Previously on Farscape.
Why are we searching for this planet?
Jool told us every few cycles, the magnetics drop low enough
for the dig team to remain there for a while.
D'Argo!
Three of these probes, which form the Darnaz Triangle,
were launched by enemies of peace.
Legend has it if I find the third probe, I can reverse its damage.
This is Instructor Vella.
A Carver can be perilous.
Why didn't you stand up for me?
If all the priests died here, why are there no bones?
See the Darnaz probes.
It's Peacekeeper code.
What are you going to do?
I'm going to warn the others so they can hide.
No!
She's like in the wall?
Peacekeepers.
He'll never bother you again.
What do you want from me?
What I want...
may not be as bad as you think.
What are you doing?
Whatever you want.
Whatever. You can have it.
Do you know where the final probe landed?
Yeah.
Somehow I showed you...
what you must not know.
He has to die.
Has to.
He had to die. He'll never tell you now.
And now on Farscape.
There he is. Over here.
Closer!
You're with Grayza.
You'll give her the Darnaz Probes.
Look, Grayza doesn't give a rat's ass...
I saw you with her.
Grayza doesn't give a damn about probes.
I'll not let you take what she discovered.
You'll not give it to them!
Get off me, you son of a bitch!
I'm not gonna tell anybody I saw where the probe is!
You saw it?
It's buried, but I'm not gonna tell anybody.
Tell me where!
Where is the final probe?
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.
What are you doing?!
I told you to find him, not drown him.
Now get off!
Oh! - Here. What? Whoa!
Back in the box for you, my... Oh!
What is with the stench?
I don't smell anything.
Maybe that is the reason.
Maybe that's the reason what?
It could not be.
You know her. She starts sentences, then she doesn't finish them.
It's very annoying!
The reason what?
You know, you and Grayza with the...
You know about that?
John, everyone knows.
Oh, no.
I must be wrong, but Heppel oil?
That's a myth.
It would explain the smell.
What are you guys talking about?
Dellos concubines have a gland implanted that creates Heppel oil.
Its perfume targets the erogenous zones and it makes you...
Yeah, I know what it does.
But Grayza would never desire it.
Why not? - Well, its effects are irreversible.
Once the gland has been implanted, the concubines die cycles before their time.
Yeah, she touched me.
Aah, man!
I'm not going anywhere near that woman again.
John, you have to see her one more time.
Screw you!
Well, to use one of your expressions,
you're gonna have to take one for the team.
Technically, I've taken two.
And now it's time for the triple.
Listen. She still has Jool and Chiana, and we have a plan to get 'em out.
Yes?
We are operating on a need to know basis
and we think it best that you only know your part.
Excuse me?
Well, we feel if you know the whole plan then...
What, you... you two work it out, and come up with a plan.
Now you trust her and you're not gonna tell me the plan?!
Well, let me tell you. I do not get back in the saddle with Mata Hari
until I get the whole plan.
If you go back, can you be sure Grayza will not make you tell everything you know?
You know it's the right thing to do, John.
Fine. What do you want me to do?
Okay. The Marauders are prepping to go.
We think they wanna take you with them.
You have to keep Grayza busy for about two arns.
From what we have seen, that should not be too hard.
Trust me, it'll be hard. What am I supposed to do in two arns?
Just wait for my signal. - Right.
And John, when they find you, it's gonna have to be believable.
You know, that you're hurt, that you've taken a fall. You can do that?
I can fake that. I can fake it. - Now, they have to...
I said I can fake it.
Okay, okay.
Are you sure?
I'm sure.
Okay.
Oh, you bast...
He's alive.
I let you walk unguarded and you repay me by trying to escape.
I'm not Steve McQueen.
I wasn't trying to escape.
I thought someone was throwing me off a cliff.
I live in a strange universe.
Things like that are fairly normal.
You tell me why the Scarrans want you so badly
and I will find your love.
Aeryn Sun.
Aeryn?
Drink.
I thought you were gonna get Crichton to help us!
He had to die. No other way.
I didn't think you were gonna try and kill him, Wrinkles!
We're all gonna die soon.
Frata!
- Psst!
What?
The magnetics.
You see how the colors are fading from everything?
The walls, your clothes.
I never had much color to start with, Princess.
But don't you feel it?
How you're getting hotter?
If we stay in here any longer, we'll all be dead in ten arns.
The flesh cooked off our bones.
Great!
Just great.
I am stuck here with the suicide tralks.
I'm not gonna let you get me down.
I... I am gonna to get us out of this.
All right, who is in charge?
Captain...
I am your promotion.
Rygel, I'm docked. Meet me in the Transport Hangar.
If you can get Elack to crash into the Marauders on the planet,
we might be able to escape in the explosion wake,
or at least far enough so the Command Carrier can't track us.
Crichton know about this plan?
He may not wanna go along with it, but we have no other option.
Can you convince the old Pilot to do it?
I think so. No matter what, she knows she's soon to die.
You know why this plan is going to fail?
Rygel...
Sikozu will betray us again.
Do you really think you can trust that female to do her part?
I have no choice.
I know they're always out there. In the sky.
Waiting.
If these wormholes are always there, why can't they be seen?
It's that...
they're like this.
Invisible.
Sometimes, under the right conditions,
they turn and appear.
I just don't know how to make them appear.
And do you think it's worth risking your life... -Ma'am?
...to find out about these wormholes? - Ma'am?
Go away.
Um...
It's important, ma'am.
I'm sorry to, ah, disturb you, but...
Bring her.
Bad news from Smithers?
Your Luxan has failed.
My soldiers are hunting him down.
He'll be dead in an arn.
Don't fight me.
Scorpy... Scorpy brief you on this?
You wouldn't do this. Not on your own.
Not this far away from High Command.
You're just his whore,
doing what he tells you to do.
Is that enough dirt out of your hole, boss?
Get out of there.
Congratulations, Peacekeeper whore.
Perfect plan.
One charge.
You think Scorpius is the brain?
Go on.
Kill the half-breed genius and ruin everything.
There's no charge in that weapon.
Is he dead?
Yes.
Yes, I think so.
Shoot her.
What?
I helped you!
I told you about the Luxan!
About his plan!
Shoot the tralk, Braca.
Give me a gun and I'll do it myself!
Skernac.
Say skernac.
It will save you.
Braca, wait.
Skernac.
What did you say?
Skernac!
Do not let them bury me.
Get her out of there.
Get off me!
How do you know Special Directorate code?
Same way you do.
And may I suggest, I would not bury the half-breed.
I would leave him out in the sun to rot.
It would scare the others more.
I don't think so.
Bury him.
Quickly!
Okay, Rygel, I'm back on the planet.
Have you managed to convince the Pilot?
Yes, we'll wait for your signal.
I'd better get a Transport Pod ready.
Yes. I'll wait half an arn then initiate de-orbit.
You'll be able to target your fall onto the Marauders?
Off the Luxan's signal.
Farewell, Dominar.
Perhaps if our species share the same afterlife,
we will meet again.
My interrogations are much more agreeable than Scorpius's methods.
Yeah.
But I don't know anything else.
I'm not scared. I've told you everything.
We don't only have to talk about Scarrans.
Squeeze the juice meat out of it.
You'll get a jolt. Wham!
And for 500 microts, nothing bothers you.
Are you listening to me?
Oh, yeah.
Always a pleasure.
What the frell does she want?
Let me handle this.
Thank you.
Stay back, stay back.
It's all right.
I always wait.
You know, see both sides. Be reasonable
But now, I have nothing to lose.
Ah! Frell!
Let...
her go.
I did not betray you.
I am bluffing for all I am worth just to get myself in here.
Now. D'Argo has a plan.
You're lying.
We saw them not kill you.
Why didn't they?
They think I know some sort of secret survivor code.
What did you say to them?
Skernac.
What does it mean?
I have no idea. But it saved my life.
And if you stop fighting me, I will try and save yours, too.
Why don't you put your fingers in her ears?
Stay still.
Thank you.
Captain Braca, I think I found something.
Ah!
You found this tile here?
Yeah.
And this face is Interion?
I think so.
And this face from your home planet?
I think so.
Do you know what this means?
Uh-huh.
It means our two species may be very closely linked.
Which does not surprise me at all.
What's the matter?
My back.
It's all scratched.
I can hear your heart.
What's that?
That's you.
Rygel,
tell the Pilot to commence countdown and start targeting the Marauders.
Will do.
Hurry. We don't have much time, DRD.
- Pilot, I'm preparing the Transport Pod to leave. Are you ready?
What? What?
Yes.
I've talked with Elack.
We are prepared.
The DRD is almost done fixing this,
but we must start our descent in a thousand microts.
Yes. Go. Must go.
Goodbye, my friend.
You've served us well.
Thank you, Dominar.
Yes, must go.
Must go now.
Yeah.
You like that.
Mm-hmm.
You like it like that.
Pilot, what's happening?
I said a thousand microts.
No, no, no, don't go yet.
The Pod's not fixed.
I'm still in the Transport Hangar.
D'Argo.
Elack's left early. He's coming now.
Chiana, the Leviathan's on its way down now.
How long have we got, D'Argo?
I'd say 400 microts.
I'll signal Crichton.
What's that?
Couldn't do it the old fashioned way, could you?
Six-pack of beer.
Night of bowling, skinny-dipping.
Uh-uh.
I hear you've been putting some junk on the ball.
Untie me.
Little monkey,
little Gaylord Perry,
little Joe...
Neikro.
No.
You
stay.
You never heard my heart.
Crichton!
Stay!
D'Argo. I got your signal.
Crichton. Hurry!
Where's your ship? I'm on my way out of here.
Whoops.
Hello, Crichton.
Hiya, Braca.
Let me ask you a question.
You're a man of the world, right?
Does my ass look big in these pants?
D'Argo!
Okay, I got a little problem here.
Pilot! Pilot!
Pilot, stop your dive!
Stop!
You're too soon!
I can't escape in the Pod yet!
John, Elack's crashing down onto the Marauders now!
The magnetics are playing havoc with my system!
So, that was your plan?
Elack left early.
Great plan.
D'Argo, I need a little help here!
Crichton, where are you?
I don't know. Near Vella's chamber, maybe.
Just follow the pulse fire. - I know where that is.
All right. Wrinkles, you go find D'Argo's ship.
Hey... hey, you! You stay with us.
Not that I don't trust you, but I don't.
Come on.
Damn!
Come on, you are the most powerful handgun in the Uncharted Territory.
Now I don't know if you fired 500 shots or 600, but...
600. Empty.
Damn you! Winona would never do this because Winona is very reliable.
Hey, Crichton.
Hey, hey.
Jool, can I borrow that pulse pistol?
Go on.
Thank you.
Hey. - Here.
Hey, what was that... what was that word you used to get out of the grave?
Skernac.
Skernac! Skernac! Skernac!
Ah!
Well, it was worth a shot.
This way.
Come on!
Chiana, Elack's almost on top of us.
We have to lift off now!
We're on our way, D'Argo.
Keep the engines hot.
Braca!
Uh, it seems they do have a ship, ma'am.
A ship?!
Pilot, stop!
D'Argo, we're dropping through the granasphere.
I can't stop Elack.
Yes, ma'am, it was off our scans.
Captain, they must not escape!
- D'Argo, we're here. - Where are you?
D'Argo! Where's the ship, fek-face?
Wait! Wait!
What?! - What's that sound?
We're too late. It's the Leviathan.
- Back inside. - There's no point in running.
It is too close.
There is always a point in running.
Pilot.
Pilot, wake up.
Pilot!
Dominar, why are you still aboard?
Oh, you left early.
We need more time.
It may be too late.
We must pull up. We must try.
What happened?
Who cares? Just go. Go, go!
Go!
Go, go, go!
You did it. Now, open the hangar doors.
Come on!
Hurry! Move! Elack's on his way back!
Ah! - Jool!
Damn!
It's out of oil! I can't believe it! It's out of oil!
Why are they all out of oil?!
Come on!
Pilot, if you can, lock onto the Marauder's coordinates again.
Elack, if we don't find the strength, it's all been for nothing.
We must try. Target the Marauders.
We're in. Let's go. - Get us out of here.
Elack... now.
Pilot.
Are we clear?
Yeah, but we've been hit pretty badly.
The deception shroud's been compromised.
We're gonna reappear in about a hundred microts.
D'Argo, I do apologize...
Jool, not now!
The magnetics are spiking, Braca.
Ma'am, two Marauders were destroyed but the third is still operational.
We can make it back to the Command Carrier.
And give Crichton two arns head start?
Tell the Carrier to retrieve us in flight.
We're going after them now.
Lock onto their coordinates, Braca.
The Darnaz Probes.
They're still here.
Don't forget them, Crichton.
Don't. They are not safe.
Don't be afraid. I know a way.
Whoa, whoa. What are you talking about?
It's a great plan. God, I love it.
We leave the planet, then we come right back.
We were not planning on coming back.
Ah, I knew it was a lousy plan from the microt you told me.
Should have left me in the Pod.
Stop complaining!
At least I picked you up. There was nothing I could do.
They hit the deception shroud and the turbines were about to fail.
How come the Marauder went past us?
I fired a satellite probe. Hopefully they'll follow that for about a day.
Oh, great. Then come right back and kill us.
That's great. We've got a day to live.
No. Because by then, I would have fixed the turbines and we'll be long gone.
That is not gonna be possible.
Look at your skin.
This due to the magnetics?
Yeah.
We stay here one more arn and we're all gonna be dead.
Can you get this thing fixed in an arn?
Get us out of here?
It'll be difficult because they hit both power grids.
When we first got here, Vella, she said something about the probes.
If we what... - Get all three probes,
reactivate them at 600 motras apart, we can reverse the magnetics.
Did you say motras or metras? - Motras.
So like, just over half a metra? -That's it.
Then let's go find the third probe.
I was wrong.
It was you, not Vella.
You want the probes as a weapon.
Where did Crichton see the probe?
I... I don't know. I don't know exactly.
He told me he saw it. He said it was buried.
Well, Crichton was there.
And he was there. And he was here. He was... he was everywhere.
Stop! You tell me where it is, now!
I'll... I'll never tell. Never.
We'll die here. We'll all die.
Granny. Gran...
We're going probe hunting.
Sorry to interrupt the party, Black Lagoon, but you have to go now.
Get, get! Go on. Get, get!
No, look, come back.
Now, I know you hurt me, but I don't wanna hurt you.
I have...
I need...
Oh, that doesn't sound too good.
I've looked for the Darnaz Triangle for 20 cycles.
I will wait no longer!
You tell me where it is.
Or you die!
The probe. Where is it?
Hey, I wanna find it as much as you do.
It's the only way we're gonna get out of this situation,
if we reverse what's going on.
We don't need her for that.
Where is it?
Actually, we do need her.
If I can't do it, she's the only one who can... can help.
You won't get a second chance without her.
Probe is... it's that way.
You. In front with the old woman.
Over there.
Behind those rocks.
So you know where the other probes are.
In the lair.
That bitch Vella had them.
Swore I'd get my share of the bounty.
But she lied.
She tried to hide the other two probes.
Bounty?
Now they'll pay me.
There.
The third probe.
It's mine.
Now I have no further use for you.
No, Jool, don't shoot him. He's got the probe.
Stop him!
What the hell is he doing?! He's gonna get us all killed!
Crichton, we're all gonna die.
Oh!
But he can live down there, until the magnetic summer ends.
And?
And...
Was that Winona?
Yes.
I really don't wanna know where you hid her.
You help Crichton, I'll get the other probes from Oo-nii's lair.
Go!
Ah!
Crichton.
Crichton!
Come on.
John! I have both probes.
Yeah, Jool, I got the third probe.
How far did you say they had to be apart?
Six hundred motras.
All right.
Did you just save my life?
Again.
Thanks.
Hey, Pip, go with Jools.
See if you can get those probes reactivated.
Right.
Hey, how do I do that?
Slam 'em on the ground and kick 'em.
Kick 'em. Right.
Crichton, I've got the other probe.
Good, Pip, just keep moving.
Oh, this is far enough.
Here goes nothing.
Come on, work, damn you.
Is yours working?
Nothing's happening.
You son of a bitch.
Wait. Wait.
It's... It's working.
You guys seeing this?
What was lost is now gained.
Son of a gun.
I can breathe again. I can.
The probes.
They must've reversed the magnetics.
John, it worked.
John.
I'm okay.
Me, too.
Hey, you guys probably want to come check this out.
What is that?
The lost Temple.
The Darnaz Triangle.
When it created the magnetic summers, it... it must've trapped part of the past.
They're the same priests that were here 12,000 cycles ago.
Do they know time has passed?
I don't think so.
So you're saying they've been...
they've been frozen like balla and now they're awake?
They don't know anything that's happened?
I don't think they know we're here.
So the question is do we stay or do we go?
I think that decision should rest with Jool.
She's the instructor here now.
I'm gonna say hello.
Okay.
Well, everything we found proves our races are linked.
Maybe you should stay. Study what we discover.
Wish I could.
You know I can't.
That Aeryn ninx, right?
Yeah. You take care.
I will.
You, too.
Is, uh... is he the last?
Yeah.
I've said goodbye to everyone. I can't make any of you stay.
Well, uh, you're the only who can stay.
You're the only one not being hunted by the Peacekeepers.
The Priests will need help.
They have 12,000 cycles of catching up.
D'Argo.
I am so sorry for not defending you.
Maybe you weren't Vella's intellectual equal, but...
But I am now. She's a rock.
I'm trying to apologize.
Go on.
You...
you have more courage, integrity and honesty than a dozen Vellas.
And I should've said that to her.
We retrieved their satellite probe.
They must have shot it ahead as a lure.
I will find them again and when I do,
they will pay for this humiliation.
But if I hear any gossip,
a joke in the Officers' Club,
anything at all about what happened at Arnessk...
You won't. - If I do...
you shall answer for it.
Oh, come on.
Look on the positive side.
At least Jool won't be hunted anymore.
Unlike us.
She can stay on Arnessk, have a goal, something to fight for.
Unlike us.
So any response from Moya?
Not yet.
I've sent out a secure Comm,
but I'm not even sure if this transmitter's working properly.
Great. We're hunted by Peacekeepers,
towing a dead module, lost in the Uncharted Territories
with no purpose in life.
How good does it get?
Oh, no.
One of us has a purpose, don't you, Crichton?
Hey, Grandma.
Why'd you try to kill me?
If Grayza asked, couldn't have you giving her the Darnaz Probes.
Better you dead than millions if she misused them.
What's your name, old woman?
Utu-Noranti-Pralatong.
Well, Noranti,
you're right.
I do have a purpose.