Episode Report Card Jacob: A+ | 2 USERS: A+ YOU GRADE IT Agnus Dei
By Jacob | Season 2 | Episode 22 | Aired on 2001.01.26
Even Grunchlk and Rygel sit quietly, razed. "The ship you wanted will be on its way here shortly," Grunchlk offers, and Rygel thanks him. "Service paid, service rendered, I guess. Too bad, ay?" Yes. "But that's life," Rygel hums, dejectedly. "Yeah."
"This section?" Aeryn in love, Aeryn and John; Aeryn knocking him to the ground in Moya's cells, helmet gone; Aeryn kissing him, Aeryn triumphant, Aeryn smiling. Radiant. John's eyes snap open like a blade going through. "Keep this?" John closes his eyes again.
Jothee attempts to console Chiana; he's well hot, but there's nothing you can do. "It's too bad we don't get to spend more time together," says Jothee. "My whole life I never stayed in one place long enough to...build any real relationships." And Chiana? "I always stay too long." Think about that for a second; to be unwelcome everywhere you go, just for being yourself. Literally, among her people, but then everywhere else too. Continually fucking up, hurting the people that you love, and never quite understanding how it happens. How it's happening, right now, under D'Argo's eyes. There's a downside to innocence. "I always stay too long." The things she does to herself without admitting she has any agency at all. Their heads are bowed; Chiana leans against him, forehead to forehead. Jothee leans in to kiss her, and Chiana pulls back at the last second -- is she psychic? -- as D'Argo enters. "Jothee? Chiana? Let's stay close. Once we find out about John, we should discuss our future." They agree.
Tocot pulls a memory: a swirling blue-white vortex, Farscape 1 disappearing at the wave, disappearing into wonder. "Whoa! Wormholes! That's it!" Tocot whistles and bleeps: "Good job...from you?" John laughs, manic now, broken. Tocot's confused: "I should desist?" There's no way for him to know what he's asking, how many things he just said. A failure of language. John nearly grins: "No frellin' way."
Grunchlk runs through a corridor in the facility, in a deadly hurry. You get to think for a second it's good news. It's that second that starts up all the crying again. A Peacekeeper cadre follows, in full gear. Braca leads them to him.
Tocot draws a tendril out; John abruptly begins speaking gibberish. It's shocking, scary, bizarre. His eyes go wide and after a moment, it subsides. "What the frell was that?"
Four Commandos rush into the vault, flanking Braca: "Return to the Marauder. Inform Scorpius we've successfully maintained our zero presence profile. Now!"