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He's been hit hard. Crais.

Talyn's supposedly the
meanest, deadliest fighter ship,

but somebody's beat the
yotz out of him.

That's not Moya.

Let's find the parts to fix the
Transport Pod

and get the frell
out of here.

Help!

The grey girl. Very nice.
And tasty.

Hold the door!

Crichton, get in!

I doubled you. I twinned you.

Equal and original.

Now on Farscape:

Pilot, can't you keep the
environmentals under control?

Transfusing Talyn is a
severe drain upon Moya.

Flying in this turbulent
atmosphere is even more taxing.

I know it's not as bad
as the last time.

It's not the Cro-Magnon copy
of the Alien Nation reject,

but you can tell I'm
the original, right?

Wrong. I'm the original.

Try again, pal. Have you been
messing with my stuff?

That's my stuff.

And you are the clone.

Aeryn, you can tell...
- You can see the difference.

No, I... I can't.

Right. Here.

You wear that, so I can tell
the two of you apart.

Wait. Why do I have to wear it?

Because you're closer.

I want to help you sort
this all out,

but we have bigger problems
right now. Talyn is dying.

But Pilot thinks the Chromextin
will fix Talyn up, right?

If D'Argo can find it
on the planet.

You shoulda gone
down with him.

Screw you. I'm not gonna
leave Crais alone on Moya.

He is comatose and locked in
a medical stabilizer.

He does not need guarding
from either of you.

I don't trust him.

And what if he's lying?

Fine. You go and keep an
eye on Crais,

and you go to Talyn
and help Stark.

Excuse me, why me?

Excellent. Can you also provide
us with the quantities we require?

Yes. I believe
we can do business.

How much Chromextin
did you want?

Uh, six lennerts.

For which we'll pay handsomely.

Still, a transaction of that
magnitude will need

the approval of the
Security Director.

And he dislikes off-worlders,

especially with reputations
such as yours.

Reputations? Us?

What's this?

New talent?

Didn't know Jennet was hiring
exotics these days.

I don't work here.

Well, maybe we'll give
you a try anyway.

Don't move. I'll get it
for you, hmm?

Did you hear me?

I tried. I tried not to
start any trouble.

Well, you're not in any trouble.

Well, you are.

Every frelling planet.

Where are you going?
We still have business.

Not anymore.
Who do you think that was?

Oh, yotz.

Not the Security Director?

Good luck getting any
Chromextin on this planet.

Wait.

If you think we're leaving
empty handed...

You'll be lucky to
leave at all.

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.

No propulsion,
no overrides, no weapons.

All bad.

Talyn's so still,
so near death.

Even the DRDs are still.

I didn't know he had DRDs.

He builds them as he grows.
Come on.

The primary conduit nexus is
completely overloaded.

That's why nothing works.

What about the neural
link to Crais?

The link?
Yes, that's operating.

Crais's autonomic functions may be the
only thing that's keeping Talyn going.

Here, here.
- That the conduit?

Yeah, yeah.

What if you've got this
backwards?

What if we pull Crais's
transponder?

He dies and Talyn lives?

Tried that.

Nearly killed Talyn.

We can't break the link.

We've got to fix the conduit and restore
Talyn's caloric flow, so wake him up.

Anything?

Yes. I'm hungry and there's
nothing sweet on this ship.

I was talking about
your patient.

Well, the lortinol injection I gave him
seems to be having no effect whatsoever.

I thought you knew something
about medicine.

I do.

I'll have you know I earned T
- ratings in genetics, neuroscience and xenobiology.

Good. That's what I thought.

What are you doing?

Zhaan took some tissue and DNA
samples from me awhile back.

I want you to compare 'em
to me and the clone,

and figure out that I'm the real
thing and he's the wannabe.

And why should I do your
selfish and unnecessary work?

Because I know where Rygel
stashes his womilin cake.

And it's sweeter than a
sweet thing, sweet thing.

Give it to me.

Mmm, yes.

Whatever are you are,

release me!

Aeryn! Maintenance Bay!

Crais! Let her go.

There. I woke him up.

Now I hope he drops dead.

Crichton.

Am I on Moya?

John, what's...
- It's okay.

What?

Aeryn Sun?

Yeah, you missed that bit.

You're alive. How?

Let's skip the back story right
now. What happened to your ship?

Where's Talyn?
I can barely sense him.

He is alive, but unresponsive.

Moya is supplying nutrients.

Where are we? In open space?

Low planetary orbit.

Talyn and Moya found an atmosphere
with a very high nelvastatic index.

That may conceal us.

Who did you piss off this time?

Talyn and I were not
the aggressors.

Course not. You never are.

So who is it?

The Plakavoids? The Skeksis?

Big bad wolf?

Peacekeepers.

They want Talyn back.

The Luxan will be disciplined.

I apologize for his behavior.

According to some witnesses,
he has nothing to apologize for.

You saying I was at fault?

Father, these are
known criminals.

The path of destruction
they leave gave us...

Don't believe those myths.

You know how rumors
get started.

Then you deny your reputation?

I deny its relevance.

We're here for one reason,
to buy Chromextin.

Ooh!

Why do you need such
a large amount?

Oh... mmmm.

Medical purposes, hmm?

Chromextin has no
medical function.

None that you know of, brother.

But it can power weapons.

Should we sell them ammunition
they can use to attack us? Hmm?

Their warships? Our ammunition?

We have no warships.

Then why hide your vessels in the
densest layer of our bonosphere?

To avoid conflict.

I understand that, as this planet's
ruler, you must protect its people.

Be assured we pose
you no threat.

Allow us this simple transaction,
and you'll never see us again.

I see no reason not to
accommodate them.

I see no reason to
let them live.

Force is your answer
to everything.

Better than weak, mindless
pacifism...

Stop!

We'll not do business with you.

Tolven, they have one arn
to break orbit.

But...
- After that,

force is authorized.

May I show you out?

We were attempting to resupply, but
we were ambushed by four Prowlers

using strike and
retreat tactics.

You don't believe me, Crichton.

Only because I know you.

Pilot, I'm accessing
Talyn's logs.

Please display the
signal for us.

Very well, Crais.

Talyn destroyed one Prowler, but
their attack was merely a diversion.

That ship is a Panthak
class Vigilante.

Yes.

Surprising us with an
Immobilizer Pulse,

severely overloading all Talyn's
systems and dissipating his energy.

We barely broke free initiating Starburst
but that drained the last of Talyn's power.

I remember nothing further.

A Vigilante with an
Immobiliser Pulse.

What attacked Talyn was
a Retrieval Squad.

They will not relent until they
recapture Talyn.

And to force Talyn's surrender, they
wouldn't hesitate to take Moya hostage.

I will return to Talyn so that
Moya can flee immediately.

With Talyn's condition
worsening,

Moya will not abandon him
and neither will we.

All right. Start
up the Pod. We're leaving.

D'Argo? Chiana?

Where are you?

A Refreshment House.

We're trying to find
another source.

Perhaps you don't realize but
we've been given one arn to leave.

With or without you,
I'm returning to Moya.

You aren't going anywhere.

What? What have you done
with the Pod?

Well, nothing you can fix.

Did I lose consciousness again?

Briefly.

Is Crichton present?

Shall I summon him?

No. There is something I deeply
wish to share with you.

Talyn was designed with
intelligence gathering facilities.

He and I have been able to tap into
high level Peacekeeper comm channels,

accessing their
central database.

Including your personnel file,
where I found...

this.

Aeryn, wake up.

Wake up, Aeryn.

Don't be afraid.

My name is Xhalax Sun.

I'm your mother.

But you mustn't reveal to
anyone that I was here.

Do you understand?

I came to tell you something.

Aeryn, your life was
not an accident.

And it wasn't an assigned
birthing to fill the ranks.

Talyn, that's your
father's name.

He and I chose to have you.

You were conceived in love.

Our love.

I wanted you to know this.

It makes you special.

We wanted you.

And we love you.

Go back to sleep now.

My mother?

Yes.

I was never sure whether
I dreamt that.

And that was on my file?

And hers as well.

I thought it might interest you
to learn of your parents.

And my father. Was he...
Did you...

I could find no information
whatever about him.

Was my mother court-martialed?

There are gaps in her
service record.

However, its last entry notes her
promotion into an elite battle group.

Aeryn...
- Let me guess.

The Retrieval Squad.
She is somehow part of it.

The squad is under the command
of Senior Officer Xhalax Sun.

Remove your lower garments
and face away from me.

What the hell for?

Oh, you asked me.

If you want a genetic
comparison I need a specimen.

Of what?

Well, skin.

Unless you prefer I test
your internal organs.

You can stay the hell away
from my organs, lady.

Well, skin then.

Preferably something with the least
amount of exposure to solar radiation.

Shoulder. I use SPF 30...

No!

Thank you.

Recon Stations report the probe
has not left the planet.

And their other ships?

Still concealed in
the bonosphere.

Probes detect an unidentified
mass in geosynchronous orbit.

Coordinates precise
enough to target?

Airborne Defense says not yet.

They suggest
concussion missiles.

Well have them fire at will.

Oh! It's not working,
it's not helping!

Talyn's dying, not waking up.

Astro.

Work now, freak later.

Work now...

Oh, yeah... Yes...
that's fair.

Good.

How much later?

Pilot!

Missiles, launched from
the planet.

Exploding in the atmosphere.

Aeryn, I'm going to Command.
You stay with Captain Crunched.

What about me?

Pilot, get the planet
on the blower.

I can't. The nelvastatic cloud cover
blocks communications as well as scans.

They can't establish a missile lock,
so they're trying to flush us out.

Take us up, out of range.

No, Pilot.

If we ascend out of
the bonosphere,

we may be revealing ourselves
to the Retrieval Squad.

Ah, hell, I can't see a damn
thing in this soup.

Moya is attempting to extend
her senses further, but...

Oh, there's another one.
Brace for the shockwave.

Noble Talyn, I stand ready to
ease your passage into death.

Knock that off and help me
get weapons back on line!

Why don't you listen? The
weapons console won't function.

Crais, are you still in
contact with Talyn?

Can you get his
weapons working?

He has insufficient energy
to fire.

Well can he do anything?
Can he point the damn guns?

I believe I can enable
targeting.

Right, do that. Pilot, I want
you to take us down.

Below the cloud layer?

Do it, Pilot! I think I know
what he's trying to do.

He's going to need a
comms channel.

And I'm gonna need a
comms channel.

Crais, I want you to find the
fattest target you can.

Government house, missile site,
McDonald's, whatever.

Two ships are descending
from the bonosphere.

It's a gunship.

We're being targeted.

Now, Crais!

Hello, morons.

You see this ship?

Knock off the missile attack,
or we'll take our shot.

Prepare another salvo.

Oh, you might want to check
our resume first.

We leveled a Shadow Depository
and we're about to turn your city

into glow-in-the-dark sand.

Launch missiles.

No!

Father!
- No.

Airborne defenses stand down.

The missiles have ceased.

It's about damn time.
Who the hell are you?

Rinic Pralanoth,
Sovereign of Kanvia.

John Crichton, Wizard of Oz.

You ready to knock off the macho
B.S. and talk these things out?

I'm willing to reopen
the discussion.

Good. I'll notify my reps.

I'd prefer that you and
I spoke face to face.

Fine. I'll come down.

My offspring.

Rinic Tolven,
Security Director.

Rinic Sarova,
Services Director.

So tell me, Rinic,
Rinic and Rinic

What's your problem?

We come down here to
buy something.

We don't hassle you, we don't
try to take it by force.

Hell, we offer to
make you rich,

and you guys break out
the pyrotechnics.

Violence was an error
on our part.

Allowing notorious criminals
onto our planet was a worse error.

Criminal?

No, no, no.

We're businessmen.

Lies.

That's a big word to throw
around, son.

I can prove it.

Get your hands off of me!

Damn it, let me go!

This is not... not necessary!

What the hell is that?

Get this thing off of me!

Damn, you people got a
funky sense of humor.

Get this lobster off my head!

It won't hurt you.

Unless you lie to us.

It's a very intuitive creature.

It senses brain wave patterns,

and is extremely sensitive
to cognitive dissonance.

You lie, and it knows.

And it's been trained to kill
when it detects a lie being told.

Why have you come to Kanvia?

To buy Chromextin. Period.

For what purpose?

None of your damn business.

Nothing that affects you.

Are you planning to
seize power, hmm?

Or perhaps one of the subcounselors
is getting ambitious again.

Have you been hired to
sabotage our unification?

We could give a damn about
your local politics.

We're here to buy the stuff and
then get the hell out of Dodge!

Why is that so difficult for you to
get through your tiny little brain?

Remove the strannat.

Calorics have dropped to
critical levels.

The Immobilizer Pulse overloaded
too many of Talyn's systems.

Repairs alone cannot save him.

What can we do?
- Nothing, until the Chromextin arrives.

But after that, Aeryn,
you must join us.

Your mother's involved now.

She'll take him alive
if possible.

But I know Talyn.
He'll fight to the death.

His or your Mother's.

And you expect me to fight
on Talyn's side?

I hope your presence will
provide another solution.

She loved you.

And if that part of her still
lives, only you can find it.

She's an officer.
Part of the elite.

She is nothing.

A thug.

A mindless assassin,
as you and I once were.

But you can give her a chance
to be something more than that.

Daybreak? Talyn may be
dead by then.

It's the best I could do.

The old man says it's going to take him
that long to scrape up six whatevers.

Lennerts.
- Lennerts. Right.

Says there's not enough in
any one single parish,

so he's got to send his
deputies out to collect it,

and who the hell knows
if that's true.

Well, it may be true. I spent
the whole day trying to buy some.

There wasn't one source that had
the whole amount that we need.

I say we just go get the guns
and steal the stuff.

We would have to complete
ten robberies to do that.

Yeah. So what's your point?

Is this a proposition?

John Crichton
this is Rinic Sarova.

Phone. Oh, hey, hey, hey.
Um... how you doing?

We must speak privately about
the Chromextin you require.

I fear you'll never get it.

Are you willing to
meet me alone?

How about we talk about
it right now?

No. There's a service corridor behind
the Refreshment House you're in.

I don't like it either.

Mmm.

Shall we go inside?

It's closed. The door's locked.

I own this Refreshment House.

In that case, you can
buy me a drink.

How can there be a problem?

Your father promised he'd
get us the stuff.

My brother objects.

He won't defy my father openly,

but he will try to block this
transaction somehow.

And Daddy can't keep
him leashed?

You think my father's weak?
- You tell me.

Pralanoth unified this planet.

He ended the wars between nation
states and brought peace to this world.

Excepting the occasional missile
attack on visiting ships.

That was Tolven's doing.

Yeah. Your brother got
a death wish?

No, but he wants to rule.

Mmm. Meaning he wants
Daddy's job.

Yes. However, Pralanoth has
decreed that after his death,

Tolven and I should
share power.

Well, your brother doesn't
strike me as the, uh...

sensitive powersharing type.

We took an oath that we
would co-rule,

but I'm sure that Tolven will
disregard it and seize control.

Can't you stop him?

The conflict would fragment
this world once again.

I would prefer my father
saw reason.

And put you on top.

Tolven suspects this.

He also knows he lost face when my
father overruled his missile attack.

He, uh... could have lost
a whole lot more.

You know, you really don't want
to see what our gunship can do.

But Tolven would risk it.

He is sure to interfere with
the Chromextin delivery,

hoping to provoke you
into attacking us.

And he counterattacks, proving to
Pop that he was right all along.

Yes.

I therefore ask for patience.

I've been nothing but patient.

And, uh... I think you need to understand
that I'm under a lot of pressure.

I do understand and I will do
all I can to hasten the process.

Even if it means bypassing normal
channels to locate my own source of...

Uh... Sarova?

I never thought my brother
capable of this.

Crichton!
- He's over there.

Hey.

Don't pull it out!

Get Crichton away from here.

No one must find us together.
This meeting never happened.

Go. Now!

Rygel? We're on our way.

Well, hurry up!

Come to finish the task,
my brother?

Salvako! He's bleeding!

You have a keen grasp
of the obvious.

Help him. Help him!

How is he?

Don't know yet.

You're doing fine.

Yeah, right.

I could be killing him
for all you know.

A major artery's been cut.
He's lost a lot of blood.

Well then replace.
You're similar species.

Are you klemmpt?

Even within my species,
the subtypes have to match.

My blood is donor incompatible.

Take mine.

Really?

Yeah, I know, he's an ugly
loudmouth son of a bitch,

but I can't stand around
and watch him die.

Be better for both of us
if you did.

Yeah, I know.

Now shut up.

Well, neither his genetic sample
nor yours shows any sign of degradation.

You're both perfect.

If that's the right word.

Copies of the
original Crichton.

Screw your tests.
I'm the original.

Of course you are.

The other guy said
the same thing.

Why does this bother you?

Don't humans have monozygotic
double births?

This is different.

Twins don't start out fully
formed, sharing the same life.

This sucks.

It sucks big time.

How you doing?

Crappy.

On the upside, it's easier
to tell us apart now.

D'Argo filled me in on your
adventures with the Gotti family,

but I need some details
from you.

Why?

Because the show must go on.

Why won't you tell me
the truth?

Did tell you.

You went to the Refreshment House
for an after hours drink, alone.

Yes.

A witness saw a wounded Crichton
being taken out after the explosion.

Mistaken.

Then you deny he was with you?

Give me strannat to prove.

Tolven, don't be ridiculous.

Sarova would not lie to me.

Morning, all.

Ho, ho.

And what a beautiful morning
it is. How y'all doing?

We have two, count 'em, two, Transport Pods,
on your loading dock ready and waiting...

What the hell happened to you?

A bomb exploded at the
Refreshment House.

No.

Well, hell, who would do
such a thing?

You tell us.

You were there having a secret
meeting with Sarova.

No, I wasn't.

You were seen.
I have a witness.

Who also swore that Crichton
was badly wounded.

Well maybe his species
heals rapidly.

Maybe your witness was blitzed.

Now, why, other than
a social call,

would I be having a secret
meeting with Sarova?

Well, I have to assume you were
conspiring to take power.

Perhaps you two were constructing
a bomb and it accidentally went off.

I want an apology.

I want the truth.

You can't handle the...

Oh, let's cut the crap.

Let's get to the chase,
stick this critter on my face.

Whoa, ho, ho!

Yeah, look at the suckers
on that boy!

Damn, in some parts of the universe this
thing would be considered good eating!

Whoo!

Ha, ha!

My name is John Crichton,
astronaut.

I was not at the Refreshment
House after hours.

I was not present at any
bombing or explosion.

I did not have a private meeting
with the beautiful Miss Sarova.

The end.

Cross my heart, smack me dead,

stick a lobster on my head.

Our money is in the
Transport Pods.

Can we have our stuff
now, please?

Give it to them.

Two lennerts are packaged
and ready.

The rest is still on
its way here.

Then load it up.

Whoa, okay...

Oh.

How are you doing?

Jool did good. I'm all right.

Well, Rygel and Chiana have just delivered
a partial load of Chromextin to Talyn,

and that may boost his kelvo levels
enough to bring him out of his paralysis.

So, what's next?

Well, now Crais will divert all of
Talyn's energies into restoring Starburst.

Meaning he plans to ditch.

He is protecting Talyn.

Yeah, you keep saying that.

Well, you know, he has
saved our lives.

He did kill Scorpius.

I don't know what it's going to
take for you to trust him.

So you trust him?

Well, whether or not I trust
him, this time I do believe him.

So what do we do?

Spread it all over the
exposed conduits.

Rygel, you take the inner hull.

Ha! Do I look like a DRD?

Yeah. You do, actually.

So make yourself useful...

Oh, no, no, I don't want...
- and act like one.

Oh, yes, this is a very dark
and smelly place.

I hate being useful!

Yeah, we know.

Where else?

Something has begun.

What have you done?

Crais, what's the matter?

Crais! Crais!
- Crais!

Crais, what is it?
- Murderers!

Hold him down!
- Help me!

Crais, what's happening?

Crais, what is it, what's
happening?

Poison!

What went wrong?

Oh, I don't know.

The Chromextin should have
acted as a stimulant.

Instead, it sent Talyn
into convulsions.

Well, it's definitely
Chromextin.

But apparently, it's laced
with Clorium.

What's Clorium?

An anesthetic that numbs
Leviathans.

Oh, mixing that with a stimulant
probably wasn't a very good idea.

Anyway, glad I could help, but
it's been an extremely long day.

Sorry, Jool. We need you to
work some overtime.

We need you to strain the
Clorium out of that stuff.

With this equipment,
it's gonna take forever.

And even if I was sure of how
to do it, which I'm not...

Pilot?
- Yes, Commander.

Can Moya filter out the poison
like she did when Aeryn was sick?

Moya is willing to try.

You sure it won't harm Moya?
The Clorium?

Her mass is much greater
than Talyn's.

She believes its effects upon
her will be minimal.

All right, tell Chiana and Jool what
to do. I'm heading back to Talyn.

Same here.

You open, I'll pour.

Fine.

You're spilling it.
- Oh, you wanna pour?

The Retrieval Squad are here.

They have to be.

I think you're right.

You do know, John, that if
we can revive Talyn,

we have to Starburst away
immediately and we can't go back.

Yeah, I kind of figured that
when I saw you packing your bag.

We heading down?

Yes. I'm just going to duck
under the bonosphere for a microt,

so we can contact them
with the news.

Oh, that's gonna make
them really happy.

You've been screwin' me
from the beginning.

Uh-uh. I don't think so.

Screwin' everybody.
Screwin' your sister.

You been lying to your Daddy, boy, and
you know you shouldn't lie to your Daddy.

It's gonna stop.
Who's your Daddy?

Come on, you know who
your Daddy is.

Who's your Daddy? D'Argo, tell
him who his Daddy is.

I'm your Daddy.

That's right.

We're gonna start tellin'
the truth.

The prosecution calls
Mr. Rinic Junior to the stand.

Did you poison the Chromextin?

What are you talking about?

It was poisoned with Clorium.

Did you contaminate it?

No.

You had nothing whatsoever to
do with poisoning it?

Nothing whatever.

Then who did?

I don't know.

Does this crab thing
always work?

In a few rare cases a disciplined
mind has managed to fool it.

You... you tell me that now?

But my offspring are not liars.

Ha. At the Refreshment House, did
you plant the bomb or have it planted?

No and no.

But you fired the
missiles at our ship.

Oh, absolutely.

And you didn't want us to
get any Chromextin.

Of course. I never thought
you should get any.

But when I've been overruled, I've
complied with my father's orders.

Yeah.

Ain't you just a good
and loyal son.

I'm sorry, I didn't hear that.

Are you not a good
and loyal son?

Tell him.

I don't have to answer to him.

But you do have to
answer to me.

I don't need to prove myself.

Get this thing off me!

Do you hear me?

Do you hear me? Answer.

Father...

Have you been disloyal?

Yes or no?

You swore an oath
to this family.

Have you dishonored it?

Do you intend to?

No!

Get out of here.

Stark, power is returning.

Keep splicing those conduits.
- Splicing, fixing, fixing.

Splicing, splicing,
fixing, fixing.

Splicing...

Talyn is...

Talyn, can you hear me?

Welcome back.

Can he Starburst?

Not yet.

But the treatment is working.
Calorics are rising.

Where are they?

Must be back aboard
their ships.

All their Transport Pods
are gone.

Fire concussion missiles.

No.

Father...

We must avenge Tolven.

There's nothing to avenge.

Tolven's betrayal is what
caused his death.

Airborne Defense.
This is Sarova.

About time.
- Anything going on?

Okay, here we go again.

Talyn can't take this
punishment.

Pilot! We must ascend.

But is Talyn recovered
enough to Starburst?

Irrelevant now.
We cannot stay here.

We dare not descend.

Release the umbilicals.

Moya refuses.

She won't leave Talyn behind.
Naturally.

If Moya will not
disengage, I will.

Talyn, listen to me.

You must ascend.

He's right, Talyn.
Let Moya get to safety.

Do not resist me.

We're out of the bonosphere

and Moya's sensing a
Peacekeeper scan.

Talyn, Starburst immediately.

Now, Talyn.

Yes, you can. You must.

Talyn's done it. He's escaped.

Prepare for immediate Starburst.

Have both ships Starburst away?

They must have discovered the Clorium
contamination and filtered it out.

How much Chromextin
did they get?

Two Lennerts. A third of
what they asked for.

Then the gunship will remain
debilitated for some time.

We need only find it.

I failed.

Aren't you going to kill me?

Come on.

He took Wynonna.

Well, at least he left you
this lovely jacket.

I was wearing that.

Oh, come on.
Crack a smile, will you?

At least he's out of your nose.

Hair?

That's what I meant.
At least out of your nose hair.

My notebook! He... he took
my notebook and my pen.

The son of a bitch set me up.

He set it up so that he's
on Talyn with Aeryn.

Now, wouldn't you have done
exactly the same thing?

No, I would not.

Yes.

Maybe, I don't know.
I just...

I just hope he's having a good
time. No, forget that.

I hope he's having a
terrible time.

I don't know what I hope.

He just better be
taking care of her.

Oh, I'm sure he's
taking care of her.

You know what I mean.

What do you mean, you're not
taking us back to Moya?

Rygel, we can't go back yet.

There will be no contact
with Moya

until the threat of the
Retrieval Squad is resolved.

He's right, Rygel. So we just
have to accept it gracefully.

Frell gracefully.

Well, if I must be in prison here,
feed me and show me to my quarters.

Talyn's passenger facility
isn't fully developed yet.

Food will be tightly rationed,

and you two will have to
share accommodation.

Unacceptable.

There'll be my side and your
side. My side, your side.

Don't start.

Look, do you... do you really
know what you're in for?

Oh, I never do.

Is there something that
you're not telling me?

The Retrieval Squad is
commanded by my mother.

Your mother?

Right.

She's out here, chasing Talyn.

Yeah. How do you know that?

Crais told me.

Crais? Look, there are zillions
of Peacekeepers.

Why would your mother
be assigned?

You really think it's
a coincidence?

No.

I have to assume that they are
aware of my relationship with Talyn,

and that they are hoping that my mother's
presence will divide my loyalties.

But I will not let them
get Talyn back,

even if it means I
have to kill her.