Well is it them or isn't it?
Moya can't be certain until she's closer.
Which one? Green or black? -This is not the time.
D'Argo, green or black?
Well, the black, of course. I mean, far be it for me to say
but I've always thought that the cut of that green shirt
doesn't suit the shape of your body.
You know, it's gotta be them. We are near the rendezvous point.
If it is them, why are they on a Transport Pod?
And where's Talyn?
Jool: Oh hoo!
Crichton is not going to like having the other Crichton around again.
Yeah, he'll like having Aeryn around, though.
(groaning) You want me to wear this when they come aboard?
Yeah! You look blexk!
In this? -Yeah.
I don't think so.
Pilot: The Transport Pod has turned and is heading our way.
You made contact yet?
Yes, but they're not responding.
You know what, perhaps they can't respond.
In the last message we received, all they said is that they'd defeated a Retrieval Squad.
We don't know at what cost.
D'Argo, if Talyn is a casualty, then...
John, I'm sure everyone's all right.
Pilot: Rendezvous in 600 microts.
Pilot, there could be casualties.
Have them land near the med area, and get Jool and Chiana down here fast!
Chiana: She's going to be walking off that Pod, I know it.
Chiana's right. Aeryn's fine. I'm sure the other you has taken extra good care of her.
I mean, all I meant was that I'm sure that he did everything that you would have done
if you had been with Aeryn all this time.
Don't move!
Please. Don't move.
I doubt that we could.
Identify yourself.
Our calling card.
A Peacekeeper tralk.
(electronic chirping)
(weary groan)
We have just escaped from imprisonment.
Can you help us?
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.
You were traveling through the Uncharted Territories in a Transport Pod?
A Pod that was meant as a target for the weapons testing
of a new Peacekeeper deep space device.
Ah, you have more Janeray syrup?
(sighs)
She is like Rygel.
What were you doing in a Pod meant for weapons testing?
We were part of the test.
They wanted to see how different species would react to fire from their new weapon.
How we would die.
Orhnn: The Peacekeeper Tech was doing a last microt check of the Pod.
We were able to overpower him.
I was able over to overpower him.
And blast ourselves out of there.
D'Argo: Ah-ah-ah-ah. Not too close.
He's a Scarran.
If you are concerned because of my heat protection,
first thing Peacekeepers do with Scarran prisoners.
By removing the gland, it protects them
and weakens me.
Frell. This Pod is coming apart at the seams.
The weapon the Peacekeepers were testing destroys the bonding of metallic molecules.
That's why this Pod is so damaged.
Crichton: What exactly are we looking for?
A Boolite.
And what does he look like?
Big, small, hairy, blue, green?
He doesn't... look like he used to.
You see, Boolites have a much, much higher metal content than other species,
so when the weapon hit our Pod, it...
Excuse me.
What the hell is this?
That's the Boolite, or at least part of him.
Okay.
Boolite body parts can survive independent of the main body for as much as half a cycle.
Right.
And he's still alive?
You have to try to save him.
Help put him back together.
(wet squishing)
Right.
Rygel: Why aren't they at the rendezvous point?
If I have to spend two more microts on this midget ship, I'm going to vomit!
Talyn has found Moya at the extreme range of his senses.
Oh! Was it too much to ask that they be where they said they'd be?
Talyn, set intercept course.
He's coming! He's coming!
It's Talyn. He's on an intercept course.
What?
Why don't you go and welcome them back.
I'll make sure our guests don't get into any trouble.
Thanks, man.
Sparky!
How you doin', man?
Long time, no see.
Yes. Uh... good to see you, too.
But if anything is missing from my quarters, blood is going to spill.
(chuckles)
Whatever.
Crais.
Well, there's a familiar face.
Hello, John.
What's wrong?
The, uh...
other...
Crichton,
he's dead.
(sniffing)
Oh...
You, uh, have visitors on Moya?
Yeah, there's, um...
(sniffing)
Oh, a female!
(expectant gasp)
(whirring)
Rygel: Oh...
It is. A female.
(chuckles)
Oh, please rise.
You recognize me?
Who could forget the royal profile?
You're alive.
Indeed. And you are?
Orhnn Pak. From the Jensii province.
Oh...
At least, I was.
And you have been a Peacekeeper prisoner?
Arrested because I refused allegiance to Dominar Bishan.
Oh, that's no crime.
It's an act of courage.
Oh, I shouldn't have been speaking of myself,
of my travails, when I am in your presence.
Forgive me, Your Highness. Forgive me.
Now, it is permissible for you to be the focus of attention, if I desire it.
Oh?
And I, uh...
I...
I do so desire it.
I'm not well schooled in the arts.
It just needs to give us some idea of what the Boolite looks like.
Stand there.
As you instruct.
And don't even think about moving.
Chiana.
Have you seen Aeryn and the others?
Only for a moment.
Not quite the reunion we were expecting.
The other Crichton dead and... and Stark searching for Zhaan's spirit.
Well, with a single Crichton and Stark missing,
perhaps it will restore some sanity to the ship.
Stand back!
What?
A pulse blast. Didn't you hear it?
No.
It was here!
Okay. Okay.
It's happening again.
I'm frelling sensing stuff before it happens.
So much for sanity.
Move!
D'Argo, I heard a pulse blast. -Move!
Chiana: Frell!
Markir: Hey!
Hey, come on, you can't leave me in here!
You're a Peacekeeper?
They beat me, they took me hostage.
You're a fugitive.
I'm a member of the Peacekeepers,
and if you help me out of here there'll be a big, big reward.
What, 200 darcats for a tech?
Those are escaped prisoners you have on your ship.
They're dangerous.
Don't you care?
No, not anymore.
If this image has appeared,
it means my mask has reached its destination,
and you have made contact with it.
I have a message for you Crichton.
For you alone.
Listen. Listen.
Crichton, there's a message... -Pilot: Crichton,
Moya has detected a signal.
Lousy timing, Pilot. Really lousy timing. What kind of signal?
A Peacekeeper distress signal.
How close is it?
Crichton, you don't understand. The signal was sent from here.
Somebody aboard Moya just broadcast a distress call to the Peacekeepers.
Pilot, can you isolate the source of the signal?
Pilot: It appears to have come from Tier Seven or Eight.
I have DRD's searching there now.
Has anyone answered it yet?
We're not going to give them time.
Moya will initiate Starburst in 100 microts.
What about Talyn?
Crais has ordered him to Starburst alone on a similar vector.
Talyn will make contact as soon as he can locate us.
Why would anybody here want to signal the Peacekeepers?
What about the Tech? He was a Peacekeeper.
Chiana: No, no, no, the Tech is kept in a cell on Tier Eleven.
I put my currency on the Scarran.
Well, normally, I'd agree with you, but Naj Gil's been with me the whole time.
What about the Nebari?
Hubero has never left my sight.
Rygel: And, uh, since she arrived, sweet Orhnn has been atop me or, uh...
beneath me, or...
Okay, there's a mental Polaroid we can all live without, Ryge.
Okay, plan. We've gotta double time prep on the Pod.
We've gotta get them out of here of here as soon as we can.
And until we do we should lock 'em all up for safekeeping. Agreed?
No, John, I will not imprison Naj Gil.
He hasn't done anything wrong.
He's going to stay with me.
And Hubero never leaves my sight, just like before.
Rygel: And Orhnn and I will just be, uh...
Crichton: Be making the Hynerian with two backs, trunks, whatever.
Yeah, just remember one of them sent the signal. Be careful.
Be careful.
Pilot: Starbursting now.
Crais: According to Hubero's rendering of the Boolite, this obviously goes here.
Wrong.
It's clearly vascular, not skeletal.
Put this piece there, attach that piece to there, then there.
Yes, well that would seem to be correct.
I was hoping that once we got enough of him together
that he would be able to tell us how to do the rest.
That's why I'm starting on the head and the mouth first.
Head and mouth?
What, you don't think that that's the head and that's the mouth?
Well, not unless he sits on his mouth.
Mag-stet.
Turbo-sealer.
Fluffy pink slippers.
Donald Duck.
Mickey Mouse.
Huey, Louie and Dewey.
You wanna talk?
Okay, fine. No talking.
No, you know what?
I wanna talk.
I had words with Crais and, um,
he told me that you and the other me...
Actually, he didn't...
tell me anything. He, um...
told me to talk to you.
So I assume...
Aeryn, I'm sorry.
I...
Maybe you're right.
Maybe we shouldn't talk.
Want some advice?
Nope.
What?
Oh, my friend, I...
I don't know what to say. I don't have any advice. It's difficult, isn't it?
You're jealous of the other you, aren't you?
He died.
The other guy.
The copy.
Now Aeryn thinks that you are the copy.
(snoring)
Hey, man. How you doin'?
Crichton.
Shh, shh, shh.
What do you want?
Their Transport Pod is stocked and it's almost repaired.
Is Barbarella ready to vamoose?
I'm not sure I want her to go.
In fact, I'm sure I don't.
Rygel, look, I completely understand.
But you cannot let the little appendage start telling the big appendage what to do.
John, I think I'm in love with her.
And I think she loves me.
Well, that may be the best reason of all to get her out of here as quick as you can.
You still got half an arn.
(click sound)
I...
I heard what you said.
I didn't mean...
I liked it, Rygie.
Are you ready to go again, hmm?
Again?
We have half an arn.
I've heard Dominars never need rest.
(giggles)
Rrrr... Growl like a blegzoon.
So what'd you do?
Why'd they imprison you?
Actually, when the Peacekeepers found me, they tried to give me back.
But Nebari Prime didn't want me.
To them, I'm just another mouth to feed in a non-conformist colony.
Non-conformist? What? Why? What?
(gasps)
You're an... an...
an... an androgen.
Not exactly male, not exactly female.
Not exactly anything.
When... when I was growing up, I... I was told about androgens and, I...
but I, uh...
but they were always taken right after birth.
I... I never met one.
At least you didn't think you ever did.
What's happening?
He's talking.
Listen, listen...
(gurgling)
Traitor... traitor...
Crais: He keeps repeating the same word over and over.
Crichton: Traitor.
I bet he still thinks he's on the Transport Pod.
So the traitor...
Was on the Pod.
Can he hear us?
(gurgling): Yes.
Wow. There's an ear in here somewhere.
Okay, this is a little too Naked Lunch.
Can you tell us who the traitor is?
I... I don't remember...
Crais: I've used all the brain matter we've found so far.
It's possible the part of his memory that holds the answer isn't here.
Either that, or we're tracking it all over the ship with our shoes.
Pilot: Shots fired!
-Shots where?
Pilot, it's D'Argo. I'm in the Center Chamber! Naj Gil has been shot!
Aeryn: What happened?
We were in the Center Chamber. He heard a noise and came out.
There was a pulse blast.... -Direction?
I don't know. By the I came out, it was all gone.
Can you get me something to stop the bleeding?
Chiana: I knew it. I knew it.
I got him.
I knew... I knew someone was gonna get shot.
Pip, that is no help to us right now.
If you can tell us who did it, that might be useful.
Perhaps you know!
No! I have no idea!
Well, think hard.
Leave her alone!
(laughing)
What's all the noise about?
Where've you been?
Let go of her, you lunatic Luxan.
She's never left my side.
D'Argo, that's not helping, man.
One of them has to have done it.
Not Hubero.
She's been with me the whole time.
And I've been with Orhnn. Release her now.
D'Argo!
Get us away from this welnitz.
I agree.
There's too much dren in this room. Come on.
Chiana...
Pilot: There's been another signal.
What?!
DRDs are trying to find the source.
Pilot, Starburst.
Moya can't, not for another arn.
And this signal,
it sent out Moya's coordinates.
Who the hell is doing this?
This is the signaling device.
DRDs found it attached to a neural cluster on Tier Eight.
Can you tell whose it is?
It's constructed of parts easily found in Moya,
but it required an impressive technical knowledge to assemble.
Anything?
Markir: It hasn't moved.
Nor have I, if that's what you're wondering.
Pilot, can you confirm that?
The DRD has sensed no movement.
Is something wrong?
Pilot, how long before their Transport Pod is repaired?
The DRDs will finish within a half arn.
Correction: a quarter arn.
We'll have you off this boat as soon as we can.
Rygel, Chiana, listen up.
Unless we got a Tech who can walk through walls or hypnotize DRDs,
the bad guy's got to be with one of you.
Now, we are not going to hurt anybody,
but their transport is almost fixed, so we'll load 'em with supplies
and send them to a very friendly Commerce Planet.
Everybody goes their own way. Okay?
Crichton: Pip?
Sparky?
Okay?
Damn it!
The others can leave.
You'll stay.
And then?
And then, Orhnn, dear Orhnn...
(chuckles) there are many things we must talk about.
Do we have to talk about them now?
Mmm... oh!
(giggles)
Again. Here.
(weary sigh)
(slight groan)
I've managed to stop the bleeding,
but I know even less about Scarrans than I do Boolites.
I mean, I thought these guys were virtually impenetrable.
Yeah, but the skin hadn't fully healed from the removal of the heat gland.
Whoever shot him knew exactly where to aim.
Pilot, any sign of Rygel or Chiana?
Nothing.
They are still not responding to their Comms.
Aeryn.
What?
Crichton, he, uh...
D'Argo...
don't.
When they finally find us they'll be angry at you for hiding me.
They get angry at me a lot.
Do you trust Crichton?
Would he really allow us to leave on a Transport Pod?
Yeah, I trust him.
But you really want to leave?
Chiana, I don't want to cause you any trouble.
I'll wait in the Transport Pod until it's fixed.
W-Wait-wait, wh-whoever shot you will be in the Pod.
What are you talking about? I haven't been shot.
I-I... I mean Naj Gil.
Whoever shot...
Hubero!
Hubero, wait!
(crackling)
Traitor...
What's he saying?
Beauty...
So...
so beautiful...
(panting)
(ticking)
More pulse fire!
The DRD watching the Peacekeeper Tech has gone dead,
and the cell door's open.
On my way, Pilot!
Get the DRDs searching.
She...
betrayed... us.
"She"?
On Pod...
I caught her making a deal with Tech.
Crais: The name of the traitor?
Name?
Wake up!
Wake up now!
We really need you to move your ass now!
Huh?
I'm afraid I must insist.
Rygel, Chiana, it's Orhnn. She sent the signals!
Chiana: I got you, Crichton.
Hubero and I are heading to the Maintenance Bay.
D'Argo: Keep your eyes out. Orhnn must have shot Naj Gil.
And let the Tech loose. Rygel, are you hearing this?
Move!
D'Argo: Rygel!
Why, Orhnn? Why?
You were a prisoner of the Peacekeepers like the rest of us.
Because, my dear gullible Dominar, the odds of staying free stunk.
So, I struck a deal with the Tech.
B-B-But when you were on Moya, you were free.
For how long? I don't want to spend my life running from the Peacekeepers.
And once I got here, I found a superb bargaining chip: you.
They'll be far more interested in recapturing a full royal
than a lowly soldier like myself.
You're a soldier?
You might not have deigned to take pleasure with me
if you'd known I was a common soldier.
And I needed you to take pleasure so you would fall asleep
and I could roam the ship.
It was unfortunate that the Scarran saw me.
But you slept, too.
All Hynerians sleep deeply after...
pleasure. (chuckles)
The "pleasure," Dominar, was all yours.
You were... faking?
Oh, males.
Move it!
You seen Aeryn?
One tier down. The DRD's are searching all the other tiers.
(rumbling) What the hell was that?
Pilot: Somebody has neutralized Moya's calorics.
We're unable to move.
They're going to make a run for it and they got Rygel.
Rygel could be going voluntarily. -And maybe he's not.
You're not really going to leave the Boolite here like this, are you?
Under the circumstances, he can wait.
I'm going to assist in the search.
Uh, uh... (clears throat)
For me?
(yells)
Get down!
Orhnn!
Help!
(screams)
Orhnn, Let's do it!
Help!
Markir: Orhnn!
Jool: Don't throw that!
No!!
(gasps)
Orhnn: Shut up!
Shut up, Dominar!
Shut up!
Whoa, Chiana, don't shoot! It's me!
Down!
Hubero, down!
(screaming)
(gasping)
(choking)
(weapon fires) (gasps)
Oh!
(shouting)
Crais!
Ahh!
Ahh! Crais!
Crais!
Help!
(yells)
(screams)
(screaming)
Ah, prong-prong!
(screaming)
(gurgling scream)
(both screaming)
(wailing raspingly)
(revving)
Go! Go! Go! Go!
Crichton! Crichton!
They've got Rygel!
Pilot, close the outer hanger doors!
Pilot: I can't.
Moya's connection has been severed.
I've got an idea. -I've got an idea.
Begin broadcasting our location to the Peacekeepers.
We had the same idea.
No, I wanted to take your module.
You didn't know D'Argo could fly this.
Frelling dren! There's a ship gaining on us.
Any word from Talyn?
Crais: Negative. He still hasn't caught up with us yet.
Okay, we're going in.
They won't shoot us down with him aboard.
(laughs) I wouldn't be so sure about that.
Opening rear hatch.
They're right above us.
What's their plan?
Oh, they're going to kill you, bitch.
Aeryn: Right, D'Argo. Your position is good.
I will fire close to the hatch.
Put this on.
Keep it steady, D'Argo.
I'm trying.
Steady.
This cable gonna hold?
It's irradium alloy; of course it'll hold.
Just like the budong.
Budong? What are you talking about? -You...
Just follow my lead.
Go now, Aeryn! Go!
Oh, this'll be fun.
They're on the hull!
Yeah?
Yeah.
(beeping)
(yelling)
Coming in!
Shoot them!
(weapons firing)
Stay down!
(screaming)
Rygel!
(screaming)
Crichton: I got you, Sparky!
Help me, Rygie!
(Rygel grunting)
Aeryn, I got him!
Good.
Hey, Rygie...
what... what is... going... on?!
(loud, sustained scream)
(gasps)
Hey, Buckwheat. How you doin'?
I will not be taken to task for having a trusting nature.
(breathing heavily)
(screaming): Rygie!
Ah, women.
D'Argo: Talyn's back. He's found us.
Aeryn: Tell Talyn to steer clear.
The Tech hit the cell drive.
This Pod is gonna blow. We've gotta go, now.
(beeping)
Now, D'Argo!
Hologram Crichton: It's all in my head,
which means it's in yours, too.
Wormholes, A to Z.
You've probably already heard what we did with it,
and that's just the beginning.
You could fry a whole solar system.
Heh.
Furlow is still out there, somewhere,
but for right now, the Scarrans are back to square one.
Peacekeepers.
They're your problem.
Look at me.
Now look at yourself.
You know.
Don't let Scorpius crack this.
Whatever it takes.
Okay.
I'm gonna piss you off now, man.
Be smart.
Don't push her.
She takes... time.
Oh, one more thing.
(laughs)
Good luck, John.
Crichton: So that's what I'm doing.
You don't have to come along. You don't have to like it.
I just want you to know.
Moya and I are against this idea in totality.
I'm sure Captain Crais is aware that Talyn resists also.
Chiana: You don't know how far Scorpius is in his wormhole research.
You don't know where he keeps it. You don't know anything.
How you going to stop him?
I'll pass, if you don't mind.
Why are you wearing an eyepatch?
Boolite in my eye.
Why are you such a moron?
(snarling)
Crichton: Guys.
I don't see another option.
Scorpius has the knowledge from my brain
and I'm not gonna let him shaft the universe with it.
You're all gonna die.
You see that one, Pip, or you just guessing?
We choose our own path.
This one is mine.
I'm going to the Command Carrier.
I'm going to stop Scorpius.