This pod is falling apart.
It's all I can do to keep her afloat. Chiana?
It's not my fault, Crichton.
I looked away for a microt and Jool grabbed the controls.
I didn't say it was your fault. Give me status.
It's not holding!
Oh, you're getting mank everywhere.
Shut the frell! This is your fault!
Jool: Look, there's Moya. Let's just... -Pilot, Aeryn, come in.
Pilot?
That's not Moya.
D'Argo: That's a Leviathan with a control collar.
That means Peacekeepers.
O-2 level's falling.
Chiana: Telemetry. Comms. Neuro-status. We got nothing.
(explosion)
All right, we're heading for that ship. That's it. -John, that is not an option!
We don't have any options, unless you want to die out here in the middle of nowhere.
It's better than being captured, tortured and killed by the Peacekeepers.
Do you hear that noise? That's our air!
D'Argo: We have no comms. We have no idea who
or what is on that ship.
You are leading us to our death.
(clanging, hissing)
All right, that's it. Everybody out!
Out!
(grunts)
Chiana: What happened here?
(distant howling)
That smell.
If there were Peacekeepers, they'd be here by now.
Well, this section's airlocked, so someone wants us here.
(sniffs)
(creature shrieking)
D'Argo!
(screams)
Crichton: What the hell's going on out here?
D'Argo: I told you we shouldn't have come here.
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.
It's gone.
Burnt, battered, busted.
Ding dong, the Pod is dead.
It can't be dead, Crichton. You have to fix it and you have to get us out of here.
Ain't gonna happen. Not unless we can replace that stuff.
D'Argo: We need threekay wire and narium coils.
All right, we find it, we might stand a chance
and that means a scavenger hunt in that direction.
Jool: Look, can't we just borrow one of their Transport Pods?
Chiana: There aren't any. I already looked.
No Transport Pods.
Not a single piece of escape craft.
It's like everybody who could leave, has left.
This place is bad voojo.
Crichton: It's a Leviathan like Moya.
So spare parts, this way.
I'm getting back in the Transport Pod and I'm staying there.
Thank frek.
No, you stay with her, Chiana.
No way.
Pip, Transport's all we got.
Oh. I'm warning you, I'm going to end up killing that redheaded tralk.
Whatever. Go on.
Spare parts.
That way. Let's find 'em.
Frell.
Trashed.
Mmm.
And there's no threekay wire and definitely no narium coils.
Anybody home?
Anybody out there?
(pounding, grunting)
Do you wanna give me a hand here? It's jammed.
Or maybe there's a Pilot keeping it shut.
(rumbling)
Or a host of Peacekeepers
or thousands of feral hippie boy's friends and relatives.
It's a bit late to worry about that.
Let's just get what we need for the Transport Pod
and get the frell out of here.
D'Argo!
Chiana!
Chiana?
The comms are down.
Chiana!
Could be the control collar.
All right, we know the layout, right?
Okay, narium coils, threekay wire, got to be on Tiers Three and Four.
Either that, or we head straight for Pilot.
Crichton...
What you got, bigum?
Bones.
Sebacean bones, maybe.
All right.
D'Argo: This way.
Abbott and Costello in The House of Horror.
You know, we should talk to the Pilot.
He could tell us where to find all the stuff we need.
Ah, Crichton.
In here.
Whoa! Oh, man, that smells worse than Rygel.
Well, almost. Get in.
Crichton: Yep, threekay wire. Good call. How'd you know?
It's a wild guess.
This duct leads to the klestron filters.
We'll have to scrape out what we can.
(sloshing)
Ho! Oh, man, that's pus!
The ship is oozing pus, man.
Yeah, this whole ship is diseased.
Oh, geez. No DRDs. What's that about?
It's like she got hit by some kind of biochemical weapon.
Narium coils, tier seven.
Uh-uh. We got to find the Pilot.
Crichton, we get what we need and we get out.
What we need is the guy who controls the Maintenance Bay doors,
the hangars, the whole damn ship in fact.
This was meant to be a hit-and-run mission so we get the parts that we need.
And what if we’re dying?
What if we've been exposed to some radiation or some virus
that's gonna mutate us into the Night of the Living Dead?
Then the sooner we get out of here, the better.
If you want to go all the way to Pilot... -Hey, you know what...
then you're tinked! -we don't know what we're dealing with, here.
This is a Peacekeeper prison ship.
That's all you need to know.
I'm going to go find the Pilot. You get the junk.
What was that?
Uh...
(sighs)
External gyro-sensor.
You broke it.
I did not! It just fell.
I don't believe this.
What? Where are you going?
Join the treasure hunt.
Well, Crichton said to stay here.
Yeah, well he didn't know about this.
Well, you can't leave me.
The comms are down.
There's a... there's a pulse rifle on the Transport Pod.
How do I open this door?
You know, we don't have weapons on our planet.
We don't have violence. We don't have war...
(grunts)
What the frell?
Oh frelling hezmana!
See?
Violence.
You'll get the hang of it.
(whimpers)
(distant moaning)
Good luck with the pulse rifle.
I hope you're a fast learner.
(whimpering)
(door thumps shut)
(distant clamoring)
(feral grunts and squeals)
Crichton: What the hell?
(terrified groaning)
(groaning continues)
Holy mother of God.
(panicked screaming) -Easy.
(screaming continues)
I'm not going to hurt you.
(groans subside)
My name is Crichton.
I live on a Leviathan. We have a pilot. He's...
kinda like you.
What happened to you?
Please...
kill me.
Come on...
Come out and play.
(screeching)
(feral groaning)
Don't mind me, just...
just talk amongst yourselves.
(grunting)
(screams)
Especially you.
(growling)
Stay back.
Stay back!
What about your comms? Atmosphere? The doors?
Can you control any of that?
My neural pods slashed. Please kill me.
Look, your arms are going to regenerate.
Growgan. Cut urr!
Grogan? Who the hell is Grogan?
Growgan... Growgan cut!
Growgan cut!
(groaning)
They cut your arms?
And when they grow back, they hack 'em off again?
Why the hell would they do that?
Because, because...
because they're eating me!
(Chiana screaming)
Stay back...
Stay back!
I don't want to hurt you.
Frell!
(screaming in pain)
D'Argo! Crichton!
Frell.
You want lunch?
How about her?
Chiana (echoing): D'Argo!
(echoing): Crichton!
Chiana!
(distant rifle fire)
Chiana!
(firing continues)
(yelling)
(war whooping)
Chiana!
Who are you?
Where's Chiana? The Nebari?
Stay back!
Stay back or I swear I will kill you.
I don't think that's very polite.
(humming cheerfully)
No!
Crichton!
(screeching)
(drill whirring)
Ah...
No!
(screaming continues)
(screaming stops)
Pilot, what's going on?
Starburst without any warning? For yotz sake!
But we've left Crichton and the others stranded.
Votched up all my second lunch.
(coughing)
Aeryn: It better be something good, Pilot.
Pilot: Moya was responding to a distress call.
Perhaps you can see for yourself.
(groaning)
Talyn.
Crais, come in. This is Aeryn.
Crais?
Pilot, there's no answer from Crais.
Nor is Moya getting any answer from Talyn.
(instrument beeping)
What happened to you?
Aeryn, what can you see?
He's been hit hard.
Pilot, any other ships in the area?
Not that I can tell.
Crais?
Crais.
(grunting)
Chiana: We have... we have to give him the death rites.
Yeah. -We have to give him...
I'm sure there's a bunch of Oricans around here.
Damn it! We should've stuck together.
I wanted us to stick together but he...
we... both of us, were too damned stubborn. -No, no, no, it's not your fault.
Chiana, D'Argo is dead.
Jool's God knows where, and we have been here before.
No, we haven't...
(eating sounds)
They're eating the ship.
Crichton: This is a Leviathan.
It's like Moya.
It's alive.
(screams)
We have to get out of here. We have to... we have to get out of here.
Yes, we do.
(groaning)
(distant groaning)
Okay, okay. I can do this.
I can, I can do anything.
That's what my father told me.
That's what my mother told me.
And I've never doubted them before...
(groaning) (shrieks)
(whimpering): Maybe once or twice.
But I shouldn't doubt them.
I should believe in them.
And I should... believe in myself!
(groaning) (screaming)
Oh, I don't think this is right. I shouldn't be here.
I'm a civilized being.
There's got to be someone here who recognizes that.
I just need to find them.
Hello?
(rumbling)
(howling)
(groaning)
Pilot?
He's disarmed.
Yeah.
All right, Pilot. Nariam coils, where are they?
(Pilot gasping) Yeah, yeah, yeah, I get it.
I... I, you know, I get it. I come forward, you scream.
I move back et cetera, et cetera, et cetera.
Pilot, I'm over. You're gonna help me.
You're gonna give me something and you're going to give it to me now!
(speaking alien language)
Talk to me. Slowly.
This... ship...
Rovhu... was... was...
(growls)
(speaking alien language)
Slowly.
Detention ship... prison ship.
Ship for...
for the... krishool.
What the hell is that?
The criminally insane.
We fix the Transport Pod, we get outta here.
We got threekay wire. It's a start at least.
He controls the whole ship, Chiana!
He's got the Maintenance Bay, he's got the doors,
he's got the windows, he's got the smoke on the water.
I don't know what you're talking about.
The guy! Whatever, whoever.
The one that killed D'Argo. Doctor Spike.
Kaarvok. Kaarvok. Spike.
Kaarvok. That's his name?
Bring Kaarvok. Ah, bring him back.
(groaning)
What's a PK prison convoy doing way out here in the Uncharted Territories?
Peacekeeper convoy...
Ambushed convoy.
Scarrans ambushed.
We drifting.
Ah, not to Starburst... not to go.
Nowhere to go...
No one helps.
We... starve.
What's the big fuss?
Why the red carpet treatment?
His power...
And the others. The other prisoners.
What's their deal?
There were no other prisoners.
Chiana?
Chiana.
They'll never get to him now.
Never, ever.
(instrument beeping)
They had a whole prison ship for one prisoner?
What about all this other vermin we're seeing?
The hungry, hungry hippies?
Peacekeepers.
Peacekeepers?
They were Peacekeepers, all of them.
(wind sucking)
Whoa!
(screaming): Pilot!
Pilot: He's venting the chamber!
I wish you wouldn't talk about me behind my back.
(shrieks)
(whimpering)
No... No!
No! No!
Help!
No!
(grunting)
(screaming)
(both screaming)
Frell!
Frell.
(screaming)
Help me.
Help me!
Rygel (laughing): No, you are not taking him back to Moya.
He is still alive, Rygel.
We can fix that.
What are you... Give me the transponder.
The ship is shutting down. Give it back.
Rygel.
Now!
Oh, that's what we're hoping for.
Look, if you want to have it out with Moya, you can go right ahead.
Listen, you bartantic bitch.
Talyn's supposedly the meanest, deadliest, all-time yave-of-the-yuvo fighter ship.
But somebody, something, beat the yotz out of him.
And when they come back to finish him off,
we'll be here with him,
unarmed.
And if we can keep him alive, we might find out what happened.
Oh, in another arn or two it won't matter.
Let's go. While we still can.
Chiana!
(faint squeaking)
Chiana!
Let her go!
(yelling)
Chiana!
(yelling)
Okay, okay.
(whimpering)
Come... come....
Okay, okay.
Two Chianas.
(moans)
Two...
She... she... and I'm me.
Yeah.
I'm me.
Mm-mm.
She... she... she was just a clone.
A clone, so I'm...
I'm the real me.
D'Argo's dead.
Chiana's dead.
Oh, yeah.
Oh yeah, I can feel it.
That sick Hammer Horror son of a bitch,
he's going to be sucking my brains through a sippy straw,
and it ain't making me feel comfortable!
Now see I head for the Transport Pod and he runs me down like a sick lizard
or... we take back control.
No. -We patch your ass back in.
No. -We vent the chambers
You can't. -and suck his ass out into space.
No, no, no. -Pilot, Pilot, Pilot.
You listen to me. We can do this.
We find Jool, we take back control.
You and me, buddy. Good things are gonna happen.
Good things.
(roars)
Are you comfortable in there?
(roars)
Oh, do settle. You're being very angry.
What have you done to me?
D'Argo, I saved you from the Xarai.
You know, they're completely uncivilized.
What have you done with Chiana?
Chiana?
The Nebari!
The gray girl.
Yes.
Very, very, very, very nice.
(growls)
Really, very nice.
Were you close?
What have you done with her?
I haven't done anything.
Last I heard she was having her best bits eaten by the Xarai.
(growls)
As I said, they're uncivilized.
It's you I'm more concerned about.
What have you done with me?
I saw...
Yes? You saw?
What did you see?
Another D'Argo?
You cloned me.
Not the word clone, please.
I doubled you.
I... twinned you.
Two D'Argos, equal and original.
And tasty.
I've never twinned a Luxan before.
Why me?
We're going to make babies.
Chiana in two.
(gasps)
Two... two of me?
Two. Forked!
He copies you.
That's what he does.
(giggles)
Two Chianas.
(giggles)
Think. Think.
Kaarvok must've found a way to patch himself into Rovhu.
Forced Control System.
Installed security of the Peacekeepers.
Yeah, but she's still alive.
Not conscious life.
Tertiary life support.
(screaming)
You feel that?
Its... uh...
Crichton. Can't work the console.
I'm coming up.
(growls)
I can double you again.
And again and again.
Look at the Peacekeepers.
What Peacekeepers?
All over the ship.
The Xarai, I call them.
Private joke.
I once had a tame vangern called Xarai.
As you can see, once you've been twinned 30 or 40 times,
you're not much good for conversation.
Not that you're especially witty right now.
Hold still!
(frightened whimpers)
D'Argo: I can help you get off this ship.
Why should I want to do that?
Because this ship is dying.
It's rotting to pieces all around you.
This is my home.
All I need is more... what, food?
Family?
Is there a difference?
D'Argo, you know how painful it is.
I'm willing to spare you the pain of a whole half cycle,
as long as you breed for me.
Breed?
With what?
D'Argo, meet Belima.
(growling)
I'm sorry, I...
I think I twinned her a little too often.
(power surging)
Rovhu has no power enough. Takes time to charge.
Still nothing.
No, can't even... lights... no use.
Pilot, don't give up here.
You're all I've got, you understand that?
I need you, big boy, and you need me.
Come on.
Central pluxus cable.
Central... pluxus cable.
Pilot (screaming): Crichton!
No!
Aeryn: Quite simple, Rygel. I'm taking the Pod and collecting the others.
Take plenty of food with you.
There'll be nothing here when you return.
I'll be back within the arn.
You're leaving us chained to Talyn?
Crawling along at hetch three.
Towing him is the only way.
Boll-yotz.
We should be Starbursting.
We can't Starburst. You know we can't.
We can.
If you try anything when I am gone,
whatever you have in the place of mivonks and wherever they are,
they will be gone when I get back.
We give her 300 microts.
Then we cut ourselves free from Talyn and we Starburst.
Talyn will recover.
Crais may not.
I suspect that now is not the right moment to abscond.
(growls)
(faint roaring)
(gasps)
(feral squeals)
(shivering)
(continuous feral grunts and squeals)
Come on, dammit, John.
Remember the sequence. You know the sequence.
Remember the damn sequence. You know what you're doing here. Come on.
(engine revving)
Hey, Kaarvok! It's just you and me now!
What do you say we meet for some coffee or something?
I'm sure we've got lots of stuff we could talk about.
We'll cook you up something special, K-man.
It's gonna take a little while.
We're gonna hit you with some Starburst Supreme!
(faint groaning)
(feral squeals)
D'Argo!
Ah...
Um...
Help me.
Oh. Oh. Um...
Chiana: Are you sure I'm... not interrupting something?
Chiana, just hurry up.
Ohh!
Okay.
Because you know, I... I could just leave you there if... if you want.
It's... it's no trouble.
No, no, no, hurry, hurry, hurry, hurry.
Oh...
Narium coils.
(squealing)
I'm coming.
Okay.
(sighs)
Thank you.
D'Argo: Uh-uh-uh-uh.
Chains.
That's where I was aiming.
(chattering)
D'Argo: Where's Crichton?
I dunno. We got separated. Maintenance Bay's this way.
Where did you get separated?
D'Argo, we got the stuff we need, okay?
We got threekay, we-we-we got narium...
Pilot's Den. Come on, this way.
No, I'll go search for him. You go back.
No way. I'm not gonna split up.
Chiana, go and get the Transport Pod ready.
Give me a quarter of an arn and I'll meet you there.
Crichton: Kaarvy!
What's that I hear? Is that...
Starburst?
We can't Starburst.
We're in a control collar.
Oh, yes, we can Starburst.
Just means this whole ship is toast.
Schmick light show, baby.
You want to try that again? Bring it on.
(shivering)
Okay.
This is the best way.
'Cause it's going to be quick.
And it's gonna hurt a lot less than being eaten.
(rifle firing)
(screaming)
Still haven't learned how to use it.
I nearly shot myself with a pulse rifle!
What the frell?
This ship won't Starburst. It's not strong enough.
Crichton: Maybe she just needs to recharge.
I don't think so, brain sucker.
I can arrange my own death.
Hurry up, Chiana.
I'm going as fast as I can.
Hurry!
John!
What the hell are you still doing here, Kaarvey?
Others will come.
More and more of you will come.
To me, my family,
my farmland...
my... my perfect...
perfect dish.
Crichton!!
D'Argo.
Crichton: Hey, kids!
It's dinnertime.
And it's finger lickin' good!
John! John, can you hear me?
John!
D'Argo!
Are you okay?
Yeah, we'll talk about it later. Come on!
Jool, you're alive!
Well hurry up! Chiana, let's go!
Chiana!
Crichton: Hold the door!
Jool, you're alive!
Come on.
Come on, you piece of junk.
It was over in a flash. No more than a tenth of a microt.
But I saw it. I saw... myself.
Another me.
Do you remember the actual moment?
No, I don't remember anything except...
it was a corpse.
It was just a copy. A fake.
I keep telling myself that, but then this Crichton,
and Kaarvok, he said he'd created two equal and original.
Boll-yotz! Kaarvok was full of it.
Then how do you know that I am not the copy?
Maybe the real D'Argo is dead.
Because you just know!
You know.
Frell.
Aeryn: How is...
he?
Still tied.
Kaarvok: I doubled you.
I twinned you.
Equal and original.