Programa de TV: Farscape - 3x1

Previously on Farscape...
I am in control of ME!
No more John.
There's no Scorpius here.
You burn Moya?
...to save her.
NO!
Crais and Talyn have located some kind of surgeon.
If it wasn't serious, they wouldn't have called us.
Hello, Delvian.
John Crichton to Scorpius.
Request immediately extraction.
Given no other choices, I will shoot you down.
Ejecting now!
Aeryn!
Can you comply?
Negative.
Aeryn, listen to me.
This is John-- it's John.
Yeah, is it really you, John?
Yes.
The harness is jammed.
Aeryn.
No!!!!!
...
What have I done?
At peace...
Aeryn.
Remove...
chip...
Take the damn thing out.
Down there!
Hello, Doctor.
So good to see you again.
you no longer serve a purpose.
I only hope...
the wormhole technology I've waited so patiently for makes more sense.
Goodbye.
And now on Farscape...
Is there still no communication from the planet?
Nothing.The Diagnosian said we would be notified as soon as there was something to report.
Pilot, any news?
I would have told you if there were.
We should be down there at Crichton's side.
John did not want us there.
We must respect that.
The microt you hear anything Pilot.
Yes.Zhaan.
Pilot!
I remind you that we shouldn't stay any longer than necessary.
If the neural clone's messages got through to Scorpius...
his command carrier must be on it's way.
We know that, Crais.
Pilot, have you heard anything?
No!
When I know something, you'll know it!
Until then-- leave me alone!
Is he always like that?
Aeryn's death hit him pretty hard.
It hit everybody hard.
Now, why were you hiding, Grunschlk?
Well, why did you and your goons come storming in here with your guns drawn?
Oh, just a precaution.
Precau--?
Well, so was that.
So go on son, put your precautions away and pay me...
what we agreed!
Listen.
I informed you the microt that Crichton got here so you keep up your end of the deal, all right?
Listen son, you don't want to frell with me on this one!
Grunschlk, if I was in your situation...
I'd be attempting to present evidence that I still served a purpose.
Does he?
Now that my neurochip has absorbed the information I need from John's mind we're finished here.
Poor Crichton...
he's going to be so lonely.
Never mind.
It's me, John.
I'm still here.
What?!
No!
No, no, no, no, no, no.
You're gone!
The chip's gone!
Get out of my head!
I'd like to.
But, I don't wish to remain here, therefore you must die.
My name is John Crichton I am 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 wonder's I've seen.
Serve a purpose?
'Course I serve a purpose.
Any purpose you like-- sir.
Got a purpose?
No?
Well-- I'll come up with one.
Look-- there-there's a purpose in itself.
Sir Officer Corbrind, I ordered you to remain with the Marauder.
Yes, sir.
However, we've received an encoded message pulse from the command carrier.
Report.
Battle ended successfully.
However, the unexpected duration of the engagement will delay our rendezvous 5.3 arns.
5 arns...
Crichton's shipmates won't stay away that long.
We can eliminate them.
They don't worry me.
A Leviathan gunship commanded by a vengeful traitor does.
Sir.
I flew us here undetected!
Because Crais and Talyn were preoccupied with Officer Sun's last flight.
If we were to leave now...
how long could you keep us undetected?
We'd be a thousand metras away before the gunship detected us.
Not good enough.
The carrier is still so far off-- Talyn would easily overtake us-- we'll wait.
If you're thinking of staying, sir.
I've got a splendid room, all the comforts, very private.
Show us.
Splendid.
Death is the only sensible course, John.
For everything there is a season-- a time to be born-- and a time to die!
Yes, yes, yes.
The devil quotes scripture-- I thought you were put in here to protect me!
Until my task here was completed.
Now that Scorpius has recovered the neurochip-- You should be gone!
How come you're not?!
I don't know, but this...
this is intolerable, for both of us.
End it John!
Free us from one another!
Scorpius has beaten you.
Aeryn Sun is dead.
Your power of speech is gone.
The only one you'll ever talk to again is me!
Is that how you want to live?
End it, John.
Do it!
Grunschlk!
Where are you?
You told me that ship would be here by now!
Grunschlck!
Oh, Crichton You're even more inarticulate than you-- Oh!
Tocot?
We'll come down at once, Rygel.
D'Argo.
Hey, we got a meal ready.
There's a problem.
Zhaan, Stark and I are going down to the planet.
We'll go with you.
No, I need you to stay here with Moya.
Scorpius' command carrier could arrive any microt.
If it does, I want you to Starburst away immediately.
But, but...
Pilot can ...
please let...
Do...
what I tell you!
Frell!!
Frell!
I'm sick of this!
And when the service is finished, everyone except Crichton went back up to their ship, and the Doc, he started the surgery.
And your last communication with any of them was when?
Uh...
nine or ten arns.
Sir, the Marauders sensors have detected a transport pod leaving Moya on a vector towards us.
They didn't speak to you first?
They must be getting apprehensive.
When they get here, let me speak to them.
I'll ah, I'll stall them-- send them away.
Whatever you want.
I'll say anything you like.
How prescient of you.
Yours is an interesting species Grunschlk.
Simple mind-- Simple brain.
Easily dominated.
And easily controlled.
About time!
Keep trying, Rygel!
You try!
I've done everything you've told me...
turned on the bio-neutralizer...
John...
Turned off the 'see-through skull machine' ...
enough is enough!
John...
...it's just not working!
He's breathing!
Scor...
Scorpius.
The command carrier couldn't have arrived without our knowing.
Scorpius, must have come in a Prowler or a Marauder on a stealth trajectory.
Could he still be here?
Possibly.
If so, reinforcements may follow.
Talyn and I will adjust our orbit for maximum scan.
Splendid room.
All the comforts.
Very private.
Splendid room.
All the confor...
very priv...
I'll say- I'll say- I'll say anything you like...
I'll say...
anything you like.
Well, with a little diversion...
Braca.
Let me see your pulse pistol.
Splendid.
Hoo!
Help!
Scorpius-- shot me-- took the chip.
When?
A couple of arns ago.
Gone now.
Are you sure he's gone?
Long gone.
Grunschlk.
You...
you use these poor beings as donors!
Doc couldn't operate else!
Crichton didn't want the operation if it would harm a donor!
But nobody was harmed!
The Doc was only borrowing some cerebral fluid to top off Crichton's!
They can spare it.
How can they be harmed if they are already dead?
Yeah!
They aren't dead.
Well, I mean, they're effectively dead, because they can't be restored and live.
They're trapped between two realms...
lost.
Stark John needs our help now.
Tocot-- what can we do now?
Well, ah...
Doc says he could try and restore his speech with a neural tissue transplant.
But, it would use up a donor.
You mean, 'kill'.
However you want.
Crichton definately would not want that!
Look, it might not even work anyway.
The Doc says this is so scrambled, he might not be able to fix no matter what!
If that's the case...
we need to know.
You want me to share Unity with him?
No-- I can't.
The last time I wasn't strong enough to overcome Scorpius' evil.
The evil is gone now.
The chip may have been removed, but-- the evil may still remain.
If that's true-- we still need to know.
You're not alone now Zhaan.
Delvian...
Delvian...
Listen to Crichton...
hear his pain...
What should be do?
Should we help her break out of it?
Uh...
uh...
I don't know.
Go away Zhaan...
there's no point...
Come out of it!
Break Unity!
Goddess be with him!
The Scorpius clone...
it's still in his head.
What?!
How is that possible?
It didn't work!
Why didn't it work?!
What did you do wrong?
They are never going to do what's necessary.
We know what has to be done!
We're going to help you, John.
Give me some Mornack injectant.
We're going to get that frelling madman out of your mind.
I can't see any.
But, how about some Narbot serum?
It's just as fast...
and painless.
Zhaan what are you doing?!
Let me go!
Hold her Stark.
Crichton wants to die!
Hold her!
Zhaan, stop it!
He wants to die!
Be calm, be calm!
John is in agony.
He begged me to kill him.
We have already lost Aeryn.
We will NOT lose another.
Why is Scorpius still in Crichton's mind?
Well the Doc figures it's like a 'neural bleed'.
The ah, clone's personality has been in there so long, that it's conciousness has, like, 'merged' with Crichton's.
Just remove it!
Well...
it's-it-it's not that easy.
You just can't cut it out...
...with a scalpel sir.
There's only one merciful thing to do.
Yeah, I would have to agree.
All right, you two-- out!
Get out!
And do NOT come back into this chamber!
Right.
Come on girl.
What shall we do?
Whatever we can.
You-- restore his speech.
But...
Crichton insisted...
no harm...
to donor...
You're the one harming the donors!
Their souls are crying out!
Screaming out in pain!
No...
pain!
I can hear them! "
Effectively dead!"
That isn't death at all!
This-- is death!
And that...
that was mercy.
His agony was far greater than yours.
Now, my friend.
Can you help John?
Can...
try...
Well, go ahead.
And as for you-- Do NOT...
make me tongue you.
You look pretty rouged.
I need air.
I will go outside and meditate.
Yeah, now-- the weather's cold-- gettin' worse.
Cold does not bother me.
Pa'u Zhaan, anything to report?
Not yet, Crais.
Still in orbit?
Go chase that bastard, Scorpius.
Their trail is cold.
Talyn and I have found nothing to suggest a vector.
So.
What are you doing here then?
We await the delivery of the remains of Officer Sun.
For the burial in space she would have wanted.
Fine.
I'll load her coffin onto your transport pod, and, uh, Zhaan can bring her up to ya.
I cannot face such a task right now.
Help me out, eh?
I'm tryin' to get rid of that Yarbo and his gunship from my planet.
I don't trust him.
When we all leave, we will take Aeryn Sun with us.
Huh, if you all leave.
I thought you weren't hungry?
I wasn't, until I started eating.
You want some?
Come on...
it'll put color in your cheek.
No.
Come on...
we'll die of boredom.
But we'll be well fed.
What'd you do that for?!
I don't know.
Think!
Well, maybe I don't like being taken care of.
Maybe I don't like being bitten!
Yeah?
Well then,keep your hands outta my face!
Keep your hands outta my food!
Hey!
I helped make that!
Too bad!
Still bored?
Stop it.
You better...
you better let go...
otherwise, I'm going to have to try something else.
You'll lose an arm!
Well, you'll lose worse...
than an arm.
You wouldn't do that.
Don't tell me what I-- what I would...
or would'nt do.
I do as I please.
Okay...
do whatever you want.
Done.
Damage...
repaired.
Speech...
should return. "
Should"?!
Will know...
soon.
Hey!
Where are you going?
Must...
excrete.
Aeryn's gone...
want to die.
Aeryn died so that you could live, John.
She would want you to keep fighting.
Lost...
still hear Scorpy...
Listen to me-- the chip's out, it's tendrils are dead!
The Scorpy in your head is merely a remnant.
A...
a...
impotent wraith buzzing in your ear.
You are stronger than he is!
Show him!
Hey, Harvey.
Let's have a little chat.
I don't wish to 'chat', John.
I wish to leave.
That is why you must die.
Why don't you kill me?
You did it before-- stopped my brain function cold.
What's the matter?
You lost your touch?
Circumstances are different now.
Yes, they are.
You got no connections, no backup, no power supply...
No place to hide...
I'm going to make some rules now.
Come on...
let me show you what I mean...
Now, John...
you listen to me...
Not this time, Scorpius.
This brain ain't big enough for the two of us.
Now, Crichton...
I'm warning you!
I'm sorry, sweetheart.
Come on, Scorpy...
come on, man.
Show me that ugly grin!
I'm warning you, Crichton.
Now you stop!
Oh, No, no, no, no.
I don't think so, remember?
Out with the old, in with the new!
Can I get a "HELL, YEAH!"?! "
HELL, YEAH!"
It's your time to pray, Scorpy.
Pray for your soul, Scorpy-- if you have one-- and pray for the soul of Aeryn Sun!
Shut up!
One of the cryogenic pods is starting an autorelease sequence, eh?
Nah.
Can't be.
Let me talk to him.
Sorry, Doc.
Say again?
What?
Full restoration?
You sure?
Nah, nah.
It- it must be a screwed up sensor.
You go back and tend to your patient, Doc.
I'll deal with it.
Doc...
leave it to me!
Doc.
Get out of there!
I'll handle it!
Doc...
Doc?
A Scarran...
Why?
Get frelled.
Grunschlk.
You can do one of two things with your mouth.
The first is talk to me.
That is the second thing.
All right...
You know the Scarrans are after you...
they found out this is where you had your 'cooling system' installed, and they sent a spy who offered me currency to keep him hidden until you came back for a check-up.
And you took his money.
Just his advance.
I was going to keep the dumb frell frozen, and hand him over to you.
But you didn't.
When your goons came in locked and loaded, I kind of doubted your good intentions.
As insurance I switched on the Scarran's auto-release three arns delay.
If you'd behaved, and paid what we'd agreed, I'd have switched it off.
I hope he kills you...
very slowly.
Not likely.
If my father finds out, we're dead.
He won't find out.
What the hezmana happened in here?
Oh, we were, ah, we were making some Soccherins and...
and the pot exploded.
You...
blew up a cook pot?!
We used too much lutra oil.
The Grolaks fine though.
Yeah, nice and crispy.
Here.
Sit down and eat.
Ah, I'll give the ah, I'll give the Soccherins another try.
I'll ah, consume this in a room without detonating crockery.
Thank you very much.
We'd better clean this up.
I guess so.
Crichton, D'Argo and Stark are in the surgery room...
and the Scarran is in the cryo-chamber, level four.
Shall I take care of it, sir?
With that?!
He'll saute you son...
He's never taken on a Scarran, has he?
No...
Have you?
I beat him.
He was all mouth, Stark.
How did you know?
I didn't.
I just thought it sounded good.
Well it worked.
Harvey's caged.
Come on, lets pay the bill and get the hell out of here.
I'll find Zhaan.
Plonik!
Erathran Plonik!
I'm alone!
I've got a present for you!
Grunschlk.
Where is Scorpius?
He's not here.
Then why did you release me?
Well, I've got someone almost as good, John Crichton.
You know who that is?
Yes.
Scorpius seems obsessed with him.
We want to know why.
Why don't you ask him?
He's in the surgery room, recovering.
Are you lying?
Is this a trap?
No, no, no.
No trap.
Where is Scorpius?
Scorpius isn't here.
Scorpius isn't here, I told you.
But I'm sure he's on his way back to the planet...
to capture Crichton.
Who is with Crichton?
Just a Luxan, and a Banik slave.
I might have use for you later.
That should divert the Scarran away from us.
Officer Corbrind.
We have received vital information, which I must deliver to my command carrier.
Sir, the carrier is now much closer.
I am certain we can outrun the gunship long enough to reach it safely.
You have that much faith in your piloting skills?
My last rating was 991, sir.
No active pilot rates higher.
Your skills will be tested.
Very soon.
Stark, look at these indicators.
The cryo-systems activated to preserve the body until burial.
But that's not all.
The Cyllian maintenance functions are still operating.
Keeping her body alive.
Why?
Unless Grunschlk was intending to keep her here as a donor.
I wouldn't put it past him.
No-- the Diagnosian pronounced her dead.
He could not save her.
His gifts could not.
I can hear the distant voices of the Interons,but-- I cannot hear Aeryn Sun's.
If her soul has not fled entirely, it's much too far away to be reached.
Even the attempt would be dangerous.
Yes.
You're probably right.
Zhaan.
Stark!
Why don't they answer?
Zhaan.
Stark.
What's the delay?
Where the hell did that come from?!
A Scarran.
We have no weapons so I suggest a tactical retreat.
That looks like an exit.
Door controls.
You didn't bring any weapons?!
I only brought down my Qualta Blade.
It's still sealed!
Well, how am I supposed to know about that?
Wait!
There's a hatch!
Whoa!
I hate the cold.
Freeze or fry.
Freeze.
Sir, the diversion's working.
The Scarran is moving outside in pursuit of Crichton and D'Argo.
However, two of the others are now blocking our path to the surface.
If they see us, and notify Crais...
Two Commandos from the Marauder coming from this approach, could take them out and still maintain a Zero Presence profile.
Summon them.
No sign of the Scarran.
Do you think he's following?
Better hope he is.
You sound like you got a plan.
We're going to bring him out here, and see how he likes being in the cold.
And what if he likes it?
Look!
One plan-- at a time!
All right.
Forgive me, Stark, but I need your strength.
I know you would never allow me to risk this.
Do you know who I am?
Do you know who you are?
Officer Aeryn Sun, Special Peacekeeper Commando, Icarion Company, Pleisar Regiment.
Have you come to reassign me?
I've come to take you back.
Zhaan?
What is this?
Unity, Aeryn.
The sharing of minds and souls.
As our thoughts merge, you will understand.
I understand that you shouldn't be here.
Nor should you.
Why are you doing this?
Because I love you.
More importantly...
Crichton loves you.
You must take this gift, not for my sake, but for his.
I can't.
I know your thoughts, and I know what this will cost you.
Stop resisting, Aeryn.
Accept this.
No!
Aeryn!
We'll take Stark with us.
Capture or terminate?
Keep the Banik alive...
terminate the Delvian.
You're back.
You're back...
Oh, Zhaan.
Success.
Success.
Where are the others?
Surgery.
Report.
The commandos are dead, Lieutenant.
Even if Crais is now aware of our presence, the Scarran won't stay diverted forever.
Officer Corbrind-- we can wait no longer.
Yes, sir.
Here he comes!
Hell, I don't think he likes the cold either!
Warm up the hot cocoa, baby!
Here we come!
It's jammed!
I can't believe this!
You have got to be kidding me!
Unjam it.
What?
What are you gonna do?!
Frell.
Yes, Talyn, I see it.
There is a vessel leaving the planet.
No, a transport pod would not be attempting a stealth trajectory.
Pursue.
That's my Qualta Blade!
Can't be!
You left it in the coffin!
Hey!
Hey, Horseface!
D'Argo!
Here.
Oh!
No!
You're gone!
It's me, John.
But it can't be!
You're-- you're-- This is some kind of a trick!
She died!
Zhaan brought me back.
She did a Unity thing.
Zhaan.
Oh, my...
my God...
Zhaan?
You're alive...
Crais.
Cease this pursuit at once.
This pursuit will end in your death, Scorpius.
Aboard this Marauder is information that will help us defeat the Scarrans.
You may have foresworn the Peacekeepers, but before you act, consider your fellow Sebaceans.
You consider one Sebacean who died at your hands-- Officer Aeryn Sun.
Yes, Talyn, I see it.
Command Carrier.
Crais.
You destroy this ship, my command carrier will destroy you.
Possibly.
Talyn-- are we in agreement?
Fire!
Pilot.
Scorpius is dead.
His command carrier is now in pursuit of Talyn, we'll draw it away from your position before we Starburst.
Scorpius is...
dead?
Yes.
Officer Sun...
is avenged.
Are you certain, Pilot?
Yes.
Moya confirms it.
Before Starbursting, Talyn told her that he destroyed Scorpius' Marauder.
Damn shame on two counts.
Too quick, and I wasn't there to see it.
D'Argo, I'm with Zhaan.
Did you find Tocot?
Yes.
He's dead.
And what about Grunschlk?
He's dead too ...effectively.
Then we're going to take these two with us.
The Interons?
Why?
One of them died because of me.
You think they can be saved?
You were.
Signal from the command carrier, sir.
Moya and Talyn have both fled.
A Prowler detail is on it's way to pick us up.
The Marauder?
Destroyed.
Plainly, Officer Corbrind overestimated his piloting skills.
Well, perhaps Talyn is more formidable than we thought.
Sir, Crais must be-- First Command has already taken care of that situation.
Our task is much more important.We-- have a new Gammak Research Base ready to go into operation.
Hundreds of Techs are waiting to apply this-- priceless information.
Let's not keep them waiting, Lieutenant.
Taste all right?
That frelling planet got me so chilled I still can't smell anything.
But, ah, it is warming me up.
Mine is more than adequate.
All the time you two spent in here was...
ultimately productive.
Two excellent cooks.
I couldn't be luckier.
Well, I could.
That frelling Grunschlk!
I paid for services and they were not rendered.
I'm delighted he's dead!
Finished making your rounds?
I shouldn't be here.
This is exactly where you should be.
I love you.
I love you too.
We will not act on it.
What...
Aeryn...
My Peacekeeper training was right about one thing-- Soldiers, and emotional attachments.
In battle, they distort your thinking.
We're not in battle, Aeryn.
Scorpius is...
What happens-- what happens when Moya comes into contact with more Scarrans, or Nebari, or Sheyangs, or something worse?
I will not be the cause of any more deaths because my judgement was faulty...
I will not permit anyone else to sacrifice their life for mine.
What do you mean "anyone else"?
Hello, John.
Aeryn just told me that, uh...
whatever you did to bring her back...
A gift of spiritual energy.
Yes...
that it took everything that you had.
Is there anything we can do to help?
Nothing.
I will not accept that.
I have, John.
I'm dying.