All language subtitles for Farscape - S03E05 - ...Different Destinations.sd-en

Crichton: Check this
out. This memorial rocks.

They designed these goggles so you can look
back into the past at the old monastery.

Come on. Check it out.

D'argo: John, what are you
talking about? There is nothing here.

You have to put the goggles on.
Come on. Take a look.

Put the goggles on.
Do you want me to look?

Yes, through the goggles.

(Whispers ): Oh, my.

Crichton: Pretty cool, huh?

Incredible.

This sucker is a tear in time.

It links to the past.

It looks back to the actual
moment when the event occurred.

Now, check it out. This is the nurses
surrendering to the venek horde.

Can they see us?

I hope not.

Keep watching. You'll see the
final attack on the monastery.

This thing flicks back and forth
between the attack and the truce.

Aeryn: This recording device is accurate.
I learned about this jocacean memorial.

Well, need I say more? If you learned about it
at military school it's certain to be farca.

Five hundred cycles ago, 30 peacekeepers
lost their lives defending this monastery

and subofficer dacon is one
of our greatest heroes.

Propaganda for morons.
—I don't believe...

Ah, ladies.
Some decorum, please.

This is a peace memorial.

Let's not kill one another.

- You're wrong, you know.
- Bullfrell.

- You're wrong.
- Bullfrell.

You're wrong. If you'd only...
Subofficer dacon stood right up there.

The device says right up there.

Guts pouring out everywhere,
bleeding,

and yet he still managed to initiate
the peace process to save the nurses.

Bullfrelll peacekeepers have always been a manifest
military contagion that has raped and pillaged.

They never died for any nurses.

That's just a silly little story to
help naive children sleep at night.

Do you know what would help
me sleep better at night?

Do you want to hear?
—stop it, girls, stop that.

I'm going to get this thing
and stuff it so far...

D'argo: Stop it, okay? Stop.

Good.

Rygel. Can we get out
of here yet?

Chiana: D'argo, it's chi.

No, no, no.
We, we can't leave yet.

Pilot still needs another am
to fix condensers.

I'll let you know
when he's done.

( Rattling ) Rygel: Oh!

What are you doing in
zhaan's quarters?

You know why I'm here.

Same reason as you.

And why am I here?

( Giggling ):
To steal whatever's left.

Yeah, that's right.

Well, we're sensible,
you and me.

Leaving this to rot won't
bring zhaan back.

No.

You can have whatever you find.

I don't want it.

No.

Neither do I.

( Rock crashes )

Stark, let me show you
something.

Zhaan bought these.
Bought them for me.

I know. And you look great. You look
like astro boy. Come on. Let me show you.

But her voice is gone.

It's gone now.

Come with me.

Come on.

With these, you can see 500
cycles into the past, as it's happening,

back to the moment when the
nurses here were saved.

Ah, I don't want to, no, no.

No, it's okay.

It's a moment of peace.

It's the very thing zhaan
treasured most.

Can you see it?

I can see...

I can see so much.

So much death!

(Moaning)

( Stark screams ) D'argo:
Get that mask off of him.

What are you doing to him?
—stark?

( Screaming )

Crichton: I can't see.

I can't see.

Stark, are you all right?

Stark?

He's breathing.

What happened?

Oh...

Where the frell are we?

The old monastery.

But how can that be?
We're not wearing the goggles.

This is outstanding.

This is the finest simulation
I've ever seen.

It's so real. It's so...

Incoming.

Get down!

Get down.

(Yells )

Crichton: D'argo, jool's hit.

Jool!

( Screams )

Jool!

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.

Right, move now! Come on, in!

- Don't touch me! My arm! —if you don't move, you'll die.
- Move it! Move it!

Jool: Oh, I thought we
were in a peace memorial.

I got shot at a peace memorial.

Shut up.

What are you doing? ( Screams )

Stop screaming.

Nice hit.

All right, no weapons. Let's
figure out what's going on here.

Aeryn: I know exactly what's
going on. Someone is trying to kill us.

You know, aeryn, I think stark's mask might
have pulled us sometime into the past.

I kind of figured that one out.

John's right. If we change
anything here, change the past,

the future might not happen
as it's meant to.

Then we won't get back.
—so, we don't get back.

- But I'm not dying just so that things don't change.
- Don't move.

Whoa, whoa, no weapons. No,
don't shoot. Don't shoot. Don't shoot.

Reinforcements.

You received our distress call?

Yes, we did.
Are you subofficer dacon?

No, commanding officer tarn.

Officer sun, subofficer
crichton luxan is a mercenary.

How did you get inside?

We rappelled down the
cliff face.

Only five of us made it
but the banik...

Five? But we asked for
hundreds of soldiers.

The veneks, there are
thousands in the valley.

Dacon, shut up, and get
back up on the wall.

Yes, sir.

That is subofficer dacon?

Tarn: Nurse!

Any more reinforcements
on the cliff?

- Yes.
- No.

Maybe.

All right. Now they're jamming
all pulse weapons

so grab a spear and keep the
bastards from getting in.

(Moans and groans)

Ha!

Crichton:
Hey, try not to kill anybody.

I'm not going to kill anyone.

Oh, I might kill this guy.

Dacon!

Oops, sorry. Don't die.
Don't die.

(Grunting)

Dacon: Officer tarn!

What's the matter, pilot?
Why'd you comm?

Have you heard from crichton
at the memorial?

Yeah, d'argo commed about
an Arn ago.

He said jool and aeryn were
tralk fighting.

That seemed normal.

Why? What's the matter?

Nothing. Just, when we arrived

the automated orbit instructions
were broadcast in jocacean.

Yeah, well it's a memorial.

But now, moya received
a request to lift orbit.

This time, the broadcast was
in basic venek vernacular.

Yeah, but didn't the veneks
abandon the planet like 400 cycles ago?

That's what I thought.

Well, comm crichton and d'argo.

I'll poke around in some
frequencies and see what I can find.

Woman (whispers): Do you all
know the sacrifice you have made?

Crichton: So, what does that recording
device say? Did we miss anything?

Aeryn: I don't know. It says
here that the veneks attacked

and all but one of the
peacekeepers were killed.

And that happened.

The boy you saved.
Was he supposed to die?

Dacon? No, he dies when he
gets up there near dawn

and sends back the ceasefire
initiative to the veneks.

So dacon's supposed to be
some kind of hero?

So I was taught.

Anyway, according to this the leader
of the venek corps, general grynes,

has just witnessed how this
battle went,

ascertained that there are only
women and children remaining,

and is out there now convincing
the other generals to offer a ceasefire.

So, it's possible the time tear
is still around here.

We find it and let's get out.

I'll get jool and stark
and find the tear.

Don't frell things up
when I'm gone.

You know, if we did
change things,

it is possible that we could
improve the future.

With our record, you think
that's gonna happen?

I guess not.

I discovered something,
by the way.

I don't know about yours but my
pulse pistol is operational.

( Beeping ) Yeah, mine, too.

Their plasma frequencies must
only work against primitive recharges.

What about d'argo's
qualta rifle?

It's as old as most of the weapons
around here. I doubt it'll fire.

This one's still alive. Can you
help me get him to the locker room?

Yeah, no problem, opie.

I just hope this was
supposed to happen.

So, you guys got any beer
around here?

Beer, it's like fellip nectar.

Fellip's a creature on tarsis 6.

( Panting )

That hurts.

Is that sterile?

Oh, god, I'll probably
get hekpus.

Here, drink this.

Why?

It will dull the pain.

Oh, thank blasma.

(Gurgling)

At least maybe now,
I might die of shock.

That bitch just shoved the
arrow right through. She...

Oh, hello.

Hesca.

Do you feel this?

Nothing.

( Gasps ) Look!

This is great! I've got to get some
of this to bring home. What is it?

One part water, nine parts
fellip urine.

(Gagging )

You made me drink piss?

D'argo: Okay. Okay, jool.

Let's get out of here,
away from the children.

You can come with me, too.

Dacon: In here, it's about
all this thing's good for.

Oh, basha, my frelling...

Sorry for cursing.
—no, you okay?

Dacon, have you been
a soldier long?

Were you talking to
officer tarn?

No, it's just that I once heard
you killed a dozen veneks

when they breached the
stak wall.

- Me?
- Mmm.

Did you not also save
the nurses' convoy?

No, officer tarn did all that.

He was a very noble man.

He always gave credit away.

He, uh...

Get down!

This...

Their snipers might see it.

Who am I kidding?

I'm not a soldier.

I was attached to this unit
as comm supervisor,

and sustenance preparer.

You were the cook?

Yeah.

And with everyone
getting killed,

I was terrified I was gonna
be ranking officer.

I'm so glad you turned up.

Um... no, uh...

Dacon, you know the engagement
better than I do.

You have to be the...

I'm a cook.

You gotta take over.

You're general grynes, right?

Believe it or not, you don't
all look alike to us.

You're a man of compassion.

Aren't you?

At the battle of madazac,

you offered a truce when you
could have forced victory.

How do you know that?

Read about you.

Studied you.

At, uh, school.

Can you see the tear?

Moving, moving...

No, above us... above us.

I can see it, too, look.
It's yellow and...

Shut up, jool. Where is it?

It's coming... it's coming down.

It's coming down. It's here.

- Now.
- Okay.

You go through it.
I'll go get the others.

I'm not going.

( Groans )

Well, that was obviously wrong.

What are you doing?
There is nothing there.

Now, tell me,
where is it exactly?

It's here, here.

Okay. ( Screaming )

Mud!

- You threw me in mud.
- I'll go get crichton and aeryn.

I'll be 30 microts.
Can you hold?

Yes, yes.

Bastards.

They shot me, they punch me,

they made me drink piss.

(Gasping )

Oh, my blasma.

Stark!

It's not the same here!

It's not the same here, stark.

(Jool screaming)

That's the lie.

It's the lie. It's what's wrong.

( Screams )
—millions, billions, dead.

( Moans )

(Yells )

Okay, now focus stykeran.

Where is the tear?

- Ah...
- Uh-uh-uh-uh.

Specifically.

Find it yourself.
You find it yourself.

You will listen to me!

Tell me where the tear is,

or I will use your face
to create a new one.

Stark, what's the problem?

Jool went through, then we go through,
and everything's made right again.

Oh, that's the lie. That's the lie.
That's what wrong. That's the lie.

On great. Yeah, we have to put
up with this dren again.

Oh, when the foul woman pierced
the membrane back to our time, death.

Jool's dead?

Others.

Thousands. Millions. Billions.
Trillions.

Yes, yes, all right. Very many.
We get the idea.

Not when we came through.

The people you're sensing
weren't dead before?

Oh, yeah. We did it being here.
We changed the future.

We don't know that, John.

Well, look at him. He knows it.

Can't we just go through
and sort this out later?

We must do it here now.

As zhaan always says,
"do right by the wrong.

Goddess helps us all along."

Feeling left out, d'argo?

We're the only ones who don't
have voices in our heads.

Well what are we gonna do if
someone wants to know where jool is?

Oh look, do you think anyone
here cares about jool?

Just tell them that she's dead.

Fine.

Stick with stark.
I've got an idea.

It'll set the timeline right
and get us a ceasefire.

Won't work. —yes, it will.

No, it won't. —you don't
even know what it is.

Yes, I do. —no, you don't.

- Oh yes, I do.
- Oh, and what is your plan?

You're... you're gonna
use pulse pistols?

Kill all the veneks you can?

Actually, yes.

When they attack again, I'll show
you my way to get a ceasefire.

God.

You are gonna have to stay out of
this room if you can't stop shedding.

Without renewal,
there's stagnation.

Yeah?

Well, I feel the same
way about men.

But I don't leave them
lying around.

Can't you ever play nice?

I got shot with a hekpus infected
arrow, you monochromatic little bitch.

Pilot: Chiana, I believe jool may
not have overstated the situation,

much to my surprise.

These broadcast frequencies are
static. What happened to them?

Well, I kept trying to tell you.

Apparently, devastated
by conflict.

The planet is still inhabited, but
by a bare fraction of the population

from just a few arns ago.

If you don't like me, fine. But
don't treat me like I'm nonexistent.

Somehow we went back in time
and the others are still there.

And if you knew anything
about linear continuity,

you'd realize what they're doing back there
now is affecting things on that planet.

What minimal data stores
I can access

indicate a vicious war claimed
millions of lives around 500 cycles ago.

But that's not what happened
when we got here.

They made peace.

Dacon. Slowly take your
finger off the trigger

and point the weapon away
from both of us.

Those recruitment holochips
never said anything about this.

About what?

Fighting with primitive weapons?

Dying.

Knowing you're gonna die.

Having time to think about it.

Well as a soldier you
don't think about it.

I'm a cook. I like to
think about food.

Why did you join up?

I didn't.

You were born into service.

Aboard a command carrier.

No wonder you're fearless.

No. It's easy to be
fearless around here.

This is what peacekeepers
are meant to do.

Help the defenseless.

You'll be fine.

Crichton: Why is this
cloister so important?

Your superiors sent you into battle without
an understanding of the antecedents?

You really are barbarians.

No, we're peacekeepers.
Barbarians butcher children.

Yes, the horde is bloodthirsty,
and almost impossible to control.

I'm trying not to be a barbarian, and
I've never harmed a child in my life.

Why is your army here?

My soldiers used to share the waters of the
krytlin river with the cities on the plateau.

Now our supply has dried
and we're dying.

So this is about water?

Inside this mountain is the
source of the river.

If we don't gain access to it,
the horde will attack the cities

and millions will die.

But you,

you want to offer a ceasefire.

How do you know this?

Doesn't matter.
We accept your offer.

But the horde will not offer it
while opposing soldiers are still here.

We won't be here. By the time you
and your soldiers arrive, we'll be gone.

And why would you do this?

Same reason you'll
offer amnesty.

We're not barbarians.

You give me your word you won't
harm the women and children,

and I'll get you out of here.

There seems to be too many
nurses here and not enough fighters.

We were on a healing caravan
when the horde began the conflict.

This detachment of
peacekeepers found us.

We're just here for
our protection.

Are the peacekeepers contracted
to defend your world?

They uphold all that's good.

It's ironic. We might have been
safer if they'd never found us.

( Chuckles wryly )

Do you know what the horde
does to children?

If they overrun us, and I'm
too weak, or unable,

I'd rather my girl were at
peace than in their hands.

Please?

I'll depend on you.

Why were you crying?

Because of all the pain.

What's your name?

Cyntrina.

My father's dead, and
I never cried.

This is humiliating.

Yeah, bonnets are always a risk,

but it's the little touches
that put you over the wall.

I'm not gonna get screwed
here, am I?

Just don't be here
when we arrive.

All of your soldiers
must be gone.

That's the plan.

The ground looks soft
on the other side.

All you got to do is drop down,
hit the embankment and roll.

Thank you.

Yeah.

Hey, general?

I've got a good feeling
about this.

I think history is going to remember
you as the maker of great peace.

- ( Screaming )
- No. No!

No, no, no, no.

Stand fast, traitor!

No, no, no, no!
You did not just do that!

You did not! Please tell me
you did not just do that!

I ask again, are you part
of his deception?

No, crichton's actions
are his alone.

He told us nothing.

Hey, folks. I'm not the
enemy here.

We should kill him.

No! Too much killing.

No more killing. Stop the
killing. Stop.

It's worse, not better.
It's more dead.

What's he talking about?

Ah, nothing. Just what will happen to
us if we don't pull ourselves together.

Crichton: That guy you
shot? He was their general.

He wanted to offer you
a ceasefire.

I don't believe you.

Aeryn: Why didn't
you tell us anything?

- There wasn't time.
- Oh, like frell there wasn't.

And since when do you make
decisions for me?

Aeryn, we get him back to his lines
and this war's over. You know that.

Liar, he's a liar.

No!

Don't kill anyone else, mother.

Crichton: The venek leaders
want to offer you peace.

They're desperate for an excuse
to offer you peace.

Give them a sign and I promise,
they won't hurt you.

( Shouts )

Jocacean civilians and
peacekeeper militia, hear me.

You will never know how close
to salvation you came,

how near lasting peace
you brushed.

The death of our general in
battle we understand and accept.

But to disgrace him in
your females' cloth?

You have the night's stars to
make peace with your deities.

On the dawn, your severed heads
will be nailed to the walls you defend.

( Harmonica playing
"home on the range")

Ah, John.

If this situation hadn't reminded
you of all those old westerns

you watched as a youth, I never
would have heard that.

Are you through?

Quite.

The interlude, however,

allowed me to ponder the question
you ah, summoned me here to answer.

And?

All modern research points to
the elasticity of time

rather than a brittle framework.

Can it be corrected?

Hmm.

If nudged closely enough
to course,

events have a way of
restructuring themselves.

If the participants are the
same, the venues the same,

the motivation's the same, then well,
the outcome is likely to be the same.

So we have to find a way to
kick start this thing.

And soon.

When the horde attacks at dawn,
events will vector further away

from the reality you
and I both know.

Suggestions?

No.

Not this time, John.

There's been so much change.
What with you here, grynes dead.

I don't want the consequences of
catastrophic failure resting on my head.

I'm in a hell of a slump here,

and everything I do just
makes things worse.

Well, then...

Do better.

( Harmonica playing
"home on the range")

We can record a message over
the one sent by colonel lennok.

And I have convinced dacon into
offering a complete and total surrender.

It's the only way to
save the nurses.

- Maybe. You wanna better the odds?
- How?

Scroll through that digi—pamphlet
you got at the peace memorial.

Look for anything that may be
out of sync that we can fix.

What?

Oh what, you think I'm...
I'm stupid?

That I don't understand
what you're saying?

Subofficer dacon does not
have to die.

He's Davy Crockett at the alamo.

He stands on the wall and
takes one for the home team.

I've thought about this. It's the only thing
that I can come up with to fix the timeline.

Oh, you and your
stupid timeline.

What, you think I wanna do it?

You think it's my first option?

Read the history.
It's in your pocket.

If grynes lives, he's a hero
who averts a war.

Dead, he's just another guy in
the Laura Ashley spring collection.

It's you and me now.

We've gotta do something.

He's not a soldier.

I know that.

But the way history unfolds that
doesn't stop him from taking an arrow.

So...

Dacon dies.

What about us? We're soldiers.

We go back through
the time tear. —the tear?

Stark says it's completely disappeared.
What happens if it doesn't reshow?

Then we die half an am
after dacon.

Aeryn, either way he dies.

And the nurses.

That's what we have to
play for now.

You deal with the dead?

Someone must.

Death is where my
expertise ends.

When you shot the general
how did you feel?

I felt hatred. Fear.

Fear is good.

Keep that.

But travel light. Forget hate.

If we die, will I be
with my daughter?

After?

Different beliefs,
different destinations.

I cannot tell before the end.

Should the worst befall,
you will not be alone.

Hello.

You're scary looking.

You should have seen my father.

My father wasn't scary.

My mother says, when loved ones
die, we must remember them forever.

Well, your mother is right.

Do you think when I'm dead,
someone will remember me?

You know what?

I know a secret that
will guarantee it.

Make your Mark.

Carve it into the stone.

That way in the future, anyone
that reads it will think of cyntrina.

I've offered unconditional
surrender, just like you said to.

And I've also sworn that killing
their general was a tragic mistake.

But as ranking officer, are you sure
you shouldn't be the one on the message?

As a part of special commando
force, I'm not officially here.

So if they knew your unit was
present it would escalate the conflict?

Mm-hmm.

What are you doing?

I... I'm delivering the message.

There? You should shoot
from down here.

Ah, no, we only get one chance.

I can't have it go wrong and it
needs to land right near their camps.

You can't expose yourself to
their fire. Let me do it.

I appreciate the gesture,
but a soldier should do it.

Better if a cook does it.

Aeryn:
I don't want you to get hurt.

Better me than you.

( Sighs )

Subofficer dacon?

You are a soldier.

A brave hero.

No. Heroes always get killed.

I'll be fine.

(Girl screams)

How is that possible?
How is that possible?

Pilot: I don't know, chiana.

But the planet is now lifeless.

Moya's sensors detect no
microbial chemistry.

What? Nothing?

Krass me, it looks radiated.

Pilot: The crater pattern
indicates, in all probability,

the destruction by
military conflict.

Rygel: But that can't be.

Can't see it. I can't see it.

What do you mean, you can't
see it? Look harder!

It's not there.

It was above us!
—It's not there.

It's gone. It's gone.

How? We did everything right.

We set the timeline back on
track. How can it be gone?

Oh, it's not my fault.
It's no one's fault.

I... I didn't mean to...
—it's not your fault.

( Screaming )

The veneks! The veneks!

Get down!

Cyntrina, come with me now.

It didn't work.

- Dacon's dead, and the tear didn't reappear.
- Aeryn, untie me.

You know, the device said that he
died when he sent the ceasefire and then,

and then the veneks offered peace.
Does that sound like peace to you?

Untie me. —I listened to you.

I let a man die and we
changed nothing.

He was supposed to die. That's
what happened in history.

But then why isn't
the tear back?

I don't know!

Untie me. —can we use our weapons now
or are you still afraid to change things?

Yes, we can use the
weapons. Untie me.

Don't touch him!

Crichton's a soldier.
He can help us fight.

He's a traitor. He tried to
free that dog, grynes.

Grynes would have brokered
a peace.

What, you think they're
coming to offer peace?

We need him to defend
the monastery.

I won't warn you again. If you
try to release him, I'll kill you.

And if the horde gets in here, they're
going to slaughter every single one of us.

He can help us.

How can he help?

He has a weapon like mine.

Now if you're gonna shoot,
do it now.

Your pulse weapons are functional?
Why haven't you used them?

Well there's a good question.

Are you ready to get a
ceasefire my way?

Killing dacon should have
fixed the timeline.

Well, it didn't. Are you ready?

Yes.

Move!

Get to the walkway.

Two guns, aeryn.
We only have two guns.

- Well make it look like more.
- How?

Well, keep firing running backwards
and forwards and pretend you're an army.

Oh yeah, that's gonna work!

Just do it!

Now!

( Crichton yelling )

Excuse me ladies, man with
a gun coming through!

Pilot: Chiana, look
out the fonnard portal.

Not now, pilot.

Look out the portal.

Rygel:
Gone! The planet, it's gone!

Jool: It can't be gone. I
was just there two arns ago.

I got shot. I drank piss.

Chiana: Keeps the comms open.

I'm going out to look for them.

There's nothing there.
It's all gone.

Where are you gonna look?

Hey, how's that arm going?
Has the piss worn off?

Yes. Actually, it's quite sore,
thanks for asking.

( Screaming )

And stop screaming.

It is very, very irritating and I
don't want you melting anything.

Nurse: Get away! Get away!

Mother!

Stay put, cyntrina!

D'argo: Leave her alone!

What are you doing?

I'm making like an army.

D'argo!

Whoa.

Holy Montana!

Get to the med chamber.

I'm gonna have a heart attack.

Aeryn!

( Horn blowing )

The veneks are retreating!

( Horn blowing )

Chiana: What's going on, pilot?

I'm getting the dren
kicked out of me.

Moya's registering some kind of
massive gamma disturbance

where the planet used to be.

Can you see anything?

Nothing.

I can't control this.

Ohh! It's back.

It's back.

No death, no death!

It's back. It's back.

It's back. No death.

Come on. Now, quick.

Aeryn: Let's go.

It will be safer if we just go
now and don't tell her anything.

- I'll just be 30 microts.
- Crichton.

I won't tell her anything.

Are you leaving?

I will be leaving soon, yes.

Will I ever see you again?

How long do your people live?

My mother's sire lived
for 700 cycles.

Well, maybe I'll see you again
when you grow up.

Crichton: We have to go.

If you're not here, the veneks
will murder us.

No, no. If there's no soldiers
here they'll offer a ceasefire.

How do you know that?

I just... do.

Veneks are predators. They kill.

That's what they do.
They don't have ceasefires.

Please.

At least leave your weapons...

No. I... I can't.

I'm sorry.

You're gonna be safe.

I promise.

(Stark groaning loudly )

Where's aeryn?

She should be here.
She left ahead of me.

Aeryn!

Aeryn!

Aeryn!

Sorry.

Okay, let's get the frell
out of here.

( Screaming )

Chiana: On moya, we registered
every change as it happened.

First, there were, there
were millions dead.

And then the planet disappeared,
and then it came back.

I almost crashed the pod
trying to get it in here.

And nothing changed on moya?

No.

Only the planet was affected
by what you did.

Everything's the same except...

So is there any chance
you can go back?

No. The tear is
no longer stable.

Stark tried, but he can't
get us back through.

Does crichton know that?

Yes, he does.

So who's gonna get him
back on moya?

I will.

Okay.

Thank you.

Hi.

I screwed up.

You...

We did what we could.

Why would they do that?

What's the point?

There probably was no point.

You must tell me. Where are the
soldiers who were here?

I know nothing. They... they just
left. I don't know where they went.

They're not here. —no one
could get past my forces.

Tell me where they are. I
can't control the horde unless...

Crichton said they were going
to escape by the cliffs but...

Too many veneks have died here.
The bloodlust is on them!

I need to give the
horde something.

Where are the pulse weapons
you fired on us?!

Crichton took them. Please...

Please, I don't know where
they've gone. I don't know.

I can't stop the horde unless
you tell me where this crichton is!

I don't know. I don't know!

Crichton!

No! Not yet!

Crichton!

( Screaming )

(Gunfire)

No!

( Screaming )

( Sighs )