All language subtitles for Farscape - S03E04 - Self Inflicted Wounds - Part 2 - Wait for the Wheel.sd-en

Previously on farscape:

Pilot: I am as concerned about
zhaan's welfare as you, commander.

I simply thought you'd like to
see this before it went away.

Crichton: Wormhole.
Prepare to launch my module.

There's a ship approaching.

What the hell?

Ruptures everywhere!

Moya is frelled!

Alien penetration of our vessel!

I am pathfinder neeyala.

This region of space...

I cannot function under
the bombardments.

We have ricocheted into
the distorted region

that divides a wormhole from
normal space time.

How do we get the ships apart?

Is your phaztillon generator
the key?

Yes.

Rygel, what did you do?!

You opened it!

What's your name?

Joolushka tunai fenta hovalis.

How long have I been
in this chamber?

22 cycles.

( Piercing scream )

I need empirical information
about our position in the wormhole.

Would you help?

Wormhole.

Normal space.

What are we doing here?

It's only collecting images.

I think wormholes blind him.

The creature you have seen
exists exclusively inside wormholes.

Crichton: It's amazing the number of
species picked up by neeyala's gizmo.

It's possible to separate both
ships, but only one will survive.

We have to pick which one.

I do not enjoy sending
you to your death.

These creatures, I will
distract them.

They must not know
your true mission.

Frell!

We will abandon moya.

Pilot, I wish you
were going with us.

( Hissing )

(Gasps )

( Hissing )

(Grunts)

And now on farscape...

( Hissing )

Winona, don't fail me now.

( Pants )

(Grunting)

Crap.

I'm telling you, aeryn,
it was from earth.

A television transmission.

What, you mean, like that
Yoda from dagobah?

No, no, no, no. Three stooges.

(Whoob whoob whoob whoob )

Well, whatever was in there,
it's not any use to us now.

Do you know what this means?
—no, I don't.

It means that some part of this
wormhole is 10, 20, 30, 40 light years

at most away from earth.

It's doable. I could get home.

Amidst our misfortune,
I'm pleased for you, John.

Yes. I know.

Selfish.

(Rumbling)

( Clears throat )

Forget it.

Where is neeyala's injured
crew member?

What are you talking about?

Well, this is their blood.

No, serpent blood.

No, no, this is neeyala's
species blood, John.

Zhaan, there was no one here.

What about that crew member
who died?

Lost a limb during starburst.

Could the serpent
have done that?

Well possibly, but why
would they lie?

Yo, both of you.

Even if Mr. Wiggles did chew on
that guy, there was no one here.

Their phaztillon generator.
What does it do?

It alters the phase
physicality of an object.

Conceivably.

We wouldn't be able to see it.

Invisible.

I grow weak, neeyala.

They must continue to believe that their
leviathan deteriorates faster than it is.

Even the remotest hope will
cause them to rally to her.

(Rapid vibrating sounds)

Shut down their thermal
condensers.

Losing ability to regulate temperature
should convince them to abandon ship.

(Computer bleeping )

I will do what needs to be done,

including destroying them,
if I must.

My name is John crichton...
I'm lost... an astronaut.

I got 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 will never know
the wonders I've seen.

(Steam rising)

There's no way to tell if
this is sabotage.

Rygel: Doesn't
matter anymore if it is.

Moya's frelled and our only
option is to go on neeyala's ship.

And what if they are
screwing us?

(Rumbling)

Especially if they've
screwed us.

Means they have the upper claw.

Nah, I'm with d'argo on this.

Ooh.

I think we need to know
the truth.

I do not trust crichton's
judgment.

Agreed. He claims to have
seen earth again,

and I'm sure he's still
talking to scorpius.

D'argo: Mmm.

We all know where rygel's
loyalties lie.

Sadly, chiana's, too.

(Rumbling)

All right.

Then whether they agree or not,
we must stick to plan.

First thing we do, everybody
acts normal.

Don't tip them off.
Surprise maybe our only ally.

If neeyala's people aren't
sabotaging moya, we'll go with them.

If they are, we defeat them.

I'll repair some of the
nexus points...

Stark: So they're isolated
from moya's main systems.

- That way if they fry again...
- We'll know it's them.

Do you actually believe they're using their
generator to turn themselves invisible?

It would explain the sequence
of decompressions.

It's geographically consistent
with someone running...

From place to place.

Which leads us to the
blood in pilot's den.

The cavern beneath
must be searched.

Can we rely on you, rygel?

( Groans )

Can we rely on rygel?

All right, but not for you.

He has been on moya the longest.

For moya.

Keep comms on restricted
frequency.

Switch comms to deka.

Neeyala?

Neeyala.

Neeyala is mine.

First thing I want...

( Choking ): To get from them...

Is a head count.

What is this?

She sheds.

( Muffled protests )

(Hydraulic hatch opening)

( Sighs )

What are you doing?
—what are you doing?

Well, now that we've both asked.

I made 17 loops through the wormhole,
fried the organic bits on my module.

If we stick with moya,
she makes less than one.

And I'm just looking for...

Anything.

Now, what the hell
are you doing?

Formulating ideas.

Formulating ideas?
Well here's an idea.

Since we know nothing about this
craft, how 'bout you stop pushing buttons?

(Ship humming)

All right, two for two. You're not
still feeling a little suicidal are you?

Not in the least.

Ah, this looks interesting.

( Screeching sounds )

Now, what do you
suppose it does?

So far, scare the crap
out of me.

This ship feels somehow
familiar to me.

Yeah, you know we have a crisis
going on out there?

I said I was formulating ideas.

I heard you.

(Bleeping and humming)

Being on moya...

A fugitive...

It's changed me.

Well, if you're not feeling suicidal,
now's a bad time for a midlife crisis.

Chiana's a young woman.

She needs attention.

D'argo, you were focused
on your son.

It's completely understandable.

Still, I neglected her.

Do you know what troubles
me the most?

I did my best.

I did the best I could and
it wasn't enough.

I still lost them both.

My grandmother used to say
that life is a great wheel.

Sometimes it grinds you down
in the mud and other times,

it lifts you up into the light.

Are we strapped to this wheel?

That's a given.

Point is, is that most times,
you get a second chance.

Just gotta wait for the wheel.

Rygel: Aeryn, I'm nine
tiers below pilot's den.

I've, uh, found the alien girl.

Well, half of her.

Looks like a serpent's
bite to me.

All right. Well open the gills on her head
and carefully remove some of the needles.

Huh?

What in hezmana for?

I like to know my enemy.

Zhaan?

Zhaan!

(Grunting)

That woman was invisible when
she was killed in pilot's den.

Their betrayal must be punished.

Not like this, zhaan.

It won't help moya.

(Rumbling)

I must control myself.

It was a bad trade, zhaan.

Your health for mine.

Don't undervalue yourself.

I'm just a solider.

( Sighs )

Don't underestimate yourself.

I'm being realistic.

Don't be afraid to
understand yourself.

We're not as different
as you assume.

Violent past, no faith
in the future.

And then a transformative
experience aboard this very ship.

My time grows short.

And yours stretches before you.

Use it wisely.

Jool ( Laughing ):
A living ship.

I've never heard of
such a beast.

Which obviously means
it can't exist.

Oh, you've so figured me out.

Not trying to.

Be quiet please.
The gag remains an option.

Is it true what the animal said?

That you're all prisoners?

At some time or other, yes.

( Chuckles ): Great.

Just great.

I take a multi-civilization
tour for my birthday

and barely make it through
the first stop.

I lose my deposit.

My cousins get murdered.

I've been frozen for 22 cycles.

I've been captured by
degenerate aliens.

Attacked by a huge serpent's...

Dead!

All of us, dead!

My love dead.

My dreams dead.

You dead.

Me dead.

You dead, me dead, you dead,
me dead,

you dead, me dead.

Your list is short, and unworthy
of entree to this ship of horror.

Tortured by demons you
could never know,

mocked by love that
will never be.

( Grunts ) ( Screams )

Oh, you want to cry,
young creature?

I will show you something that
will make you cry forever.

(Gasping and screams )

( Screaming continues )

( Crying )

(Static sounds)

( Panting ) (Whimpering )

It's me.

( Panting ):
Uh, tier five, hamman level.

A circuit blew but I
had it off-line.

Someone was here. Invisible.

Get ready.

The privilege of working with
technology is guaranteed by our families.

Should we fail to return this
ship, they will all be executed.

Why didn't you just lie and tell us
both ships could survive separation?

We would have happily remained
here and perished with moya.

I did not wish to see you die.

But I incorrectly assumed
that given the choice,

you would take the
rational option.

So, just to be sure, you
helped things along?

You cripple a living ship and we
jump at the chance to escape with you.

I trusted you.

Your feelings for moya and pilot
are matched by those for our families.

Allow personal passions to
cancel each other out. What's left?

Wormhole technology.

Yes. Garnered at great cost,

with potential beyond measure.

Would you compare that with
the lives of a ship and pilot

which I assure you are
doomed anyway?

Moya lives, neeyala.

You misjudge her will, and ours.

Will...

Is a poor substitute for beersian alloy
when crushed by astronomical tidal forces.

That's still no excuse for
sabotaging moya.

Stop kreetago.

He carries no
communications device.

That would give him away.

He will continue his mission
until your ship is incapacitated.

Aeryn: Then we shall
find a way to stop him.

( Footsteps )

D'argo: Drds.

Find this frelling bastard.

Very krell, d'argo.

How did you think of it?

Watch for disruption
in the beams.

D'argo: His needles!

(Chiana screaming)

Chiana: My leg!

D'argo, I'm hit!

Tourniquet.
It'll stop the poison.

With what?

(Grunting)

( Screaming )

He's out here somewhere.

Where?

Don't look. Listen.

( Screaming )

D'argo: Zhaan, chiana's got
one of their needles in her leg.

Rygel, do you still have the
spikes from the alien corpse?

Yes. Why?

Meet me in my lab now.

If this young girl dies,
I will come back for you,

and I will most certainly lose
any chance I have left

of meeting my goddess.

( Shrill electronic
tone pulses )

Explain.

The generator has reached
optimization phase.

And what does that mean?

Once activated, the power cell
will engorge a final time.

And when it releases, we'll find out
if our ships are destined to separate.

Aeryn, you wanna hold off?

Neeyala: Impossible.

Even now, the reactor shuts
down permanently. Listen!

(Shrill tone persists)

My crew is dead.

This is our one chance to avoid
the certainty ofjoining them.

Go ahead.

Neeyala: Be aware, should
our vessels disengage,

the built-in timing favors
yours being the one destroyed.

How long do we have?

Hard to discern with the damage.

Maybe an am, not more.

Ridiculous.

We tried starburst.

Everybody heaved.

D'argo: Neeyala has fixed
it so that when we separate

she enters the wormhole
while moya is ejected

through the wall and
into normal space.

From hetch impossible to a dead
stop. It's sub—atomic dispersal.

All perfect reasons to be on her
ship, strapping in for the ride.

Starburst could rotate moya so
it's us who'll go into the wormhole.

Where she'll get ripped apart
from the stress.

I've flown there, remember?

We voted, rygel.
—I didn't get to vote.

I was your proxy.

Pilot's in a coma, moya is half
decompressed, nothing works.

Fine! I'll kill half an Arn.

I want you to reconnect pilot
to moya's external senses.

The neural cluster?! D'argo,
we shredded those synapses.

D'argo:
It'll take all three of us.

Splice and hook, nothing permanent.
I want to give pilot a chance.

He's unconscious.

Well do your part.

He'll be awake.

What if we're not done
when the time comes?

Then we race to the other ship.

We've gotta seal all the
chambers on the outer rim.

Starburst is going to spin
us like a top.

One decompression,
and we're vapor.

Once secure, I'll overload pilot
with moya's adrenal secretions.

I really blew this one, aeryn.

Not done yet.

(Jool screaming)

It didn't disappear. That's new.

'Cause the generator's
fully-on, right? —correct.

We now share the serpent's phase
existence and will until separation.

It just keeps getting better.

Crichton: One-adam—twelve, guys.

The critter's part of our reality
now. Be careful out there.

I'll try and chase it
to the outer rim.

You do anything to upset the
balance that I have set into place...

Zip it, tea lady!

You had your shot.
We're taking ours.

You can't leave us
tied up like this.

What if that thing comes back?

Mmm, these are very similar to
the quellian tibor's mating spikes.

Pliable root, tensile fiber
stalk, metalline venom tip.

Will she be all right?

Well, I believe so.

But not if rygel hadn't secured
these other needles for antibody serum.

I heard the plan.
I'm ready to go.

Uh, uh, uh!

The more your blood pumps, the more
chance you'll make a liar out of me, child.

Oh!

Ever my protector.

It's not you who
needs protecting.

It's the rest of the
universe I fear for.

When I was first incarcerated
on this ship, wild and murderous,

I could not conceive how
I would survive.

I heard a rumor that a luxan
warrior was a fellow prisoner.

I actually prayed that the brute would
succumb to hyper-rage and kill me.

How ironic is that?

There is a planet out there
that will heal you.

The intent is noble.

The result is in the hands
of the gentle goddess.

Too bad about pilot.
I liked him.

He liked you, too.

Hmm?

How do you know?

He told me.

He did?

Mmm.

Comms.

What are you doing?

Deputizing you, debutante.

See those lights?
They're cycling faster.

- Hear that noise?
- Ow!

The pitch is rising. At some
point, we're out of time.

I want you to make
a judgment call.

When you think it's going to
blow, you get us back here.

What? I mean,
I don't know how...

Look, Princess,
I know that this...

Trip to kruegerland was not
on you're itinerary,

but believe it or not,
I know exactly how you feel.

Don't presume to know
anything about me.

You hold this... steady.

Be more afraid of what
you're aiming at.

I've never done anything like
this before. —none of us have.

You killed my cousin!

Not on purpose!

He was a corpsicle and
your other cousin...

He didn't last half a
minute defrosted.

Then why did I survive?

I don't know.

You're not sick.

Maybe they shanghaied you
for body parts.

You're the freebie.

Everything I have seen
so far is despicable!

Welcome to the federation
starship s.S. Buttcrack!

( Gasping for breath )

Decompression tier three!

Zhaan: It's rolling!

Internal airtights
are giving way.

Zhaan, do not enter pilot's
access corridor!

( Clattering )

Vent tier three and four air
bladders. Back pressure the hatches.

Crichton: I'm three,
big man. You go four.

Zhaan: We're going to
be cut off. Do something!

No, blocked. Outer hull
rupture. Long way.

Chiana's okay.

So I heard.

( Relieved sigh )

Serpent!

( Screaming )

It's a good call, rygel
on the Gill darts.

Anybody ever tell you how good
you are around here?

Matter of fact, just recently.

Whoa!

Go on, keep moving.
I got a plan.

Don't tell me you have a plan.

- What's wrong with them?
- They never work.

Damn these doors!

- They always work.
- Not the way you detail them.

Hey, look, I get results.
You're hung up on details.

Your plans never work.

This way.

- How did this ship get open?
- Aeryn, get in here.

But we don't know anything
about it. —aeryn, just get in here.

Aeryn: This is wrong.

D'argo rubbed the damn thing.
Now get in.

(Mechanical beeping )

(Loud buzzing)

Crichton, you idiot!

Aeryn, d'argo found a force
field here somewhere.

Just gotta find the button.

"Idiot?" ha!

World class plan.

Zhaan: Why hasn't anyone
vented tier four's air bladders?

Zhaan, uh, sorry, we ran into
a little problem here.

The passageways beyond
have opened to space.

There's no way I can
get to pilot.

Your excuses have failed
him again, John.

That's it! All the outer chambers
are sealed. How'd you go, heavy d?

The air bladders are completely vented,
but we don't have enough back pressure

to reverse the damage done
in pilot's quarters.

If pilot's dead...

Yes. We're out of here.

Aeryn, it's all you now.

Link number four...

Open to space.

Only one more to go.

Jool, how's the timing?

I'm not sure.

Do better.

Faster... maybe.

Approximately one
third increase.

Geometrically building.

The alien says I'm right.

Aeryn:
Third level in is compromised.

Like the last two.

I beseech your wisdom.

Hatale. I entreat your spirit.

Hatala. I petition your mercy.

The gentle are stricken.
The kind are helpless.

The silent uncounted.

I'm approaching pilot's den.

Even as a tenth level pa'u,

I am weary, and without
resources.

Oh, goddess of all things holy,
hear my soul.

This gentle ship is pledged to
my care, and I am powerless.

Though I am but a mote
upon your winds,

Grant me one supplication.

Ask anything in return.

Just spare them their lives.

The sea! Has held. The air is
thin, but it is breathable.

Yes!

( Soft exclamation )

Yatsa!

Thank you.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Aeryn: We're gonna try this.

I'm gonna need moya's adrenal
secretions pumping on my command.

Just tell me when.

So, we're agreed?

One shot.

- Go!
- Go!

-Go! Go.

- Go!
- Go!

You shouldn't be up.

These hands can wire... wire a
whole lot of neural cluster.

( Grunt) Get me there.

Time?

Fractionally faster.

John?

Yeah?

Why is this ship so important?

Still worried about your
parents after 22 cycles?

Yes.

That's how we feel about moya.

She raised us.

Bravo, bravo.

Magnificent.

Encore! Encore, John.

John crichton was riveting in
the role of cheerleader,

rallying his comrades in the aid of the
stricken ship he had earlier betrayed.

That's my dad's tux.
Take it off.

This is not mine. This is not my tux. —you can
choose the venue, John, but I'm going to make sure

yeah!

Macon. Georgia.

Macon, Georgia, on the way to lauderdale.
—college spring break... hitchiking...

This is the truck stop. —to see
the strippers in Fort Lauderdale.

Hey, yo, yo, no!
You do not enter my reality.

You do not talk to me
in my reality.

If I want you, I'll call.
Those are the rules.

Unacceptable.

And I suggest you sue
for peace now.

Your distractions are many,

while I'm totally dedicated to
getting a measure of freedom.

No more dumpsters, John.

Tabled. What do you want?

You might fool them with
your rah-rah,

but I know the disappointment of
letting neeyala's ship be destroyed.

Yeah, well, you can't have
everything you want.

I'll figure out wormholes
by myself.

Green Chevy. I had one of those.

It's not too late to change
the outcome.

Oh, you know everything
about me.

Do you wanna make a point?

Excellent, excellent, yes.

And with familiarity, we might develop
a shorthand which will benefit us both.

Try this.

You would do... well, anything
to save your ship. Anything.

Make a point.

Why assume less of neeyala?

Jool?! Jool!

(Groaning)

Adrenal secretions fully
opened, aeryn.

Goddess speed.

(Grunting)

Pilot!

Come on, pilot, feel that nice,
warm adrenaline flow everywhere!

(Moaning)

(Sluggishly ): Officer sun?

Hello.

Hello.

No. No...

Wake up!

Neeyala.

Let's work together on this.

We'll all survive.
We'll get you home.

Family executed. Me to follow.

Knowledge lost.

No, thanks.

We both defend that
which we love.

You shouldn't've lied.

You should not have been
in our path.

And I should have listened to kreetago
and destroyed you when I had the chance.

I have failed my crew,
and my ship.

Now I will make it up to them.

Don't make me shoot you.

I encharged hydrostatic vapor
residue in atmospheric suspension.

One spark and we're nuclear?

Meager as it is, you do know more
than any species we're aware of.

We can find a way.

If my ship survives, even without me, a
beacon will attract our flight command.

If, by some unfathomable
circumstance your vessel survives...

We share a joined hull.

I have just infused our beacon
into the leviathan's superstructure.

We're going to have...

Another set of bad guys...

Chasing us across the universe?

Unfortunately commander,
not you.

I don't think so.

( Hissing )

( Hissing )

Hey neeyala! You think this is
gonna get you what you want?

What I want, you cannot give.

(Yelling )

Crichton: Jool, you nitwit!

( Screeching )

I have never before released
my bristles to kill.

Your forgiveness.

( Screeching continues )

Melted tips?

( Screeching continues )

Hey, what's the matter?

You can't hear me?

( Sizzling )

That's a hell of a scream.

Thanks. Come on.

- We're almost out of time.
- Crichton, it's aeryn.

Pilot's just doing the
calculations now. It won't be long.

We're out of time, aeryn!

Just a little bit more?

We are out of time!

Which ones? Which ones?

Stop yelling at me!

The yelling starts in about
two seconds! Which ones?

These. I'm pretty sure.

You're sure? Be sure!

I'm hurt! She hit me
in the head!

What? Did you see the order?

This, this, this, this, this.

Yes. —what the hell is that?

Diagnostical helix.

The mathematical representation
of quantum elasticity.

Right, right, right,
that's good.

Enough! Enough! Thank you!
—order of nature. Hello!

Over there. (Indignant yell)

Guys, I got zhaan here with me.
Where are you?

On my way.

We're not quitting.

D'argo? Stark?

We're never going to make it, John.
We voted to stay together, no matter what.

Even rygel?

Pilot likes me.

You know, I would care to say
that anything that gets me

out of here alive is what
we should be doing.

You are an ungrateful and
selfish woman.

Please remain silent
from now on.

Zhaan, none of this is going to
matter if pilot doesn't...

I am ready.

Pilot, hey!

Man, it's good to see ya.
How you doin'?

No, no, answer that later.
We got a serious situation here.

What... what do we gotta do?

Impulse data from each test of their generator
was stored in moya's neural circuitry,

allowing me to construct
a statistical model...

Yeah, yeah, yeah, whatever.
I trust you to do the math.

Just tell me what we gotta do.

I must initiate starburst approximately seven
microts after the generator is unleashed.

Oh dear chanu, please don't
let me die this way. Please.

Who is that creature?

That's ballast. Ignore it.

How exact do we have to be?

- Not as close as you think.
- Aeryn.

Ah, once we start spinning,
moya's weight gives us an advantage

with the gravitational pull
of the wormhole.

Then neeyala's vessel will be
the one ejected directly into space.

Pilot, you want to try a little manual
point and shootjust in case you fade?

Yes, commander.
—crichton, no. —feel lucky?

No, no, no, no, no. I've never flown
a wormhole. I think it should be you...

Aeryn, it's easy. The exits are clearly
marked and you're better with moya.

No, John.

Zhaan...

- I've got this.
- What's going on?

Well just a guess, but somebody's
got to actually trigger the generator.

Get back.

Both of you get back.

No! Aeryn, aeryn, do you
see this disco?

I put it here, I'm gonna
take it away.

Crichton, aeryn, enough.

You are both so good at
gauging reality.

Yet, in this instance...

Zhaan, there's a planet
out there.

A long shot at best, John.

The illness that is ravaging
my body is frighteningly efficient.

No!

So while I'm still sound
of mind and spirit,

I choose this path for myself.

Zhaan, you're needed here.

At one time, I believe I was.

But then a family was born.

You birthed it.

We love you, zhaan.

Oh! Decompression,
decompression.

Where to go, where to go,
where to go?

Zhaan, it'll be easy.

I'll start the generator.
I'll come across.

If it is so easy, allow me.

Zhaan, no.

No, no.

No more.

If I am so needed, and
so valued and so wise,

then you will honor my words.

You will obey me.

(Agonized panting)

For the longest time,
I feared physical demise,

because my spiritual essence
was suspect.

But now, I know I'm worthy.

Now I know the transgressions
have melted from my soul.

Now I know I shall meet my goddess
and be accepted to her bosom.

Sensitive d'argo...

Exuberant chiana...

Wise rygel...

Selfless aeryn...

Innocent crichton.

My children.

My teachers. My loves.

There is no guilt.

There is no blame,

only what is meant to be.

Grow through your mistakes.

And know that if patient,
redemption will find you.

Wait for the wheel.

Thank you, John crichton.

( Moans very softly )

- No.
- No.

(Agonized wailing)

Zhaan: Stark...

Stark...

Link with me, my beautiful.

Guide me to the place of rest.

Meld into my spirit, stark,

so that I may share my last
moments with the man I love.

Goodbye, you big, beautiful,
blue bitch.

No!

(All wailing)

( Explosion )

Zhaan: Always together.

Joined as one.

Peace of mind, peace of spirit,
peace of soul.

Goodbye, my love.

(Rumbling)

Crichton: Manual. Aeryn,
you gotta fly this baby.

( Screaming )

(Grunting)

(Grunting)

I appreciate your
concern, rygel.

It's just that you've never paid
this much attention to me before.

( Chuckling )

I think maybe you
haven't noticed.

I like you, pilot.

I like you a lot.

And I know zhaan did, too.

Shame you didn't get to
say goodbye.

When I was unconscious,
in pain, she came to me.

Inside my mind.

I... already miss her.

Ow! Oh... wait for me.

Not that way on moya.

You want to move faster,
get better shoes.

Or maybe get in better shape.

Do you know how much these
shoes cost, young whore?

For me? Three sex acts.

Probably double that for you.

(Grunting)

You have some nerve to
talk to me that way.

One of my very... very best
friends has just gone.

Right now, I am nothing
but nerve.

You want someone to like you?

Invest in a mirror.

Honestly, aeryn, you don't
have to hover over me.

To be honest in return, stark, I'd
expect you to be a bit more upset.

Well, after fifteen thousand deaths,
what's fifteen thousand and one?

The woman you loved.

Those I minister to in their final moments
are usually resistant to the process.

Not zhaan.

Imagine being so at peace, so
certain what was next was better.

She does not want us upset.

She wants us to carry on
in her spirit.

Positive and hopeful.

And you can do that?

Not always.

I would appreciate you
hovering, then.

( Laughter)

Moe: You're in a court not in
Clancy's pool room. Sit down.

Curly:
I'm a victim of circumstance.

Who you hitting?

Ow.

Nyuk-nyuk-nyuk-nyuk... ooh!

Why is it always the gentle ones that
pay the price for everyone else's ambition?

Hmm?

( Glass shattering )