All language subtitles for Farscape S4E5

Previously on Farscape.

Aeryn is with child.

Aeryn, why didn't you tell me?

Still obsessed, I see.

She say anything to you
before she left?

He'll never bother you again.

Is he dead?
- Yes, I think so.

Say skernac. It'll save you.

Bury him.

They have body armor?
- They're shielded.

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

Ka D'Argo, a received
transmission awaits your review.

We have an answering machine.

Ka D'Argo, Moya and I have
received your signal.

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

Pilot.

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

And now on Farscape.

How much frelling longer?

If this is the right vector,
where is your Leviathan?

Can you check the environmentals?
The air stinks in here.

I have topher root if
anyone's hungry.

Absolutely not.

Fun traveling with kids,
ain't it?

There she is.

Pilot, Moya looks beautiful.

She thanks you, Ka D'Argo.

We are eager to have
you back aboard.

Not as eager as we are.

Open up the bay.
We're coming in.

Pilot, you and Moya okay?

We are well.
- Pilot knows. Knows what happened.

So shut up and let him tell us.

Tell what?

Where the prang have you been?

We stopped at Arnessk, then searched
for you at the Burial Grounds.

Back it up a sec.

Moya was sucked down a wormhole
and spat out again.

What happened in the middle?

My memory is unclear.

We were not harmed
merely examined.

By who? Neeyala's
Pathfinder buddies?

I couldn't say.
- You truly remember nothing more?

Nothing of importance.

We await your arrival.

How odd.

He told me he remembered.

Something's very wrong.

I mean, what if?

What if the people that
examined Moya are still aboard?

Maybe it's a trap.

One sure way to find out.

Walk straight into it. Okay.
Weapons are primed.

Right. I'll take point. Everybody
else stay put till I give the word.

Aeryn.

You've come back.

Everything's gonna
be all right.

Everything...

is gonna be...

Baby, you’re burning up.

I've...

I've got Heat Delirium.

You have to promise me
something.

Promise you what?

You have to promise that
you will not kill him.

Won't kill who?

He found me. He saved my life.

Who saved your life? Who?

I did.

No!

You're dead! I saw you.

You're buried. You're dead.

What did you do to her?

I have put her in this coolant
suit, to stabilize her fever.

You're weak. You must resume
the full cooling treatment.

You don't tell her what to do.

D, get out here!

No, he's right, and he's
not a threat.

He's always a threat.

No, lower your weapons.

Scorpius, stand aside!

Aeryn.

What's he done to her?

I gave my word that he
would not be harmed.

Put your weapons down.

And you expect us to
honor that promise?

Yes, or I leave Moya now.

What's he doing here?
What does he want?

He wants asylum.

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.

Asylum?

What is it with Peacekeepers?

First they hunt us,
then they wanna move in?

Wh-what are we, a bed
and breakfast?

We have a sign outside that
says "Free HBO"?

Okay, space him.
- Yes.

No.
- Let her rest.

Allow her to return to the
chamber, then we will talk.

Chiana...

Aeryn needs help.

You promise me that you
will not harm him.

You promise me.

I promise.

What did you do to her?

I saved her. Yes.

She was alone, wounded,
adrift in a Prowler.

In an advanced state
of Heat Delirium.

Had I not found her...

How did you find her?

I was looking for all of you.

Get it through your head,
Scorpius.

You will never get the
wormhole tech from me.

I could not use it even if I...

I merely want to safeguard it
and hope,

that when the inevitable
Scarran bloodbath begins,

you make the appropriate
choices.

Oh, so you're here to be
John's protector.

How nice.

I don't believe it.

Kryptonite...

silver bullet...

Buffy?

What's it gonna take to
keep you in the grave?

Perhaps we should just take
your head off. Worked for Durka.

Good advice, John. So why hesitate?
You know what has to be done.

Dammit, Harvey, guns are dangerous,
man and hey, no smokin' in my head!

It'd be foolish to
let him live.

I need to know what
his plan is.

Same as always. Surviv...

To steal what is in here.

So why give him a chance?

What would you have me do?
Whack him straight away?

Without hesitation.

Ah, Scorpius.

Your room's prepared and we've
relocated your possessions.

How many coolant rods
do you need?

Rygel, cut it out.
Aeryn needs those.

Perhaps we should save
them all for Aeryn.

Would have arranged for a fruit basket,
but we didn't know you were coming.

You play nice with the other
kids, all right?

You know what to do.

Watch him at all times.

Pilot of Moya, these consoles
need repairs.

Where are the DRDs?

Busy elsewhere.

Have we been introduced?

I am Sikozu Charnu.

Command function is our
first priority.

Send DRDs immediately.

Ignore her, Pilot.

Hey, well that s a new record.

You've been on the ship
for less than an arn

and you're trying to run it.
Nice.

Chiana, someone has to.

That someone is not you.

You're cargo. Baggage.

You think we forgot you were in
the grave with Scorpius?

He's alive.

You said that he was dead.

I thought he was.

They buried him.

And then what happened?
What, ya dig him up?

Hmm?

Did ya tell him to come here?

Hey, listen to me.

Are you working with him?

Never should have let Aeryn go.

I should have knocked her
down and sat on her.

John, it's not your fault.

I don't know where Crichton is.

Of course it's my fault.

I'm really sorry.

For what?

For everything.

This is not how I pictured
coming back.

It's just fate, as usual,
keeping its bargain,

and screwing us in
the fine print.

So, how'd you catch this cold?

Dancing barefoot in the rain?

I can't talk to you about that.

Why not?

I really want to tell you.

But I can't.

And we need to leave
it at that.

Okay.

It's cold in here.

What kind of room is this?

Um... something to do with
regulating Moya's temperature.

Now how d you find it?

Scorpius did.

'Course he did.

What else does he know that
I don't know?

Does he know how you got the
flu? Did he give it to you?

No.

I had the symptoms before
he found me.

You don't know that, Aeryn. This
is Scorpius we're talking about.

He could have engineered the entire
thing to get his ticket onto Moya.

He didn't.

And I need you, I want you,
to believe that.

You make it very difficult.

Everyone, there's a ship
approaching fast!

Well, Starburst now.
- We can't.

Too much mass, too close.

How can one ship be
too much mass...

Reverse! Get clear of it!

I'm trying, but it's
moving with...

Pilot, can you hear me?

Outside signal.
Overriding Comms.

I am Ullom, Chief Protector
of the Prime Lukythian.

Addressing the Leviathan
designated Moya and all her crew,

including the assassin
Aeryn Sun.

I know she's suffering from
Heat Delirium

because I induced it with a
bio-engineered contagion.

It's genetically encrypted,

making me the only one that can
save her from the Living Death.

Is he for real?

Aeryn?

My proposal is simple.

Aeryn Sun gets this antidote when she
gives me the names of her employers

and her fellow assassins.

I await your reply.

Aeryn, you have to talk to me.

I can't. I gave my word.

To who? Scorpius?

He has nothing to do
with Ullom.

You know the kind of games
he plays, Aeryn.

He took advantage of a situation
he could not have created.

All right, fine. Forget about Scorpius.
Let's talk about Mr. Simple Proposal.

He says you're an assassin. I
call him a lying son of a bitch.

What do you say?

Aeryn, you have to give me
something. I don't care what you did.

I don't care about
your promises.

Just tell me this.

He says he has the only cure.
Do you believe him?

So, tell me.

What am I supposed to
say to the guy?

If you love me,
you say nothing.

Plan?

Yeah. You're gonna
talk Ullom into

letting us aboard
under a flag of truce.

Then we take that flag of truce
and hit him over the head with it.

Mmm... feeble plan.

Give me half an arn with Aeryn and a
tokkar knife and I'll get those names.

All right, your way first.

The missile carries
a pulse charge.

On impact the pulse charge will destroy
the biologics killing the Leviathan.

And it doesn't affect any of
the life forms on board?

The passengers will
be unaffected.

Good. Very Good.

Then why don't we use it?

Not yet.

She wants a Prowler
to carry it.

A projectile with this much
mass belongs on a Marauder.

A Marauder would be detected long
before optimal targeting distance.

Sir, only a Prowler can fly
close enough for a guidance lock.

With that aboard, no Prowler can
fly steady enough to get a lock, sir.

My simulations indicate that a
skilled pilot could manage it.

I'm the best damn
pilot there is.

And I say you're dead wrong.

There's no need to take
rigid positions.

Why not run another round of
simulations and recheck stability.

That should alleviate
your concerns.

What sort of leadership
was that?

Ma'am, this weapon is an unproven
prototype. It needs study.

I don't want studies, Captain.

I want Crichton.

Knock, knock, knock.

Candygram.

Scan showed no weapons on your
Pod nor your persons.

Just as we agreed.

Scans also show you aren't...

Sebacean.

You could have just asked.

Do you want to see Aeryn Sun
suffer the Living Death?

Well, if that's the case.

So, you'll risk your lives
for this antidote.

Cute. Hologram.

And we wanted a face-to-face.

I don't care what you want.

I want the names of those
who hired Sun.

We have no idea.

You played no part in her
monstrous act?

Don't even know what the
monstrous act was.

She and two others invaded
our home world,

and shot their way into the
governing chambers

and assassinated our most
beloved Prime Lukythian.

You know for a fact that
it was her?

Before the killers escaped we
managed to dose them with a contagion

that induces Heat Delirium.

Her illness should be all
the proof you need.

Something's not right.
It should be blue.

Put it back and get
a replacement.

Some fyang powder will
deepen her sleep.

Crichton won't mind.

Is he still aboard the
Lukythian ship?

Yeah, with D'Argo.

Been a long time.
Maybe they're making progress.

Or maybe they've been killed.

You didn't have to say that.

Hmm. I hope this fyang's
still potent.

Yes, it is.

You. Out.

I'm analyzing...
- Now!

But I must know who hired them.

My people are ready to go
to war over this.

You need to know who
paid for the hit?

We don't have a problem with
that. We have a problem with that?

You might tell Sun that
if she'd cooperate,

I'd have no reason to hunt down
the other assassins.

Ullom, I know what you're doing

and you should know by now
that I will not play.

Everyone, Aeryn's up
on The Command...

Aeryn, get back to the
cold room now.

Pilot, send the DRDs.
- You’re dealing with me.

Threatening my friends is
not going to help you.

So, send them home,
and let Moya go.

I am breaking this stalemate.

Goodbye, John.

Pilot! Somebody stop her!

You said she'd cooperate.

I said maybe.

After a suicide attempt?

I've been too patient.

My soldiers could easily
board your ship.

Go ahead! Bring 'em on.

You know damn well
what'll happen.

Aeryn will never allow you
to take her alive.

And I need her more
than you do.

So back off and we'll
get your names.

May I talk to you?

Please do.

Flissok taka!

Stasis command?
You speak Pilot?

It should not even have worked.

They're very badly programmed.

Vakla norrok vez plokon?

Krejna Skarn za?

Za.

Prejor Arnessk...

vech plakato brixa skelt?

Your death would serve me no
purpose, but your life might.

So far it has not.

I could not even prevent your
burial and yet here,

they blame me for
your presence.

How did you survive?

Foresight and preparation.

Why did you come here?

To safeguard John Crichton,
amongst other things.

You do realize that this is
a damaged Leviathan,

with a fraudulent Pilot and a
crew of idiots, do you not?

They need help.

They are more resourceful
than you realize.

Don't be so upset.

Death is nothing to fear.

I should know.

Why won't you allow her to die?

Soon enough, you'll
wish you had.

I'll get the antidote,
end of story.

Oh, that's my Johnny.

Still in denial.

Do you remember what I
said to you once?

Before the Living Death takes hold,
you have to be prepared to kill me.

Promise.

Not a chance.

Why won't you just let her go?

She's not yours.

Point of fact, I never was.

Never will be.

But you'll never be lonely.

Whether I'm...

here...

or here...

or in a grave on Arnessk or a cell
on Moya, you'll never be rid of me.

You have no right to do this.

It's my life.

And what if other people
depend on you?

Ullom doesn't care about anyone
else. He just wants me.

Not as much as I do.

I made a promise. Doesn't that
mean anything to you?

Doesn't life mean
anything to you?

When did you become
an assassin?

When I found a cause
that required it.

So tell me about it.

Tell me the Prime Lukythian
is the devil incarnate.

Tell me you did the
universe a favor.

Tell me why the saints you're
protecting need anonymity.

Tell me it's worth you dying.

It is.

Marauder recons have detected a
Leviathan which might be Moya.

Any recommendations?

Ponara?

Sir.

Is this missile operational?

Absolutely, sir.

Then I recommend we use it.

Ready the Prowler.
I'll fly it myself.

You, sir?
- You're convinced this mission will fail.

You're obviously the wrong
person for the job.

Dismissed.

Dismissed!

Good hunting, Captain.

No, John.

John, you gotta stay away
from Scorpius!

Just gonna to pick his brain.

Yeah, that's what he wants.
A chance to lie to you.

You gotta stay away!

Harvey, cut it out.

Don't you ever do that again.

That's it.

Now, tell Crichton...

So...

that's how you survived.

She was on your team all along.

Untrue.

She has just begun to help.

How?

By sticking another chip
in my head?

Quite the reverse.

This device will take the
neural clone from your mind.

What clone?

John, Officer Sun is in danger,

and so is Moya.

I can help.

Simply clear your mind
and I will help.

No.

Consider this. I saved Officer Sun's
life while the clone killed her.

Don't listen to him, John!

No John, that is not necessary.

I'll get back into the dumpster.

That's not good enough.

Come sit.

What?

This is a private place, Harv.

You don't belong here.

I've been your ally, John.

And your friend.

It's time for you to go.

Take this.

Please.

- How could I leave?
- Your mind is full of so many wondrous memories.

Cool jazz piano, chocolate
ice cream, women's perfume.

Women.

How could you take
that from me?

You're not real.

I'm real to you.

I'm real to myself.

Sit.

Goodbye then, John.

I'll miss you.

Jennok provadag!

Without hesitation.

He's gone.

Harvey's gone.

Now...

help.

What can you do for us?

Information.

In less than three arns,
the Prowler will fire a missile

and Moya will be killed.

If you don't trust me now, then
we're all as good as dead.

And there's no way for us to stop
this Peacekeeper super torpedo?

Once it's locked on, it can ride
Moya's slipstream through Starburst.

So we should Starburst
right now.

Although I know we will not.

No. Not while there's a chance
of getting a cure for Aeryn.

There may be a chance.

Sikozu has a theory about
the Lukythian ship.

Anomalies in its mass readings
have convinced me

it's a chameleon.

A projection.

I buy that.

Those guys are big on holograms.
So how big is the actual ship?

Tiny. Crew of four or
five at most.

That's better odds.

John, I volunteer...
- No.

No. And no.

And no arguments.

You have great difficulty
trusting people don't you?

You're staying here.

You're coming with me.
We may need a nerd.

John, I've learned that we have
exactly one and 8/10 arns

before the Prowler's in range.

How did you learn that?

I have a spy aboard the
Command Carrier.

And she wonders why I have
trouble trusting people.

Well, if it's any consolation, I
think you've had a lot worse plans.

Not by much.

Pip, everything okay there?

Scorpius hasn't moved one flot.

Good.

Pilot, get me Ullom
on the horn.

Done.

Ullom. Aeryn gave up.
She's ready to talk.

About time.

You should...
- Ullom.

Listen. She's ready to talk
because the Heat Delirium's worse.

We could lose her.
We're coming in now.

Captain Braca, diagnostics
verify the missile's fully operational.

If it delivers on its
promise, Ponara,

you've got a medal.

Keep moving.

She's losing consciousness.

All right. Let's do it.
Come on.

What are you waiting for?

I can get you the names,
but you gotta save her.

Now!

Come on, do it!

That's not enough.
Hit her again.

One dose is more than
sufficient.

She should soon recover
enough to speak.

He's still faking it!

- What's the point?
- This place is sealed.

You're trapped and outnumbered.

Yeah? You got any more warm
bodies, trot 'em on out.

Or get your own ass down here
if you got the nads for it.

Any luck?

It is completely sealed off.
There is no way out.

- That's right.
- I control the ship.

I can cut off your oxygen,
or let you starve.

Come on, Ullom.

Come out.

Stop fighting your battles with
contagions and holograms and face me.

Or are you a coward, Ullom?

I faced you once, murderer.

You do not remember?

You shot me and left me
for dead.

You killed so many that day.

I remember.

But your leader had more people
slaughtered in one day

than I could possibly kill
in a lifetime.

And if asked to do what I did,
I would do it again and again.

And I would do it for free.

I wasn't hired to kill them.
I...

My life support.

What did you say this was?

- It's a Tarkan body shield.
- It's the best part of the plan.

Well, it worked.

Yeah, it's a first, isn't it?

I think this is a Control Orb,
a direct neural interface.

God, I hate those.

He runs the entire
ship with this.

No. You run the entire
ship with that.

No. No, I've never...

Yes, you do.

I will try.

Oh, it's... it's amazing!

I... I see every...

every system.

- You know what?
- I'm really happy for you.

Can you get us out?!

I have to learn the ship.
Find the hatch controls.

Pilot, how we doing for time?

If Scorpius is correct,
you're already too late.

You won't get back before
the missile is fired.

Got it. Hatch open.

I'll take Aeryn to the Pod.
- Right.

You stay here.

Wha...?

Keep the motor running.
- Okay.

Pilot, patch me through
to the prisoner.

Scorpius, what does that
missile lock onto?

A Leviathan bio-energy
signature.

Yes.

It's individual pulse,
if you will.

Is there any way to shutdown
Moya's pulse?

Only by a full biologic
shutdown.

Yes.
- Moya could survive that for no more than 800 microts.

That might be long enough.

All right, here's the deal.

This is a chameleon ship.
You're a Leviathan expert.

Create a decoy.

A Leviathan's bio-energy
signature is very complicated.

I will never get it...
- Just get as close as you can.

All right.

You should be coming into
range any microt now.

Missile reads armed and ready.

I think it's working.

Beautiful.

You're still with us, Holly?

Not for long.

Life support destroyed.

You have finished what
Aeryn Sun began.

- John, get aboard.
- We're out of time.

Pilot's ready.

All right, Sputnik.
Now or never.

Right.

Coming into targeting range.

Scanning for Moya.

Now.

Come on, come on...

Do it.

Ah! They did it.

Now, Pilot.

I must have a system
malfunction.

I'm reading two Leviathans.

No. No, Captain. No malfunction.

Marauder recon's reading
the same thing.

Analyze the data.
Which one's Moya?

Uh, we're checking.

Vaklo enpya rossok wiklo, Moya.

That's it. Lock it off.

Captain, one of the
Leviathans is dead.

It has no energy readings
at all.

It must be a decoy.

You sure?

Positive, sir. Transmitting
proper coordinates now.

Received.

Acquiring target.

Here's your rematch, Crichton.

Missile has been fired.

It is now irrevocably locked to
the counterfeit signature.

Pilot, resuscitate Moya now.

Initiating resuscitation.

You can do it, Pilot.

- Come on, baby.
- Give us a heartbeat.

It's not working.

Moya have been dormant
too long.

You can awaken her. You will!

Come on. Come on.

I told you you could
do it, Pilot.

You're the draddest.

You're very kind to say so.

Okay, we're in. Go.

Detonation.

Wait. Readings have changed.

The dead Leviathan's moving.

The dead decoy just went
into Starburst!

It... it's not possible.

I... I had the correct target.
I'm sure of it.

You're relieved of duty
immediately.

Report to detention block three.
- I'll handle the postmortem, Captain.

Report to the Aurora Chamber.

Just take a seat.

I'll be with you shortly.

Congratulations.

You made it through the day without
being shoved out the airlock.

Of course, this day is
not quite over.

I have two questions.

One.

Did you do anything
at all to Aeryn?

No. I have not harmed her,
in any way.

Two.

On the Command Carrier, you
said you knew where Earth was.

Is that true? Do you?

I do.

Anyone else?

No.

No one.

I purged all records.

The knowledge exists in here.

You can use it to get home,

or you can safely eradicate it,
by killing me.

Again, the choice is yours.

It is so, so good to see
you and Moya again.

You know, it...

it kind of feels like
coming home.

We're equally happy to
see everyone.

With the exception of the
newest arrival.

I now miss Jool more than ever.

Hey, listen.

If Sikozu ever speaks to
you like that again,

if she ever gives you any lip, you
just drop her in the bat dren, okay?

Nobody... nobody should
talk to you like that.

Nobody should tell you
what to do.

Yet, everybody does.

In fact, Moya and I have
made a decision.

You want us gone?

Ah, not at all.

But we cannot serve so many
masters at once.

We ask you to choose one
spokesperson.

You mean, just pick a captain?

Yes. A single voice
for us to follow.

I'll tell the others.

We'll... we'll take a vote
or something, okay?

Hi.

Hey.

What are you looking at?

Nothing in particular.

I'd like to stay.

Well, I'm sure Moya would be
very happy with that.

I need to recover.

Is there any other reason?

I need to help you keep
an eye on Scorpius.

I'm not gonna hurt him.

I gave you my word.

I know.

I want to be here.

Is that a problem?

Any other...

oaths of silence I
should know about?

So, you could tell me...
you were pregnant.