Previously on Farscape.
When I was a kid, I dreamed of outer space.
This ship is dead!
The wormhole experiment is over.
Moya feels Talyn has earned the right to be buried in the Sacred Space.
We all knew the time would come when we'd split up.
I'm coming with you. - No, I'm sorry.
Do you love John Crichton?
Do you love Aeryn Sun?
Then don't make me say goodbye and don't make me stay.
Aeryn is with child.
Pilot, patch me through to Aeryn.
She is beyond our range, Commander.
Get a fix on her position. We're going after her.
Commander! Stay clear...
We're... being... pulled in... Commander!
You have got to be kidding me.
I know I seem a little obsessed lately.
But it's been a long time since you rescued me.
Are you hearing any of this?
Pilot, if you're there.
Almost out of fuel. Need a little help.
Look, I'm trying to apologize.
I accept my friends aren't coming back from the wormhole.
You're on a beautiful old ship and I can't leave you guys.
So please let me back in.
Yo, Your Ladyship!
I'm sorry, Commander.
I must have...
dozed off. - Dozed off.
Faster, faster! Allegro! Allegro!
Now bring in the horns!
There is a store of krillian-alloy ore on Tier Seven which might...
Oh, no, no. My module can't process it without purification and reduction.
Then there's nothing aboard that can facilitate your escape before we die.
So few Leviathans are able to end their physical existence in this Sacred Space.
Elack and I promised each other this when we were joined over 350 cycles ago.
I'm sorry.
Well, could be worse.
You don't roll in, I'm dead long time ago.
Besides, I've almost cracked Wormholes for Dummies.
John, sorry I didn't notice it sooner, but there's a small craft approaching.
And Commander, it is out of control.
Go fetch.
If you are sober or sane enough to understand,
I suggest you aim that behind you.
The creatures following me execute on sight.
Ah...
Now, what are you going to do for me?
My name is John Crichton, an astronaut.
Three years ago I got shot through a wormhole.
I'm in a distant part of the universe
aboard this living ship of escaped prisoners,
my friends.
I've made enemies.
Powerful, dangerous.
Now all I want is to find a way home
to warn Earth.
Look upward and share the wonders I've seen.
This is a dying ship!
There shouldn't be anyone on board a dying ship.
Absolutely correct, Tinkerbell.
Okay, my turn. Who, what, when, where, why and how?
You must listen to me... - Oh, no.
No, no, I'm no good at listening.
My brain cannot tolerate translator microbes.
I'm...
I must learn your language through hearing it.
This. The name, the word.
Winona.
My pulse pistol.
More words.
They will be here soon and you will be dead before you see them.
Module.
Box.
Workbench. Junk. More junk.
Tools.
Bulkhead. Ceiling. Floor.
Shirt. Wine. Face...
Your alphabet. In order.
God. Damn, that's been a long time.
A- B-C-D-E-F-G...
H- I-J-K-L-M-N-O-P...
Q- R-S-T-U-V...
W- X-Y-and-Z.
Now I've sung my ABCs... - Commander...
Yeah? Hello?
Another vessel approaches. A much larger one.
Can she Starburst?
You speak Pilot.
Yes.
Right. 'Course you do.
Ah, no.
Dying ship, remember? No Starburst.
Muerta. Dead. Toast.
Make sentences. Nouns. Verbs.
Okay.
Once upon a time, I was happy here.
A little on the lonely side, but that's okay 'cause at least
Winona only had to start cooking fires.
You know, fire. Whoosh, fire.
Module's out of fuel, so it's not going anywhere.
So, I'm working like a mo'fo.
And everything is finally coming together on these crates here,
till you smash through, pissing me off
just a little bit.
See, the only thing that I still had going for me,
you just destroyed, lady. Yeah!
The Grudeks will shock the hull, incapacitating most functioning.
Ram...
Wh-Wh-What about the Pilot?
Muerta Pilot? Muerta, muerta Pilot?
No Pilot muerta.
No, they need her alive to harvest the toubray tissue.
We need an enclosed space. Self-contained circulation.
They are going to fumigate!
- Grudeks. Grudeks. - God, I love 'em.
Who the hell are they?
Toubray hunters.
You got a quick ear.
Toubray is Leviathan neural cluster tissue.
Many cultures consume it to enhance higher brain function.
And you were with 'em?
Till I fled for my life.
That's going to be your song, if you don't give me an explanation.
Ah! No touchy.
The organization I work for was hired to find Leviathans.
I was given half a cycle to become an expert on their functions and their habits.
So you can cut 'em up into sushi.
Why do you think I've worked so hard to find the Sacred Death Space?
'Cause old Leviathans are easier targets?
And the toubray is richer with age, so the Grudeks are happy.
But my reasoning is this Leviathan is near dead anyway.
Harvesting it is better than killing a healthy creature and everyone on board.
So, you Jacques Cousteau your way upstream to where they die.
At least you've thought about it.
Your capacity for self-delusionment astounds even me,
and I live inside your curdled brain.
Hey man, you don't like the Baywatch thing, head inland.
How many men have a goal, a challenge?
A destiny as clear as yours?
Stay focused on the riddle of the wormholes.
Affect the things you can.
Satisfy yourself, John.
Sno-cone?
Ah, yeah. Cherry.
He's right, you know.
Tell me again.
Why did you leave?
You assume that the answer is going to be different
from the other thousand times you've asked the question.
"Because" is not an answer.
I'm not right for you, John.
I was just the best of limited choices.
That's my kid, you know.
That's Crichton's kid.
This is my child.
Whatever.
Extraction party secure. Breathable atmosphere.
Heir to Command report?
Awaiting, Warlord.
Scout the region. Identify additional prey. Await my summons.
As you command. Good hunting.
5,000 crindars for whoever locates the Y'tal Cavity!
And a thousand more for the female corpse!
Come on, Pilot. Snap to.
Come on.
Just boost fluid to her hydrex gland.
Shh!
We have bad guys on board.
Can you space 'em?
Elack is still dazed.
I have virtually no systems at my disposal.
I recommend you save yourselves.
What about you?
We are old.
We must accept our time is soon anyway.
Perhaps in passing we can serve some purpose for others.
She's the Mother Theresa of the Uncharted Territories.
Look, you don't mind if we fight for you, do you?
Do you have any DRDs left with weapons?
Can we negotiate with these guys?
That is not their way.
Grudeks my ass!
It's time for a show of force.
If we had any.
Didn't get that one, did you? 'Cause it's Klingon.
Time for you guys to clear out!
There is no quarrel with you!
Remain clear and you may live!
Oh, no.
No, not if you destroy my ship.
Flee then.
I award safe passage.
- Ha, you know what? - Flip that around.
You got 60 microts to...
It's a show of force. It's the only thing that Klingons understand.
Make them think you're dead.
Okay, Sputnik.
No.
You missed!
Release the Brindz Hound!
Hound?
What are we talking, tracking dog?
Blood hunter.
How big?
What?!
Look, you see this?
Itty-bitty doggie ain't gonna like it.
There should be a pressure hatch here to a crawl space between...
Hamman side, two tiers up.
No, no, Leviathan schematics clearly indicate that the ship...
Schematics? What schematics?
I thought you were an expert.
I am.
I found the burial space.
There should be a hatchway and it should be here.
Every Leviathan grows to accommodate its passengers, its pilot's whim, its...
Oh, my goodness.
You've never been on one before, have you?
You can't learn Leviathans in the library. Hamman side.
All right.
None of the doors work?
Because it's a dying ship.
Nice puppy.
Okay.
Stick with me. You'll be...
o... kay.
Shift your gravity center. Hurry!
Do what?
This is big.
Obviously you need to get out more.
Is it torn bad?
No.
But it's the largest vein I've ever seen.
Yeah, it supplies blood to my leg.
It lets me move faster, run away.
Obviously it needs to be bigger.
It needs to be smaller.
Everything smaller, lighter.
Otherwise you'll never be able to shift your gravity center.
I wouldn't need to shift my damn gravity center if it wasn't for you.
What happened between you and the Grudeks?
Why did you run away?
I don't think that is anything you need to know.
Sputnik, we don't work together, we die.
That's all the need-to-know I need to know.
I was...
too good.
A simple Leviathan travel route was all they expected.
By finding the Sacred Burial Space,
with mature toubray flesh, I...
I sabotaged myself.
Right, they didn't want you to tell anybody.
My loss counts as breach.
They won't even have to pay fees to my organization.
Somebody sign that contract.
Kinda' makes me wanna kill you myself.
I think if you wait, they will do that for you.
We climb two levels higher and begin searching anew.
How do you know they'll come this way?
The lights are still on.
The air is still circulating.
They have not found the Y'tal cavity yet.
The what?
The richest, most prized toubray comes from Leviathan's very first neural cell.
Defleshing it shorts out everything else.
1812, gun.
This is a very nice profession you've chosen.
Thank you.
The conductivity tests indicate upper quadrant.
Warlord, this next location brings us much closer.
Ambush time. Stay quiet.
Crichton?
I know you're here.
Rygel and I are staring at your pewnkah module... - Shh!
in this wreck of a Maintenance Bay?
Crichton!
Where's Moya?
Turn it off.
Where are you?
Center Chamber, as I recall. No exit!
They know we're here.
Oh, nothing gets by you, does it?
Wait.
Sikozu Shanu.
Warlord Ilkog.
I seek your tolerance with a pledge never to tell anyone about this place.
As certain...
when you are dead.
Now, I know that once you had an amnesty, you were going to mention my name,
right?
Grudeks, wait!
Your, uh... earlier offer?
The "run away" program.
We'll take it.
Grudeks,
when they reach the corner,
all fire as one.
1812!
This way!
Shoot them!
If Psycho-zoo let these slijnots aboard, then why are we keeping her alive?
Pip, cut her some slack. She just had her hand ripped off.
And you haven't seen Moya?
I told ya, Sparky. She got swallowed.
Well, our pod's not going anywhere.
We were lucky to get this far.
Chiana.
What the hell's the matter with you?
With me?
Yeah, you.
What's the matter with me? - You.
Hey Ryg, how 'bout you tell Crichton what's the matter with me?
Why are you shaving now?
You're what's the matter with me, Crichton.
You.
Always...
you.
An unprecedented reward is offered for information leading...
...dead or alive price of five million currency pledges
rests on the Nebari Chiana, who was last seen...
They're everywhere.
In every bar, every port, every ship that can fly.
Hey!
We had nowhere to go but here. And all because of you.
I'm worth seven million. That's frelling with her head, too.
Hey, Toad!
Why are you shaving now?
I finally figured out wormholes.
You did it? All that wormhole nonsense we put up with?
Yeah, I can get you home.
If I knew where home was. Or where we are.
Or where the wormhole network is.
Yeah, and if we weren't trapped with only two weapons, about to die.
Well, good new is, who better to save a Leviathan than us, huh?
Hmm!
So, we stay away from doggie, we find the Grudeks and we bring them down.
So.
Go get it.
Yeah, she says her flesh will rebond.
So Ryg, you go fetch her hand.
Pip, you're with me.
Why me?
Severed heads, severed hands.
It's a motif.
Get rid of the animal. How hard can that be?
You saw Sikozu's hand, or lack thereof?
Yeah, and I saw her.
Don't confuse us.
Hey!
All right, let's talk about it.
Whatever it is.
You know th-those visions I was having?
Yeah. - Yeah, well they evolved.
Into what?
There's a...
there's a cheat proof game at the casinos.
A... A mercury droplet, it bounces off an ion stream.
And there's a thousand different outcomes. -Whatever.
You've won?
Seven times. In a row.
They arrested me, they took my winnings...
They...
they had a little fun and...
and a little torture. Nothing... nothing new.
On the upside, you're not crazy.
You see the future.
That's what's so weird. I...
I see the present.
Only it's just so...
it... it slows down.
So, what's the bad?
Blinding headaches afterwards.
It's... It's like my eyes, they... they get all used up, and I... I can't see.
And...
and... and each time it happens, it... it lasts longer.
We get out of here, we find someone to fix it.
Before then, we got to find a way to screw the pooch.
Now, I'm going to need a rope, a rabbit and a membrane.
Ropes are mine.
Rest is yours.
Crichton, I'm as near as I can get.
They're still down here.
Grudek!
This cell is not Y'tal!
But we are near!
Up one, over one!
There it is. That's a Crichton kick.
Boy.
Yeah, girls do kick harder.
Uh... maybe it's not mine at all.
You just won't let that rest, will you?
Ah, maybe it's got a little ponytail and a teeny-tiny goatee.
Maybe. - Maybe it has half a metal face on it.
Maybe. - Maybe it's a royal pain in the ass, eats all the time and farts a lot.
Then we'll know it's yours.
Aw, no...
that's a Crichton kick.
Huh, still obsessed, I see.
I'm not obsessed.
Did she say anything to you before she left?
Goodbye, good luck, good riddance.
That's what you said. And I'm not obsessed.
Oh, wormholes, Aeryn, Earth
Aeryn, Scorpius, Aeryn...
I'm out of fingers.
Want me to keep counting on hers?
Aeryn...
She say anything to you before she left?
Oh, Crichton! For once, listen.
When a woman, whether she's your wife, your lover
or a slave you've purchased to be your wife or lover,
leaves you repeatedly, take a hint.
Well, that was the plan, but...
you know how my plans go.
The bargain is struck.
Can't say I'm surprised.
You have ruined it.
Enough.
Enough!
Look at what she did! - Look what she did!
Back!
Freaky made a deal with rotting flesh over there, and he tried to kill me.
Because she shot at him first!
You see what that is?
You know what that is? Come on. Tell me.
Crindars. Scarran currency.
You betcha.
And you know, you know where he got it from?
Her.
Nebari, Hynerian and you.
All from the Peacekeeper realm.
What kind of currency do you have in your pocket?!
Pip, you think she's a Scarran?
No, of course I'm not.
I'm Kalish and we hate the Scarran but I did grow up in their territory, yes.
So, uh, what was the plan?
This.
Bloodless.
I bet you know what that is, too.
It's a Nebular Pod for a flight racer.
He liked me.
I bought us an escape vehicle.
After they left, he was going to leave his ship behind so we could live.
They have found the Y'tal Cavity.
This ship will be dead soon.
Us shortly thereafter.
So, what was your plan?
- An open hatchway. - Why aren't we sucked out?
Ask her.
The Pilot is using the Leviathan's mass to generate an electrostatic membrane.
One puncture and va-vooosh!
That's totally insane.
You did not run into the Brindz Hound.
We will never get close enough to stop them while it is loose.
And that means they're harvesting toubray now.
You guys, go find the Slaughterhouse Five.
Make sure we're ready to move.
I'm not going with her.
Pip. - Please.
She knows Leviathans better than we do.
All right, you go first, in case I have to shoot you.
I'll keep Pilot alert.
Oh no, Sparky. She's fine.
You got a job. You ever hear of "rabbit to the hound"?
All right, we should split up.
Wait, you go...
Chiana, I told you I can go places you cannot.
I'd love to send you to one myself.
the hallmark of the subeducated.
The only hallmark you're going to be is a small, small smudge in the wall
after I shoot you.
I told you...
I can go places you cannot.
Oh, he has absolutely no appreciation of my worth in a crisis.
Let him find his own frelling hound.
It's beautiful. You're Picasso.
All right, I want you to go hide.
Run away. It's gonna be ugly. You don't wanna see this.
It's dinner time.
Come see the tasty human goat,
staked out like an idiot.
Whoa! You wanted him, you got him!
What's the matter? You not hungry?
Red Rover, Red Rover, send Cujo right over.
Come on, little buddy!
Come on, doggie.
Damn you.
Come on.
Come on, come on. Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Want some of this? Yeah.
Grade A prime American beef.
Come on! Come on, damn you!
What the hell is your problem?
Can't even hit a door.
Come on!
Come on, baby, bring it on!
Yeah, you know you want some of this.
Come on! Whoo!
Right here, right here, right now.
Oh! Oh!
Damn!
Oh, man!
Door, door, door, door, door!
Thanks.
Now that was a plan.
Enterprising, you are.
Expecting you I have been.
What to do now?
You know, Sikozu...
a chance you took to come here.
Understand. By contracting for my service, I am forbidden to reveal anything.
The pathetic bearded one must offer little hope for you to risk my mercy.
Highly ineffective,
but he will fight.
We will be gone before they can reach us.
My worries now are few.
I hope I am not one of them.
Go back.
Divert them astray.
When we withdraw, I shall honor your contribution and take you with us.
Thank you, Warlord.
My blessings.
You're not exactly a team player, are you?
Don't worry, I'm not going to hurt you.
Told Chiana she could do that.
All right, here's the deal.
We're going to be really, really quiet
so the Pirates of the Caribbean don't hear us, okay?
Pilot, tell Miss Booksmart here how many kids you got.
Six before I was joined with Elack.
You're a mommy-killer.
How does that make you feel?
I do not choose my assignments.
I simply follow orders.
Follow orders? I thought you were smart.
You can't come up with something better than that?
I studied harder than you could imagine.
I sacrificed more than you will ever attain.
Do not presume to moralize with your narrow perspective.
Hey.
Listen to what Pilot intercepted.
Returning to retrieve you now, Warlord.
No other suitable Leviathans found.
Grudeks, was the message sent?
Her employers are aware Sikozu's own errors in judgment cost her her life.
Welcome to the universe.
No. No, that's... that's not fair.
That's not right.
I will not have my reputation tainted by a negative report.
Allow me to give you another narrow perspective.
Your options are limited.
So you can either help or we're gonna truss you up
like a Christmas turkey and dump you in the bilge.
Do I have another option?
No.
You have to resist shooting at them. - Yes, I got it.
If the hoses are ruptured in the wrong order you'll create an...
air fuel bomb that will destroy the whole ship.
Yes. Chiana, you don't have to do this if you don't want to.
I said I would, Crichton.
Just go.
Yeah, but if you don't wanna...
Oh, for yotz sake! She gets more blind from drinking raslik.
All right, by popular demand.
All right, when Chiana gets up here, she comes off, bucket of bolts goes on.
It's a zip.
All right, Pip.
Your call.
Let's fly.
- Warlord Ilkog! - What?
- He was falling. - Where?
There, I swear an oath.
What is that?
I'm blind.
Just... just lights and shapes.
Get her down.
Tell me about the hoses.
White. Far right. White hose.
Some kind of mist.
Frozen hydrogen drixoride.
In the center, orange welding pipe.
Black jackhammer on the left.
Where's your frelling arm?!
Stop spinning and reach for it.
What's the order?
Right, left, center. No deviation.
Hydrogen first, right?
Then adding the jackhammer's pressurized brontium
should prevent the explosion from being catastrophic.
Light it up with the welder.
No, not my hand!
Oh! You rajnot!
No. No, no!
No! No!
1812! Covering fire!
Damn it, covering fire!
Fire, you frelnik! Fire!
Left, right, center...
No, right, left, center.
Oh, trat, trat, trat!
Right.
Left.
Center.
Whoo!
Yeah!
Yeah, come on, baby, yeah.
Please, baby, please, baby, please, baby please, baby, please.
Rygel!
Do not drop my hand.
Oh, why am I bothering?
I got ya. I got ya.
I...
Oh. I tried.
Rygel, you bastard!
I tried.
Oh, dren.
No Pilot muerta.
No Crichton muerta.
All right, here's the thing.
You might not want to come with us.
We are not the best traveling companions.
I am going to get my life back.
I will not end up like you.
Okay.
I hate that you're doing this.
The returning Grudek ship would've destroyed us if we hadn't left the Sacred Space.
And we would like to repay our debt before we pass.
You don't owe us anything.
Nevertheless.
If we are able, you shall arrive at the planet where you think your friends may be.
It was your dream, yours and Elack's to die there.
No dream is guaranteed, Commander.
The grace of age is we, we learn to accept.
I'm not coming here anymore.
Why not?
Doesn't change anything. And it makes me sad.
Hmm.
So what's next?
What's left?
Wormholes.
I gotta recreate a ton of equations. The new girl smashed 'em up.
Oh, new.
New is good.
Not always.
Hey, babe. - Thanks.
Who's this?
Um...
No one.