FARSCAPE

"Beware Of Dog"

Written by,
Naren Shankar



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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
Scorpius


Writer: Naren Shankar

Who also wrote:

(2:07) "The Way We Weren't", (2:19) "Liars, Guns & Money, Part 2: With Friends Like These".



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", "The Ugly Truth", (2:20) "Liars, Guns & Money, Part 3: Plan B", (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 PRODUCERS: Richard Manning
Naren Shankar
PRODUCED BY: Sue Milliken
WRITTEN BY: Naren Shankar
DIRECTED BY: Tony Tilse
EXECUTIVE PRODUCERS: David Kemper
Brian Henson
Rod Perth
Robert Halmi, Jr.
EXECUTIVE CONSULTANT: Rockne S. O'Bannon
CREATIVE CONSULTANT: Justin Monjo
EXECUTIVE STORY EDITORS: Gabrielle Stanton & Harry Werksman, Jr.
DIRECTOR OF PHOTOGRAPHY: Russell Bacon
PRODUCTION DESIGNER: Tim Ferrier
ASSOCIATE PRODUCER: Andrew Prowse
MUSIC BY: Guy Gross
COSTUME DESIGNER: Terry Ryan
EDITOR: Neil Thumpston
SECOND UNIT DOP: Danny Batterham
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, Crichton's Quarters


Sitting in front of a makeshift chessboard, Crichton sits pondering ... stuff. Idly passing a pebbled ball about the size of a softball from one hand to the other... a game of solo catch... muttering quietly to himself.

Aeryn, passing by in the corridor, is drawn to his open doorway.


CRICHTON: ( muttering ) What are you up to?

AERYN: Crichton?

CRICHTON: Yep?

AERYN: What are you doing?

CRICHTON: Playin' a game.

AERYN: Doesn't seem that much of a challenge.

CRICHTON: Depends on how you play.

Leaning forward, pondering the board closely, Crichton makes a move. White Knight takes Black Pawn, putting the Black King in Check.


AERYN: You were mumbling... again.

CRICHTON: I was thinking.

AERYN: About what?

Crichton, rolling the ball in the fingers of one hand, pauses slightly, his eyes refocusing away, then shift back to the board...

FLASHBACK: Strapped in the Aurora Chair, Scorpius leans in close to his immobile head... whispering a half remembered message into his ear... "... remember me by, Crichton." A flash of wickedly long silver, the tip pressed against the back of his neck, and then thrust home... he screams in agony....

Momentarily frozen before the board, ball held poised in one hand, Crichton abruptly stands and moves across the room, fetching something propped against the wall.


CRICHTON: Nothing.

AERYN: ( sighs ) Crichton, you've told me yourself that your species isn't accustomed to being in space for long periods of time. Now, I have seen cases of transit madness before... and if you're cracking up--

CRICHTON: Aeryn.

AERYN: I want to know.

CRICHTON: I'm fine-- I don't want to talk about it.

Crichton maneuvers past her, and walks out of his quarters, carrying a long metal rod.


AERYN: ( sighs ) The Human doesn't want to talk.

INTERCUT

MOYA, Cargo Bay & Main Passage

Rygel and Zhaan carry on a discussion via comms. Rygel from the Cargo Bay, Zhaan in transit in the main passageway. She carries a couple of transparent 'bags' by their straps in the crook of her arm. ( Shopping in the Uncharted Territories. :)


RYGEL: ( huffing ) What do you mean, "they aren't back yet"?

ZHAAN: D'Argo and Chiana are busy, Rygel.

RYGEL: What? They ran out of places to defile up here, so they had to do it in a Transport Pod?

ZHAAN: Unfortunately for them, nothing so enjoyable. They've learned that organic goods from this region are often contaminated by parasites. So they're looking for a local cure in case there's an infestation on Moya.

RYGEL: Parasites?! What... kind?

ZHAAN: I don't have any details yet, but I suppose that's the price you pay for trading in such a prosperous system.

RYGEL: Hah! Prosperous? Is that what you call three planets filled with nothing but miserable mud-grubbing farmers?

An abrupt 'chittering noise' is followed by the clang of a small metal barrel falling over not far from Rygel's hovering throne sled.


RYGEL: ( gasps )


INTERCUT

EXT. SPACE, A Transport Pod approaches Moya's open hangar bay doors. ( Stock CGI, Whoo Hoo! )

INTERCUT

MOYA, Maintenance Bay

Chiana rolls a covered cage into the Maintenance Bay, followed by D'Argo. Aeryn sits at a workbench... well... working.


CHIANA: Our parasite problems are solved!

AERYN: Rygel's decided to leave us then, has he?

D'ARGO: Not likely.

AERYN: We don't know if we even have a parasite problem.

CHIANA: Well, that's what this little guy will tell us.

Giggling, Chiana lifts a metallic cloth off the top of the cage revealing a small alien lifeform inside the cage. Geez. It's um... all big head and 'batwing' like ears, tiny black eyes, antenna and small toothy mouth perched on a long thin neck. Weird. Somebodies Uncle in a bad mood... Must be seen to be believed!


AERYN: What is that?

CHIANA: It's a Vorc. Cute, huh?

D'ARGO: We had some problems with our translator microbes and the local merchants, but from what we can gather, this little fella... hones in on one specific parasite, and eradicates it.

CHIANA: Aw, look! He's smelling something.

Chiana lifts the alien creature out of it's cage, cradling it in her arms like a baby.


CHIANA: A vendor told us about this ship that was infested. The parasites killed everyone on board, over two hundred people, and all they left behind were these... these... these... cocoons... or...

D'ARGO: Cocoons.

CHIANA: ... eggs or something.

AERYN: If the parasites are that dangerous, we should jettison the food and solve the problem before it starts.

CHIANA: When you see what this little fella can do...

The Vorc lets loose with a well placed, and steady stream of urine... directly onto D'Argo's chest.


D'ARGO: Aw!

Priceless moment! D'Argo's mouth is hanging open in disgusted shock. Chiana puts the Vorc down, a bit too late, and Aeryn... just quietly observes the react.

The Vorc takes the opportunity to scuttle away and Chiana chases after it.


CHIANA: Come back here!

AERYN: Yep. That's impressive.

INTERCUT

MOYA, Main Passage

Banking off a small storage box against the wall at a junction, a ball rolls along the passage. Walking into frame from the side passage-- into the junction, following the ball's route, is John Crichton. Slightly bizarre American Astronaut.



CRICHTON: Goodness, let the Big Dog eat!

He hefts a long pole in his hands, slinging it across his shoulder. (You may remember this object as the long pole that saved him from being sucked into space in "Durka Returns" and also makes an encore performance in "A Clockwork Nebari" -- Trivia for free! )


CRICHTON: ( softly singing ) 'He's a Cinderella Boy'...

The ball spins to a stop in a very good 'lie' in the center of the passage. As Crichton approaches it he swings the pole off his shoulder, bringing the end close to his lips... an improvised 'mic'...


CRICHTON: ( stage whisper ) "Oh, my, Bob... this is a... this is a big chance for the kid from the Uncharted Territories... he's about two feet off the green, here on the eighteenth, two strokes off the lead... question is... will he chip or will he use the putter?"

Before he can take his next 'stroke', Crichton's distracted by the sound of a low growl from a small access hatch into a subpassage. He turns toward the grill over the access hatch...


CRICHTON: Sparky? Yo, Ryge... that you?

Approaching the access, he leans close, peering down, through the grill.


CRICHTON: Rygel?

From inside the subpassage area, a smallish 'critter' leaps toward the grill, emitting a loud roaring growl, suitable for freaking out curious astronauts! ( and me too! )


CRICHTON: Whoa!

With a frightened shout, Crichton leaps back from the critter behind the grill, whips out his pulse pistol and starts firing. Blowing the grill off the access port, he charges in close, the better to see; and perhaps hit, what he's been firing at, but there remains no sign of said 'critter'.


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 life-forms.... Help me. Listen please... is there anybody out there who can hear me? ....I'm being hunted by an insane military commander... doing everything I can... I'm just looking for a way home.




ACT I





MOYA, Main Passage access to Subpassage/Storage Compartment



Crichton, Aeryn and D'Argo stand in the Main passage inspecting the storage compartment where Crichton spied the 'critter'. There is, of course, some disagreement. They do an excellent job of talking at the same time. Impatience rules the day.


CRICHTON: No, I'm telling you. Whatever it was... it was going through the food.

D'ARGO: ( muttering something about Rygel hoarding food )

AERYN: Have you considered the possibility that you just saw Rygel?

CRICHTON: I wasn't Rygel.

D'ARGO: Well, maybe it was one of those parasites? We never did get a good description of it.

AERYN: You said you fired at it while it was in this compartment, right?

CRICHTON: Yeah.

AERYN: Well, there's no other way out of there, where did it go?

CRICHTON: I don't know.

RYGEL: Get away from there! That food belongs to me!

D'ARGO: That food is for all of us!

D'Argo grabs Rygel, chair and all, and slams him against the wall.


RYGEL: ( gasping ) What is that foul odor?!

D'ARGO: It's Vorc urine. Would you like a whiff?

D'Argo grabs Rygel and shoves his face against the damp urine spot on his clothes. Rygel's complaints are many but muffled.


CRICHTON: What's a Vorc?

D'ARGO: It is a predator that kills parasites! Chiana's with it. It's hunting right now.

RYGEL: Whatever it is... it better say away from 'my' food!

CRICHTON: Hey, maybe that's what I saw-- a Vorc.

AERYN: It's about this size, naked, with a face like this...

Crichton turns toward her, as Aeryn indicates the Vorc's size with a handspan distance of about 2.5 ft, then scrunches up her face and sticks crooked index fingers on both sides of her face to give an excellent impression of the Vorc's bizarre looks. Crichton's reaction to her description is blase, dismissing it as a possibility.


CRICHTON: No, no, no. It was more like Tandoori Chicken. -- Pilot, can you spare the DRDs for a search?

PILOT: Of course, Commander.

INTERCUT

MOYA, Center Chamber

Zhaan sorts and stores food in the Center Chamber. It's very quiet. ( They need a CD player or something... speaking of which... ) Something scuttles about in the background, watching her as she works. A small storage barrel is knocked down and Zhaan hears footsteps. Moving to the barrel, she bends to right it when the thing watching her leaps out and scares the crap out of her.



INTERCUT

MOYA, Center Chamber

Chiana arrives, pushing the 'Vorc cage'.



CHIANA: Zhaan? Zhaan?

ZHAAN: Did you get the cage?

CHIANA: Yeah. But I don't think the Vorc likes it very much.

ZHAAN: Well, what does he like?

CHIANA: Well, so far... everything. The parasites...

Chiana joins Zhaan, searching for the Vorc, trying to coax it out of hiding.



ZHAAN: ( sweetly singsong ) Come on little... What's his name?

CHIANA: Well, I couldn't just 'name' him, Zhaan. He's a free spirit. You can appreciate that.

ZHAAN: Well, I believe it's wrong to imprison any living creature... there are always exceptions.

The Vorc, becoming more and more agitated with the search, scuttles across the floor. Chiana spies him, signalling to Zhaan. They 'converge' on the critter...


CHIANA: Now!

The Vorc eludes capture and makes a break for the chamber door, running smack into Aeryn who hauls the critter off the ground by his scrawny little neck.


AERYN: This thing should be out hunting. You can play with it later.

CHIANA: Did it look like I was playing?!

AERYN: Yes. This thing needs to earn its keep.

Aeryn, determined to make her point, somehow manages to allow the Vorc to wiggle around and sink its tiny teeth into her stomach. She yelps and drops the Vorc, who scuttles away.


AERYN: Ow! It frelling bit me!

From the floor, Zhaan manages a look of sympathy but Chiana, on the floor next to her, cannot restrain a small burst of giggles.


AERYN: That little...

INTERCUT

MOYA, Main Passage

Crichton prowls the corridors, playing catch with himself again, tossing the ball idly from one hand to another.


CRICHTON: All right then, what about the access shafts?

PILOT: The DRDs are searching those areas, but so far there is no evidence of any creature like the one you've described. I'm... beginning to doubt whether we'll find anything at all.

CRICHTON: Why?

PILOT: Officer Sun... mentioned that you'd been... distracted lately. She believes it's possible that you broke into Rygel's food cache and fired at an imaginary enemy, while playing some sort of... game.

CRICHTON: It's 'Golf'. Would you believe it's possible that Aeryn doesn't know what the hell it is she's talkin' about?

A sudden noise draws Crichton's attention away from his discussion with Pilot and down the hall. His expression is suddenly and intensely blank, the incessant toying with the ball stops and he stands frozen.


PILOT: I have never known her to exaggerate. Have you, Crichton?

Scuttling between large storage containers, a familiar, dark leather clad figure darts into the Cargo Bay in the passage ahead of Crichton. He slowly lowers his hand, releasing the ball, which drops unheeded to the floor.


PILOT: Crichton?

Crichton's hand releases the pulse pistol from the holster at his hip.




INTERCUT

MOYA, Cargo Bay

Crichton quietly enters the Cargo Bay, a slow pursuit of someone who 'cannot' be aboard Moya. He hears a soft rattling noise, and lifts his weapon to the ready, walking further into the bay between tall stacks of various sizes and types of storage containers.

Muted clattering noises continue as Crichton approaches the source, his intensity is frightening as he comes about a large storage container and draws down on the intruder.


RYGEL: Yotz!

CRICHTON: Rygel!

Crichton, having been a fraction of a microt from blowing Rygel away, pulls the pistol up and away with no more than a disgusted frown, holstering the weapon.


CRICHTON: What the hell are you doin'?

RYGEL: It's a cargo bay. I was checking my cargo. I was told we had parasites on board. Now, would you care to explain why you were trying to kill me?!

CRICHTON: Look, I-I thought you were that... thing that I saw earlier. Sorry.

Crichton turns with a dismissive frown, and leaves.


INTERCUT

MOYA, Main Passage

Chiana & D'Argo prowl separate corridors on a Vorc hunt.


CHIANA: Yoo-hoo... little Vorc-thingy. Little Vorc. -- D'Argo? The Vorc got away from me.

D'ARGO: Again? You have to stay with it!

CHIANA: Oh, easy for you to say, it hasn't stopped running around the ship since it got here.

D'ARGO: That's how it hunts.

D'Argo and Chiana meet at a junction in the corridor.


CHIANA: Yeah, I know, it's just... I'm starting to get a little tired... of following it around.

D'ARGO: Listen, if we do have a parasite on board, we need to know what it looks like, which means...

CHIANA: "Follow the Vorc"... fine... you follow it.



Chiana stalks off in a huff. D'Argo scowls, and in an intensely comical moment, mutters an unflattering pouty echo of Chiana's last words.


D'ARGO: ( mimicking Chiana, mutters ) "Fine. You follow the Vorc."

D'Argo stalks off as well.

INTERCUT

MOYA, Aeryn's Quarters

Outside the closed grill gate to her quarters, Aeryn pulls aside the bottom of her vest, examining two tiny puncture marks on her abdomen. Sighing disgustedly, she engages the door control. Stepping through the opening doorway into semi-darkness, one boot treads unerringly into a pile of Vorc poop accompanied by a lovely squishing noise.

Groaning with disgust, one boot held gingerly above the squished pile, she hears a slight noise and looks over to her bed where the Vorc sits, eying her blandly, making cute little Vorc noises. It wiggles it's ears at her while she stalks slowly toward it, rage barely contained.


AERYN: Get... off... my bed.

Aeryn shoves the Vorc backward off her bed. The Vorc squeals as it falls.


AERYN: ( comm'ing impatiently ) Chiana? ... Chiana!

The Vorc bounces back up onto the bed, further aggravating Aeryn.


AERYN: Get off my bed.

She shoves the Vorc off her bed again.


AERYN: ( comm'ing with much less patience ) D'Argo!

D'ARGO: Yes.

AERYN: That filthy... little creature of yours is down in my quarters, and it's using them as a toilet.

The Vorc zips around the bed and latches onto Aeryn's leg.

( Anyone with a dog will recognize this behavior... it's um, 'humping' her leg -- how do they get away with this stuff?! hehe )


AERYN: Among... other things!

D'ARGO: It has to learn the environment before it can find the parasites.

AERYN: The only parasite we have is right here, and if you don't come and get it, I'm going to flush it out an airlock!

D'ARGO: You're as bad as Chiana. Just... leave it alone and let it do it's job.

The Vorc, still enthusastically, uh... recreating with Aeryn's leg, stops abruptly and begins sniffing the air with much wiggling of stubby nose and flapping of ears. Shrieking wildly it bolts from the chamber and scurries out of sight down the corridor.


AERYN: D'Argo, I think it's picked up a scent or something.

D'ARGO: Don't let it out of your sight!

D'Argo bolts down the corridor.

INTERCUT

MOYA, Center Chamber

Inside the Center Chamber, Chiana hears a noise and turns toward the corridor.


CHIANA: Rygel?

INTERCUT

MOYA, Subpassage

D'Argo strides quickly down the subpassage, stooped slightly with Qualta Blade drawn, there's barely enough clearance in there for him. Aeryn stands, lost, at a junction point in a Main Passage. They bicker uselessly via comms.


D'ARGO: Aeryn! Where are you?

AERYN: Tier Seven Junction; I've lost the Vorc.

D'ARGO: Dren. Where was it heading?

AERYN: What does it matter? This is pointless.

D'ARGO: Do you know how dangerous these parasites are? They suck the life out of their prey, and leave nothing but a dessicated husk!

AERYN: These 'parasites' are a fantasy. They're stories to frighten you and Chiana into purchasing a useless animal.

D'ARGO: Fine, fine fine! I will find it myself!

AERYN: Good, yes. Waste your own time.

D'ARGO: Where-was-it heading?

AERYN: ( shrugging ) Towards the Maintenance Bay.

CHIANA: ( whispering over comms ) D'Argo?

In the Maintenance Bay, Chiana and Rygel cower behind the central support pillar.


CHIANA: D'ARGO!

D'ARGO: Not now, Chiana. I'm looking for the Vorc.

RYGEL: ( gasps )

CHIANA: I'm in the Maintenance Bay, and ah... there's uh, there's some kind of... creature... right in front of me.

Indeed, menacing growling and all, the creature Crichton spied in the storage compartment is looming over Chiana and Rygel, just on the other side of the support. In the subpassage, D'Argo wheels about, running in the opposite direction.


D'ARGO: Chiana! Quick! Get out of there... now!

CHIANA: Yeah, I would if I could!

D'ARGO: ( over comms ) Crichton! Aeryn! Maintenance Bay. Now!

Crichton pausing in a main passage, on a hunt of his own, wheels about and 'charges' toward the Maintenance Bay. Aeryn, hearing call to arms also runs in that direction.


INTERCUT

MOYA, Maintenance Bay

Rygel, keeping behind Chiana, as she tries to keep the pillar between them and the slowly approaching creature. It continues to growl in a most unfriendly manner. They're both a bit terrified.


RYGEL: Chiana, do something!

CHIANA: You do something!

The creature, growling wildly, darts around the pillar, trapping Chiana against a workbench.


CHIANA: Okay, okay, easy... we're-we're not gonna hurt you, okay? So... so...

Chiana fumbles blindly on the workbench behind her, fingers finding and taking up a long metal pipe.


RYGEL: Now, slug him!

Running down the corridor, Crichton flings a bit of useless advice.


CRICHTON: We're on the way! Don't panic!

CHIANA: I think it's a little too late for that.

Chiana takes a sluggers swing at the creature's head, but it slams a long crooked arm into her gut, dropping her like a bag of cement. Rygel takes the distraction to make a 'hover' for it.

Gasping, Chiana attempts to rise from the floor, but the creature slugs her again in the side and she is flung across the floor, colliding with the supports of another work bench.


D'ARGO: Chiana!

From the corridor, D'Argo charges in, flinging one of the wheeled shelves out of his line of fire.


RYGEL: D'Argo!

D'ARGO: Chiana!

Before D'Argo can draw a bead on the creature, it launches itself at him. They collide and wrestle hand to hand, the creature taking a chunk of our D'Argo's neck before he can hurl the creature away from him.

The creature drops to the floor and scuttles away as D'Argo takes a couple of hasty, badly aimed, pot shots at it. It disappears down the corridor outside the Maintenance Bay.

In the aftermath, D'Argo stands panting heavily, one gloved hand pressed against his neck. He pulls his hand away, and with eyes slowly rolling up into his head, drops gracefully to the floor.




END ACT I








ACT II





MOYA, Maintenance Bay

Rygel, having abandoned his throne sled, sits behind D'Argo's body, sprawled on the floor. Rygel seems oddly worried, stroking the Luxan's face solicitously.


RYGEL: Oh, come on, Luxan, come on. You must not die.

Crichton arrives, surveys the scene briefly, and crouches to examine Chiana.


CRICHTON: Chiana! You okay?

CHIANA: ( weakly ) Yeah.

CRICHTON: Yeah?

CHIANA: Yeah, I'm fine.

Leaving Chiana to rise weakly to her knees, Crichton steps toward D'Argo. Kneeling beside him and placing his pulse pistol on the floor within easy reach, he checks the Luxan for injuries.


CRICHTON: D'Argo... Rygel, what the hell are you doing?!

RYGEL: He wasn't breathing. And I'm fine too. Thanks for asking.

CRICHTON: D'Argo?

D'ARGO: ( gasping ) That creature you saw... the parasite... it's real.

CRICHTON: Yeah, I know that.

RYGEL: I'm delighted you've been vindicated, Crichton. But, I'll be even happier when you kill the frelling thing.

Suddenly gasping harshly for air, D'Argo begins convulsing violently on the floor.


CRICHTON: Whoa, whoa, whoa, D'Argo!

Crichton leans into the flailing Luxan, trying to hold him steady.


CHIANA: D'Argo! What's wrong?!

CRICHTON: ( shouting ) Hold him down! Hold him down!

Crichton lies across D'Argo's chest, pinning his arms and chest to the floor, Chiana pins his legs as best she can and even Rygel is hanging on to one of the Luxan's arms, all three combined cannot quite hold D'Argo still, as he continues to convulse heavily. Aeryn arrives amidst the chaos, everyone shouting above the din of D'Argo's groaning.


AERYN: What's happening?!

CRICHTON: I don't know!

Aeryn flings herself down, also holding onto a leg, their combined efforts mostly ineffectual as D'Argo continues to flail wildy against the floor, gasping for breath.


CRICHTON: Hold him down!

CHIANA: What's wrong!?

CRICHTON: Get Zhaan!

AERYN: ( comm'ing ) Zhaan, get down here!

CRICHTON: D'Argo!

AERYN: Zhaan!

INTERCUT

MOYA, The Medical Bay

Zhaan uses the 'scanner thingy' on D'Argo, who lies still on the table.


CHIANA: I don't understand what's wrong with him. You cleansed the wound, you said there were no internal injuries...

ZHAAN: I've done all I can do for now, Chiana. But he appears to have some kind of secondary infection.

CHIANA: Like what?

ZHAAN: "Like" that's what I'm trying to determine.

CHIANA: Well, try faster. I don't need to be a healer to see that D'Argo's getting worse.

ZHAAN: But you do need to be a healer to make him better. Now shut up and let me get back to work, or leave.

CHIANA: ( comm'ing ) Crichton?

INTERCUT

MOYA, Cell levels

Aeryn and Crichton in the corridor outside vacant and closed cells, search out the creature.


CHIANA: ( over comms ) D'Argo's not so good. You found the creature?

AERYN: No sign of it yet.

CRICHTON: It's like it just disappeared.

Crichton peers though the grill of one cell, and spying something, beckons Aeryn, pointing inside the cell.


CRICHTON: ( whispering ) Hey, Aeryn.

They both move stealthily to the cell door, key the opening sequence, and carefully step through the opening doorway. Weapons at the ready, they silently fan out across the room.

Crichton, noting a trail of 'bread crumbs', follows it to a recessed point in the far wall. A rustling noise from that same point also draws Aeryn's attention. They both approach the niche cautiously, a closer exploration revealing the Vorc.


AERYN: We just found your Vorc, Chiana.

CHIANA: That thing's useless.

AERYN: Maybe not, it was heading for the Maintenance Bay when you were attacked. I think it knew what was there.

CRICHTON: Yeah, but isn't the Vorc supposed to kill the parasite... not just point it out?

AERYN: And you think this miniscule creature could kill something that could incapacitate D'Argo?

CRICHTON: No... but we could use to flush the parasite out, it could be our bird dog.

Crichton moves to yank the Vorc out of the recess with a quick grab to the neck. The Vorc, just as quick, snaps at Crichton's hand.


CRICHTON: Whoa!

Crichton backpedals quickly, rethinking his 'plan'.


CRICHTON: That could be your... uh, you bring it... I'll just, uh...

Crichton exits quickly, leaving Aeryn to wrangle the Vorc.


CRICHTON: ( whispering ) I hate critters!

INTERCUT

MOYA, Medical Bay

Zhaan continues her work. Chiana comforts a now semi-concious D'Argo. His breathing is harsh and labored.


CHIANA: You want to tell me something?

D'Argo, panting heavily, nods; whispering something unintelligible to Chiana.


CHIANA: ( smiling weakling ) D'Argo... you're in no condition for sex.

D'ARGO: ( panting ) Yeah... might kill me, huh?
Weak laughter trails off into weak coughing. Behind Chiana, Zhaan gasps in fear.


ZHAAN: By Ka'halen.

CHIANA: What's wrong?

ZHAAN: D'Argo's been poisoned. There's an alien toxin in his blood stream and it's killing him.

CHIANA: Well, you-you can make an antidote, can't you?

ZHAAN: I don't know... I can-I can try.

INTERCUT

MOYA, Subpassage

Two DRDs glide down a subpassage, searching. Their eyestalk cameras sending the images back to the clamshell in Command.

INTERCUT

MOYA, Command

Alone in Command, Crichton sits on the Strategy Table, eyes fixed on the clamshell as images of Moya's interior passages and compartments are displayed.


CRICHTON: Next. ( pause ) Next.

At his console, Pilot manipulates controls, directing one image after another to the clamshell in Command. On the viewer an image of the hangar bay is displayed.


CRICHTON: Show me another one.

ZHAAN: I'll need a venom sample from the creature, John. But most natural venoms decompose rapidly when the creature dies. We can't afford to take that risk. So it's very important that you capture the creature alive... and quickly.

CRICHTON: We're workin' as fast as we can, Zhaan. Pilot, is it possible that this critter has camoflage ability? Have you tried switching the DRDs to heat and acoustic mode?

PILOT: Yes, and without success. The creature seems... quite adept at avoiding surveillance.

CRICHTON: Show me Cargo Bay Three.

An image of the appropriate bay appears on the clamshell, nothing visible but storage containers.

The image on the clamshell is shot through with static. On clearing, the image projected is that of Scorpius' leering visage.


SCORPIUS: You'll never see it coming, John.


Crichton's react is a silent denial of this vision.


SCORPIUS: Yes.


INTERCUT

MOYA, Neural Cluster

D'Argo comes to abrupt conciousness, gasping heavily. A hard rush of air from below seems to suspend him at the center of the neural nexus. Zhaan is near at hand.


D'ARGO: ( gasping ) What's going on? Get me out of here!

ZHAAN: Pilot has modified the energy fields of Moya's neural clusters, so your cells will be fortified... they'll give you strength.

D'ARGO: ( gasping ) Why... why is it so hard to breathe?

ZHAAN: The parasites venom appears to be designed to paralyze the nerves and muscles of its prey. Your hearts and lungs have been affected, D'Argo.

Rygel makes an entrance as Zhaan adjustments a few neural cluster connections.


D'ARGO: You're early, Rygel. ( panting ) I'm not dead, yet. But when I do die, Chiana's going to get all of my possessions.

RYGEL: You always expect the worst of me. Is it unthinkable that I might be here simply to offer the gift of my... company to a shipmate in need?

D'ARGO: Yes!

RYGEL: Hm.

ZHAAN: Are you afraid to be alone, Rygel?

RYGEL: I knew you'd be here, that didn't frighten me. Why should blessed solitude?

INTERCUT

MOYA, Main passages

Separately, Aeryn and Crichton continue their search for the creature. Aeryn hauls the Vorc on her back.


AERYN: Right... now, how about... this way?

The Vorc indicates a different direction with one long boney finger.


AERYN: This way?

CRICHTON: Aeryn. Any luck with the Vorc yet?

AERYN: Oh, yes. So far, he's led me to the cockpit of your module, a pool of amnexus fluid, and a pile of food cube crumbs.

Aeryn pries one of the Vorc's fingers out of her mouth.


AERYN: How's D'Argo?

CRICHTON: Poison's working on him. Zhaan says it's slow, but... steady.

AERYN: No! No biting! Listen-- we'll find the parasite, and I'll shoot it.

CRICHTON: Aeryn! No shooting! That's what the sleep gas is for.

AERYN: I know that. Whoa!

CRICHTON: You got something?

AERYN: Well, apparently the Vorc thinks it does. It's getting very hard to control.

Aeryn sets the Vorc down on the deck, releasing it from a carrysac.


AERYN: Listen to me. I'm going to let you out. So not too far, and not too fast. Is that clear?

Apparently not, cause the Vorc, in a highly agitated state, darts away rapidly.

In the Neural Cluster a sudden hard gust of wind blows D'Argo back, tankas and hair flying dramatically.


RYGEL: What was that?

PILOT: The DRDs have located the creature.

Still in separate passages, Aeryn and Crichton begin running with purpose, perhaps guessing where the creature may be headed. ( Or maybe it's an editing mistake... who knows! )


ZHAAN: Pilot!

PILOT: It's in the airlock above you, Zhaan.

RYGEL: The creature-- it's coming for us!

PILOT: I'm trying to seal off the tier, to keep it confined.

ZHAAN: Pilot!

RYGEL: Crichton! Anybody!

PILOT: It's moved out of the airshaft. Tier Four.

Quick shot of the 'creature' as it smashes one of the DRDs.


PILOT: I've lost contact with a DRD!

Chiana's out joining the hunt as well, pulse pistol in hand. She pauses in the corridor as chamber doors swing closed automatically.

Crichton reaches a junction at a run, slowing only with assistance from the corridor wall to shift direction and run down another passage.

The creature darts into a main corridor, growling quietly.

Chiana stands listening in her corridor, she runs back the way she came, exiting the corridor into a junction. Turning slightly sees the creature up close as it charges her.

Shrieking she fires repeatedly at the creature, who darts back down the passage, eluding every shot.

Crichton, hearing the pistol fire, increases his pace, as if it were possible.


CHIANA: ( screaming and firing )

CRICHTON: ( shouting ) No!

Wild shots ricochet off the walls as the creature scurries away unharmed. Crichton bolts into the junction from a side corridor and slams into Chiana, they slam against the wall-- rebounding off the wall, they fall in a tangled heap on the floor, Chiana on top.


CHIANA: Frell! Where'd it go?!

CRICHTON: ( angrily ) Damn it, Chiana! I don't trust Aeryn to wing that thing, and she's a good shot! We have to get it into a confined space where the gas grenade can do some good!

Crichton pushes her off and climbs to his knees.


CHIANA: Well, what did you expect me to use? Harsh language?!

They both climb to their feet, Crichton stalking off in the direction the creature went, Chiana following. They're both entirely pissed.


CHIANA: That was a warning shot!

CRICHTON: Oh, yeah? Well, ten is more than a warning! -- Pilot, we lost it!

CHIANA: I know what I'm doing! Okay, I didn't ask you to come along, and I don't need--

Crichton stops, grabs Chiana by the arms and walks her back a few steps.


CRICHTON: Shhh... Chiana, go back to D'Argo... and give him a reason to live.
Pushing her gently, propelling her back toward the Medical Bay. Crichton then turns and heads back to his pursuit of the creature. Chiana stands, mouth agape in surprise.


CHIANA: And do what? What? Sit by and watch him die?

Crichton turns back again. Their irritation is greatly diminished, but both are still venting no small amout of frustration with each other.


CHIANA: This is the only way I know how to help him.

PILOT: The creature is on Tier Three.

Crichton and Chiana bolt in the appropriate direction.


PILOT: Hammond side, and moving rapidly.

At a corridor junction just ahead of Crichton and Chiana, Aeryn passes in front of them at a run, they fall in behind her.


AERYN: It's heading for Command.

CRICHTON: Pilot! Seal off the exits!

The doors to Command swing closed automatically. As the final door swings closed, locking automatically, a glimpse of the creature is seen scurring by inside Command.


PILOT: Done. The creature has no way out.

Running down the main passage, Aeryn, Crichton and Chiana arrive outside Command, lining up with backs against the closed door.


CRICHTON: Do it?

AERYN: Armed.

CHIANA: Ready.

CRICHTON: Pilot... open sesame.
The door swings open with a low hum on its pivot point. Aeryn and Chiana enter the main doorway, Crichton steps through on the pivot point side. They fan out across the darkened room, weapons at the ready.

An immediate search reveals no sign of the creature.


CHIANA: It couldn't have gotten out. Could it?

AERYN: Shut up and keep searching.

Crichton enters the recessed area at the side of Command. A familiar low growl causes him to turn abruptly, an annoyed look gracing his features, his pistol aimed at Scorpius.

Out on the Command deck, Aeryn overhears Crichton's whispered comment.


CRICHTON: Not now.

AERYN: Crichton?

Crichton, exiting the recessed area, sticks his head out, responding to Aeryn's query.


AERYN: What's the matter?

CRICHTON: Nothing. I'm fine. Thing's gotta be around here somewhere.

They continue searching, Chiana's fearful panting is really annoying. Crichton's searching meets with greater success in the next recessed area. But, he turns away with vast oceans of annoyance.


CRICHTON: Chiana.

Chiana moves next to Crichton, who's holstering his pistol. She peers into the space he indicates. Yup-- the Vorc grins up at them from the darkness of the niche.


CHIANA: Aw, frell. The Vorc.

AERYN: He must have chased the creature in here.

CRICHTON: So, where is it?

The Vorc becomes slightly agitated, growling and swiveling its head on its tiny neck. Aeryn glares at it almost expectantly.


AERYN: Why don't you show us?

The Vorc, even more agitated, its head swiveling rapidly, almost spinning on its neck.


AERYN: Come on, show us the parasite.

A moment from The Exorcist, the Vorc's head keels back, mouth open wide, and literally 'vomits' the creature across the room. The Vorc's body turning 'inside out' as it sails across the room, landing in front of the trio. Transformed, the Vorc stands, in 'creature' form, roaring and growling. ( Okay... cool. Gross, but cool)




END ACT II








ACT III





MOYA, Command



CRICHTON: Grenades.
Crichton, pistol holstered, pulls the pin from his gas grenade, it emits a high pitched whine. The girls, pulse pistols still in hand, pull the pins from their grenades with their teeth. All three roll the grenades in the creature's direction, the grenades emit a pinkish smoke (hey, reminicent of the gas from LGM!), and the creature keels over almost immediately.


CHIANA: That thing was the Vorc all along?

CRICHTON: Wait a minute. Are you saying... the Vorc is the parasite?

AERYN: The only thing I know for certain, is that you... brought it on board.

CHIANA: How was I supposed to know?

CRICHTON: Girls... quit the snipin'. Zhaan needs a venom sample.

INTERCUT

MOYA, Medical Bay



CRICHTON: All right, what do you mean "there's no venom"?

ZHAAN: I can't find any. There's no trace of any toxin whatsoever in any of the samples I took from that creature.

AERYN: You must have missed something then.

ZHAAN: I checked down to its hair follicles. I tried every technique I know.

RYGEL: I'm sure that didn't take long.

CRICHTON: Shut up, Rygel.

RYGEL: ( grumbles )

CRICHTON: There has to be another explanation.

ZHAAN: Perhaps its only poisonous in its other form.

CRICHTON: No, it attacked D'Argo in its present form.

AERYN: Besides, it bit me when it was small, and I'm fine.

CRICHTON: And the poison had to come from somewhere. -- Pilot, how long would it take us to get back to where we bought this damn thing?

PILOT: At maximum speed... Moya could reach the planet in less than thirty-two arns.

ZHAAN: D'Argo won't make it, his respiration is failing... the fields in the neural cluster won't sustain him much longer.

INTERCUT

MOYA, Neural Cluster

Chiana sits on the neural nexus wall, holding D'Argo in her arms, his back leans against her, one arm wrapped around her leg.


D'ARGO: The thing that attacked me... was the Vorc?

CHIANA: Zhaan's getting a venom sample from it now. You're gonna be fine.

D'ARGO: Don't lie to me.

CHIANA: I brought the frelling thing on board. This is all my fault, D'Argo.

D'ARGO: You didn't bring him here... we both did.

INTERCUT

MOYA, Main Passage

Crichton and Aeryn walk side-by-side, Crichton's rapid-fire 'stream of conciousness', laying out possibilities.


CRICHTON: All right, riddle me this: Because we think we may have parasites on board, we get a Vorc... cause someone tells us that Vorcs kill parasites. Now, all of a sudden, this other critter shows up. This Ewok gone bad, bites D'Argo, poisons him, yeah? So we capture the parasite, and surprise... the parasite and the Vorc are the same thing, but... neither one of them is poisonous. So...

Crichton stops abruptly, placing a hand on Aeryn's arm, pulling her back to face him.


CRICHTON: ...for ten thousand dollars, and the Carribean Cruise... what poisoned D'Argo?

AERYN: Something else must have.

CRICHTON: ( grinning ) Yes.

Crichton takes off down the corridor again, Aeryn trailing after.


AERYN: You're suggesting there's another creature on board.

CRICHTON: Yes. The real parasite. What if the Vorc is working as advertised, it's... hunting the parasite, but it's doing it in two different forms?

AERYN: A smaller, faster form for tracking, a larger, more powerful form, for attack.

CRICHTON: Exactly.

They enter the cargo bay, still talking, walking abreast again.


AERYN: Why did it attack Chiana and D'Argo?

CRICHTON: I don't know. Maybe they scared it, threatened it somehow. You know, D'Argo has that effect on everything.

Splitting off, they walk to opposite sides of a large cargo container. Inside, the creature growls savagely, rocking the container repeatedly, throwing itself against the interior walls.


AERYN: Even if this 'real parasite' exists, which I'm still not convinced it does, we have no idea what it is. Is it an insect, a microorganism, another creature like this...?

CRICHTON: I don't know. Why don't you ask it?

AERYN: Oh, that's very good, Crichton. I know my translator microbes are working, because deranged as it always is, I do understand what you're saying, but this creature can only grunt and growl, it cannot talk.

CRICHTON: No. Aeryn. This is a good idea. Why don't we see if we can get the 'Incredible Vorc' here to understand us?

Aeryn gives him a blank stare over the rocking cargo container. The creature's growls are unrelenting.


CRICHTON: D'Argo is dying. You got a better idea, lay it on me.
Aeryn continues to stare at him, the creatures growling even 'more' insistent, and apparently very irritating.

With a purely glorious scowl, Crichton slams his hand onto the top of the cargo container, two pounding beats.

The growling ceases immediately, replaced by the plaintive cries of the Vorc. The Vorc's face appears in the circular port on the side of the container.


INTERCUT

MOYA, Cargo Bay

Standing on the same side of the cargo container, Crichton and Aeryn watch the Vorc through the view port.


CRICHTON: All right, Pilot. Shoot him up.

PILOT: Injecting translator microbes.

Inside the container a DRD rolls forward and injects the 'foot' of the Vorc with the microbes. The Vorc shrieks in surprise.


CRICHTON: Hey... ( taps on port ) Over here... listen up. You understand me? ( slowly ) We just want to talk to you.

AERYN: This is a waste of time, Crichton. Translator microbes don't take this long to work. Let's take it to Zhaan, she can dissect it, see if she missed something.

CRICHTON: Dissect it?!

AERYN: Yeah, I say we kill it.

Inside the container, the Vorc follows this conversation, looking from one to the other. At Aeryn's last words the Vorc starts screaming shrilly, hopping up and down.


CRICHTON: Aeryn, it understands what you're saying. Take it back.

She stares at him blankly.


CRICHTON: Take it back.

Relently only slightly, Aeryn exercises her rusty 'tact' muscles.


AERYN: Hello? I'm sorry. I don't want to kill you.

CRICHTON: That was... terrible! That was... that was... look, Lassie here is trying to communicate with us.

AERYN: Yeah? ( to the Vorc ) Ah... I don't understand you.

PILOT: Officer Sun. I believe... it's asking... "why?"

CRICHTON: Pilot, you understand him?

PILOT: Somewhat. Because of my bond with Moya... I am accustomed to non-verbal communication. While I don't believe this creature has language in a true sense, it seems to be expressing itself in a mixture of simple concepts, sensations and instinctual reactions.

CRICHTON: Keep translating.

PILOT: "... why... pain... me?"

AERYN: Well... we hurt you... because you hurt us. Why... did you attack D'Argo? Our friend.

CRICHTON: ( slow and loud ) Friend.

( Ah, the humor of the language barrier. Aeryn and John talking to the critter like it's deaf, John making hand gestures ala "Through The Looking Glass" to describe D'Argo's appearance. hehe ) The Vorc continues hopping up and down, squealing incessantly... it's like having a conversation with a hysterical two year old.


PILOT: "Attack... defend..."

AERYN: D'Argo attacked you first?

PILOT: "Friend... friend..." It keeps repeating, "friend."

CRICHTON: In the command, it showed us it could change shapes.

AERYN: It wasn't trying to hurt us.

CRICHTON: No. ( to the Vorc ) What do you want?

PILOT: "... bad... danger... here..."

CRICHTON: There's a parasite on board?

AERYN: Are you the parasite?

Okay, that reaction's easy enough to read, the Vorc looks at her like she's gone 'fahrbot'.


CRICHTON: ( incredulous ) The answer to that is, "No." Who's gonna say yes to that? That is "No!" ...

AERYN: Clarifying!

CRICHTON: Can-- can you help us find the parasite?

PILOT: "... hunt... the bad... kill the bad... free... kill the bad...."

AERYN: Right. So you want us to free you, so you can kill the parasite.

The Vorc hops up and down enthusiastically.


AERYN: That's a better question-- clarification.

CRICHTON: And that's a "Yes." ( softly ) Do you trust it?

AERYN: I don't know.

CRICHTON: We could have it... describe the parasite to us, and we could find it ourselves.

AERYN: Who knows how long that could take, D'Argo doesn't have that much time to spare.

CRICHTON: You're right.

Crichton taps on the portal with his pulse pistol, getting the Vorc's attention.


CRICHTON: Hey, little fella... we're gonna roll the dice, but you make one wrong move... I will shoot you. You understand shoot? Ka-tow, ka-tow, ka-tow. Little bolts of light. Ouch.

INTERCUT

MOYA, Main Passage

Crichton and Aeryn trail the Vorc as it glides down the corridor, sniffing out the parasite. Interestingly, Aeryn's pistol is still holstered, Crichton's is in his hand, up and at the ready.


AERYN: Here we go again.

CRICHTON: Pilot, can you dial down Moya's atmospheric scrubbers? It might enhance whatever this little guy is sniffin'.

PILOT: Reducing scrubbers now.

In another passage, Rygel floats in his throne sled, he comms Crichton with his thoughts on letting the Vorc loose on the ship again.


RYGEL: Crichton, have you taken leave of your senses? I don't expect much from Aeryn, but you...

CRICHTON: Relax, Sparky, we're on it.

RYGEL: I saw what it did to D'Argo. If it comes near me, I'll kill it, I swear!

CRICHTON: Lock yourself in your room and do whatever the hell it is you do in there by yourself.

AERYN: Crichton...

The Vorc has stopped in the passage ahead of Crichton and Aeryn, its ears and nose no longer wiggling. Silently turning its head this way, and that. They watch as the Vorc's mouth yawns wide again, spewing the creature across the passage and 'through' a tiny grate into a subpassage.

Crichton and Aeryn bolt to the grate, peering through as the Creature disappears down the subpassage.


CRICHTON: Hey, hey, we had a deal. You were supposed to lead us to it!

Aeryn leads the way, going the 'long way' round.


RYGEL: Pilot, I demand that you fuel a transport pod and make it ready for departure, this microt.

PILOT: Rygel, I told you, my DRDs are occupied. I cannot help you now.

Rygel hears roaring from the passage ahead, he gasps fearfully, backing his thronesled.


RYGEL: Help... Anybody... help.

PILOT: Rygel? Rygel? Are you there? Rygel!?!

Aeryn leads the way in a full-on charge down a passage, they both have arms out and at the ready now.


AERYN: ( shouting ) It's not after you Rygel, it's after the parasite.

CRICHTON: ( shouting ) Just keep moving, get out of the area!

Rygel continues backing his thronesled in the passage, back to the entry to the cargo bay.


RYGEL: It's closing in, I can hear it.

Crichton and Aeryn arrive at the entrance to the Cargo Bay, clear visibility (and line of fire) is impossible due to the cargo containers stacked haphazardly throughout the room. Rygel cowers somewhere inside the room, surrounded on all sides by cargo containers. The creature is somewhere inside as well, its growling clearly heard.


RYGEL: Crichton! You said I'd be safe. You said... ( panting fearfully )

CRICHTON: Rygel. Don't move.

AERYN: Rygel is your friend. -- Rygel, tell him you're his friend.

RYGEL: ( whispering ) Yotz. Kill it!

AERYN: No, friend.

RYGEL: Kill-it!

CRICHTON: Rygel, it's probably not after you. It's just lookin' for a gopher, man.

The creature continues to growl menacingly in the background, only partially hidden by the crates surrounding Rygel. Crichton rounds a large crate, Aeryn on the other side, he signals quietly to her.


CRICHTON: ( whispering ) Real slow.

RYGEL: ( gasping ) Kill it! Kill it! Kill it!

Rygel gasps and whirls about with his sled, the creature directly in back of him. Face to face Rygel first cowers and then growls, hurling himself at the creature.

Crichton and Aeryn try to reach them, but he's trapped between the wall and a large crate, and Aeryn is similarly blocked by a couple of large crates. They both shout ineffectual warnings at Rygel.


AERYN: Get off it!

CRICHTON: No, no! Rygel, get off it! No!

They fire from a bad position. Their shots richochet benignly off crates stacked between them, the creature and Rygel.

The hail of pistol fire does serve to frighten the creature, and it drops Rygel to the deck and scuttles off. Finally able to advance to Rygel's position, Crichton spots the creature between crates, no clear line of fire between it and him. Rygel gasps for help from the floor.


RYGEL: ( gasping ) Help... me...

Rygel flops back onto to the floor, unconcious or 'dead'? Hearing growling, Crichton looks up again in time to see the creature scuttling toward an exit.




END ACT III








ACT IV





MOYA, Medical Bay

Rygel lies gasping dramatically on the examination table. So, not dead then.


RYGEL: ( gasping ) I... can't move. So cold... body feels... broken ( grunts )

CRICHTON: Rygel, you're going into shock. Zhaan says you have internal injuries.

RYGEL: ( Groaning ) Your fault... You... let that thing do this to me!

CRICHTON: ( softly ) Sparky... Sparky, just... shut up.

ZHAAN: Try and stay calm. ( to Crichton ) He's been poisoned.

CRICHTON: What?

ZHAAN: There were massive traces of toxins in Rygel's wound. The same compounds I found in D'Argo.

CRICHTON: Zhaan... we had the Vorc in our hands. You said-you said it wasn't poisonous.

ZHAAN: I made a mistake.

CRICHTON: If I bring it in dead... is there any possibility that you can make an anti-venom?

ZHAAN: Well, it's possible. There's nothing I can do for Rygel and D'Argo without it.

CRICHTON: Well, one way or the other... you're gettin' it, okay?

ZHAAN: Yeah.

Crichton walks back to stand by Chiana, who's been standing over a mostly unconcious D'Argo on another table in the Medical Bay.


CRICHTON: Can he talk?

CHIANA: I don't know.

CRICHTON: ( to D'Argo ) How you doin'?

D'ARGO: ( gasping ) Find my son... find my son...

CRICHTON: We'll find him together.

( Hey, say what you will. That's one promise he's kept. ) Crichton turns to Chiana before leaving.


CRICHTON: You take care of him.

INTERCUT

MOYA, Main Passage

Back on the Vorc hunt, Aeryn and Crichton come upon a trail of yellowish blood. This time, Aeryn has her weapon out at the ready and Crichtons remains holstered. (Hmm. Is there any rhyme or reason as to who goes armed and when?)


AERYN: Blood. I knew we hit it.

CRICHTON: Yeah, hide from me now, friend. When we see him, he's mine.

AERYN: We'll see.

Aeryn, leading the way, pauses at another junction examining the trail of blood. Crichton's attention snaps to the side passage, seeing Scorpius coming up behind Aeryn and leering over her shoulder. His pistol is in his hand in a microt, snapping off a quick shot that strikes the wall where Scorpius had been standing.

Startled, Aeryn jumps, just a couple of feet from his target.


AERYN: Aah! What the frell was that for?!

CRICHTON: ( confused ) It was nothin'. Just clearin' my head.

Before she can query him further, the Vorc/creature growls and darts out of a side passage ahead of them, running down another side corridor.


AERYN: Crichton!

They pursue the creature, rounding the bend into the side corridor.


CRICHTON: Do you see any blood?

AERYN: No.

Shortly coming to another junction, they stop. Aeryn searching the floor for a trace of blood to follow.


CRICHTON: All right...

CRICHTON & AERYN: ( simultaneously ) That way.

They both run, but each takes a different corridor. Crichton pulls up short with an urgent warning.


CRICHTON: Aeryn! No, no, no, no, we are not splitting up!

AERYN: We're running out of time. We don't have another choice.

The imminent argument is curtailed by the creatures reappearance, roaring from behind them. Instantly alerted, they turn toward the sound, snapping off multiple rounds as the creature scurries though the junction and down the 'fourth possible choice' passage at the junction. Missing gloriously, they chase after the creature. Crichton pulls up short again, after only a few running steps, he backpedals rapidly ...


CRICHTON: Whoa! Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! That thing just gave us the slip. Why would it come back for us, unless it was leading us?

AERYN: Into a trap. What else?

CRICHTON: Right-- As long as we both know.

Raising his weapon again, they both advance at a run down the corridor after the creature.

( And... geez, this ep has just GOT to be seen to be believed, the action sequences are charmingly addictive and completely RIVETING! )


INTERCUT

MOYA, Cargo Bay

Back in the Cargo Bay, Crichton and Aeryn enter carefully, splitting off, advancing through the stacks of cargo.

Crichton spots the creature, ineffectually hiding behind a container much too small to block its bulk. He turns to Aeryn, pointing and nodding, silently indicating the sighting, and giving her a silent 'circle around' gesture. He waits while she does so, and then stepping out from either side of the row of cargo, they flank the Vorc on both sides.

Crichton draws down on the creature, but doesn't fire, even as it smashes the container it was hiding behind out of the way and roars menacingly at him. From the other side, Aeryn opens fire, taking it out, and down.

Still aiming his weapon at the fallen Vorc, watching it as it continues to growl, Crichton glances toward Aeryn as she approaches but catches something else out of the corner of his eye.


AERYN: We'd better get it back to Zhaan.

CRICHTON: Aeryn... what is that?

Crichton glances pointedly to something just behind her shoulder and she turns to look.

Just behind her is a twining mass of black tendrils, the central mass, a black 'cocoon-like' structure, is fastened to a stack of cargo containers.


INTERCUT

MOYA, Medical Bay

Chiana is snuggled up next to D'Argo on the medical table, they are both asleep, or seem to be. Zhaan continues working at her lab table. Rygel also seems to be asleep on his table, except on close examination, his eyes open, one of which suddenly... ( ICK! Alert ) POPS out, grows tiny legs, and skitters around on his face. Others of these tiny multi-legged critters crawls out of his mouth, some erupting from the skin of his face... (Ew, ick, ick, ick, no wonder no one's done a tranny of this ep! ) The eyeball critter slides back into his eye, makin' like an 'eye' again, another slips into this nose slits. (Oh, god, ick, ick, ick, ick!).

INTERCUT

MOYA, Cargo Bay Crichton continues to hold his pistol on the fallen Vorc, but his and Aeryn's attention are both diverted to the big clump of black tendrils.


CRICHTON: Can you say... "Cocoon"?

They both glance back toward the wounded creature on the floor as it growls weakly, then look back at the "cocoon".


AERYN: Chiana said, the parasites leave cocoons behind.

CRICHTON: Aeryn... ( looking back to the Vorc ) It led us here to see this.

The creature flails its long limbs on the ground, growling louding, struggling to its feet.

Crichton sincerely levels his weapon at the creature, a grimly serious look on his face.
( Hey, he 'might' shoot it. )

The creature moves between Crichton and Aeryn, they back off, allowing it to slip between them and slice the cocoon open with one long clawed arm.

The cocoon bursts open and Rygel, a very damp, weak looking Rygel, flops halfway out of the opening.


CRICHTON: Holy 'Body Snatchers'. Start talkin'.

INTERCUT

MOYA, Medical Bay

Zhaan continues her examination of samples at the lab table. 'Rygel', on the table behind her, slowly rises, growling quietly.



INTERCUT

MOYA, Cargo Bay



RYGEL: ( weakly ) That frelling thing... went through my mouth... could barely frelling breath! Strands... pouring out of me... from my ears, nose, my pores, every frelling hole in my body! For-for-formed this cocoon around me, to feed to its frelling offspring! Imagine me-- food for something else! It took my shape... and then it--

Crichton steps forward, shoving his pulse pistol in 'Rygel's face.


CRICHTON: How do I know you're Rygel?

Rygel answers in his own particular manner, as only he can-- when he's nervous anyway. He passes gas.

Aeryn and Crichton exchange a long look, and then take off at a run!


RYGEL: ( high pitched voice ) Where are you going?!

Crichton follows closely on Aeryn's heels, they are at a dead run and shouting warnings to Zhaan on the fly.


AERYN: Zhaan, get out of there now!

INTERCUT

MOYA, Medical Bay



CRICHTON: It's not Rygel, it's the parasite!



Registering their warning, Zhaan looks up from her work. Sprawled next to D'Argo, Chiana's eyes open slightly, waking from a light drowse.

Finally registering the low growling behind her, Zhaan turns just as 'Rygel' flings himself on her. They both fall to the floor, Zhaan struggling to keep the little critter off her throat.



ZHAAN: ( screaming ) Rygel!

Aeryn charges into the room, her aim drawing down on 'Rygel'. Crichton bolts past her, and switching his pulse pistol to his off hand, grabs 'Rygel' by the scruff of the neck, and pulls him off Zhaan, hurling him across the room.


CHIANA: Ryge?

Crichton switches his pulse pistol back to his right hand, and he and Aeryn open fire, missing spectacularly at first, but honing in quickly, blowing 'Rygel's 'head off under a fussilade of pulse pistol fire. Chiana flings herself across D'Argo's body, shielding him from harm.

'Rygel's' body 'disintegrates' under the fire and his 'empty' robe flops to the floor. The ensuing silence is brief, quickly broken by a raucous chittering noise as hundreds of tiny multilegged 'critters' skitter across the floor toward Crichton, Aeryn and Zhaan.

Crichton tosses his pistol to Aeryn and bolts to the side of the room.


CRICHTON: Cover me!

Aeryn opens fire with both pistols, a bravely futile gesture, there being literally hundreds of these little critters. Crichton soon returns to her side, a long hose and nozzle apparatus fetched from a nearby table. Fire and ice combine as Crichton hoses the deck with what must be a fire supression system ( but, who knows! ), and Aeryn blasts the deck with unremitting pulse pistol fire.

The area completely saturated, they cease fire. The only sound remaining, a quiet sizzling. The vapor blasted from the hose dissapates slowly, revealing hundreds of flash fried or frozen critter corpses littering the deck.

Crichton takes one step forward, and Aeryn follows suit, their boots crushing tiny bodies under foot.


CHIANA: What the frell is that!

CRICHTON & AERYN: ( simultaneously ) Sorry about the mess.

They look at each other briefly, then turn to leave, Crichton discarding the hose apparatus on the floor.


INTERCUT

( Technically, that should have been an act break, but it's not... this Act has a couple a tag scenes tacked on, with the break coming for the epilogue. This is the first tag. )

MOYA, Medical Bay

Rygel, D'Argo, both feeling much better, with Chiana and Zhaan looking after them.


RYGEL: That parasite was hiding in a crate of marjoules I was inspecting in the Cargo Bay. ( shudders ) A hideous experience. It was actually feeding off my essence, my thoughts, and it would have done the same to all of you.

D'ARGO: I remember Rygel-- uh, the other one-- standing over me after I was wounded.

CHIANA: That parasite was gonna use you next. Why didn't it?

ZHAAN: I suspect it tried, but... D'Argo's reaction to the venom was so strong, it didn't have enough time to complete its task.

RYGEL: How could you have all been so stupid to let that thing fool you?

D'ARGO: It was a perfect copy of you, Rygel.

RYGEL: Huh! Perfect! Perhaps to undiscerning observers like yourselves. Fortunately, that courageous Vorc was here to rescue me!

INTERCUT

MOYA, Cargo Bay

( Second Act IV Tag )

Aeryn sits on the Cargo Bay floor, cradling the Vorc in her arms like a baby. Crichton sits silently behind her, a comforting presence.


AERYN: Pilot?

PILOT: He... says he's... happy.

CRICHTON: Is there anything we can do to help?

PILOT: I... don't think the creature understands the concept.

The Vorc makes quietly weak high-pitched whimpers.


PILOT: "... end... end..." He... knows his... time is near.

AERYN: I am so... sorry.

The Vorc strokes her cheek with one long spindley finger, gasps quietly... ( and croaks. hehe I'm sorry... I mean...) and dies.

( The BBQ *thwaps* herself for that one! Maybe I'll go back and take it out later! hehehehehe *ahem* sorry... hehe *snort* )

Aeryn's furrowed brows and pursed lips express the keen pain of unfamiliar grief...

( or a better ability to restrain hysterical laughter... who can tell? Okay... this is why I haven't done the transcript for this ep yet... I can't get past this part! LOL! It's just me... really! Okay, seriously now! Everyone's really sad here... I'm sad too... Aeryn has tears in her eyes fer crissakes! )

Aeryn holds the Vorc in her arms, quiet tears fall from her eyes. Crichton, holding her from behind, comforts her as best he can, stroking her hair, hugging her gently, feeling her pain.

( Whew! Not exactly "Old Yeller" *sigh* )




END ACT IV





( Whoo Hoo! Previews for "Won't Get Fooled Again!" ... one of my favorite all time eppys! Gotta watch that when I'm done here! )




EPILOGUE





MOYA, Crichton's Quarters

Crichton continues his interrupted Chess game. Aeryn keeps him company, sitting on the small chair at the table. Crichton crouches on the other side of the chess board, stroking his lips gently across the butt of his pulse pistol, deep into strategic thought. Setting the weapon down, he reaches out, making a move. White Pawn taking Black Knight (or Bishop... hard to tell).

Standing, he moves to the opposite side of the table, crouching down at Aeryn's shoulder. Aeryn picks up a discarded Chess piece and examines it closely.


AERYN: Crichton... when we were hunting... you uh, almost blew my head off. That was a bad shot... even for you.

Crichton scrunches his face up, abashed and nodding slightly.


CRICHTON: Yeah. ( long pause ) What's your point?

AERYN: What were you firing at? Really.

Crichton makes a move for the Black side. Black Bishop takes White pawn. Then moves slowly back to the other side of the board.


CRICHTON: Been, uh... having these-- well, I wouldn't exactly call 'em hallucinations-- I've been having these... flashes of Scorpius.

AERYN: Flashes. Like memories?

CRICHTON: No, they're not memories. It's more like he's... talking to me. Have you ever been in a-in a crowded room, and everybody's talking all at the same time, so you can't hear anybody, and suddenly someone says your name, and then... ( snaps fingers ) like crystal-- you hear every word they say? No matter how far away they are, it's like they're talking only to you.

AERYN: What is Scorpius saying to you?

CRICHTON: He says he's gonna get me. He says he already has-- I just don't know it yet.

AERYN: Why didn't you kill him when you had the chance?

CRICHTON: I tried. Tried... but I couldn't-- something stopped me... something inside.

AERYN: Crichton, if you need help--

CRICHTON: I'll ask... just like you do. Aeryn, don't worry. ( laughing ) I'm not gonna lose my mind. It's all I've got left.

AERYN: ( smiling ) All right.

Aeryn sets down the small chess piece she'd been toying with... ( a white pawn... *whew* ) and taking one last look at Crichton, pondering his next move on the board, stands and exits.


CRICHTON: // "You'll never see it coming, John... When the trap closes... it'll be too late." // ... You think?

Crichton makes a final move for the White side, White Knight advancing to take Black Pawn...


CRICHTON: Checkmate. You lose.

Scorpius sits in the chair vacated by Aeryn, placing the Black King gently on its side on the board, conceding the game.


SCORPIUS: That, um... wasn't the trap that I meant. ( growls softly )

Cut in close on Crichton for his react, and he gives none, his expression utterly blank. Next shot is wide, showing Crichton crouched unmoving on the far side of the table, chess board intervening, he has no 'visible' company. The Black King still stands erect on the board.


FADE TO BLACK










ROLL ENDING CREDITS








For your amusement & total body immersion:
Check Out the Following Reviews, Episode Synopsis & "CIL", for:
"Beware Of Dog"
at the scifi.com "Farscape" Bulletin Board

'Shippers & :"Beware of Dog" :: UCSBDad :: 8/12/2000
Am I the only one who liked :"Beware of Dog" :: CrystalMoon :: 8/12/2000
News From SACC :"Beware of Dog" :: OboeCrazy :: 8/12/2000
Captain Hornblower Reviews :"Beware of Dog" :: 8/12/2000
The NOSE talks about BOD :"Beware of Dog" :: BigNoseBob :: 8/12/2000 (this one comes up more regularly than I'd thought)
'shippers & BOD, Part II :: UCSBDad :: 8/13/2000

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