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Hello, John.

Oh, at last.

At last.

Yes?

Sorry to wake you, sir, but I think we've finally done it.

On my way.

Crichton.

Pilot, can we keep going?

We can do anything if the others want to, but...

Well, then, can we turn around?

I am sick of running to the ends of the fekik just because he's got a balliun up his butt.

I have explained this to you.

You have explained it to all of us.

Over and over and over.

The deep space variances we encountered indicate that we could...

We could be somewhere near a wormhole.

The variances could also indicate a trillion other possibilities

none of which have anything to do with wormholes.

Guys, I know that you have been patient.

Oh, no more. I've had it up to parsac's bow with patience.

Pip, no, Chia... come on. Chiana, don't, don't, don't.

Pilot, get us out of here.

Don't! Look, remember the ship in the wormhole?

I saw the Three Stooges. The broadcast.

I'm with Miss Monochrome.

Let's just get the frell out of here.

D, come on, man. Look, it's the Stooges.

I gotta, I gotta...

Look, you know, it's Earth, it's home.

I know, I'm a little... a little obsessive, but I gotta.

John, we have been searching for ten solar days.

I mean, come on, enough is enough.

You saw that broadcast through a wormhole,

and you know as well as I do your home could be anywhere.

Hmm.

Pilot, you game to continue?

I'm afraid the others would object.

But there's something else now, too.

What?

Moya's approaching an electromagnetic cluster.

All her scans indicate it's benign, but...

That was the cluster, right?

We just passed through it.

Pilot, are we okay?

Everything seems fine.

Oh, boy.

Pilot, there's something in...

Is anybody having any... problems?

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.

D'Argo?

Chiana, where are you?

Pilot!

What's the matter, Crichton?

Light... came in here.

Moya's senses registered nothing.

Oh, look, right after the cluster I said that... that light it...

Abbot!

Crichton!

Hey, what's the matter? - Chiana.

You okay? You all right? - Yeah, yeah, I'm fine, yeah, yeah.

You look terrible. What's the matter?

I... I... the light that came into Moya.

It went through me, and... and it just... like... I bled.

Boom, boom...

I bled.

Am I cut? - Let me see.

Am I cut? - No, there’s nothing there.

You sure?

Oh, yeah!

Are you sure you bled?

Yes, I bled! You don't make some...

Like a... it was like a lake of blood.

It was biblical. - Uh, Crichton,

you've barely eaten or slept in ten solar days.

Maybe you imagined it.

Nobody imagines things like this.

Okay. - Here.

Right here.

What?

What am I supposed to be looking at?

There was blood, blood. It was right here.

Pilot, did you...

did you register an electric surge down here?

Nothing. I told Crichton that.

What, what do you, what are you looking at?

Do you think I'm making this up?

All right.

Go eat.

And then go bathe, because you stink.

Hold still.

Hold still, and quit your whining.

You know you've got my blood in here.

Can't have vaporized it all.

Nothing.

Nothing, nothing, nothing.

Oh...

Oh, God... Oh my God!

What's happening to me must have to do with that cluster we passed through.

The... the... the light thing.

Crichton, I've told you, all scans indicate the cluster was harmless.

It was not harmless. Run the scan again.

Look, look, I-I... maybe I imagined the light thing, but I bled.

And I have the blood to prove it.

And I'm not cut anywhere.

There could be another explanation for what's happening.

When Kaavork duplicated you on the diseased Leviathan perhaps he...

You think maybe Kaavork did something to me, that my body is breaking down?

I'm sorry, but it is possible.

What is going on?

My chamber is boiling hot. This place is leaking.

Well, Pilot says he's having some troubles with the internals.

He says he's working on it. - Crichton... calm down.

You're tired. It could all turn out to be nothing.

Nothing? I am bleeding and I have no wounds.

So I'm either St. John of the Uncharted Territories

or there's something very, very wrong with me.

Well, what would you like us to do?

I want all of you to watch me, in case I have another episode,

a bleed, whatever you call it.

I'm sorry. As much fun as that sounds, I don't think so.

Pip, stop okay?

You know, look, I thought that I was the real me and that that other guy,

the guy on Talyn, that he's the clone.

But I'm starting to think maybe I'm the photocopy.

Crichton, this has nothing to do with the split.

Just sleep. You'll be fine.

No, I'm not imagining this.

Watch me, please.

All right, John.

Sit down, in fact... ah-ah-ah!

Girls, we will all...

sit down and watch John.

Off we go.

What if I have to piss?

Well, then, we will all urinate together.

You promise?

Ugh!

You having fun yet?

Galaxies of it.

Can we go now?

No.

Sorry, but I'm not gonna sit here... - No!

There's water everywhere.

Where'd that come from?

That bucket's overflowing already?

Oh, yeah, see?

See, see, see, I saw it. I told you.

Strange things are happening. I had this DRD record us.

He's going to put it on the clamshell.

You having fun yet?

Galaxies of it.

What's going on?

We're not moving.

Can we go now?

No.

Sorry, but I'm not gonna sit here... - No!

What happened to us?

There's water everywhere.

Where'd that come from?

All scans indicate normal.

Right, well, let's seek official approval, shall we?

Sir, the Prowler retained its integrity on the last six reentries.

No gravitational distortions? - No. Nothing.

Electronics, bio-mass indicators all within acceptable parameters.

And now you want to send a Peacekeeper?

He has oscillation ratings.

With respect, Scorpius, bio-mass reentry will work.

Your indecision is wasting time.

What he means, sir...

the wormhole is degenerating, and stabilization has been unsuccessful so far.

If we don't complete our trial soon, it will delay us.

To find another wormhole.

So, can we please get started?

You demanded my transfer here so I could master wormholes

and create the weapon you desire.

You did not transfer me here to wait for your permission

as if you were my mother.

It is now time to proceed with biological trials.

Right, son.

Well, deploy him.

Clear the hangar area. Stand by for manual Prowler launch.

Best I can figure, we were out for about half an arn.

How could that be?

Well, perhaps Moya lost atmospheric pressure and we blacked out and lost time.

We are doing a lot more than just losing time.

I think, though I'm not sure...

but I think I may have lost time earlier.

Before I changed into this I was running a soak, and the water was warm.

Instantaneously, it was cold.

Why didn't you tell us this?

Well, I just thought it was a heating coil malfunction.

Anything strange happen to you guys?

I live on this ship. Something strang always happens.

Not like spasming.

Before my first episode, I saw some kind of light.

Moya passed through an electromagnetic cluster.

Now, Pilot says it's harmless, but it's got to be related.

Pilot, have you run the long-range re-scan on that cluster yet?

Pilot!

Pilot! You okay?

Where are the lights?

Pilot? - Is he breathing?

I don't know. - Oh, hezmana, he stinks!

What happened to us has happened to Pilot, too.

Does anybody know how to check his pulse?

It's behind the neck, in between the vertebrae.

Right.

Get back.

Get back! Get back!

Apologies.

But you must stay back.

For one of you, judgment starts now.

Judgment? What the hell are you talking about?

Pilot's gone.

I am in him now.

Apologies.

Tried to taste without your knowing.

Taste?

But you discovered.

Back, back! Don't know how to control this body.

This ship... yet.

Must slow down.

This body cannot contain me.

Then get out of it.

Please, I will not harm your Pilot.

I can stay in him a short time to find the diseased energy rider.

My group probes could not detect who it occupies.

What's an energy rider?

We live in clusters.

When you passed through ours a diseased rider escaped on your ship.

Are you saying there's a diseased alien in one of us?

Yes. I must taste you, alone now, to find it.

What the fek are you talking about?

What is he talking about?

Shoot him. Shoot him now. You're the warrior, shoot him now.

All right, with what? My nose?

Shoot him. - No, it's Pilot.

We're not gonna shoot him.

Why not? - Fek up, Jool.

First law in my world, don't hurt the body.

Rider, I am not here to destroy you.

Reveal yourself.

I do not wish to hurt these others.

Must calm this Pilot.

Do not try to ambush me.

I will know!

Does anyone know what's going on here?

I don't know. You feel any different?

What do you mean, "different?"

Different, like I might have a diseased alien in me, different?

No, I don't feel like that.

Actually, now that you mention it, I've been feeling a little angry.

That's normal for you. Jool, wrong way.

Why do you believe a word that thing inside Pilot's saying?

I don't have to believe it, Chiana.

But something made me bleed,

and it made all of us shake like a sheep in Arkansas.

Well, I think I should just grab my Qualta Rifle

stick it in its mouth and say "Hey, get out of Pilot."

And what are you gonna do if it says no?

Run a full vessel scan.

See if we have control of anything on board.

I hate to point out the obvious, but if something is inside us,

I think it likely, since you had the first symptoms, that you're the infected.

Kiss my butt. If I'm Linda Blair, why am I telling you guys anything?

Well, it'd be the smart thing to do if later you need to appear innocent.

I'm not that smart.

I thought of that.

I still think you're the best candidate.

Right. Opinion noted. Leave me alone.

D'Argo, what you got?

Nothing. I can't get control of anything.

Me, either. That damn thing in Pilot left us with squat.

You know, it is possible that we're fine, and Pilot's the only infected one.

Why? What could it possibly want?

I don't know, maybe he's crazy.

Sounds feked to me.

I think we should all get a Transport Pod out of here, now.

Weren't you listening? We have no control.

If that thing in Pilot doesn't want you to leave, you're not leaving.

Look at the lights. Look at the dripping water.

That thing is not controlling everything.

Maybe I'll get lucky.

Good luck.

Unified plan, as always.

Auto-retrieval and bio-fluctuations appear normal.

Then why is your pilot not responding to our comms?

I suspect an antenna burnout.

Vessel integrity is definitely intact.

Well, open it.

Your pilot's integrity is, well...

It is definitely not intact.

There must be a malfunction in the negative shield deployment.

This will never happen again.

Oh, it'll happen once more. Instructor Drillic will pilot the next trial.

Wash out the Prowler for immediate deployment.

Scorpius, I am not flying the next trial.

I am afraid that, uh... Braca will insist.

Drillic is project leader. He is...

And what is your name?

Strappa, Co-Kura Strappa.

Strappa.

Well, Strappa,

you are now project leader.

And perhaps, now that you know what to expect,

you can discover exactly what went wrong here.

Yes?

Scorpius, we had to run Sebacean trials. It was time.

Don't... don't send me. Scorpius!

Scorpius.

- All right, D. - We'll try it your way.

Be cool.

Luxan, you cannot ambush me.

I have my weapon pointed at your face.

I don't think I'm doing too badly.

Now, I would like to see the real Pilot.

I am trying to save you pain.

I wish you would believe that, but since you ask...

D'Argo! Crichton!

He's not lying.

There's a creature in one of you.

Please, get it out. Get it out!

Please.

Help me find the rider.

The longer it remains in one of you the more damage it will do.

Why don't you jump into us like you do Pilot, find it yourself?

The Rider is a child.

It can possess you.

If I did, my power would destroy you.

And what did it do? Why do you want it so bad?

This Rider stays too long and diseases minds.

Gives only desire and despair.

How do we know which one of us it's in?

Rider had to burrow in quickly.

It will not know details of the heart, sire, siblings.

Your private world.

Lolan was my wife, Jothee was my son.

He slept with Chiana, who was my fiancée.

My dad's name was Jack, my dog's name was Hubble.

I lost my virginity to Karen Shaw in the back of a four-by.

How old were you?

Sixteen.

I was seven.

Chiana, what's your brother's name?

You know what my brother's name was.

Just answer the question.

Ah, you were right.

I couldn't even open a Transport Pod to see if...

What's going on?

Boys are playing detective.

What, that thing in Pilot tell you to do this?

You don't know the answer, do you?

Nerri.

Okay, good.

Good with the Nerri. Now, question two.

Did you or did you not kill Sakis?

His name was Salis.

And you don't even know if I killed him.

Yeah, well, you stay there.

What are you doing?

That creature in Pilot says whichever of us is infected won't know personal details.

None of you know anything personal about me.

I could make everything up, I could lie.

Well, we know how you got frozen in the Stasis Chamber.

Tell us.

And the truth.

I, uh...

I discovered a Noatian gem mine.

The guards caught me. They sold me to Grunchlk.

End of pathetic story.

And what about your cousins? How'd they get frozen?

They waited in the village for me.

They got sick and...

That is not what you told us before.

I was lying before!

I'm sorry, Princess.

I think you just elected yourself most likely.

Have you found the infected?

Yep. Take Jool. - Shut up, Chi.

No, we haven't found that thing yet.

Apologies. Must begin now.

Do you suspect this female?

No, they don't!

No, no, we need more time.

I'll try not to take long.

John, we cannot let them take Jool.

I know, I...

Hey, just don't take anybody yet.

We don't... - I'll try not to hurt... much.

Stop, no!

What are you doing?

Stop!

Let her go!

Pilot! Whoever you are!

Stop now!

Did you get it?

Did you get that thing out of her?

No, it is well hidden.

I have not found my rider.

Apologies.

Stuff the apologies, fekik.

Is it in her or not?

I am not certain.

It could still be in this female or in one of you.

I'm afraid I must taste each of you in turn.

This is all the rider's fault.

Is she all right?

She's breathing.

D'Argo, come on. I got an idea.

No. I'm coming with you.

Uh-uh. Chiana, somebody has to stay with Jool.

No, no, no, not me. Not this time.

All right, you two go. I'll stay here.

We're gonna have a little chat.

Moya must know that there's something seriously wrong with Pilot.

We've gotta get that thing out of him. Does she have any idea how we can do that?

You understand any of this?

No.

All right, we don't understand the R2-D2 crap.

We're going to use the Star Trek system.

One blink for yes, two blinks for no.

You understand?

Good.

Will you help?

Where are we?

Below the Neural Cluster.

I heard Pilot once say

there's a chamber down here where he has no sense receptors.

Kind of like the human brain.

Pilot can't feel anything.

Can't find us down here.

Starburst chamber.

This must be where the energy of Starburst first coalesces.

From in here, can we get that thing out of Pilot?

I don't know.

What the hell is that?

You think it wants us to push something?

You're asking the wrong cowboy.

Where'd DRD Pike go?

Ah, forget about it.

Hey, yo, Chiana. Don-don't touch anything.

Don't be a tralk.

It wouldn't have brought us down here for no reason.

Hey Moya, you want us to push this?

Chiana, don't push any buttons...

Turn it off. Turn it off.

How?!

Hit the button again!

Was that a Starburst blast?

No, if it was Starburst we'd be dead.

Moya must have shut it down.

Why would Moya want us down here for this?

I have no idea, unless...

Unless what?

Uh, um...

Unless I get some more schematics, I don't know.

You know.

Know? Know what?

You saw.

Saw...

Saw me.

Had to show...

gla-glad to show...

Mm-mm... So good.

Feels good.

Chi, what the hell are you doing?

Taste... taste...

Love to try this body.

Okay, whatever you are, you can get the hell off of me.

This body wants you.

Fear... no fear of me.

Tallip, he lies. Lies.

Tallip's that thing in Pilot?

Heard him say I hurt this body.

Not true.

Love this tight body.

Oh, oh yeah, yeah, we all love this body.

Okay, you sit.

We'll sip later. I'll call you. You're in the book, right?

Tallip wants to kill me.

That's why I hide.

I hide when your ship pass.

Mistake. Only four here.

Only four. Not take long to find me.

Not... not long.

Tallip?

Tallip likes pain.

After me, he kill...

you.

Tallip said that if you stay in Chiana, you're going to kill her.

Tallip lies.

I not lie.

Oh!

Oh! Good god!

Oh! Whoa! What'd you just do to me?

Sip. Sip. Inspire.

Tallip is pain.

Not me.

Okay, that... that... that's good.

But this doesn't prove anything.

Won't hurt your friend.

Just... must hide.

Get me away to where there are many.

Tallip not find if there are many.

Please?

Fine. I'll, uh, talk to my friends.

You... you're gonna... you're gonna stay here.

You're, you're safe here.

No. How I know? Trust you?

You don't.

But I'm a guy. I'll probably be back in 15 minutes.

Oh, that's unnatural.

Good God!

Ah... You're busy. I'll come back later, sir. - Braca.

No, no, no. Come in. Come in.

Braca.

Why is it that Crichton, a human, can survive wormhole reentry,

and the Sebacean cannot?

Well, perhaps there's some information

still hidden in the chip we took from Crichton's brain.

Perhaps.

Do you know why you're my second in command, Braca?

No, sir.

Because you don't ask questions.

But have you ever asked yourself, Braca,

why do they give us so much reign?

Hmmm? Chasing Crichton?

Researching wormholes?

Well like you said, sir, I don't question High Command.

Would it surprise you to learn that the Scarrans

are planning a massive assault against us, but they haven't?

Because...

because they fear our hidden wormhole weapons.

We have no hidden weapons.

We lied.

And I think the Scarrans are beginning to suspect that.

High Command reports that they've been massing armies.

My latest estimates,

Scarran warriors outnumber Peacekeeper soldiers...

ten to one.

But if and when they attack,

we will lose, Braca.

Unless we harness a superior weapon.

Yes.

Wormhole technology. Without it...

the Sebacean race will be overrun. Thousands of cycles of history, gone.

There's so little time.

Sometimes I feel...

it is already inevitable.

All right, we gotta talk.

You led me in the Starburst chamber to find that thing in Chiana, didn't you?

Yes.

Does Moya want me to reveal it to Tallip?

And what if Tallip is lying?

Whoa, whoa! Hey, whoa, whoa!

Calm, calm down!

I know you're freaking out about Pilot,

but if that thing in Chiana's not diseased, does Moya still want me to betray it?

Okay.

If it touches me again, D'Argo, I will die!

Found the energy rider. It's in Chiana.

She's hiding in the Starburst chamber.

Tell Pilot and get that thing off Moya now!

It might be a little more complicated than that.

I sense your anger.

I did warn you. Tasting would be painful.

We've hidden the rider, and you'll never find it.

So let's make a deal.

you turn the ship around, head back to your cluster,

we'll tell you where the rider is

and you two can play "Pick the friendly alien in your neighborhood."

How do I know one of you is not infected?

That this is not the rider's plan?

It's not, believe me.

This plan is so bad, it has to be ours.

Okay. I choose.

I not... not leaving.

No.

No.

Crichton thought you were safe here.

But he was wrong.

What's going on?

"What's going on?" Get up!

Why the pulse pistol, Princess?

Crichton told us you're the one.

Now get up!

Okay, I'm the one.

I'm the one. - Get up!

Get up!

Move!

Okay, okay, y-you right.

No Chi. Puff!

They can't fool Jool. Too, too smart.

Your human must say I'm not bad.

Not, not bad.

Jool, what are you doing?

I'm taking her to Pilot.

Look, that demon's got D'Argo...

Out of my way! - Hey, hey!

Hey, hey, there's no need to...

No more talk!

Let me go.

Tiny brains...

no more talk.

Let me go, please. - They last forever.

Pretty please? - I give them...

Please let go.

Okay, so everything Tallip said about you is true.

Chaos. Mmm...

Desire.

They stay.

Hey, cupcake.

Have you noticed the lights? They're not pulsing anymore.

Your friend must be done with D'Argo.

Tallip, take the rider but don't hurt Chiana.

Tallip?!

Tallip, you're killing her!

Tallip!

Crichton, she's alive.

The thing's out of her. She's alive.

Is that it? You finished?

Yes. I have killed the rider.

That's what it said you wanted to do.

Turn Moya around, head back to your cluster and leave us the hell alone.

No, human.

I love this now.

I have mastered this body and your ship.

And now I'm going to stay.

I thought you couldn't stay in Pilot.

I never knew it could be like this.

So good. The rider was right.

It is perfect to stay too long.

Perfect...

Moya will never accept you.

Moya will do what I command. Now go.

Take the Luxan with you.

So I can enjoy this.

Thought I might find you here.

Moya, you were right.

I should have given the rider, to Pilot when you said

but I still think he would have screwed us. Don't you?

Okay. I got a new plan.

It's a better plan, but I need your help.

Okay?

Is she okay? - Yeah.

All right, I need you to go to the Neural Cluster, Tier Seven.

D'Argo's waiting there for you.

What's happening? - Just go!

And the less said the better.

D'Argo'll tell you what to do.

Pip, I need your help. Can you walk?

No.

No? Oh, God!

Moya is going to try and redirect some Starburst energy into the Den.

Won't that kill Pilot?

Not if we time it right.

We get the demon out, we kill it, and Pilot lives.

So that the only plan we got?

That's it.

Okay, what do you want me to do?

All right.

D'Argo and Jool are going to spook the thing.

I'm going to press an override panel in Pilot's Den.

I'm gonna comm you.

You join these two circuits together.

DRD Pike's gonna do the same over there.

You remember what happened here last time, don't ya?

I'm not talking about the sex thing.

That was great, but I'm not talking about it.

Starburst blast.

Right. Well, this one's gonna be a gazillion times stronger, Chiana.

So you got ten microts to get your ass out of here.

Plenty of time.

Chiana? Do you understand what you have to do?

Yeah. Easy.

You comm. - Yes.

I join. - Yes.

Leave. - Very good.

Plenty of time.

DRD Pike! Keep an eye on her.

I'm awake. I'm awake.

What are you doing here?

Oh relax, Casper. I'm not here to interrupt your blissing.

Too much makes you go blind though, you know.

What do you want, human?

I want you to take us to the shipping lanes.

Then we can all get off this boat

and you can continue what you're doing uninterrupted.

Okay?

What's the matter?

Stay away.

It's your Pilot. I think this body is...

Monitor his internal circulation rate.

Circulation rate.

I... I can't find the circulation rate.

What?

Oh, perfect. - What?

No circulation rate means he's dying, numbnuts.

You're killing Pilot.

I couldn't be!

I gauged that this body could sustain me.

You must have gauged wrong.

Stay back.

I'm staying back. I'm staying way back and watching you die.

If I die, you'll all die.

I'll vent every chamber on this ship.

Whoa, there's no reason to be vindictive.

We can figure something else out.

Moya. Moya's a living ship.

Yes.

Well if she's alive, then...

It will have neural capacity.

More than enough to hold me till we can get back to my cluster.

There you go.

Yes. I will go into Moya.

Now, Chiana!

Chiana! Now!

- Chiana, it's leaving Pilot. - Do it.

Chiana!

If it gets into Moya, we're screwed.

What? - Chiana!

Right, I'm up. - Hey, Pip!

Okay. I'm ah, okay. - Get on it!

Okay, here we go.

Here we go.

I've done it.

Great, Chi. Now get out of the Starburst chamber.

Now, Moya!

Now!

Pilot, put the claws away.

We can function without Moya being perfect for a while.

I can't stop.

There are hundreds of little things not working right in her.

I feel like I had a spiritual enema.

Well, take a break, dude.

Unless anybody wants to go look for the Three Stooges broadcast again.

That's a no. Take the rest.

Hey, Doc.

How come I bled and you guys didn't?

Well, that's obvious.

You bled because you're an irritating and inferior species.

Goodnight.

Chiana, you had that thing in you longer than any of the rest of us.

You feel any different?

No. I just feel like fek.

D'Argo, you still in the Cluster?

No, he's not down there. He's here.

No, he's down in the Cluster.

How did you know that?

What?

How did she know what?

No, don't... don't tell me.

I don't really wanna know... I just wanna...

I'm gonna get some sleep.

Hello, John.

Now, you tell me everything you know about wormholes.

Look. - Everything.

I found it.

I...

You found nothing, Scorpy.

You missed it. You missed the whole thing.

Game over.