Episode Report Card Jacob Clifton: A | Grade It Now! YOU GRADE IT A Human Reaction
By Jacob Clifton | Season 1 | Episode 16 | Aired on 08.19.1999
Back on Moya, they lose visual contact with John. D'Argo, tearing up, calls out to John in the silence. Zhaan confirms with Pilot that John's off their sensors: "He's gone." D'Argo and Rygel lower their heads, alone in their grief. Zhaan prays. Aeryn looks on sadly, opens her mouth, nothing to say. If John could take that plunge, it kind of makes them both idiots for not acknowledging their simple feelings, doesn't it? But then there wouldn't be a show, I guess. This show does romantic tension better than anything ever. On the Farscape, John calls for Pilot, hears nothing. He continues to travel down the wormhole, surrounded in bright white light. This man's face, I tell you.
The light becomes a glaring sun over a beautiful beach, where the Farscape sits, steaming and smoking. John opens the hatch, and we fade to him, squinting into the sun. In dreamy slow motion, John's got the funny legs, and finally lets himself fall on his back, in the sand. He laughs, a big laugh. A home laugh. "Helloooo sky!" he shouts.
We fade again, now to John approaching a woman walking down the beach. We can see that he's crash-landed in an urban area, buildings in the distance. "I know this is gonna sound insane, but...this is Australia. Right?" I assume that he was able to pick it out off the globe as he was hurtling toward it at incredible speed. The woman stares, and seems a little frightened, but we realize that she's looking past him, up at the bluff, where a helicopter rises and several soldiers approach. John waves to them, unafraid: he's military too. "Hey! Guys! Where you been?" His smiles fades as he notices that they all have guns pointed at him. Another man -- an incredibly Australian-looking man -- tops the bluff, in a dress shirt and slacks. He also pulls a weapon. "Wait, I'm John Crichton!" John screams, but the man -- Wilson is his name, sucking is his game -- fires, and a dart hits John in the leg. He pulls it out and looks at it, and then turns to run in slow motion. Under very, very bad '80s sci-fi music, John begins to stumble, and falls onto his back. He rolls around for a second, and we close on his eyes, twitching and rolling, and he's out.
Fade in and out as John's examined in a white room. They draw blood and stare, and he's out of it. Fade.
"Let's go again," says Wilson. John's now pissed as hell, fully awake, and stuck inside a concrete and glass containment cell. "So why did you land in Australia?" A soldier snaps a photograph. "I didn't land," says John. "I crashed." Flash. The pictures are grainy and cool, like an old-time GQ spread. "And what is your mission, here?" John -- straddled on a chair, brow furrowed -- whines that there is no mission, beyond what he previously stated in the credits. "Have you been here before?" asks Wilson. John's exasperated: "I'm John. Crichton. You know that, Wilson." As Wilson stares at him, John starts to finally figure it out: "You think I'm an alien?!" Wilson laughs and repeats the question, again. Flash. "Australia. Yeah. Three times. You were here with me, last year, when I tested the Farscape's engines, Wilson. So what the hell is going on?" Flash.
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