All language subtitles for Farscape 1999 S1E14

Crichton (groaning):
Why is it always my fault?

It's not always your fault.
Just almost always your fault.

Now, give that amniox a bit
of a twist, will you?

Not that far.
Only about half as much.

(both groaning)

You know, Pilot said that this
blockage was a byproduct of
Moya's pregnancy.

It was probably caused by you
firing that chemical-burning
Earth pod

in the transport hangar.

Well, you don't have to worry
about that. That was the
last of my fuel.

I'm totally dependent on
your technology now.

It's not my technology.
it's Leviathan technology.

D'argo, I don't give a rat's ass
what you want to call it.

It's your end of the universe.
It's your technology.

Sure as hell ain't mine.

(groaning)

John, is something wrong?

Yep. I'm fed up.

"Fed up"?

I'm sorry, is this going to
be another translator
microbe hiccup?

"Oh, John, you're fed up.

Does that mean that you've had
too many food cubes today?"

It was cute, it was vaguely,
vaguely amusing the first
six billion times.

Something clearly is
troubling you, John.

Perhaps I can...

So, what, you're going to help?

Is that it?

Maybe, before, when you
were a priest.

But guess what?

You resigned.

Crichton, I don't understand
what you're talking about.

I'm going for a drive.
I'm hitting the strip.
I'm going cruising.

What's going on?

I'm getting some space, Aeryn
and I'm not talking about the
space outside the ship.

Look, this is hardly the time
for human nonsense, Crichton.

Oh, God, that is it.
You are so damn smart.

There's no time for any
stupid human anything.

And I'm sick of it, Aeryn.

I'm sick of Napoleon
the Fourteenth,

I'm sick of Blue, I'm sick
of Tentacle Boy

and guess what?

I'm sick of you.

I'm sick of this whole turd-burp
end of the universe.

Crichton, I need you down here.

This backwash is building
up too fast.

Moya is experiencing an extreme
increase in her amnexus systems.

She senses that her fetus
is at risk.

She's decompensating.

Decompensating.

Oh, no. That means
she's going...

Prepare for immediate starburst.

John.

What's he doing?

We must warn him.
Pilot, get him back on board.

No time.

You guys are bugging out on me?!

I hate starbursts.

Oh, God, I am a dead man.

My name is John Crichton,
an astronaut...

...a radiation wave hit and I
got shot through a wormhole...

Now I'm lost in some distant
part of the universe on a ship.

A living ship full of strange
alien life-forms...

Help me...

Listen, please.

Is there anybody out there
who can hear me?

...being hunted by an insane
military commander...

...doing everything I can...

I'm just looking for
a way home.

Yeah!

Whoo-hoo!

Ha-ha!

Yes!

I wasn't sure who to bet on,
you or the shakloom.

I wasn't sure myself.

(giggling)

You share with me?

In Acquara, the offering of
food by a man to a woman
signals his fondness for her.

How do you take it?

Boiled or barbecued?

What's that?

It is a map of the sky.

Did you make that?

Yes, by the ancient charts
of the Timbala.

It is a gift for you.

Oh, Lishala, I, uh...

That's beautiful.

Thank you.

I, um... thought you might show
me where your home world is.

My home world?

Well, let's see.

On this map, right about...

there.

Rokon:
Lishala.

Your father demands that you
return to the village.

Is it my father that demands
it or you, Rokon?

When would you ever do
as I demand?

When you learn to ask nicely.

You can teach him that.

I see you took a shakloom.

Too bad.

A baby.

Don't take them smaller
than this.

Right.

This is Lishala'a map
of the sky.

Why did she give it to you?

I guess she thought it might
help me find my way home.

She's never given me
such a gift.

Rokon, you don't need a
map to get home.

You know you'll never go home.

Not from Acquara.

You're probably right.

But this is the first place I've
been that makes me feel I
can live with that.

But the question is, can
Acquara live with you?

The grondeer wants to see you.

Be there at high sun.

So, another green planet in yet
another unnamed system.

Crichton must have landed
somewhere.

Moya's starburst data says that
this planet is on an exact
reverse trajectory.

Along with every other system
we've been through in the last
quarter of a cycle.

D'argo, we have to admit
to ourselves.

Whatever happened to John
is his own doing.

He shouldn't have left Moya
in the time of crisis.

We drove him to it.

All of us.

Have you become so cold?

Cold, perhaps, but also
practical.

We all grow weary of
this search,

and it places us in greater
danger of being discovered by
the Peacekeepers.

I still care about Crichton.

The only reason this search
still drags on is because of the
guilt in your own hearts.

My hearts are private places.

Stay out of them.

Aeryn, you have a voice
in this, too.

Fine. I say we keep looking,
for now.

You know, D'argo,

there will come a time where we
may have to acknowledge

that Crichton has met his
destiny and we're just
not part of it.

Then I will wait for you to tell
me when to abandon the search.

When we abandon Crichton.

Child:
Hyah!

Hyah! Hyah! Hyah!

(mock groaning)

(whispering, giggling)

A-lu-e-masata.

A-lu-e-masata.

Ah, my honored guest
has arrived.

Shai, shai!

Shai! Enough!

A-lu-e-masata.

A-lu-e-masata.

You learn our ways,
John Crichton.

Ah, they're not so different
from my own.

Go.

I want to talk in private.

Come. Sit.

Beside you?

I know.

It's a privilege awarded only
to my best hunters.

I wouldn't wish to
dishonor them.

But by refusing,
you dishonor me.

Come.

Sit.

We have much to discuss.

You see? Not a bad place to sit.

So, you said we have
much to discuss?

Yes.

For instance...

impulsive flights of my
daughter's heart.

You see the way she comes alive
when she looks at you?

When I look at her,
I see a friend.

If it should become more than
that, you need to understand...

Kato-Re.

I deeply appreciate the way your
people have welcomed me,

but I chose to build my home
away from the village

because I do not want to
interfere in your ways.

Amongst our people,

it is the female who chooses
which male she will mate
with for life.

It may be out of your hands,
my dear Crichton.

Huh.

It appears the grondeer has
invited the stranger to
sit beside him.

When was the last time
he invited you?

Only once, when I asked his
permission to attract Lishala.

It is obvious Lishala feels
culleh for the stranger.

And now he sits in your
rightful place.

I am not blind, mother.

Oh, not blind. But perhaps weak?

I am first among the hunters.

As my son, you are more
than any hunter.

You are part of the
Priestan lineage,

and someday you could be
grondeer of Acquara.

I'm seeing to that.

But only if you marry Lishala.

I want to marry her, but
not for your reasons.

How can I control the
way she feels?

I'm talking about rule
of all of this,

and you can't even master the
heart of one foolish girl?

You will do whatever is
necessary to insure

that no one stands between you
and our family's destiny.

Do you understand?

This is the worst Pod landing
I ever experienced.

Where did you learn to fly?

We lost all power and dropped
the last 20 units.

You're telling me.

Pilot, we're heads-up
on the planet.

We caught a glimpse of
Crichton's module during
our last pass.

I acknowledge, D'argo.

Excellent news. I will
inform the others.

In the meantime, Moya's having
trouble pinpointing your signal.

(signal breaking up):
Can you activate your homing
ident so she can read...

Pilot...

Pilot!

Communication's been terminated.

Another power loss.

Ooh!

Ohh! Ohh!

(yelling)

Oof!

Oh!

Something's draining all power.

D'argo?

Where are you going, hmm?

I insist you wait for me!

(grunting, groaning)

It's a simple matter, Aeryn.

Either you or I jet down there
to try and pick up a visual
where we lost contact.

We didn't lose contact, Zhaan.
Contact was severed.

D'argo confirmed that he
found Crichton's module.

Then he was gone.

Which is why we must
act quickly.

Not without more data.

We're already down one Transport
Pod. Let's not make it two.

They could be hurt or need
medical attention, or even
reinforcements, Aeryn.

You were a lot more agreeable
as a peace-loving priest.

As I assume were you as
a Peacekeeper pilot.

I didn't give up my calling.
You did.

My personal decision to put
aside the spiritual seek is
none of your business.

I warn you fairly, Aeryn.
Do not go there.

Is that a threat?

I will only tell you once.

There are lines we should
never cross.

Now, I strongly suggest we
concentrate on the problem
at hand.

First rule of engagement:
"before you go into battle
know your enemy."

It is not a battle, Aeryn.
It is a rescue.

From what? There should be
some sort of thermal register

from the Pod's propulsion
systems, but there's nothing.

Well, then I suggest we
find out why.

Fine.

Because if we don't,
we're all we have left.

A-lu-e-masata.

Just passing through.

Is there a problem here?

Rokon.

What's the deal?

Damn it! Rokon...

I know you do not mean to be
an enemy, but you interfere
with our ways.

I'm not trying to interfere.
I'm just trying to live
my life, alone.

Then why do you poison
Lishala's heart?

Rokon, you and Lishala,

you've got nothing to worry
about from me.

But I have to be sure I have
nothing to worry about
from Lishala.

You smell like dren.

You look like dren.

Get the hell away from me.

We came back for you.

That's supposed to be
a good thing?

You'd rather those guys have
danced all over your face.

Yeah, I would.

And wherever you came from,
go back.

Rokon:
That's when he came flying in,
swinging his powerful blade.

This... man-creature,

a full samat bigger than
Talio or Ku-mah

with tentacles and tattoos
all over his head.

You see? This stranger, this
Crichton, infects us like
a parasite.

Already, he brings more
evil into our midst.

Remember, our ancestors were
space travelers too.

We are but colonists
here ourselves.

Then you will embrace this
man-creature as you've embraced
the stranger?

Perhaps you will invite him also
to bed with your daughter.

Mother!

You will not dishonor
my daughter.

It's all right.

She knows nothing of my heart,
and less of my sleeping habits.

She should only get
some of her own.

You try the limits of
your rank, Neera.

Remember, you address the
grondeer.

Remember, your office depends
upon the sanction of mine.

Do not show weakness here,
Kato-Re.

Our people will not
stand for it.

(snoring)

(snorting)

Uh-uh-oh-uh-ah...

Crichton, you're alive!

No thanks to you.

Get up. You're outta here.

This isn't the happy reunion
I'd planned on.

I didn't plan on one at all.
Not after you abandoned me.

Is that what you really
think happened?

You're the one.

Practically sabotaged poor Moya,

then blasted out of there like
a barkan out of Hezmana.

I get a little stressed out and
the second I'm off the ship,

boom! You guys starburst
the hell out of there.

Moya starburst on her own.

You forced her to decompensate
when you failed

to release the pressure on
her amnexus systems.

Do you really think we
abandoned you,

when we spent the last quarter
of a cycle searching for you?

This whole time, the last
three months.

You came back.

To look for me.

A lapse of sound judgment I'll
regret for the rest of my life.

Yeah, you just might.

The rest of your life.

We'll all regret it if we don't
deal with this negative
power vortex.

Rygel:
Which means what, exactly?

If it uses power,
it doesn't work.

Ooh! We're stuck here? Oh!

No power. No comforts.
No defenses.

Sounds like paradise.

(indistinct chanting)

Zhaan.

(chanting continues)

Wake up, Zhaan.

I'm not sleeping, I'm increasing
my work efficiency with a
Delvian wanta chant.

Oh. This might help.
Come and have a look.

Pilot just produced it.

Ah! Good.

It's a topographic bio-print.

Still too generalized, though.

Too generalized for what?

Since Moya can't pick up any
power signals from the planet

she's concentrating instead
on biological markers.

What we need to do is isolate
the most highly developed
organisms.

Oh well, that rules out the
three we're looking for.

Yes, well, even if we can locate
them the problem is,

how do we help them?

I've been thinking about that.

We need some kind of shielded
power source,

something that's hot enough to
run their Transport Pod,

that can be built into
a projectile.

How do we send it in where
we can do most good?

Well, you locate the target
and I'll hit it.

Anyway, thank God I found
this planet.

This system.

You thought you would stay here
the rest of your life.

I haven't stopped thinking that.

Look around, D'argo.

There's a lot worse places.

Since I left my home, I've been
hunted, beaten, locked up,
shanghaied, shot at.

I've had alien creatures in my
face, up my nose, inside my
brain, down my pants...

This is the first time,

the first place,

where I've found peace.

(snoring)

Lishala.

Don't be afraid.

Who are you?

Lishala, this is D'argo.

D'argo, Lishala.

Why did you bring him here?

I... I didn't bring him.
He came on his own.

As a friend.

Rokon accused your friend of
attacking his brothers.

That is a lie.

They ambushed Crichton.

It's lucky I showed up
when I did.

You've done nothing to harm
us since you came.

Why do they wish to hurt you?

Lishala,

Rokon believes that...

your heart strays my direction.

Perhaps he's right.

No, no. Look, you and I, that's,
uh... that's not a good idea.

You must go to my father at once

and convince him that your
friend D'argo is not a threat.

Come. I'll take you.

D'argo!

This way.

(yelling)

D'argo!

No!

Stop! What are you doing?

Let me go!

Rokon!

Tell them to let me go!

Let me go! Rokon!

Stop it!

She set us up.

Crichton:
No, she didn't! So shut up.

(snoring)

Lishala:
I told you,

they don't mean us any harm!

Why won't you listen to me?

Rokon! Rokon!

Let go of me!

(grunts)

(Rygel grunts softly)

(muffled grunt)

You are charged with the crime
of assault against the personal
guards of the grondeer.

Gracious grondeer, I've always
told you the truth.

This whole thing started when
you asked me to sit beside you.

It made Rokon think that I was
trying to steal Lishala's heart.

That's a lie!

Enough!

My daughter's heart is not
an object to be possessed
or stolen.

She is free to give it
as she chooses.

Try telling him that.

It's the stranger that
disrupts our peace!

And now his ally, this
man-creature, threatens
our very safety.

The crime of assault against my
personal guards carries the
sentence of death.

No!

Please. I know they're
not dangerous.

Please, they're no threat...

Be quiet or be removed!

But since I believe you are
not entirely at fault,

you shall be banished to work
the compound at Lomata-kai for a
period of ten cycles.

Kato-Re, you are wrong.

Grondeer, I remind you,
the law is very explicit.

The law is my domain.

(Rygel gasping)

Seize that!

Kato-Re:
Here!

What do you have in there?

(gasping)

Man:
It is him!

A-lu-e-masata!

It's him. Look.

Man:
A-lu-e-masata!

So glad you could join us,
Your Eminence.

Hmm?

Masata. Masata.

(crowd chanting):
A-lu-e-masata...

Rygel:
Crichton, what the
frell is going on?

I think...

They think...

you're God.

Rygel:
No.

Not a God, but a sovereign.

Oh, it's perfectly
understandable.

My, uh... um, uh, my empire
included tens of thousands
of planets and species.

This simply must be one of them.

You know, this grondeer's hut
is really quite comfortable.

We are nowhere near Hyneria.

We are in the Uncharted
Territories.

What are your subjects doing
all the way out here?

There's no telling how far
my influence extends.

May we, Your Eminence?

Hmm? May you what?

We're here to bathe you.

(chortling)

Rygel:
You may go.

I'll see to it that no more
harm comes to you.

(chuckling):
Mmm...

Maid:
Ah...

(chortling)

Tickles.

How's it going?

Well, I've almost finished
with the projectile.

But the shielded power source
is another matter entirely.

I don't know enough of the
necessary science to build it.

Can't believe this, but
I need Crichton.

Well, Moya's isolated bio-prints
of the most complex life-forms.

See this orange marks here.

They indicate habitat.
A settlement, possibly
a village.

And the dark area?

Well, according to Pilot it's
the focal point of negative
power drain.

But look, these three
marks here.

Three distinct life-forms.

Clearly different from
all the others.

Is it possible?

Crichton, D'argo, Rygel.

Well, we know where
to send this,

but I have no shielded power
source to pack on board.

However, we can use it to point
them in the right direction.

Mmmm....

Oh, this is too, too much.

Keep it coming.

Fruit, shakland jerky, oh, ohh!

Excuse me, Your Eminence.

Oh. Shoo-shoo, shoo.

(chortling)

(giggling)

Rygel:
Enter.

Your loyal subjects are
preparing a little
celebration for you.

Excellent.

Where they officially accept
you as their masata

and you fulfill your part
in the Prophesy.

Hmm? Which part of what
Prophesy?

That's what we're trying
to find out.

They don't like talking to
strangers about their religion.

Religion? Dah!

I told you, I'm their Dominar,
not their god.

Well, they don't think so.

They think you're some
kind of savior.

Huh?

Neera:
Your Eminence.

Doesn't anybody knock?

A-lu-e-masata, most humble
masata, forgive me.

Your grand celebration
is being prepared.

Ah, yes, of course.

Where I'm expected to fulfill
my part in the Prophesy.

Now, for my part in the
Prophesy, I shall require
the sacred text.

Neera:
The Timbala?

Yes, yes, the Timbala.

It is written in the
ancient language.

There are very few who
can read it.

Only Priestan, like myself,
and of course, you.

Hmm...

I look forward to the honor of
officiating at the celebration.

(nervous murmur)

How did you know about
the sacred text?

Where were you brought up?
Every religion's got one.

Look, relax.

The answer to this whole masata
thing must be in here somewhere.

Can you read it?

It's in the ancient Hynerian.

I had a coterie of tutors all
through my youth who did nothing

but instruct me in the
ancient language.

Can you read it?

(inhales sharply)

I will try.

Hey.

Are you immortal too,
like the masata?

When were you going to tell me?

I thought we had a
future together.

(sighs)

Lishala...

our futures were never
meant to be one.

Doesn't matter anyway.

Now that he's come, all our
futures are different now.

It is written in the Prophesy.

Lishala, what is the Prophesy?

He's the masata.

Through the Priestan,
he's protected us,

guided us, ruled us throughout
our exile on this planet.

Later, after the celebration
he'll rise up and lead us
to the light.

Wait. You think that Rygel is
going to take you off
this planet?

Whether we want to go or not.

Lishala, Rygel is not a
spiritual being.

He doesn't have any
special powers.

That's not true.

We've worshipped his idol
for generations.

And now he has returned, just as
it's written in the Timbala.

Your Timbala, your beliefs,

they're wrong.

-A flesh and blood Dominar...
-No!

has been presented to you
as some kind of a god.

It's not true.

If he is the real masata,

he'll rise up and lead us
to the light.

If he does not prove himself
the true masata tonight,

he will suffer a torturous death
beyond any other

and so will you.

(ceremonial music playing)

The party's just getting
started. Looks like you're
the guest of honor.

Rygel, you'd better find
something we can use.

The ancestors of these people,
these Acquarans,

they were colonists, sent out
from my empire during the reign
of Rygel the Tenth.

They were meant to expand the
influence of my people's
monarchy.

And they were...

they were abandoned.

Rygel the Tenth sent them here.

Then he...

Rygel, what?

Whatever's causing the power
drain across the planet is
intentional.

There's some sort of device sent
by my empire that purposely

keeps these people on this
planet so that they can't
travel,

can't learn of other cultures.

Can't be anything other than the
blind followers of the
family of Rygel.

What's this about you being
some kind of masata?

A lot of this is new.

The Priestans have made it up.

Elevated my ancestors
and me to gods,

to elevate themselves.

But I must tell them.

Explain.

I'm Rygel the Sixteenth.

They must listen.

Rygel, look at them out there.

They aren't preparing for the
return of a worldly king.

They're preparing for the
return of their savior.

Then we're frelled.

(rhythmic drumming)

(man shouting ceremonial words)

Well akuna matata, masata.

We've got a big problem.

They're all expecting
slug-man here

is going to rise up and lead
them into the light.

We know. It is written in the
Timbala.

Rygel:
It's a metaphor, that's all.

A-a colorful bit of
descriptive language

to infer the guiding of people
to a better way of life.

Listen, Rygel.

To these people it's not
any damn metaphor.

They are burning their
possessions.

D'argo:
They are expecting you to rise
up and part the heavens.

But I... I can't do that.

I...

I... ohh!

No! No wait!

I command you!

(gasps)

Great.

This current bio-print reading
shows all three targeted
life-forms

are very close to the
vortex sight.

Right. Let's drop it right
in their laps.

Programming targeting
coordinates.

Clear to launch.

Now.

She's on optimal trajectory.

If everything goes smoothly we
should have contact in...

(computer beeping)

We've lost her.

It's the power vortex.

No signal, no data, no contact.

She is gone.

So, now all we can do is wait.

And pray for a miracle.

Rygel:
People of Acquara!
Loyal subjects.

In this time of... of... hope,

of, uh of greater understanding,

it is my wish that you will
understand that we have
much to accomplish

together, as a united people
before, um, and, uh...
by my hand

uh... I shall rise up and
lead you to the light.

So, as we embark together on
this great journey forward,

uh, could, uh, take a
very long time.

No!

It is written that the masata
will rise up and lead us
to the light.

Rygel:
But that's just a metaphor.

Uh... uh... and as your leader,
your Dominar,

I command that you
should wait...

Neera:
The sacred Timbala does not
command us to wait!

It states without question,
by the hand of the masata
shall he rise

and lead us to the light.

Rise and lead us to the light.

(all chanting):
Rise up and lead us
to the light!

Listen!

Listen to me!

I... I...

I can't!

False god. He's not the masata!

False god!

(all chanting):
False god!

Ouch.

False god! False god!

But I never was a god!

Seize him!

(gasps)

D'argo:
Crichton...

D'Argo, let me go!

Crichton!

Crichton, help me!

For God's sake, D'argo!
They're going to fry Rygel.

We'll be no help to anyone
if they fry us too.

(projectile whistling)

Okay, I give up. What is it?

It's from Moya.
Thermal storage casing.

Looks like the girls are trying
to send us a message.

That's coordinates.

(drumming and chanting)

Rygel:
You have been wronged!

Horribly wronged by my empire!

I admit that!

But your belief that I am a
god is also wrong!

Let me explain! Please!

Let me explain!

It is how it must be.

No, it is not. Why can't we
decide our own fate?
Make our own rules?

(gasping):
Whaa...

Stop!

(drumming and chanting stop)

(mumbling):
Poor Rygel.

Let him go.

You've been betrayed.

All of you.

You've been forced to live
on this planet

against your will as were your
ancestors before you.

Don't listen to him.

There is a device.

A device which drains all power
sources. It keeps your machinery
from working.

There is no device.

This device sends an invisible
pulse which blankets the entire
planet's surface.

(yells)

No!

When your ancestors first
arrived at this planet their
starships functioned,

as did all the machines
that they left behind.

But you've been lied to.

First by those who left you here
and then by the Priestans.

(crowd murmuring)

You dare attack the Priestans?!

That's the highest sacrilege.

Rygel:
No!

The highest sacrilege is
purposely keeping your
own people ignorant

and subjugated for your
own glorification!

Lies!

You have no proof of anything!

Rygel:
Yes, I have!

In the Timbala.

But only the Priestans
have read it.

If it is true, that would mean
the Priestans have lied to us
for generations.

That cannot be.

Kill him, Rokon.

He's mad, just kill him.

Don't, Rokon.

-Kill him, Rokon.
-Don't!

Kill him, Rokon!

If what you are saying is true
then where is this device?

Where is it?!

I'm not entirely sure Rokon,

but the people from my ship just
sent the coordinates.

Just give me a chance
to find it...

(yells)

"By the hand of the masata shall
he rise up and lead us
to the light!"

Sparky, you're up!

D'argo!

(yelling)

Rygel, the impression!

Your hands! Right there!

Masata.

(all chanting):
A-lu-e-masata.

No. Cease.

I command it.

I have not risen.

I am not a deity.

I am but a worthy being
like yourselves.

But I am your sovereign.

A-lu-e-masata.

A-lu-e-masata.

A-lu-e-masata.

The slug who would be king.

A-lu-e-masata.

Kato-Re:
I wish you could stay
here with us, Dominar.

Oh, as do I, my friend. As do I.

But I must continue
on my journey.

And if those Peacekeepers I
mentioned should arrive here...

We shall tell them nothing
of your visit.

Provisions for your journey?

Hmm?

Oh, oh, this is so generous.

I...

I wish I had more of
a gift for you.

You've given us the greatest
gift of all, Dominar Rygel.

You've given us our freedom.
Now we can stay in our
beloved Acquara.

And so you do not forget us,

we've prepared you a
special gift.

(gasps)

Shakloom jerky.

Mmmm? Yeah?

(sniffing)

Go on.

Eat it.

(laughing)

You take care of her, Rokon.

I will.

Your mother, will she...?

She will survive her
displacement.

You've often said you
love this place.

Why don't you stay and
help us rebuild?

I wish I could.

But my future is with
my own kind.

I'll continue my journey.

We'll miss you.

D'argo:
Crichton! It's time to go.

Gotta go.

Guess I got some apologies to
make up on the ship.

Zhaan, Aeryn, you.

Forget about that.

Was it worth the trouble, human?

Hah...

What trouble?

Let's hit the road.