FARSCAPE

"Vitas Mortis"

Written by,
Grant McAloon



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


Starring:
Ben Browder
Claudia Black
Virginia Hey
Anthony Simcoe
Gigi Edgley
Commander John Crichton
Officer Aeryn Sun
Pa'u Zotoh Zhaan
Ka D'Argo
Chiana
Guest Starring:
Melissa Jaffer
Anna Lise Phillips
"Old" Nilaam
"Young" Nilaam


Writer: Grant McAloon

Who also wrote:

(1:15) "Durka Returns", (2:18) "Liars, Guns & Money, Part 1: A Not So Simple Plan".



Director: Tony Tilse

Who also directed:

(1:07) "PK Tech Girl", (1:11) "Till The Blood Runs Clear", (1:15) "Durka Returns", (1:18) "A Bugs Life", (1:22) "Family Ties", "The Way We Weren't", (2:10*) "Look At The Princess, Part 1: A Kiss Is But A Kiss", (2:21*) "Look At The Princess, Part 2: I Do, I Think", (2:11*) "Look At The Princess, Part 3: The Maltese Crichton", (2:13) "Beware Of Dog", (2:16) "The Ugly Truth", (2:20) "Liars, Guns & Money, Part 3: Plan B", (3:03) "Self-Inflicted Wounds, Part 1: Could'a, Would'a, Should'a", (3:04) "Self-Inflicted Wounds, Part 2: Wait For The Wheel".




CREATED BY: Rockne S. O'Bannon
CO-EXECUTIVE PRODUCER: Richard Manning
CO-EXECUTIVE PRODUCER: Naren Shankar
PRODUCED BY: Sue Milliken
WRITTEN BY: Grant McAloon
DIRECTED BY: Tony Tilse
EXECUTIVE PRODUCERS: David Kemper
Brian Henson
EXECUTIVE PRODUCERS: Rod Perth
Robert Halmi, Jr.
EXECUTIVE CONSULTANT: Rockne S. O'Bannon
CREATIVE CONSULTANT: Justin Monjo
EXECUTIVE STORY EDITORS: Gabrielle Stanton & Harry Werksman, Jr.
DIRECTOR OF PHOTOGRAPHY: Russell Bacon
PRODUCTION DESIGNER: Rickey Eyres
ASSOCIATE PRODUCER: Andrew Prowse
MUSIC BY: Subvision
COSTUME DESIGNER: Terry Ryan
EDITOR: Minh-Tam Cole Nguyen
SECOND UNIT DOP: Danny Batterham
MAKEUP/HAIR SUPERVISOR: Dave Patterson
STORY EDITOR: Lily Taylor
SCRIPT EDITOR: Grant McAloon
PRODUCTION EXECUTIVE: Robert I. Wozniak
VOICE OF RYGEL: Jonathan Hardy
VOICE OF PILOT: Lani Tupu
PRODUCTION MANAGER: Lesley Parker
CREATURE SHOP CREATIVE SUPERVISOR: Dave Elsey
VISUAL EFFECTS: ANIMAL LOGIC
LINE PRODUCER: Anthony Winley





COLD OPEN





EXT. PLANET SURFACE

Overcast and gray on planet, wind howls. D'Argo, Crichton, and Zhaan walk abreast long an undeveloped road toward a large and 'ominous looking' structure. Very castlelike in appearance, tall, narrow spires reach to incredible heights.




INTERCUT

INT. Castle

The sound of approaching footsteps cause a cloaked figure to raise a hooded head, revealing a 'humanlike' creature with green eyes and a scaley textured skin. D'Argo, Crichton and Zhaan enter through wide open archway. Crichton, slightly in the lead, stops in front of a large low table in the center of the room. The green eyed creature watches silently as they examine their surroundings.

Four tall urns containing open flames grace each of the four corners of the room, three narrow arched and barred windows high up on the far wall cast slanted beams of light into the room. Tall maroon double doors are seated in a slight recess in the right wall of the room.



CRICHTON: Damn... it's colder in here than it is outside.

D'ARGO: Not possible.



Zhaan addresses the cloaked figure.


ZHAAN: Greetings. We have been told we might find a Luxan here.



Without responding, the cloaked figure moves quickly toward the double doors.


CRICHTON: Hey, buddy, we're expected.



The alien darts a nervous glance toward Crichton as he follows him slowly.


CRICHTON: Where ya' goin'?



The doors close in his face.


ZHAAN: I think we're being asked to wait.



Crichton turns away from the door, slightly annoyed, eyeing the spartan room.


CRICHTON: Take a number, have a seat, no magazines... typical.



D'Argo moves toward one of the open flames, appraising it silently. Zhaan joins him.


ZHAAN: Familiar?

D'ARGO: I believe it is an Otec Lamp.



Crichton looks up from his own examination of one of the other Lamps.


CRICHTON: Is that a Luxan thing?

D'ARGO: It is used to ward off evil.

ZHAAN: Then the rumours we heard on the commerce planet must be true after all.



The double doors open with a quiet creak and the alien 'receptionist' reappears.


CRICHTON: Number 78?



The alien silently eyes all three visitors.


CRICHTON: We're good to go.



The alien skitters across the room, exiting quietly, leaving the double doors wide open.


CRICHTON: I'll take that as a "yes".



Zhaan beckons D'Argo slightly with an upraised arm, and he moves to precede her. All three walk through the open doorway to the next room, Crichton slightly in the lead again.


WOMAN: Stop... there.



Obligingly, they all stop just inside the door.


WOMAN: How remarkable. It is a Luxan. Plus, a Delvian and some species I can't identify.

CRICHTON: Human. You wouldn't know about us yet.



On the far side of the room, the source of the ancient sounding female voice is propped up on the pillows of a large bed, her features indescernable behind the haze of a mote filled shaft of light.


WOMAN: I don't care to.... Only the Luxan interests me. Send him closer.



D'Argo lingers beside his companions.


WOMAN: What's the matter? Are you hideous?



D'Argo moves slowly into the room under the reassuring pressure of Crichton's hand urging him forward.


WOMAN: Have you a name?

D'ARGO: I am Ka D'Argo.

WOMAN: Rather young... for a General.



Crichton turns to Zhaan, silghtly surprised.


CRICHTON: ( softly ) General?



Zhaan nods in the affirmative, slightly smiling.


CRICHTON: ( softly ) She must be losing her eyesight.

WOMAN: Yes. But not my hearing. General D'Argo...



The woman leans slightly forward on the bed, her features illuminated rather than obscured by the shaft of light. Indeed, she is a Luxan, her tentacles done up in an elaborate manner.


WOMAN: ... my name... is Nilaam.



On clear sight of her, D'Argo steps back quickly, his gaze lowering to the floor.


D'ARGO: Please forgive me. I did not realize.



D'Argo turns, trying to gather up his friends in outstretched arms, urging them toward the doorway.


D'ARGO: We must leave.

NILAAM: You will stay!



D'Argo stops instantly, glancing back toward Nilaam over one shoulder, gaze still averted. Crichton and Zhaan watch him closely, they've never seen him this scared.


D'ARGO: You're an Orican.



Zhaan immediately lowers her gaze as well, but Crichton just looks quizzically back at Nilaam.


NILAAM: Does that justify you collapsing in fear? Stop your groveling! Look at me.



Crichton's gaze shifts slightly warily between D'Argo and Nilaam, as both D'Argo and Zhaan look up as commanded. D'Argo turns slowly back toward her.




NILAAM: That's better. Come closer.



With a great deal of obvious discomfort, D'Argo walks very slowly closer to the bed where the ancient Luxan woman sits.


NILAAM: Closer.



D'Argo moves closer, stepping up to the side of the bed, getting a good look at the Orican. She is quiet old. Her hair completely white, and flesh deeply wrinkled. As this is the first female Luxan we've seen, it's either a sign of a female or that of an Orican, that she has a boney structure running along her cheekbones to the thinning blade of her typically Luxan nose.


NILAAM: As you can see... I'm dying.



Whatever D'Argo has noticed, he looks at her with fear in his eyes.


D'ARGO: If you wish it... I will attend.



Zhaan's reactions reveal that she has a familiarity with what is being discussed, her concerned expression is not reassuring. Crichton doesn't see her expression, be his growing unease is also evident.


NILAAM: Think you're worthy... of the honor?



D'Argo steps closer, all fear departed, only resolve remaining.


D'ARGO: That judgement is yours to make.

NILAAM: Exactly so. Let's find out.



Nilaam raises her slightly shaking hand from the bedcover, holding it poised before D'Argo's chest, fingers pointed in like a blade, D'Argo eyes her hand with vague discomfort.

An intense internal light races through Nilaams hand, and she thrusts it into his chest. D'Argo flinches only slightly but cries out in pain.

Crichton and Zhaan instantly lunge forward into the room.



CRICHTON: D'Argo!

D'ARGO: No, stand back!



They both watch as D'Argo writhes in pain, Nilaam's hand working violently inside his chest, her eyes rolled back, seeming lost in thought.


NILAAM: You... are very strong. But worthy...?



D'Argo's pain must be nearly unendurable as the examination continues. Crichton unable to restrain himself, takes another involuntary step forward, needing to stop this.


NILAAM: No!



Nilaam withdraws her hand and seemily flings D'Argo backward. He sails through the air, and out of the room.


NILAAM: Fraud!



Crichton wheels about as D'Argo's body flies past, landing with a hard thump on the large table in the next room.


CRICHTON: D'Argo!



Crichton and Zhaan run to his side and the large double doors slam closed between them and the Orican.




END COLD OPEN










ROLL OPENING CREDITS



"My name is John Crichton, an astronaut... ...a radiation wave, and I got shot through a wormhole... now I'm lost in some distant part of the universe, on a ship-- a living ship, full of strange alien life-forms.... Help me. Listen please... is there anybody out there who can hear me? ....I'm being hunted by an insane military commander... doing everything I can... I'm just looking for a way home."








ACT I





INT. ORICAN'S OUTER CHAMBER

D'Argo crawls to hands and knees on the table of the Orican's reception room, resisting the concerns of his companions.


D'ARGO: I'm fine.

CRICHTON: How the hell can you be fine?! She just shoved her hand inside your chest!

D'ARGO: I'm unharmed.

CRICHTON: Then let me look!



Crichton flips D'Argo onto his back with unexpected ease, he and Zhaan frantically search, but find no sign of physical injury.


D'ARGO: As I told you.



D'Argo flings off their arms and rolls to a sitting position.


D'ARGO: We'll leave now.

CRICHTON: ( relieved ) That works for me.

ZHAAN: D'Argo... you don't want to leave.

CRICHTON: Zhaan, word.



Crichton summons Zhaan to his side of the table with an angry preemptory gesture. Zhaan walks around the table to John's side, he grabs her arm, pulling her close.


ZHAAN: D'Argo has been humiliated.

CRICHTON: ( angrily ) Yeah, well considering that woman was grabbing his guts, I'd say he got off lucky with "humilitated".



D'Argo is having no problems overhearing this 'private' argument between Zhaan and John, and indeed he does look humiliated... or at least, embarrassed.


ZHAAN: She does not mean to harm him.



Not successfully repressing anger, Crichton pulls Zhaan closer, though they are already almost nose to nose.


CRICHTON: How do you know?

ZHAAN: ( angrily ) Because, she is an Orican!



Zhaan pulls back, yanking her arm away.


ZHAAN: She is a holy woman, revered by all Luxans.

CRICHTON: And Holy Women never go bad? So why is she way out here... all by herself... alone?

ZHAAN: I don't know.

CRICHTON: Right. You don't know.



The protracted argument is giving D'Argo an opportunity to recover, and rethink the last few minutes.


CRICHTON: She could have been excommunicated... for stickin' her hands... in other people's business!



Crichton turns away from Zhaan, toward the double doors, shouting this last angrily. D'Argo stands, sufficiently angered, and moves to confront Crichton, while Zhaan follows him, reaching out one reassuring hand. ( I'm guessing she's finding his attitude uncharacteristic as well. )


D'ARGO: Her worthiness is not in question. Mine is!

CRICHTON: D'Argo, just because some ancient Luxan doesn't like the feel of your spleen... does not give her the right... ( moving toward the closed doors and shouting angrily )... to call my friend a fraud!



Zhaan again moves to hold Crichton back, but D'Argo hauls him back with a handful of his coat, pulling him around to face him, they are both very angry.


D'ARGO: She called me a fraud because I am not a General!

CRICHTON: Well who said that you were!

D'ARGO: ( quietly ) I did.



In the brief silence, it's clear that John doesn't believe what he's being told.


D'ARGO: These...



D'Argo gestures toward the tattoo's on his chin.


D'ARGO: ...are the markings... of a General.



Crichton looks down at the markings then back to his eyes, still obviously not understanding he glances back over his shoulder to Zhaan who nods in assent.


CRICHTON: Okay.



Crichton looks back 'up' at his friend. ( I love how far up he has to look to meet his friends eyes when standing in close proximity! )


CRICHTON: So, you, uh... you got the barcodes of a General, but you aren't one.

D'ARGO: No.



Still not understanding the problem, Crichton waits for some additional information.


D'ARGO: In my second campaign, our enemy surrounded us. My General was badly wounded. I knew he wouldn't survive interrogation if he were captured, so I took on the tattoo of his rank to protect him.

ZHAAN: Were you captured D'Argo?



D'Argo glances to Zhaan, but his gaze returns to Crichton before giving a reluctant answer. ( Guys bonding in the UT ceremony, yeah! )


D'ARGO: Yes. But my battle unit was freed before the enemy had a chance to see through my ruse.

CRICHTON: But you saved the real General's ass, right?



D'Argo is reluctant to express agreement.


CRICHTON: Right?



D'Argo hesistates to answer, but he doesn't disagree.


CRICHTON: So, tell me...



Crichton slams the backs of his gloved hands against D'Argo's chest for emphasis.


CRICHTON: ...what the hell is she bitchin' about?

ZHAAN: I agree with Crichton. Your fraud served a higher purpose, D'Argo. Surely the Orican can understand that.

CRICHTON: And if she doesn't... brother, that's her problem.

D'ARGO: You're right.

CRICHTON: Good.



D'Argo turns about, and Crichton throws an arm over his friends shoulder, following him.


CRICHTON: So let's get back to Moya and heat up some Irish-Coffees.

D'ARGO: No.



Instead of leaving the way they came, D'Argo heads back toward the Orican's chamber doors.


D'ARGO: No, you're right that she should understand that. Wait here.



Crichton, 'this close' to a clean get-away, trails slowly after the determined Luxan.


CRICHTON: Damn!



Stopping as D'Argo enters the Orican's chamber, Crichton lashes out in frustration, kicking up a cloud of dirt and dust, then walks, dejected, back toward Zhaan.


CRICHTON: We were almost outta here.



INTERCUT

INT. ORICAN'S CHAMBER

D'Argo steps through a half opened door, slamming it behind him. The Orican is up and about, making up her bed.


NILAAM: I have not sent for you.

D'ARGO: No.

NILAAM: Yet you dare to intrude upon me.

D'ARGO: Yes. I wish to say something.

NILAAM: I could kill you where you stand.

D'ARGO: I know you could. Nonetheless, I wish to say something.

NILAAM: ( scoffs ) And why... would I wish to hear it?



D'Argo walks purposefully into the room.


D'ARGO: Because... it is the truth. I was taught that Orican's are seekers of truth. Was I misinformed?

NILAAM: You are no General. What more truth need I hear?

D'ARGO: An explaination. If you are not interested in the full truth... then you are not a true Orican.

NILAAM: ( chuckles ) I knew you had strength... I needed to know... if you had fire.



INTERCUT

MOYA, Sluice Chamber

Singing a sweet tune in some alien tongue, Chiana stands knee deep in the fluids of Moya's sluice chamber, doin' laundry. The door swings open behind her and Aeryn enters. (First appearance of Aeryn's long-sleeved green zip top, wearing leather vest overall, oh and the boots with the buckled sides.) She tosses a couple of pieces of clothing on the floor.


AERYN: Here's some more.

CHIANA: Some more what?

AERYN: Clothes to be cleaned.

CHIANA: Oh, no problem. Room for us both.

AERYN: No, I want you to wash these.

CHIANA: Oh, do you? What? Are you- are you allergic to Moya's amnexus fluids or something?

AERYN: Just wash them, will you?

CHIANA: ( scoffs ) Um, when exactly did I become your- your servant? Why do I have to wash your clothes?

AERYN: Well, you're cleaning D'Argo's aren't you?

CHIANA: Yeah. But I like D'Argo.



INTERCUT

INT. ORICAN'S OUTER CHAMBER

An arched alcove carved into the wall on the left side of the room contains a chair seated into the alcove below a small circular barred window. Crichton sits within the alcove. D'Argo and Zhaan stand across the room from him.


CRICHTON: She wants you to... attend her. What... exactly does that mean?

D'ARGO: Whatever she wants it to mean.

CRICHTON: So... if she wants to rip out your liver and snack on it with a Chianti, she can do that?

D'ARGO: She wouldn't do that.

CRICHTON: Well... what is she gonna do?

D'ARGO: She's going to die, John.



Fair to say that all look a bit grim here, but Crichton looks sickly scared.


CRICHTON: D'Argo, I know that. What are you supposed to do?

ZHAAN: Comfort her, John. Provide support. Ease her journey into the next realm.

D'ARGO: I'm to assist her in the Ritual Of Passing.



Crichton leaps up from his seat, even more concerned than before.


CRICHTON: Whoa. Ritual?

D'ARGO: A bonding.

ZHAAN: An emotional and spiritual link is forged, John. As I understand it, when the Orican dies, the attendant sanctifies the ascent by... transferring energy to her.

CRICHTON: ( agitated ) Strike two... I do not like the sound of "transferring energy" either.

D'ARGO: The process normally involves little risk.

CRICHTON: How little risk? Oh, no, let me put it this way: How wrong can it go?



Zhaan is reluctant to answer that question, leaving it to D'Argo, who's also reluctant, but opts for the truth.


D'ARGO: I could die.



A brief and angry exchange ensues, mainly precipitated by Crichton's obvious fear.


CRICHTON: I do not understand, D'Argo. What do you get out of it?!

D'ARGO: You know what? You sound like Rygel!

ZHAAN: Luxans consider it a great privilege, John, to attend an Orican.

D'ARGO: No, not merely a privilege. It is the highest honor we know.

CRICHTON: So you get your name on the Orican Honor Roll... and that's it?

ZHAAN: You also go part of the way into the next realm, John. When you come back...

CRICHTON: If you get back.

ZHAAN: When you come back, you've had a glimpse of the other side. I envy you, D'Argo.

CRICHTON: Don't... envy him. He hasn't made up his mind.

D'ARGO: Yes, I have.



D'Argo turns and leaves.




INTERCUT

MOYA, Hangar Bay

Aeryn's crouched under the Prowler, conducting some kind of repair, when she notes the arrival of D'Argo and Zhaan.


AERYN: Oh, you're back.

D'ARGO: Yes. Only briefly.

AERYN: Did you find your Luxan?

D'ARGO: Yes. I'll tell you about it later. Or if I don't, Zhaan and Crichton will.



Aeryn turns about, looking for the third member of the group.


AERYN: Where's Crichton?



INTERCUT

INT. ORICAN'S QUARTERS

Crichton walks slowly from the reception area into the Orican's room, pausing in the open doorway, watching silently as the Orican leans over her bed, coughing weakly.


NILAAM: I'm not dead yet.



Crichton slowly approaches the foot of the bed, glancing casually around the room, looking everywhere except at Nilaam.


CRICHTON: Nope. I didn't expect that you were.

NILAAM: But you were hoping... I was. Hoping I'd quietly slipped away before D'Argo had a chance to return.



Crichton braces one foot on the low step at the foot of her bed, leaning crossed arms on his elbow, now looking directly at her, his expression grim.


CRICHTON: You have to understand something. I'm worried about my friend.

NILAAM: Commendable. But a waste of time. His fate is... out of your control.

CRICHTON: Yes. It's in your control, that's what worries me.



Nilaam leans in closer to him, their gaze intensely eye to eye.


NILAAM: The spiritual realm... frightens you?



He uses his best intimidating glare on her.


CRICHTON: Losing those I care about... frightens me.



She continues watching him silently, and after a short wait he sighs heavily, stepping back in frustration.


CRICHTON: Isn't this where... you're supposed to say "Dont' worry. I'm not gonna hurt D'Argo"?

NILAAM: I can guarantee no such thing.



Nilaam eases herself to sit at the foot of the bed.


NILAAM: I will however, promise that I will do all I can to keep him from harm.

CRICHTON: ( softly ) That's not very comforting.

NILAAM: It's the best I can do.

CRICHTON: ( scoffs ) Okay.



This dispirited laugh marking his acceptance, he sits wearily at the foot of the bed.


CRICHTON: This... Ritual of Passing...



Sitting next to this very powerful alien mystic, he gently places his hand over hers.


CRICHTON: ... how important is it?

NILAAM: You mean... why don't I just die like any other being?

CRICHTON: ( chuckles ) Yeah, why don't you just die like any other being?

NILAAM: I could... but I don't want to. Do you realize that I haven't even seen another Luxan for nine cycles.

CRICHTON: Nine?

NILAAM: And now I'm too frail, to make the journey home. Have you any idea what it's like... to be separated from your own kind?

CRICHTON: Yeah, matter of fact, I do.

NILAAM: Then you can't begrudge me this one last wish.



INTERCUT

MOYA, D'Argo's Quarters

Inside, D'Argo silently packs away a few items, looking up as the door swings wide and Rygel hovers in.


RYGEL: Packing up all your stuff?

D'ARGO: Only the Luxan objects.

RYGEL: Ah. You're going to show them off to that ancient mystic you dredged up.

D'ARGO: Is there some reason why you would care?

RYGEL: Just don't want you to miss an opportunity. Bet your new friend would pay quite well for some genuine Luxan artifacts.

D'ARGO: This is not a trading expedition.

RYGEL: Oh, I understand. This is one of your countrymen. You don't want to sully your relationship with commerce. Let me do that.



Chiana steps into the converted cell behind Rygel.


RYGEL: Ten minutes with the old fossil and we'll be in profit.



Chi slaps a hand over Rygel's mouth.


CHIANA: Clamp it, frog lips.



Chi eyes Rygel harshly and he continues to mutter behind her hand. D'Argo turns about, smiling wanly at her.


CHIANA: Hey. Zhaan told me you're... you're gonna do some kind of ritual thing.

D'ARGO: That's right.



He turns away to pack away a last item.


CHIANA: So... is it dangerous?



D'Argo turns back toward her, pausing briefly, silently debating with himself, settling for a lovely smile and uttering an outrageous lie. ( And yep, that's the third 'under Anth credits' shot from the new s3 intro. )


D'ARGO: Not in the least.



Chi is 'not' stupid, and this little white lie does not reassure her.


D'ARGO: I'll be back soon.



D'Argo picks up his possessions and walks past Chiana.


D'ARGO: Make sure he doesn't eat my share of the food.

CHIANA: I will.



Chi releases Rygel.


CHIANA: You heard him.



She walks to the open doorway, watching D'Argo's back as he walks away.


RYGEL: Yes, I heard him. But somehow... I don't believe him.



It's plain Chi doesn't believe him either, but only watches as he disappears around a corner.




INTERCUT

INT. ORICAN'S OUTER CHAMBER

Inside the recess carved into the wall of the Orican's reception area, Crichton sits, left leg crossed over right knee, his right gloved fist pressed to his lips. Tension in every fiber of his being even as he remains mainly motionless watching the closed double doors. Agitation expresses itself in slight movement of his fingers. He taps his hand against his mouth, his eyes darting toward the exit, plainly wishing himself and D'Argo gone from this place.




INTERCUT

INT. ORICAN'S CHAMBER




D'ARGO: Are you ready?

NILAAM: No. I know it's time. I'm old... weak and in pain. I know the next realm will welcome me. Still... it's not easy to... to let go. To enter the darkness. Perhaps that's why Oricans have attendants. To strengthen our resolve as much as our spirit.



Nilaam raises her hand, holding her palm hovering over D'Argo's chest.


NILAAM: Your strength is impressive.

D'ARGO: I hope it is sufficient.

NILAAM: I'm sure it will be.



Nilaam begins chanting softly in her native language, she takes D'Argo's blade in her hand and balances it on it's tip. Releasing it, it remains standing in that position as she strokes her palm against the edge of the blade, creating a long slash that oozes black blood.

D'Argo joins in the chanting. He reaches out to the blade, creating a similar cut on his palm. They join hands together and black blood drips to the dirt floor.





INTERCUT

Crichton, using considerable effort, holds himself in his seat, listening intently as the chanting from the Orican's room intensifies.




INTERCUT

The Qualta Blade levitates from the floor, hoving point down between D'Argo and Nilaam.




INTERCUT

Restraint failing him momentarily, Crichton leaps up and moves toward the door. He stops himself, flinging both hands into the air. Turning he collapses back into the chair, resuming his former position, arms and legs crossed, tension electric.




INTERCUT

MOYA, Sluice Chamber

Having returned to doing the laundry, standing knee deep in Moya's amnexus fluid, Chi glances up, pausing momentarily before returning to her work. ( The question of whether she actually 'heard' the chanting that we were hearing remains unanswered )




INTERCUT

The Ritual of Passing continues in the Orican's room, the Qualta Blade hovers overhead. Nilaam abruptly ceases chanting.


NILAAM: ( gasping ) D'Argo. Your spirit... so strong! I've never felt such power! I must try!



D'Argo looks a bit confused as Nilaam begins a different chant, but he is intent on lending what strength he can.

Around the room objects begin shaking as Nilaam's chant intensifies. Abruptly D'Argo's head snaps back and he screams!





INTERCUT

Chiana's head snaps up from her work, now certain he's heard something.




INTERCUT



Crichton runs to the closed door.


CRICHTON: D'Argo?



INTERCUT



D'Argo continues screaming, Nilaam's chant can barely be heard over his agony.




INTERCUT



Crichton flings himself against the doors.


CRICHTON: D'Argo! What's going on in there?



Crichton hurls his shoulder against the sealed doors.




INTERCUT



Nilaam's chant continues, and the screams pulled from D'Argo are almost constant and ear shattering.




INTERCUT



In a complete panic, Crichton continues to hurl himself against the doors.


CRICHTON: D'Argo?!



INTERCUT



As the chanting, screaming and shouting continue, the Qualta Blade hovering overhead begins to wobble slightly.




INTERCUT



Crichton gives up on trying to shoulder the door open, turning about he glances around the room in a frenzy, moving away from the door.




INTERCUT



Nilaam's chanting and D'Argo's screams continue as the Qualta Blade wobbles again and then plunges point first to the floor.




INTERCUT



Crichton charges the closed doors, slamming into it with all of his power. The door bursts open and Crichton collapses on the floor inside just as the Qualta Blade buries itself in a small table. Nilaam's frantic chanting reaches a climax. D'Argo's screams trail off.




END ACT I










ACT II





INT. ORICAN'S ROOM

D'Argo collapses to the floor, still clasping hands with the Orican. The Orican's power races across their hands in the form of a mystical flame.


NILAAM: Leave us! The ritual isn't done!



Now standing by the door, all Crichton sees is the Orican kneeling over his friend collapsed on the floor. Instantly he pulls back his coat and takes the holstered weapon there into his hand. ( Yep, first app. Winona. First time John goes strapped when 'not' in disguise )


CRICHTON: The hell it ain't. This party's over.

NILAAM: You're too late.



Crichton aims the weapon at her.


CRICHTON: I said, it's over!



Nilaam releases D'Argo's hand and raising it, she 'wards' Crichton. The mystic fire racing through the weapon.

Crichton shouts in pain, dropping the weapon, his gloved hand sizzles and smokes.



CRICHTON: ( grunts ) Damn!



Nilaam stands, her back to both. D'Argo remains gasping on the floor, the cut on his hand oozing clear blood.

Crichton kneels quickly on the ground beside him.



CRICHTON: D'Argo! You okay?

D'ARGO: John, what happened?

CRICHTON: I don't know. Ask grandma here.



Still with her back to them both, she speaks with great wonder in her voice. ( The observant few can note that her hair is 'red' instead of white. )


NILAAM: Ah, it worked. It... it really worked. No pain... no age.



Nilaam slowly turns toward D'Argo, but even before the features of a much younger woman are revealed, the changes in her are obvious.


NILAAM: D'Argo... We did it. ( laughs ) You've given me life!



John and D'Argo watch dumbfounded and amazed as she exhults in her new form.




INTERCUT

MOYA, Sluice Chamber

Chiana stands, trapped knee deep, in solidified amnexus fluid.


CHIANA: Zhaan? Aeryn? Need some help in...



Chi turns as the door is keyed open and Aeryn enters.


CHIANA: Hey.

AERYN: ( laughing ) What have you done?

CHIANA: Nothing.



Aeryn paces back and forth behind her, in a 'most' unhelpful manner.


AERYN: Well, you must have done something.

CHIANA: I didn't do anything. It... it... it just froze up all around me. Get me out of here.

AERYN: When did I become your servant?

CHIANA: ( sighs ) Don't frell around. Just... just get me out of here, okay?



Aeryn kneels on the edge of the pool by Chiana's side, eyeing her closely, an amused look on her face as she 'rubs it in'.


AERYN: What's the hurry, Chiana? You're not allergic to Moya's amnexus fluids, are you?

CHIANA: Oh, yeah. Very funny, Aeryn. Look, can you please just do something?



Zhaan arrives, concern apparent in her eyes.


CHIANA: Zhaan. Finally, someone who's a little more useful.



Zhaan kneels on the edge of the pool.


ZHAAN: What did she do?



Aeryn gives a slight mirth filled laugh and a 'who knows' gesture, and Zhaan touches the surface of the frozen pool.


CHIANA: ( exasperated ) I didn't do anything. I just...

ZHAAN: Pilot, do you know anything about this?

PILOT: Only that Moya's Hydric system is failing on a number of tiers. Cause unknown.



INTERCUT

INT. ORICAN'S CHAMBER

Nilaam coyly examines her 'freshened' tankas.


CRICHTON: D'Argo, you okay?

NILAAM: He's more than okay.



Nilaam walks toward Crichton and D'Argo. Crichton unnecessarily holding onto one of D'Argo's arms.


NILAAM: He's the most powerful Luxan I've ever known.



She gives Crichton a hearty clap on the back. He looks from her to D'Argo.


CRICHTON: You did this?

D'ARGO: I'm not sure how. Was that supposed to happen?

NILAAM: No. I was supposed to die. But when I sensed your astonishing power... I decided to try the Ritual of Renewal instead. See how well it worked.



Nilaam poses slightly for an appreciative D'Argo while Crichton rants angrily.


CRICHTON: Look, Princess. You damn near killed him!

D'ARGO: Actually, I've uh... I've never felt better.

NILAAM: Neither have I.



Crichton's anger tapers off reluctantly.


CRICHTON: Yeah, well you... you could'a... killed him.

D'ARGO: But she didn't.

NILAAM: His pain was short lived. And I intend to make up for it.



Nilaam pushes Crichton easily aside, stepping closer to D'Argo, trailing light fingers down his chest, toying with the ends of his braided mustache.

D'Argo is obviously appreciating this attention and Crichton watches a bit bemused, confused and slightly uncomfortable.



CRICHTON: Yeah, D'Ar, I'm just gonna... buzz up to Moya and see how...

D'ARGO: I think that's a good idea, John.

CRICHTON: ( softly ) Oh, weirder and wierder.



Crichton glances back one more time as Nilaam begins drawing the edge of the ceremonial robe off D'Argo's chest. He looks away quicly and departs. ( And what is UP with that expression? He didn't look 'quite' that uncomfortable in TGIFA. )

After Crichton departs, Nilaam and D'Argo continue with a bit of Luxan foreplay.


NILAAM: Your taste. Oh.

D'ARGO: What?

NILAAM: I can taste you. I can move. I can breathe. I can feel!



She spins about and poses for him. D'Argo laughs appreciatively.


D'ARGO: You... are glorious.

NILAAM: We are glorious. We must celebrate.



Nilaam sits back, reclining seductively on the bed. D'Argo smiles and laughs nervously.


NILAAM: You gave me this. I think it's only fair that you enjoy it with me.



INTERCUT

MOYA, Sluice Chamber

Aeryn chips away ineffectually with the tip of John's favorite tool, Chiana struggles to pull her legs out of the frozen amnexus fluid.


CHIANA: Ow! Watch! Careful with that thing.

AERYN: Do you want to get out of here or not?



A single DRD attempts to burn through the surface with a lazer. Aeryn engages comms.


AERYN: Zhaan I'm not having any luck here. How about you with the solvent?



In her lab, Zhaan place a few drops of a translucent green liquid on some chips of the solidified amnexus fluid.


ZHAAN: The solidified amnexus resists everything I throw at it.

AERYN: Same here. Even the DRDs are having difficulties.

PILOT: We have a more serious problem.

CHIANA: Oh, come on. More serious than mine?

PILOT: Certain areas of Moya's outer skin... appear to be... deteriorating.

ZHAAN: What's wrong, Pilot?

PILOT: I don't know. Neither does Moya.

ZHAAN: Patch me through to Crichton and D'Argo.

PILOT: Yes.



INTERCUT

INT. ORICAN'S OUTER CHAMBER

Crichton sits outside the closed double doors, finishing a converation with Zhaan over comms.


CRICHTON: ... and Pilot has no idea?

ZHAAN: None. We could use some extra hands, John. Can you and D'Argo return at once?

CRICHTON: Yeah. No, I'll... I'll be right there.



Standing he starts toward the Orican's chamber door, but stops before entering.


CRICHTON: Uh... D'Argo-- he might, uh... be awhile. He's revitalizing.



Crichton looks a bit uncomfortable as he looks at the closed doors. The sounds coming through the door giving his reason for pause.




INTERCUT

INT. ORICAN'S CHAMBER

D'Argo reclines on the bed, Nilaam straddling him. ( Open your eyes, they're both 'fully clothed' )


D'ARGO: Oh... I need a Ritual of Renewal myself.

NILAAM: ( laughing ) Have I finally sapped your strength?

D'ARGO: Only temporarily.

NILAAM: Mm. Let me know when you recover.

D'ARGO: Believe me, you will.

NILAAM: You know, D'Argo. I've hardly been able to leave this bed for over six cycles. And now that I can... I don't want to.

D'ARGO: Oh? You're keeping me prisoner?

NILAAM: Absolutely.

D'ARGO: I once made an oath that I'd never be taken prisoner again. So much for that, huh? Nilaam... what do you want to do now?



Nilaam makes a contemplative noise, leaning forward, stroking his chest.


D'ARGO: Besides that.

NILAAM: Well... Start a new life... not in the Uncharted Territories-- I want to go home.

D'ARGO: You can do that?

NILAAM: D'Argo, I can do anything. I can guide your ship home. I can help your friends. I could even make you... a real General.

D'ARGO: My son. I want to see my son again.

NILAAM: Then you will.

D'ARGO: But I have no idea where he is.

NILAAM: Then we will find him. Anything is possible now.



INTERCUT

MOYA, Zhaan's Lab

Zhaan works quietly in her lab. The quiet is suddenly interrupted by a distant groaning sound, and the deck rocks slightly.


ZHAAN: Pilot?

PILOT: There's been an outer-hull breach. Tier 20, Hammond side.

ZHAAN: Decompression?

PILOT: No. Moya's inner walls appear to be unaffected... so far.



INTERCUT

MOYA, Sluice Chamber

Aeryn, Crichton and the DRDs continue working on Chiana's problem. Crichton leans over the edge of the pool lost in contemplation, while Aeryn tries to use the implement for which I wish I had a name, like a shovel, one foot pressing down hard on the blade end. Her hand braced on Chi's shoulder. The blade end bends dramatically but doesn't dig in.


CHIANA: Is this a good time to tell you that, uh... I can't feel my feet.



Crichton taps the frozen surface with his knuckles.


CRICHTON: If we had any idea how Moya made it... we could patent this stuff.



Aeryn tosses down the tool for which I have no name.


AERYN: Useless.



Hand on hips she shifts mental gears, ready to try something new.


AERYN: I wonder if I've got any grenades left.



Stepping down from the pool's edge she trots out of the room.


CHIANA: She was kidding... right? Tell me that she was kidding.

CRICHTON: Well... with Aeryn... you never know.



Rygel hovers into the chamber.


RYGEL: What emergency could possibly justify waking me up?

CRICHTON: How 'bout breaches in the outer hull?

RYGEL: Oh, aren't the inner hulls secure?

CRICHTON: Yeah, but we need you to take your scooter out there in the tight spaces and check for weak spots.



Crichton remains lost in his contemplation of the problem, not even looking up at Ryge as he continues griping.


RYGEL: Oh, can't the DRDs do that?

CRICHTON: They're already doing it-- doesn't mean you can't help.

CHIANA: He's right, Toad Face. Pitch in, make yourself useful for a change.

RYGEL: If I must. But you're worrying for nothing. Hull breaches are nearly unheard of on Leviathans.



On cue a distant rumbling quickly becomes a loud roar and the ship begins to shudder heavily. They each look up in alarm.


RYGEL: Ohhh...



INTERCUT

MOYA, Main Corridor

Aeryn's trip to the weapons locker is interrupted and she grabs onto a wall to steady herself as the ship shakes.




INTERCUT






CRICHTON: Pilot, what the hell's goin' on?

PILOT: Inner-hull breach. Sluice Chamber!



Against the far wall, a small section begins to warp, tearing out under pressure. A quick exterior shot of Moya shows a small explosion on her underside. Inside the Sluice Chamber the air begins to violently vent, pulling everyone toward the small opening. Chiana grabs onto Crichton's shoulder, and he grabs the back of Rygel's Thronesled. Crichton shouts over the sound of rushing air.


CRICHTON: Pilot! Seal off this tier!



END ACT II










ACT III





MOYA, Sluice Chamber

The air continues venting from the chamber through the small opening in the far wall, Chiana screams shrilly and Crichton shouts at Rygel.


CRICHTON: Rygel! Grab my hand!



Rygel moans fearfully, turning slightly but can't reach Crichton's hand. Crichton can't release the Thronesled in favor of grabbing hold of the Hynerian for fear of losing to the pull of the rush of air.


CRICHTON: Rygel! Hang on!

RYGEL: Help me, help me.



Loose objects on the surface of the frozen pool are drawn across it, a small metal tool hurtles abruptly through the air, through the hole, clangs against the walls of a long narrow duct, and is ejected into space.


CRICHTON: Sparky... grab my hand! Rygel!

RYGEL: Crichton!



Rygel is ripped from his seat by the rush of wind. He screams as his body flies through the air toward the hole.


CRICHTON: No!

CHIANA: Rygel!



Rygel hits the hole, hind end first and lodges there, firmly wedged in the hole.

The rush of air is suddenly cut off and Chiana and Crichton collapse abruptly, no longer needing to resist the irresistable pull of the venting air. Their panting breath suddenly the loudest thing in the room.



RYGEL: Help! Help!



Rygel struggles weakly in the hole while Crichton and Chiana look on very much amazed and slightly amused.


CHIANA: Well, what do you know. He has made himself useful.

RYGEL: I'm stuck!



INTERCUT

MOYA, Pilot's Den




PILOT: Decompression has ceased. What happened?



INTERCUT

MOYA, EXT. INT. Hull

Crichton's voice over comms as we get a good shot of Rygel's backside, flailing in vacuum.


CRICHTON: We got lucky... Sparky's got a big ass.

PILOT: Pardon?

CRICHTON: Butt... hole... I'll explain later, Pilot.



INTERCUT

MOYA, Sluice Chamber

Crichton closely examines the quick 'patch-job' Rygel's accomplished.


CRICHTON: The good news is... no leak. You're a tight fit, Sluggo. As long as you don't move.



Rygel squirms a little, the motion accompanied by the soft sound of air whistling out of the chamber. Crichton grabs him by the throat.


CRICHTON: Don't... move!

RYGEL: Call that good news, I want out!

CRICHTON: Yeah. No, no, no, no. You want in. Not out-- in, not out.



The chamber doors swing open and Crichton turns as Aeryn enters, carrying a piece of 'debris'.


CRICHTON: Hey.

RYGEL: What did you see from the outside?

AERYN: A few gaps in the outer hull and your backside hanging in space.



Crichton takes a the large piece of debris from her hand, examining it curiously.


RYGEL: Am I... intact?

AERYN: You seem to be all there, but I can't say I looked too closely.

CRICHTON: What the hell is this?

AERYN: That is a piece from the edge of the largest hole, and it came off very easily in my hands.

CRICHTON: Well let's hope it gives Zhaan a clue.



He hands it back to her while Rygel squirms in the hole.


AERYN: Indeed.



Aeryn takes the hull fragment and departs. Rygel continues squirming, air beginning to escape around his 'edges' again. Crichton turns back quickly, grabbing onto him and holding him still.


CRICHTON: Whoa, hold still!

CHIANA: What? Are you trying to kill all of us now?!

RYGEL: I can't help it, I'm being crushed. I can hardly breathe!

CRICHTON: Then don't breathe!



Crichton turns as someone else enters the chamber. D'Argo and Nilaam have arrived.


RYGEL: Who's that, and why is she here?

D'ARGO: This is Nilaam. She's here to help.

CHIANA: How could she possibly help us?

D'ARGO: She's an Orican.

CHIANA: Oh. Okay... I'll repeat the question...

CRICHTON: Don't. Hold the question. Nilaam... if there's something you can do, please... do it.



Nilaam walks closer and Rygel draws back with appropriate venom.


RYGEL: Don't you dare touch me! I don't trust Luxans!



Nilaam stops in front of Rygel and he whimpers slightly.


NILAAM: I'm not going to touch you. I'm going to heal the outer skin of your ship.

RYGEL: You are? Well hurry! Does this look... comfortable to you?

CHIANA: ( whispering ) I thought you said she was ancient!

CRICHTON: ( whispering ) Hey, later.



Nilaam closes her eyes, D'Argo follows suit. Almost instantly the ship begins shuddering as Nilaam begins a low humming.

In her lab, Zhaan feels the ship begin to shake.



ZHAAN: John, what's going on?

CRICHTON: Zhaan, do you feel that?

PILOT: Tremors are occurring all though Moya. They are increasing the deterioration.



The tremors continue, increasing slightly with the volume of Nilaam's humming. D'Argo looks as surprised as everyone else. Crichton reaches out with one hand, gently.


CRICHTON: Hey, look, Nilaam. You're making it worse. Stop.



The humming ceases, and the tremors subside.


NILAAM: It's a healing incantation. It has to work.

CHIANA: It should work?

RYGEL: Try another, try anything!

NILAAM: I need to meditate. Find another way. D'Argo, is there a private place?

D'ARGO: Come with me.



INTERCUT

MOYA

Nilaam chants quietly in a private place. Looks to be D'Argo's quarters. D'Argo appears in the open doorway behind her.


NILAAM: Please, D'Argo, don't disturb me now, I'm trying to find a cure.

D'ARGO: We did this... didn't we? We caused this problem. We're harming Moya. Nilaam... tell me.

NILAAM: I didn't know. You have to believe that. Please believe that.



D'Argo crosses the room, sitting beside Nilaam.


D'ARGO: What happened?

NILAAM: During the ritual... the power I sensed... I thought it was yours. I didn't realize the ship was a biomechaniod.

D'ARGO: So you bonded with Moya's energy.

NILAAM: I didn't know.

D'ARGO: Now you know.

NILAAM: And I can make things right. There must be a way.

D'ARGO: How can you be sure?

NILAAM: Because this shouldn't be happening. This ritual shouldn't keep draining strength from the Leviathan. She should recover.

D'ARGO: She is dying.

NILAAM: And I can save her. I need to consult my Tebek Scrolls. Take me back to the planet.

D'ARGO: I cannot abandon Moya.

NILAAM: All of my resources are in my chamber. Potions, artifacts, ancient manuscripts-- they'll have an answer.



D'Argo still hestiates.


NILAAM: Look...



Nilaam crosses to the wall, pressing her hand against it. When she removes her hand, the impression, a darkened handprint against the normal coppery color of the wall.


NILAAM: ... I'm a disease to this ship. Get me away from her. It might at least slow the process down.

D'ARGO: Slowing the process down is not good enough.

NILAAM: Well, let me try everything I can.



INTERCUT

MOYA, Zhaan's Lab




AERYN: It's a little odd, don't you think, that all Moya's problems developed just as this shaman woman turned herself young?

ZHAAN: It's not necessarily linked. If it is, Nilaam should be able to find a solution.

AERYN: I'm not so sure she wants to find a solution.

PILOT: Officer Sun, may I speak with you please?

AERYN: What is it, Pilot?

PILOT: I would prefer to discuss it in... person.

AERYN: I'll be right there.



INTERCUT

PILOT'S DEN

Aeryn strides in as the door swings wide.


AERYN: Pilot.



Halfway across the bridge, Aeryn stops abruptly, her hands fly involuntarily halfway to her face. She cannot mask an instantly fearful expression.


PILOT: My... connection...



Behind the console, Pilot's condition has also deteriorated dramatically. His skin is grayish, and his arms shake.


PILOT: .... with Moya... affecting me... as her systems... fail.

AERYN: What is it, Pilot? How can we fix it.

PILOT: Don't know... amnexus solidification... skin deterioration... only happens... during old age... Moya's still young... makes no sense.

AERYN: It makes too much sense. Where's Nilaam.

PILOT: I will check... take a moment... senses aren't clear.



Pilot depresses a control with one shaking claw.


PILOT: Found her... she's with D'Argo... tier 6... on their way to the transport hangar.

AERYN: I don't know if this can be reversed, Pilot, but I promise you this-- I won't let Nilaam keep what she's stolen.



INTERCUT

MOYA, Main Corridor

Crichton exits an open doorway. Running into the corridor he instantly encounters Aeryn, running from the opposite direction. She has the Big Gun at the ready, riding against her hip as she runs. Crichton passes her, then turns sharply and runs after.


CRICHTON: Hey, what are you doin'?

AERYN: D'Argo and his woman are going to make a run for it. I'm going to stop them.

CRICHTON: Huh-uh, not with that thing you're not.

AERYN: Watch me.



INTERCUT

MOYA, Maintenance Bay

The door swings wide and D'Argo leads the way to the Transport Hanger, Nilaam close behind. Aeryn follows shortly after, loaded for bear, Crichton on her heels. ( Longest slo'mo scene ever? Absolutely fabulous, Mr. Tilse! )


CRICHTON: Aeryn!



D'Argo and Nilaam turn, seeing their pursuit. Aeryn charges the weapon and unleashes a blast aiming to take Nilaam out.


D'ARGO: No!



D'Argo charges back toward Nilaam, putting himself between her and the pulse rifle blast.

Nilaam demonstrates her considerable powers again by splitting the pulse blast... it circles harmlessly around them, impacting against the wall. Refocussing her attention, she encases their pursuers inside crystalline 'cocoons'.



NILAAM: That won't hold them for long. Come on.



D'Argo is frozen to the deck, first amazed by the demonstration of power. And then reluctant again to abandon his ship and his friends.


NILAAM: D'Argo, we must go.



END ACT III










ACT IV





MOYA, Maintenance Bay

Crichton and Aeryn remain encased inside their respective 'cocoons'. Two DRDs skuttle toward the base of each, and with the lightest touch, they are shattered, abruptly freeing them.


AERYN: What was that?

CRICHTON: Pins and needles! You're askin' the wrong spaceman. Pilot, did they get away?

PILOT: The... transport pod left Moya... a quarter arn ago.



INTERCUT

EXT. PLANET SURFACE

Another shot of Nilaam's 'castle'. Two flying 'creatures' included.


D'ARGO: Nilaam, you have already tried four different incantations. It is not working.

NILAAM: I know.



INTERCUT

INT. ORICAN'S CHAMBER




NILAAM: Your transport pod. Ah, how far can it get us?

D'ARGO: Leave my friends?

NILAAM: Some distance between me and Moya might... stop the energy drain. I...

D'ARGO: And if it doesn't?

NILAAM: D'Argo, it is just a ship!

D'ARGO: Moya is not just a ship! She's alive, and you are taking her life to restore your own.

NILAAM: The life of a Leviathan for the life of an Orican!

D'ARGO: How can an Orican justify taking life, have you forgotten who you are?

NILAAM: Have you forgot what I can do?!

D'ARGO: ( shouting ) I have not forgotten what you cannot do, which is restore Moya's life! -- Does that suggest to you that you have taken something that you really should not have?

NILAAM: I can't give it back. I can't lose this... lose you. D'Argo, I... I don't know what to do. Tell me what to do.

CRICHTON: D'Argo...



INTERCUT

INT. ORICAN'S OUTER CHAMBER

Crichton walks slowly across the room, not approaching the closed double doors.


CRICHTON: D'Argo. It's me... John. We have to talk.



Turning his back on the double doors, he walks to the far side of the table and stops.


CRICHTON: D'Argo!



Behind him the double doors slowly open, and he turns to face his friend as he steps out of the room, Qualta Blade drawn. Crichton removes the pulse rifle from it's place on his hip and places it carefully down on the table. D'Argo lowers the blade, but remains in place in the open doorway.


CRICHTON: We're out of time. Moya's hull is deteriorating fast and Pilot can't do a thing. You know what's causing it.

D'ARGO: John... Nilaam isn't evil.

CRICHTON: That doesn't change anything.



D'Argo moves forward, facing John across the length of the table, the door swinging closed behind him.


D'ARGO: Moya, Pilot, Aeryn... they will never forgive her. They may never even forgive me-- but you... you must understand.

CRICHTON: I understand. What she's doing is killing Moya.

D'ARGO: She didn't mean it.

CRICHTON: Doesn't matter.

D'ARGO: She honestly thought that it was my energy that restored her youth. She's trying everything she can to restore Moya's health.

CRICHTON: D'Argo... I don't... know... what she intended... what I know... is that it's murder... and you're the only one who can stop it.



Enraged, D'Argo hurls his Qualta Blade away from him, it slides on a diagonal course across the length of the table, coming to rest on the floor at the far side of the room.


D'ARGO: Don't you think I know what has to be done!



Weeping quietly, D'Argo sits at the end of the table. John retrieves his Qualta Blade from the floor and sits beside him.


D'ARGO: I came here... to end this... and I will.



D'Argo takes the offered blade in silence.




INTERCUT

INT. ORICAN'S QUARTERS

Nilaam stands with her back to the door as D'Argo enters.


D'ARGO: It is time.

NILAAM: D'Argo... the gifts you gave me. Youth, happiness, passion... I know I can't keep them, but, ah... I have treasured them.

D'ARGO: As I've treasured you.

NILAAM: I'm not afraid anymore. I've chosen my path. I just don't know if I have the will to travel it. I turned back once... I can't turn back again. I need your strength once more.



INTERCUT



The Ritual of Passing begins anew, they kneel together on the floor in ornate ceremonial robes, the Qualta Blade on the floor between them. Chanting intensifies as D'Argo helps Nilaam pick up the large blade, holding it in outstretched arms. With the climax of the chant Nilaam thrusts the blade through her torso, gasping slightly. D'Argo helps her pull it out, the length of the blade coated in black blood. D'Argo holds the blade in one hand, and cradles Nilaam in the opposite arm, she gasps a few final Luxan words as a drop of black blood falls from the tip of the blade.

The as the drop of blood falls it forms into a a near perfect sphere, Nilaams visage reflected at it's center before converting to crystal and shattering in a burst of light.

D'Argo's hand reflexively opens and the blade falls to the ground.





INTERCUT



Still sitting on the table in the Orican's outer chamber, Crichton weeps silently.




INTERCUT



D'Argo gather's Nilaam into his arms, her youth departed again in death. He kisses her tenderly, then holds her close.




END ACT IV










EPILOGUE





MOYA, Sluice Chamber

Chiana giggles, staggering around on slightly numb legs. A DRD attached to the wall repairs the small breach where once Rygel was ensconced.


CHIANA: You know... until today, I... I never really realized how much I love my feet.

RYGEL: Frell your feet! How 'bout lovin' your life?!



Rygel's back sitting in his sled while Zhaan crouches next to him, massaging his feet.


CHIANA: I don't know you you survived, Ryge. Your butt must be made of reinforced krandack.

RYGEL: I have no idea what krandack is, but... if I've lost any sensation below middle level... then I'm going to test out how sensitive D'Argo's nether regions are with a red hot-- Oh!



Rygel and Zhaan laugh.


RYGEL: Careful... ticklish spot.



INTERCUT

PILOT'S DEN

Sitting behind the main console, to his left, Aeryn keeps company with a recovered Pilot.


AERYN: You're looking better already. Is there anything I can do to help speed along the healing process?

PILOT: Nothing... I'm aware of. Moya and I ... thank you... for your concern.

AERYN: Pilot, what is the normal lifespan of a Leviathan?

PILOT: Ah, many have lived over three hundred cycles.

AERYN: What about your species?

PILOT: Normally, a thousand cycles or more. However... when we bond with Leviathans, we live no longer than they do.

AERYN: So... when Moya eventually does die...

PILOT: I will go as well.



Sensing her concern, Pilot places a claw gently on Aeryn's leg.


PILOT: I would not have it any other way.



Aeryn places her hand gently on Pilot's claw.




INTERCUT

ORICAN'S OUTER CHAMBER

Still sitting on the table, Crichton stands and walks into the Orican's chamber, his gaze first resting on the bed, then sliding to the right to take in the Luxan sprawled in a chair, Qualta Blade held braced between his knees.


CRICHTON: You want me to get lost?

D'ARGO: Why would I want you to do that?

CRICHTON: In case you wanted some time alone.

D'ARGO: I do... but not yet.





FADE TO BLACK












ROLL ENDING CREDITS













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

A Journey into the LUXAN Ways & Beliefs ::"Vitas Mortis" :: Hermione :: 3/25/2000
VM - Another Review ::"Vitas Mortis" :: Kieriahn :: 3/25/2000 Yowch!
News from SACC : "Vitas Mortis" :: OboeCrazy :: 3/26/2000
"Vitas Mortis" : Review & Commentary :: Zero_X ":: 3/26/2000
"Vitas Mortis" : There's Life in the show yet! :: ceallaiq :: 3/27/2000
"Vitas Mortis" Observations (kinda long) :: BamaGirl :: 3/27/2000 (I think this is her first one! )
Psychotherapy FaDoP Style :: Sosjushishan :: 3/30/2000





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