Crichton: Fields of green grass.
Chiana: Well, mold is, uh, is green.
Crichton: Crystal-blue streams.
Chiana: Ruptured bile ducts...
Actually.
If I had anything at all in my stomach right now, I'd throw up.
Aeryn: I've never seen anything like it.
Moya could fit in its mouth.
Chiana: It's the remains of a Budong
one of the largest creatures there is.
For the last month, you've been telling us
about this fantastic place where we're going to get fed
and this is it?
A big... rotting Budong?
You mean that thing's edible?
Budong flesh is... well, it's kind of poisonous.
It's got pustule things filled with acid mucus.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, we got it. We got that one. It ain't edible.
(sneezes)
Aeryn: what's the matter with you?
I don't know. Ah... I don't know.
I hope it's not a cold
'cause I'm sure not going to get any chicken soup on a Budong.
Look, I don't know what "cheeken zoop" is, okay?
But there's plenty of other food at the mining camp.
What, people live on the Budong?
Inside, yeah. Mining for nogelti crystals.
How'd you find out about this place?
Um, my brother Nerri and I stayed here for a while.
We had a great time.
Why did you leave, then?
The winds blew in a different direction.
Really?
How much did you steal?
It was a long time ago.
And they're going to welcome the prodigal daughter home
with a thanksgiving meal.
Look, we'll work it out once we're there.
If they've got food let's go.
What is that appalling smell?
(sniffs)
Breakfast.
Dentics.
You can't eat dentics.
Fried dentics. You can eat anything if it's fried.
I'll pass.
Suit yourself, Jenny Craig but I'm hungry.
Obviously not that hungry.
I say we starburst out of here
and try our luck somewhere else, Crichton.
Aeryn, we are out of supplies.
We're going to become the Donner Party of the uncharted territories
if we don't get some food soon.
Chiana: Nobody is going to starve.
The colony has food.
Zhaan: Chiana's right.
We must go to the mining camp.
Of course I'm right.
Aeryn: No, Zhaan. You obviously didn't hear.
Chiana's got enemies that she forgot to tell us about.
Zhaan: I need food-- now.
Crichton: Zhaan, what's going on?
Zhaan?
I must have food or I'll die.
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.
Aeryn: Why? Crichton, why?
Why do I have to stay aboard Moya?
Crichton: Because D'Argo and I are allergic
to whatever's happening to Zhaan, and you aren't.
(sneezing)
Are you feeling all right?
You up for this?
I'm not sure what's worse--
the hunger pains or the frelling allergies.
Rygel: What the dren are we waiting for?
Me.
Sha-zam.
D'Argo: That's nice.
You think this'll catch Temmon's eye?
Who's Temmon?
Just an old friend.
He'll look after me.
Chiana: We'll get food, don't worry.
Well, we better or Zhaan dies.
Come on, let's go.
Aeryn: Oh, that's just great.
I get to stay onboard with the blooming blue bush
and you get to play with your favorite little trelk.
We'll be back in a couple of arns, tops.
(sneezes)
I hope the food tastes better than this place smells.
What did you expect? It's a corpse.
Rygel: It's a filthy gelft sty.
Do you want food... or not?
What about your friend?
Temmon.
Why didn't you tell us about him before?
Is he edible?
Crichton: Shut up, Rygel.
You did, didn't you? You stole from this guy.
How's this going to go down?
When I tell him Nerri's dead
he'll forget all... all about the money.
You're going to use your dead brother
to play on his sympathies?
I have a plan.
D'Argo, it's okay. Chiana has a plan.
(alarm sounding)
Chiana: An attack.
D'Argo. Crichton. A keedva.
Chiana: Temmon? Oh, frell.
Rygel: This is who's going to help us?
Chiana: Temmon.
It's me. Chiana.
Ch-Chiana.
Don't let me suffer like this.
Get B'Sogg.
Holy...
What the hezmana are you doing?
Once that stuff touches you, you're dead anyway!
Crichton: Chiana, what's happening here?
He smack-- ah!
Smack into a pustule.
Keedva must have been after him.
Keedva. What exactly is a keedva?
Vicious beast that feeds off the Budong.
Chews up anything that gets in the way.
B'Sogg: You did what needed to be done, Chiana.
As usual, these weaklings didn't have the guts
to put my brother out of his misery.
Go home!
All of you.
I'm closing the mine till I track that keedva and kill it.
But with the mines closed how are these poor folk
going to earn enough nogelti for provisions?
How are you going to anything if you're dead?
Ah.
Now, get out.
I'm gone.
B'sogg: Never thought I'd see you again.
You got some nerve.
Temmon used to say you liked my nerve.
That wasn't all I liked.
Too bad you left so suddenly.
Why are you back?
Our ship's out of food.
We're dying of starvation.
I thought you could help us out.
(D'Argo growling)
You want food.
Hand over your weapons.
No.
Then stay hungry.
Here you are, Marshal.
B'sogg: I'll feed your friends
but not you, Chiana.
You used up my charity.
Go.
Chiana: Get food for Zhaan.
Altana.
Alive and kickin'.
Come on, girl. I'll give you a feed.
So, what's Desdi girl been up to?
A keedva got her just after you left.
She lost both her arms and half her face.
Chiana: True god.
Altana: Too right.
Tara gave it up. She bugged out.
She got some kids or something now.
True? What about Jav?
Scored big and... left. Just like I'm about to.
Hey, girl, you've been here too long.
You've been waiting your whole life for that big score.
No good.
No more, girl-- I'm leaving.
Because I did hit it big.
You better shut it
before something you won't like flies in.
Hey.
You really found something?
Vein of nogelti.
Near the second liver, just past the ribs.
Set me up for ten lifetimes.
Oh, I'm so happy for you.
Be happy for yourself, girl.
I want you to have a share.
You do?
Well, then I, I can get food for Zhaan.
For all of us.
Just one problem-- B'sogg.
That folly closed the mines.
Bastard's probably down there right now jumping my claim.
Altana...
Do you think B'sogg...
Think B'sogg could have killed Temmon?
No more, girl. They were brothers.
Well, surely we can do something if not cure it, stabilize it.
I can...
mix a salve which...
which might slow down the growth of the buds.
Great, you stay there and you tell me how to mix it.
Zhaan.
Can you tell me?
Begin with bet-tur and ly-jel.
Right. Which one are they?
The two marked vials.
Is it supposed to do that?
Zhaan?
Zhaan? Can you hear me?
Frelling great.
Pilot: Officer Sun.
Yes? What is it, Pilot?
Pilot: The micropollens Zhaan's producing
are beginning to affect Moya.
She's experiencing a slight numbing sensation
along her inner hull.
All right, we'll put the atmosphere scrubbers
to maximum capacity.
Pilot: Already done.
Well, I don't know what else to suggest then.
Rygel: This is your grand gesture of generosity?
Fungus, mold, lichens...
Ugh!
What's that you're eating?
Meat.
Why didn't I get any meat?
You want meat, you have to pay for it.
So, if what I've given you isn't to your liking...
(gasps) No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.
Crichton: You can ignore the little green eating machine.
We appreciate what you've done for us.
D'Argo: We need more food.
D'Argo: We need enough to last us
until we get to the next system.
B'Sogg: You want more you have to earn it like everybody else...
Once I reopen the mines.
What do you say we trade?
We got medical supplies, weapons...
This is not a commerce planet.
You want meat, nogelti crystals buys food.
Work... gets crystals.
Then, we'll work.
Rygel: Dominars do not work!
Rygel: Especially not in some rotting corpse filled with creatures.
(men shouting)
Rygel: What are those men doing?
B'Sogg: Deemo.
Do you play?
(chuckles) I'm about to.
We're here for Zhaan, maverick, not games.
I'm here for food.
This is how I'll get it.
I'll introduce you.
Most kind. (chuckles)
D'Argo: Maybe we should have fried this.
Well, it ain't lobster but it'll keep Zhaan alive.
Keep an eye on the children till I get back.
Aeryn: Mmm... definitely takes the edge off.
Man, can it get any worse in here? I can barely breathe.
Hey, Blue. Delivery.
It's not exactly Domino's,
but it got here in less than 30 minutes.
John...
Okay.
Here you go.
Come on.
Can't. Gone too far.
Need meat.
No, no, y-you don't want meat.
Meat's bad for you. It's got cholesterol, hormones...
(chokes)
Animal proteins...
Stop the budding cycle.
Buds evolved...
For protection.
Famine immobilizes us.
Predator attacks.
Buds poisoned animal.
When animal dies,
we eat animal to recover.
I'll get you some meat.
Now.
(Rygel gasps) You cheated.
Yeah. (chuckles)
It's part of the game.
You're just a lousy cheater.
I'll have you know I am an excellent cheater.
I'm just not at my best right now.
This outrageous hunger is affecting me.
Let's see some of these nogelti crystals you claim to have.
We'll settle up when we're done.
You know what I think?
I think you don't have any crystals-- never did.
Don't be ridiculous.
You lie about having anything of any value to bet with.
Rygel: I demand another game
or I'll tear your frelling eyes out.
You green-assed, stinking, warty, little bastard!
I'm going to kill you!
(gulps) That won't get you your crystals.
You get me my crystals one way or another.
Yeah, you look good on that couch.
You always did.
I missed you.
You chose Temmon over me.
Well, maybe I made the wrong choice.
Temmon's gone now... anyway.
You don't seem too broken up about it.
Oh, well, neither do you.
Well, we all grieve in our own way.
Temmon was a brother... a partner.
I'm going to miss him.
Yeah... Me, too... but we got to move on.
The miners need to...
D'Argo: B'Sogg!
Go away.
One of our shipmates is dying. She must have meat.
You have nothing to trade for it.
We'll get you whatever you want
but I want that meat now.
There must be something you want.
Hey...
B'Sogg: Is that what this is about, free handouts?
I told you
you want meat
you have to pay for it.
(growling softly)
Maybe you do have something to trade.
No!
Does he make all of your decisions for you?
B'Sogg: That's not the Chiana I knew.
No...
I make my own decisions.
Run away Luxan.
(grunts)
Now, give me what I need!
You've got mivonks, luxan...
But I hid the meat in the mine
and no one knows the mines like I do.
Kill me
and you'll never find it
and your shipmate dies anyway.
Chiana: D'Argo...
if he wants a night with me...
I'll give it to him.
One night?
Uh-uh.
I play for keeps.
A life for a life.
I give you meat--
you're mine...
(growls softly)
till I'm done with you. (chuckles)
Chiana: What were you thinking, attacking B'Sogg like that?
What, did you think he'd just hand over the meat?
It seemed like a better idea
than waiting for you to frell him into submission.
Yeah, well, if that's what it takes,
then that's what it takes.
I thought this was supposed to be about saving Zhaan.
There are other ways to get the crystals that we need.
I will not allow you to stay here with him.
-Don't tell me what to do! -Well, someone has to!
Chiana!
D'Argo...
I had a brother.
He's gone.
I don't need another.
I don't want to be... your brother.
Then, what?
(sighs)
I want to help you.
Do you want to help?
My friend, Altana, she's...
She's found this really big vein of crystals.
She's willing to share the wealth.
Is it enough to help save Zhaan?
More than enough...
Except they've closed the mine because of the keedva.
What if I went down there with her?
Pilot: Calibration is complete.
Did Zhaan tell you what intensity to use?
Zhaan's out of it, Pilot. I'm doing this on my own.
Pilot: Then how do you know it'll help?
I don't, but she's a plant and she loves light.
There.
Okay...
(zapping)
What are you reading, Pilot?
Zhaan now seems to be exuding spores
as a reaction to the intense light.
Can you do anything about it?
I've minimized Moya's ambient illumination as a precaution
but the spore levels are still increasing.
You've only made things worse.
I had to do something and you didn't give me any suggestions.
Why did you do that?
Aeryn: What? I was trying to help, Zhaan.
Zhaan: Lies. You tried to kill me.
Aeryn: Don't be stupid.
Brutish Peacekeeper.
(stifling sneeze)
Zhaan: Can't wait to see me die.
Are you enjoying this?
Not in the least.
(sneezes)
Should be easy.
It's never easy.
Budong.
Chiana: I'll stay half a cycle, no more.
B'Sogg: I've given you my terms.
Take them or leave them.
That was the deal, Chiana.
Chiana: Can't we negotiate?
No.
Frell.
Crichton: Where's D'Argo? Did he get some meat?
Yeah, he's working on it in the mines.
What? In the...
Is he nuts?!
Crichton: You remember the creature, don't you?
How long has he been gone?
I don't know-- like, three arns or so.
He's with Altana.
It should be easy.
It's never easy.
I'm gonna go get him.
Zhaan's spores are spreading faster than the scrubbers can remove it.
It's penetrating Moya's neural conduits and dulling her senses.
How badly?
Already enough to impede navigation.
Can you compensate?
I'm having difficulty.
My own connection to Moya is still much less than optimal.
How much damage can these spores do?
If the levels continue to increase
Moya could be permanently blinded.
It's all right. I won't let that happen, Pilot.
What if Zhaan were to leave Moya entirely?
If she and I were to leave in a transport pod
then you could open the rest of Moya to space
and flush the pollen out.
That would... help Moya...
but what about you?
The spores have begun to affect you as well.
No, I'll be fine.
We just need to buy some time
until Crichton can return with some meat.
You prime a transport pod, all right?
Pilot: Very well.
(coughing)
Zhaan's gone, Pilot.
D'Argo?
(grunting) (rhythmic clanking)
Slug monkey.
Rygel, what the hell are you doing down here?
Get lost, Crichton. This one's mine.
Crichton: You seen D'Argo?
Forget D'Argo.
That filthy character Vija threw me down here
just because I lost at deemo.
He cheated.
What? And you didn't?
Of course I cheated.
You cheated and you lost.
D'Argo and Chiana have a line on some crystals so let's go.
Crichton, I've got a crystal right here.
Our luck is changing.
Rygel...
(groans)
That's your ear, right?
Okay,
Zhaan is almost out of time
so get your crystal and...
LET'S GO!
Ow!
(high-pitched whine)
(growling)
(squish)
(whispering): Rygel?
(growling)
Rygel?
(thud)
Rygel?
(snorting)
(growling)
(roaring)
Sparky!
Sorry, Crichton.
Oh, no, you don't.
You're not ditching me.
Get off!
Let go!
-No way! -There's no reason for both of us to die.
I'm a dominar.
You are just you.
Shut your yap
and give it more gas.
There is no more gas.
Let go or we'll both die.
Screw you.
We're going down!
Rygel!
Let go or we'll die!
For the last time NO!
Let go or I'll bite your fingers off.
Oh, yeah? Screw you.
(yells)
Rygel!
(high-pitched whine)
Rygel... Rygel...
Rygel, let go! Let me go!
Lucky for you.
Ow!
What was that for?
I ain't your lunch.
The dentics tasted better. (spitting)
You tasted worse. (spitting)
Okay, here's the plan.
You're going to go back to the transport pod and stay there.
What about Vija?
What about keedva?
Oh, good plan.
Now put our asses down.
Aeryn: Zhaan?
Why won't you answer me?
Pilot, why can't you locate her?
Pilot: The spores have clouded Moya's senses too much.
I can't even track where you are.
I'm on tier seven, and there's no sign of Zhaan.
Officer Sun, Moya's worsening.
If we don't find Zhaan soon
we may have to flush the atmosphere anyway.
Understood.
(cart wheels creaking)
(grunts)
Some water?
Thanks.
Couldn't have done this without you.
Both our purposes are served:
we save Zhaan, and you get out of here.
I'm not going to miss the stench
but I'll miss the thrill of it.
D'Argo: Thrill?
Always living constantly on your guard--
alive and fighting.
You sound like Chiana.
Ah, that girl, she's a wild one.
(grunting): But she's got a heart of good.
Her loyalties are certainly flexible, that's for sure.
She'll do whatever it takes to get meat for your friend.
That's what worries me.
Nah. We always came out on top, the two of us.
We had our fun even when she and Temmon were together.
Ah, that fella, he was good for her
and her brother.
And yet, she repays his kindness by stealing from him.
That's why it's very difficult to trust her.
D'Argo...
Are you and Chiana together?
No.
No, or not yet?
That's up to her.
Pilot: Aeryn, any further deterioration
and Moya will lose all ability to navigate.
Then we can't wait any longer.
But unless Zhaan's secured herself in a transport pod
decompression will kill her.
Is there no other way to save Moya?
No...
Then seal off Command and do it.
Decompression in five microts.
Oh, Zhaan... forgive us.
Officer Sun.
Spore levels have dropped.
Thank you, Pilot.
Beginning repressurization now.
It'll take over an arn.
Altana: D'Argo!
(yells)
(roaring)
(screaming)
(high-pitched whine)
(roaring)
Chiana: Crichton!
Crichton: D'Argo make it back?
Well, didn't you find him?
No, I found Rygel and one very big, ugly critter.
They should be back by now with the crystals.
It's been a hell of a day.
If we don't get some meat before the end of it
I'm going to cut my own damn arm off and feed it to Zhaan.
(alarm blaring)
Creature alarm.
Altana.
What happened?
The mines were closed,
but some of you decided to ignore that.
Where's D'Argo and Altana?
I found your friends
but got there too late.
What the hell do you mean, "too late"?
I heard the keedva
and drove it off.
D'Argo: John... John...
D'Argo!
(D'Argo gags and coughs)
Whoa, whoa, whoa, easy.
I... I tried to get it...
But I couldn't...
I couldn't protect her.
(coughing)
Altana.
Altana?
D'Argo, what happened?
The creature attacked.
I tried to stop it, but...
How bad you hurt?
Nothing broken.
Blood's running clear.
I'll survive.
Your friend's lucky to be alive.
How could this happen?
First Temmon, now Altana.
You know what, boudreau?
For someone who's supposed to be such a great critter hunter
you ain't doing that good of a job.
I closed the mines for a reason.
Now stay out and let me do what I have to do.
Crichton: All right, Pip...
What's the plan now?
He killed Altana.
He's going to go steal her crystals.
I'm not going to let him.
You stay here with D'Argo.
Boudreau is mine.
(sneezing)
(coughing)
How much longer, Pilot?
Repressurization will be complete in 900 microts.
(sneezing)
Zhaan...
You don't understand.
Tried to kill me.
Suffocate me.
Poison salve.
Burn me with light.
Look, I've only been trying to help you.
No, always hated me.
Came to Delvia.
Imprisoned me.
Zhaan, they were Peacekeepers.
I'm no longer a Peacekeeper.
Always a Peacekeeper.
Barbaric savage!
Afraid to come near me.
Afraid of contamination.
It's not true.
Plotting with Pilot against me.
Plotting my death.
Nobody wanted you dead.
We did whatever we could to help you
but we ran out of options.
Your spores are harming Moya.
Would never harm Moya.
Zhaan... look at me.
I can barely talk, I can barely breathe properly.
Your spores are doing that and it's far worse for Moya.
Moya...
No...
Lies to confuse me.
No, I'm trying to get through to you
and for the sake of your goddess, think.
Think... can't think. Hazy...
Hello?
Cut through the haze, Zhaan.
Think.
You're a Delvian Tenth Level Pa'u.
You trained your mind to control your thoughts.
Do it now.
(weak gasp)
Can't...
Help me.
All right.
I will.
(sniffing)
-Pilot. -Yes?
Get the transport pod primed.
(sniffing)
(door clangs open)
(sniffs)
(purrs)
Nice stash you got here.
And you came down to steal some of it.
No, fella, you have to earn it.
Like Altana was doing before the critter got her.
(distant roaring)
Speak of the devil.
What do you say we take this conversation someplace else?
No.
(shrill whistle)
Well, I've heard that somewhere before.
(growling)
Not yet.
And I've seen this guy somewhere before.
Friend of yours?
It's a primitive animal but intelligent in its own way.
Over the years,
we have developed a mutually beneficial relationship.
Well, I'm really not interested in your personal life.
I should warn you I don't taste too good.
He won't eat you.
He prefers what I give him.
That's how I trained him-- to have his way.
(growling)
Chiana: Crichton!
B'Sogg: I'll let you two get to know each other.
Easy, fella.
Just...
You're just a big ol' dog, right?
Yeah.
Look what I got.
This is for you.
Oh, yeah, this is good, huh?
You want this, yeah.
Hey, yah!
There you go, have a look.
No, no, it's that way.
That way, that way, there you go.
Good boy, good boy.
No more Captain Kirk chit-chat.
(howling)
Whoa!
(roaring)
(growling)
(roaring)
(snarling)
(shrieking)
Okay...
One... two...
Come on.
(howling)
(gasps and gurgles)
B'Sogg.
Turn around.
Drop it.
Drop it!
Kick it away!
Where's Crichton?
I have no idea.
Don't frell with me.
Believe me.
Oh, believe you.
Well, that's a joke.
Get 'em up!
Chiana...
You're a thief and a trelk
but you're not a killer.
I'm evolving as a...
as an individual.
I know you.
You won't shoot me in cold blood.
You can't do it.
You're right.
I can't.
(shouting)
(screaming)
(sizzling)
(howling)
You bitch!
What did you do?
(wailing)
Don't leave me here to suffer!
(loud smacking)
-Mmm? -What?
-Mmm. -That was your fourth plate.
More.
Mmm-mmm.
-D'Argo? -Thank you.
Another helping?
Uh... no.
Mmm, that's wonderful.
Yeah.
Carolina-style keedva.
Best barbecue this side of a Budong.
-Thank you, John, for everything. -A pleasure.
Y'all dig in now.
Pilot is very relieved that you're recovering.
Well, as much as I suffered your experience was...
was also painful. I only made it more difficult for you.
You weren't yourself, Zhaan.
No, I was the mindless savage I accused you of being.
But, uh, it wasn't very pleasant
reverting back to such a primitive...
vicious state.
I'm sorry for what I said.
Here.
Eat.
Don't talk.
You must be happy to be out of there.
You can't understand, D'Argo.
Understand what?
Loss?
I understand that.
It's not a big thing.
Chiana...
You don't have to put on an act for me.
D'Argo, I do what I do to survive.
Can't you just let it go?
I can only let go when I feel safe.
You are safe.
Am I?
Whoa.