Moya and Talyn orbit over an ice-laden planet.

Zhaan looks sadly on at Moya’s burnt interior. Rygel enters.

RYGEL: Ah, there you are. We’re dividing spoils from the depository. These were set aside for you to choose from, and I understand that - [cuts off]

Zhaan has crossed the room and grabbed Rygel in a rather sensitive place. He cries out.

ZHAAN: She is burnt! She’s badly crippled because of our desires!

RYGEL: Let. Go!

ZHAAN: Was all this wealth worth it?

She releases him.

RYGEL: Of course, not, you blue bitch! But what’s done is done.

ZHAAN: Just as long as we’re wealthy, huh?

RYGEL: May as well put it to good use. Crais and Talyn have located some kind of surgeon. A healer species. We’re almost there. We’re all choosing one or two items we want, the rest is to pay any fee for Moya’s remedy.

ZHAAN: I’m sorry, Rygel, I misjudged you.

RYGEL: Huh! It’s becoming your career.

Moya shudders violently a moment.

John comes up to his mirror, he hears the Scorpius Clone in his mind.

CLONE: Now, listen, John. Be smart.

John turns to see Scorpius in his mirror.

CLONE: See the situation for what it is.

JOHN: Screw you! He throws a punch at the mirror. It shatters, but there’s another Scorpius behind it.

CLONE: No, John. Not this time. We’ve reached the end of the old. The beginning of the new.

JOHN: I am in control. I am in control of me!

John punches the mirage-mirror again, but Scorpius remains.

CLONE: No more, John.

JOHN: Screw you!

John throws another punch and once again, Scorpius remains after the shards of mirror fall away.

CLONE: The reverse is more likely.

John punches again, again, again and again. Aeryn grabs him from behind and pulls him away.

AERYN: Stop it! Stop it! Stop it!

She throws him face down on a table.

JOHN: I can’t! I can’t!

AERYN: No! There’s no one here, John, you’ve made yourself bleed!

JOHN: Scorpius! Scorpius! Scorpius!

AERYN: Yes. Listen, he put a Neural tracer chip in your brain, you know this, you know he isn’t really here!

JOHN: I see him! I see him!

AERYN: Well, fight it! Listen to me. We’ve reached the search core facility. We’re going to see if they can remove the chip.

John lingers a moment, before yanking himself out of her hands. He runs back to the mirror.

JOHN: I have to smash him!

AERYN: No, Scorpius isn’t really there, John! I need you to face reality as it is!

CLONE: It’s ridiculous, I know. She cannot see us, John.

John stands, swaying slightly in front of the busted mirror.

JOHN: What’s happening to me?

AERYN: You know what’s happening to you. Scorpius put that frelling chip in your brain.

JOHN: Aeryn. What do you see? In the mirror? What do you see?

AERYN: There is no mirror. There is no Scorpius. Look!

John looks. Scorpius stares back at him from a mirror that is no longer there.

AERYN: You must confront your fears with strength.

John suddenly becomes very calm.

JOHN: You’re right. Aeryn. There’s no [face morphs, and it’s John, as Scorpius] Scorpius, here. Mmm. There’s only me. [morphs back to John] [morphs back to John/Scorpius]

Aeryn, D’argo and Chiana look on, as the Surgeon (Tocot) and his translator (Grunshlk) look over Moya’s burns.

TOCOT speaks in his language to Grunshlk.

GRUNSHLK: If it wasn’t serious, they wouldn’t have called us, would they? Now, when you’re done, the big picture.

AERYN: I don’t like him.

D’ARGO: He’s rumored to be one of the best healers in the Uncharted Territories.

AERYN: No, not him. His sleazy confederate, Gunsick.

GRUNSHLK: Grun - shlick. Splendid hearing. Doc fixed it.

D’ARGO: Can he save Moya?

GRUNSHLK: Oh, looks goood! He’s splendid with infections!

TOCOT speaks.

GRUNSHLK: He’ll make up a mixture, that’ll be absorbed through these scarred areas, and then a couple applications, keep the patient sedated, you’ll have him.

AERYN: How much?

GRUNSHLK: Ah! By my calculations, let’s say uhhhh...exchange equivalent, with the meter and all of that Twelve thousand Kreptnas.

D’ARGO: Outrageous!

TOCOT speaks.

GRUNSHLK: Uh, just a microt.

Tocot and Grunshlk have a private discussion.

CHIANA: [whispers] I dunno, what do ya think?

AERYN: [whispers] I don’t if we have any choice.

CHIANA: [whispers] She’s gotta get fixed, but this is crazy.

GRUNSHLK: [to Tocot] …think you can run that vicinity without me?

AERYN: Shh!

GRUNSHLK: [whispers] He always thinks that I undercharge. He’s a greedy bastard, it’s a species trait. Now, I’m sorry to have to do this to ya’, but [speaks loudly] he insists, it’s fifteen thousand Kreptnas.

D’ARGO: I could buy a whole new ship for that.

GRUNSHLK: Well, I had to let an Aunt die once, cause we couldn’t afford to fix her.

D’argo and Aeryn turn their backs on Grunshlk, to have a discussion.

AERYN: I’m gonna go and assess our funds.

CHIANA: [to Tocot]: If you don’t make her better, we’re gonna get you!

GRUNSHLK: Let me introduce you.

D’ARGO: Chiana! Leave him alone.

CHIANA: [to Tocot] Why do you wear that mask?

GRUNSHLK: Doctor Diagnosan’s, Intuits disease...

Opens a small section in the Doctor’s mask.

GRUNSHLK: through inhalation. Here.

Sticks his fingers into Tocot’s nostrils.

GRUNSHLK: Very, very, sensitive.

Tocot sneezes. Grunshlk closes the mask, and licks his fingers.

GRUNSHLK: Even the siljop bacteria in your beautiful hair, would kill ‘im, if he got it in his nose and his mouth, at the same time.

John walks through the burnt corridors. He stops and lingers a moment, then continues on. He comes by Rygel on his way.

RYGEL: Ah, Crichton. A word, if I may.

CRICHTON: [Peacekeeper voice] Not now, Rygel.

RYGEL: Now works for me, so, if you haven’t chosen a bauble yet -

CHRICTON: [cuts in] Rygel, shut up.

He shoves the jewel that’s in Rygel’s hand, into Rygel’s mouth. Rygel gags and coughs loudly. He stops, sighs and shakes his head with a smirk on his face, then continues on his way.

Dargo and Jothee walk quickly down a burnt corridor.

D’ARGO: If I take you -

JOTHEE: [cuts in] I don’t wanna have them repaired!

D’ARGO: He’s a surgeon. We have currency. I’m sure that -

JOTHEE: [talks over him] Father, you’re not listening to me!

They walk on. Aeryn talking to Rygel.

AERYN: Alright, Rygel, I’ll take care of it.

RYGEL: Well he just tried to force this Jinka stone down my throat!

AERYN: What did I just say?!

Rygel grumbles.

D’argo and Jothee turn around and begin walking back the way they came.

D’ARGO: I can’t see why you wouldn’t want your Tenka’s restored. I mean, as a Luxan.

JOTHEE: I’m only half Luxan.

They stop and face each other.

JOTHEE: And for many cycles, I didn’t even want to be that.

D’ARGO: You cut yourself? You - you mutilated...your own tentas? You hate me that much?

Dargo reaches and lightly touches the side of Dargo’s face. Jothee takes his hand and moves it away.

JOTHEE: It’s okay. It doesn’t hurt anymore, father.

Jothee slowly walks away. Chiana walks up behind Dargo.

CHIANA: Hey, D’argo.

D’ARGO: What?!

A silence passes between them.

D’ARGO: I’m sorry, Chiana, I uh -

D’argo walks away.

Stark, Grunshlk, Chiana, Zhaan and Tocot are discussing new terms for the fee.

STARK: A moment ago, you said seventeen five.

GRUNSHLK: Expenses, experience, expertise, the meter is still running, twenty thousand is the rate.

STARK: I’ll pay eighteen and not a Kreptna more, got it?

Grunshlk takes Stark by the shirt collar and lifts him with one arm, well off of Stark’s feet.

STARK: Whoa!

GRUNSHLK: I hate to negotiate like this. But I do find that it cuts through the kretara.

ZHAAN: Put him down Green Chalk.

GRUNSHLK: Grun - shlick! This is business. I have the supply. I make the demand.

TOCOT speaks.

GRUNSHLK: It’s alright, Doctor! The family are in denial. I won’t let them hurt each other. [to Stark] Take twenty thousand, before it goes up.

Stark looks at Zhaan. She nods head quickly. Stark then nods his head to Grunshlk. Grunshlk lets him down.

Aeryn approaches John, who is working on something in the Neural Cluster.

AERYN: Crichton? Um, Pilot says you’re re-configuring a comm signal outside his control.

JOHN: I want to eavesdrop on Crais’ radio traffic without him knowing about it, I still don’t trust him, Aeryn.

AERYN: Crais and Talyn saved our lives. They saved yours.

JOHN: Look, Aeryn, if you’re worried about the [whistles and spins his hand around the side of his head, in the “crazy” gesture] inside my head? Don’t. He’s under house arrest. Remember what you said? Strength!

AERYN: That’s great, John, but you need to stop what you’re doing.

JOHN: Aeryn, as long as I stay busy - ss - he leaves me alone. Sometimes if I sing he leaves me alone.

John sings the notes to Flight of the Valkiers as he comes up from what he’s doing, to look Aeryn in the eyes. He turns his back to her and fades out. Aeryn moves in and sits closely behind John.

AERYN: Look, once the Diagnosan’s finished with Moya, he’s going to take a look at you.

JOHN: [shakes his head] It won’t help.

AERYN: I am...reminded at this point...of a word that you actually brought to this vessel. Hope.

John turns his head to Aeryn. She can’t see, but he’s morphed into Scorpy again.

JOHN: I would be lost...without you.

AERYN: Then, you’ll never be lost.

JOHN: No matter what happens. You. Have worked your way. Into my heart.

AERYN: You’ve shown me that I have one.

They nuzzle, and John reaches up and holds Aeryn’s head, gently, with his hands.

JOHN: I love you.

AERYN: [whispers] I love you too.

They move in for a kiss, but then, suddenly, John slams Aeryn’s head against the beam behind her, knocking her unconscious. ScorpyJohn looks at her a moment.

SCORPYJOHN: Mmm. You are so my girl.

He licks Aeryn’s face slowly, from the tip of her nose to her hairline on her forehead.

Crais is speaking to Talyn.

CRAIS: Now, listen to me. Officer Sun cannot be blackmailed or enticed. If she is to join us, it would have to be of her own volition.

TALYN makes several noises.

CRAIS: Agreed. If she joins us freely, we will tell her the truth.

TALYN makes some noises. Then a transmission signal can be heard.

CRAIS: What’s that coming through? Identify the source of the signal! Play it loud!!

Dargo and Jothee going down a burnt corridor. Dargo is speaking to Pilot.

D’ARGO: It's a Peacekeeper signal.

PILOT: Crais says it’s a special pulse code, known only to Captains rank and above.

JOTHEE: He’s never been a Peacekeeper!

D’ARGO: Has to be the Neural circuit that Scorpius implanted -

JOTHEE cuts in: What are we gonna do when we find him?

D’ARGO: You, nothing, it’s too dangerous.

JOTHEE: Dad.

D’ARGO: No!! They stare at each other a moment. D'argo signs and walks away. Jothee looks stunned and then gets an idea.

Aeryn lays unconscious on the floor. ScorpyJohn is tinkering in the Neural Cluster. Jothee approaches slowly.

JOTHEE: Stop what you’re doing.

SCORPYJOHN: Relax, boy. You’re not in any danger. Scorpius only wants me.

JOTHEE: My father says you’re in no condition to make that decision.

SCORPYJOHN: And you’re in no condition to stop me.

JOTHEE: Step! Back!

SCORPYJOHN: Oh my. You really should have brought a pulse rifle.

Jothee flicks out his tongue, but ScorpyJohn grabs it, pulls Jothee to him, and punches Jothee unconscious.

SCORPYJOHN: [sighs] Like father, like son.

Dargo appears from the other side and knocks ScorpyJohn out with his tongue.

D’ARGO: Hardly.

A transport pod leaves Moya.

John is laying on an exam table. His head is locked in place, his body, arms and legs are all held down. Doctor, Stark, Grunshlk and are there. Stark leans over, in John’s field of vision.

STARK: How do you feel?

JOHN: Like a popsicle. Gotta love the sphincter end of the universe.

STARK: They’re just gonna have a look. An examination.

JOHN: Make sure he puts the K-Y on the glove.

Crais enters the room.

JOHN: [to Crais] What the hell are you doin’ here?

CRAIS: Meager gesture of support. While the others attend to Aeryn and Jothee.

JOHN: Is there any permanent damage?

CRAIS: Just their pride. You seem...remarkably lucid.

JOHN: Don’t get too close. I could turn at any second.

STARK: We’ll fix it, Crichton. Everyone’s pledged to give whatever it takes, to -

TOCOT cuts in. Stark looks at him. Tocot pushes him away from John. The room darkens for a moment, then John is bathed in a green light. Tocot removes his whole mask.

STARK: [to Grunshlk] I thought he couldn’t inhale our contaminates.

GRUNSHLK: You see the green light? That’s a biological neutralizer, that is, you could have the Caratonga Plague in here, wouldn’t touch him. Outside, pick your nose, and he’s dead.

TOCOT: No pain. Relax.

Tocot turns on a device. A brief flash and John’s brain is visible. Creeping tendrils of black webbing cover his entire brain. Crais steps closer to look.

GRUNSHLK: Fff-wah! Frelling kretara!

TOCOT speaks.

JOHN: You’re gonna tell me my health plan doesn’t cover this, right?

TOCOT speaks.

GRUNSHLK: Doctor doesn’t often say this. There’s nothin’ he can do. That thing in his head, he - he can’t get it out without killin’ him.

John laughs.

Chiana follows D’argo down a burnt corridor.

CHIANA: D’argo. The surgeon said it's - it’s a numbing anesthetic, okay? So - so don’t breathe too much in, alright? And check the canister every couple-

D’ARGO: [cuts in] Alright, already, I remember.

CHIANA: What’s the matter with you?

D’ARGO: What’s the matter with you?

CHIANA: I just - I - I’m trying to have a relationship.

D’ARGO: Oh, and you think I’m not?

He starts to walk off, but turns around again.

D’ARGO: Listen, Chiana. You have to understand, it has been so long since I’ve seen my son.

CHIANA: [whispering] D’argo, I know how long it is. There’s no one, no one, who has lived this dream of finding your son, more than me.

Stark is putting anesthetic on Moya, behind them.

STARK: [slurred] You gonna help, D’argo?

D’ARGO: Couldn’t you wait a couple of microts, Stark? I was talking to Chiana!

Chiana walks away as he’s talking to Stark. D’argo turns around to see her gone.

STARK: [slurred] Tocot says we’ve gotta put down another layer of Dilantium...

D'ARGO: Frell you.

STARK: ...after the first has been absorbed.

D’ARGO: Oh, and you understand him.

Aeryn and John stand in a large frozen room, filled with pods. Aeryn stands at a distance, John behind her, handcuffed.

JOHN: How many bodies did he say was in here?

AERYN: I believe he said “frelling millions”.

JOHN: Aeryn, uh...did I...say or...do anything to piss you off. I - I mean, other than caving in the side of your head.

AERYN: Are you serious? Do you not remember?

Just at that moment, Zhaan and Grunshlk enter the room. John rolls his eyes and moves off to the side.

GRUNSHLK: Splendid news for the patient. I think...I found a biological match.

JOHN: What? You found a human?

GRUNSHLK: Well, it’s called an Interon. It’s uh, bipedal. Central spine. Organs internal. Oh, single heart circulation, and small head. Um, I’ve got three specimens that’s the best I can do.

ZHAAN: There are over five thousand different species frozen here. This is an abomination against nature.

GRUNSHLK: It’s not as though their suffering, though, is it?

AERYN: Yeah, I mean they’re already dead, anyway.

ZHAAN: No, Aeryn, they’re still alive.

GRUNSHLK: Now, that’s a technicality.

JOHN: No. I'm - I’m not accepting anything from someone who’s alive.

GRUNSHLK: They’re all accident victims and the like. Eh, I mean, we freeze ‘em a microt before their death, cause the parts last longer that way.

ZHAAN: You have interrupted the course of nature!

GRUNSHLK: None of ‘em would survive restoration. That is the docs rules for accepting a donor.

JOHN: And you’ve got three like me?

GRUNSHLK: Well….uh..similar. I mean, probably a species offshoot from the same stock.

John walks over to Aeryn.

JOHN: Is that possible? We’re somewhere near Earth?

AERYN: I don’t know.

John thinks a minute and walks back over to Grunshlk.

JOHN: I want this chip out.

GRUNSHLK: Splendid! ‘Course. If it uh, don’t work, we get to keep your body.

Dargo and Stark finish up the anesthetic job. They both speak in slurred voices, from the medication.

STARK: That’s it, D’argo.

D’ARGO: I can’t theel my thongue.

STARK: Whooze fault izz zat?

D’ARGO: Aww threll you. Shu uuh. [garbled noises]

Jothee and Chiana talk in Pilot’s den. Chiana comforts Pilot while they talk.

JOTHEE: You know what my dad wants to do with his share of the money? Buy a farm.

CHIANA: Really?

JOTHEE: Mmm hmm. He wants to grow Prowsa fruit and make wine. I don’t wanna live on a farm. I’ve been a slave. I’ve been chained in a mine. He wants to live the quiet life. I want to live loudly.

CHIANA: Well, I didn’t know that. I um - I guess it was gonna be just you two.

PILOT: [slurred ] I...love you too, Chiana.

CHIANA: Pilot, you’re high, okay?

PILOT: [slurred] I am no higher than I have ever been. My position is fixed.

CHIANA: No-no-no, I - I mean, the drug in Moya, it's - it’s messin’ with your brain.

PILOT: He’s been using my...DRD’s to practice. Wanna see?

A DRD shows an image of D’argo.

PILOT: It's-s-s secret.

D’ARGO: Chiana. You know that I have to spend a lot more time with Jothee, so...I was hoping we could all find a quiet place, and uh...settle down together. I was hoping you would consent to be my wife.

Chiana gasps. Jothee chuckles. The image of D’argo lets out a deep breath.

CHIANA: What?

Rygel and Grunshlk eat together. Aeryn comes in the room.

AERYN: What a surprise to find you eating. So, Gun Shock. How long will it be, before the surgeon can operate on Crichton?

GRUNSHLK: Oh, seven or eight arns. He wants to finish supervising the medication of your ship. He's uh [chuckles] splendidly conscientious.

AERYN: Well, we’ll just keep Crichton restrained until you’re ready.

RYGEL: Good. Anything else?

AERYN: [to Rygel] What are you up to?

RYGEL: Higher level reasoning, Aeryn. If a simple thought occurs, I’ll call you.

Aeryn leaves the room.

RYGEL: As I was saying...you must know you way around this backwater part of the Galaxy.

Rygel rolls a small blue gem onto the table.

GRUNSHLK: I know who I need to know. That’s a very small stone.

RYGEL: Your, uh, savant surgeon says Moya won’t be able to Starburst for some time. I’m, uh...interested in securing other passage.

Rygel rolls a small clear gem onto the table.

GRUNSHLK: There are...some excellent choices available. It depends on whether you require speed, stealth or strength. That’s another very small stone.

RYGEL: All three?

He rolls an orange gem across the table.

GRUNSHLK: It’s not impossible. That’s uh, three very small stones.

Rygel tosses a large clear gem into Grunshlk’s meal. Grunshlk fishes it out with his spoon, sticks it in his mouth, slurps the gunk off of it, and looks it over.

GRUNSHLK: Oh! Splendid.

Zhaan and John in the medical bay. John is strapped down to a table.

JOHN: Zhaan, what’s happening?

Zhaan wipes his face down.

ZHAAN: They’re treating one more tier. Then the Diagnosan wants you.

JOHN: Great. [pause] Zhaan, listen.

ZHAAN: Yes, John?

JOHN: Odds are, that I’m not gonna make it.

ZHAAN: Positive spirits. I pray to the Goddess.

JOHN: Yes, but reality tells me.

ZHAAN: Your soul is troubled.

JOHN: When the chip’s not controlling me. My thoughts are lucid. There’s so many things that, I want to say to my family and friends. [sighs] If you could absorb [morph to ScorpyJohn] these thoughts. If you could find a way to get a message back to Earth.

ZHAAN: You want me to join with you in Unity?

SCORPYJOHN: I just want my dad to know.

Zhaan climbs up on the table.

ZHAAN: [whispers] Concentrate on me.

She touches her forehead to his. She’s suddenly gripped in her mind, by Scorpius’ clone.

SCORPYJOHN: Hello, Delvian. Tenth level Pa ‘U. Pity, a twelfth could break this bond. Time to pray.

ScorpyJohn growls loudly and Zhaan is thrown to the floor.

Talyn.

CRAIS: Unlike your institutional upbringing, my parents were compassionate. Moral. Emotional. I value those traits. They’re beginning to emerge in you. Crichton may not survive. Moya may be permanently crippled. The others are contemplating their next move. You’re an officer and a strategist. Have you not planned yours?

AERYN: Sounds like you have a suggestion.

CRAIS: This ship. This...emotional...ship, need guidance. Talyn has chosen you. And I agree with his choice. There is much that you could learn that would surprise you.

TALYN makes noises.

CRAIS: What? How? [to Aeryn] It’s Crichton. [to Talyn] Relay us to Pilot.

AERYN: Crichton, why won’t you frelling answer?

JOHN: Aeryn, don’t come after me, I’m not in -

SCORPYJOHN: Control.

CRAIS: You will not shoot him down, Talyn. [to Aeryn] Crichton is broadcasting our location to Scorpius, again. He must be stopped.

AERYN: Track me.

Aeryn begins running off command, but then turns.

AERYN: Oh, and Crais. Thank you.

She leaves.

John's pod heads for the planet.

SCORPYJOHN: Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee-haw!

The pod flies over the ice laden planet.

SCORPYJOHN: Shielded message to Scorpius, co-ordinates on specified frequency. Request immediate extraction.

CRAIS: Talyn, lock and fragment his transmission as best as possible. Buy her some time.

SCORPYJOHN: John Crichton to Scorpius. Limited flight capabilities due to the nature of this craft. Repeat, request immediate extraction.

Aeryn has locked in on his frequency. She can hear what he is saying and she can converse with him.

AERYN: You just called yourself John Crichton. Are you really John anymore?

SCORPYJOHN: Ah, little lady. How’s the skull fracture?

AERYN: Well, if I’m not addressing Crichton, then I address the neural chip in his head.

SCORPYJOHN: At your service.

AERYN: You’re in an unarmed vessel. I believe Scorpius’ mandate is for Crichton to remain alive.

SCORPYJOHN: And I intend to see that he does.

AERYN: If given no other choices, I will shoot you down.

SCORPYJOHN: Oh. I doubt it.

AERYN: Make no mistake.

SCORPYJOHN: I believe you’ll pull the trigger. I just don’t believe you’ll hit anything.

ScorpyJohn aims the pod into the planet’s surface, Aeryn following close behind.

Zhaan is still reeling from her encounter with ScorpyJohn. Stark tries to comfort her.

STARK: Focus. Focus your mind, purge the memory.

ZHAAN: No! Crichton! Stark, he is no more! His body shelters some horrific evil! Crichton. Crichton’s gone.

The pod and Prowler weave through towering columns of ice.

SCORPYJOHN: Now, this is flying. How’s the ride back there? Hm? Little bumpy?

AERYN: Weapons locked to your exhaust. I give you one last chance to stand down.

SCORPYJOHN: Ah, the radiant Miss Efiscious. So sure. So confident in the void of space. Crichton was trained to fly in atmosphere. Against gravity. Welcome to our world, baby.

Aeryn continues to chase the pod through the ice columns. Her wing bumps one as she passes by.

D’ARGO to Aeryn on the comm: Aeryn, Crichton has often said he’d rather die than fall to Scorpius. If you get the opportunity, don’t hesitate.

AERYN: What makes you think I would?

D’ARGO: Because, if our positions were reversed, I would.

SCORPYJOHN: As Crichton might say: Yeeeeeeeeeeeeee-haw!

The pod peels away and suddenly Aeryn is lost. She appears to be traveling along a tunnel or crevasse.

AERYN: Where...the frell...am I?

The Prowler bursts through a layer of ice. She is now above what looks to be a large flat area of land. Aeryn flies slowly, looking for the pod.

SCORPYJOHN: Lose your dance partner?

Aeryn looks up. Whether she sees the pod or not, is hard to say. The sun shines brightly above her. ScorpyJohn navigates the pod above the Prowler.

AERYN: You don’t have enough fuel to last until Scorpius gets here.

SCORPYJOHN: Depends on how close he is.

AERYN: No, John. Loo- If you’re even in there anymore. Look at what you’re doing.

SCORPYJOHN: You fail to understand...the extent of your friend’s misery. He wants Scorpius to find us. He wants to end his pain.

AERYN: No. I’ll never believe that. Look, Crichton. Scorpius. Whatever you are. Recognize, atmosphere included, I am the superior combat pilot.

SCORPYJOHN: Darling, uncontested.

AERYN: So, land your craft now or I shall be forced to demonstrate that skill.

SCORPYJOHN: You really would shoot your friend down, wouldn’t you?

AERYN: You know the answer.

SCORPYJOHN: Well, then, I shall comply. Lowering landing gear.

ScorpyJohn flips some switches and his landing gear goes down.

CRAIS: Officer Sun, trust nothing!

SCORPYJOHN: Oh, hush Crais. She doesn’t need you to tell her that. Descending, now.

The pod comes full on, on top of Aeryn’s Prowler. A tire bursts through the top right in front of her.

SCORPYJOHN: Terribly sorry. Didn’t see you there.

ScorpyJohn removes the pod and flies away.

AERYN: I am under attack!! I repeat, I am under attack!!

D’ARGO: Aeryn. Aeryn!

AERYN: Attempting to gain ejection altitude.

SCORPYJOHN: I take it our encounter is terminated, Officer Sun.

AERYN: All options depleted, requesting position track.

CRAIS: Climbing! Eject!

AERYN: Requesting position track! Ejecting. Now!

Aeryn’s and her chair blast into the sky. The ejectors detach from the chair. Aeryn huddles in her chair.

SCORPYJOHN: Well, done [clapping] Officer Sun. [laughs] Are you still conscious?

AERYN: Frell you.

Her Prowler crashes in the mountains.

SCORPYJOHN: Ooo. Fireworks.

D’ARGO: Aeryn! Aeryn!

AERYN: It’s alright, D’argo, the descent brakes auto-ignited. I’m alright!

SCORPYJOHN: Officer Sun, in deference to that part of Crichton which still cares, I inform you, that you descend not over solid ground, but a frozen lake.

Aeryn looks over her chair, both sides, to what’s below her.

AERYN: He’s right! D’argo, Crais, do you have my position?

CRAIS: Affirmative.

D’ARGO: I’ve got you Aeryn. Can you avoid it?

AERYN: Negative. I go down where this chair takes me down.

She struggles with her chair belts.

CRAIS: Your jets will weaken the ice. I suggest severing before touch-down! I repeat, severing before touch-down!

SCORPYJOHN: Officer Sun Su-Su-, O-O-Officer- Sun-

John regains control over the chip.

JOHN: Ahhhhhhhh!! Aeryn! Aeryn! Can you comply?

AERYN: Negative. The harness is jammed, your frelling tire must have damaged the mechanism!

JOHN: Aeryn, listen to me, this is John, it’s John!

AERYN: [sarcastic] Yeah, is it really you, John?

JOHN: Yes, listen to me, you do not want to be in that chair when you set down.

AERYN: Well, this harness won’t release. I don’t have anything to break it.

JOHN: Aeryn, you have to get out of the damn chair!

AERYN: I don’t have any choice!

JOHN: Come on, please, do something. Do something.

John’s pod circles Aeryn, descending in her chair.

AERYN: I don’t have any options.

JOHN: Baby, you’re not gonna die like this. You are not gonna die like this.

AERYN: [crying] I hope you meant what you said in the Neural Cluster. I did!

Aeryn braces for impact. Her chair smashes through the ice, plunging her into the water below it.

JOHN: Aeeeerrryyyn!

CRAIS: No!

D’ARGO: Aeerrryyn!

Jothee holds Chiana tightly. Rygel covers his mouth in shock.

Aeryn re-immerges to the surface for a brief moment.

AERYN: Crichton! Cricht-

She is pulled back down by her chair. John smiles for a moment when he thinks that she might have been able to get free of the chair, but falls into shock when he realizes that she is gone.

Zhaan and Stark comfort each other, as do Chiana and Jothee. D’argo stands in shock on command.

Aeryn’s chair sinks slowly. The last bubbles of air escape her. Aeryn’s body is floating, limp, as it descends.

JOHN: Oh. God. What’ve I done?

A tear rolls down John’s face.

On the frozen planet. Aeryn lays in a cryo pod, as Zhaan says a prayer over her. All the crew is there.

ZHAAN: The Goddess graciously receives to her bosom, all those who pass from this existence. Regardless of faith. Or belief. She holds, however, a special place, for those who travel this life, as a journey. Aeryn Sun, will surely harvest favor. Her life, was a series of strides toward enlightenment.

Chiana takes Aeryn’s hand and kisses it.

ZHAAN: Casting off the chains of prejudice, and hatred.

D’argo removes his Qualta Blade from it’s sheath and places it gently in Aeryn’s hands.

ZHAAN: Reaching beyond violence and bigotry. She sought a balance, of lasting inner peace. In her name.

Jothee reaches out and takes Chiana’s hand.

Rygel approaches the cryo pod, reaches in his clothes and brings out a medallion.

RYGEL: You. Are more worthy, of this.

He places the medallion around her hand.

RYGEL: At peace, Aeryn.

Pilot quietly prays in his den.

Zhaan swings a small incense burner over Aeryn’s pod.

ZHAAN: May the Goddess receive you with charity.

STARK: Amet.

ZHAAN: May the Goddess sanctify your spirit.

STARK: Amet.

D’ARGO: Amet.

ZHAAN: May the Goddess purify your soul.

STARK: Amet.

ZHAAN: And may the Goddess recite your name on the whispers of the wind.

STARK: Amet.

Chiana mouths the word "Amet".

JOHN: Amet.

Zhaan bows to Aeryn. John walks up. After several moments, he speaks.

JOHN: D’argo. Gimme your knife.

He turns. The others look at each other with a panic.

JOHN: Give me...your knife.

After a few seconds, D’argo hands him the knife. John turns slowly and rotates the knife, pointing towards himself. He leans over into Aeryn’s coffin.

JOHN: Aeryn. Forgive me. I love you.

He kisses her on the lips. He cuts a locket of her hair, and stands back up. He looks at the hair. Crais looks on. John stands there a few more moments, then speaks again.

JOHN: I’m ready.

John lays on the table in the Doctor’s surgery room. The doctor turns on the device again, and then the neutralizer. He removes his mask. Grunshlk comes in.

GRUNSHLK: Are you sure you don’t want your friends, here?

JOHN: No, I don’t want ‘em here.

TOCOT speaks.

GRUNSHLK: The doc says cause of that thing in your brain, there’s no way that you were responsible for what happened to that Sebacean.

JOHN: Yes I am.

TOCOT speaks.

GRUNSHLK: [to Tocot] Right. [To John] After the doc’s cut the tendrils, that’ve hijacked your brain, he’s gonna try and take out the Neuro chip, completely. But he needs your help.

JOHN: What’ve I gotta do?

GRUNSHLK: Because there is no template of your brain pattern on our database, he doesn’t know what bits of gray do what. So when he probes, you tell ‘im.

JOHN: Right. And where will you be?

GRUNSHLK: Anywhere else. I vomit when things get messy.

Crais is holding a chip in his hand.

CRAIS: Yes, Talyn. I too, would have like to have...shown Aeryn what we learned from...this chip. [pause] I think - - think, it would have made her the happiest soul...among us.

Zhaan comforts Pilot, in the den. Stark comes in.

STARK: Everyone else is preparing to move on.

ZHAAN: I know. Tragedy often heralds flight.

STARK: What are going to do, Zhaan?

ZHAAN: My concern now, is for Moya and Pilot.

STARK: If you are in agreement, Pa ‘U Zotoh Zhaan, it would be an honor...and a pleasure, to share the future with you.

Surgery.

TOCOT: This is, what?

Touches tendril. Flashes of the races they have encountered.

JOHN: Critters. More close encounters.

TOCOT: And, this?

Images of “I am not a crook”, Nixon, Clinton, Colin Powel, Monica Lewinsky, etc.

JOHN: American politics. Nixon to Clinton. Lose it.

The doctor cuts the tendril, and the webbing on his brain, retracts slightly.

TOCOT: Here?

Flashes of dogs.

JOHN: All of my dogs.

TOCOT: Necessary?

JOHN: No. But keep it if ya’ can.

Rygel and Grunshlk talk in the hallway in the planet on the building.

GRUNSHLK: The ship you wanted, will be on it’s way here, shortly.

RYGEL: Thank you.

GRUNSHLK: Service paid, service rendered, I guess. Too bad, eh?

RYGEL: Yes. But that’s life.

GRUNSHLK: Yeah.

Grunshlk walks away.

Surgery.

TOCOT: This section?

Flashes of Aeryn.

TOCOT: Keep this?

Dining room.

JOTHEE: It’s too bad we won’t get to spend more time, together.

CHIANA: Yeah.

JOTHEE: My whole life, I never stayed in one place long enough to...build any real relationships.

CHIANA: And I always stayed too long. [laughs]

They close in slowly for a kiss. D’argo calls out, as he’s about to enter the room.

D’ARGO: Jothee! Chiana! Let’s stay close. Once we find out about John, we should discuss our future.

JOHTEE: Sure, dad.

CHIANA: Yeah.

The Farscape One pod, racing down the wormhole.

JOHN: Whoa! Wormholes! That’s it.

TOCOT: Good job, from you.

John laughs.

TOCOT: I should desist?

JOHN: No frellin’ way.

Grunshlk races through the hallways. Peacekeeper soldiers run down another.

BRACA: Here!

Grunshlk looks out from behind a wall. Lt. Braca and his soldiers chance course.

BRACA: Down there!

Tocot is pulling a long tendril in John’s brain. John is babbling. After several moments, he gets his speech back.

JOHN: What the frell was that!?

In the Cryo-room, the soldiers look around.

BRACA: Return to the Marauder. Inform Scorpius that we have successful maintained our zero-presence profile. Now!

The soldiers leave.

TOCOT: Very bad. Speech close to neural implant.

JOHN: You’re gonna take my memories and I’m gonna talk gibberish?! Why-Why don’t you just take my mojo while you’re at it?!

TOCOT: Remove chip. Then attempt, replace. You, normal.

JOHN: What the hell.

Tocot turns and picks up a “coring” device.

JOHN: [sighs] There’s no one I really want to talk to. Not much worth remembering.

Tocot starts up the instrument.

JOHN: Take the damn thing out.

Tocot bores into John’s brain with the device. John’s eyes twitch.

Continued Scene IX. Scene continues to move between surgery and Cryo-room.

Tocot drops the implant (which has a chunk of John’s brain on it) in a small jar. He brings it into John’s view.

John babbles happily.

TOCOT: I remove. Then restore you.

John laughs.

Braca views Aeryn’s body in her cryo pod. He then survey’s the room. He stops and looks closely at a heavily iced pod, then continues his survey. He notices one of Grunshlk’s favorite snacks lying on the ground.

BRACA: Very clever, Grunshlk.

He walks up to a pod, where Grunshlk is hiding his eyes. Grunshlk peaks out between his fingers.

TOCOT: Accomplished chip removal. Now, replace brain.

Scorpius struts down the hallway towards the surgery room, humming the Star Spangled Banner. He comes through the doors into the surgery room. Tocot jumps.

SCORPIUS: Hello, doctor! So good to see you again.

John begins panicked babbling.

TOCOT speaks and puts his mask back on.

SCORPIUS: No, no, quite the contrary, really, um, my uh, cooling apparatus is just as functional as the day you installed it. Eternal thanks.

TOCOT speaks. He reaches for the door, but Scorpius pushes his hand away.

SCORPIUS: Oh, I am sorry, to disturb the, uh, sterility of your theater, but, uh...

He pulls of Tocot’s mask.

SCORPIUS: ...you no longer serve a purpose!

Scorpius breathes heavily into Tocot’s face. Tocot collapses to the ground.

SCORPIUS: What irony. Sensitivity to heal anything. But one’s self.

He throws the mask to the side and comes around the table. John babbles.

SCORPIUS: Well, Crichton. So much to say. And yet...such little capacity.

John babbles.

SCORPIUS: I only hope...the wormhole technology I've waited so patiently for makes more sense.

John babbles sternly.

SCORPIUS: Don’t need a translator microbe for that one, do we? You’ve cost me much. And I do not suffer disappointment well.

Scorpius places the container on top of John’s forehead.

SCORPIUS: I condemn you, John Crichton, to live! So that your thirst...for unfulfilled revenge, will consume you.

Scorpius holds up the container and looks into it. He puts it down at his side and turns his head to look at John.

SCORPIUS: Goodbye.

As Scorpius leaves the room, John screams out in anger.

END OF EPISODE.