[Space City exterior]
(a well-dressed Largo is sitting cross-legged looking through the contents of a small bag. Two bare-footed wastrels approach him)
LARGO: You did well.
BEK: The owner didn't think so.
LARGO: Did you kill him?
BEK: Were we supposed to?
LARGO: It's tidier.
BEK: Well, it's easy to be tidy from where you sit, Largo.
LARGO: Don't get clever, dreamhead.
HANNA: That wasn't the deal.
LARGO: The deal was whatever I say it was.
(he takes the transparent cover off a container in front of him and picks up one of the small orange balls inside)
LARGO: I own you, ...dreamheads.
(Hanna gets up from a crouched position and approaches him)
LARGO: Ah, ah, ah, ah. What do you say?
HANNA: Please, Largo.
LARGO: Aw, come on, you need it more than that.
HANNA: Please, Largo.
LARGO: Pure Shadow. You won't just die without it, you'll die ...in terrified ...agony.
(he puts the Shadow ball down in front of her and then moves to prevent her having it when she reaches for it)
LARGO: Good. All right!
(he pushes her away)
LARGO: I want your brother to ask for it.
(he picks up the ball and tempts Bek)
LARGO: One word from me, and your supply is gone ...forever.
BEK: You've been paid.
LARGO: Prove it.
BEK: I thought that honour was a big thing with the Terra Nostra.
LARGO: We own you, boy.
BEK: Please, Largo. Please.
LARGO: That's better. We owned you from your first tiny drop of Shadow.
(Largo has put the ball down again. Bek picks up Largo's gun and points it at him)
BEK: Use Shadow? Do I look that stupid? Oh, try it! ...Hanna!
(Hanna scrambles forward and picks up the ball)
HANNA: The other two he promised...
BEK: Enough. The gems.
(Hanna puts the gems in the bag)
LARGO: Nobody steals from the Terra Nostra.
BEK: We're innovators.
LARGO: You're dead.
BEK: Out, Hanna. ...Casual, don't run. (to Largo) Face down, Largo. ...Quickly. ...Quickly! ...Now close your eyes. ...Now stay like that.
(before he leaves he puts a small cylinder into a machine that starts up. Largo raises his foot towards a control panel)
BEK: (recording) Go ahead and try it. Killing a Terra Nostra pusher will be the best fun I've had all day, you stupid murdering scum ball.
[Space City hallway]
HANNA: They'll catch us.
BEK: Get Peety. Meet me at launch grid six in twenty minutes.
HANNA: Nobody gets away from them.
BEK: We will.
(he shows hers some gems from the bag)
BEK: Look, I can get a ship.
HANNA: Launch clearance, what about launch clearance?
BEK: The crew on grid six are for sale.
HANNA: It's too late, Bek.
BEK: Listen. Hanna, she told me to look after you and Peety. That's what I'm trying to do. Grid six, twenty minutes. Right? ...Right?
(Liberator comes into view through a window behind where they have been standing)
[Liberator approaching Space City]
(Space City is on the viewscreen)
JENNA: Approach completed.
GAN: All vectors are matched and holding
CALLY: Power down now.
JENNA: Switching to automatics.
ZEN: Confirm. All systems functioning. Status is firm.
GAN: Very pretty.
JENNA: I know. Piloting wasn't bad either.
BLAKE: So. That is Space City.
VILA: Also known as the satellite of sin.
AVON: By whom?
AVON: It had to be someone of limited imagination.
VILA: Pick a pleasure, any pleasure.
JENNA: And you'll find it for sale in Space City.
BLAKE: If you've got the money.
VILA: But we have, we have.
GAN: And if you can stomach doing business with the Terra Nostra.
BLAKE: We're going to use them, Gan, not do business with them.
AVON: A subtle distinction that escapes me for the moment.
BLAKE: Now don't tell me you have a moral objection to using their organisation to infiltrate Earth?
AVON: Of course not.
GAN: Well, I have.
BLAKE: Think, Gan, think what they've got. Men, material, information. Think what we could do with a fraction of the resources they control.
GAN: No, you think, Blake, think what it is they control. Everything dirty, degrading, and cruel on just about every colonised world.
BLAKE: Earth is all I'm interested in.
VILA: The Terra Nostra aren't responsible for everything, Gan. I could go and murder somebody now and it wouldn't be their fault. Mind you, if I picked his pocket afterwards they'd want their cut.
AVON: It's largely academic anyway. I don't think we'll get within shouting distance of them.
VILA: The Terra Nostra run Space City.
CALLY: How can you be sure of that? You say they're a criminal organisation who work in secret.
BLAKE: They work in secret on Earth and the Federated worlds.
GAN: Organising crime.
BLAKE: Space City itself is neutral territory, not officially owned by the Terra Nostra, but it's an open secret.
CALLY: A neutral base for an outlawed organisation?
BLAKE: Presumably it has its uses.
VILA: Entertainment, for example
JENNA: Why don't you take a cold shower or something?
VILA: And risk being left behind when we go and meet your friend?
JENNA: Largo's no friend of mine. When I met him on Callisto he forgot to mention he was a member of the organisation. Just said he wanted me to run a cargo into Earth. He didn't tell me what it was at first.
JENNA: Shadow. I turned him down.
AVON: Very sensible. Possession carries a mandatory death sentence.
JENNA: That wasn't the reason.
ZEN: Navigation computers are receiving interrogation signal from Space City traffic approach control.
BLAKE: About time. Request standoff position. Cally, stand by on the teleport. Jenna, get on the communicator and see if you can contact your friend Largo. Gan, Avon, get ready as well.
ZEN: Vector coordinates received and laid in.
VILA: Er, what about me?
BLAKE: You're staying here.
BLAKE: Where I can find you if I need you.
VILA: But that's Space City, one of my all-time great ambitions.
BLAKE: You'd probably be disappointed.
VILA: I'll take that chance.
BLAKE: I would never forgive myself, Vila.
[Space City exterior]
(Hanna is sitting on the floor with her hands around her legs. Near her feet is something covered in a crumpled silver sheet)
BEK: Hanna, twenty minutes I said. That launch crew goes off shift in an hour. Well we may not get another chance. ...Where is Peety?
(Hanna nods toward the silver sheet)
BEK: How? ...How?!
(grabs one of two full orange balls on the floor. There is an empty one in the background)
BEK: That's how!
HANNA: He didn't take any more. He didn't need another dose for twelve hours, at least twelve hours. He just ...just died.
BEK: Just died. That's what Shadow does. It kills you!
HANNA: Think I don't know that?
BEK: Well then, why? Why so stupid, Han? ...Stupid. ...Stupid Peety.
(he pulls back the silver sheet revealing Peety's body)
BEK: 'Look after you'.
HANNA: It's not your fault.
(he starts to get up)
(she tries to cling to him)
HANNA: It won't help Peety.
BEK: It'll help me.
HANNA: What about me?
(behind them the door opens and an enforcer comes in with his gun pointing at them)
BEK: You? It's too late, remember. You're already dead, like Peety.
ENFORCER: Must run in the family. Shed the gun. Largo wants you two, ...very badly.
VILA: Blake's wrong.
CALLY: I know how you feel, Vila
VILA: I don't mean about leaving me behind. I've wanted to visit Space City ever since I was old enough to read the graffiti in the juvenile detention wards. But I'm not talking about that, I don't care about that.
CALLY: No, of course not.
VILA: I don't!
CALLY: Am I arguing?
VILA: I'm talking about his great plan to enlist the help of the Terra Nostra.
CALLY: He plans to buy their help.
VILA: All right, buy their help. It still won't work.
CALLY: Well, you should have spoken before.
VILA: Who listens to me, ever. Does anyone ever listen to me? I'm telling you, it'll be a disaster.
VILA: You don't know them.
CALLY: Well, I know Blake.
VILA: Thinks of himself as a hard man. Hard? He's strictly a fluffy-cheeked amateur compared to those boys.
CALLY: I think Blake can look after himself.
VILA: He's led a very sheltered life.
CALLY: What, Blake has led a sheltered life?
VILA: Look, he was an Alpha grade on Earth. A highly privileged group, the Alphas. Wouldn't last five minutes among the Delta service grades where I grew up, and it's the service grades where the Terra Nostra really operate! Without anaesthetic, usually.
CALLY: No, Vila.
VILA: No what?
CALLY: No, I am not going to operate the teleport for you.
VILA: I don't understand.
CALLY: I do. You're about to suggest it would be ...a sensible idea if you went across and gave the others the benefit of your experience.
VILA: I hadn't thought of that. What a very good idea, Cally.
CALLY: I'm going to get myself something to drink. Call me if anything happens.
VILA: Miserable alien. ...I just want to see what it's like.
ZEN: Information. Main visual is available.
(Space City appears on the viewscreen)
ZEN: You expressed a desire to see what it is like.
VILA: Very funny, Zen. Chuckle, chuckle. If you were a decent computer you'd be able to operate the teleport system like Orac can. Like Orac can! Key, key, ah key.
(he plugs in the activator)
VILA: Orac? Orac? Are you in there, Orac?
ORAC: Am I in where? What precisely do you imagine I am? Some sort of tame rodent in a cage?
VILA: That's precisely what I imagine you are. A rat in a box.
ORAC: I see no point in continuing this conversation.
VILA: Now, don't start sulking again, or I shall switch you off and throw away the key.
ORAC: Soon, that will be no longer a problem.
ORAC: Well? What do you want?
VILA: Orac, I've got a little job for you.
[Space City hallway]
(Gan, armed, is keeping the communicator open by pressing a button on his bracelet)
AVON: (on communicator) I don't think that at this stage you really need to know specific details of our plans, do you?
LARGO: (on communicator) As you say.
(Jenna is keeping the communicator open by pressing a button on her bracelet)
AVON: In effect, we want to buy cooperation and expertise from the Earth-based network.
LARGO: Oh. Why are you telling me all this?
JENNA: We don't know who rules the Terra Nostra. Possibly you don't either. But you do know how to get our proposition to them.
LARGO: A go-between.
(Blake hands Avon a small bag)
AVON: Naturally, we would be prepared to pay for your services.
LARGO: Huh, forgive me, Blake, but one of the reasons I made my home in a free city like this is because I adore eccentrics.
JENNA: Do we take it that you're not interested?
LARGO: Oh, I'm fascinated. But I'm just an independent businessman.
(Avon puts two large gems that he takes from the bag in front of Largo)
AVON: Are you sure?
LARGO: Look, the Terra Nostra doesn't exist. Believe me, it's a ...a ...phantom, a...
JENNA: A shadow?
LARGO: A myth, a legend.
JENNA: It's a legend a lot of people believe in.
AVON: And yet you know it doesn't exist? Why are you so certain?
LARGO: I've got a contact in Federation Security. If the syndicate existed, then he'd know about it, wouldn't he?
JENNA: This contact, he wouldn't be the one who arrested me after I refused your cargo, would he?
LARGO: Oh, that was a mistake, Jenna. I was doing a favour for a friend. If I'd known what the cargo was I wouldn't have touched it myself.
AVON: You didn't answer the question.
LARGO: Why do I feel as if I'm on trial here, um?
AVON: Why do I feel as if you should be?
(Avon picks the gems back up and puts them in the bag)
LARGO: They're beautiful stones. I'm a bit of a collector, er, in a modest way. I could make you an offer.
AVON: They have a sentimental value for me.
LARGO: Oh, family heirlooms, eh?
AVON: No, I'm just sentimental about money. (to Blake) We're wasting our time with him.
BLAKE: Yes, I think so.
(he snaps his fingers and Avon slaps the bag in Blake's outstretched hand)
BLAKE: Shall we go? (to Largo) I'm sorry we couldn't do business.
LARGO: Let me at least offer you some refreshment.
(he presses a button on the control panel)
JENNA: We didn't come for refreshment, Largo.
LARGO: Oh, but I insist.
(the enforcer comes in pointing his gun at them)
ENFORCER: He insists.
BLAKE: Maybe we should have listened to Gan.
[Space City hallway]
BLAKE: (on communicator) Looks as though he was right after all.
(a gun appears pointing at Gan's neck)
LARGO: Communicators please. ...And those, thank you.
(he also takes the bag from Blake. Jenna still has the communicator open. Largo strikes her on the shoulder and takes her bracelet)
(Gan is pushed in)
LARGO: A pro keeps it simple.
CALLY: Vila? ...Vila? Zen, where is he? I left him on watch.
ZEN: He is no longer on the ship.
CALLY: But he must be.
ZEN: He teleported into the city with the assistance of the one called Orac.
CALLY: I forgot about Orac.
ZEN: The one called Orac is not concerned for the safety of the Liberator.
CALLY: Well where is Orac then? He's not in the teleport section, I just came from there.
ZEN: In return for the remote activation of the teleport system, Vila conveyed the one called Orac to another part of the Liberator.
CALLY: Which part, where?
ORAC: Be silent.
(Orac's voice isn't its normal sprightly self, its more sinister. The lights momentarily dim)
CALLY: Orac? ...Zen? ...Zen!
CALLY: (into communicator) Vila, this is Cally. Come in please. ...Vila!
VILA: (on communicator) What do you want, Cally?
CALLY: I want you back here. Get ready to teleport.
VILA: Wasting your time, Cally. I'm not wearing a bracelet. I'm not going to be snatched away in the middle of ...in the middle of anything. Sightseeing. And you should see some of the sights I'm seeing. No. Perhaps you shouldn't.
CALLY: Where is Orac?
VILA: Promised not to tell. I never break a promise.
CALLY: Oh yes, you do.
VILA: Almost never. Orac's all right. He can't run away.
CALLY: Oh, you fool, Vila.
VILA: Stop worrying, Cally. I'll be back soon. ...Tell you what, I'll bring you back a present. What would you like, Cally? Name it ...and it's yours.
CALLY: A necklace, Vila, made from your teeth.
ORAC: I will destroy the life support system if you attempt to find me.
CALLY: Why are you doing this?
(Avon and Gan are inspecting the door)
GAN: I don't think even Vila could open that. I wonder what they'll do?
AVON: A pro keeps it simple. I imagine they'll kill us. You can't get much simpler than that.
GAN: Sorry, Avon.
AVON: That makes all the difference.
GAN: I don't know how they spotted me.
BEK: 'I don't know how they spotted me'.
AVON: Something amuses you?
BEK: You were using him as a lookout? I mean, he'd really blend into the background, wouldn't he? What did you do, put up a sign?
AVON: Is that what you did or is Largo keeping you here as a favour?
HANNA: We made a fool of him.
HANNA: That's why we haven't been killed yet. He's making an example of us.
BEK: Oh, shut up Hanna, It's none of their business.
GAN: Isn't it? I mean if they're making an example of you...
BEK: It's not for outsiders. You don't know much about the Terra Nostra, do you?
AVON: Do you?
BEK: Leave her alone. We are an object lesson for their own people. Largo's on his way up in the organisation. One sign of weakness and he'll be on his way down again, probably minus his head.
GAN: Now there's a happy thought.
AVON: It's a pity we won't live to see it.
GAN: Oh, we're not dead yet.
AVON: Largo hasn't got what he wants yet.
BLAKE: (on communicator) Liberator, this is Blake. Come in please.
CALLY: (into communicator) Blake, this is Cally. We have a problem.
BLAKE: Later, Cally, this is more important. We've made a deal but we need the rest of the money as a demonstration of good faith. They don't entirely trust us yet. Have ...Zen collect it and bring in across, will you?
CALLY: All the money?
(Blake and Jenna are sitting with their hands manacled behind their backs. Largo is holding a bracelet up for Blake)
BLAKE: (into bracelet) Yes, Cally, all of it.
LARGO: Ah, it's a trick. Kill him.
BLAKE: Wait a minute! Why do you think it's a trick?
LARGO: You think I'm a fool. Zen can't leave your ship. Your shuttlecraft's here in the city.
BLAKE: We carry more than one shuttle.
LARGO: How many?
LARGO: Four. (into bracelet) Cally, this is Largo.
CALLY: (on communicator) Yes.
LARGO: Shall we send your shuttle back or one of ours?
CALLY: Neither. It is not necessary.
LARGO: Why not?
CALLY: We have another shuttle.
LARGO: Another shuttle. Quite a ship. How many shuttles do you carry?
CALLY: He's testing me.
(she glances at Space City on the viewscreen)
CALLY: Probably too far away. (telepathic) Blake, ...Blake...
CALLY: (telepathic) ...I shall count. When I reach the right number, call my name. One, ...two, ...three, ...four...
BLAKE: (into bracelet) Cally, are you still there?
CALLY: (into communicator) Sorry, what did you ask?
LARGO: (into bracelet) I was just wondering how many shuttles you carry.
CALLY: (on communicator) Four. Does it matter?
LARGO: We'll be expecting your man, ...Zen.
LARGO: (to Blake) And he won't be expecting us. (to the enforcer) We shan't be needing his other two friends after all. Kill 'em.
ENFORCER: What about her?
(pointing his gun at Jenna)
LARGO: We'll ...keep her till we're sure.
CALLY: Orac, I need Zen. I will ask no questions. ...Zen, put the battle computers on line. ...Put up the force wall, activate the radiation flare shield, and clear the neutron blasters for firing.
ZEN: Completed. Neutron blasters are cleared for firing.
CALLY: Open up a voice channel to the city's Central Control.
CENTRAL CONTROL: Central Control, Central Control. Go ahead.
CALLY: This is the weaponry officer on the battle cruiser Liberator.
CENTRAL CONTROL: Duty officer, your computer took a priority channel. Whatever you want had better be important.
CALLY: Four of my friends are being held prisoner in your city. Unless you release them immediately I shall open fire on you.
CENTRAL CONTROL: Listen, lady. You shouldn't drink in those cheap dives. You go blind eventually.
CALLY: Zen, report battle computer status to Central Control.
CENTRAL CONTROL: All right, so you're at battle stations. You don't expect us to believe that you'd...
CALLY: A man called Largo is holding my friends. You have six minutes to release them.
VOICE: You can't be serious.
CALLY: I was never more so. You have five minutes and fifty-five seconds.
ZEN: Detectors report high-speed approach.
ZEN: Gun ship. It is manoeuvring for attack position.
CALLY: Warn them off.
ZEN: Warning ignored.
CALLY: Compute coordinates, range blasters.
ZEN: Blasters ranged.
CALLY: Warn them again.
ZEN: Warning ignored. They are pressing their attack.
CALLY: I gave them a chance.
(Cally operates the blasters. The gun ship is destroyed)
CENTRAL CONTROL: Hold your fire!
CALLY: Central, the next shot will be right down your throats. You have three minutes and thirty seconds.
(the enforcer comes in and waves his gun at Avon and Gan)
ENFORCER: You two. Out!
ENFORCER: You'd prefer not to know.
AVON: Your professional simplicity is beginning to irritate me.
ENFORCER: Well think of it as a temporary problem. ...Move!
(as the three turn to leave Bek and Hanna let out a laugh and throw themselves flat on the floor, As the enforcer turn away from them Avon and Gan lay him out)
GAN: (to enforcer) Simple enough for you?
HANNA: Don't stand around. There's more where he came from.
(Largo is covering Blake and Jenna with a gun. Avon, carrying the enforcer's gun, and Gan burst in, Blake kicks Largo and Gan lays him out. Blake and Jenna are freed from their manacles)
BLAKE: Your sense of timing is as impeccable as ever.
AVON: I have always admired your patience.
GAN: Are you all right Jenna?
JENNA: What does it look like?
(Hanna and Bek come in. Bek is pointing Largo's gun at Largo's prostrate body)
BLAKE: (to Bek) Leave it!
(Avon has the enforcer's gun trained on Bek. The communicator bleeps)
BLAKE: (into communicator) Largo.
VOICE: Central. You're holding prisoners. Release them.
VOICE: Release them. There's a lunatic woman threatening to destroy the city. Get those people back to their ship.
BLAKE: Must I?
VOICE: Do it, Largo.
JENNA: I think we've outstayed our welcome.
BLAKE: (into bracelet) All right, Cally. We're ready to come across. (Avon still trains the gun on Bek and Hanna)
BEK: We'll come with you.
BLAKE: I'm sorry.
BEK: Sorry? Polite but inadequate.
(he trains Largo's gun on them)
BEK: We can't stay here, so you're not going to leave without us.
HANNA: I think they went without us.
BEK: There's gratitude for you.
HANNA: Gratitude. You point a gun at them and expect gratitude? Maybe we could use him as a hostage?
BEK: Him? What? After his foul-up you wouldn't get a drink of water in exchange for him.
(Bek goes to shoot Largo. Blake rematerialises)
BLAKE: I changed my mind.
HANNA: Do we care?
BLAKE: Put these on.
(he gives them bracelets)
BEK: What's in it for you?
BLAKE: You can help me with one of my crew. His name's Vila and he's suffering from a bad attack of alcoholic remorse. (into bracelet) All right, Cally. (to them) He wants to make a necklace of his teeth.
[Liberator in flight]
BLAKE: No effect on the flight systems.
JENNA: Everything seems normal enough. Maybe she imagined it.
BLAKE: It's not like Cally.
JENNA: Not like Orac either.
BLAKE: Any luck?
GAN: Can't find Orac. Even tried calling his name.
AVON: Oh, I'm sorry I missed that. It's the kind of natural stupidity no amount of training could ever hope to match.
BLAKE: You found Orac?
AVON: No, but then I never really expected to. It is one of Vila's more elaborate practical jokes.
BLAKE: Talking of Vila, how long before he comes round?
BEK: Oh, several hours, and he won't feel much like laughing when he does.
BLAKE: Oh, I'll guarantee that. All right, we've wasted enough time on it. Let's get back to the Terra Nostra.
GAN: Back? We only just managed to get away from them.
BLAKE: We chose the wrong approach, that's all.
GAN: Is that all? I thought maybe we'd chosen the wrong people to get involved with.
AVON: We chose the wrong approach?
BLAKE: I chose the wrong approach. Does it matter?
AVON: Yes, it does.
BLAKE: All right, Avon, you were right and I was wrong. You said persuasion wouldn't work and it didn't, so now we use force.
AVON: Force? Yes, of course. Lawmakers, lawbreakers, let us fight them all. Why not?
BLAKE: The Terra Nostra's wealth comes from organising and controlling all sorts of crime. But their biggest profits and a lot of their control comes from one area.
BLAKE: That is the only one that matters. That is what we attack.
AVON: And how do you propose to go about it? Where would we get the information we would need?
BLAKE: Bek, would you ask your sister to join us. please?
CALLY: (on communicator) Blake.
BLAKE: (into communicator) Yes, Cally.
CALLY: (into communicator) Has anyone found Orac yet?
BLAKE: (on communicator) No, I think we'll have to wait for Vila.
CALLY: Well, there may not be time for that.
BLAKE: Well, has something else happened?
CALLY: No, not exactly.
BLAKE: Well what exactly?
CALLY: A ...a feeling I have.
BLAKE: Come back to the flight deck.
CALLY: I should keep on searching.
BLAKE: Leave it, Cally.
CALLY: (into communicator) Yes.
(as she moves off she hears buzzing sound)
ORAC: I warned you not to look for me.
(Cally runs off through the ship, then stops and kneels down. She finds herself mentally inside Orac)
[Space City exterior]
(the Chairman is on the projected viewscreen. Largo is holding a Shadow ball)
LARGO: I know where to look for them, Chairman.
CHAIRMAN: Only your stupidity makes it necessary to look for them.
LARGO: I had to ensure that they took my agent with them. Er, when she is reporting on their movements. I'll follow them and capture them.
LARGO: Chairman, the rewards will be threefold. The money they are carrying, which is substantial, the bounty from the authorities, which is also substantial, and more important of all, the demonstration that we can punish where the Federation itself can't even reach.
CHAIRMAN: Very well, Largo, a heavy cruiser will be at your disposal, but don't delay it too long or the rewards will be one-fold, the demonstration that we can punish.
LARGO: I thank you for your confidence, Chairman.
CHAIRMAN: Largo, that is too small a thing to thank me for.
(the Chairman terminates the transmission)
LARGO: You'll pay for that.
ENFORCER: Before or after he finds out that you are lying.
LARGO: Was I lying?
ENFORCER: It would make me very unhappy to think that you tried to use me, like some fool.
LARGO: You're just an enforcer, here for your gun and not your brain. Of course I was lying, ...except about the girl.
ENFORCER: She's not your agent.
LARGO: Oh, but she is. That dreamhead is going to tell us exactly where Blake and his friends decide to go.
(he holds up the Shadow ball between his thumb and forefinger)
(a Shadow ball is under the hemi-spherical dome in front of Zen)
BLAKE: Don't worry.
HANNA: It's all I have
BLAKE: You'll get it back. Zen. Analyse. I want the derivation.
ZEN: The main constituent is an organic compound, probably derived from the zerophyte of the genus Korda.
AVON: A cactus.
ZEN: Confirmed. The species is alpha seven oblique five. Known as the moon disc, it was greatly prized for its partial telepathy and its ability to move short distances to avoid direct sunlight.
HANNA: It stayed in the shadows.
BLAKE: That's where the name comes from.
ZEN: Commercial collectors rendered the moon disc extinct on its native planet.
BLAKE: Which planet, Zen?
ZEN: Zondar. And when it proved impossible to grow in any other environment the total extinction of the species followed logically.
BLAKE: Only it didn't.
ZEN: There are traces of an element...
BLAKE: All right, Zen, we've got enough. Have the navigation computers set in a course for the planet Zondar.
BLAKE: It has to be the source, the key to all the Terra Nostra's power. If we control that, we control them.
GAN: The drug in return for their help? Blake, that would make us pushers.
BLAKE: Well, maybe we won't keep our end of the bargain.
GAN: And that would make us cheats.
BLAKE: That will make us winners, Gan. That's the only excuse for fighting.
JENNA: It's too good a chance to miss, Gan.
BEK: I'd like to see that, ...to see them grovel.
AVON: When the Federation introduced the death penalty for possession, the President described Shadow as the greatest single threat to the welfare of mankind.
BLAKE: Don't tell me you agree with Gan.
AVON: No, no, no, I'm just ...interested. It seems to me that we have identified the source of that threat rather easily.
BLAKE: So why haven't they?
BLAKE: Maybe we're about to find out.
AVON: Maybe we already know.
(Vila is staggering along, holding his head)
VILA: Never again. I'm dying. Cally.
(he finds Cally laying on the floor beside Orac)
VILA: Cally, what's the matter?
(she seems to be in a trance)
VILA: Cally? ...Cally? ...It's only me. (to Orac) What's the matter with her?
(a long scream emanating from Orac fills the air)
ORAC: Obviously, she's insane.
(Orac is on its table)
BLAKE: How is she?
AVON: The same. I left the girl with her.
BLAKE: Have you run the diagnostic checks again?
AVON: Still nothing. There is no physical explanation for her condition unless somehow it's locked up in here (indicating Orac) and I don't see how that can be.
BLAKE: She is an alien.
AVON: She is more human than I am.
VILA: That's not difficult.
AVON: (to Vila) Have you remembered anything yet?
VILA: It's a complete blank
BEK: With what you ..
VILA: From the time you left to meet Largo to when I woke up back on the ship.
BEK: With what you drank you're lucky to remember who you are.
AVON: I would hardly call that lucky.
BLAKE: This is not helping Cally.
VILA: Orac's told you what happened.
BLAKE: Well, nothing, according to him.
JENNA: I don't believe it.
AVON: Computers do not lie.
JENNA: Orac is not a computer.
AVON: That was its creator's vanity. Orac is a computer. It is a highly sophisticated tool, and that is all.
JENNA: Well, something frightened Cally.
GAN: Yes, and so badly she may never come back from wherever she's hiding.
AVON: It was not Orac.
BLAKE: Maybe it wasn't anything ...anything real.
ZEN: Information. Flight time remaining is now forty-eight minutes. Visual and detector readouts are now available.
BLAKE: Let's see it, Zen.
(Zondar is on the viewscreen)
VILA: It's a pretty colour.
BEK: Oh, considering what it is.
GAN: Let's hope they don't know we're coming.
BLAKE: There's no reason why they should.
(the Chairman is on the projected viewscreen)
ENFORCER: They'll be making planetfall anytime now.
CHAIRMAN: Excellent. Are all Largo's addicts so available?
ENFORCER: Yes, Chairman. It seems he's been adding it to all the Shadow that we supplied.
CHAIRMAN: Radioactive, you say?
ENFORCER: Not exactly. Controlled particle emission. Detectible only with the right equipment, which Largo's got, of course.
CHAIRMAN: Surely it damages the addicts?
ENFORCER: Kills them a little sooner. But at least if you need one you always know where to look.
CHAIRMAN: What a clever idea. We must consider it for general use.
ENFORCER: What about Blake and his friends, Chairman?
CHAIRMAN: You can leave all that to me.
ENFORCER: Yes, Chairman.
CHAIRMAN: You've done well. Dispose of the body. His assets are now yours.
ENFORCER: Thank you, Chairman.
(Largo's dead body is on the floor)
JENNA: Cally's still the same. Hanna's singing to her now.
JENNA: I don't think she's going to come out of it, Blake.
BLAKE: She will.
JENNA: I don't think you care whether she does or she doesn't.
BLAKE: One thing at a time, Jenna!
VILA: I've been thinking, if it's that hot down there, why don't you try landing on the night side?
BLAKE: Why don't you try listening? The system has twin suns, there is no night side!
VILA: I wish you wouldn't shout.
BLAKE: Gan, have you got everything clear?
GAN: Well, Zen's doing the flying. I'm just monitoring it.
JENNA: Well, monitoring what?
GAN: Maintaining a powered orbit on the edge of the atmosphere.
GAN: For maximum cover.
AVON: From defences that should be there but aren't. Are you ready to go? There's nothing you can do for Cally. Even shouting at everybody else is not going to help her.
BLAKE: A powered orbit can be tricky, Gan. You need to stay alert.
GAN: All systems are functioning normally. Status is firm.
BLAKE: Good, then lets go. Jenna, Vila, Teleport.
(Blake, Jenna and Avon leave)
BEK: I don't know why they're all so jumpy. Show me the planet.
(Zondar reappears on the viewscreen)
BEK: I mean, look at it. It's nothing. I mean why should anyone draw attention to it with heavy defences. They don't expect it to be found.
BLAKE: (into bracelet) Down and safe. Stay by the teleport, Vila. (to Jenna and Avon) Cover me.
JENNA: It's enough to fry your eyeballs.
AVON: Daintily put.
JENNA: It must be the company I keep.
BLAKE: Zen's right. It looks to be about half a mile away.
AVON: That's far enough to walk in this heat.
BLAKE: It's far enough to crawl. There's no cover.
JENNA: Blake, over here. ...Look.
AVON: Moon discs.
(there is a faint chattering coming from the discs. Avon moves one with his gun)
AVON: Prized by collectors.
BLAKE: People collect odd things.
JENNA: Look what you ended up with.
BLAKE: You process those, you'll get a liquid that'll kill you.
AVON: Only if you're stupid enough to use it.
JENNA: Listen. No, not over there. It's coming from them. It's a sort of whispering. They're supposed to be telepathic.
AVON: They're supposed to move.
BLAKE: So are we. Come on.
AVON: It could have been frying eyeballs you heard.
JENNA: Daintily put.
(as they move off the disc Avon touched moves)
(Vila comes in still holding his head)
GAN: Vila! Get back to the teleport.
VILA: Five minutes. I must get something for my head.
GAN: You can't leave the teleport now.
VILA: Five minutes.
GAN: Don't be stupid.
VILA: My head is killing me.
GAN: And you may be killing Blake and the others.
VILA: All right.
(he plugs in the activator)
VILA: Orac, operate the teleport as instructed. (to Gan) Satisfied?
GAN: Well, not really.
VILA: I'll only be five minutes.
GAN: Orac, did you understand the instruction?
ORAC: It was quite explicit.
(on this occasion it is Orac's normal voice)
(Cally is mentally within Orac who speaks with the sinister voice)
ORAC: Child of Auron. Listen to the voice of Orac. Remember the touch of hands and laughter and the warmth of open minds. Remember these things ...for they are gone. You are alone.
CALLY: (telepathic) No.
ORAC: You are alone. You are the last of the humankind.
CALLY: (telepathic) Orac, don't.
ORAC: I am the darkness. Orac brings my darkness. You are alone, in me. Run, last of the humans. Run, before my darkness engulfs you. Run, run, run, run, run.
(there is a panting sound)
(there is a panting sound as Cally runs past Vila and is automatically teleported to Zondar)
(there is still the panting sound. Cally runs off frantically and in the process drops her bracelet)
[Zondar moon disc garden]
(the moon discs lie on the ground under groups of shades)
BLAKE: They probably collect them in deep desert and bring them here to boost their growth.
AVON: With surface water in the area there will be a whole network of these gardens.
JENNA: I almost feel sorry for them.
AVON: They're plants.
JENNA: These are singing.
AVON: You should have stayed in the cool.
BLAKE: The collection and processing plant should be somewhere over there.
AVON: Seems logical.
BLAKE: Yes, well don't get too close. All we've got to do is plant these sensors in some form of rough circle. The battle computers will put together a complete picture of what's there.
AVON: And then the ship's main blasters will pick off anything we care to nominate.
BLAKE: Yes. ...Back in an hour.
(Jenna nods. They move off in different directions)
(Cally runs on and then falls exhausted into a gully. A moon disc comes moves along the gully towards her making the faint chattering noise)
HANNA: No, she didn't hit me, she ran straight over me. I was just in the way. I never saw anyone so scared.
VILA: You couldn't tell why?
GAN: You couldn't see what was driving her?
HANNA: I don't think I'd want to. You can't share someone's madness.
GAN: They can on Auron. Cally told me her people can share any experience, and telepathy means they never have to be alone. Makes them very strong
BEK: Well, when they're together, I mean, what happens when one's isolated?
GAN: I think that's what we're finding out.
VILA: I'm going back to the teleport. All right Orac, you can go back to sleep...
(he tries to unplug the activator)
VILA: Ahrgh! That key's electrified. (to Orac) Did you do that purposely?
ORAC: You will not disconnect.
VILA: Is that right?
(he tries to unplug the activator again)
VILA: Ow! That hurts!
ORAC: The bridge is almost complete. You will not disconnect.
[Zondar moon disc gardens]
(Blake, Jenna and Avon plant sensors around the moon disc gardens. Avon hears a guard on an overlooking ridge and shoots him down. He then runs up to the top of the ridge and knocks another guard down to the bottom)
AVON: Next, please.
HANNA: This is silly. It's just a machine.
VILA: Of course it is. If it wasn't so expensive, I'd kick it to pieces.
BEK: Yes, ...if it didn't bite.
GAN: Avon'll fix it when he gets back.
ORAC: The bridge is complete.
VILA: What? What did he say?
GAN: Something's wrong.
VILA: No, that wasn't it.
ZEN: Information. Liberator is losing power from all systems. Orbital maintenance is threatened.
GAN: Switch off all auxiliary systems.
ZEN: Power drain is increasing. Orbit is decaying.
VILA: What's happening?
GAN: Switch to main boosters. Zen!
ZEN: Automatic flight control is now aborted.
GAN: The manual controls won't respond.
VILA: Do something, Gan.
(the lights dim)
GAN: Something's draining off the power.
VILA: Orac, it has to be Orac.
GAN: Disconnect him, Vila. ...Do it! We're heading towards the atmosphere. We'll burn up, ...explode.
HANNA: Here, let me.
(she tries to unplug the activator and is thrown to the floor by an electrical discharge)
BEK: Hanna! ...She's dead. ...That thing killed her.
(Vila holds Bek away from Orac)
VILA: Don't do it. It'll kill you too!
GAN [OC]: We're falling towards the atmosphere!
[Zondar shallow canyon]
(Blake hears two guards coming and hides in a defile. After they pass he continues along the canyon)
(Vila, Gan and Bek are pressed onto their backs as Liberator spirals towards the planet)
(eight moon discs have gathered near the comatose Cally. Soft voices call her name. While her body lies still a ghost-like image of her sits up)
CALLY: (telepathic) Hello.
ORAC: You cannot stop me, child of Auron.
CALLY: (telepathic) Then why do you threaten me?
(the ghost-like image stands up and is holding a moon disc)
ORAC: Orac is my bridge. You stand before it, puny telepath.
CALLY: (telepathic) Yes, I know you now. My powers are in your dimension, and Orac's carrier waves are your bridge.
ORAC: The energy is building. I am ready to cross. Hungry dark to absorb the blazing suns.
CALLY: (telepathic) I will deny you.
ORAC: You are alone.
CALLY: (telepathic) No. The warmth you mock me with is here.
(she holds out the moon disc)
CALLY: (telepathic) I am not alone. You will stay in your universe of darkness.
ORAC: You will not disconnect. You will not dis...
(On Liberator Cally's image-hand unplugs the activator and it appears in her real hand on Zondar. She sits up and then gets up)
GAN: We're getting power. The power's coming back.
VILA: Orac! The key's gone.
(Blake and Avon throw two guards into a pond)
JENNA: There's two more over there.
BLAKE: (into bracelet) Vila, bring us up now.
(they teleport out)
(Cally finds her bracelet)
CALLY: (into bracelet) Liberator, come in Liberator.
VILA: (on communicator) Cally, what're you doing down there?
CALLY: Waiting to come up...
(looking at the activator)
(she teleports out)
[Liberator in orbit]
BEK: So it was an alien lifeform that killed her?
CALLY: Yes. It was trying to use Orac as a bridge to cross from it's own universe into ours.
JENNA: That's why it needed so much power.
BLAKE: But a quantum jump would need much more energy potential than Liberator could develop.
AVON: The explosion in the planet's atmosphere would have provided the rest.
BLAKE: Yes, I hadn't thought of that.
VILA: So you see, Bek, this thing tapped into Orac's channels, sucked up all his energy, so that it could come squirting out and swallow us all.
AVON: The plain man's guide to alien invasions.
VILA: But, where did Cally fit in? Why did it attack you, Cally?
CALLY: I was a threat to it. I knew it was there because of my telepathy. Orac uses special communication waves, which pass into another dimension, and it is the same dimension that allows thought transference.
JENNA: Orac's telepathic?
CALLY: No, telepathy is conscious. Orac has no consciousness in that dimension. He merely ...drives a beam though it. Which is why he could be controlled by this force.
BLAKE: And why you couldn't. You fought it telepathically.
CALLY: Yes. Once the moon discs had broken through my isolation, as soon as I was no longer all alone I could fight it.
VILA: But what about the key? How did you get Orac's key while he was up here and you were down there? Long arms?
AVON: The power to move objects by thought alone. ...That seems unlikely.
CALLY: Yes, it does. Even among my people such power is rare. Maybe ...the moon discs? Their telepathy gave me courage. Perhaps it gave me strength, too.
GAN: So, either we all become telepathic, or we dump Orac.
JENNA: Destroy rather than dump, surely.
BEK: I'll do it.
AVON: It isn't necessary.
BLAKE: Will it work?
AVON: Of course it'll work. I have set a small disruption bomb to precise limits within Orac's energy range. Any variation above or below and there will be a rather satisfying little explosion. The slightest attempt to tamper with the communication channels will reduce Orac to a heap of spare parts.
BEK: So Hanna died for nothing. Just her! Even that machine survives.
BLAKE: I'm sorry, Bek.
AVON: She was dying anyway.
BEK: Oh I know, yes. Just another dreamhead. But what about the low-life scum that really killed her? What about the Terra Nostra?
BLAKE: That is who we're waiting for now.
GAN: We're what?
BLAKE: We want them to realise that we know who they are.
AVON: This is the ID of a guard I killed. He was a member of Federation Security, a very special member. He was one of the President's personal security force.
BLAKE: The President of the Federation runs the Shadow operation.
AVON: And since Shadow is the basis of the Terra Nostra...
GAN: I don't believe it.
BLAKE: It's quite logical. To have total control, you must control totally. Both sides of the law. The Terra Nostra, the Federation. Two sides of the same power. The same man of power.
AVON: Ironic, isn't it? We were hoping to use the Terra Nostra to attack the Federation only to discover that it is already being used to support it.
VILA: Where are all the good guys?
BLAKE: You could be looking at them.
AVON: What a very depressing thought.
AVON: Whose is this?
(he picks up tray of sand with a moon disc on it)
JENNA: Is it alive?
JENNA: I thought they died if they left the planet.
CALLY: No. You have to talk to them.
AVON: That's like talking to Vila, a complete waste of time.
(the disc moves towards Cally's hand)
BLAKE: When we've finished here, we'll get you back to Space City.
BEK: What for? There's nothing left there.
BLAKE: Well, it's your territory. At least you know who you're fighting now.
BEK: Who have I got left to fight for?
BLAKE: I'll give you three years, ...then I'll come looking. I expect you to be able to help me.
ZEN: Information. Detectors report seven Federation pursuit ships approaching in attack formation.
BLAKE: Seven? One for each of us. How very generous of the President.
AVON: Blasters are cleared for firing, sensors are functioning, planetary targets are identified and ranged.
BLAKE: Wait a minute, Avon. Bek, that button burns the President's garden. It won't hurt him much, but ...it'll sting a bit. Stand by to take us out Jenna when it's done.
(Bek leans across to press the button)