Computer: Auto-retrieval sequence complete.
Shield levels are zero.
T-3. Prepare to open canopy.
Biomass indicators are holding steady at 4-0-9.
The pilot still hasn't responded.
Another failure.
It can't be.
Phase-negative shield deployment will eliminate the tissue liquefaction effect.
Tell that to Officer Jedman.
Linfer: Jedman mustn't have followed instructions.
If he didn't recalibrate his phasing prior to exiting the wormhole...
Don't blame the pilot for your mistakes.
I made no mistakes.
I have correctly interpreted the equations from the neurochip.
Strapa: Yes, but...
those equations are incomplete.
Linfer: Nonsense.
The neurochip is designed to locate
all the wormhole knowledge in John Crichton's brain.
True. However...
I had Coding Section run a cross analysis on the data from the neurochip.
They found a hidden region, strongly encrypted.
Why hasn't it been deciphered yet?
It resists analysis.
It may be meaningless, a mere glitch in the data stream.
Or it could be the one vital element for wormhole travel.
The one element we lacked is the correct phase progression
and I'm convinced we have that now.
Convinced?
Yes.
In fact, I wish to pilot the next test flight myself.
As your project leader, I cannot allow you to take the risk!
Oh, permission granted.
Our time grows short.
We have to take risks.
This has to be the key.
Bring me the neurochip.
Strapa: Sir?
The neurochip. Now.
Scorpius: Braca.
Summon Nurse Froy and report to my quarters.
Braca: Yes, sir.
Socket in place. Ready to install the neurochip.
Is this idea wise?
No.
But necessary.
( whirring)
( exhales)
( inhales)
John?
( chuckles)
( echoing): John?
John, are you here?
Oh. So you are.
Well, this is different.
Scorpy, I must be in Hell.
Tell me, what's the last thing you remember?
Ice planet. Diagnosan.
He was digging around in my brain trying to pull your chip out of my...
Aah, N... He screwed up?
I kicked it on the table? I am in Hell!
No, no, no, no. The Diagnosan was successful, and the neurochip was removed.
And John Crichton is alive and well.
Then what the hell am I doing here?
Well strictly speaking,
you're not John Crichton.
But for my purposes,
you'll do.
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.
Crichton: Scorpy, go away. Go home.
I do not even want to hear it.
I'm sick and tired of having people clomping around inside my head.
This time, it's different.
We're not in your head at all. We're in mine.
Your head? Well, do yourself a favor. Kick the habit before it starts.
I'm going for some air. Do not wait up for me.
( disgusted sigh)
There's nowhere to go.
( sighs)
I'll explain.
I put a chip in Crichton's brain,
to download the wormhole equations the Ancients gave him.
Some neural spillover also took place,
replicating elements of Crichton's personality in the chip.
You'll have to accept it.
You are not John.
All right, Scorp. Then, what am I?
Bootleg? A ghost? Holodeck Crichton?
A wandering soul that ain't got no body?
A duplicate of John's psyche, existing only within the neurochip.
And now,
within my own mind.
Why?
I need your help.
( laughs) Man, I'm a...
I'm a voice inside your head. What do you plan on using for leverage?
Persuasion.
You know so little of me. Let's remedy that.
Let's not and say we did.
My earliest memory... - Oh, God.
Is pain.
( baby crying)
( screaming)
What the hell is that?
My first 12 cycles of life.
That's a little too much information. You can keep your memories.
Don't fight it. You'll only prolong it.
Now watch.
( whimpering)
Tauza: You will not cry. Sit up.
( grunting in pain)
Sit up.
( grunting)
( gasps)
Faster.
Why can't you sit up?
( raspy voice): It's hot.
It's at less than optimum temperature.
I will make it warmer.
( air rushing in)
Do you know why you're here?
'Cause I'm weak.
Why are you weak?
I am partly... Sebacean.
Because?
Father was Sebacean.
And?
Forced my mother to birth me.
( console beeping)
Pilot, the deep space variances are increasing.
There is a wormhole around here somewhere.
Why don't we double back and triangulate? - Again?
Yes, again. Unless you and Moya have something you'd rather be doing?
You wanna park and take a nap?
No. Moya is actually enjoying this opportunity for free flight.
Retracing the last vector now. - Thank you.
Uh, you know, we've been flying around aimlessly for nearly 15 solar days, John.
It's not aimless, D'Argo. There's a wormhole out there. I can smell it.
Besides, it keeps Moya's mind off of Talyn and the Retrieval Squad.
Well, it hasn't stopped me thinking about them.
Yeah? Well, what do you want me to do about that?
You're the one who decided we should stay away and let them deal with it.
Which suits you perfectly so you can indulge yourself.
Fine. I'm indulging myself.
Maybe I'm entitled, once in a while.
Once in a while?
You wanna push this, Mister Let's Go Find My Son?
Look, it doesn't matter what I think.
The point is that Chiana and Jool really need to get off this ship.
They're driving each other insane, they are driving me insane.
So do me a favor.
Indulge them for once.
The girls.
Okay.
If this vector comes up empty, we'll bag it and go for some shore leave.
( sighs)
You happy? - Very happy.
Glad you're happy.
Hey, look, um, sorry if I snapped.
You could use some sleep.
Yeah, you're right. Pilot.
Yes, Commander. I'll wake you the microt Moya senses anything.
You're the man.
Pilot let him sleep for 12 arns.
Don't wake him up no matter what.
Agreed.
The home movies are fascinating, Scorpy, but why show them to me?
Patience, and all will be clear.
The Scarran's name was Tauza.
No one else entered, nor spoke to me.
With what condition were you born?
Sebacean heat delirium.
Also known as the Living Death.
Who saved you from it?
Scarrans.
Who specifically?
You.
Are you Scarran or Sebacean?
Scarran.
Then you cannot be weak.
Sebaceans are weak.
You must become strong.
Scorpius: She did teach me strength and...
assisted of course by the usual Scarran incentives,
I was also taught endurance.
Th... thirsty.
Your liquid is here.
But you must come and get it.
Can't...
There are Sebacean impurities in your physiology.
You must overcome them.
Water... please...
( slurping)
You pathetic infant.
Never use that word to me again.
( loud thud)
( pained sigh)
( sighs)
A brief respite before we continue.
A Prowler?
Pilot: Yes, sending a distress signal.
Pilot, Starburst away immediately.
No. - No?
Pilot, this is definitely bait for a trap.
This is exactly the same way that the Retrieval Squad ambushed Talyn.
Moya detects no other vessels, nor anything that could conceal them.
Besides, the occupant of the Prowler is a Relgarian.
What's a Relgarian?
A species Moya and I trust.
What, as opposed to us?
Transmission coming in now.
Leviathan vessel, I am Linfer.
( speaks alien language)
Pilot, do not answer them.
( speaking alien language)
Pilot: Moya and I greet you in return.
May I come aboard?
Pilot: Of course.
Deploying the Docking Web now.
Pilot? - I must say again, I truly don't believe this is necessary.
Well then, humor us.
DRDs are in position.
( DRDs beeping)
D'Argo (over P.A.): Prowler Pilot.
Move towards the hangar doors and, uh, leave your weapons behind.
( sniffing)
I did it!
Did what?
Solved the shielding problem.
I knew it'd work.
Where's John Crichton? I need to speak to him and to Pilot.
Lady, you gotta talk to us first.
You have nothing to fear from me, and much to gain.
Tell Crichton I offer him the secret to wormhole travel.
I don't like these readings.
Are they at critical levels?
No, but they soon will be.
Then proceed as Scorpius instructed.
Crichton: All right, Scorpy.
Pick it up. Let's get this story over with.
Tauza's attempts to teach control weren't entirely unproductive.
I discovered my hybrid body had a unique talent.
The ability to perceive energy signatures in living organisms.
Each species is different.
Still another weakness in Sebacean physiology: the skin.
It's soft, permeable, easily penetrated.
I soon discovered another trait of energy signatures.
They often changed when the subject was being less than honest.
Sebaceans are a deficient breed.
Doubtless, that's why Peacekeepers wanted to hybridize them with Scarrans.
Tauza lied about the Peacekeepers.
I'll have to take your word for that.
Oh, she lied.
Which only made me more determined to discover the truth about my parentage.
Of course, to do that, I had to escape.
I feigned obedience.
Over time, she grew careless.
But I did not.
And fortunately my education included basic technology.
I'd often watch Tauza operate the controls, dragging up data for my lessons,
and I have an excellent memory.
So it wasn't difficult to gain information about my prison,
which turned out to be a Scarran dreadnought.
It was passing through a neutral system.
I jumped ship in an evacuation pod and hid out on a Commerce Planet.
And you lived happily ever after. Is this fairy tale over with yet?
Everything I've shown you is true.
No doubt. Scorpy the teenage hero outwits the Scarrans, makes it looks easy.
Are you going for pity or applause?
Neither.
Pilot: Scorpius is alive?
Yes.
But Crais and Talyn destroyed his Marauder.
Yeah, and Scorpius was elsewhere, laughing at 'em the whole time.
It's another grand Scorpy fake out.
I knew the bastard wasn't dead.
All right!
Why did he send you?
Commander!
I came to you on my own.
Scorpius's obsession with wormholes is making him irrational.
Scorpius is not alone in that regard.
How did you find us?
I correctly theorized that the wormhole we discovered was part of a nexus of wormholes.
I checked several of the system's exit nodes,
hoping that one of them would have attracted you for study.
So you got lucky.
I would have fled regardless.
I'm convinced that whether Scorpius succeeds or fails,
I would be terminated.
The craft you flew through the wormhole.
Did it employ phase shielding?
( sighs)
Then I assume it didn't.
Hence you are the lucky one.
If that wormhole had been unstable in its rantath flux variance,
as most wormholes are, you wouldn't have survived the journey.
How did you survive?
I have developed a unique spectrum of negative phase shielding
which will allow any craft to safely traverse any wormhole.
I offer you this knowledge.
At what price?
Moya.
( gasps)
No deal.
I would treat her far better than you and the others have.
You know my species?
Yes.
Then you know our history with Leviathans.
Crichton: I don't...
and I'm the one with the gun.
Pilot: Linfer's is a peaceful race of explorers.
They use Leviathans to journey into deep space, areas completely unknown.
Something Moya and I have dreamed of doing.
Crichton: Pilot?
You and Moya would really consider this?
Moya and I would never abandon you Commander.
Yes, but given the choice?
After I escaped, I traversed the Uncharted Territories for several cycles,
unable to learn anything of my parents.
In desperation, I flew into Peacekeeper space,
and surrendered to the first Command Carrier I encountered.
I'm Captain Molayne, and you're...
I have chosen the name Scorpius.
Interesting choice.
I've seen the logs of your interrogation.
Quite a life you've had, if your testimony is true.
It is.
But there were some questions you refused to answer.
As I told your interrogators,
there were some topics I will only discuss with a flag officer.
( laughs)
Captain's is as high as you'll get, I'm afraid.
You'll deal with me, or with more interrogators.
Frankly, I'm a far better choice.
I propose an exchange of information.
I gave you only a summary of my life aboard the dreadnought.
There is much more I could tell you about Scarran behavior.
Vessel design, security arrangements, and so forth.
Oh, we could of course simply force that information out of you.
Doubtful.
And unnecessary.
My price is not high.
I remind you, I came to you voluntarily.
All right.
What's the price?
I was taught that I'm the product
of a forced birthing between a Peacekeeper male and a Scarran female.
I believe that to be false.
I want to know the truth.
Why?
So you can find out who you are?
To find out who I should be.
Everything you tell us will be cross-checked.
If we find you've been feeding us misinformation...
I will be executed as a spy.
Hold out your hands.
We've correlated what you've told us so far.
The pieces fit.
We know what happened.
The Scarran lied to you.
Scorpius: The good Captain told me about a Leviathan full of Sebacean pioneers,
on its way to colonize a planet in the Uncharted Territories.
It was brutally attacked by a Scarran convoy,
and all the civilian passengers slaughtered.
One Transport Pod managed to escape and make a planetary landing.
These next images are not memory, but reconstruction,
based on the log tapes that Captain Molayne shared with me.
We've reached the planet and managed to land the Pod at approximately mid-sun.
What are you recording?
A complete log...
and a distress call with locator vectors.
Do you think I should transmit it?
No.
The Peacekeepers don't care about us.
Why tip off the Scarrans that we survived?
You can't blame the Peacekeepers for what happened.
They did warn us we were traveling outside their patrolled space.
They didn't warn us we might run into a Scarran massacre!
Don't you think they would have if they had known?
Even if they suspected it, they should've provided escort.
If this sector was dangerous, then we shouldn't have come at all!
How the frell were we supposed to...
I shouldn't take it out on you.
This was supposed to be our home.
Well, we're here.
No tools, no supplies, no grain seed.
Just one Pulse Pistol and whatever is in this Pod.
Like real pioneers.
( door opening)
Rylani!
( screaming)
No! No!
( screaming and groaning)
The Pod was found, containing one corpse, a male Sebacean,
but no trace of the female.
Rylani? That was her name?
Yes.
Rylani Jeema Dellos.
Born on New Heather, disappeared on the Motak Four colonization flight.
Age 22 cycles.
( sighs)
The Peacekeepers didn't bother to salvage the Transport Pod.
Captain Molayne told me where to find it.
Apparently, nobody had touched it in at least ten cycles.
Or so I thought.
Tauza: The Pod is sealed. Do not attempt escape.
( groaning)
( screaming)
Scorpy, why would Mama Scarran go to all that trouble to recapture you?
Well, setting a trap in a Transport Pod wasn't that much trouble.
I should've foreseen it.
I deserved what came next.
( computer beeping)
( electrical zapping)
( gasping)
Too feeble to conquer your own deficiencies without help.
( gasping in pain)
You are Scarran, or you are nothing.
We tried to make you one of us.
How could you reject that for a lesser species?
Give me a full account of your actions since your escape.
Begin with all Peacekeeper encounters.
( screaming)
( gasping)
Tell me.
( panting)
( screaming)
( gasping)
It's time to bring him out of it.
No.
( gasping)
The readings are now critical.
What he's trying to achieve is even more critical.
He'll survive.
( grunting)
( gasping)
Tell me.
( screaming)
All right, all right, enough all ready!
Scorp! Take five!
( gasping)
Apologies, John. Apologies.
Always easy to get lost in one's memories.
Readings are back within tolerance.
He survived.
He always survives.
That's true.
I will stop now.
For the moment.
I don't care! Check all the access logs again!
For what?
Sir, Linfer's Prowler can't be found.
We think... we aren't sure...
but, uh, we're checking now. - What?
She may have accessed certain restricted datafiles before she left,
which may, or may not, mean...
You think she intended to defect?
As I say, we-we aren't sure.
Well, find out.
( growling)
Get some answers.
If Strappa doesn't move fast enough, give him some extra incentive.
Clear?
Quite clear, sir.
Keep checking! Keep-keep checking!
Crichton: I hate to break it to you guys, but Moya and Pilot are for it.
Sounds more like they aren't against it. That's not the same thing.
You're actually considering handing Moya over to a stranger?
A stranger who works with Scorpius.
She ditched Scorpius. - Well, claims she did.
I believe that part. - There you go.
It's this "deep space explorer" dren I don't believe.
I... I think she just wants Moya
so she can put some Starbursts in between her and Scorpius.
Even if we were to agree...
Which we don't.
What happens to us?
With wormhole tech we can drop you anywhere you want to go.
Home, if you want. - Oh, great.
That's if you can get it to work.
We're going to test it first and until it works,
all Linfer gets is a guest room.
Oh, just what we need. Another guest.
( scoffing): Didn't you come on board as a "guest"?
Crichton: That's the point.
We're all guests here, and if Moya wants to go with...
Can you stop pretending this is anything other than your idea?
This exactly the attitude that got Zhaan killed.
That's low.
Too bad. - D'Argo!
Leave him alone. - Leave me alone!
Crichton: Terrific, this is what we're arguing about?
The chance to stay cooped up together?
You know, if I was Moya, I wouldn't want us here.
I brought you some food.
The others are still arguing. That's what we do best around here.
It no longer matters. I was wrong.
( gasping)
What is that?
The start of tissue liquefaction.
Induced by exposure to rantath flux in the wormholes.
Apparently, my spectrum of phase shielding was only sufficient to delay its onset.
I request a favor.
Crichton: How the hell did she get loose?
Pilot, get that Prowler back here.
Thank you, Pilot for granting my request.
I'm sorry we won't travel together.
Taka hai...
taka ho.
( alarm sounds)
Pilot, you let her go?
Correct.
She was dying.
Well, we might have helped her.
The offer was made.
She refused.
She said the cellular breakdown was irreversible.
There was nothing we could do.
So, you just let her fly away and blow herself to bits?
Correct again.
That's a beautiful decision, man.
It's funny how you support Pilot only when you both want the same thing.
That's crap, Jool.
Truth is never crap.
We have no other choice.
Do not interfere unless absolutely necessary.
But, sir... - Quiet.
I have shared these memories for a reason.
To show you what Scarrans are like.
Preaching to the choir, Scorpy. I got no love of Scarrans.
Then help us.
Scarrans far outnumber Peacekeepers.
Without superior weaponry, we will be crushed.
You want to kill them, they want to kill you.
I do not see a hell of a lot of difference.
You let me finish,
I'll show you the difference.
You lied about my parents.
Yes. To secure your allegiance.
To make you hate Sebaceans as you should.
You failed. - You defy me?
Then see how easily Sebaceans break down and beg.
See your deplorable heritage.
Behold, your parents.
Please. Help me!
( crying)
Let me go.
Please!
No!
We're nearly finished, John.
You are the product of a Scarran male and a Sebacean female.
The mating process shattered her fragile psyche.
During the gestation, she pleaded for death.
You killed her.
Your birth was difficult.
You killed her.
( gagging)
( retching)
In 90 other such matings, the Sebacean female and her offspring perished.
You were the only one we saved.
Why?
To find out if Sebacean genetics could serve us.
But we now realize that Sebaceans have no value, even as breeding stock.
Instead, the Sebacean race will be eradicated.
And you will further that objective by telling us all you can about Peacekeepers.
Can't speak.
Thirsty...
Ahh...
( yells)
( grunting)
( yells)
( groaning)
Scorpius: After my previous escape,
the Scarrans should have instituted some rudimentary security
on their Transport Pods. But they hadn't.
Scarran hubris. Their primary failing.
You bailed again.
I sent out a locator signal which enabled a Command Carrier
to overtake and destroy the Scarran dreadnought.
The Peacekeepers were most appreciative.
First Command have responded to my request.
Given your unique status and clear loyalties,
you are hereby exempted from all Purity Regulations.
So if you haven't changed your mind...
Captain Molayne, I tender my application for Peacekeeper service.
Excellent.
Through faithful service, I quickly advanced in rank,
and created a special task force to develop wormhole technology.
Sweet move. Join the army, get them to pay for your pet project.
You think I want wormholes to betray Peacekeepers
and to conquer the universe myself?
I don't want power,
I want revenge.
I want to wipe out the Scarrans before they wipe us out.
My people, yours, your friends, everyone you care about.
I've already lost people I care about, because of you.
Where is my revenge, Scorpy?
I've done what I thought necessary.
You're entitled to despise me for it but nonetheless,
you and I have a common enemy, Scarrans.
They plan to exterminate the Sebaceans, but they won't stop there,
nor with Luxans, Delvians, Baniks or a thousand other lower life form.
They'll stop when they're the only sentient species left.
And if they discover wormhole technology before we do,
the galaxy is theirs.
And eventually, John, they will find Earth.
Your race is defenseless.
They'll be raped and slaughtered, unless you help us.
These are the wormhole calculations the Ancients left in your mind.
We can't decode them.
You can.
Go on, unlock it.
Give us the weapon we need to defeat the Scarrans.
Scorpius...
It's not mine to give away.
You remember what the Ancients told me?
John...
"If you're not smart enough to discover it for yourself,
you're not smart enough to use it wisely."
Froy: His temperature's climbing. He's in danger.
( gasping)
Well, thanks for the slide show. Gotta go.
No John, you cannot leave.
I'll find my own way out.
You must retrieve it!
Scorpy, I'm off the clock.
John!
( panting)
We have to intervene.
Retrieve...
Not yet. He's on to something.
Data!
Oh, Scorpy...
you're getting kind of warm to the touch.
You should take a break and calm down.
Froy: The neural stress is killing him.
Not yet.
I'm removing the chip.
I said keep away from him.
My duty is to Scorpius.
So is mine.
( yells)
I will not let you leave...
Do you think...
that neural clones go to heaven?
Well, wherever I wind up,
when I see your mama,
I'll be sure to give her your regards.
( screams)
( cries out)
( panting)
( yelling)
( screaming)
( groaning)
John?
If you are here to give me another lecture, go away.
Well, if you are going to be as sour as an unmated flibisk, I will go away.
What the hell's a flibisk?
A flibisk... a flibisk is a, uh
ten-legged creature about this big.
Very tasty, if prepared right.
But if you prevent it from mating, it gets very disagreeable.
Hell, who doesn't?
You ever think we've been on this boat way too long?
Constantly.
But so far, all the other alternatives have been worse.
Well, here's to that changing.
You know, Scorpy's still out there.
He's working on the wormhole tech and he's a lot further along than I am.
He hasn't found it yet.
And Linfer was wrong.
But Linfer found us.
And if she can, Scorpy can.
Velka nine, exponent nine,
devra four, three, one.
Equivalence maslet nine,
palanek square,
equivalence integral nine.
Velka hypercube brell marak.
Six lerg one.
That's everything I recall.
It's incomplete, but it should be enough to put us in the correct track.
Oh, it certainly will, sir. I can already see solutions to several previously unknown variables.
Then resume work.
Sir.
Cybernetics Section verifies the neurochip circuits were destroyed by the heat.
It doesn't matter. We may now have the data we need.
Will that be all, sir?
For the moment.
Lieutenant,
your recent performance...
has been exemplary.
Thank you, sir.
I was concerned that I'd made the wrong decision.
Nurse Froy made the wrong decision.
Yours was correct under the circumstances.
Thank you, sir.
I hope my conduct continues to find favor.