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Previously on Farscape.

I don't see another option.

Scorpius has the knowledge from my brain

and I'm not gonna let him shaft the universe with it.

I'm going to stop Scorpius.

Welcome.

I grant you, John, and your companions,

full diplomatic rights, immunities and courtesies whilst aboard this vessel.

Those wearing the bracelets will feel each other's pain.

And if one is killed?

Both will be dead.

Let's test the jewelry.

The rift between us is finally breached.

Scorpius stole your command.

I knew he squeezed you out of power.

What else do you know?

You could have come back.

I didn't want to come back.

It's magnificent.

He's harmless. His weapons have been deactivated.

That's ship's biologics are on minimal autosupport.

All its other systems are dead.

These are design specs, right?

To create an external field that stabilizes the wormhole before entry.

Your project has cost us dearly and yielded nothing.

The equations we need are in here.

Don't touch me.

You give me what I want, or I swear,

I will keep you alive so that you can witness your homeworld's destruction!

And now, on Farscape.

Look at it!

Get the hell off me, you son of a bitch!

You listen to me, John.

I don't care about your homeworld.

Your entire species, live, die, means nothing to me.

What interests me is that they matter to you!

You think holding a frickin' gun on my planet is going to motivate me to help you?!

I have run out of time.

Oh, don't stop.

Let's see how much pain you can take.

That Commandant bitch will return here any time.

I must be able to report success or she's going to scrap my wormhole project

and soon, the Scarrans will rule half this galaxy!

Oh, Grasshopper. You're so screwed.

If I am screwed, John,

things around here are going to get very ugly.

But if Grayza's going to stop the experiment in a few days then we have already succeeded.

No. Scorpius is in Captain Queeg mode.

Somebody's stolen his strawberries and he's not gonna let his pet project die.

How's he planning to stop Grayza?

We're talking about Scorpius. You prepared to bet against him?

Bialar. You look tense. Let's take a little steam in that restorative chamber.

So we're agreed.

We stay no longer. We go.

Agreed.

All right folks, gather round.

New deal.

This whole Commandant Grayza's strong arm routine changes everything.

We agree.

This could all get nasty very quickly.

Absolutely. But it might not be nasty enough to put a spike

into Scorpy's wormhole project once and for all.

From the scuttlebutt on the ship,

this Grayza's got Scorpius's mivonks in one hezmana of a vice.

Are we all on the same page here?

We came to permanently sabotage Scorpy's project.

Now, I've been trying to kill it from the inside, but we have run out of time.

We have one option left.

Only one.

We blow up the Command Carrier.

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.

Blow up the Command Carrier?

The entire Command Carrier?

All of Scorpy's data is on this ship.

He's retro'd the entire damn hull into a repeater necessary to stabilize a wormhole.

This boat is the Peacekeeper Wormhole Project.

But this Carrier's huge. Over a metra long.

Is it possible to blow up the whole ship?

It's armed to the teeth.

We can blow the munitions store.

Hell, we can stick a banana in the tailpipe.

I do not care how we do it, but we do it.

There are over 50,000 men, women and children aboard this ship.

Then we find a way to get them off before we blow it up.

John, there's no way...

Is this not what we came here to do?

Crais.

You commanded this ship. Can we destroy it?

It's possible.

I'll need to see the specs on any modifications Scorpius has made,

and any redistribution of power and fuel since I was in command.

Good. We have a start.

And we will find a way to get the people off.

Guys...

we can do this.

And we have to try.

I did see what the Scarrans were able to do.

Even if, by some wild miracle, I manage to regain my throne,

I won't hold it for long if the Peacekeepers have this technology.

I know what horrible destruction wormholes can wreak.

Nobody should wield such power.

Nobody.

All available tech units to Docking Bay Two.

I'm on my way to the Leviathan hybrid.

Not anymore, sir.

The hybrid is dead.

There is no reason to deny me access.

Scorpius's orders are my reason.

This is all very pleasant, John, but shouldn't we be working?

Or at least, well, pretending to work?

Would he do it?

Eh?

Oh. Would Scorpius actually attack Earth

if you fail in delivering the wormhole answers?

Would he set out on a 60 cycle mission to destroy an insignificant planet? Huh!

I would never underestimate Scorpius's resolve for retribution, John.

If he feels he's been...

No, wait... - Hey!

Took your hand off.

Got any threes?

Ah-ha. Yes.

So tell me, John.

If you do develop wormhole travel and gain the ability to return home,

would you really destroy that information?

Got any sixes?

Go fish! Ah-ha!

Oh, yes!

Crichton... Crichton?

Crichton?

Crichton, you're no longer writing on the tablet.

Crichton... Crichton...

Oh my Jenset, look what you've done.

I... I think you've unlocked the fifth level coupling anomalies!

So that's how it works.

I must get these figures plugged in immediately.

We're close.

Yes. Oh, yes!

I can do this.

Disarming him was the final step towards his resurrection.

Your experience with Talyn will be invaluable to making that happen.

We must get you back aboard Talyn.

They'd never let me stay with him.

We don't know that.

Not unless I have something to trade.

Sir.

A talk with Crais, sir.

You have something for me?

Yes. A demand.

Get him out of... get him out of my sight!

I demand that I suffer no repercussions for any of my actions during exile.

I demand assurances that the Leviathan hybrid will be resurrected.

That I will be leader of that project working alongside Lieutenant Larell.

Stop.

Let him speak.

You have something comparable, I assume.

More than comparable.

Any deal you strike with me may not prove enforceable once Commandant Grayza returns.

If you delineate my requests in an Executive Order,

signed while you are still in command of this vessel,

High Command must honor it, no matter what dishonor you may endure.

I accept your terms.

Release him.

Scorpius,

Crichton has no intention of helping you.

He is determined that there is only one way to stop you and your experiments with finality.

He is conspiring with some of Moya's crew to destroy this Command Carrier.

Help! Let me go!

Hey!

Ow... Ow...

Got an injury?

Yes.

Let's have a look.

All right.

Well, this may sting a little.

When I was your age,

do you have any idea how many times I was ambushed when I wasn't ready?

Let me see.

Hmm... Hmm... Hmm...

Cadet. At service, now!

Henta.

Let it bleed. Let it scar.

You'll want it. Go.

Don't make her soft, Aeryn.

So much you don't know, Henta.

What are you doing here?

We need to talk. There's a problem.

Follow me.

We've secured the information about the ship's modifications.

We got word on the life pods.

Great. Let's get the information, get it to Crichton

and get the frell out of here.

The equations they're flowing from you like a Walteran fountain.

This is wonderful, Crichton.

It seems your subconscious has blossomed.

Despite yourself, you are delivering the secrets that will allow me to succeed.

And, ah,

no more distractions, John.

Your plot against this ship has failed. Your friends are in custody.

You are dead!

You are a dead man, Crais!

If Grayza insists that they all complete their sentences as prisoners, then so be it.

No, no, no. I forced 'em to do it.

I demand you let them go, if want me to keep working.

You demand nothing! You get me my wormholes or I swear,

I will kill them all.

We didn't actually do anything.

I mean, all they have is our intent.

They're Peacekeepers, Jool.

They're not into justice, they're into enforcement.

Hey. Come on.

We've been in worse scrapes than this.

I was a Peacekeeper prisoner for eight cycles.

You don't think that I spent every single solar day trying to escape?

Last time it took me 130 cycles to escape.

130 cycles?!

Huh, I was lucky.

You wanted to see me?

No, stop it!

It's safe to talk here and you need to hear this.

I need to kick his ass. He sold us out!

You can't destroy this ship by simply throwing a few switches.

So you set 'em up.

No Crichton, I did not.

I needed the distraction

so that Scorpius would believe that the plot against him had failed.

I kept Aeryn safe because I need her.

You should come up with a newer line.

And you should listen to him now.

All that I have cared for have gone.

My parents were taken away from me, my brother dead.

So now I live, I plan, I do, all in the service of my own interests.

In that, I believe, I am not unique in the universe.

Snap this up. I gotta get back.

Despite all of this,

I understand the power of the technology that Scorpius is attempting to harness.

I understand the horror that will wash over this galaxy if anyone wields this weapon.

And last of all, I now know that I am the only individual capable of stopping it.

Have fun.

Listen, we are all on the same team. We all want this ship destroyed.

And the one way to do that...

is with Talyn.

Crais is proposing that he and Talyn

Starburst while still inside the Command Carrier hangar.

The Carrier will collapse upon itself.

Outer decks first, central core last.

It will take at least half an arn for the ship to fully implode.

Giving the crew time to abandon ship.

Tell me you believe this?

Do you have a plan to destroy the ship?

Not yet.

D'Argo and the others are probably in a holding cell and I can find them.

Where do we meet up with you and Talyn?

You don't.

Starburst in a confined space where the energy can't dissipate...

Hmm.

It will be the hero's death that Talyn deserves.

You're gonna die?

I will need a, uh...

significant distraction to keep Scorpius occupied.

Crais!

I'll get you one.

19 through 27 to Cargo Bay 7.

F11217 to Dock Bay 6.

Yo, Harrison. Get your shoes on.

We're going on a little trip to my module.

My dear Crichton...

You smell this?

Wormholes.

We are this close.

But you gotta get Scorpy to call off the watchdogs.

Crichton. Crichton!

Crichton.

What's happening? - Nothing.

You forget how well I know you.

I can tell you're about to do something.

You do know me very well.

If I suspect you're conspiring against Scorpius, I must report it.

Larell...

if you suspect anything, you must report it.

Do not be disloyal to Scorpius in any way.

Tell me. Tell me.

Tell Scorpius it's not going to work.

Next time he sends someone to spy on me, send someone I care about!

Crichton!

Crichton, we must hurry.

Scorpius said we must not stay on Moya long.

Yeah, yeah. I'm on my way.

Quickly, check the stabilizers.

Moya understands.

She says it is best this way.

Talyn was always destined for a violent end.

This then at least will be a noble one.

We may never see any of you again.

Pilot, just be ready to Starburst if you don't see us hauling ass toward you.

You give Moya my love.

And her love to you.

As well as mine.

Check the nose cone.

Co-Kura, make sure those sensors are far away from the head strut.

Attach one to either side.

I allowed you to get this primitive ship.

How is this going to get me what I want?

Read the middle finger, Scorpy.

I have a thought forming in my head about why this "primitive ship"

with no shielding allows me to survive wormholes.

I'm gonna check it out.

Which pilot is ready for deployment?

Oh, no.

No, no, nobody flies her but me.

One of your bozos screws up and bye bye, birdie.

You could die, John.

Yes, I could die.

If I don't kick this project in the ass before Commandant Cleavage gets back,

she's going to execute me anyway, right?

What?

Are you worried if I turn to Silly Putty, so do you?

Why don't you come with me?

Come on, Grasshopper. Come with me.

You spent your life in search of wormholes.

Let me introduce you to one, up close and personal.

Unless of course you're too scared.

Co-Kura, how are the sensors reading?

All sensor data flowing at maximum.

All right, Scorp. You ready to rumble?

Oh yes, John.

We are approaching optimal attitude.

All data still flowing.

Entering the wormhole in ten microts on my mark.

Check your drag coefficient, Crichton.

Hey, what do you think?

This is without description, John.

It's a real Kodak moment.

Sensor readings are starting to oscillate.

Crichton, we're detecting rantak thrust.

What is that, John? - I don't know.

You're approaching a zone of possible instability.

All right, buckle up back there. We got a little problem.

What is causing this, John?

You may not know it, sir, but my orders have been changed by Scorpius himself.

He said if you tried to board the hybrid again, I was authorized to shoot to kill.

Sensor readings, they're all in the danger zone.

Do you read me?

Crichton?

Commander Crichton?!

Do you read me?

Do you read me?!

Can you read me?

Crichton?

Get me readings!

Are either of them still alive?

I'm going to enjoy this, Commander.

Not as much as me.

Grenade!

Co-Kura, we are experiencing heavy instabilities.

Attempting to recover.

What is causing this, John?

Flying through wormholes ain't like dusting crops, farm boy.

It takes a little finesse.

Okay, Co-Kura. We are stabilizing.

Sensor readings confirm that.

Now you go.

I've never felt this... connected, John.

You're not goin' all mushy on me back there, are you?

The wormhole appears to be experiencing wave fluctuations.

I... I strongly recommend that you fly clear and return to the Carrier.

Right.

Yes, Talyn. I'm here.

No need to be afraid.

Talyn...

the firing mechanism on your cannon was taken from you by the Peacekeepers.

The rest have been captured...

and Moya...

Moya will soon be enslaved, unless...

we do something.

Something radical.

You and I.

Together.

You haven't got your wormhole legs yet.

Don't worry. First time is the worst.

Scorpius.

I am just making my final goodbyes.

Where are you, Crais?

I am standing in your heart.

And I am about to squeeze.

Braca.

Find the source of this transmission and arrest that fool.

It's coming from the hybrid in the Gamma hanger on level 12.

The hybrid's powering up.

You are the most repellent of creatures, Scorpius.

You weren't born into Peacekeepers.

You weren't conscripted against your will.

You chose to be one.

I want the bay doors sealed.

All Prowlers scrambled.

That hybrid must not get away.

The hybrid's building to maximum power inside the hanger.

I don't think he's planning to escape.

The last time I left this ship,

my ship,

I did so under a veil of secrecy.

You forced that situation.

You took away my command.

You stole my life from me.

Well, this time, Scorpius,

I am not leaving quietly.

Somebody find that fool and get him out of that ship.

Somebody get that traitor off that ship!

I suggest you hang on to something.

Talyn.

Starburst.

What the frell?

Emergency. Emergency.

D'Argo!

He's done it. It's going down.

Yes, Moya. I see it.

I see it.

Let us out!

Jool!

It's Crichton. He's done it.

He's done it. He's killed it.

Yeah, but he's also killing us.

We're still frelling trapped.

I want out!

It's time to go!

Clear the area!

Move it!

Move!

Evacuation procedures now!

We have to go.

No, I must save our data.

This ship is dead.

The wormhole experiment is over, Co-Kura.

It's for the best.

You had something to do with this.

No!

But you wanted this too.

More than you know.

To stabilize a wormhole. To tame it, to tame its power.

It would have been the greatest scientific discovery anyone could imagine.

It is not just science!

It is never just science.

It's a weapon. It kills.

And I would not let the Peacekeepers have it.

Do you understand me? - Yes, I understand.

But you still hold the knowledge in your mind.

Then I'll have to be very, very careful.

Can you get to an escape pod?

Commander.

Other than you, there's one receptacle which holds significant data

pertaining to wormhole research.

If he lives, Scorpius will find me,

force me to tell him what I know.

Damn.

What are we going to do about that?

Only one thing to do.

The Aurora Chair will erase all wormhole knowledge from my mind.

Yeah, but Co-Kura, the chair won't wipe what I know and if it could,

I don't know that I could do what you're doing.

You're a brave man.

D'Argo! Chiana! - Aeryn!

Aeryn, this way!

Down here! Down here!

We're going to be Boolite goo real soon!

It's bent the bars!

Now! Chiana, let's go.

Sir!

Attention personnel. This is Scorpius.

The Command Carrier is collapsing in on itself.

Priority One Escape Procedures for the entire ship are now in effect!

Braca.

Come with me.

Crichton, are you still with Co-Kura?

Yeah, Aeryn. You okay?

Yes. The others are attending to business and then we shall be seeking transport.

Do not wait for me. I'm gonna get to the module.

I'll meet you back at Moya.

Crichton.

It would have been nice to know it could have been done.

Yeah.

Pilot?

Pilot, can you hear me?

D'Argo, is that you?

This Command Carrier is blowing to bits and we cannot get an escape pod off.

I need transportation out of here now!

What do you want me to do?

Patch me through to my ship.

Doing it now.

Voice activation on.

Weapons and defense shields activate.

Prepare for rescue retrieval.

Officer Sun, drop your weapon!

You did this, didn't you?

You and your fellow traitors.

There are 50,000 of us.

We gave you enough time.

Most of you will survive. - Most.

I know that by destroying this ship

I am saving millions of lives, Henta.

Too bad you can't save yourself.

D'Argo, Moya's scans are rising to critical.

If we're not away from here when the Command Carrier implodes,

it will destroy Moya.

We're on our way, Pilot. Give us 60 microts.

Looks like our partnership is over.

John Crichton.

Commander John Crichton.

Generations will know that name.

Because of you, very soon,

the Scarrans will destroy us.

One evil at a time.

That's the best I can do.

Tell me, Gandhi.

You still going after Earth?

To what purpose?

Vengeance against you?

The only vengeance I cared about is no longer within my grasp.

While holding two lights, depress 3-1-7,

then release.

Hold two, press 9-1-1,

and release.

We were close.

If we’re gonna get off this boat, now would be a good time.

I may not be getting off this ship, John.

Goodbye, Crichton.

Scorpius!

Crichton, the others are on D'Argo's ship.

I've taken a Prowler and I'm leaving now.

On my way.

Aeryn.

What?

Fly safe.

We all knew the time would come when we'd split up.

In the beginning I would never have even believed it could take so long.

Don't think I'm going to miss you.

Any of you. I'm not.

Well, maybe a little bit.

What are you going to do, Chiana?

I think I might... I might try and find the Nebari resistance.

Should we manage to reunite you with your people...

will you be leaving us?

From what I can tell, Pilot,

I won't be the only one leaving Moya soon.