Noranti bitches at Talnell, who is now rubbing his hands together like a mantis fat on scenery, about how they will never pull this off, and Aeryn will die, and Chiana will die, and the baby will die, and everybody will die. And also this is a terrible, horrible thing they are doing. Talnell's like, "Mwah ha hahaha ha ha!" And then he twirls his mustache. On Moya, John picks up his rifle from the table, next to 1812; D'Argo's got his Qualta locked and loaded. John whines that Sikozu, in the midst of being discovered creepin' about, hasn't frelled the lights and alarms yet. Talnell tells Noranti that -- brevity being the soul of fetal transfer -- they'll have to cut them both open at once. Awesome. D'Argo heads out to check on Sikozu, who's got her hands up like a hostage negotiator, walking toward Karohm: "Listen to me, Karohm. Two, possibly three females are being held, against their will, on the Scarran freighter." And they're about to get cut open. Noranti holds her scalpel over Aeryn's womb, and rolls her eyes, and they gasp, horrified. "They pose the Scarrans no threat," Sikozu explains. "Their imprisonment is completely unjust." Karohm says he believes her, but laughs when she asks for his help. "Of course not! I'm going to lock you up." Aw, damn. You just can't judge a book's collaborationist tendencies from its cover, I guess is the point. D'Argo appears and tongue-lashes Karohm in the neck, dropping him. D'Argo, lamely: "How wrong was he?" (Rejected lines include, I believe: "Could he have been any more wrong?" and "...Not!") D'Argo politely asks Sikozu to get it together and "do what you said you were gonna do," and she nods, turning back to the control console.

Noranti backs up off Aeryn and gives Talnell her professional opinion, which is interestingly enough that they should not do what they are doing. Talnell points out the elephant in the room, which is Jenek eating their lunch in a second.

Scorpius explains to Jenek that Ahkna only wants Aeryn to try and get the "possible information" in John's head. "Now, my Peacekeeper defector can give you John Crichton himself. Which mission do you think is more vital?"

Sikozu unlocks the docking ports on Moya, Lo'La, and the transport pod she rode down in and starts on the power grid, as D'Argo pulls out the security beacons he's just located in a drawer. She gives him a gorgeous, just brilliant smile: impressed, conquered by the concept of teamwork. Noranti starts a speechlet about how "there are three lives here" and Talnell, scared for his own ass, finally interrupts her and shrieks: "Dr. Pralatong, I beg you!" And that's when the lights go out. "Showtime," John says, and heads out into the bay with his rifle and a lantern. Scorpius and Jenek look around and get growly in the darkness. The station PA goes all nasty-sounding Scarran stuff. There's emergency lighting near the Scarran freighter, of course, which makes it all the easier for John to kill a bunch of Charrids with his gun.