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What about Scorpius? - What about him?

Well, he might have been captured.

Harvey.

You must go back for him.

We're going to walk into the most heavily guarded base in the Scarran Empire,

start a civil war and walk out with Scorpius.

What part of that do you not understand?

Why shouldn't I just have you seized right now?

Well, maybe this.

A fission bomb.

My heart stops, we all go boom.

He's crazy.

Isn’t it fun?

What am I offered for all the powers of the universe?

Give us wormhole weapons and everyone will be safe.

Have you got anything to offer, or is all this just an elaborate bluff?

You don't believe that I can control wormholes?

An entire cavern just to grow the flowers they eat. Why?

I'm going to capture your soul.

Scorpius can't possibly hold out much longer.

Rygel?

The Scarrans will never make you rich.

How much hatred exists here between the Charrids and the Kalish?

Where the hell is my riot?

I will not be humiliated by you, Vakali.

Will you betray me?

I've served you for ten cycles as a spy.

Don't fire or you'll detonate the bomb.

You stupid son of a bitch!

I'm sorry, John.

And now on Farscape.

You do not know what you're doing.

Yeah, I do and I'm gonna freakin' nuke you and half of this damn base.

Kill me later.

I should kill you now. You're still my prisoner.

Technically he's my prisoner. - Thank you, John.

When Aeryn wakes up, she gonna kill him!

I'm so pleased to see you're all safe.

Minister Ahkna's forces have done a superb job in quelling the unrest.

A duty to which I'm sure she's eager to return.

See ya later, sweetheart.

Thank you.

Aeryn. Shh.

Did we win?

You'll be delighted to hear my guards were able to secure the rest of your crew as well.

Coincidentally, as they were also nearing exits.

Like yourselves, I'm sure they were simply trying to avoid

any entanglement in violence. - Where are they?

There are guards placed to ensure their wellbeing.

Were you planning to leave? - Temporarily.

Grayza called with another offer. But you had a riot going on.

We didn't wanna bother you. We decided to take our own car.

I'm glad you didn't.

Base defenses have been placed on highest alert.

Any non-Scarran vessels will automatically be targeted and destroyed.

We were very lucky.

We'll transport you to the Carrier.

That's very kind.

My pleasure... John.

Emperor, the craft is an Eradicator, Topraktin design.

We've gained entry and neutralized its systems.

Sentinels are now securing the star charts and the vector logs.

Leave no trace when you've completed.

I don't want them to know what we know. - Sir.

I prevented you from leaving for your own protection.

You what? - You stopped us from leaving?

You stuck a knife in our back.

No.

Your plan would have failed.

We could have be on Lo'La by now... - Hear him out. Hear him out!

It is quite likely the Scarrans had already disabled D'Argo's ship.

That's impossible.

And found Moya.

Even if we manage to get off Katratzi,

their base's weapons would have destroyed us.

Stealth is no longer an option.

Does Lo'La have enough firepower to blast us out?

Maybe.

Probably. I don't know. It's worth a shot.

How would we do it?

I'd call Lo'La, she'd blast a hole and we'd run through.

Do it before someone else screws us.

Okay.

Somebody's jammed the Comms.

No, no, the Comms are working fine.

They must have disabled Lo'La.

That is impossible.

Hey, what about the Command Carrier?

Can we still get a free ride outta here?

Try it and find out.

We don't know what you're talking about.

Oh, let me enlighten you.

Grayza doesn't frighten me.

Her Command Carrier doesn't frighten me.

Your bomb doesn't frighten me

and neither do you.

Damn. I'm on the brink of devastation, Minnie Pearl.

Perhaps we should go there together.

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.

1812, this room bug free?

Good boy.

Okay, convince me.

Crystherium Utilia.

The flower.

Yes. Very important.

Oh. It'd better be.

Is that why they're growning it in the Bat Cave?

That's right. You've been there?

Listen up, Grasshopper.

I finally have a plan that works. It's simple.

We get in, we break bread.

We see the sights, we grab you, we get out.

And now you're gonna throw flowers at me?

We need to destroy the Crystherium.

Flowers trump wormholes?

At the moment, yes.

What have I told you about smoking in my head?!

Hey. - Sit down!

I ain't sayin' nothin'. You...

Sit down! - He's the boss.

I'm talking to you.

Flowers.

The number one secret in the whole Scarran Empire.

Ha. Even the Charrids and Kalish haven't figured its real deal.

Stark used to live here on Katratzi,

assisting the leadership caste with their death rituals.

My side, you're side! My side, you're side!

Frell me again!

That why you were torturing him when I met you?

That's right.

Crystherium growth requires very specific and rare conditions.

The Scarrans can only propel their power forward from these few locations.

And destroying a bunch of flowers is supposed to set 'em back?

For hundreds of cycles.

Why?

'Cause the need 'em.

Scarrans.

Simplistic, brutish creatures.

Should have died out generations ago.

What happens if they eat the flower?

Big brains. Evolutionarily competitive.

Hey, you know, Staleek, Ahkna.

And if they don't eat 'em?

Your dog could beat 'em at checkers! Ha!

Hey!

Though Stark provided many details,

I was unable to learn of Katratzi's location.

You rescued him prior to that breakthrough.

Sorry to stitch you up.

No, you're not.

You were taking too long with the wormholes, John.

Reality provides opportunity.

I needed some way to hurt the Scarrans. Now.

You know, you're not... you're not making any sense.

You... you take the knowledge from my head,

and then you tell me that you give it to him...

what, so I'm gonna rescue him?

I have no wormhole knowledge, John.

But Harvey said...

Scorpius knows everything you know.

So what, I lied.

Harvey?

Oh, that is clever.

We had a deal.

I help you rescue Aeryn Sun from the Scarrans,

you give me wormholes.

Boss says lay low!

Don't go near him anymore. Give him some peace.

But obviously you betrayed our contract, yes?

But you know what?

You went and left him behind to die.

You had no intention of returning for my rescue, did you?

Fail-safe.

You screw the boss, I find a way to get you reinterested.

You trying to lay this off on me?

You see, if my Neural Clone has returned,

it is only because you have betrayed me.

You trying to say Harvey's back because of me?

You should honor your contracts, John.

No. No contract.

You betrayed us.

We had a deal.

No. He screwed us!

And now you get on your high horse. We had a deal.

Hey, you took a bribe.

You bank the cut but when the heat's on,

you're just another dumb copper doing his job. Unbelievable!

Hey!

Look at these little beauties.

Would you have left me to perish with the Scarrans?

Under the circumstances... yeah.

Hey, he's right, you know? We're brothers, from different sides of an imaginary line.

Good, bad. Bad, good.

Your side, my side, my side...

Sit down!

So, here we are. Cadaver and Hutch.

A team.

What now?

We must destroy the flowers.

And if I say no?

I will attempt to accomplish the task myself.

However, rest assured, mine is now the only path off Katratzi.

Hey! Hey, you better listen to him, screw. He's smarter than you.

You used me.

We use each other. - You're better at it.

Oh, you're learning. The bomb? Clever.

When it goes off,

plan on being nearby.

400 Scarran Scrambler Cannons were trained on us the microt that you entered here.

Minister Ahkna informed us that unless you were returned them safely, they'd fire.

Well, they can't do that.

To honor the truce, they have to let you go wherever you want.

They'll let us go.

They just won't let you leave with us.

They feel it violates the terms of the agreement.

Braca, Officer Sun?

Could we have a moment alone, please?

Stay on Comms.

There's nothing that I can do to help.

Even the Enhanced Marauder wouldn't get you clear.

The Scarrans are on full alert, weapons primed.

You'll never get out of here.

I'll see you later.

Where are you going? That's a medical area.

I have something I need to take care of.

Personal problem?

Let's go.

So you need to watch?

Wait for her here.

All that astonishing wormhole knowledge, and still you will not share it with us.

You came in here big and bold, dancing on tabletops,

and look at you now, begging for scraps.

I may be jammed, possibly dead, but I'm not begging.

You can get that fantasy outta your head.

In my hands, you can have peace.

I can have peace!

I have been in your hands.

There's no peace there, just power.

You are so self-righteous!

I have used all my skills, all my resources for one perfect chance at peace.

And because of you, it is gone!

And I am...

Frelled.

Screwed.

Raped.

Welcome to the universe, Commandant.

I can't believe they're allowing us inside.

Everything's working, right?

Yeah, it seems to be.

All right. Well, let's get the others.

Blast our way outta here.

No, no. Someone's been in here.

I can smell it.

Well the defenses were up, right?

No. I don't know what they've done.

Maybe frelled with the weapons, planted a homing beacon, or a bomb.

Frell it!

I have to shut the ship down and run a full systems diagnostic check.

How long will that take?

Three arns.

Well what if we find something that we can't fix?

Then we go with Scorpius' plan.

Frelling elevators.

Lock ourselves in an elevator while it tunnels through the solid rock?

Sounds reasonable.

Sounds fahrbot!

Sikozu may not be able to provide elevator access.

Therefore, we need to locate someone who can.

Stark.

What?

Who's Stark?

Another lunatic with the wrong number of eyes.

Oh.

And there he is.

He is not.

That is a Bioloid replica.

And how do you know that?

Stark would never torture me.

Emperor Staleek replaced the real Stark with a Bioloid

to fool Ahkna into believing he was real.

But you're actually working for Staleek?

So he believes.

Oh, I do admire your compartmentalization of duplicity.

How do we find the real Stark?

Find the Bioloid Duplicator.

Stark is undoubtedly imprisoned within it.

Where did you disappear to on the Command Carrier?

Some unfinished business.

Wanna tell me about it?

Later.

D'Argo's still working on his ship,

and Sikozu's trying to scam the codes.

Any other alternatives?

Oh, we can always give the Scarrans what they want.

Dead in a few microns...

Or we could try the banzai approach.

Or we could just follow Scorpy's plan.

Damn, you cannot stop following me around, can ya?

And you just can't leave.

Wouldn't Grayza help you?

Actually, she's the high bidder.

Perhaps now is the time for you to hear my offer.

You all go free now.

What's the price?

You leave Scorpius behind for me.

And what's in it for you?

I will make sure the hierarchy blames Staleek for your escape.

You understand I know nothing about Scarran politics.

But I'm guessing that that means that they fire him and you get his job.

Ambition.

Well, "if it were done, when 'tis done, 'twere best it were done quickly."

Thanks. She scares the crap out of me.

It's the hat.

Emperor, about Crichton's bomb.

In under a quarter of an arn, we will have computed the final code.

With it, this will disarm the detonator.

Sir.

Satisfactory.

Security's been heightened since the riots.

All the codes have been changed.

What can be done?

There's a master keychip that overrides all codes.

It'll run the elevator and give you complete access to the system's schematics.

Can you get it?

Not very easily.

And if I get caught, then...

It could expose the entire Kalish underground.

Just tell me this. Will it help defeat the Scarrans?

Yes. Yes, it will.

So, what do you think?

I think Lady Macbeth is gonna find a way to screw us.

But Staleek is probably way ahead of her.

Which leaves us with Plan...

"E"?

"E" for...

Elevator.

Mm-hmm. And I'm gonna tapdance for the Emperor.

Be careful. He's not an idiot.

I know. But he can't do jack to me as long as this bomb's ticking.

You can't reactivate the bomb in any way?

Not in any useful manner.

So what are we supposed to do then?

D, can you get Lo'La reactivated?

Well it should be another arn at least.

They'll find us in half that.

Sparky, where are ya?

Stuck. Guards all around.

Can't go anywhere at this point.

Well, get to the elevator if you can.

Right.

Where is the elevator?

Where is Crichton?

He won't get far. The station is sealed.

Minister Ahkna, that may well be your epitaph.

Sikozu has managed to summon the Rabrokator.

What the hell's that? Some kind of massage tool?

It's a drilling elevator. But it won't do us any good without the keychip.

What's he doing here?

Scorpius? He's giving us the shaft as usual. Everybody in.

Mind the gap. Safer in than out.

I'll try and cross-fire the drilling controls.

Yes, we can try, but it will not work without...

Wait!

Wait, wait! - Wait, wait, wait!

I've got it.

Thank you.

No!

Get us moving.

We have navigational control.

Then go!

You drive like dren.

Get the drills working.

I'm trying, but it's gonna take a little bit of time.

Take us to the bottom. The Crystherium cavern.

The shaft ends there.

It means they will not be able to reach us in another car.

It also means Sikozu has time to activate the drill.

Crichton.

Crichton!

Ah, frell him!

Let's find Stark.

Good idea. Why?

Scorpius claims Stark knows this base.

Maybe he knows a way out.

Oh.

They're in the Rabrokator. We're trying to override.

Ma'am.

Sensors detect weapons fire within the base.

And communication intercepts indicate Scarran forces

are in pursuit of Crichton, with orders to kill.

They must have deactivated the bomb.

Then he's lost.

As are we.

Go to battle stations.

Ma'am?

Are you questioning me?

I cannot get the drills activated.

Sputnik, stay on it.

Chiana, the doors! - Frell! Got it!

Aeryn, stay with him. - Be careful.

That was not me.

They're trying to override the override!

Dueling overrides. Don't you hate that?

Okay, Lo'La should be functional by now.

Start the drills, get us to the surface, and I'll signal Lo'La, then we go!

We must destroy them. - Why?

The mother plant is the key. It fertilizes the others.

Kill it and no new Crystherium can grow here.

Shielded.

The Rabrokator has stopped at the Crystherium cavern.

I want it recalled. Now!

Come on.

Hurry up.

Come on. - These doors are getting pushier.

I didn't know about it.

Stark didn't know about it!

This must be a new addition by the Scarrans!

He doesn't like to lose, does he?

Got it.

The drills are enabled. We can core our way to anywhere on the planet.

I've regained control of the drilling elevator.

Now get it back up to this level.

D'Argo!

I'll handle it. - Yeah.

Get it open!

Frell!

- Come on!

D'Argo, hurry up!

Go, go, go, go!

Oh no, wait, wait, wait!

Sikozu, don't! - Keychip!

What the frell's going on up there?

We couldn't override their override of our override.

Oh, great. They stole our getaway car.

That's our only way out.

And their way in.

Your father would be proud, Ahkna.

Security under him was riddled with top-down incompetence as well.

Emperor. The Command Carrier is showing increasing signs of battle readiness.

Any other exits?

No, it's nothing but rock and hay fever.

Company's coming.

Frell. - Time to go.

Grasshopper.

Hide.

Get down.

Hey, did you get my bomb? - What?

Whoa. I can't believe that I left a nuclear bomb in an elevator.

Well, that's all right. You've done worse.

These weapons will be useless if they're Scarrans.

It's gonna be Scarrans.

You cannot be taken alive, John. - Be quiet.

Am I wrong or are we frelled?

No. There is a way.

I'm not like normal Kalish.

There are others like me.

We're part of a resistance movement, dedicated to overthrowing Scarran domination.

We are genetically engineered to kill Scarrans by emitting an intense radiation

that specifically destroys their heat producing gland.

Did anyone else know about this, or is it just me?

Uh...

Okay Sikozu, go ahead.

Not without a promise first.

If the Scarrans were to learn there are others engineered like myself,

they would kill millions of innocents to root us out.

Sikozu, we're a team.

Your promise is safe.

Guards.

D'Argo, Scarrans are very good at retrieving the truth.

We're not gonna be tortured again.

Agreed.

Agreed. Go.

Do not look upon me.

Especially you.

Hold fire.

Kalish, present yourself and surrender.

Okay, Chiana. Grab the weapons. - Got it.

Come on Scorp, let's go. - Let's go.

She'll be fine. Get those weapons.

Grasshopper, it's time.

No.

We gotta go.

Do the math. It's over.

I... do not lose!

Be happy to give you lessons.

Now... you in or out?

Come on, let's go!

Come on!

Hurry up!

Is that him?

Yes. Yes, it is.

Open it up.

Stark. Stark!

Are you alive?

Rygel?

Oh, you lunatic.

You... you're green.

How lovely of you to notice.

Is nothing sacred?

You wanna deal with Stark, you're gonna have to deal with me.

No! Let go!

You pompous little Dominar of nothing!

I'm gonna rip your tiny little heart out.

Thanks, witch.

My pleasure.

Commandant Grayza, see reason.

Reason indicates that you have subverted this conference and with it, any chance of peace.

Ridiculous.

Your vessel arms itself for battle while we continue to operate under a banner of truce.

Reason dictates that I not believe a single word you say.

Reconsider, Peacekeeper.

Adhere to the name you have chosen for your kind.

Monitor their every move and transmission.

Should they attack, annihilate them without mercy.

Ma'am, what are you doing?

Pursuing honor, Captain.

We're at peace. Under truce.

And vastly outnumbered.

And about to rewrite the course of history.

Prepare to launch simultaneous salvos on every weapons system. Now!

Sergeant.

Have we solved the override problem yet?

Not yet. - Did you put the key in?

Yes, I used the frelling key.

Why do we even bother?

What are you doing? - Sending a message.

The connection has been severed.

Fix it.

Drill's on.

Hey, you know how to drive this Wonkavator?

Do you?

No. - Then why ask?

Frell!

Kalish sensors report an unusual energy discharge in the cavern.

The status of the Crystherium?

Unknown.

We've lost contact with the Strike Team.

And Crichton?

He has activated the drill and is coring through solid rock.

Impossible to predict his destination, my love.

I'll tell you your destination, my love.

A frelling torture station if you don't stop him!

Right, well, you at least know how to get where we're going, right?

No.

Well then, go faster.

Here's faster.

It's a hell of a ride.

Kinda fun, huh?

Okay, it's no longer a joke.

Protection of the Crystherium was your number one priority.

Yes, my Lord, but it was not I who gave permission for the access code.

What are you implying, Rahzaro? We had nothing!

Do not give me your excuses.

Sire.

Commandant Grayza refuses to acknowledge on all frequencies.

I credit her choice of suicide over failure.

How are you positioned?

Well, they will be accorded every opportunity to cease fire.

Peacekeeper Command will find no fault with our self-defense.

Captain Jenek here epitomizes the competence I demand.

Perhaps you can next assist Minister Ahkna in her follies?

Capture Crichton and her job will be yours.

Sire.

Fools.

Tell me when target acquisitions are complete.

Ma'am. There is no battle here, ma'am.

Why are you so averse to conflict, Captain?

And why are you so adversed?!

How dare you?

Who do you think you are?

Captain Miklo Braca, Officer of the Fleet, Peacekeeper Interplanetary Service.

Oh. Nobody.

Ma'am, you'll start a war.

A war is inevitable.

We sail under a flag of truce.

Let us leave beneath its protection.

Didn't Scorpius tell you? Truce with the Scarrans is suicide.

Oh. So the men and women of this vessel

must pay for your miscalculation with their lives.

It's for the greater good, Captain.

And we shall all be remembered as heroes.

Commandant Grayza.

Under Article Six Rulu, Uniform Code of Admiralty Conduct, Section 19:

Due to a state of incapacitation of judgment displayed in multiple encounters

under stress, I hereby invoke the Transfer of Command

and relieve you of duty immediately.

Officer of the Deck!

Weapons!

Would you be so kind as to shoot this mutinous captain dead where he stands.

Sorry, ma'am.

Captain Braca has already relieved you of command.

Now let's get this ship out of here.

I never did... like Disneyland.

Oh! Dad, are we there yet?

My head hurts.

Let's go again!

Oh!

From this moment on, you will disregard her status as Ruling Caste Scarran

and ignore Minister Ahkna's orders.

Am I clear? - Sire.

Besides myself, John Crichton is the single most important person on this base.

Am I clear?!

Apprehend him and bring him before me now.

Your Excellency!

You must leave now. It's the elevator!

Did we hit the surface?

- I don't know. Let's find out. - D, the doors.

Secure the Emperor's safety!

You, you and you with me!

Alive!

Keep Crichton alive!

Sire.

General Rahzaro, it's Crichton and the others.

Be ready.

The lights not working.

Nothing's working.

Let's find out where we are.

Fire!

Whoa! Okay. That's no good. - Where are we?

- Um... conference room. - What?

Come out now or die!

Are we cursed? Could we be cursed?

Well, that depends on whether this will hold.

Fire again!

The Rabrokator is quite strong.

We can't stay in here forever. What about that hatch?

No.

No, it'll be a drop of at least a metra.

Sparky? Grandma?

Where have you been?

We're at D'Argo's ship, and it's crawling with Scarrans.

Here's our chance to see if Lo'La is reactivated.

Rygel, are you standing near the ship?

Well clear. Why?

Hey, Vaskreta!

That did it!

The guards are down. We did it!

We've reached the Crystherium chamber.

All dead.

Hold your positions until reinforcements arrive.

I will check on the Emperor.

They are not to leave here!

Grasshopper.

How important is that mother plant?

I would trade my life for its destruction.

What about my wormhole debt?

Of course.

Ryge.

Are you in Lo'La?

Yes, Crichton. We're safe.

What have you done, John?

Just fixed your little flower problem.

You reactivated it, didn't you?

Yeah.

It should go off in about...

60 microts.

And then it explodes?

Yeah.

A big explosion?

Mm.

Oh. God, we should've voted.

All in favor, show of hands.

All opposed?

Three to two. Sikozu abstains.

The concussive pressure must exit through the elevator system.

And this shaft.

At this distance the compartment should protect us.

It might work.

We'll find out in 15 microts.

This is your last chance.

Come out!

Now!

Love you.

Love you, too.

Emperor, the Crystheriums are intact.

The matriarch plant has not been harmed.

Our fears were completely groundless.

Three...

Two...

What is that?

Crichton!

What the hezmana just happened?!

Where are you, you fahrbots?!

Did you blow up the bomb? How could you blow up the bomb?!

You missed the vote.

I never thought I'd see you again, Stark.

And I always believed I would.

It is a pleasure to have you aboard.

Time for another Starburst, Pilot?

Moya and I believe four is enough.

She's tired and there's no evidence that anyone is pursuing us.

Scarrans must still be too busy on Katratzi.

They got off easy.

And to celebrate the victory, I shall cook a voluptuous caspitian haunch stew.

More. More. - More. More.

How long does it take for you to recover?

I do not know.

I've never done this before.

Huh.

Stark.

Hm.

Everything old is new again.

Except the old thing's getting really old.

Hey, honey.

Guess what I did at work today.

I wore a bomb.

A nuclear bomb in a field of flowers.

I could get lucky.

Tomorrow I could have a bigger bomb.

I could kill more people.

Maybe they'll be innocent people.

Children, maybe.