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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: | |
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Tammy MacIntosh Victoria Longley Nicholas Hope |
Jool Neeyala Kreetago |
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Writer: David Kemper Who also wrote: | |
Director: Tony Tilse Who also directed: | |
| 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 |
| 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: | Guy Gross |
| EDITOR: | Wayne Le Clos |
| COSTUME DESIGN: | Terry Ryan |
| SECOND UNIT DOP: | Danny Batterham |
| STORY EDITOR: | Lily Taylor |
| SCRIPT EDITOR: | Matt Ford |
| PRODUCTION EXECUTIVE: | Robert Wozniak |
| CREATURE SHOP CREATIVE SUPERVISOR: | Dave Elsey |
| VISUAL EFFECTS: | Animal Logic |
COLD OPENINT. MOYA, Pilot's Den Crichton dangles from the bridge, the serpent hovering close over head, it's maw opening wide. Hanging on with only his left hand, Crichton drops his right to the weapon at his thigh, pulling it from the holster. CRICHTON: Winona, don't fail me now.The serpent dives toward him and he opens fire. Four wild shots, some appear to strike the body of the serpent, and it sweeps past him, disappearing into the depths of the ship. Crichton reholsters his weapon and pulls himself back onto the bridge. He walks swiftly to Pilot's console and retrieves the damaged 'gizmo'. CRICHTON: Crap. INTERCUT INT. MOYA, Pilot's Den Aeryn and Zhaan have joined Crichton in Pilot's Den. CRICHTON: I'm tellin' you, Aeryn... it was from Earth. A television transmission.Aeryn examines the gizmo. Zhaan crouches behind Aeryn studying something on the bridge, and Crichton kneels excitedly beside Aeryn who is sitting on the bridge, legs dangling over the side. CRICHTON: No, no, no, no, no! Three Stooges. Whoo whoo whoo whoo whoo...He performs a quick, and to her eyes, quite bizarre, Three Stooges imitation. AERYN: Well, whatever was in there, it's not any use to us now.Crichton's enthusiasm vanishes under their irritation, waning even more as Moya lurches through another gap in the wormhole. CRICHTON: Forget it.Crichton stands, turning his back he paces away slowly. ZHAAN: Where is Neeyala's injured crew member?Aeryn looks at him pointedly, his impatience evaporates. CRICHTON: conceivably. INTERCUT INT. Alien Vessel KREETAGO: I grow weak... Neeyala.Kreetago places a hand on the generator, his body shimmers and disappears. NEEYALA: Shut down their thermal condensers. Losing ability to regulate temperature should convince them to abandon ship. END COLD OPENROLL OPENING CREDITSMy 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 IINT. MOYA, Neural Cluster Crichton, Chiana and Rygel CHIANA: There's no way to tell if this is sabotage.Rygel rips the bandage off his forehead, grunting silghtly. INTERCUT INT. MOYA, Maintenance Bay Aeryn, D'Argo, Zhaan and Stark. D'ARGO: I do not trust Crichton's judgement. INTERCUT CRICHTON: First thing we do... everybody acts normal. INTERCUT AERYN: Don't tip them off-- surprise may be our only ally. INTERCUT CRICHTON: If Neeyala's people aren't sabotaging Moya... we'll go with them. INTERCUT AERYN: If they are, we defeat them. INTERCUT CHIANA: I'll repair some of the Nexus points. INTERCUT STARK: So they're isolated from Moya's main systems. INTERCUT CHIANA: That way, if they fry again... INTERCUT STARK: We'll know it's them. INTERCUT RYGEL: Do you actually believe they're using their generator to turn themselves invisible? INTERCUT D'ARGO: It would explain the sequence of decompressions. INTERCUT CRICHTON: It's geographically consistent with someone running-- INTERCUT D'ARGO: --from place to place. INTERCUT CRICHTON: Which leads us to the blood in Pilot's Den. INTERCUT ZHAAN: The cavern beneath must be searched. INTERCUT CRICHTON: Can we rely on you, Rygel? INTERCUT STARK: Can we rely on Rygel? INTERCUT RYGEL: All right. But not for you... INTERCUT D'ARGO: He has been on Moya the longest. INTERCUT RYGEL: ... for Moya! INTERCUT AERYN: Keep comms on restricted frequency.Aeryn stands, turning to leave the Maintenance Bay. INTERCUT CRICHTON: Switch comms to Deka.Crichton stands, turning to leave the Neural Cluster. INTERCUT ZHAAN: Neeyala?Aeryn pulls something out of her mouth, glaring at her hand in revulsion. AERYN: What is this?!Jool, still bound and gagged, leaning against a stanchion, shrieks muffled protests. INTERCUT INT. MOYA, Hangar A liquid drips from the underside of Farscape, forming a small puddle on the ground. Crichton touches the puddle with a finger and brings it to his nose, smelling the substance. Hearing a noise in the empty hangar, Crichton turns toward the alien shuttle. A ramp decends from it's underside. Crichton unholsters his pistol and approaches warily, he sighs and reholsters the weapon as D'Argo descends the ramp. CRICHTON & D'ARGO: ( simultaneously) What are you doing? INTERCUT INT. ALIEN SHUTTLE A whirring sound accompanies the opening of a forward sheild on the alien shuttle. The sheild lifts revealing a forward portal. Crichton and D'Argo sit in a pair of seats just inside the shuttle. Crichton sits tensely, hands resting on his knees. D'Argo is laid back, quite at home, examining the interior controls. D'ARGO: Formulating ideas.D'Argo presses another control, the ship emits a humming sound, but nothing untoward occurs. CRICHTON: All right. Two for two-- you're not still feeling a little suicidal, are you?D'Argo leans forward and presses another panel, a red light briefly flashes under his hand and the ship emits a high pitched whine. Outside the vessel, an array of thin green lazer beams rotate under the craft. D'ARGO: Now, what do you suppose it does?D'Argo flips another control, the humming changes tone and the green lazer beams stop rotating. D'ARGO: Being on Moya... a fugitive. It's changed me. INTERCUT RYGEL: Pilot's Den. I've ah, found the alien girl. Well, half of her.Rygel examines the body of the young alien girl, Shreena, entangled in cables, her body neatly sheared in half a the waist. RYGEL: Looks like a serpents INTERCUT INT. MOYA, Command RYGEL: ( over comms ) bite to me. INTERCUT RYGEL: ( gasps ) What in hezmana for? INTERCUT AERYN: I like to know my enemy.Zhaan enters Command and brushes past Aeryn, weaving between the slanting white pylons of the alien vessel, she makes her way toward the entry point. AERYN: Zhaan?Aeryn follows Zhaan. AERYN: Zhaan!Aeryn grabs Zhaan, pulling her back. Zhaan turns on Aeryn, red eyes blazing, and slams her back against one of the pylons. ZHAAN: That woman was invisible when she was killed in Pilot's den. Their betrayal must be punished.Moya lurches, Zhaan stumbles, crouching on the floor. ZHAAN: I must control myself.Zhaan looks up at Aeryn, her eyes once again their normal vibrant blue. ZHAAN: Don't undervalue yourself.Zhaan stands, caressing Aeryn's cheek gently. ZHAAN: Don't underestimate yourself. INTERCUT INT. MOYA, Main Passageway. Stark sits near the wall, performing some maintenance inside a small access panel. Jool whimpers and whines behind him. The gag is gone, but she's still cuffed behind her back. JOOL: A living ship... I've never heard of such a beast.Jool cowers away, whimpering as Stark rages beyond reason. STARK: Oh, you want to cry young creature? I will show you something that will make you cry forever.Jool shrieks, obviously causing Stark some amount of pain, the tools he was working with being to melt. Suddenly the panel he was working on overloads and shorts out. Stark runs back to the panel. STARK: It's me. ( panting ) Uh, tier five, hammond level. A circuit blew, but I had it off line. Someone was here, invisible. Get ready. END ACT IACT IIINT. MOYA, Command NEEYALA: The priviledge of working with techology is guaranteed by our families. Should we fail to return this ship, they will all be executed. INTERCUT INT. MOYA, Cargo Bay The door swings open, a heavy white mist fills the bottom few inches on the Cargo Bay, the mist stirs in accompaniment to the sound of footfalls. A small access panel drops open and the circuits inside short out. The lights go out, plunging the bay into darkness. D'ARGO: DRD's... find this frelling bastard.Several DRD's roll into the the darkend Cargo Bay, their green sensor beams illuminate the space in eerie swirling green bands. Kreetago's form is temporarily silouetted by the green light. D'Argo and Chiana enter cautiously. CHIANA: Very krell, D'Argo. How'd you think of it?Kreetago's silouette appears inside the beams, he turns toward D'Argo and Chiana, the sound of his gills readying his needles alerts D'Argo to danger. D'ARGO: His needles!With awesome ease, D'Argo parries four needles with his Qualta Blade. ( Too cool! ) Chiana falls. CHIANA: ( screams ) My leg!D'Argo fires twice at Kreetago, who runs out of the Cargo Bay. D'Argo gives chase. CHIANA: D'Argo! I'm hit!D'Argo runs back to her side, gripping her thigh powerfully, just above the needle, and drags her out of the room. Chiana screams! INTERCUT D'Argo steps into the passage outside the Cargo Bar. Chiana is slung on his back, her arms around his shoulders, legs gripping his hips. D'ARGO: He's out here somewhere.They both hear the sound of Kreetago's gills readying to deploy his needles, Chiana screams, and D'Argo aims his rifle one-handed down the passage toward the noise, and fires, a progressive spread of three shots. The third shot finds it's mark blind, a splash of whitish blood marks the kill. INTERCUT INT. MOYA, Command Zhaan and Neeyala are alone on command, Zhaan cuffs Neeyala hands behind her back. D'ARGO: ( over comms ) Zhaan. Chiana's got one of their needles in her leg.Zhaan turns Neeyala to face her. ZHAAN: If this young girl dies, I will come back for you and I will most certainly lose any chance I have left... of meeting my Goddess.Zhaan turns to leave but stops short as a shrill pulsing whine sounds, she observes Aeryn and John returning, and so she departs. AERYN: Explain. INTERCUT INT. ALIEN VESSEL Neeyala, with hands cuffed behind her back, precedes Aeryn and Crichton, through the entry from Moya's Command. NEEYALA: Once activated, the powercell will engorge a final time. And when it releases... we'll find out if our ships are destined to separate.Crichton pulls his pistol from his holster, and Aeryn removes Neeyala's cuffs. AERYN: Go ahead.Neeyala manipulates a few controls. NEEYALA: Be aware, should our vessels disengage, the built-in timing favors yours being the one destroyed. INTERCUT INT. MOYA, Main Passageways Rygel hovers down a passage, discussing options and plans with D'Argo and Stark via comms. Stark and D'Argo move quickly down another main passageway. RYGEL: Ridiculous. We tried Starburst. Everybody heaved.At a passage junction, Stark and D'Argo fall in behind Rygel, they continue the discussion. ( And hey, bravo Tony, lovely! ) RYGEL: All perfect reasons to be on her ship, strapping in for the ride. INTERCUT INT. MOYA, Main Passage Crichton and Aeryn move rapidly down a corridor, weaving between the narrow white pylons of the alien vessel piercing Moya. CRICHTON: We gotta seal all the chambers on the outer rim. Starburst is gonna spin us like a top. One decompression and we're vapor.A, by now, distinctive shriek pierces the air and Crichton and Aeryn pull weapons and run back into Command. Jool cowers by the defense screen, shrieking her head off. Neeyala cowers to the side, liquid dripping from the edges of the cuffs that secure her hands behind her back. Jool's scream is 'melting' the handcuffs! (Why isn't everyone deaf?! hehe) Aeryn and Crichton run in and begin firing at the serpent hovering over Jool. The serpent turns toward them, and they duck and the serpent sweeps overhead and out the door. Jool continues that god-awful shrieking, tapering off slowly. AERYN: It didn't disappear. That's new.Aeryn exits and Crichton attempts to follow. NEEYALA: You do anything to upset the balance that I have set into place...Crichton leaves. JOOL: You can't leave us tied up like this! What if that thing comes back? INTERCUT INT. MOYA, Zhaan's Lab Zhaan uses her 'microscope' to analyze the venom from the alien quill. Chiana lies on the lab table. D'Argo hovers. ZHAAN: Mm. These are very similar to the quellian tibor's mating spikes. Pliable root, tensile fiber stalk, metalline venom tip.Chiana attempts to rise to the moment, but Zhaan urges her to lie back down on the table. CHIANA: I heard the plan, I'm ready to go.Zhaan stumbles and nearly falls, but D'Argo is there to catch her, guiding her to a safer landing on a crate. D'Argo kneels before her. ZHAAN: Ever my protector.Zhaan strokes his check gently. ZHAAN: How ironic is that?Zhaan takes D'Argo's hand in hers and presses it gently to her face. INTERCUT INT. MOYA, Neural Cluster Stark and Rygel work on making the connections D'Argo described. RYGEL: Too bad about Pilot, I liked him. INTERCUT INT. MOYA, Command Crichton charges back into command collapsing to his knees in front of Jool who still sits cuffed in front of the Defense Screen. He places a comms chip indelicately between her breasts, and moves behind her to remove the cuffs. He's all business with no time for nonsense. CRICHTON: Comms chip.He pulls Jool to her feet. CRICHTON: I want you to make a judgement call. When you think it's gonna blow... you get us back here.Crichton shoves a pulse rifle into her arms and turns to leave. Jool is unspeakably confused! JOOL: What?! I mean... I don't know how...Insulted, Jool stands, one hand on hip, pulse rifle dangling like a purse. JOOL: Don't presume to know anything about me.Crichton returns to her, pulling the pulse rifle up, aiming it for her, at Neeyala. CRICHTON: You hold this steady, be more afraid of what you're aiming at.Crichton points an emphatic finger at Neeyala and turns to leave-- again. JOOL: ( whining ) I've never done anything like this before.Crichton turns about at the door, angry himself now. CRICHTON: Not on purpose! He was a corpsicle, and your other cousin... he didn't last half a minute defrosted.Crichton flings both arms up into the air. CRICHTON: Welcome... to the Federation Starship, SS Buttcrack!Crichton turns to leave again, twice slapping both hands against his buttocks to emphasize his point INTERCUT INT. MOYA, Subpassage Moya vibrates heavily, D'Argo staggers in the passage. D'ARGO: Decompression, Tier 3! INTERCUT INT. MOYA, Main Passage Crichton, running out of command, stumbles and falls heavily against the bulkhead as Moya lurches and heaves to one side. INTERCUT INT. MOYA, Main Passage Moya lurching heavily, Zhaan leans against a bulkhead, holding on. ZHAAN: It's rolling! Internal airtights are giving way! INTERCUT INT. MOYA, Neural Cluster STARK: Zhaan, do not enter Pilot's access corridor.Stark grabs a support as the ship lurches again. INTERCUT INT. MOYA, Zhaan's Lab Chiana watches the many vials on the table beside her vibrate, a gentle breeze stirs her hair. INTERCUT INT. MOYA, Main passage D'ARGO: Vent Tier Three and Four Air Bladders-- back-pressure the hatches. INTERCUT INT. MOYA, Main Passage CRICHTON: On three, big man, you go four.Moya rocks and rolls and Crichton is bounced off the bulkhead, recovering quickly he continues forging rapidly ahead. Aeryn passes him quickly, coming from the opposite direction. AERYN: No blocked-- outer hull rupture. Long way.Crichton wheels about and follows Aeryn at a run. CRICHTON: Chiana's okay. INTERCUT INT. MOYA, Command Neeyala lurches forward under the ships unsteady footing. Liquified metal still dripping from the cuffs. Jool wheels about from the alien ships control console and points the pulse rifle fearfully at Neeyala. Neeyala's gaze shoots over Jool's head and she screams a warning. NEEYALA: Serpent!Jool hops up and down in a panic, shrieking wildly! Neeyala cringes. INTERCUT INT. MOYA, Main Passage Aeryn and Crichton round a bend the the passage, continue running to their goal. CRICHTON: It's a good call on Rygel and the gill darts. Anybody ever tell you how good you are around here?They round another bend in the passage. CRICHTON: Whoa!They both turn, running back the way they came. The serpent continues to glide toward them from the bend in the tunnel ahead. -- However, realizing that they need to go that very direction, they stop, turn and pulling their weapons, open fire on the serpent. The serpent is unphased by the weapons fire and keeps on coming, much more rapidly of course. Aeryn and Crichton cease fire and run! CRICHTON: Go on, keep movin'. I got a plan.They bolt into the Maintenance Bay, closing the door between themselves and the serpent. CRICHTON: Damn these doors.Crichton pushes against the door just as the serpent slams against it from the passage side. They both press their backs against the door, holding it closed as the serpent continues to slam against the door which refuses to lock. CRICHTON: They always work.Crichton abandons the door. Running into the hangar bay, he heads up the ramp into the alien shuttle. Aeryn following reluctantly. AERYN: How did this ship get open?Crichton stumbles on the last step, making it into the ship on hands and knees. He scrambles toward the forward cockpit, eying the controls with frantic haste. AERYN: But we don't know anything about it.The Maintenance Bay door opens, admitting the Serpent. One glance back and Aeryn climbs into the shuttle behind Crichton. Crichton flips a few random controls and the shuttle whirs to life, a loud beeping sound fills the hanger. The serpent heads directly toward them. AERYN: Crichton, you idiot!Crichton looks back and sees the serpent, nearly upon the shuttle, his eyes go 'round', and he turns back to the controls, trying a few more controls. Aeryn moves rapidly forward in the cockpit, but the serpent will soon have them trapped in a very tight enclosed space. CRICHTON: D'Argo found a forcefield here somewhere. Just gotta find the button.Crichton flips open a panel and sees a large red button. Lacking other options he presses it just as the serpent's head enters the shuttle. The defense shield snaps on, neatly slicing the serpent in two. The parts flop onto the floor of the shuttle and the hangar bay. CRICHTON: ( panting ) Idiot? Ha! World class plan.(uh-oh, Crichton had Tier Three. Big man had Tier Four.) CRICHTON: Zhaan. Uh, sorry. We ran into a little problem here. END ACT IIACT IIIINT. MOYA, Main Passage Crichton seals another door. CRICHTON: That's it. All the outer chambers are sealed. How'd you go, Heavy D? INTERCUT INT. MOYA, Neural Cluster RYGEL: If... Pilot's dead... INTERCUT INT. MOYA, Main Passage CRICHTON: Aeryn, it's all you now. INTERCUT INT. MOYA Power's out in this location, a door swings open and Aeryn, in black pressure suit and helmet, enters with a lantern. AERYN: Link number four... open to space. INTERCUT INT. MOYA, Zhaan's Lab CHIANA: Only one more to go. INTERCUT INT. MOYA, Main Passage CRICHTON: Jool, how's the timing? INTERCUT INT. MOYA, Command JOOL: I'm not sure. INTERCUT INT. MOYA AERYN: Third level in is compromised... like the last two. INTERCUT INT. MOYA, Zhaan's quarters. Zhaan is seated, crystals in hand... praying fervently. More intensely than we've yet seen. ZHAAN: I beseech your wisdom. Hatale, I entreat your spirit. Hatala, I petition your mercy. The gentle are stricken, the kind are helpless, the silent uncounted. INTERCUT INT. MOYA AERYN: I'm approaching Pilot's Den. INTERCUT INT. MOYA, Zhaan's quarters. ZHAAN: Even as a tenth level Pa'u I am weary and without resources. Oh, Goddess of all things holy. Hear my soul. INTERCUT INT. MOYA, Pilot's Den Aeryn walks down a short length of passage, and enter's Pilot's Den. She slowly walks toward the console. ZHAAN: [O.V.]This gentle ship is pledged to my care and I am powerless. Though I am but a mote upon your winds... INTERCUT INT. MOYA, Zhaan's Quarters. ZHAAN: ... grant me one supplication. Ask anything in return. INTERCUT INT. MOYA, Pilot's Den Aeryn, standing beside Pilot's motionless form, removes her helmet and inhales sharply. INTERCUT INT. MOYA, Zhaan's Quarters ZHAAN: Just spare them their lives. INTERCUT INT. MOYA, Pilot's Den AERYN: The seal has held. The air is thin, but it is breathable. INTERCUT INT. MOYA, Main Passage CRICHTON: Yes! INTERCUT INT. MOYA D'Argo growls with approval. INTERCUT INT. MOYA, Neural Cluster RYGEL: Yotzah! INTERCUT INT. MOYA, Zhaan's Lab Chiana stumbles and falls, her unsteady footing not up to the random lurches of the ship. (And where is that frelling wind coming from?) INTERCUT INT. MOYA, Zhaan's Quarters ZHAAN: Thank you. ... Thank you. ... Thank you. INTERCUT INT. MOYA, Command Neeyala appears quite unhappy. INTERCUT INT. MOYA, Pilot's Den Aeryn gently pries open one of Pilot's eyelids, peering at him carefully. AERYN: If we're going to try this, I'm going to need Moya's adrenal secretions pumping on my command. INTERCUT INT. MOYA, Zhaan's Quarters ZHAAN: Just tell me when. INTERCUT INT. MOYA, Pilot's Den AERYN: So, we're agreed? One shot. INTERCUT INT. MOYA, Main Passage CRICHTON: Go! INTERCUT INT. MOYA, Neural Cluster STARK: Go! INTERCUT INT. MOYA, Zhaan's Quarters ZHAAN: Go! INTERCUT INT. MOYA, Main Passage Chiana's limping madly down the corridor, D'Argo jogs behind her easily closing the gap between them. D'ARGO: Go!D'Argo slows his pace at Chiana's shoulder. D'ARGO: You should'nt be up.Chiana grabs his shoulder and hops into his arms with a grunt of pain. CHIANA: Get me there! INTERCUT INT. MOYA, Maintenance Bay Crichton runs into the Maintenance Bay. CRICHTON: Time? INTERCUT INT. MOYA, Command JOOL: Fractionally faster. ... John? INTERCUT INT. MOYA, Crichton grabs a diagnostic tool from a workbench as he walks toward the module. CRICHTON: Yeah? INTERCUT INT. MOYA, Command JOOL: ...so important?Behind Jool, Neeyala has been struggling with her bonds. Abruptly her struggles bear fruit, one hand slips out of the cuffs, and she's free. Free and pissed. INTERCUT INT. MOYA, Maintenance Bay Crichton, stands bent over the module, fussing with something inside. But he has uninvited company. SCORPIUS: Bravo! Bravo!Crichton freezes, as Scorpius, in a black suit and white shirt applauds from behind him. Crichton steps slowly down from the module, still not turning, as Scorpius rants on. SCORPIUS: Magnificent! Encore, encore, John! John Crichton... was riviting in the role of cheerleader.Crichton gently strokes the side of the module as Scorpius approaches. SCORPIUS: Rallying his comrades in aid of the stricken ship he had earlier betrayed...Crichton wheels on Scorpius, gripping his throat with one hand and driving him backward... right into the grill of a white Ford Semi. Back in the 'Theatre Of The Mind', Crichton holds Scorpius pressed against the truck, they are both formally attired. CRICHTON: That's my dad's Tux. Take it off!Crichton abruptly releases Scorpius, examining his own attire. They speak simultaneously! CRICHTON: This is not mine! This is not my Tux!Crichton takes in his surroundings. CRICHTON: Macon... Georgia. Macon, Georgia.Scorpius also seems to be 'remembering' the locale. They continue speaking simultaneously. SCORPIUS: Ah! College-- spring break, hitch hiking to see the strippers--Crichton turns on Scorpius, cutting him off, shouting vehemently. CRICHTON: Hey! Yo, yo! No, you do not enter my reality! You do not talk to me in my reality! If I want you, I'll call! Those are the rules!They now stand nose to nose, Crichton enraged; Scorpius calm. SCORPIUS: Unacceptable. And I suggest you sue for peace now. Your distractions are many, while I'm totally dedicated to getting a measure of freedom. No more dumpsters, John.Crichton walks away, hands elegantly in pockets, Scorpius follows, walking by his side. SCORPIUS: You might fool them with your rah-rah... but I know the disappointment of letting Neeyala's ship be destroyed.Crichton glances back over his shoulder as a vehicle slowly approaches. CRICHTON: Yeah, well you can't have everything you want.Crichton turns, facing the vehicle, and sticks his thumb out. Scorpius, watching him, copies the gesture. Oh-my, they're hitchin' a ride! CRICHTON: I'll figure out wormholes by myself.The vehicle glides slowly past, not stopping. Crichton gives it a close look. CRICHTON: Green Chevy... I had one of those.Crichton contemplates this for a split second and bolts... right out of the 'Theatre of the Mind', and into the Maintenance Bay. He runs a few steps back toward the module, slides to a stop, and spins about, and bolting for the exit, his feet slipping a bit before finding traction. CRICHTON: Jool?! Jool! INTERCUT INT MOYA, Command Crichton enters, weapon drawn and ready. All is silence save the rapid beeping of the alien console. Jool is on the floor, cradling her head with one hand and moaning softly. INTERCUT INT MOYA, Main Passage Zhaan works on a bundle of fibers. ZHAAN: Adrenal secretions fully opened, Aeryn. Goddess speed. INTERCUT INT MOYA, Pilot's Den Aeryn, braced against the console, leaps into the air and kicks Pilot vigrously in the side, his body wobbles slightly. She kicks him again, and again, he does no more than wobble slightly and moan. AERYN: Pilot!She strokes his shoulder lovingly, then kicks him in the side again. AERYN: Everywhere!Pilot wobbles, his eyes blinking blearily, his voice sluggish. PILOT: Officer Sun? Hello.Aeryn laughs lightly, quite relieved. She strokes the side of his face, smiling radiantly. AERYN: Hello.Pilot's eyes start to roll closed again and he falls unconcious. AERYN: No... n...Desperation pushing her, she leaps up and kicks him again. AERYN: Wake up! INTERCUT INT MOYA, Alien Vessel Crichton steps into the access way and moves into the vessel, weapon drawn. The beeping and the lights continue thier rapid pattern. Neeyala is at a control console. Crichton approaches her, weapon held high, pointed up. CRICHTON: Neeyala. Let's work together on this. We'll all survive. We'll get you home.Crichton brings his weapon to bear on her. CRICHTON: You shouldn't have lied.Neeyala moves to another console and presses another control. CRICHTON: Don't make me shoot you.Neeyala depresses another control. NEEYALA: We share a joined hull. I have just infused our beacon into the Leviathan's superstructure.Disbelieving smile on his face, he approaches Neeyala, waving his hands in the air. CRICHTON: We're gonna have... another set of bad guys chasing us across the universe.Crichton backs away, laughing. NEEYALA: Unfortunately, Commander, not you.Crichton darts behind the generator structure. Neeyala circles around the other way, and deploys her quills as he appears. All four bury themselves into the white pylon just in front of his face. He pauses for a split second and runs the other way. Neeyala circles back again, trapping him behind the generator, she fires again, but clearly misses. Crichton keeps the generator between them. CRICHTON: Hey, Neeyala! You think this is gonna get you what you want?!Neeyala darts around the side of the generator and launches her quills again. Crichton dodges away blindly, colliding heavily with Jool, who has just staggered in from Command, still clutching her head. They both fall to the floor. CRICHTON: Jool, you nitwit!Crichton pulls himself off the floor, managing his knees, just as Neeyala circles the generator again, she has a clear shot at him, the generator is no longer between them, he has no where to go. Jool sees her and begins shrieking! NEEYALA: I have never before released my bristles to kill. Your forgiveness.Jool's shriek intensifies-- an earsplitting banshee wail--, her hair blazing red. Neeyala's bristles deploy from her gills, striking Crichton square in the chest. They bounce off and clatter to the floor. Crichton sweeps one up, examining the tip. CRICHTON: Melted tips?Rising from his knees he discards the quill and charges Neeyala, clapping his hands against her gills, preventing her from firing again. Jool continues her ear splitting shreik. Neeyala struggles with Crichton, trying to free herself. CRICHTON: Neeyala, what's the matter? Can't you hear me?Neeyala struggles with Crichton, and Jool rolls away from them, her shrieking finally ceasing. Crichton is slammed against a pylon and Neeyala pulls his hands away from her head, shoving him back between two crossed pylons, firing her bristles once more. Crichton grips the pylons and swings forward, kicking her in the gut, hurling her backward. Neeyala staggers back, colliding with the generator. The generator hums, and she sizzles, disintegrating quickly, leaving nothing but a pile of pebbled sand on the floor where she stood. The remains of Neeyala still trickling into a small pile, Crichton bends down and picks up another one of her quills from the floor, examining the melted metallized tip. He drops the quill and looks at Jool. CRICHTON: That's a hell of a scream. Thanks. Come on! INTERCUT INT. MOYA, Command Crichton runs back into Command, leaping over and ducking under the large pylons of the alien vessel, Jool follows, whimpering almost constantly in terror. The beeping of the generator is reaching a peak. CRICHTON: We're almost out of time. INTERCUT INT. MOYA, Pilot's Den AERYN: Pilot's just doing the calculations now... INTERCUT INT. MOYA, Command AERYN: ( over comms ) It won't be long.Crichton reaches the control console of the alien vessel and one look tells him... CRICHTON: We're out of time, Aeryn! INTERCUT INT. MOYA, Pilot's Den AERYN: Just a little bit more? INTERCUT INT. MOYA, Command CRICHTON: We are out of time! END ACT IIIACT IVINT. MOYA, Command Crichton pushes Jool toward the alien control console. CRICHTON: Which ones? Which ones?!Jool examines the console intently, then gestures at a few controls. JOOL: These! I'm pretty sure.The lights flash rapidly, and the beeping has achieved an almost constant whine. Zhaan arrives, gesturing at several controls on the console. ZHAAN: This, this, this, this, this.Jool continues to babble on, providing her logic, Crichton cuts her off and pushes her out of the way. CRICHTON: Enough! Enough! Thank you... over there.Jool doesn't enjoy being pushed out of the way and gasps indignantly at this treatment. CRICHTON: Guys, I got Zhaan here with me. Where are you? INTERCUT INT. MOYA, Main Passage AERYN: On my way. We're not quitting. INTERCUT INT. MOYA, Command CRICHTON: D'Argo? Stark?! INTERCUT INT. MOYA, Neural Cluster D'ARGO: We're never gonna make it, John. INTERCUT INT. MOYA, Command D'ARGO: ( over comms ) We voted to stay together. INTERCUT INT. MOYA, Neural Cluster D'ARGO: No matter what. INTERCUT INT. MOYA, Command JOOL: You know, I would care to say that anything that gets me out of here alive is what we should be doing!Pilot's image appears on the clamshell, he looks rocky. PILOT: I am ready...Jool has never seen the like of Pilot before, her eyes are huge, and her jaw is hanging open. A very attractive pose of the 'completely stunned'! Crichton's in complete 'manic' mode. CRICHTON: Man, it's good to see ya! How you doin'? No, no, answer that later. We got a serious situation here! What-- what do we gotta do? INTERCUT INT. MOYA, Pilot's Den PILOT: Impulse data from each test of their generator was stored in Moya's neural circuitry, allowing me to construct a statistical model... INTERCUT INT. MOYA, Command CRICHTON: Yeah, yeah, yeah, whatever-- I trust you to do the math. Just tell me what we gotta do!Jool raises her head from it's 'prayerful' pose, and stares daggers at Crichton's back, just as Aeryn runs in. AERYN: Not as close as you think.Pilot engage manual controls, and the manual flight joystick rotates into place. Crichton pushes Aeryn toward it. AERYN: Crichton, no!Crichton leaves Aeryn with the manual controls and moves back toward the alien control console. ZHAAN: No, John.Zhaan pulls Crichton away from the console, but he pulls away from her. He holds her head in his two hands, using all his persuasiveness. CRICHTON: Zhaan... I've got this.Aeryn abandons the manual control and moves with purpose toward Crichton and Zhaan. AERYN: Get back. Both of you, get back.Aeryn reaches Crichton's side and tries to pull him away from the console, but he resists her as well, pushing her away from the console, forcing her to look on the infiltration of the white pylons of the alien vessel throughout Command. CRICHTON: No! Aeryn. Aeryn, do you see this disco? I put it here; I'm gonna take it away!Crichton tries to get back to the console, but Aeryn won't let him. Zhaan interrupts them both. ZHAAN: Crichton... Aeryn... enough. You are both so good at gauging reality. Yet in this instance...Zhaan pulls the pale blue cowl from her head, revealing all the disruptions on her lovely head. INTERCUT INT. MOYA, Neural Cluster STARK: No!Stark runs out of the chamber. INTERCUT INT. MOYA, Command ZHAAN: So, while I'm still sound of mind and spirit, I choose this path for myself. INTERCUT INT. MOYA, Neural Cluster D'ARGO: Zhaan, you're needed here. INTERCUT INT. MOYA, Command ZHAAN: At one time, I believe I was, but then a family was born. INTERCUT INT. MOYA, Neural Cluster D'ARGO: You birthed it. INTERCUT INT. MOYA, Main Passage Stark runs up against a sealed door. Unable to get through. STARK: Decompression, decompression. Where to go, where to go, where to go? INTERCUT INT. MOYA, Command CRICHTON: Zhaan, it'll be easy. I'll start the generator; I'll come across. INTERCUT INT. MOYA, Main passage Stark runs up against another sealed door. INTERCUT INT. MOYA, Command ZHAAN: For the longest time I feared physical demise, because my spiritual essence was suspect, but now I know I'm worthy. Now I know the transgressions have melted from my soul. Now I know I shall meet my Goddess, and be accepted to her bosom. Sensitive D'Argo... exhuberant Chiana... wise Rygel... selfless Aeryn... innocent Crichton... My children. My teachers, my loves. There is no guilt. There is no blame. Only what is meant to be. Grow through your mistakes, and know that if patient, redemption will find you.She looks at Crichton and Aeryn, smiling. Her gaze begs their understanding and acceptance. CRICHTON: ( softly ) "Wait for the wheel."Zhaan steps close and kisses him softly, in the human way. Turning to Aeryn she caresses her cheek gently, with love. Zhaan backs slowly toward the alien control console, but Aeryn can't let her go. She lunges forward, trying to prevent her, but Crichton holds her back. AERYN: No.Crichton holds her tightly against him, and she weeps, looking away. INTERCUT INT. MOYA, Main Passage Stark stands before another closed and sealed door. He wails in agony, unable to reach his love, falling to his knees his wail continues, heartrending in it's intensity. In his pain, Zhaan reaches out to him through unity, calming him. **Stark? Stark... link with me, my beautiful. Guide me to the place of rest. Melt into my spirit, Stark... so that I may share my last moments, with the man I love.** INTERCUT INT. Moya, Neural Cluster RYGEL: Good-bye, you big, beautiful, blue bitch. INTERCUT INT. MOYA, Command Crichton and Aeryn watch as Zhaan activates the controls on the alien vessel's console. Aeryn's agony is clear upon her face, but Crichton conceals whatever he may be feeling, his emotions tightly controlled. His expression is unreadable, but his eyes never leave Zhaan's as her body wavers, becoming insubstantial, and finally disappears, along with the white pylons of the alien vessel, blowing away like a fog. INTERCUT INT. MOYA, Neural Cluster D'ARGO, CHIANA & RYGEL: No! INTERCUT EXT. SPACE The alien vessel begins to separate from Moya's hull, it's long structure extruding like a gianormous splinter. The ships separate with a huge jolt. INTERCUT INT. MOYA, Command The jolt of the separation tosses Aeryn and Crichton to the deck. They look up through the forward portal to see Zhaan, aboard the alien vessel, drifting away from Moya. INTERCUT INT. MOYA, Main Passage Kneeling silently in the corridor, Stark remains joined with Zhaan. **Always together. Joined as one.** INTERCUT INT. MOYA, Command Aeryn and Crichton continue watching through the portal, the alien vessel moving further away, they see Zhaan perform one last ritual, she bows serenely, passing her hands across her face and over her head. INTERCUT INT. MOYA, Main Passage Stark, utterly still and silent, remains on his knees, listening to the final thoughts of his beloved. **Peace of mind, peace of spirit, piece of soul. INTERCUT INT. MOYA, Command Crichton and Aeryn watch through the forward portal as the alien vessel is ripped apart by extreme forces, yet Zhaan's form remains in place as the shards of the vessel are swept away. Her form transforms to that of a tall swirling, golden flame. It burns brightly before Moya, growing smaller as it seems to rise. Zhaan is gone to the next level. Whatever that might be. The sound of a muffled explosion brings Crichton back to reality, and as Moya begins to lurch and spin in the wormhole, he staggers to his feet, dragging Aeryn with him. CRICHTON: Aeryn, you gotta fly this baby.They reach the manual control stick, but Aeryn only has control for a microt before the ship lurches badly and they are both thrown backward. All onboard stagger as Moya hurtles unguided through the wormhole. Crichton and Aeryn struggle back to the stick and she latches onto it again, Crichton bracing her from behind, but another wild lurch from Moya sends them both flying backward again. All aboard are battered against walls and floors. Pilot groans in pain in concert with Moya no doubt. The ship speeds uncontrolled through the wormhole! END ACT IVEPILOGUEEXT. SPACE Moya glides gently through normal space, her engines hum per usual. INTERCUT INT. MOYA Inside she fares much worse. Emergency lights flicker in almost total darkness. In Command, debris litters the floor, gas vents into the air from leaks in the superstructure, and cabling is strewn across the deck. INTERCUT INT. MOYA, Pilot's Den Two DRD's and Rygel keep Pilot company. From the sound of Pilot's voice, the return to normal space has done much for his and Moya's welfare. Rygel sits next to him, stroking the join of one of his arms ( And oh-my-gosh, Rygel has NEVER seemed quite so small as he does here, when compared with Pilot's bulk. ) PILOT: I... appreciate your concern, Rygel. It's just that, you've never paid this much attention to me before. INTERCUT INT. MOYA, Main Passage Chiana limps down the passage, Jool following after her as best she can, she stumbles and falls clumsily. JOOL: Ow! Oh... wait for me!Jool scrambles to her feet, but Chiana doesn't slow her pace. CHIANA: Not that way on Moya. You want to move faster? Get better shoes. Or maybe, get in better shape.Jool grabs her by the arm, spinning Chi around to face her. JOOL: You have some nerve to talk to me that way. INTERCUT INT. MOYA, Hangar Bay The shield over the front portal open again, D'Argo sits in the pilot's seat of the alien shuttle, quietly contemplative. INTERCUT INT. MOYA, Zhaan's Lab Stark stands facing the table, working at something and Aeryn sits on it just behind him. STARK: Honestly, Aeryn, you don't have to hover over me.Stark turns around, facing Aeryn, a small knife in his hand. Aeryn reaches out carefully and removes the knife from his hand. The intensity of his features relax. STARK: Those I minister to in their final moments, are usually resistant to the process. Not Zhaan. Imagine being so at peace, so certain what was next was better. She doesn't want us upset. She wants us to carry on in her spirit. Positive, and hopeful.Aeryn hands him back the small knife and he turns back to his work. INTERCUT INT. MOYA, Zhaan's Quarters Zhaan's possessions sit untended, broken, melted, or damaged in some other way. Zhaan's essence is everywhere in the room, in the warped sections of the mirror a brief image of Zhaan can be seen before the eye of the camera moves on. In a niche, just past the mirror, next to the fire damaged robes of a Pa'u, sits an unmoving and downcast Crichton. INTERCUT THEATRE OF THE MIND, The Drive-In A movie is projected on the screen, ironically, the Three Stooges. The laugh track of the film provides an awful counterpoint to the grim cirumstances. Crichton leans back against the bumper of the yellow convertable. He's dressed in mourning, black suit and tie, the jacket open. His eyes are downcast, his mood black with loss, a beer bottle dangles lax from his fingers. Scorpius, his silent companion, watches the film, mezmerized.MOE: You're in a court, not in Clancy's pool room. Sit down! Scorpius turns to his companion, as if expecting an answer. Crichton takes a slow pull from the almost empty bottle.CURLY: I'm a victim of circumstance.SCORPIUS: Why is it always the gentle ones that pay the price for everyone else's ambition? Hmm? Exploding suddenly in fury, Crichton hisses his rage and pain, hurling the bottle against the screen... ... glass shatters. CUT TO BLACKROLL CLOSING CREDITS |