Episode Report Card Couch Baron: A | 162 USERS: B- YOU GRADE IT Do Not Go Gentle
By Couch Baron | Season 1 | Episode 19 | Aired on 2000.01.07
Gilina discovers Crichton's location, and thinks she might be able to patch into it...
... and we cut to her voice coming over a speaker in Crichton's cell. She instructs him to keep his back to the wall camera, and mentions that she bypassed the audio on the monitoring station. Crichton tells Chiana where he stashed the "tissue gizmo." Hey, that's what I was going to call it! Then I thought that might be dumbing things down too much, but I guess it's no surprise that Crichton came to my rescue on that front. He tells Chiana to get the sample back to Moya. Gilina protests that they have to rescue him, but he's not having that, and further discussion is ended by a noise outside the cell. The door opens, and it's Crais, causing Crichton to giggle. I certainly don't blame him for that one.
Chiana's wondering, out loud but half to herself, how she's going to escape without getting shot down. Gilina is still floored that Crichton isn't going to try to save himself, and asks Chiana if Aeryn really means that much to him. Chiana, sizing up the situation typically quickly and accurately, says that Aeryn is just a shipmate to him, and that Crichton is in love with Gilina. "Why do you think he's staying?" I know I'm probably not in the first million men to say this, but the girl is good. She tells Gilina that once Aeryn's cured, they'll come back with reinforcements and retrieve them both. Probably best not to mention Rygel here. Gilina convinces herself to believe what Chiana's telling her, and gets to work on Chiana's escape.
Crais: "You are dead, Crichton." Crichton's even more off his game than I thought, as he misses the most obvious "then I must be in hell" response. Crais goes on, though, in his most reasonable tone, that he's recaptured Moya, and if Crichton cooperates, he'll spare the prisoners' lives. Crichton plays along for the moment and asks what that would entail, and Scorpius pipes up that Crichton has to stop resisting the Aurora Chair. Crichton complains that that's not a very good option. Crais: "You are not in a very good position." Score one for the insane military commander. No, the other one. Crichton, thinking now, asks if the prisoners are all "in perfect health," and Crais agrees that is the case. Crichton: "Fetch the comfy chair." Hee, sweet, a Python reference! Not as good as if Ben Browder were to sing the lumberjack song, but I'll take it.