Startled, he pulls his hands from his pockets, glancing down and around in confusion.


JOHN: What the hell?



Turning at the sound of footsteps, he watches Scorpius approach from the lands end of the short dock.


JOHN: This is Sawyer's Mill. My Dad used to bring me fishing here when I was a kid.



Scorpius joins him at the end of the dock, looking around with little interest.


SCORPIUS (:: Neural Clone ::): This is a place inside your memory, John. A place in your brain.

JOHN: ( bemused ) In my brain...

SCORPIUS (:: Neural Clone ::): Yes, we're inside your brain. And no... I'm not Scorpius. But he is.



The clone glances back down the dock, directing John's attention from a wandering, slightly affectionate gaze, to see Scorpy approaching from the lands end of the dock.


SCORPIUS: Hello, John.



Scorpius stops and addresses the clone. John walks toward Scorpius, mildly curious.


SCORPIUS: Have you obtained the wormhole information?

SCORPIUS (:: Neural Clone ::): I believe I've burrowed far enough. The information was well hidden by The Ancients. I suspect even Crichton is unaware of the specifics.

SCORPIUS: Is he ready to have the chip removed?

SCORPIUS (:: Neural Clone ::): Oh, yes.



Standing before Scorpius, John looks back and forth between the clone and Scorpius, a slight smile on his face.


SCORPIUS: I'll call my Command Carrier.



Scorpius circles around John, standing slightly behind and beside him.


SCORPIUS: When we reach my ship, and I remove my neural clone... your death will be painless.



Scorpius raises an object behind John's head, short and bluntly pointed. ( Okay, it looks like a lemon juicer. Sorry. )


JOHN: ( mildly ) Screw this.



Only mildly annoyed, Crichton starts to walk away. Scorpius brings the 'object' down swiftly, burying it in the back of John's neck. Grunting in shock and pain, John collapses slowly to his knees, then falls forward. Scorpius walks casually away while John makes a startling discovery, lying breathless and stunned on the ground.


JOHN: I can't move. God, I can't move.



END ACT I










ACT II





EXT. SPACE

A transport pod transits from Moya to Talyn. (STOCK CGI: TUT. Can we believe they use this so much!)

TALYN, Command

Aeryn follows Crais into Talyn's Command.


CRAIS: I'm sorry, Aeryn, you're wasting your time if you came here to beg.

AERYN: I'm not begging.

CRAIS: Choose your own word.

AERYN: Look, Crais, we're all going to die if you don't help us.

CRAIS: Will... other lives be lost in this attack?

AERYN: You can have anything you want. Anything.



Crais turns from a control panel, a disbelieving look on his face. His attitude becoming slightly bemused, possibly taunting.


CRAIS: Aeryn Sun... are you... offering yourself?



Giving no answer, she watches him calmly, waiting an answer.


CRAIS: Crichton... if he's alive, must mean a great deal to you.



Her calm collapsing slightly, as a hint of tears and desperation encroach.


AERYN: You can take what you want and I won't stop you.



Crais and Aeryn eye each other silently for a short eternity.




INTERCUT

MOYA, Maintenance Bay

D'Argo readies weapons in solitude which is broken by the entrance of a contrite son.


JOTHEE: I don't want you to think I'm a coward.

D'ARGO: ( softly ) I don't.



D'Argo carefully approaches his son again.


D'ARGO: I've been... thinking about what you said earlier. I was wrong to ask you to join us in battle. It's not your fight.

JOTHEE: No, Father. If it's your fight, then it's mine too.

D'ARGO: Thank you.

ZELKIN: Ka D'Argo.



D'Argo and Jothee turn toward the door. Zelkin, Kurz and Teurac have arrived to talk 'business'.


ZELKIN: We need to talk... about the plan.

D'ARGO: Not again ( sighs ). Pilot, would you mind telling these... fools, what we talked about earlier?

PILOT: D'Argo advised me to auto-program the Maintenance Bay. If you try to mutiny, the chamber will fill with Benim Gas, and render you unconscious.

ZELKIN: We have no desire to die, Ka D'Argo. But, you are a warrior. You must admit, this plan seems... ah... flawed.

D'ARGO: It's more than flawed. It's frelled. And that is why I say we should forget about it.

TEURAC: Forget about it! You think they're just going to let us walk in down there?!

D'ARGO: Pilot, is Moya well enough to do us one more favor?

PILOT: What kind of favor?

D'ARGO: A low level maneuver through atmosphere.

PILOT: I... think she might be able to manage it once. I'll ask her.

D'ARGO: This is what I think we should do. Moya should prove a distraction. And we go down there, burst through the front doors and storm the place. It's what we do best.



They all turn toward the door again at the sound of arms. Aeryn stands in the doorway, the big gun riding her hip. Hell on wheels.


AERYN: Are you ready to go down now and save Crichton?

ZELKIN: But we all heard his transmission. What if Crichton's worse, and won't be rescued?

AERYN: Well, that's easy. I put a bullet in Crichton's head and end it.



INTERCUT

DEPOSITORY, Natira's Quarters




BRACA: The Command Carrier is arriving six arns earlier than expected, sir.

SCORPIUS: Well, that's too bad.

AKKOR: I thought you wanted to leave as soon as possible.

SCORPIUS: I do, but ah... good news. I'm always suspicious of good news.

CRICHTON: ( wearily ) Hey, Scorpy. Why don't you cut me down, isn't torture time over?

SCORPIUS: I don't torture people, John. You misunderstand me. Now that my neural clone has reached the information I need, I'll remove it... as soon as my Command Carrier arrives. It's seems...



We don't find out what "it seems", cause Scorpy is interrupted by critical failure of cooling rod. He twitches and growls in discomfort.


CRICHTON: ( slurring ) Oh, whatsamatter? Got a little warm head? How 'bout I change that rod for ya? I got some spares.

SCORPIUS: Natira, lock this chamber down! Open it for no one but me!

AKKOR: I'll do it.



Akkor and Braca follow Scorpius, leaving Natira alone with Crichton.


NATIRA: Human, you are surprising. I've never seen Scorpius worry about anyone as much as you.

CRICHTON: Don't be jealous Frau Blucher... he only loves me for my mind. You know, you should come in a visit sometime.

NATIRA: Why would I ever want to go inside you?



Crichton's ice blue eyes roll up slightly, the better to focus a cold gaze on Natira.


CRICHTON: So the Scorpius in my head can tell you exactly how he's going to kill you.

NATIRA: Well, I can tell you. You're about to taste blood.



As good as her word, Natira lashes out, striking him ungently. Crichton's head rocks with the blow and he chokes briefly, traces of blood spilling across his lips. Recovering slightly, he focusses on her again.


CRICHTON: Was that good for you?

NATIRA: Yes.



Natira smiles, displaying lovely fangs and blue gums. Tracing one clawed finger over a tiny spillet of blood on his lip, he places the claw between her lips, tasting him. ( oh, man. ewww! )




INTERCUT

DEPOSITORY

Just outside the Depository, Rorf and Bekhesh attempt to contact Moya. Rorf impatiently taps the comms in the palm of his hand.


RORF: Moya? Anyone?



Rorf turns to Bekhesh, who merely shrugs.


RORF: How does this frelling thing work?!

RYGEL: I hear you, Blood Tracker.

RORF: Well, we're just outside the depository, and yes, you were right. The guards aren't looking for a Vocarian or a Tavlek.

RYGEL: Can you smell Crichton?

RORF: No, but...

RYGEL: Why not?!

RORF: Oh well, it's just...



Bekhesh snags the comms from Rorf, giving Rygel the bad news.


BEKHESH: The problem is, he's a lousy tracker... it seems smelling... is a female's job!

RYGEL: Oh, frell! I don't want to hear excuses. Just find Crichton!

RORF: You're no help Bekhesh! Why don't you frell off! Hmm! I would have found him by now if it wasn't for you... clumping around behind me!

BEKHESH: Fine! From now on, you're on your own!



INTERCUT

MOYA, Corridor

Zhaan walks down a corridor, her attention diverted by the sound of 'venting gas'. Turning toward the sound, she notes a large puff of smoke ejected into the corridor. Investigating further she finds the Sheyang, Teurac, secreted away, practicing and misfiring repeatedly, able only to produce smoke rather than flame.


ZHAAN: What's the matter, Teurac?

TEURAC: Uh, nothing!

ZHAAN: Can you produce flame?

TEURAC: Of course!

ZHAAN: I will not let you endanger the rest of us. Stark's plan depends on your ability to produce flame. If you cannot... I must warn the others.



Zhaan turns to report the problem, but Teurac stops her.


TEURAC: No! I still have flame nutrients, but can no longer tap into them. Unless...

ZHAAN: Unless what?

TEURAC: If you have Taakar serum?

ZHAAN: But that's poison.



INTERCUT

DEPOSITORY, Corridor

Rorf darts into an empty corridor of the Depository, he's on a high, if comical, alert, whipping his rifle about, attempting to cover himself on all sides.


RORF: Pilot! Answer this frelling thing, will you?!

PILOT: Ah... I'm sorry, Rorf. I've been training all my senses on healing Moya.

RORF: I got through the waste vents. Crichton's on the level above the main chamber. He's...



Rorf runs right into Akkor and two PK's. Growling he lowers the comm and attempts to raise his weapon, but another PK knocks him down and out from behind.


PILOT: Rorf... Rorf.



INTERCUT

DEPOSITORY, Natira's Quarters

Akkor 'interrogates' Rorf, he holds a small round object against the Trackers ear while Rorf growls defiantly, not looking even mildly inconvenienced by whatever this device is.


RORF: I told you. I don't know this human.



Still strapped to the top of the sphere, Crichton's gaze is directed toward the interrogation, he doesn't seem able to move anything but his eyes.


SCORPIUS: Bounty Hunter. Why are you here?

RORF: Well I was planning to make... a deposit.



Rorf laughs unpleasantly.


AKKOR: A deposit of what? Fur lice?!

NATIRA: Akkor, back away and shut up.

AKKOR: I'm just doing--

NATIRA: Back away, now.

SCORPIUS: Bounty Hunter. This is the last time I will ask: What are you... doing here?

RORF: Get frelled! You know what I was doing. I was casing the joint for Zenetan Pirates. I didn't know you were here, and I don't know who he is.

SCORPIUS: ( thoughtfully ) Zenetan Pirates.

NATIRA: Please. Allow me to question the animal. Sometimes a female's touch...

SCORPIUS: You should have answered me. I was trying to save you.



Natira stands, the crablike claws on her head spread wide, flexing at their joints in a most decidedly creepy way.


NATIRA: Animal, you have lovely eyes. I love red eyes. Very sensual. Very unusual. Animal, what are you doing here?

RORF: I told you--

NATIRA: Do not lie again! Who are you communicating to, and what is the plan to free the human?

RORF: Plan? I don't know of any plan.

NATIRA: Animal, I love your eyes... your lying eyes.



Using the topmost claw on her head, Natira gently plucks at Rorf's left eye, he howls in pain.




END ACT II










ACT III





DEPOSITORY, Natira's Quarters

Rorf continues howling in pain, he holds a bloody rag to his eye. Natira stands in the background, 'grooming' her skull claws.


RORF: ( howling )... and that's all I know! They plan to destroy the generator, then attack in the darkness. Darkness is the key. Please! Don't take my other eye. ( whimpers )

SCORPIUS: Natira, my... ( inhales ) senses tell me that this animal is telling the truth. Braca come with me. If we secure the generator, their plan will fail.



INTERCUT

INT. TRANSPORT POD

All but Chiana and the Zenetans are aboard, as the remaining assault team head to the Depository. D'Argo, fully in his element issuing commands to each part of the team, handing out arms as he speaks.


D'ARGO: We have to be fast. Once we land on the planet, Moya's going to run a distraction. Teurac, Zhaan, and Stark, I want you to go through the waste vents, into the depository, and destroy the generators. Aeryn and I will meet up with Bekhesh. Once the power is gone, we'll be able to storm through the center chamber doors, and rescue Crichton.

JOTHEE: What about me? I thought I was going too?

D'ARGO: You're going to stay on the transport pod with Rygel.

JOTHEE: I said I'd go, that's why I'm here!

D'ARGO: Look, it is not your fight! I've lost you once before. I'm not going to lose you again.



INTERCUT

DEPOSITORY, Corridor

Scorpius, Braca and Akkor, accompanied by many armed Security and PK Officers, move at a rapid pace.


SCORPIUS: Braca... while I secure the generator, get to the monitor and be my eyes and ears.

BRACA: Yes sir.



Braca splits off, heading for the monitor room. Scorpius and Akkor pause just inside an 'elevator'.


SCORPIUS: Tell me. Is there a back way to the generator?

AKKOR: Yes.



The elevator doors close.




INTERCUT

INT. TRANSPORT POD

Still piloting the Pod, Aeryn gives a final briefing to Rygel.


AERYN: Pilot. We'll be touching down on the planet in thirty microts.

PILOT: Good luck, Aeryn. Good luck to you all.

AERYN: Thank you, Pilot. Rygel, I'm handing control over to you... now!



Aeryn takes up the big gun and heads for the debarkation point. Rygel assumes pilot controls of the pod from a forward console.


AERYN: Let's do it.



INTERCUT

MOYA


PILOT: Starting descent now. Chiana, tell the Zenetans to prepare for a low-level maneuver.



Chiana runs into Command.


CHIANA: You got it Pilot.



INTERCUT

DEPOSITORY, Natira's Quarters

Scorpius has left his prize alone with Natira again. She stands before the huge expanse of glass that is one entire wall of her quarters, looking out on the planet surface. To her it must be beautiful, the overcast and rain make it look like a deconstructed tintype photo. Gorgeous CGI.


NATIRA: Blue Eyes... look out at that. That is the last sight your eyes will ever see.

CRICHTON: You are a sick puppy. Scorpius has to kill me and you're still gettin' your jollies.

NATIRA: Oh, he doesn't... he doesn't have to kill you, Blue Eyes.

CRICHTON: What? He... he can get the chip out without hurting me?

NATIRA: Oh yes. First red, and now blue.



She turns away from the window, heading slowly toward the pinoned Crichton. The clawed appendanges on her head wriggling about again.


NATIRA: Scorpius wants your brain. He said nothing about your eyes. Blue eyes... so soft... very rare.



The top most claw extends toward Crichton's left eye. He's helpless to do anthing, and doesn't even blink as the tip of the claw hones in on his eye.

An abrupt and loud noise distracts Natira from her 'hobby' and she whips around back to the window in surprise.



NATIRA: What the frell is that?!



Through the window a familiar shape approaches, diving rapidly through the atmosphere.


CRICHTON: That's Moya.



Moya rotates laterally, her belly skimming alongside the huge structure of the Depository. The concussive force of her hairsbreadth 'fly-by', causes all the windows in Natira's quarters to blow inward, shattered glass littering the floor.




INTERCUT

MOYA, Command

Chiana let's loose an impressive 'war-whoop'


PILOT: You're clear to land, Rygel. Get in there now!



INTERCUT

EXT. DEPOSITORY

The Transport Pod, on low approach, skims to an abrupt landing, the eight legs of the pod striking up sparks against the deck of the depository landing site.




INTERCUT

INT. DEPOSITORY, Monitor Room

Braca views the initial assault on the Monitors as a figure, unmistakably D'Argo-- Qualta Rifle at the ready, breaks in the front door and starts firing.


BRACA: Sir? We have a problem.



On the monitor, the picture is static filled, but it's plain that Aeryn has followed D'Argo inside, and begins laying down fire with the big gun.




INTERCUT

DEPOSITORY, Main Reception

D'Argo, Aeryn and Bekhesh, having burst through the front doors, ala D'Argo's plan, begin to lay waste to the Security Guards. They make slow and steady progress into the building, as the Security desperately tries to hold them back. A single guard at the central point wields a large multi-muzzle cannon, but the three invaders are making a poor target.


AERYN: Now!



Aeryn moves to cover, taking out a guard.


AERYN: Bekhesh, take out the camera!



Still standing, more or less, in the open, Bekhesh takes out the monitoring camera with one shot from his gauntlet. In the monitoring room, Braca loses the bad picture he'd previously had.




INTERCUT

DEPOSITORY, Corridor

Still accompanied by Akkor and PK officers, Scorpius issues orders on the fly.


SCORPIUS: Mobilize every available soldier. Have them standby outside the main chamber.



INTERCUT

DEPOSITORY, Corridors

Trotting from many different directions, a combination of Depository Security and PK Officers head toward the main chamber. There seem to be several dozen heading in that direction.




INTERCUT

DEPOSITORY, Natira's Quarters

Without benefit of windows to hold back the weather, the chamber is filled with a howling wind. Whatever isn't nailed down is blown about vigorously. The wire sphere Crichton is strapped to wobbles about dangerously in the wind. John's in fine form, again running a powerful bluff, shouting over the wind to be heard.


CRICHTON: Oh, dear, dear, dear, what has Moya done here? You are so screwed, Medusa! I tell you what-- You get me out of here, I'll help you stay alive.



Natira paces around the room nervously, she's armed with a pulse rifle now.


NATIRA: Why do you want to escape now, human?

CRICHTON: You just told me that I could get the chip out of my head without dying! When you get me out of here, I'll give you the damn chip! Hell, you can have the wormhole technology! As a bonus, you can have one of my eyes!

RORF: Let us go, you bitch!



INTERCUT

DEPOSITORY, Corridor

A Security Guard falls under pulse rifle fire as Stark, Zhaan and Teurac invade the depository.


STARK: The generator's this way!

ZHAAN: Quick!



Reaching their goal quickly, Zhaan and Stark look down on a large geometrically shaped device. Sucker is huge!


ZHAAN: Teurac, that's the generator. Burn it!

TEURAC: Give me the Taakar serum. Give it to me now!

ZHAAN: Are you sure? It's seven units. It's a lethal dose.

TEURAC: Not for us. Younger Sheyangs have survived nine! Give it to me! There is no other way.



Zhaan pulls a silver injector from her robes, pulling up the plunger she slams it against Teurac's chest, sending the toxic substance into his body.




INTERCUT

DEPOSITORY, Main Reception

The firefight continues in the main chamber. D'Argo, Aeryn and Bekhesh continue to take down guards as they attempt to approach their secure positions. However, D'Argo is unable to get a clear shot at the Guard with the hand cannon. The VFX for D'Argo's Qualta rifle are awesome, especially in the shot where he takes out the final camera, the green aura of the precharge speading out horizontally just before the main bolt fires is simply gorgeous, and dangerous looking!


D'ARGO: We have to get that frelling gun!

AERYN: ( silently ) Okay.



Aeryn steps out of cover, firing the big gun, but the Guard ducks out of sight just in time. Aeryn spins back behind cover as the firefight continues.

D'Argo steps out of cover, ready to take another shot at the main opposition in the main chamber, the guard with the hand cannon. Firing his rifle, rather than the precharge, he gets the sickly whine of a drained energy weapon. Turning about the Guard with the hand cannon notes D'Argo's problem, and turns quickly, 'cocking' his weapon. D'Argo grunts, disengaging the rifle, snapping the blade back in place. The guard begins to bring the cannon to bear.



D'ARGO: Yah!



D'Argo hurls the blade a truely impressive distance. The guard gasps in surprise at the appearance of the blade buried in his breastbone. Witness to this, Aeryn watches the guard, the hilt of the Qualta Blade protruding from his chest, and expresses her controlled surprise.


AERYN: Good shot.

D'ARGO: ( mildly ) I was aiming for between his eyes.



With a final gasp, the guard collapses.




INTERCUT

DEPOSITORY, The Generator

Zhaan and Teurac are on the floor of the generator room, the massive device rotates slowly between them. Teurac leans heavily against the wall.


ZHAAN: Teurac, what's taking so long? You have to destroy the generator, now!

TEURAC: I'm trying. My chest... the fuel is there, but... I can't reach it!

ZHAAN: You must hurry, they'll be here soon!

SCORPIUS: I'm here already, Zhaan.



Scorpius and his Guards appear behind Zhaan, other PK officers take Stark above on the walkway.


SCORPIUS: Put the weapon down.



Zhaan angrily refuses to relinquish her weapon. Scorpius encourages her with his own weapon, and his not so gentle urging.


SCORPIUS: Put the weapon down, now!



INTERCUT

DEPOSITORY, Main Chamber

D'Argo retrieves his Qualta Blade and the large multi-muzzled hand cannon from the deceased guard.


D'ARGO: Why hasn't the power gone off?

AERYN: It's that frelling Sheyang. He couldn't do it.



Aeryn runs toward the sealed door, Bekhesh follows her, finishing off those few guards who 'may or may not' already be dead.


AERYN: I knew I shouldn't have trusted him!



Firing his gauntlet at a prone body.


BEKHESH: Thank.



Firing at another body.


BEKHESH: You.



Aeryn peers through the tinted triangular windows that border the door between the main chamber and the interior of the depository.


AERYN: Do you think there's anyone on the other side of this door?



INTERCUT

DEPOSITORY, Corridor

In the corridor outside the main chamber, dozens of PK's and Security Guards line up against the walls, weapons at the ready. Braca watches the assemblage from the Monitor Room.




INTERCUT

DEPOSITORY, Main Chamber




BEKHESH: Are we going to do this or not?!

AERYN: I don't know that we have any other choice.

D'ARGO: None whatsoever.



INTERCUT

DEPOSITORY, The Generator

Believing he has the situation firmly in hand, Scorpius attempts to contact Natira. The guards bring Stark down from the overhead walkway and stand him next to Zhaan.


SCORPIUS: Natira. Natira, why aren't you answering me?

TEURAC: Scorpius. Don't worry about her. Worry about me!



Teurac appears from behind the rotating generator.


AKKOR: Shoot him!

SCORPIUS: No, don't! He's a Sheyang.

TEURAC: That's right. I'll explode if you shoot me. Goodbye, Zhaan. This is not your fault. I always knew it had to end like this.



Teurac aims his odd little triangular pulse rifle against his chest.


ZHAAN: Teurac!



Atop the walkway, Akkor bolts.


SCORPIUS: No!



Teurac fires, and instantly his entire body is consumed in flame. Zhaan and Stark duck quickly around a corner, diving away from the huge explosion, the fireball spreading through the room. The force of the explosion, felt at least as far away as the Main Chamber and the Monitor Room.




END ACT III










ACT IV





DEPOSITORY, Main Chamber

The force of the generator exploding rocks the chamber, and with a low whine the lights dim to a nice theatrical semi-gloom.


D'ARGO: They did it. They killed the power.

BEKHESH: You two go to night vision.



D'Argo and Aeryn pull a monacle device over their right eyes. Aeryn hesitates briefly, lightly tapping the surface of the blue lens of the 'night vision' goggle, all she can see is blackness with bright streaks of light. Behind her, D'Argo readies the heavy multi-cannon purloined from the Security guard, hefting it to ready position.


AERYN: Mine's not working.



Abruptly the door behind them all slides open, revealing the corridor beyond, D'Argo whirls about, multi-cannon swinging down to cover the corridor.


D'ARGO: Just shoot!



D'Argo fires the cannon into the blackness of the corridor, his 'night-vision' goggle picking out the the soldiers and guards, their bodies appear as reddish white blurs in the darkness.

With the initial shot, all hell breaks loose. The soldiers, guards, and Aeryn firing blindly into the darkness. D'Argo and Aeryn advance down the corridor, firing at will, shoulder to shoulder. Bekhesh firing his gauntlet from between them.

The opposing side has little chance against this unstoppable force, falling rapidly beneath the heavy fire.

Still seeing nothing but darkness occassionally illuminated by the streaking static of the 'night-vision' goggle and the bursts of weapons fire, Aeryn distractedly taps the goggles lens from time to time, trying to force it to work.

A final explosion lights the dark, followed by absolute darkness as the firefight slowly ebbs.



AERYN: Wait. I think I did it. My night vision's finally working!



Darkness and silence are broken by the whine of a backup generator. Slowly emergency lighting brings the corridor into stark relief. Aeryn, D'Argo and Bekhesh turn about quickly covering all sides for possible enemy attack. However the among the bodies littering the corridor, none remain to oppose them.


BEKHESH: For someone who couldn't see… You did okay.



INTERCUT

DEPOSITORY, Corridor

Scorpius and his remaining soldiers have fallen back, escaping the brunt of the attack of the invading force. Behind Scorpius a soldier screams, his uniform afire. Scorpy ignores him and the other soldiers fall away from him, only watching as his burning body flails about the corridor.


SCORPIUS: Braca! Braca... can you see Crichton?



From the monitoring room, Braca has no assistance to lend.


BRACA: No, the monitor's have gone dead.

SCORPIUS: Then get me some emergency power now!



The screaming soldier must be too distracting to Scorpius, he walks further away to make his next communication.


SCORPIUS: Natira. Natira, I know you're listening. If you're betraying me, if anything happens to Crichton...



INTERCUT

DEPOSITORY, Natira's Quarters

Still mounted on the wire sphere, the neural interface strapped to his forehead, Crichton shouts above the rushing wind. His efforts to win a timely ally putting more life in him than we've seen since his 're-capture.'


CRICHTON: ( shouting ) Come on, Natira! You've got to make up your mind quick!

SCORPIUS: ( over comms ) Answer me!

CRICHTON: ( shouting ) Scorpy's gonna kill you, no matter what happens here! You don't believe me?! Go in my head and ask the clone how you're gonna die… ask him!!



Uncertainty radiates from her, she doesn't answer Scorpius, instead turning to Crichton.




INTERCUT

THEATER OF THE MIND, Sawyer's Mill

Crichton's 'body' remains prone on the ground, the hilt of Scorpy's 'neural knife' protuding from the back of his neck. The induced paralysis keeping him motionless, his voice slurred from the effort to speak.


JOHN: Natira… ask him.

NATIRA: Where is he?



The Scorpy clone steps up onto the dock.


SCORPIUS (:: Neural Clone ::): I'm here Natira.



Natira walks past Crichton's prone form, meeting Scorpy at the end of the dock (pier, whatever), her voice a desperate entreaty.


NATIRA: Tell me. Scorpius would never harm me, would he?

SCORPIUS (:: Neural Clone ::): Hmm. Now I know why Scorpius found you so... enticing. To possess a beauty like you... to feel... all of this.

NATIRA: Crichton's right. Scorpius is going to kill me.

SCORPIUS (:: Neural Clone ::): Oh, my lovely. How fortunate you are. You're death will be painless.



The clone turns it's back on her, and she starts to walk back toward Crichton.


JOHN: ( slurring ) Natira! Come get his fork outta my neck, forget about him!



Natira kneels behind him.


NATIRA: If I take it out, will you get me on Moya and away from Scorpius? Do we have a deal?!



INTERCUT

DEPOSITORY, Natira's Quarters

Aeryn, D'Argo, and Bekhesh enter the windswept chamber, no sign of anyone remains. They all shout over the rush of wind... and from a bit of frustration I'd wager.


BEKHESH: Where is Crichton? You said he was here!

D'ARGO: This is where Rorf said he would be. They must have moved him!

AERYN: Obviously!



INTERCUT

DEPOSITORY, Corridor

Natira prods Crichton ahead of her with the muzzle of a pulse rifle, Rorf staggers along beside them as Crichton moves along bent over with his hand pressed to his forehead.


NATIRA: There's a way out in the lower level, we must move faster!



Crichton suddenly shouts in pain, his indrawn breath harsh and eerie in a constricted throat. At his shoulder instantly, Rorf holds him steady.


RORF: What's the matter, Crichton?



Crichton grabs onto him, in desperation.


CRICHTON: I've got Scorpius in my head, and he's not going to let me go!

NATIRA: Move!



Natira shoves Crichton forward roughly with the pulse rifle, he staggers forward, still pressing a hand to his head.


RORF: Don't push him, bitch!



Crichton shouts again, not really addressing the squabbling pair behind him.


CRICHTON: Just, stop it!!



Rorf grabs him roughly by the shoulder, and he actually focusses on him as Rorf rants angrily.


RORF: Don't tell me to stop it! She took out my eye!



At the far end of the corridor an explosion precedes a number of soldiers charging around the corner.


NATIRA: Peacekeepers!



Crichton, Rorf and Natira run!




INTERCUT

DEPOSITORY, Corridor

Elsewhere, Zhaan and Stark run into a corridor illuminated by emergency lighting.


ZHAAN: We're on our way to the pick up point, Rygel. Come and get us now!



INTERCUT

TRANSPORT POD


RYGEL: On our way, Zhaan.

JOTHEE: Outta my way, slug. I'm gonna drive--



Rygel snarls and snaps at Jothee's hand. On the contrary... Rygel's drivin'!




INTERCUT

DEPOSITORY, Monitoring room

Emergency power assists Braca as well.


BRACA: Intruders in the landing bay. Get a squadron up there now.



INTERCUT

DEPOSITORY, Corridor

Moving now toward some goal, Scorpius marches along, accompanied by a number of PK Soldier.


SCORPIUS: Braca, Braca, signal the Zenetan Pirates.



INTERCUT

MOYA, Command

Zelkin brings a small device to his ear.


BRACA: ( over comm ) Zelkin, deploy The Flax. I repeat. Deploy The Flax.

CHIANA: Zelkin? Who are you speaking to? Is that a comm?



Chiana approaches Zelkin from the Strategy table, reaching out her hand to the device Zelkin is holding. He grabs her wrist, twisting her arm behind her.


ZELKIN: Easy, easy, girl. Oh, I didn't know you cared.



Zelkin brings the comm up again, issuing an order.


ZELKIN: Kurz, release The Flax.

CHIANA: No!!!



Moya and the Transport Pod carrying Rygel and Jothee are ensnared in The Flax.




INTERCUT

TRANSPORT POD

Jothee and Rygel and thrown forward as the Transport is suddenly held immobile in The Flax.


JOTHEE: Why the frell aren't we moving?!



INTERCUT

MOYA, Pilot's Den


PILOT: It's The Flax! We're trapped.



INTERCUT

DEPOSITORY, Corridor

Crichton walks slowly, due to continued prodding from Natira. Shouting incoherently as he grapples with pain, bent forward at the waist, both hands clutching his forehead.


CRICHTON: ( screaming ) ( "You'll never get away from me, John" ) Go!



Crichton releases his forehead, standing semi-upright, blood streaming from his nose. Ahead of them in the corridor a mass of soldiers rounds the corner. Crichton stands unsteadily in the center of the corridor, confronting what he believes must be an illusion.


CRICHTON: You go away, you're not real!



Scorpius walks slowly toward him, between the soldiers who stand ready with their weapons, but do not fire. Natira urges Crichton to take cover.


NATIRA: Move!

CRICHTON: (:: "You'll never get away from me, John." ::) Go away, Scorpius!!

NATIRA: Move it!



Natira vainly urges Crichton to move to the cover of a small room on the left side of the corridor.


RORF: Scorpius!



Rorf pushes Crichton toward cover of the small alcove on the left side of the corridor, before darting to the right himself. Unfortunately, Crichton does no more than wobble slightly.


SCORPIUS: Don't shoot Crichton. I need him alive.

RORF: Crichton! Get back!

CRICHTON: (:: "There's no escape, John... no escape, John" ::)



Beside Scorpius, Akkor raises a large pulse pistol.


RORF: No!!!!



Rorf charges Crichton, slamming a shoulder into him. Crichton staggers into Natira, cowering in the alcove, his breath rushing out in a loud grunt.

Akkor's shot, surely intended for Crichton, strikes Rorf instead, and he is flung to the ground. Scorpius turns to Akkor and snarls wickedly, but lacks the opportunity to kill him himself.

Stunned into action by Rorf, Crichton strips the rifle from Natira's hand, and steps back into the center of the corridor.



CRICHTON: No!!



Stretching out the rifle in one hand, he picks Akkor off with one shot. Akkor's body flies backward.


NATIRA: Lets' go! We have a deal, Crichton!

RORF: Rorg!

SCORPIUS: ( whispers ) Leave him, John.



Crichton holds the rifle extended, screaming in pain and rage, willing himself to loose another shot... to kill Scorpius.


NATIRA: Come on!

SCORPIUS: ( whispers ) Leave him... and come to me.



Ignoring everything except a fierce will to destroy his tormentor, Crichton continues screaming, urgently thrusting the rifle forward, but it refuses to fire!


NATIRA: Crichton!



Sickening realization hits and Crichton lowers the rifle, it hangs uselessly in his right hand. Wavering on unsteady feet, blood trickling across his lips, he pants heavily, his gazed fixed along the corridor, as Scorpius moves slowly toward him.


CRICHTON: (:: "There's no escape, John. There's no escape. No escape." ::)

NATIRA: Take me to Moya!

CRICHTON: (:: "There's no escape, John, there's no escape." ::)

NATIRA: Frell you, Crichton. Die alone!



Natira bolts from cover, running back along the corridor. The PK soldiers open fire, but are handicapped by their commander's orders, and must fire to avoid Crichton.

Natira makes good her escape, disappearing around a corner, and silence decends again in the corridor.

Scorpius continues walking slowly toward his prey. Crichton, completely disoriented and barely able to keep to his feet, watches him come.



From around a corner at the far end of the corridor, D'Argo appears. Wheeling about in the corridor, and siting the 'showdown', he charges into the fray, multi-cannon firing. Aeryn and Bekhesh follow, 'guns blazing'.

Already driven back once by this onslaught, Scorpius and his soldiers fall back under cover of return fire. Both sides are handicapped by the imperative not to take out Crichton, who continues to stand-- dazed, in the center of the corridor.

Aeryn, D'Argo and Bekhesh charge the corridor, driving the Peacekeepers back. Reaching Crichton's position, D'Argo kneels beside Rorf.



D'ARGO: Rorf!



Motionless and unresponsive to the chaos erupting around him, Aeryn forces Crichton into the cover of an alcove with a quick hip shot, and he staggers forward out of the field of fire. D'Argo drags Rorf into the alcove, and Aeryn and Bekhesh follow.


RORF: My female! My female!



Support PK's arrive, flanking the 'rescuers'. Opposing forces on both ends of the corridor effectively pinning them down inside the small alcove.


RORF: D'Argo, you must go back to her. You must tell her...

D'ARGO: I will! I will!



On D'Argo's promise, Rorf succumbs. D'Argo glances once at Crichton, sitting slumped against the wall, still looking uncertain and confused, before joining Aeryn and Bekhesh in holding the PK's back.


BEKHESH: They're shooting from both sides. We're trapped.



INTERCUT

DEPOSITORY, Corridor

Elsewhere, Stark searches fallen soldiers while Zhaan desperately tries to raise Rygel on comms. Meanwhile, soldiers dispatched by Braca are on the approach.


ZHAAN: Rygel. Rygel! Why aren't you here?! Rygel?

CRAIS: Zhaan?



And here's a great 'hero' shot of Crais on board Talyn. All Crais fans NEED this pic! I like to call it Crais' "Gregory Peck" moment. :)


CRAIS: Is that you, Zhaan?

ZHAAN: Crais?! Has Talyn returned?



INTERCUT

MOYA, Command

Zelkin holds Chiana down on the strategy table, stroking her hair in a REALLY creepy fashion.


ZELKIN: I'm sorry about this. But, Scorpius will kill me if I don't hold Moya for him.



Zelkin glances up quickly at an odd sound. Through the forward portal gets a brief glimpse of a ship on a high velocity approach vector, before it shoots out of sight.




INTERCUT

TALYN, Command

We 'hear' the sound of an explosion and Crais squints slightly as the explosive flare illuminates command through the forward portal




INTERCUT

EXT. SPACE

A large fireball expands as Talyn's cannon 'vaporizes' the Zenetan ship.




INTERCUT

MOYA, Command

Moya is rocked by the explosion. Chiana head bounces heavily on the table.


PILOT: We're free, Chiana!



INTERCUT

TRANSPORT POD


RYGEL: The Flax... is gone.



INTERCUT

MOYA, Command

Zelkin continues to hold Chiana to the table, his pulse gun to the back of her neck, signalling his ship with his other hand.


ZELKIN: Kurz? Kurz?! What's happening?!

PILOT: Kurz is dead. Talyn has destroyed your ship.

ZELKIN: I'll take Moya then.

CHIANA: You're not taking anything!



Chiana wrests away from Zelkin. Holding his gun arm away from her head, she tries pretty much everything in her repertoire, from kicking to biting. Struggling for control of the gun, it is turned down and held by both between their bodies.

The gun fires and both Chi and Zelkin jump, either startled or shot... we can't say at this moment.
( Man... don't ya just hate it when that happens? )

Chiana pants heavily, her breath coming in short gasps. Zelkin just stands there with an awful smirk on his face.


ZELKIN: Oh, what a waste.



He falls to the floor, dragging Chi with him. Chiana kneels over his body, still gasping for breath, a small smokey hole near Zelkin's ... ah... lessee... um, crotch...? ...marks the death blow. ( Something ELSE we didn't know about Zenetans! )




INTERCUT

DEPOSITORY, Corridor/Alcove

Meanwhile, back at the firefight.

What amounts to a stalemate as Aeryn, D'Argo and Bekhesh are effectively pinned down by the PK force, but the PK force cannot hope to breech the heavy firepower afforded by D'Argo's hand cannon, Aeryn's big gun, and Bekhesh's gauntlet weapon; which, indeed, is AWESOME in close combat, as Crichton promised.

Meanwhile, Crichton sits uselessly against the far wall of the alcove. Mentally-- he's checked out for now, but manages a moment to examine the blood discovered on his upper lip, as though wondering how it got there.



CRAIS: ( over comms ) Aeryn?

AERYN: Crais!

CRAIS: Talyn has just destroyed the Zenetan ship.

AERYN: Have you come back to help us?

CRAIS: Let's just say that I'm here.

AERYN: All right. Hang on a microt. Zhaan, Stark.



INTERCUT

DEPOSITORY, Corridor

PK reinforcements have still not arrived at this point, Stark and Zhaan are still alone there, waiting on Rygel.


STARK: Yes.

ZHAAN: Yes, Aeryn, we're here.



INTERCUT

DEPOSITORY, Alcove


AERYN: Can you remember from the blueprints what runs parallel to the internal corridors?

STARK: I think they are reverse pressurization chambers.

AERYN: Where do they lead?

STARK: To the depository.

AERYN: Perfect. Rygel?



INTERCUT

TRANSPORT POD

Jothee and Rygel aboard the transport, listen in on Aeryn's plan. Rygel seeming alert, eager and more than prepared to 'follow orders'.


RYGEL: Yes!



INTERCUT

DEPOSITORY, Alcove


AERYN: Pick up Zhaan and Stark from the waste vents, and come and get us when Talyn's finished.

JOTHEE: Finished with what?

AERYN: Don't ask. Crais--target off my comms and destroy the depository.

CRAIS: Talyn's firepower is massive, Aeryn. How will you survive the damage?

AERYN: We'll be safe. Just give us ninety microts, and obviously, try not to hit my signal with a direct strike.



Out in the corridor, his soldiers falling all around him, Scorpius tires of the stalemate. It appears to this viewer, that he focusses his thoughts 'inward'... directly contacting Crichton through the neural chip.


CRICHTON: (:: "Crichton" ::) Huh (:: "You want the chip gone." ::)

AERYN: All right! Follow me.

D'ARGO: Follow you where?

AERYN: Here!



Aeryn fires the big gun directly across the corridor, blowing out the elaborate decorative grate that forms the far wall of the corridor, leaving a gaping hole.


CRICHTON: (:: "You want the pain gone... come to me." ::)

AERYN: Go down to the depository; hide in a container. That should protect us from Talyn's attack.

BEKHESH: Should?!

AERYN: You got a better idea?

BEKHESH: Well...



Bekhesh darts into the corridor, firing on the soldiers at one end before disappearing into the hole in the wall.


CRICHTON: Aeryn... I'm, ah...



Crichton rises slowly to his knees, his voice weak and clearly disoriented.


CRICHTON: ...I'm gonna go to Scorpius.

AERYN: Frell you are.



Aeryn turns about from covering Bekhesh's retreat, and slams the butt of her rifle against Crichton's face. He collapses on his back, unconscious.


AERYN: D'Argo... carry him!



D'Argo manages a 'what the frell?' sideways glance at Aeryn as she darts into the corridor, firing twice down the corridor before disappearing inside her makeshift exit.

Right behind her disappearing coattails, D'Argo steps into the corridor, Crichton draped across his shoulder. Scorpius looks extremely peeved that his prey might escape yet again.

Crichton's lax arms dangle down D'Argo's back. The huge Luxan turns down the corridor, firing one shot with the cannon from between Crichton's bootheels, before darting into the hole in the wall.





INTERCUT

TALYN, Command


CRAIS: It's what Aeryn wants us to do, Pilot-- Destroy the entire building.



INTERCUT

DEPOSITORY, Corridor

Aeryn leads the flight, followed closely by Bekhesh and D'Argo with his human cargo.


AERYN: This way!



Turning a corner, she stops at a control console, keying the door in front of her.


AERYN: It's frelling locked!



INTERCUT

DEPOSITORY, Monitor Room

Braca enjoys a moment, believing escape is impossible.


BRACA: They're in the depositing room.



INTERCUT

DEPOSITORY, Corridor

Covering a side corridor with a purloined rifle, Stark hears the approaching soldiers...


STARK: Zhaan, I think we've got company.

ZHAAN: Rygel! Rygel!



INTERCUT

TRANSPORT POD


RYGEL: Almost there Zhaan.



INTERCUT

DEPOSITORY

Outside the Vault.


BEKHESH: Move!



Aeryn backs away and Bekhesh 'fries' the control panel with his gauntlet. The door slides open. Aeryn and Bekhesh run inside.


AERYN: Right, into the container.

BEKHESH: I didn't plan on becoming a deposit.



D'Argo follows, the hilt of his Qualta Blade doing a lot toward keeping Crichton's body in place on his shoulder. Aeryn and Bekhesh step up inside an open 'deposit box', the interior is already pretty filled with large white crates.




INTERCUT

EXT. DEPOSITORY, Landing Bay

Transport pod comes down in another hurried landing, kicking up muted sparks on the rain drenched surface.


RYGEL: ( over comms ) Touching down now, Zhaan.



Inside the Depository, Zhaan and Stark bolt for the exit.


ZHAAN: Let's go! Come on!



On the Transport, Jothee exits the forward area to open the access hatch.




INTERCUT

MOYA, Pilot's Den




PILOT: Talyn firing in 20 microts.



INTERCUT

TALYN, Command


CRAIS: Locking on now.



INTERCUT

MOYA, Command

Chiana waits.


PILOT: Talyn firing in 15 microts.



INTERCUT

TRANSPORT POD


JOTHEE: All right there in! Let's go! Go! Go! Go! Go! Go!



INTERCUT

DEPOSITORY, The Vault

Standing inside the Deposit Box, Bekhesh helps ease Crichton's body from D'Argo's shoulder.




INTERCUT

DEPOSITORY, Corridor

Scorpius steps over a body, into a corridor. It's not clear "where" he is in the depository.




INTERCUT

TALYN, Command




CRAIS: Wait for my signal.



INTERCUT

DEPOSITORY, The Vault

Bekhesh holds Crichton's unconscious form semi-upright inside the box.


AERYN: In!



D'Argo and Aeryn climb into the box.


PILOT: 10 microts.



INTERCUT

DEPOSITORY, Corridor

Scorpius continues a deliberate, unhurried pace, down the corridor.


PILOT: Nine.



INTERCUT

TALYN, Command




PILOT: Eight... seven.



INTERCUT

DEPOSITORY, The Vault

Aeryn ensures that Crichton is 'fully inside' the box as D'Argo holds his weapon ready, watching for last minute opposition as the heavy Deposit Box door swings slowly closed.


PILOT: Six... five...



INTERCUT

TALYN, Command


PILOT: Four... three...



INTERCUT

MOYA, Pilot's Den




PILOT: Two... one.



INTERCUT

DEPOSITORY, The Vault

Prinstine white and blue walls, the heavy blue Depository Box sealed securely closed. All is silence.




INTERCUT

TALYN, Command


CRAIS: Fire.



INTERCUT

EXT. PLANET SURFACE

Talyn approaches the Depository at a low angle, sweeping past the other nearby buildings, their shapes mere sillouettes against the skyscape.

With Talyn's much vaunted firepower, he takes out the massive structure of the Depository, plus one outlying building, with three shots.

As a delicately planned demolition might have it, the structure slowly collapses, it's own weight assisting in the destruction.

Inside what was once the Vault, the Deposit Box sits in the midst of complete ruin. The Box and a part of one wall, the only thing left standing.





END ACT IV










EPILOGUE





MOYA, Maintenance Bay

The room is filled with the white crates from the Deposit Box. Most are open, displaying the riches within. Rygel sits atop one crate, it's contents a gleaming heap of treasures.


RYGEL: ( laughing ) Mine, mine, mine! Ah! Can I have this? Can this be mine? We can all have anything we want now, right? Any food, any female, anything! Right? Right?!



In a somewhat less exhultant mood; Chiana, Stark and Zhaan disinterestedly examine the haul.


CHIANA: Yeah.

RYGEL: Oh, don't be like them! You're like me, Chiana. We did it! This is not like before. This won't eat the ship, so cheer up. We got Crichton back, and Aeryn, and D'Argo, and Jothee! And we're rich!

CHIANA: Perfect.

ZHAAN: Yes, but Moya is still extremely ill. Pilot says that she may never fully recover.

STARK: And Rorf and Teurac lost their lives.

RYGEL: So? They knew the risks.



Bekhesh arrives in time to provide a bit of double-edged solace.


BEKHESH: Don't worry about Rorf and Teurac. On my oath, I will deliver their shares to their families. Farewell my friends, and thank you for teaching me to kill again.



Bekhesh exits, one large black crate balanced on his shoulder.




INTERCUT

TALYN, Command

Aeryn enters, passing Crais, presenting her back to him along with her thanks.


AERYN: I have to thank you, Crais. If you hadn't have returned, we all would be dead.

CRAIS: As much as I'd like to take credit for it, I did nothing.

AERYN: Your attack saved us.

CRAIS: I had little control. Talyn came to free Moya, himself.

AERYN: You didn't command him?

CRAIS: No, he acted alone. As much as any of us would want, he has the instincts of a warrior and does exactly as he pleases.



Aeryn turns slowly, and passing Crais again, moves to depart.


CRAIS: How is... Crichton?



INTERCUT

MOYA, Crichton's Quarters

Back 'home' again, Crichton stands near a small table, singing quietly to himself.


CRICHTON: ( singing softly ) Daisy... Daisy...



D'Argo steps through the open doorway, Jothee in tow.


D'ARGO: John...

CRICHTON: ( continues singing ) ... give me your answer true...

D'ARGO: I've brought my son, Jothee... to thank you.



With extreme care, using both hands, Crichton attempts to place the White King on the board.


CRICHTON: ( singing ) ... I'm ... ( grunts ) crazy...



The White King wobbles out of his control, toppling over to join the remaining pieces, all of which are strewn across the board, keeping company with John's pulse pistol. The only piece standing on the board is the Black King.


D'ARGO: John?



Crichton doesn't seem to realize he has 'real' company. With apparent concern, D'Argo leaves Jothee in the open doorway and enters the room.


CRICHTON: ( singing )... all for the love of...y--(:: “John John” ::)



Attempting to put the White King back into play once more, the ever present voice in his head startles him into dropping the piece again. He jumps away from the board, flinging his hands into the air... he's completely alone with Scorpy.


CRICHTON: --you! (:: "John John John John..." ::) Shhh! (:: "John John John" ::)



D'Argo circles the table, on this close proximity, Crichton finally notices him.


CRICHTON: He's--he ah-- (:: "John John John John" ::) He's here, and um, he blames me. He blames me for killing Scorpius. And, so--



Crichton looks away, down at the table.


CRICHTON: I’ve been, I've been trying to-- but, but I can't, I can't--



Stepping in even closer, D'Argo siezes Crichton's face in his hands, turning his attention forcibly back toward him.


D'ARGO: To, what? To, what, John?!



Crichton's shadowed and red rimmed eyes fix on D'Argo's. A moment of lucidity lends him a quietly controlled voice to beg a favor of a friend.


CRICHTON: D'Argo... kill me. D'Argo, please... kill me.



With compassion and sorrow, D'Argo looks on the quiet desperation in Crichton's eyes, his gloved thumb stroking Crichton's cheek with the same tenderness expressed in his reunion with his son...






FADE TO BLACK












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