FARSCAPE

"Suns & Lovers"

Written by,
Justin Monjo



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


Starring:
Ben Browder
Claudia Black
Anthony Simcoe
Virginia Hey
Gigi Edgley
Paul Goddard
Lani Tupu
Wayne Pygram
Commander John Crichton
Officer Aeryn Sun
Ka D'Argo
Pa'u Zotoh Zhaan
Chiana
Stark
Captain Bialar Crais
Scorpius
Guest Starring:
Matt Newton
Leeanna Walsman
Thomas Holesgrove
Jessica Fallico
David Lucas
Arthur Percival
Jothee
Bordik
Moordil
Unnamed Girl
Unnamed Interon?
Voice of Moordil?


Writer: Justin Monjo

Who also wrote:

"The Flax", "A Human Reaction", "The Hidden Memory", "Taking The Stone", "Crackers Don't Matter", "The Locket", "Liars, Guns & Money, Part 3: Plan B"



Director: The Beautiful Andrew Prowse

Who also directed:

"Premiere", "DNA Mad Scientist", "Rhapsody In Blue", "Bone To Be Wild", "Mind The Baby", "Picture If You Will", "Look At The Princess: Parts 1-3", with Tony Tilse, "Liars, Guns & Money, Part 1: A Not So Simple Plan"




Creative Team:
Consulting Producer: Sue Milliken
Co-Producer: Andrew Prowse
Line Producer: Leslie Parker
Supervising Producer: Justin Monjo
Executive Producer: Richard Manning
Produced by: Anthony Winley
Executive Producer: David Kemper
Executive Producers: Juliet Blake
Robert Halmi, Jr.
Brian Henson
Executive Consultant: Rockne S. O'Bannon
Director of Photography (DOP): Russell Bacon
Production Designer: Tim Ferrier
Music By: Guy Gross
Editor: Neil Thumpston
Costume Designer: Terry Ryan
2nd Unit DOP: Danny Batterham
Visual Effects By: Animal Logic



COLD OPEN

INT. MOYA -- Center Chamber



CHIANA: ( moaning )

Inside the Center Chamber, Rygel is 'listening in' on the goings on aboard Moya. He's watching events on a small monitor.

RYGEL: Work frell you, work!

Rygel thumps the monitor once or twice, and sighs with satisfaction as he finally obtains picture as well as sound. The image of Chiana's bare back flickers onto the screen.

RYGEL: Oh...

Sounds of Chiana's moaning continue as Rygel ( close your eyes kids ) raises one hand and strokes his earbrow. The hand of some unseen male reaches up and strokes Chi's back as Rygel continues this irritating snickering.

INTERCUT

EXT. SPACE

A large, complex space station is in orbit around a gorgeous stellar mass of some kind, looks incredibly like a 'Red Dwarf', all firey reds and dark blues. Moya is docked with the space station.

INTERCUT

Inside the space station, Crichton's sitting at the equivalent of a bar, enjoying himself for a change. From the sound of his voice, he's had a bit too much to drink of the 'local color'. Talking to the 'bartender', whilst that self-same bartender spritzes him a fresh drink from the bar.

JOHN: ( slurring slightly ) See, to me it's unbelievable. You know-- I can come to the Mall of the Uncharted Territories, buy anthing I want cause I'm rich-- and that leather S&M faced wacko Scorpy clone-- he's-he's, locked in here...

Crichton taps his forehead to illustrate where aforesaid clone is locked.

JOHN: ... so, you know, I--

Crichton's 'explanation' is cut off as the bar is rocked suddenly by some external disturbance. He looks up and around briefly, unfazed by the disturbance, before returning to his discussion with the bartender.

JOHN: --anything with all, you know, everything, is going to be just fine, but no-- my friend, she's sick, so we gotta find a place where she can heal-- and you have no idea what I'm talkin' about, do ya?

BARTENDER (Moordil): No.

The bar is shaken vigorously again by the disturbance. Crichton hangs onto the bar with both hands. The bartender hangs on with all EIGHT.

JOHN: What the hell's goin' on out there?

MOORDIL: Gamma disturbances are quite common in this area.

JOHN: Are you talkin', like, storms?

MOORDIL: Oh, yes. They're no problem.

D'Argo jogs in, all boyish enthusiasm, passing a couple of black clad beings who have been eyeing Crichton from the end of the bar.

D'ARGO: John!

JOHN: Hey yo, 'Heavy D'! Hey man, have you tried one of these things? They're terrible, but once you get past the blue slime... underneath... pure aviation fuel!

D'ARGO: Yeah, yeah, yeah. Look what I got me and Chiana. They're 'Union Tattoos'.

JOHN: Uh huh.

D'ARGO: They're burned into our skin!

A wonderful three-shot here as John and D'Argo bracket the Bartender. The 'react' from the bartender is 'priceless!' ( A universally understood "What!?" ). Underneath all the makeup, Thomas Holesgrove's eyes are SO expressive! inkling is eating this with a spoon! Incredible makeup job here!

MOORDIL: ( untranslatable grunt to go with that 'look' )

JOHN: Cool.

Yeah, but... his reservations on that are also expressed on his face.

D'ARGO: You know, I... I never though I was going to get married again, but then...

John's nodding distractedly, eyeing these frelling huge tattoo things... and D'Argo finally registers John's lack of 'excitement'.

D'ARGO: What?

JOHN: What?

D'ARGO: Have you been talking to Chiana?

JOHN: No, no.

D'ARGO: I know she's angry with me... but when she gets these...

JOHN: Yeah, D'Argo, look... I could be wrong, all right? Um... probably am... She probably wouldn't, but Chiana could... say no.

D'ARGO: ( scoffs ) How could she say no?

INTERCUT

INT. MOYA -- Cargo Bay

Close up on face of frozen Interon through the window of the Cryo-pod

CHIANA: No!

Camera pulls back as Chiana falls onto a furry blanket and sprawls on the floor.

CHIANA: ( panting ) No more.

A similarly unclad Jothee collapses on the blanket next to Chiana.

JOTHEE: ( gasping for breath ) This is crazy.

CHIANA: ( breathless ) Yeah.

JOTHEE: ... and creepy. Why are we in here with these bodies?

CHIANA: Because it's cold. Your Dad... D'Argo... D'Argo hates the cold, so he won't catch us if he comes back early.

JOTHEE: I'm half Luxan... I'm not crazy about the cold either.

CHIANA: I'll warm you.

INTERCUT

INT. SPACE STATION -- The Bar

Stark and Zhaan enter a much more crowded bar than before, they are followed by two servers carrying several packages.

STARK: Take those to our vessel.

SERVANTS: Yes, your eminence! Thank you!

ZHAAN: 'Your Eminence' just gave them a three hundred finek tip! That's more than a year's wage!

STARK: The server class is never rewarded enough.

The station is rocked by another bout with the gamma disturbances.

STARK: Here... let me help you.

ZHAAN: I'm dying Stark, I'm not an invalid.

STARK: Don't talk like that. I've got maps here, maps! We'll find a planet where you can recuperate.

ZHAAN: Just buy me an intoxicant. That's all I need to recuperate.

Aeryn enters the bar, watching Zhaan and Stark closely as she passes behind them. Moving to a table, she notes the black clad female at the bar who's been eying Crichton. Aeryn takes a seat at a booth, arms stretched across the back of the chair, and is immediately joined by Crichton who sprawls into the booth, elbow resting on the seat next to her hip.

JOHN: She looks weaker.

AERYN: Yes, she does.

John leans closer, poking through a carryall Aeryn's placed on the floor between them.

JOHN: So, what did you buy?

AERYN: Just some essentials.

JOHN: Wha'd that be? Floss? Lip-liner?

AERYN: Weapons.

Aeryn pushes Crichton's hand off of her new 'toy', the muzzle of a projectile weapon of some type. *sigh* Girls and their toys!

AERYN: I traded a pulse pistol for some original Tarnek Deployers.

JOHN: Cool.

FEMALE (Borlik): Are you Crichton?

A moment of tension here as John, D'Argo and Aeryn realize someone here knows something they ought not to know.

JOHN: Who are you?

BORLIK: Security. And are you Crichton?

AERYN: No he's not. And we don't know who this "Cretin" is.

BORLIK: You know, I heard he destroyed a Peacekeeper Gammak Base... murdered an entire Nebari battalion, even laid waste to a Shadow Depository--

The bar is rocked by another gamma disturbance.

BORLIK: I heard he was a devil. He raped and pillaged-- he popped eyeballs.

JOHN: Whoa, whoa-- where... where do they get these stories? ( sits up in the booth ) Let's set the facts straight. First off-- there was no raping, very little pillaging, and... Frau Bleucher popped all the eyeballs.

BORLIK: I knew you were Crichton.

JOHN: Look... I'm not here for any trouble.

Yes, but his hand is clearly on the pulse pistol at his hip.

JOHN: I'm just lookin' for some aviation fuel shooters.

At the bar, D'Argo reaches up and back, gripping the hilt of his Qualta Blade. Aeryn shoots a glance to Crichton, then back to the female -- It's hail 'o bullets time.

BORLIK: That's great. That's great because, in here, everything's on me. We hate Peacekeepers.

Everyone relaxes.

BORLIK: Hey Moordil, Moordil! Intoxicants for Crichton and his... his grunt.

AERYN: I'm not his grunt.

Loud rumbling shakes the bar again.

BORLIK: Yeah, so... you here to kill somebody? Can I help you?

JOHN: No, no, no. My 'grunt' does all my killing-- I'm strictly R&R.

Much more forceful rumbling shakes the bar. Crichton looks up and around again.

JOHN: What the hell's goin' on around here?

BORLIK: Moordil, what's the problem?

The bar rocks violently and something explodes at the far side of the room.

MOORDIL: Watch out!!

Aeryn and Crichton dive for cover as the rumbling intensifies and all hezmana breaks loose. Support beams fall from the ceilings and crap from the tables, bar and shelves fly every which way!

STARK: Look out Zhaan!

Stark pulls Zhaan to the floor. People are crushed by falling support beams. There's a quick shot, a second or less, of Crichton getting debris dumped on his head. D'Argo stands in the center of the bar, Qualta Blade drawn, as the place falls apart around him!



END COLD OPEN




RUN 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

INT. SPACE STATION -- The bar

Destruction everywhere, the place looks like somebody picked it up and shook it vigorously. Crichton pulls himself out from under a debris fall, shaking dust from his head, he's filthy-- coated in dust and grit (BB is happy!) The patrons who remain alive, also are pulling themselves out from under debris.

JOHN: ( groaning ) Aeryn. ( pause ) Where's Aeryn? ( shouting ) Aeryn?!

D'ARGO: Here.

AERYN: ( grunting ) Under a pile of dren!

D'ARGO: Are you okay?

JOHN: Yeah, yeah, yeah. Nothing like a bomb to sober you up.

ZHAAN: Stark!

JOHN: I'm fine.

Crichton helps Aeryn extract herself from a hunk of debris that pinned her to the floor.

JOHN: Anybody hurt?

MOORDIL: I'm bleeding! Help me! I'm bleeding...

ZHAAN: I'm here! I'm here, I'm coming...

JOHN: Hey! What happened here? Was it a bomb?

MOORDIL: The storm!

JOHN: I thought you said the storms were no problem?

AERYN: Pilot. How's Moya?

PILOT: We've been thrown into the docking ring. Moya's elastic skin saved us, but three hatches have ruptured! Chiana!

Chiana's head pops up from behind a container in the cargo bay, she's tucking her loomers into her corset.

PILOT: Can you hear me?!

CHIANA: I, uh... I got you Pilot.

PILOT: There's a hatch breach on Tier 7!

CHIANA: I'm onto it.

D'ARGO: Is Jothee all right?

CHIANA: Oh, yeah. He's fine.

D'ARGO: I better get out to Moya and see if there are any survivors.

D'Argo runs out of the bar.

JOHN: Check on her exterior!

INTERCUT

INT. MOYA CARGO BAY

Chiana runs out of the Cargo Bay-- but she's called back by Jothee.

JOTHEE: Chiana... this guy... this guy's moving!

CHIANA: What?! What'd you do to him?

JOTHEE: I didn't do anything. The thing busted open and he started moving.

CHIANA: Well then, close it up! Just--

JOTHEE: I don't think you can just "close it up"! What the hell's he wakin' up for? I thought he was dead.

CHIANA: No, no, no. They were-- they were quick frozen or something before they died. Stay with him.

JOTHEE: I-I don't want to stay here--

CHIANA: No. Just make sure he's okay. All right? Crichton wants to talk to him. He thinks he's-- he thinks he's, uh... some kind of relative.

JOTHEE: Chiana! What if he heard us when we were... were...

CHIANA: ( angrily ) Jothee! I've gotta stablize the frelling hatch!

Chiana runs out of the Cargo Bay.

INTERCUT

INT. MOYA CORRIDOR

Chiana jogs down a corridor and rams into Rygel hovering in from the opposite direction.

CHIANA: Whoa! Watch it. Watch where your goin!

RYGEL: Watch yourself, slut.

CHIANA: What did you say?

RYGEL: Out of my way. Zhaan needs these medical supplies on the station.

CHIANA: What's the matter with you Ryge?

RYGEL: I heard you.

CHIANA: You heard nothing.

RYGEL: Freezer chamber... young half-breed.

CHIANA: If you tell D'Argo, I will rip out your tongue and shove it up your faddic!

RYGEL: You idiot! I won't have to tell him. He's Luxan. He'll smell Jothee all over you!

CHIANA: Keep your lips shut!

RYGEL: You do the same with your legs!

INTERCUT

EXT. SPACE

D'Argo in the transport pod, surveys the exterior damage. The floating field of debris is unrecognizable as the space station seen earlier. Moya appears entangled in the debris.

D'ARGO: I'm in the transport pod, Pilot. Three of the stations five pods have been destroyed. I can't find any signs of survivors.

PILOT: How's Moya?

D'ARGO: Well, her epidermis seems intact, but she's tangled up in some of the stations cables.

PILOT: I'll see if I can reverse us clear.

D'ARGO: Pilot. Wait. There's another ship close-by. It seems intact. Try to bring it in using the docking web.

PILOT: I'll try, D'Argo.

INTERCUT

INT. SPACE STATION -- The Bar

ZHAAN: Don't move, Moordil. The beam has pierced your monin artery.

MOORDIL: What does it matter? The station's destroyed. There must be hundreds dead-- hundreds.

ZHAAN: Shhh... stay calm, Moordil. There's nothing we can do about those souls, anyway.

MOORDIL: Everything's gone.

BORLIK: Then those stories must be true.

JOHN: What are you talking about?

BORLIK: You see, there were once three Commerce Stations near the twin suns of Qell. But one has been destroyed by asteriods, one has been burned by fire, and we are the last remaining station. There were stories that we were cursed.

STARK: Why would you be cursed?

BORLIK: Because this station is built on what we call "The Sacred Stillness". This is where some say the great gods were born.

MOORDIL: That's just dren! There's no curse. It was-- it was just storms.

BORLIK: No, they weakened before they reached us. But you know, this last cycle, it's been gaining in strength. The storms have been compacting to funnels just six parisms wide-- each storm getting closer. It's as if they were aimed at us.

AERYN: Can't aim a storm.

BORLIK: Then the curse must be true. This is Gezma's revenge for buying and selling in his Sacred Stillness.

INTERCUT

INT MOYA -- Cargo Bay

Jothee watches a now fully revived Interon ( not the bearded guy Stark 'killed' by injector in SOD ).

MAN: Where am I?

JOTHEE: On a Leviathan. We found you in a medical lab. You don't remember how you got there?

MAN: No. I just... I was on an expedition. We were looking for the Dimordis Tomb in the Berger Nebula. I got sick... Stanis and me got sick. Jool found us.

JOTHEE: When you were in there... before you woke up... you hear anything?

MAN: I sensed... some movement... kind of a thumping sound. It didn't... last... long...

The man starts trembling and making retching noises.

JOTHEE: Are you okay? Now, I'm supposed to look after you, so don't do anything crazy!

The man leans forward, hurls dark green vomit all over Jothee, then collapses on the floor.

JOTHEE: Oh, frell! Chiana, get down here! I think this guy's dying! Get down here!

Elsewhere on Moya, Chiana's struggling to seal the ruptured hatch.

CHIANA: Handle it yourself!

PILOT: See if you can force it, Chiana!

With a thump the hatch is sealed and the hiss of escaping air stops.

CHIANA: Pilot... I've sealed the vent!

Outside the window of the hatch, Chiana can see a young child in one of the station's pods. The child pounds on the window of the pod, her obvious pleas for help are unheard.

CHIANA: Pilot... we've got another problem.

INTERCUT

INT. SPACE STATION -- The Bar

MOORDIL: The child, ah... the child your friend saw must be trapped in the lower pod. There is... there is... there was... a nursery there, for when the parents were shopping.

AERYN: How do I get down there?

BORLIK: You can't. All the connecting walkways are crushed.

JOHN: No, no, no, no. There's always another way in.

MOORDIL: If those filtration vents have integrity, they link to waste conduits in the lower pod.

STARK: Over here?

MOORDIL: Yes, that's it.

AERYN: All right, I'll check them out.

JOHN: All right. I'm coming with you.

Aeryn and John grab a couple of torches and make their way into the opening of a filtration vent which is collapsed on the floor of the bar.

INTERCUT

INT. MOYA -- Cargo Bay

CHIANA: What did you do to him?!

JOTHEE: Nothing. He puked on me, then he died.

CHIANA: You killed him, didn't you.

JOTHEE: What?!

CHIANA: What, did he see us? Is that why you killed him?

JOTHEE: No he didn't see us. I didn't ki... even if he did I wouldn't kill him! He just died.

D'ARGO: ( over comms ) Chiana.

CHIANA: Yeah, D'Argo.

D'ARGO: You and Jothee get down to the transport hanger and make sure that ship we're bringing on board isn't hostile.

CHIANA: We're on our way.

Chiana turns to leave, giving a last order to Jothee.

CHIANA: Go bathe.

JOTHEE: What?! We're in the middle of this massive khamshin and you want me to wash?!

CHIANA: What do you smell, Jothee? Right now. You smell me... don't you? And you're only half-Luxan. D'Argo will smell me all over you unless you go bathe before he gets back on board. Go. Go now.

INTERCUT

INT. SPACE STATION -- Filtration Vents

Aeryn and John appear in the semi-darkness at the base of another vent. The beam from their flashlights dance in the darkness.

AERYN: All right, Moordil. Short incline, and then it splits off.

MOORDIL: If it's still intact, the lower vent should lead to the nursery.

AERYN: Got it. After me.

JOHN: After you.

Needing both hands for the climb, they tuck their torches in to their belts and begin climbing, using the ribbing of the vent for hand and foot holds. It looks a steep climb. Some light escapes into the vent from rips in the metal.

AERYN: ( panting ) You know... I've been thinking... about us.

JOHN: You want to talk about this now?

AERYN: It's a good time... no one here to bother us. I know the pressures of living close. How it can affect the safety of an entire battalion--

The station rumbles again and Aeryn slips backward a bit, ramming into John just behind her.

JOHN: ( grunts )

AERYN: ... unless tensions are relieved.

. They remain pressed close together, his chin resting slightly on her shoulder.

JOHN: So, what do you suggest?

AERYN: Well, in Peacekeepers, it was common practice to, ah... reduce fluid levels.

JOHN: Fluid levels. Like... what, like Valvoline, like brake fluid?

AERYN: Like sex... We can have sex, if you want.

Oops, John loses his footing and slides back down the vent, dragging Aeryn with him. They slide down several feet before stopping.

JOHN: ( groaning ) You know what... uh... now is not a good time. How about I, uh... check my diary and get back to you later in the week.

AERYN: It would... relieve the tension.

They climb back up the vent while continuing this discussion until Aeryn halts abruptly, Crichton rams into her this time. He abruptly grabs her around the waist with one arm, pulling her close from behind. And, uh... they're 'both' breathing hard now.

JOHN: Is this for you, or for me?

AERYN: For both of us.

JOHN: You know what? I got... two hands...

Using the fingers of both hands, he strokes her skin just below her collarbone.

JOHN: I can alternate, I can release all the tension I want. I don't need your charity.

AERYN: And I don't need your emotions. But we can have sex if you want.

Aeryn pulls away and continues the climb, moving past a rip in the metal of the vent.

JOHN: Watch that, that's broken.

AERYN: Yeah, but don't change the subject. What are you afraid of, John?

Reaching the top of the incline Aeryn stands and turns to John, who's just climbing out of the vent. Shot 'directly' between his leather clad legs, she stands in front of him and 'unzips' her green top. Yow! Just a gorgeous shot, Mr. Prowse! Thank you! -- Unfortunately, he also takes that moment to have her break through what must be a window she happened to decide to stand on and she 'plummet's through', dropping from sight before John can get an eyeful of her attempted seduction.

JOHN: Aeryn!

Crichton's ... hmmmm... back inside the tunnel now, on hands and knees ... is this an oopsie?... he scrambles forward quickly, and shooting 'up' from where Aeryn has just fallen through, Crichton's head and shoulder's appear in the opening.

JOHN: Aeryn!!!

END ACT I






ACT II



Camera angle is up, Crichton's head and shoulders in view, looking down. Can't tell how far the drop is, but it's apparent that he can't see her, nor she him.

JOHN: Aeryn! Aeryn!

AERYN: John!

JOHN: You okay?

AERYN: Yeah, I'm okay. Something smells completely frellnik down here, so I suspect I found the waste conduit Moordil said we had to find.

JOHN: Look, just stay where you are. I'll go get some help and we'll get you out.

AERYN: No, I'm going to follow this down. See if it leads to the lower pod.

JOHN: No. Stay where you are!

AERYN: Tell Moordil I'll comm him when I need directions.

JOHN: Damn it! You stubborn wench! Ju--

PILOT: ( over comms ) Crichton.

JOHN: Pilot-- I'll call you back! I can't talk right now!

PILOT: You have to talk. I've run the residual storm graph you wanted. You were right. The storm took a 90 degree turn to hit us.

JOHN: 90 degrees?

PILOT: It seems to have come after us, on purpose. And there's worse...

INTERCUT

INT. SPACE STATION -- The Bar

JOHN: Pilot says there's another storm on the way. It's gonna hit us in less than two arns and it's bigger than the last one.

STARK: Hit us? This station can't take another hit.

JOHN: Yeah, I know that--

RYGEL: Then let's all get onto Moya and haul out of here.

ZHAAN: I can't pull the spike out of Moordil, and I can't just leave him here.

RYGEL: Well, he's gonna die isn't he?

ZHAAN: Well, yes, but...

JOHN: Blue...

RYGEL: What does it matter if we leave him?

JOHN: Blue... Sparky... Just knock it off. We've got at least two arns, Aeryn can use that time to try and free the trapped girl.

RYGEL: I don't give a siezil's ass about a trapped girl.

JOHN: Yes, and that's what makes you a great humanitarian, Buckwheat. But we are not leaving. It's 'Scooby-Doo' time.

John walks over to the bar to talk to Moordil and Borlik.

JOHN: All right, here's the deal: Our Pilot says that the storms are being attracted by a flux broadcast being generated somewhere inside this station.

MOORDIL: The station?

BORLIK: In here?

JOHN: Yes.

BORLIK: Someone's targeting the storm at us?

JOHN: Yes.

MOORDIL: You see! I told you the storms weren't Gezma's wrath.

JOHN: No. You just managed to piss somebody off. Now, do you have any idea who would want to destroy your station?

BORLIK: Tell him.

MOORDIL: Frell!

BORLIK: Go on... tell him.

MOORDIL: Probably going to die anyway. There's a cult of religious zealots... the Kampeks.

BORLIK: Some call them noble warriors.

MOORDIL: But they're not. They're insane. And you can't bribe them. I tried when I thought they were responsible for the destruction of the other stations.

STARK: Kampeks? This is their Sacred Stillness?

BORLIK: You see, they say we're desecrating their gods by buying and selling here. They must be broadcasting the storm signals.

RYGEL: Then let's destroy it. Let's find out where the signals are coming from and smash it.

BORLIK: How? There are twelve levels on this station, you'll never search it in two arns.

JOHN: We might. I got an idea.

Uh oh. John exits, idea in head.

INTERCUT

INT. MOYA -- Transport Hangar

The ship Pilot brought on board is sitting in the transport hangar. A small vessel, black and oddly shaped. Hmmm... Prowler replacement? Aeryn's new 'wheels'?

D'ARGO: Pilot says it's empty but he can't sense how to get inside.

D'Argo tries to touch the side of the ship but his hand is fended off by an invisible force screen. 'Invisible' ripples form in the air. Cool effect!

D'ARGO: Defense shield is active all the way around the ship.

JOTHEE: Gimme a shot, I'll get inside.

D'ARGO: ( inhaling ) What's that smell?

JOTHEE: I bathed. ( to Chiana ) I did. Twice.

D'ARGO: ( inhaling again ) Are... you wearing... perfumed wash?

CHIANA: Yeah. I gave him some from Zhaan's chamber.

D'ARGO: Yeah, well, ah... you smell very nice.

JOTHEE: Give me a break.

D'ARGO: No, no.. really you do! You smell just--

JOTHEE: Find your own way into the frelling ship.

Jothee storms out, typical teenager.

D'ARGO: Jothee! I was only teasing! Jothee!

D'Argo sighs, and walks over to Chiana.

D'ARGO: Um. You look attractive.

CHIANA: Do I?

D'ARGO: Yes. Like you're happy.

CHIANA: I'm not.

D'ARGO: I know I've been a trasnik, and I want to apologize.

CHIANA: Look, don't worry about it, okay?

D'ARGO: Really. I am so sorry. And there's, uh... something I'd like to talk to you about if...

CHIANA: Uh... look, D'Argo, I'm not-- I'm not ready to talk now, okay?

D'ARGO: What do you want me to do, beg? I said I'm sorry!

CHIANA: No! I don't want you to beg! I'm just-- I'm not ready to talk. Just because you're ready to talk, it doesn't mean that I am.

D'ARGO: Okay.

CHIANA: I'm sorry, I-- Uh, Pilot's- Pilot's got two more hatches for me to check, and I just want to do that first, okay?

D'ARGO: Fine.

CHIANA: Fine. Okay.

Chiana exits. D'Argo inhales ... twice.

INTERCUT

INT. SPACE STATION -- The Bar

Stark put's a DRD on the debris strewn floor -- where'd the dirt come from? That's a lot of dirt! -- the DRD scurries away

STARK: That's just about the last of the DRD's. If Crichton's correct, they should give us some indication of where the signal's coming from. -- What's the matter?

ZHAAN: Ah... nothing. Have you got One-Eye working yet?

STARK: Not yet, I think it's the energy exchanger, but... that can wait.

Stark reaches up to touch Zhaan's head, but she fends his hands away gently.

ZHAAN: Don't worry about me, Stark. It's all right.

STARK: Let me look at your head.

ZHAAN: No, just stop!

STARK: ( shouting ) I said let me look at it! Let me look at it now!!

His tone absolutely brooks no argument, and so Zhaan pulls the pale blue cloth of her headress away, revealing the pale blue of her skull, it's dotted with many godawful looking sores. Stark presses his fingers against his lips, then touches her head gently.

STARK: The sores are worse. The weakening is progressing...

ZHAAN: Stark... don't...

STARK: ...much faster, much faster than we predicted... much.... but I-I will find you a planet. A planet with the right soil and moisture.

ZHAAN: Calm yourself, Stark. Please. You're the expert here. You've witnessed more death that anyone else. So many dissatisfied souls dying before they felt ready.

STARK: Yes. I'm an expert on dying... I'm just not an expert on you dying.

INTERCUT

INT. SPACE STATION -- Waste Conduit

Aeryn trudges through a smelly, waste infested ... waste conduit. She reaches a wall, with some kind of writing on it.
AERYN: All right, Moordil. Looks like some kind of binary code followed by four circles.

MOORDIL: You've reached the lower pod. Keep going for another 300 metras.

AERYN: Got it.

Suddenly Aeryn hears the sound of distant pounding, someone pounding on the bulkhead. Muted voice of a child can also be heard.

GIRL: Help!

AERYN: Hello?

GIRL: Hello? Is anyone there?

AERYN: Hello?

INTERCUT

INT. MOYA -- Cargo Bay

JOTHEE: You think he knows?

CHIANA: How could he know?

JOTHEE: He looked at me... like he knew. What are you going to tell him?

CHIANA: I'm not gonna tell him anything?

D'ARGO: Tell who?

D'Argo enters... wonder how long he was standing in the doorway... Chiana leaps up and runs to him. Man, could they 'look' more guilty? Does guilt have a 'smell'?

CHIANA: Crichton... We ah... we don't know what to tell him about the guy cacking.

D'ARGO: I'm sure he'll understand it wasn't your fault. I thought Pilot wanted you to reseal the hatch. I was on my way down to help you.

CHIANA: He did... he does. We're going now.

Jothee leaps up and passes D'Argo, following Chiana.

D'ARGO: What's that smell?

JOTHEE: I told you, it's just the scented.... wash.

CHIANA: You know... the perfumed wash.

D'ARGO: No, no, no. There's something else.

CHIANA: Well, I don't smell anything.

D'ARGO: Why are you both in here?

CHIANA: I told you, we were just checking on the dead guy.

D'ARGO: I don't believe you.

CHIANA: Did you talk to Rygel?

D'ARGO: About what?

She looks so incredibly guilty... Jothee walks back into the room, standing behind Chiana.

D'ARGO: You have betrayed me.

JOTHEE: D'Argo...

D'ARGO: With my own manin.

CHIANA: I'm not your manin.

D'ARGO: Obviously.

CHIANA: I didn't mean that, I--

D'ARGO: Well, what did you mean?

JOTHEE: D'Argo, let's not...

D'ARGO: Let's not what? ( pause ) Get angry. Or... kill you?

D'Argo takes a few steps forward, standing right in front of Chiana... he pulls something out from behind his back.

D'ARGO: Do you know what this is?

CHIANA: D'Argo, this is my fault-- mine, not Jothee's.

D'ARGO: Get away from me now.

D'Argo pushes Chiana away from him and advances slowly on Jothee.

D'ARGO: It's a Union Tattoo. It's a Luxan symbol of courage, honor and loyalty. I was going to give it to Chiana, but I was wrong. I want you to have it.

JOTHEE: D'Argo, I don't want to have to...

D'ARGO: No, I insist that you have it!

D'Argo rips his son's shirt up, Chiana leaps on D'Argo trying to pull him away, but he throws her off easily.

CHIANA: D'Argo let him go!

D'ARGO: Get away from me!

D'Argo shoves the carved tattoo against Jothee's stomach, his flesh sizzles and he screams as the tattoo is burned into his skin.

CHIANA: D'Argo!

D'Argo flings Jothee to the floor, then turns on Chiana.

D'ARGO: But you... you will never get these.

CHIANA: D'Argo, listen to me.

D'ARGO: No! I will never listen to anything either of you have to say again.

CHIANA: D'Argo. D'Argo!

Before leaving, D'Argo turns back at the doorway.

D'ARGO: I know what it was I smelled before. It was a burned out function cell in the cryo-chamber.

INTERCUT

INT. SPACE STATION -- The Bar

Stark finishes repair to the final DRD. (and YES, It IS! Old "One-Eye" is the DRD with the blue electric tape on the right eyestalk! Yeah... continuity! Gotta love it!)

STARK: There.

ZHAAN: What is it?

STARK: I don't know.

"One-Eye" immediately beings beeping wildly, Stark doesn't even have time to put it on the floor. Crichton and Borlik enter the bar, and the beeping intensifies.

JOHN: What'cha got?

STARK: The signal's coming from here!

MOORDIL: From here?

STARK: Crichton, Borlik, back off!

Stark aims the DRD at Moordil.

MOORDIL: But, I'm-I'm not sending out any frelling signal.

With the DRD aimed directly at Moordil, the beeping slows noticably.

MOORDIL: See I told you.

With DRD as 'devining rod', Stark aims it about the bar. The beeping intensifies again when it's aimed at Borlik.

BORLIK: What? Why is it making this noise? Why is it making that noise?

RYGEL: ( Growls and hisses )

BORLIK: Obviously, you haven't fixed it properly!

JOHN: You sure One-Eye's workin' right?

STARK: It's working.

BORLIK: No, it's broken!

Borlik tries to run out of the bar, but John & Wynona, block her exit.

JOHN: Give him the Scooby Doo Snack, then. Where's the signal coming from?

BORLIK: ( chanting ) Lak-ma-ruka-be... lak-ma-ruka-be... lak-ma-ruka-be... lak-ma-ruka-be... lak-ma-ruka-be...

Borlik blinks once, her eyes turning white.

BORLIK: ( continues chanting ) lak-ma-ruka-be... lak-ma-ruka-be... lak-ma-ruka-be... lak-ma-ruka-be...

Her chanting quickening, she lifts into the air. Crichton gapes a bit and backs off, but keeps his weapon on her.

BORLIK: ( midair chanting ) lak-ma-ruka-be... lak-ma-ruka-be... lak-ma-ruka-be... lak-ma-ruka-be... lak-ma-ruka-be... lak-ma-ruka-be...

Her body suddenly shoots to the ceiling of the bar and sticks there, and we get some more amusing: 'this isn't good', reacts from Crichton.

BORLIK: ( ceiling chanting ) lak-ma-ruka-be... lak-ma-ruka-be... lak-ma-ruka-be... lak-ma-ruka-be... lak-ma-ruka-be... lak-ma-ruka-be...

END ACT II




ACT III

INT. SPACE STATION -- The Bar.

Borlik is still hanging on the ceiling, Crichton's standing on a chair, tugging on her leg. She's 'still' chanting. Could she *be* more irritating?

JOHN: Dude, she's stuck, man.

STARK: She's still broadcasting.

JOHN: Yeah, but where's the signal coming from?

STARK: I think it's coming from inside her.

RYGEL: Inside her? Is that why she's stuck to the wall?

ZHAAN: I don't know. She's somehow magnetized herself to the pipe.

RYGEL: Okay. Enough.

Rygel hovers up to the ceiling

RYGEL: Let's kill her, cut her off the frelling pipe and chuck her out.

MOORDIL: No, no, no, no. That pipe is hydro-honium steel. Frozen exhaust. If you rupture it... we'll freeze in ten microts.

BORLIK: Worm. Are you ready to die in the cleansing apocalypse? ( resumes chanting )

RYGEL: Worm?! Are you ready to die in a cleansing ramming?

Rygel rams her with his head. Lotta power in that throne sled.

JOHN: Rygel, cut it out.

RYGEL: I'm gonna kill the bitch now!

Rygel rams her again.

JOHN: Rygel, we don't know what's going on. We don't know anything, so we don't know if killing her will stop the damn signal.

RYGEL: Who cares?! It'll shut her up, and make me feel good!

Rygel rams her three more times.

JOHN: Buckwheat! Stop it!

BORLIK: Go on, kill me! Shoot me! Cut me into pieces and burn my flesh with selic acid, but my broadcast will still be sent. The apocalypse will cleanse you all. ( resumes chanting )

Crichton rolls his eyes with disgust, and walks away, sitting at the opposite side of the bar.

RYGEL: At least let me shut her up.

Rygel stuffs a large blue cloth in Borlik's mouth, effectively silencing her chanting.

JOHN: Shove it in deep, Rygel. -- Pilot, how long before that storm hits.

PILOT: It seems to be increasing in velocity. Probably less than an arn. But I was thinking... since the pipe Borlik's magnetized to is made of hydro-honium steel... perhaps if we found a larger source of it...

JOHN: It would pull her away from the pipe. Good-- we have any of that hydro-crap on board?

PILOT: Running an inventory check now.

JOHN: Aeryn...

( Cut to Aeryn in the vent system. )

JOHN: ( over comms ) ...you might have to forget about the kid.

AERYN: Shhh... I think I heard something.

( Distant pounding sound and muted voices continue. )

JOHN: ( over comms ) Well, make it quick. You've got less than an arn.

AERYN: Yes, I'm here. I just need to know where you are! Keep making noise!

( Distant pounding sound and muted voices continue. )

AERYN: Yeah, hang on! I'm coming! I'll follow your voice!

( Cut back to bar. )

PILOT: I've located three sources of hydro-steel. Two are in the neural cluster cooling rods.

JOHN: Can we get to it?

PILOT: Not in time. But the third source is accessible. The cryo-chambers you brought aboard are lined with hydro-steel. The attraction from one of them could pull Borlik loose.

JOHN: Good, so we drag her on board Moya, fly as far away from the station as we can-- divert the storm.

PILOT: But we're still trapped by the docking cables. I've tried to pull us clear, but I can't.

JOHN: Right, well, find D'Argo. Tell him I need his help on this.

PILOT: I've been signaling his comms, but he's not answering.

JOHN: Why not?

RYGEL: I think I might know why.

INTERCUT

INT. MOYA -- Center Chamber

Crichton enters the chamber, D'Argo's already there, sitting in the dark, deeply into a bottle.
JOHN: Hey, D. How you doin'?

D'ARGO: You know, don't you?

JOHN: Yeah.

D'ARGO: Did you know when I showed you the Union Tattoos?

JOHN: No, I didn't.

D'ARGO: They're bragging about it, aren't they?

JOHN: D'Argo, it's not like that. Rygel found out and he told me what--
John approaches, trying to settle a reassuring hand on his friends shoulder. Said friend snarls at him-- John backs off quickly.

JOHN: ( semi-angrily ) We don't have time for this.

D'ARGO: Yes, I know. I heard you talking to Pilot. You want me to go outside and help free Moya.

JOHN: While I go grab Borlik.

D'ARGO: Well, why don't you get Chiana and Jothee to do it? They like working together--

JOHN: D'Argo! They can't free the cable.

John approaches the table, standing beside D'Argo.

JOHN: They're not as strong as you are. They're not as brave, they're not as smart--

D'ARGO: Oh, look, don't! All right, just don't!

D'Argo turns on him again, pushing him away, but John won't be pushed. D'Argo siezes him by the shoulder, John returns the gesture -- they are a mere fraction from a brawl.

D'ARGO: They broke my heart, John.

JOHN: I know that. But if you don't go out on Moya and pull that cable off, we're all gonna die when that storm hits.

D'ARGO: Then we all die.

INTERCUT

INT. SPACE STATION -- Ventilation duct

AERYN: I can't hear you anymore! Hello? Are you still there? Can you hear me? Hello? Frell! Hello!?

INTERCUT

INT. MOYA -- Cargo Bay

Jothee and Chiana are pushing one of the cryo-chambers out of the room, they are joined by Crichton.... a very pissed Crichton.

JOHN: What were you thinking?

CHIANA: Obviously, we weren't thinking.

JOHN: Obviously?

JOTHEE: We didn't think we'd get cau--

JOHN: ( really pissed ) Do you know what you did? You betrayed the one person on this ship, who would have done anything for you. Both of you! He would have died for you.

INTERCUT

INT. MOYA -- Subpassage

D'Argo staggers down the subpassage muttering to himself. He's 'stinkin' drunk'.

D'ARGO: "Yeah, we need you D'Argo." "We... need you". "Oh, and by the way, would you mind putting your hands against the wall and spreading your legs so I can kick you up the mivonks? 'Cause you have got to be one dumb tresnak."

D'Argo takes one last drink from the bottle, then tosses it on the floor where it shatters.

D'ARGO: I'm starting depressurization.

PILOT: I've created an intertial field on Moya's skin so you can move around some. But be careful, the winds are reaching speeds of 300 nilits.

D'ARGO: I've got a breathing regulator in case I have to stay out there.

PILOT: Crichton told me you weren't going out.

D'ARGO: Well, you know what? I changed my mind.

PILOT: Why?

D'ARGO: Goodbye, Pilot.

PILOT: D'Argo? ( pause ) D'Argo?

INTERCUT

EXT. MOYA

Breathtaking CGI here as D'Argo climbs out the hatch onto Moya's 'skin'. Debris from the ruined station hurtles by. 300 nilits can't be that fast, but D'Argo's tentacles and hair fly about dramatically! Whew, nice!

D'ARGO: I'm outside, Pilot. Where are the cables?

PILOT: Just looking now, D'Argo. Hammond side.

D'ARGO: Got it.

D'Argo makes his way across Moya's exterior.

INTERCUT

INT. SPACE STATION -- The Bar

Crichton and Stark push the cryo-chamber into the bar.

JOHN: Take the gag out.

Rygel grumbles but pulls the gag out of Borlik's mouth. Sheesh-- she immediately starts chanting again.

RYGEL: Oh, you want to hear this?

BORLIK: See, I see your fear, worm. But the Holy Gezma will embrace even you, if you repent.

RYGEL: ( laughs ) Repent? We have less than an arn. I was a Dominar! It'd take me longer than that to repent.

BORLIK: One about to die, you should feel more shame.

JOHN: Hey 'fridge magnet. I got something for you to feel.

BORLIK: What is that?

JOHN: Oh, what's the matter? Is that your fear I see? You're not so psycho happy now.

BORLIK: What are you doing?

JOHN: This is hydro-steel. Just like that pipe.

STARK: Only this is bigger. So it may be your turn to repent. For all the souls you've murdered!

BORLIK: Don't! Keep it away!

Borlik starts chanting again, but she's pulled away from the ceiling and into the cryo-pod. Crichton and Stark close it on her. She foregoes the chanting for some muffled threats.

JOHN: Got her, Pilot. We're coming back to Moya. We'll try to free her up.

PILOT: Crichton, don't you know? D'Argo's already outside.

INTERCUT

EXT. MOYA

D'Argo works to pry lose a large hunk of piping. He lifts it and it floats away.

D'ARGO: Pilot, I've cleared Moya of all the cables except for two.

PILOT: Be careful, those last cables are pulse rechargers.

D'ARGO: Can you shut them down?

PILOT: I have no control over them. They are linked to the stations power source.

D'ARGO: But I can't move them unless they are neutralized.

PILOT: Crichton's on his way. He can help you.

D'ARGO: No! I can do this alone.

Cut to Chiana in Command

CHIANA: D'Argo, listen to me. Wait for Crichton, he'll--

D'ARGO: No, Chiana! You can never tell me what to do, ever again.

CHIANA: Crichton. Talk to D'Argo. Talk to him now.

Cut to Crichton pushing the cryo-pod quickly, on Moya.

JOHN: D'Argo. D'Argo what are you doin' out there?

D'ARGO: What you asked me to. When I neutralize these cables you'll be able to pull Moya clear.

JOHN: Wait! Wait for me!

D'ARGO: Goodbye, John.

CHIANA: No! Don't do it!

D'Argo touches the two ends of the pulse recharger cables together, an explosion of energy results. D'Argo screams... his body floats away into space, but it's restrained by the safety cable secured to the hatch and his belt.

END ACT III




ACT IV

Crichton finally pushes the cryo-pod into the transport hanger

JOHN: Pilot, why the hell did you let him go out?

PILOT: He didn't ask for my permission.

JOHN: You could have stopped him!

PILOT: I would shut-up and stop wasting time, Commander.

( John pulls the pod to a stop and peers inside, Borlik is 'still' chanting. )

JOHN: You're tellin' the wrong person to shut up.

PILOT: We have less than a quarter of an arn before the storm funnel reaches us.

INTERCUT

INT. MOYA -- Subpassage below exterior hatch.

John, wearing the black pressure suit, stands below the ladder to the hatch, hurriedly preparing to go outside. His expression is grim.

JOHN: Any signal yet, Pilot?

PILOT: Nothing. Crichton, if you are unable to save D'Argo, Moya is willing to try to rip free from the cables, but--

JOHN: No, no, no. I'll get us clear.

JOTHEE: Is he dead? Is my father dead?

JOHN: I don't know.

JOTHEE: I'll go with you. I'm half Luxan, I can survive out there, I'll help--

JOHN: You don't know that, Jothee, and I can't be rescuing two people, now get out of here. -- Get out of here! You're slowing me down!

John pushes Jothee out of the hatch area and seals the door.

JOTHEE: Crichton, no...!

( Crichton puts the helmet on and climbs up the ladder. )

CHIANA: Crichton...

PILOT: Do you see him?

JOHN: Not yet, Pilot.

INTERCUT

EXT. MOYA

( Crichton climbs out of the hatch and onto Moya's 'skin'. Turning slightly, he can see D'Argo floating at the end of the tether line, like a big 'ol kite. )

JOHN: D'Argo? ( pause ) Pilot, he's not responding. I'm gonna fix the ship first, then go after him.

CHIANA: Get to him. Get to him, now.

JOHN: Heading for the cables.

Now here's a nice shot-- from behind, as John crawls, hands and feet, across Moya's exterior.

CHIANA: I'm coming out there myself.

JOHN: No, Chiana! Stay the hell where you are!

CHIANA: Frell!

Cut to Aeryn trudging through the vent system, the cries for help are clearly heard.

CHILD: Help me!

AERYN: Hang on, I'm almost there!

CHILD: Help me! Please! Hurry!

MOORDIL: Save them!

Cut back to the bar.

MOORDIL: I should have known Borlik was one of them.... a Kampek!

Cut to Ext. Moya. Crichton struggling with a large flexible pipe (looks like the same one D'Argo freed earlier).

JOHN: Pilot, I can't--

Moya lurches, John loses his grip and floats away from the ship-- he's 'not' wearing a safety tether! A lucky grab and he latches onto one of the pulse cables snaring Moya.

Cut back to Vent system-- Aeryn reaches her goal.

AERYN: Right, I'm at the access hatch. Moordil, what's the code?

MOORDIL: ( weak groaning )

AERYN: Moordil! What's frelling code?!

Cut back to the bar, Moordil gasps out an unintelligible response.

AERYN: I can't hear you! Moordil?

Moordil gasps once more and dies (Yep, sorry, Thomas Holesgrove dies yet again-- sorry bout that inky!) -- Cut back to Aeryn, crouching by the pod hatch.

ZHAAN: By the Goddess.

AERYN: What's the frelling code?!

STARK: Aeryn, he's dead. Moordil's dead.

RYGEL: Get back now, we've got to get out now!

AERYN: No way, not yet.

Aeryn rummages through her back pack, pulling out the weapon she traded the pulse pistol for.

AERYN: Just hope this works.

Aeyrn fires the weapon at the access hatch, it drops open, revealing one small girl standing below, inside the pod. Aeryn slides onto her backside, blinking. It seems she's amazed it worked.

AERYN: Frell me dead.

Inside the pod, three more children appear, looking up at Aeryn.

Cut to EXT. Moya, John struggling with the pipe again.

CHIANA: Have you reached him?

JOHN: Not yet, I'll get to him soon.

CHIANA: Get to him now.

JOHN: Chiana, I'm busy, and if I don't... whoa!

John's dislodged by another lurch from Moya and drifts away from the ship, too far to grab a handy cable. Handily, D'Argo appears, grabbing him and pulling him back to Moya's surface. And hey, another reason to get BB into a flying rig! yay! Interestingly, total deja vu on Family Ties here! yay again!

D'ARGO: John! I've got you.

JOHN: D'Argo!

D'ARGO: Let's get the cable.

JOHN: You all right? ( pause ) All right, on my count... one... two... three!

D'Argo and John fling the cable/pipe whatever thing, away from Moya.

JOHN: That's it, Pilot. Moya's free; we're comin' in.

PILOT: Hurry! We must draw the storm away from the station now!

Crichton starts moving back toward the hatch, but a glance back shows him that D'Argo's takin' a little 'sit down'

JOHN: D'Argo. ( panting ) Aw, man... what are you doin'?

Crichton crawls back to where D'Argo is sitting, and sits down next to him.

JOHN: Hell... I'm not goin' in without you D'Argo.

INTERCUT

INT. SPACE STATION -- Vent system

Aeryn, leading her trail of young'un's back to the Bar.

AERYN: Keep moving... that way...
The children file past her

AERYN: Zhaan, what's going on? We're getting the dren knocked out of us down here.

ZHAAN: Aeryn, hurry. You must get back here! Moya's free, but the storm may still hit us!

AERYN: Well, if it does, I don't think we're going to make it.

ZHAAN: Hurry!

AERYN: Come on, move it!

INTERCUT

INT. MOYA

Chiana opens the door to the hatch area and darts in, Crichton moves around her, exiting quickly.

CHIANA: Is he alive?!

JOHN: He's alive. Look after him.

CHIANA: ( whispering ) D'Argo...

Cut to Ext. Corridor-- Crichton's moving and trying to shuck the pressure suit at the same time-- ah. Now 'that's' entertainment--

JOTHEE: Crichton, where is he?!

JOHN: He's with Chiana.

John points toward the hatch way and Jothee runs that way.

JOHN: Pilot, are we moving?

PILOT: Attempting Starburst--

JOHN: No! In Starburst the storm won't be able to track Borlik's signal!

PILOT: Accelerating, now.

Cut back to Hatchway. D'Argo's sprawled on the floor, Chiana kneels over him.

CHIANA: I thought you were going to die out there.

D'ARGO: ( a hoarse whisper ) ... hey, come here. ... I want... you both... to stay away from me!

Chiana stands up, and from behind, Jothee tries to place a reassuring hand on her arm, she shakes it off.


CHIANA: Don't...

INTERCUT

INT. MOYA -- Transport Hanger

Crichton runs in to attend to Borlik.

JOHN: Commuter forecast on your travel day: storms expected ( trailing off ) just for you...

Crichton's 'witty banter' trails off as he notes that Borlik is no longer in the cryo-pod.

BORLIK: I think I'll be able to share my purification. It took all my strength, but I was able to reconfigure the magnetics and stick here. By the time you cut me down, the storm will be upon us. ( resumes chanting )

JOHN: You're too smart.

BORLIK: Where are you going?

JOHN: Uh, you win... we lose... you, you outsmarted us. But that door you're stuck to? It's detachable.

BORLIK: No!

JOHN: Yes.

BORLIK: No, you lie! No, you will still be purified! The Holy Gezma's punishment will be brought down upon--

JOHN: Blah-blah, blah-blah, blah-

BORLIK: ( resumes loud chanting )

JOHN: Pilot, I'm clear. Detach the door... and suck this bitch out!

CUT TO Pilot's Den, Pilot is laughing maniacally!

CUT TO EXT. SPACE, The storm funnel approaches Moya's stern.

CUT TO Pilot's Den, Pilot, still laughing maniacally! Engages a control, detaching the door Borlik is 'stuck to'.

CUT TO Close on Borlik's face, screaming

CUT TO EXT. SPACE, The door moves quickly away from Moya as she changes course, the storm funnel strikes the door and destroys it. Very nice effect.




END ACT IV




EPILOGUE

INT. SPACE STATION -- The Bar

Aeryn brings the kids into the bar. Each slides down the vent and into the bar in turn. Anxious parents standby to gather the lost children into their arms. A serious 'non-Peacekeeperish' moment for Aeryn.


AERYN: There you go. That's it. Watch your head. Good.

ZHAAN: Thank the Goddess. The children are safe.

STARK: Now we must find a planet where you can regain your strength.

ZHAAN: If she so wishes it.

Crichton enters the bar, passing behind Zhaan and Stark, and approaching Aeryn, hands her a bottle of 'water', and a hand up.


JOHN: Been, ah... thinking about that thing we talked about. About charity, and ah... maybe...

AERYN: Maybe you were right. We should do nothing.

JOHN: What about body fluids?

( They both grin. )

AERYN: There'll be a back log.

RYGEL: Fluid levels? Back log? Is there some kind of problem?

JOHN: ( grinning ) Shut up.

RYGEL: What did I say?

JOHN & AERYN: ( Still grinning and simultaneously ) Shut up!

INTERCUT

INT. MOYA-- Somewhere.

Chiana and Jothee sit on either side of a doorway, the wall between them.


CHIANA: You really gonna... gonna leave without saying anything?

JOTHEE: Yeah. D'Argo's right. I know nothing of Luxan honor or integrity. I'm a half Luxan. I betrayed him...

CUT TO D'Argo in the Center Chamber, he's holding the 'male half' of the Union Tattoo... watching Chiana and Jothee on the holo display

JOTHEE: ... and if I stay, I'll probably do it again.

CHIANA: It wasn't all your fault.

JOTHEE: Yeah, I never figured that bit. ( laughs weakly ) Why did you do it?

CHIANA: I don't know. D'Argo had plans... for ... for me... for a stupid farm. I didn't want any of them. I knew he wouldn't take no for an answer, so I ... I figured I had to do something he'd never forgive.

JOTHEE: You used me.

CHIANA: Yeah. A little. But you enjoyed it... didn't you?

JOTHEE: Tell my father... if he'll let you. That I'm sorry, and that one day, I'll return, and make it up to you both.

CHIANA: I'll tell him.

D'Argo watches this, tears in his eyes. He takes the union tattoo, and places it in the 'food tray dispenser' -- he sprinkles something over the top of it and shortly it bursts into flames. Burning briefly, but very bright, before it burns out.






ROLL END CREDITS





For your amusement & total body immersion:
Check Out the Following Reviews/Episode Synopsis at the scifi.com "Farscape" Bulletin Board

Captain Hornblower Reviews: "Suns & Lovers"
FaDoP Reviews: "Suns & Lovers"
News From SACC: "Suns & Lovers"
DocSandor's SPOT THE REFERENCE: "Suns & Lovers"
Rogue Planet Reviews: "Suns & Lovers"
( Watch out Scapers! This one's got bite! )
Bama's Observations: "Suns & Lovers"
SaL: Incoherent Brit Ramblings from RydraWong




| Return to Transcripts Index | Return to FARSCAPE ALLY! | Return to ALLY'S PLACE | Back to CHAINMALE TRIVIA Main | | Back to CMT GAME INDEX |