Episode Report Card Jacob Clifton: A+ | Grade It Now! YOU GRADE IT Till The Suck Runs Out
By Jacob Clifton | Season 1 | Episode 11 | Aired on 07.08.1999
Horrible, awful, terrible no-good '80s sci-fi music plays throughout the next part, all thrashin' guitar and bitchin' drums. D'Argo's feet in the sand, near the Prowler, Qualta Blade in hand, heading toward Dam-Ba-Da. He's wearing Boba Fett on his face. "Pilot, I've landed near the city. I'll try to make contact again once I've found Crichton and Aeryn." Knew he wouldn't leave. Somebody in a white robe and goggles spies on D'Argo behind a bush. Flare, and then in the Depot square, the Vorcarians pick up his scent. The screen flares white again. Out in the sand, a jeep speeds toward the square. D'Argo, walking, feels something approaching, and finds Rolf on the ground nearby, ready to snipe. He puts the blade to Rolf's back and tells him to drop the gun. Rolf does, but of course Rorg surprises D'Argo, and forces him to drop the blade. He attacks her, but Rolf stuns him from behind, and he drops. It's couples going after D'Argo's last nerve this week: John and Aeryn, the dog people, Zhaan and the solar flares. Romance.
Inside, Furlow's telling the white-robed guy she might have a buyer for (I think) Aeryn's Prowler. Or John's flight records possibly. I don't know, whatever. She's sneaky for sneaky's sake. "I'll let you know."
Cut to John, inspecting the underside of his module as he chats with Furlow about this and that. She asks him again to buy the thing, and he finally asks why she's so into that concept. Some of the parts show signs of having been close to a proto-wormhole. John comes closer as another bounty hunter, wearing a red mechanic's uniform, watches interestedly. "What do you know about wormholes?" Nothing, except maybe they exist and nobody's ever found one. He agrees that's the prevailing thought. "...Until I picked up bursts of unusual gravity waves not long ago in the upper bonosphere. Sure looked like a wormhole, or at least the beginnings of one." John nods and says if she's right, he should get back up there. "Of course," she nods menacingly. "For your research." (Another flavor of science, here: the flavor of seeing only how it can profit you.)
John pauses, then climbs a ladder to check his cockpit. Furlow watches him, and because of the way he has to angle himself to do this, there's a lot to watch: "You know, a good-looking guy like you shouldn't be getting around in a pile of old junk like that. Just so happens I recently came by a second-hand Prowler..." He looks up suddenly, and then runs off as Aeryn's approaching. "Stay with the module." The red mercenary watches.