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Previously on Farscape...
Aeryn...
She's carrying my child, my DNA.
Aeryn isn't sure if the child is John Crichton's.
A relationship... is based on trust.
I'm so sorry.
Who saved your life? Who ?
I did.
- What is he doin' here? - He wants asylum.
- Asylum? - I gave my word...
that he would not be harmed, put your weapons down.
- Why did you come here? - To safeguard John Crichton...
... amongst other things.
I will find them again, and when I do...
... they will pay for this humiliation.
Distillate of Laka.
One whiff, and the pain is gone...
... for a time.
It'll help you forget about Aeryn.
And now on Farscape...
Yo, Pilot, you there?
Testing: one, two, three. Uno, dos, tres.
Pilot, I got a... ton of groceries to unload.
Pilot?
Damn, I figured they'd be in range.
Are you eager to see the others again?
Nah, it hasn't been that long.
Still... you miss Aeryn.
Or don't you?
Damn, it's been a few arns since I thought about her.
Then my remedy must be working.
Take it for as long as you need it.
I don't... I don't need it.
It just takes the edge off.
Crichton?
Pilot, there you are. It's about time.
Hey, look, get all hands down to the hangar. I got a boatload of crap for you guys...
Unfortunately, nobody is available to... assist you at the moment.
Well, what are they doing, watching Jeopardy?
Get 'em off their butts.
Let me talk to Cap'n James T. D'Argo.
Captain James T. D'Argo.
Ka D'Argo is currently... helping Rygel with his... laundry.
And Aeryn's writing some...
... poetry.
What about... Chiana and Sikozu?
Enjoying each other's company.
Preparing a meal for...
... everyone but Rygel.
He's... not hungry.
Right, well, tell him to save me a plate. I'm starving. Pod out.
Now, isn't that lovely?
Everyone is getting on so well.
Crickets... Something's wrong.
Maybe the game's not over with, or...
... Scorpy's really loose on the ship.
Bingo.
Moya's got gatecrashers.
An unprecedented reward is offered for information...
... leading to the capture of John Crichton.
If he is taken alive, 15 million currency pledges.
- If dead... - Bay 2.
Acknowledged. Prepare Loading Bay 2 for landing.
Crichton, I've... prepared Bay 2 for landing.
Yeah, just give me a minute to get these crates locked down.
My mixture is ready.
You sure you're gonna be okay out there?
This'll keep me in a vacuum coma for at least three arns.
It's most relaxing. You should try it sometime.
No, thanks. I'm not a big fan of vacuum.
Stand ready. He'll dock within 30 microts.
Wait!
His approach vector's wrong.
Evacuate our boarding craft! We're coming under attack!
Full defensive alert!
Subtitles: PK SUB-66
I SHRINK THEREFORE I AM
He's destroyed our boarding craft.
I begin to see why his bounty is so high.
Keep searching all tiers.
He's aboard somewhere.
Nobody could have survived that explosion.
Crichton must be dead.
Prak!
Crichton's alive... and ingenious.
Tier 9 clear. Moving to tier 10.
Who the frell are you?
Your captor.
Only temporarily.
Let's not prolong this.
Tell Crichton to come to the Command.
Tell him yourself.
The longer it takes for me to capture Crichton...
... the greater the likelihood that one of you will be damaged.
Well, there's no likelihood we're going to help you.
You're certain you won't cooperate?
Why don't you come and undo these cuffs and just see how much I want to cooperate.
Leave him alone. You gain nothing.
Probably, but it costs me nothing.
I could improve those hideous Luxan features.
That would be messier than pain cuffs, but far more entertaining.
Crichton! Surrender at once.
You won't be harmed.
We want you alive...
but if you resist... we'll take it out on your shipmates.
Like so.
Sir, nothing can be salvaged of our boarding craft.
Should I re-enable one of the transport pods?
No! It's slow and weaponless.
We'd be a target for every other bounty hunter in this sector.
I'll send a transmission to the Command Carrier, requesting pickup.
It's too soon.
We'll tell Grayza to come for us only when we've captured Crichton.
As you wish.
Silence!
- You have something? - Maybe.
Aeryn... you know what? I think we should negotiate.
No, I really think we should negotiate.
Right!
Silence!
It's no good. He's gone.
But we know he's in the ducts.
We could pursue him... up there.
Only by making ourselves too vulnerable. No!
We'll draw him out... bring him to us.
Search this tier!
You know your comrade.
Tell me... which one of you does he care for most?
Me, of course.
Aeryn of course, probably Chiana next.
Where will Crichton go now?
Center Chamber for a nice hot Raslak.
He'll go to his quarters, gather all his weapons...
that Tarkan shield belt should help the odds.
Then he'll head for Pilot's Den.
What are you staring at, dranuk?
Find Crichton's quarters.
Search for weapons and a shielding device.
Crichton's quarters. Acknowledged.
He'll also try to free the Pilot. Isn't that right, Crichton?
- Secure the Pilot's Den... Be ready. - Got it.
Hey... if I can distract him...
...can you make a break for it?
You know that run-on-walls trick thing? You know?
Go hide in the neural cluster or something.
- Not with these frelling cuffs on, I can't. - These what cuffs?!
I am so glad we extended your vocabulary.
Listen!
- Play along... - Oh, okay.
I have a very compelling argument for letting us go.
Hey... Soldier Boy. Come here.
Hey, don'cha get... hot in that armor?
Are you trying to entice me?
Maybe.
If I wanted you... I'd take you.
- Should I show you? - Yeah!
- Leave her alone! - Or maybe both of you.
- No, please! Don't hurt them! - Quiet!
Report. Any sign of Crichton?
I'm in his quarters. He hasn't come near.
Scorp?
Scorpius, you son of a bitch.
1812...
Playin' possum, huh?
You think you can get any of your brothers up and runnin'?
Good boy.
Be quiet, though.
No singing.
I'm gonna go scrounge up a blunderbuss.
Oh, relax... You'll see Crichton sooner or later.
A microt before he kills you.
I admire such confidence from the weak and helpless.
John...
I'm not your enemy, be calm.
Oh, I'm calm.
I'm just a little twitchy' cause, uh... you sold us out.
Nothing of the kind.
What, it's just a coinkidink you're runnin' on the loose?
The only reason I escaped capture is because the bounty hunters do not know I'm here.
By the time they got to my cell I was not in it.
Now, how'd that happen? Oh, I know, I know.
- We forgot to lock the door. - The cell door was wholly inadequate.
What are you sayin'?
You opened it with your bare hands?
Gloved hands, yes.
You mean you could'a got out... anytime you wanted?
I never wanted to.
But by the time our attackers arrived, I had to.
Whoever they are...
they have managed to capture Moya's crew in a matter of microts,
but they must not capture you.
- I don't cut and run. - We could not run... if we wished.
They've immobilized all escape craft with magnetic locks,
and disabled the DRDs, all except for that one.
Yeah, 1812's on a different wave length. He's not from Moya.
But if he restarts the others we will have more firepower.
I don't have time for that.
I'm goin'... wabbit hunting.
You can't take them all at once.
How dumb do you think I am?
You take 'em down one by one, the Die Hard way.
By luring them into an ambush.
You could do it with some assistance.
You really think our relationship... has progressed that far?
Just remember whose side you're on.
This is John Crichton... paging the head Cylon. Pick up the phone, Imperious Leader.
Crichton... how pleasant to hear from you.
Let's have a little chat. First off money.
We can pay you more than the Peacekeepers will.
No deal.
Surrender at once.
- And why would I do that? - To reduce the suffering of your crewmates.
It's the only choice you have.
Don't doubt for a microt that you will be captured.
You know, for a guy with no mouth you sure talk big.
Brilliant.
Why don't you come down here and find me, Gort?
Klaatu barada nikto.
- Mission accomplished, John. - Screw you.
He's on the lower tier.
Somewhere in the atmospheric system.
Check the airflow chambers.
Are you looking for someone?
Thank you, John.
Como estas, la cucaracha?
You didn't expect me to give you a loaded weapon, did you?
- Well, yes. - Let's have a look at this guy.
Damn! What the hell is this?
- It's like... Mr. Pumpkinhead. - Organic core.
Bioengineered armor shell.
Crunchy on the outside, chewy on the inside.
- How're your ribs? - As if you care, my armor worked... barely.
- One down... - Five to go.
And you have a weapon that works.
No. This bazooka's outta ammo.
You can have it.
I may well have joined the wrong side.
Dead? How?
Multiple blasts from a large yield weapon.
So...
Crichton's more formidable than I thought.
I told you, but would you listen?
No. They never listen.
Not too late to cut your losses... and run.
Oh, it's still early.
Initiate the containment plan.
All right, I got Winona, an extra pulse pistol...
two pulse rifles... two DRDs, maybe four.
Eight, sixteen, or sixty-four, it won't be enough.
Well, there's always the... pulse chamber overload trick.
If you can lure them close enough.
I'm gonna need a volunteer for a dangerous mission.
The torment continues.
No one asked you.
You! Get to your feet.
What are you going to do with them?
I told you to be silent.
What the frell...?
Get up!
What now? Going for a little walk, are we?
- Something like that. - Hey, hey! Frellnik.
Before you do whatever you've got in mind, let's talk.
If this is about currency, I'm assure I can more than match whatever you're being paid for me.
Delivering you dead would cost me...
but it might just be worth it.
Tell Crichton what you just witnessed.
Crichton, don't talk... just listen.
They've somehow reduced D'Argo in size.
He's alive, but he's no larger than a hand length.
And he's imprisoned inside the head bounty hunter.
And the rest of your crewmates will follow.
So, put away your weaponry.
Killing one of us means you'll be killing one or more of your friends.
Do you understand?
Aeryn's right, don't answer. Keep them guessing.
You see how hopeless it is.
Face the inevitable.
Give yourself up.
Crichton, the device appears to be activated by a combination of numbers on the handset.
I'm told you care for her.
So stop fighting and you'll save her life.
You can't even consider giving up. Grayza... will not let any of you live.
I'm not giving up, and you're the one who looks like crap.
Oh, don't worry about me. I'm merely overheating.
So we've gone from Die Hard to Honey, I Shrunk The Hostages...
- unless that guy is bluffing Aeryn. - I don't think so.
Forgive me, my mind isn't clear, but I seem to recall a Peacekeeper file...
...about a species called the Coreeshi.
- These are our pumpkin people? - Oh, yes!
Capable of constructing organic shells in various forms.
They also... are reputed to possess... reduction technology.
Great.
So now I gotta take these guys down and I can't hurt 'em.
I'm sure that point is a bluff.
To keep their prisoners alive containment must be almost impossible to damage.
I can't take that chance.
Is there another choice?
Wake up.
Hynerian, wake up!
My name isn't 'Hynerian'.
It's Rygel the Sixteenth.
You... may call me 'Dominar'.
This is scarcely the time to obsess about how you're addressed.
Look around you!
One more prison. So what? I've seen far worse.
Do you have any idea how small you are?
You're not exactly a giant yourself.
You have been reduced in size!
You're hardly bigger than a filima bug now!
Except... except this can't be happening.
Can't it?
No... No.
Reduction by... proportionately subtracting atoms would...
...leave our brains too simple to function.
So? Maybe they just made all our atoms smaller.
But then we couldn't breathe normal sized air molecules, don't you see?
No. No.
This isn't happening because... it is not possible.
Your brain isn't functioning.
Do you think this is all just a hallucination?
Do you like that explanation better, hm?
- No... but I simply cannot comprehend how... - Neither can I.
Who cares?
We're here, they did it, and that's that.
You consider yourself intelligent?
Yes, I do.
Then stop behaving like a child.
I am not a child!
No, you're an infant!
You've studied but you haven't experienced.
- You know nothing of life. - And you do?
I've been around long enough to know how ignorant I am.
I don't assume the universe obeys my preconceptions. Ah!
But I know a frelling fact when it hits me in the face.
That's good work.
You're smoking. You know that's not good for you.
The replacement cooling rod Sikozu has formulated...
... does not function as well in times of exertion.
Then don't exert. Hit the bench, go on.
How did you survive this far?
Charm... Good looks...
...Winning attitude.
Here we go.
And batter up.
1812, don't cut it loose till I give you the signal.
I'm hearing something on tier 16.
Treblin side.
- I'll check it out. - Negative! Hold position.
- Devvak, you go in first. - Acknowledged.
Come out, Crichton.
I have Aeryn and Chiana.
If you destroy me, you destroy them.
And you certainly won't destroy me with that.
Pulse chamber overload.
- Not very creative... - 1812!
Bear trap... ugly but creative.
And that... is how we survived.
The containment capsule is... here!
1812... light it up.
What's that?
What's goin' on?
- Contact lost on tier 16. - All hands, get down there now!
There's no more time. Take this!
- We're out? Crichton's got us. - Aeryn, Pip, you okay?
- Oh, yeah! - Over here!
- Run for it, save them! - 1812, this way. Pick it up, pick it up!
Go, John, go!
Who is he?
- Do you think he's worth anything? - Either he's worth something... or he's dead.
You guys all right?
Where are we? I can't see.
You're out of the bounty hunter's body...
but you're still tiny. And you're stuck in a beer can.
And since these cuffs are magnetic we're not going anywhere in a hurry.
Right, first priority we get you guys outta there.
No. First priority is rescuing the others. We can wait.
Right.
Gonna need a new plan.
I'm on it.
Crichton...
Congratulations on retrieving the females.
I assume they're alive and... intact.
Of course, you can't set them free nor restore their size without my help.
I understand you care for them.
I offer a deal.
Turn yourself in, and I'll restore their size and set them free.
Yeah, well, why are you suddenly feelin' so generous?
You're costing me bodies and time.
I'll pass up the bounties I'd earn on the females in exchange for you.
- What about the others? - I'm not that generous.
Maybe... you'll feel more generous... after you've lost a few pints of your own blood.
You know where the others are?
I saw Sikozu get shrunk... but I didn't see where they put her.
Same for D'Argo and Rygel.
I... I used my visions.
Everything slowed down and I... I know how they do the shrinking.
- How's that? - The armor. Left arm. There's a keypad.
I know the codes for shrinking, and I... I know the codes to get the cuffs off.
That's good work, Chi.
It's too bad we don't have some of that armor ourselves.
What do we have?
We got you, me, a couple of DRDs, and some weapons that only tickle the bad guys.
What happened to the old woman?
- Any idea who he is? - No.
He was working with Crichton?
He's the only reason Crichton got away.
Crichton was hit in the leg.
He was leaking vital fluids in the passageway.
If you can't capture a wounded target...
... you'll be leaking vital fluids as well.
Get moving!
Well, well... Scorpius.
- How's the ride? - We're all right.
I'm still blind.
Maybe... maybe it won't go away.
It's okay. Your sight's always come back before.
Maybe this is one time too many...
W...what if it doesn't come back?
Well, using your sight the way you did... may be the only thing that saves us.
Without those codes we'll never return to normal size.
It's just the dark.
You don't know what's coming, and ah... there's nothing you can do.
I hate that feeling.
Wake up!
Why are you here?
Because you captured me.
- That won't work on me. - So you know.
Did you think that armor would fool me?
- I know what you are. - Then you should bow down!
Entropy will claim the universe before I bow down to a Scarran!
Even one of the Ruling Order?
Particularly... the Ruling Order.
Grafting yourself... into a Coreeshi exoskeleton?
- How ingenious! - Yes...
How many Peacekeepers have dealt with you... not knowing you're a Scarran spy?
Too many to count.
You're not after Crichton for the bounty.
You want to take him back to your masters.
We're eager to learn why both you and...
...Commandant Grayza are so interested in him.
But... capturing you is a bonus beyond measure.
It shall be my honor to return you to your birthplace.
It will be my honor... to see you dead!
Not likely.
Yeah! That's gonna work.
All right. I got the plan. How's my breath?
Death... by laser guillotine.
- Four DRDs... clothesline the suckers. - And not harm their captives?
Might work. Probably won't.
Don't be small-minded.
- Chiana, how're the peepers? - Good.
Makin' out colors and shapes.
Right. Well, you two talk amongst yourselves, I got work to do.
- Crichton! - Bastard!
Sorry about that.
Enjoy the ride, Scorpius.
Ka D'Argo... overcome your lethargy now.
Moya's crew is in danger.
Where the frell are we, and what are you doing here?
You have a comms. Signal Crichton immediately.
Answers first.
All right.
All the brothers down with the plan? Be quiet.
How're my little inaction figures?
I can see, but it's... it's all blurry.
Right. If I get the time, I'll... do something about that.
After I release two of your arms, you'll open an encoded channel...
... on a vector and frequency I designate.
If you do anything else... I'll kill you... and then this Leviathan.
I'll do as you say.
A Scarran spy?
He intends to capture Crichton. Not for the Peacekeepers, but for the Scarrans.
Crichton needs to know this. He cannot fall into Scarran hands.
Why should I believe you?
Wait...
Scarran military code.
He's signaling to a dreadnought... to come get him and his prisoners.
Bounty hunters may have spared Moya.
The Scarrans won't.
John?
- John, can you hear me? - Yeah. Hidey-ho, D. Where are you?
Fine. I'm in some sort of cylindrical prison. Look, it doesn't matter. Can you trust Scorpius?
More today than yesterday. Why?
He thinks we might have a Scarran on our hands.
And that the Scarran is calling in a dreadnought.
Interesting.
That could be useful.
Thanks.
John, the Scarran's forcing Pilot to transmit the message now.
Right. Keep me posted.
Found him.
Cargo bay. Tier 20.
I've got treblin side. You take hamman side.
Watch for traps.
Almost in position. Go in 10 microts.
Oh, crap! Best laid plans.
Oh, hell, this is gonna hurt.
We've got Crichton. Tier 20. Cargo bay.
Hold him there. I'll come shortly.
No acknowledgement of my signal?
Not yet.
What was that?
- They... they said they had Crichton. - Maybe it's part of the trap.
I hope... it's part of the trap.
Henchmen...
Always the last to know and the first to get hurt.
I've got some bad news for you guys. Your... boss...
-... he's not a battlebot, he's a Scarran. - Ridiculous.
Well, take the can opener to him. Find out for yourself...
but you better do it quick because he's just called for a dreadnought ...
... to take him back to Scarranburg.
All right. Go check it out. He's in Pilot's Den right now.
Well, why don't you have Pilot play back the message...
... and you can have your chief explain why he's talkin' in Scarran?
Fellas... I got no axe to grind.
Peacekeepers, Scarrans... I'm dead either way.
You guys... crap man, you oughta be concerned.
What's it gonna cost you to check it out?
Nothin'.
I'm lyin'?
You can take it outta my hide, but if I'm tellin' the truth?
Yeah... we're gonna smoke the peace pipe.
Watch him!
Axikor.
What are you doing here?
- Open your armor. - Why?
To prove you are a Coreeshi, and not a Scarran!
Don't be foolish.
Open it... now!
Man, I hope you guys are still under warranty.
1812, get these arms off quick!
You... killed him.
You can be next.
- Transmission? - Yes.
That a girl.
All right, Chiana, start teachin' me those combinations.
Will do.
The dreadnought signals it won't risk traveling to Moya.
- Not with a command carrier in the area. - That's good.
He's been ordered to make his own way off Moya, and to rendezvous with the dreadnought elsewhere.
Well... that's bad.
Oh, God, it's still warm.
Okay...
Nurse, I am, uh... ready for surgery.
First thing: the cuffs.
- So far, so good. - Excellent.
Beer can's next.
Damn, no winners there.
Hey! How about that? I got a tadpole!
Crichton, get us out of here! Make us normal size.
- Please! - I don't know about that Rygel.
Chiana only gave me the codes for makin' things smaller, not bigger. I don't wanna blow you up.
John!
John, we're on the move again. I think the Scarran's making a run for it.
He may try and steal a transport pod.
Actually, if he wants something faster, he may try and steal Aeryn's prowler.
- Frell ! - Right. I'll try and cut him off at the pass.
1812, keep an eye on the little people.
He'll never beat the Scarran to the prowler.
- Hey, where you goin'? - Sit tight.
Crichton!
I'll disable the prowler. You take care of the Scarran.
Fire.
You should pick on somebody your own size.
Hiya, fellas.
John!
Crichton. Excellent.
Scorpius will have someone to keep him company on his journey.
Back to Scarranburg? I don't think so.
- Get big code. - You're mine now...
Crap! Hope I can do this.
So, you're an upper-class Scarran? Not like the horse-faces I'm used to.
- You'll soon be meeting more of me. - Remind me to shave.
One small step for man.
E donde esta la cucaracha?
John, what the frell are we gonna do with Scorpius?
Man, I just don't know. He could'a gone to ground, but he... he didn't.
He put is his ass on the line for us, I guess. I don't know, I just...
- John... - I just don't know... D, look!
Bottom line.
I don't think we have a cage that's gonna hold the son of a bitch.
- I agree with you on all counts. - Yeah.
We should still keep a close eye on him at all times.
Twenty-four/seven.
- Crichton? - Yeah, Ryge?
There's a wrinkled old woman floating outside the forward portal.
Whoa. Gigantic oops. Can you do me a favor?
Pop outside the tier 3 treblin side hatch and haul Granny in?
- Noranti... is outside? - Yeah, don't-don't ask. She...
... she's got some red Play-Doh in her pocket.
- Dose her with that when she gets in and she should be all right. - It's taken care of.
- Officer Sun. - Yes, Pilot?
Commander Crichton and I would like your advice...
- before we broach a topic with Captain D'Argo. - Go ahead.
In view of the continuing danger we face in Peacekeeper space,
and even in the Uncharted Territories... and given that the Scarrans will also be looking for us now...
I'm reluctantly forced to consider traveling into Tormented Space.
Aeryn, you know what that is?
Aeryn?
Um.... it's a place where neither Peacekeepers nor Scarrans will travel.
Right. It's a rough neighborhood.
A bit hard to know.
Few credible reports have made it back from there since.
Those who go there usually vanish.
Navigation there is extremely hazardous.
Many ships have been lost.
The area is reputed to be a nexus of wormholes.
So I've been told.
And Moya is cool with that?
She's understandably reticent to go there,
but... she sees no other choice.
- Nor do I, Pilot. - Well, look on the bright side.
It can't be any worse than some of the places we've been lately.
Trust me.
It can.
Subtitles: PK SUB-66 (Evilman, Ferllings, Krack & Shuluk)
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