Farscape: The Peacekeeper Wars Page #3

They're not gonna like it.

So what should we do

in the meantime?

We get married.

What?

Now.

You will make a beautiful bride.

I will see to it.

- Emperor Staleek.

- What is it?

We have received

a deep-space comm cipher.

- We receive tens of thousands...

- This is from a most unexpected source.

With a most

unexpected message.

It is about John Crichton.

The sender knows the Human's

current location.

An out-of-the-way water planet.

No defenses to speak of.

- Do the Peacekeepers have him?

- Not yet.

Your source, is it reliable?

At the moment,

impeccable.

Have a course plotted.

We will send

a full battle contingent.

A full contingent

for one man?

Not for the man.

For the knowledge

he possesses.

It's very generous

of you to do this for us.

It is the first time I have presided

over the union of soldiers.

We're not soldiers.

In fact, he's the only one

carrying a gun.

Either way, your petition to remain

among us is being denied.

On conclusion of your sermon,

you will all leave.

Right.

If you don't mind my asking,

who are you hiding from?

Everyone.

Aeryn's coming!

The bride! The bride!

Come on!

- Okay, are you relaxed?

- I am relaxed.

- I've heard the key is being relaxed.

- I am relaxed.

- Stand here. Stand.

- What about me?

You're right here.

- Good.

- Okay, perfect.

What are you doing?

No, no!

Stark!

Oh, she looks so...

Beautiful.

You look great.

- You owe me.

- I know.

Is there a particular invocation

you would like me to use?

Yeah, um...

Dearly beloved.

"Dearly beloved."

We are gathered here.

"We are gathered here."

Beneath

this magnificent...

Command Carrier.

Peacekeepers.

Lies. All lies!

They seem to know

exactly where we are.

How, if the concealment

canopy is still in place?

They know because

we have been betrayed.

Stark, go with them.

Witchiepoo, you go as well.

- What should we do?

- Convince them it's not our fault!

Hide Rygel.

Guard it with your life.

It's not our fault.

It's not our fault.

We knew nothing about this.

Crichton will fix it.

- He'll fix it. I assure you.

- Come on, old woman.

Now, that's familiar.

Why do I know that?

Now!

Oh.

Eidelons.

Of course!

Eidelons!

Eidelons.

You're Eidelons.

Yes, we are.

You know who

it's gonna be, don't you?

I know who it is.

Come on, "D," bet me.

How much?

You're on your own,

my friend.

Hello, John.

Easy money.

Apologies if this is

a bad time,

but I believe

we need to talk.

How did you find me?

Harvey?

- I would prefer to be called Albert.

- No.

Invisible sidekicks that only

I talk to get called Harvey.

How the hell

did Scorpius find me?

Scorpius is like God.

Rate this script:0.0 / 0 votes