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Outstanding.

Believe it or not, I'm actually getting better at controlling this thing.

How'd you say you figured this out?

Well, much trial and error, actually.

Yeah, it's impressive.

Well, I haven't had much else to do.

Takes time to learn to fly. I know you've been practicing on the ground...

No... what... hang on!

How many times?

One. Once. Uno.

You had to touch something!

D'Argo, I didn't touch anything. - How many times did I ask you?!

I said, "Do not go inside the ship!" - I needed the presnot calibrator.

I was using it! - Quit acting like Yosemite Sam!

I asked you just to stop! - It came out of my module.

Whoa, hey! Yo, yo, yo, easy, man!

Remember what the doctors say about hyper-rage...

John, I have nothing. Nothing!

I have no wife, no son, no home, nothing!

I have been forced to manufacture... - D'Argo...

distractions in order to live! - D'Argo, your ship...

That ship is all I have! - Look... No!

It's your ship... - You sabotaged my frelling ship!

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.

Pilot? Pilot?

I'm sorry, Jool. As you can understand, I am...

Yeah, yeah, he's not good.

There's some blood in his skull and some swelling and he's barely breathing.

Did the power cell in Zhaan's diagnostic scanner activate?

Anything on its own power source still works.

Pilot, John's fever's way up.

I can't control the temperature there, nor much else.

Then energy pulse seared all Moya's active power conduits.

We're fortunate Comms weren't in use at the time.

Is that krastic ship still frelling with us?

Yes. D'Argo feels Crichton's interference

must have triggered a security self-destruct sequence.

Can he stop it?

When we last spoke, D'Argo was rather agitated.

Which part of "I don't know" has you baffled?

Can't flush the ship out.

The hangar doors won't open.

Can't escape in a Transport Pod.

The hangar doors won't open! - Fix the hangar doors.

Pilot has no control.

You really frelled us this time, didn't you?

Me? It wasn't me! It was Crichton!

Oh, so you tried to kill him? - I didn't try and kill him, he slipped.

You're pathetic, you really are. And we're all gonna die because of it.

Ka D'Argo!

Your Qualta Blade.

That was mature.

So when's his ship gonna blow? - Unknown.

Moya and I have no active sensors in the Transport Hanger.

Yeah, yeah, we get the idea. What... what do we do?

Reactivate the DRDs.

They're the only ones who can rewire Moya. - Rewire?

Your ship crippled every inton of conduit and power application running at the time.

Then I'll cripple it.

Hey, Princess?

We're going to die, aren't we?

Eventually. You got the mivonks to push the date back?

Help D'Argo in the Transport Hangar.

When he's sick of you, find me.

You know what's happening?

Yeah.

I'm dying.

Let's see what's left in the fuel tank.

Go away and let me do what I gotta do.

Oh what, find a reason to live?

I got plenty of reasons.

Then give me...

the Letterman list.

Earth, Dad, pizza, sex,

cold beer, fast cars, sex,

Aeryn. Love.

Well, we're both dead.

Screw you.

None of that crap will get the job done, John.

You die, you drag me with you.

You want some advice?

No. - Revenge.

Revenge? - Yes.

Love is transient. Vaporous.

And guess who Aeryn loves right now?

He wins,

you lose.

Thank you for coming, go away.

Revenge is the strongest emotion, John.

Go away. - D'Argo put you here.

Live to even the score. - Goodbye, Scorpy. Bye-bye.

Your mind is no longer strong enough to control my comings and goings.

Is that a challenge?

How did you...

Ohhh, dear!

Looney Tunes.

Wasted energy, John.

Now focus.

Revenge is deep within your psyche.

A core vestige from your earliest evolution.

Unleash it now.

No.

This after school special dissipates our chances of survival, John.

You really want revenge?

Oh, yes.

Okay.

Revenge.

But only for you.

Are you sure that noise means we're going to explode?

What if it's just a...

Soft core overload.

It's like it wants us to shut it down, but I don't know how.

But you did it before.

Whatever Crichton did, he disabled the sequence of commands I was building up.

I mean, what if it wasn't Crichton? What if something's just happened?

I've been off the ground on this thing four times.

No problems.

He did it.

So dude, how you doin'?

You're dying.

Yeah, yeah, D'Argo tried to kill me.

Perhaps an overstatement.

Well, same net result.

Is he an enemy you wish to harm?

Oh man, I don't even know why we're fighting.

Then rise above his behavior.

Moya and I find it advantageous to avoid confrontation by egressing.

Run away?

Aggression feeds on opportunity.

Remove yourself as a target and the pursuer will eventually tire.

You're very wise.

I don't get out much, so I read.

Well thanks for the advice.

You could try it now if you like.

Um...

Oh, give me a break.

Come on, D'Argo. We're friends.

No more, human.

You can run as much as you like, but I'm gonna catch ya.

Yee-haw!

D'oh!

Yikes!

Come on, man, chill, before somebody gets hurt.

Any guesses who, runt?

Better look out.

Right.

Like I am gonna fall for that.

God, I love science fiction.

Beep, beep.

Hmm.

Ah!

This is Farscape One, I am free and flying.

Oh-ho!

Wormhole!

Yo, Harvey! Front and center, dude.

Whoa!

Oh.

Pilot was right, you were wrong.

Pilot was right, you were wrong.

If I keep running, nothing can hu...

Nothing can hurt you?

Is that what you're trying to say?

You can only run for so long, John.

Even in the childlike safety of your cartoon.

My way will sustain you.

Mother's milk.

Brutal...

real...

revenge.

John!

Take revenge, John!

Chiana's efforts with the DRDs have restored minimal functioning.

We now have a presence in the Maintenance Bay

and our analysis of that ship's energy signature indicates

it will explode in just under an arn.

Under an arn?

An estimate only.

Can you do something?

We will not be able to expel that ship.

So we're all going to die?

Moya and myself certainly.

However, I may have a way to save you.

Take food, liquids and a long-range frequency modulator

to Tier Sixteen's Treblin side pressure hatchway.

You should be able to survive a few solar days

prior to hypothermia, if I jettison it.

Oh, Pilot...

Go.

We can’t just leave you.

Go!

Gotcha, Princess. Treblin side hatch, Tier Sixteen.

I'm gonna try something then I'll meet you in the cold storage.

We're not leaving without Crichton.

But Pilot said...

An arn! Load the supplies, do what I tell you.

Children.

Nothing works. I've failed.

Move, D'Argo. Let Mommy shoot it.

No, no, no, no, no. It won't let you.

Well let's get out of here.

I don't like to lose.

Well then why'd you let go of me?

What'd you say?

Just something Luxan. My grandfather used to say it all the time.

Hey! What are you doing?

I'm not quite sure but I think that is a Luxan symbol for "spoken word."

You can read that?

A little bit.

I'm not really up on my ancient Luxan.

What?

What's it saying?

What?!

I don't know!

Well, is it Luxan? - Yes.

Well then how can you not know?

I'm not ancient Luxan.

I do not speak ancient Luxan and I do not read ancient Luxan,

because I am not ancient Luxan.

And not likely to become one, either.

Moya's dead-language library is incomplete. - What about ancient war declarations?

My access to it at this time even more so. -Historical fragments? Even the...

transcription of speeches? You can even try some...

At best, I am finding only words. - anti-Luxan propaganda.

Fragments of words.

Pilot, that ship is trying to kill us.

I need to know why it speaks Luxan.

The DRDs can prepare a supplemental...

Translator Microbe injection with... - Good. Good. Do it.

any data that I un... Ah!

How can he not learn his ancient tongue?

What kind of civilization doesn't pass on its culture?

They're warriors. Most of them didn't learn to read or write until 300 cycles ago.

It's ridiculous. It's savage.

I'll wager there are no artists or chefs there either.

What is your problem?

I did it.

You usually do. What?

I was in his ship.

What?

I didn't mean to. I...

You need to die horribly.

Oh, like you never screw up.

You'd compare this to anything I do?

Don't you think I feel bad?

because I think I can trust you... - do not go near his ship.

and what do you do? - So what do you do?

Let's just be a nasty little Nebari tramp! - Only problem is, someone would have gotten your body parts

Just shut up! - Just shut up!

All right. - Okay.

All right, you go.

I didn't actually touch anything in the ship. - I think actually the best thing to do is just to calm down...

Maybe it was something that Crichton did, - and figure this out.

there's no reason D'Argo should be mad at me, is there? - So I think the best thing to do is...

I just don't know how can I make my point... - get ready in case Pilot's gotta blow Moya apart to save us.

when you will not... - Oh, skelnick, would you...

...stop talking!

Okay.

My personal, growing hatred for you will be set aside... - and if you'll just back me, I'll never ask for

Girls! - Would you just let me speak!

What are you doing?! Huh?!

Uhhh...

Having a conversation. - Yeah.

Having a conversation?

Obviously very interesting.

Listen, this is my only chance with these Translator Microbes.

If it doesn't work, be here, ready, okay?

Yeah.

Now, you listen to me.

D'Argo has a lot on his mind at the moment.

If we survive, you tell him anything you like.

I just need to... - No! Do not...

do not tell him.

Isn’t she great?

Yeah, I'm thrilled with our relationship.

Well, D'Argo and I aren't gettin' along too good these days, either.

Yeah.

He put you in a coma.

I gotta figure out what to do about that.

How hard's that?

You're gonna die.

Well, Scorpy thinks I should get revenge.

Pilot wanted me to run, but that didn't work.

You got any ideas?

You once said to me that our species might be related.

If that's true, you have to have a measure of intelligence about you,

which means you can reason.

Be honest. Talk to him. Work out the problem.

Conflict's for barbarians.

D'Argo.

I think it may have been me.

I was in here earlier.

I didn't touch anything, I was just here.

I found this in the control.

Your hair!

Are you gonna to kill me?

I've already hurt Crichton today.

That's enough.

I didn't mean to cause any of...

Well what did you mean?

I mean, what were you doing in here?!

I know that I can be difficult.

That no one wants to spend time with me.

You're someone who...

I like.

And I know that since the problems with your son and Chiana,

that you've preferred to be alone.

In here.

I just thought,

if this is so important to you,

then maybe...

maybe if I learn a little about it,

we might have something to talk about.

Oh.

Thanks for making the effort.

D'Argo, we're friends, right?

And friends don't let friends drive drunk. It's just kind of...

Wow.

You look great.

Ha. Is this the best you could do?

I, uh... I miss you.

Obviously.

Where are my clothes?

On Talyn. You and that other guy.

The other me. You're not, uh...

Mm, don't do it to yourself, John.

Right.

Oh, no, no, no.

Before you go, you fix this.

Mm-hmm...

I get it. "I'm not bad. I'm just drawn that way."

Oh, please!

At least use some imagination.

Happy birthday, Mr. Astronaut...

"Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo?"

Honey, that's the wrong Shakespeare.

There's no place like home.

Hey, Johnny. Like a virgin?

I'll like... rescue you.

Can you do that Sharon Stone thing? Basic Instinct?

Johnny, just say...

No!

There's a good boy.

Thank you.

Now, what are you gonna do about D'Argo?

I don't know. I'm supposed to talk to him.

Not really sure what to say. Any advice?

Help?

D'Argo.

D'Argo, could you just leave young Johnny alone, please?

Um...

No.

Run, Forrest! Run!

Ah!

Come on, D, let... let's talk this out.

Ha, ha! Never!

Ladies, coming through.

Grr...

Captain, we hit something with the front of the ship.

D'Argo!

We're friends, big man.

How about a little rock, paper, scissors to work through your...

anger?

I don't think so, John.

You'd really shoot me?

We could get counseling. I know a guy.

Dr. Chuck Jones, wrote the...

Dr. Chuck Jones wrote the book on these situations.

Jool, babe, you were right...

You think so?

You think you could reason with me?

- Clear!

Clear!

You feel the life ebbing from both of us, John?

The creep of cadaverous cold? Achilles, I believe.

Your strength as weakness.

Your stubbornness has served you well in the past,

but now it is killing you, John.

These cartoons are a crutch,

attempting to shield yourself instead of doing what is called for.

Revenge.

D'Argo, the DRD should be there any microt.

All I could do was piece together fragments of language,

an incomplete vocabulary, at best.

That's all anyone could ask, Pilot.

Let's give it a shot.

The DRD will inject you.

Ow.

What's it say?

Shh.

D'Argo, you have to tell me.

Active self-destruct code can be voided...

with one of three...

ah, predetermined artifacts, singular to Luxan heritage.

Ancient freedom text. It's very rare.

An Orican's prayer amulet. This is hopeless.

...Qualta Blade.

What?

What? What does it want?

What?

...Qualta Blade.

With so little time left, I suggest you all start to prepare...

Begin searching immediately.

Now, I threw it over in this direction here.

Why would you do that?

Short version? 'Cause of you.

Now, I heard it falling so it could be on one of those tiers down there or,

ah, it could've fallen all the way down to the neural cluster.

So we split up and search.

A caution.

The DRDs use this empty cavern to deposit construction and repair refuse.

It's a reasonable risk. - Some of the...

Start searching.

Hey, Pip. You got a sec?

Sure.

You up on everything that's going on?

Yeah. You're dying. - Yeah.

Scorpius wants you to get revenge.

Pilot says run like a... a scalded kepnitz. - Yeah.

And Jool would talk D'Argo's ear off till he committed suicide.

So, uh, what do you think?

Well, revenge is sweet.

It's always worth the effort.

Ooh!

Why do I get the cellar and you guys get the catwalk?

This place smells horrible.

Guaranteed by your arrival.

Sugnil.

Chiana.

What do you want, D'Argo? What, I should bottle it up and become a Luxan?

Showing a little bit of self restraint wouldn't hurt.

Any luck?

Just crap. And dren.

Hey Princess, watch out.

Watch out for what?

Chunks of metal. Don't get hit.

There's no metal down here, there's just muck.

Do you have muck?

Oh, yeah. Up to my crutch in it.

Aah! Chiana, Jool, watch out!

For what?!

You little slut.

No, no. It wasn't Chiana, it was me.

Then how did she know?

I don't know.

Just made sense.

No revenge, no talking, no running.

Come on, baby. You're the sultana of survival.

What's left?

Be smarter.

They always make it more complicated than what they need to.

Use it against 'em.

Screw 'em at their own game.

That's good.

Pilot?

Yes, Joolushko.

Are there... other things living in Moya with us?

A panoply of harmless parasites, many serving symbiotic functions.

Perhaps you're hearing the Hodian trill-bat swarm.

Do these Hodian bat things...

leave droppings?

Extensively.

Their effluvium spreads along Moya's inner hull and helps seal microscopic cracks.

Bat dren.

You're walking through it.

Missed me. Ha.

Yo, D'Argo.

Look down.

Ah!

Don't you get it, D'Argo?

Chiana was right. I can always outsmart you.

You got to admit it. My wormhole looks a lot better than yours.

You... did not... paint... a wormhole!

You forgot to make yours swirl.

Buh-bye.

Well, this little spaceman's going home.

Lock up the women and hide the fried chicken!

I think I broke my leg.

Did you think you could make up all the rules?

Keep hiding behind a cartoon forever?

No!

Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to pay our final respects

and to say farewell to our dear friend Commander John Crichton,

a schmuck.

Mule headed, reckless and probably brain dead before I met him.

Alas, his death...

is mine also.

Even I don't know if it's too late.

We could already be gone.

I love Aeryn.

That should be enough.

Oh, soft emotion won't get the job done.

Revenge?

Crichton to D'Argo. Man to beast.

Destroy the bastard, John.

If only in your own mind.

Marty Goldstein stole my bike when I was seven.

I went over to his house and I gave him a bloody nose.

Powerful emotion, revenge.

I coulda just taken the bike back.

Yes. But can you just take your life back, John?

I don't wanna be like other people.

I don't wanna be like you.

I don't wanna stoop that low.

Kirk wouldn't stoop that low.

Oh, that was a television show, John.

And he made Priceline commercials.

But if you insist.

Then look to Kirk the way he really was.

Savage when he had to be.

He's a fiction, Harv.

I know the difference.

I'm real. I have to live with what I do.

You can no more deny your biologic heritage

than to change your grandparents' birthplace.

These primitive animal urges you think you must resist,

they're not relics from an uncivilized time.

They are in you for a reason.

Because you need them.

No cartoons, John. You can take him.

Eh, what's up, D'Argo?

I'll tell you what's up.

I'm going to kill you!

I don't think so.

Frell.

Chiana.

Still nothing.

Pilot?

I will again suggest you head immediately for the escape hatchway.

At least save yourselves.

Good idea. About time!

Princess?

I have the Qualta Blade!

I have the Qualta Blade!

I have the Qualta Blade!

This is kinda like the sound you hear before you die.

Or after.

Okay, you frellnik, it's your turn to die.

On with the show, this is it!

No cartoons, no crushes. Revenge.

I'd like to thank the Academy for this beautiful Oscar.

Oh, shut up, John. It's not presentation night.

You ought to be thanking me.

For what?

For saving your life.

Sorry, Harv. No joy.

I gave it a shot. You could have been right.

You were wrong.

I don't understand.

'Course you don't understand.

You live in the country but you do not speak the language.

Just don't... don't touch anything in here. You... You're clueless.

No, John. Revenge.

For you, it's a way of life.

For me, it's not the answer.

Then we're dead.

Don't ever distract me from what I really feel.

Harv, I... love... Aeryn.

I appreciate your help, though.

That's all, folks.

Identify yourself.

Hey.

I'm Ka D'Argo

Son of Laytun, grandson of Reska,

and I am the great-grandson of Ka D'Argo Treytal.

Power systems at your command, Ka D'Argo.

Telemetry functions at your command.

Deception Shroud at your command.

Sonic Accelerator at your command.

Particalization Field at your command.

Weapons Cascade at your command.

Communications Array at your command.

Eyes clear.

You did it!

I did it.

I did it.

Hey, guys.

The lights are all out.

Maybe we should call someone.

This stuff will not come off.

Lucky for you it doesn't smell.

It smells terrible.

Right.

I mean, lucky for me we don't share quarters.

You know, I think you should just show a little more respect.

Without my sacrifice you would...

We would have all perished.

Moya and I thank you, Jool.

You're welcome, Pilot.

Oh, if I were you, I'd clean out that lower level

if you ever expect me to go down there again.

Yes, of course.

Well, you won't have to go down there again

if you stopped frelling around with other people's stuff.

Excuse me.

D'Argo and I have already sorted all that.

I'm gonna take the first ride on his ship when he figures it all out.

Oh?

Kids.

Crichton, I know you're out there.

If you won't talk to me, can you at least just listen?

Somehow saying I'm sorry seems so inadequate.

Ah, we'll get through it.

I've so much rage inside.

So many things.

Sometimes, I...

I just need to control it better.

Well, now would be a good time to learn.

You got a baby ship to feed.

It's a curse, John.

A warrior heritage, my instincts.

You just gotta know when to control 'em, bro.

We have a code.

Aggression against an ally entitles retribution.

D'Argo, look at me.

There's nothing that would ever make me take revenge on you.

Thank you.

When you were dead,

did you know you were dead?

I mean... No.

What went through your mind?

What did you see?

Buddy, that would be impossible for me to explain to you.