FARSCAPE

"Eat Me"

Written by,
Matt Ford



This transcript provided by: Farscape Ally!
Suggestions for corrections/revisions gratefully accepted.


Starring:
Ben Browder
Claudia Black
Anthony Simcoe
Gigi Edgley
Paul Goddard
Lani Tupu
Wayne Pygram
Commander John Crichton
Officer Aeryn Sun
Ka D'Argo
Chiana
Stark
Captain Bialar Crais
Scorpius
Guest Starring:
Tammy MacIntosh
Shane Briant
Lisa Griffiths
Sean Masterson
Jool
Kaarvok
Belima
Voice of Rovhu's Pilot


Writer: Matt Ford

Who also wrote:

Well... no prior Farscape ep credits. Welcome Matt! Aces!



Director: Ian Watson

Who also directed:

(1:10) "They've Got A Secret", (1:14) "Jeremiah Crichton", (1:17) "Through The Looking Glass", (1:20) "The Hidden Memory", (2:05) "Crackers Don't Matter", (2:01) "Dream A Little Dream", (2:09) "Out Of Their Minds", (2:15) "The Locket", (3:01) "Season Of Death".




CREATED BY: Rockne S. O'Bannon
CONSULTING PRODUCER: Sue Milliken
CO-PRODUCER: Andrew Prowse
LINE PRODUCER: Lesley Parker
SUPERVISING PRODUCER: Justin Monjo
EXECUTIVE PRODUCER: Richard Manning
PRODUCED BY: Anthony Winley
WRITTEN BY: Matt Ford
DIRECTED BY: Ian Watson
EXECUTIVE PRODUCER: David Kemper
EXECUTIVE PRODUCERS: Juliet Blake
Robert Halmi, Jr.
Brian Henson
EXECUTIVE CONSULTANT: Rockne S. O'Bannon
DIRECTOR OF PHOTOGRAPHY: Russell Bacon
PRODUCTION DESIGNER: Tim Ferrier
MUSIC BY: Guy Gross
EDITOR: Martin Conner
COSTUME DESIGNER: Terry Ryan
SECOND UNIT DOP: Danny Batterham
STORY EDITOR: Lily Taylor
SCRIPT EDITOR: Matt Ford
PRODUCTION EXECUTIVE: Robert I. Wozniak
CREATURE SHOP CREATIVE SUPERVISOR: Dave Elsey
VISUAL EFFECTS: ANIMAL LOGIC





COLD OPEN





EXT. SPACE

Leviathan Transport pod in transit in a background of stars, listing heavily to one side.





INTERCUT



Inside the Transport Pod, Crichton wrestles with balky controls, D'Argo sits scowling in the co-pilot's seat, while Chiana scurries about in the background doing the 'grot work', as the ship shudders and rocks. Jool lurks over Crichton's shoulder.


CRICHTON: This pod is falling apart. It's all I can do to keep her afloat. Chiana?

CHIANA: It's not my fault, Crichton. I looked away for a microt, and Jool grabbed the controls.



Chiana lowers herself into a crawlspace below the pilot's deck.


CRICHTON: I didn't say it was your fault. Give me status.

CHIANA: It's not holding.



She rips wires and guts from the crawlspace, the pod's fluids drizzle from the torn wires.


JOOL: Oh, you're getting mank everywhere.

CHIANA: Shut the frell! This is your fault!


INTERCUT

EXT. SPACE

Outside the pod approaches a small asteroid, the tail of the leviathan parked on the far side of the asteroid comes into view.


JOOL: Look, there's Moya. Let's just...


INTERCUT

INT. TRANSPORT POD

Crichton, still wrestling with the control stick, comms for aid.


CRICHTON: Pilot, Aeryn, come in... ... Pilot?

D'ARGO: That's not Moya.


INTERCUT

EXT. SPACE

The Leviathan, fully in view, and clearly not Moya. Dark, potentially derelict, a massive PeaceKeeper control collar is in place across the nose of the great biomechanoid ship.


D'ARGO: That's a Leviathan with a control collar.


INTERCUT

INT. TRANSPORT POD




D'ARGO: That means Peacekeepers.

CRICHTON: O2 level's falling.

CHIANA: Telemetry, comms... neuro status. We got nothin'.



Chiana continues working on the failing transport. The vessel shudders heavily.


CRICHTON: All right, we're headin' for that ship. That's it.

D'ARGO: John, that is not an option!

CRICHTON: We don't have any options, unless you want to die out here in the middle of nowhere.

D'ARGO: It's better than being captured, tortured and killed by the Peacekeepers.

JOOL: You hear that noise? That's our air!

D'ARGO: We have no comms. We have no idea who, or what, is on that ship. You are leading us to our death!



Crichton shoots D'Argo a grim look, maintaining course for the Leviathan.


INTERCUT

EXT. SPACE

STOCK CGI - Leviathan Transport enters Leviathan exterior docking bay (overhead)

The transport pod trails a thin stream of vapor, leaking atmosphere to space.


INTERCUT

INT. TRANSPORT POD

The Transport pod continues to list as John manages a less than three point landing, the pod clashing loudly against the Leviathan's deck-- grinding slowly to a stop.


CRICHTON: All right, that's it, everybody out!



Jool yelps quietly as minor explosions and small background fires erupt. D'Argo clotheslines Crichton with the pod controls as he stands, glaring mightily.


CRICHTON: Out!


INTERCUT

INT. TRANSPORT HANGAR

D'Argo leads the way, decending the pod stairs into a darkened hangar bay, Chiana and Jool, follow closely behind.


CHIANA: What happened here?



D'Argo and Chiana advance cautiously into the Maintenance Bay, both hold weapons to bear. An abrupt, but distant, howling interrupts the stillness. Chiana sniffs the air, something unpleasant is afoot.


CHIANA: That smell.... if there were Peacekeepers, they'd be here by now.

D'ARGO: Well, this section's airlocked, so someone wants us here.



D'Argo sniffs the air as well. All senses on alert, as they continue to advance, Jool following behind.

After microts of silence, a shrill shriek pierces the air and a dark form hurls itself onto D'Argo's back and shoulders.


CHIANA: D'Argo!



D'Argo spins around to face Chiana, the long haired nutcase clings to his back until Chiana blasts it off with her pulse rifle.

Crichton bolts down the pod ladder, drawn pistol in one hand, some kind of cabling in the other.


CRICHTON: What the hell's goin' on out here?!



D'Argo pushes the dead long haired nutcase onto its back. Looks to be Sebacean by species, several weeks or months without a good bath.


D'ARGO: I told you we shouldn't have come here!



D'Argo turns and gives Crichton a sour look.




END COLD OPEN










ROLL OPENING CREDITS



"My name is John Crichton... I'm lost... an astronaut... shot through a wormhole.... In some distant part of the universe.... I'm trying to stay alive... Aboard this ship-- this living ship... of escaped prisoners-- my friends. If you can hear me... beware... if I make it back... will they follow? If I open the door... are you ready? Earth is unprepared, helpless... for the nightmares I've seen. Or should I stay, protect my home, not show them you exist. But then you'll never know the wonders I've seen."








ACT I





LEVIATHAN TRANSPORT HANGAR

Sitting outside the Transport, D'Argo grouses, and Jool whines as Crichton examines the handful of cabling from the damaged ship. Chiana stalks about with her pulse rifle at the ready.


D'ARGO: It's gone.

CRICHTON: Burnt, battered, busted. Ding dong, the pod is dead.



Crichton tosses the handful of cabling to the deck.


JOOL: It can't be dead, Crichton. You have to fix it, and you have to get us out of here.

CRICHTON: Ain't gonna happen, not unless we can replace that stuff.

D'ARGO: We need 3k wire and narium coils.

CRICHTON: Right. We find it, we might stand a chance and that means a scavenger hunt... in that direction.

JOOL: But can't we just borrow one of their transport pods?

CHIANA: There aren't any. I already looked. No transport pods.... Not a single piece of escape craft... It's like anybody who could leave... has left.

D'ARGO: This place is bad voojoo.

CRICHTON: It's a Leviathan. Like Moya. So spare parts... this way.



Crichton draws his weapon and walks toward the Maintenance Bay, D'Argo and Chiana accompanying.

Jool draws back a few steps, watching fearfully as the other three leave her behind.


JOOL: ( gasping ) I'm getting back in the transport pod... and I'm staying there.

CHIANA: Thank frek.

CRICHTON: Nah, you stay with her, Chiana.

CHIANA: No way.

CRICHTON: Pip.... Transport's all we got.

CHIANA: I'm warning you. I'm gonna end up killin' that red-headed tralk.

CRICHTON: ( grins ) Whatever. Go on.



Crichton directs Chiana back to the Transport with a tip of his head.


CRICHTON: Spare parts.... that way. Let's go find 'em.

CHIANA: Frell.



Crichton and D'Argo continue into the Maintenance Bay, and Chi heads back to the pod.


INTERCUT

MAINTENANCE BAY

Crichton holds his weapon at the ready, D'Argo also has Qualta Rifle ready. The creepiness definately getting to them.


CRICHTON: Trashed.

D'ARGO: Hm. And there's no 3k wire, and definately no narium coils.



Crichton calls out to anyone.


CRICHTON: Anybody home?



An image is projected on the clamshell, greenish static. Crichton calls out into the eerie quiet again.


CRICHTON: Anybody... out there?



D'Argo pounds on the Maintenance Bay corridor access door.


D'ARGO: Do you want to give me a hand here? It's jammed.

CRICHTON: Or maybe there's a Pilot keeping it shut.



A muted humming and the door swings open. Crichton and D'Argo take the offered exit cautiously.


CRICHTON: Or a host of Peacekeepers. Or thousands of feral hippie boys, friends and relatives.

D'ARGO: Too late to worry about that. Let's just get what we need for the transport pod and get the frell outta here.



Now behind them, the open door swings silently shut, Crichton notices at the last minute.


CRICHTON: D'Argo!



They throw their weight against the door, trying to prevent it closing.


D'ARGO: ( shouting ) Chiana! ... Chiana!



D'Argo turns away slightly from the closed door, activating comms.


D'ARGO: ( comm'ing ) Chiana. ( pause ) The comms are down. ( shouting ) Chiana!

CRICHTON: Could be the control collar.



D'Argo, grunting with frustration, turns away from the door.


CRICHTON: All right. We know the layout, right? Okay, narium coils, 3k wire. Gotta be on tiers 3 and 4. Either that, or we head straight for Pilot.



D'Argo moves out again, spotting something almost immediately.


D'ARGO: Crichton...

CRICHTON: What you got, Big 'Un?



Kneeling down, the beam of D'Argo's lantern illuminates an eerie skeletal hand protruding from a heap of debris.

( There's nothing NOT eerie here, people! )


D'ARGO: Bones... Sebacean bones, maybe.

CRICHTON: ( quietly ) All right.


INTERCUT

LEVIATHAN MAIN PASSAGE

The state of the Leviathan's ruin becomes more and more apparent as Crichton and D'Argo continue their seach. ( Hey, the place is trashed, it oozes 'ick' everywhere! )


D'ARGO: This way.

CRICHTON: Abbott and Costello and the House of Horror. You know, we should talk to the Pilot...



Crichton and D'Argo ease around an expanse of dripping ick.


CRICHTON: ...he could tell us where to find all the stuff we need.

D'ARGO: Ah. Crichton...



D'Argo kicks out the panel to a subpassage.


D'ARGO: ...in here.



Crichton moves to duck through the opening into the subpassage, but draws back quickly, hand to face and voice choked.


CRICHTON: Whoa! Oh, man, that smells worse than Rygel.

D'ARGO: Well, almost. Get in.



D'Argo pushes Crichton into the opening and follows him.


INTERCUT

LEVIATHAN SUBPASSAGE




CRICHTON: Yeah, 3k wire. Good call, how'd you know?

D'ARGO: It's a wild guess. This duct leads to the klesteron filters. We'll have to scrape out what we can.



The subpassage is an even greater mess than the main passage. Ooze dripping, cabling torn and hanging, crap everywhere. It's a mess. D'Argo pulls wire from the cabling, Crichton ever inquisitive, touches fingers to the ooze and 'sniffs' it.


CRICHTON: Ho! Oh, man, that's pus.



Crichton wipes his fingers off on a semi-clean spot on the wall.


CRICHTON: The ship is oozing pus. ( muttering ) Man.

D'ARGO: Yeah, the whole ship is diseased.

CRICHTON: Oh, geez. No DRD's, what's that about? It's like she got hit by some kind of biochemical weapon.



Finished pulling wires, D'Argo approaches Crichton who's still standing around engrossed in the ruined Leviathan. D'Argo's ready to move on.


D'ARGO: Narium coils, tier 7.

CRICHTON: Huh-uh. We gotta find the Pilot.

D'ARGO: Crichton, we get what we need and we get out.

CRICHTON: What we need... is the guy who controls the maintenance bay doors, the hangars-- the whole damn ship, in fact.

D'ARGO: This is meant to be a hit-and-run mission so we get the parts that we need.

CRICHTON: And what if we're dying? What if we've been exposed to some radiation, or some virus that's gonna mutate us into the Night of the Living Dead?



Both thoroughly frustrated, they begin shouting over each other.


D'ARGO: ( shouting ) Then, the sooner we get out of here the better... if you want to go all the way to Pilot's Den, then you are tinked!

CRICHTON: ( shouting ) Hey, you know what?! We don't know what we're dealing with here!

D'ARGO: This... is a Peacekeeper prison ship. That's all you need to know.



Crichton turns away, glancing upward, for patience presumably. A slight exalation of breath that 'may' have wanted to be a not nice word... and then he stalks off, leaving D'Argo for his own mission.


CRICHTON: I'm gonna go find the Pilot. You get the junk.


INTERCUT

LEVIATHAN TRANSPORT HANAGER

Jool stands outside the Transport Pod. A small metallic object drops from the side of the vessel and 'plinks' next to her foot.


CHIANA: What was that?

JOOL: Uh...



Jool points down to the small metallic object and Chiana fetches it from the floor near her 2" boot heel!


CHIANA: External gyro-sensor. You broke it.

JOOL: I did not! It just fell!

CHIANA: I don't believe this.



Chiana turns and stalks toward the Maintenance Bay. Jool chases after her at a prancing run.


JOOL: What!? Where are you going?!

CHIANA: To join the treasure hunt.

JOOL: Crichton said to stay here!

CHIANA: Well, he didn't know about this.

JOOL: Well... you can't leave me. The comms are down.

CHIANA: There's a-- there's a pulse rifle in the transport pod.



Chiana stops in front of the closed corridor door.


CHIANA: ( whispering ) How do I open this door?



Jool rails on behind her.


JOOL: You know. We don't have weapons on our planet. We don't have violence, we don't have war--



Chiana whips about and plants a solid fist against Jools jaw. Jools head whipcracks in response, grunting quietly. She looks back at Chiana; hurt, surprise, and anger in her green eyes.


JOOL: What the frell?!



Chiana slugs her again, but this time Jool flares and socks Chiana back. Chi's head rocks and she pops her jaw a bit in appreciation of the hit. Jool clutches her hand, squealing dramatically.


JOOL: Frelling hezmana!

CHIANA: See? Violence-- you'll get the hang of it.



Chi turns back to the closed door.


INTERCUT



Disembodied arm, with a multicolored 'device' attached, injects a long wicked looking needle into a biomechanical mass, a hand manipulates the 'controls' of the device. ( Sheesh. Okay, trivia for free: The 'control panel' of the device has a total of 9 circular 'lights' and one 'bar', set in two rows. TOP ROW: 6 circular lights. Four are 'lit' and look 'blue'. BOTTOM ROW: Three circular lights, two are 'lit' and look 'blue'. The 'bar' is also 'lit' and looks 'red'. Math whiz's may now figure out the rest. I admit, the red/white lights are confusin' me inky! )


INTERCUT

LEVIATHAN MAINTENANCE BAY

The door swings open, from the corridor side. Chiana and Jool on the other side, are free to roam.


CHIANA: Good luck with the pulse rifle. I hope you're a fast learner.



Chiana steps cautiously into the corridor, the door swinging closed behind her, leaving a mainly terrified Jool alone.


INTERCUT

MAINTENANCE BAY

Jool shoots her gaze around the room, utterly terrified.


INTERCUT



Ew, we get a look at the 'owner' of the bizarre control panel/injector. Creepy Guy #12. Must see to appreciate. Looks like he's in a cell, very goth... candles and everything. ( candles? sheesh. )


INTERCUT



Qualta Rifle fires and D'Argo busts through a sealed door into a storage area. Entering on a search and destroy, he glances around looking for the needed part, but only finds another useless bit of techno... hmm... looks like a gyro-sensor. He discards it impatiently, and, hearing sounds of distant voices, exits the storeroom. (gee... too bad we don't 'need' a gyro-sensor!)


INTERCUT

LEVIATHAN PILOT'S DEN

Crichton enters the partially opened doorway, instantly spotting three figures mumbling and growling, all crouched on the console in front of a disoriented looking Pilot. He approaches slowly, weapon extended but not firing.


CRICHTON: What the hell?



The sound of his voice alerts the creatures and they vacate quickly. Crichton lowers his weapon and continues a cautious approach, the Pilot behind the console becoming more fearful and anxious the closer he gets. He climbs up onto the console, the Pilot beginning to shudder and groan loudly. Crichton gets a good close look at the being and his eyes and voice reflect the horror he feels.


CRICHTON: ( softly ) Holy Mother of God.



The Pilot continues to quake and groan in extreme fear.


CRICHTON: Easy.



Each time John tries to get closer, the Pilot groans louder, more panicked. Backing off slightly, he holsters his weapon.


CRICHTON: I'm not gonna hurt you.



The Pilot quiets a bit, but it looks crazed by fear, two of the Pilot's arms have been severed at the torso.


CRICHTON: My name is Crichton. I live on a Leviathan-- we have a Pilot, he's-- kinda like you.



The Pilot's cries cease, but it continues to quake slightly.


CRICHTON: What happened to you?

PILOT: Please... kill me.


INTERCUT

LEVIATHAN, Main Corridor

Chi creeps down the corridor in the semi darkness, emergency lights and the flashlight on her pulse rifle illuminate a generally creepy scene... muted gutteral moaning and distant shrieks creep her out even more. ( and the creepy music is not help me either!)


CHIANA: Come on... come out and play.



Turning slightly Chi spots a dark shape dart past in the corridor behind her and she fires spasmodically, missing badly. Now backing slowly, she backs her way into the vessel's center chamber, noises in the chamber cause her to spin about. Several beings crouch on the floor around a small open flame. Chi backs slowly out of the room.


CHIANA: Don't mind me, just... just talk amongst yourselves.



They slowly follow her, one lunging at her, she smashes it aside with the pulse rifle.


CHIANA: Especially you.



The rest continue following her... it's the Night of the Living Dead with creepy, filthy, feral looking sebaceans as stand-ins.

She notices two who look oddly alike, then another charges her. She smashes it to the floor with the flashlight.



CHIANA: Stay back. Stay back!


INTERCUT

LEVIATHAN'S PILOT'S DEN

Crichton stands on the control console before a bowed and shaken Pilot, it's voice is haggard and grating. It's in 'very' bad shape.


CRICHTON: What about your comms, atmosphere, the doors-- can you control any of that?

PILOT: My neural pods slashed. Please, kill me.



Crichton crouches in front of the Pilot.


CRICHTON: Look, your arms are gonna regenerate.

PILOT: ( groaning ) Growgaan cut...

CRICHTON: Grogan-- who the hell is Grogan?

PILOT: ( groaning ) Growgaan-- growgaan cut... growgaan cut!

CRICHTON: They cut your arms... and when they grow back, they hack 'em off again. Why the hell would they do that?

PILOT: Because, because, because they're eating me!


INTERCUT

CENTER CHAMBER/MAIN CORRIDOR

Chiana screams as she backs out of the Center Chamber, the 'zombies' following slowly.


CHIANA: No! Stay back-- stay back!



She notices another group of 'zombies' behind her in the corridor.


CHIANA: Frell.



With almost nowhere else to 'back' to, she swings the aim of the pulse rifle from one group to the next. They close in on both sides.


CHIANA: Stay away!



She continues turning from one group to the other frantically, but not wanting to fire on them for some reason.


CHIANA: I don't want to hurt you!



While she frantically watches one group, one from the other group slashes her across the abdomen with a wicked looking blade, she screams and blue blood flows from the wound.


CHIANA: Frell! Frell.



She's backed herself against the corridor wall, one hand pressed against the wound. The 'zombies' reach out, quickly snatching samples of her blood with fingers, 'tasting' her. ( okay... ick?! )


CHIANA: No!



Trying to run past the crowd, she trips over one and falls to the floor, pushing backward along the floor, away from the group, but they press toward her.


CHIANA: D'Argo! Crichton! F... frell.



She stands unsteadily, pointing the pulse rifle at the group of 'zombies', now all in front of her.


CHIANA: You want lunch? How about her!



Firing the pulse rifle with flare, one of the 'zombies' flies backward under the impact into the crowd.


INTERCUT

MAIN CORRIDOR

Entering a junction, D'Argo hears muted pulse fire and Chiana's echoing scream. He picks up his pace, heading in that direction.


CHIANA: ( echoing ) D'Argo!


INTERCUT

MAIN CORRIDOR

Crichton bolts down a corridor, hearing pulse rifle fire and Chiana's distant voice echoing in the corridor.


CHIANA: ( echoing ) Crichton!

CRICHTON: Chiana!



Crichton spins about uselessly in a junction, uncertain which of the four directions he should take.


CRICHTON: Chiana!


INTERCUT

MAIN CORRIDOR

Chiana fires repeatedly into the crowd of 'zombies', dropping one after the other. One grabs the muzzle of the pulse rifle, and she shoots 'through' it, dropping two more before kicking it away from the rifle.

Chi does her patented 'war whoop', then turns and bolts down the corridor.



INTERCUT

MAIN CORRIDOR

D'Argo continues down a corridor, calling for Chiana.


D'ARGO: Chiana!



Sounds of pulse fire and her screams have ceased. No longer certain he's heading in the right direction, he turns and heads down another corridor, coming almost face to face with 'Weird Guy #12', his eyes virtually 'bug' from their sockets in surprise. He drops the Qualta rifle from ready position to dead aim.


D'ARGO: Who are you? Where's Chiana, the Nebari?



Weird Guy #12 takes a step toward D and he don't take kindly to that, taking one step back.


D'ARGO: Stay back! Stay back or I swear, I will kill you.

KAARVOK: I don't think that's very polite.



D'Argo's taken aback slightly by the cultured tones coming from what appears to be a walking carcass, and Kaarvok takes that moment to fling one arm up, the device firing a small energy ball, which strikes D'Argo and instantly encases him in a large opaque 'bubble'.


INTERCUT

MAIN CORRIDOR

Crichton runs down the corridor, stopping at another junction. Releasing his weapon from its holster, he proceeds cautiously ahead.


INTERCUT

MAIN CORRIDOR

Kaarvok turns a corner, humming lightly to himself. He's followed by 'zombie' creatures who drag something between them. They pass Crichton just as he's entering from a separate passage. Seeing that they are dragging D'Argo, he steps into the corridor, shouting, preparing to blow them away.


CRICHTON: No!



A 'zombie' flings itself on Crichton's shoulders before he can snap off a shot, he stumbles forward. Losing his pulse pistol, it clatters to the floor, while the zombie tries to take a chunk out of his neck with it's teeth.


INTERCUT

MAIN CORRIDOR

Limping along weakly, Chiana hears Crichton's shout.


CHIANA: Crichton!



She increases her pace as best she can, still clutching her wound. Entering a junction, another 'zombie' makes a jump for her and she falls backward, firing as the zombie flies over head, it's body continues to fly with the added impetus of pulse rifle fire. Chiana sits up quickly, gasping at the close call.


INTERCUT

MAIN CORRIDOR

Cricton continues wrestling with the 'zombie' attached to his back. He flings himself backward against a stack of storage containers, dislodging it. More converge on him as he lunges toward those holding D'Argo. Fighting them off hand to hand, he's briefly distracted by a near miss from a pulse rifle, and turns to see Chiana arriving. Another zombie latches onto his arm and he smashes it down with his fist.

Seeing he'll soon have distractions, Kaarvok ejects the long needle from his arm device, and with a whirring noise, buries the needle in D'Argo's forehead.

Crichton takes out another zombie, but he and Chiana are dragged to the floor as it collapses, they turn in time to see Kaarvok's needle extracting a white substance from D'Argo's skull, and watch horrified as he sticks the needle into a 'shunt' on his own head, injecting the substance. The five 'zombies' surrounding D'Argo's body wait in nervous anticipation.

In microts it's over. Kaarvok turns and leaves. Chiana scrambles around the floor for the lost pulse rifle as the 'zombies' turn their attention to D'Argo.

Retrieving the rifle, Chiana runs toward the group crowded around D'Argo and screaming, she fires randomly, they scatter, disappearing quickly. Chiana continues firing the rifle repeatedly, mostly into the air-- and screaming wildly.

Torn between stunned shock and disbelief, Crichton stands slowly as Chiana continues to fire and scream, finally turning his attention to her. She quiets, lowering the rifle, and he comes in close, grabbing her arms from behind and moving them both forward. He kneels behind her as she kneels over D'Argo, her words to him unheard. Crichton's hands brace her, or perhaps he braces himself on her.






END ACT I










ACT II





EXT. SPACE

Moya initiating Starburst. Luminous threads race along her body from tail to nose, the Starburst effect coalescing around and ahead of her nose, and she 'disappears'. (Whoo Hoo! New CGI. Is it just me? Or does it look like she's 'lost weight'? :) She looks 'longer and sleeker'. )

INTERCUT

COMMAND

Aeryn runs into command, taking a spot next to Rygel and Stark at the strategy table.


AERYN: Pilot! What's going on?

RYGEL: Starburst without any warning, for yotz' sake.

AERYN: But we've left Crichton and the others stranded.



Rygel looks a bit 'sickly'.


RYGEL: Votched up all my second lunch!


INTERCUT

EXT. SPACE

Moya exits the Starburst corona, her nose cone contracting. ( ooo, she's lookin' good folks! )


AERYN: It better be something good, Pilot.

PILOT: Moya was responding to a distress call.


INTERCUT

PILOT'S DEN




PILOT: Perhaps you can see for yourself.



Back on Command, Aeryn takes a look out the forward portal.


AERYN: Talyn.



Out the forward portal Talyn cruises by. (Stock CGI: "Mind The Baby")


AERYN: ( comm'ing ) Crais, come in, this is Aeryn. Crais? ( pause ) Pilot, there's no answer from Crais.

PILOT: Nor is Moya getting any answer from Talyn.


INTERCUT

EXT. SPACE

Leviathan transport enroute Moya to Talyn. (Stock CGI: "The Ugly Truth")


INTERCUT

INT. TALYN

Aeryn crosses into shot just outside half opened doors to Talyn's command. The ship's taken a beating, cabling dangles everywhere, red ribs are burned black here and there.


AERYN: What happened to you?

STARK: Aeryn, what do you see?

AERYN: He's been hit hard.

RYGEL: Pilot, any other ships in the area?

PILOT: Not that I can tell.



Aeryn, weapon drawn, cautiously approaches the half opened doors.


AERYN: Crais?



Seeing something inside, she shoulders the doors open and enters.


AERYN: Crais!



A brief sweep of eyes to ensure no immediate danger lurks and she holsters her weapon, crouching beside Crais, rolling him onto his back. He's unconcious, awful brusing over his left eye and temple. He's taken a beating as well.


INTERCUT

LEVIATHAN MAIN CORRIDOR

Crichton drags D'Argo's body along the floor, using a large cloth as a crude 'travois'. Chiana walks slowly beside his body, holding his hand as Crichton strains slowly along under the heavy load.


CHIANA: We have... we have to give him the death rites.

CRICHTON: ( grunting ) Yeah...

CHIANA: We have to give him...

CRICHTON: ... I'm sure there's a bunch of Oricans around here.

CHIANA: ... a proper...

CRICHTON: Damn it! We should'a stuck together. I wanted us to stick together. But he-- we--

CHIANA: No, no, no.

CRICHTON: ... both of us--

CHIANA: It's not your fault.

CRICHTON: We were too damn stubborn!



Angry, frustrated and tired he leaves off pulling the body, ranting at himself and D'Argo. Chiana, close to tears, tries to deflect his anger and guilt.


CHIANA: It's not your fault.

CRICHTON: Chiana! D'Argo is dead! Jool's god knows where... and we have been here bef--

CHIANA: No, we haven't...



Glancing around the darkened corridor, Crichton notices something further along, and in instant alarm slams Chiana against the wall, pressing close against her, his eyes focussed on the source of his alarm.

Chiana turns her head in that direction and sees two of the 'zombies' slash and then chew on cabling dangling from the walls of the corridor just ahead.


CHIANA: They're eating the ship.

CRICHTON: This is a Leviathan. It's like Moya. It's alive.



Crichton strips the pulse rifle from Chiana's hands and steps away from the wall for a better shot. Without Crichton's support, Chiana slumps to the floor as he picks off both of the 'zombies', his rage barely contained.

With nothing more to shoot at for now, Crichton bends down and hauls Chiana off the ground, she clings to him fearfully.



CHIANA: We have to get outta here. We have to... we have to get out of here.

CRICHTON: Yes, we do.



They both reach down, grabbing a corner of the cloth, and drag D'Argo's body around the corner of the passage-- away from the 'zombies' approaching slowly from behind them.


INTERCUT

LEVIATHAN TRANSPORT HANGAR

Jool stands at the foot of the transport's ladder, clutching a pulse rifle, need we say "fearfully"?


JOOL: Okay. Okay. I can do this. I can. I can do anything. That's what my father told me. That's what my mother told me... and I've never doubted them before.



Pacing tenatively from the Transport toward the Maintenance bay, she hops and shrieks briefly at a sudden noise.


JOOL: ( whimpering ) Maybe once or twice. But I shouldn't doubt them. I should believe in them. And I should... believe in myself.



The last word is a scream as she's startled by distant moaning.


JOOL: ( whimpering ) Oh, I don't think this is right, I shouldn't be here. I'm a civilized being. There's got to be someone here who recognizes that. I just need to find them.



Scared 'grotless', she takes little baby steps away from the wall. One step at a time, her voice a soft quaver.


JOOL: Hello? Hello?



The Maintenance Bay door swings wide, and Jool sees something outside that terrifies her. Next seen, she's prancing back to the transport. ( the BBQ wonders what happened 'between' that terrified look and the prancing run... hmmm)


INTERCUT

PILOT'S DEN

Crichton ensures the door to the Den is closed and secured, while Chi gets her first look at the Pilot.


CHIANA: Pilot? He's disarmed.

CRICHTON: Yeah.



Crichton crosses the walkway, approaching the Pilot moaning and quivering behind the console.


CRICHTON: All right, Pilot, Narium coils... where are they?



Without regard for the Pilot's ingrained fear, Crichton runs up to the console, bracing one foot against the slanted and warped surface.


CRICHTON: Yeah, yeah, yeah. I get it. I-I, you know, I get it. I come forward, you scream. I move back, et cetera, et cetera, et cetera. Pilot, I'm over it. You're gonna help me. You're gonna give me something, and you're gonna give it to me now!

PILOT: ( speaking in alien language )

CRICHTON: Talk to me... slowly.

PILOT: Th-this ship... Rovhu... was.. was... ahh ( speaks alien language )

CRICHTON: Slowly.

PILOT: Detention ship, prison ship... ship for ... for the... Kr... Krishool...

CRICHTON: What the hell is that?

CHIANA: The criminally insane.



Crichton's head swivels in Chiana's direction, taking in this information silently.


CHIANA: The criminally insane. We fix the transport pod; we get out of here.



Turning away from Pilot, Crichton takes a step toward Chiana.


CHIANA: We got 3k wire. That's a start at least.

CRICHTON: He controls the whole ship, Chiana. He's got the maintenance bay. He's got the doors. He's got the windows. He's got the smoke on the water!

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

CRICHTON: ( shouting ) The guy-- whatever, whoever, the one that killed D'Argo, Dr. Spike!

PILOT: Kaarvok.



Crichton turns abruptly back to Pilot.


PILOT: Kaarvok spike.

CRICHTON: Kaarvok-- that's his name?

PILOT: Bring Kaarvok... bring him back.

CRICHTON: What's a PK prison convoy doin' way out here in the Uncharted Territories?

PILOT: Peacekeeper convoy... ambush convoy...



Chiana pulls the cloth up, covering D'Argo's body.


PILOT: Scarrans ambush... we-- drifting... but not to Starburst-- not to go... nowhere to go...



A small vial in her crossed palms, she raises her hands above her head, murmuring a quiet sing-song prayer.


PILOT: ... no one helps. We... starve...

CRICHTON: What's the big fuss? Why the red carpet treatment?

PILOT: His power...



Unsealing the vial, she sprinkles something over the surface of the blanket.


CRICHTON: And the others, the other prisoners? What's their deal?

PILOT: There were no... other prisoners.



Not understanding that bit of information, Crichton turns to Chiana.


CRICHTON: Chiana?



He steps down from the console and takes a few steps toward her.


CRICHTON: Chiana.

CHIANA: They'll never get to him now.



He walks to her, kneeling behind her, taking her arm in his hands.


CHIANA: Never ever.



Chi leans back against him as the material covering D'Argo's body bursts into flames. They both carefully roll the body off the walkway and into the chasm below. He holds her in his arms, rocking her gently as they watch their friends body fall into darkness.


INTERCUT



Another ominous shot of Kaarvok as he fiddles with his control device.


INTERCUT

PILOT'S DEN

Both Chi and John approach the Pilot's console.


CHIANA: They had a whole prison ship for one prisoner?

CRICHTON: What about all this other vermin we're seein'? The hungry-hungry-hippies?



Crichton climbs up onto the console again, kneeling in front of the Pilot. Chiana stands behind him.


PILOT: Peacekeepers.

CRICHTON: Peacekeepers?

PILOT: They were Peacekeepers. All of them.



Behind them a door swings open and a rush of air fills the chamber. Crichton is flung backward forcefully, Chiana's body follows shortly after, screaming.


CRICHTON: Whoa!

CHIANA: Pilot!



Crichton hits the floor hard near the open doorway, then reaches out with one arm to catch Chiana as she slides across the walk way, her body colliding with him and sending them both crashing into the wall of the outside corridor.


PILOT: He's venting the chamber!



The door into the Pilot's Den swings shut, cutting off the force of the wind. Crichton climbs unsteadily to his knees as Kaarvok approaches them.


KAARVOK: I wish you wouldn't talk about me behind my back.



Crichton lunges for Kaarvok. Getting a strong backhand to the jaw, Crichton drops to the floor, stunned.

Kaarvok turns toward Chiana. She leaps up trying to run, but he hauls her back by the hair. Crichton crawls to his feet behind them, as Kaarvok tosses Chiana to the floor hard. He turns back to Crichton in time to deliver another hard backhand across the jaw. Crichton hits the floor again.

Chiana scoots backward, then staggers to her feet, running as best she can on a slippery floor. Kaarvok follows her, leaving an unconscious Crichton, face down on the deck.

Chiana reaches another access door, but it refuses to open for her.


CHIANA: No... No!



Looking back, she see's Kaarvok closing, so she abandons that door and runs to the next.


CHIANA: No! No!



Reaching the next door, just a short distance away, she pounds on it frantically.


CHIANA: Help!



Unable to get out, she turns to face Kaarvok. He gazes at her for a moment, then hits her with the 'energy ball'. The same large opague ball encases her. It seems to shrink slightly, and then divide like a really big single cell, then 'spits' out two Chiana's on the floor next to the door.

'Both' Chianas look dazed, and shake their heads in 'exactly' the same way. Finally each registering the other's presence, they scream!




END ACT II










ACT III





CORRIDOR

Both Chianas continue to scream, and scramble away from each other.


CHIANA: ( both ) Frell!



Kaarvok looks from one to the other, then fixing his eyes on his 'selection' retrieves a Chiana from the floor, holding her firmly with one hand. The other Chiana makes a break for it, but she looks back and the captive Chiana reaches out to her, pleading with her.


CHIANA: Help me!



Chiana runs back to help 'herself', but stops short as Kaarvok ejects the long needle from the control device, hesitating within a fingers breadth of her 'doppleganger'.


CHIANA: ( screaming ) Help me!



Chiana runs away as Kaarvok 'buries the needle'. ( okay, this is pretty gross. TV 14 for Violence. eww )


INTERCUT

TALYN'S COMMAND




RYGEL: ( laughing ) No. You are not taking him back to Moya.



Aeryn has an unconscious Crais in a sitting position, back braced against the wall.


AERYN: He is still alive, Rygel.

RYGEL: We can fix that.



Rygel removes the neural transponder from Crais' neck, the ship immediately reacts to this disconnection, shuddering all around them.


AERYN: What are you...? Give me the transponder. The ship is shutting down! Give it back.



The ship continues to shudder and rock heavily.


AERYN: Rygel. Now!



Rygel hands her the transponder.


RYGEL: That's what we're hoping for.



Aeryn 'plugs' the transponder back in Crais' neck, and the ship slowly quiets.


AERYN: Look, if you want to have it out with Moya you can go right ahead.

RYGEL: Listen, you bartantic bitch. Talyn's supposedly the meanest, deadliest, all time yave-of-the-yuvo (::state-of-the-art::) fighter-ship. But somebody, something... beat the yotz out of him, and when they come back to finish him off... we'll be here with him. Unarmed!

AERYN: And if we can keep him alive, we might find out what happened.

RYGEL: In another arn or two it won't matter. Let's go, while we still can.


INTERCUT

CORRIDOR OUTSIDE PILOT'S DEN

Crichton slowly recovers consciousness, staggering to his feet, a strand of wire tangled in his fingers. ( And here I need to say... filthy rating: Five Star. Fifth ep in a row where "Crichton needs a bath" springs immediately to mind! Just 'nothin' wrong with that! )


CRICHTON: Chiana!



He staggers blindly to the first door, pounding on it once. Turning about, he continues to call out as he walks the corridor, winding the wire around his right hand for safe keeping.


CRICHTON: Chiana!



Glancing down a branching corridor, he calls out again.


CRICHTON: Chiana!


INTERCUT

LEVIATHAN CORRIDOR

Crichton runs into another branch in the corridor, glancing around he spots a light flashing against an open door to his right and runs in that direction. In yet another branch, he glances toward the light souce, seeing a number of 'zombies' clustered on the floor some distance away. He makes out a blur of white hair that seems to be the center of their attention.


CRICHTON: Chiana!



At a full run, Crichton charges down the corridor, screaming as the zombies drag her body out of sight, a door sealing itself between them and one singularly enraged human.


CRICHTON: Let her go...!



Crichton flings himself against the closed door, pounding on it with fists and elbows, flinging his body against it.


CRICHTON: Chiana!



Crichton's shouts echo down empty corridors of a dying ship.


CRICHTON: ( echoing ) Chiana!


INTERCUT

EXT. SPACE

The dying Leviathan, half in the shadow of the asteroid. John's screams echo here as well.


INTERCUT

INT. LEVIATHAN

Chiana runs back through a familiar corridor, a couple of zombies actually running away from her, such is her frenzy. Finally collapsing on the floor, resting against a non-descript container. She frantically and disjointedly tries to reassure herself.


CHIANA: Okay. Okay... come on... come.... Okay...okay. Two Chianas. ( whimpers ) Two... she... she... and me. Yeah. I'm me. Mm-hm. She... she was just a clone. A clone, so... I'm the real me? I'm the real me.


INTERCUT

PILOT'S DEN

Crichton's back in Pilot's Den. He's standing on the bridge walkway, gazing out over the open space.


CRICHTON: D'Argo's dead. Chiana's dead.



The Pilot watches him blankly from behind the console.


CRICHTON: Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah, I can feel it.



Gearing up under the stress, the 'manic'-Crichton starts emerging again. Well... no guts, no glory.


CRICHTON: That sick, Hammer Horror son of a bitch, he's gonna be suckin' my brains through a sippy-straw and it ain't makin' me feel comfortable! Now, see-- I head for the transport pod, and he runs me down like a sick lizard or... we take back control...



Crichton turns and walks toward the Pilot.


PILOT: No...

CRICHTON: We patch your ass back in...

PILOT: ...no...

CRICHTON: ... we vent the chambers...

PILOT: ... no ...

CRICHTON: ... and suck his ass out into space!

PILOT: ... no, no, no.

CRICHTON: Pilot, Pilot, Pilot. You listen to me.

PILOT: ... no.

CRICHTON: We can do this. We find Jool, we take back control! You an' me, buddy. Good things are gonna happen. Good things!


INTERCUT



Kaarvok strolls down a corridor, turning to enter a cell as the doors swing open ahead of him. He's greeted by familiar sounding snarls of rage accompanied by the clashing of chains. Kaarvok stops in the open doorway.


KAARVOK: Are you comfortable in there?



More snarls from an extremely pissed source, Kaarvok takes one step into the cell, the doors close behind him.


KAARVOK: Oh, do settle. You're being very angry.



Inside the cell, D'Argo, effectively restrained by chains, quivers with anger.


D'ARGO: What have you done to me?

KAARVOK: D'Argo, I saved you from the Xarai. You know, they're completely uncivilized.

D'ARGO: What have you done with Chiana?

KAARVOK: Chiana...?

D'ARGO: The Nebari!

KAARVOK: They gray girl. Yes. Very, very, very, very nice.



D'Argo growls.


KAARVOK: Really. Very nice. Were you close?

D'ARGO: What have you done with her?!

KAARVOK: I haven't done anything. Last I heard, she was having her best bits eaten by the Xarai.



D'Argo snarls, his lunge toward Kaarvok foreshortened by the chains.


KAARVOK: As I said, they're uncivilized. It's you I'm more concerned about.

D'ARGO: What have you done with me? I saw...

KAARVOK: Yes? You saw...? What did you see? ... Another D'Argo?

D'ARGO: You cloned me.

KAARVOK: Not the word "clone", please. I doubled you. I... "twinned" you. Two D'Argos. Equal... and original. And tasty. I've never twinned a Luxan before.

D'ARGO: Why me?

KAARVOK: We're going to make babies.



Kaarvok turns to exit the cell, D'Argo watching him go, exquisite confusion on his face.


INTERCUT

STOREROOM

Chiana rifles through a storeroom, flinging bits of techno crap everywhere.


CHIANA: Chiana in two.



She pauses slightly in her frantic search, falling backward. On her back on the floor, Chi examines her wound quickly... muttering to herself.


CHIANA: Two... two of me. Two... forked!



Rolling to her knees, she digs into another box, pulling crap out and discarding it just as quickly.


CHIANA: He copies you. That's what he does.



In the bottom of the box, she finds what she's looking for, but sees something else on top of another crate. Crawling to that crate she picks up another gyro-sensor, comparing the two identical pieces of equipment.


CHIANA: Two Chianas. ( giggles ) Think... think.


INTERCUT

PILOT'S DEN, Below Deck

Below the Pilot's station, Crichton works at making necessary connections.


CRICHTON: Kaarvok must've found a way to patch himself into Rovhu.

PILOT: Forced control system. Insta security of the Peacekeepers.

CRICHTON: Yeah, but she's still alive.

PILOT: Not conscious... life. Tertiary life support.



Crichton makes another connection, and above him, Pilot howls in pain.


CRICHTON: You feel that?!

PILOT: It's uh... Crichton... can't work... the console.

CRICHTON: I'm comin' up!



Crichton climbs the 'ladder' back to Pilot's level.


INTERCUT



D'Argo snarls and yanks on the restraining chains, as Kaarvok reappears outside the closed cell door.


KAARVOK: I can double you again. And again. And again. Look at the Peacekeepers.

D'ARGO: What Peacekeepers?

KAARVOK: All over the ship. The Xarai, I call them. Private joke. I once had a tame vangern called Xarai. As you can see, once you've been twinned thirty or fourty times... you're not much good for conversation. Not that you're especially witty right now.



A muted whimpering growl from something out of sight continues over their conversation, and something tugs at a rope Kaarvok holds in one hand. Kaarvok impatiently glances at whatever it is.


KAARVOK: Hold still!



The cell door swings open.


D'ARGO: I can help you get off this ship.

KAARVOK: Why should I want to do that?

D'ARGO: Because this ship is dying. It's rotting to pieces all around you.

KAARVOK: This is my home. All I need is more, what... food? Family? Is there a difference?



Kaarvok ponders the question briefly.


KAARVOK: D'Argo... you know how painful it is. I'm willing to spare you the pain of a whole half-cycle. As long as you breed for me.

D'ARGO: Breed? With what?

KAARVOK: D'Argo... meet Belima.



Kaarvok pulls on the rope, drawing a wildly feral 'Peacekeeper female' into the room.


KAARVOK: I-I'm sorry... I... I think I twinned her... a little too often.



D'Argo eyes the snarling chick with serious misgivings, she doesn't seem 'too' inconvenience by the idea.

Abruptly, the scene is interrupted by the sound of the Leviathan's dormant engines flaring to life. Kaarvok, looking a bit angered, clips Belima's 'leash' to D'Argo's chains, and exits the cell.


INTERCUT

PILOT'S DEN




PILOT: Rovhu has no power enough. Takes time to charge.

CRICHTON: Still nothin'.

PILOT: No, can't even... lights, no use.

CRICHTON: Pilot, don't give up here. You're all I've got, you understand that? I need you big boy, and you need me. Come on!



Crichton climbs back down the ladder, returning to continue making useful connections.


CRICHTON: ( softly ) Central plexus cable. Central... plexus cable.



In the Pilot's Den, the door swings slowly open.


PILOT: Crichton!



Crichton climbs the ladder quickly.


PILOT: No!



As Crichton quickly climbs the ladder, an abrupt, harsh noise, cuts off Pilot's screams.

At the top, Crichton climbs out onto the Pilot's deck. The Pilot is hunched slightly forward, eyes closed. A heavy metal bar protruding from the protective carapace.




END ACT III










ACT IV





MOYA, Command



AERYN: It's quite simple, Rygel. I'm taking the pod and I'm collecting the others.

RYGEL: Take plenty of food with you. They'll be nothing here when you return.

AERYN: I'll be back within the arn.

RYGEL: You're leaving us chained to Talyn! Crawling along at hetch three!

AERYN: Towing him... is the only way.

RYGEL: By yotz! We should be Starbursting!

AERYN: We can't Starburst. You know we can't.

RYGEL: We can.



Aeryn takes a few menacing steps back toward Rygel. An especially dangerous look in her eyes.


AERYN: If you try anything when I am gone... whatever you have in the place of mivonks, and wherever they are... they will be gone... when I get back.



With one quick, equally serious look at Stark, she turns and leaves.


RYGEL: We give her 300 microts. Then we cut ourselves free from Talyn and we Starburst.

STARK: Talyn will recover. Crais may not.



Rygel looks back at Stark, considering his words.


STARK: I suspect that now is not the right moment to abscond.


INTERCUT

ROVHU TRANSPORT HANGAR

Jool sits on the transport pod steps, clutching the pulse rifle. Still alive, but very very frightened.


INTERCUT

ROVHU PILOT'S DEN

Standing in front of the dead Pilot, John manipulates the controls himself.


CRICHTON: Come on, damn it, John. You remember the sequence. You know the sequence. Remember the damn sequence. You know what you're doin' here. Come on.


INTERCUT



Kaarvok glances round him as the ship continues powering up. Raising his hand, he 'ejects' the needle from the control device.


INTERCUT

EXT. SPACE, ROVHU

The lights along the hull of the Leviathan brighten substantially.


INTERCUT

ROVHU CORRIDOR

Chiana darts down a corridor, noting the changes in the ship all around her. Turning a corner in a junction, she stops abruptly and darts to the side, concealing herself behind a stack of equipment as Kaarvok and some of the 'zombies' walk past. ( And danged if it don't look like 'Resident Evil' hehe )


INTERCUT

ROVHU PILOT'S DEN

Crichton touches the end of the metal rod that pierces the dead Pilot's 'skull'. He's pretty much out of allies at this point.


CRICHTON: ( shouting ) Hey, Kaarvok! It's just you and me now.



Crichton presses a final control, then climbs back up onto his knees on the console.


CRICHTON: What do you say we meet for some coffee or somethin'?



Oh, god, he's really pissed, eyes glittering with anger, he stands on the control console, taking a few steps across the surface.


CRICHTON: I'm sure we got lots of stuff we could talk about.



Taking a position, standing in front of the dead Pilot, he faces outward, shouting like an insane DJ.


CRICHTON: We'll cook you up somethin' special, K-Man. It's gonna take a little while. We're gonna hit you with some Starburst Supreme!


INTERCUT

ROVHU COORIDOR

Chiana creeps quietly down the corridor, having taken an 'opposite' direction from that taken by Kaarvok.

Hearing a muted gasp, she cocks her head with curious disbelief and heads in the direction of the noise.




CHIANA: D'Argo!



Chiana's eyes fix on the occupants of the cell. D'Argo standing in chains with the feral Peacekeeper female hanging on him.


D'ARGO: Ah... um.... Help me.



Belima continues licking his face, then drops slowly down and out of sight while D'Argo quivers and gasps quietly.


D'ARGO: Ah, um. Ah, ah... um...



Chiana moves to a storage locker, snapping the doors open, then casting her gaze back over her shoulder to the mightily inconvenienced Luxan.


CHIANA: Are you sure you... I'm not interrupting something?

D'ARGO: Chiana... just hurry up!



D'Argo yelps and quivers.


CHIANA: Okay.



Rooting through the storage locker, Chiana pulls out a pulse pistol, shoving it into her belt.


CHIANA: 'Cause you know... I-I could just leave you there if- if you want... it's no trouble.

D'ARGO: No, no, no. Hurry, hurry, hurry. Oh!



Turning back to the storage locker she retrieves real gems from her search. She turns and displays them for D'Argo.


CHIANA: Narium coils!



Okay, he just doesn't care! Continuing to quake, mainly terrified as Belima makes little yipping noises from somewhere below his waist. hehe.


CHIANA: I'm coming.



Chi turns back to the storage locker, tucking the coils into a pouch at her hip. Next she pulls D's Qualta Rifle from the locker.


CHIANA: Okay.



Chi blasts a set of chains from the ceiling and D'Argo's hands are released. He gasps in relief.


D'ARGO: Thank you.



Chi aims the rifle lower, where Belima cowers on the floor.


D'ARGO: Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh! Chains.

CHIANA: That's where I was aimin'.



She raises the rifle again, blasing another set of chains, releasing both D'Argo and Belima. Belima growls and scurries out of the cell.


INTERCUT

CORRIDOR

D'Argo and Chiana walk rapidly down a corridor, entering a junction.


D'ARGO: Where's Crichton?

CHIANA: I don't know. We got separated. Maintenance Bay's this way.

D'ARGO: Where did you get separated?

CHIANA: D'Argo... we got the stuff we need, okay? We got the 3k, we-we-we got nar--



Chi cuts herself off at D'Argo's look, relenting.


D'ARGO: Pilot's Den. Come on, this way.



Chi heads in the direction of Pilot's Den, but D'Argo stops her.


D'ARGO: No, I'll go search for him, you go back.

CHIANA: No way. I am not gonna split up.

D'ARGO: Chiana, go get the transport pod ready.

CHIANA: ( softly ) Please, please, please.

D'ARGO: Give me a quarter of an arn, and I'll meet you there.



D'Argo heads off to search for the missing, leaving Chiana standing in the junction, alone again.


INTERCUT

PILOT'S DEN

Kaarvok enters though the partially opened doorway. Crichton stands on the other side of the console, next to the dead Pilot, greeting his 'guest'. The sound of the engines powering up continues to slowly build.


CRICHTON: Kaarvey! What's that I hear? Is that...



Crichton cocks his head, one hand cupped to his ear.


CRICHTON: Starburst?

KAARVOK: We can't Starburst. We're in a control collar.

CRICHTON: Oh, yes, we can Starburst. Just means this whole ship is toast.



Kaarvok flings up one arm and a small energy ball darts toward Crichton. He ducks behind the console, popping up again after it passes overhead.


CRICHTON: Schmick light show, baby. You wanna try that again?



Crichton makes a 'come hither' gesture with both hands.


CRICHTON: Bring it on.


INTERCUT

TRANSPORT POD

Jool has retreated inside the transport pod, she's completely terrorized, jumping at every slight noise. She holds the rifle, the muzzle leaning against her forehead.


JOOL: ( whimpering ) Okay... this is the best way. This is going to be quick, and it's gonna hurt a whole lot less than being eaten!



Jool fires just as Chi enters. Incredibly, Jool misses herself, the pulse from the rifle blasts just past her forehead and 'ricochets' across the cabin. Chi ducks and Jool shrieks!

The energy from the pulse blast and Jool's scream dissapates and Chi sighs at Jool.


CHIANA: Still haven't learned how to use it.

JOOL: ( sobbing ) I nearly shot myself with a pulse rifle!



The transport shakes heavily, battered by the shuddering of the Leviathan's building energies.


CHIANA: What the frell?



Chi moves to install the 'purloined' parts.


INTERCUT

PILOT'S DEN




KAARVOK: This ship won't Starburst. It's not strong enough.

CRICHTON: Maybe she just needs to recharge.



Kaarvok lunges toward Crichton, who leaps up onto the console. Doing a fairly short end run across the top of the console, his boot lashes out to kick Kaarvok in the face. Kaarvok intercepts Crichton's foot with both hands and heaves him backward. Crichton falls on his back on the console.


INTERCUT

EXT. SPACE, ROVHU

The Starburst effect initiates at the Leviathan's tail, but from there-- goes wrong. The force travelling up the the Leviathan's body is followed by numerous explosions, fragmenting the vessel.


INTERCUT

PILOT'S DEN

Several of the Xarai crouch in the Den watching Crichton grapple with their 'food source'. Kaarvok tosses Crichton face down on the console, then hauls him over onto his back. Ejecting the needle from his arm he falls on Crichton, attempting to skewer him. Crichton grabs his arm, struggling to hold him back.


CRICHTON: I don't think so, brain-sucker. I can arrange my own death.


INTERCUT

TRANSPORT POD

Chiana works at the repairs. Jool keeps a terror filled eye out.


JOOL: Hurry up, Chiana.

CHIANA: I'm goin' as fast as I can.

JOOL: Hurry!


INTERCUT

D'Argo walks down a corridor, searching-- calling out.


D'ARGO: John!


INTERCUT



Flat on his back on the console, still holding Kaarvok's needle from his neck, John decides it's a good time for conversation.


CRICHTON: What the hell are you still doin' here, Kaarvey?

KAARVOK: Others will come. More and more of you will come. To me. My... family. My farmland... my, my... perfect... perfect dish!


INTERCUT



D'Argo circles around in a junction, potentially lost, he shouts loudly, his voice echoing down the corridors.


D'ARGO: Crichton!


INTERCUT



Both Crichton and Kaarvok hear the distant voice.


CRICHTON: D'Argo!



Crichton pushes Kaarvok's arm aside, slipping his head aside as the needle buries itself into the console. He rolls out from under Kaarvok, landing on the floor among the Xarai.


CRICHTON: Hey, kids! It's dinnertime!



Kaarvok struggles to pull the needle from the console, but it is firmly stuck. The Xarai close in on Kaarvok, sensing an available meal. Power from the console feeds back into the control device strapped to his arm, it begins to distend and warp under the assault.


CRICHTON: And it's finger-lickin' good!



The Xarai leap on Kaarvok's back, he flings them off with his one free arm. The device on his arm begins an odd 'overload' process, reddish energy tendrils burst from the device. Crichton turns to flee, but halfway across the bridge one of the tendrils strikes him and he is immediately encased in a large opaque bubble.


INTERCUT

EXT. SPACE

Rovhu's Starburst effect continues to decimate the vessel.


INTERCUT



Still charging down a corridor, explosions all around, D'Argo continues searching.


D'ARGO: John! John, can you hear me?! John!

CRICHTON: D'Argo!

D'ARGO: Are you okay?



Another explosion erupts behind Crichton.


CRICHTON: Yeah, we'll talk about it later, come on!



Pushing D'Argo ahead of him, they run toward the Maintenance Bay.


INTERCUT

MAINTENANCE BAY

Jool stands waiting halfway between the pod and the Maintenance Bay.

Crichton leads the way as he and D'Argo run into the Hangar Bay, the doors sliding slowly closed.



CRICHTON: Jool, you're alive.

JOOL: Come on, hurry up! Chiana, let's go!

CRICHTON: Chiana!



Crichton looks up toward the pod, and he and D'Argo walk past Jool, they all head toward the transport. Crichton's halfway up the pod steps when an unexpected voice stops them all.


CRICHTON: Hold the door!



Crichton squeezes between the almost sealed hangar bay doors.


CRICHTON: Jool, you're alive!



D'Argo looks at him blankly, Jool's mouth just hangs open in shock. Crichton's gaze shoots up and locks onto an identical gaze from Crichton as he stands, half turned on the pod steps. Both their heads tilt in that, "oh I just don't believe 'this" manner... watching each other silently.


INTERCUT

EXT. SPACE

The force of the explosions along the hull of the Leviathan finally tear it apart, severing it at the control collar. The Transport Pod arcs away from the doomed ship as it tears itself in half.


INTERCUT

INT. TRANSPORT POD

Crichton sits at the side of the cabin while Chi pilots the pod, D'Argo in the seat beside her.


CHIANA: Come on... come on, you piece of junk!



Crichton appears at D'Argo's shoulder, watching Crichton sitting across from him. He glances at D'Argo, then back to himself. Crichton turns away with a slight shake of his head.




END ACT IV










EPILOGUE





EXT. SPACE

Moya and Talyn linked by umbilical in a stock CGI from LGM3, although this time the nutrients flow toward Talyn.


INTERCUT

MOYA, Medical Bay

Stark and D'Argo, with Chiana on the table between them.


D'ARGO: It was over in a flash. No more than a tenth of a microt. But I saw it. I saw... myself. Another me.

STARK: Do you remember the actual moment.

D'ARGO: No, I don't remember anything except... it was a corpse.

CHIANA: It was just a copy. A fake.

D'ARGO: I keep telling myself that, but then... this Crichton-- and Kaarvok... he said that he'd created two "equal and original."

CHIANA: Boll-yotz. Kaarvok was full of it.

D'ARGO: But how do you know that I am not the copy? Maybe the real D'Argo is dead?

CHIANA: Because you just know! You know. Frell.


INTERCUT

MOYA, Command

John Crichton sits across from himself at the Strategy Table, a continuous and silent game of "Rock, Paper, Scissors" over the surface of the table. A game neither can win, as they continously fling the same result without so much as glancing at the other.

They stop momentarily, Crichton sighs, stroking a thumb across his eyebrow just below an abraison that is duplicated on the face across the table. With movements identical to his 'twin', his hand wanders from his eyebrow to press a thumb against his lips... his mind unable to come up with any definitive conclusions.

Glancing up and back at each other, in unspoken agreement, they begin the game again. Stalemate, after stalemate. Their movements-- and grim expressions-- identical.

Aeryn appears from the side corridor, and stands next to Rygel. They both observe as the game continues in silence. Neither Crichton as much as looks at the other, each 'knowing' the other too well to 'win'.



AERYN: How is... he?

RYGEL: Still tied.



Sitting across the table from each other, but not face to face. Neither wants to see or believe what's happening. They continue the futile game without looking at the result. Their eyes slide to the side, identical gaze locking on the others. Both grimly-- hideously-- unhappy.


KAARVOK: [V.O.] "I doubled you. I... twinned you. Equal... and original."



Final shot freezes on the stalemate.






FREEZE & FADE TO BLACK












ROLL ENDING CREDITS













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