Farscape s02e19 Episode Script

Just keep going.
Follow the Nexus Coordinates.
Pilot: But we've been following them for three solar days.
Just follow them, Pilot.
Or do I have to take over manual command? -Zhaan, maybe Go away, Crichton.
All right, look, we've all been talking.
We think maybe we should turn back.
No.
When Stark communicated with me, he insisted that we follow the Nexus Coordinates.
If we do what he says, he will be there.
There's nothing out there, okay? Aeryn has gone and done the long range recon We should return to the slave auction immediately.
And do what? We have no currency, D'Argo.
We cannot save your son.
But we can save Stark.
Zhaan, maybe, uh What? Well, maybe I'm I'm just saying maybe you didn't communicate with Stark.
You know, Zhaan, sometimes when we want something really badly, we think things happen when they don't.
I do not need a lesson from you, child.
This mask talked to me.
Unless you all think I'm imagining it.
I do.
Stark is gone, but my son is still alive.
So I want you to turn this ship around.
Crichton, do you also believe I am imagining my communication with Stark? Bluey, since we've been together you've shown me some pretty wacky things.
But it's been three days, and D'Argo's son Stark: Don't give up.
Don't stop, Zhaan.
Hurry.
I'm dying.
Pilot: Moya's found something.
There's a ship directly in front of us.
Stark! Moya's sensors are picking up one being.
Maneuver close and deploy the docking web.
The life is faint, Crichton.
We have to reach him quickly.
He's barely breathing.
This is impossible.
We saw him die.
Well, let's get him to Zhaan before he dies again.
(hyperventilating) D'Argo! D'Argo, I've done it.
I've found it.
I know how to save your son.
My name is John Crichton, an astronaut.
A radiation wave hit and I got shot through a wormhole.
Now I'm lost in some distant part of the universe on a ship, a living ship, full of strange alien life-forms.
Help me.
Listen, please.
Is there anybody out there who can hear me? I'm being hunted by an insane military commander.
I'm doing everything I can.
I'm just looking for a way home.
It's all here, D'Argo.
Everything, everything.
-Be calm, Stark.
Be calm.
What is this dren? How will it help me save my son? I've got a plan, a plan to Shh! Stark, your life signs are still weak.
Just let him talk.
Crichton: Hang on.
Before we hear about any plan, inquiring minds want to know how the hell did you get here? I stole a ship.
No, on the hubcap.
You were executed.
You were dispersed.
Crichton, this body is only a a molecular creation.
Which enables me to live in your realm.
It's merely a a vessel for my true incorporeal self.
You want to run that by me one more time? When I dispersed, I instantly traveled to locate these plans and blueprints.
And then I I reconstituted the shell of this body, and and stole a ship to come find you.
Chiana: I told you he was still alive.
I don't believe it.
Zhaan was telling the truth, I Go on, Stark.
Ka D'Argo, your son is being sold in a lot of 10,000 slaves.
Now, this is a blueprint for a depository.
What, you mean like a bank? Yes.
-Are we gonna rob a bank? Yes! Steal other people's currency to help ourselves? We can't do that, I can't.
Well, sure you can.
Stark: Zhaan, it is not a normal depository.
It is one that services only criminals who wish to hide what they have stolen from others.
Rygel: Wait a microt.
Are you talking about a shadow depository? Yes, and it's within the range of a Transport Pod from here.
Hmm.
So you are insane.
Well, I saw a shadow depository once that had more firepower than a Gammak Base.
Yes, but with these I can control the internal depository door motion detectors.
And these these are a complete set of blueprints.
Vault layout, everything.
In one container is enough wealth to buy the entire shipment of slaves and still have enough left over to make all of us filthy rich forever.
Where did you get these? I helped the deposit designer cross over to death.
His last thoughts led me to these.
They're genuine.
Did you kill him? Not exactly.
Aeryn: Did the designer have enough time to explain to you how much firepower is actually inside this depository? Not not precisely.
Oh, that's comforting.
We're going to have to go down and have a look for ourselves.
Aeryn: Their arsenal would be massive.
This is suicide, D'Argo.
Well, it's the only way we can save my son.
We must consider it.
D'Argo, wait.
No, no, no.
I know this is important.
I know you want to do this but it is not possible.
You won't even consider this? I just don't see how we Well, fine! We'll go without you.
We'll go without all four of you.
Chiana, it's just you, me and Stark.
Well sure Bubba, but you know, maybe maybe we should just -What? You're against me, too? No, no, I'm with you.
It's When you ask me to do something, did I ever question if it was possible? D'Argo, I -No, I didn't.
You cowards.
All of you.
Pilot: He does not need my permission.
Crichton: Get him on the phone.
He is not responding to any of my signals.
D'Argo! -How much of a head start does he have? He cleared Moya not more than 50 microts ago.
Crichton: D'Argo, pick up the damn phone.
I know you can hear me.
D'Argo?! -We're taking the Prowler.
That's big.
It's very big.
Natira: I suggest you take it, or your business will be no longer appreciated.
Threp: Don't threaten me, Natira.
-Don't lose D'Argo.
And don't forget who I am.
I haven't.
You're nobody here.
But do as I say, and we'll let the relationship unfold.
Just, um What? Scorpius.
Where? Over there.
Talking to that weird, blue alien.
That's not Scorpius.
You're having visions again.
Have a look.
Natira: But that should be the least of your worries.
See? Sorry about that.
And we're worried about D'Argo.
(alarm blaring) Hand over your weapons slowly.
What is your business here, Peacekeepers? Good.
Very, very good.
-Clear, Akkor.
You in charge here? What is your business? This is a depository, right? We have something to deposit.
What makes you think we'd be interested? You ever hear of KFC? KFC? It is, to my knowledge, unique in the universe.
And unique is always valuable.
Now we have managed to procure all 11 secret ingredients.
What we need to do now is discuss the terms of -Security breach, portal five! Guards! The Luxan! Seize him! (groans) Gan: Get him on the ground.
On the ground.
-On the ground.
Hold him! Wait.
D'Argo: I was told the security here was weak.
-What for? I was right.
The security here is frelled.
Silence! As a race, Luxans can be inartful at love, inadequate at war and intrinsically inept.
But this one, is intelligent.
Shall I execute him? Natira: No.
He also expects to be interrogated.
Don't you Ka D'Argo.
See? It's a dance, gentlemen.
Let's not disappoint him.
(groaning) (laughing) You went to so much trouble to open that door, Ka D'Argo be my guest.
(groaning and coughing) It's time to go.
Aeryn.
You! You set him up.
D'Argo is down there because of you! Look, you left him no choice! He had to, had to.
It's the only way to save Jothee.
It's the plan! What plan?! What are you talking about?! The plan, the plan to get D'Argo back and to rob the depository.
But you put the whole place on security alert! It's his it's all part of the plan, you see? Because D'Argo's breached the system, they'll scramble their codes.
And while they're resetting their security codes, I can link in and they'll never even know.
But I have to work quickly.
So you'll leave me alone! I've only got six arns before they reset their codes.
I'm going to reset his codes.
How the hell are we supposed to get D'Argo back?! Don't worry about a thing.
I've got it all figured out.
It's all part of the plan.
You better have it all figured out.
D'Argo bet his life on that.
No, he bet his son's life on that.
You manipulated us.
This plan will work.
(grunts) (kick and grunts) He hasn't said a word.
He's Luxan.
He'll die first.
Which means all this pain has been for nothing.
As it will continue to be.
But perhaps you like pain.
(screams) Is that it? I hope so.
(screaming) I've changed my mind.
Seven percent isn't nearly enough.
I want ten.
Listen slug, you'll get what we agreed upon and you'll be happy about it, okay? Okay?! It's easy, Rygel.
Okay.
Now, Stark's gadget will switch our container for the valuable one.
Mm-hmm.
Oh! And no Comms.
-What? All transmissions will be detected.
But what if something goes wrong? We have complete confidence in you, Rygel, especially where money is concerned.
(chuckles) Chiana, swallow this.
It will protect you from the effects of the melar gas.
You ready, Rygel? (farting) (high voice): Do I look ready? You have nothing to fear.
The gas will suspend your biological functions just long enough to avoid being detected by a bioscan.
Goddess be with you, brave Rygel.
(high voice): Ten percent! Do you hear me?! Ten! I consider this an oral contract Strange.
It should have been instantaneous.
I'll have to adjust the mix next time.
(chuckles) No, no, no! Wrong chip! Bad chip! Bad! Crichton: Have you accessed their security systems yet? Soon.
You said we had less than six arns.
I know what I said.
That means you have less than an arn left.
All bad.
It's a matter of precision and timing.
I must create my link at the precise moment they reset their I'm in.
I'm in.
Are you sure this is going to work? Yes, it'll work.
I spent too much time thinking it through.
I spent too much time thinking through the Farscape project.
Your side, my side! My side, your side! Now go away.
You know, go back to your quarters.
Get something to eat, take a nap.
Do nothing.
That's what D'Argo said you do best.
Ground rules.
You don't lie to me.
Did D'Argo say that? No.
I'm sorry.
He didn't.
Do you have any other lies you wanna confess? No.
You wanna guilt trip me, that's fine.
Just don't lie to me.
Good.
Good.
(thunder crashing) This is it? Huh, lame.
We can do better.
Better is whatever I say it is.
I knew that.
May I help you? No.
Bring me whoever's in charge here.
I assure you madam, I am more than capable Don't elevate yourself.
I know a functionary when one crawls in front of my face.
Now fetch me your master like a good little minion.
I'm Natira.
Are you here to make a transaction? I am Orala.
You act as if that name should mean something to me.
I understand you've been having security problems.
You've been misinformed.
Oh, really? I had one of my operatives test your systems himself.
He got halfway into your vault before you even noticed him.
The Luxan? He barely made it through the first door.
He belongs to you? He's still alive? Last I checked.
Chiana: They couldn't even kill a Luxan.
Unbelievable.
I will take him back now.
You'll take whatever I give you.
Oh How did he get our code? It is not my job to plug your security leak.
Then why have you come here? Time sensitive goods.
Short term deposit.
-Short term.
I need storage for one solar day.
-One solar day.
Explosives, negative.
Biologicals, negative.
Power-field emitters, negative.
Hynerian? Yes.
Naltoth era.
Hmm, it's extremely ugly.
But priceless.
And now my Luxan.
Natira: This way, please.
Zhaan: Girl? -Yes? Take him back to the ship.
-At once.
Freakin' Attila the Hun.
Natira: Your guards can watch you from the observation room.
He looks bad.
Those are my rules, and if you don't like them, then leave.
Now.
The vault is made from Maddium steel, strong enough to withstand a Meta-vek explosion.
Does that alleviate your security concerns? I'll let you know in one solar day.
Please.
(beeping) The code to your container is now linked to your genetic profile.
Computer: Retrieving container.
-Only you will be able to gain access.
Here comes your container now.
The first time can be a little intimidating.
(rumbling) (beeping) Bonnie and Clyde.
Oh no, forget about that one.
It's a bad ending.
(whispering): Scorpius is here.
Natira should know.
You know, it's really not very nice to whisper.
All right, Zhaan, come on.
Come on.
Wrap it up.
Scorpius: You can't escape me.
You know that.
Not now, you freak.
Get out of my head.
You can't escape me.
Scorpius.
Yes, Scorpius.
No Scorpius.
You see him? This is bad.
This is very bad.
(sighing) Akkor: Scorpius? Scorpius? Scorpius: Don't talk.
I've come for my property.
Akkor: If you could just be a little patient.
No No, no, no, no.
I must see Natira now.
Yes, but -You're stalling me, Akkor.
No.
He's about to walk in on Zhaan.
We'd better warn her.
We can't use the Comms because they'll hear us.
She'll be right with you.
(growling impatiently) Please, understand.
Natira's policy on client confidentiality is very strict.
I could lose my position.
Of course.
Oh, I understand.
(groaning) Now it won't be your fault.
(panting) Okay All right.
Hold still.
What is that? My boy Scorpius.
(beeping) (whirring) He's half Scarran.
Got a hell of a heat problem.
That must be how he stays cool.
Zhaan: I trust your machinery will not damage my possessions.
Come on, Zhaan.
Quit your yakking and get out of there.
Come on, Zhaan.
far more fragile and valuable than yours.
(beeps) (whispering): Scorpius is here.
Natira: If you'd allow my assistant to escort you.
Natira! Natira: Scorpius! How good to see you.
Follow me.
I'm here to claim my property.
Is that it? Straight to business? (sighing) Scorpius.
For a half Scarran, you can sometimes be so cold.
(chuckles) We have so much to catch up on.
I heard about the destruction of your Gammak Base.
And you thought I was dead.
Well, I'm glad I was wrong.
You've seized my property.
Well of course.
But I'll provide you with merchandise of equal value.
No.
For my inconvenience, you'll provide me with triple the value.
Double.
Triple.
I'll make the arrangements.
Hey, Stark, riddle me this.
What's black and white and black and white and black and white? Scorpy.
And in the bank.
Here? You knew! You knew that he had a safe deposit box in that bank.
Oh, well -Uh-uh! We've talked about lying.
Yes, I knew, but if I told you Hell, we would have stayed the hell away from the bank! What the hell were you thinking? I didn't know he'd be here.
No, no, no, no, you just want to you want to boost, boost, boost his stuff! You just wanted revenge! That is not true! My people and D'Argo's son are the reason I'm here.
Now, if it's Scorpius's wealth that frees them, well that's an added bonus.
You want revenge.
No, I don't.
I want to kill him.
That's justice.
How's D'Argo? Recovering.
Pilot, is there any sign of Scorpius's Command Carrier? Pilot: None.
But Moya did sense one small vessel approaching the planet earlier.
Oh, that's fine.
That's probably just a Marauder on a stealth trajectory.
There's no need to panic.
We can still pull this off undetected.
Look, I've modified these Comms so that they'll encrypt all transmissions.
We can communicate safely at all times.
And this pass key has been calibrated to control all their doors.
You see, this plan will work.
In any event, we're committed.
I need one more thing.
(beeps) Zhaan? Zhaan: Yes, John? Can you concoct something for me that reacts with heat, and by react I mean explode? I can prepare some jelifan paste.
Do that, please.
Don't turn this into a vendetta, John.
I didn't.
I'm procuring a quarter sakmar of Borinium ingots for you.
At least three times the value of the property you had stored.
And where are you stealing them from? Do you care? -No.
How soon will we have them? The arrangements are rather complex.
And what am I supposed to do while I wait? Accept my apologies.
Return to the Marauder.
I will summon you if I need you.
Leave that.
Natira will tend to me, should I require it.
True.
I know many ways to bleed off your excess heat.
Crichton: How you doing? How do I look? You look like crap.
Well, there's your answer.
Blood's clear.
Not much damage.
He's still in a lot of pain, though.
Yeah, we're, uh we're going ahead with the plan.
Because now it's begun, you have no other choice.
Now, who exactly got us into this great plan, anyway? Well someone had to act.
You mean someone had to take matters into their own hands? What, and you never do? Crichton, just just leave him alone, okay.
No, it's fine.
If he wants to get into it, we can get into it.
Well yeah, sure.
Now's just a great time.
Hey, how about I just go grab some rags in case he starts bleeding again.
I didn't come here to fight.
I came to see how you are.
Well, we've already covered that.
Is there anything else? (thunder rumbling) Rygel: One, get out of statue.
Two, use gadget to retrieve prize.
Three, jump into containers full of riches.
The problem is step one! (grunting and panting) Frell! The blue bitch said this would be easy.
Withdraw your possessions already? Mm-hmm.
That's unusual.
My life is unusual.
Chiana: Very unusual.
I said this was a short term deposit.
Short term.
(grunting) (panting) Dren! (grunts) No Dominar should have to work this hard.
(grunts) (panting) (mechanical whirring) All right, let's see if this thing actually works.
(whispering): So far, we're right on schedule.
(whispering): Let's hope Rygel is.
All he's got to do is switch containers.
He gets it right, I got one big kiss for him.
(chuckling) What are you doing? Doing what guys do best.
I'm looking for Baywatch.
Better yet, the Discovery Channel.
Are you still angry with me? Mmm, furious.
Good.
It adds enthusiasm to our encounters.
(grunts) Leave the cooling rods.
Leave the cooling rods.
Leave 'em.
Perfect! Come on.
Crichton -Let's go.
(beeping) Computer: Retrieving container.
(gasping) (screaming) Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho.
Scorpius (whispering): Hello, John.
Go.
Go away.
You, move that over there.
Oh! Careful.
Crichton: Go away.
Go.
I cannot let you do this! -Go away.
Go away.
Shh.
It's just Scorpius.
He's in my ear.
How about some jelifan paste Put it down.
-In his ear? Stop it.
Stop that.
Put it down.
Get out.
(whispering): Shut up.
Put it down, John.
-I can do this.
Put it down.
I can't let you do this.
-I can do I can do this.
No, John, I won't let you.
I won't let you.
No, you can't.
Give it to me.
Come on, Aeryn.
Come on, come on, come on.
All right, all right, all right.
(door opening) Aeryn, Aeryn, quick.
Okay.
Pick it up, pick it up, pick it up.
Come on, come on, come on.
Get down.
(grunting) (beeping) The Borinium ingots have been transferred into your container.
You'll be pleased with their value.
I'd better be similarly pleased with their quantity.
(Natira hisses) I will not be late for my Taladine tea.
You want to push? We'll be aboard the transport shortly, Orala.
(beeping) Borinium ingots? The Delvian woman.
These are her possessions.
A Delvian? -Security lockdown.
Who was with her? A Nebari, a Luxan and two Sebaceans.
Crichton! Seal all exits! (alarm pulsating) (growls) Frell! (grunts) Frell.
Time to try Stark's lockpick.
(beeping) Nuh, time to try something else.
Zhaan.
Zhaan! Zhaan! Get away from the portal.
The doors are sealed, Aeryn.
What's happening? Scorpius must be on to us.
Stupid plan.
Very stupid plan.
Don't panic.
Hold your position.
Do we have a choice? Stark? Stark! Pick up! I want him captured, not deafened.
This facility is bristule tight.
They won't get out.
I have less than a skerrick of faith in your words, Natila.
Locate them now.
This wasn't supposed to happen.
Wasn't supposed to happen.
Yes, well it did.
Now, can you pinpoint our location and turn off the damn camera? I'm here.
What the frell?! They're jamming the cameras.
Give me your level, corridor, segment, in that order.
Stark, this gizmo you gave me.
It's supposed to give me control over all the doors.
Yes.
Yes, but they'll know right where you are.
It's best to let me Just give me control! Stark.
You and D'Argo get Zhaan, Chiana and Rygel out and we'll act as a diversion.
That is suicide, Aeryn.
Almost as suicidal as strolling in and walking through a security door.
Camera function restored.
A portal's been breached, level nineteen.
Is it Crichton? We can't be sure until we -Make sure.
Scorpius: Stop running.
You cannot resist.
What is the matter with you? What is wrong? Aeryn, Scorpy.
When he put me in his chair, he did something and it's getting worse.
(voices approaching) Guards.
Oh, hell.
Got an idea.
Take your first on the right.
Rygel: Ten percent of this plan is lunacy.
Fifty percent of these riches is not enough! One hundred percent of dead is dead! Stark, which way now? (Stark mumbles) Stark! D'Argo, are you there? Stark, they need you.
If you fail them, I'll kill you.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, this will work.
Trust me.
We just have to find a place to -This will never work.
get our clothes off.
-You two.
Hold it.
They went that way.
Level twenty two, corridor riga, segment trada five.
They must be overriding portal controls.
-Not possible.
Notify me constantly of their progress.
This is my facility, Scorpius.
You go nowhere without me.
Nat (growls) Natira.
How much do you owe me? In every way? Too much, that I cannot repay.
If I leave with this man in custody, then all is forgiven.
Blue, how you doing? We're almost to the central processing area, John.
Stark, open the last door.
Stark: Not the plan, not the plan, not the plan.
My fault, my fault, my fault.
They're almost out of there.
Come on, you can do it.
Stark.
Stark, open the door.
I can hear them coming.
Stark! Scorpius: John, I need you.
Aeryn.
-What? If Scorpius gets me I know, shoot you.
No.
No, no, no.
Shoot him.
Look, we have to talk.
Not here.
You'll get us both killed.
Aeryn, I have to tell you how I feel.
I have to tell you.
No, you don't.
-Yes, I do.
I do.
No, you don't.
Natira, report.
Crichton's heading towards the main chamber.
Your current vector will intercept him.
The Delvian still has the special reserve you intended for Scorpius.
Good luck to her.
The least of our worries.
They're coming, D'Argo.
Hurry! I am working on it.
Just frelling hurry.
Chiana, have you got your pill for the melar gas? Take it now.
Where's my pill? This time I get a pill.
We have to reach them quickly.
I'm following the frelling sequence! That's it, D'Argo.
You're back in their system.
A pill for Rygel? Of course not.
When did anyone think of me? Stand your ground! Don't move! We'll shoot if you resist.
Don't think about it.
Oh, frell! Much better.
I knew I had to adjust the mix.
(both laughing) Natira: Crichton's out racing you to the main chamber.
Move it, Scorpius.
Capture them.
Take Crichton, alive.
We must change your cooling rods.
You're burning through them too fast.
(growls) Oh, thank the goddess you made it.
Is Rygel dead? (Scorpius wispers in John's head) Unconscious.
Aeryn, you help them load.
I'm gonna go seal all the doors.
No, reverse that, John.
You do this, I'll do that.
Scorpius: There's no escape.
-This is mine.
Load.
John Braca: Come on.
Hold it! -Come on, Braca.
Hold it! Help me! (screams) Thank you.
Hey, Braca.
Tell me, is the rematch ever better than the original fight? Hmm? Hmm? Hmm? You have no idea how patient I have been for this moment.
Well, since I got you here, tell me.
What the frell did you put in my head?! Some awareness.
A neuro-biotracer.
Call it what you like.
A tiny chip, a tiny seed that's been growing in your brain.
Touching every aspect of your personality your memory.
Didn't happen to see LuAnne Johnson, did ya? And whispering advice.
I trust it's helped save you once or twice since escaping my Gammak Base.
(gasping) Oh, what's the matter Scorpy? You don't look too good.
Neither do you, Crichton.
(groaning) I got a piece of you in me.
Now you got a piece of me in you.
Change it.
Change it now! Scorpius.
You could not let me die any more than I can sacrifice you.
That's what you're telling me in my head, but I think I'll give it a shot.
No, you will save me.
No.
Now, take one.
Take it.
No! Take it.
Take it! Take it! Now insert the rod in the gannet.
-No.
Insert the rod! Insert the rod! Insert it! Insert it! Insert it! Insert it! Insert the rod, John! You're really not my type.
Die, you grotesque bastard! Even if it means I die, too.
Neither one of us can die.
(John sings) Oh, say can you see I command you to help me.
-By the dawn's early light John Crichton, I command you to help me! -What so proudly we hail At the twilight's last gleaming Whose broad stripes and bright stars (grunting) Rygel: We've done it! We are rich! As soon as we establish an exchange rate for these ingots, we'll know exactly how rich we really are.
We agreed, Rygel, nothing gets touched until after D'Argo's son and the others get freed from the slave auction, right? Yes, yes, let's all pretend we're not thinking how ill-advised that covenant was.
He provides a perspective otherwise lacking.
I must apologize for my panic.
My shame is great.
You did brilliantly.
We wouldn't have had a chance without you.
For which I am eternally grateful.
Ka D'Argo.
You've proven yourself to be a worthy friend.
And one not to be distrusted again.
Nice sentiment.
After all these desolate cycles, I'm about to see my son.
And that tortured being there is the one who's made it possible.
What about your other tortured friend? Friends support one another unconditionally.
They also forgive one another.
It was real.
I didn't imagine it.
What was real, John? I had Scorpius in my head.
And it was hard letting him die.
There's still a part of me that wishes I'd saved him.
Well, you mustn't forget what he wanted from you.
He wanted to dissect your brain.
Hmm.
Aeryn, I, um I meant what I said didn't say.
I know.
(rattling)