02x04 - Crackers Don't Matter

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His name is T'raltixx.

And you brought him on board?

He said he could adjust
Moya's electro-magnetics

so that no one would be
able to trace us.

Oh, great. So, he's like one of
those mechanics on 60 Minutes

who says he's going to help
and then he screws us.

Crichton, we have to
do something.

Scorpius has left Wanted Beacons
for us all over the Commerce Planet.

What'd you buy?

Dried food rectangles.

That's it?

That's it.

A thousand units of them.

Crackers?

You just bought crackers?
- Don't start.

I told them to buy something else and
they didn't listen to me. As always.

This is why we only had
time to get crackers.

That's a Wanted Beacon.

I saw ten of them in the
market in the city.

I had to get off the planet straightaway
in case anyone figured out who we were.

Well, it does make a beautiful
souvenir, Aeryn.

I'm trying to find a trace signal
to Scorpius' location on it,

and that way we can go
the opposite direction.

T'raltixx is ready.

Oh, yes. Um...

Zhaan has decided to test
T'raltixx's device on your module.

Wonderful. Wouldn't want to use
your Prowler, would we?

Well, no thanks to you the module
has Moya modifications on it,

so we can monitor and
verify the results.

The Sentra device I made for Moya will
be much larger than this, of course.

But it works on the
same principle.

It programs itself on the
inverse of the power drive.

I'll need someone to start
the module, please.

Yeah, course you will.

You know, I once bought a set
of knives from this guy on TV.

The cat swore to me that they could
cut through bone, metal, shoes.

Hell, he could cut through my
damn car and still dice tomatoes.

You know what?

He was lying.

Uh, I don't understand.
If you don't wish my services...

Bingo! Give brainiac
the fluffy doll.

Please. Softer.

Your, your voice hurts my ears.

Okay. Softer.

I don't want you here.

But they do.

So I'm going to start
my engine.

However, I love my module,

so nothing funky better
happen to it.

Excuse me.

Be sure to turn the power drive
on for just ten microts.

Ten exactly.

More than that and the Sentra
device will overheat and explode.

It just gets better and better
all the time, doesn't it, guys?

One...

...five, six,

seven, eight..

...ten.

Oh, by the goddess, it worked.

See? Nothing happened.

What? What are you all
looking at?

My name is John Crichton,
an astronaut.

A radiation wave hit and I got
sh*t through a wormhole.

Now I'm lost in some distant
part of the universe on a ship,

a living ship, full of strange
alien life-forms.

Help me.

Listen, please.

Is there anybody out there
who can hear me?

I'm being hunted by an insane
m*llitary commander.

I'm doing everything I can.

I'm just looking for
a way home.

Nope. I don't like it either,
but he did it.

My module disappeared,
I disappeared.

How is your module?
- Checked out fine.

I checked out fine.

While vaguely concerned
about you,

I'm much more interested in
how this will affect Moya.

Look, T'raltixx's device may be
our only way past the bounty hunters

that Scorpius is going
to send after us.

That may be, but I don't
think it's wise

to go to the transformation
yards on this planet.

Besides, you can't build a
device out here. It's too big.

Do you trust him?

You seen him? He's blind.

He's got a big head,
but he's blind.

Barring the Yoda factor, if he
gives us any trouble, we lock him up.

But do you trust him?

Hell, no. I don't trust him.

Do I look stupid to you?

No, please, don't answer
that question.

Pilot, you do the long-range
scan on the planet.

We send Aeryn out in the
Prowler to check it out.

We're going to play this
thing safe.

I think it's worth the risk.

Changing course now.

My planet is one solar day's
travel beyond the Five Pulsars.

They're beautiful.

Yes. But I should warn you...

Oh, here it comes.

It's... don't worry.
It's nothing really.

But, as we travel through the Pulsar Light
occasionally, it affects lesser species.

Well, define lesser species.

Oh, genetic laborers,
ungifted menials.

It's rare that it would disturb
beings of your sentient stature.

And what exactly does this light
do to those lesser species?

Slight impairment of judgment.

Some wooziness, perhaps.

And that's it?

That's it.

The effects are minor
and temporary.

Anybody feel anything?

Nope.

No.

I do.

Oh, I feel good.

The light.

Oh, great.

Two fingers.

I thought you were blind.

I am, but my other faculties
have compensated.

I have developed an internal
radar of sorts.

I may never be able to
read a database

but I can sense motion and
avoid most DRDS.

Hang on a sec.

Pip, whatcha doin'?

Well I'm having sex with
three Hynerian donkeys.

What does it look like?

How come you weren't up in Command?
Didn't you want to see the Pulsar Lights?

I've seen everything the universe
has, Chrichton. Don't worry.

I was listening.
The light won't affect me.

Are you saving some?

What?

Crackers. What you're stuffing
in your face.

Are you saving some for
the rest of us?

Oh, well, there's plenty more.

Right.

What was all that about?

He thinks I'm stealing food.

He thinks I'm taking more
than my share.

And are you?

No.

Look, we got to talk.

What was wrong with that one?

Uh, too noisy.

My ears detect sounds
well above your range.

Is there anything further
from the engine core?

Fine. I'll take you down
another tier.

What are you doing?

Finding T'raltixx a
place to bunk.

Well, he's not coming in here.

He wouldn't want to go
in there, Cranky

All of his senses are
heightened, including his nose.

You might k*ll him
without intending to.

Oh, but, you know, you might want
to get back to the Center Chamber.

Why?

No reason. Just, uh...

Chiana's eating all the food.

That guy eats and craps his
body weight twice a day.

I see. Hmm. Yes.

...reward for the capture
of John Crichton.

Reward for the capture
of John Crichton.

John Crichton. John...

What have you done?

I haven't done anything.

There's obviously a burn glitch
in the transmission

and I'm just trying to see if
there's any more data on it.

Like what?

Like, uh, I don't know.

Like, why don't you leave me
alone and go and sit in the sun?

You wouldn't tell me,
would you?

Tell you what?

If there was another
message on there.

Say, a personal message from Scorpius,
offering you a pardon for turning us in?

Do you have to be so frelling
annoying? I'm trying to work here.

Zhaan, where are you?

I'm up in the Maintenance Bay, John,
about to have a fight with Aeryn.

Don't do that.

Remember what T'raltixx said
about the Pulsar Light?

That's right. He said it...

it affected lesser species.

That might explain her behavior.

Get down here.

It's your turn to babysit
T'raltixx.

You brought his fuzzy ass on
board, and he's driving me nuts.

Are you sure you're
all right, John?

I'm fine.

Just get your big, blue
butt down here.

What are you doing?
- Hmm?

Nothing. I'm-I'm just...

What are you doing?!

Crichton. Crichton said Chiana
was stealing food.

Oh, so you decided to
get here first.

The little malik will eat
anything that's not maggot covered.

Obviously, so will you.

Huh.

Chiana told me that you would
start to rob from us.

But I'm not. It's that bitch.
It's Chiana!

She's not the one eating here.

But if you want your
crackers so badly...

I'll give Your Eminence
crackers.

Let go of me!

You wanted crackers?

We've got plenty.

You see?

Now eat!

You've got three stomachs,
remember.

One of them must be empty.

Stop! D'Argo!

Pilot?

Yes?

I think there's something
wrong with Zhaan.

She seems to be in some
kind of trance.

Is she smiling?

Yes, I think so.

She's probably just enjoying
the Pulsar Light.

She's a plant.

Put her in the light,
watch her smile.

May I ask you one more thing?

Yes?

Crichton and the rest on Moya.

Do you like them?

You know, I don't think
I do like them.

I thought as much.

Pilot? Pilot?

Yes.
- Where are you?

We've been comming you
for half an arn.

Why didn't you pick up?
- I didn't hear.

There must be something wrong
with your signal.

Yeah, yeah. Yeah. Have you noticed
anything different around here, Shellhead?

In case you haven't, let me be
the first to inform you

that people are starting to
act a little strange.

I want you to run a spectrum analysis
to see what's in the light to cause this.

I'll run a scan.

Thank you so much.

Aeryn, just give me a look.

Will you stop it?

What are you hiding?

Oh, come on.

Let me see it.

If there's nothing on there,
then show me the whole message.

Back off, Chiana.

Oh, sister.

I think maybe you
should back off.

Zhaan told us you...

What the hell is going on here?

Nothing.

She won't play me the message.

There's a hidden message on
there and she won't show it to me.

She's out of her frelling mind;
there's nothing on there.

Show her the message.
- What?

Show her the message. If there's
nothing secret on the beacon

then show her the message and
she can get the hell out of here.

Wait a minute.

Why do you want me to watch it?

Oh. What's on there you
want me to see?

You know what? Aeryn's right.

You're freakin' insane.

Thank you.

What's going on in here?

Go back to your mountain,
Grizzly. You're not wanted here.

They're up to something.

They are.
They're working together.

First of all they don't want me
to watch the beacon

and now they want me to
watch the beacon.

I, uh, I could give a
squirrel's nut what you watch.

Why won't you show her what's
on the beacon?

You get your hands off of me!

Oh, I don't think so.

Aeryn.

D'Argo.

What the hell are we doing?

Look at it. We're fighting
over lousy crackers

and secret messages
that don't exist.

You know, we were never
normal, guys.

Someone want to tell me
what's happening?

Sorry, John.

That's all right, champ.

Just as soon as we get past the pulsars,
everything will be back to... normal.

I hope so.

And, Chiana,

feel free to take a look
or not to take a look.

I really don't care.

Yeah.

That's right.

I'll... I'll do what
I want to do.

Great. Okay.

You know, I was only trying
TO BE POLITE!

You all right?

Yeah, I'm fine. You?

I'm good.

Oh, yeah.

You're real good.

Pilot?

Pilot!

Don't make me come up there.

Pilot?!

A little. You said a little.

You said the pulsars might
affect judgment a little.

I'd say that this is a
little more than a little.

Well, I'm sorry. I've never
heard of the pulsars

affecting sentient beings
so drastically.

How and why is it not
affecting you?

I think it must be
my blindness.

No one's sure why but the light disturbs
optic neurons and triggers distrust.

I have no neurons,
thus no distrust.

Just enjoy it, John. Enjoy it.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Have another one, blue girl.

Ionic radiation gives
her photogasms.

Unless she's faking it.
They can do that, you know.

Hey, Zhaan, you faking it?

No. Oh, no.

Well, perhaps we should
turn back.

My device is not worth
risking any of you.

Shut up!

We are not turning back.

I want Moya to stay right here
and go round in circles.

There's no point, is there?
Turning back?

We're already halfway through
the Pulsar Field.

So the affects should start
diminishing soon.

One would hope so.

They better.

Rygel, I know you're down here.

Let go of me!

Did D'Argo send you to
finish the job?

Be quiet.

I'm not going to hurt you, yet.

But I don't want anybody
to hear us, so shut up.

No, I don't like you, Rygel.

I think you're a coward and a zannet,
but maybe that's why I can trust you.

You'll be too much of a
coward to betray me.

I trust you, too, Aeryn.
- Shut up!

Now I've got a plan and I need somebody
to watch my back against the others.

Do you want to volunteer?

Aeryn's definitely hiding
something from me.

There's something else
on that beacon.

You think she's trying to
contact Scorpius?

Through the beacon.

She could be trying to
turn us in.

Working with Crichton.

I'm not sure.

The only way to protect
ourselves is to get off this ship.

Chiana, we...

You deal with it.

Hello, D'Argo.

What do you want, Zhaan?

More light.

Are you working with Crichton?

What are you talking about?

Leave me alone.

Zhaan?

She's definitely working
with Crichton.

Definitely.

I'm only judging on my
experience with you,

but I've never seen such
a deficient species.

Have you run the scan on
the Pulsar Light yet?

How do humans make it through a cycle, even
half a cycle without k*lling each other?

We find it difficult.
Have you run the scan?

You have no special abilities;
you're not particularly smart,

can hardly smell,
can barely see,

and you're not even vaguely
physically or spiritually imposing.

Is there anything you do well?

Watch football.

Have you run the scan?

Nobody trusts you, Crichton.
Do you know that?

Sometimes they pity you
because of your incomp...

Mama always said, if you want
something done, do it yourself!

Don't touch my console.
- You want to talk about incompetence?!

Go away!
- Moya would dump your ass off...

I told you not to touch...

I warned you.

Pilot, what the hell's
happened to you?

Nothing's happening to me.

Can you see the light?

What are you talking about?

The Pulsar Light.
Does it physically come in here?

No, my readings of it are registered
registered on Moya's database.

So you can't actually
see the light.

So why are you being
affected by it?

I'm not. Now get out.

I've been in the light!

Zhaan's been in the
light, but...

Hey, guys, I think I'm
on to something.

Stay back.

We're only taking our equal
share of food.

I'm just trying to...
- If he comes any closer, sh**t him.

Look, don't make me crazy,
okay? It's hard enough trying...

People have been stealing food,
so we're only going to take...

I don't care about crackers.

We do.

We want...
- Food.

Is that what this is all about?

Is that it?

Okay.

Then where's my ice cream?

What?

Where's my ice cream?

Savage, I know almost every
food in the galaxy...

Where's my damn ice cream?!

I have no idea what
"izes greem" is.

Is that it, Sparky?

Gonna take the road
well travelled?

Going to play dumb?

I scream, you scream,

We all scream for ice cream.

Baskin Robbins, Ben and Jerry's,
Good Humor.

What's your favorite?
Creamsicle or fudgesicle?

T'raltixx, where are my DRDs?

There are none up here.

I'm sorry, Pilot, I should
have told you.

I need their help.

For what?

For the darkness.

It hurts my eyes and
makes me blind.

I need to make light, Pilot.

Bright light.

What are you doing in there?

Don't be alarmed.

I'm just altering Moya's
bioluminescence for a few moments.

It won't hurt her. Trust me.

I don't.

The rest of your crew.
Do you trust them?

What?

Do you trust them?

I... I don't know.

Do you need the rest of them
in order to function?

No.

They get in the way more
than help.

I suspected that.

I can help you, Pilot.

If you help me, I think I may have a
proposition that you will find agreeable.

Go on.

Hurry up. You're not
moving fast enough.

Then why don't you get off
your fat ass and help me?

Did you k*ll Zhaan?

No.

No, she was walking around
all sapped out so I, uh...

Now, she was reporting back
to you, wasn't she?

Gilligan and Mary Ann.

Maybe you're Ginger, I'd have to
see you in a wonder bra to know.

Where are you guys
taking the Minnow?

We're just getting off Moya.

In my module?

I don't think so.

Afraid it needs this to fly.

And I've disabled the hangar doors,
so no one is getting off the boat.

He didn't care about Zhaan.

What?

Uh...

D'Argo, he, um, he just
left her here.

Yeah.
- You said she was working for him.

She was. She, um...

Oh, she was? Stay back!

No, Chiana, I...
- No, you stay back.

Um...

I'm not planning on stealing
your food, Rygel.

I know that.

Well, then stay alert while I do
this. We need some bargaining power...

Oh, stop plaking.
I'm watching your back.

Oh, brilliant.

At this rate, then I'll
survive, what?

An extra two microts?

If you don't watch it, bitch, I'll jump
back into an air duct and you'll be...

Right. Run away, as always?

I never run away. I...

strategically maneuver.

Really?!

Here's Johnny!

Hiya, honey.

Go away.

Hiya, kids.

What's going on? This a French
Revolution type of thing?

Stay out.

Listen, I might be crazy.

Could be.

But I got a plan.

What do you say, we all
put our g*ns down?

We'll lock them in the closet.
That way nobody gets hurt.

No.

Honey, please.

Aah!

Next time you'll be a
crouton, Crichton!

Pilot? Pilot?

Something the matter, Crichton?

It's the damn Peacekeeper bitch.

She's barricaded herself in the Command.
I think she's trying to take over the ship.

I'm aware of her actions.

Shut her down.

Lights, power, all of it.

I'm sorry, John,
I cannot do that.

What?

Pilot?

Pilot!

Got a bit of a problem,
Commander?

Well, now you've got one more.

'Cause the only way you're going
to get my w*apon is if I'm dead.

Look at what you're doing.

What?

Look.

Yes, you're right.

You're so right.

He's absolutely right.

The power setting's too low.

Thank you! So much better.

You missed!

Crichton. Named John Crichton.

What you doing?
- Named...

John Crichton.

Whoa! Oh, no, no.

Hey, Missy.

Why you messing with
that beacon?

Oh, hey, Johnny.

Well, I'm not messing
with nothing.

Uh-huh.

Named John Crichton.

Oh...

They just don't get it.

They don't get it, Scorpy.

They don't get how
crazy they are.

You're right, John.

They don't get it.

They don't get how crazy
they are because...

because they stole the crackers.

Mmmm.

You'll never be able to
take over Moya.

Pilot won't let you.

I have disabled his ability
to spy on us up here.

We just have to hope that the
others keep him busy.

Hope? Your great plan
depends on hope?

What if Pilot pumps
poison gas in here?

We have to risk it, don't we?

In any as*ault a solider has to take
chances and att*ck the nerve center.

Shut up.

I don't need a grunt to give me
a m*llitary as*ault lecture.

I wrote m*llitary
as*ault lectures.

You? The only thing you've ever
assaulted is a plate of food cubes.

Now shut up.

And remember that cr*cker, that older
kid, Howie Lewis, who b*at you up?

You were just 12.

It took months,
but you got even.

And you poured sugar in
poor Howie's harley.

Howie had no idea it was you.

Yes, yes.

Revenge is a dish best served cold
and you like revenge, don't you?

Shut up!

I hate it when villains
quote Shakespeare.

They're coming to
k*ll you, John.

We'd better get ready.

I need more light.

I'm already boosting in three
additional core channels.

I need more! Please, Pilot.

You save me then I'll save you.

Save me from who?

From the others.
Don't you understand?

They're plotting against you.

You may not trust me, but
believe me, trust them much less.

Boosting in two more
core channels.

Drop it.

Oh, go ahead.

Try it, Medusa. Try it.

Down, boy.

Roll over.

Good boy.

Go on.

k*ll me.

Go on, John, do it!
Then we can go to the beach.

I know a place with naked Sebacean
girls and margarita sh**t.

Go away, Scorpy.

You're not real.

Uh-uh...

What?

What?

Am I being... irrational?

Oh.

Well, have a little pain.

Go on, finish him.

Finish him.

Then we can go to that little
Eye-Talian joint I know.

I don't like...

Eye-Talian.

Don't be a coward.

k*ll him.

Not me, him!

D'Argo?

Zhaan?

Hi, baby.

Crichton.

Don't. I... I can help you.

No, no, no, no, no.

I'm still aching from the last
time you "helped" me.

What a slut.

Is this why your family
abandoned you?

'Cause you'd spread them
for anybody, anytime?

John, please. Please don't.

No, 'fraid not.

My little black book
is all full.

John, wait, wait, wait,
wait, wait.

Show a little bit of patience.

Tie her up.

Then we can save her
for dessert.

k*ll the others.

Then we can have a little bit
of fun with her.

Nice.

I like that idea.

Hurry up.

Do you hear him?

Hurry up. Crichton's coming.

You're going to sell me out,
aren't you, when he comes?

Huh?

You're going to switch sides.

No.

You're lying. You know how
I know that?

Because you always lie.

You have no integrity,
you have no honor.

You cheat, you steal, you lie.
You stuff your face!

That's you!

Hell, hell, hell.

This is becoming a problem you're
gonna need professional help with.

First you betray the
Peacekeepers

and every vow you've made
since you were born.

And now poor Sparky here?

Tell me, Princess, when
you're old and fat

will you have anything to
look back on with pride?

Is that it? Oh, don't stop.

Why don't you make another speech, you
self-important, deficient little man.

All you ever do is talk!

Your father was the hero,
you know. He did things.

You, you're just a test monkey that
screwed up your first experiment.

That is good!

Yeah.

That is fantastic!

Coming from a frigid,
flat-butted, Peacekeeper skank.

k*ll her.

Then we'll have pizza.

And margarita sh**t.

Go on, John. k*ll her.

Do it. Do it.

Nobody...

has margaritas...

with pizza.

You're out of your mind, John.

I know.

Are you cracking up,
little man?

Hello?

I'm okay.
Aeryn, listen to me...

Oh, no, no, no, no.

I am tired of having to
always listen to you.

Aeryn, listen...

I just sh*t Scorpius.

Shut up.

You're wrong, you know.

When I'm old and fat...

when I'm old, there is one thing
I'll look back on with enormous pride

and that is k*lling you.

Aeryn, he wanted me to
sh**t you.

Damn!

Dren!

Have you got any spare
cartridges?

Hiya, kids.

Let me go. I command it,
you miserable...

Oh, no one's going anywhere,
not even to Disneyland.

Not before we all have the
breakfast of losers.

Oh, look, everybody,
Sunshine's awake.

Renaldo!

Oh, even on a flesh wound.

Ow, ow, ow, ow!

That must hurt.

Sorry.

Now that we're all here
and so happy,

do you think we can all get
along for three microts?

No.

No?

But D'Argo, I need you
to understand

that crackers don't matter.

Whoo!

Have I got your attention now?

Good.

So, class...

today's assignment is...
anyone?

Anyone? Anyone? Anyone?

A brand-new car!

No, it's T'raltixx.

T- apostrophe-r-a-I-
t- I-double x.

T'raltixx.

Since it came on board, we've
been fighting about everything

including these.

Now, I've been acting twisted
as well. Still am.

Been seeing Scorpius like he's
guest starring on Hawaii Five-O.

How crazy is that?

But I realized something.

Friggin' nuts that I am,

it's not the Pulsars
affecting me.

Look, if you want me to believe
anything you're saying...

Shut up!

Frell you!

We are past the Pulsars.

So how come we're acting
even crazier?

Zhaan?

Stop bothering me, I'm busy.

Yes, yes, yes.

Private moment number 344.

Tell them.

You tell them.

Zhaan.

When I was near T'raltixx, I was more
affected than when I was in the light.

He... he made me feel...

Enough.

Go for 345.

So, I have...

as much as I hate to
do this... oh God!

I have to ask for your help.

No.

Wrong answer.

I'm at system's overload.

I need more light.

But why? I'm not sure if I can.

More light!

All right.

Can you feel it, Pilot?

All of Moya is beginning
to glow.

I am magnificent!

Look, I want you to look at
what he's doing to Moya.

Look at the walls!

They're glowing.

Look.

Why?

Why would he want us to fight
amongst each other?

He wants us out of the way
so he can create light.

I noticed between pleasures he
has hundreds of DRDs working.

The sluice chambers
are glowing.

I think it's time that we paid
this creep a visit.

And k*ll him.

Undo me.

Can I trust you?

No.

At least you're honest.

Now...

unless you plan on actually
pulling the trigger,

don't ever pull a g*n on me
like that again.

I was making a point.

So was I.

Don't.

Stop it. Focus here.

Okay.

T'raltixx said that we're
att*cked through our optic neurons.

That's how he's getting to us.
But I can deal with it.

You just gotta find a way to
keep the light and the heat off me

and I'm going to go in
and k*ll him.

You?! We're not sending you
in there after him.

Oh, yeah? Well, I'm the only around
here keeping it vaguely under control.

Says who?

Says me, Buckwheat.

You are no warrior.
I will k*ll T'raltixx.

No, you will not. I will.

You're wounded.
- No way.

I want the first sh*t.

Look at you two bozos.

You'd k*ll each other before you
got anywhere near T'raltixx.

He's right. He's got to do it.

Why?

Oh, don't you get it, furball?

Look, Crichton's the only one not affected
by T'raltixx 'cause he's deficient.

Who you calling deficient?

You! You've got the worst
eyes out of all of us.

That's why your optic nerves
aren't being affected.

I got great eyes.

They're better than 20-20
and they're blue.

Okay, so, can you read the
symbols on the basin over there?

There's nothing there.

"Warning...

"don't flush corrosives...

down the waste tunnel."

Mmm.

That's all right.
That's a joke.

Excellent.

If we’re going to let blue
eyes save the day,

we better come up
with a very good plan.

I'm not deficient.

I'm superior!

Humans are superior.

What the hell is this?

Heat-deflecting paste. You'll
burn up in there without it.

Smells like puke.

I pre-digested it to increase
its potency.

It's puke?!

We're going to have to move
fast. All of Moya is glowing.

I hate these goggles.
They look like crap.

Stop whining. You sound
like a zelmad.

They're the only thing that are going
to stop you from going blind in there.

Probably will, anyway. Here.
This may be of use to you.

I made from a piece of my Prowler, and
it will withstand a zacian laser pulse.

Thank you.

Solar reflective flare wrap.
Pull it on tight.

Does this strike any of you superior
beings as a little bit ironic?

What?

That I'm the deficient one and
I'm still saving your butts.

Bend over.

We soaked it in Zhaan's bile
paste for as long as we could.

Great.

I look ridiculous, don't I?

Don't worry.

This is T'raltixx's
disappearing device,

so it won't matter how
ridiculous you look.

We are going to die.

We've attached you to the
module in the Transport Hangar.

Fire the drive up for ten
microts, no more.

No, mippa pippie, I do not
want to blow up.

When you get in there, cut off as many
of the power conductors as you can.

That should reduce his strength so that you
can then get close enough to k*ll him, alright?

Right. Damn, it's bright
in there.

You ready?

Now, Rygel. Only ten.

Yes.

Is it working?

It's working. Go, John, go.

There's someone in here, Pilot.

I see no one.

Five... six...

No!

What are you doing, Pilot?

Nothing.

My light!

Nine... ten.

Eleven... twelve...

Stop!

Crichton! Ahh!

Crap!

You can't stop me, Crichton.

I have the light.

But humans are superior!

You're too weak, Crichton.

I will k*ll you!

I will get the light and
take over your ship.

And m*rder you all!

Give me the light!

The light!

I need more light!

Light 'em up!
- You cannot stop me, Crichton.

Go on, k*ll me.

Well, there are thousands
just like me.

We will find another Leviathan
to make our light.

And when we do, we'll spread
like a plague!

We'll rise from our dormancy
and k*ll you all!

I told them it was a mistake
bringing you on board.

I have talked with
everyone else.

All I can say is I'm
terribly sorry.

T'raltixx somehow brought out
the worst in me.

I think he brought out the
worst in all of us, Pilot.

Yes.

Your apology is accepted.

Thank you.

Thank you both.

I, uh...

I am ashamed of what I did.

I thought you were going
to k*ll me.

I'm sorry, Rygel.

Can you forgive me?

No.

Not yet.

That did it.

Damn, that was heavy.
How'd you move it by yourself?

Hmm? Oh, I don't know,
I just did.

Some of the things you said...

Yeah, look, I'm sorry, really.

Oh, no, no, look,
don't apologize.

I was impressed.

How did you come up with
all that crap?

I don't know, Pip, it
was just there.

Did I... did I say anything
awful, Chiana?

You don't remember?

No, T'raltixx triggered
such a...

an intense reaction in me
I blanked everything out.

Whoa, I wish I could do that.

No, no, Zhaan. Look you were
the best out of all of us.

You looked like you were
having a great time.

Listen, uh...

anything I said, I, uh...

I... I know.

Me, too.

Humpty Dumpty sat on the wall.

And all the kings horses and
all the kings men...

Hey, Zhaan...

How do we take it all back?

I don't know.

Yeah.