All language subtitles for Farscape - S02E13 - Look at the Princess - Part 3 - The Maltese Crichton.sd-en

- No! No! I will not be a slave to your hormones.
- Aeryn, no! Aeryn, wait!

Two drops of this nectar and we
can tell if our DNA's compatible.

Please?

Tyno: You kissed our Princess.

What does that mean?

I want you to consider
marrying her.

( Both yelling rapturously)

You will rule not because
you desire it, clavor,

but because I do.

Jena: If you're not going to be king,
clavor, I'm not going to marry you.

Zhaan: What is it, pilot?

The builders.

Her creators.

After we're married, and I mean, right after
we're married, they turn us into statues.

Oh, hello crichton.

My daughter or that abomination.
Choose.

There's never been anything we
couldn't overcome together.

Except each other.

Here's your wedding present
from prince clavor.

( Screaming )

Jenavian chatto, disruptor,
peacekeeper special directorate.

So, what's your assignment?

Stay close to prince clavor,
my vapid little fiancee,

and if he assumes the
crown, kill him.

I sense unhappiness, that your
friend crichton is marrying our Princess.

Oh, yes? And why would
that make me unhappy?

Kahaynu:
Moya can reproduce gunships.

Moya must be decommissioned.

She is killing herself because
her deity commanded it.

A little reunion is in order,
don't you think?

Crichton: I've had three near
death experiences in one day.

You can't just quit.

I'm not quitting.

I just can't go on.

She is gone, and I am
shortly to follow.

This is what our child
would look like?

One possibility.

The choice is ours.

I'm exploring the barren lands.
If you think you can keep up.

( Chuckles )

Do you accept this burden
in matrimony?

Without hesitation.

It's calibrated only
for sebaceans.

Endure the pain and rule wisely.

Woo!

( Screaming )

Chiana: Tonight on farscape.

D'argo: They look so...

Chiana: Stiff.

Rygel: I think he should have
taken his pose more seriously.

Tyno: I believe he
did the best he could.

D'argo: So, what happens now?

For them, 80 cycles
of government.

Boring, but ultimately
advantageous.

And what do we do?

Scorpius has been asked to leave
our system within the solar day.

Once his command carrier
vacates...

We hope that moya returns
and picks us up.

Chiana:
You really going to stay, ryg?

Why not? Crichton will need
advising and ah, the food's good.

So he can hear us?

Every word.

The acoustics of this chamber
funnel all sounds to them.

May we say goodbye?

I'll wait outside.

John.

Hey, d'argo.

You can hear us, but do
you feel any pain?

No, but I'd really love
to pick my nose.

He remains without a
sense of humor.

It's good to hear your
voice, John.

Yours, too. Hey, can I
say hi to chiana?

Chiana.

You look great in bronze.

You look great in pink.

Brings out your eyes.

( Laughs )

Clavor: Frell! Frell! Frell!

I'm gonna topple his statue!

I should be regent!

(Metallic clank) (Gasps )

Cargn: While enormously
symbolic, your highness,

may I propose a more
permanent tactic?

What?!

( Growls )

(Gasps )

Cargn:
Are you sure he's still alive?

Clavor: Of course. Each
cell is self—encapsulated.

As long as the parts stay in their
metallised state, he can be reconstituted.

Cargn: Very impressive.

My great grandfather was broken
in half when the senate cohapsed

after a groundshaker.

All he suffered was
a severe limp.

( Laughs )

Foundry acid should ensure
this ruler fares worse.

No, no, no, no, give it to me.
Give it to me.

I know you can hear me,
crichton, and I know you're scared.

Our laws state that a couple
must rule together, hmm?

That's why the crown must soon pass to me
because you can't rule with one little head.

My name is John crichton,
an astronaut.

A radiation wave hit and I got
shot through a wormhole.

Now I'm lost in some distant
part of the universe on a ship,

a living ship, full of strange
alien life-forms.

Help me.

Listen, please.

Is there anybody out there
who can hear me?

I'm being hunted by an insane
military commander.

I'm doing everything I can.

I'm just looking for a way home.

Aeryn: I propose that we
start here and traverse around.

Excellent.

You always this agreeable?

( Chuckles )

Am I being agreeable?

Well, everything I've suggested, since
the moment we met, you've consented to.

They've all been good ideas.

And your proficiency at this is?

I've been rated expert.

Really?

Mmm. That's clearly
a local custom.

What's this one called?
"Kiss your climbing partner"?

A different local custom.

"Kiss woman you're
attracted to."

Right.

You ready?

Novia: Whoever perpetrated this
atrocity shall pay in kind. Beheaded!

D'argo: Surely you
don't think... —silence!

This planet is under stringent law until
my daughter's husband is made whole.

No one is to leave or even
contact their vessels,

whether they purport to be a
friend of the crown or not!

Mm... mm...

Where is the one called aeryn
sun? The former peacekeeper?

Rygel: We don't know.

She was upset that crichton
was to marry the Princess.

I saw it with my own eyes.

You cannot possibly think...
—i can't possibly not!

Find her.

Bring her to us for questioning.

If you want someone with a
motive for stealing crichton's head,

try that vigilar scorpius.

Everyone is suspect, especially
off-worlders.

If prince clavor assumes the
throne, I cannot guarantee your safety.

Find your friend's head.

Very fortunate I sampled your DNA
when you were in the Aurora chair.

There would have been no other
way to track you, crichton.

Though the crystalisation of your
cells was designed to withstand

80 cycles of airborne corrosives,
it seems three arns, well,

a full-on acid attack is
all it takes.

You're beginning to pit.

And while I won't be able
to retrieve your body,

I promise you,

the wormhole calculations
you have in your mind...

Who's there?

Who's there?

(Grunts)

( Drd whirring )

You should use one of moya's
transport pods instead of that little one.

What do you care what I do?

All life is precious.

Yours should continue.

And moya's shouldn't?

We have been through this.

Moya can produce
gunship offspring.

We did not intend the universe
to be subjected to that affliction.

I'm sorry.

I must leave now.

No! Kahaynu!

If moya's life is to end
capriciously, and pilot's also,

you and I are going to
remain with them.

Doubtful.

Drd, now!

In reverse!

Kahaynu: What? Stop this!

Recommission moya.

I cannot. I will not.

Turn the engine off!

I will spare you if
you spare moya.

Stop! I beg you!

How does it feel for your prayers
to go unanswered, kahaynu?

( Kahaynu screams)

Dear goddess.

In my rage, what have I done?

I cannot find crichton's
head anywhere.

I feel miserable.

Hey...

Aren't you tired?

Just responsible.

I'm the one that talked
him into it.

We had no other options.
You said that yourself.

We take what we get.

(Loud screaming)

My body! My body!

I'm working on it.

Working on it? It's impossible.

Strangely not.

If I do this right, your
current state is not terminal.

And if not done right?

Terminal.

Get experts.

We're beyond that,
don't you think?

You're way too vulnerable in
this state. See exhibits "a" and "b.“

have you got a plan?

Revitalize you.

Your speech abilities are
so limited right now,

you couldn't convince the
empress you're a headless statue.

Whoa, nice dress. —save it.

When the empress sees you, my trill fiance
and his scarran will be in deep dren.

Then you can be remade
into a statue.

That's not much of a plan.

As long as the parts are
aligned right... (Grunts in pain)

The machine should do the rest.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, hey,
hey, hey, wait, wait, wait, wait!

Just a second! Hey, come back!

(Electronic whirring)

(Groaning)

Can you turn your neck?

(Groaning)

Can you speak?

Thank you.

Can you walk?

Uh... uh...

( Groans )

( Frustrated sigh )

Cargn: I told you, it's best
we're not seen together

until after you're married

and assume the line
of succession!

You mean, if I do.
Crichton's body is gone.

Someone used the processor
to revitalize him.

Without his head, is that
really a concern?

They're still reconstructing the
data but it seems, oh, great frell up,

that his head was attached at
the time!

Someone retrieved his head?

Do something, oh magnificent
representative of a supposedly master race

or you will surely die at
my mother's hand.

And I, I will cheer her on.

Aeryn: Dregon, what's wrong?

Nothing.

I've secured it.
You can come up now.

Are your lines stuck?

I'm coming down. —it's okay.

- Dregon?
- I'm... just...

Are you injured?

We're too high.

What?

Aeryn: You've done
this before, haven't you?

Isn't that right?
You were rated expert, correct?

At the training facility.

This is your first wall?

Yeah. Outside.

For the love of cholak!

All right. Hang on.

Right. Grab my hand.

Dregon, just grab my hand.

Good. Good.

- All right... no...
- Help me.

Please. Don't let me fall.

I won't. It's fine.

All you have to do is hold on
with that hand there.

That left hand. Can you do that?

You got it? Take a deep...

Take a deep breath!

Take a deep breath...

That's it.

All right, now, hold on.

I've got you.

No, no, no, no, no, not my leg.
The wall! Hold on to the wall!

Aah!

Crichton: Where the hell are we?

Don't worry about it.
Somewhere no one will find you.

That was not my question.

( Crichton grunts )

(Grunting): Ouch.

Is that your real name?

- John crichton?
- Yeah.

And which sebacean house
is that from?

Hey now, if I tell you,
I'll have to kill you.

Why is scorpius here?

You don't know?

He's not part of my brief.

However, he seems to be
part of yours.

Look, I appreciate that
you have questions.

I'm sure you'll appreciate that
I'm not going to answer them.

(Grunts)

I heard some of what
scorpius said.

He wasn't protecting you as an
ally. He was capturing you as prey.

You wouldn't like the truth.

The data scan listed John
crichton as non-sebacean.

So, if you're not sebacean,
you're not peacekeeper.

If you're not peacekeeper,
you're not special directorate.

If you're not special directorate,
you can't be a disruptor.

And if you're not a disruptor,

then you know too much about me.

Oh.

Well, there's more, but that
pretty much sums it up, yeah.

That is either the most pathetic
fabrication I've ever heard,

or the most pathetic life
I could ever imagine.

- Either way...
- Oh, like they're whacked out antecedents

to a chick with a stiletto
in her wrist?

Better.

So did you kill scorpy?

Leave bodies lying around,
they look for a killer.

It's not like he's going to
report the assault.

Then why choose me over him?

Because I couldn't give a krag's
ass about anything but my job.

Prevent the scarrans from
getting a claw on this empire.

You're my best chance of
making that happen.

Assuming I'm willing to play
garden gnome for the next 80 cycles.

John, if I fail,

so many innocent lives
will be lost.

Help me do my job

and I'll help you get what you
want, whatever it is.

You know, things never
work out like you plan.

That's what makes it fun.

Isn't there any other way
to contact help?

Not unless a ship passes
and sees us.

I told you before, these are
the devastator reefs.

Boats never come here.

Well then, inland is our only hope,
unless of course you want to stay.

Please.

Don't leave me.

Don't tempt me.

Zhaan: May the goddess
recognize the gentleness of your spirit

and guide you to your ancestors.

( Sniffles )

Pa'u zotoh zhaan.

You live.

As does moya.

(Deep whirring )

(Gasps )

Zhaan: What kind of
repellent game is this?

Upon my first exploration
of moya,

I knew the circumstances that
produced her gunship offspring,

and I knew she was
a worthy soul.

Then why did you put her
through this?

To see if you were worthy.

These are gentle beasts who will ultimately
follow the directions of those in control.

Should you desire it, priestess,

you could produce an army
of killing machines.

But zhaan would never...

Of course she wouldn't.

We know that now.

We are confident that you will
protect moya vigorously

against those who seek
to exploit her.

You are worthy of that
responsibility.

If that is so, then I demand
you leave this ship immediately.

As you wish.

But first...

Moya wishes to speak with you.

Moya: Zhaan...

( Laughs softly)

One request.

Anything, moya.

Moya: Sing.

( Laughing )

( Applause )

It's good that you came.

Do you know where crichton is?

Honestly?

No.

But I'm as anxious to find
him as you are.

For his wormhole knowledge.

Hmm.

That's secondary at this point.

I'm without accompaniment,
totally unarmed.

Should the empress wish
to execute us,

I have no doubt she
would succeed.

So now we are allies?

Hmm.

Effectively, yes.

I assume you know sastaretski
cargn, the scarran emissary?

And his alliance with
prince clavor.

Who's next in line for
the throne.

So, they are our natural
suspects.

What do you want, scorpius?

I will help you get crichton
off this planet alive,

collect the information I need from
his mind and release him to you,

unharmed.

You're half scarran, aren't you?

By which measure I should
not be judged.

Cargn: Because it
would find him lacking.

Ka d'argo, is it?

Luxan? A great race of warriors.

I am honored.

And to you, biological mistake,

I commend your plan, having an
agent marry the Princess.

How did you defeat my DNA
alterations of her?

Scorpius is not in league
with crichton.

We despise him.

Truly? Have I misjudged the
situation that badly?

Even if you establish diplomatic
ties with this dynasty,

that would mean that we,
peacekeepers,

would have to respond,
preventing it.

And that could mean a
total conflagration.

But who would be seen
as aggressor?

All but sealing their access to
the uncharted territories?

( Growling )

Aah! —luxan brute,

where is crichton?!

I don't know.

Has he been reconstituted into
flesh and blood form?

Agh! I... I don't know.

Is there anyone who does?

Chiana... think she does...
But...

Enough!

I will offer you a deal.

I would rather race you to
the nebari girl chiana.

The means to our
different goals...

May be the same, emissary.

What about the coming
conflagration between our species?

If you wish to provoke peacekeeper
might, well, we shall oblige,

by defeating you.

I would still rather race
you to the girl.

( Groans )

Please!

"Please..." stop dragging you?

No, but it...

I know, it hurts.

You want it to not hurt?

Well next time...

Hold on to the frelling wall!

Rygel!

Uh?

Have you seen chiana?

No. Have you tried...

( Hiccups )
Looking under your sheets?

I think scorpius and the
scarran may have her.

They think she knows were
John and aeryn are.

We were looking together...
When she split off.

Yeah? —I'm so nervous,
I had to stop for a bite.

Which I'm too nervous to eat.

Yeah, alright.
What's the matter?

I asked around.

The last time the empress
threatened to execute off-worlders...

(Hiccups)

She did.

Rygel...

I need your help.

They're going to torture her
and she doesn't know anything.

I'll float above the streets
for a better view.

Yes!

We'll find her.

What the frell is that?

She does not know crichton's
whereabouts, as I suspected.

So, get rid of her.

I believe she may
have another use.

I don't even want to know.
Cargn, we're through.

Everything you said
would pass has not.

I'm simply trying to ensure
your ascension.

If crichton is not found by
tomorrow, you'll be crowned.

Through no efforts of
yours, sadly.

Which means I no longer
need your allegiance.

The dissolution of our
relationship is not yours to effect.

Look, my mother knows about us.

I can't be married until
I renounce you.

I will not allow it.

I'm doing you a favor, a-hmm?

She's going to start the
ceremony by executing off-worlders.

Get out of here. Hide. Run.

There's no way for me to
escape and you know it.

And I thought you were good.

I am.

I have one final question for
you, duplicitous prince clavor.

What?

Do you know that as promised,
I am about to kill you?

No... no...

No!

Yes.

Just a little tingling in the
hands and feet. I'm good to go.

Too late.

Local animals are carnivorous
after dark.

Animals.

Okay, fine. First light.
I have people to protect.

As I must mine.

Can I trust you?

Oh yeah, I'm a regular
boy scout.

I do what I have to do.

And I assume you do it well.

(Sniffing)

( Growling )

I, uh...

I have found cargn.

It will take both of us
to kill him.

Scarrans have exceptional
strength.

And why do you think
I'll help you?

He has chiana.

And you want her.

And you don't?

I want John crichton.

You'll never get crichton.

He'll die first.

You underestimate the strength
of a relationship

even your friend does not
yet understand.

( Laughing )

I want you to have this.

A little stuns and a lot kills.

Tomorrow will be dangerous.

Scorpius, cargn,
the empress's anger.

Be careful.

I might not be able
to protect you.

One step at a time, jena.

One step at a time.

I'm sorry I brought this on you.

Do you always pursue women
you don't know?

If I'm drawn to them.

Would you be lying here
helpless, giving up,

if crichton were back there
waiting for you?

You wouldn't understand.

Does your leg hurt? It's broken.

I'm trained to deal with that.

That's the answer.

You're not trained to deal
with emotions.

So you're afraid of them.

Emotional pain...

You wear like a badge.

It means you've been there.

And it can't get calloused because
each fresh hurt stings like the first.

Why would you want that?

Because of all the days
before it hurts.

The good days, when
you're in love.

It's too bad you can't
get back to at least

tell crichton how you feel.

What difference would it make?

He's a frelling statue.

But he can hear.

He can see.

He'll know, aeryn.

At least he'll know.

Crichton: You're late.

I'm moving a little slow.

Are you ready to do this?

I've grieved with the
best of them.

All right, showtime.

I hope it all works out.

One way or the other.

We're not compatible.

( Glass breaking )

You always know just
what to say.

Not always.

But sometimes I know who
to say it to.

Give me some time
before you enter.

(Grunting and panting )

Aeryn.

What?

Look.

Man: Hello.

Hello, do you need help?

Stay there.
I'll come and get you.

Yes.

Dregon: Aeryn?

Listen.

I know this didn't turn out
like we wanted.

I know I was a hindrance.

But I was hoping...

We could go out again?

No! No! This can't be!

I'm sorry, jenavian.

There was nothing we could do.

Surely the empress knows that
this is the scarran's work.

How could she not?

Of course she knows!

And he will be the first one
put to death.

Why the rest of us?

Because, fool that he was,
no offense,

prince clavor was her son.

You will all be arrested
and executed.

Crichton: I feel compelled to disagree
with the empress on that decision.

Crichton... crichton!

Hey, sparky.

Oh, thank the spirits.

Jena. Sorry about your prince,
but I hear he deserved it.

( Sobbing )

Your excellency, who defiled
your position? Who rescued you?

Later. Rygel, what about
the others?

Nothing on aeryn. I'm sorry.

D'argo's with scorpius.

They think the scarran has
chiana so they're gonna to kill him.

Crichton, wait!
Where are you going?

I don't know. I'll let you
know when I get there.

I'm assuming my execution
is off.

Chiana!

(Whimpering )

Stay back!

He cannot damage your brain
from this distance,

but any closer...

There are two of us and
only one of him.

How badly do you want him dead?

(Chiana whimpering)

No closer or the girl dies.

That will not help prince
clavor become king.

Agreed.
This is about killing you.

The girl.

Has she told you where
crichton is?

Of course not. She doesn't know.

But she did say you aren't
allies, and that in all probability,

you did not come here
to impede my plan.

It must be painful to realize
that you are defeated,

yes, defeated,

by nothing more than your
own suspicions.

Too hot in here, scorpius?

What's the matter?

When he becomes incapacitated,

I shall turn full
attention to you!

Nothing. It's nothing.
Don't listen to him.

Because if you do, you'll know
this mutant's weakness.

That his scarran half loves the
heat, thrives in heat, craves heat.

But his peacekeeper half is
destroyed by that same warmth.

Is this true?

Thermal regulator suit,

cooling rods inserted directly
into his brain.

Tell me the rumors are true.

Please tell me your search for
thermic constancy is tormentful.

(Yelling )

( Screaming )

Luxan coward.

Now you will die!

Hey!

Crichton!

( Screaming )

You haven't defeated me!

Obviously not.

But you dumped me in the acid,
so let's see how you like it!

( Screaming )

( Screaming )

Chiana!

No!

You're the best.
—how Batman was that?!

You guys okay?

We're fine, John.

It's good to see you.

You, too.

What about scorpy? Is he dead?

If he isn't, he should be by
the time you come out.

( Screaming )

I'm not your enemy.

I'm not your friend.

You leave me the hell alone.

Or the next time we part,

one of us will be dead.

I am sorry if it upsets your
line of succession,

but I am not going to
be a statue again.

I understand your concerns, as
I'm sure you must understand ours.

However, if you're the kind of man
that would walk away from his own child,

we would not want you to rule.

Child? What the hell are
you talking about?

My daughter is pregnant
with your seed.

How? Whoa! How? No, no.
We never...

Samples from the DNA comparison.

Did you really think a system this stable
would leave so important a detail to chance?

Make me a statue.

You change your mind so quickly.

A child deserves two parents.

My child deserves a father.
Make me a statue.

Counselor tyno, arrange for
this honorable man

to reundergo the
transmutation process.

I'm afraid that's
impossible, empress.

Recall that crichton
is not sebacean.

Based on our findings, human physiology
would not tolerate the process a second time.

What the hell are you
talking about?

If you stood beneath that
machine again, you would die.

She won't be defrosted for
another 80 cycles.

I'm not going to live that long.
I won't be there for them!

I know!

I'm sorry.

You take my place.

I can't.

Nobody knows me, right?

The public, they don't
know who I am.

Your unveiling was to be
your introduction.

Right.

Counselor tyno can be
your new king.

Their chromosomes are
not compatible!

It doesn't matter.

She's already pregnant.

And it satisfies everything
that you need.

And it gives my child
a good father.

And they love each other.

( Headset beeps )

What do you say?

Does this work for you?

Yes. Thank you.

I'm sorry that I won't
be around.

I'll never forget.

It's your call.

As long as the secrets we forge
in this room do not escape,

it can be done.

Well, there you go.

Good guys win for once.

And I have a child that
I'll never know.

Princess katralla wants to know
if you'd like to see your offspring.

Yes.

Hi, there.

Hi. Are you my dad?

Yeah, that's right.

I love you, daddy.

You take care of my little girl.

So how come crichton didn't
kill scorpius?

D'argo: It was a mistake.

One that I fear will
come back to haunt us.

Yeah, but he can't follow
us, right?

Well pilot says that
we're safer now.

Did he tell you what
happened to moya?

Zhaan, either.

Rygel thinks they were scared
I just think they were lost.

Either way, they're keeping
it to themselves.

Hey.

I'm very proud of you.

I'm proud of you.

You handled yourself well.

Well, you handled meself
well, too.

What's the matter?

Aw, I just can't stop thinking about
crichton will never see his daughter again.

Hits pretty close to home, huh?

The fact that I may never see my son
again is a grief I would wish upon no one.

It pains me to think of what
he's going through right now.

It pains me, too.

And you thought we weren't
compatible.

Zhaan said the surgical reconstructors
did an excellent job on your leg.

There's no sign that it
was ever broken.

Yeah, I was, uh...

Worried about you when you
didn't show up for the wedding.

Anyway, I'm... I'm just
glad you're okay.

And I have noticed that you're
not talking to me.