Previously on Farscape.
We're not gonna give up on her, John.
I gave you a chance.
Where is Crichton?
I don't know.
I'm gonna need your help,
Mr. Scarran half-breed.
Aeryn for wormholes.
I will help if you taste.
I know why she's reacting like this.
Stop. - Do not interfere.
She's with child.
Scarran heat probe will kill a pregnant Sebacean.
Whose child is inside you?
Is it John Crichton's?
I don't know.
If this is Crichton's child,
we could learn all he knows about the wormholes from this fetal DNA.
Get me out!
Out!
And now, on Farscape.
The Scarran Border Station has given us permission to dock.
Moya senses three other vessels present.
One is our own Transport Pod.
Well that means Sikozu made it okay.
Getting here is the easy part. - She'll be fine.
The Scarrans will just think she's another Kalish bureaucrat.
Yeah, and I'm supposed to be a Peacekeeper.
I love waiting to see how things go south.
All vessels en route to Katratzi
must stop for inspection and quarantine.
The procedure takes five solar days.
Any vessel lacking the proper security clearance beacon will be destroyed on sight.
That's very reassuring.
We will find her.
We'll get Aeryn back.
No matter what.
Docking completed.
Permit station personnel to board, but monitor them.
I understand, Captain Wentrask.
Wentrask?
Let's just pretend they aren't.
Captain Wentrask?
I am Dr. Trayso Talnell, Chief Medical Officer.
Yes, yes, yes. Another Kalish functionary. Are these necessary?
Your entire vessel must be checked for contraband and contaminants.
We have neither aboard.
I should hope not.
A, um, Peacekeeper?
You are remarkably perceptive.
How do you come to have a Peacekeeper aboard?
What gave you the impression I answer to you?
With due respect, Captain, you will either respond to my inquiries
or you will be denied entry into Scarran space.
Understood?
The Peacekeeper is a spy for the Scarrans.
Also on board we have a Nebari and a Hynerian.
They are spies as well.
The Hierarchy will not look kindly on a Kalish
who obstructs their delivery.
Understood?
Do you have anything to eat on board this station?
Refreshments may be obtained in the station commons.
Be aware that no weapons are permitted on the station, and...
you will be checked.
Our Sentinels are programmed to shoot and kill any armed visitors.
Keep an eye on that.
All the visitors you get, all the fantastic technology you get to work with...
Looks like she's found a new friend.
One of her own kind.
Oh. And not too bad looking, at that.
Sikozu thinks with her head, not her kuzitza.
Yeah, that's her problem.
We were smart to send her ahead.
The Kalish are definitely running things around here.
They are a conquered species.
They serve the Scarrans in order to survive.
You mean, they're collaborators.
I'll bet you could. Diplomatic missions throughout Tormented Space.
You must lead an interesting life.
Suppose so.
I'm getting tired of the incessant travel, though.
I envy you and your stable position here.
Running this station isn't stable.
It's boring.
Karohm, your work isn't boring in the slightest.
Maybe we should trade jobs.
I must get back.
Meet me later.
In a while.
Got anything to tell me?
Aeryn is here.
Say that again.
Aeryn is here.
Where? - In the Scarran freighter.
The Scarran freighter has finished its time in quarantine
and it's leaving in half an arn.
This won't harm the baby, but it will keep you docile.
See?
I could make things so much easier for you.
If only you'd trust 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.
Half an arn? What can we do in half an arn?
We grab our guns and we kick in some doors.
We wouldn't even pass through this station.
The Scarran Sentinels are programmed to kill any non-station personnel carrying weapons.
We have a hold card.
D'Argo and Noranti are hanging back in Lo'La.
If D'Argo's ship attacked a Scarran freighter,
a fleet of Scarran warships would instantly be dispatched after us.
Besides, the freighter has Aeryn as a hostage.
We have a far greater chance here than at any Scarran military base.
Hence we need to keep that freighter here long enough to come up with a plan.
Pass me all that food.
It's a hell of a time to be eating, Rygel.
I have an idea. Get me more.
The freighter will be clear to depart within a quarter arn.
Time enough for a refreshment.
A Scarran Captain with a Charrid sidekick, just like Sikozu said.
He charged you far too much for that raslek. One of your many weaknesses.
Povek neetranko.
Povek.
May we speak?
Leave us.
Now, listen carefully. My name is Captain Wentrask.
My mission demands absolute secrecy.
My proof code is zenark devra zenark prida.
Ministry of Dissimulation?
Well, don't worry, Captain, you have little to fear from me.
I have no interest in spies and their intricate games.
I am Jenek in command of freighter.
You have your mission and I have mine.
So, as it should be.
A half-breed.
Of no concern to us.
Ready the ship to leave.
It's time.
You're doing good.
You're doing great.
Why do you keep on struggling?
You know it won't do you any good.
Must I keep sedating you?
Must you keep making things difficult for yourself?
There's no point in fighting.
You know that.
- That's enough. - You're gonna bust a gut.
That's enough, all right. Give me a microt.
Sebacean?
From the freighter. Sikozu thinks she's a nurse.
Not good. It's another person you've gotta fool.
- This will be convincing. - Stand back.
Hey, you all right?
Don't feel well.
What's the matter with him?
Maybe it's your lousy food.
Yes, I'm sure of it.
Have you ever had an emesis of this severity before?
Just once, but they cured it.
And what was the cause?
A touch of dermaphollica.
That's a highly contagious disease.
Oh, don't worry. They said it was dormant.
We're in lockdown until further notice.
Anchor all vessels to their docking ports.
No, you can't keep us here.
Uh, I can, and, uh, I must.
Uh, under the quarantine policy of your hierarchy.
Have you any evidence the Hynerian's condition poses a risk?
No, but I must err on the side of caution.
I am unfamiliar with Hynerian dermaphollica.
However, I have asked the medical database at Simstef for information.
They're transmitting it now.
I've also sent out a request for all vessels in the sector
for doctors or healers with any knowledge of the disease.
That's not procedure.
But, uh, under the circumstances, it's a very good idea.
Thanks for suggesting it.
I don't know why everyone's afraid of a few germs.
Yeah, me neither.
This'll kill them.
Mmm, these'll kill anything.
Greetings. I am Trayso Talnell, Chief Medical Officer.
Thank you for coming.
Utu Noranti Pralatong, alleviator and healer.
And this is my personal assistant.
You may remain here if you choose.
Yes, healer.
A Luxan assistant?
Oh, yes. Luxans make fine pilots, exceptional bodyguards
and superlative lovers.
Data from Simstef.
Thank you. - Shhh.
Apparently we've brought you here for nothing, healer.
This isn't dermaphollica at all.
Oh, it's too soon to tell, I'd say.
Uh, per this report, he should have exhibited signs of skin sloughing by now.
May I see that?
Yes, well, you see, dermaphollica is very difficult to diagnose.
The bacteria that causes the virus is effectively undetectable.
Yes, but none of the other symptoms are present.
Hence, unless anything else manifests itself in say,
ooh, an arn, I can safely lift lockdown.
I'm going to examine the patient.
And you're sure that what you had was dermaphollica?
Yes. I barely survived.
Four of my wives didn't.
Here.
Hmm? No. Mmm!
Ow!
Swallow.
Was that absolutely essential?
Absolutely.
So tell me. Do you wanna get outta here?
Well, it's getting a bit warm.
Maybe we should find some place we can cool down.
Get comfortable.
Gotta suggestion?
What news, healer?
None yet.
We'll just have to wait.
Maybe you'd like to go and see my ship.
Well, is it a very big ship?
Size isn't as important as speed and maneuverability.
Oh, yeah? That's what they all say that.
Come with me and I'll prove it.
Excuse me.
Hey, Nebari girl.
How about I buy you a drink?
Um, I was here first.
Your point?
Much better.
Rygel's scam seems to be working.
So you know.
One of the voices on the medical distress transmission was Sikozu's, so we played along.
Smart Luxan.
It seems your caution was justified.
His skin is sloughing.
The lockdown will remain in effect.
How contagious is this disease?
It can infect non-Hynerians and those it does infect, it kills without warning.
Frell that. I'm gonna lock myself in an airlock.
I'm afraid it's far too late for that.
And this virus is so pervasive that everyone on this station
or any vessels docked to it has already been exposed.
So what do we do?
I can attempt to concoct a cure.
However, my ship is understocked.
I need herbs, medications, healing potions.
Do you have you any sort of medical supplies?
I mean, even a simple remedy kit will do.
No. No one may board my vessel.
I have a facility on board my Leviathan.
I offer it for your use.
Escort her.
Thank you.
- That was a nice job, Granny. - You scammed 'em.
I couldn't scam Trayso.
But you did. He believes Rygel's sick.
That's because I made Rygel sick.
No, you made him look sick. - No, I made him sick.
With what?
Dermaphollica. The virus is dormant in his system.
I merely reactivated it.
Can you deactivate it? - I hope so.
And what if you can't? - He dies.
Are you tenked?
What are you trying to do, what, kill Rygel?
No. He won't die. I can make a cure.
You sure about that?
I'm almost certain.
How long has Rygel got?
Plenty of time if I'm not disturbed.
Is this bug contagious?
Some varieties can be.
Uh-huh. What about this variety?
I'll fix it. - Well, you've already fixed it.
You've... you've infected us with the frelling Hynerian plague!
Not infected, exposed.
Anyway, you can't get it.
I can't?
Nebari are immune, as are Scarrans.
And Sebaceans?
Are Sebaceans immune?
No.
You'll kill Aeryn even before we get a chance to save her!
Don't you say that! Don't you dare say that!
I will fix this!
You wanted a plague, I gave you one.
Without real symptoms, the lockdown is lifted,
Aeryn is on her way to the Scarran base,
and you are frelled.
Now I did what I had to.
I suggest you do the same.
You don't understand.
I have a patient I must protect.
Your passenger has already been exposed, as have we all.
But the facilities on Katratzi are much more likely to have a cure.
Oh, so you'd expose them as well, would you?
Scarrans are immune to this disease.
But Kalish aren't.
I won't be held responsible for loosing a virus
that could prove catastrophic to my own people.
Your vessel isn't leaving, Captain.
The healer has requested that we allow the patient to be moved aboard the Leviathan.
Easier to take tissue samples that way.
What? Release the Hynerian from isolation?
Given the pervasiveness of the virus, isolation is pointless.
See to it.
What in the frelling yotz were you thinking, you madwoman?
You're a plague! A withered, three-eyed, bad-smelling pestilence!
You can shout at me later.
I'll be dead later!
You'll be dead sooner if I don't devise a remedy.
The more you yell, the more you distract me.
Noranti's is the only possible course, John.
And what has it bought us?
Time.
And what are we doing with that time?
Can't answer that? Right.
That's why someone's gotta get on that freighter.
Sikozu was working on it. If she can access schematics of the freighter...
Schematics are not going to give us Aeryn's location,
her condition or tell us how many guards there are.
Someone has gotta go in.
You can't possibly believe that Captain Jenek will give you a tour?
Grasshopper! You aim too high, and Jenek is not the only one with access.
Hey.
Sebacean.
What?
You're Sebacean, right?
Huh?
Can't remember the last time I saw a Sebacean woman.
It's gotta be at least half a cycle.
So?
So that's a long time without companionship.
I don't do aliens.
Well, I don't do Peacekeepers, so why waste your time?
What's that?
This is something for a special friend.
It's the Sebacean cure for Hynerian dermaphollica.
Or a vial of dust.
You're a medical worker, right?
I could let you analyze it,
but as you say, why waste your time?
Where did you get that?
Sorry, I don't kiss and tell.
But you can be sure you're not gettin' it anywhere else.
Hynerian dermaphollica rarely infects Sebaceans.
When it does, you're dead before you know it.
I hate odds like that.
Don't you?
So, what do you want for it?
I just wanna share.
No admittance, Peacekeeper.
He's with me.
Give me a microt.
So this your med bay?
Mm-hmm.
Spare bunks.
Fun later.
Cure now.
It's a dehydrated concentrate, is it not?
Right. Dilute it ten to one. Saline.
There's enough there for both of us.
No more?
No. Why?
Another Sebacean needs treatment.
You bastard.
Well, it's too bad for them.
Aeryn.
Wake up.
Just hold... hold still.
Hol... hold still. I need to... I need to unbind these.
No.
No, it's me. I'm real. Aeryn.
Shh!
Shh...
Leave her alone.
Don't do anything stupid.
Scarran Hierarchy paid good crindars for me.
They wouldn't want the package delivered damaged.
He claimed it was a cure for Hynerian dermaphollica.
But was it genuine?
No, it's a fake.
Why the deception?
'Cause... horny.
Umm...
Just lookin' for a Sebacean woman.
You attacked me and attempted to release one of the patients.
Hey, no offense,
but she's sexier than you are.
What would you have done had you gotten her?
Taken her back to my ship...
frelled her...
made babies.
Jenek, what are you doing with my Peacekeeper?
Your Peacekeeper was aboard my ship attempting to recreate.
Is that true?
Yeah. More or less.
If you'll excuse us, I will deal with him.
I said, I will deal with him.
Aah, that's a hell of a thing.
John, how did you lie to Jenek's heat probe?
Was it Katoya's training?
Ha! Nah, I told him the truth.
Just not the whole truth.
Aeryn's in there. We gotta get her out.
Sikozu is gathering information which will help us put together a rescue plan.
We will free Officer Sun.
The Rosrob Center sent us all their data on dermaphollica, but it isn't much.
And I still can't get a response from the Diagnosans on Coldjen.
Frell!
Why don't you take a rest interval?
I can monitor communications for you.
This will boost your Hynerian antibodies
and cleanse you of the disease.
Open.
Unfortunately, it won't cure anyone other than a Hynerian.
And that's a problem?
I mean, uh, has anyone else contracted the sickness?
No, not as yet.
Oh.
And they may not.
But there's always a chance.
Mm-mm...
Rygel?
Rygel!
Hey.
Hey, you with the big ship.
Hey, you okay?
We may have another victim. Come on.
Somebody?
Somebody call the healer.
- Hey, what are you doing?
Don't run away! Get...
- It's okay.
It's all right. It's okay.
We're... we're gonna get the healer.
Dermaphollica has proven fatal to a Kalish traveler.
Captain Jenek requests your presence aboard his vessel.
No, no, no, no. I must find this remedy.
He may come here if he chooses.
No, he wants you to go to him.
The healer needs more resources than are available to make a cure.
If there's anything aboard your vessel that would assist...
You must realize we have a common problem.
We both have cargo that needs protecting.
I'll solve my own problems.
The Scarran freighter is not only docked to the station,
but it is tied to its power grid as well.
From station control, I can force a power surge that will disrupt the circuits
of both the station and the freighter.
That'll knock out the lights, the alarms and those ugly Scarran DRDs.
For how long?
Only until emergency overrides activate. Maybe 30 microts.
Okay. Once we rescue Aeryn, we've gotta get Moya off that station.
Yes, I think I've worked out how to bypass the docking locks.
You think?
What were you doing with Karohm all this time?
What about the window stickers this joint's supposed to give out?
Security beacons. We'll need some.
If we rescue Aeryn...
Don't say "if."
I'm sorry. Yes.
When we rescue Aeryn,
we simply Starburst away from Scarran space...
What if we Starburst deeper into Scarran space?
Or if the freighter takes off with Aeryn.
If the freighter escapes, then we abandon all hope...
We abandon all hope of leading long and prosperous lives,
and we follow the freighter.
She's still learning.
You don't have to use force.
I want to find a cure as much as you do.
You will find a cure, and we will have it first.
Nurse, assist them.
Nurse, didn't you...
Check the patient.
I'll do it.
- Save your strength.
Don't try to speak.
She doesn't appear to be infected.
Well, neither was my nurse.
If she's infected, can you cure her?
I think I can, given time.
- The female is pregnant. - Her fetus must be saved.
Is there a suitable recipient for transplant?
What?
No!
Anyway, it wouldn't do any good.
All the females here are equally at risk from this disease.
What about the Nebari girl?
Nebari are immune.
Go to the Leviathan and bring back the Nebari.
We can't take our weapons through the station.
Then take a Transport Pod and board from the outside.
Hush, now.
Hush.
- Hey.
Get out of my way, fek-face.
Hey, let me go.
Get her.
Get up!
Guard the door.
Yah!
Get your frelling hands off me!
They took Chiana by force, and you just let them?!
I was unaware until it was too late to prevent it.
Recriminations can wait. We must act.
Are you ready?
As the doctor said, save your strength.
Oh... can't let them do this.
It won't happen. I won't let it happen.
They can't do it without Chiana and they won't find her.
Bring her.
Prepare for the procedure.
What the frell's going on?
I'll sedate her. - No!
No! Stop!
Stop! This is wrong.
This patient has been drugged.
She is weak.
She may die from this procedure.
I don't care.
My only concern is for the safety of the fetus.
Trayso.
Please. Please.
Proceed.
Hold still.
What are you giving her?
Something to ease the pain.
She doesn't needs anaesthetizing.
Give it to the Nebari girl instead.
No, I won't. This is the patient who needs anethes...
You're not going to cut... Oh, oh!
Get that thing frelling away from me!
Very strong. She'll make an excellent host.
She had better.
If the fetus dies, so will the both of you.
Captain Jenek.
Captain Wentrask is in the station commons.
He demands an urgent word, sir.
Does he? Very well.
Ralnaht?
What do you want, Wentrask?
I require your cooperation.
But you can't compel it.
Jenek, I know that your prisoner is the Peacekeeper Aeryn Sun
and that you are taking her to Katratzi for Minister Ahkna.
I also know that if my mission fails, your mission becomes irrelevant,
as do you.
Continue.
Karohm?
Step back.
I... was just checking to see if more medica...
Someone's been downloading the station codes and schematics.
It had to be you.
But I'm disappointed.
You know this can't succeed.
We'll kill them both and the fetus as well.
No choice but to try.
What the hell is taking so long?
The lights should be out by now.
The procedure's success depends upon the swift transfer of the fetus.
Therefore, we should open both the subjects simultaneously.
I'll go check it out.
Right.
Listen to me, Karohm.
Two, possibly three, females are being held against their will on the Scarran freighter.
Halt.
Prepare to begin.
They pose the Scarrans no threat.
Their imprisonment is completely unjust.
I believe you.
Then will you help me?
Of course not.
I'm gonna lock you up.
How wrong was he?
Okay, now can you do what you said you were gonna do?
Dr. Trayso, in my opinion, this patient's body is overstressed.
Therefore, the fetus will be debilitated.
I think we should let her regain her equilibrium
before we begin the procedure. - We don't have time.
What you fail to realize is that Ahkna's only interest in your prisoner
is as a means to the possible information that John Crichton possesses.
Now my Peacekeeper defector can give you John Crichton himself.
Now, which mission do you think is more vital?
All right.
That's unlocked the docking ports on Moya, on your ship and my Transport Pod.
Now for the power grid.
Ah! Are these the security beacons?
Yes.
There are three lives here, and I will not be responsible
for the loss of three lives! - Doctor Pralatong, I beg you.
Showtime.
Karohm, what's going on?
Stand here.
Oh!
Stop!
I'll kill her. I'll cut her throat.
He wouldn't dare.
If the baby dies, Jenek'll burn him dead, so shoot!
I'll do it. I'll kill her.
Kalish are supposed to be smart.
Who do you think I believe?
All right.
Shoot me.
You should've killed him.
My body count's already too high.
The release is over here.
Ready?
Do it.
Check the ship. - Yes, I must check mine.
No. You stay here.
Are you done?
Almost. If I jam the docking docking port controls
then the freighter won't be able to break free and follow us.
How'd you do that?
It was nothing. I...
I merely cross-coupled the emergency bypass conduits. Let's go.
Quickly! Emergency power will come on any microt!
Stop!
Drop the weapon.
Turn off that light.
Granny, do what he says.
Back to our vessel.
You work for the Scarran, right?
Yes. Why?
Security is tight for visitors, so you shouldn't be carrying.
Carrying what?
A gun.
D'Argo, please!
Please help her.
Ralnaht. Report.
I'm fine. You can put me down, at least for now.
Pilot, what's our status?
Moya is free of the docking collar.
Reactivate all Starburst systems.
Done.
Who are you and what is your mission?
Pilot, any communication from Scorpius?
No. Nor is he responding to the Comms.
Lo'La and our Transport Pod have also been released from their ports.
Okay, well bring them aboard with the Docking Web.
What about Scorpius? - What about him?
Well he might've been captured. - Or killed.
We can only wish. Pilot, Starburst as soon as you can.
Oh, no, no, no, no. - We are leaving.
Preparing for Starburst.
Why doesn't she ever listen?
It's... it's all right. Aeryn, it's all right.
You're here.
Is this real?
It's real.
You're on Moya.
You're safe.
What about the baby?
The baby's fine.
Everything's gonna be okay.
Sleep.
Stay.
You don't look as bad.
I'm fine, thanks for asking.
You nearly killed me.
No, I didn't.
Oh.
But I did kill others.
By my actions, I have taken innocent lives.
Welcome to Moya.
In my time as Dominar, some of my actions resulted in the deaths of the undeserving.
Even when the cause is just, it's a hard thing to accept.
I must seek forgiveness...
Mmm...
...from the Divine Eternal.
I can't help you there.
But I can extend my forgiveness.
No!
Harvey?
You're not dead.
Of course I'm not dead.
I am the... undead.
That's not funny.
That son of a bitch said he took you out of my head.
Scorpius, he upgraded me to Harvey 2.0.
One of my many improvements:
utter loyalty to Scorpius.
That's not an improvement. - Oh, but it is.
His course is the correct. Why?
Eliminate Scarran threat.
You know I don't give a damn about his agenda.
You must go back for him.
Go back to sleep before I drive a stake through your heart.
He knows everything you know, John!
What did you say?
I said "Scorpius knows everything you know, John."
What... did you say?!
I said "Scorpius knows everything you know."
Meaning what?
Another new feature.
Scorpius can hear me.
Well, I've been sharing the contents of your head with him.
Memories, thoughts, dreams.
Wormhole technology.
No, you're lying.
And eventually, they will torture the information out of him,
and everything they ever wanted to know about wormholes will be theirs,
courtesy of John Crichton.
Leave me alone!
No!
Hey... hey...
It's all right.
You have to go back for Scorpius!
Tell her, John. Tell her!
You must rescue Scorpius. Tell her!