All language subtitles for Farscape 1999 S1E8

Zhaan:
I'll see if I can find some
medication for Rygel.

(high-pitched squawking)

Hey, little guy.

Aeryn, check this out.

One critter, two-part harmony.

Trelkez.

Don't get it, then.
Too few heads.

They come with more?

Yeah. The more heads,
the better value they are.

Their brains are the
tastiest part.

(chuckling):
Yeah, right.

Like you'd cook this guy
and eat his brains.

Cook? Never. Raw.

Zhaan:
No, Rygel I haven't found
you any medicine yet.

Hurry up.

I'm very sick. I'm dying.

You only have a touch of
Klendian flu. It's not fatal.

We only wish it were.

I'm suffering here.

(coughing and sneezing)

Your pardon?

I sell jikset root, among other
interesting things.

Then you're a gift from
the Goddess.

(blowing raspberry)

Hey, you with the big feet!

Now do you want a hand
with your problem?

Help's right here and his
name is Haloth.

Thanks, pal, but I think my
problems are a little
out of your league.

Oh, incorrect.

Haloth can fix up your crummy
life, John Crichton.

How do you know my name?

Ha. I know lots of things.

First, you're dying to
get home to Earth.

Second, there's a Peacekeeper
cruiser hunting you.

Third, you're not
interested, are you?

Oh, well. Sorry to bother you.

Ho-ho-hold it!

This is a scam, right?

(chuckling)
Right?

You must have heard Zhaan or
D'argo telling somebody
all this, right?

How could I have
overheard this?

Your mother's maiden name
is McDougall.

You skipped third grade.

And you lost your virginity
to Karen Shaw in the back
of a minivan.

(giggling)

(giggles)

No. It wasn't a minivan.
It was a four-by.

John, John, you're
grabbing at straws.

Look, what's wrong with
listening to the pitch?

You don't like the product,
you don't have to buy it.

Last chance, Johnny-O.

You want to meet Haloth,
walk this way.

If not...

hit the bricks.

My name is Haloth.

Welcome to my home.

How did I get here?

Oh, the words I need elude
translation's grasp.

Suffice to say, I simply
wished you here.

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.

Oh, dried gavork!

Oh, quite aromatic.

Oh, I've never seen
such quality.

I'm honored to be complimented
by a Delvian Pa'u.

Twelfth Level, are you?

Only ninth, I'm afraid.

Ninth is impressive enough.

What's this?

Trellon oil.

Careful with that.

Toxic?

Quite the contrary.

It's a sensual stimulant.

Enriches the conjugal
experience.

You can vouch for this
personally?

Yes, though it was
some time ago.

It's still potent.

Nonetheless, I suggest you
test it before you buy.

Alone?

As you choose.

But I'm willing to
stand by my products.

Let me see what else you
have to offer.

Okay, you brought me here.

What else can you do?

Alas, I cannot transport
you back to Earth

or act as guide or compass
to that end.

You can't send me home and you
can't even point me in the
right direction.

You are a fugitive pursued
by Crais,

who bears a dark desire
for revenge,

although you did not seek
his brother's death.

Lieutenant Orn:
Captain Crais, all the
marauders have reported in.

They're low on fuel, sir.
They must return.

The marauders will launch the
moment they're refueled.

Captain, the marauders have
been on continuous patrol.

The pilots are so fatigued
that it would be dangerous
to launch...

It's far more dangerous for a
Peacekeeper unable or unwilling
to do his duties.

Do you understand?

Yes, sir.

Captain, priority communication
from High Command.

In my chamber, Lieutenant.

How, how did you...?

Never mind.
How, however you know...

you're right.

But it was an accident.

If I could only tell Crais
that, make him understand.

Oh, that knowledge would dispel
his vengeful thirst.

My talents can provide you
with the means.

I can talk to Crais?

You can set that up?

I'll summon the powers
for this task.

Hey, wait, I got a couple
of questions...

Couple of thousand
more questions.

(beeping)

Captain Crais,

you are to cease your pursuit
of the escaped leviathan
transport.

Withdraw from the Uncharted
Territories at once

and return to First Command
for new orders.

The Council awaits a full
explanation of your failure.

The Admiral wanted you to hear
this in case I refused.

He'd expect me to take over
command in that event.

And would you?

My first loyalty is
to my captain.

And mine is to the Council.

But perhaps I can negotiate
for more time.

Is there any other record
of this transmission?

No.

Dismissed.

My name is Haloth.

Welcome to my home.

What is this place?

Where's my ship?!

Your swift and mighty vessel is
undisturbed, traversing
territories yet unmapped.

Return me at once or die!

I'll not, for first, I'll have
you hear my words.

(yelling)

Before you vainly try
and do me harm,

behold this glimpse of one
whose death you've sworn.

Crichton.

What are you?

A friend, who'll give you
Crichton, for a price.

What price?

Tell me!

Where's Crichton?
He keeps wandering off.

He's over this way.
I can smell him.

Wait. You can smell Crichton
in all of this?

Yes. His odor is even
stronger than yours.

I don't have an odor.

Crichton!

Is he alive?

Get Zhaan. Now!

Haloth:
Oh, dear. Oh, dear!

Friend Crichton, I have news
that you will not like.

No luck, huh?

You couldn't find Crais?

Actually, I found him
quite easily.

Crais.

No obvious injuries.

Could he have been poisoned?

Who on this planet would
want to harm him?

Well, someone has.

(snarling)

This one says that she saw
Crichton entering the dwelling.

He was alone, I swear.

You're lying to me. You saw him
with someone, didn't you?

No!

(snarls)

It was Maldis, wasn't it?

Who is Maldis?

He's not really here. He's a...

he's a hologram, right?

I am here, Crichton.

To talk.

To kill you.

Hey...

Just put that thing down.

I'm.. I'm not going
to fight you.

(both grunting)

Why are you doing this?
We had a deal!

My services have found
a better price.

I'm playing for bigger
stakes now, John.

You can still talk to Crais.

Just don't expect him
to listen!

(cackling)

(screams)

This cut wasn't here before.

Look at this.

Your companion is as
good as dead.

And so are the rest of you.

Is he contagious?

It's not a disease that's
done this.

It's something much worse.

A dark and dangerous force.

Wielded by an evil sorcerer
whose name is Maldis.

He feeds upon pain and death.

Gaining strength by tapping
into the life energy of others.

Maldis invaded our planet and
killed half our population.

We who survive are prisoners
kept alive only at
Maldis's whim.

So this entire planet is
subjugated by one man.

Not a man.

A cruel and malevolent being
who's learned how to transcend
corporeal form.

If you all rose against him...

We'd all die.

I know how invincible Maldis is.

Before he came, I was
a high priest.

You were?

I fought back but my spiritual
powers weren't strong enough.

It amuses Maldis to keep me
alive in poverty.

He especially likes fresh
victims.

The rest of you will
soon follow.

Not if we leave this
planet first.

You can't escape
Maldis's grasp.

Even in space, hundreds,
thousands of metras away,
he can get at you.

And do what?

This.

He can rip your spirit
from your body.

How can we fight against that?

We can fight.
Where is this Maldis?

He's taken over the complex
at the end of the bazaar.

None of us go near it.

Well, he's done very well to
terrorize primitive people.

Let's go back to Moya get some
weapons and see how he does
against a pair of soldiers.

He'll find you soon, you know.

What the hell are you doing?

He wants to kill me.

No, really?

Fathom that.

Oh, by the way.

My name is Maldis.

But you can address me as
Haloth if you like.

I got a lot of names, John-boy.

Call me whatever pops your cork.

Yeah.

Right.

You're a regular
Laurence Olivier.

Why are you doing this?

What did he offer you?

Much bigger stakes than you can
and the bidding's closed.

Here you are. Here he is.

Now deal with it.

(mocking laughter)
-Damn it.

Rygel:
Looks dead to me.

Don't start, Rygel.

Why did you bring him here?

For safekeeping.

Someone needs to tend to him
if he starts to bleed again.

Shouldn't Zhaan do that?

She says that she is busy.

She's helping by applying some
Delvian mysticism to
the situation.

Well, it doesn't help my
situation, does it?

Or have you forgotten
how sick I am?

This should help.

It is ointment of yuvo.

It'll help clear your
breathing passages.

D'argo, let's get those weapons.

Yuck, it smells like trat.

(sneezes)

There is nothing to be done.

As soon as Maldis is finished
with your companion

he will come after the
rest of you.

We must fight him.

I've already told you.
I'm no match for him.

But what if you and I
combine our powers?

You cultivated your power
to help others.

Can you use it as a weapon?

I can try, if you guide me.

Can you be guided?

It's not just a matter
of skill.

It's intent.

You must want to do harm,
cause pain, even kill.

You are a ninth level Pa'u.

You simply aren't capable
of that.

I once was.

There are no exits.

Save your energy for
fighting Crais.

I'm not playing your sick game.

Maybe you're not, but he is.

Murderer!

Listen to me. I didn't
murder your brother.

You destroyed his Prowler.

Excellent, Crais, now
finish him off.

It was an accident.

Too slow. You missed
your chance.

(chirping)

Liko:
Your first lesson,

inflicting pain.

(chirping)

Go on.

Hurt the beast.

If you can't inflict pain,
you'll have no chance
against Maldis.

How can you be so sure that
Maldis will come after
the rest of us?

Because you're new, alive
and vital.

Not beaten and depleted like
this planet's population.

Feeding upon all of you will
increase his power unless
you and I stop him.

(sighs)

(wailing)

More.

More.

(screeching)

I can't.

You must.

(sniffling)

You're right, I was once
capable of cruelty,

but now I have evolved
past that.

Evolved?

Try repressed.

You've choked off all your
real emotions.

That's not true.

You think you've smothered your
inner fire and found
enlightenment.

But all you've done is
make yourself cold.

Look at you!

Struggling to contain what
you're feeling.

Fighting to keep control.

What is it you're so afraid of?

I'm not afraid.

Come on. You're terrified.

I am a Delvian Pa'u.

Nothing can frighten me
if I do not wish it.

You can't wish your fear away.
Face it.

Admit what it is you're
scared of.

Are you afraid of Maldis?

You can destroy him.

That's what terrifies me.

Oh, mama!

Sebaceans don't care much
for heat, do you?

Crais, lay off for a minute
and listen to me.

Why? So you can beg
for your life?

So I can tell you why
your brother died.

Tell me then.
Tell me why he died.

First, you tell me something.

My module, the one I
was piloting.

How does it compare
with your Prowlers?

Primitive, no weapons,
no defense shield.

A windup toy, right?

Yet my species is so primitive
we all live on one planet.

I was orbiting it when a
wormhole sucked me
onto your turf.

I didn't intend it and I'd go
home in a second if I could.

I believe you'd say anything
to save your life.

It's the truth.

You think I attacked
your brother?

Oh, yeah, I popped into the
middle of a giant space battle

and decided to go one-on-one
with a total stranger

in a far superior ship.

Does that make any sense?

You rammed his Prowler.

He ran into me.

You killed him.

It was an accident.

Why do you keep blaming me?

I did everything I could
to avoid him.

Maldis:
Most eloquent, Crichton.

Almost sounded sincere.

It was sincere, you son of a...

But futile.

Let me spread some light
on Crais's hostility.

Father?

How dare you bring
this man here!

Don't worry, Crais.

I wouldn't touch your father.

This is simply an image
from your past.

Bialar!

Tauvo.

Come here, please.

That's right.

Bialar Crais, the acorn,
and the mighty oak.

Maldis!

Remove these images!

It's time, sons.

The recruiter is here
to pick you up.

Stay close to Tauvo.

Give him guidance.

I'm counting on you
to protect him.

Do you understand?

Bialar!

Is that real?

You didn't choose to
be a Peacekeeper?

You and your brother were
shanghaied from your home.

Enough.

We were selected for
Peacekeeper training.

It is a great honor.

Maldis:
Yes, wasn't it?

Just imagine how proud your
father would be

if he knew that his sons both
rose from the ranks.

Officer Tauvo Crais reporting.

It's an honor to be
on board, sir.

Captain's bars suit you,
my brother.

No!

Maldis!

Why are you doing this to him?

Just to jog his memory a bit.

Of course his brother's
current appearance

is more like this.

(yells)

And Crichton did that to him!

(wailing)

Crais:
Stop this.

(screams)

Maldis:
You know what I think, John?

You can talk till your
tongue falls out.

He's going to kill you,
regardless.

(screams)

Aeryn:
Right, let's do it.

This door is protected
by an evil spell.

There's no such thing.

Then why can we not
get through?

Zhaan, the door will not open.
We cannot get inside.

Even if you could, Maldis in
his incorporeal form cannot be
hurt by weapons like those.

Then what can hurt him?

I can.

Oh, well, then, after you.

What are you waiting for?

A third choice.

Though, I know there
are only two.

Let that evil flourish,

or unleash another evil
against it.

How would you choose?

I suppose I would choose
the lesser evil.

Well then, there's no reason
to delay, is there?

Maldis is that way.

But we cannot get through
that door.

Well, we'll keep trying.

Crais!

(grunts)

You can't run forever.

I can wait.

Enjoying yourself, Crais?

Maldis sure is.

He wants us to fight.

You ever wonder why?

I don't care why.

He's feeding off us.

He's drawing energy.

Notice how jazzed up he gets
every time we go at it

and how tired he looks
when we don't?

That's why he showed you
your brother.

Crais...

he's pushing your buttons.

Maldis... doesn't command me!

Don't fool yourself, buddy.

Maldis is your enemy here,
not me.

It won't work.

Nothing can stop me from
killing you.

Look, just listen.

Please, listen.

You're beating yourself up

because you were supposed
to protect your brother.

I understand that now.

And you can believe this
or you can shine it,

but honest to God, I tried
to get clear.

I didn't mean for him to crash,

and I'm sorry he's dead.

You understand that?

It doesn't matter.

Doesn't matter?

It changes nothing.

Tauvo is dead.

Struck down by a weak,
pathetic, inferior being.

It must be avenged!

I swear in Tauvo's name,
Crichton,

you will die in my hands.

Crais, wait!

Maldis:
You're not nearly as thick
as I thought, John.

You begin to understand
what I'm all about.

Yeah.

You're a vampire.

I admit it.

I feed on death.

But don't we all?

Some eat plants, some, meat.

I consume the life
essence itself.

Preferably medium rare.

So why not just kill us?

Why all the foreplay?

Death is the main course.

All this is the appetizer.

Crais is coming.

Will you run or fight?

I'm getting hungry again.

Breaks my heart.

(mewling)

I apologize for my behavior.

Continue.

Rygel:
Zhaan, where are you?

This goo you sent up
is worthless.

What are you going to
do about it?

Wait.

This is a better lesson.

Zhaan? Zhaan?

Give pain to Rygel?

Zhaan, did you hear me?

I demand you bring me
something that works.

But he's aboard Moya.
I cannot reach that far.

You can with my help.

Why don't you answer me?

What are you doing down there?

Can you find me a
remedy or not?

And if not, why are we
still here?

We should leave this useless
planet immediately

and find a place where I can
get some relief from
this cursed...

(groaning)

(labored breathing)

(groaning)

(sighs)

(sniffling)

(grunts)

Part of me enjoyed that.

We're nearly ready.

Lieutenant Orn:
The captain is incapacitated.

You must remove him and
assume command.

Lieutenant Teeg:
Not while there's a chance
of reviving him.

If you want official
authorization I'll contact
High Command...

There will be no communication
outside this ship unless I
expressly order it!

Dismissed.

We're not giving up.

How can we fight a battle when
the enemy's defenses cannot
even be breached?

We will breach them even if I
have to blast this door down.

Actually, that might work.

If I overload this pulse rifle

then the resulting explosion
should be enough to take out
this entire wall.

It won't work.

It might work.

Can't have that.

What happened?

I don't know.

(hissing)

Crichton:
Captain Bialar Crais?

Let's say you do kill me.
What happens then?

Think Maldis hands you a trophy
and zaps you off to your ship?

What's to stop you from
bringing your Command Carrier

back to the planet and toasting
the whole place?

Think he's going to risk that?

Come on, Crais.

He may not even let you kill me.

He may drag this thing out for
years and then kill us himself.

Is your vengeance satisfied
if Maldis kills me?

No.

Come on, Crais.

Who's your big enemy,
me or Maldis?

Can you put your revenge on hold
and start thinking like
a Peacekeeper?

What do you propose, Crichton?

A truce.

We join forces and nail Maldis.

We can't even lay hands on him.

His power can't be infinite.

He's got to have some weakness.

If we both stay calm and
unemotional, he can't recharge.

We can starve him out.

Come on, Crais.

This may be our best chance.

I agree.

A truce.

My oath as a Peacekeeper.

Good. Truce it is.

Now first question is,
how much power...

(gasps)

(gasps)

(yelling)

(groaning)

Maldis:
What's the matter with
you, Crichton?

Are all the species on your
planet this dim?

It's kill or be killed.

Rygel:
I don't know why I'm bothering.
I don't care what Aeryn thinks.

You certainly look dead to me.

I don't know your customs
for these situations.

Not that I care.

So I'll give you the Hynerian
Ceremony of Passage and
be done with it.

(clears throat)

"John Crichton, valued friend."

Now wait a minute, "valued
friend" is a bit of a stretch.

"John Crichton, unwelcome
shipmate."

Hmm.

"may you have safe transport
to the hallowed realm."

Hmm...

Actually, not our
hallowed realm.

No, that's for Hynerians.

Go find your own
hallowed realm.

With the Ceremony of
Passage complete,

I declare you officially dead,

and claim all your possessions
for myself.

Now...

(grunting)

(groaning)

(grunting)

I'd say you dislocated that.

(gasping)

Happened to you once before,
didn't it?

When you trashed your
motorcycle,

and the only way for you
to get home...

(grunting)

was to pop it in yourself.
Pretty gutsy.

So why do you keep playing
hide-and-seek with Crais?

Take him on!

What's the matter, Maldis?
Blood sugar level getting low?

Need another hit of violence to
kick up the old energy level?

Yes.

I'm getting tired of appetizers.

It's time to dine.

(laughing)

What, is that supposed to
motivate me?

No.

But maybe this will.

Only one of you has to die.

Oh, yeah.

And what's the other one get?
A free trip to Bermuda?

Well, back to your ship anyway.

Believe me, I give you my word.

(laughing)

Like that's worth anything.

It's better that Crais's,
I assure you.

Crais is an animal.

I thought I could reason
with him.

You can't.

It's him or you.

Shh. Shut up.

I've had enough of both of you.

Well, you want gladiators, fine.

You got 'em.

Tell Crais that I'm
waiting for him.

So you're done talking to him?

Yeah!

All done.

When we reach Maldis,
you must not hold back.

Strike with all our
combined strength.

No hesitation.

No weakness.

No mercy.

The good captain is here.

I'll leave you to it.

(Crichton yelling)

Where's Crais?

I had him.

I returned him to his ship.

Bring him back!

I had him!

Yes, you did.

Took you long enough.

But you finally did
what I wanted.

What you wanted?!

I thought you were hungry.
You wanted death.

I do.

But I'm planning for
the long term.

Bigger stakes, remember?

It's not you or Crais I'm
interested in,

it's that glorious death
machine of his.

Just think what I could do with
a Peacekeeper Command Carrier.

Carnage on a truly
massive scale.

You...

you want him to keep
pursuing me,

so if he brings his ship
within reach...

Absolutely.

He was seriously thinking
of taking it home.

Can you believe that?

But now he'll never turn back.

Deeper and deeper into
Uncharted Territory he'll go.

And sooner or later, that
ship will be mine.

And then...

Damn you!

(Maldis laughing evilly)

Temper, temper.

By the way, John...

I was telling the truth.

One of you has returned
to his ship.

And now, the other has to die.

(groaning)

Die.

John!

I've broken through.

I've made him tangible.

He's all yours now.

(whimpering)

Rygel!

What the hell are you...

what? Where am I?

You... you died down
on the planet.

D-D'argo and A-Aeryn brought
your corpse up here.

And I, I revived you.

Oh, yes, the others...

yeah, they wanted to set
your body adrift.

Uh... but-but I insisted I
could save your life.

And I did.

Course you did.

(laughing)

Oh, it's not Kansas.

And you're way too homely to be
Auntie Em, but come here, Toto.

(laughing)

Liko.

(gasping)

I gave you all I... had.

You're dying.

Let me help you.

You already have.

Maldis is gone.

The price was worth paying.

I only regret...

that you and I...

Crais:
I do not need further
examination.

I'm fully recovered.

Doctor, you will omit this
entire incident from your
medical log.

Your utter failure to diagnose
and treat my affliction

will go unreported and
unpunished.

You're dismissed.

Has there been any communication
with High Command?

Uh, no, sir.

Lieutenant Orn wanted to get
their authorization to
terminate you, sir,

but I overruled him.

Then no one outside this
chamber knows of the
Admiral's orders.

I saw to that, sir.

(neck cracking)

Lieutenant Orn. Status report.

Orn:
All marauders report
negative, sir.

Then widen the search
to dekka three.

Take us deeper into the
Uncharted Territories.

Yes, sir.

Crichton,

I will find you again.

(beeping and squeaking)

D'argo:
Zhaan...

Crichton told us that you two
killed Maldis.

Even in his semi-corporeal
form, Maldis could not
be killed.

But he could be dispersed.

He will coalesce someday.

Zhaan...

I feel I must apologize to you
for mocking your courage.

I see now that you are more of
a warrior than I ever thought.

What is the matter with her?

You called her a warrior.

You could not have cut
her more deeply.

I just don't know, D.K.

Maybe it was always a stupid
thought, but I...

I just figured if could sit
Crais down and talk to him,

I could convince him I wasn't
the murderer he thinks I am.

Well, I had my chance.

And I'm never going to
get another one.

And he's going to keep at it
till one of us dies.

Zhaan.

Well, you look about as
cheerful as I do.

Come on, talk to me.

What's up?

John, before I became
a priest, I...

I was a savage.

Yeah, I think...

I remember you saying that.

I don't know that I ever
believed it.

You've never seen that
part of me.

I thought I'd eradicated it,
forever.

Well, you resurrected it once,
to deal with Maldis,
so it's over.

No, it's not.

I feel it inside me still.

Now I have to rid myself
of it again,

and I don't know if I can
do it, John.

Well, is there anything
I can do to help?

Aw, come on, there must
be something.

I mean, even if it's just
being a good listener.

No one can help me.

I'm... I'm sorry.