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Scene Two: from "Promises", Noranti holds something out towards John. He takes it and looks at it. Noranti: "Distillate of Laka. One whiff and the pain is gone."

Scene Three: from "Unrealized Reality", D'Argo walks away from Noranti as he comms John: "She says they help you forget Aeryn." Outside, in his spacesuit, John sees flashes of his memories of her. He comms back: "When I double the dose."

Scene Four: from "Unrealized Reality", John and Einstein are sitting on the floating iceberg. Einstein: "What do you desire with wormholes?"

Scene Five: from "Unrealized Reality", John stands in front of Einstein: "For starters, go home."

Scene Six: from "Unrealized Reality", John screams as he is shot down the wormhole. It winks out.

Scene Seven: from "Kansas", John floats above a planet: "That's earth." He laughs.

Scene Eight: from "Unrealized Reality", Einstein stands behind John: "Your place of origin is where you can do the most damage."

Scene Nine: from "Kansas", Grayza stands inside Moya and talks to her "creature": "Crichton's DNA, which I provided for you, will enable you to detect his presence." The creature flails it's arms and growls. Grayza: "So when he returns, as we know he will, capture him alive."

Scene Ten: from "Kansas", D'Argo's ship, LoLah, flies above the earth and heads towards Moya. D'Argo comms: "Pilot, I've got Crichton. We're coming aboard."

Scene Eleven: from "Kansas", The entry steps of LoLah lower. John is the first one down them. The hanger bay doors open with a rush and he starts through them. He stops when he sees that there are people lined up in the hanger, waiting for him. Three men and a woman. The first man is his Dad, Jack.

Jack: "Welcome home, son. We've been waitin for ya a long time." He starts to walk towards John.

John immediately backs away and pulls his pulse pistol and points it at Jack. Jack: "What's the matter John?" John keeps watching Jack's eyes: "Was it a bass... or a trout?"

Sikozu: "They're not imposters. DRD scans confirm they are of your species." She walks into the hanger bay and stands near Jack. John keeps his pistol pointed.

Jack: "It's me, son. It's all right. You're home. You're alive. And, if that wasn't miracle enough, this ship is actually a living organism?"

Jack: "We sent a shuttle. To open up communications. Everyone at IASA had a coronary when she answered... finally. In English."

Man:"Commander Crichton. I am T.R. Holt, Special Advisor to the President. Congratulations. You have accomplished something truly momenous... Earth's first contact with extraterrestrial life."

John rubs his lip with his thumb and laughs: "Well... (he laughs again) T.R. Today's your lucky day." John yells: "D'Argo! Aeryn!"

Aeryn starts down the steps from the ship, followed by D'Argo and the others. She sees that there are others in the hanger with John and she pulls her coat away from her gun.

D'Argo follows Aeryn and stands with his arms crossed, looking at the humans.

Chiana, Noranti and Rygel all cluster near Aeryn and D'Argo. They stare at the humans who are staring at them.

John walks over to Sikozu and takes her arm, steering her away from the others. They speak quietly so that no one else can hear.

John: "The wormhole's unstable. Some time dilation may have occurred. Where the hell is Scorpius?"

Sikozu: "He's in a pod at the far end of this wormhole. He's transmitting us a signal so we can find our way back."

Sikozu: "What is wrong with you? These are your people. Or do you think they pose us a threat?"

A few clouds dot the sky over a peaceful scene. The water makes a faint lapping noise. John sits on a dock, writing in his journal and staring off into space. Some fishing tackle sits on the dock nearby... unused.

John: "Earth. Terra Firma. Seems forever it's filled my thoughts, been my goal. And now... I'm here.

John walks through the hanger, followed by T.R. As he does, a woman detacts herself from the crowd and runs over to him. She throws her arms around his neck, crying: "John! You're alive." John holds her in his arms and spins around.

DK gestures at the woman by his side: "A few years ago. Married on a boat in Naples. I wish you could'a been there."

I figured Earth would freak out and it's delivered in spades, on time, thirty minutes or less.

Both the Farscape One module and D'Argo's ship are inside the hanger. It makes them look small. There is an army of the press, with cameras, mikes and reporters, all trying to get to John.

Uncle Sam is keeping the aliens safe and contained. A waterfront mansion for their personal use, with full security team standing by.

Moya's crew file a sidewalk from the waterside towards a huge house with a veranda. They are led by T.R. and followed by guards that look as if they are Secret Service, in dark suits and glasses.

As they enter the house, Noranti spots a flower arrangement and immediately grabs a blossom and eats it.

Sikozu takes an apple and bites into it. She makes a face and spits it out on the floor.

Of course, the suits are more interested in the technology. No surprise there. So... we let 'em look.

A group of people are gathered at a firing range. Most are wearing hearing protectors.

John: "I don't usually recommend this setting." He pushes the cartridge into a pulse pistol.

They just can't comprehend what they're looking at... much less replicate it.

The man shoots the pistol at a man shaped target with lots of sensors wired to it, which disintegrates in a burst of smoke, pieces flying all around. It also blows out several laptop computers that were set up to monitor the target, behind the onlookers, causing them to jump.

A DRD injects an older man while D'Argo sits facing him, earnestly talking to him in Luxan.

D'Argo: "..ashtenta doit... ashtenta doit... under strict supervision. No power ups unless I..."

But even translator microbes aren't gonna to help some people listen. Not that... you can blame them.

D'Argo suddenly stops talking to the older man and yells something in Luxan...

...at a man in a white lab coat who is going up to LoLah. The man touches the force field. He screams and is thrown to the floor.

Chiana and Sikozu are sitting on lounges by the pool. Noranti messes around with a barbeque grill. Aeryn opens the gate and holds it while John's sister, Olivia, carries a cooler in by the pool. They are talking together.

A teenaged boy, Bobby, is taking videos of Chiana who is wearing a bikini, lying on a chaise lounge. Chiana looks over at him. She puts down the magazine she was looking at and gestures at the camera with her middle finger.

Chiana turns to Sikozu who is on the lounge next to her: "Hey! I got this great idea. How bout... how bout we break outta here and go make some new friends?"

Sikozu: "Chiana, you know the humans will not let us out unescorted. And the way you make friends, I do not blame them."

Bobby takes some extreme closeups of Sikozu in her bikini. She bends towards the camera and stares at it with her very green eyes.

John, dressed in a button shirt, pants and sneakers walks along next to T.R. in his suit. Both are wearing dark glasses.

John: "What's the big deal? It's a simple proposal. A trip on a spaceship for five hundred of Earth's best and brightest."

T.R.: "Some would disagree... quote 'the Farscape project was and is an American initiative. I do not think it is unfair that America shoud reap the first benefits of it."

T.R.: "Did you know we're making him IASA's Project Director for Extraterrestrial Studies?"Father and Son. (he clicks his tongue) Dynamite P.R. Jack is just so happy to be making a contribution. Don't screw it up for him."

John: "That's a nice suit. Do you have to buy that or does it come standard issue?" He turns and walks away.

There is a formal dining room, seen through gauze curtains. In the background, people are standing on chairs, putting up decorations.

Dad's world was upside down, so he's trying to make it right side up by putting up Christmas decorations.

Olivia turns her head, from where she is standing, hanging garland: "Great!"

Jack: "Might need a little more work around..." He adjusts something on the tree.

Christmas decorations... even though it's Florida and the whole block is cordoned off with security.

A group of State Troopers try to hold back reporters with microphones and cameras, outside the "alien mansion".

John picks up a card and glances at it. Jack continues to work on the Christmas tree.

Family traditions. They're supposed to bring us together... and to make everything... normal.

Jack glances back at her, over his shoulder: "Christmas has always been our favorite holiday. We never get tired of it."

John: "I loved that Christmas where you lit the fireplace and the smoke came back down because Mr. Jingles was in the flue!" John holds up a framed photograph of a pet cat and points it at Olivia.

Jack: "Oh, come on. One little mistake, you're going to hold it against me."

Aeryn reaches for the photograph and looks at it closely: "What the frell is that?"

Jack: "Remember the time we gave you the riding lessons, honey? Thought you were going to cry."

Jack holds the ornament up for John and Aeryn to see: "Remember this, John?"

John goes over to the door and opens it. There is a blonde haired woman standing there.

Woman: "Special delivery from the Ghost of Christmas Past." She holds up a sprig of misletoe, over John's head. John looks up to see what she's holding.

She wraps her arms around his head and kisses him. She has a bottle in her other hand. Aeryn looks up from the couch, to see what's keeping John and sees them kissing.

John looks in her eyes, a puzzled look on his face. He glances back into the room and sees Aeryn watching them. Aeryn immediately turns her head when she sees John look at her.

A flight of Canadian Geese take off, across the water from the dock where John is sitting.

And everyone is telling me... how different I am. They're right. But they don't have a clue why. They can't know what I've seen... what I've done... what's been done to me.

They can't know what's out there waiting for them and I can't tell them, because they wouldn't believe me. Hell, if I tried, they'd lock me up. Frell. I'd lock me up.

Caroline walks down the dock, to John, putting her hands on his shoulders when she gets to him. John closes the book as soon as he knows she's there.

Caroline: "Hey, Buck Rogers. You're supposed to be fishing, not writing memoirs."

She sits down beside him and leans over to see what he's writing: "What's that?"

Caroline leans her head on her hand that's on John's shoulder: "This was supposed to be a weekend off. No homework, no stress, no aliens, no demands. I guess I'm not doing my job."

She turns John's face towards her, with her hand, so she can kiss him. She kisses him on the lips, but John doesn't really respond. He kisses her back with tightly pursed lips.

John sits on the couch, eating popcorn from a microwave bag, watching the broadcast.

"To discover that's no longer true is highly traumatic. A fundamental status quo is being threatened here. The very existence of Homo Sapiens may be under threat."

He sits a drink down on the glass coffee table, in front of John. He sits down in a stuffed chair near him.

Jack: "Holt says it's bad on the political front. Every nation's demanding equal access to the aliens and all the information we get from them."

Jack: "I don't see why. Why should we give them access to technology they can use against us?"

John: "Cause it's the right thing to do. Wouldn't worry about it, Dad. Subcommittee'll tie it up for years and load it down with a ton of guidelines."

Jack: "Now you're being naive, Son. The best and safest thing to do is keep it to ourselves."

Jack fiddles with the coffee cup in his hand: "September the eleventh. This isn't the same world you left four years ago son. People don't dream like they used to. It's about survival now."

Jack: "Olivia's survival. And Susan and Frank and Bobby's. Imagine them blown up by a suicide bomb or coughing up blood from a poison gas attack. This country is under siege. You just don't understand the global situation."

John slams the pillow he's been holding down onto the couch and leans forward: "I don't understand because I've been ou of town or because Daddy knows best?" He picks up the cup Jack left for him and takes a drink.

Jack stands up: "If you want to argue with Holt or even the President, I can arrange that."

Jack: "No, you just want to be obstinate and insist everyone agree with you."

John: "Are you accusing me of being the only one in this family to be stubborn?"

John: "I am going into space tomorrow. If you'd like to come along, you're welcome... unless you're too stubborn."

A transport pod flies up to Moya and enters her hanger bay. D'Argo is waiting at the bottom of the steps. John is the first one off, followed by Bobby and Jack.

John: "No, Jack. It's a big ship. You're going to need a sherpa. John kneels down by 1812. "Gimme that arm."

John: "1812, this is Bobby. Bobby, this is 1812. 1812 is going to be your tour guide. Don't let him break anything."

Jack: "I'll show you. You won't believe it." Bobby stands up and he and Jack start to walk away. John stands up and points in the opposite direction.

D'Argo: "Can you check wormhole stability from Command or do you need to go outside again?"

Aeryn walks over and addresses D'Argo: "Apparently all systems check out normal with the prowler so the scientists don't seem to have caused any damage."

John: "Thank you." He closes the book he is holding and follows Aeryn: "Aeryn... listen up."

John: "You got a problem with them poking around at your prowler, why don't you leave it here? The IASA boys got enough to look at with D'Argo's guppy and my module." He looks under the wing at her. She immediately stands up.

John: "You're fitting in as well as any of us. Whatever, it's... up to you."

Aeryn: "Fine, I... well, I don't mind your scientists poking around with my prowler. I can even... field-strip a cannon if..."

John: "No... don't do that. Thank you, but don't do that. They've seen enough."

Grayza: "An explanation would be pointless." She walks over to him: "You'd retain no memory of it."

Grayza places the object which is green and spiky, on Braca's forehead. There is a flash of green light. Braca's eyes appear to lock upwards and he shivers and gasps.

Braca's mouth opens and a strange, raspy voice comes out: "I hear you. Crichton is onboard Moya. According to reports, Moya now orbits Crichton's home planet."

On Moya, the creature, Skreeth continues to watch John and Aeryn at her prowler.

Grayza: "Do not seize Crichton yet. Learn all you can about his planet, its technology, its defenses and its location."

Braca/Skreeth: "Allowing me to interrogate Crichton will yield quicker answers."

Grayza: "Crichton has already proved himself to be immune to several forms of interrogation. Stay hidden until we know more. Understood?"

Grayza removes the spiky object from Braca's forehead. He gasps and collapses onto the floor, his arm resting on a console.

Grayza bends over and puts her hand under Braca's chin. She raises his face so his eyes meet hers: "We took a short break... for recreation."

Grayza: "Don't you remember, Captain? Perhaps you will... next time." She taps him on the chin and stands up. "But duty first."

Grayza: "Run a full weapons systems check immediately. I want this ship ready to destroy a planet."

John: "The readings match my homework. It's gonna be at least seventy arns before the wormhole's stable enough for Moya to get back through."

D'Argo: "Pilot says he and Moya are looking forward to giving humans their first trip to the stars."

John sighs: "No. We'll be long gone while they're still bickering over who gets the tickets."

D'Argo: "Yah, but we're not giving them anything. Their scientists can't even work out how to use pulse pistols."

John has a bulb of the distilate of Laka that Noranti makes for him. He holds it in his hand and looks at it. D'Argo stares at it.

John: "Cooperation, teamwork, distraction. We give 'em a few hints, then we get the hell outta Dodge and hope they get their act together before the real space monsters show up."

John: "Go for it, Jack. She's the best pilot I've ever seen." He closes the book. "Think you can manage a side trip to the moon?"

The prowler leaves Moya with a rushing sound. It flies towards the rings of Saturn.

Jack laughs: "Saturn! I'm really lookin at Saturn. I'm farther from earth than any human's ever been."

Jack: "I don't know. He's having a tough time readjusting. He, uh... hasn't talked much about what he's been through."

Jack: "Naw, he... he's... he's talked about your societies, customs. Remarkable stuff."

Jack: "Our geneticists are still lookin at that... but I wouldn't be surprised. If I didn't know better, I'd think you were human."

Jack: "No." He shakes his head: "I suppose it might if I thought of you as an alien life-form, but I don't. John has not said anything to me, but I believe he has feelings for you too."

Jack: "Now he's home. That's one of the things he's gonna have to sort out. Just give him time."

Sikozu: "Biologic examination?" She is walking through the house with a cordless phone held to her ear. She has a large bruise on her left temple.

Sikozu: "I said no. And, I don't care how many of the others have consented. You can go stick your probes in one of them... I'm not interested."

Chiana is sitting by the French doors, putting something in a gift bag: "Well, you never know. You might like it."

There is a security guard in a suit and dark glasses standing behind her, staring out into the yard. There is another just outside, on the lawn. Rygel is sitting at a table, with some food and Noranti is on a couch, reading a book with a Santa Claus on the cover.

Sikozu: "No, I will not have and ex ray. I don't care how much it advances man's xenobiological knowledge. N... leave!" She throws the phone behind her in frustration. It flies through the open French door and lands on the lawn.

Rygel: "Eat something. You'll feel better." He gestures at the burgers on the plate in front of him.

Chiana: "Good. Here... here, give this to Pilot." She holds up the gift bag she's been working on.

Suddenly, Noranti bursts into song (the book may be playing the accompaniment): "Hark! The hee rawld angles seenga. Glow ry to the nude blowed keen guh. Peach on erp and murky milld eh, gode and singers rek and sill ed."

Sikozu rips the book out of Noranti's hand and tosses it out the door onto the lawn. The music stops.

Jack: "It was incredible! We flew through the Cassini Division. Beat the Cassini space probe by a year. Told Aeryn it was the best Christmas present I'd ever gotten."

John: "Speaking of... suits and ties, Holt is still fighting me on the tech-sharing plan and the explorer selection process. I could use a little support."

Jack: "I've always supported you as much as I could, son. You're not lookin at the bigger picture here."

John: "You don't see the big picture. You can't conceive of it. Earth has to work together on this."

John: "Impossible. "Impossible is not in our vocabulary." Who said that? You. You did. Four days before you set foot on the moon. You taught me to believe that. That belief kept me alive. Please tell me you still believe it."

Jack stands at the railing and bows his head. He turns and looks away, holding onto the rail and biting his lip.

DK walks by the side of the Farscape One module, looking at it. His wife looks at it with him.

John: "Theory is wrong." He has a coffee cup in his hand. He holds it as he walks past a piece of machinery on a table and D'Argo's ship. DK and Laura follow him.

John: "Newton, Einstein, Hawking... we prove them wrong every time we pop out for groceries."

John: "I didn't design it, DK. I just installed it. That's for you to figure out."

DK: "Sure, drop it in our laps. Let us scratch our heads and look stupid while you go on Nightline or have lunch with the President."

John stops by a workbench and fiddles with a computer: "These new laptops are really... nice." He looks at DK's wife: "Laura, I can not tell you what I don't know."

DK: "If we're never going to learn anything, why rub our noses in how dumb we are?"

Laura: "Neither are you. Taka says you asked for a metallurgic analysis of these ships. You're on the track of something."

John: "It's just a riddle. Why do prowler pilots turn to goo? Get back to me on that. I'm gonna to get a refill of coffee. You guys want some?"

John walks away. DK and Laura watch him. Laura turns to the workbench and sighs.

The presence continues to watch them. A shadow appears behind a shelf, of a spiky head.

DK and Laura follow a Security Guard into a parking structure. They are in street clothes, without their lab coats. They are carrying briefcases.

The Security Guard goes to their car and opens the trunk for them. DK hands him Laura's briefcase.

The creature, Skreeth, leaps out, hissing, and attacks the Security Guard. The guard draws his gun and a shot fires into the air. Laura and DK stumble back. Laura screams. DK holds Laura protectively while the Security Guard struggles with the creature. Several more shots are fired and Laura screams again. Skreeth slams the guard into the open trunk and runs after DK and Laura.

Laura screams and they try to run. Skreeth catches them easily. She hits Laura, who falls to the concrete.

Skreeth throws DK down, beside Laura. She hisses loudly and dives onto them.

Laura and DK are writhing on the concrete floor of the parking structure, Skreeth's claws digging into their faces. Laura is screaming. So is DK.

Braca/Skreeth: "I can guarantee it. Plainly, not all humans have Crichton's alleged ability to resist interrogation."

Braca is standing up, the spiky object on his forehead and Skreeth's words are coming out of his mouth.

DK and Laura continue to struggle and cry out. Their faces are bleeding from the wounds that Skreeth's claws have made on their faces.

Braca/Skreeth: "I'm confident I can capture him... but doubt I can bring him to you."

Grayza: "Nor can I yet come to you. Wherever this Earth is, the journey there is obviously impractical without wormhole travel. And only Crichton can command that."

Braca/Skreeth: "Then our best alternative is to seize him, learn what we can from him, then execute him."

Skreeth pulls back her head and bares her teeth, roaring with a hideous hissing sound.

John is sitting at the dining room table, looking at a photo album and drinking coffee. Olivia comes in the door carrying several packages. She sets them down by the door.

Olivia: "Shopping with aliens. They closed off the whole mall and the store owners, I'm sure, were very annoyed." She kicks her shoes off and leaves them by the packages.

John: "I'm sure they love it. It'll be in all their ads tomorrow... not to mention something to tell their grandkids."

John: "I look at these pictures and I recognize the faces... some of the places... but it's not my life." He touches a photo of his parents with his finger: "I miss her." He points to his Mom in the picture. He sighs. He points to a photo of a young Olivia: "I miss that chick." John and Olivia both laugh. John points to the photo of Jack: "I miss him, but I can't... he's changed."

Olivia: "What? He's changed so much that you can't talk to him? You know, he says exactly the same thing about you. 'He's changed so much and I can't...'"

John: "Because he's the Director for Extraterrestrial Studies and what he hears, the government hears."

John: "Coming here was a mistake. It was an accident. And it shouldn't have happened. And there are things that the government cannot hear."

John: "No. No, no, no it's not bad." John reaches out and touches Olivia on the forehead with one finger. He talks in a funny voice: "Don't worry. It'll be okay."

Aeryn: "Yes. Crichton isn't here, is he?" She is carrying several large, wrapped packages. Chiana has some also and a Security Guard stands in the doorway, holding yet more. D'Argo, Rygel and Noranti are in the living room, clustered near the television. D'Argo is eating something.

D'Argo: "No, but, uh, his cousin is. He's outside interviewing Caroline Wallace."

Chiana gets up, grunting: "Can you help with this?" The packages she picks up are obviously heavy.

Another Security Guard comes in, carrying a wrapped package. Chiana piles the two she is holding ontop of his.

Chiana: "Oh, he will... sooner or later. Some males... can actually forgive." She hits D'Argo in the shoulder with the present. "Ohh! Sorry."

Aeryn walks into the yard, behind Bobby. She is wearing faded bluejeans and a western style bluejean shirt. A Security Guard follows her as far as the fence then he stops and turns to look outward.

Caroline glances up and sees Aeryn approaching: "Bobby, cut." She opens her eyes really wide and makes a waving motion with her hand. She clicks her tongue. "Take five."

Caroline: "What kind of relationship?" She gets up off the chair and goes over to Aeryn."

Caroline laughs: "Yah. I can imagine." She puts her hands in her pockets and walks beside Aeryn. Bobby walks nearby, filming the flowerbeds.

Caroline: "Well, actually, no. I can't imagine. John and I had a much simpler one. No strings, no grand plans, just good, casual times. Well, at least, that's how it was before."

Aeryn stops and turns to look at Caroline: "But he's been spending time with you."

Caroline: "I think he's been testing himself. Working out what he really wants. It's not me."

Caroline: "I think he does. When I asked him about you, he said... there was nothing going on. He said that several times."

Caroline: "You have a lot to understand about humans. Sometimes when we repeat a lie, it means that we're trying to convince ourselves of the truth. And that is that he still loves you... very much."

Sikozu sits next to Scorpius, in his pod. The bruise on her temple is much more prominent now.

Sikozu: "Extremely turbulent, but not very damaging. Following your guidance signal was a great help. What are you doing?"

Scorpius: "This wormhole is traversable. It leads to Crichton. Therefore, I cannot have Grayza find it."

Scorpius: "My spy aboard the carrier has been unable to discern her current strategies. But, should she return... as a last resort, I will detonate this pod... within the mouth of the wormhole. That should destablize it."

Sikozu thinks for a moment: "You... would have a better chance of destabilization with... two pods."

Scorpius reaches out and puts his hand around her throat. Sikozu gasps, slightly.

John: "That son-of-a-bitch. The wormhole must be stabilizing. She better not bring that bastard back through."

They walk under some Christmas decorations that have been hung on the scaffolding.

T.R.: "Now, I am getting major flak from the Hill about John's Global Initiatives. He's gotta bend a little."

T.R.: "Make him. It's your job. The Joint Chiefs are up in arms. They want to classify the alien technology as a... a national security risk and impound it."

T.R.: "Look, I know you share my concerns about John's plans. All I'm asking for is a little compromise. Is that unreasonable.?" He raises his eyebrow.

There is music playing in the background and lots of people milling around and talking.