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Ben Browder Claudia Black Anthony Simcoe Virginia Hey Gigi Edgley |
Commander John Crichton Officer Aeryn Sun Ka D'Argo Pa'u Zotoh Zhaan Chiana |
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Ben Browder Ben Browder |
'Future Crichton' 'Caveman' Crichton |
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Teleplay by: Grant McAloon Who also wrote: | |
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Story by: Gabrielle Stanton & Harry Werksman, Jr. Who also wrote: | |
Director: Catherine Millar Who also directed: | |
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Created by: Rockne S. O'Bannon | |
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| CO-EXECUTIVE PRODUCERS: |
Richard Manning Naren Shankar |
| PRODUCED BY: | Sue Milliken |
| TELEPLAY BY: | Grant McAloon |
| STORY BY: | Gabrielle Stanton & Harry Werksman, Jr. |
| DIRECTED BY: | Catherine Millar |
| 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: | Suresh Ayyar |
| 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 |
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NOTES FROM THE TRANSCRIBER (MY THREE CRICHTONS VERSION): Okay, I know it may be a bit confusing but, technically it's not my fault. Within the transcript, the lines are credited thus: CRICHTON: John Crichton, Future Version aka 'Future Crichton'And this is just mostly because it's all in how I personally... view the characterization. It's a long psychological process involving how my brain works and we just don't want to go there! Plus, it doesn't hurt that I 'hate' that 'Future Crichton' ... 'Caveman Crichton' crap, okay? Hey! I'm using the word: "hate" here... okay? Anyway, it should be 'painfully clear' who's speaking/acting anyway, thanks to frelling awesome writing. So... sit back... enjoy... It's My Three Crichtons! All Crichton, All The Time! Plus! ... Shirtless Crichton! What more could you ask for?! Let's go! COLD OPENMOYA, Maintenance Bay Aeryn leans into the cockpit of the Farscape module. She uses a welding torch to cut through the connections on a part inside and yanks it out. She carries the part over to the prowler and begins the process of connecting the part inside the cockpit of the prowler. Unsurprisingly, this is the moment Crichton chooses to arrive, quickening his pace as he gets the sense that something is awry. CRICHTON: What are you doin'?Aeryn continues working. AERYN: Prowler needs one of those Moya propulsor control units...Crichton smirks and steps up on the step ladder behind her, the better to intimidate and persuade I guess... CRICHTON: I know someone who will soon be under attack if they don't...Aeryn, looks back over her shoulder at Crichton, and on hearing Pilot's voice, gives us the most 'amazing' look ... like Crichton's been caught by the teacher, and is about to get reemed! ( LOL!) CRICHTON: ... Yes, Mr. Bad News?Crichton's 'playful' mood evaporates, he nods and points over Aeryn's shoulder into the Prowler. CRICHTON: You were right. Put it in.INTERCUT MOYA, Command Zhaan moves to a control console, examining the readings. PILOT: Zhaan, can you see it?INTERCUT EXT. SPACE A small orb of light tracks Moya as she tries to evade it, sweeping ahead of her with ease. Moya's outer skin ripples like a pool of water as the orb 'dives' through it and into the vessel. INTERCUT MOYA, Main Passage D'Argo staggers as Moya shudders under the force of the orbs entry. D'ARGO: What do you mean it's 'inside' Moya?!INTERCUT MOYA, Command ZHAAN: It's moving too fast to track, Pilot!Zhaan's attention is drawn away from the console by a low humming noise. Looking up she sees the small orb hovering nearby. It hovers over her, examining her closely. Chiana runs into command in time to witness the orbs benign examination of Zhaan. The orb darts toward the Nebari, hovering there fractionally before moving into the passage. INTERCUT MOYA, MAIN PASSAGE The orb tracks rapidly down Moya's main passages, the vibrating hum all pervasive. Encountering D'Argo beyond a curve in the passage, the orb halts it's progress to give the Luxan the once over. Abandoning that examination, the orb darts down and through the deck, into a passage on a lower deck, following that passage into the Maintenance Bay. CRICHTON: Pilot, you there?Aeryn turns, immediately noting the presence of the orb, just behind and above Crichton's head. AERYN: Crichton.Seeing the direction of her focus, he turns. CRICHTON: What?The glow of the orb illuminates his features, the vibrating hum intensifying as it examines him briefly. His eyes follow it as it hovers directly over his head, he turns slowly back toward Aeryn who is maneuvering for a clear shot, her hand on the pistol at her hip. The orb now hovers directly over his head. CRICHTON: ( whispering ) Aeryn.Aeryn pulls the weapon and takes careful aim. CRICHTON: ( whispering ) Aim high. But shoot it.Aeryn fires, striking the orb dead center. Crichton is jolted by the energy flare of the orb, he seems to be pressed downward as the orb enlarges directly over his head. CRICHTON: Aeryn!Aeryn holsters the pistol and runs to the Prowler, as Crichton drops slowly to his knees beneath the still expanding orb. She climbs half into the prowler, energizing it's weapons. AERYN: Come on, come on.The edge of the energy wave engulfs Crichton's head as the prowlers cannons fire. The Maintenance Bay is rocked by dual explosions. The energy of the cannons does nothing more than solidify the energy of the orb. Where Crichton had knelt beneath the decending orb, now sits a large green 'blob' which has sunk partially through the deck of the Maintenance Bay. AERYN: Crichton.Moya's deck rocks unsteadily as Aeryn climbs down from the Prowler and walks toward the green sphere. AERYN: Crichton! END COLD OPENROLL OPENING CREDITSMy 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 IMOYA, Maintenance Bay Aeryn still stands in front of the sphere, her pistol drawn and pointed at the sphere when D'Argo arrives. The orb, now a large glowing green sphere, continues to emit a heavy vibrating hum, it also now expels a persistent white smoke or mist, adding to the overall creepy quality. D'ARGO: Whoa! What the hezmana is that, and where's Crichton? INTERCUT MOYA, Main Passage RYGEL: Can someone please tell me what the yotz I'm looking at?INTERCUT MOYA, Maintenance Bay AERYN: Don't go near it, Rygel.The activity from the sphere increases dramatically, rocking heavily, it begins to glow brighter, the vibrating hum increases... discharging an increased amount of mist. AERYN: Pilot?!Not needing Pilot to cause him to exercise caution, D'Argo has already placed a hand on Aeryn's arm, urging her away from the sphere. As they back away, the vessel is rocked forcefully, and they sprawl to the ground. A bright flash of energy discharge and Crichton is propelled through the top of the orb like a bottle rocket, flailing arms and legs in the air, he hits the deck and rolls toward D'Argo and Aeryn, ending on his side, his body drawn into a fetal position, hands over his face, knees drawn to elbows. Clambering to his feet, D'Argo draws his Qualta Blade as the sphere discharges another form which hurtles into the Luxan, driving them both to the floor. The large hairy 'critter' shoulders D'Argo away and bursts out the door, the Luxan close on his heels. Aeryn crouches behind an unmoving Crichton, holding him with both hands. INTERCUT MOYA, Main Passage D'Argo, Qualta blade drawn, pursues the hairy 'critter'. Chiana darting down an adjoining passage, turns the corner and collides with his substantial body. CHIANA: Whoa! D'Argo! What-what the frell's happen--D'Argo races off after the 'critter'. INTERCUT MOYA, Maintenance Bay Zhaan stands in front of the large glowing sphere, eyes closed, palms extended, doing a 'Delvian Thing'. Crichton sits on the deck a short distance away, arms and legs crossed. Aeryn kneels behind him, bracing him, rocking him gently, holding his arms while he shivers slightly, hands shaking randomly; still slightly incoherent and confused from his 'trip' through the orb. CRICHTON: I got sucked into that?Zhaan turns away from the orb, moving back toward John, but notes something on the floor and bends down to examine it. AERYN: You were inside it. You don't remember anything?Zhaan looks up from the floor and reaching out with one hand, touches John on the side of the neck, looking at him closely, then looks back to the floor. AERYN: Well you're going to have to focus a little bit more for me, John. I need to know. Did you see anything... anyone inside there?Zhaan's hand comes away from the floor, her blue finger painted brightly red with blood. CRICHTON: No... there was ah... light... I remember light.Crichton works on getting to his feet, without much success. ZHAAN: John, you're in no condition!Crichton manages to roll onto his hands and knees, but even with Aeryn's arms wrapped around his chest and tugging he can't-quite-stand. Chiana enters, eyes and mouth agape. CRICHTON: No, no, I'm okay, I just need a gun.Chiana bends down and peers into Crichton's face. CHIANA: What happened to you?Having made it all the way up to one foot and one knee, John collapses to the floor again with a grunt, pulling Aeryn with him. AERYN: You all right? INTERCUT MOYA, Main Passage D'Argo continues his hunt for the 'critter', his Qualta blade slung back over his shoulder. D'ARGO: Well, I don't care how busy they are. I need more DRDs! INTERCUT MOYA, Zhaan's Lab Zhaan peers at something through her 'microscope'. Crichton, sitting on a table, a large bright light shining on him, gets 'grilled' by Chiana, while Aeryn drapes a heavy blanket over his shoulders, and he pulls it tightly around him. CHIANA: I don't get it, okay? How could that little tiny light turn into this... thing... and then suck you up and then spit out not only you, but...Chiana darts out as Zhaan is turning from her lab table. She walks toward John holding a small sample dish, a puzzled look on her features. ZHAAN: This can't be right.Crichton nods vacantly. CRICHTON: This is where it gets good... right? ( sighs heavily ) INTERCUT MOYA, Crichton's Quarters Chiana enters quietly, mindful of a potential lurking 'critter'. She circles around the bed, pulling open the folds of the heavy black coat hanging on a rack against the wall. Aforementioned lurking 'critter' hops quietly onto the bed beside her. Turning her head she see's it and 'shrieks'! Darting back around the bed, she tries to flee the room but he grabs her, hurling her back across the room. The critter takes a step toward her, crouched low, using hands against the floor as well to propel himself forward. Chiana gets to her feet, staying crouched low as well, she's pretty well terrorized, as the creature in front of her grunts and growls, struggling to form words. CHIANA: Please... whatever... whatever you want.Chiana cocks her head at the creature, curiosity overcoming her fear momentarily, listening closely to the deep, grating voice he struggles make her understand something. JOHN: Chiana...Struggling with words which are more carefully formed growls, than easily spoken syllables, yet the meaning is painfully clear. JOHN: ...me... Jo... ( grunts ) ... me... John...Struck by an idea, John moves to the mirror, tapping knuckles against the IASA identification. CHIANA: What are you?!Tapping the ID's again, John spots his reflection in the mirror and growls savagely. This is more than she can take-- Chiana screams and bolts for the door. Catching her easily, he flings her backward onto the bed. With a big growling hairy creature looming over her, she screams again. CHIANA: No! No! D'Argo!She struggles under the creature, pulling away from its bared teeth. Seeing her fear, he quiets a bit, struggling to grind out the word again. JOHN: Chiana...He growls quietly, almost purring. Turning away slightly, he retrieves the yellow flightsuit from the side of the bed and clutches it to his chest, tapping it repeatedly. JOHN: ...John... Crichton.She looks at him without fear for the first time, and finally 'sees' John, struggling with his own fear. CHIANA: ... can't be. INTERCUT MOYA, Main Passage In the passage John ambles next to Chiana, all hair and teeth. The IASA flightsuit pulled on, only up to his waist, the barrel chest and arms much too large to fit inside the rest of the suit. CHIANA: We're gonna go see Zhaan, okay? INTERCUT MOYA, Zhaan's Lab The door to the lab swings wide and Chiana enters. Aeryn, glances briefly at Chiana. AERYN: Clothes?John ambles in, crouching close to the floor, knuckles supporting his weight. John tosses the blanket off his shoulders and leaps off the table to his feet, Aeryn whips her pistol out, aiming it at the 'critter'. CRICHTON: Whoa!Unobserved, Zhaan loads an injector, keeping her eyes on the 'critter'. CRICHTON: All right. Who are you, and what do you want?John struggles to form the words, again they are more a carefully formed growling 'noise' than a recognizable name. JOHN: ...me... John... Crichton.John reaches out and pushes Aeryn's pistol down, walking between her line of fire and the 'critter'. CRICHTON: Okay... you-- you wanna-- you wanna stick with that routine? You wanna be the next to mess with me? Well, get in line!John steps closer to his imperfect doppleganger, becoming angrier with every step. CRICHTON: What do you want? Huh? Wh-wh-what do you want? You-you tell me, tell me what you want, and maybe I can get it for you.John growls unintelligibly and leaning forward, taps John on the chest. John backs away slightly. CRICHTON: Uh-uh. Don't touch me.He growls and taps John on the chest again, who takes another slight step backward. CRICHTON: Uh-uh. Uh-uh.Snorting he leaps up and grabs John by the shoulders. John strikes his arms away. CRICHTON: ( yelling ) I said, hands off!Growling furiously, John charges his present self, driving him back across the room. They land in a pile on top of a table, Aeryn trying to pull one off the other. Zhaan takes the opportunity to inject the creature in the backside. The hiss of the injector is clear above the din of the shouting and growling. His growling tapering off into a short stutter of grunts, the creature topples off John, dragging everyone to the floor in a tangle of arms and legs. ( sweet!! ) CHIANA: Please tell me that was just a sleep shot. INTERCUT MOYA, Containment Cell D'Argo, Chiana, Rygel and John examine the unconcious 'caveman' version of the wayward american astronaut. RYGEL: Uh! Truly hideous. But... take away the hair, the brow... I can see a resemblance to you, Crichton.Crichton leans in, taking a closer look. CRICHTON: Oh, please. This is not me, this is some kind of clone or something gone wrong.Before Rygel can formulate an appropriately venemous reply, the deck heaves under their feet. D'ARGO: Pilot?! INTERCUT MOYA, Main Passage John and D'Argo, below the sphere in the passage below the maintenance hanger. CRICHTON: Aeryn... what's it doing up there?The vibrating hum from the sphere abruptly escalates. CRICHTON: Let's get the hell out of here.D'Argo and John flee down the hall but are tossed roughly to the deck as an energy discharge from the sphere rocks the vessel. CRICHTON: Aeryn, Pilot, You guys okay? INTERCUT MOYA, Maintenance Bay Aeryn, pistol at the ready AERYN: Crichton, you'd better get up here.On the floor of the Maintenance Bay, another manifestation of John Crichton wobbles weakly on hands and knees. This version, also devoid of clothing as the 'caveman' version, is also devoid of hair, it's skull slightly overdeveloped, showing the structures of the mind beneath. Aeryn circles the sphere, relentless with the aim of her pistol as Crichton slowly stands unaided. ( and yes... ladies and gents, it's shirtless JC. Nice. Hair or no... let's just pause it right there for a minute... yeah... very nice. ) CRICHTON: Aeryn...She gestures slightly lower with the muzzle of the pistol. AERYN: Amongst other things. Can you blame that on feeling cold? END ACT IACT IIMOYA, Cell Level John stands in the passage outside the open door to a containment cell. Hearing his own voice, his eyes widen and he turns, seeing himself, dressed in the red PK Captain's garb, preceding Aeryn and D'Argo down the passage toward him. CRICHTON: Listen, I understand why you're doing this, but...Crichton sees John and stops. They silently appraise the situation. CRICHTON: Ah.Crichton walks into the cell, John keys the locking sequence and the door slides closed. ( This episode is PACKED with irony! ) CRICHTON: At least you can talk, so start. Who are you, and what do you know about the sphere?Crichton gestures to his head. D'ARGO: Just some?Aeryn snickers quietly. Simultaneously, D'Argo and John shoot her a 'look'. (Priceless moment! Thanks guys! ) CRICHTON: Yes. ( pause ) But, perhaps it would help if you thought of me as an alternative version of yourself.The deck lurches suddenly under their feet again. AERYN: Pilot?! INTERCUT MOYA, Maintenance Bay John and D'Argo run in, the deck still reeling wildly under their feet. All shout over the noise of the vibrating hum being generated by the sphere. CRICHTON: Pilot, status? Are we about to get another me? INTERCUT MOYA, Containment Cell AERYN: Right. Know anything about this? INTERCUT MOYA, Maintenance Bay CRICHTON: All right, Pilot. You got any ideas? INTERCUT MOYA, Containment Cell CRICHTON: Give me your comms.Aeryn glares at him silently. CRICHTON: Aeryn, trust me. ( pause ) Fine, then at least get them a message. Tell them to use the Defense Screen, it's all we've got. INTERCUT MOYA, Maintenance Bay CRICHTON: The Defense Screen.D'Argo looks extremely doubtful, shaking his head slightly. AERYN: ( on comms ) Crichton. CRICHTON: Man, I hope we're both right! -- Command! John points out the door and starts running, D'Argo close behind. INTERCUT MOYA, Containment Cell AERYN: Sounds like he knew what you were thinking.The ship is jolted beneath their feet. CRICHTON: It won't work if they don't set it up right. Aeryn, get me to the Maintenance Bay. -- At gunpoint, if you have to, but get me to the Maintenance Bay.Aeryn keys the door and Crichton steps out as the door swings open. Aeryn unholsters her pistol. AERYN: At gunpoint. INTERCUT MOYA, Command CRICHTON: I don't know if it is going to work, Mr. Rygel. I'm just going on a gut instinct. Something I'm sure you can appreciate. INTERCUT MOYA, Maintenance Bay Crichton and Aeryn enter. Crichton snags a diagnostic tool from the workbench and moves toward the sphere. CRICHTON: John, what power settings are you using? INTERCUT MOYA, Command CRICHTON: Everything's set at 100%, why? INTERCUT MOYA, Maintenance Bay Crichton takes measurements of the sphere's energy readings with the diagnostic tool. CRICHTON: I'm afraid you're going to have to recalibrate. INTERCUT MOYA, Command CRICHTON: No, no, no, no, no. We're not recalibrating anything. We give this thing everything we've got. INTERCUT MOYA, Maintenance Bay CRICHTON: The settings have to be synchronized with readings from the sphere or they'll never counteract the pull. INTERCUT MOYA, Command CRICHTON: ( softly ) They have to be synchronus. INTERCUT MOYA, Maintenance Bay CRICHTON: Recalibrate to 85%. INTERCUT MOYA, Command RYGEL: You're not going to seriously do what he says, are you?John contemplates this information for a long moment, then abruptly exploding into motion-- charges across Command, to the Defense Screen. CRICHTON: ( shouting ) Shift 'em down! Shift 'em down!John bolts back to the command control console, engaging a control. CRICHTON: Do it now!The Defense screen engages with a deep hum of it's own, the ship rumbles and Pilot groans in pain. PILOT: It worked, the screen's deflecting the sphere's energy back on itself. It stopped dragging us in. INTERCUT MOYA, Maintenance Bay AERYN: Impressive. INTERCUT MOYA, Containment Cell John lies sleeping still on the floor of the cell, Chi approaches him cautiously. Her light footsteps wake him abruptly. He pulls away, crouching on all fours. CHIANA: Hey... hey, hey... it's okay. It's me. Pip.John bolts to the cell door, finding it locked he climbs up onto the cross hatched bars, yanking on them and howling. Dropping to the floor he prowls it on all fours, growling furiously, a full-on caveman panic attack! CHIANA: Hey, easy! Calm down! ... Crichton! ... John!John stops ranting as suddenly as he'd started, looking at Chiana. CHIANA: That is your name... right? Who you are?Outside the cell door, Crichton and Aeryn arrive. CRICHTON: Well, it doesn't look as though we'll learn anything here.John growls menacingly, as Chiana approaches the cell door. CHIANA: Who the frell are you? INTERCUT MOYA, Pilot's Den PILOT: Stand by for the first signals. INTERCUT MOYA, Command CRICHTON: I told you, I've already analyzed this signal. INTERCUT MOYA, Maintenance Bay CRICHTON: I understand that, but we're going to analyze it again. When you're ready, Pilot.An audible, seeming static filled but low pitched signal, fills the Maintenance Bay and Command. CRICHTON: Can you try a lower pitch please?The garbled signal's tonal quality adjusts accordingly. CRICHTON: Now try filtering out the third and fifth harmonics.The quality of the 'noise' adjusts again, becoming a bit more annoying to hear. INTERCUT MOYA, Command RYGEL: ( laughing ) Listen to this... double the Crichton and you double the waste of time!The tonal quality of the signal adjusts abruptly to a high pitched keening whine. Everyone cringes. Before it becomes too irritating, the signal transmission adjusts quality again and silence is preceded by a loud buzzing. Everyone relaxes. D'ARGO: It finally stopped.The signal that John can still hear, though no on else seems to, fills command. CRICHTON: You can't hear this? INTERCUT MOYA, Maintenance Bay AERYN: So much for that. INTERCUT MOYA, Command John listens intently, as the signal resolves to an audible 'voice'. RYGEL: Crichton, would you mind explaining... INTERCUT MOYA, Containment Cell John listens to the transmission while Chiana babbles in the background. John shushes her with a gesture. ALIEN VOICE: Translating to alien brainwave pattern. You incapacitated our sample collection. INTERCUT MOYA, Maintenance Bay Crichton listens to the transmission as well. ALIEN VOICE: Resulting in the loss of the targeted sample and genetic derivatives. Internal repairs have been completed. INTERCUT MOYA, Command ALIEN VOICE: ... but our vessel cannot return unless it carries at least one of the target samples. INTERCUT MOYA, Containment Cell ALIEN VOICE: If the sample is not placed within the vessel, it will automatically... INTERCUT MOYA, Command ALIEN VOICE: ... retrieve all biological matter within one metra... INTERCUT MOYA, Maintenance Bay ALIEN VOICE: ... of it's radius. We do not wish to harm you. To avoid inadvertant damage, place one of the targeted sample into our vessel. INTERCUT MOYA, Containment cell ALIEN VOICE: ... one of the targeted sample.The transmission terminates. JOHN: ... one... must go back. INTERCUT MOYA, Maintenance Bay CRICHTON: Facinating. We have an answer. INTERCUT MOYA, Command D'ARGO: Crichton, what is going on? END ACT IIACT IIIMOYA, Command D'ARGO: A sample? INTERCUT MOYA, Containment cell CHIANA: Look, just 'cause the sphere wants a Crichton, that doesn't mean it has to be you, okay?John grunts in amusement and Chi giggles. CHIANA: Hey, you got just as much right to be here as he does. INTERCUT MOYA, Maintenance Bay CRICHTON: A remarkable device. You understand what this is? This is a pure research vessel. Devoted to the study of life. INTERCUT MOYA, Command CRICHTON: Yes, it's a remarkable device. I just wish it'd chosen some other life to study. ... Why me? Why not all of us? INTERCUT MOYA, Maintenance Bay CRICHTON: Because it's never seen... INTERCUT MOYA, Command CRICHTON: And one of everyone else on board. INTERCUT MOYA, Maintenance Bay CRICHTON: ... or rather, my creation, is a by-product of it's research. A mapping of our genetic pathways. INTERCUT MOYA, Command CRICHTON: What? No, I... don't think so. INTERCUT MOYA, Maintenance Bay CRICHTON: Well, not quite as I would have phrased it, Rygel, but the situation... INTERCUT MOYA, Command CRICHTON: We're getting way ahead of ourselves here, guys. Way ahead. What if we're... wrong. Huh? What are we--? We're gonna chuck him to the sphere like he's nothing?! We can't do that. INTERCUT MOYA, Maintenance Bay CRICHTON: John, you heard the message. INTERCUT MOYA, Command CRICHTON: Yes. I heard the message. But we just bought ourselves a couple of arns, and we're gonna use it to find another solution. INTERCUT MOYA, Maintenance Bay CRICHTON: No, no. You're losing perspective. INTERCUT MOYA, Command CRICHTON: No I am widening my perspective. That is what I do-- that's what makes me me! INTERCUT MOYA, Maintenance Bay AERYN: Crichton, what's the alternative? I try and shoot at this thing again?Crichton snickers unpleasantly (*shiver*) INTERCUT MOYA, Command CRICHTON: Aeryn, that is a bad plan. You really don't want another me. INTERCUT MOYA, Containment Cell CHIANA: I know Crichton, okay? You know Crichton... you are him for frell's sake. Look, I promise you, he's not gonna quit... till he fixes this. INTERCUT MOYA, Pilot's Den PILOT: I've transferred all collected information on the sphere to a data console in the Maintenance Bay. The 'other' Crichton has started an analysis.The deck jolts suddenly, staggering them. PILOT: Ahh! It's the Defense Screen! INTERCUT MOYA, Maintenance Bay Crichton examines a holo display over a control console, Zhaan moves beside him as the deck shudders. CRICHTON: It feels as though our options on how to resolve this are becoming limited.Crichton terminates the holo display and walks away thoughtfully. ( important line alert.) CRICHTON: It's amazing, Zhaan, what's happened to me. Virtually without even trying, I'm beginning to understand concepts that I've been thinking about for months... years. INTERCUT MOYA, Neural Cluster D'Argo and Aeryn work feverishly to provide additional energy to the Defense Screen. INTERCUT MOYA, Command John works on the Defense Screen, which sputters overloads everywhere, cables swing freely from the ceiling. It's a disaster area. CRICHTON: The reserve power unit's completely burned out. INTERCUT MOYA, Neural Cluster D'ARGO: The Defense Screen was not made for this. INTERCUT MOYA, Command CRICHTON: Just give me whatever power you got. INTERCUT MOYA, Neural Cluster AERYN: We're feeding you as much as we can. INTERCUT MOYA, Command CRICHTON: I don't want to hear that, Aeryn. INTERCUT MOYA, Neural Cluster AERYN: Well, we're running out of options, Crichton. We can't keep doing this. INTERCUT MOYA, Command CRICHTON: D'Argo? INTERCUT MOYA, Neural Cluster D'ARGO: I just want you to know... that if you have to get rid of one of the Crichtons... I'm there for you. INTERCUT MOYA, Command CRICHTON: I appreciate the offer, D'Argo. But I'm not giving up yet. INTERCUT MOYA, Neural Cluster D'ARGO: I understand. But I also want you to know... that if you don't start facing reality soon... I'm going to face it for you! INTERCUT MOYA, Command CRICHTON: Just give me some more time. INTERCUT MOYA, Neural Cluster D'ARGO: Transferring power.D'Argo initiates the power transfer inside the Neural Cluster. Instantly the power build up starts to overload the defense screen. Moya shudders uncontrollably, and D'Argo and Aeryn are tossed to the floor. In command, John notes the overload in the Defense Screen and dives for cover just as the frelling thing explodes in a shower of sparks, fire and debris. INTERCUT MOYA, Pilot's Den PILOT: The Defense Screen's down to it's last power cell. It cannot be recharged while the screen is still active. You must do something now! INTERCUT MOYA, Maintenance Bay An interesting sequence, two Crichton's discuss final options. ( And does anyone besides me think they were doing this 'without' benefit of comms? ) CRICHTON: It's time. INTERCUT MOYA, Command John picks himself up off the floor and sits on a handy crate. CRICHTON: I know. INTERCUT MOYA, Maintenance Bay CRICHTON: Would you like me to take care of it? INTERCUT MOYA, COMMAND John doesn't answer. Resistant but knowing, or believing, he's out of options. CRICHTON: ( over comms? ) Is that a yes? INTERCUT MOYA, Maintenance Bay ( Uh-oh, another 'significant line' alert ) CRICHTON: You think I don't feel for him? Of course I do. But I'm prepared to do what has to be done. Now, would you like me to take care of it? INTERCUT MOYA, Command CRICHTON: No. I'll take care of it. INTERCUT MOYA, Maintenance Bay CRICHTON: Don't feel bad. You knew this moment was coming. INTERCUT MOYA, Main Passage D'Argo and John walk down the passage, heading to the containment cells. ( Wonderful slow mo. Cath likes to see them walk .... yeah. Me too. ) CRICHTON: I appreciate you comin' with me, D'Argo.John keys the lock and the doors swings open. Stepping inside, the only thing visible is John's flight suit, lying in a rumpled heap in the middle of the floor. John's 'predecessor' is no where in sight. CHIANA: Looking for someone? INTERCUT MOYA, Main Passage AERYN: Update, Pilot.Crichton, out and about without supervision, meets Aeryn at a junction in the passage. CRICHTON: I've checked the rest of this tier.Aeryn turns to continue their search, but Crichton's not done and attempts one last ploy. CRICHTON: Aeryn.Aeryn turns back at his softly spoken behest, but instead of another patented Crichton 'trust me', she gets a well delivered jab to the jaw and goes down like the proverbial ton of bricks. Crichton deftly snags her pulse pistol from her holster before she hits the ground. CRICHTON: Sorry. INTERCUT MOYA, Zhaan's Lab Chiana darts in, immediately spying Rygel messing with one of Zhaan's injectors. CHIANA: Rygel!Chiana makes a grab for the injector, but Rygel slides away. CHIANA: No way! INTERCUT MOYA, Neural Cluster Crichton enters, weapon drawn. Glancing around the room cautiously, he moves to the central core. Looking up inside the central core, he finds his predecessor, clinging to the walls above his head. John grunts and snarls. JOHN: ... how?The ship shudders violently once more, reminding him of the urgency. CRICHTON: I'm letting you go. ... Get out of here.Crichton pulls away from the central core, and John climbs down onto the floor. CRICHTON: Go! Move it!John scrambles out of the Neural Cluster, leaving Crichton alone as the ship continues to tremble under his feet. CRICHTON: ( engaging comms ) Crichton... I found him. Meet me in the Maintenance Bay. INTERCUT MOYA, Maintenance Bay CRICHTON: On my way. INTERCUT MOYA, Main Passage Moya's deteriorating badly, the corridors are no longer safe for passage. Crichton leaps from one point to another, seeking the safest footing. INTERCUT MOYA, Maintenance Bay John runs in from the passage, and Crichton approaches him slowly from across the bay, lifting Aeryn's purloined pistol in a dead aim. CRICHTON: Where is he?Drawing ever closer, the pistol almost in his face, John quickly flings a small object across the room. Distracted by the movement, Crichton's eyes and aim follow the object long enough for John to duck and roll out of the line of fire, the shot that follows him a fraction of a second later, misses clean. John rolls behind a work bench and crouches out of sight. CRICHTON: Tell me something... If I wasn't here, you wouldn't volunteer to go in the sphere, would ya?John climbs up into the support beams above the workbench, concealing himself 'above' Crichton's head. Crichton continues to prowl the floor, seeking out his progenitor. CRICHTON: They will when they see what I can do for 'em.John drops down to the floor, his own pistol drawn, held with determined aim on his 'future self'. CRICHTON: No I'm not. ... We're out of time.John takes dead aim, but can't bring himself to fire. He throws the pistol aside, it clangs loudly on the deck. CRICHTON: Bet you didn't guess that move.Crichton clubs John solidly on the jaw with his pistol, knocking him to his hands and knees. CRICHTON: You understand it has to be this way. I could never really be me with you still around. I'd always be the outsider. Smarter, more capable. Yet not quite John.John quickly stands erect, almost looking 'down' on his future self. He doesn't like what he sees. CRICHTON: So... you're the future. I'm glad I won't be here to see it.John turns and walks slowly toward the sphere. Crichton watches him go, an insufferably smug look on his face, until John clubs if off him from behind, crushing his skull with a long pipe. John turns around at the noise and sees John standing over Crichton's body. Running back to the body, he crouches down beside Crichton, touching his future self's neck, checking for signs of life. Finding none, he stands and moves slightly away from John, a dazed and shocked look on his face. JOHN: ...dead?John lifts Crichton's body from the floor, hefting it easily over his shoulder. He turns and walks toward the sphere. CRICHTON: Hey! ... Hey, you don't have to do that!John turns and looks at Crichton, dead weight held easily across his shoulders. JOHN: ...want to... Not my place... Don't belong.John turns, and walks into the sphere. Both past and future Crichtons' are quickly absorbed into the sphere. The sphere rises from the deck and passes through the ceiling of the Maintenance Bay... disappearing from sight. CRICHTON: Good luck. END ACT IVEPILOGUEMOYA, Command D'Argo works on the remains of the Defense Screen, turning as the door swings open and Crichton walks in. He's beat. CRICHTON: How's Aeryn?Crichton turns away and walks out of Command. INTERCUT MOYA, Containment cell Crichton crouches in the center of the cell, holding the discarded flightsuit in both hands, silently and sadly, contemplative. Chiana stands behind him, watching him stroke the Farscape logo distractedly. CHIANA: I heard about what you did.Crichton looks up from the flightsuit for a moment, a response formulates but goes unspoken, his gaze lowering once more to the flightsuit. CHIANA: You really offered to take the dive?Chiana moves closer, crouching down just behind him. His mood his reflected in his furrowed brows and glowering frown. CHIANA: Well... for what it's worth... I'm glad it worked out the way it did.Chiana gently presses her lips to his shoulder, and then rubs her cheek against that spot. He turns toward her, a small smile rising for her. He nods almost imperceptibly, and she rises and quietly leaves him to his musings. Alone in the cell, his gaze wanders between the two logos sewn onto the sleeves of the flightsuit. They can't give him the answers he seeks. Head bowed, he presses the flightsuit to closed eyes. FADE TO BLACKROLL ENDING CREDITS |