Previously, on Farscape (voice of
Noranti):
Scene One: from "Unrealized Reality", John is
floating, in his spacesuit, above Earth as the sun peeks over the
horizon.
Scene Two: from "Unrealized Reality", Einstein
and John are sitting on the iceberg. Einstein: "What do you desire
with wormholes?" John: "To go home."
Scene Three: from "Unrealized Reality", John,
wearing his spacesuit, zooms down a wormhole.
Scene Four: from "Kansas", John floats
over Earth. John: "That really is Kansas."
Scene Five: from "Kansas", Aeryn stands
outside the house, in the bright sunshine, talking to the Sheriff.
Aeryn: "Would you like to come in?" She gestures towards the
door. Sheriff: "Yah, thanks." Aeryn: "Oh."
Scene Six: from "Kansas", Sheriff: "Who are
you people?" Noranti leans towards him: "Aliens." D'Argo
snakes out his tongue and knocks the Sheriff
unconscious.
Scene Seven: from "Kansas", John sits beside
Rygel on a candy-wrapper littered couch. Rygel is carving away
manically at a pumpkin. John rubs him on the head: "You been,
uh, stealing candy, Mr. Burroughs?" Rygel: "Oh,
Crichton. How illegal is this dren? You gotta get me
more!"
Scene Eight: from "Terra Firma", the DRD named
"1812" zips over to John. John introduces it to Bobby. John:
"1812, this is Bobby. Bobby, this is 1812. 1812 is gonna be
your tour guide. Don't let him break anything." Bobby: "Oh, I
won't break anything."
Scene Nine: from "Terra Firma", Chiana and
Sikozu are sunbathing in bikinis. Bobby is video-taping them.
Chiana puts down the magazine she was reading: "Hey! I got this
great idea. How bout... how bout we break outta here and go make
some new friends?" Bobby goes behind their chairs and zooms in on
Sikozu. Sikozu: "Chiana, you know the humans will not let us out
unescorted. And the way
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friends, I do not blame them." She glares into the camera at
Bobby.
Scene Ten: from "Bringing Home the Beacon",
John has his pulse pistol pointed at Aeryn's face. John: "Where's
Aeryn... Aeryn?" Aeryn reaches for her pulse pistol and John shoots
her in the face. It bubbles and shoots sparks. Sikozu: "A
bioloid."
Scene Eleven: from "Bringing Home the Beacon",
John kneels beside the body of the bioloid. D'Argo: "You know... it's not
Aeryn." John: "It was never Aeryn." D'Argo: "We're not gonna
give up on her, John. Sikozu said the Scarrans were taking Grayza to
a place called Katratzi. Maybe that's where Aeryn is now."
John: "She could be anywhere out there." D'Argo: "But we're not
gonna let her go. I give you my word."
And now, on Farscape...
PROLOGUE
There is sprightly music playing and a man's
voiceover as still photographs are shown
.
"Officer Aeryn Sun"
There is a photo of Aeryn in a light colored
top, with her hair down, long and straight. There is a potted fern
next to her and a large window behind her.
"General Ka D'Argo"
D'Argo appears to be standing in front of the
same window Aeryn was
.
"Sikozu Svala Shanti Sugaysi
Shanu"
Sikozu is sitting down facing the camera, a
huge smile on her face.
"Dominar Rygel, the
Sixteenth"
Rygel is also in front of a
window.
"Chiana"
Chiana is wearing a black, sleeveless top,
also smiling.
"Utu Noranti
Pralatong"
Noranti appears to be sitting outside, on a
porch or deck. She is also smiling... while holding a small skull up
beside her face. Her third eye is wide open and
pink.
"The Pilot"
Not surprisingly, Pilot is seated at the
console, in his den.
The photograph of Pilot shrinks until it is
shown to be in a frame, on a screen. There is a man in a dark suit
and tie standing next to the frame.
Man: "These are the first
extraterrestrials known to have visited this
planet."
The man walks slowly across a stage.
Behind him is a star scene of a pink nebula with the words "ALIEN
VISITION" emblazoned across it.
Man: "It has now been
several months since they left with Commander John
Crichton..."
A small photo of John appears in front of the
man.
"... aboard their ship,
Moya..."
A photo of Moya appears beside the photo of
John.
"and besides their
names..."
The top photos disappear
.
"... what else do we really know about
them? Precious little except the carefully orchestrated appearances
allowed by our government. Good Evening. I'm your host, R.
Wilson Monroe."
The sound changes and now seems to come from a
speaker...
"And tonight... we will pierce the veil of
secrecy, showing you these aliens as no one has witnessed them
before."
The man walks closer to the camera and appears
to be speaking directly to the viewer. He is showing on a large,
flatscreen tv.
"This network... has come into possesion...
"
Rygel: "How many times are you going to watch
this?"
John: "Until I figure it
out."
He and Rygel are sitting in a darkened room,
facing the tv screen.
Rygel: "I told Pilot not to let you know he'd
intercepted it."
The man continues speaking, in the
background.
John: "They never even gave it a
chance."
Rygel: "Well, what do you
expect?"
John: "It's not what you expect... it's what
you hope for."
The tv now shows a Catholic bishop who is
sitting down and talking
.
Rygel: "It's a backward planet full of
superstitous, xenophoic morons. Nothing makes sense if they didn't
think of it first and, even then, it's simplistic
drivel."
John gets up and walks around some
furniture.
Rygel: "Beg pardon. How rude. Are
you from there?"
John grabs him by the back of his neck and
hauls him towards the door.
John: "Out."
Rygel grunts and waves his arms: "Wait!
You can't do that!"
John pushes him out through the open
door.
John: "My quarters. My life. My
tv."
Rygel: "This won't..."
He pitches a bowl full of popcorn into Rygels
face. It covers his head and falls off him, onto the
floor.
John: "Your popcorn."
Rygel spits popcorn out of his mouth: "...
bring her back, you know."
John walks away from the door: "No, but it'll
keep you out of my room."
The door swings shut behind him, with a
whoosh.
The voices on the tv continue, in the
background.
John goes to a table and pours some liquid in
a cup. He comms: "Sikozu Shanu."
Sikozu is standing by a console, working some
controls. She comms back: "No."
John: "Nothing?"
Sikozu: "A reasonable interpretation of the
word 'no'."
John: "Katrazi. It's the name of a
place. A place where they took Aeryn."
On the tv screen, Aeryn, in her PK garb, is
standing next to a sandy-haired teenaged boy who is wearing a football
jersey. They are in front of a decorated Christmas
tree.
Sikozu: "As stupid as you must think them, the
Scarrans have managed to build one of the most extensive empires in the
galaxy."
John takes a drink from his
cup.
Sikozu: "In part... and I shall repeat this
because it does not seem to sink in... by
not
advertising the location of their secret
bases."
John: "Are you asking the right
people?"
Sikozu: "And who would
they
be?"
John: "Are you asking in
Scarran?"
Sikozu: "Of course I am, you
raskreeta
!"
John: "I know what that means, and I love you
too."
Sikozu: "Well, you've earned it. Bother
me one more time and you can come down here and do this for
yourself."
John picks up the tv remote control and points
it at the screen. The voice from the tv gets
louder.
R. Wilson Monroe: "When we come back, we will
meet Officer Aeryn Sun, rumored within many circles to be John Crichton's
lover."
Monroe walks back to the framed screen where
the show started. It is showing the a video of Aeryn. She is
wearing a dress and talking quietly.
John looks at the tv and drinks from his
cup.
Monroe: "This alien, who looks remarkably
human, will reveal a side of herself that you may find
disturbing."
The camera zooms in tightly on Aeryn's
face.
Aeryn: "Well, I look like your people,
so..."
She continues talking, but
the hosts voice is interposed over hers.
Monroe: "Please stay with
us as "Alien Visitation" continues."
END OF PROLOGUE
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ACT ONE
R Wilson Monroe, wearing khaki pants, a sport
jacket and a white shirt, open at the throat is sitting on a stage facing
Aeryn. She is also seated, slightly facing him and she is wearing
her black leather outfit. Her hair is down, long and
straight.
Aeryn: "Earth... is under... no threat from
the Peacekeepers."
Monroe: "But, you
said..."
Aeryn interrupts him: "Look. If... if
you were to make.. a pact with an enemy, then,
perhaps."
John sits in front of the tv, watching.
His face is relected on the screen, behind Aeryn.
Monroe: "So... the possibility exists that
your people one day would attack?"
Aeryn sighs, then laughs: "Why are you so...
determined to twist this into something it's not?"
Monroe: "Because, Officer Sun, you are an
admitted soldier in, what is to us, an alien army. You look
human. Indistinquishable to the naked eye. How are we to know
that there aren't thousands of your people roaming our planet, preparing
our destruction?"
Aeryn: "Surely John Crichton has explained
this to you all already."
Monroe: "Well, we need to hear it from
you."
Aeryn: "Hear what? That Earth is
sacrosanct? That your perfect isolation can somehow be
restored? Is that it? Look, from what I know of the
Peacekeepers... and of anyone else, for that matter... they couldn't care
less about this planet. You're not a threat. Technologically
speaking, you're not even a potential... ally, so..." She sighs:
"...if someone wanted to enslave you, if they wanted to destroy you, could
it be done? Well, quite simply, yes."
She
shrugs and smiles.
Monroe, in suit and tie, steps towards the
camera.
Monroe: "The reason you have not seen that
interview before is because it was held back... after requests from both
our own government and the United Nations Secretary-General.
Tonight, we have our first look at over one hundred and twenty hours of
previously unseen videotape on the aliens. Tonight, you have he
chance to see portions of this material, along with comments from various
experts and leaders. But first, I'm joined by the remarkable young
man who was fortunate enough to be in the right place at the right time
with... and this is always helpful... the right connections. Bobby
Coleman, John Crichton's nephew.
A dark-haired teenage boy dressed in a blue
dress shirt and khaki pants comes onto the stage and shakes R Wilson
Monroe's hand.
Monroe: "Welcome,
Bobby."
Bobby: "Good to be
here."
Monroe: "Tell me, how did you and that camera
manage to get all this remarkable footage?"
Monroe sits down in a chair. Bobby is
already seated.
Bobby: "Well, when my Uncle got back to
Earth... my mom's Uncle John's older sister... we flew down to Florida and
I got to stay on for a couple of weeks with my Aunt Olivia, my Grandpa and
the aliens."
Monroe: "And the aliens didn't mind you
videotaping them?"
Bobby: "No. It was pretty
cool."
Monroe: "How did you find them,
Bobby?"
Bobby: "They're normal. Just like you
and me."
He fiddles with the video
camera he has strapped to his palm, tapping it with his other
hand.
Monroe: "Normal... I, uh, but clearly
alien."
Bobby: "Yah. Some more than
others."
Monroe: "You spent many days in their
company. Did you ever feel threatened?"
Bobby: "No."
Monroe: "Did you ever get a sense that there
was a conspiracy between them?"
Bobby: "No way."
Monroe: "So... why did you and your family
wait so long to make these tapes public?"
Bobby: "Well, we thought about it for a long
time and with all these weird accusations starting to surface, we decided
that it was best to help everyone not be afraid."
A videotape of D'Argo starts to play. He
is sitting outside with trees and water behind him.
D'Argo: "I've seen lots of your movies.
And, in every film, the aliens are always evil and Earth always is
victorious."
Bobby: "You mean we have to learn there are
good aliens?"
The camera pans in on D'Argo: "No. I
mean you have to learn you won't always win."
The video of D'Argo shrinks and is over-ridden
by a man who is talking in an excited manner. His hair is sticking
out all over his head, he wears glasses, and he waves his arms and pounds
his fist into his palm as he talks. There is a text-box infront of
him, naming him as:
Dr. Garrett Hamilton,
Anthropologist, University of Michigan
Dr. Hamilton
: "This
is a watershed moment in human history. The equivalent of a huge
meteor smashing Earth during dinosaur times. Will we bend under the
sudden weight of it or respond and flourish?"
The video of D'Argo continues quietly in the
background.
The video switches to a scene in a
kitchen. A dark-haired Bobby is standing and listening to Aeryn
talk. She is wearing a long-sleeved dress and is standing in front
of a counter that is covered with kitchen utensils, some celery, a jar of
mayonaise, etc.
Aeryn: "You can't even fully accept us, and
we're the nice aliens. You know, what about some of the next ones
that come down through the wormhole?" She picks up half a sandwich
and takes a bite out of it.
A different man appears beside the video and
starts speaking. He is bald-headed and has lots of wrinkles on his
face. A text-box identifies him as:
Dr. Jason Fletcher, President, International
Society of Sociology
Dr. Fletcher
: "My
biggest fear, exacerbated in part by these tapes, is that the fabric of
our society may come under an assault it is not yet prepared to
withstand."
The video camera zooms in on Sikozu's
face. She is inside and there are some books on shelves in the
background.
Sikozu: "The political complications that may
arise from a simple wormhole floating in your atmosphere will devastate a
planet that is still in the throes of intraspecies
chaos!"
T
he camera moves back, away,
and shoots Sikozu sitting down, examining a book she holds in her
lap. There is a tall pile of books on another chair beside
her.
A woman commentator appears. She is an
older woman with short brown hair. She wearsa khaki suit and white
blouse with a wide white collar. The text-box says she
is:
Dr. Edith Anderson,
Psychologist & Author of "What Makes Us Tick: A Study Of
Evil".
Dr. Anderson
: "I'm
particularly concerned with the effects of another alien visitation on
society in general. Since they've left, there's been a seven hundred
percent increase in panic and anxiety attacks."
The video switches to Rygel. He is
sitting at a table, eating. His face and hands are smeared with what
appears to be pumpkin pie and whipped cream.
Rygel: "If Earth is remembered at all, it will
most likely be for the quality of its manual
labor."
Monroe: "In culling through the staggering
amount of candid material recorded on young Bobby Coleman's tapes, there
was one alien visitor in particular who never failed to elicit extreme
curiosity among staffers here at the network. General Ka
D'Argo."
The video shows the inside of LoLah, D'Argo's
ship.
LoLah: "Power systems at your command, Ka
D'Argo."
Bobby: "Your ship is so
cool."
D'Argo: "It's a
weapon."
Bobby swings the video camera around wildly,
shooting all the lights and controls. D'Argo is sitting
down.
Bobby: "Yah."
D'Argo: "It kills
people."
Bobby: "Whoa! Like monsters and
stuff?"
D'Argo: "Yes, sometimes. But, sometimes
just, uh... kills those who are in the wrong place at the wrong
time."
Bobby: "You said you'd show me what it could
do."
D'Argo sighs: "Alright. Give me
that. Come on."
Bobby: "You know how to work
it?"
D'Argo: "Look, I've flown this through a
wormhole. I'm sure I'll be able to work it
out."
LoLah: "Telemetry functions at your
command."
The targeting goggles lower infront of
Bobby. He leans towards it.
Bobby: "So, I look through this and what am I
gonna...?"
D'Argo: "It's a recording captured through my
targeting array."
Bobby: "Whoa! It's just that... it
just... disappeared."
D'Argo: "It's a rogue Leviathan. It
tried to kill us and we had to destroy it."
Bobby turns away from the goggles and looks at
D'Argo
: "Could you... I mean, could we... stop you
if you tried to attack us?"
D'Argo: "With your current defenses?
No."
Th
ere is a new
commentator. A middle-aged man in a sports jacket, wearing a turtle
neck sweater underneath. He has his arms crossed on his chest.
A text-box identifies him as:
Major General Stephen
Walcott, USMC, Ret.
General Walcott
: "The
most frightening aspect of this Pandora's box we've opened is, he may be
right. Huh... from what I've heard, his ship has our best and
brightest utterly perplexed."
The commentator changes to Dr.
Anderson.
Dr. Anderson:
"By
indicating that our current defenses could not contain him, General D'Argo
is performing an act of psychological terror."
Dr Anderson continues her comments, but the
tape begins to squeak as it fast-forwards.
John is holding the remote pointed at the tv,
pressing a button. D'Argo walks up to John's door and looks in,
watching him.
Voice of D'Argo: "Yah, I think it's
time. We're leaving now."
Bobby: "You're leaving?
Why?"
D'Argo is still seated in LoLah. Bobby
has the camera back and is taping him.
D'Argo: " Well, because there are some people
here... some very powerful people... who don't appreciate what we're
doing."
Bobby: "They're kicking you
out."
D'Argo: "No. But they're making it very
difficult for us to continue down here."
The tape makes squeaking sounds
again.
John presses the fast-forward button.
After a few microts, he lets it go.
Voice of D'Argo: "It might be a bit dramatic
for one Luxan, but, uh, I dan do enough damage to your world to change it
forever."
D'Argo opens the door and comes in. He
walks quickly over to the tv. John rests the remote on his
forhead.
D'Argo: "You know, you really shouldn't be
watching this. Here's a tape you brought back from
Earth."
D'Argo changes the video tape. It shows
a football game with the ball sailing high through the air. The
crowd is cheering.
John: "State wins. No big plays.
Put mine back in."
He stands up by swinging his legs over the
back of the seat. He starts towards the table.
D'Argo: "Katratzi."
John stops in his tracks.
John: "What?"
D'Argo: "We can't find it. Pilot
searched every frequency, every..."
John: "No. The Scarrans have Aeryn in a
box, D'Argo."
D'Argo: "I know."
John: "Katratzi. Katratzi... why do I
know that name?"
D'Argo: "Sikozu heard the Scarrans say it as
they were arresting Comandant Grayza."
John: "No, from before. You know it
too."
D'Argo: "You're confused."
John: "No... I'm not. Why do I know that
name?"
D'Argo: "No! You're not getting enough
sleep and you're watching
too
much
of this."
John: "They hate you
guys."
D'Argo: "Well, I liked it
there."
John: "You see the show?"
D'Argo: "No."
John: "You should. It's
educational. They're not ready."
D'Argo: "We should move on. Inquire at
nearby planets."
John shakes his head and waves off D'Argo:
"No, no, no, no. They won't know. I know. No, I know, I
know, I know." He keeps waving his hand. "Just... put my tape
back in." He points at the tv.
D'Argo changes the tape.
"The change in John
is..."
The speaker is Olivia Crichton, John's
sister. The video shows John clowning around with some
photographs.
Olivia:
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"...he's even more thoughtful than he was. He studies
everything keenly before deciding what to do."
A sandy-haired Bobby speaks into the video
camera
.
Bobby: "I'm here with I... IASA Commander John
Crichton, te first and only human to boldly go where no man has gone
before."
He turns the camera towards John, who is
sitting on a stairway, looking at a photo album
.
Bobby: "You spent over three years in deepest,
darkest space..."
John leans his head on a hand, propped up on a
stair, while Bobby talks.
Bobby: "... battling aliens and evil
races. What was the worst part?"
John: "The worst part? Um... was the
complete and utter lack of toilet paper. Seriously?"
He holds up an old black-and-white photo of a
woman
: "Missing family."
He looks at the photo again and puts it back
in the book.
Bobby: "When you got back, what was the most
different about Earth?"
John: "Nothing, Bobby. Earth's pretty
much the same.
Bobby: "Are you
different?"
John stares intently at the
tv.
John pauses for a microt: "Yah, I'm
different."
Bobby: "How?"
John: "Well, things that used to bother me
don't bother me that much anymore. The world seems smaller.
And, I keep waiting for something to happen and I have to remind myself
when it doesn't happen... that that's normal."
Dr. Anderson:
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"Post-traumatic shock syndrome. It's hard to tell without
examining him, but from this little snippet of tape, I'm most concerned
about his constantly waiting for something to happen. This suggests
he's been under enormous and continuous stress."
Sikozu is sitting and tapping the toe of her
boot on a cushion. Chiana walks past the doorway and stops.
She hollers in to Sikozu.
Chiana: "You're supposed to be checking for
this place that they've taken Aeryn."
Sikozu: "No one has heard of
it."
Chiana: "Well, Crichton still thinks that
you're checking."
Sikozu: "He needs to keep believing
that. I've been done for arns. Pilot has double-checked.
No one has heard of it. No one!"
Chiana: "Well, they must be
lying."
Sikozu rolls her eyes: "No, Chiana.
They're not lying."
Chiana: "How can you tell if they're not
lying?" She strides into the room, over to
Sikozu.
Chiana: "You can't tell when I'm
lying!"
Sikozu: "Yes we can. We all
can."
Chiana is standing right next to Sikozu:
"How?"
Sikozu turns and looks at Chiana: "You open
your mouth and words come out of it."
Chiana grabs Sikozu's arm and drags her to her
feet.
Chiana: "Don't
you
lie to Crichton."
Sikozu laughs but keeps moving: "All right,
Chiana."
Chiana follows her: "Keep
checking."
Sikozu pushes Chiana towards the console:
"Alright, I'm done. You try!" She turns and stalks
out.
Chiana stands at the console,
thinking.
END OF ACT ONE
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ACT TWO
The video camera swings around and zooms in on
Noranti's back. She is standing up at a counter, working on
something. She has her hair pulled back, on top, in a sort of
modified beehive, with small braids falling down beside her
face.
Bobby: "What'cha
doin?"
Noranti: "Making rat
poison."
Bobby: "Gonna kill a
few?"
There is a line of clear glass dishes in front
of a cutting board. Noranti is grinding something on a cutting
board.
Noranti: "On the contrary. The rats
asked me to make this so that they can kill some
humans."
Bobby: "Ha, ha."
Noranti looks towards the camera and
chuckles.
Noranti: "Every planet has its indigenous
potions just waiting to be blended and discovered. I'm
playing."
Bobby: "What did you think of South
America?"
John paces back and forth, still watching the
video.
Noranti faces the camera: "Very verdant.
"Uh, green. No green people, though. Now that's a
shame."
Bobby: "I heard a lot of people got freaked
out about your third eye."
Noranti: "Well, uh... it... it.. something
about, uh, witchcraft. They were very fearful. Huh... Rygel's
going down to sort it all out."
Dr. Hamilton starts to talk, over the
video.
Dr. Hamilton
: "I
was in South America when she came through. Many of the "miracles"
she's credited with have yet to unravel under
scrutiny.
The commentator changes to a partially
obscured figure with an electronically distorted (slightly) voice.
It is a short-haired man wearing a suit and white shirt. The
text-box identifies him as:
High Level Administrative
Source, Intelligence Community.
Source
:
"We're fairly certain we know how she... cured the... blind boy in
Brazil."
The video continues to show Noranti speaking
animatedly into the camera.
Dr. Hamilton
: "Why
is it so hard for us to believe that someone from another planet can do
things that we find extraordinary? Isnt she herself extraordinary,
just... by being here?"
Noranti: "I like... that you're always
striving to reach higher. Hoping for a better tomorrow. It's
the quality that first attracted me to your
Uncle."
Bobby: "That humans
dream?"
Noranti: "Yes! You're so ignorant, but you
never give up. Even in the face of insurmountable
odds."
Dr. Fletcher
:
"Listen to what she's saying about us. Humans never give up. Now,
for that to become impressed upon an alien mind, this simple fact that we
would tend to take for granted ourselves, becomes validation that we
eventually will fit in. Never give up."
Noranti: "Ooh! If you like, I can mix
you something to help your voice drop."
Bobby: "No, thanks."
Noranti leans in towards the
camera
: "Watch out for the rats. They go for
the young ones first."
The video wobbles and then switches towards
the open glass doors. There is a rustling sound in the
background.
Olivia Crichton:
"She's
actually really spiritual. You... you should hear her stories about
religions of all the worlds she's visited. Really... an eye
opener. So much cruelty and so much
kindness."
The video now shows Noranti sitting outside at
a table. There is an open book in front of her and several objects
laying around nearby, including a small, silver skull. She folds her
hands and speaks directly to the camera.
Noranti: "What constitutes a good
religion?"
Bobby: "Respect for
life."
Noranti: "Mmm."
Bobby: "Do unto
others."
Noranti: "Mmm mm. Belief in a higher
being?"
Bobby: "Of course.
Noranti: "Hmm.
Hyprocrite."
Bobby: "Me... or
everyone?"
Noranti: "Well, your religions justify killing
and all forms of atrocious behavior."
She picks up a crucifix from the table and
turns it over.
Bobby: "Yah. That's hard to deal
with."
Dr. Fletcher:
"Miss
Noranti is not wrong that we have a history and culture of killing that we
continually attempt to wallpaper with justifications and platitudes.
I see nothing wrong with what she's saying."
Noranti: "See, killing often a part of
life. What's hypocritical is to condemn and then make allowances
when the situation suits."
Bobby: "So... it's okay to
kill?"
Noranti: "Absolutely. Sometimes you
must."
Bobby: "You in some kind of cult? Like a
witch or something?"
Noranti: "Not at the
moment."
She holds the silver skull up beside her face
and smiles.
Another new commentator appears. It is a
white-haired man in a dark suit and tie. He is wearing tinted
glasses. The text-box identifies him as:
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Reverend Nathan Buckley, National Religious
Leader.
Rev. Buckley
: "If
her religion justifies killing then she's not someone I want telling us
what to believe."
The commentator becomes a bald-headed man
dressed in red and gold robes. He is identified as:
Ivan Chanderpaul, Federation of American
Buddhists.
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Ivan:
"There is never an occasion when murder is
allowable. Life is the font of all that we hold with
respect."
The commentator changes again. This time
the speaker is an older gentleman wearing a khaki uniform with a maroon
beret. There is a gold medalion on the front of the beret. He
wears glasses and has a small mustache. He gestures towards the
camera with one hand as he speaks. He is said to be:
General Harwll Zawicki, United Nations Space
Command.
General Zawicki
: "
After she's had to kill somebody, then I'll accept her
pronouncements."
Noranti is fiddling with a pile of cards on
the table in front of her.
Bobby: "Do religions hate each other where you
come from?"
Noranti: "Ohh! Good heavens, no.
Religions are grand, lofty ideals. Religious followers... now that's
a different story."
Bobby: "Wars?"
Noranti:
"Unspeakable."
Bobby: "So we're not so
different."
Noranti: "Hmm. That's nothing to be
proud of."
A new commentator appears to the left of the
video. It is a blonde-haired woman wearing a brown suit and white
blouse, open at the throat. She looks like the person who was dating
John Crichton, named Caroline, but here she is identified as:
Dr. Jayne O'Connor, Criminal Psychologist,
Duke University.
Dr. O'Connor
: "This
is a dangerous woman. She effortlessly twists her simple logic into
something that is almost believable until you look deeper and it
unravels. Not the kind of personality you would want running around
unchecked."
The picture switches back to the host, R
Wilson Monroe.
Monroe: "Sometimes it's hard to remember that
just a few short months ago..."
The video flashes with white lines and squeaks
as it fast-forwards.
John sits and points the remote control at the
tv set. He lets go of the button and slowly lowers it to his lap, as
Aeryn begins speaking.
Aeryn: "Well, what you have to understand is
while cultures and civilizations may vary wildly from socially primitive
to hyper-mechanized, there is still a uniformity in the way that people
conduct their lives."
She is sitting on a stage, partially facing R.
Wilson.
Monroe: "You're saying wherever you go in the
Universe... we're all the same?"
Aeryn: "Essentially, yes. In that way,
Earth is no different from other planets."
Monroe: "Other species, from different worlds,
uh... do they have relationships, marriage,
children?"
Aeryn: "Most definately. There are
limits. The genetic patterns would have to support such a
union."
Monroe: "And could a Sebacean, such as
yourself, procreate with a human male?"
Aeryn's mouth opens and she stares at Monroe
in shock.
The video squeaks and
rewinds.
Monroe: "And could a Sebacean such as yourself
procreate with a human male?"
Aeryn's mouth opens and she stares at
Monroe. She takes a breath and tilts her head, blinking her
eyes.
Monroe: "Officer Sun?"
Aeryn opens and closes her mouth, but no sound
comes out. R Wilson leans in towards her.
John stares intently at the tv screen and
Aeryn's image.
There is a flash of light and Aeryn turns toward John. Her
voice sounds hollow.
Aeryn: "I believe Katratzi to be some sort of base. Highly
guarded."
John blinks. He rewinds the tape
again.
R Wilson Monroe leans forwards:
"Officer Sun?"
Aeryn: "Uh... uh... uh."
She tilts her head and blinks.
"Yes, I was just thinking. Well...
there's no way to be sure at this point. However, our physiologies
do appear to be very similar."
Monroe: "Remarkably so, in
fact."
Aeryn nods several times.
The video returns to R Wilson standing in
front of the "Alien Visitation" backdrop.
John continues to stare at the
tape.
Monroe: "Was Officer Sun's hesitation at my
question an honest moment of introspection... or was it something
more? These are now the issues we grapple with. How much to
trust? How open do we allow ourselves to become? Do we view an
alien commingling of our gene pool as a favroable step towards integration
into a larger community, or as a threat?"
The video shows Aeryn in the kitchen.
She is preparing a sandwich. Bobby walks into the picture and joins
her at the counter.
Ivan Chanderpaul
:
"Well, one can only hope that a union between those of Earth and elsewhere
is possible. Such marriages will foster bonds of family and generate
trust between disparate peoples."
Dr. Anderson
: "If
you thought children of race-mixed parents took abuse at the hands of
other children, wait until one is born with
tentacles!"
Olivia Crichton laughs:
"Seriously now, what is the big deal? Firstly, I do not believe
Aeryn's pregnant with John's baby and, secondly, if she
was..."
Olivia shrugs.
The video now shows John at a workbench aboard
Moya. The camera is looking between some kind of struts. Bobby
speaks quietly: "
Am I going to get in
trouble for taping this."
John: "Well, not of the physical kind.
no."
Olivia walks into the bay behind
John.
Olivia: "You gonna be
okay?"
John: "Yah. I'm gonna be fine. I'm
just never gonna be the same."
Olivia: "Aeryn."
John: "Stop that."
Olivia: "Remember when you tried to hide that
crush on..."
John: "Stop it."
Olivia: "Jill... what was her
name?"
John: Stop it! Steiner. Her name
was Steiner. What's my tell?"
Olivia: "Your lips. When you see Aeryn,
they soften just a bit."
John: "She has a word for us. It's
called 'yesterday'."
Olivia: "Yah...
right."
John: "She have a
tell?"
Olivia: "Yah."
John: "What is it?"
Olivia: "Her eyes. She's waiting for
you."
John: "Can we talk about something else?
Politics?"
John is still watching the video, but he has
gotten as far away from it as he can and still be in the room. He
has his back to the open lattice of his doorway. Chiana quietly
comes up to the door. She leans against the lattice first, then
reaches out and takes hold of John's hand.
Dr. Hamilton:
"I, for
one, like the idea that we're not alone. So why not go all the
way? Become part of the cultural fabric of the new world in which
we'll live? If they're in love... they're in love."
He spreads his arms out and
shrugs.
John feels Chiana's hand with his
finger. They both watch the tv.
John: "You know this word...
Katratzi."
Chiana: "No."
John: "That wasn't a question. You heard
it... with me."
Chiana: "Only from
Sikozu."
John: "No. With me."
Chiana: "No."
The video continues...
Olivia: "That's so sweet. You didn't
have to."
Aeryn: "Under the
tree?"
Olivia: "Yah.
Absolutely."
Aeryn looks at the camera as she walks by:
"Hi Bobby."
She places some presents under the Christmas tree.
Bobby: "
Is
there one for me?"
Olivia:
"Bobby..."
Aeryn:
"
No, actually... um, your's is so big that it
wouldn't fit under the tree."
Bobby:
"Cool. Cause I got you one
too.
"
Chiana: "When do you give
up?"
John: "I don't."
Chiana: "Well, you got to give up
sometime."
John: "No. I don't."
Bobby:
"Hey,
Aunt Olivia, can you shoot me and Aeryn
together?"
Olivia is sitting on the floor by the
couch. She mugs for the camera.
Olivia:
"Actually, I was just thinking about shooting
you."
There is some noise and shuffling as the
camera changes hands. The sandy-haired Bobby, wearing a football
jersey stands in front of the Christmas tree and Aeryn straightens up and
stands beside him.
Bobby awkwardly puts an arm across Aeryn's
back:
"I'm like the coolest kid in school 'cause of
you guys."
Aeryn:
"Oh,
I'm sure you were pretty cool before."
Olivia:
"Okay... I was about to make some..."
The video continues.
Chiana: "Well, where do we find
her."
John: "We find her."
Chiana takes a deep breath: "You could go back
to Earth."
Olivia:
"Bobby!"
Aeryn:
"It's
all right."
John: "Not without Aeryn."
The video shows Aeryn sitting down, from the
neck down. Bobby sits down beside her.
Aeryn:
"When
you're born into military service the way I was, it's deemed best to not
have any ties to anyone but your unit."
There is a noise as Bobby stands up and
adjusts the camera. It now points at Aeryn's
face.
Bobby:
"No
brothers or sisters? Aunts or Uncles?"
He
backs up and sits down next to Aeryn again.
Aeryn:
No."
Bobby:
"Didn't
you miss that?"
Aeryn:
"Only
once I was exposed to it."
Chiana: "They don't like her there. They
don't like any of us."
John tilts his head and looks at
her.
Monroe:
"...
footage you're about to see is simply intended as
..."
John: "You watch too much
tv."
Monroe:
"...
fuel the discussions that will..."
Chiana whispers: "Yep."
Monroe:
"...ultimately decide the direction we take as a species.
I'll be back shortly. Please enjoy."
The
music begins to play again.
John: "Bet this summabitch wins an
Emmy."
END OF ACT TWO
___________________________________________________________________________
ACT THREE
The video continues.
Monroe: "Amidst all the readily identifiable
dissimilarities between our human race and the alien visitors we've been
learning about, occaionally on these startling videotapes, we come upon a
moment that seeminly unites us in spirit across endless chasms of
space."
Chiana is sitting on her heels, among some
bushes. She is holding something in her hands and talking to
it.
Chiana: "It's okay. It's okay."
She inhales: "It's okay."
The camera comes around the bush, showing
Chiana's face.
Bobby: "Is that a dead
rat?"
Chiana: "Mm. He was my friend."
She sniffles.
"We... we... we were just playin."
She
groans.
"He just stopped outside
the kitchen to eat something and just..."
She
pets the body and covers it with her sweater and glove. She leans
over and kisses it on the head:
"It's okay."
She hugs it to her chest.
Olivia Crichton:
"The
more time you spend with Chiana... and the others, the more you realize,
with incredible joy and relief, that we've not that
dissimilar."
The video shows D'Argo standing outside on a
deck or porch, looking out over the water.
Bobby: "What are you
doing?"
D'Argo: "I am absorbing
beauty."
Bobby: "You like
Earth?"
D'Argo: "I didn't think I did at first, but
I'm... uh, beginning to realize it's one of the better places I've
visited. It reminds me of my own planet about ten thousand cycles
ago. It was meant to be undisciplined and
adventurous."
Dr. Fletcher:
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"Imagine. Think of how we view ourselves. A
sophisticated culture, growing, evolving. Then look how he view
us... undisciplined and adventurous. As time goes on, I predict
we'll be forced to realign every concept by which we judge
ourselves."
Bobby: "They say you're a great
warrior."
D'Argo: "That's an accident of birth.
There are better things to do with your life."
Bobby: "Ever kill anyone with your
tongue?"
D'Argo takes a step and the camera backs
up. He keeps coming towards the camera and Bobby keeps backing away
until there is a door frame between them.
D'Argo: "Bobby... my tongue contains adaptive
venom. The victim takes in only enough to lose consciousness.
No one dies."
Bobby: "Can I see it?"
D'Argo: "No."
Another new commentator. A middle-aged
man wearing a camel colored sport coat, checked shirt and a tie. He
is identified as:
Dr. Adrian Walker,
Xenobiologist.
Dr Walker:
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"Look... you see only differences... tentacles, a tongue with
venom. Everything about him screams 'ALIEN'. Now... close your
eyes. Listen. General Kar D'Argo could easily be you or
me."
Bobby: "I thought you were great on
Letterman."
D'Argo stands up and fiddles with his tunic:
"Yah. Thanks, um... yah... I thought everyone was laughing with me,
so..."
The video stops and returns to R Wilson Monroe
standing in front of the logo.
Monroe: "For every instant when we may be
lulled into accepting these alien visitors as perhaps nothing more than
peculiar-looking versions of people we know here on Earth, there comes
another moment on these startling videotapes that seemingly shatters any
illusion of potential coexistence."
D'Argo is striding down a corridor in
Moya. The camera follows him.
Bobby: "Please."
D'Argo turns his head while still walking:
"No."
Bobby: "Why not?"
D'Argo stops and turns back: "For the same
reasons that I've been saying to you ad nauseum. Why is it so
important?"
Bobby: "Because I like stuff like that.
It's cool. Tell me it's not cool."
D'Argo hesitates, then finally relents: "It's
cool. Cool." He shakes his head. "All right, now you
promise not to tell anyone?"
Bobby: "I promise."
D'Argo: "Okay. All right, turn the
camera off."
Bobby sets the still running camera on the
floor: "Okay. It's off."
D'Argo: "All right, you
ready?"
D'Argo hisses and his tongue shoots out.
Bobby grunts and hits the floor with a thud. The camera tilts to
show just D'Argo's boots.
D'Argo taps his toe on the floor a couple of
times, then hurries down the corridor.
D'Argo comms: "Uh... uh, Noranti! Could
you get down here?"
The previous bit of tape reruns in the
background, behind the commentators.
Dr. Anderson:
"I
would have to say that we need to prevent these sorts of encounters from
happening outside a research facility."
Ivan Chanderpaul:
"Every
experience is a learning experience. The boy did not die, he is
wiser."
Dr. Anderson:
"The
aliens cannot have the run of our planet until we know more about their
psychology."
The tape shows Chiana standing in front of a
mirror, wearing a bathtowel, carrying a lipstick. She has various
blobs and colors of makeup on her face and body.
Chiana: "What is this...
for?"
Bobby: "Um... your lips. I ask because
my Grandfather says you're a great bellwether on who we are as a
species."
Chiana takes a big bite out of the lipstick
and chews it up.
Chiana: "Bull... wether. Do males... do
males put these on their faces?"
Bobby: "Uh... in my family? Only a
second cousin no one talks about."
Chiana: "Waste."
She
takes the flat of her hand and rubs the lipstick on the top of her
head.
Bobby: "Make-up?"
Chiana gestures at the sink where all the
makeup is spread out: "Why... why are there so many colors?" She
holds up a compact of eye-shadows.
Ivan Chanderpaul:
"One
must look past the physical and see the spiritual side. She condemns
materialism and waste... a highly evolved
outlook."
Another new commentator, a man with blonde,
curly hair (who looks remarkably like Brian Henson <BG>) He is
wearing a dark shirt and tie. His text-box identifies him as:
Dr. Edmund Johnston, Professor of Cognitive
Behaviorism, Stanford University
Dr. Johnston:
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"Remembering for a moment her otherworldly origins, Chiana's
perspective is consistent, well-thought-out and, in my view,
correct."
Chiana goes further into the
bathroom.
Chiana: "I've seen water rooms like
this..."
She laughs.
"...that have... that have two toilets... two
showers... a sink and a tub... and a bubbling tub... bubbling."
Chiana and Rygel sit and watch the video
together.
She sighs: "How many places do you need water
to come from? You can wash up in the
toilet."
Bobby: "Aww, no way!"
Chiana scoops some water out of the toilet and
rubs it on her face: "See? It's clean."
Bobby: "Uggh." He
shudders.
Chiana looks up at him as the camera zooms in
on her face: "What are you looking at?"
Dr. Anderson:
"What
we're seeing is a very young, disturbed alien
girl."
Dr. Hamilton:
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"Clearly a passionate, though troubled young
lady."
The next commentator is dressed in the garb of
the Catholic Church. The text-box identifies him as:
Bishop Mervyn Vosko
Bishop Vosko:
"This
young woman should not be allowed near any impressionable child. She
is clearly dangerous, troubled and a bad
influence."
Dr. Anderson:
"I defy
anyone..."
Chiana presses a button the remote and turns
the tv off.
Rygel takes a deep breath and sighs: "I'm sick
of this popcorn. I'm sick of those humans."
Chiana: " I just feel sorry for
Crichton. Noranti gave me this stuff... that'll help 'im sleep. You
think I should go find him?"
Rygel: "No. Give it to
me."
Chiana sticks three fingers into the
container: "Okay, ready?" She blows on her fingers and some dust
flies into Rygel's face.
Rygel inhales: "Hmm. Feel sorry for
Aeryn. He'll get over it."
Chiana: "I don't think he will, Ryg."
She reaches out and rubs the back of his neck: "You know, no matter how
long it takes, I don't think he'll lose hope."
John sits, thinking.
John hears Aeryn's voice. It sounds hollow.
Aeryn: "I believe Katratzi to be some sort of
base."
There is a flash... John sees Aeryn's face.
Aeryn: "Highly guarded."
There are two more flashes.
Aeryn: "They wouldn't have taken Grayza anywhere less
secure."
There are two more flashes...
The video shows a console tv set. Rygel
is sitting in front of it, surrounded by tables and plates of junk
food.
Bobby: "Who's
winning?"
Rygel: "Me."
Bobby: "I mean the
game."
Rygel: "Who cares?"
Bobby: "You sure got yourself a lot of junk
food."
The camera pans around the room, showing the
piles of goodies Rygel is eating from.
Rygel: "Too bad. Get your
own."
Bobby: "What do you like best on
Earth?"
Rygel: "Sugar. Anything with
sugar."
Bobby: "Don't you have sugar where you come
from?"
Rygel: "Yes, but it's used as a poison.
Here, you can get it everywhere!" He laughs.
Bobby: "What else do you
like?"
Rygel: "Uhh... grease... fat... love these
things."
The camera zeroes in on a plate of hamburgers
and buns.
Dr. Fletcher laughs:
"I know
you'll think I'm joking, but he seems to understand our culture better
than we're willing to admit. As an outsider, his views are a
prismatic tool for us to perhaps... examine
ourselves."
Bobby: "So, all in all, you could live
here."
Rygel: "As long as I get to keep my
slaves."
Bobby: "They're servants. They get
paid. You don't own them."
Rygel: "What? You're kidding. They
come running when I call."
Bobby: "The government wants you to feel at
home."
Rygel: "Then give me
slaves."
Bobby: "Okay, besides eating, what's your
favorite thing to do?"
Rygel: "Uh... gamble. You can do it over
the phone. You can call females, too. 1-900-SLUT
GIRL."
A young woman commentator appears. She
has dark, curly hair and is identified as:
Alana
Lichtenstein, Outside Counsel, Immigration and Naturalization
Service
Ms Lichtenstein:
"I was
priviledged to have interviewed the Dominar during his visit.
Despite what I'm sure many viewers are thinking, this is the ruler of over
six hundred billion subjects. He must be doing something
right."
Monroe: "A little known fact about this, the
biggest story of the new millenium. There is at least one person who
makes a credible claim that our alien visitors have been here
before. In 1985, to be exact, mere months befor the Challenger Space
Shuttle disaster.
A photo of the Sheriff who investigated the
crew when they came to Earth in "Kansas" is shown to the left of
Monroe.
Monroe: "We welcome Robert Shelmacher, former
Sheriff of Orlando."
A man who looks like an older version of the
Sheriff is sitting across from R Wilson Monroe. He is wearing orange
pants, a tan sport coat and a white shirt, no tie. There is
something sitting on the floor beside him.
Schelmacher: "Still Sheriff. Always
Sheriff. No alien's gonna run me off my
job."
Monroe laughs and nods: "Okay, Sheriff.
Suppose you start by telling us what happened... down in Florida back in
1985."
Schelmacher: "They were here. All of
'em."
Monroe: "Umm."
Schelmacher: "Ears... tentacles...
Cher."
Monroe: "Cher?"
Schelmacher: "Cher. And this one."
He holds up the object from the floor.
It is a gourd with straw stuck out of the top and mouth and eyes carved
into it, looking slightly like Rygel.
Schelmacher: "Their
leader."
A photo of the Sheriff's hands hold the gourd
shows beside Monroe.
Monroe: "We're all aware of the troubled among
us...attention seekers and outright criminals who have attempted to
fabricate stories and cash in on this alien visitation. In the
Sheriff's defense, way back in 1985, he filed a report with the FBI,
giving what we now realize are fairly accurate descriptions of General
D'Argo, Noranti, Officer Sun and Dominar Rygel." He smiles: "The
files remain sealed, and no one in government will speak of their contents
on the record. Can you tell us what you remember of that time,
Sheriff?"
Schelmacher: "First they kidnapped our
astronaut... the young Crichton. Then they sabotaged our space
shuttle program. They set it back. They grounded us.
Next came the truly most insidious part and that was installing tiny
microchips in each of our brains. Oh.." He reaches down beside
his chair and picks up a baseball cap lined with tin foil. He points
to the foil: "... but that keeps the signals out."
Monroe: "And... uh, what do you think the
signals are telling us?"
Schelmacher: "Eat... fatty... foods." He
points to the gourd he has on his lap. "You see this puny little
alien talking about fat. That's our
downfall."
Monroe: "In what way,
Sheriff?"
Schelmacher: "Come on, man, catch on to
this. We get fat, we can't move, they defeat us. It's that
easy to take over a world."
Monroe: "You've spent a portion of the last
eighteen years in an institution, have you not?"
Schelmacher: "Well, most of it. So
what? I saw them. They were here. And I know their
plan. But, look at me... lean! Undefeatable!"
He stands up and holds his coat open, showing
his torso.
Monroe: "Yes... now, whatever you believe,
there is credible evidence that we..."
Schelmacher:
"Vegetables!"
Monroe: "... we have been visited by there
same aliens..."
Schelmacher: "Fruit!"
Monroe: "... in the
past."
Schelmacher: "No saturated
fat."
Monroe: "The task will now be to find out
why. Thank you, Sheriff. There's more. We'll be
back."
END OF ACT THREE
__________________________________________________________________________
ACT FOUR
The video shows Chiana in a black dress,
dancing around on a deck.
Chiana: "You wanta
dance?"
Bobby: "I'm not very
good."
Chiana: "Oh, come on." She bounces to
the music: "... and drivin... and drivin... and reverse... reverse."
She laughs. She dances some more, breathing heavily. "Bobby,
what do you think of sex?"
Bobby: "Uh... what?"
Chiana tosses her hair with her hands:
"Sex."
Bobby: "Why are you asking
me?"
Chiana: "Oh, just
curious."
Bobby: "I... haven't had it
yet."
Chiana: "What!? You haven't had
it?" She stops dancing and leans towards the camera.
"Are you serious? How old are you?"
Bobby: "Thirteen."
Chiana: "Thirteen. Well, what are you
waiting for?"
Bobby: "It's against the
law."
Chiana: "To have sex?"
Bobby: "At thirteen."
Chiana: "Wow! Well, that's
frelled. Who cares when you have it?"
Bobby: "My mom.."
Chiana: "Okay. So... why are all the
little girls wearing all those clothes?"
Bobby: "Because they see it on the tv and in
the magazines."
Chiana: "But somebody... sold them the
clothes, so somebody... wants them to have sex."
Bobby: "I never thought of it like
that."
Chiana laughs and starts dancing
again.
Ivan Chanderpaul laughs:
"Whoo! Oh... there is an innocence about her
that is wonderfully contagious."
Bishop Vosko:
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"Outrageous and disgusting. The boy is only thirteen.
Is that what we want our youth exposed to?"
Olivia Crichton:
"Oh...
please. Don't make more out of that than is there. She was not
coming on to Bobby."
Dr. Walker:
"I'm
not a psychologist, but that's rather innocent, hmm? I mean, you get
more juice from 'Dawson's Creek'."
The video goes dark.
Bobby: "Okay, it's working. What did you
want to show me?"
He becomes visible as he walks away from the
stationery camera. He is inside Moya. He
hears...
Sikozu: "Curiosity causes you to look in
unexpected places... and find unexpected rewards."
Her hand appears from somewhere in the struts
on the ceiling. She tosses something small and Bobby catches
it.
Sikozu: "Have a go."
Bobby: "Uh... Uncle John? Commander John
Crichton?"
John comms back: "Bobby? What the hell
are you doing with the comms?"
Bobby: "Uh, Sikozu let me try
it."
Sikozu comes down from the ceiling by walking
down the struts.
Bobby: "Where are
you?"
John: "Australia. I'm workin,
Bobby."
The video replays Sikozu walking down the
strut.
Dr. Walker:
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"Wow! Wow! Wow!"
Dr. Hamilton:
"I met
this young female and had no idea she could defy gravity. I am truly
astounded."
The video shows Sikozu in a kitchen, with a
dog.
Dr. Anderson: "
In my
opinion, there is nothing about the alien Sikozu that is not infused with
anger and disdain. E.T. she is not."
Sikozu walks down a corridor on
Moya.
Sikzou: "Pilot?"
Pilot: "Yes, Sikozu?"
Sikozu: "Do you see any value in us
continuing?"
Pilot: "Despite my strong feelings for Officer
Sun, I'm afraid I do not."
Sikozu: "I'll tell Crichton." She comes
to the outside of John's quarters. He is sitting
inside.
John: "Tell me what?"
Sikozu stands outside his door: "We cannot
find Aeryn. We cannot locate this Katratzi. No one has even
heard the name."
John: "I've heard it. You have heard
it. Someone said it on this ship."
Sikozu: "No, I heard it on the planet where we
left Aeryn."
John gets up and opens the door. He
grabs Sikozu by the arm and drags her into the room. He pushes her
away from himself.
John: "What... are you not telling
me?"
Sikozu: "I'm telling you
everything."
John: "You're lying! You're not telling
me. You know the name Katratzi."
Sikozu starts back across the room, towards
the door. John grabs her and shoves her back.
John: "You have been nothing but lying from
the moment you got on board this ship..."
Sikozu yells: "I do not
know!"
John pulls his pulse pistol and points it at
Sikozu: "... and I will not let Aeryn die!
Katratzi!"
Sikozu: "It is not my providence if she lives
or dies."
John: "Katratzi!"
Sikozu: "It is not my fault if she lives or
dies..."
John: "Katratzi!"
Sikozu: "... and it is not my will if she
lives or dies! Crichton... listen to yourself! Everything
lives and everything dies... whether you wish it to or not, and you have
to deal with it!"
On the video, Sikzou is
humming.
John hears the sound and turns his head to
look.
She is holding up a glass ashtray, turning it
this way and that, admiring the prismatic effect and humming to
herself.
John looks at Sikozu, then back at the video
of her with the ashtry halfway in front of her face.
On the video, Sikozu continues to
hum.
John lowers his pistol and walks away from
Sikozu, towards the tv. She watches him with wide eyes. He
sits down and picks up the remote control. There is a tear running
down his cheek.
The video rewinds past Sikozu kneeling and
holding a dog's face in her hands. It fast-forwards to her humming
and turning the glass ashtray over, looking at it. She holds it up
to one eye, effectively cutting her face in half. The tape
stops...
There is a flash...
John grabs Sikozu/Stark from behind.
John: "Pull yourself together."
Sikozu/Stark: "Let me go... !"
Flash...
John stares at the still video image of Sikozu
with the ashtray in front of half her face.
Flash...
Sikozu/Stark points: "You! You shoot me!"
John turns away from Noranti/Rygel and points his pistol at
Sikozu/Stark.
Sikozu/Stark: "Shoot now!"
John: "Comin back, Stark?"
Sikozu/Stark looks up. There is a bright light.
"Katratzi."
Flash...
John turns and looks at
Sikozu.
Sikozu mouths: "What?"
John looks back at the tv.
Flash...
Aeryn: "I believe Katratzi to be some sort of base. Highly
guarded. They wouldn't have taken Grayza anywhere less
secure."
Flash...
Sikozu/Stark: "Katratzi..."
Flash...
John looks at the tv, then turns his
head. Tears run down his face.
John: "Sorry."
Sikozu just blinks.
John looks back at the tv. His voice
breaks: "That son-of-a-bitch deserves an Emmy."
John turns off the tv and his face goes
dark. He slowly stands up, sniffing. He looks at Sikozu, then
turns and walks away.
Moya rumbles on through
space.
John walks into Pilot's
den.
John: "Pilot. Do you still know the
location of that wormhole to Earth?"
Pilot: "Yes."
John "Could you set a course,
please?"
Pilot: "I'll... have to ask the
Captain."
D'Argo is standing just inside the doorway to
the den. John turns and looks at him.
John: "D'Argo?"
D'Argo: "John."
John: "Aeryn..."
D'Argo: "Wormholes... Earth...
what?"
John: "Look, it's
complicated."
D'Argo whispers: "I understand that."
Speaking normally: "Pilot."
Pilot: "I need not remind you that Moya is now
phobic regarding wormholes."
John: "You don't have to go all the way.
Just get me close enough so that I can make it in my
module."
D'Argo: "John... you are not going back to
Earth."
John: "No, I'm not...It's complicated."
He looks at D'Argo.
Monroe's voice is heard: "We need to maintain
clarity of thought, healthy skepticism, and aggressive
inquisitiveness."
On the video, Monroe is walking in front of
the "Alien Visitation" backdrop.
Monroe: "To that end, we at this network call
upon the government to release all files pertaining to Officer
Schelmacher's allegations of past visitation, and any other related
matter. When the aliens return... and they will... we also urge an
aggressive quarantine until the true nature of their presence is
ascertained. Recall that the same extraterrestrials we behold with
wonder as they learn our language and dance to our music, also bear
weapons as well as potential illness which could destroy us. Alien
visitation is a reality. They've been here once and we seem to have
dodged the bullet. The truth is... can we be as certain the next
time?"
He sits down.
Monroe: "I thank you for being with us.
There will be more in the days and weeks ahead. But, for now, from
New York, this is R Wilson Monroe saying 'Good
night'."
The lights go out on the
stage.
END OF ACT FOUR
___________________________________________________________________________
EPILOGUE
Scorpius is lying flat on his back on his
bunk. John stands outside his doorway.
John: "You set me up."
Scorpius turns his head to face the
door.
John: "Not that I care." He reaches up
and touches the control that opens the cell door.
John walks slowly into the room. "I
don't care... 'bout much." He keeps walking towards the bunk,
looking down at Scorpius.
John: "War... death... and wormholes. I
don't care about the things you care about. Peacekeepers rule the
Scarrans. Scarrans rule the Peacekeepers. Let them rule
together. Put your ass in a cage."
Scorpius just lies there, his eyes barely
slits.
John: "I care... about one thing.
One. God..." He looks away from Scorpius: "... have mercy on
my soul." John looks upwards, then slowly kneels beside Scorpius'
bunk.
John: "I think... I'm gonna to need your help,
Mister Scarran half-breed, to get Aeryn back. Help me get her....
and I will give you wormholes."
Scorpius opens his eyes slightly and turns his
head towards John.
John: "I have an idea of how to find the
Scarran base. Aeryn... for wormholes. That's the
deal."
John stands up slowly, not taking his eyes off
Scorpius. He begins to back away from the bunk. Scorpius sits
up, on the side of the bunk. He turns his head and looks after
John.
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