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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,

species blending, and all the
appropriate documents to go with it.

100% natural, my tul-lum. You
ought to be ashamed of yourself.

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.

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.