Horizon
Original Airdate: January 30, 1979

[Federation freighter in transit]

(Vila and Jenna's faces are shown against a starfield)

[Liberator in flight]

[Flight deck]

(Cally, holding a card of tablets, gives Blake a glass of clear liquid which he drinks)
BLAKE: Thank you. Tell me the bad news first
CALLY: Your headaches are from the same source as Vila's stomach cramps and Avon's back pains. Over-stress.
BLAKE: Rubbish. I'm all right.
CALLY: No, you're not. None of us are. We're all in an early stage of fatigue shock. Too many crises. Too many calls on our physical and mental reserves. All of us are dangerously exhausted.
AVON: We're also a long way out and still running. Why?
JENNA: We lost those patrol ships ages ago.
VILA: We lost everything ages ago. Nothing comes this far out.
BLAKE: So we're free for the time being anyway.
VILA: This is freedom? I'm ...I'm going blind staring at these detectors.
AVON: Why are we here, Blake?
CALLY: We need rest soon.
VILA: Absolutely right. What I wouldn't give for a week at one of the old Federation Rest Centres. Sensory ecstasy hours, pleasure machines. Oh...
CALLY: You have to accept these findings.
BLAKE: I accept them. But where are we going to find a centre that will take us in for a month's rest and rehabilitation?
VILA: Well, that shouldn't be a problem. I mean, what's the point of being famous if you can't get a last minute booking?
ZEN: Information. Manual detectors are showing Federation freighter on collision course.
BLAKE: Vila!
ZEN: Repeat, Federation freighter on collision course.
VILA: He's right.
BLAKE: Zen, how far away?
(the freighter goes across the viewscreen)
ZEN: Five hundred spacials.
BLAKE: Course and speed for avoidance?
ZEN: Standard by one-half. Vector one-one-zero.
BLAKE: Jenna.
JENNA: Standard by one-half. Vector one-one-zero.
BLAKE: Estimated nearest on that course, Zen.
ZEN: One hundred and fifty spacials.
BLAKE: Will the freighter have us on his detectors?
ZEN: Negative. Freighter is operating minimum scan.
AVON: What's a freighter doing this far out? He's in Zone Eight already. Where the hell is he going?
BLAKE: Zen, plot of the freighter's course?
ZEN: Freighter's course is one-oh-four grid.
BLAKE: That'll take him into Zone Nine.
AVON: So we are free of the Federation?
BLAKE: Persistent, aren't they?
AVON: Let's just get out of his way.
BLAKE: It was you that asked the question. Where are they going? We're hiding, already on the edge of the spiral rim. He's going further out. ...Zen, give us a course and speed where we can observe out of range of the freighter's detectors.
AVON: I'm sorry I mentioned it.
VILA: Aren't we all?
(the freighter crosses the viewscreen in the opposite direction)
ZEN: The freighter's present course will take it into Zone Nine in four hours at present speed.
BLAKE: Where in Zone Nine?
ZEN: The freighter is on course for the only habitable planet in Zone Nine.
BLAKE: Which is?
ZEN: Code-named Horizon.
BLAKE: 'Horizon'?
AVON: Code-named by whom?
ZEN: Data was obtained via Federation cipher. Data also suggests that it is visited annually by a Federation supply freighter.
BLAKE: Carrying what?
ZEN: There is no information.
BLAKE: What are the surface conditions on Horizon?
ZEN: Negative information.
BLAKE: Population?
ZEN: Negative information.
BLAKE: Well, is there any information on Horizon?
ZEN: Negative.
BLAKE: Well, is the information on Horizon classified?
ZEN: Negative information.
VILA: Well, that was a whole lot of nothing.
JENNA: Course, please.
BLAKE: Maintain present course.
JENNA: If you insist.
CALLY: You're not going to follow the freighter all the way to Horizon?
BLAKE: Why not? I'm curious.
AVON: Oh, you are curious. Well, I'm glad we have a worthwhile purpose.
BLAKE: Doesn't it interest you a little?
AVON: No. There's nothing out there. We are on the edge. Even Zen has nothing on it. That could mean anything. An experimental war zone, anything.
BLAKE: That freighter's gone to Horizon for some good reason.
AVON: Which is more than you can say for us.

[Teleport room]

(Gan is working at the console, Orac is nearby, Cally comes in)
CALLY: How is the lesson?
GAN: Difficult.
CALLY: Well, Orac isn't exactly the ideal teacher.
GAN: Well, I'm not exactly the ideal pupil.
ORAC: That is because you are too easily distracted.

[Flight deck]

ZEN: Planet visual is now available.
(Horizon is on the viewscreen)
JENNA: Still holding course, standard by two.
BLAKE: Freighter's speed?
ZEN: Time distort six.
BLAKE: Freighter's planetfall?
ZEN: Twenty-three minutes at present speed.
JENNA: Any course correction?
BLAKE: No, hold course as plotted.
JENNA: Holding course as plotted. Blake, I'm tired. Can I go on automatics?
BLAKE: No. Well, who knows what we might run into?
AVON: What's that?
(on the viewscreen the freighter triggers a pair of concentric radiating rings)
BLAKE: Well, whatever it is the freighter has sailed right through it.
AVON: It doesn't mean we will. Pull back. Blake!
(Blake pushes a button)
BLAKE: The force wall is activated. Zen, have you any information on Horizon's defences?
ZEN: Negative.
VILA: There's a surprise.
(the viewscreen erupts with violent flashing accompanied by a loud clattering sound. The flashing light is happening throughout the ship)

[Teleport room]

(Gan is holding Orac steady)
GAN: Orac, what's going on?
ORAC: The Liberator is being attacked. The force wall has been activated. We are quite safe ...for the moment anyway.
GAN: Glad you think so? Oh...

[Flight deck]

(the crew are bracing themselves)
CALLY: What is it?
VILA: Judgment Day.
AVON: It's a magnetic barrier. Get out now. I told you it could be an experimental war zone.
(Liberator passes through the rings)
VILA: Oh, I think I've got the bends. I have, I definitely have.
(he collapses onto the couch. Blake is already seated rubbing his stomach)
BLAKE: Zen, check systems status.
ZEN: Confirmed.
AVON: The magnetic barrier must have triggered automatically. The freighter was impervious to it, therefore its fuselage must've been demagnetised. Ours hasn't. If it hadn't been for the force wall, we would be a cloud of agitated atoms.
VILA: I wish I was a cloud of agitated atoms!
(Cally is applying an instrument to Vila's left arm)
CALLY: Stabiliser shot. Now keep still.
VILA: What was that?
CALLY: One-third adrenalin, two-thirds soma.
VILA: Soma, eh? I think I'll bottle it ...and make myself a fortune.
CALLY: He'll be sleepy now for about half an hour.
AVON: That will be nice.
ZEN: All systems intact. Energy loss from force wall zero point one-seven.
(communicator bleeps)
JENNA: (into communicator) Jenna.
GAN: (on communicator) Do you need any help?
JENNA: How are you feeling?
GAN: Fine but...
JENNA: Well stand by, I might need you.
(there is a succession of beeps)
BLAKE: Zen, what was that, permission to land?
ZEN: Affirmative.
AVON: It's all negative, the whole thing.
BLAKE: Jenna, stay on manual, speed standard by half.
JENNA: Right. Are you going down?
BLAKE: Not yet. Zen, what's the freighter's position?
ZEN: Freighter approaching landing site on Horizon. Scanner grid reference one-one-four.
AVON: He's landing. Now we can be off, right?
BLAKE: Jenna, stationary orbit. Then switch to automatics.
AVON: Wrong. Zen, plot us a standby course out of here. You do want a standby course out, don't you?
BLAKE: Yes, of course I do. Thank you, Avon.
ZEN: Standby course being prepared.
AVON: Read out.
ZEN: Confirmed.
BLAKE: Cally, what's the medical situation?
CALLY: Well, I've told you, we're all over-stressed. We've been in space flight and space crises a long time.
BLAKE: Well, what about the old adrenalin and soma?
CALLY: Well, that's the trouble. We're practically living on it. What we need are some natural relaxants, non-stress situations for a start. You know, we still have nervous systems.
BLAKE: I wonder what Horizon's like. It might be just what we need.
CALLY: You're not going down there?
BLAKE: Yes, I think I will. Jenna, I want you to come with me.
JENNA: Right. (into communicator) Gan, take over, will you?
CALLY: But I could come...
BLAKE: No. Zen, take us in to within teleport range ...two miles from the landing field at grid reference one-oh-two. What are the surface conditions?
ZEN: Detectors indicate that surface conditions are tolerable ...breathable atmosphere.

[Liberator approaching Horizon]

[Teleport room]

(communicator bleeps)
GAN: (on communicator) Teleport range is confirmed.
BLAKE: (into communicator) All right Gan. Anything on the detectors?
GAN: Not a thing.

[Flight deck]

GAN: (into communicator) We're all alone up here.
BLAKE: (on communicator) Well, make sure we stay that way.
GAN: I'll try not to drop off.

[Teleport room]

JENNA: Well, that's all right, assuming they haven't got a fix on us from the ground by now.
BLAKE: No, it'd be raining plasma bolts if they had.
JENNA: Why exactly are we going down?
BLAKE: The Resistance needs a base, Jenna.
(Jenna gives him a bracelet)
BLAKE: Thank you. Somewhere to operate from.
JENNA: And this could be it?
BLAKE: Well, it's as good as any other. We know the Federation only visit it once a year. It's on the edge of the spiral rim. Oh, hell, I'm tired of running, Jenna. We must get at least one planet behind us.
JENNA: And why are you taking me with you?
BLAKE: I trust you to back me.
JENNA: Thanks. But there's more to it than that, you were very deliberate.
BLAKE: Covering the angles.
JENNA: Well, how do you mean?
BLAKE: Avon might run.
(Avon has come in and listens)
BLAKE: But he probably won't without a first-class pilot. He, um, plays the percentages.
JENNA: Unlike you.
BLAKE: Hm.
AVON: I am ready if you are.
BLAKE: Put us down.

[Horizon surface]

(Blake and Jenna materialise in a rocky terrain with lush, steamy vegetation)
BLAKE: (into bracelet) Down and safe. Can't see anyone around. Out. (to Jenna) Come on.
(a scanner hidden in a plant detects them and rotates, following them)

[Palace throne room]

(Ro comes in and operates a remote control laying on the throne. A screen is projected onto the wall. Blake and Jenna come into view)
JENNA: (on screen) ...right when she says we're out of condition.
BLAKE: (on screen) What?
JENNA: I said 'Cally's right when she says we're out of condition'.
RO: (into communicator) Guard. Strangers in Theta Section. Take them.
GUARD: (on screen) Yes sir. (to Federation guards and a native) Theta Section, quickly.

[Horizon surface]

(Blake and Jenna look down into a ravine. Natives, supervised by guards, are loading a basket that has descended on a rope)
BLAKE: Careful.
JENNA [OC}: What are they doing?
BLAKE [OC]: Mining, I suppose.

[Palace throne room]

(Ro watches on the screen)
BLAKE: (on screen into bracelet) Liberator, there seem to be some sort of mines here. ...Federation guards everywhere. We'll keep in touch.
(Ro continues to watch)
BLAKE [OC]: Come on.

[Horizon surface]

(guards and the native have located Blake and Jenna. The native, from cover, uses darts from a blowpipe to incapacitate them)

[Palace throne room]

RO: (into communicator) What are those things on their wrists?
GUARD: (on screen) Some sort of communicator, sir.
RO: Bring them both to the palace. Remove the communicators first.
GUARD: Yes sir.

[Teleport room]

(Vila is drinking from a glass of green liquid)
GAN: What's happening?
AVON: Nothing. They should've called in again by now.
(Vila is looking and sounding very soporific)
VILA: Maybe they found a Rest and Rehabilitation Centre and they're laying there ...soaking up the sunrays.
GAN: You're fit again, I see.
VILA: Oh, I never felt better. I'd be happier if this vitamin solution had a slug of soma in it.
(Cally comes in)
VILA: Any chance, Cally?
CALLY: What?
VILA: A slug of soma ...from the medical supplies?
CALLY: I think they're in trouble.
AVON: You just think so?
CALLY: I feel it.
AVON: Wonderful. We have all the resources of Zen, Orac, and the Liberator, and you feel that they are in trouble. You do not feel it, you reason it. They have not called in, therefore they must be in trouble. You don't have to be telepathic to know that.
VILA: Oh, come on, Avon, give the girl a chance. I'd say she knows a few things that even you don't understand. Well, ...I'd say so, anyway.
AVON: A fifth-grade ignorant, and you would say so, would you?
VILA: Well, I never had a chance, did I? I chose the wrong parents.
CALLY: I'm going down.
VILA: You can't do that, Cally.
CALLY: They are in trouble. Someone must go down.
GAN: I'll go.
VILA: Gan'll go.
GAN: Vila will go with me, won't you Vila?
VILA: Will I?
GAN: Well, It'd be stupid to go on my own, and you wouldn't want to send Cally in your place, would you?
VILA: Probably not. What about you?
AVON: What about me?
VILA: Why don't you go?
AVON: You are expendable.
VILA: And you're not?
AVON: No, I am not. I am not expendable, I'm not stupid, and I'm not going.
GAN: I'll get the guns.

[Palace rack anteroom]

(Blake and Jenna are strapped to racks)
BLAKE: Oh...
RO: Who are you?
BLAKE: Who are you?
RO: Why have you come here?
BLAKE: I don't remember being given a choice. Who are you?
RO: I'm Ro. I rule this planet.
BLAKE: Do you? I thought it was a Federation colony.
RO: I dislike the word 'colony'.
BLAKE: Which word would you prefer?
RO: I rule here, and you're my prisoners.
BLAKE: I dislike the word 'prisoner'.
JENNA: Oh...
BLAKE: Are you all right?
JENNA: Blake.
RO: Your name is Blake. How did you get here? How did you get through the barrier?
BLAKE: I'll ask you again. Is this a Federation colony?
RO: I am my own man. I'll have you killed unless you answer my questions.
BLAKE: You sound like a Federation man.
RO: Are you against the Federation?
BLAKE: Well what do you think?
RO: I think you are, yes.
BLAKE: Does the Federation frighten you?
RO: Of course not.
JENNA: Then you must be part of it.
RO: ...You're Resisters. You are, aren't you?
JENNA: No one resists the Federation.
RO: I don't want to hurt you.
BLAKE: You already have.
RO: Others may do more. You'd be wise to tell me. Be sensible.
BLAKE: What others? The ones that came on the Federation freighter?
RO: What do you know about them?

[Palace throne room]

(the Assistant Kommissar clicks his fingers and three female natives shuffle out)
ASSISTANT: I've been stuck in this pesthole for two years.
KOMMISSAR: Two somewhat unproductive years.
ASSISTANT: Not my fault.
KOMMISSAR: You are the Colonial Service representative.
ASSISTANT: Ro is not easy to deal with.
KOMMISSAR: Well, when he was a pupil at the C.E.C. I found him quite ...malleable.
ASSISTANT: Yes? Well, I think you may find he's changed a bit since then. He's not exactly a pupil now, and you're no longer a teacher.
KOMMISSAR: I think you'll find my relationship with Ro is unchanged. To him I shall always be a respected tutor, just as to you I shall always be a respected superior.
(Ro comes in)
RO: Kommissar.
KOMMISSAR: Ro! It has been too long.
RO: An unlooked for pleasure. I welcome your return to my planet.
KOMMISSAR: I would've come sooner, ...pressure of office.
RO: And we are far from the Federation's heart?
KOMMISSAR: But not from mine, ...which pains me that all is not well with you.
RO: In what way, Kommissar?
KOMMISSAR: The quotas have fallen far short of what we had hoped. The Assistant Kommissar will have put this to you, I think?
RO: He has.
KOMMISSAR: Well, we can talk about that. He also tells me you have visitors.
RO: Yes.
KOMMISSAR: Show me.
(the screen comes on showing pictures of Blake and Jenna)
RO: The man's called Blake.
KOMMISSAR: How did the spaceship get here?
ASSISTANT: Something triggered the shield. It should've been destroyed. Obviously, it wasn't.
KOMMISSAR: Then plainly they have a forcefield of some kind, ...very advanced technically.
RO: What do you suggest, Kommissar?
KOMMISSAR: What else have you found out about them?
RO: There are others on their ship.
KOMMISSAR: Yes?
RO: I think they're Resisters.
KOMMISSAR: Really? I've heard of people who resist. I've never seen one before. This could be interesting. Let us begin.
ASSISTANT [OC]: Sir?
KOMMISSAR: With your permission, of course. ...I take it I have your permission?
RO: Yes, of course.

[Horizon surface]

(Vila and Gan materialise. Vila falls of a rock and is caught by Gan)
VILA: Ah! Sorry.
GAN: (into bracelet) Down safe ...in a sort of cavern. We'll climb out and find a better view. I'll call back every three minutes. ...Out.
(a scanner detects them)

[Palace rack anteroom]

(the racks are glowing red and green and emitting a hypnotic drone)
BLAKE: Look at me, Jenna. Concentrate! The whole idea is ...is to disorientate you.
JENNA: It doesn't seem to help.
BLAKE: When they ask questions, pretend you're dizzy.
JENNA: I am dizzy!
BLAKE: Concentrate! They can't keep this up for much longer.
JENNA: Oh!
BLAKE: Jenna! All right you can stop. She's passed out.
(the racks are switched off)
KOMMISSAR: So you're a Resister. Some malfunction of the genes, I suppose. It throws up a Resister about every hundred thousand. Mostly they're detected in infancy.
BLAKE: I was a late developer.
KOMMISSAR: And the young woman? Oh, don't force me to repeat the treatment. (to Assistant Kommissar) Bring the girl around. (to Blake) The damage to her will be extensive ...and permanent. ...You don't care, I see.
(the Assistant Kommissar gives her an injection)
KOMMISSAR: Very well. Double the input of the disorientor.
RO: It'll kill them ...before we know anything about them.
KOMMISSAR: They'll talk before then. Of course, the decision is yours. ...We await your orders, Ro.
(Ro nods and the racks are switched back on)
BLAKE: Hang on, Jenna!

[Horizon surface]

VILA: What is it?
GAN: I thought I heard something.
(guards and the native are tracking them. The native uses his blowpipe again. Gan needs a second dart to make him collapse)

[Palace rack anteroom]

BLAKE: All right. All right, I'll talk.
(the racks are switched off)
BLAKE: I'll talk (to Ro) to you. ...The people work in your mines ...are slaves. What is the death rate?
RO: It's high.
KOMMISSAR: But not unacceptable.
RO: As you say, Kommissar.
BLAKE: Why do you listen to this man? He is a servant, ...a lackey of the Federation. Send him home.
RO: But the Federation are our friends.
BLAKE: The Federation have all planets in slavery. You are their representative.
RO: You don't understand.
BLAKE: The ore is important to them, that much I understand.
RO: It's important to us all. It's needed for the latest ...hyperspaceships that will send men into new galaxies. We're one of the only two planets with a rich seam of Monopasium two-three-nine
BLAKE: Oh, Monopasium two-three-nine. No wonder your workers die.
RO: Well, I wish it weren't necessary, but only ten percent die, ...the Primitives.
BLAKE: Well, aren't they human beings, Ro?
RO: The Primitives? Every one a Primitive, working at the mines this very moment. Except...
BLAKE: When you are all dead, Ro, the Federation will use this as a booster planet to extend their empire further. With their new ships, with your fuel. You are digging your own graves, Ro. They code-named this place 'Horizon'. It's an horizon you will never cross.
KOMMISSAR: You see, Ro? You see how these people work? He tells you we are your enemy. How can that be? Without us you'd all be living in caves, as you were when the Federation first colonised you.
RO: We may have lived in caves, but we did have our own culture, ...and our own weapons, which still have their uses.
KOMMISSAR: You have no part of that now. You're one of us. At the Central Educational Complex, you were my most able scholar. The graduation order you wear was my personal gift.
RO: I've not forgotten. I'm very proud of it, Kommissar.
KOMMISSAR: Sometimes you don't behave as if you are. Behave like a ruler, Ro, not a savage. Hm? (to Blake) Now, I want details of the spaceship and crew, and I want you to tell them to land.
(a native has come in and the Assistant Kommissar talks to him)
BLAKE: Not a chance.
ASSISTANT: Sir.
KOMMISSAR: (to Ro) I'll be back.
RO: Oh ...yes, Kommissar.
(the Kommissars leave)
BLAKE: 'Yes, Kommissar. No, Kommissar'. They've made you one of them. You're bought and sold, aren't you? Well, I shouldn't be surprised. I was told before I came here.
RO: Who by? Who said that?
BLAKE: One of your subjects, I presume. At least he spoke of Monopasium two-three-nine, and he spoke of someone called Ro. His name was Paura. But he didn't call this place 'Horizon'.
RO: Silmareno.
BLAKE: That's right.
RO: The name's forbidden. You can't cling to the past. Paura shouldn't have spoken it.
BLAKE: Huh! He probably thought he had nothing to lose ...under the circumstances.
RO: Circumstances?
BLAKE: He was on a Federation convict ship.
RO: Paura?! But I was told that...
BLAKE: What were you told?
RO: He was ...on a training course.
BLAKE: We were on the same course. It led to a Federation prison colony Cygnus Alpha. Only Paura never reached there. He died. They dumped his body in space.
RO: He was my friend. ...He must have misbehaved in some way. That's not my fault.
BLAKE: I think it is. You know it is.
JENNA: Oh...
BLAKE: Jenna.
JENNA: Oh, my head.
(Ro brings her a small mug)
RO: Here.
JENNA: What is it?
RO: Plain water, ...from a stream.
JENNA: Probably full of lethal bacteria. ...Thank you. ...It tastes all right.
RO: (to Blake) You want some?
BLAKE: Thank you. You are a human being after all.
(Blake drinks from the mug)
RO: My people are poor and ignorant. I'm helping them to better themselves.
BLAKE: How did your father die, Ro?
RO: What?
BLAKE: In a Federation prison colony too?
RO: No. In an accident.
BLAKE: Paura told me that your father would never have made his people slaves as you have done.
RO: You're lying. Paura wouldn't have said that. He was my friend. He understood the needs of my people.
BLAKE: Perhaps better than you do.
(the Kommissars return)
KOMMISSAR: Ro. Two more have been taken. They're being dealt with.
RO: What about these two?
KOMMISSAR: Put them to work. It'll soon bring them to their senses. They'll be begging to help us before three time units are up.

[Mine]

(as a guard passes through Blake and Jenna are working with natives mining the rock and filling baskets with it. Jenna speaks to the native she is working with)
JENNA: What's your name?
SELMA: I'm Selma. I'm not one of these people. I was to marry Ro.
JENNA: So what are you doing here?
SELMA: The Kommissar advised him to send me for training or whatever they call it. I refused to become what they wanted so I was sent here.
JENNA: How long have you got to stay here?
SELMA: Until I accept or until I die, and I shall die in thirty time units, from radioactivity.
(a guard puts down a large bowl)
GUARD: Food.
(the natives descend on it)
PRIMITIVE: Wait!
(Selma is allowed access to a couple of handfuls. The natives then resume devouring the contents)
BLAKE: Leave it! ...One handful, one at a time. ...You. ...Now you.

[Palace throne room]

(Ro is watching Selma on the scanner screen when the Kommissar comes in)
KOMMISSAR: I thought you'd forgotten her.
(Ro switches off the screen)
RO: No. Is it true my friend Paura died on a prison ship?
KOMMISSAR: No, of course not.
RO: The Resister said so.
KOMMISSAR: Yes, I heard the report.
RO: ...How did my father die?
KOMMISSAR: You know how he died.
RO: You wouldn't lie to me?
KOMMISSAR: Of course I wouldn't lie to you. We are as brothers, you and I.
RO: ...What about the other two? What did we get from them? One of them needed two darts!
KOMMISSAR: There was no telling when he'd regain consciousness so I had the guard hang him up as a warning.
RO: The other one?
KOMMISSAR: He's in here.

[Palace rack anteroom]

(Vila is on a rack)
KOMMISSAR: ...He's a common thief, he confessed at once. The spaceship is heavily protected by a forcefield but the man is ignorant, he knows nothing of its technical capacity.
RO: What are you going to do with him?
KOMMISSAR: Put him to work. It seems he's never done any in his life.
VILA: Work?

[Liberator in space]

[Teleport room]

(Cally comes in holding a thin transparent sheet)
CALLY: Orac, where did you get this information?
(Avon takes the sheet)
ORAC: I was instructed to obtain anything relating to the planet. The data was obtained by cross-referencing prisoner and execution lists. It is standard procedure.
AVON: I don't see that it makes any difference now.
(Cally takes back the sheet)
CALLY: Well, Blake could find it very useful.
AVON: A little late, surely.
CALLY: They aren't dead.
AVON: How do you know?
CALLY: I know.
AVON: Yes.
CALLY: I tell you, I know.
AVON: I think we should get out. I have a standby plot, I can put the ship on auto, Zen can fly us out. We can get away, Cally.
CALLY: I'm going down.
AVON: ...You're a fool.
CALLY: Avon, I'm going down. This information could be vital.
AVON: Listen, the others have vanished. They didn't even have time to call in. The only possible conclusion to draw from that is that they are dead.
CALLY: They aren't dead.

[Mine]

(Blake, Jenna and Vila are amongst a throng of natives moving the full baskets)
VILA: This is what I've been trying to avoid all me life.
BLAKE: Yeah, well don't worry ...it won't last forever.
VILA: So you say.

[Horizon surface]

(Cally materialises)
CALLY: (into bracelet) Down. ...There's no sign of anyone else. ...I'll keep in constant contact.

[Mine]

BLAKE: You've got thirty time units. This stuff's radioactive.
(Vila drops his basket)
VILA: What?
GUARD: Pick that up.
VILA: It's even worse than I thought. Look.
(Gan is being spread-eagled against a rock face outside the mine)

[Teleport room]

CALLY: (on communicator) Nothing to report yet.
AVON: (into communicator) Make it every half-minute.
CALLY: Right.
AVON: Orac, have you obtained any further information on the planet Horizon?
ORAC: No.
AVON: Why not?
ORAC: Is that a serious question?
AVON: No.
ORAC: Please do not waste my time.
AVON: (into communicator) Cally. ...Are you there? ...Are you there? ...Cally!
(he switches off communicator)
AVON: And then there was one. ...Orac, no further information is required on the planet Horizon.
(he unplugs the activator)
AVON: ...I think it's time to leave.

[Palace rack anteroom]

(Cally is on a rack)
CALLY: Was it ...was it you? Were you the executioner?
KOMMISSAR [OC}: Your companions are still alive.
CALLY: I feel it. ...You killed him. ...You killed him because he would not obey you.
KOMMISSAR: What is she talking about?
RO: She's a mystic, I think. I've seen this amongst my own people.
KOMMISSAR: Rubbish. That stuff belongs to your tribal past.
CALLY: His father. You killed his father.
KOMMISSAR: We're wasting time.
RO: What?
KOMMISSAR: She's deranged. It's the poison from your darts, it's affecting her.
RO: How could she know about my father? She's never seen him, never heard of him. How can she know he's dead?
KOMMISSAR: A guess.
CALLY: Movo knew you for what you were.
RO: She knows his name.
CALLY: (to Ro) He killed your father. He did it with his own hands, (telepathic) and take great care ...he will kill you unless you kill him first.
KOMMISSAR: Take her to the others. Let her use her mystic powers on them.
RO: Treat her gently! She has ...great gifts.
KOMMISSAR: You know I sometimes think you're still half savage after all.
RO: Perhaps I am.
KOMMISSAR: She'll be dead soon. ...They all will.
RO: Yes, I know.

[Palace throne room]

(Selma is on the screen)
RO: I must make a decision about Selma. If she is to die, it mustn't be there, ...like that.
KOMMISSAR: She is a bad influence. She was dismissed from the Federation Training Complex for disobedience. She tried to make trouble here against the Federation. It is best to leave her where she is.
RO: You're forever telling me to behave like a ruler, when I do, you say I'm wrong!
KOMMISSAR: Yes, that's true. Very well. Tell them to release her. But don't blame me when you find it's a mistake.
RO: I will decide. ...If I decide she is to die, ...I'll order it to be done quickly.
(as Ro leaves the Assistant Kommissar comes in)
KOMMISSAR: Have you sent the girl off?
ASSISTANT: Yes sir. She ...makes me uneasy.
KOMMISSAR: Superstition.
ASSISTANT: Oh I ...I realise that.
KOMMISSAR: Goes very deep with some, I know.
ASSISTANT: Then ...how did she know?
KOMMISSAR: Obviously she's had access to the records at some time.
ASSISTANT: Kommissar, why don't we report all this to Federation Central Control?
KOMMISSAR: No.
ASSISTANT: It's the logical thing.
KOMMISSAR: Is it? Is it? Well, for one thing, they're out of signal range. All we could contact from here are some units of Space Security.
ASSISTANT: They could relay your message.
KOMMISSAR: They could.
ASSISTANT: There are certain to be details of these Resisters in the central data banks. Then we would know what we are dealing with.
KOMMISSAR: You're very thoughtful.
ASSISTANT: Simple loyalty, ...Kommissar. I would not wish us to overstep the bounds of our ...duty here.
KOMMISSAR: No. We must not do that.
ASSISTANT: Then I think I must advise Central Control in all our interests.
KOMMISSAR: No. No. I don't need the central data bank. I already know who they are. Blake and his crew are the most sought after criminals in the galaxy.
ASSISTANT: You've known that all along?
KOMMISSAR: Of course.
ASSISTANT: Then why haven't you done anything?
KOMMISSAR: The reward for each of them is generous. Almost as generous as the reward for their spaceship.
ASSISTANT: I have been out of touch.
KOMMISSAR: Besides, I want to tame Blake myself. If he breaks, the others will. He will give us the spaceship. It will be a great achievement.
ASSISTANT: And we get the reward?
KOMMISSAR: I get the reward.
ASSISTANT: What do I get?
KOMMISSAR: My continued support.
ASSISTANT: What about Ro?
KOMMISSAR: Ro will do as I say.
ASSISTANT: He's showing signs of rebellion.
KOMMISSAR: He is not the man his father was.

[Mine]

VILA: When do they let up?
BLAKE: They don't.
GUARD: (to Selma) You, ...come with me.
JENNA: Where are you taking her?
VILA: Does it matter? Can't be any worse than here.
CALLY: Unless she's going to die.
(Blake moves to another part of the mine. A scanner comes up and rotates. Blake speaks into it)
BLAKE: I want to talk with the Kommissar.

[Liberator in space]

[Teleport room]

AVON: If I go alone, can I pilot the Liberator indefinitely?
ORAC: With the help of the automatics, of course you can.
AVON: I know that.
ORAC: Then why did you ask the question?
AVON: I didn't. How long can I maintain myself?
ORAC: Is that a question?
AVON: Yes.
ORAC: We have concentrated food for one person for a thousand years.
AVON: And our power is self-regenerating.
ORAC: Affirmative.
AVON: Can you plot courses to keep out of the range of any known spaceship manned by the Federation?
ORAC: The battle and navigation computers can handle that perfectly adequately.
AVON: I asked if you could.
ORAC: Of course, should it be necessary.
AVON: Failing that, we are powerful enough to resist all but an attack by three Federation pursuit ships at once.
ORAC: Is that a question?
AVON: No. If we go now, we can sail the universe for as long as we like in reasonable safety, provided we keep out of everybody's way and we do not do anything rash.
ORAC: No data available to answer the question ...if it was a question.
AVON: I put it to you as a possibility. I request the odds.
ORAC: The odds would be three point five to one on survival.
AVON: Therefore I do not need Blake, I do not need any of the others...
ORAC: Is that a question?
AVON: ...I do not need anybody at all.
ORAC: Is that a question? I... I... ...I must ask you to be more specific.
AVON: Shut up, Orac.

[Palace throne room]

(Blake comes in. Selma is now resplendent in a blue dress)
KOMMISSAR: As you see, Selma is restored to her proper status, and she can stay here if she's willing to be sensible. You, too, can be restored to civilisation if you're willing and sensible.
BLAKE: I'm glad for her, and for you, Ro. Congratulations. I'm sure your father would have approved.
KOMMISSAR: You asked to talk to me. My Assistant is ready to take a statement.
BLAKE: I've no statement to make, simply a proposition.
KOMMISSAR: And what is that?
BLAKE: Keep me. Take me back to the Federation when you leave Horizon. Let the others go. Otherwise, Liberator will stay out there, and when you try to get away in your slow freighter, it'll destroy you.
RO: Can you do that?
BLAKE: Oh yes.
SELMA: Let them go. Let them all go. They mean us no harm.
KOMMISSAR: We are at your command, Ro.
SELMA: Please, Ro, please.
RO: ...No. Not yet. I am the ruler here. Send him back to the quarry for now.
ASSISTANT: Come along. You heard the ruler.
RO: (to Selma) I'll think about it. ...I said I'll think about it!
KOMMISSAR: Well done, Ro.
RO: They're brave people, ...and they've chosen their own way. You were wrong about Blake ...the Federation doesn't frighten him.

[Flight deck]

(a set of beeps come in)
AVON: Zen, what was that?
ZEN: A message from the Federation freighter on the planet Horizon.
AVON: What did it say? Decode.
ZEN: It is in Federation code nine. Message reads, 'Top priority signal to any Federation pursuit unit, from Kommissar, planet Horizon. Request assistance. Ruler of Horizon unreliable, am disposing of him. Rebel spaceship at grid reference ten by thirteen double-u zed. Request you destroy this spaceship at once. Also inform Federation Central Control of this action. Await confirmation'.
AVON: ...Has anybody else picked it up?
ZEN: Negative.
(more beeps come in)
AVON: Decode.
ZEN: From Federation Pursuit Flotilla Thirteen, to Kommissar, planet Horizon. Message reads, 'Coming to your immediate aid. Regret cannot relay your message to Federation Central Control. They are out of range. Planetfall, two hours from now'.
AVON: How many pursuit ships in Flotilla Thirteen?
ZEN: Three pursuit ships.
(Avon laughs)

[Teleport room]

(Avon is putting on a bracelet)
AVON: What do these detectors look like?
(Avon picks up a device)
ORAC: Logic would suggest they are camouflaged ...in plants.
AVON: Does logic suggest somewhere you can put me down without my being detected?
ORAC: Difficult.
AVON: But?
ORAC: There is a place.
(Avon draws his gun)
AVON: Then get on with it.
ORAC: Activating.

[Horizon surface]

(he materialises in a misty ravine)
AVON: Marvellous.
(he uses the device to find two scanners which he destroys. He destroys another one along the way before spotting Gan at the mine entrance)
AVON: Well, well, well, ...so I'm not alone after all.
(he shoots four guards and narrowly misses Blake as he emerges from the mine)
BLAKE: Missed.

[Palace throne room]

RO: It's a fault on the scanner, that's all.
SELMA: No, it's been switched off. All the scanners in the palace are off, everyone has fled, there is no electronic communication anywhere on Horizon. You know what that means.
RO: They've got everything under control.
SELMA: Are you just going to let them kill you? And me?
RO: Who said we were going to die?.
SELMA: Those people in the spaceship, Ro. ...You have one of their bracelets?
RO: No, guards at the mines have got them.
SELMA: We must try and contact them, they're our only chance. ...Ro!
RO: No, I can't leave the palace. ...You go.
SELMA: But what about you?
RO: Go. Now!
SELMA: I can't.
RO: You must. ...I command it.

[Horizon surface]

(Vila and Gan are distributing bracelets and guns that have been recovered from the guards)
BLAKE: (into bracelet) Orac, teleport us now.

[Teleport room]

AVON: What now?
BLAKE: I want the exact teleport coordinates on that palace.

[Palace rack anteroom]

KOMMISSAR: Ro.
RO: Kommissar. All the scanners are off. Why's that? So I can't call my guards for help?
KOMMISSAR: Selma tried to run away. Did you know?
RO: Where is she?
(the Assistant Kommissar armed with a gun comes in holding Selma)
ASSISTANT: Here.
RO: Let her go.
KOMMISSAR: She's no good to you, Ro. None at all. You must be rid of her. She should not have been brought back to the palace.
RO: You are, I think, mistaken, Kommissar. She means us no harm.
KOMMISSAR: She knows things about the Resisters nobody else knows. She's worked with them. They've told her things about the spaceship. We can still capture it.
RO: She knows nothing.
KOMMISSAR: Ro, remember our work together, the theories I taught you, the strategies. Now they must be practiced. You know we must question her.
RO: I tell you she knows nothing we haven't already been told.
KOMMISSAR: That we can find out. If not...
RO: What do want of me?
KOMMISSAR: Tell her to help us.
RO: ...All right. Why not?
KOMMISSAR: Now you're beginning to act like a ruler.
RO: I try, Kommissar.
KOMMISSAR: Of course you do.
RO: I don't want to be a savage again.
KOMMISSAR: Of course you don't. ...This way.
(he turns towards the throne room)

[Palace throne room]

(the Assistant Kommissar is setting up a small console. Selma is standing there)
KOMMISSAR: Sit down, Ro. (to Assistant Kommissar) The minimum.
(the Assistant Kommissar places Selma's hand on console, lowers the flap over her hand and operates a switch)
SELMA: No, please.
KOMMISSAR: Ro told you about their communicators, didn't you, Ro?
RO: Yes, it didn't seem important.
KOMMISSAR: Very well. Now, Selma, when you were in the mine, what did the Resisters tell you?
SELMA: Nothing!
KOMMISSAR: We need the truth, Selma.
SELMA: Nothing! Nothing!
KOMMISSAR: The truth, Selma.
SELMA: Nothing! They didn't tell me anything!
(She faints)
RO: She'll die if we do more of this. The pain will kill her, won't it?
KOMMISSAR: There's no organic damage, but the pain will kill her, yes. ...Do you care?
RO: No.
KOMMISSAR: You must have felt something. You showed nothing. That means you are learning.
RO: Yes, I hope I am.

[Teleport room]

BLAKE: Have you got the coordinates yet?
AVON: It takes time.
BLAKE: There may not be much time!
AVON: Then stop distracting me.

[Palace rack anteroom]

RO: You're right. I've been foolish. I belong to the Federation.
KOMMISSAR: I'm glad you're coming round to the truth, Ro. It would have hurt me to eliminate you.
RO: You were thinking of that?
KOMMISSAR: Oh yes.
RO: But we are as ...brothers.
KOMMISSAR: Even so, for the good of the Federation...
RO: The Federation.
KOMMISSAR: We should be getting back.
RO: Of course. Can I have a moment? I'm still shaking. My hands are sweating.
KOMMISSAR: It can affect one like that ...the agony of an acquaintance.
RO: Excuse me.
(he leaves)

[Teleport room]

AVON: All right.
BLAKE: About time.

[Palace rack anteroom]

(Ro returns dressed in ceremonial dress. There is the sound of a teleport. The Kommissar spins round. Blake shoots the Assistant Kommissar. Ro menacingly approaches the Kommissar and shoots a dart at him from the blowpipe he is carrying. The Kommissar collapses onto a rack)
RO: You will die. It's the death serum. ...You planned our deaths.
KOMMISSAR: I ...thought ...you ...were one of us, ...Ro...
RO: No, I'm not. Seems I never was.

[Flight deck]

AVON: (into communicator) Blake, where are you? Those pursuit ships will be here in five minutes. We have to be mobile to stand a chance. We're a sitting target here.

[Palace throne room]

BLAKE: (into bracelet) One moment only, Avon. (to Ro and Selma) What about the Federation?
RO: The last of their guards are dying now.
BLAKE: They'll send more, sooner or later.
SELMA: We will fight.
BLAKE: I wish you luck, both of you.
SELMA: Thank you.
RO: You saved my life. While I live, you'll be welcome on Horizon.
BLAKE: Still Horizon?
RO: You can't return to the past.
BLAKE: (into bracelet) Liberator, teleport now. (to Ro and Selma) Good-bye.
RO: Good-bye, Blake.

[Flight deck]

(Blake and Cally come in)
AVON: About time. More last-minute heroics?
BLAKE: I thought that was your strong suit.
JENNA: I have a course ready to go.
BLAKE: Zen, position of those three ships on the main screen.
ZEN: Four hundred spacials, closing at time distort six, line astern.
BLAKE: Line astern? That's new.
AVON: A bright Attack Commander, lining up to hit us in exactly the same spot.
BLAKE: Zen, can we withstand a plasma bolt attack from those three ships?
ZEN: If they hit the same spot they could possibly destroy the Liberator. Battle computers advise against allowing them to do so.
VILA: Let's get out of here!
JENNA: Ready.
BLAKE: Wait. We're already within strike range.
GAN: Well, at least lets make it difficult for them.
BLAKE: Twenty seconds, then hit it, Jenna.
VILA: They'll murder us!
AVON: Blake, they might be protected.
BLAKE: I don't think so, and even if I'm wrong we still have a slim chance.
VILA: A slim chance ...what more could we ask?
(on the viewscreen the pursuit ships are destroyed one at a time)
BLAKE: Jenna, take us out on the standby course.
JENNA: Where are we heading?
BLAKE: Later. Just clear Horizon.
GAN: It was pretty close there for a moment, Blake.
JENNA: Playing the percentages again?
BLAKE: Zen had nothing on Horizon's defences, and Federation Control were keeping the place secret.
AVON: It was reasonable for you to hope that routine pursuit ships would be unprotected, but in future, I would prefer something a little more reliable than hope.
GAN: I mean, just sitting there.
BLAKE: If we'd got underway, they would've changed course.
CALLY: And we thought we were tired before.
VILA: I'll tell you this, though, ...it beats work.

[Liberator leaving orbit]

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