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.
He does not play dice
with the universe.
He has a great plan, John.
But his mysteries
unfold slowly.
Perhaps they
will be answered
when the proper tribute
is provided to him.
The wormhole!
Or in your case,
the wormhole weapon!
Listen up, Strangelove,
I can find wormholes,
sense when they will open.
Push comes to shove,
I can even navigate one.
But I cannot make
a wormhole weapon!
That is true, John. But you do know
where to obtain the knowledge.
It does not take an Einstein
to figure that out, huh?
Make sure he gets
that message.
So how have you been,
Crichton?
- I'm good, Bob. You? The wife? The kids?
- Busy.
Yeah. I hear
business is booming.
You're right. The Scarrans
and Peacekeepers are at war.
And the Scarrans will prevail
unless you help us build
a wormhole weapon.
Gee, that all sounds
reasonable, Bob.
Only two problems. No matter
what you may believe, I can't do it.
Just as important, I don't think Peacekeepers
are any better than the Scarrans.
So make sure you validate
your parking... on the way out.
You will find no serenity
during this conflict, Crichton.
Examine your choices.
You are not listening.
Wormholes, no! Weapons, no!
Killing, no.
Crichton, no.
You want to see it?
The thing you've been chasing
my ass all over the universe for.
Torturing me, my wife,
my friends for.
- You wanna see it?
- Yes.
- Say please.
- Please.
-