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Scene Two: from "Unrealized Reality", Einstein and John are sitting on the iceberg. Einstein: "What do you desire with wormholes?" John: "To go home."

Scene Five: from "Kansas", Aeryn stands outside the house, in the bright sunshine, talking to the Sheriff. Aeryn: "Would you like to come in?" She gestures towards the door. Sheriff: "Yah, thanks." Aeryn: "Oh."

Scene Six: from "Kansas", Sheriff: "Who are you people?" Noranti leans towards him: "Aliens." D'Argo snakes out his tongue and knocks the Sheriff unconscious.

Scene Seven: from "Kansas", John sits beside Rygel on a candy-wrapper littered couch. Rygel is carving away manically at a pumpkin. John rubs him on the head: "You been, uh, stealing candy, Mr. Burroughs?" Rygel: "Oh, Crichton. How illegal is this dren? You gotta get me more!"

Scene Eight: from "Terra Firma", the DRD named "1812" zips over to John. John introduces it to Bobby. John: "1812, this is Bobby. Bobby, this is 1812. 1812 is gonna be your tour guide. Don't let him break anything." Bobby: "Oh, I won't break anything."

Scene Nine: from "Terra Firma", Chiana and Sikozu are sunbathing in bikinis. Bobby is video-taping them. Chiana puts down the magazine she was reading: "Hey! I got this great idea. How bout... how bout we break outta here and go make some new friends?" Bobby goes behind their chairs and zooms in on Sikozu. Sikozu: "Chiana, you know the humans will not let us out unescorted. And the way you make friends, I do not blame them." She glares into the camera at Bobby.

Scene Ten: from "Bringing Home the Beacon", John has his pulse pistol pointed at Aeryn's face. John: "Where's Aeryn... Aeryn?" Aeryn reaches for her pulse pistol and John shoots her in the face. It bubbles and shoots sparks. Sikozu: "A bioloid."

Scene Eleven: from "Bringing Home the Beacon", John kneels beside the body of the bioloid. D'Argo: "You know... it's not Aeryn." John: "It was never Aeryn." D'Argo: "We're not gonna give up on her, John. Sikozu said the Scarrans were taking Grayza to a place called Katratzi. Maybe that's where Aeryn is now." John: "She could be anywhere out there." D'Argo: "But we're not gonna let her go. I give you my word."

There is a photo of Aeryn in a light colored top, with her hair down, long and straight. There is a potted fern next to her and a large window behind her.

Noranti appears to be sitting outside, on a porch or deck. She is also smiling... while holding a small skull up beside her face. Her third eye is wide open and pink.

The photograph of Pilot shrinks until it is shown to be in a frame, on a screen. There is a man in a dark suit and tie standing next to the frame.

The man walks slowly across a stage. Behind him is a star scene of a pink nebula with the words "ALIEN VISITION" emblazoned across it.

"... what else do we really know about them? Precious little except the carefully orchestrated appearances allowed by our government. Good Evening. I'm your host, R. Wilson Monroe."

The man walks closer to the camera and appears to be speaking directly to the viewer. He is showing on a large, flatscreen tv.

Rygel: "It's a backward planet full of superstitous, xenophoic morons. Nothing makes sense if they didn't think of it first and, even then, it's simplistic drivel."

On the tv screen, Aeryn, in her PK garb, is standing next to a sandy-haired teenaged boy who is wearing a football jersey. They are in front of a decorated Christmas tree.

Sikozu: "As stupid as you must think them, the Scarrans have managed to build one of the most extensive empires in the galaxy."

Sikozu: "In part... and I shall repeat this because it does not seem to sink in... by not advertising the location of their secret bases."

R. Wilson Monroe: "When we come back, we will meet Officer Aeryn Sun, rumored within many circles to be John Crichton's lover."

Monroe walks back to the framed screen where the show started. It is showing the a video of Aeryn. She is wearing a dress and talking quietly.

R Wilson Monroe, wearing khaki pants, a sport jacket and a white shirt, open at the throat is sitting on a stage facing Aeryn. She is also seated, slightly facing him and she is wearing her black leather outfit. Her hair is down, long and straight.

Monroe: "Because, Officer Sun, you are an admitted soldier in, what is to us, an alien army. You look human. Indistinquishable to the naked eye. How are we to know that there aren't thousands of your people roaming our planet, preparing our destruction?"

Aeryn: "Hear what? That Earth is sacrosanct? That your perfect isolation can somehow be restored? Is that it? Look, from what I know of the Peacekeepers... and of anyone else, for that matter... they couldn't care less about this planet. You're not a threat. Technologically speaking, you're not even a potential... ally, so..." She sighs: "...if someone wanted to enslave you, if they wanted to destroy you, could it be done? Well, quite simply, yes." She shrugs and smiles.

Monroe: "The reason you have not seen that interview before is because it was held back... after requests from both our own government and the United Nations Secretary-General. Tonight, we have our first look at over one hundred and twenty hours of previously unseen videotape on the aliens. Tonight, you have he chance to see portions of this material, along with comments from various experts and leaders. But first, I'm joined by the remarkable young man who was fortunate enough to be in the right place at the right time with... and this is always helpful... the right connections. Bobby Coleman, John Crichton's nephew.

A dark-haired teenage boy dressed in a blue dress shirt and khaki pants comes onto the stage and shakes R Wilson Monroe's hand.

Bobby: "Well, when my Uncle got back to Earth... my mom's Uncle John's older sister... we flew down to Florida and I got to stay on for a couple of weeks with my Aunt Olivia, my Grandpa and the aliens."

Bobby: "They're normal. Just like you and me." He fiddles with the video camera he has strapped to his palm, tapping it with his other hand.

Bobby: "Well, we thought about it for a long time and with all these weird accusations starting to surface, we decided that it was best to help everyone not be afraid."

The video of D'Argo shrinks and is over-ridden by a man who is talking in an excited manner. His hair is sticking out all over his head, he wears glasses, and he waves his arms and pounds his fist into his palm as he talks. There is a text-box infront of him, naming him as: Dr. Garrett Hamilton, Anthropologist, University of Michigan

Dr. Hamilton: "This is a watershed moment in human history. The equivalent of a huge meteor smashing Earth during dinosaur times. Will we bend under the sudden weight of it or respond and flourish?"

The video switches to a scene in a kitchen. A dark-haired Bobby is standing and listening to Aeryn talk. She is wearing a long-sleeved dress and is standing in front of a counter that is covered with kitchen utensils, some celery, a jar of mayonaise, etc.

Aeryn: "You can't even fully accept us, and we're the nice aliens. You know, what about some of the next ones that come down through the wormhole?" She picks up half a sandwich and takes a bite out of it.

A different man appears beside the video and starts speaking. He is bald-headed and has lots of wrinkles on his face. A text-box identifies him as: Dr. Jason Fletcher, President, International Society of Sociology

Dr. Fletcher: "My biggest fear, exacerbated in part by these tapes, is that the fabric of our society may come under an assault it is not yet prepared to withstand."

Sikozu: "The political complications that may arise from a simple wormhole floating in your atmosphere will devastate a planet that is still in the throes of intraspecies chaos!"

The camera moves back, away, and shoots Sikozu sitting down, examining a book she holds in her lap. There is a tall pile of books on another chair beside her.

A woman commentator appears. She is an older woman with short brown hair. She wearsa khaki suit and white blouse with a wide white collar. The text-box says she is: Dr. Edith Anderson, Psychologist & Author of "What Makes Us Tick: A Study Of Evil".

Dr. Anderson: "I'm particularly concerned with the effects of another alien visitation on society in general. Since they've left, there's been a seven hundred percent increase in panic and anxiety attacks."

The video switches to Rygel. He is sitting at a table, eating. His face and hands are smeared with what appears to be pumpkin pie and whipped cream.

Monroe: "In culling through the staggering amount of candid material recorded on young Bobby Coleman's tapes, there was one alien visitor in particular who never failed to elicit extreme curiosity among staffers here at the network. General Ka D'Argo."

Bobby turns away from the goggles and looks at D'Argo: "Could you... I mean, could we... stop you if you tried to attack us?"

There is a new commentator. A middle-aged man in a sports jacket, wearing a turtle neck sweater underneath. He has his arms crossed on his chest. A text-box identifies him as: Major General Stephen Walcott, USMC, Ret.

General Walcott: "The most frightening aspect of this Pandora's box we've opened is, he may be right. Huh... from what I've heard, his ship has our best and brightest utterly perplexed."

Dr. Anderson: "By indicating that our current defenses could not contain him, General D'Argo is performing an act of psychological terror."

Voice of D'Argo: "It might be a bit dramatic for one Luxan, but, uh, I dan do enough damage to your world to change it forever."

John shakes his head and waves off D'Argo: "No, no, no, no. They won't know. I know. No, I know, I know, I know." He keeps waving his hand. "Just... put my tape back in." He points at the tv.

Bobby: "I'm here with I... IASA Commander John Crichton, te first and only human to boldly go where no man has gone before."

John: "The worst part? Um... was the complete and utter lack of toilet paper. Seriously?" He holds up an old black-and-white photo of a woman: "Missing family." He looks at the photo again and puts it back in the book.

John: "Well, things that used to bother me don't bother me that much anymore. The world seems smaller. And, I keep waiting for something to happen and I have to remind myself when it doesn't happen... that that's normal."

Dr. Anderson: "Post-traumatic shock syndrome. It's hard to tell without examining him, but from this little snippet of tape, I'm most concerned about his constantly waiting for something to happen. This suggests he's been under enormous and continuous stress."

Sikozu is sitting and tapping the toe of her boot on a cushion. Chiana walks past the doorway and stops. She hollers in to Sikozu.

Sikozu: "He needs to keep believing that. I've been done for arns. Pilot has double-checked. No one has heard of it. No one!"

The video camera swings around and zooms in on Noranti's back. She is standing up at a counter, working on something. She has her hair pulled back, on top, in a sort of modified beehive, with small braids falling down beside her face.

Noranti: "Well, uh... it... it.. something about, uh, witchcraft. They were very fearful. Huh... Rygel's going down to sort it all out."

Dr. Hamilton: "I was in South America when she came through. Many of the "miracles" she's credited with have yet to unravel under scrutiny.

The commentator changes to a partially obscured figure with an electronically distorted (slightly) voice. It is a short-haired man wearing a suit and white shirt. The text-box identifies him as: High Level Administrative Source, Intelligence Community.

Dr. Hamilton: "Why is it so hard for us to believe that someone from another planet can do things that we find extraordinary? Isnt she herself extraordinary, just... by being here?"

Noranti: "I like... that you're always striving to reach higher. Hoping for a better tomorrow. It's the quality that first attracted me to your Uncle."

Dr. Fletcher: "Listen to what she's saying about us. Humans never give up. Now, for that to become impressed upon an alien mind, this simple fact that we would tend to take for granted ourselves, becomes validation that we eventually will fit in. Never give up."

Olivia Crichton: "She's actually really spiritual. You... you should hear her stories about religions of all the worlds she's visited. Really... an eye opener. So much cruelty and so much kindness."

The video now shows Noranti sitting outside at a table. There is an open book in front of her and several objects laying around nearby, including a small, silver skull. She folds her hands and speaks directly to the camera.

Dr. Fletcher: "Miss Noranti is not wrong that we have a history and culture of killing that we continually attempt to wallpaper with justifications and platitudes. I see nothing wrong with what she's saying."

Noranti: "See, killing often a part of life. What's hypocritical is to condemn and then make allowances when the situation suits."

Another new commentator appears. It is a white-haired man in a dark suit and tie. He is wearing tinted glasses. The text-box identifies him as: Reverend Nathan Buckley, National Religious Leader.

The commentator becomes a bald-headed man dressed in red and gold robes. He is identified as: Ivan Chanderpaul, Federation of American Buddhists.

The commentator changes again. This time the speaker is an older gentleman wearing a khaki uniform with a maroon beret. There is a gold medalion on the front of the beret. He wears glasses and has a small mustache. He gestures towards the camera with one hand as he speaks. He is said to be: General Harwll Zawicki, United Nations Space Command.

A new commentator appears to the left of the video. It is a blonde-haired woman wearing a brown suit and white blouse, open at the throat. She looks like the person who was dating John Crichton, named Caroline, but here she is identified as: Dr. Jayne O'Connor, Criminal Psychologist, Duke University.

Dr. O'Connor: "This is a dangerous woman. She effortlessly twists her simple logic into something that is almost believable until you look deeper and it unravels. Not the kind of personality you would want running around unchecked."

John sits and points the remote control at the tv set. He lets go of the button and slowly lowers it to his lap, as Aeryn begins speaking.

Aeryn: "Well, what you have to understand is while cultures and civilizations may vary wildly from socially primitive to hyper-mechanized, there is still a uniformity in the way that people conduct their lives."

Aeryn: "Uh... uh... uh." She tilts her head and blinks. "Yes, I was just thinking. Well... there's no way to be sure at this point. However, our physiologies do appear to be very similar."

Monroe: "Was Officer Sun's hesitation at my question an honest moment of introspection... or was it something more? These are now the issues we grapple with. How much to trust? How open do we allow ourselves to become? Do we view an alien commingling of our gene pool as a favroable step towards integration into a larger community, or as a threat?"

The video shows Aeryn in the kitchen. She is preparing a sandwich. Bobby walks into the picture and joins her at the counter.

Ivan Chanderpaul: "Well, one can only hope that a union between those of Earth and elsewhere is possible. Such marriages will foster bonds of family and generate trust between disparate peoples."

Dr. Anderson: "If you thought children of race-mixed parents took abuse at the hands of other children, wait until one is born with tentacles!"

Olivia Crichton laughs: "Seriously now, what is the big deal? Firstly, I do not believe Aeryn's pregnant with John's baby and, secondly, if she was..." Olivia shrugs.

The video now shows John at a workbench aboard Moya. The camera is looking between some kind of struts. Bobby speaks quietly: "Am I going to get in trouble for taping this."

John is still watching the video, but he has gotten as far away from it as he can and still be in the room. He has his back to the open lattice of his doorway. Chiana quietly comes up to the door. She leans against the lattice first, then reaches out and takes hold of John's hand.

Dr. Hamilton: "I, for one, like the idea that we're not alone. So why not go all the way? Become part of the cultural fabric of the new world in which we'll live? If they're in love... they're in love." He spreads his arms out and shrugs.

There is some noise and shuffling as the camera changes hands. The sandy-haired Bobby, wearing a football jersey stands in front of the Christmas tree and Aeryn straightens up and stands beside him.

Aeryn: "When you're born into military service the way I was, it's deemed best to not have any ties to anyone but your unit."

Monroe: "...ultimately decide the direction we take as a species. I'll be back shortly. Please enjoy." The music begins to play again.

Monroe: "Amidst all the readily identifiable dissimilarities between our human race and the alien visitors we've been learning about, occaionally on these startling videotapes, we come upon a moment that seeminly unites us in spirit across endless chasms of space."

Chiana: "Mm. He was my friend." She sniffles. "We... we... we were just playin." She groans. "He just stopped outside the kitchen to eat something and just..." She pets the body and covers it with her sweater and glove. She leans over and kisses it on the head: "It's okay." She hugs it to her chest.

Olivia Crichton: "The more time you spend with Chiana... and the others, the more you realize, with incredible joy and relief, that we've not that dissimilar."

D'Argo: "I didn't think I did at first, but I'm... uh, beginning to realize it's one of the better places I've visited. It reminds me of my own planet about ten thousand cycles ago. It was meant to be undisciplined and adventurous."

Dr. Fletcher: "Imagine. Think of how we view ourselves. A sophisticated culture, growing, evolving. Then look how he view us... undisciplined and adventurous. As time goes on, I predict we'll be forced to realign every concept by which we judge ourselves."

D'Argo takes a step and the camera backs up. He keeps coming towards the camera and Bobby keeps backing away until there is a door frame between them.

Another new commentator. A middle-aged man wearing a camel colored sport coat, checked shirt and a tie. He is identified as: Dr. Adrian Walker, Xenobiologist.

Dr Walker: "Look... you see only differences... tentacles, a tongue with venom. Everything about him screams 'ALIEN'. Now... close your eyes. Listen. General Kar D'Argo could easily be you or me."

Monroe: "For every instant when we may be lulled into accepting these alien visitors as perhaps nothing more than peculiar-looking versions of people we know here on Earth, there comes another moment on these startling videotapes that seemingly shatters any illusion of potential coexistence."

D'Argo hesitates, then finally relents: "It's cool. Cool." He shakes his head. "All right, now you promise not to tell anyone?"

D'Argo hisses and his tongue shoots out. Bobby grunts and hits the floor with a thud. The camera tilts to show just D'Argo's boots.

Dr. Anderson: "I would have to say that we need to prevent these sorts of encounters from happening outside a research facility."

The tape shows Chiana standing in front of a mirror, wearing a bathtowel, carrying a lipstick. She has various blobs and colors of makeup on her face and body.