Previously on Farscape.
You will never get the wormhole tech from me.
I merely want to safeguard it,
and hope that when the inevitable Scarran bloodbath begins,
you make the appropriate choices.
Oh, so you're here to be John's protector.
Scorpius is here, looking for the key to what is inside my head.
He will use you and the baby and I will not be able to stop him.
D'Argo, Rygel and Scorpius are boarding Lo'La.
I gotta go. I gotta go look after Scorpius.
We should do it together.
No, you know we can't do that together.
Besides, you gotta look after the girls.
That's not fun.
It's more fun than mental arts training camp.
Grayza does not want Earth.
Grayza wants you.
Why do I always attract the psychos?
Braca, prepare the Marauders.
Set course for our meeting with the Scarrans.
Yes, ma'am.
What shall I do?
Stall her, Braca.
I'm not given to exaggeration, but the future of Peacekeeper survival depends on you.
And now, on Farscape.
Rygel, what is wrong with you?
I don't think I've ever seen you not eat for so long.
I'm learning self-discipline that Katoya taught me.
Besides, none of you can cook.
Well you could cook for yourself.
I really should cook something for the girls.
They're due back. They'll be hungry when they get here.
They are overdue, I believe.
You brought us to a dead Leviathan?
The carcass has been fused to this planetoid to house a commerce settlement.
It's an unimpressive settlement. I doubt we'll find what we're looking for.
If we want to camouflage Moya against long-range scans, this is the place.
Well, it doesn't look like it.
Well, if you were selling outlawed mods, would you want everyone knowing about it?
See these humble stores?
They also sell genetic transformations,
This way, come on.
Hey, hey, hey.
We want to speak to Rekka.
Sure you've stumbled onto the right... dead Leviathan?
I know you are his negotiator.
And I also know you make your deals in this pile of dren.
Perhaps you'd like a private table.
First round on the house.
Care to hear our specials?
Not unless you have a discount on sensor distorters.
Sensual consorters?
Is that some sort of pleasure toy?
Look, I know you have to check us out. That's your job. That's fine.
But now that you know that I know what I'm talking about,
I suggest you start taking us seriously.
I'd love to take you.
Seriously.
Won't your grandmother object?
Don't drink them. They're drugged.
A suggestibility potion, perhaps?
Such an old trick.
My apologies to you.
And professional admiration for your skills.
- Thank you. - May we see Rekka now?
Tell me what you need. What do you want?
We need a sensor distorter for our ship, to fool long-range scans.
And what do you want to look like?
An ore freighter.
A fast pleasure yacht with a jacuzzi.
What about several choices of energy signatures?
Well I'll need to check your sensor modulator.
Do you ladies know what that looks like?
Gee... I guess we do.
That's partly organic. Leviathan.
Very good.
Distorter will only fool a warship if your movements exactly match your new identity.
Is your Pilot that good?
Yes. - No.
Your problem, not mine.
Leviathans need custom builds.
I'm going to have to take your modulator.
That'll leave Moya half-blind.
It'll take four arns. - Four?
And 19,000 crinders. - What?!
And we'll give you some complimentary tokens to the facilities of your choice.
How about...
I offer you some complimentary choices?
Would that lower your price?
30,000.
And if it's that, 40,000.
Be nice.
16,000.
Half up front.
Meet us at your Pod.
Do you know where it is?
Yes, we know where it is.
Be there in four arns.
That's too long.
Our deal, our rules.
Take these tokens and enjoy yourselves in the meantime.
Do we trust them?
Of course not.
What do we do?
Just keep an eye on them, Chi.
16,000 crinders. Not bad.
Not bad at all.
Now what?
Wait a minute. Where's Noranti?
Oh, frell. Get down. There's Peacekeepers.
What? How many?
Grayza, Braca, four SSDs.
No, they could not have followed us here. That is impossible.
Unless someone tipped them.
You are sure they're coming, ma'am?
Of course I'm sure.
Keep searching.
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.
Chiana?
Chiana, can you hear me?
Why are the Comms frelled?
Peacekeepers must've jammed them, Aeryn.
We need to stick together.
One weapon I have. Six of them.
And two outlaws who are on the same side.
Noranti, there are six Peacekeepers.
Grayza, Braca, four SSD commandos.
Can you find Chiana ? Can you warn her?
We've got four long arns to stay low.
Yes, yes, of course.
As I see it we have several choices.
We can follow Grayza, find out what she's up to,
or we can stay out of sight.
Say.
May I serve you? - Yeah.
I'm just looking for two gentleman that just came through here.
One's tall, dark hair.
The other one's, um, bald on top, shorter, hair out sideways.
I haven't seen anyone of that description.
Are you, uh, quite sure?
Mm-hmm.
What's in there?
Services.
Expensive services.
Well, I don't mind expensive services.
As long as they're worth paying for.
Do you hear that? - Certainly do.
Unusual sonic pattern. - Double-winged.
Sounds like a Stryker. - I agree.
Fastest ship in the Scarran fleet.
But what the frell is it doing here?
And Grayza seems to recognize it, too.
...information.
Yes.
What are you gonna do now?
Nebari nu anits.
What's that?
We begin the manipulation here.
Ooh...
You carry a lot of tension in your skrillum.
Oh, yeah. Tell me about it.
Ooh...
How does this feel?
Yeah, yeah, dig deeper.
Deeper, yeah.
How's this?
That s drad.
Hey, uh, the reason why I'm...
I'm really tense is because I've been following these... these two Sebacean males
and I, uh, I think they came in here.
And I-I was wondering if you could help me out.
I can't move.
Well, pinch of pressure on the milla-nerve
paralyzes Nebari from the neck down.
Permanently?
That depends.
Look... I'm just a runaway Nebari.
A crook, just like everybody else.
Just... ask... ask Rekka.
Rekka?
Ah, frell.
You know, I-I-I forgot to tell him something, and...
and it would be really great if you could help me out.
You have any idea what else we sell here?
Yeah. Genetic modification.
Shape changes.
That's right.
And whoever buys a transformation kit also buys confidentiality.
So he's probably just walked straight by me.
Gizah!
A Scarran.
Nah-ka set-at koth sekan devock!
Di-fan vivock!
Scarran delegation. One's a member of the Ruling Caste.
Four Charrid escorts.
One commander, one adjutant, four warriors.
Same as the other side. - Which implies a meeting.
Why? Why would she meet with them? - Grayza clearly isn't interested in us.
So if we go and get the modulator,
this provides a perfect opportunity for us to leave...
No, no, no, no, no. This is a perfect opportunity for us to stay.
Otherwise, we learn nothing.
Does this look like an official conference to you?
On a remote planet with no Scarran proconsul? No.
Exactly. She's most likely exceeding her authority.
If we could somehow make Peacekeeper High Command privy to that...
They will relieve her of her duty.
We get her off our backs.
There's an awful lot of "if's," Aeryn.
Have we been in a more fortuitous position to try than now?
How could I possibly serve you?
I'm looking for a Nebari girl. This high, kind of grey...
Marella!
Another one?
Ah, there she is. Psst!
We have to go find the Pod now and go to the modulator,
because there are visitors here that we'd rather not run into.
Are you frelled? - We're all frelled.
Grayza and Braca are here with four SSD commandos.
Grayza and Braca?
Oh, you've seen them, too.
No, no, no. Aeryn?
Can you hear me?
Oh, no, no, no, no. She can't.
What's with the Comms? They're pranged.
Peacekeepers. Jamming.
Oh come on, we've gotta go.
Peacekeepers.
A Nebari female...
Commandos.
...report immediately to a Peacekeeper.
Transform us.
Full genetic modification.
Good enough to, uh, to pass DNA scan.
But you have to select a species before we can...
Well, we're not really that choosy. - No, no, not, not, not...
Maybe... maybe big loomas.
Yeah, yeah, yeah. Yeah.
Eyes? Eyes would be great. - Oh, eyes!
Oh, you choose. - Yes, you choose.
Nothing too special.
Well, I'll do this one, you service her.
Come on.
The site is secure.
You won't mind if we confirm that for ourselves?
If you feel it necessary.
My troops are continuing to patrol the area.
How reassuring.
We're too far away.
This magnifies sound as well as image.
Tell me what's happening, or I'll take over.
Commandant Grayza.
Minister Ahkna.
That is War Minister Ahkna. Third in rank in the Scarran fleet.
Wow.
You've abided by the terms of this meeting?
Exactly as we agreed.
You'll have to take my word for it.
You've been conditioned to resist Scarran mind probing.
We all have.
Oh, my...
What? - Shh.
Will you take my word on that, or will you waste more time testing us?
I dislike wasting time.
Why are you here?
As I communicated.
I want peace.
Everyone wants peace.
But what price will you pay to achieve it?
What if I were to offer you...
the Luxan territories?
Frell.
Will you tell me?
Grayza says she's willing to cede all the Luxan worlds to the Scarrans
in exchange for peace.
What?
She can't mean it.
The Peacekeepers and Luxans have a mutual defense pact.
Grayza has to be bluffing. She can't fulfill that promise.
The Luxans would go to war.
And how long could the Luxans hold out against the Scarrans
without the support of the Peacekeepers?
If that really is Grayza's intention we can't let her go through with it.
I doubt we could talk her out of it, Aeryn.
I wasn't thinking about talking.
I have a gun.
You would assassinate Grayza?
She'd do the same to us.
All right. Then what? Do you have any plan of escape?
Run.
Anything more detailed, Aeryn?
Run quickly.
And what if we run into more opposition than we can handle?
You have the conversation with D'Argo about why his worlds were obliterated.
In return for dominion over the Luxan territories,
the Scarrans will relinquish all claims to the disputed sectors of the Uncharted Territories.
Disputed sectors being...
Everywhere beyond the Kellek Nebula.
Hardly an equitable exchange.
More than equitable.
The Luxan worlds are wealthy.
There's little of value in the Uncharted Territories.
So, why would you make such an exchange?
Especially now.
The Luxans are your allies.
High Command already regrets that decision.
Luxans are warriors, not diplomats.
They are a liability to our peace efforts.
So... you would just abandon them?
Yes.
For the greater good.
We are also aware of how long you have coveted their resources.
In the same way you've coveted the expansion room
the Uncharted Territories would give you.
Each party gains advantages and a costly war is averted.
You would never get your Council to support such a treaty.
A majority of the counselors already support me.
They are ready for a change of leadership.
You... would seize power?
For the greater good.
The beneficial effects of this treaty will also, of course,
speed your ascent through the Scarran Hierarchy.
I need no help in that regard.
Ah.
How many cycles ago was your father deposed?
How long since your last promotion?
Too long.
But then, I don't resort to the methods you utilize to advance.
Would you have a weapon in your armory and leave it unused,
out of squeamish good taste?
Captain Braca.
It's all right. Yes?
We have word of a Nebari female somewhere in the settlement.
Description matches the escapee Chiana.
Stay here.
I'll check it out.
You. Nebari female.
You look fine. - I look hideous.
No wisdom creases, no memory lines.
My eye! - Whoa.
Look, I've earned all these things and I...
Shut your wacket hole. Let me do the talking, okay? Okay.
We're looking for a female Nebari.
You.
We're looking for a Nebari. Female.
Well, then try Sooret's.
Level three.
Any kind of... of female you could care for.
Right.
Hands off.
I'm not on the market.
Besides, I don't even like men.
What are you doing? - DNA scan.
- Be quiet.
Oh, quiet? Quiet, my eema. - No match.
Just because you've got a fancy uniform... - Old woman.
...does that make you important? - Ooh. What is that?
What is that? - Drugs?
Ooh! I don't need drugs. I've got true love.
You don't need drugs if you've got true love.
You. Have you seen a Nebari female?
Well, I wouldn't know one if it bit me on the prang.
Though that could be fun.
Gray girl. Thin. Young.
Good looking? - Mmm.
We only ever notice the good looking ones.
I said I would do the talking.
Well, you didn't say all the talking.
I thought we did rather well.
Come on.
We've gotta get back to Aeryn before the treatment wears off.
They're still arguing about how to carve up the Uncharted Territories.
But you still believe that Ahkna wants the deal to go ahead?
Yes, I do.
So you would approve a division point at the Lanthal system.
In principle, yes.
Then it would seem we have an agreement.
First, let's talk about disarmament.
I'm not prepared to discuss that.
At present, I'll deal only with territory, not weapons.
Unsatisfactory.
You claim you have military superiority.
We do more than claim!
Yet you will not even talk about arms reduction.
We are prepared to coexist in peace, but not to make ourselves vulnerable.
There are some in our hierarchy who believe you are already vulnerable.
That your claims to military superiority are exaggerated.
Perhaps the loss of our Dreadnought was only an experiment,
that you haven't been able to repeat or,
perhaps it wasn't you who did it.
If this is so, why should we settle for peace?
Because you would lose a war.
Ahkna's suspicious.
She thinks the Peacekeepers might be lying about having wormhole weapons.
The fear of wormhole weapons is the only thing stopping Scarrans
from invading Peacekeeper space.
Without them thinking they've got those weapons everyone's frelled.
Grayza is making out a document. Ahkna is looking it over.
Okay.
It's time to intervene.
Maintain intruder alert.
Wait. - Full search pattern.
The treaty appears satisfactory.
It is.
Your captain should bear witness.
There is no need to wait for him, if you're ready.
Pennoch. Bear witness.
It's too late. They've already signed.
Kill her anyway. They will never enforce a treaty if she's dead.
I can't get a shot.
There was no Nebari, ma'am.
No matter, Captain Braca.
This... was an historic day.
Congratulations.
Pennoch.
Ahkna, you are a fool.
This is an act of war.
I assure you, Commandant, you won't be missed.
You would not dare murder me.
We merely want to speak in much more detailed terms about your wormhole capabilities.
You already know that you'll learn nothing.
No, not here.
But our facilities are so much better on Katratzi.
They'll interrogate her now.
What happens when they learn the truth about wormhole weapons?
They won't.
We can't let them.
Sikozu? - Shh.
Frell.
Go.
What the frell happened to you two?
We needed a camouflage to fool the DNA scans. - It isn't permanent.
Have you got the modulator? - Not yet.
What are Scarrans doing here? - Doesn't matter.
Whatever it takes, get the modulator and meet us at the Pod.
Right.
Go.
Right, we're low on weapons.
Well, I didn't bring any guns. I don't have any guns.
What can you do? What can you make?
Fyang powder. It's a wonderful substance.
It'll put anyone to sleep instantly. - Good.
Except I don't have any. - Not good.
However, this looks like mayla spores. They're very powerful.
Scarrans, Charrids. Will it work on them?
I've never tried on either.
Ahkna, this blunder will cost you dearly.
Hmm. The blunder was yours, Commandant.
You've just guaranteed yourselves a war you cannot win.
Our wormhole technology will decimate your planet.
You terrify me.
Do we need this one?
Yes, we do.
When he no longer has a use, may I be the one to dispose of him?
Yes, you may.
Let us prepare the Stryker and summon the Dreadnought to the rendezvous point.
We won't be long.
How are you going, Noranti?
Preparing mayla spores takes time.
And spit.
We never have enough time.
I don't have enough spit.
But I'm doing what I can.
All right. They took Grayza and Braca into Bay Nine
but their Stryker's still powered down.
So, we have enough time to... - No. Two Charrids came back out.
They're heading this way now. - Two?
You heard Ahkna's orders.
If you see a Peacekeeper Commando shoot to kill.
Identify yourself. - Don't shoot.
I know who you are.
What are you doing?
And I know who you're looking for.
You don't have to harm me.
I can show you where to find the ones you're seeking.
Tell me where they are.
Just a microt. My nose. I...
I... need...
I need a...
Aah! - Just a sneeze. I'm sorry.
I said I could help to find the ones you seek, and I will show you.
Right now, there's one behind you.
Right there. A Peacekeeper.
Yeah. I must remember to get more mayla spores.
Yes. That was good. Thank you.
Now, I know it's not your color, but...
It'll get us into Bay Nine.
Oh, please, let me go.
I'm not a Peacekeeper.
I don't even know any Peacekeepers.
You've got the wrong young female.
Oh, please, please.
I'm being attacked by one...
by two... of you.
Hey, gorgeous.
Hello.
That leaves us one Charrid, two Scarrans...
And two Peacekeepers, Commandant.
Frell.
Aeryn Sun.
Exceptional work.
And congratulations on your Luxan treaty.
For that alone I shall kill you both.
Aeryn...
Alive, I can repudiate that treaty.
But you proposed it, and you signed it.
And if the Scarrans had not betrayed me, I'd have stood by it.
We could have lived in peace.
Without me, how are you planning to get past the Command Carrier
that's orbiting this dead Leviathan?
If I'm not back at the Pod in half an arn, you go without me.
What?! - Go.
I'll cover. - Move.
- Into... into the cafe. - Into the cafe!
No. The Pod is that way.
No, Noranti, we're going to wait here for Aeryn.
Aeryn is dead by now. - I said keep moving...
- She's right. ...to the back.
Killing Charrids is one thing, but two Scarrans?
I said, shut up!
It was a great sacrifice on her part.
It isn't over. She will survive.
Alone? She's got no chance.
Maybe you should go and help her and I'll take these two to the Pod.
No, Noranti. We have one weapon.
The Scarrans will be here any microt.
This area is undefendable.
Might I suggest... - Shut up!
If we stay, we die.
It would be a great pity if Aeryn's death were for nothing.
She's not dead.
This way. - Find the Marauder. We must leave immediately.
Why did you do that?
We don't like trespassers.
This is my Pod, okay?
I got transformed.
Look.
Look at me. It's me.
Uh, seriously now, we do have a strict policy.
Nobody steals our client's ships.
Noranti. Noranti.
You right?
Up you get.
I swear to you, I've been genetically transformed to fool the Peacekeepers.
You gave me the frelling tokens.
It's her.
Are you sure?
They didn't transform her tongue.
In that case,
here's your modulator, with the sensor distorter installed.
You do still want this?
Plug it into the Nee-la trunk.
Your Pilot will feel his options.
Hey.
Do I get a discount for being knocked out?
We should charge you more for guarding your Pod.
- What's going on?
Thanks for your patronage.
Are you all right?
Yeah.
Let's get this Pod started.
Shouldn't we wait for Aeryn?
We'll wait half an arn, like she said.
So where is she?
You all right?
Where are the Scarrans? What if they get here first?
If the Scarrans get here first, then we leave immediately.
Because Aeryn is as good as dead.
It's almost time.
No. We need to find Aeryn.
Wait, Chiana, please.
For once in your life, exercise some self-control.
I am exercising self-control. I'm not blasting off your head.
Stop, stop. She's coming.
Oh, thank jung. - Are you all right?
Yes, I'm fine.
All right. Sit down and hold on.
Pilot, any word? - Yes, Ka D'Argo.
As you speak, a Transport Pod is approaching at high speed.
Have they signaled distress? - No.
Have we signaled Rygel's distress?
Inadvisable, as that would confirm our position to the Scarran warship pursuing them.
Pilot, Starburst as soon as they're aboard.
I am already preparing, Captain.
Stand by for Starburst.
Now.
Do you really need to do that?
Remarkable.
Well, changing my genetics changes my scent.
Is it permanent?
Do you want it to be?
I prefer the elegant gray.
You paid too much.
Ah. You don't even know if I paid.
It was still too much. I'll reimburse you double if you can cook for me.
I may never cook again.
Noranti, please!
It's not your fault.
We had her. We let her go.
Well, you're here, she's not. I'll take that trade.
She tried to strike a deal. Ahkna wouldn't go for it.
The Scarrans must be dead set on war.
That s Scorpy s line.
Let someone else lose sleep over it tonight.
What should we lose sleep over?
Careful.
Everyone, despite our Starburst, the Scarran warship is still in pursuit,
at the extreme edge of Moya's senses.
How did they find us so fast?
Try a homing beaon.
Pilot.
I'm not detecting any signals.
John's right. Must be a beacon. Chiana.
Nope, nothing in the Pod. Still looking.
I am certain the sensor distorter contains no transmitter or homing beacon, of any sort.
All right, it's not the hardware. Try the software. Pilot?
Adjusting now.
Anything from that planet. Anything.
You know, it could be her. We were separated.
I did not betray you.
What?
You want me to undress?
The DRDs detect nothing from either Sikozu, Chiana or Noranti.
Nothing from Aeryn either.
A tier-by-tier search of this vessel would be the unavoidable next step.
There's no time for that.
The Scarran warship is now on the on the edge of Moya's sense horizon.
Have they found us again?
Frell me.
Soon enough.
Can Moya Starburst?
Not for some time.
Activate the sensor distorter.
It is not ready yet.
How long until the warship identifies us?
Perhaps 200 microts.
I hate to say it, but... - Then don't.
No one is chasing Moya and Pilot.
It might be better just to leave them.
Are we gonna do this? Bail?
Safest for Moya.
And what about the...
Baby? What about the baby?
What?
Where's the beacon, Aeryn?
We don't know.
Where's the beacon, Aeryn?
We don't know. - Crichton, what...
Wait!
Where's the beacon?
Crichton, what are you doing?
Where's the beacon? It's a simple question.
Where's the beacon?
We don't know where the beacon is.
Crichton, what are you doing?
- Where's the beacon? - Where's the baby?
Where's the baby? Where's the beacon?
Beacon, baby, beacon, baby.
Whose beacon?
Whose baby?
Who's the beacon?
Who's the baby?
Whose baby is it? Who's the daddy, Aeryn?
Aeryn, who's the daddy? D'Argo, tell her who the daddy is.
We don't know who the daddy is.
Right, we don't know...
who.
Say "baby," Aeryn.
Aeryn, say "baby."
Say "baby."
Spell it.
A, B, C, D,
E, F, G,
H, I, J...
Where's Aeryn, Aeryn?
A bioloid.
What's a bioloid?
That.
30 microts, everyone, until a Scarran warship is close enough to identify us.
Pilot, I have temporarily patched the sensor distorter to your neural pathway.
I feel it.
There is a choice of signatures.
A Scarran ore freighter, and mimic its movements.
Engaging now.
The Scarran warship is signaling.
Okay, let's hear it.
Ko-nach! Ko-nach!
Frez-ne Ko-nach! Frez-ne Ko-nach!
My mother tongue.
You.
Nach-ko Frey-za Kalish-ah.
Nak-ca Leh-vi-a-than?
Lee! Eel-ca dir Stir-berk!
Bac-du karekko o nailn tra marden,
ska brecarro, pelotin.
Az Ko-nich.
The warship is breaking off and accelerating away.
What did you say to them?
I told them that we saw a Leviathan Starburst a moment ago,
that we were afraid it was going to board us, and I thanked them for scaring it away.
Homing device, found in what's left of its neural processor.
That device confining Grayza was not meant to transport her.
No. It replicates living flesh.
We've known about it for some time, but never encountered the result.
Effective technique.
No rescue attempt while they're at their leisure to torture Grayza.
And now, her duplicate spies on the Peacekeepers.
Then why did they take Aeryn?
I got away.
She got caught.
Maybe they thought this creature would bring back Grayza.
Or Crichton.
Sikozu.
You okay?
No.
You know, it's not Aeryn.
It was never Aeryn.
We're not gonna give up on her, John.
Sikozu said the Scarrans are taking Grayza to a place called Katratzi.
Maybe that's where Aeryn is now.
She could be anywhere out there.
But we're not gonna let her go.
I give you my word.