All language subtitles for Farscape The Peacekeeper Wars (2004)en

25.000 English

Breathe, Rygel, breathe.

- Rygel?
- Rygel!

He's unconscious. I'm gonna have to
get him up, get him outta this gas.

Gas. Is this stuff
flammable?

Preservatives?
Combustible.

At a very high temperature.

- You can ignite it?
- The gas is smothering my receptors.

Come on, we're gonna get you
to higher ground.

On my count.
One, two, three!

So basically you're going
to blow us up.

Whoa! Whoa!

I can direct it. Find cover.

- What was that explosion?
- Internal. Level 21.

Insurgency teams to containment
quarters. All teams, now!

- Explosion at mid ship on the Decimator.
- Crichton.

- Those are not internal.
- All systems off-line.

Stark, weapons.
We all need weapons.

Feel like killing someone?
Okay, maybe not.

We need more than weapons.
We need a plan.

- We have to transfer the baby.
- Now?

His pulse is slowing.
He's dying.

Okay, okay.

John, Aeryn, are you there?

I'm hearing dead people.
"D," how are you alive?

Long story.

Can I give you a ride?

- Absolutely. In what?
- It's gonna be a big surprise.

You stay put. We got a fix
on you. We'll come to you.

You heard him.
This is the Alamo.

Brace.

Go!

Chiana, call Peacekeeper Command,
confirm our coordinates.

Go!

Good luck.

Luxan commandoes
confirmed aboard, sir.

Secure my ship!

Aeryn, we gotta hurry.
I'm losing a pulse here.

- Here they come!
- Ready when you are.

Man, am I glad
you're not awake for this.

All right. You might feel
a little pressure.

Hold still. Hold still!

- War Minister Ahkna, report.
- Positioning to cut them off now!

I'm really sorry
about this, baby.

Just get it right
the first time.

- Nobody gets it right the first time.
- Wait!

Are you okay?

I'm pregnant.

- I'm running out of ammunition.
- As me.

- Well done.
- Thank you.

Rygel, you all right?

Thank you.

- He's out again.
- What is this?

Whatever you put in
my head is gonna explode!

You're not gonna be the only thing around here
exploding if D'Argo doesn't show up.

Stop acting like a bunch
of losers and look down!

Hey, the cavalry's here.

Okay, stand back.

It's no good.
We can't get through.

It's Dorian ore.
It's pulse resistant.

How are we supposed
to get to you?

I don't know. All the lifts are sealed.
We better make it quick.

Our surprise is wearing off.

Stand aside!
Get back!

All right,
ladies and children first.

You look great.

- I'm pregnant again.
- Congratulations.

Don't you touch me!

Catch!

Feel free to stay and cover our retreat.

Holy crap!
It's good to see you, Jothee.

Yeah, who'd have guessed?

Good to see you too.
We done?

Quick! Go, go, go, go!

Get out! Go!
Get outta here! Move, move!

Damage repair immediately.

The Peacekeeper armada
is sure to be on its way.

And we are sitting fodder! Move!

Coming through!

Here.

Go, get in!

You guys are a mess.

Everybody hang the frell on!

You've grown, dude.

Yeah? Well, it's the armor.

I'll take over, Sergeant.
You take care of the engine.

Sir.

So was this
a planned reunion?

You got any backup
out there?

Well, they can't maneuver
or fire so we're good to go.

Nice work, Cleaver.

Yeah. Well, the old man
had a lot to do with it.

Peacekeeper armada confirmed
on scanned perimeter.

Tell me.

When will we stop
following this Human

and start imposing
our agenda on him?

We already have.

Crichton insists he will
not build a wormhole weapon.

He insists he can't.

Human insistence.
Nothing more than a futile attempt

to avoid action they insist
they will never take!

He will help us?

Never.

But he will help Aeryn
and his new child.

Luxan penetrator out and away.
See you back in Kajargan.

- Safe journey. Can I speak to Jothee?
- Sure.

You need a guide to get through
Peacekeeper-controlled space.

Chiana was the first person
since your mother

that I really cared about.

I'm glad you and Chiana
are back together.

Day by day.
Trust takes time.

Yes, it does.

I'm not worthy.
I'm not worthy.

I'm not worthy.

Can't do that, can't do that.
I can't do it.

John, where are you going?

We can see the comms are open.
Would you answer please?

Frell.

Scarrans continue to fight.

It is clearly
Staleek's vanguard.

We're outnumbered
and under attack.

The command carrier
is heavily damaged.

We are unable to defend it.

Ma'am, the grand chancellor
is dead.

A great tragedy for our people.

Arrange a ship-wide
memorial service.

And set a course
for Captain Braca's location immediately.

With respect, ma'am,

High Command is sending
Vice Chancellor Vosler...

Don't let the belly
fool you, Lieutenant.

You were aware of my status?

Commandant, ma'am.

- Within this battle group, who outranks me?
- No one.

Then send apologies
to the vice chancellor

for the extra distance
he will have to travel.

And set a course
for Captain Braca's location now.

Ma'am.

Your assumptions
were correct, Excellency.

My spy informs me that the water planet
Crichton previously visited

was populated by a species
called Eidelon.

Yes.

Same as the frelling creature

they brought on board
to cloud my mind.

Obviously a plan
to defeat us with trickery.

All speed to the water planet.

Crichton is no longer
our only threat.

Inform me when every single
Eidelon is dead.

It's time!

Indeed.

Unlock the knowledge.

I have to make peace.

- Time...
- Flies.

- Time...
- Bandits.

- Time...
- Wounds all heals.

- Time...
- Rosemary and...

Time...

Time ends.

Crichton, you possess it,
don't you?

Don't... touch me!

The secret to victory.
The violent path to peace.

Congratulations, John!

Damn, it's big!
It's bigger than big!

These wormhole weapon plans
are complicated.

But I think we can build it
to budget.

- My head is killing me.
- Give the man a hard hat.

Oh, you MBA types.

I didn't get this
for you.

Ladies.

This project, John,
is for both of us.

"Coming this year,
Wormhole weapons to the stars.

Harvey and John's Construction
and Engineering. "

John and Harvey.

I can make us a new sign.

You agreed to do the job.
Now we gotta build it.

We're on my time table.
You're fired!

You went there, didn't you?

I went the whole way there.

- I didn't want you to do that.
- Yes, you did.

Everybody wants to see
the great big wormhole weapon.

I want to see war
turned into peace.

War and peace. War and peace.

Did you know that
Woody Allen's version

is better than Tolstoy's
because it is funnier?

And absolute power
corrupts absolutely.

Where the hell's my pen?
Where's my pen?

This is what you want.
This is what you want!

No, Aeryn, it is not
what I want!

It's just that fate keeps
blocking all the exits.

And no matter what I do, I just keep circling
closer to the flame.

Then pull back.

This war is not
your responsibility.

You and the baby
are my responsibility.

And how am I supposed to protect
you from the Peacekeepers

and the Scarrans and the Tregans and the
lions and tigers and bears?

With this?

This gun?
No gun is big enough.

We still have Stark
and the Eidelons.

It's not enough.

This is enough.

Wormholes.
What's inside my head.

This is ugly,
and it is malignant.

- But it will protect you and the baby...
- Ah, you see?

You don't just protect me.
We protect each other.

Did you feel that?

It kicked.

I can really feel it
alive inside me.

Here, Starky.

I don't remember
him being like this.

Nobody does.

Toad, what's with
the waterworks?

- I miss the baby!
- What baby?

- He had a baby?
- It's kind of a twisted story.

It's the chemical imbalance
in his system

from carrying the child.

He will recover
eventually.

Are you all right?

I'm quite fine.

I can't do this
without your help, Pilot.

Or is it Moya's?

This will be used
as a weapon against others?

Worse case scenario, yeah.

If I understand correctly,

it has the power to kill
tens of thousands.

For starters.

Are you capable
of using this?

Yes.

Then I don't know you
as I thought.

So you'll be starting
with me then?

Someone points a gun
at your head, what do you do?

You defend yourself.

And that is why
we have to build this.

No one has a weapon pointed
to your head.

God, Pilot! Everybody's got
a weapon pointed at my head!

There are other options.

Explain that to the millions who will die
in the meantime.

Is that truly your concern?

Or is it Aeryn and
your un-birthed offspring

you wish to protect?

That's my family, Pilot.

Everything begins
with family.

Scarrans!

- What the hell is happening?
- We're in a crossfire.

What are the Scarrans
doing here?

Pilot,
get us out of here.

How're the Eidelons holding up?

Their city
is also under attack.

There are too many of them!

What? No hailing? Not even
on our part to surrender?

Pilot, what are you doing?

Not me! It's Moya!

She's heading
into the ocean!

Crank!

See? Fate.

Can Moya do this?

She's done it.
She should be watertight.

Should be?

Harpoon holes
notwithstanding.

Don't fool yourselves.

The pressure differential
down here

compared to the vacuum
of space is huge!

We will flood!

Pilot, where is Moya intending
to go exactly? Pilot?

Welcome to the bottom.

Pilot, we have
light showers in here.

What are we seeing
everywhere else?

Sikozu's assessment
is accurate.

Many tiers
are taking on water.

If we're going to make peace, we have to get
Stark to the Eidelons.

- Okay. How do we get back to the surface?
- Transport pod.

If Moya's not watertight, then
transport pods won't be either.

We'll have to make one
watertight. Come along.

Where is Stark?

I can't locate him, Commander.

Yeah, right here.

Don't get
your minivox in a twist.

- Are you all right?
- Yeah, I'm fine.

But Stark went
completely fahrbot

when he heard the Scarrans
blowing the Hedsmana

out of the Eidelons.

- Where is he?
- Don't know.

I'm on tier 7.

Hard to track him
through the water.

I'll check the lower tiers.

I got topside.

We're going to need
more weapons on the surface.

- I'll raid the armory.
- Right. Be careful.

I'm pregnant,
not incapacitated, John.

Right. Pregnant.

Come on, Stark!
Give it up!

You act like you're high
half the time,

but we got an ocean
ten feet above our heads.

Holy crap.

Anybody see him yet?

Nope, but when I do
you're gonna know

because I'm gonna
rip his arm out.

He's not on the lower tiers.

All right.
You go to the bow.

- I got the aft.
- My pleasure.

Stark, I know
what you're feeling.

You got something in your head
that everybody wants.

Something that never should've
been there in the first place.

I promise you,
we'll get it out.

We damn well
better get it out.

Approaching water planet.

One damaged command carrier
on scans.

Multiple Scarran ships
bombarding her.

Do we have surprise?

From all indications, no cannons
swiveling to our vector.

Have you isolated
the emperor's vessel?

Not yet.

Then target all craft equally.

Shock wears off quickly,
ladies and gentlemen.

You know how I change my mind
about things sometimes?

I get so excited.

I say I'm gonna do it
and I really...

frelling mean it.

And then I change my mind
completely.

Yes.

Hyneria.

I'm gonna do it...

with you.

- You know why?
- Because you like Hynerians?

Not so much.

But I like you.

Can you hear that?

That's just the sound of a DRD.

And that is the sound of
our ship, Moya, under pressure.

And this...

is the sound of an AKR maximum
load ammo pack being chambered

into a full-grade
field ranger pulse pistol.

Are you all right?

Yes. The baby
is just kicking a lot.

I should go and help
find Stark.

We said no to John.

I know.

Moya and I will have
no part of mass murder.

None of us
want to, Pilot.

But if we don't,
the outcome will be worse.

Are not Stark
and the Eidelons

preferable
to the wormhole weapon?

Of course, but I'm not sure
they can do it.

You know, we all want
the same thing, Pilot.

Peace.

Hello, D'Argo.

I found him. He's in
the lower maintenance bay.

I'm sorry I ran like I did.
It was mindless of me.

Are you okay?

Fine actually.

Remarkably fine

given the responsibility
that now resides within me.

So it worked?
It's inside you?

Yondalao's knowledge.

We really
have to get outta here.

We're in awfully deep,
aren't we, D'Argo?

Please, Stark,
we have to go.

Water.

Yeah, there's lots
of water.

More water.

Get down!

Breach on the lower tiers
where D'Argo and Stark are!

I'm close and moving.

Where are they?

Here. Over here!

D'Argo, no.

Look after him.

Thank you.

Are you all right?

I saw the most amazing thing
before I almost died.

What?

The vision?
The light?

- Your ancestors?
- No.

I saw a big wall of water
and the ground

as my nose was scraping
along the floor.

You're lying.
It's not your regular brand.

Eidelon. Crichton,
I'm not afraid anymore.

Hold that thought 'cause
we're going to the surface.

Grand Chancellor Maryk.

Get us into that battle!

Nothing matters
but the carrier.

You all right?

It's beyond me why women would choose
to do this more than once.

- They say three is the magic number.
- Three is a scary number.

Come on, move! Let's go!

Stark, come with me.

We're too late.

We don't know that yet.
Come on.

- Where are the Eidelons?
- The Scarran term is nullified.

Sergeant Learko,
this is Cleaver Jothee.

Sergeant, are you there?

More like here, sir.

What's the situation?

Scarrans control
the whole of the city.

Isolated pockets of
Peacekeepers,

but they're
being steadily neutralized.

- What about the Eidelons?
- Slaughtered, even in surrender.

The rest of our men are
on the other side of the city

searching for survivors.

We have to get Stark to them.

Captain Braca,
are you still alive?

- Very much so, sir. Good to hear your voice.
- Your location?

The great temple.

We're holding out
with a band of Eidelons.

My requests for reinforcements
have been unheeded.

There's some on the way.
Stay tight.

Yes, sir.

Let's move.
You're on point.

Sergeant Learko,
you go with him.

Stark is now
our number-one priority.

Stark? How's that for
an inversion of normalcy!

Don't get shot up too much.

I was thinking the same thing
about you, old man.

Why can we not immolate
that city?

Weapons systems is inoperative from the
Luxan attack, Excellency.

Excuses aside,

I want every single Eidelon
eliminated.

It is being attended.

That chair becomes you.

Reports from prior
to our arrival suggest

that Crichton and the Leviathan
perished in the ocean below.

Would you agree?

I would rather have
his head as proof.

Once the Peacekeepers
have been defeated,

I intent do oversee larger
galactic governance issues.

Bring me Crichton's head

and all differences between us
will be resolved.

Paving the way for you
to assume my position,

Empress Ahkna.

Why no opposition
on this path?

Scarran shock teams containing
a small number of troops,

delivering a high body count.

Looks like they went street by street.
Extermination pattern.

Now they're down there.

How hard's it gonna be for everybody to leave
each other alone?

Impossible, I'd say.

I would like you
to name the baby Rygel.

Maybe... if it's a girl.

All right, folks, when things
go to hell in a hand basket,

we meet here.

It's a good spot for Moya to
pick us up with the docking web.

Okay, everyone,
let's move out.

Very impressive subjugation.

I dread my cities
looking like this.

Hi, Grunschlk,
going somewhere?

Oh, I suspect you have
some serious issues.

- Shoot the traitor.
- I'm not a traitor.

Someone relayed our location
to the Scarrans after we left.

Someone else.

Have you signaled to anyone
that we're here?

Signaled?
I'm trying to get away.

From a Scarran weapon.

So? We use that trick
all the time.

Look, Missy New Eyes,
my dealings with the Scarrans

are purely financial.

Okay, enough talk. Either we
kill him or we take him with us.

- Take him.
- Scarrans.

- Okay, down.
- Go! Go!

We can take
those Dreadnaughts on.

A pulse blast
would bring 100 Scarrans.

They don't know where we are.
I wanna keep it that way.

Don't move.

There's enough here
for both of us.

Go.

Scorpius, there's
movement outside the temple.

Yes, Captain, we're on
approach so hold your fire.

Thank Juka.

We were worried it was another
Scarran insurgency team.

Braca, open the door!

Good to see you.
You're the reinforcements?

No, we're the band.

Looks like Kiss
was your opening act.

Frell, I'm in the wrong band.

Report.

Six of our troops,

two trained Eidelons, four
others who refuse to bear arms.

The Diagnosan,
minimal munitions.

At least the Scarrans don't know
we're here.

Let's keep it that way. Sergeant?

He's a spy.
Watch him.

I am not a spy!

I report, my spy is trapped

inside one of the city's
largest edifices.

Most interestingly,
with Crichton.

- So, he lives.
- Rectified shortly.

I continue to keep
your future seat warm for you.

Stark, you're the reason
we came.

Is Muoma here?

Yes, she's
around the corner.

Do you have a plan?

We had a good plan
till your guys shot us down.

I don't suppose they'd loan us
a ship, would they?

No, I'm afraid Commandant Grayza's focusing
on other issues.

The grand chancellor's dead.

I suggest we observe operation silence.
Fortify our defenses.

Doc!

Your water just broke.
That means the baby's coming.

Doc!

- Big baby. That's good.
- The timing isn't.

Considering the amount
of fire power it takes

to drop a single Scarran,
we're in trouble.

We should disassemble the weaker munitions.
Make our own shot grenades.

Arts and crafts.
She's gonna be a great mom.

She's right about
the fortifications.

Captain Braca, Scarrans.

Take cover!

Small arms,
but a lot of weaponry.

Everyone, help me
close up this door.

War Minister,

the structure is surrounded
and prime for takeover.

Excellent.

When we attack, the Peacekeeper
female is to be left for me.

I just spoke to Pilot.

Said he won't be ready
till dawn.

At least a couple of arns.

Is there anything
I can do to help?

You've done enough already.

If this was a Sebacean
child, a pure one,

it would've
been born long ago.

So, how long
is this going to take?

On Earth it can last days.

I have killed men for less.

Hey, baby birthing was not
part of the original deal.

Hey, we will be renegotiating.

How's it going?

I'll explain the processes
as best I understand it.

- When they finish meditating...
- We are ready.

High Priestess,
prepare yourself.

The legends are true.

Our heritage,

Yondalao's knowledge,
lies within me.

It has left me completely.

- Will you be able to educate the others?
- Of course.

And make peace?

Our numbers are too few.

Many more are necessary
to make a lasting contribution.

We might be able
to do something about that.

- Jothee, pick up the phone.
- Hello, Crichton?

Noranti, what the hell
are you doing?

Rescuing Eidelons.
What are you doing?

Where's Jothee?

Gone on reconnaissance with
his men. Their comms are off.

What's the situation there?

Any Eidelon that isn't dead
appears to be hiding with us.

Upwards of 100, I'd say.
I'm in charge, Crichton.

Jothee has made me
an honorary commando.

- Tell me he didn't give you a gun.
- Most certainly.

But pulse packs are in short
supply so it's not loaded.

Moya won't be able to pick them
up all together.

She'll barely
be able to take us.

Listen, Grandma,
call us when Jothee gets back.

There's a lot happening.

I'll try and remember.
I have to go now.

We can get you 100.

If we were all to be reunited,
peace is possible.

Just keep doing your thing.
We'll get you there.

Fantastic job.

You're the Johnny Appleseed
of detente.

Thank you. Thank you.
Johnny Appleseed?

Enough! Don't touch me!

Everything he does causes more pain.

This woman could chew
her own arm off.

What is going on?

No, no. No hablo Diagnosan.

What the hell's he saying?

The baby's turned round.

In a bad way.
Tangled in the cord.

And the translation
is extra!

Entangled. Breached.
Must manipulate.

But you can fix it,
right?

They're here!

Return fire!

Aeryn, get down!
You have to give birth!

Key for
their muzzle fire.

Frelling Scarrans!

They will charge!
Use your weapon!

Need your help.

Stay down!

We're way outnumbered.

Our number's about to grow
by one. Can you help Aeryn?

- I'll do it myself.
- The baby is breached.

I can't birth her narl.

I don't want a narl.

I hate narls.
I'm still a narl myself.

- You helped Moya give birth.
- I blew out a wall and three tiers.

I concur.

The baby's head is up.
It has to be down.

Don't make any structural
changes. I'll be right back.

Mind if I borrow your knife?

Careful, it's sharp.

- How are we looking?
- Stay here. We're not looking too good.

Scarran experts, what are
our tactical options?

In this position,
very limited.

A distraction and a break.
Some make it, some don't.

We've got to stay. We've got
no choice. Pilot isn't ready.

You heard the man. Batten down
the hatches. We stay and defend.

Uncooperative.
Twisted up.

She's having it.

- I need you. I need you to reload my weapon.
- I'm here, baby.

- If she keeps firing it past my head, I quit!
- Fine!

If she doesn't stay still,
I can't do this.

If I don't fire, we're dead.

Sweetheart, for once
let me cover you.

- Can you do this?
- Yes. Maybe if she stays still.

Shooting makes me
feel better.

Honey.

All right!
But do it quickly.

Come on.

One, two, three.

Jothee, you're back.

We were worried about you.

Biggest threat so far is this
crazy old witch you travel with.

- How're things going?
- We're deep in it.

We're gonna try to make a break
for Moya. You guys got a plan?

Found a nice Scarran
transport vessel.

Should hold
all the Eidelons.

Good luck!

I believe one of our empty troop
vessels is under attack.

Comms went silent after
an initial transmission burst.

We have others.
Ignore it.

How long before your
engineers are ready here?

Moments, Minister.

They're charging!

Fall back! Reinforce
the defense perimeter.

Move back! Move back!

Hey, all right, listen.

- We gotta get you in the fountain.
- What?

- Into the fountain.
- You get in. It's the most exposed position.

It's better for the baby.
It's cleaner, safer.

Hey, do you want this thing
out of you or not?

Hold your positions
and fire!

John, get these!

Come on, hurry up!
Move it!

- Hey, you all right?
- You all right?

Okay.

- We're gonna get you up, in the fountain.
- No.

- Build a barricade.
- Yes, sir.

Learko.

Say hello to the... cleaver
for me.

Tell him...

Tell him
it was an honor to serve.

Up.

Soldier, your wounds
mean nothing!

Attend to your position!

Untie me. Give me a weapon.

I'll only shoot myself.
Honest!

Leave the dead!
Reload.

Careful.

- Captain.
- Yes, sir?

We need as many weapons as
possible to the breach holes.

Sikozu, I have something
for you to do.

- Astro.
- We're...

Just a few scratches.

How long
till first light here?

Another arn at most.

Pilot, where are you?

I am here, Commander.

Yeah, and when
are you gonna be here?

Preparations are almost
complete.

Perhaps in an arn.

Hopefully we'll be there.

- Come on, in you go.
- No!

Come on.

Come on.

Come on, in the fountain.

Listen, we need raslak.
Lots of it.

Come on, in the fountain.
Here we go, here we go.

Okay. I've untangled
the baby.

You gotta get her
in the fountain.

She pushes, you pull.
I'm done.

You're fired!

In the fountain.

You like this?

It's very inventive.

I've never met a spy

more resourceful,
more tenacious.

Scarran comms device.

What did you expect?
How long have you known?

Long enough for you
to service my desires.

Unfortunately, your desires
no longer serve my needs!

They promised
to free my people

from their servitude!

They will not,
and you

have blown something unique.

What are you doing?

Hold still.

All right, Aeryn,
we have to get ready.

Great. I'll cut it out.

No! It's for your clothes
and for the cord.

Oh. Right.

Whoa, whoa, easy, easy.

All right, breathe.
Breathe with me. Inhale.

Exhale. Does anybody have a plan
that doesn't involve the word surrender?

There's absolutely no way we
can withstand another assault.

Agreed. Let's go on
the offensive.

Bring me every weapon
we have.

I'm gonna create
a little diversion.

Exhale.
With me, with me, inhale.

Sir, where's Sikozu?

On her final mission

for the Scarrans.

Get down!
Everyone get down!

Too much fun.
Can we go now?

I think it's time to push.

- I can't!
- You can! You can!

Push!

Here.

- I'm helpless.
- You're not helpless. I'm here. Come on, push!

- Wait. Stark!
- What?

- Come here.
- Do you want me to take your pain?

No. I want you
to marry us.

What?

- Now.
- Aeryn, we can go to Vegas tomorrow.

- No!
- Marry us!

Wait, wait, wait.

What?

Ah. Here.

It was with the crystals.
I kept it moist for you.

- It's my mom's ring.
- That's wonderful!

You didn't think I'd go back
into that cold ocean for nothing!

Quick, quick!

Come on!

Idiot! That's a Shayan
prayer for the dead.

What?

Dobian puberty right.

Okay, okay.
You two love each other?

Yes!

Enough to
be married forever?

Yes!

Then you are.
Congratulations.

Thank you!

He's alive!

Here, stick him in this bag.
We'll carry him.

Father, I don't think we're
gonna be able to get to you.

If we're gonna make it to Moya, it's gonna have
to be further away from the battle.

Can you get past
the Scarran lines?

Yeah, we got a chance. Yes.

Just one more time!

Oh!

Now push!
Push, push, push, push!

Push!

Its head.

Wow!

We have a son.

We have a son!

- We did it.
- I love you.

I love you too.

Hey.

- Could you do me a favor?
- You name it.

Can you get us
out of here?

Done.

Fall back!
Take high positions!

Ambush them in the street.

Fool.

Where are they?

Pilot, we're on the move.

I have to bring Moya's
propulsion

up to maximum to break free
of the seabed.

No one I'd rather have
in charge.

We'll be there.

How's your honeymoon?

Well, the brochure was better.

There's too many boot prints,
and they're fresh.

We're not alone.

Inside!

Get back! Get back!

There's too many! Take cover!
Come on, go, go, go!

I hear Bolivia
is perfect for a honeymoon.

They're pinned down,
War Minister.

Supply the troops
in the buildings with missiles.

We get hit with any more of
those missiles, and we are Spam!

We'll try for that building. Set
up a crossfire so we can move.

Go! Cover fire now!

Go! Move out!

I'm out!

All right, one through twenty.

We are lifting off now!

- You can be at the cliff when Moya arrives.
- Not 'til we clear this path!

Oh, that'll be easy.

- Sounds like you guys could use some help.
- Son!

We thought you were gone.

- How far away are you?
- A lot closer than you think.

Okay, everyone down, down.
Get down!

Again!

You're good to go.

I wish I could pick you up.

But along the way,
I rescued some stragglers.

You gonna be all right?

Yeah. Moya's on the way.
Thanks for the help.

I'm proud of you, son.

It's all genetics, Father.
It's like the Luxan lottery.

Okay, get outta here.

I'll see you weightless.

Y'all be careful out there.
That means you.

Let's move.

We'll wait for a signal.

Now you cry?

I'm fine. Fine.

At least you die.

It's a boy... in case
you were wondering.

We're gonna have to get to the meeting point.

Can you make it?

Hurry up!

D'Argo, hurry up.

Come on.

None of that. Someone has to
be here. May as well be me.

No way. Hey.
We'll fix you up.

- We have to go.
- You'll be fine.

- Come on.
- More Scarrans will be here before Moya is.

I'll stay, you go.

No!

Yes. This won't heal.
It won't fix. It won't...

I'll take your pain.

No. Pain is good.
Means I'm still alive.

Then let me help you
to the other side.

This is the other side.
I was hoping to go back.

Come on, Rygel.

Hey, hey.
Come on, let's go.

- No.
- Let's go!

Give me some pulse rifles.
Give me some pulse rifles!

Okay.

It's gonna get uglier soon.
You better get going.

You're the closest friend
I have.

You could've done better.

Nowhere in the universe.

You got a lot of life
to lead, John.

Two big things.

Do me a favor?

Name it.

I'll look after her.

I'll take care nothing's
gonna happen to her.

Go away.
I wanna speak to Chiana.

I'm gonna miss you.

Stop it. No laughing.
Don't make him laugh.

Hey.

Please don't die.

- We all die.
- No.

- I love you.
- No, no...

Take this.

- Take this, take this.
- I don't want it.

Take it!

John.
Take it.

- Don't leave me.
- I'll find you.

- I love you.
- I'll find you.

The first Scarran you see,
you tell him who his daddy is.

Tell him, D'Argo!

I'm almost to the surface.

Moya senses there are still many
Scarran attack ships out there.

Get ready to jump.

What?

It's safer to fall into the web than risk being
scooped up by it.

- Give me the baby.
- No.

I'll be hovering.
I won't fall.

He's safer with me.

I'm your daddy!

Let's do it.

Good luck.

We'll need it.

On my count.

One, two, three... jump!

- Pilot, have we heard from Jothee yet?
- Safe.

As is the ship they commandeered
to rescue the other Eidelons.

How soon can we rendezvous?
We have to get Muoma into play.

We can't, Commander. We're on opposite
sides of the battle zone.

I'm doing all I can to keep us
from being destroyed as it is.

I don't care what you say.
He's got my nose.

The frellings
killed my D'Argo.

He wanted you to survive.
You have to keep your wits.

Come on.

Even if these three Eidelons on board
are enough,

- I propose...
- Not now!

Pilot, have we heard from Staleek
or the grand chancellorette?

No, Commander.

How the hell
did this get here?

The DRD's built it
to your specifications.

What changed your mind?

Not what.

Who.

It's operational?

As far as I can tell.

This will make
a wormhole weapon, yes?

I thought this
is what you wanted.

At the time. Not now.
Not ever really.

Pilot, can we run?

We're too damaged to starburst.

And the Peacekeepers
and Scarrans seem as intent

on annihilating us
as they are each other.

Jothee, can you hear me?

Pretty tight over here.
I can't make it to you.

Cut loose. Get clear.
You understand me?

Copy. Everybody safe?

It's a little crazy around
here for roll call now.

Just get as far away as you can.
We'll catch up.

Hey, come here.
Kill the frellings.

And kill them others too.

If you can
kill them slowly, do it.

Back off.

Keep away!

D'Argo's dead. Do you think
I frelling care what I do to you?

Yes.

D'Argo is dead?

Yes, Pilot. Saving us.

Is there another way?

I don't see one.

Do you?

It's worse than you think.

Is it worse than D'Argo
being blown to pieces?

Is it worse
than our son dying?

Is it worse
than living with this?

Come here.

Closer.

You wanna see it?

The thing you've been chasing my
ass all over the universe for?

Torturing me, my wife,

my friends for?

Formidable weapon.
You wanna see it?

Yes.

- Beg.
- I beg you.

That's not good enough.
Say please.

Please.

- Pretty please.

- With cherry on top.
- With cherry on top.

Happy birthday.
Now get outta my sight.

Behold, the wormhole weapon.

That?

Yeah.

Ain't it beautiful?

Is this some kind
of joke?

Cosmic.
Keep watching.

Blink and
you'll miss it.

There.
Isn't that sweet?

Baby's gonna grow.

Pilot, are my comms open?
It's time for a birth announcement.

Comms are open, Commander.

Attention, ladies and gentlemen,
and all ships at sea.

If you look out your
front window,

you will see,
by special request,

your very own
wormhole weapon.

Crichton, what's happening?

The end of all this crap.

Hey, Emperor Sleestak,
you big upright iguana.

What does it look like
from the Death Star?

Sir, do you wish
to respond?

Yes. Increase fire power.

Increased rate of fire.

And begin reverse thrust.
Pull us out of here.

Reverse thrust,
one quarter.

Can I get a huzzah from
the grand Peacekeeper bitch?

Wormhole at 12:00, Lucy.

Ignore that hail.

Continue all guns
against the Decimator.

That object is beginning to exert
a gravitational pull on us.

Steady retreat
while continuing to fire.

Unbelievable.
Nobody has anything to say.

How big is that thing
gonna get?

Big.

Okay, boys and girls,
here are the rules.

Find a penny, pick it up.
Double it.

You've got two pennies.
Double it again. Four.

Double it 27 times,
and you've got a million dollars

and the IRS all over
your ass.

Round and round
and round it goes.

Where it stops, nobody knows.

But it all adds up... quick.

What do you mean
we cannot reverse thrust?

Because it's just
not working.

We're trapped here, ma'am.

Pilot, how you doin'?

Acceptable, Commander.

Though Moya and I
are beginning to question

whether it makes any difference.

We have tried to retreat

from the wormhole,
but are unable to escape.

I know.

Our destinies are no longer
in our own hands.

Give me my world.

Cease fire!

Ma'am, your orders?

Hold all salvos.
Silence the guns.

What have you done,
Crichton?

What did you ask me to do,
Sparky?

"Crichton, please make the wormhole so we
can all have peace.

"Crichton, you gotta make the wormhole.
We all want peace!

"Crichton, make the damn wormhole.
We gotta have peace!"

How many times
did you say that, Sparky?

Wormhole. Peace.
Peace. Wormhole.

How many times, mister, I beg you,
"Please with a cherry on top"?

I'm sorry.
I tried to explain it.

I tried to tell them all.

You do what
you have to do.

Kiss me.

Here's how it lays out.

Are you listening, Staleek?

I am listening.

Yes.

Wormhole weapons

do not make peace.

Wormhole weapons
don't even make war.

They make total destruction.

Annihilation.

Armageddon.

People make peace.

Can you stop it?

I don't know.

Maybe.
It eats the whole galaxy.

Monumental black hole.

Giant, swirling headstone
marking the spot

where we all used
to live and play

and slaughter the innocent.

This is insane.

God!

Four years on
and you're finally getting that.

You will not go through
with this.

- I already have!
- I agree.

You are weak.

You will not sacrifice
the woman and your offspring.

Our son will be raised
in peace.

Amen.

You hear that, you bastards?
All or nothing.

Wormhole doubles two more times,
Moya goes first.

Twenty seconds later,
you join us.

Either way, this war is over.

Peace.

For the sake
of our children,

I will agree
to a settlement.

May the spirit of peace
descend on Staleek.

Save some for me.
I don't know.

If it is the largest
black hole,

then it's a death
worthy of a Dominar.

Peace.
Agreed.

The Eidelons participate?

A real peace?

Agreed.

Stop this thing.

Somebody help me!

Somebody help me!

Somebody help me!

Wake up!

Wake up.

No!

Whenever we cross paths,

I leave the encounter
transformed.

And no more so
than on this occasion.

Thanks to you, I have found
my own internal peace.

Remember me, John.

Till we meet again.

Did he suffer?

Are you kidding?

They suffered.

Are you going to Hyneria?

He wanted you to have this.

I had toyed with
Slim Pickens on the bomb.

But this feels far more
appropriate to the moment.

Don't you think?

Now that Einstein has removed
all wormhole weapon knowledge,

my purpose is fulfilled.

We've done everything
we can together, John.

Somehow

you'll have to make all your
future decisions on your own.

My eradication program

has begun to remove
all vestiges of me.

Soon... I'll be nothing
but a pleasant remembrance...

of the good old days.

Good-bye, John.

Thanks for your memories.

You did it, John.

There's no more dying.

You know, it's strange.

It almost took me losing
this little one

to fully understand
motherhood.

And I love it.

And all of a sudden

three is not such
a scary number.

Here we go.

But no matter
how wonderful this is,

I will not accept it
as a trade-off for losing you.

What are you doing here?

Did I scare you?

'Cause you scared me.

Crichton's don't cry...

often...

or for very long.

Where's your mother?

That's it,
open your eyes.

You see all these stars?

They're yours.

Except that one.

That one's yours.

Hi. Let's do this.

There you go.

Come here, buddy.
Yep.

Your father and I

want you to have the name
that means courage

and strength.

So we have chosen

Little D, we don't know what
life has in store for you,

but whatever it is,
you'll figure something out.

But you will never
walk alone.

And God willing,
you'll never know war.

Instead...

Come here.

Your mother was right.

Your mother is always right.

Get used to that.

You ready?

This is your playground.

Subtitled By JR Media Services, Inc.
Burbank - CA