Episode Report Card Couch Baron: A | 1 USERS: A YOU GRADE IT Do Not Go Gentle
By Couch Baron | Season 1 | Episode 19 | Aired on 01.06.2000
Command. Rygel: "You're not just fahrbot; you're magra-fahrbot." Just in case you were wondering whether my closed captioning was working. Crichton has told the others his plan, which apparently is to infiltrate the Gammak base posing as Larraq. The others point out the difficulties of the plan: he'll have to pull of the deception, find a tissue match, and obtain a sample. In addition, if he fails, he'll compromise them all, which is especially serious, since Moya might not be able to get them out of there, given the advanced state of her pregnancy. I may not officially be in on this little powwow, but I will nonetheless point out that no one has mentioned the gravest problem of all, which is that we'll be forced once again to endure THE WORST "BRITISH" ACCENT IN THIS GALAXY OR ANY OTHER. Anyway, Crichton gets all offended at the suggestion that they do nothing, which... maybe I'm giving everyone too much credit, but I don't think, with the probable exception of Rygel, that that's what they were suggesting. He asks if they're happy with the idea of Aeryn dying, and D'Argo and Zhaan both pipe up a negative. Actually, I don't know that "pipe up" is the right expression in D'Argo's case, given that he doesn't so much "speak" as "rumble," but such are the limitations of language. Crichton rounds on Rygel, who says it doesn't matter what he wants -- Aeryn is dying, and the most sensible course of action is... Crichton: "I'm sorry, Sparky, what were you saying?" Geez, Crichton, you asked him a question. Kind of rude to drift off like that. Oh, I see, he was going for intimidation, and Rygel gets it: "To do everything in our power to save Aeryn's life." Zhaan wordlessly concurs, and Crichton stalks out of the room. Rygel: "Even though it's likely to get us killed." I think Crichton might give you that one, but it's probably not the best time to test him. Credits.
Crichton, in his flight suit, comes to see Aeryn, who's doubled over in the middle of a coughing fit. Once she's shoved her lung back down her throat, she tells Crichton that the mission is foolhardy, and it makes no sense for him to die as well. You seem to be having some respiratory difficulties there, my dear, so I hope you don't take it too badly if I tell you not to waste your breath. Pilot cuts in that they've reached the designated coordinates, and then Aeryn asks Crichton if humans have some sort of ritual "for occasions like these"? I'm not sure if she's referring to the fact he needs an awful lot of luck here, or if it's more that there's a good chance this is the last time they'll ever see each other. But in either case, if I were Crichton, I'd go with making out as the answer. They shake hands instead, and Aeryn gets to her feet and tremblingly wishes him good luck. He leaves her, frightened and alone. Sniff.