The episode opens with Moya’s underside sliding majestically past accompanied by majestic music. Cut to her interior where Aeryn is working on fixing something inside a cavity in a wall. We hear an electrical sizzle and she lets out a yell and cut to a long shot of her sitting on Crichton's shoulders so she can reach up to what she is fixing. Crichton also yelps in shock and pain.
Aeryn: (Looking down at Crichton annoyed at him not standing still.) What is the matter with you? I'm the one who just got shocked.
Crichton: Yeah well you notice we're in contact down here. Man! I got that one through my ears.
Aeryn: (She continues to struggle with something in the wall.) Can you hold still?
Crichton: (Getting annoyed.) Yeah, you know, I could get you something to stand on.
Aeryn: (Intent on her task.) Listen, I'm almost finished.
Crichton: So what is it?
Aeryn: Some kind of Peacekeeper comms enhancer. Incomplete installation though. Moya must have been called into service as a prison transport before it was finished. (Crichton grimaces impatiently.)
Cut to D'Argo shining a laser at one of Moya's corridor ribs. He is talking to Pilot via comms. The scene shifts back and forth between him and Pilot in his Den as they speak.
D'Argo: (Complaining bitterly.) Sweeping Moya's systems is droid work.
Pilot: (Firmly but his usual upbeat self.) It is vital work. Any Peacekeeper technology that remains on Moya may still pose a threat to us. It must be identified and removed.
D'Argo: How many Peacekeeper devices do you expect to find anyway?
Pilot: There is no way of knowing. That is why we must continue with these sweeps, and the DRDs all have their regular maintenance duties to perform. Despite this I have assigned two to assist you.
D'Argo: (As a pair of DRDs roll up to his feet.) Two? Out of hundreds. How generous of you. How much longer do you expect this to take?
Pilot: (Crisply) That is not a legitimate question. Considering I have just stated I have no data on how many Peacekeeper devices may still be concealed. It will take as long as it takes!
Cut back to Aeryn and John in the maintenance bay. They have moved on to another task.
Crichton: Look, out here in the uncharted territories aren't we, a little out of range for the Peacekeeper radar?
Aeryn: It's possible that Crais might get close enough to us to reactivate devices like these. You may have noticed that he seems determined to follow us no matter where we go.
Cut back to D'Argo and the DRDs. His sensor indicates something is behind a small hatch on ground level. He shimmies through it and into a maintenance shaft shaped like an inverted triangle just shorter than his height. He walks down it a few meters and sees DRDs chirping and gesturing toward a diamond shaped metal plate attached to the ceiling.
D'Argo: (On comms.) Pilot, I found some Peacekeeper control panel.
Pilot: Can you confirm?
D'Argo: Yes. These are Peacekeeper markings. Tell me what I should do with it.
Pilot: (His voice on comm in the shaft is scratchy and broken by interference.) Be very careful which wire you pull. One is a direct link to the propulsion unit.
D'Argo: Pilot I can't understand you. What should I do? (Pilot’s response is completely unintelligible due to interference.) Pilot! (More unintelligible garble so D'Argo impatiently snaps off the comm and rips at a wire on the Peacekeeper device which arcs a powerful current between the wire and the diamond plate. In his den, Pilot throws up his arms and sits upright screaming')
Cut back to the shaft where D'Argo feels the electrical force of the circuit he has just broken. After a second, it throws him screaming in pain against the wall. He begins a long slide down the dimly lit shaft.
D'Argo: Agh! Pilot! Argh!
For 12 agonizingly long seconds he zig zags down the shaft until he grinds to a halt. He sees a several times wider shaft before him dimly lit by lights above and along the walls. He struggles to find a grip to pull himself up without falling further.
Cut to Zhaan as she hurriedly enters the Command.
Zhaan: Pilot! What tier is he on?
Pilot: (On clamshell viewer, the controls on his his Console cast unusually wild pulsating lights over his face as if Moya’s systems are all aflutter) I have no indications. DRDs are searching, but so far no sign of him.
Aeryn: (As she enters the Command with Crichton running to catch up.) D'Argo can you answer us?
Crichton: Pilot where was he last time you talked to him?
Pilot: Tier ... 21.
D'Argo: (On comm, panting, from his ordeal. He looks to his left and sees a break in the wall of the shaft.) Peacekeeper... I have a Peacekeeper device down here! What should I do? (Now deliberately slowly and clearly to be heard through the interference.) I... have... a Peacekeeper... device... down here!
Crichton: D'Argo, some kind of Peacekeeper what? (Silence as we cut to Aeryn and Zhaan waiting for D'Argo's reply.) D'Argo where are you?
Cut to the shaft, D'Argo, starts to kick at a shield dotted with rivets embedded in the wall. On his third kick the shield breaks open explosively with a white light and a shower of shimmering particles. Moya shudders and lurches, rocking those on Command. D'Argo is once again knocked down the shaft.
Crichton: (As Moya groans and shudders.) What the hell is that?
Pilot: (Increasingly loopy.) I've got D'Argo back and I've got him on scaaaan.
Cut to a view outside Moya, a small geyser of a white substance spurts from her, with a tiny object being ejected with it.
Aeryn: (With dread.) I'm reading some kind of explosion.
Crichton: Pilot, what tier is D'Argo on?
Pilot: He's not on any tier.
Crichton: What do you mean?
Cut to D'Argo ejected from Moya into the vacuum of space. Roll credits.
After we return, Aeryn in her Prowler approaches D'Argo and retrieves his body.
Aeryn: (On comms.) Got him... Pilot, bringing him in now.
Soon after, cut to the docking bay, Aeryn is dragging D'Argo in. Crichton and Zhaan are there.
Aeryn: He's frozen stiff and he isn't breathing!
Crichton: He was in space for half an hour. There's no way that he's still...
Zhaan: (Crouching down by D'Argo. Frost is on his beard.) We must get his respiration started again. (John instinctively starts CPR by striking D’Argo’s chest.) John! What are you doing? Stop!
Aeryn: Hasn't he suffered enough?
Zhaan: (Physically stopping Crichton.) That won't help! Turn him! Turn him quick! (They roll D'Argo onto his stomach, she presses her hands against the back of his knees.) His pulses are faint. (She palpates specific locations on his back.) Deep space internathermia.
Aeryn: Maybe he was left out there too long.
Crichton: How long can a Luxan last in a vacuum?
Zhaan: About a quarter of an arn. (She rummages for something in a box.)
Zhaan: Unless they're revived soon after. (As she injects a stimulant into D'Argo, Moya shudders violently, the lights flicker.)
Crichton: (Yelling) Pilot! Is there something going on with Moya? (No response. He leans down to speak into D'Argo's ear.) Come on big guy, come on. Give me one of those nasty, smelly breaths.
Zhaan: Give him a chance John.
D'Argo gasps and exhales convulsively.
D'Argo: Pilot! Where am I? (Zhaan hoists him over on his back again and cradles his head. He gasps for breath and looks up at Zhaan) Lo'Laan.
Aeryn: (Looks to Crichton, confused.) Lo'laan?
Zhaan: (Looks to Aeryn equally confused, but back back to D'Argo as the healer she is.) How do you feel, D'Argo?
D'Argo: I'll be all right. You didn't think I'd be that clumsy did you? (He reaches his hand up to caress the back of Zhaan's head.) Lo'Laan... Lo'Laan...
Crichton: D'Argo... what happened? What happened with the explosion?
Aeryn: You mentioned Peacekeeper, did you find a Peacekeeper device?
D'Argo: I, uh... (Zhaan is now holding his face with one hand.) I don't remember. I... I... (He conks out.)
Zhaan: He's unconscious again. But he will survive.
Crichton: (As Moya shudders and her lights flicker again.) Pilot! What is going on with Moya?
Pilot: (On clamshell viewer, looking half asleep.) Something is wrong?
Aeryn: Yes! Something is wrong. What about that dip that Moya took after the explosion. Have you identified that yet?
Pilot: (Drowsily.) Working on it.
Crichton: You feeling okay?
Pilot: (Strained, haltingly.) I'm... working on it... Getting some odd readings from some of Moya’s systems.
Zhaan: (Picking some shimmery particles off D’Argo’s clothing with a tweezers and holding them up.) What are these?
Aeryn: Looks like debris.
Crichton: It's from the, uh, explosion. (Moya trembles again.) Pilot, where was D’Argo’s last known location? Right before the explosion.
Pilot: (Struggling to answer.) Uh... Tier twenty-one... aft section.
Crichton: (To Zhaan.) You okay here?
Crichton: Lead me that way.
Aeryn: I'm coming with you. (They exit as Zhaan scrutinizes the bits of debris.)
(Cut to Aeryn and John moving through the corridors. The scene shifts between them and Pilot in his Den as they talk)
Crichton: Pilot how are we doing? Are we close? (no response) Pilot?
Pilot: (He is woozy, struggling to keep speaking.) I... believe so... no further data. (Cut to his den. His movements are slow, his eyelids drooping,) I've... been trying to... send some DRDs to... as...sist you. But they are not responding.
Aeryn: (Shocked.) Aren't responding?
Pilot: I'm... working to sort it all out ... argh... urrrr...lurr,.. (He grimaces in pain.) Will... will... get back to you...
Crichton: (As he and Aeryn walk down corridors.) Whatever is affecting Moya is bugging Pilot too.
Aeryn: The explosion?
Crichton: Well they have a symbiotic fusion right? (Aeryn grunts affirmative.) Pilot’s tendrils run all through the ship. Maybe D'Argo set off something that struck them both. Man I am never going to get used to walking around inside a living ship.
Aeryn: You have nothing similar in your culture?
Crichton: Well, Jonah and the whale. But no, no contemporary parallels. Except maybe the horse and rider.
Aeryn: Rider? The horse is a beast of burden?
Crichton: Yeah, not as large as or as sophisticated as Moya here but kinda similar, loyal and intelligent.
Aeryn: That you capture and make work for you.
Crichton: (As they enter a junction of three halls, where D'Argo had been.) Yeah, but we love them too.
Aeryn: You love what you enslave?
Crichton: We don't enslave them... all right, all right... fine, we enslave them. What is that smell?
Crichton: Yeah, the air. It's stale. (Two DRDs are by the opening to the shaft D'Argo went into and are shooting beams that are creating a covering over the hole.) Pilot! We've got a couple of your little DRD buddies with us down here after all.
Pilot: (In his den, eyes half shut, gasping, swaying woozily.) I... don't read any DRDs in that section.
Aeryn: Well, they're down here.
One of the DRDs turns towards them and shoots a stream of liquid at Aeryn’s boot, causing it to adhere to the floor. She tries to free herself, but stumbles, laying one hand on the floor. The DRD sprays the adhesive again, gluing her hand down. It then aims its glue gun at her face and she throws up her free arm to defend herself.
Crichton: Look out! (He lunges forward, seizing the glue nozzle and twists it upward. He kicks the DRD away.)
Cut to Zhaan’s lab. D'Argo lies there on an infirmary bed. She passes a blue light scanner over him. It produces an image of D'Argo's internal structure in a 3D vertical readout.
Zhaan: Pilot, the scanner seems to be working less efficiently than usual. (No response. Cut to a blank clamshell. No Pilot.) Pilot?
Zhaan continues her scan in silence. Crichton walks in. He has the DRDs' glue nozzle stuck to one hand and Aeryn’s boot stuck to the other.
Zhaan: John... What... ?
Crichton: Aeryn and I were just ambushed by a couple of DRDs.
Aeryn: (Cut to Aeryn who is still stuck to the floor down on tier 21 and not happy about it. Over comms she yells:) CRICHTON!
Crichton: Yeah Aeryn, I'm working on it. (He holds up both hands, each occupied by an adhered object. To Zhaan.) Any suggestions? (She chortles and reaches out. He takes his hand away.) Oh! No, Don't touch it, it's like super glue.
Zhaan: (She looks over the DRD nozzle that Crichton had yanked off.) Hang on a minute. There's something else here.
Crichton: Yeah, looks likes that stuff that was on D'Argo.
Zhaan: (She holds up a device to the DRD nozzle that appears to suck up something from it.) I took all that I could from his hair and clothes. The scan shows he may have aspirated and ingested some as well.
Crichton: (She walks back to a table near where D'Argo lies unconscious. She places a sample down. Think aloud:) Hey... Zhaan. ... Could that be part of what's wrong with D'Argo?
Zhaan: It shouldn't be. The particles are biomechanoid, just like Moya. But I think you're right, (She sighs and brings up a hologram of the particles.) they're fragments from Moya’s biopolymer structure. From the explosion.
Aeryn: (Shouting via comms.) Crichton have you gotten the solvent yet?
Crichton: (Ignoring Aeryn and analyzing the image that shows a matrix like a crystal.) Yeah, but look at them, they're identical. Since when is debris from an explosion that uniform?
Cut to Aeryn, the picture of frustration and impatience trying unsuccessfully to pry her hand from the floor.
Cut to later--Crichton is laying on his stomach on the floor applying solvent to around Aeryn’s glued hand. He is using a surgical clamp and a wad of gauze to very gingerly apply a tiny amount of solvent.
Crichton: Zhaan said this your solvent should do the trick, but it's very strong so I gotta get it only on the DRD gunk, not on your hand.
Aeryn: (Impatient.) Right.
Crichton: Then we have to rinse it immediately afterwards.
Aeryn: (Irritated.) Right, right. Right. Let's just hurry it up, shall we?
Crichton: Excuse me for being careful but this stuff could eat through your skin down to the bone...
Aeryn: (More irritated.) Okay, so let's avoid that.
Crichton: My thought exactly so PIPE down and hold still.
Aeryn: You know I'm going to track down this stinking droid and rip off both its antennae.
Crichton: (Applying another tiny amount of solvent with the gauze.) Happy place Aeryn. Goooo to your happy place. Look there's obviously something wrong with the DRDs. (Aeryn finally allows herself to lie down somewhat comfortably.) We just gotta figure out what it is before they do some serious damage to the ship.
Aeryn: If they haven't already.
Crichton: Okay. Try it again. (As if Aeryn hadn't been yanking all this time, but she slowly tries to pull her hand away from the floor. She manages to raise it a little.) Good! Good, good. It's working.
Aeryn: Oh, wonderful. At this rate I'll have two whole fingers freed by tomorrow.
Crichton: (Chuckling.) That's good. You're being funny again. (He continues dabbing at the glue. Then to pass the time:) Y'know you're lucky it only got your hand and your shoe. If you'd gotten this stuff on another body part it'd be you and Pilot permanent fixtures on this ship.
Aeryn:(Sarcastic.)Oh, let me guess, is that you being funny? This is ridiculous! (She pulls at her hand again.)
Crichton: Well, it's gonna work. (Aeryn strains fully.) Eventually. Trust me. (She pulls ferociously.) Hey easy! You're going to rip your hand off! (With a sticky tearing sound, she peels her hand off the floor. She gasps twice looking at her hand, still mostly covered in purple gunk, in a mixture of shock and triumph.) See? Told ya it'd work. (She glares at him briefly and goes back to staring at her beleaguered hand.)
(Cut to shortly after. Crichton is washing glue residue off of Aeryn’s hand in a large sink.)
Aeryn: A biomechanoid virus?
Crichton: Yeah, left behind by the Peacekeepers.
Aeryn: As what? A...another passive weapon like the Paddac beacon?
Crichton: Exactly. D'Argo must have found something, did something that released it. (Cut to a close up of them pulling gunk and solvent off Aeryn's hand.) Still sting?
Aeryn: (After a few more seconds of scrubbing.) Solvent's off I think.
Aeryn: Just fine. (She smiles at him. They turn away from each other, with slight awkwardness after close proximity for so long.)
Crichton: Listen. If it is a virus, which has infected Moya’s systems, that may be what's got ahold of Pilot. D'Argo's still freaking all over the ship, that may not be because of the time he spent outside. It might be because of the virus.
Aeryn: But you are saying this virus is biomechanoid. That means it shouldn't affect Pilot or D'Argo.
Crichton: Well something is. And if it is a virus in Moya’s system, it may be in the atmosphere generators, which means we could be breathing it in right now.
Cut to Zhaan, escorting D'Argo into his quarters.
Zhaan: The air is stale in here and the room is cold. Not exactly what you need recovering from internathermia. But I'll see if I can't do something about it for you.
D'Argo: Lo'laan, you must stop worrying about me. You work way too hard. (He sits down and pulls her by the hand next to him. Zhaan is playing along.) You are so beautiful I can only dream that's because I make you as happy as you make me.
Zhaan: I am glad I make you happy sweet D'Argo. But I also want to make you well.
D'Argo: I'm never more alive or healthy than when I'm with you.
Zhaan: When you look at me... what do you see?
D'Argo: Hmmmm... I see... ... my future. No matter what the others say... I see you and me together. (He seems suddenly distressed and gets up and moves away from her.)
Zhaan: (Turning and looking up at him entreatingly.) D'Argo... tell me. Let me help you. Who is Lo'laan? (He stares at her, his lips move slightly and he is about to break into tears.)
Cut to the galley. Crichton sets a drink down in front of Aeryn and takes a seat next to her with his drink.
Crichton: I dunno, maybe that's why the air smells so stale.
Crichton: 'cause of the virus. It's all over the ship.
Aeryn: That's a hasty conclusion. Let's wait and see what Zhaan’s analysis shows.
Crichton: Look, Moya’s a living being... right? (She hums an affirmative.) And there are viruses galore out here in the galaxy. (She nods, thinking about it.) I mean hell, wh-what are our chances that we're gonna catch the Carubian plague or something?
Aeryn: Well, it all depends on each creature's immune systems, whether they're capable of fighting off invaders or creating an inhospitable breeding ground.
Crichton: Right. But, okay... Sebaceans, for example. Do you have inoculations? I mean, how do you guys deal with all the stuff floating around out here?
Aeryn: Well, we're born and bred on ships. We're in a totally controlled environment until we're sent off on our first Peacekeeper assignment.
Crichton: Oh. So you guys just zip around the galaxy, hoping you don't pick up some STD? Space Transmitted Disease?
Aeryn: No, we're issued a standard number of, 'inoculations,' as you call them, against all known destructive bacterial and viral matter.
Crichton: Do we have any of that on board?
Aeryn: And if some new malicious organism is discovered, our scientists engineer an anti-substrate, a growth blocker, to stop it from affecting our systems.
Crichton: (Contemplating the implications.) So, basically, you... you have no disease.
Aeryn: Basically, yes. (She looks a bit smug as she takes another sip.)
Crichton: What about Moya?
Aeryn: If anything attacks one of her systems she starts fighting back.
Crichton: Aeryn, you were born... to this. I mean, this science, you-you've had it your whole life. You have no idea how advanced it all is to me.
Aeryn: (She grins broadly and chuckles--of course she does.) I think I do.
Crichton: (Sobered.) No. I don't think so. Disease and death are rampant on my world. Bacteria and viruses destroy crops... animals, people at... at... incalculable rates.
Aeryn: Well, each ecosystem has its own logic, so maybe yours is a simpler way of keeping populations under control.
Crichton: (Quite unsatisfied with that suggestion.) No. No, no, no. This is a better way. The suffering that you've managed to avoid with your science is immeasurable.
Aeryn: Creatures still die out here. And we find new ways to suffer. And to make others suffer.
Crichton: Well, I never said Earth had a monopoly on that.
Aeryn: But you say that you want to go back to this place, Earth, a place that you tell me has so much disease and suffering?
Crichton: (He pauses, but only briefly.) Well, you guys don't have chocolate.
Cut to an unspecified time later. Crichton and Aeryn are still in the galley getting some lunch. A pair of DRDs on the floor. One seems to be making modifications to the other.
Crichton: (Eyes the DRDs who stop for a moment and look directly back at him) Aeryn...
Aeryn: What? (She turns to look as she takes a bite of food and immediately spits it out.) Ugh! That's spoiled! The refrigeration unit must not be working. (She grunts in disgust and picks food out of her mouth.)
Crichton: (He pulls open a large container the slides out from the wall and quickly slams it back shut.) WHOA!!! (He pauses, holding his nose, waiting for his head to clear.) That definitely ain't working. Pilot!
Pilot: (Off camera.) Yes?
Crichton: We have another systems malfunction to report.
Pilot: (On a clamshell, he is straining to speak in great distress.) Not ... a ... malfunction. I'm seeing... seeing signs of... intent...
Pilot: Intent... intentional... (Cut to his den, he throws up his arms.) sabotage. (He pitches forward. Cut to commercial.)
We return to Moya pitching and rolling violently with sounds like crashes or explosions, her lights flickering off and on. Crichton and Zhaan are in the Command.
Zhaan: (Crying out) Moya's struggling to compensate, to take control for Pilot!
Aeryn: (On clamshell we see Aeryn is next to Pilot in his den.) I can't revive him.
Zhaan: (Urgently.) Aeryn, is he dead?
Aeryn: No, but his vitals are extremely low.
Crichton: (The turbulence is terrible.) We'll do what we can for him as soon as we get the ship stable. I'm getting a lot of peaks and valleys here!
Zhaan: Every system Pilot monitors is out of control. Moya is showing major chemical surges.
Crichton: It's the virus. (In the Pilot's den, Aeryn quietly pushes down on one of Pilot’s control panels. The turbulence stops and the noises quiet.) How'd you do that?
Aeryn: I think this control is ballast. (She looks to her left and considers.) And this. (She presses down another panel sticking up from the console. Some chirping noises and a whir precede the lights coming on full) is illumination.
Crichton: Aeryn thanks, you've done it.
Aeryn: I don't know how.
Crichton: (Quietly, to Zhaan.) When Aeryn was injected with Pilot’s DNA it must have made some kind of permanent change.
Zhaan: (Quietly back.) That was all flushed out of her.
Crichton: Was it? (The ship lurches and hums and the lights fade again.) Aeryn, whatever you're doing, just keep doing it. (Cut to the clamshell as Aeryn looks over her shoulder at Pilot, who's slumped to one side with his tongue hanging out)
Zhaan: Moya's still working to assume more control of systems. She is trying, but environmentals are still malfunctioning. Atmospherics are at a minimum. (With a hint of doom.) What we are breathing now is all we've got.
Cut to D’Argo’s quarters. He's sleeping. Rygel floats in and looks around at the furnishings.
Rygel: (Murmuring to himself as he snoops.) Hmm... oh... that's... Hm... Oh, that's beaut... oh, that,,, Oh!... (He picks up a small dark ball covered in knobs. D'Argo awakens. Rygel drops the ball and stammers.) Oh! Ah! I was just trying to, uh...
D'Argo: I know exactly what you're trying to do Jothee.
D'Argo: Come here boy.
D'Argo: Now. (Rygel is too stunned to come so so D'Argo goes to "Jothee.")
Rygel: (Backing up hurriedly.) Oh, no, D'Argo! Listen! This isn't what it looks like. I'm not... (D'Argo grabs him and gives him a huge hug.) Oh! OH!You're... crushing me.. UUUHH!
D'Argo: (Releases him from the hug and setting him down on the bed, he kneels down and says in a fatherly tone-) Now what did I say about going through other peoples' things?
Rygel: What is the matter with you?
D'Argo: Now... (He points to Rygel’s chest and when Rygel looks down he brings his hand up chucking him under the chin. D'Argo chuckles.)
Rygel: Wha? OW! (Not chuckling, his fear turning to anger.) How dare you handle me this way!
D'Argo: (Chuckles and tickles Rygel. Says in the tone of playing with a small child.) Jothee, you are so BIG!
Rygel: Oh! My size is never a matter for discussion!
D'Argo: (Pauses, then becomes serious.) Hey, uh... I think I know why you're upset. (Cut to Rygel, who stares at D'Argo in a serious expression of analytical curiosity.) You are old enough now to realize that we're outsiders here. You look different to the others and they're treating you like a stranger.
Rygel: Strange is right.
D'Argo: I know exactly how you feel. You know when your mothers' family first saw me...
Rygel: (Surprised.) What about my mother?
D'Argo: ...they despised me. ... So that's why we had to get away.
Rygel: Not far enough!
D'Argo: Well, we came to a place where no one could tell us what we thought or felt was wrong.
Rygel: Well. I'm telling you. You're wrong! Wrong! Wrong! Wrong! (D'Argo tickles him again to shut him up.) Ah! Ah! NYAH! HAHHAH!
D'Argo: (Laughing until he pauses to seriously say:) Ah, I love you, son.
Rygel: Son!?! You think I'm your. s...
D'Argo: My son, no matter what happens... (Now very serious.) I will always love you.
Cut to Zhaan’s lab. She is working on testing liquids while John studies diagrams on plastic film like human x-ray prints.)
Crichton: Pilot’s tendrils run all through the ship. He could have picked up the virus anywhere, on any tier. (Zhaan sneezes.) You okay?
Zhaan: Mmm, the air is getting staler.
Crichton: Yeah, but are you going to be okay?
Zhaan: For a while, thanks.
Crichton: (He turns back to the diagrams spread out in front of him.) Hey Zhaan... can this ship function without Pilot?
Zhaan: (Looking through a microscope at the sample she has prepared.) Theoretically, yes. Moya is an independent living being. Pilot and the DRDs are merely servicers in aid of her operations.
Crichton: What about the environmentals? The lights, the air?
Zhaan: Those things are not here to keep Moya functioning. They're here for us ... and Pilot controlled those.
Crichton: Is there any way for us to communicate with Moya? Without Pilot?
Zhaan: I know of none.
Aeryn: (Off camera.) I found something.
Crichton: Aeryn, what you got?
Aeryn: (On a clamshell viewer, Pilot still slumped behind her.) From what I can read of Pilot’s personal monitoring system, his blood is being nutrient starved. Now, it may not be the only reason he's unconscious but it's all I can figure out for now.
Crichton: Well the virus must be starving him, get him some nutrients. [Thank you, Mr. Obvious.]
Aeryn: I'm on it.
Zhaan: (Cut Zhaan at her microscope shaking her head and realization.) Except it's not a virus. (Crichton walks over to her.) This test just confirmed that the particles are not a distinct organism like a virus. They are actually made up of Moya’s genetic material. They are a part of Moya. They must be fragments from the explosion.
Crichton: No they can't be fragments. They're all perfectly uniform in size.
Zhaan: But, John, they are a part of Moya.
They look at each other for a second, equally confused.
Crichton: Just before the accident, D'Argo said he saw some... Peacekeeper something.
Crichton: Whatever it is, that must be the answer.
Cut to Aeryn. She has a flashlight and is crouching through a small tunnel very much like what D'Argo was in earlier before he found the Peacekeeper control panel. Along the roof of the triangular shaft is an umbilical cord-like organic structure.
Aeryn: Well. Pilot, I hope this works. (She lifts an oversized syringe and sticks it into the umbilical cord and injects fluid into it.)
Cut back to John and Zhaan as Moya shudders and the lights go out in response to Aeryn's injection. The lights come up some
Zhaan: Oh, no.
Crichton: Where's D'Argo?
Zhaan: Rygel's watching him.
Crichton: (Calling to him over comm using the clamshell viewer) Rygel? Rygel? (On the viewer Rygel is seen struggling to extricate himself from a sheet on a bed.) You are NOT sleeping!
Rygel: (Indignant as his head emerges from under the sheet.) No, I'm NOT sleeping! D'Argo tucked me in and went for a walk! He thinks I'm someone called Jothee!
Zhaan: D'Argo is not with you?
Rygel: No. Are you not listening? He went for a walk and he's looking for Lo...laan.
Crichton: (To Zhaan.) Lo'laan? That's what he called you earlier. (Zhaan acknowledges this and John goes off looking for D'Argo.)
Cut to D'Argo, somewhere else on Moya looking off into the distance. He is lost in thought. Crichton shows up behind him.
Crichton: How you doing?
D'Argo: I feel ... ... unsteady.
Crichton: Yeah. Look. I uh, know a little while ago, you were floating in deep space in your street clothes. And I know you're going through some stuff because of it, but we're in deep guano here bro. We need your help.
D'Argo: (Coldly, spitting out the words.) You need me, Macton?
Crichton: Macton? (D'Argo is stalking toward Crichton with a murderous glare.) D'Argo, I'm not Macton. Is this like that name you called Zhaan? Was it ... Lo'laan? (Long pause as D'Argo just glares.) Who is Lo'laan?
D'Argo: Who is Lo'laan? You may despise your sister for marrying me, Macton, but do not mock her by feigning to forget her name.
Crichton: Marry. ... Wha-wha-wait a minute, these people are real? You were married?
D'Argo: (The illusion breaks slightly. Emotionally:) Crichton?
Crichton: Yeah, D'Argo, it's me. ... And you're here. (He tries to get through to a dazed and confused D'Argo.) On Moya. Look, we've got trouble. Big trouble. ... We need to know what happened down there, what caused the explosion. We need to know what you saw.
D'Argo: Explosion. ... (Crichton nods firmly.) I was... I was in some kind of shaft. There was a shield. A Peacekeeper shield. It was holding something back.
Crichton: Holding back what? (Crichton moves step closer and snaps D'Argo back into the illusion. He grabs Crichton and pushes him against the wall.)
D'Argo: (With fury, clasping Crichton by the shoulders.) Macton, you dare deny your own sister’s name? You dare to dishonor her even though she is dead?! (He stares at Crichton for a long second then savagely throws him to the floor and begins to sob in agonized grief. Crichton can only stare.)
Cut to later. Aeryn at Pilot’s console in front of the unconscious Pilot, is performing Pilot's maintenance functions.
Aeryn: Crichton, are you sure this is such a good idea? I really can't be certain of what I am reading, what I'm doing...
Crichton: (Walking down a dark corridor with a flashlight. Over comms:) We don't have a choice, Aeryn. D'Argo said he found some kind of... Peacekeeper shield in a shaft we have to locate.
Aeryn: Can't D'Argo tell us?
Crichton: (The flashlight goes out) Damn! (He whacks it and it comes back on.) No Aeryn, his memory's all over the map. Short-circuited. (The flashlight continues to flicker.) Aeryn, we got to be getting close to the source, send down some emergency lighting in this section. (In the reddish gloom he sees a few DRDs.) Uh oh... eyes.
Crichton: (Creeped out.) Yeah, like a cave scene in a Yosemite Sam cartoon. DRDs. They're blocking the passageway. I've got to find another route.
Aeryn: There should be parallel passageways that vector off on that tier. ... I think.
Crichton: You think?
Aeryn: (Snappish.) Look, do you want to come up here and try to handle all of these thousands of controls.
Crichton: No-no-no. I'm vectoring! I'm vectoring! (He retreats hastily from the DRDs and seeing a small opening squeezes through it into a larger space. It is lit by red indirect lights.) Aeryn? I need a fix on my current location! (No response as he walks into another corridor, bathed in red light. Suddenly DRDs eyes light up, hundreds of them, on the walls, floors and ceiling around him, squeaking rapidly.) Holy mother of... (The DRDs advance and some open fire. Crichton runs away.) AERYN! (Now under heavy fire he dives for the opening he came in by and slides halfway through on his belly only to come up face to face with two DRDs on the other side. One is pointing a gun at him, the other starts pushing a spinning shaft toward his face. Cut to commercial.)
We return to Crichton face down on the floor, two DRDs within a food of his face menacing him.
Crichton: (He whispers, slowly:) Aeryn, shut down the DRDs.
Aeryn: (Over comms.) Don't be ridiculous Crichton.
Crichton: Just... do it! (After a very long second, The DRDs go dead. Crichton exhales and lowers his head into his hands.)
Cut to another room on Moya. A shut down DRD is on a table. Aeryn, John and Zhaan are seated around it looking grim.
Crichton: So where are Rygel and D'Argo?
Zhaan: D'Argo took his "son" on an excursion.
Aeryn: What are we going to do about these? They're vital servicers. We need them operational.
Crichton: Well, they are not exactly operational as it is, Aeryn. You missed that Hitchcock picture playing back there a little while ago. A flock of these little guys just tried to kill me. And they're not shooting glue anymore. (The camera starts to revolve around them, showing each of their faces in turn as they discuss the situation with lowered voices.)
Zhaan: Could this be related to what we've been calling the virus?
Crichton: No, no you're right. It's not a virus. These guys aren't biomechanoid. They're entirely mechanical: wires, gears, servos. No, a virus wouldn't have any affect at all. No, they only do... what someone tells them to do.
Aeryn: But, Pilot is unconscious.
Crichton: Pilot isn't the only one who controls them.
Aeryn: You're saying that Moya wanted the DRDs to try and kill you?
Zhaan: The DRDs, the shut down of the environmentals. Do you think that Moya is causing all of this?
Crichton: Moya has an independent intellect, right? Well, maybe the explosion that D'Argo was involved in short circuited that. Or maybe she consciously cut off Pilot’s resources in order to prevent him from keeping us alive. ... Our beloved ship may be trying to kill us.
After a long reaction shot, we cut to later in Zhaan’s lab. She and Crichton are examining the films of Moya’s body.
Zhaan: It would be so much more efficient to bring this data up on the view screen.
Crichton: We can't access Moya’s intellect without letting her know what we're doing.
Zhaan: I can't believe Moya doesn't know.
Crichton: How do you know about the few bacteria inside of you? No, you don't know unless you get a symptom.
Zhaan: (A bit surprised.) My body carries no bacteria.
Crichton: Aeryn, is that all of them?
Aeryn: (As she enters with more films.) I'm sure there's a lot more. (She hands them to Crichton who eagerly accepts them and places them in relations to others he has on the floor. They are both glazed in sweat and having difficulties breathing, unlike Zhaan.) What exactly are you expecting to do?
Crichton: I'm, uh... trying to find a direct access to Moya’s higher functions. We may have to shut her down.
Aeryn: But that would be like... like when Moya was still wearing the Peacekeeper control collar.
Zhaan: What if we can't get it up again?
Crichton: It may be the only way to save her- (Moya groans and shudders.) ... and us. (He scrambles to his feet.) I think the most direct access point is gonna be in Pilot’s chamber. Aeryn? (She looks at him for a long time breathing heavily at the thinning air, then nods and exits.)
Crichton: (To Zhaan. You and I, we may have one other chance. Rygel where are you?
Rygel: (Over comms but his indignation is clear.) Getting a piggy-back ride!
Crichton: Well see if you can get a ride back up to Command.
Cut to later on Command. D'Argo is carrying Rygel, who looks weary.
D'Argo: (To Rygel, fatherly.) You must hold still. We're up in the mountains and the air is very thin.
Rygel: So it's mountains now. (D'Argo sets Rygel down and we see Rygel is draped in a blanket. He continues to mock D'Argo.) Do you know I sincerely believe you require physical restraints?
D'Argo:You are going to make things very difficult for your old man if you... (He stops as Crichton and Zhaan enter. Crichton hands back as Zhaan approaches D'Argo.)
Zhaan: Hello, D'Argo.
D'Argo: Lo'laan. (He goes to Zhaan and kisses her tenderly as Crichton looks on. Zhaan plays along.) The more I know you, the more I love you, the less I understand. How could you give up everything to love someone like me?
Zhaan: Yes, sweet D'Argo. I do so love you too.
Cut to Crichton and Rygel watching in a mixture of emotions, mostly confusion and concern.
D'Argo: I am never going to let you from my life.
Zhaan: I need your help.
Zhaan: We are in great danger.
D'Argo: We are in no danger. Not here. They're not looking for us anymore. We're safe, you, me and Jothee.
Zhaan: We are not safe. Our ship...
D'Argo: Our ship is gone. I destroyed it soon after we landed. There is no... way... they can trace us here.
Zhaan: Where is here, sweet D'Argo? (D'Argo seems to see Zhaan, not Lo'laan, and backs away, blinking, disoriented.)
Crichton:D'Argo! (Sensing a breakthrough but snapping D'Argo back into the illusion.)
D'Argo: (He whirls to face Crichton.) Macton! (Rygel gasps at D’Argo’s hostility.)
Crichton: (Playing along with D’Argo’s delusion.) What are you doing? .... Here? ... With her? ... (In D'argo's face now.) You keep your hands off my sister.
Rygel: (Trying to figure it out.) Your sister?
D'Argo: You have nothing to say on this, Macton.
Crichton: I have everything to say on it. I reject you and I reject your marriage. (Moya groans and yaws.) No! You think yourself worthy of her? When you cower from her memory.
D'Argo: (Simmering with rage,) Her memory burns in my very soul. (Cut to Rygel, looking concerned. D'Argo backs away from Crichton and turns towards Zhaan, struggling to keep it together.) You ... you're dead.
Crichton: (There is a pause, then Crichton says, as tenderly as he can:) D'Argo, you have to remember.
D'Argo: (Sobbing.) I don't want to.
Crichton: You must. You must remember everything. (D'Argo cries out and grabs Crichton and throws him across the room.)
Crichton: D'ARGO! REMEMBER!
D'Argo: YOU KILLED HER! .... To keep her from me. ... You killed Lo'laan! (Crichton just stares, putting the pieces together.)
Zhaan: (Horrified as she too puts it together.) Her own brother killed her?
D'Argo: (He looks at Zhaan, then Crichton. He slowly turns back to Rygel who has also put it all together and is looking down sadly.) I never had the chance ... you were so young... (Rygel looks up at him sadly.) I never had the chance to tell out why your mother and I went away from the world that we knew. (Fighting tears.) Jothee, ... please understand, I had to send you away. I was charged with your mother’s murder. Before they could arrest me, I got you to another planet, safely away. To a place where I prayed that Macton and others like him would never find you. ... I had no other choice, ... but I can't be sure you have remained safe until I see you again. I can't... (Rygel looks unsympathetically.)
Crichton: (Softly.) D'Argo.
D'Argo: (He stands up and looks at Crichton... at Crichton.) Macton arrested me. He still had her dried blood on his hands.
Crichton: Macton? I thought you were arrested by a Peacekeeper?
D'Argo: (Bitter.) It was quite a coup for him.
Crichton: Macton was a Peacekeeper?
Zhaan: (Struggling with the concept.) If he was a Peacekeeper, then Lo'Laan was...
D'Argo looks sideways as Zhaan gasps in the thin air, still not far from tears. He reaches into a cavity hidden in his chest and takes out a chip and holds it in his palm. A hologram expands into view--a loops of a few seconds of "video" of a Sebacean woman holding a smiling tentacle-headed toddler whose features are half Sebacean, half Luxan.
Zhaan: Your family.
Crichton looks on, stunned and struck with the magnitude of grief D'Argo has suffered. D'Argo looks on, barely containing his sobs until he reaches out and closes the holographic video with a closed fist. He looks at his fist as he turns it back to him. His fist symbolically holding what memories he has.
D'Argo: (He looks at Crichton.) I remember it all.
Crichton:D'Argo ... the explosion here on Moya. ... Do you remember where? (D'Argo rolls his eyes. Cut to commercial.)
We return to a scene of a jumble of biomechanical tubes and multiple beeps and whirrs. Aeryn explains.
Aeryn: I'm inside the access point to Moya’s higher functions. (With trepidation.) I'm almost through the shut down procedure.
Zhaan: (Over comms.) We understand Aeryn. (Cut to D'Argo walking. We hear Zhaan off camera.) If you can isolate the source of the problem then we may not have to shut down Moya’s higher functions. (Camera pans to Zhaan walking with Crichton, geared up for an expedition, in front of D'Argo.) But be careful John, you may be going to right in where the particles are most concentrated.
Aeryn: (Cut back to Aeryn, looking unhappy.) I can't do it. I can't get through. There is no way to shut down Moya’s higher functions. (Cut to D'Argo, Zhaan, and Crichton listening over comms.) But I do have access, I can cut the connections. (That makes the three stop walking.)
Crichton: Cut them? Permanently?
Aeryn: (Aeryn's face shows the gravity of the situation.) This isn't my decision alone. If I do this, we all have to be a part of it.
Crichton: (Looking at the others who say nothing.) Cut 'em. (Zhaan nods. D'Argo remains silent and humbled. Cut to Aeryn who nods once grimly then grimaces to steel herself for the task.)
D'Argo enters the triple junction we have seen twice before this episode, Crichton and Zhaan join him standing at the junction..
D'Argo: Somewhere around here.
Crichton: It can't be, Aeryn and I checked this entire...
D'Argo: (Firmly.) No, this way. (He strides down one of the corridors. They come to the place where D'Argo entered the narrow shaft.) The DRDs have sealed it up. (He kicks out seal the DRDs placed over the hatch.)
Cut briefly to Aeryn who is using a long welding torch on the interior of Pilot's console.
Cut to Crichton in a space helmet with an oxygen tether walking down the shaft. It is very dim and strewn with debris.)
Crichton: Right, D'Argo, I'm in. Where's the Peacekeeper panel?
D'Argo: (Over comms.) What do you see?
Crichton: (Looking down the shaft which resembles a subway tunnel.) Infinity.
D'Argo: Then you're close either way.
Crichton: Thanks a lot... (After five seconds of walking.) I've reached a ridge.
D'Argo: Just... keep going, it's not much further.
Crichton: You'd better be right, 'cause I think I'm running low on oxygen.
Aeryn: (Cut to Aeryn who shuts off her welding torch.) I'm through the protective casing. I'm going in.
Crichton: (Back to the tunnel. After another few seconds, Crichton arrives at the shield.) I think I found it, I'm at the Peacekeeper shield. (He leans down to examine it. There is now a hole in the center. He picks up and sifts through fine and rough particles.) It's definitely holding back the particles.
Zhaan: John, can you see the source?
Crichton: Hang on, there's something further down. (He heads further down, slowly.)
Zhaan: You can't go much further. John, you're almost at the end of the cable.
Crichton: I found another opening. (He pauses, panting for breath.) There's something through here ... some sort of cavern. (He walks through the hole in the side of the tunnel.)
Aeryn: (Cut to Aeryn who has now cut off one of the large panels on Pilot's console. She sets it reverently aside. She is also panting for breath in the thin air.) Okay, I'm cutting now. (She takes her welding torch and we see her from below, the white hot flame blasting forth and down at something deep underneath Pilot's console.)
Zhaan: John, Aeryn is through! She is beginning to sever Moya’s higher functions.
Crichton: Oh my God...
D'Argo: Crichton! What do you see?
No answer from Crichton. Cut briefly to Aeryn, grimmacing. She shuts off the torch. Cut back to Crichton lowering himself onto a floor below the tunnel. Shut down DRDs are all about.
Zhaan: John, can you hear me?
It has now been 20 seconds since Crichton's "Oh my God..."
D'Argo: (Anxious.) Crichton, what do you see?
Crichton: (Detaching the cable to walk freely.) I'm not sure. ... Zhaan, how much do you know about, uh... Leviathan physiology?
Zhaan: Not a great deal, why?
Crichton: (He plays his flashlight beam over a strange structure in the chamber he's entered) Do you know how they reproduce?
Crichton: Yeah, I think - I think Moya's pregnant.
Cut to a long shot of what Crichton is seeing. It is a structure similar to Pilot's console but with something in the middle suspended by multiple umbilical cords. He shines his flashlight back and forth over it.
Zhaan: (To D'Argo.) That's why the particles are biomechanoid
Crichton: Yeah, it's a catalyst, the catalyst for pregnancy.
Zhaan: Then Moya hasn't been trying to kill us after all.
Crichton: (Cut to a medium shot of a roughly Leviathan-shaped creature, about twice the size of a human, suspended, cradled in the umbilical cords.) No, she's ... protecting her baby.
Aeryn: (Crackling over comms.) Cutting, almost got it.
Crichton: Aeryn, what was that?
Aeryn: I said I'm almost done, The higher functions are almost severed.
The others begin shouting frantically to her, all at the same time.
Zhaan: No, Aeryn! Do you hear me! STOP!
D'Argo: NO! AERYN! YOU MUST STOP!
She doesn't hear them.
Crichton: Damn it, Aeryn! Listen to me! You got to stop cutting NOW! AERYN!
She finally hears them and stops, confused.
Aeryn: All right, stopped. Why? What is this?
Zhaan: We'll explain later! Just put down the saw!
Aeryn gestures with a "what the hezmana" gesture.
Crichton: (Removes his helmet and stares at the thick umbilicals supporting the fetal Leviathan.) Moya, ... I wish there was some way I could communicate to you. To let you know that what you're doing to nourish your baby is killing Pilot. ... And us. (He notices all of the shut down DRDs around the fetus) DRDs... The baby needs the DRDs. We're killing the baby. Aeryn! You've got to turn back on the DRDs!
Aeryn: (Leaning against Pilot’s console exhausted and confused.) What? What is going on down there?
Crichton:(Screaming.) AERYN, TURN BACK ON THE DRDS, NOW! (She rolls her eyes but complies. They come to life and advance on Crichton. One raises its gun at him. Cut to the DRDs view of him, surreal and out of focus. Crichton drops to his knees and slowly lays his weapon aside as the DRDs watch him.) Moya, I don't know if you can hear me through this DRD. Hell, I don't even know if you can understand me without Pilot translating. We... would never hurt you or your baby, we're happy that you're having a child. But do we have to die just so your baby can live? (After a long few seconds, the DRD drops his gun and the lights and air come back on. The DRDs retreat.)
Zhaan: Fresh air! Crichton the atmosphere is back on. We can breathe again.
Crichton: (Standing as the DRDs retreat and looking at the fetus.) Man, how big that thing is gonna grow?
Return from commercial on the Command Crichton is seated at the table fiddling with something. Rygel is hovering nearby. Zhaan is standing behind them.
Zhaan: Pilot, we are all very glad to see you up and back on your feet.
Crichton: (Knowing that we have not yet seen Pilot having any feet.) At least up anyway.
Pilot: (Sounding a little uncertain.) I'm feeling much better, thank you.
Crichton: Here's what I don't understand. How could Moya do this without your permission?
Pilot: (Slowly.) I'm here to serve her, she may do whatever she feels is necessary to ensure her survival and now I suppose, that extends to her offspring as well. To nourish the fetus during the very tenuous period right after conception, Moya needed to re-route a few resources.
Rygel: (With a loud scoff.) A few resources? She nearly suffocated us and starved you.
Pilot: That is all behind us. The fetus is alive and well.
Zhaan: Pilot there must be other changes to come as the fetus develops. What can we be expecting?
Crichton: Yeah. Is there some kind of 'What To Expect When You're Expecting A Baby Leviathan' book? Dr Spock... Mr Spock.
Pilot: I'm afraid Pilots are not privy to any special knowledge regarding the gestation cycle of Leviathans. Speaking frankly, I don't know what we can be expecting.
Crichton: Well whatever it is, we have to remember the Peacekeepers put up a shield to keep it from happening.
Cut to D’Argo’s quarters. He is sitting at a table holding his hologram chip, contemplating it. Aeryn is at the door.
Aeryn: How are you feeling?
D'Argo: I never had the chance to say thank you.
Aeryn: (She presses the door control and enters.) Thank me?
D'Argo: Outside the ship, you came after me in the Prowler.
Aeryn: (She smiles and walk toward him.) In all the excitement, I'd forgotten all about it. You're welcome. (She sees D'Argo's silent grief.) Your wife’s brother... The one who... The Peacekeeper.... Is his name Macton?
D'Argo: Macton Tal.
Aeryn: Hmmm. I don't know him. (Long pause. Then she steps into D'Argo's field of view.) May I see her? (D'Argo activates his hologram chip. Aeryn smiles) She's quite beautiful.
D'Argo: Does it surprise you that such a Sebacean woman could love me?
Aeryn: D'Argo, it's ingrained in Peacekeepers from birth that we must keep the bloodlines pure. Such unions are evil.
D'Argo: (He flicks off the hologram and takes a deep, shaky breath) Do you therefore think that my son is evil?
Aeryn: No. Because in his eyes... I see you. ... D'Argo, no matter what happens to us, I will never tell anyone about your son. (He simply breathes, aware of the implications of what she has said. She leaves him. He looks after her with a mix of appreciation and dread... mostly dread.)