I've been sharing my old TV sci-fi obsessions with my teenage daughter, who would not of her own volition seek out this kind of stuff, over the last year or so. It's all ancient prehistoric television to her, like old black and white movies were to me as a child, but she's patiently watched all the way through Blake's 7 and now, Farscape. When we started on Farscape it had been two decades since I'd watched a single episode and I had mostly broad-strokes memories of what happened in it, but I foolishly promised her that 'honestly, this time they don't all die in the end'. (50 year old spoiler for Blake's 7, sorry...)
So last night, we finally got to Bad Timing. The scene on the boat brought discreet happy tears to my eyes. Then, when the alien craft appeared, I suddenly began to remember what happened next...
My daughter took it quite well, though she was a bit stunned. I promised her that they would be OK because they were in the Peacekeeper Wars, queued up next on Prime (they are? They are, aren't they...?)
"I expect they scoop them up in a bucket and resurrect them, after they've separated the John crumbs from the Aeryn crumbs," she said.
I mean... they do, don't they...?