Farscape s04e22 Episode Script

Previously On Farscape.
And finaly on Farscape.
Your infantile obsession with betrayal is misplaced, John.
Scorpius actually said that? Can you believe, the son-of-a-bitch did actually say that! Look past my actions, towards my goal our common goal.
He leads Braca and a damn Command Carrier here and no, I have an infantile obsession with betrayal! If you do initiate starburst, your ship will be crippled.
If Scorpius is harmed in any way the Leviathan will be destroyed.
We have Braca sitting on our front doorstep issuing threats with one hand and Scarran messages with the other but no, no, no, I'm sorry, it's not a betrayal.
Do you believe them? Yes no I maybe.
I don't know.
Look, I can understand if you if you didn't want to, but it is possible that they're telling the truth, crazy as it sounds, that the message was intercepted from the decimated Scarran base on Katratzi.
Our course is set for the wormhole that leads to Crichton's home planet.
Upon arrival, begin the process of subduing their defensive forces.
Just tell me the Scarrans don't know where Earth is.
They'll go Crystherium Utilia.
An acquired taste.
Hummingbird feeder.
You know of our delicacy? Bird of Paradise.
Yah, Mom's garden.
Dime a dozen.
Now they're gonna go.
They're gonna go because I told them their flowers were there.
That being the case, perhaps you should set aside how we feel about Scorpius and listen to what he's proposing.
No.
Absolutely not.
No.
He he's manipulated us, Aeryn.
He manipulates everything.
This us from the first moment we met, the man has done nothing but lie to us.
I know, but what if the Scarrans are heading to Earth? What if they really are? What else did he say to you? I assure you, I had nothing to do with this John.
That said, reality reality presents opportunity, John.
That if I align myself with the Peacekeepers, he will see to it see to it that our entire might is thrown into defending your world! - Well, that's something you have to consider.
- No, I don't.
I can destroy the wormhole.
Seal up Earth.
You can do that? Yes no maybe again.
The knowledge is there.
It's just not in the correct order.
Alright, but what if they make it there before you? What if they beat you there? What happens to your family? Everyone? Make a decision, John.
You have nothing to fear from this commitment.
It's a big commitment.
Either one.
So you're - What? - afraid Of commitment.
Hey, wait a minute.
Did she hesitate like that, or was that just you doing that now? - What does it matter? - Well, it matters because, if she hesitated like that, she knows you were talking about her.
You said what? What I said.
- Like you said? - What does it matter? Well, if you said it to him like you said it when you said it to me, then it means that he knows that you know.
Now is not a good time to be talking commitment with Peacekeepers.
Earth is not ready.
Will they ever be? One day.
Maybe.
- So you got out of it.
- Ohh! Please.
No, really, because, uh if she paused like that I don't wanta talk about it.
So, what do we do? We hope.
We hope that I can figure out how to destroy the wormhole.
Otherwise, all the bad things happen.
And it'll be my fault.
Well, I'm with you.
Good job.
Always position yourself so they have to come to you.
Chiana, this isn't about us.
Sure.
- Ready? - Yah.
We're natural allies, John.
The Scarrans will ravage your planet, and I can prevent it.
Miss Britannica what kind of Scarran ship is following us? A Stryker, John.
Swift attack.
- It's gonna beat us to the wormhole? - Utilizing starburst? possibly.
What about Braca and the Queen Mary? No.
Grasshopper tell me your plan for saving Earth.
By a simple declaration of alliance, even infuriated, Emperor Staleek will be forced to stay his attack or, by its inception, incur a war that he is still afraid of losing.
Your timing is terrible.
It's too late.
Welcome to the nuclear age.
John see reason.
No.
I am no longer a chess piece.
Crichton he is not wrong.
You must trust him.
Goldilocks it's a bad choice.
When you figure that out, call our one-eight-hundred number for counseling.
Okay Chiana.
Lock down the maintenance bay.
- Good riddance.
- You two better grab your helmets.
Captain Braca here's the deal.
We've attached a bomb to Scorpius and we're leaving.
Follow us, and the bomb explodes.
Once we've gone, the bomb will shut down.
Couldn't be simpler.
Don't bother responding.
We're not listening.
Explain to me the logic of resisting the Scarrans without allies! I see.
Reason has fled them all.
So much you misunderstand about me, John.
Your actions put your world at risk.
I did this.
I'll fix it and live with it, either way.
Weak species! John reconsider.
Otherwise you doom Earth to destruction! Why send a Stryker force to Earth? For impotent revenge against Crichton? Or to seperate me from my lover? We are political enemies, you and I, but Scarrans both.
Do you have the fortitude to ally yourself for a greater good than your own advancement? You destroyed my father.
Your political office, the bounty of your rank, was stolen.
Just as he took from his predecessor.
You must put that aside.
What does it matter? The hierarchy shall judge us both harshly.
The Crystherium Matriarch is gone.
This region of the galaxy denied to us.
A partnership.
Your lover, Pennoch, travels to Earth Ahkna, because these grow there.
John, at this range, Pilot could still contact Scorpius, - but after one more starburst he, .
.
-No turning back.
I think you should concentrate on your training with Katoya.
Katoya was a frelling frootloop.
Focus on your inner strength.
It's here.
I just can't find the Rosetta Stone.
- Katoya.
- Frootloop.
- Sex.
- Chiana! - Sex does it.
- For you.
For everyone.
Sex.
- With you, or with him? - Well, whatever.
Sex.
John.
This is hard to say, but, uh not all of the Peacekeepers are represented by Grayza's betrayal.
If you make a pact with Scorpius, I believe they'll honor it.
And then they will enslave your planet.
Thanks.
It's not twelve.
It's not twelve! Pilot how come we haven't starburst? Scarran Stryker craft have a unique propulsion system that allows them to cover great distances And? We required three additional starbursts to reach the destination.
At our current rate, they will arrive before us.
Moya and I have discussed the options and elect to employ an extended starburst technique.
Extended starburst You look awful.
Can't think.
Ohh, this extended starburst is much worse than Pilot expected.
Rygel is vomiting continuously, though perhaps that's not so unusual.
On the other hand, Stark has passed out which is just as well cause now he can't vomit at all.
Would you leave me alone for a while? Momentarily.
Chew.
- No, thank you.
- It decreases the symptoms.
How fares the wormhole? Can you close one down? - Noranti, would you leave us, please? - I know of one sure curative for brain lock.
Natural - Come on.
- organic drugs.
- How is your nausea dear? - Better, thank you.
Good.
I can take a hint.
I was looking for you in the maintenance bay.
I liked your solution.
Liked that, did'ja? You have any home remedies for writer's block? I know you better than that.
I'm gonna fail.
It's a sin, really.
I'm close.
There's just not enough time.
It's always about time.
Yah.
Time.
Timing.
Timing.
Love you.
Don't ever change.
Pilot proof me on this.
If I can.
Remember, I'm a bit woozy myself from extended starburst.
I'll have Grandma whip ya up somethin.
A wormhole is a disturbance in space-time.
Immediately before it opens, a pressure bubble forms.
You can't see it, but it's there.
I can see it.
- You can see the bubble? - Yes, can't you? I kinda smell it.
Anyway anyway, you know what I'm talkin about.
The bubble starts tiny, and it expands outward.
When the bubble bursts, the wormhole opens.
Correct.
Alright here's my theory.
Stop me if you've heard it before.
I travel down the wormhole in my module.
The wormhole closes behind me.
I wait.
Before the wormhole opens, I dive in at the last moment, piercing the bubble.
That collapses the wormhole in around me, over and over and over again, all the way back to here.
The wormhole is sealed up forever.
Closed.
Finito.
Road gone.
That is brilliant, Commander.
- It'll work.
- The math is impecible.
The quantical relationships line up perfectly.
Am I sensing a problem? The Scarrans are on their way, Pilot.
The timing required to puncture the bubble at its maximum radius, thereby beginning the chain-reaction you describe, is in the mili-microts.
So I can't do it.
Even if you could see the bubble, your eye-limb coordination is lacking.
I'm not going to ask you another favor.
So I'm just gonna beg.
Commander I'm sorry.
There's nothing I can do.
Outstanding, Pilot.
My congratulations to you and to Moya.
No sign of the Scarrans.
We beat 'em.
I'm coming with you.
Aeryn, we got one shot at the wormhole before the Scarrans arrive.
Pilot's explained this manuver to me.
He's not very optimistic.
If it doesn't work we could be stuck on Earth.
There are worse places.
Not if the Scarrans get there.
Then we'll have to do the best we can.
What did you imagine for your life? Service, promotion, retirement, death.
You? This is exactly what I imagined.
And a coupla kids.
Dominar.
You should do it.
- Would you? - No.
But I'm not you.
Allow me to take this opportunity to say how pleased I am to have you back on board, Sir.
Delightful to be here, Captain.
Is Commandant Grayza not joining us? No no, she's having a little difficulty adjusting to her confinement.
Apparently she's under sedation.
Pity.
Next time we encounter Crichton, see to it that the older cook is brought aboard unharmed.
Do you wish me to continue to track his movements and pursue him? Unnecessary.
I believe that our reluctant human may soon return, of his own volition.
My name is John Crichton an astronaut.
Four years ago, I got shot through a wormhole to a distant part of the galaxy.
I ended up on this ship this living ship, populated by escaping prisoners who became my friends.
Curious holiday, Easter.
Religious leader dies comes back from the dead, and you end up celebrating like this! - I made enemies - John Not now, you son-of-a-bitch! This is not time to be messing with me! You want me to fail, don't ya? Quite the contrary, John.
Should your planet fall victim I would not wish to reside in the head that blames itself.
You're lying.
I've examined this thoroughly from my unique perspective, and I believe your fears are correct.
I believe you will fail.
After all that's happened, how do you expect me to trust you? Well I think that like religion it's an individual choice.
Either you believe and, therefore, bunnies are unnecessary or you don't, in which case chocolate? Hey.
Crichton? What're ya doin? Contacting Scorpius.
Change of plan.
John What? Gonna see if I can cut a deal before the Scarrans get here and avert a massacre.
Are you really sure this is what you wanta do? I can't risk Earth.
What the hell's the matter with these consoles? Why are you doin this? Why would you sell your own people out? Because I am proud to bring Peackeeper protection to my backward ass little planet.
Then don't do it! Pop the frelling bubble.
Make the wormhole collapse.
- Pip, I can't do it.
- Yes you can.
- I'm not smart enough - Yes you can.
I'm not fast enough I am not alien enough and you know what? There are people in the Universe who don't like me! - I'm only human.
- Frell you! To victory over Scarran domination.
To you for your bravery.
For resisting the enemy? For not resisting your friends.
Calm down, Pilot.
Breathe.
That's it.
Now, tell me what the matter is.
Moya and I have never been at greater odds.
We've never disagreed so fiercely.
Over what, Pilot? I haven't been entirely honest about not being able to help Crichton.
You! Sparky you selfish, egotistical, self-centered little Dominar.
Pilot said it was you that turned him around.
Do you want to pay me back? We'll see how it turns out.
I love your scaly green ass no matter what! Moya is enormously distressed by what we are about to do.
Tell her she must be brave.
It's for the good of the family.
Pilot how's this gonna work? Because the transport pods are built of Moya's own elements, I will be able to live in one for up to an arn.
But But if we're not rejoined by then, both wounds will scab over and our neurological connections will have no chance of regenerating.
We're gonna be quick.
We go wormhole closes we wait before it opens again we pop\ the bubble and we're back home.
If not my death is assured.
And without Moya I shall die alone.
You won't be alone, Moya.
He shall return.
And, I'm here.
We're all here.
This will help you to relax.
Most life-sustaining systems are on manual bypass.
Ready as can be.
Then do it, if you're going to do it.
Cap'n? Pip? Okay, Pilot I really need to hear this from you.
Captain D'Argo, I remand the ship to your control.
You may now cut me free of Moya.
It's not working! Stop! It's not working! Stop! What? - What's wrong? - He can't take anymore.
He's getting delirious.
Well, what do you expect? We're cutting him in half.
Oh, no.
Not Pilot.
The other one.
Listen.
It's too much too fast it makes no sense I can't remember Fine.
There's too much impossible pattern too much helpless help me Stark! What is the matter? It's too much too fast.
Okay.
Chiana these command sequences must be performed while I am seperated from Moya.
Without them, most regulatory systems will fail.
Okay you said you said you flew Talyn.
Ohh I did.
There.
Sat there flew Talyn controled Talyn was Talyn.
- S so? - This is way more complicated.
Four arms it's too fast to much.
Okay, Pilot.
- Can you slow it down for'em? - There is no time.
Alright.
Show me and I'll slow it down.
Your eyes what did you do? Your job.
I'm blind.
Tell Crichton we're ready.
Thank you Chiana.
They're putting Pilot inside the transport pod.
He doesn't look well.
I have fortified him with anti-infectious ointment and pain relief.
Though I fear both to be wholly inadequate in this case.
- What is this dren? - Keeps the neural circuits moist til Moya and Pilot are rejoined.
Don't hold your breath.
This isn't even one you could get odds on.
This moisturizing agent won't work for long.
The ganglia is already drying out.
The wormhole cycle's going to start in about thirty microts.
You might want to grab onto somethin.
John Aeryn the Scarrans are less than an arn away.
Good luck.
Dear God don't let me screw this up.
Aaa, Dad.
Pilot? We're gonna to need you to wake up now.
We need your help.
Come on, John.
There is no way that five hundred egghead scientists are strappin on a handgun as part of their uniform.
So, help me out here, Winters.
Make all this crap go away.
I'm comin.
- Hello.
- Hey, Dad.
John where are you? Serenity Base.
- Serenity Base? - Yah, the moon.
Why didn't you make Earth orbit? Murphy Dad.
We've got a little problem.
Worse than a three-hundred dollar clipboard that you can put paper in when its upside down? Yes.
The Scarrans have located Earth.
And, they're on their way.
What can we do? Nothing.
I gotta do it.
What the hell does that mean? Why do you have to do it? You've already done enough, Son.
I'm going to seal up the wormhole.
That'll isolate Earth, but it should protect it.
Then how do we get into deep space? The old-fashioned way.
You build a rocket.
I've left you technology and navigation information here at your flagpole.
How long do we have? Not long.
Then take me with you.
Take us all we're ready.
Five hundred of the World's best.
We can help.
There's no time.
What do you mean, there's no time? For Moya to get from the Moon to the Earth, what's it take? A blink of the eye? Two seconds? Come on, Son.
We're down to minutes Dad.
How do you want to spend 'em? Son listen th the Secretary General of the UN is he speaks for the planet on all space matters now.
We're startin to come together, just like you wanted.
That's good.
Keep that up.
I was lookin forward to coming with you, boy.
Well sometimes things don't happen quite the way you imagine 'em.
Come on.
Tell Susan and Liv that I love 'em.
And, I'll contact ya if I can.
Tell everyone.
I will, Son.
You tell my grandkids about me.
That's a no-brainer.
They gotta know who my hero is.
You're gonna find when you have your own, you want 'em to pass you.
Be better, climb higher.
I guess if that's the measure, I'm the greatest dad on Earth.
I love you, Dad.
You're the heart and soul of my life, Son.
I love you.
Good-bye.
Stark can we move the ship? Moya seems too dazed to respond to anyone but Pilot for navigation.
- D'Argo - The Scarrans will be here momentarily.
No, no.
Scarrans Scarrans torture! Scarrans kill! Torture, kill! Torture, kill! Stark! I think I'm okay now.
Emperor Staleek the wormhole has reappeared as we approach.
Scans show Crichton's Leviathan sits nearby, though it makes no attempt to flee or defend itself.
Ignore them.
Continue on to Earth.
Fulfill your mission.
They're here.
Everyone brace! I have crippled their ship.
Up, Pilot.
Now.
Come on, Pilot.
Up and at 'em.
You've got billions of lives to save.
- Did I did I miss it? - No.
- Did I let you down? - No, you did not.
All right, listen up.
Right there - Where? - v Right there.
It's gonna be a wormhole back to Moya and just pop the bubble when it's - when it's time.
- At its apex.
Yes, Commander.
You know what scares the hell outta me? From the first moment I laid eyes on you I could never see the end.
What scares me is I always could.
- Alright, Pilot.
Time it right.
- I see it, Commander.
The bubble preceding your wormhole is forming now.
Beginning acceleration sequence.
Wormhole in quatro tres dos please work.
Now! - I think this is gonna work.
- Scarrans! Disengage! Disengage! Emperor Crichton has turned the wormhole against us.
We will not Damn baby, you're alive.
You did a good thing today, Pilot, for which the goddess always rewards.
- Float on memories, and time will heal your wounds.
- Empty! and should you ever need to leave again, - don't hesitate in calling on me - discharge I was your worthy successor.
I was! You ask Moya.
When the Scarran shot her, I seized control and saved the ship! I know you're proud Troubled Stykera float on memories and, perhaps time will heal your wounds.
Discharge - pumps - Head down.
Discharge Yes, yes Pilot.
D'Argo has switched on the discharge pumps.
Any water seepage will be expelled.
Thank you.
Now allow the minerals in Qujaga's sea o soothe Moya, and you rest and regenerate your connection to her.
How many fingers? Hmm? Tralk! It's not gonna go away.
I'm gonna be blind forever.
Frell! Hey that Diagnosan that we found near here, that is the first stop that we make when this is over.
I promise.
Simpletons.
What? What's gonin on? Crichton's got Aeryn in a boat.
What's he doin? We have some unfinished business.
Yes we have.
A year ago, we let a coin make our decisions for us.
Not again.
Call it.
Aeryn I have a question.
Can I go first? When I was on the Command Carrier, I went to see a surgeon.
I was really worried about what the Scarrans did to me.
The fetus has been released from its stasis.
So, I'm having a baby.
You okay? And the baby? It's yours.
I just wanted to tell you.
Hope it doesn't change anything.
Umm well, it changes everything.
We're gonna have a baby! Yah! Frell you! We are gonna have a baby! - Wha what's goin on? - Now John seems very, very angry.
We're having a baby! Sit down before you fall down.
- Are you all right? - Yah.
Ohh.
- Are you happy? - Yah.
What was your question? Oh god.
Umm Crichton's gone down onto his knees.
- Why? - I think he's hurt himself.
Will you marry me? Yes.
- What's he doin? - Uh the boat's sinking.
He's putting some sort of looks like a ring on her finger.
- A ring? - Ahh a ring.
You frellnicks! Didn't you watch any of those those those those Earth movies? Crichton just proposed.
Proposed what? Marriage.
Marriage? Idiot! John! Aeryn! Get inside! D'Argo, do you know what it is? I have no idea whatsoever.
Just come back inside! Give me a break we're in a boat! Tracker scouts were correct.
One Leviathan, partially submerged.
Two invaders have exited their ship.
Request orders.
Are they gonna make it? D'Argo! - Do you have target acquisition? - Positive.
I scan no armaments.
- Neutralize invaders for analysis.
- Acknowledged.
Neutralization run beginning.
Hatch doors are open hurry up!! You and your timing.
I love you.