to victory.
The violent path to peace.
Congratulations, John!
Damn, it's big!
It's bigger than big!
These wormhole weapon plans
are complicated.
But I think we can build it
to budget.
- My head is killing me.
- Give the man a hard hat.
Oh, you MBA types.
I didn't get this
for you.
Ladies.
This project, John,
is for both of us.
"Coming this year,
Wormhole weapons to the stars.
Harvey and John's Construction
and Engineering."
John and Harvey.
I can make us a new sign.
You agreed to do the job.
Now we gotta build it.
We're on my time table.
You're fired!
You went there, didn't you?
I went the whole way there.
- I didn't want you to do that.
- Yes, you did.
Everybody wants to see
the great big wormhole weapon.
I want to see war
turned into peace.
War and peace. War and peace.
Did you know that
Woody Allen's version
is better than Tolstoy's
because it is funnier?
And absolute power
corrupts absolutely.
Where the hell's my pen?
Where's my pen?
This is what you want.
This is what you want!
No, Aeryn, it is not
what I want!
It's just that fate keeps
blocking all the exits.
And no matter what I do, I just keep circling
closer to the flame.
Then pull back.
This war is not
your responsibility.
You and the baby
are my responsibility.
And how am I supposed to protect
you from the Peacekeepers
and the Scarrans and the Tregans and the
lions and tigers and bears?
With this?
This gun?
No gun is big enough.
We still have Stark
and the Eidelons.
It's not enough.
This is enough.
Wormholes.
What's inside my head.
This is ugly,
and it is malignant.
- But it will protect you and the baby...
- Ah, you see?
You don't just protect me.
We protect each other.
Did you feel that?
It kicked.
I can really feel it
alive inside me.
Here, Starky.
I don't remember
him being like this.
Nobody does.
Toad, what's with
the waterworks?
- I miss the baby!
- What baby?
- He had a baby?
- It's kind of a twisted story.
It's the chemical imbalance
in his system
from carrying the child.
He will recover
eventually.
Are you all right?
I'm quite fine.
I can't do this
without your help, Pilot.
Or is it Moya's?
This will be used
as a weapon against others?
Worse case scenario, yeah.
If I understand correctly,
it has the power to kill
tens of thousands.
For starters.
Are you capable
of using this?
Yes.
Then I don't know you
as I thought.
So you'll be starting
with me then?
Someone points a gun
at your head, what do you do?
You defend yourself.
And that is why
we have to build this.
No one has a weapon pointed
to your head.
God, Pilot! Everybody's got
a weapon pointed at my head!
There are other options.
Explain that to the millions who will die
in the meantime.
Is that truly your concern?
Or is it Aeryn and
your un-birthed offspring
you wish to protect?
That's my family, Pilot.
Everything begins
with family.
Scarrans!
- What the hell is happening?
- We're in a crossfire.
What are the Scarrans
doing here?
Pilot,
get us out of here.
How're the Eidelons holding up?
Their city
is also under attack.
There are too many of them!
What? No hailing? Not even
on our part to surrender?
Pilot, what are you doing?
Not me! It's Moya!
She's heading
into the ocean!
Crank!
See? Fate.
Can Moya do this?
She's done it.
She should be watertight.
Should be?
Harpoon holes
notwithstanding.
Don't fool yourselves.
The pressure differential
down here
compared to the vacuum
of space is huge!
We will flood!
Pilot, where is Moya intending
to go exactly? Pilot?
Welcome to the bottom.
Pilot, we have
light showers in here.
What are we seeing
everywhere else?
Sikozu's assessment
is accurate.
Many tiers
are taking on water.
If we're going to make peace, we have to get
Stark to the Eidelons.
- Okay. How do we get back to the surface?
- Transport pod.
If Moya's not watertight, then
transport pods won't be either.
We'll have to make one