Somebody else's problem.
But you would've done your duty.
Get your hand off me.
Please take your hand off me.
Get your hand off me.
We shall return to my ship.
There is no wormhole here.
We're catching the 7:15 to Enlightenment.
It's just a little late.
I have been informed
you plot escape.
- We are prisoners with no weapons.
- None here.
But perhaps out there.
I promise you. You will never
be reunited with your baby.
I'm sure your mother wished
the same thing.
How brave you are.
Ordinance Officer, fire!
Fire!
- D'Argo!
- They know where we are!
Fire!
You can stop now.
You've proved your point.
The Luxans are
like Peacekeepers.
Soon to be enslaved or dead.
Fire.
You...
Enshrine their souls,
end their suffering
and guide the passage
of D'Argo and Chiana
to their place of rest.
Cannot a Luxan survive
in space?
Quarter arn.
Maybe a little longer.
Scarran brutality
surprises me.
They will be difficult
to influence.
The Scarran blood
that runs through my veins
knows more than
you'll ever know.
The first scent of interference,
you'll be as dead as D'Argo.
And then the...
There is only one path
out of this prison.
We must fight our way out!
Bingo.
This is the source
of your knowledge?
That and the back
of cereal boxes.
Cinch up your diaper, big boy.
The first time is
always the worst.
This is normal?
No. The module's overweighted.
We got a big bubba in 2-B.
Last chance, John. Veer into
the wall of the wormhole.
It'll be over fast.
Nope. Child's gonna have
a father.
I hope it's a boy.
Boy, girl, either is fine.
Buckle up.
Check it out. I'm Rudolph
the Red-nosed Reindeer.
You have violated
our trust.
He has my family.
Unimportant
to the greater agenda.
They are my greater agenda.
- Why have you brought him here?
- Who is this creature?
You can call him Einstein.
I suggest you do it nicely.
Staleek!
Staleek, he can wrap time
round his little finger.
The whoo-doo voodoo
is not gonna work.
Einstein, do you possess
the knowledge of wormholes?
Yes.
Can these wormholes
be made into weapons?
Yes.
- Then you will give me that power!
- No.
Hang on. I can find a wormhole,
and fly down one.
Right?
With the rudimentary knowledge
we have given you.
Can I make a weapon?
You cannot.
Why not?
Because no one
should have that power.
Exactly!
Listen up.
This is your universe.
This is your universe
on wormholes.
You mess with the natural order,
you destroy multiple time lines.
I will have that power!
Humbling, ain't it?
Returning here was wrong.
I have to protect
the people I love.
And you owe me for putting
that crap in my head.
It may soon be prudent
to remove it.
Amen. I wanna be
blond again.
You truly cannot create
wormhole weapons.
We should get back
before Rygel damages your wife.
Absolutely not.
Our best opportunity
is when or if
Crichton walks through those doors, we must
try to escape!
Not without my child.
A disagreement past
its time.
- You should be dead.
- And how was your day?
I saw a wreckage
on the way in.
They killed Chiana
and D'Argo.
Is Yondalao good to go?
Apparently not.
Well, Staleek's
gonna give us Rygel.
You've traded ultimate power
for an unborn offspring.
No. I gave it to him.
You know why?
Because he's such a nice guy!
But the funny thing is
I don't have anything to give.
So, Chiana and D'Argo,
me being chased around
the galaxy for years,
everything,
it's all for nothing.
Your ranting aside,
we still have no way out.
I wouldn't be so sure.
You have to do something.
Time to transfer the baby.
When I am ordered.
However, I can
give you something
to eliminate the pain completely.
Oh, that would be great. Hurry!
Aah!
Whose orders override mine?
War Minister Ahkna.
I had no choice.
You will die
when I order it.
Okay.
If I knew my word
was useless...
The Luxan stealth craft,
I discovered and destroyed.
The presence of Scorpius who
has already betrayed you