"This pod is falling apart." "It's all I can do to keep her afloat." "Chiana?" "It's not my fault, Crichton." "I looked away for a microt, and Jool grabbed the controls." "I didn't say it was your fault." "Give me status." "It's not holding." "Oh, you're getting mank everywhere." "Shut the frell!" "This is your fault!" "Look, there's Moya." "Let's just..." "Pilot, Aeryn, come in..." "Pilot?" "That's not Moya." "That's a Leviathan with a control collar." "That means Peacekeepers." "O2 level's falling." "Telemetry, comms... neuro status." "We got nothin'." "All right, we're headin' for that ship." "That's it." "John, that is not an option!" "We don't have any options, unless you want to die out here in the middle of nowhere." "It's better than being captured, tortured and killed by the Peacekeepers." "You hear that noise?" "That's our air!" "We have no comms." "We have no idea who, or what, is on that ship." "You are leading us to our death!" "All right, that's it, everybody out!" "out!" "What happened here?" "That smell... if there were Peacekeepers, they'd be here by now." "Well, this section's airlocked, so someone wants us here." "D'Argo!" "What the hell's goin' on out here?" "I told you we shouldn't have come here!" "It's gone." "Burnt, battered, busted." "Ding dong, the pod is dead." "It can't be dead, Crichton." "You have to fix it, and you have to get us out of here." "Ain't gonna happen, not unless we can replace that stuff." "We need 3k wire and narium coils." "Right." "We find it, we might stand a chance and that means a scavenger hunt... in that direction." "But can't we just borrow one of their transport pods?" "There aren't any." "I already looked." "No transport pods..." "Not a single piece of escape craft..." "It's like anybody who could leave... has left." "This place is bad voojoo." "It's a Leviathan." "Like Moya." "So spare parts... this way." "I'm getting back in the transport pod  and I'm staying there." "Thank frek." "Nah, you stay with her, Chiana." "No way." "Pip..." "Transport's all we got." "I'm warning you." "I'm gonna end up killin' that red-headed tralk." "Whatever." "Go on." "Spare parts..." "that way." "Let's go find 'em." "Frell." "Trashed." "Hm." "And there's no 3k wire, and definately no narium coils." "Anybody home?" "Anybody... out there?" "Do you want to give me a hand here?" "It's jammed." "Or maybe there's a Pilot keeping it shut." "Or a host of Peacekeepers." "Or thousands of feral hippie boys, friends and relatives." "Too late to worry about that." "Let's just get what we need for the transport pod and get the frell outta here." "D'Argo!" "Chiana!" "..." "Chiana!" "Chiana." "The comms are down...." "Chiana!" "Could be the control collar." "All right." "We know the layout, right?" "Okay, narium coils, 3k wire." "Gotta be on tiers 3 and 4." "Either that, or we head straight for Pilot." "Crichton..." "What you got, Big 'Un?" "Bones..." "Sebacean bones, maybe." "All right." "This way." "Abbott and Costello and the House of Horror." "You know, we should talk to the Pilot he could tell us where to find all the stuff we need." "Ah." "Crichton in here." "Whoa!" "Oh, man, that smells worse than Rygel." "Well, almost." "Get in." "Yeah, 3k wire." "Good call, how'd you know?" "It's a wild guess." "This duct leads to the klesteron filters." "We'll have to scrape out what we can." "Ho!" "Oh, man, that's pus." "The ship is oozing pus, man." "Yeah, the whole ship is diseased." "Oh, geez." "No DRD's, what's that about?" "It's like she got hit by some kind of biochemical weapon." "Narium coils, tier 7." "Huh-uh." "We gotta find the Pilot." "Crichton, we get what we need and we get out." "What we need... is the guy who controls the maintenance bay doors  the hangars, the whole damn ship, in fact." "This is meant to be a hit-and-run mission so we get the parts that we need." "And what if we're dying?" "What if we've been exposed to some radiation,... or some virus that's gonna mutate us into the Night of the Living Dead?" "Then, the sooner we get out of here the better... if you want to go all the way to Pilot's Den, then you are tinked!" "Hey, you know what?" "We don't know what we're dealing with here!" "This... is a Peacekeeper prison ship." "That's all you need to know." "I'm gonna go find the Pilot." "You get the junk." "What was that?" "External gyro-sensor." "You broke it." "I did not!" "It just fell!" "I don't believe this." "What!" "?" "Where are you going?" "To join the treasure hunt." "Crichton said to stay here!" "Well, he didn't know about this." "Well... you can't leave me." "The comms are down." "There's a... there's a pulse rifle in the transport pod." "How do I open this door?" "You know." "We don't have weapons on our planet." "We don't have violence, we don't have war." "What the frell?" "Frelling hezmana!" "See?" "Violence... you'll get the hang of it." "Good luck with the pulse rifle." "I hope you're a fast learner." "Holy Mother of God." "Easy." "I'm not gonna hurt you." "My name is Crichton." "I live on a Leviathan." "we have a Pilot, he's  kinda like you." "What happened to you?" "Please..." "Kill me." "Come on... come out and play." "Don't mind me, just  just talk amongst yourselves." "Especially you." "Stay back." "Stay back!" "What about your comms, atmosphere, the doors?" "Can you control any of that?" "My neural pods slashed." "Please, kill me." "Look, your arms are gonna regenerate." "Growgaan cut..." "Grogan... who the hell is Grogan?" "Growgaan growgaan cut... growgaan cut!" "They cut your arms... and when they grow back, they hack 'em off again." "Why the hell would they do that?" "Because, because, because they're eating me!" "Stay back" "Stay back" "Stay away!" "I don't want to hurt you!" "Frell!" "No!" "Frell!" "D'Argo!" "Crichton!" "F... frell." "You want lunch?" "How about her!" "D'Argo!" "Crichton!" "Chiana!" "Chianaaa!" "Chiana!" "Who are you?" "Where's Chiana, the Nebari?" "Stay back!" "Stay back or I swear, I will kill you." "I don't think that's very polite." "No!" "Crichton!" "Pilot!" "What's going on?" "Starburst without any warning, for yotz' sake." "But we've left Crichton and the others stranded." "Votched up all my second lunch!" "It better be something good, Pilot." "Moya was responding to a distress call." "Perhaps you can see for yourself." "Talyn." "Crais, come in, this is Aeryn." "Crais?" "Pilot, there's no answer from Crais." "Nor is Moya getting any answer from Talyn." "What happened to you?" "Aeryn, what do you see?" "He's been hit hard." "Pilot, any other ships in the area?" "Not that I can tell." "Crais?" "Crais!" "We have... we have to give him the death rites." "Yeah..." "We have to give him a proper  I'm sure there's a bunch of Oricans around here." "Damn it!" "We should'a stuck together." "I wanted us to stick together." "But he... we..." "No, no, no." "We were too damn stubborn!" "Chiana!" "D'Argo is dead!" "Jool's god knows where... and we have been here bef..." "No, we haven't..." "They're eating the ship." "This is a Leviathan." "It's like Moya." "It's alive." "We have to get outta here." "We have to... we have to get out of here." "Yes, we do." "Okay." "Okay." "I can do this." "I can..." "I can do anything." "That's what my father told me." "That's what my mother told me  and I've never doubted them before." "Maybe once or twice." "But I shouldn't doubt them." "I should believe in them." "And I should  believe in myself." "Oh, I don't think this is right, I shouldn't be here." "I'm a civilized being." "There's got to be someone here who recognizes that." "I just need to find them." "Hello?" "Hello?" "Pilot?" "He's disarmed." "Yeah." "All right, Pilot, Narium coils... where are they?" "Yeah, yeah, yeah." "I get it." "I" " I, you know, I get it." "I come forward, you scream." "I move back, et cetera, et cetera, et cetera." "Pilot, I'm over it." "You're gonna help me." "You're gonna give me something, and you're gonna give it to me now!" "Talk to me... slowly." "Th-this ship..." "Rovhu... was.. was... ahh" "Slowly." "Detention ship, prison ship... ship for... for the..." "Kr..." "Krishool..." "What the hell is that?" "The criminally insane." "The criminally insane." "We fix the transport pod; we get out of here." "We got 3k wire." "That's a start at least." "He controls the whole ship, Chiana." "He's got the maintenance bay." "He's got the doors." "He's got the windows." "He's got the smoke on the water!" "I don't know what you're talkin' about." "The guy-- whatever, whoever, the one that killed D'Argo, Dr. Spike!" "Kaarvok." "Kaarvok spike." "Kaarvok-- that's his name?" "Bring Kaarvok... bring him back." "What's a PK prison convoy doin' way out here in the Uncharted Territories?" "Peacekeeper convoy... ambush convoy..." "Scarrans ambush... we-- drifting... but not to Starburst-- not to go... nowhere to go  no one helps." "We... starve..." "What's the big fuss?" "Why the red carpet treatment?" "His power..." "And the others, the other prisoners?" "What's their deal?" "There were no... other prisoners." "Chiana?" "Chiana." "They'll never get to him now." "Never ever." "They had a whole prison ship for one prisoner?" "What about all this other vermin we're seein'?" "The hungry-hungry-hippies?" "Peacekeepers." "Peacekeepers?" "They were Peacekeepers." "All of them." "Pilot!" "He's venting the chamber!" "I wish you wouldn't talk about me behind my back." "Help!" "Frell!" "Help me!" "Help me!" "No." "You are not taking him back to Moya." "He is still alive, Rygel." "We can fix that." "What are you...?" "Give me the transponder." "The ship is shutting down!" "Give it back." "Rygel." "Now!" "That's what we're hoping for." "Look, if you want to have it out with Moya you can go right ahead." "Listen, you bartantic bitch." "Talyn's supposedly the meanest, deadliest, all time yave-of-the-yuvo. fighter-ship." "But somebody, something... beat the yotz out of him, and when they come back to finish him off... we'll be here with him." "Unarmed!" "And if we can keep him alive, we might find out what happened." "In another arn or two it won't matter." "Let's go, while we still can." "Chiana!" "Chiana!" "Chiana!" "Chiana!" "Chiana!" "Chiana!" "Okay." "Okay... come on... come..." "Okay...okay." "Two Chianas." "Two... she... she... and me." "Yeah." "I'm me." "She... she was just a clone." "A clone, so..." "I'm  the real me?" "I'm the real me." "D'Argo's dead." "Chiana's dead." "Oh, yeah." "Oh, yeah, I can feel it." "That sick, Hammer Horror son of a bitch, he's gonna be suckin' my brains through a sippy-straw and it ain't makin' me feel comfortable!" "I head for the transport pod, and he runs me down like a sick lizard or we take back control." "We patch your ass back in  we vent the chambers and suck his ass out into space!" "Pilot, Pilot, Pilot." "You listen to me." "We can do this." "We find Jool, we take back control!" "You an' me, buddy Good things are gonna happen." "Good things!" "Are you comfortable in there?" "Oh, do settle." "You're being very angry." "What have you done to me?" "D'Argo, I saved you from the Xarai." "You know, they're completely uncivilized." "What have you done with Chiana?" "Chiana...?" "The Nebari!" "They gray girl." "Yes." "Very, very, very, very nice." "Really." "Very nice." "Were you close?" "What have you done with her?" "I haven't done anything." "Last I heard, she was having her best bits eaten by the Xarai." "As I said, they're uncivilized." "It's you I'm more concerned about." "What have you done with me?" "I saw..." "Yes?" "You saw...?" "What did you see?" "Another D'Argo?" "You cloned me." "Not the word "clone", please." "I doubled you." "I... "twinned" you." "Two D'Argos." "Equal... and original." "And tasty." "I've never twinned a Luxan before." "Why me?" "We're going to make babies." "Chiana in two." "Two... two of me." "Two... forked!" "He copies you." "That's what he does." "Two Chianas." "Think... think." "Kaarvok must've found a way to patch himself into Rovhu." "Forced control system." "Insta security of the Peacekeepers." "Yeah, but she's still alive." "Not conscious..." "life." "Tertiary life support." "You feel that?" "It's uh..." "Crichton... can't work... the console." "I'm comin' up!" "I can double you again." "And again." "And again." "Look at the Peacekeepers." "What Peacekeepers?" "All over the ship." "The Xarai, I call them." "Private joke." "I once had a tame vangern called Xarai." "As you can see, once you've been twinned thirty or fourty times... you're not much good for conversation." "Not that you're especially witty right now." "Hold still!" "I can help you get off this ship." "Why should I want to do that?" "Because this ship is dying." "It's rotting to pieces all around you." "This is my home." "All I need is more, what... food?" "Family?" "Is there a difference?" "D'Argo... you know how painful it is." "I'm willing to spare you the pain of a whole half-cycle." "As long as you breed for me." "Breed?" "With what?" "D'Argo... meet Belima." "I" " I'm sorry..." "I..." "I think I twinned her  a little too often." "Rovhu has no power enough." "Takes time to charge." "Still nothin'." "No, can't even..." "lights, no use." "Pilot, don't give up here." "You're all I've got, you understand that?" "I need you big boy, and you need me." "Come on!" "Central plexus cable." "Central... plexus cable." "Crichton!" "No!" "It's quite simple, Rygel." "I'm taking the pod and I'm collecting the others." "Take plenty of food with you." "They'll be nothing here when you return." "I'll be back within the arn." "You're leaving us chained to Talyn!" "Crawling along at hetch three!" "Towing him... is the only way." "By yotz!" "We should be Starbursting!" "We can't Starburst." "You know we can't." "We can." "If you try anything when I am gone... whatever you have in the place of mivonks, and wherever they are  they will be gone... when I get back." "We give her 300 microts." "Then we cut ourselves free from Talyn and we Starburst." "Talyn will recover." "Crais may not." "I suspect that now is not the right moment to abscond." "Come on, damn it, John." "You remember the sequence." "You know the sequence." "Remember the damn sequence." "You know what you're doin' here." "Come on." "Hey, Kaarvok!" "It's just you and me now." "What do you say we meet for some coffee or somethin'?" "I'm sure we got lots of stuff we could talk about." "We'll cook you up somethin' special, K-Man." "It's gonna take a little while." "We're gonna hit you with some Starburst Supreme!" "D'Argo!" "Help me." "Are you sure you..." "I'm not interrupting something?" "Chiana... just hurry up!" "Okay." "'Cause you know I could just leave you there if- if you want... it's no trouble." "No, no, no." "Hurry, hurry, hurry." "Oh!" "Narium coils!" "I'm coming." "Okay." "Thank you." "Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh!" "Chains." "That's where I was aimin'." "Where's Crichton?" "I don't know." "We got separated." "Maintenance Bay's this way." "Where did you get separated?" "D'Argo... we got the stuff we need, okay?" "We got the 3k, we-we-we got nar" "Pilot's Den." "Come on, this way." "No, I'll go search for him, you go back." "No way." "I am not gonna split up." "Chiana, go get the transport pod ready." "Give me a quarter of an arn, and I'll meet you there." "Kaarvey!" "What's that I hear?" "Is that..." "Starburst?" "We can't Starburst." "We're in a control collar." "Oh, yes, we can Starburst." "Just means this whole ship is toast." "Schmick light show, baby." "You wanna try that again?" "Bring it on." "Okay... this is the best way." "This is going to be quick, and it's gonna hurt a whole lot less than being eaten!" "Still haven't learned how to use it." "I nearly shot myself with a pulse rifle!" "What the frell?" "This ship won't Starburst." "It's not strong enough." "Maybe she just needs to recharge." "I don't think so, brain-sucker." "I can arrange my own death." "Hurry up, Chiana." "I'm goin' as fast as I can." "Hurry!" "John!" "What the hell are you still doin' here, Kaarvey?" "Others will come." "More and more of you will come." "To me." "My... family." "My farmland... my, my... perfect... perfect dish!" "Crichton!" "D'Argo!" "Hey, kids!" "It's dinnertime!" "And it's finger-lickin' good!" "John!" "John, can you hear me?" "John!" "D'Argo!" "Are you okay?" "Yeah, we'll talk about it later, come on!" "Jool, you're alive." "Come on, hurry up!" "Chiana, let's go!" "Chiana!" "Hold the door!" "Jool, you're alive!" "Come on... come on, you piece of junk!" "It was over in a flash." "No more than a tenth of a microt." "But I saw it." "I saw... myself." "Another me." "Do you remember the actual moment." "No, I don't remember anything except... it was a corpse." "It was just a copy." "A fake." "I keep telling myself that, but then..." "this Crichton-- and Kaarvok... he said that he'd created two "equal and original."" "Boll-yotz." "Kaarvok was full of it." "But how do you know that I am not the copy?" "Maybe the real D'Argo is dead?" "Because you just know!" "You know." "Frell." "How is... he?" "Still tied." ""I doubled you." "I... twinned you."" ""Equal... and original."" "Sous-titres �Chrismich" "Pour Djobi"