Previously on Farscape.
I am in control of me!
No more, John.
There's no Scorpius here.
You burn Moya?
To save her. -No!
Crais and Talyn have located some kind of surgeon.
If it wasn't serious, they wouldn't have called us.
Hello, Delvian.
(yells)
John Crichton to Scorpius.
Request immediate extraction.
Given no other choices, I will shoot you down.
Ejecting now!
(yelling)
Aeryn, can you comply? -Negative.
Aeryn, listen to me. This is John. It's John.
Yeah, is it really you, John? -Yes.
The harness is jammed!
Aeryn!
(screaming): No!
Oh, God...
What have I done?
At peace, Aeryn.
Remove chip.
Take the damn thing out.
(whirring)
Down there!
Hello, Doctor.
So good to see you again.
You no longer serve a purpose.
(blowing) (groans)
(speaking gibberish) -I only hope...
the wormhole technology I've waited so patiently for makes more sense.
(speaking gibberish)
Goodbye.
(screaming)
And now on Farscape...
Is there still no communication from the planet?
Nothing. The Diagnosian said we would be notified
as soon as there was something to report.
Pilot, any news?
I would have told you if there were.
We should be down there at Crichton's side.
John did not want us there. We must respect that.
The microt you hear anything, Pilot. -Yes, Zhaan.
Crais: Pilot, I remind you that we shouldn't stay any longer than necessary.
If the neural clone's messages got through to Scorpius,
his Command Carrier must be on its way.
We know that, Crais.
Chiana: Pilot, have you heard anything?
No! When I know something, you'll know it.
Until then, leave me alone!
Is he always like that?
Aeryn's death hit him pretty hard.
Hit everybody hard.
Now why were you hiding, Grunchlk?
Why do you and your goons come storming in here with your guns drawn?
Oh, just a precaution.
Precaution? Well, so was that.
So go on, son. Put your precautions away and pay me what we agreed.
Listen, I informed you the microt that Crichton got here,
so you keep up your end of the deal, all right?
Listen, son, you don't want to frell with me on this one!
Grunchlk.
If I was in your situation, I'd be attempting to present evidence
that I still served a purpose.
Does he?
Now that my neuro chip has absorbed the information I need from John's mind,
we're finished here.
Poor Crichton.
He's going to be so lonely.
Never mind.
(screaming gibberish)
Scorpius: John.
It's me, John.
I'm still here.
What? No.
No, no, no, no.
You're gone. The chip's gone.
Get out of my head.
I'd like to.
I don't wish to remain here. Therefore, you must die.
My name is John Crichton... I'm lost... an astronaut.
I got shot through a wormhole... In some distant part of the universe...
I'm trying to stay alive...
Aboard this ship... This living ship...
Of escaped prisoners. My friends.
If you can hear me... Beware.
If I make it back... Will they follow?
If I open the door... Are you ready?
Earth is unprepared... Helpless, for the nightmares I've seen.
Or should I stay... Protect my home...
Not show them... You exist...
But then you will never know the wonders I've seen.
Serve a purpose? Of course, I serve a purpose.
Any purpose you like, sir.
Got a purpose?
No? Well I'll come up with one.
Look, there... there's a purpose in itself.
Sir.
Officer Kobrin, I ordered you to remain with the Marauder.
Yes, sir. However we've received an encoded message pulse from the Command Carrier.
Oh, report.
Battle ended successfully.
Ahh.
However, the unexpected duration of the engagement
will delay our rendezvous 5.3 arns.
Five arns...
Crichton's shipmates won't stay away that long.
We can eliminate them.
They don't worry me.
A Leviathan gunship commanded by a vengeful traitor does.
Sir, I flew us here undetected.
Because Crais and Talyn were preoccupied
with Officer Sun's last flight.
If we were to leave now, how long could you keep us undetected?
We'd be a thousand metras away before the gunship detected us.
Not good enough.
The Carrier's still so far off.
Talyn would easily overtake us.
(sighs) We'll wait.
Ah, ah, if...
If you're thinking of staying, sir,
I've got a splendid room. All the comforts.
Very private.
Show us.
Splendid.
(yelling gibberish)
Death is the only sensible course, John.
For everything there is a season. A time to be born...
Both: and a time to die.
Yes, yes, yes. The devil quotes scripture.
I thought you were put in here to protect me.
Until my task here was completed.
Now that Scorpius has recovered the neuro chip...
You should be gone!
How come you're not?
I don't know, but this...
this is intolerable for both of us.
End it, John! Free us from one another!
Scorpius has beaten you.
Aeryn Sun is dead.
Your power of speech is gone.
The only one you'll ever talk to again is me!
Is that how you want to live?!
End it, John. Do it.
Grunchlk, where are you?
You told me that ship would be here by now.
Grunchlk!
(muffled shouts)
(shouting)
Oh, Crichton.
(speaking gibberish)
You're even more inarticulate than you...
(gasps)
Oh.
Tocot?
Zhaan: We'll come down at once, Rygel.
D'Argo. Hey. We got a meal ready.
There's a problem. Zhaan, Stark and I are going down to the planet.
We'll go with you. -No, I need you to stay here with Moya.
Scorpius's Command Carrier could arrive at any microt.
If it does, I want you to Starburst away immediately.
But Pilot can look after... -Just run away and hide...
Do what I tell you!
(growls)
Frell!
I'm frelling sick of this!
And when the services finished,
everyone except Crichton went back up to their ship,
and the doc, he started the surgery.
And your last communication with any of them was when?
Uh... nine or ten arns.
Sir, the Marauder's sensors have detected a Transport Pod
leaving Moya on a vector towards us.
They didn't speak to you first?
They must be getting apprehensive.
Oh, when they get here, let me speak to 'em.
I'll, uh, I'll stall 'em, send 'em away,
whatever you want.
I'll... I'll say you anything you like.
How prescient of you.
(screaming)
(groans)
(gasping)
Yours is an interesting species, Grunchlk.
Simple mind.
Simple brain.
(gasping)
(groaning)
Easily dominated.
And easily controlled.
(puffing air)
About time!
Keep trying, Rygel.
You try.
I've done everything you told me.
Turned on the bioneutralizer.
John. -Turned off the see-through skull machine.
Enough is enough! -John
It's just not working!
(coughing)
He's breathing!
Scor... Scorpius.
(coughing)
The Command Carrier couldn't have arrived without our knowing.
Scorpius must have come in a Prowler or a Marauder
on a stealth trajectory.
Could he still be here?
Possibly.
If so, reinforcements may follow.
Talyn and I will adjust our orbit for maximum scan.
Splendid room. All the comforts. Very private.
Splendid room.
All the comf...
(gagging): Very priv...
(coughs)
I'll say... I'll say anything...
I'll say anything you like.
Well...
with a little diversion.
Braca.
Let me see your pulse pistol.
Splendid.
Hoo!
(grunting) (inhaling)
(exhales sharply)
Help!
Scorpius... shot me.
Took the chip.
When?
Couple arns ago.
Gone now.
Are you sure he's gone?
Long gone.
Grunchlk, you...
you used these poor beings as donors.
The doc couldn't operate else.
Crichton didn't want the operation if it would harm a donor.
But nobody was harmed. The doc was only borrowing some cerebral fluid to top up Crichton's.
They could spare it.
How can they be harmed if they're already dead?
Yeah. -They aren't dead.
Well, I mean, they're effectively dead 'cause they can't be restored and live.
They're trapped between two realms. Lost.
Stark!
John needs our help now.
Tocot, what can we do now?
(speaking alien language)
Well, Doc says he could try and restore his speech
with a neural tissue transplant, but that would use up a donor.
You mean, kill.
However you want.
Crichton definitely would not want that.
Look, it might not even work anyway.
The doc says this is so scrambled
he might not be able to fix no matter what.
If that's the case...
we need to know.
You want me to share Unity with him?
No, I can't.
The last time I wasn't strong enough to overcome Scorpius's evil.
The evil is gone now.
The chip may have been removed, but the evil may still remain.
If that is true, we still need to know.
You're not alone now, Zhaan.
(gasps)
Scorpius: Delvian...
(gasps)
Listen to Crichton.
Hear his pain.
What should we do? Should we help her break out of it?
I... I don't know. -Zhaan!
Crichton: Go away.
Go away, Zhaan.
There's no point.
Come out of it! Break Unity!
(gasps)
(panting)
Goddess be with him.
The Scorpius clone is still in his head.
What?
How is that possible?
It didn't work! Why didn't it work?
What did you do wrong?
They are never gonna do what's necessary.
You know what has to be done.
We're going to help you, John.
Give me some wornak injectant.
We're going to get that frelling madman out of your mind.
I can't see any.
But how about nahbert serum? It's just as fast and painless.
Tocot: (speaking alien language)
Zhaan, what are you doing?! -Zhaan!
Zhaan, no!
Let me go!
Hold her, Stark.
Crichton wants to die! -Hold her!
(yelling gibberish) No! Zhaan stop this!
He wants to die!
Be calm! Be calm!
John is in agony. He begged me to kill him.
We have already lost Aeryn.
We will not lose another.
Why is Scorpius still in Crichton's mind?
(speaking alien language)
Well, the doc figures it's like a neural bleed.
The, ah, clone's personality's has been in there so long
that his consciousness has, like, merged with Crichton's.
H-h-how interesting.
Just remove it.
(speaking alien language)
Well, it's... it's not that easy.
You can’t just cut it out with a scalpel, sir.
There's only one merciful thing to do.
Yeah. I would have to agree.
All right, you two. Out!
Eh?!
Get out! And do not come back into this chamber.
Right.
Come on, girl.
What shall we do?
Whatever we can.
You.
Restore his speech.
Doctor: But Crichton insisted...
no harm to donor...
You're the one harming the donors!
Their souls are crying out, screaming out in pain!
No pain.
I can hear them!
Effectively dead.
That isn't death at all.
This...
(screams)
(yelling gibberish)
And that...
that was mercy.
His agony was far greater than yours.
Now, my friend. Can you help John?
Can try.
Well, go ahead.
(speaking gibberish)
And as for you...
do not...
make me tongue you.
You look pretty rounched.
I need air. I will go outside and meditate.
Yeah, now, the weather's cold. Getting worse.
Cold does not bother me.
Crais: Pa'u Zhaan, anything to report?
Not yet, Crais.
Still in orbit? Go chase that bastard Scorpius.
Their trail is cold.
Talyn and I have found nothing to suggest a vector.
So? What are you doing here, then?
We await the delivery of the remains of Officer Sun.
For the burial in space she would have wanted.
Fine. I'll load her coffin onto your Transport Pod
and, uh, Zhaan can bring her up to ya.
I cannot face such a task right now.
Help me out, eh? I'm trying to get rid of that yarbo and his gunship from my planet.
I don't trust 'em.
When we all leave, we will take Aeryn Sun with us.
Huh. If you all leave.
I thought you weren't hungry.
I was until I started eating.
You want some? -No.
Come on. It will put color in your cheek.
No.
Come on. We'll die of boredom but we'll be well fed.
(snarls) (giggles) What did you do that for?
I don't know.
Think.
Well, maybe I don't like being taken care of.
Maybe I don't like being bitten.
Yeah, well, then keep your hands out of my face.
Keep your hands out of my food.
Hey, I helped make that!
Too bad!
Still bored?
Stop it!
(giggles)
You better...
(panting): You better let go.
Otherwise, I...
I'm going to have to bite something else.
You'll lose an arm.
You'll lose worse than an arm.
You wouldn't do that...
Don't tell me what I...
what I would or wouldn't do...
I do as I please.
Okay.
Do whatever you want.
(electronic beeping)
Done.
Damage repaired.
Speech should return.
Should?
Will know soon.
Hey where are you going?
Must excrete.
D... D...
D'Argo.
Aeryn's gone.
I want to die.
Aeryn died so that you could live, John.
She would want you to keep fighting.
Crichton: Lost.
Still hear Scorpy...
Listen to me.
The chip's out.
Its tendrils are dead.
The Scorpy in your head is merely a remnant,
a... an... impudent wraith buzzing in your ear.
You are stronger than he is. Show him.
Hey, Harvey. Let's have a little chat.
I don't wish to chat, John. I wish to leave.
That is why you must die.
Why don't you kill me? You did it before.
Stopped my brain function cold.
What's the matter? You lost your touch?
Circumstances are different now.
Yes, they are.
You got no connections, no backup, no power supply.
No place to hide.
I wanna make some rules now.
Come on. Let me show you what I mean.
Now John, you listen to me.
Not this time, Scorpius.
Brain ain't big enough for the two of us.
Look Crichton, I'm warning you...
I'm sorry, sweetheart.
Come on, Scorpy. Come on, man.
Show me that ugly grin.
I'm warning you, Crichton.
Now, you stop.
Oh, no, no, no, no, I don't think so, remember?
Out with the old, in with the new!
Can I get a hell yeah?!
Crowd: Hell yeah!
It's your time to pray, Scorpy.
Oh, Crichton.
Pray for your soul, Scorpy.
If you have one.
And pray for the soul of Aeryn Sun!
Crichton!
Shut up.
Yeah!
(crowd cheers)
Whoo!
(muttering softly)
(Doctor speaking alien language over radio)
One of the cryogenic pods is starting an autorelease sequence, eh?
Uh, nah. Can't be.
Let me talk to him.
(speaking alien language)
Sorry, Doc. Say again?
(speaking alien language)
Full restoration? You sure?
Nah. Nah, I-it must be a screwed-up sensor.
Ha... no. You get back and tend your patient, doc.
I'll deal with it.
(speaking alien language)
Doc, leave it to me.
(speaking alien language)
Doc, get out of there.
I'll handle it!
Doc? Doc!
(doctor gasps)
(moaning)
A Scarran? Here? Why?
(groans)
Get frelled.
Grunchlk.
You can do one of two things with your mouth.
The first is talk to me.
(gasping)
(crunch)
(screaming)
And that is the second.
All right.
You know the Scarrans are after you.
They found out this is where you had your cooling system installed.
And they sent a spy who offered me currency to keep him hidden
till you came back for a checkup.
And you took his money.
Just his advance.
I was going to keep the dumb frell frozen and hand him over to you.
But you didn't.
When your goons came in locked and loaded,
I kind of doubted your good intentions.
As insurance, I switched on the Scarran's auto release, three arns delay.
If you'd behaved, and paid what we'd agreed,
I'd have switched it off.
I hope he kills you very slowly.
Not likely.
If my father finds out, we're dead. -He won't find out.
What the hezmana happened in here?
Oh, we were...
we were making some...
some sork wings and...
and the pot exploded.
You blew up a cook pot?
We used too much lutra oil.
The grolack's fine, though.
Nice and crispy.
Here.
Sit down and eat.
Ah, I'll give the...
ah, I'll give the sork wings another try.
I'll, uh... consume this in a room without detonating crockery.
Thank you very much.
We'd better clean this up.
I guess so.
Crichton, D'Argo and Stark are in the surgery room.
Now the Scarran is in the cryo-chamber, level four.
Shall I take care of it, sir?
With that?
He'll saute you, son.
He's never taken on a Scarran, has he?
No.
Have you?
(gasping)
I beat him.
He was all mouth, Stark. How'd you know?
I didn't. I just thought it sounded good.
Well, it worked. Harvey's caged.
Come on, let's pay the bill and get the hell out of here.
I will find Zhaan.
Plonek!
Ithrawan Plonek!
I'm alone!
I got a present for you!
(guttural grunt) Ooh!
Grunchlk, where is Scorpius?
He's not here.
Then why did you release me?
Well, I... I... I've... I've got someone almost as good.
John Crichton.
Do you know who that is?
Yes.
Scorpius seems obsessed with him.
We want to know why.
Why don't you ask him?
He's in the surgery room recovering.
No! No! Ohh!
Are you lying? Is this a trap?
No, no, no. No trap.
Where is Scorpius?
Scorpius isn't here.
Scorpius isn't here, I told you.
But I'm sure he's on his way back to the planet
to capture Crichton. -to capture Crichton.
Who is with Crichton?
Just a Luxan and the Banik slave.
(gasping)
I might have use for you later.
(screaming)
That should divert the Scarran away from us.
Officer Kobrin,
we've received vital information
which I must deliver to my Command Carrier.
Sir, the carrier is now much closer.
I am certain we can outrun the gunship long enough to reach it safely.
You have that much faith in your piloting skills?
My last rating was 991, sir.
No active pilot rates higher.
Your skills will be tested,
very soon.
Zhaan: Stark, look at these indicators.
The cryo-system is activated to preserve the body until burial.
But that's not all. The cellular maintenance functions are still operating
keeping her body alive.
Why?
Unless Grunchlk was intending to keep her here as a donor.
I wouldn't put it past him.
No, the Diagnosian pronounced her dead.
He could not save her.
His gifts could not.
I could hear the distant voices of the Interons,
but I cannot hear Aeryn Sun's.
If her soul has not fled entirely it's much too far away to be reached.
Even the attempt would be dangerous.
Yes, you're probably right.
Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers. -Zhaan. Stark!
Why don't they answer?
Zhaan? Stark?
What's the delay?
D'Argo!
Where the hell did that come from?
A Scarran.
We have no weapons so I suggest a tactical retreat.
That looks like an exit.
Door controls.
You didn't bring any weapons?
I only brought down my Qualta Blade.
It's still sealed.
Well, how am I supposed to know about that?
Wait! There's a hatch.
Whoa!
I hate the cold.
Freeze or fry.
Freeze.
Sir, the diversion's working.
The Scarran is moving outside in pursuit of Crichton and D'Argo.
However, two of the others are now blocking our path to the surface.
If they see us and notify Crais.
Two Commandos from the Marauder coming from this approach
could take them out and still maintain a zero-presence profile.
Summon them.
No sign of the Scarran. Do you think he's following?
Better hope he is. -Sounds like you got a plan.
We're going to bring him out here and see how he likes being in the cold.
And what if he likes it?
Look! One plan at a time!
All right.
Forgive me, Stark, but I need your strength.
I knew you would never allow me to risk this.
Do you know who I am?
Do you know who you are?
Officer Aeryn Sun, Special Peacekeeper Commando,
Icarian Company, Pleisar Regiment.
Have you come to reassign me?
I've come to take you back.
Zhaan, what is this?
Unity, Aeryn.
The sharing of minds and souls.
As our thoughts merge, you will understand.
I understand that you shouldn't be here.
Nor should you.
Why are you doing this?
Because I love you.
More importantly, Crichton loves you.
You must take this gift, not for my sake, but for his.
I can't.
I know your thoughts.
And I know what this will cost you.
Stop resisting, Aeryn.
Accept this.
No.
No!
Aeryn!
We'll take Stark with us.
Capture or terminate?
Braca: Keep the Banik alive.
Terminate the Delvian.
(sighs)
You're back. You're back.
Oh, Zhaan.
Success. -Success.
Where are the others?
Surgery.
Report.
The Commandos are dead, Lieutenant.
Even if Crais is now aware of our presence the Scarran won't stay diverted forever.
Officer Kobrin.
We can wait no longer.
Yes, sir.
Here he comes!
I don't think he likes the cold either!
Warm up the hot cocoa, baby. Here we come.
It's jammed! I can't believe this!
You have got to be kidding me!
Unjam it.
What? What are you gonna do?
(roaring)
Frell.
Yes, Talyn.
I see it.
That is a vessel leaving the planet.
No, a Transport Pod would not be attempting a stealth trajectory.
Pursue.
That's my Qualta blade.
Can't be, you left it in the coffin!
Hey! Hey, horse face!
(agonized groan)
D'Argo.
No! You're gone.
It's me, John.
But it can't be you.
This is some kind of a trick.
She died.
Zhaan brought me back.
She did a Unity thing.
Zhaan.
Zhaan?
You're alive.
Scorpius: Crais, cease this pursuit at once.
This pursuit will end in your death, Scorpius.
Aboard this Marauder is information that will help us defeat the Scarrans.
You may have foresworn the Peacekeepers, but before you act,
consider your fellow Sebaceans.
You consider one Sebacean who died at your hands, Officer Aeryn Sun.
Crais: Yes, Talyn, I see it.
Command Carrier.
Scorpius: Crais, you destroy this ship,
and my Command Carrier will destroy you.
Possibly.
Talyn! Are we in agreement?!
Fire!
Pilot...
Scorpius is dead.
His Command Carrier is now in pursuit of Talyn.
We'll draw it away from your position before we Starburst.
Scorpius is dead?
Yes.
Officer Sun is avenged.
Are you certain, Pilot?
Yes. Moya confirms it.
Before Starbursting, Talyn told her that he destroyed Scorpius's Marauder.
Damn shame on two counts.
Too quick, and I wasn't there to see it.
Stark: D'Argo, I'm with Zhaan.
Did you find Tocot?
Yes. He's dead.
And what about Grunchlk?
He's dead, too.
Effectively.
Then we're gonna take these two with us.
D'Argo: The Interons?
Aeryn: Why?
One of them died because of me.
What, and you think they can be saved?
You were.
A signal from the Command Carrier, sir.
Moya and Talyn have both fled.
A Prowler detail is on its way to pick us up.
The Marauder? -Destroyed.
Plainly Officer Kobrin overestimated his piloting skills.
Well, perhaps Talyn is more formidable than we thought.
Sir, Crais must be...
First Command has already taken care of that situation.
Our task is much more important.
We have a new Gammak Research Base ready to go into operation.
Hundreds of techs, all waiting to apply this...
priceless information.
Let's not keep them waiting, Lieutenant.
Taste all right?
That frelling planet got me so chilled I still can't smell anything, but...
it is warming me up.
Rygel: Mine is more than adequate.
All the time you two spent in here was...
ultimately productive.
Two excellent cooks.
I couldn't be luckier.
Rygel: Well, I could.
That frelling Grunchlk.
I paid for services and they were not rendered.
I'm delighted he's dead.
Finished making your rounds?
Mm-hmm.
I shouldn't be here.
This is exactly where you should be.
I love you.
I love you, too.
We will not act on it.
Aeryn?
My Peacekeeper training was right about one thing.
Soldiers and emotional attachments in battle may distort your thinking.
We're not in battle, Aeryn. Scorpius is...
What happens... What happens when Moya comes into contact with more Scarrans?
Or Nebari or Sheyangs or something worse?
I will not be the cause of any more deaths because my judgment was faulty.
I will not permit anyone else to sacrifice their life for mine.
What do you mean, anyone else?
Hello, John.
Aeryn just told me that, uh...
whatever you did to bring her back...
A gift of spiritual energy.
Yes.
And it took everything that you had.
Is there anything we can do to help?
Nothing.
I will not accept that.
I have, John.
I'm dying.