Farscape s03e16 Episode Script

Outstanding.
Believe it or not, I'm actually getting better at controlling this thing.
How did 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, but Oh, whoa, hang on! - How many times?! - One.
Once.
Uno.
One time.
You had to have touched something! - D'Argo, I didn't touch anything.
- How many times did I ask you? I said, "Do not go inside the ship!"! I was using it.
- Quit actin' like Yosemite Sam! - I asked you just to stop! 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 distractions in order to live! - D'Argo D'Argo, your ship That ship is all I have! You sabotaged my frelling ship! My name is John Crichton I'm lost an astronaut 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'll never know the wonders I've seen.
Pilot? Pilot? I'm sorry, Jool.
But, 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 with it's own power source still works.
Pilot, John's fever's way up.
I can't control the temperature there Nor much else.
The energy pulse seared all Moya's active power conduits.
We're fortunate comms weren't in use at the time.
Is that krastik 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.
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 we're all gonna die because KA D'ARGO Your Qualta Blade! That was mature.
So, when's this ship gonna blow? Unknown.
Moya and I have no active senses in the transport hangar Yeah, yeah, we get the idea.
Wh-what do we do? Re-activate the DRDs.
They're the only ones who can rewire Moya.
Rewire? Your ship crippled every internal conduit and power application running at the time.
Then I'll cripple it.
- Hey, Princess - We're gonna 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.
Do you know what's happening? 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? - 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? 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! Do 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.
- What's up 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 fightin'.
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.
Aw, 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.
Yike! Come on man! Chill 'fore somebody gets hurt! Any guesses who, runt? Better look out! Right! Like I'm gonna fall for that! God, I love science fiction! This is Farscape One.
I am free and flying.
Wormole! Yo, Harvey! Front and center, dude! Pilot was right, you were wrong.
Pilot was right, you were wrong.
If I keep running, nothing can hu--ahh! 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 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 gonna 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 16'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 16.
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 outta 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're 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 could you not know? I am 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.
Ka D'Argo! - Moya's dead-language library is incomplete! - What about ancient war declarations? - My access to it at this time even more so! - even some historical transcriptions - of speeches.
You can even - At best I can find words -try some 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 - Good! Good! Do it! - Just do it! - injection with any data I un How can he not learn his ancient tongue? What kind of civilization doesn't pass on it's culture? They're warriors.
Most of them didn't learn to read or write until 300 cycles ago.
That'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 I didn't mean to.
I You need to die horribly.
Oh, like you never screw up! You gonna compare this to anything I do? - Don't you think I feel bad? And here I confide in you! - Do not-do not - .
frelled! - And what do you do? You turn on me! Just, shut up! - All right.
Okay.
- All right, You go.
All right.
I've given it a lot of thought - I think the best thing to do right now is just to calm down and figure this out.
- maybe it was, maybe it was something Crichton did, and while things are still bad there's no reason D'Argo should be mad at me, is there? I don't know how I can make my point when you will not Would you just stop talking! Now it's my turn.
We are going to do the right thing - I think I know what to do - and my personal hatred for you will be satisfied Girls! What are you doing? Huh?! Having a conversation.
"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?! 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 too - 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 going 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 that maybe maybe if I learned a little about it we might have something to talk about.
Thanks for making the effort.
D'Argo, we're friends, right? And friends don't let friends drive drunk Wow.
You look great.
Is this the best you could do? I 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! I get it.
"I'm not bad.
" "I'm just drawn that way.
" Oh, please! At least use a little imagination! "Happy Birthday, Mister 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'd like rescue you! Can you do that Sharon Stone thing? Basic Instinct.
Johnny, just say There's a good boy.
Thank you.
Now What are you gonna do about D'Argo? I dunno.
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? Run, Forrest! Run! Come on, D.
Let, Let's talk this out.
Never.
Ladies, comin' through.
Captain we hit something with the front of the ship! D'Argo We're friends, big man! How 'bout 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 Dr.
Chuck Jones wrote the book on these situations.
Yo, babe, Jool, you were right You think so? You think you can 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 has a weakness.
Your stubborness 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 vocabularly at best.
That's all anyone can ask, Pilot.
Let's give it a shot.
The DRD will inject you.
What's it say? D'Argo, you have to tell me.
.
"Active self-destruct code can be voided with one of three ah,ss.
pre, pre-determined, ah, artifacts, singular to Luxan heritage.
Ancient Freedom Text " That's very rare.
"An Orican's Prayer Amulet.
" This is hopeless What! What is it wants 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? Because of you.
Now I heard it falling, so it could be on one of those tiers down there, or, uh it could have fallen all the way down 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, start searching! Hey, Pip.
You got a sec? Sure.
You up on everything that's goin' on? Yeah.
You're dying.
Scorpius wants you to get revenge.
Pilot says, run like a a scalded kepnetz.
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 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? Well, 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 crotch in it.
- Chiana! Jool! Watch out! - For what?! You little slut! No, no.
It wasn't Chiana.
It was me.
Then how did she know? I dunno.
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 swarms.
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, hah! Yo, D'Argo.
Look down.
Don't you get it, D'Argo? Chiana was right.
I can always outsmart you.
You gotta admit it, my wormhole looks a lot better than yours.
You did not paint.
.
a wormhole! You forgot to make yours swirly.
Well, this little spaceman's goin' home! Lock up the wimmen 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? 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.
Muleheaded, reckless, and probably braindead before I met him.
Alas his death Is mine also.
Even I dont' know if it's too late.
We could already be gone.
I love Aeryn.
That should be enough.
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.
Could'a just taken the bike back.
Yes.
But, can you just take your life back? 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.
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 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 gonna kill you! I don't think so.
Frell.
Chiana Still nothing.
Pilot? I would suggest again that you head immediately to the escape hatchway.
At least save yourselves! Good idea, and about time! Princess? I have the Qualta Blade! 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 crutches revenge! I'd like the thank the Academy for this beautiful Oscah! 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'a 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, y-y-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 I love Aeryn.
I appreciate your help, though.
That's all folks.
Identify yourself.
I am Ka D'Argo son of Laytun grandson of Reksa 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.
Particularization 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! Well, 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 wouldn't be 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 wouldn't have to go down there again if you'd stop frellin' around with other people's stuff.
Um, excuse me D'Argo and I have already sorted all that.
Yeah.
I'm gonna take the first ride on his ship when he figures it all out.
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 is 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.
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