Programa de TV: Farscape - 2x11

Previously on Farscape...
No!
No!
Aeryn!
I will not be a slave to your hormones!
It's you that I find pleasing!
Two drops from these little vials...
and we can tell if our DNA is compatible for children.
It's a whole world designed for your rutting instincts.
No- no- no- no- no.
Please!
You kissed our Princess!
Yeah, W- w- what the hell does that mean?
I want you...
to consider marrying her.
You will rule.
Not because you desire it Clayvor, if you're not going to be king, Clayvor...
I'm not going to marry you.
When's the last time you saw a Scarran on a diplomatic mission?
What is it, Pilot?
The...
builders.
Moya's creators.
you must exchange espouses.
I love you After we're married, and I mean...
right after we're married, they turn us into statues.
Oh, hello Crichton!
My daughter or that abomination.
Choose.
He's in my head.
He scares me Aeryn and I can't shake him.
I don't know what you're talking about, but there's never been anything we couldn't overcome together.
Except each other.
Princess will you consent to marry me?
yes, Here's your wedding present from Prince Clayvor.
And now on Farscape...
Which branch are you with?
Which branch?
Janovia Chatto.
Disrupter.
Peacekeeper Special Directorate.
Which branch?
You should know I can't tell you that.
Trust them to send in backup and not tell me.
Yeah well, if it makes you feel any better, they did the same thing to me.
So, what's your assignment?
Stay close to Prince Clayvor, my vapid little fianc�e', and if he assumes the crown, kill him.
Well, that makes sense.
I admire your dedication.
Wouldn't let them make me a statue for eighty cycles.
Interesting coincidence, I was just having the same thought.
Are you wavering?
And if I am?
Would you hesitate to kill me...
if I jeopardized the mission?
Janovia, right?
Thanks.
My name is John Crichton...
an astronaut...
radiation wave hit me...
I got shot through a wormhole...
lost in some distant part of the universe...
on a ship a living ship full of strange alien life- forms...
help...
Listen please...
Is anybody out there who can hear me?
I'm Being hunted by an insane military commander...
Doing everything I can...
I'm just looking for a way home.
How you doin'?
Get away from me!
How dare you!
You wanna piece of me, hm?
Wanna piece, hm?
Help guards, help!
Nope, no, no no.
The guards are takin' five so the brothers- in- law can get to know one another.
Look, I'm sorry!
If someone tried to kill you, using my name, they will pay!
You are pathetic!
You cannot strike me, I am royalty!
What do you want?
Nothing, Darling.
I want...
off this planet.
Now you're gonna find a way to get Scorpius off my back.
Have we company?
Your sister, she gets to marry who she wants.
And you get to be King.
Clayvor, I'm trying to bathe.
Oh my, the future Ms.
Valiant.
We're just getting to know one another.
You should get dressed.
Do not try to kill me again.
It makes me angry.
Is everything alright?
He needs a bath and a hug.
Get my mother.
Get my mother!!
I demand better protection for him.
You cannot assault a member of the ruling house!
Well he was trying to have me killed.
You bitch slapped the tralk!
We could find no evidence of an attack!
Look, the same weapon that was used on me, was used to disintegrate the assailants, okay?
By a mysterious savior that you can't identify!
Look, I was having my ass wiped across the floor!
I did not take time...
Are you doubting Crichton?
Well, it is a weird story.
You are not helping.
Chiana!
I will upgrade security.
I will alert the Empress.
But I will not accuse the Prince of treason, without proof.
But you believe me.
Don't you?
The reason your charges against the Prince will be met with scepticism, is that the Empress...
and by extension the entire royal family...
abhors personal violence.
Follow me.
You humiliated me.
That's enough, 'kay?
You have made your point.
I don't think I have.
Clayvor went to my mother and detailed your obnoxious behavior.
My obnoxious behavior?
Yes!
My brother poisoned my DNA, I know, I am not a fool.
But he would never kill anyone.
Well, a Scarran might.
They are playmates, you know that.
Look!
If you don't want to marry me, just say so!
I already said so!
Lady, we have been over this ground with a backhoe!
It works for both of us.
It saves my life, it saves your ass.
Okay.
I did deserve that.
My mother now considers you unstable.
She wants more medical tests.
Katralla, listen to me.
Your brother sent men to kill me.
Now John cannot marry Katralla if John is not alive!
Clayvor is weak!
I cannot believe that he would participate in such a heinous act.
That means you're lying.
And if so, I can't marry you.
Zhaan, there's no doubt.
The smoke tendril has definitely invaded Moya.
Where, Pilot?
Which way?
Directly above you.
Moving into the maintenance bay.
Pilot?
Still moving in Moya's ducts, overhead.
Down the wall.
Where?
Which wall?
Pilot, where?
Be calm Priest.
I am the ships deity, not yours.
Then you must be one of the ships builders.
One of those that gave Leviathans intelligence.
Anybody can give a machine intelligence.
We gave her a soul.
Then I welcome you aboard.
I have been through Moya's systems.
She is in good health.
And she has given birth.
To a male offspring, named Talyn.
A gun ship.
Not of her choosing.
While held captive against Pilots do not speak to Kahaynu.
A capricious deity.
He created these beasts.
As emissaries of peace.
Then you have succeeded, Kahaynu.
Moya is a gentle soul.
And is able to reproduce ships that can dispense carnage.
I am here to de- commission Moya.
To end her existence.
Honestly Chiana, as long as Crichton's alright, I don't know what else I can do.
Go to him!
He's already made his decision.
He needs us now!
He needs you.
He needs more body guards and you said that's happening.
Have you even told him how you feel?
He knows what he needs to know.
Look, Aeryn...
all men are stupid.
Okay?
Men...
stupid.
If you want them to know something, you've got to tell them.
I trust I'm not disturbing you, but...
I'm planning a trip to the edge of the Barren Lands.
To watch the Poke Renos migrate.
I thought you...
No thank you.
I sense...
unhappiness...
that your friend Crichton is marrying our Princess.
Oh yes?
And why would that make me unhappy?
I simply offer myself as a diversion.
Besides, you never know.
We could be uh...
extremely compatible.
Now, don't feel bad.
It's not you, it's me.
I don't like you.
Well, you certainly have made your feelings clear.
So now you want to marry?
Well, it works for the situation.
Look, John.
I'd like to believe you.
But our investigators have uncovered no trace of the events you described.
What about the guard that was killed when they came after me?
Where's he?
He could be anywhere.
Yeah, he- he- he's everywhere.
He's in Heaven.
Do we know this?
I've never seen anything like it before.
Obi Wan had one.
Except his was a lot smaller.
John, it's locked!
What?
Hello?
Hello, can anyone here me?
Open up!
Hello!!
Get down!
No!
Can anyone here me?
Get down!
Hello!
Hello!
Open the door!
Katralla!
Get down!
Is there another way out?
I don't think so.
Just keep your face to the floor, shallow breaths.
John.
This way.
What?
Come on.
This way.
Katralla.
Come on.
I doubted you.
I'm sorry.
Ah, it's alright.
It's just a burden being right all the time.
Your word is worthy.
I will marry you.
That's unacceptable Dominar Rygel.
John Crichton may not leave this planet.
But I will protect him.
I've noticed how efficient that is.
Security was tripled.
This device was unknown to us.
There was no way we could predict it's application.
You know why it's unknown to you?
Because it's probably Scarran.
The same Scarran who's in conspiracy with your son.
Silence!
You may have once ruled six hundred billion, but you will not besmirch my son's name!
Aren't we past that, Novia?
You posture and deny any longer, and we both lose what we want.
If Crichton leaves, he will flee.
Not...
if you control the situation.
Stash him somewhere.
Moya's gone, he's got nowhere to go.
At least give yourself time to identify the conspirators...
other than your son.
Are you familiar with the Jekench race?
The little green creature who saved Crichton and your daughter?
Precisely.
Her Elders councilor sent a ship filled with wedding gifts.
It orbits unattended, unnoticed.
Excellent thinking.
Do you employ a detail of guards above treason?
I shall send my very own Paladins.
I propose we tell no one.
Not my shipmates or your daughter.
Let them all think Crichton's...
disappeared.
Throw them off the scent.
Encourage those who are intent on assassination, to grow careless.
Precisely.
You are most wise, Empress.
And you are most manipulative, Dominar.
This...
servant, you trust it?
With my secrets and my life.
Ro'Na will not betray us.
Something wrong?
It's so much currency!
One quarter down payment for your excellent services.
Three times as much, upon completion of your assignment.
Do you know what this is?
A Trans- sequence ident wafer?
Do you know what to do with it?
Yes.
Good!
I predict...
that very shortly, you'll be the wealthiest Jekench in this part of the Galaxy.
Thank you!
Interesting creature.
Pitiful, really.
Notify Lieutenant Braca that...
at the conclusion of his mission, there are to be no...
witnesses left behind?
Oh to be there when the scales fall from John Crichton's eyes.
I take it we are clear.
No one following.
You show the way.
Dominar Rygel said you must insert this before ascending.
I've already altered our Trans- sequence identity code, we won't track as Leviathan transport pod.
He said it was a last minute security procedure in case we've been compromised!
I'm sorry, I don't understand these things.
I do not like skipping out without people knowing.
I...
thought that was the point?
The point is to hide from my enemies, not my friends.
Your Highness, the two attempts on your life demand extreme security.
And Counselor Tyno will be looking for this new code on his tracking screen.
Alright.
Thank you.
Buckle in boys and girls.
Emergency exits Hammond side.
I'm driving.
Pilot!
You must arrest her actions!
Moya cannot be doing this willingly!
She is shutting her own systems down, in sequence.
I cannot over- ride!
Moya!
Hear me!
Whatever this Kahaynu has done to you...
it is not in your self interest.
How egocentric.
As if your way was the only way.
I am a priest.
I have long ago come to terms with the idea that alien life practices alien ritual.
But all life cherishes life!
Moya can reproduce gun ships.
Moya must be decommissioned.
She trusts my suggestion to guide her.
You will never convince me that Moya is doing this willingly.
Then let her do it.
Moya.
...
Fulfilled...
Moya.
...
.Moya...
.
...
Go...
.
...
Willing...
...
Willing...
.
...
Willing...
...
Yessssssssssssssss...
.
...
Peace...
This is an abomination.
I am so filled with uncharitable rage.
Nooooooooooooooooooooo!
You weren't going to tell us that John was leaving the planet!
It wasn't my idea!
Grab Empress Novia by the throat if ya dare!
When did the transport pod disappear?
Immediately after passing through our weather layer.
There's been no signal from it whatsoever.
Oh.
Did it explode?
Not that I can tell.
Was it commandeered?
Could it have landed somewhere?
No!
This is Scorpius, I'm sure of it.
No, the Scarran.
Hey, hey, hey, hey.
You and the Scarran?
Not a good idea.
Remember the last time?
Let me try him first.
I'll uh, be with the Empress.
I'm sorry.
I know the worst has being left behind.
Is there a reason your ship is so far from the others?
It's an automated cargo runner.
Isolation makes it harder to find and discourages looters.
And why would someone want to loot an empty cargo runner?
Only empty of crew.
It is full of wedding presents for the Princess and yourself.
Presents?
No, no, no, no.
You have done enough.
I'm gonna talk to the Misses, you can keep the presents.
You need a toaster, right?
Toaster.
Toaster- toaster- toaster- toaster.
Oh, I couldn't, Highness.
It's John.
Look, I'm gonna be a statue for eighty cycles.
Someone ought to use the stuff while the warranties are still good.
Our Jekanch's frown on acquisition.
We live to serve, not to possess.
So you don't own your own stuff?
No.
To what end does possessory well serve?
Woah, good question.
Uh...
.before I left Earth I had a lot of things that were...
.
very important to me.
No more?
I live in a converted cell.
I don't have a a VCR, no remote control.
Damn, no Charlie Parker albums And I do miss my'62 T- Bird.
T- bird- T- bird- T- bird- T- bird.
But, you discover you need very little.
Do you miss not having these things?
Not really.
Priorities change.
I often wonder what I would do with wealth.
Well, I tell you what.
If there's ever anything I can do to help you find it, you let me know.
I shall remember those words, Highness.
It's John.
Yes, Highness, yes.
Poor Katralla, so unaware of what it takes.
To be a slut, Jenavia?
To keep a man.
I heard yours ran off, rather than marry you.
Somebody tried to kill him.
Probably my brother.
Your fianc�e.
What does that say about you?
Honestly?
That I pick winners.
You disgust me.
Hello, ladies!
I hope I'm not disturbing.
Oh, let go of me!
Let go of me!
Now listen to me closely so that there's no misunderstanding.
I don't know what game's being played on this little planet of yours and I don't really care.
What I care about is that a good friend of mine is not hurt.
In any sense of the word.
How dare you!
And if he is, I will personally take revenge on both of your overly made up faces.
He came into my chambers and he...
affronted me b- before my fianc�e.
I will have his head on a post...
Your Highness...
Silence!
Your gas attack on Crichton and the Princess has succeeded!
He has fled, you have won.
I assume the gas attack was yours, I wouldn't kill my own sister.
Then you are perhaps unworthy to be Regent.
Nevertheless, this imposter to the crown is gone.
Your sister's birth- versary approaches in two solar days.
Am I interrupting?
Well of course I am.
Yeah.
Yeah.
It's so, so hard to conduct a conspiracy without privacy.
Well ask me.
I should know.
What do you want?
I'm a Nebari.
You may have heard of us.
Leave this room, now, child.
Well, you also may have heard how...
we can defeat full Command Carriers.
Not to mention uh, mind cleansing.
We are both impressed and daunted.
By all means Nebari, continue.
So, if anything happens to John Crichton, expect uh...
expect retribution!
Yeah.
Retribution.
Frell.
What the Hezmana was that all about?
They don't know where he is, either.
You are going to rule!
Invader alert!
Invader alert!
Twenty microts to forced depressurization.
Occupant lighting mode.
Reduce by half.
Wow, this place has an interesting smell.
It's not exactly five star hotel, is it?
But...
at least it's off the main road.
Get down!
Don't.
Oh how disappointing you are in the flesh.
Oh, I get that all the time.
To think of all the energy Scorpius expended on you.
Yeah.
I'm not crazy about it, either.
Notify Scorpius as instructed.
Sub- closed shielded frequency.
A little reunion is in order, don't you think?
I've cut his transport loose, it's drifting away.
The Marauder that's coming to pick us up will need to dock in it's place.
Now where's the rest of my payment?
When Crichton's safely aboard the Command Carrier.
That wasn't my arrangement with Scorpius.
I want my payment!
Ah, that will be him, now.
You do not get the toaster!
And no one knows where we are.
Both yours and this vessel have radically altered Trans- sequence ident codes which identify us...
as derelict refuelers.
Inventive.
Evasive.
In custody.
My commendations, Lieutenant Braca.
See to it that our...
quarry, remains secure.
I want my payment.
But of course.
Lieutenant...
reward our Jekench friend.
And at the conclusion, give her something...
additional.
...
from me.
Your admirable associate, Ka D'argo was just here to see me.
Of course...
since I have no idea where you are, he left feeling...
.
well...
unfulfilled.
Why don't you leave me alone, Scorpy?
Because the wormhole technology locked in your brain makes you, to my knowledge, unique in the Galaxy.
Unique.
And unique is always valuable.
Yes.
Unique.
Unique.
Stop or I will shoot you.
Really?
You promise?
Sit down!
I said, sit down.
Or what?
You're gonna shoot me?
If I have to.
Do me the favor!
I don't think so, you know?
I don't think Scorpy...
is gonna give you your badge of Commendation if you shoot "unique" Sit down or I'll shoot your limbs off, one at a time.
Huh- uh.
No- no- no.
See?
Human.
Sebacean.
Human, Sebacean.
We're different.
One wound, I bleed out!
Oh, Officer Braca!
What the frell happened?
Hm?
Fine!
Let's do it then!
Let's do this thing!
Come on, shoot me!
Right here, right here!
Ho!
Oh, no- no- no, not the brain, he wants the brain.
The heart.
Here.
Heart.
You shoot me in the heart.
Uh...
kinda say your left, right, oh yeah, my right, your left, my left, your right.
Here!
John Wayne Bobbit, Vienna Boys Choir You're insane!
My sex life, kill my sex life!
Now, quick, shoot, just shoot me!
Pussy.
Ah, get back!
Get back or the white boy gets it!
Oh man, don't let him kill me, don't let...
you people are so,,, dumb!
Sit down!
What's he done?
No, no, no!
Coolant pumps, cycling fuel generation, generators cabling, weapons priming!
Weapons?
Shut down!
Shut the weapons down!
Oh, shut'em down yourself, Braca!
Shut'em down yourself!
Undeclared craft.
You have engaged weaponry in a tactile free zone surrounding the Royal planet.
Excuse me uh, should I get this or...
Power down your shields Stay away from the comms!
and identify yourself immediately.
Get away from the comms!
I said, get Crichton!
Undeclared craft.
Power down your weapons, and identify yourself immediately.
Undeclared craft...
We're so screwed, man!
We're gonna die!
Quick, shut down now!
You're insane!
What?
Did you just figure that out?
I thought that was common knowledge!
We have got to get out of here, now!
Really?
Well, alrighty then!
Do you want us both to die?
You didn't think I was gonna do it alone, did ya?
Bye Crichton, the ship's yours!
But I've got the helmet!
Ah, frell, frell, frell, frell, frell, frell, frell, frell, frell, ahhhh!
Ahhh!
This is John Crichton, I'm in the ship that's...
this is John Crichton...
Focus, John.
Panic is unacceptable, you will survive.
No.
You must survive.
No!
You've come too far to die.
Never get off the boat.
Never get off the boat, man!
Kahaynu!
Present yourself!
Kahaynu!
I will speak with you now!
Spirit of the warrior resides in your preistlyness.
Spirit of an executioner within yours!
Pointless recriminations.
Is there anything else you wish?
As a symbiotic part of Moya, Pilot is trapped.
Build him a new ship, so he...
he does not perish needlessly.
We are not prepared to do more than we have.
I should say goodbye before it is too late.
This is wrong.
I will not allow this!
I've um, spoken to the Empress, John.
She's not gonna do anything.
Three near- death experiences in a day and she's going to do nothing.
The Empress has put Scorpius on notice.
The Scarran too.
Her son.
Everyone.
Security's so tight, that last night, they burst into my room, just as Chiana was um...
screaming.
I'm tired of this.
It's all politics, John.
As in mutual powerful kingdom.
They expel someone during coronation it will have negative consequences which will ripple outwards.
You know, you're starting to sound like an old history professor.
Rygel's been very...
.
excellent at teaching me.
So, nothing has changed.
Options?
Okay, you could run as you did before.
Or you can submit, and stay here.
Either way, I'll back whatever you do.
I'm very proud of you.
Really?
Yes.
Why?
Being Crichton.
The Crichton I always knew.
Yeah?
Gettin' my ass kicked all over the Universe.
Putting yourself into a position to get your ass kicked.
Fighting.
Resisting.
Never giving up.
Aeryn, is there a way off this planet?
Have you convinced Scorpius...
to stop chasing me?
The Empress, is she no longer intent on her daughter being...
heir to the throne?
Those are not good reasons for getting married.
Alright, no, bigger picture.
Let's say...
that the idiot son inherits the throne.
He starts wars.
He makes bad alliances, millions of people die.
Eighty cycles.
It's not that long of a time.
Oh, see, you've rationalized this all out, have you?
Aeryn, I'm tired.
What am I supposed to do?
What am I supposed to do when there's no fight left?
You run away.
With you?
With all of us, together.
What?
You can't just quit!
I'm not quitting.
I just can't go on.
Was I wrong?
You're no longer the Crichton I knew?
I'm exploring the Barren Lands.
If you think you can keep up.
Moya has...
slipped from my consciousness.
She is gone.
And, I am shortly to follow.
Don't feel sad.
Our lives were good.
Moya is right, we are...
fulfilled.
Pilot.
It has been a pleasure.
I...
am ready now.
I...
have seen the stars.
Hey bro'.
Glad to see you could make it.
Much fortune.
You're making a uh, mistake, Crichton.
Oh, I don't think so, Scorpy.
I had one request for a wedding present.
That you be banned from this planet forever.
Do you know what they said? "
Yes, your Highness."
Not you.
In the presence of the spirit...
of all who have sacrificed, so that we may rule ourselves in peace...
.
I call public the joining of my daughter...
and her betrothed in the sacred ceremony that shall ensure compassionate governance, and harmony.
Shall any one among you feel cause to sway the will of love, to question the ability, the sincerity, or the destiny of this union...
rise now, and be heard.
With your silence as benediction, I invite you to now rise...
and witness the crux of power pass from one generation to the next.
You will now be wed.
It is more obligation than honor.
You are not only responsible for each other, but for the lives of your subjects.
Do you accept this burden in matrimony?
Without hesitation.
Without hesitation.
As reigning monarch, it gives me great pleasure to formerly introduce our successors, the future Empress and Regent, of this great and peaceful civilization.
Katralla, and John.
Magnificent.
I smell power again.
Pieces of different kindling often build the strongest fire.
Thank you.
Ah, Father.
Congratulations.
Where was she, D'argo?
You must forget about Aeryn, John.
Thank you I uh, recorded...
some messages.
Um, Zhaan, Pilot and...
Aeryn.
Yeah.
I'll make sure they get them.
Thanks.
Hey, I love you.
I know.
Alright, alright, enough with the kissing and the cuddling.
John!
I will stand beside you for eighty cycles with love in my heart.
And long for the day when we may revive.
It's calibrated only for Sebaceans.
Endure the pain.
And rule wisely.
The time has come for farewells, my friend.
Oh, this is not happening.
Just feel free to wake me up anytime, D'argo.
Well, now I can only speak truth.
And that comes as good and bad news.
Alright.
Gimme the bad news first.
The bad news is that you're married.
And you must endure as a statue for eighty cycles in a strange world.
What's the good news?
Chiana and I are having fantastic sex.
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