Episode Transcripts

Air Date: February 14, 2003
Written by David Kemper
Directed by Andrew Prowse

Transcript by Xenajules2
Edited and put on-line by Bluey

Episode 4.17 - A Constellation of Doubt

Previously, on Farscape (voice of Noranti):
Scene One: from "Unrealized Reality", John is floating, in his spacesuit, above Earth as the sun peeks over the horizon.
Scene Two: from "Unrealized Reality", Einstein and John are sitting on the iceberg. Einstein: "What do you desire with wormholes?" John: "To go home."
Scene Three: from "Unrealized Reality", John, wearing his spacesuit, zooms down a wormhole.
Scene Four: from "Kansas", John floats over Earth. John: "That really is Kansas."
Scene Five: from "Kansas", Aeryn stands outside the house, in the bright sunshine, talking to the Sheriff. Aeryn: "Would you like to come in?" She gestures towards the door. Sheriff: "Yah, thanks." Aeryn: "Oh."
Scene Six: from "Kansas", Sheriff: "Who are you people?" Noranti leans towards him: "Aliens." D'Argo snakes out his tongue and knocks the Sheriff unconscious.
Scene Seven: from "Kansas", John sits beside Rygel on a candy-wrapper littered couch. Rygel is carving away manically at a pumpkin. John rubs him on the head: "You been, uh, stealing candy, Mr. Burroughs?" Rygel: "Oh, Crichton. How illegal is this dren? You gotta get me more!"
Scene Eight: from "Terra Firma", the DRD named "1812" zips over to John. John introduces it to Bobby. John: "1812, this is Bobby. Bobby, this is 1812. 1812 is gonna be your tour guide. Don't let him break anything." Bobby: "Oh, I won't break anything."
Scene Nine: from "Terra Firma", Chiana and Sikozu are sunbathing in bikinis. Bobby is video-taping them. Chiana puts down the magazine she was reading: "Hey! I got this great idea. How bout... how bout we break outta here and go make some new friends?" Bobby goes behind their chairs and zooms in on Sikozu. Sikozu: "Chiana, you know the humans will not let us out unescorted. And the way you make friends, I do not blame them." She glares into the camera at Bobby.
Scene Ten: from "Bringing Home the Beacon", John has his pulse pistol pointed at Aeryn's face. John: "Where's Aeryn... Aeryn?" Aeryn reaches for her pulse pistol and John shoots her in the face. It bubbles and shoots sparks. Sikozu: "A bioloid."
Scene Eleven: from "Bringing Home the Beacon", John kneels beside the body of the bioloid. D'Argo: "You know... it's not Aeryn." John: "It was never Aeryn." D'Argo: "We're not gonna give up on her, John. Sikozu said the Scarrans were taking Grayza to a place called Katratzi. Maybe that's where Aeryn is now." John: "She could be anywhere out there." D'Argo: "But we're not gonna let her go. I give you my word."
And now, on Farscape...






PROLOGUE




There is sprightly music playing and a man's voiceover as still photographs are shown.
"Officer Aeryn Sun"
There is a photo of Aeryn in a light colored top, with her hair down, long and straight. There is a potted fern next to her and a large window behind her.
"General Ka D'Argo"
D'Argo appears to be standing in front of the same window Aeryn was.
"Sikozu Svala Shanti Sugaysi Shanu"
Sikozu is sitting down facing the camera, a huge smile on her face.
"Dominar Rygel, the Sixteenth"
Rygel is also in front of a window.
"Chiana"
Chiana is wearing a black, sleeveless top, also smiling.
"Utu Noranti Pralatong"
Noranti appears to be sitting outside, on a porch or deck. She is also smiling... while holding a small skull up beside her face. Her third eye is wide open and pink.
"The Pilot"
Not surprisingly, Pilot is seated at the console, in his den.


The photograph of Pilot shrinks until it is shown to be in a frame, on a screen. There is a man in a dark suit and tie standing next to the frame.
Man: "These are the first extraterrestrials known to have visited this planet."
The man walks slowly across a stage. Behind him is a star scene of a pink nebula with the words "ALIEN VISITION" emblazoned across it.
Man: "It has now been several months since they left with Commander John Crichton..."
A small photo of John appears in front of the man.
"... aboard their ship, Moya..."
A photo of Moya appears beside the photo of John.
"and besides their names..."
The top photos disappear.
"... what else do we really know about them? Precious little except the carefully orchestrated appearances allowed by our government. Good Evening. I'm your host, R. Wilson Monroe."


The sound changes and now seems to come from a speaker...
"And tonight... we will pierce the veil of secrecy, showing you these aliens as no one has witnessed them before."
The man walks closer to the camera and appears to be speaking directly to the viewer. He is showing on a large, flatscreen tv.
"This network... has come into possesion... "




Rygel: "How many times are you going to watch this?"
John: "Until I figure it out."
He and Rygel are sitting in a darkened room, facing the tv screen.
Rygel: "I told Pilot not to let you know he'd intercepted it."


The man continues speaking, in the background.


John: "They never even gave it a chance."
Rygel: "Well, what do you expect?"
John: "It's not what you expect... it's what you hope for."


The tv now shows a Catholic bishop who is sitting down and talking.


Rygel: "It's a backward planet full of superstitous, xenophoic morons. Nothing makes sense if they didn't think of it first and, even then, it's simplistic drivel."
John gets up and walks around some furniture.
Rygel: "Beg pardon. How rude. Are you from there?"
John grabs him by the back of his neck and hauls him towards the door.
John: "Out."
Rygel grunts and waves his arms: "Wait! You can't do that!"
John pushes him out through the open door.
John: "My quarters. My life. My tv."
Rygel: "This won't..."
He pitches a bowl full of popcorn into Rygels face. It covers his head and falls off him, onto the floor.
John: "Your popcorn."
Rygel spits popcorn out of his mouth: "... bring her back, you know."
John walks away from the door: "No, but it'll keep you out of my room."
The door swings shut behind him, with a whoosh.


The voices on the tv continue, in the background.


John goes to a table and pours some liquid in a cup. He comms: "Sikozu Shanu."


Sikozu is standing by a console, working some controls. She comms back: "No."
John: "Nothing?"
Sikozu: "A reasonable interpretation of the word 'no'."
John: "Katrazi. It's the name of a place. A place where they took Aeryn."


On the tv screen, Aeryn, in her PK garb, is standing next to a sandy-haired teenaged boy who is wearing a football jersey. They are in front of a decorated Christmas tree.


Sikozu: "As stupid as you must think them, the Scarrans have managed to build one of the most extensive empires in the galaxy."
John takes a drink from his cup.
Sikozu: "In part... and I shall repeat this because it does not seem to sink in... by not advertising the location of their secret bases."
John: "Are you asking the right people?"
Sikozu: "And who would they be?"
John: "Are you asking in Scarran?"
Sikozu: "Of course I am, you raskreeta!"
John: "I know what that means, and I love you too."
Sikozu: "Well, you've earned it. Bother me one more time and you can come down here and do this for yourself."
John picks up the tv remote control and points it at the screen. The voice from the tv gets louder.


R. Wilson Monroe: "When we come back, we will meet Officer Aeryn Sun, rumored within many circles to be John Crichton's lover."
Monroe walks back to the framed screen where the show started. It is showing the a video of Aeryn. She is wearing a dress and talking quietly.


John looks at the tv and drinks from his cup.


Monroe: "This alien, who looks remarkably human, will reveal a side of herself that you may find disturbing."
The camera zooms in tightly on Aeryn's face.
Aeryn: "Well, I look like your people, so..." She continues talking, but the hosts voice is interposed over hers.
Monroe: "Please stay with us as "Alien Visitation" continues."

END OF PROLOGUE

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ACT ONE

R Wilson Monroe, wearing khaki pants, a sport jacket and a white shirt, open at the throat is sitting on a stage facing Aeryn. She is also seated, slightly facing him and she is wearing her black leather outfit. Her hair is down, long and straight.
Aeryn: "Earth... is under... no threat from the Peacekeepers."
Monroe: "But, you said..."
Aeryn interrupts him: "Look. If... if you were to make.. a pact with an enemy, then, perhaps."




John sits in front of the tv, watching. His face is relected on the screen, behind Aeryn.




Monroe: "So... the possibility exists that your people one day would attack?"
Aeryn sighs, then laughs: "Why are you so... determined to twist this into something it's not?"
Monroe: "Because, Officer Sun, you are an admitted soldier in, what is to us, an alien army. You look human. Indistinquishable to the naked eye. How are we to know that there aren't thousands of your people roaming our planet, preparing our destruction?"
Aeryn: "Surely John Crichton has explained this to you all already."
Monroe: "Well, we need to hear it from you."
Aeryn: "Hear what? That Earth is sacrosanct? That your perfect isolation can somehow be restored? Is that it? Look, from what I know of the Peacekeepers... and of anyone else, for that matter... they couldn't care less about this planet. You're not a threat. Technologically speaking, you're not even a potential... ally, so..." She sighs: "...if someone wanted to enslave you, if they wanted to destroy you, could it be done? Well, quite simply, yes." She shrugs and smiles.

Monroe, in suit and tie, steps towards the camera.
Monroe: "The reason you have not seen that interview before is because it was held back... after requests from both our own government and the United Nations Secretary-General. Tonight, we have our first look at over one hundred and twenty hours of previously unseen videotape on the aliens. Tonight, you have he chance to see portions of this material, along with comments from various experts and leaders. But first, I'm joined by the remarkable young man who was fortunate enough to be in the right place at the right time with... and this is always helpful... the right connections. Bobby Coleman, John Crichton's nephew.
A dark-haired teenage boy dressed in a blue dress shirt and khaki pants comes onto the stage and shakes R Wilson Monroe's hand.
Monroe: "Welcome, Bobby."
Bobby: "Good to be here."
Monroe: "Tell me, how did you and that camera manage to get all this remarkable footage?"
Monroe sits down in a chair. Bobby is already seated.
Bobby:"Well, when my Uncle got back to Earth... my mom's Uncle John's older sister... we flew down to Florida and I got to stay on for a couple of weeks with my Aunt Olivia, my Grandpa and the aliens."
Monroe: "And the aliens didn't mind you videotaping them?"
Bobby: "No. It was pretty cool."
Monroe: "How did you find them, Bobby?"
Bobby: "They're normal. Just like you and me." He fiddles with the video camera he has strapped to his palm, tapping it with his other hand.
Monroe: "Normal... I, uh, but clearly alien."
Bobby: "Yah. Some more than others."
Monroe: "You spent many days in their company. Did you ever feel threatened?"
Bobby: "No."
Monroe: "Did you ever get a sense that there was a conspiracy between them?"
Bobby: "No way."
Monroe: "So... why did you and your family wait so long to make these tapes public?"
Bobby: "Well, we thought about it for a long time and with all these weird accusations starting to surface, we decided that it was best to help everyone not be afraid."


A videotape of D'Argo starts to play. He is sitting outside with trees and water behind him.
D'Argo: "I've seen lots of your movies. And, in every film, the aliens are always evil and Earth always is victorious."
Bobby: "You mean we have to learn there are good aliens?"
The camera pans in on D'Argo: "No. I mean you have to learn you won't always win."


The video of D'Argo shrinks and is over-ridden by a man who is talking in an excited manner. His hair is sticking out all over his head, he wears glasses, and he waves his arms and pounds his fist into his palm as he talks. There is a text-box infront of him, naming him as: Dr. Garrett Hamilton, Anthropologist, University of Michigan
Dr. Hamilton: "This is a watershed moment in human history. The equivalent of a huge meteor smashing Earth during dinosaur times. Will we bend under the sudden weight of it or respond and flourish?"
The video of D'Argo continues quietly in the background.


The video switches to a scene in a kitchen. A dark-haired Bobby is standing and listening to Aeryn talk. She is wearing a long-sleeved dress and is standing in front of a counter that is covered with kitchen utensils, some celery, a jar of mayonaise, etc.
Aeryn: "You can't even fully accept us, and we're the nice aliens. You know, what about some of the next ones that come down through the wormhole?" She picks up half a sandwich and takes a bite out of it.


A different man appears beside the video and starts speaking. He is bald-headed and has lots of wrinkles on his face. A text-box identifies him as:Dr. Jason Fletcher, President, International Society of Sociology
Dr. Fletcher: "My biggest fear, exacerbated in part by these tapes, is that the fabric of our society may come under an assault it is not yet prepared to withstand."


The video camera zooms in on Sikozu's face. She is inside and there are some books on shelves in the background.
Sikozu: "The political complications that may arise from a simple wormhole floating in your atmosphere will devastate a planet that is still in the throes of intraspecies chaos!"
The camera moves back, away, and shoots Sikozu sitting down, examining a book she holds in her lap. There is a tall pile of books on another chair beside her.


A woman commentator appears. She is an older woman with short brown hair. She wearsa khaki suit and white blouse with a wide white collar. The text-box says she is:Dr. Edith Anderson, Psychologist & Author of "What Makes Us Tick: A Study Of Evil".
Dr. Anderson: "I'm particularly concerned with the effects of another alien visitation on society in general. Since they've left, there's been a seven hundred percent increase in panic and anxiety attacks."


The video switches to Rygel. He is sitting at a table, eating. His face and hands are smeared with what appears to be pumpkin pie and whipped cream.
Rygel: "If Earth is remembered at all, it will most likely be for the quality of its manual labor."


Monroe: "In culling through the staggering amount of candid material recorded on young Bobby Coleman's tapes, there was one alien visitor in particular who never failed to elicit extreme curiosity among staffers here at the network. General Ka D'Argo."


The video shows the inside of LoLah, D'Argo's ship.
LoLah: "Power systems at your command, Ka D'Argo."
Bobby: "Your ship is so cool."
D'Argo: "It's a weapon."
Bobby swings the video camera around wildly, shooting all the lights and controls. D'Argo is sitting down.
Bobby: "Yah."
D'Argo: "It kills people."
Bobby: "Whoa! Like monsters and stuff?"
D'Argo: "Yes, sometimes. But, sometimes just, uh... kills those who are in the wrong place at the wrong time."
Bobby: "You said you'd show me what it could do."
D'Argo sighs: "Alright. Give me that. Come on."
Bobby: "You know how to work it?"
D'Argo: "Look, I've flown this through a wormhole. I'm sure I'll be able to work it out."
LoLah: "Telemetry functions at your command."
The targeting goggles lower infront of Bobby. He leans towards it.
Bobby: "So, I look through this and what am I gonna...?"
D'Argo: "It's a recording captured through my targeting array."
Bobby: "Whoa! It's just that... it just... disappeared."
D'Argo: "It's a rogue Leviathan. It tried to kill us and we had to destroy it."
Bobby turns away from the goggles and looks at D'Argo: "Could you... I mean, could we... stop you if you tried to attack us?"
D'Argo: "With your current defenses? No."


There is a new commentator. A middle-aged man in a sports jacket, wearing a turtle neck sweater underneath. He has his arms crossed on his chest. A text-box identifies him as: Major General Stephen Walcott, USMC, Ret.
General Walcott: "The most frightening aspect of this Pandora's box we've opened is, he may be right. Huh... from what I've heard, his ship has our best and brightest utterly perplexed."
The commentator changes to Dr. Anderson.
Dr. Anderson: "By indicating that our current defenses could not contain him, General D'Argo is performing an act of psychological terror."
Dr Anderson continues her comments, but the tape begins to squeak as it fast-forwards.


John is holding the remote pointed at the tv, pressing a button. D'Argo walks up to John's door and looks in, watching him.


Voice of D'Argo: "Yah, I think it's time. We're leaving now."
Bobby: "You're leaving? Why?"
D'Argo is still seated in LoLah. Bobby has the camera back and is taping him.
D'Argo: " Well, because there are some people here... some very powerful people... who don't appreciate what we're doing."
Bobby: "They're kicking you out."
D'Argo: "No. But they're making it very difficult for us to continue down here."
The tape makes squeaking sounds again.


John presses the fast-forward button. After a few microts, he lets it go.


Voice of D'Argo: "It might be a bit dramatic for one Luxan, but, uh, I dan do enough damage to your world to change it forever."


D'Argo opens the door and comes in. He walks quickly over to the tv. John rests the remote on his forhead.
D'Argo: "You know, you really shouldn't be watching this. Here's a tape you brought back from Earth."
D'Argo changes the video tape. It shows a football game with the ball sailing high through the air. The crowd is cheering.
John: "State wins. No big plays. Put mine back in."
He stands up by swinging his legs over the back of the seat. He starts towards the table.
D'Argo: "Katratzi."
John stops in his tracks.
John: "What?"
D'Argo: "We can't find it. Pilot searched every frequency, every..."
John: "No. The Scarrans have Aeryn in a box, D'Argo."
D'Argo: "I know."
John: "Katratzi. Katratzi... why do I know that name?"
D'Argo: "Sikozu heard the Scarrans say it as they were arresting Comandant Grayza."
John: "No, from before. You know it too."
D'Argo: "You're confused."
John: "No... I'm not. Why do I know that name?"
D'Argo: "No! You're not getting enough sleep and you're watching too much of this."
John: "They hate you guys."
D'Argo: "Well, I liked it there."
John: "You see the show?"
D'Argo: "No."
John: "You should. It's educational. They're not ready."
D'Argo: "We should move on. Inquire at nearby planets."
John shakes his head and waves off D'Argo: "No, no, no, no. They won't know. I know. No, I know, I know, I know." He keeps waving his hand. "Just... put my tape back in." He points at the tv.
D'Argo changes the tape.


"The change in John is..."
The speaker is Olivia Crichton, John's sister. The video shows John clowning around with some photographs.
Olivia: "...he's even more thoughtful than he was. He studies everything keenly before deciding what to do."


A sandy-haired Bobby speaks into the video camera.
Bobby: "I'm here with I... IASA Commander John Crichton, te first and only human to boldly go where no man has gone before."
He turns the camera towards John, who is sitting on a stairway, looking at a photo album.
Bobby: "You spent over three years in deepest, darkest space..."
John leans his head on a hand, propped up on a stair, while Bobby talks.
Bobby: "... battling aliens and evil races. What was the worst part?"
John: "The worst part? Um... was the complete and utter lack of toilet paper. Seriously?" He holds up an old black-and-white photo of a woman: "Missing family." He looks at the photo again and puts it back in the book.
Bobby: "When you got back, what was the most different about Earth?"
John: "Nothing, Bobby. Earth's pretty much the same.
Bobby: "Are you different?"


John stares intently at the tv.


John pauses for a microt: "Yah, I'm different."
Bobby: "How?"
John: "Well, things that used to bother me don't bother me that much anymore. The world seems smaller. And, I keep waiting for something to happen and I have to remind myself when it doesn't happen... that that's normal."


Dr. Anderson: "Post-traumatic shock syndrome. It's hard to tell without examining him, but from this little snippet of tape, I'm most concerned about his constantly waiting for something to happen. This suggests he's been under enormous and continuous stress."




Sikozu is sitting and tapping the toe of her boot on a cushion. Chiana walks past the doorway and stops. She hollers in to Sikozu.
Chiana: "You're supposed to be checking for this place that they've taken Aeryn."
Sikozu: "No one has heard of it."
Chiana: "Well, Crichton still thinks that you're checking."
Sikozu: "He needs to keep believing that. I've been done for arns. Pilot has double-checked. No one has heard of it. No one!"
Chiana: "Well, they must be lying."
Sikozu rolls her eyes: "No, Chiana. They're not lying."
Chiana: "How can you tell if they're not lying?" She strides into the room, over to Sikozu.
Chiana: "You can't tell when I'm lying!"
Sikozu: "Yes we can. We all can."
Chiana is standing right next to Sikozu: "How?"
Sikozu turns and looks at Chiana: "You open your mouth and words come out of it."
Chiana grabs Sikozu's arm and drags her to her feet.
Chiana: "Don't you lie to Crichton."
Sikozu laughs but keeps moving: "All right, Chiana."
Chiana follows her: "Keep checking."
Sikozu pushes Chiana towards the console: "Alright, I'm done. You try!" She turns and stalks out.
Chiana stands at the console, thinking.

END OF ACT ONE

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ACT TWO

The video camera swings around and zooms in on Noranti's back. She is standing up at a counter, working on something. She has her hair pulled back, on top, in a sort of modified beehive, with small braids falling down beside her face.
Bobby: "What'cha doin?"
Noranti: "Making rat poison."
Bobby: "Gonna kill a few?"
There is a line of clear glass dishes in front of a cutting board. Noranti is grinding something on a cutting board.
Noranti: "On the contrary. The rats asked me to make this so that they can kill some humans."
Bobby: "Ha, ha."
Noranti looks towards the camera and chuckles.
Noranti: "Every planet has its indigenous potions just waiting to be blended and discovered. I'm playing."
Bobby: "What did you think of South America?"


John paces back and forth, still watching the video.




Noranti faces the camera: "Very verdant. "Uh, green. No green people, though. Now that's a shame."
Bobby: "I heard a lot of people got freaked out about your third eye."
Noranti: "Well, uh... it... it.. something about, uh, witchcraft. They were very fearful. Huh... Rygel's going down to sort it all out."


Dr. Hamilton starts to talk, over the video.
Dr. Hamilton: "I was in South America when she came through. Many of the "miracles" she's credited with have yet to unravel under scrutiny.


The commentator changes to a partially obscured figure with an electronically distorted (slightly) voice. It is a short-haired man wearing a suit and white shirt. The text-box identifies him as: High Level Administrative Source, Intelligence Community.
Source: "We're fairly certain we know how she... cured the... blind boy in Brazil."


The video continues to show Noranti speaking animatedly into the camera.


Dr. Hamilton: "Why is it so hard for us to believe that someone from another planet can do things that we find extraordinary? Isnt she herself extraordinary, just... by being here?"


Noranti: "I like... that you're always striving to reach higher. Hoping for a better tomorrow. It's the quality that first attracted me to your Uncle."
Bobby: "That humans dream?"
Noranti: "Yes! You're so ignorant, but you never give up. Even in the face of insurmountable odds."


Dr. Fletcher: "Listen to what she's saying about us. Humans never give up. Now, for that to become impressed upon an alien mind, this simple fact that we would tend to take for granted ourselves, becomes validation that we eventually will fit in. Never give up."


Noranti: "Ooh! If you like, I can mix you something to help your voice drop."
Bobby: "No, thanks."
Noranti leans in towards the camera: "Watch out for the rats. They go for the young ones first."
The video wobbles and then switches towards the open glass doors. There is a rustling sound in the background.


Olivia Crichton: "She's actually really spiritual. You... you should hear her stories about religions of all the worlds she's visited. Really... an eye opener. So much cruelty and so much kindness."


The video now shows Noranti sitting outside at a table. There is an open book in front of her and several objects laying around nearby, including a small, silver skull. She folds her hands and speaks directly to the camera.
Noranti: "What constitutes a good religion?"
Bobby: "Respect for life."
Noranti: "Mmm."
Bobby: "Do unto others."
Noranti: "Mmm mm. Belief in a higher being?"
Bobby: "Of course.
Noranti: "Hmm. Hyprocrite."
Bobby: "Me... or everyone?"
Noranti: "Well, your religions justify killing and all forms of atrocious behavior."
She picks up a crucifix from the table and turns it over.
Bobby: "Yah. That's hard to deal with."


Dr. Fletcher: "Miss Noranti is not wrong that we have a history and culture of killing that we continually attempt to wallpaper with justifications and platitudes. I see nothing wrong with what she's saying."


Noranti "See, killing often a part of life. What's hypocritical is to condemn and then make allowances when the situation suits."
Bobby: "So... it's okay to kill?"
Noranti: "Absolutely. Sometimes you must."
Bobby: "You in some kind of cult? Like a witch or something?"
Noranti: "Not at the moment."
She holds the silver skull up beside her face and smiles.


Another new commentator appears. It is a white-haired man in a dark suit and tie. He is wearing tinted glasses. The text-box identifies him as: Reverend Nathan Buckley, National Religious Leader.
Rev. Buckley: "If her religion justifies killing then she's not someone I want telling us what to believe."


The commentator becomes a bald-headed man dressed in red and gold robes. He is identified as: Ivan Chanderpaul, Federation of American Buddhists.
Ivan: "There is never an occasion when murder is allowable. Life is the font of all that we hold with respect."


The commentator changes again. This time the speaker is an older gentleman wearing a khaki uniform with a maroon beret. There is a gold medalion on the front of the beret. He wears glasses and has a small mustache. He gestures towards the camera with one hand as he speaks. He is said to be: General Harwll Zawicki, United Nations Space Command.
General Zawicki: " After she's had to kill somebody, then I'll accept her pronouncements."


Noranti is fiddling with a pile of cards on the table in front of her.
Bobby: "Do religions hate each other where you come from?"
Noranti: "Ohh! Good heavens, no. Religions are grand, lofty ideals. Religious followers... now that's a different story."
Bobby: "Wars?"
Noranti: "Unspeakable."
Bobby: "So we're not so different."
Noranti: "Hmm. That's nothing to be proud of."


A new commentator appears to the left of the video. It is a blonde-haired woman wearing a brown suit and white blouse, open at the throat. She looks like the person who was dating John Crichton, named Caroline, but here she is identified as: Dr. Jayne O'Connor, Criminal Psychologist, Duke University.
Dr. O'Connor: "This is a dangerous woman. She effortlessly twists her simple logic into something that is almost believable until you look deeper and it unravels. Not the kind of personality you would want running around unchecked."


The picture switches back to the host, R Wilson Monroe.
Monroe: "Sometimes it's hard to remember that just a few short months ago..."
The video flashes with white lines and squeaks as it fast-forwards.


John sits and points the remote control at the tv set. He lets go of the button and slowly lowers it to his lap, as Aeryn begins speaking.


Aeryn: "Well, what you have to understand is while cultures and civilizations may vary wildly from socially primitive to hyper-mechanized, there is still a uniformity in the way that people conduct their lives."


She is sitting on a stage, partially facing R. Wilson.


Monroe: "You're saying wherever you go in the Universe... we're all the same?"
Aeryn: "Essentially, yes. In that way, Earth is no different from other planets."
Monroe: "Other species, from different worlds, uh... do they have relationships, marriage, children?"
Aeryn: "Most definately. There are limits. The genetic patterns would have to support such a union."
Monroe: "And could a Sebacean, such as yourself, procreate with a human male?"
Aeryn's mouth opens and she stares at Monroe in shock.


The video squeaks and rewinds.


Monroe: "And could a Sebacean such as yourself procreate with a human male?"
Aeryn's mouth opens and she stares at Monroe. She takes a breath and tilts her head, blinking her eyes.
Monroe: "Officer Sun?"
Aeryn opens and closes her mouth, but no sound comes out. R Wilson leans in towards her.


John stares intently at the tv screen and Aeryn's image.


There is a flash of light and Aeryn turns toward John. Her voice sounds hollow.
Aeryn: "I believe Katratzi to be some sort of base. Highly guarded."


John blinks. He rewinds the tape again.


R Wilson Monroe leans forwards: "Officer Sun?"
Aeryn: "Uh... uh... uh." She tilts her head and blinks. "Yes, I was just thinking. Well... there's no way to be sure at this point. However, our physiologies do appear to be very similar."
Monroe: "Remarkably so, in fact."
Aeryn nods several times.


The video returns to R Wilson standing in front of the "Alien Visitation" backdrop.


John continues to stare at the tape.


Monroe: "Was Officer Sun's hesitation at my question an honest moment of introspection... or was it something more? These are now the issues we grapple with. How much to trust? How open do we allow ourselves to become? Do we view an alien commingling of our gene pool as a favroable step towards integration into a larger community, or as a threat?"


The video shows Aeryn in the kitchen. She is preparing a sandwich. Bobby walks into the picture and joins her at the counter.


Ivan Chanderpaul: "Well, one can only hope that a union between those of Earth and elsewhere is possible. Such marriages will foster bonds of family and generate trust between disparate peoples."
Dr. Anderson: "If you thought children of race-mixed parents took abuse at the hands of other children, wait until one is born with tentacles!"
Olivia Crichton laughs: "Seriously now, what is the big deal? Firstly, I do not believe Aeryn's pregnant with John's baby and, secondly, if she was..." Olivia shrugs.


The video now shows John at a workbench aboard Moya. The camera is looking between some kind of struts. Bobby speaks quietly: "Am I going to get in trouble for taping this."
John: "Well, not of the physical kind. no."
Olivia walks into the bay behind John.
Olivia: "You gonna be okay?"
John: "Yah. I'm gonna be fine. I'm just never gonna be the same."
Olivia: "Aeryn."
John: "Stop that."
Olivia: "Remember when you tried to hide that crush on..."
John: "Stop it."
Olivia: "Jill... what was her name?"
John: Stop it! Steiner. Her name was Steiner. What's my tell?"
Olivia: "Your lips. When you see Aeryn, they soften just a bit."
John: "She has a word for us. It's called 'yesterday'."
Olivia: "Yah... right."
John: "She have a tell?"
Olivia: "Yah."
John: "What is it?"
Olivia: "Her eyes. She's waiting for you."
John: "Can we talk about something else? Politics?"


John is still watching the video, but he has gotten as far away from it as he can and still be in the room. He has his back to the open lattice of his doorway. Chiana quietly comes up to the door. She leans against the lattice first, then reaches out and takes hold of John's hand.


Dr. Hamilton: "I, for one, like the idea that we're not alone. So why not go all the way? Become part of the cultural fabric of the new world in which we'll live? If they're in love... they're in love." He spreads his arms out and shrugs.


John feels Chiana's hand with his finger. They both watch the tv.
John: "You know this word... Katratzi."
Chiana: "No."
John: "That wasn't a question. You heard it... with me."
Chiana: "Only from Sikozu."
John: "No. With me."
Chiana: "No."


The video continues...
Olivia: "That's so sweet. You didn't have to."
Aeryn: "Under the tree?"
Olivia: "Yah. Absolutely."
Aeryn looks at the camera as she walks by: "Hi Bobby." She places some presents under the Christmas tree.
Bobby: "Is there one for me?"
Olivia: "Bobby..."
Aeryn: "No, actually... um, your's is so big that it wouldn't fit under the tree."
Bobby: "Cool. Cause I got you one too."


Chiana: "When do you give up?"
John: "I don't."
Chiana: "Well, you got to give up sometime."
John: "No. I don't."


Bobby: "Hey, Aunt Olivia, can you shoot me and Aeryn together?"
Olivia is sitting on the floor by the couch. She mugs for the camera.
Olivia: "Actually, I was just thinking about shooting you."
There is some noise and shuffling as the camera changes hands. The sandy-haired Bobby, wearing a football jersey stands in front of the Christmas tree and Aeryn straightens up and stands beside him.
Bobby awkwardly puts an arm across Aeryn's back: "I'm like the coolest kid in school 'cause of you guys."
Aeryn: "Oh, I'm sure you were pretty cool before."
Olivia: "Okay... I was about to make some..."
The video continues.


Chiana: "Well, where do we find her."
John: "We find her."
Chiana takes a deep breath: "You could go back to Earth."


Olivia: "Bobby!"
Aeryn: "It's all right."


John: "Not without Aeryn."


The video shows Aeryn sitting down, from the neck down. Bobby sits down beside her.
Aeryn: "When you're born into military service the way I was, it's deemed best to not have any ties to anyone but your unit."
There is a noise as Bobby stands up and adjusts the camera. It now points at Aeryn's face.
Bobby: "No brothers or sisters? Aunts or Uncles?" He backs up and sits down next to Aeryn again.
Aeryn: No."
Bobby: "Didn't you miss that?"
Aeryn: "Only once I was exposed to it."


Chiana: "They don't like her there. They don't like any of us."
John tilts his head and looks at her.


Monroe: "... footage you're about to see is simply intended as ..."


John: "You watch too much tv."


Monroe: "... fuel the discussions that will..."


Chiana whispers: "Yep."


Monroe: "...ultimately decide the direction we take as a species. I'll be back shortly. Please enjoy." The music begins to play again.


John: "Bet this summabitch wins an Emmy."

END OF ACT TWO

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ACT THREE

The video continues.


Monroe: "Amidst all the readily identifiable dissimilarities between our human race and the alien visitors we've been learning about, occaionally on these startling videotapes, we come upon a moment that seeminly unites us in spirit across endless chasms of space."


Chiana is sitting on her heels, among some bushes. She is holding something in her hands and talking to it.
Chiana: "It's okay. It's okay." She inhales: "It's okay."
The camera comes around the bush, showing Chiana's face.
Bobby: "Is that a dead rat?"
Chiana: "Mm. He was my friend." She sniffles. "We... we... we were just playin." She groans. "He just stopped outside the kitchen to eat something and just..." She pets the body and covers it with her sweater and glove. She leans over and kisses it on the head: "It's okay." She hugs it to her chest.


Olivia Crichton: "The more time you spend with Chiana... and the others, the more you realize, with incredible joy and relief, that we've not that dissimilar."


The video shows D'Argo standing outside on a deck or porch, looking out over the water.
Bobby: "What are you doing?"
D'Argo: "I am absorbing beauty."
Bobby: "You like Earth?"
D'Argo: "I didn't think I did at first, but I'm... uh, beginning to realize it's one of the better places I've visited. It reminds me of my own planet about ten thousand cycles ago. It was meant to be undisciplined and adventurous."


Dr. Fletcher: "Imagine. Think of how we view ourselves. A sophisticated culture, growing, evolving. Then look how he view us... undisciplined and adventurous. As time goes on, I predict we'll be forced to realign every concept by which we judge ourselves."


Bobby: "They say you're a great warrior."
D'Argo: "That's an accident of birth. There are better things to do with your life."
Bobby: "Ever kill anyone with your tongue?"


D'Argo takes a step and the camera backs up. He keeps coming towards the camera and Bobby keeps backing away until there is a door frame between them.


D'Argo: "Bobby... my tongue contains adaptive venom. The victim takes in only enough to lose consciousness. No one dies."
Bobby: "Can I see it?"
D'Argo: "No."


Another new commentator. A middle-aged man wearing a camel colored sport coat, checked shirt and a tie. He is identified as: Dr. Adrian Walker, Xenobiologist.
Dr Walker: "Look... you see only differences... tentacles, a tongue with venom. Everything about him screams 'ALIEN'. Now... close your eyes. Listen. General Kar D'Argo could easily be you or me."


Bobby: "I thought you were great on Letterman."
D'Argo stands up and fiddles with his tunic: "Yah. Thanks, um... yah... I thought everyone was laughing with me, so..."


The video stops and returns to R Wilson Monroe standing in front of the logo.
Monroe: "For every instant when we may be lulled into accepting these alien visitors as perhaps nothing more than peculiar-looking versions of people we know here on Earth, there comes another moment on these startling videotapes that seemingly shatters any illusion of potential coexistence."


D'Argo is striding down a corridor in Moya. The camera follows him.
Bobby: "Please."
D'Argo turns his head while still walking: "No."
Bobby: "Why not?"
D'Argo stops and turns back: "For the same reasons that I've been saying to you ad nauseum. Why is it so important?"
Bobby: "Because I like stuff like that. It's cool. Tell me it's not cool."
D'Argo hesitates, then finally relents: "It's cool. Cool." He shakes his head. "All right, now you promise not to tell anyone?"
Bobby: "I promise."
D'Argo: "Okay. All right, turn the camera off."
Bobby sets the still running camera on the floor: "Okay. It's off."
D'Argo: "All right, you ready?"
D'Argo hisses and his tongue shoots out. Bobby grunts and hits the floor with a thud. The camera tilts to show just D'Argo's boots.
D'Argo taps his toe on the floor a couple of times, then hurries down the corridor.
D'Argo comms: "Uh... uh, Noranti! Could you get down here?"


The previous bit of tape reruns in the background, behind the commentators.


Dr. Anderson: "I would have to say that we need to prevent these sorts of encounters from happening outside a research facility."
Ivan Chanderpaul: "Every experience is a learning experience. The boy did not die, he is wiser."
Dr. Anderson: "The aliens cannot have the run of our planet until we know more about their psychology."


The tape shows Chiana standing in front of a mirror, wearing a bathtowel, carrying a lipstick. She has various blobs and colors of makeup on her face and body.
Chiana: "What is this... for?"
Bobby: "Um... your lips. I ask because my Grandfather says you're a great bellwether on who we are as a species."
Chiana takes a big bite out of the lipstick and chews it up.
Chiana: "Bull... wether. Do males... do males put these on their faces?"
Bobby: "Uh... in my family? Only a second cousin no one talks about."
Chiana: "Waste." She takes the flat of her hand and rubs the lipstick on the top of her head.
Bobby: "Make-up?"
Chiana gestures at the sink where all the makeup is spread out: "Why... why are there so many colors?" She holds up a compact of eye-shadows.


Ivan Chanderpaul: "One must look past the physical and see the spiritual side. She condemns materialism and waste... a highly evolved outlook."


Another new commentator, a man with blonde, curly hair (who looks remarkably like Brian Henson <BG>) He is wearing a dark shirt and tie. His text-box identifies him as: Dr. Edmund Johnston, Professor of Cognitive Behaviorism, Stanford University
Dr. Johnston: "Remembering for a moment her otherworldly origins, Chiana's perspective is consistent, well-thought-out and, in my view, correct."


Chiana goes further into the bathroom.
Chiana: "I've seen water rooms like this..." She laughs. "...that have... that have two toilets... two showers... a sink and a tub... and a bubbling tub... bubbling."


Chiana and Rygel sit and watch the video together.


She sighs: "How many places do you need water to come from? You can wash up in the toilet."
Bobby: "Aww, no way!"
Chiana scoops some water out of the toilet and rubs it on her face: "See? It's clean."
Bobby: "Uggh." He shudders.
Chiana looks up at him as the camera zooms in on her face: "What are you looking at?"


Dr. Anderson: "What we're seeing is a very young, disturbed alien girl."
Dr. Hamilton: "Clearly a passionate, though troubled young lady."
The next commentator is dressed in the garb of the Catholic Church. The text-box identifies him as: Bishop Mervyn Vosko
Bishop Vosko: "This young woman should not be allowed near any impressionable child. She is clearly dangerous, troubled and a bad influence."
Dr. Anderson: "I defy anyone..."


Chiana presses a button the remote and turns the tv off.
Rygel takes a deep breath and sighs: "I'm sick of this popcorn. I'm sick of those humans."
Chiana: " I just feel sorry for Crichton. Noranti gave me this stuff... that'll help 'im sleep. You think I should go find him?"
Rygel: "No. Give it to me."
Chiana sticks three fingers into the container: "Okay, ready?" She blows on her fingers and some dust flies into Rygel's face.
Rygel inhales: "Hmm. Feel sorry for Aeryn. He'll get over it."
Chiana: "I don't think he will, Ryg." She reaches out and rubs the back of his neck: "You know, no matter how long it takes, I don't think he'll lose hope."


John sits, thinking.


John hears Aeryn's voice. It sounds hollow.
Aeryn: "I believe Katratzi to be some sort of base."
There is a flash... John sees Aeryn's face.
Aeryn: "Highly guarded."
There are two more flashes.
Aeryn: "They wouldn't have taken Grayza anywhere less secure."
There are two more flashes...


The video shows a console tv set. Rygel is sitting in front of it, surrounded by tables and plates of junk food.


Bobby: "Who's winning?"
Rygel: "Me."
Bobby: "I mean the game."
Rygel: "Who cares?"
Bobby: "You sure got yourself a lot of junk food."
The camera pans around the room, showing the piles of goodies Rygel is eating from.
Rygel: "Too bad. Get your own."
Bobby: "What do you like best on Earth?"
Rygel: "Sugar. Anything with sugar."
Bobby: "Don't you have sugar where you come from?"
Rygel: "Yes, but it's used as a poison. Here, you can get it everywhere!" He laughs.
Bobby: "What else do you like?"
Rygel: "Uhh... grease... fat... love these things."
The camera zeroes in on a plate of hamburgers and buns.


Dr. Fletcher laughs: "I know you'll think I'm joking, but he seems to understand our culture better than we're willing to admit. As an outsider, his views are a prismatic tool for us to perhaps... examine ourselves."


Bobby: "So, all in all, you could live here."
Rygel: "As long as I get to keep my slaves."
Bobby: "They're servants. They get paid. You don't own them."
Rygel: "What? You're kidding. They come running when I call."
Bobby: "The government wants you to feel at home."
Rygel: "Then give me slaves."
Bobby: "Okay, besides eating, what's your favorite thing to do?"
Rygel: "Uh... gamble. You can do it over the phone. You can call females, too. 1-900-SLUT GIRL."


A young woman commentator appears. She has dark, curly hair and is identified as: Alana Lichtenstein, Outside Counsel, Immigration and Naturalization Service
Ms Lichtenstein: "I was priviledged to have interviewed the Dominar during his visit. Despite what I'm sure many viewers are thinking, this is the ruler of over six hundred billion subjects. He must be doing something right."


Monroe: "A little known fact about this, the biggest story of the new millenium. There is at least one person who makes a credible claim that our alien visitors have been here before. In 1985, to be exact, mere months befor the Challenger Space Shuttle disaster.
A photo of the Sheriff who investigated the crew when they came to Earth in "Kansas" is shown to the left of Monroe.
Monroe: "We welcome Robert Shelmacher, former Sheriff of Orlando."
A man who looks like an older version of the Sheriff is sitting across from R Wilson Monroe. He is wearing orange pants, a tan sport coat and a white shirt, no tie. There is something sitting on the floor beside him.
Schelmacher: "Still Sheriff. Always Sheriff. No alien's gonna run me off my job."
Monroe laughs and nods: "Okay, Sheriff. Suppose you start by telling us what happened... down in Florida back in 1985."
Schelmacher: "They were here. All of 'em."
Monroe: "Umm."
Schelmacher: "Ears... tentacles... Cher."
Monroe: "Cher?"
Schelmacher: "Cher. And this one." He holds up the object from the floor. It is a gourd with straw stuck out of the top and mouth and eyes carved into it, looking slightly like Rygel.
Schelmacher: "Their leader."
A photo of the Sheriff's hands hold the gourd shows beside Monroe.
Monroe: "We're all aware of the troubled among us...attention seekers and outright criminals who have attempted to fabricate stories and cash in on this alien visitation. In the Sheriff's defense, way back in 1985, he filed a report with the FBI, giving what we now realize are fairly accurate descriptions of General D'Argo, Noranti, Officer Sun and Dominar Rygel." He smiles: "The files remain sealed, and no one in government will speak of their contents on the record. Can you tell us what you remember of that time, Sheriff?"
Schelmacher: "First they kidnapped our astronaut... the young Crichton. Then they sabotaged our space shuttle program. They set it back. They grounded us. Next came the truly most insidious part and that was installing tiny microchips in each of our brains. Oh.." He reaches down beside his chair and picks up a baseball cap lined with tin foil. He points to the foil: "... but that keeps the signals out."
Monroe: "And... uh, what do you think the signals are telling us?"
Schelmacher: "Eat... fatty... foods." He points to the gourd he has on his lap. "You see this puny little alien talking about fat. That's our downfall."
Monroe: "In what way, Sheriff?"
Schelmacher: "Come on, man, catch on to this. We get fat, we can't move, they defeat us. It's that easy to take over a world."
Monroe: "You've spent a portion of the last eighteen years in an institution, have you not?"
Schelmacher: "Well, most of it. So what? I saw them. They were here. And I know their plan. But, look at me... lean! Undefeatable!" He stands up and holds his coat open, showing his torso.
Monroe: "Yes... now, whatever you believe, there is credible evidence that we..."
Schelmacher: "Vegetables!"
Monroe: "... we have been visited by there same aliens..."
Schelmacher: "Fruit!"
Monroe: "... in the past."
Schelmacher: "No saturated fat."
Monroe: "The task will now be to find out why. Thank you, Sheriff. There's more. We'll be back."

END OF ACT THREE

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ACT FOUR

The video shows Chiana in a black dress, dancing around on a deck.
Chiana: "You wanta dance?"
Bobby: "I'm not very good."
Chiana: "Oh, come on." She bounces to the music: "... and drivin... and drivin... and reverse... reverse." She laughs. She dances some more, breathing heavily. "Bobby, what do you think of sex?"
Bobby: "Uh... what?"
Chiana tosses her hair with her hands: "Sex."
Bobby: "Why are you asking me?"
Chiana: "Oh, just curious."
Bobby: "I... haven't had it yet."
Chiana: "What!? You haven't had it?" She stops dancing and leans towards the camera. "Are you serious? How old are you?"
Bobby: "Thirteen."
Chiana: "Thirteen. Well, what are you waiting for?"
Bobby: "It's against the law."
Chiana: "To have sex?"
Bobby: "At thirteen."
Chiana: "Wow! Well, that's frelled. Who cares when you have it?"
Bobby: "My mom.."
Chiana: "Okay. So... why are all the little girls wearing all those clothes?"
Bobby: "Because they see it on the tv and in the magazines."
Chiana: "But somebody... sold them the clothes, so somebody... wants them to have sex."
Bobby: "I never thought of it like that."
Chiana laughs and starts dancing again.


Ivan Chanderpaul laughs: "Whoo! Oh... there is an innocence about her that is wonderfully contagious."
Bishop Vosko: "Outrageous and disgusting. The boy is only thirteen. Is that what we want our youth exposed to?"
Olivia Crichton: "Oh... please. Don't make more out of that than is there. She was not coming on to Bobby."
Dr. Walker: "I'm not a psychologist, but that's rather innocent, hmm? I mean, you get more juice from 'Dawson's Creek'."


The video goes dark.
Bobby: "Okay, it's working. What did you want to show me?"
He becomes visible as he walks away from the stationery camera. He is inside Moya. He hears...
Sikozu: "Curiosity causes you to look in unexpected places... and find unexpected rewards."
Her hand appears from somewhere in the struts on the ceiling. She tosses something small and Bobby catches it.
Sikozu: "Have a go."
Bobby: "Uh... Uncle John? Commander John Crichton?"
John comms back: "Bobby? What the hell are you doing with the comms?"
Bobby: "Uh, Sikozu let me try it."
Sikozu comes down from the ceiling by walking down the struts.
Bobby: "Where are you?"
John: "Australia. I'm workin, Bobby."


The video replays Sikozu walking down the strut.
Dr. Walker: "Wow! Wow! Wow!"
Dr. Hamilton: "I met this young female and had no idea she could defy gravity. I am truly astounded."
The video shows Sikozu in a kitchen, with a dog.
Dr. Anderson: "In my opinion, there is nothing about the alien Sikozu that is not infused with anger and disdain. E.T. she is not."




Sikozu walks down a corridor on Moya.
Sikzou: "Pilot?"
Pilot: "Yes, Sikozu?"
Sikozu: "Do you see any value in us continuing?"
Pilot: "Despite my strong feelings for Officer Sun, I'm afraid I do not."
Sikozu: "I'll tell Crichton." She comes to the outside of John's quarters. He is sitting inside.
John: "Tell me what?"
Sikozu stands outside his door: "We cannot find Aeryn. We cannot locate this Katratzi. No one has even heard the name."
John: "I've heard it. You have heard it. Someone said it on this ship."
Sikozu: "No, I heard it on the planet where we left Aeryn."
John gets up and opens the door. He grabs Sikozu by the arm and drags her into the room. He pushes her away from himself.
John: "What... are you not telling me?"
Sikozu: "I'm telling you everything."
John: "You're lying! You're not telling me. You know the name Katratzi."
Sikozu starts back across the room, towards the door. John grabs her and shoves her back.
John: "You have been nothing but lying from the moment you got on board this ship..."
Sikozu yells: "I do not know!"
John pulls his pulse pistol and points it at Sikozu: "... and I will not let Aeryn die! Katratzi!"
Sikozu: "It is not my providence if she lives or dies."
John: "Katratzi!"
Sikozu: "It is not my fault if she lives or dies..."
John: "Katratzi!"
Sikozu: "... and it is not my will if she lives or dies! Crichton... listen to yourself! Everything lives and everything dies... whether you wish it to or not, and you have to deal with it!"


On the video, Sikzou is humming.


John hears the sound and turns his head to look.


She is holding up a glass ashtray, turning it this way and that, admiring the prismatic effect and humming to herself.


John looks at Sikozu, then back at the video of her with the ashtry halfway in front of her face.


On the video, Sikozu continues to hum.


John lowers his pistol and walks away from Sikozu, towards the tv. She watches him with wide eyes. He sits down and picks up the remote control. There is a tear running down his cheek.


The video rewinds past Sikozu kneeling and holding a dog's face in her hands. It fast-forwards to her humming and turning the glass ashtray over, looking at it. She holds it up to one eye, effectively cutting her face in half. The tape stops...


There is a flash...


John grabs Sikozu/Stark from behind.
John: "Pull yourself together."
Sikozu/Stark: "Let me go... !"
Flash...


John stares at the still video image of Sikozu with the ashtray in front of half her face.


Flash...


Sikozu/Stark points: "You! You shoot me!"
John turns away from Noranti/Rygel and points his pistol at Sikozu/Stark.
Sikozu/Stark: "Shoot now!"
John: "Comin back, Stark?"
Sikozu/Stark looks up. There is a bright light. "Katratzi."
Flash...


John turns and looks at Sikozu.
Sikozu mouths: "What?"
John looks back at the tv.


Flash...
Aeryn: "I believe Katratzi to be some sort of base. Highly guarded. They wouldn't have taken Grayza anywhere less secure."
Flash...
Sikozu/Stark: "Katratzi..."
Flash...


John looks at the tv, then turns his head. Tears run down his face.
John: "Sorry."
Sikozu just blinks.
John looks back at the tv. His voice breaks: "That son-of-a-bitch deserves an Emmy."
John turns off the tv and his face goes dark. He slowly stands up, sniffing. He looks at Sikozu, then turns and walks away.


Moya rumbles on through space.


John walks into Pilot's den.
John: "Pilot. Do you still know the location of that wormhole to Earth?"
Pilot: "Yes."
John "Could you set a course, please?"
Pilot: "I'll... have to ask the Captain."
D'Argo is standing just inside the doorway to the den. John turns and looks at him.
John: "D'Argo?"
D'Argo: "John."
John: "Aeryn..."
D'Argo: "Wormholes... Earth... what?"
John: "Look, it's complicated."
D'Argo whispers: "I understand that." Speaking normally: "Pilot."
Pilot: "I need not remind you that Moya is now phobic regarding wormholes."
John: "You don't have to go all the way. Just get me close enough so that I can make it in my module."
D'Argo: "John... you are not going back to Earth."
John: "No, I'm not...It's complicated." He looks at D'Argo.


Monroe's voice is heard: "We need to maintain clarity of thought, healthy skepticism, and aggressive inquisitiveness."


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