All language subtitles for Farscape - S04E04 - Lavas a Many Splendored Thing.sd-en

I finally figured out wormholes.

I can get you home.

If I knew where home was
or where we are.

You might not wanna
come with us.

We are not the best
traveling companions.

Aeryn we haven't heard from.
Has she contacted you?

No, not yet.

( Panting )

What do you want from me?

What I want may not be
as bad as you think.

Chiana: What are you doing?

My interrogations are much more
agreeable than scorpius's methods.

He'll never bother you again.

Bury him.

Elack, if we don't find the
strength, it's all been for nothing.

( Screams )

I will find them again and when I
do, they will pay for this humiliation.

I've said goodbye to everyone.
I can't make any of you stay.

You have more courage, integrity
and honesty than a dozen vellas.

And I should have said
that to her.

- Sikozu: So, any response from moya?
- Not yet.

We are hunted by peacekeepers,
lost in the uncharted territories

with no purpose in life.

One of us has a purpose.
Don't you, crichton?

You're right.

I do have a purpose.

And now, on farscape.

( Electrical whirring
and beeping )

No sign of moya yet?

D'argo: Nothing.

No response on the comms.

So, why don't we land?
I am starving.

Isn't that a planet out there?

D'argo: Hot and lifeless.

Do you eat rock?

Hmm.

Right now, I think I could.

You ate only three
solar days ago.

How inefficient is your body?

How edible is yours?

I can see there's not
much meat on there,

but I'm sure there's a lot
of chew on your noggin.

( Rygel passes helium )

(Helium voice): Oh, damn.

How do you roll a window down
in this place?

I should have stayed
on the module.

(Helium voice): Should
have left him on the module.

(Helium voice): Oh, I need food!

Crichton:
We all need food, buckwheat.

You don't hear the rest of us
fumigating the joint.

Here.

What's that?

Jilnak. Very good for you.

Huh? —give it to Mikey
there. He'll eat anything.

Oh...

More?

Crichton: Hey, what do
you know? Mikey likes it.

One portion apiece.

Rygel: Uh, three stomachs,
three portions, no?

It's not bad.

Mmm.

Mmm.

It's actually quite good.

Crichton: That stuff's not gonna
turn anybody into a newt, is it?

Eat it.

It's jilnak. Restorative.

Rygel: Uh, if you
don't want it, I, uh...

Rygel.

Hmm?

Crichton: How come
everything tastes like chicken?

Chiana: What's chicken?

(Groaning & belching)

I'll be back.

(Groaning)

Don't you leave without me.

(Groaning)

Oh...

(Stomach gurgling)

Hmm...

( Retching )

( Retching )

( Retching )

Crichton: Restorative?
You call that a restorative?

Try "purgative."

Here.

This'll help the cramp.

You better get away from me
before I spew on you.

I am inside out.

But you're not hungry anymore.

( Hisses )

Okay, where's rygel?

Down that hole, taking
a giant slok.

Rygel?

( Retches )

Buckwheat?

Rygel?

Hey, sparky!

You down there?

Rygel?!

Guido?!

(Stomach gurgling, groaning)

Crichton: Man, I got one of
those chunks stuck up in my nose.

D'argo: I hate that.

Rygel, what the frell
are you doing?

Buckwheat, I thought you came down
here to drop some friends off at the pool.

I did... I will.

Crichton: Well, do your
business and let's get out of here.

And that stuff belongs to
somebody else.

D'argo:
We have enough enemies already.

I thought you said the
planet's lifeless.

On the surface, yes.
But down here...

What's this? Medicines.

Crichton:
Oh, great. Another klepto.

No, no, no, no, no.
These markings are familiar.

I've seen them before
somewhere, but where?

D'argo: Who cares?
Let's get out of here.

Crichton: Exactly.

(Sniffs)

Help!

( Electrical whirring )

Watch it. Trip lights
everywhere. D.

I know, I see them.

No! Uh-uh, uh-uh. Booby traps.

Rygel: I can't move.

Help me. Get me out.

D'argo! Crichton! Will someone
frelling answer me?

D'argo: Stand clear.

It's no good.

Rygel: Somebody help me.

I'm stuck.

We're all stuck.

My name is John crichton,
an astronaut.

Three years ago I got shot
through a wormhole.

I'm in a distant part
of the universe

aboard this living ship of
escaped prisoners,

my friends.

I've made enemies.

Powerful, dangerous.

Now all I want is to
find a way home

to warn earth.

Look upward and share
the wonders I've seen.

Rygel (straining ):
Oh, I really need to slok.

My bowels hate me. I hate you.

Get me out! Do something!

I'm open to suggestions.

Where have I seen these
markings before?

On cavari? Yes.

No, no, not cavari.
It must have been eldor two.

D, we may have to stick
granny in a home.

I think we should burn her.

You burn your old folks?

D'argo: No, just
sounded like a good idea.

( Clanging )
Wait, you hear that?

(Air hissing)

( Rygel groans)

Sparky, shut up.

(Voices in the distance )
Stop your whingeing, will ya?

Don't forget to kill the traps.

No, course not. Traps are off.

Sloggard: I don't know why they
make us set the traps the first place!

- Rygel.
- Plague. Children sick, dying.

Then soldiers brought
provisions.

Come on, frool! Get...

Tarkans! These belong to the
tarkans. —yo, grandma! Come on! Go!

I tell you. I tell you
the tarkans...

Play dead.

Crichton, don't...
Don't leave me.

I remember now...
—shh. Shh. Zip it.

Sloggard: Come on, we still
got a lot of crates to move.

Frool: How come I always
gotta do all the heavy lugging?

Because you're not smart enough
to do anything else, that's why.

Oh? Well, why are you here?

Because I'm not smart enough to
hang out with anyone else.

Okay, do you think we
can take 'em out?

Crichton: I don't know. What
if they got friends downstairs?

I'll take these two,
you can take the friends.

What if there's a
hundred of 'em?

Of these guys?
We should be so lucky.

(Stomach grumbles)

Shh, look at this.

No violence.
These are tarkans...

Somethin' set off the traps.

Yeah. It got itself stuck.

Will you come on?

Is it dead?

( Rygel passes helium )

(Helium voice): Aah!
Smells dead. But it's not, yet.

Gentlemen...

I apologize for disturbing
your work.

If you'd be so kind to get me
free, I'll be on my way.

It speaks.

It steals, too.

Any more of you?

Rygel: No, I'm all alone.

Yeah, I can see why. —come on.

We've captured an intruder.
It claims it's all alone.

Is it armed?

No. But it's sure making
some strange noises.

Don't touch it.

Wait for me. I'm on my way.

You, come with me.

(Whispering):
What are you doing?

Did I not tell you to stay put?

Listen to me. These are
tarkans. They're good people.

You know Jack about these
people. Now, you stay behind cover.

( Spits )

Greetings, tarkans.

We are honored to meet you.

We mean you no harm.

You said you were alone.

I've never seen her before.

No, not alone.

There's a human and
a luxan, too.

Oh, I've told them of
your good works,

but they're shy.

Come on out. It's all right.

- Crichton, d'argo, show yourselves.
- Burning is too good for her.

Come on, crichton, d'argo.

Granny. What are you doing?

You have got to stop
wandering off like this.

Thanks for looking after
her, fellas.

She's a little (whistles ).

You haven't seen my dog,
have ya?

Little bubba?

You got caught in a trap?

Crichton, get me out.

I got an idea. Why don't we
all put our guns down.

There's two more!

Noranti:
Stop! No violence. No firing!

Chiana:
What's going on down there?

D'argo:
It's no good. They're shielded.

They got body armor?

That's a hell of an invention.
How come we don't have that?

You three! Get them!

Where are you going?

Don't leave me.

I'll keep you company.

(Grunting)

Perhaps I should
introduce myself.

I am...

Oh, please, don't hurt me!

( Rygel whimpering )

Ah, thank you.

This won't go unrewarded.

(Gasping )

You... you didn't finish.

Wha-what are you doing?

( Rygel gasping)

( Rygel yells) —I'ii catch up.

Crichton?

Those lights. I think they
were pulse blasts.

We gotta help 'em.

We have to get to them first.

Well, you're a genius. How?

The Cannon on the luxan's
ship should...

Are you tenked?

Only d'argo can operate
that ship.

Maybe there's another way in.

( Rygel screams, loud thud )

That was some drop.

(In distance): Down here!

Crichton:
Ho! We got another one.

I found 'em!

D'argo: Think we lost those two?

Noranti:
There's no need for... oh!

Will you listen to me?

These are tarkan freedom
fighters. They're heroes.

On the planet cavari,
there was a deadly plague.

The tarkans defied
the quarantine.

They brought food,
clean water, medicines.

They saved thousands of lives.

Whatever, they're angels
of mercy.

Well, what do you expect? You walk into
their house, you steal, you shoot at them.

D'argo: In case you hadn't noticed
they started to shoot at us first.

Right. —and they'll keep shooting at
us until we die, unless we talk to them.

So let me mediate.

You know, maybe we should
let her try.

Nah, she's gonna get shot.

And that would be bad?

Rygel: Can we discuss this?

So, this is our intruder?

One of them.

One? You mean there's more?

Three more.

( Growls )

( Rygel shuddering )

How did you find this place?

Who told you we were here?

Nobody. We found it by accident.

And that mooka chain just fell
into your hand by accident, too?

I was just putting it back.

( Growls )

Oh, please! No, lava! Oh...

( Over comm ): I have the intruders
cornered, but I... I could do with some help.

Why? Shoot 'em!

Well, there's two of them and they
have two guns. I mean, will this...

This belt stop two guns at once?

- I'm coming up.
- No!

I'll take care of it.

You keep moving those crates!

( Rygel whimpers)

Try to remember we're
on a schedule.

Describe where you are.

Look, how am I supposed
to describe it?

It all just looks like
rock to me.

I won't get shot.
I trust tarkans.

Everyone knows their reputation.
—I don't.

Me, either. Listen, John.
We can't shoot them.

We're trapped.

Maybe we should let the old
lady try and mediate a way out.

All right. Fine. You're up.

(Groaning yawn) Oh...

- Are you all right? What's the matter?
- Yeah?

Oh, I'm just a bit tired,
that's all.

( Sighs )

Grandma. You okay?

D'argo: I think she's asleep.

Grandma. —oi!

This is unbelievable.

What, can't cook, won't bathe,
and now she's narcoleptic?

She's a triple threat.
Grandma, get up!

Any markings on the walls?

No.

Wait. Yeah.

There's a...
Some purple writing,

but I don't know what it says.

Purple?

Grandma!

The intruders are trapped in
the small lower alcove.

Yeah.

Good. I know exactly
where you are.

Grandma, get up!

Do you see those
purple markings?

Mm-hmm.

- Shoot them.
- Shoot the markings?

Yes. Shoot them. Now.

( Screaming )

- Bad news.
- Trouble.

Somebody's doing the Pompeii
thing. Let's go.

( Crichton laughs nervously)
Uh, more bad news.

Same dren, different planet.

Yeah, we're trapped.

Again.

D'argo: The lava's rising. Jump.

Jump?

Jump.

Yeah, yeah, I can make that.

But the, uh, old bat can't.

Old bats can fly.

(Grunts)

You're up.

All right, look, I lied.
I can't make thatjump.

You can't make thatjump?
Give me your foot.

Come on.

Go!

(Yells )

(Grunts)

Hmm...

Okay. ( Grunts )

D, grab my hand.

D'argo: I can't reach!

I didn't know you could do that.

( Lisping )
It takes a bit of practice.

Sikozu: I take it you did
not find another entrance.

( Panting ): No.

What are you doing?

Trying to power up this
vessel's Cannon.

I take it your memory's frelled.

I told you only d'argo can
operate this ship.

And d'argo is a fool if he has
not set an override sequence.

I don't think you should be
blaming d'argo in this instance.

He's already saved
your eema once.

All right. Fine.

He is a big and brave warrior.

However, if these controls
are locked to his DNA,

it was not particularly smart of him
not to have set up an override sequence.

Wait...

( Laughing ): Wait.

You're right.

Yes, chiana, I usually am.

Then we don't need d'argo
to run this ship.

We just need his DNA.

( Laughing )

And how do you suggest we get...

The intruders can't be alive.

Well, they are.

Your miserable lava traps
only got one of my men.

Your men are worthless.

Do you want to move all
of these yourself?

You're the one who's so worried
about the schedule.

- Of course not...
- Crichton, d'argo, can you hear me?

Rygel, are you all right?

No, I'm dying.

Please get me out of here
before my bowels rupture.

Crichton: Yeah, we'll do
that, sparky. Where are ya?

I don't know.

Lower level, some cavern.

Big pool of lava... ( Screams )

All right, we'll come get ya.

Who's this?!

Lou costello. Who's this?

My name is raa'keel.

And my name is
uta—noranti-pralatong.

I'm afraid there's been a huge
misunderstanding which we really must rectify.

A misunderstanding?

Yeah. We really shouldn't
be shooting each other.

We didn't come here
to Rob you guys.

Hell, we didn't know there was
anybody on this rock.

No, we're not your enemies.
We know who you are.

You do?

Yes. Every educated species knows
and reveres tarkan freedom fighters.

Then you approve of our work?

-Yeah... —absolutely.

That thing you guys did on
calamari that was beautiful, man.

Calamari? —that was
nobel peace prize material.

( Rygel whimpering )

Yet you attempted to Rob us!

Only because I did not realize
whose stuff it was.

Had I but known...

Crichton: Yeah, please
accept our apology on that.

Listen, why don't you
give us the slug.

We'll punish him appropriately
and we are outta your hair.

All right. We'll release him.

Quickly.

( Screams )

But he doesn't look well.

You'd better come and get him.

Yeah, we'd love to do that.
Where are you?

Stay where you are.

I'll send an escort.

Fine.

Find him.

You know, I definitely do
not trust this guy.

Me neither, but I got an idea.

Well, there's no reason not to
trust him, I mean why...

Grandma, zip it.

We don't wanna hear what
saints the tarkans are.

We're not going in
there undefended.

So you can either get with the
program or you can shut up.

D'argo: Preferably
both. What's your idea?

All right, here's the thing.

I think that we ambush
the escort,

we hit him with a rock,
and we take his belt.

- That is your plan?
- Yeah.

To hit him with a rock, when they
have these, like, shield things?!

The shields work against
pulse energy.

They don't work against other
things. We saw the guy get burned.

Yeah, but not by a rock.

All right, let me lay
this out for you.

Fire is thermal energy.

Thermal energy is like
kinetic energy.

A rock has kinetic energy.

Ergo, a rock will work.

Uh, okay, okay, I'm with you.

I just have, uh, one small,
little question.

( Sighs )

Who is Lou costello?

Wait!

What?

I want to help.

Abbot and costello.
We've been over this.

Right.

Sikozu: That was yours,
so this must d'argo's.

No, no, no. This is crichton's.

This is d'argo's.

No living creature could
produce that.

You haven't met many
luxan's have you?

Oh!

Chiana: Okay.

Sikozu: I should be doing this.

Excuse me. I'm the one that put
my hands in the vomit.

And I'm the one who happened to
observe d'argo's starting procedure

when we left arnessk.

Press this, this, that and
those two together.

This, this, and that.

Computer voice: Power systems
at your command, ka d'argo.

( Chuckles )

How do you fire up the Cannon?

That I do not know.

I've never seen him
use the Cannon.

Great.

Random flailing is
pointless, chiana.

- Move aside and help me...
- Hey!

I'm the one that put my
hands in the vomit.

Okay, you want a turn?

Go get your own vomit.

Yes, the powder is ready.

( Blowing )

Come through, but don't inhale.

- Okay.
- What is it? Sleeping powder?

I don't know.
She's pretty vague.

But this will knock 'em out.

This wasn't part of the plan. I
signed on to haul crates, not get killed.

Me, too. If I get killed,
all my wives will throw fits.

Ah!

Here, come on, come on,
come on, frool.

Hey, fellas!

Huh?

(Sultry music playing )

Ooh, frool, let's do it.

Ooh, yeah, baby.

Take it off.

Noranti: I am the flower,

you are the bee.

I am the pod,

you are the pea.

I am the target,

you are the gun.

(Both laugh)

( Purring )

(Metallic clank)

I am the woman, you are the man.

Oh, my god!

( Screams )

(Gasps )

( Squeaking )

Well, you're not any help.

Sikozu: Now, move aside.

( Chuckling )

All right.

- Oh, careful.
- Sorry.

( Beeping )

You better hurry.
You're losing your vomit.

I think I've decoded the
fightsequence.

(Engines roaring )

(Engines roaring )

Slowly...

(Engines winding down)

Actually, it's really
quite simple.

To a great mind like yours.

Okay.

Fire the Cannon.

Certainly. I see the pattern.

- This locates the target.
- Right.

(Rumbling) This one

primes the charge.

And this one... fires.

(Rumbling)

(Engines shutting down )

Really quite simple.

Frell!

All right, so there's
nothing to turn on?

Somebody shoots me and
I'm protected?

Yeah.

Well, I think we'd better
test it.

Do you have any, uh, small
appendages you don't need?

Small?

Shoot him in the buttock.
That's big.

Hey, you know what?
Don't touch my ass.

That's sexual harassment.

Whoa! No, we are not
shooting the butt.

Okay. —the butt is off—limits.

Try the heel, or...
Why don't we shoot you?

You got a small appendage.

Shoot me?

Whoa!

(Humming)

Son of a gun, it works.

Now can we go and
talk to the tarkans.

There was no "we," white girl.
We appreciate what you did.

It was different. But we have
two belts, three people.

You're staying here.
We're not taking chances.

Is this thing cutting out on me?

( Hisses )

Energy-save mode. It'll
reactivate when it's needed.

Okay, let's get outta here.

You guys, show the way. Come on.

Put some clothes on.

Rygel (weakly):
You don't understand.

If I don't take a slok soon, my
insides will explode and I'll die.

( Groans )

Crichton (a la gomer pyle):
Surprise, surprise, surprise.

Raa'keel: What happened?

They, uh, have our belts.

Yeah, th—that's right.

I can see that.

Sparky, you okay?

(Weakly): What do you think?

Just hang in there.

Okay, here's the deal, tin man.

You can't hurt us,
we can't hurt you.

You've got our whoopee cushion,
we've got Larry and moe here.

What do you say to
a simple trade?

Why would I want these
morons back?

Will you stop killing my men!

Shut up and stand still.

John!

I got it.

One of those frelling
booby traps.

You know that thing I said? About
the nobel peace prize for tarkans?

( Laughs )

I take it all back.

You think we're tarkan
freedom fighters.

We're not.

We're robbing them.
And you can identify us.

Need I continue?

( Growling )

(Snofls)

Crichton: Right, so
you're robbers, whatever.

We're not cops. We don't care.

Actually, we've performed quite
a few burglaries ourselves.

Well, you picked the wrong
place to burglarize today.

Who else is with you?

Uh...

Get frelled.

Ah!

There's an old woman,
but she's no threat.

What would you know?

She can't get out and
no one else can get in.

Why prolong her agony?

Save us some time and
tell us where she is.

Out riding her broomstick.

I wonder which is worse.

To burn to death from lava,

or to suffocate in a column
of armarack.

What do you think?

Try something.

I have tried every plausible
combination.

Well, then try something else.

Like what?

Anything.

All right.

It's the tarkans.
They've come back early.

Don't be stupid.

Why would they attack
their own race?

Maybe they found our transport.

If they blew it up,
we're trapped.

It's well hidden.
How could they find it?

That was lo'la's Cannon.

Someone is in my ship.

It's gotta be the girls, but how
did they get your bodily fluids?

Don't go there.

You wondered who was with us.

You just found out.

That was our squad blasting
their way in.

Your squad?

Yeah. A whole platoon of
big, hairy guys

with really cool tats and more
guns than you can count.

They come down here and
find us dead,

they're gonna slit you from crotch
to eyeball with a dull deer antler.

In other words, we die, you die.

We live, and you might
have a chance.

You're lying.

Wait. If it's true, we're going
to need some hostages.

Why now?

Of all times you could have
come here, why now?

Do you know how long I've
been planning this?

Life sucks, doesn't it?

Well, quite often, in fact.

Here, take this.

If they try anything,
throw it at them.

Chiana:
No, no, no, don't touch me.

It was not my fault. Do not
get angry. —no, don't touch.

No, no, not angry.

Vomit. Vomit.

Oh.

Yes, we must conserve it.

Okay, you stay at the controls.

I'm gonna go down and
check things out.

It might be an idea to try and
turn the ship invisible.

If... if you can figure out how.

You said this'd be easy.

While the tarkans are off
delivering food to the orphans,

we loot the place,
then disappear.

Gun battles weren't part
of the deal.

Stop complaining.

You're wearing a shield belt.

We were six! We're now three.

Then try and shoot straight,
you incompetent.

It'd make a nice change.

You're lucky I'm here at all.

( Beeping )

Keep still.

Hit a beam and you'll be trapped
like your smelly friend.

Mr. Redshirt, whatever the tin
man's paying you we'll double it.

D'argo: Come on, you
heard what raa'keel said.

He doesn't want any witnesses.

Do you think you're gonna walk
out of here alive with your share?

Crichton: Don't take the chance.

Throw in with us.
You'll come out ahead.

We're the good guys. —shut
up, or I'll give you a face full of...

(Grunting)

Oh! Here I am!

Ah!

(Yelling )

(Groaning)

Damn, he's completely encased.

Where's that gizmo?

There.

You know how this thing works?

I don't know, just press
the button.

Watch where you point it. —whoa!

Set it lower.

There ya go.

Prop him up so I can
grill both sides.

( Beeping )

Oh, damn it.

I'm telling you, it couldn't
have been an attack.

Probably just a pressure
eruption on the surface.

Nothing to worry about.

Nothing to worry about?

If our transport's damaged,
we're dead.

Damn.

Check the transport.

- What are you doing? It's too low.
- No, no, it's right.

Give it more power. What
are you doing? —it's not too low.

Look, you're gonna break...
—i think it's out ofjuice.

No, you're breaking it.
—and that, that is maxed out.

- It's out ofjuice.
- Oh, great.

Okay, there's another one of
those canisters on the level up top.

All right, go get it. Don't drag your
heels. Rygel's going to die here on us.

No, no, no, rygel!

Rygel.

Oh, crap.

Eenie, meenie, minie, moe.

Don't even consider it, John.

- Oh...
- You know far too well,

the shield belt doesn't
work against lava.

Yeah, I figured that out.

But it might work if it's
already activated.

Far too risky.

Look, I put rygel in there,
I'm gonna have to get him out.

He's already dead.

You don't know that.

The Amber protects the crates.
It might protect rygel.

How long has he been
without air?

He's amphibious. He can last.

Would you quit buzzing
around in my head?

You're giving me a headache.

Go.

Okay.

( Powering down )

(Sufle) Ah!

Hmm...

Okay.

At least we know I'm insane.

Raa'keel, transport's fine.

Not a scratch.
Did you see anyone?

No. It had too be a bluff.

Then what did this?

I don't know.

What's the difference?

We're getting out now before
the tarkans get back.

Load up as much as you can.

I'll dispose of the hostages.

(Gasping )

Shh, we must hide.

- What did you think I was doing?
- Shh. Come on.

Morons...

Noranti (whispering ): These
are not real tarkans at all.

They're highly evil men.

Oh. Well, I wouldn't
have guessed.

Come on, let's get the others
and get out of here.

No, it's not that easy.
Our weapons are useless.

No, we have to find the real tarkans
and tell them what's happening.

- Send a message.
- Right.

Are you klemmpt?

Come here, come here,
come here, come here.

Hey, these are highly
evil men, right?

Okay, sikozu probably doesn't even
know how to work the radio, right?

( Footsteps )

Where are you going?

Frell her.

All right sparky, where are ya?

Come on, bubba.

I'm too old to be playing
hide-and-seek.

( Powering down )

Uh-oh.

At least that works.

( Hissing )

( Growls )

(Grunting and yelling )

Damn this has gotta be bad
for the sperm count.

Is that you?

Give me a bubble.

Oh!

Okay, let's get you some 02.

(Grunting)

( Powering down )

Nice use of the shield belt, but without
that pathetic little weapon, you'll burn!

You do not... talk...

About... wynnona... like that.

( Screaming )

Lift going down.

Whoa, is that a head?

(Grunting)

( Powering down )

( Shouting )

Prepare to feel fire!

Crichton!

Chiana!

Shoofl

not him, me!

What?

Just shoot me!

Hey!

Keep shooting me.

I gotta find rygel.

What's going on? Tell me what?

Can I get a "hell, yeahl"?

(Gasping )

Quickly, quickly.

Crichton: I'm workin' it.

Hurry up!

Oh, hezmana.

(Passing helium )

Whoa!

(Helium voice): Man, somebody had
something crawl up their ass and die.

Damn, nobody light a match.

Or breathe.

Or move.

Noranti: No. No, wait.

These are tarkans.

Good people.

That's would you said
the last time.

No, no, don't worry. I've told them
all about them and us and the robbery

and how we're not their enemies.

And they believed you?

Raa'keel.

Once one of us.

Now, just a traitor and a thief.

Guess they believed her.

You're free to go.

(Passing helium )

(Groaning)

(Helium voice): As long
as you take him with you.

Thanks for the belt.

A pleasure.

And thank you for the, uh...

Oh, jilnak.

- Ah, we've gotta go.
- Oh, my module is parked in orbit

and the meter is running out.

Oh.

I'll never eat again.

The very thought of food
nauseates me.

Sork wings.

Crispy grolack.

( Groans )
—excuse me. Excuse me.

What is this mess?
And the smell!

Sikozu: This is all you.

Well, from you.

Whose idea was this?

Mine.

Crichton: D, why don't we fire
this thing up before the tarkans

realize that grandma has
poisoned them?

Merely a cleansing restorative.

Not one word.

(Ship powers up) Computer voice:
Power systems at your command.

A received transmission
awaits your review.

We have an answering machine.

- Have we got a message?
- Quick. Play it. Play it now.

Just shut up.

( Static-filled transmission ) Ka d'argo.
Moya and I have received your signal.

Here is our location.
We look forward to your return.

It's pilot.

Repeat, moya and I have
received your signal.

Pilot.

Oh!

By the yotz, moya's all right.
She's waiting for us.