Voice From The Past
Original Airdate: March 13, 1979

[Liberator in flight]

[Rest room]

(the crew, except Vila, are each in separate modes of contemplation, relaxation and exercise. There is a high-pitched whine. Blake suddenly opens his eyes)
CALLY: What's wrong?
BLAKE: That sound, I keep hearing it.
AVON: Hypertension.
BLAKE: A sort of tone oscillation.
CALLY: I heard it, too, ...but it was very faint.
BLAKE: Very probably.
(he leaves)
AVON: These exercises of yours, Cally, do not appear to improve the temper.

[Flight deck]

VILA: Blake, I've just been checking on Del X. It's an ultra planet, fantastic mountain scenery, and the gravity's so low you can practically fly.
BLAKE: Switch to manual.
ZEN: Confirmed
VILA: Also the galaxy's richest known source of atmospheric vita particles. It's paradise.
BLAKE: Resume automatics.
ZEN: Automatics are confirmed.
VILA: Ever been to Del X before, Blake?
(Blake leaves)
VILA: ...Blake? No, Vila, I've never been to Del X, and in bad need of a dose of the vitas, as are we all. Zen, destination time to Del X.
ZEN: Del X course aborted. New course, destination asteroid PK 118. Arrival one-eight-five-five.
VILA: What?
ZEN: Del X course aborted...
VILA: All right, I heard, I heard. I just don't believe it.

[Liberator turning in space]

[Rest room]

VILA: Hey, where's Blake?
JENNA: Why? What's wrong?
VILA: This course change, that's what. We're heading for some nowhere asteroid.
JENNA: Del X.
VILA: Not anymore. Blake's just switched.
AVON: He what!
VILA: Blake!

[Flight deck]

VILA: What about Del X?
CALLY: What about the vita particles?
BLAKE: They can wait.
JENNA: Well, why this asteroid?
AVON: Zen, details of destination.
ZEN: Asteroid PK 118 has diameter of zero point one-zero-two spacials. It was removed from serial orbit five years ago for heurite ore extraction. Mined out in two years and discarded in Beta region. Life support systems, installed by mining company, presumed still functional.
AVON: Presumed?
JENNA: Blake, what about Del X?
AVON: Why are we diverting to some discarded rock? Any reason, Blake, or simply a whim, a guessing game, perhaps?
BLAKE: Priority mission.
AVON: Whose?
VILA: Why?
AVON: Objective?
BLAKE: I command this ship.
AVON: Do you indeed?
JENNA: You lead. We don't take commands.
VILA: You've always explained, given us reasons for things.
AVON: When he had any.
BLAKE: This time I choose not to.
JENNA: But, Blake, if you...
BLAKE: For once just try trusting me.
(Blake leaves)
CALLY: What is this priority of his?
AVON: Exactly. He's used a number of ploys to get his own way, but, 'Just try trusting me,' that's weak even by his standards.
JENNA: But why? Is he sick do you think?
VILA: What?
AVON: Space fatigue?
CALLY: No symptoms of hallucination.
AVON: Well, he's certainly not normal, not even for Blake. Let's find out. Come on, Cally.

[Liberator in flight]

[Rest room]

(Blake is laying down with his eyes closed)
VOICE: Renounce, renounce.
BLAKE: No, never. The cause of freedom...
VOICE: False, an illusion.
BLAKE: No. Freedom. The right to free, the right...
VOICE: The right course is Federation.
BLAKE: Federation? No, the right ...right...
AVON: Cally, what's wrong?
(she shakes her head)
VOICE: Renounce dissidence. Renounce Freedom Party.
BLAKE: Renounce.
VOICE: Renounce dissidence.
BLAKE: Renounce.
VOICE: Renounce Freedom Party.
BLAKE: Renounce.
VOICE: Renounce dissidence.
(Blake suddenly sits upright with his eyes open)
BLAKE: Renounce!
AVON: Blake.
(Avon grabs hold of Blake)
BLAKE: Renounce!
AVON: Easy, easy!
BLAKE: Renounce!
AVON: (to Cally) Tranquilliser pack!
BLAKE: Renounce!
(Cally puts the pack on Blake's forehead and he lays back)
CALLY: No more nightmares.
(as they leave)
CALLY: ...You can sleep now.

[Flight deck]

AVON: You could follow more of that than I could, yes?
CALLY: Well, the dreams seem to involve some sort of persuasion process.
AVON: Another name for it is indoctrination. It's enough to give anyone nightmares. ...'Renounce, renounce'?
CALLY: Also something about a 'Freedom Party'.
JENNA: Well, that's what they called themselves, the group that Blake joined up with.
VILA: And then he did renounce them.
AVON: But not before he had been subjected to the brainwashing that he now seems to be re-experiencing in his dreams.
VILA: But what's this got to do with the asteroid? He wasn't asleep when he rerouted us.
JENNA: Well, maybe that's not related.
CALLY: Well, Jenna, remember there was something else ...earlier, in the rest room.
JENNA: Complaining of some sort of noise.
AVON: A sort of tone, he said.
CALLY: Oscillating. It was there again just now.
AVON: As a part of his nightmare?
CALLY: Yes, I think so.
AVON: And he heard it just before he rerouted us, right? Zen.
VILA: What are you doing?
AVON: If the tone is in some way related to the dream, we must change course back to Del X.
JENNA: No, Avon, try Orac first.
AVON: For?
JENNA: A fuller diagnosis.

[Rest room]

(Cally puts two leads from Orac onto Blake's temples)
CALLY: This is the sensor link
(she removes the tranquilliser pack)
AVON: What now?
CALLY: Wait for the tone. ...Switching into audio.
AVON: Is that it, the tone?
CALLY [OC]: Yes.
AVON: Orac, what do you make of it?
ORAC: Records show audio frequencies related to this range are commonly used by crimino-therapists.
AVON: Of course, ...as trigger signals for hypnotic states, used to condition convicted offenders for memory revision.
(Blake is panting and mouthing 'Renounce'. Cally restores the tranquilliser pack)
AVON: And they would hypnotise them with a combination of drugs and one of these trigger signals. After a little while, a few days, they would no longer need the drugs, the signal itself would be sufficient to keep them under.
CALLY: So could Blake be somehow hypnotising himself? He goes to sleep, he dreams, he hears the tone, and...
AVON: ...and then he awakens under the influence. It doesn't make for the most dependable of leaders, does it? Random course changes to random asteroids.
CALLY: Orac, can this trigger signal be cancelled out?
ORAC: Emergency treatment data recommends dual therapy.
AVON: Dual?
ORAC: Of course, with another human being.
AVON: What?
ORAC: Who must remain conscious so as to monitor approximation to stress threshold.
AVON: You, Cally.
CALLY: Very well.
ORAC: Suggest Jenna.
JENNA: Me? Why me?
ORAC: Closer origins.
CALLY: Well, I'm not all that alien. Come over here, Jenna.
JENNA: (to Orac) Heartless calculator.
AVON: That's just the problem, no heart.
CALLY: Put your head back.
(she a pair attaches a pair leads to Jenna's forehead)
JENNA: Don't I even get a tranquilliser pad?
AVON: The object of this exercise is that you remain conscious. Then you can tell us when he is getting near.
JENNA: Getting near what?
AVON: Threshold.
JENNA: Of insanity you mean.
AVON: Don't overreact. Remember, this is for your beloved leader.
JENNA: Well, I hope Blake appreciates this.
BLAKE: Renounce. Renounce.
ORAC: Renounce what? Tell us what.
BLAKE: Freedom. Freedom Party.
ORAC: Your party. You formed the Freedom Party.
BLAKE: No. Guilty. Guilty.
VOICE: Guilty to all charges. Sentenced to confinement, penal colony Cygnus Alpha, for life. Life, life, life ...
BLAKE: No. Must speak, must listen to me. False. False.
ORAC: False what? False evidence? False trial? False verdict?
BLAKE: No. Guilty.
ORAC: Not as charged. You must believe that, Blake. Believe your innocence.
BLAKE: Guilty.
ORAC: No. Conditioned under hypnosis.
BLAKE: No. No.
ORAC: Yes, Blake. Standard hypnotic procedure, audio pulse signals with visual support...
BLAKE: False.
ORAC: ...diminishing your control so as to wipe out memory.
BLAKE: No. Renounce. False. Renounce. False! Renounce!
(Blake suddenly sits upright again. Avon chops him down)
BLAKE: False!
ORAC: Not false. Standard hypnotic procedure.
(Jenna screams out in pain. Cally comforts her)
(Vila comes in)
VILA: What are you doing? Stop it!
AVON: (To Vila) Help me pull him back.
VILA: You've all gone mad. Stop it.
AVON: Tranquilliser pad.
CALLY: There, Vila.
(Vila applies the pad. Jenna relaxes)
ORAC: A hypnotic illusion to eradicate memory. I repeat, a hypnotic illusion to eradicate memory.
AVON: That inspired intrusion of yours could have sent them over the edge.
VILA: They already were by the sound of them.
AVON: Orac, any progress?
ORAC: Conditioning deeply implanted. Abreaction commenced but interrupted.
AVON: Prognosis?
ORAC: Requires minimum of two hours eradication therapy. Maximum five-minute treatment periods interspersed with one-hour rest periods. Hence, minimum rehabilitation period of twenty-six hours.
JENNA: Oh, no...
AVON: One thing, we restrain him before we try again. Right, Orac?
ORAC: Agreed. Restrainers recommended for subject's safety, plus constant supervision.

[Flight deck]

JENNA: Zen, abort course for asteroid PK 118 and resume course for planet Del X. Confirm with arrival time.
ZEN: Arrival at planet Del X at zero-four-five plus one.

[Liberator turning in space]

[Flight deck]

(Blake is seated in a chair under restraint)
VILA: What is wrong with him?
CALLY: Space fatigue.
VILA: What?
CALLY: Related to the brainwashing they gave him before his trial.
VILA: Nasty.
JENNA: Especially for those privileged to share his nightmare trip with him.
CALLY: (to Jenna) I think a hot drink and a rest.
JENNA: Until it's time for the next bout?
AVON: (to Vila) You ...stay here and keep watch.
VILA: You're in charge now, are you?
AVON: Can you think of anyone more suitable? ...Yourself, perhaps?
VILA: And why not?
(Avon leaves)
VILA: ...I'm as good as you are. ...Better probably.
(he takes the pad off Blake)
VILA: Blake, do you want some water? ...More?
(Blake shakes his head)
BLAKE: Got us back on course for Del X, have they?
VILA: That's right.
(Vila offers Blake some more water)
BLAKE: Not just yet. You know what's happening, don't you?
VILA: Happening?
BLAKE: Avon and Cally.
VILA: What about them?
BLAKE: Paired up. Mutual affinities.
VILA: You mean?
BLAKE: Oh, it's been going on for some time now. I didn't realise it had gone as far as this.
VILA: As what?
BLAKE: Well, why do you think they're so keen to get us to Del X?
VILA: The vita particles.
BLAKE: Who said?
VILA: Well, you did.
BLAKE: No, Avon said. I didn't want to resist him, block him or it, arouse his suspicion. I needed time to form a counter plan.
VILA: What are you saying?
BLAKE: Our only hope is this asteroid. Correction, our nearest hope.
VILA: But you're suggesting...
BLAKE: Oh, betrayal, treachery, piracy, call it what you will. That is what Avon and Cally are up to.
VILA: And Jenna?
BLAKE: No, not Jenna. I think she was probably duped by the other two.
VILA: How?
BLAKE: Space fatigue, is that what they're saying?
VILA: Yeah.
BLAKE: Well, It's obvious, isn't it? They gave me some form of drug, and then put on a show for you and her.
VILA: Wow, Avon has been excluding me a bit lately.
BLAKE: It's nothing to what he'll do when they get to Del X.
VILA: What?
BLAKE: He might allow you to stay on afterwards. He'd be stupid to reduce his manpower more than absolutely necessary.
VILA: Well, ...what do we do?
BLAKE: The first thing to do is resume course for that asteroid.
VILA: Right.
BLAKE: One more thing, Vila.
VILA: Oh yes, sorry.
(he releases Blake)
BLAKE: Thank you. Asteroid PK 118.
VILA: Right. ...Zen, abort course for Del X. Resume course for asteroid PK 118. Confirm with arrival time.
ZEN: Arrival asteroid PK 118 at nineteen-zero-eight.
VILA: Just over half an hour. ...Blake?
(Blake has disappeared)

[Liberator turning in space]

[Rest room]

JENNA: The power's changed.
CALLY: Meteorite storm.
AVON: I'll go and check.
(the door closes)
AVON: Blake!

[Corridor]

(Blake is wrecking the door circuit)
AVON [OC]: Blake, listen Blake.
VILA: (to Blake) What are you up to?
AVON [OC]: Blake, Blake. Blake, open the door.
BLAKE: There's no other way, Vila. You must understand that he will stop at nothing.
AVON: Blake, open the door! Vila, stop him. Blake!

[Flight deck]

VILA: That'll teach 'em to pair up on the quiet.
BLAKE: Can't blame them for being human, Vila. How long before destination?
VILA: Just on thirty minutes.
BLAKE: Right.

[Rest room]

(Avon is working on the door circuit with no success)
AVON: We must be getting near that asteroid by now.
JENNA: But why there? What is it that's drawing him to this particular asteroid.
CALLY: It has to be somehow related to the dream. That hypnotic trigger pulse.
JENNA: How?
CALLY: Artificial telepath transmission.
AVON: You mean controlled beaming.
CALLY: Yes. On Auron, we had a project group working on it, but before I left, two of the group completely disappeared. It was thought they might have sold their information to the Federation.
AVON: Could it have been perfected by now?
CALLY: Possibly. At least for the transmission of a basic signal.
JENNA: Like an oscillating pulse tone.
CALLY: Yes, that could be used as an hypnotic trigger.
(Avon returns to the door circuit)

[Flight deck]

ZEN: Destination immanent. Prepare for orbit.
VILA: Ready for teleport, Blake? ...Blake?
(Blake spins round, eyes wide open)
VILA: ...Blake?

[Liberator in orbit]

[Teleport room]

VILA: Yes, but leaving them trapped.
BLAKE: Only for a few days. Bring them to their senses.
VILA: But on a deserted asteroid, Blake. I don't like it.
BLAKE: I am going down there to check that the life support systems are functional.
VILA: Well, I... I just hope you're right.
(Blake, in a spacesuit, puts the helmet on and gives the thumbs signal)

[PK 118 surface]

BLAKE: (into communicator) I can see the mine head now. I'm moving towards it, Vila.

[Teleport room]

VILA: (into communicator) Blake? What's happening down there, Blake?
BLAKE: (on communicator) Gravity's very low. Cover the ground fast, ...if you can keep your feet.

[Rest room]

(the asteroid is visible through a window)
AVON: Predictably barren.
JENNA: Wretched mining companies. No sense of aesthetics.
AVON: What do you want them to do, landscape?
JENNA: Well, ...they could make an effort.
CALLY: The point is if there is a telepathic transmitter, there must be someone down there to operate it.

[PK 118 mine head]

BLAKE: (into communicator) Standard mine head layout. ...pit shaft, ...ore extraction plant, ...robotic maintenance, ...living accommodation.
(he arrives at a door which he opens)
BLAKE: Airlock's still functional. ...Entering living accommodation for checks.

[PK 118 mine living accommodation]

(as Blake enters the lights come on)

[Teleport room]

VILA: (into communicator) It must have a functional power source then.
BLAKE: (on communicator) It's only a couple of years since it was abandoned. ...Under terms of the interplanetary mining agreement the company was bound by law to leave fuel and other...
VILA: Blake, you all right?
BLAKE: It's an odd thing, Vila. ...The air system's already on, ...lights too, ...and the artificial gravity field.
VILA: Blake, that must mean there's someone there. Mutants or... Blake? ...Blake!

[PK 118 mine living accommodation]

(Blake removes his helmet. An inner door opens to reveal Nagu pointing a gun at Blake)
VILA: (on communicator) Blake. Come in, Blake! ...Not reading you.

[Teleport room]

VILA: (into communicator) Blake? You read me Blake? ..I'm gonna have to get the others to help. You realise this?

[PK 118 mine inner room]

(Blake enters to find four people on a couch and a fifth standing beside Shivan in a separate chair, his head totally hidden in bandages and he has a blanket wrapped round him. There is a magenta circular decoration on a chain around his neck)
SHIVAN: Ahhhhh.
(the fifth person helps Shivan up and the other four rise)
SHIVAN: Is he come?

[Rest room]

AVON: Vila, Vila, can you hear me?
VILA [OC]: Yes.
AVON: Is Blake still aboard?
VILA [OC]: No, he's teleported down, and he's broken contact.
AVON: Vila, listen, this is some kind of a Federation trap.

[Corridor]

(Vila is working on the door circuit)
AVON [OC]: Get us out of here.
VILA: I'm trying to!

[PK 118 mine inner room]

(Glynd comes in carrying an aluminium briefcase)
GLYND: Let me see him. ...Welcome ..at last.
SHIVAN: Blake ...is it Blake?
GLYND: It is he.
(Shivan staggers towards Blake and puts his bandaged head against each of Blake's cheeks)
SHIVAN: Brother.

[Rest room]

(Vila gets the door open. Jenna and Cally rush out)
VILA: And then he just stopped talking.
AVON: Why don't you follow his example?

[Corridor]

AVON: Cally, get a teleport fix to the inside of that airlock.
CALLY [OC]: Right.

[PK 118 mine inner room]

(referring to the decoration on a chain)
BLAKE: That's emblem of liberty.
SHIVAN: Our cause.
BLAKE: Yours? I thought the cause of liberty...
NAGU: He must conserve his strength.
NAGU: The mind, ...still sharp ...but the physique, as you see.
BLAKE: Who are you?
NAGU: He is Shivan, defender of truth.
BLAKE: Shivan? We'd thought he'd been killed in a Federation trap.
NAGU: A vile betrayal, and all but fatal. I managed to get him to the therapists in Outer Gaul. He lives now only to see the fulfilment of his cause.
SHIVAN: To strive ...as ...brothers
GLYND: (to Blake) It's two years since we met. Ven Glynd.
BLAKE: In a Federation court as I remember.
NAGU: The Arbiter General has defected.
BLAKE: What?
GLYND: In the name of justice.
BLAKE: Yours or the Federations?
GLYND: Humanity's. Oh, you're quite right to doubt me. A participant in that mockery of a trial. But I had to bide my time, ...and now, ...with your coming, ...the time is right.

[Liberator turning in space]

[Teleport room]

CALLY: All set?
AVON: Yes, go ahead.
(Jenna and Avon teleport)
AVON: (on communicator) Down and safe.

[PK 118 mine living accommodation]

AVON: (into bracelet) Be ready in case you have to pull us back.
(the inner door opens)

[Teleport room]

VILA: I just hope Avon and Jenna are all right.
CALLY: Why did you do it, Vila?
VILA: What?
CALLY: Let Blake go.
VILA: Listen, he said that you and Avon were...
(communicator bleeps)
BLAKE: (on communicator) Vila, are you there?
VILA: (into communicator) Blake.
BLAKE: Release the others.
VILA: I have done already, Blake.
BLAKE: I want them down here.
CALLY: (into communicator) Blake, this is a trap.
BLAKE: No Cally, far from it. This ...is our salvation.
CALLY: Blake, listen to me.
BLAKE: Hurry down here and you'll see.
CALLY: Blake. ...Blake?
VILA: What now?
CALLY: (into communicator) Avon? ...Jenna?

[PK 118 mine inner room]

AVON: Shivan? But...
BLAKE: Only a few survived. They managed to save him.
NAGU: To sustain the flame of liberty.
AVON: Some hope of that.
NAGU: Ah, but there is my friend, there is as never before.
BLAKE: Ven Glynd recently defected from the Federation, and with enough evidence to condemn Servalan and her friends to eternity.
GLYND: Ah, but only if we can reach that governors' summit meeting.
BLAKE: Yes, of course, we must teleport immediately. Avon, Jenna, your spare bracelets.
JENNA: Now just a minute, Blake...
AVON: We agreed that there would be no access to the Liberator without clearance by Orac.
BLAKE: I'm giving them clearance. Look we've been on the run for a long time. What have we achieved? Access to Federation ciphers that have been regularly re-coded, a raid on Central, an empty pretence, talk of Star One, talk of an alliance. Talk, talk, talk. Until now. Shivan and his friends, a senior Federation official. A chance. Our first real chance, ...and one free of violence and bloodshed.
JENNA: How do you mean free of violence?
BLAKE: His plan is perfect.
GLYND: Only if we can get to that governor's summit meeting.
AVON: This evidence...
BLAKE: You'll hear it the moment the Liberator's on course. Your bracelets.

[Liberator in flight]

[Flight deck]

GLYND: The evidence, my friends.
(he is holding two tapes)
GLYND: (referring to one tape) Surveillance report on Supreme Commander Servalan's attempt to cheat the Federation of one hundred million credits in return for the supercomputer Orac. (referring to the other tape) Confidential report on your trial, Blake, and the subsequent elimination of your defence lawyer when he discovered that the evidence against you had been falsified. (he returns the tapes to the aluminium briefcase) Need I continue? Enough, as I have said, to convict the Terran Administration ...and Space Command.
CALLY: Only if you can achieve a fair and honest court hearing.
AVON: Which is, to put it mildly, improbable.
BLAKE: Ah, but it isn't. It isn't. Listen.
GLYND: Governor Le Grand of the Outer Gaul region...
AVON: The only sane one amongst them.
GLYND: No, there are others who will follow her lead, ...the majority in fact, ...but not if it means bloodshed. Only if a solid legal case can be presented against the Terran Administration. A case backed up by just such physical evidence ...as I have here.
ZEN: Arrival at Atlay zone at twenty-one fifteen.
BLAKE: All right?
GLYND: Oh, time enough to liaise with Governor Le Grand.
JENNA: This meeting at Atlay...?
GLYND: The annual meeting of all the governors of the Federation. ...The ideal moment.
AVON: But why should they give you a hearing?
GLYND: They will hear Governor Le Grand. ...She knows to expect this. (indicating the briefcase) I would never have risked defection without her personal complicity.
AVON: Yes, but how precisely did Governor Le Grand assist you in...
GLYND: We must liaise with Le Grand just short of Atlay, and then go in with her delegation.
BLAKE: And herald at last the epoch of true freedom.

[Space Headquarters exterior]

[Servalan's office]

(communicator bleeps)
COMMUNICATIONS VOICE: Supreme Commander?
SERVALAN: (into communicator) Yes?
COMMUNICATIONS VOICE: Governor Le Grand of Outer Gaul for you.
SERVALAN: Le Grand. ...Well, well, well. ...Governor!
LE GRAND: (on monitor screen) Supreme Commander Servalan.
SERVALAN [OC]: You wish some service?
LE GRAND: Merely a check on the security arrangements for Atlay.
SERVALAN: Ah, .yes, ...the summit meeting.
(she picks a red flower and begins tom twirl it)
SERVALAN: Now let me see. That is in the hands of Deputy Commander Galt. ...Standard procedures.
LE GRAND [OC]: Thank you.
SERVALAN: Why, Your Excellency? Have your some ...counter-information?

[Le Grand's office]

LE GRAND: (into communicator) No. Since I'm chairing the meeting I simply wanted to check in person.
SERVALAN: (on communicator) Of course. Your renowned attention to detail.
LE GRAND: A habit of office.

[Servalan's office]

SERVALAN: (into communicator) Quite so. ...Just as my habit was to suspect some threat of a plot.

[Le Grand's office]

LE GRAND: (into communicator) A plot?
SERVALAN: (on communicator) We have heard rumours, nothing confirmed, of course, concerning the rebel Shivan.
LE GRAND: Shivan's still alive?

[Servalan's office]

SERVALAN: (into communicator) Severely incapacitated. ...A mere shell, in fact. but as we both have learned, while there's life, there's threat.

[Le Grand's office]

LE GRAND: (into communicator) A shrewd maxim, ...Supreme Commander.

[Servalan's office]

SERVALAN: (into communicator) The fugitive Blake is another. ...As long as he lives, if only as a symbol to the malcontents, ...security is threatened.

[Le Grand's office]

LE GRAND: (into communicator) A theme which, with your permission, of course, I should like to stress at the Atlay meeting.

[Servalan's office]

SERVALAN: (into communicator) Oh, feel free, Your Excellency. From strength, as we say, to ...unity.
(she terminates the communication and continues to twirl the red flower)
SERVALAN: One day, very soon, the crimino therapists will have their sport with you.
(she activates the communicator again)
COMMUNICATIONS VOICE: Communications.
SERVALAN: (into communicator) Transmit a message using pre-revised ciphers. Message to read, 'Behold, the mutants shall wither'.

[Liberator in space]

[Flight deck]

(Shivan gives Blake the decoration on a chain)
BLAKE: No.
GLYND: Oh please, as a gesture of unity to his followers, Blake, as evidence of your alliance.
BLAKE: I have no need.
(he puts the decoration back around Shivan's neck)

[Rest room]

CALLY: Is that man really Shivan?
ORAC: He could be. A voice scan is incompatible with that tracheal vent. But he conforms with records of size, weight, and gender. In the absence of a cell tissue scan...
AVON: What about Ven Glynd?
ORAC: Records confirmed his identity. Also his recent defection from the Federation post of Arbiter General.
CALLY: So what is wrong?
ORAC: You deduced it yourself, earlier.
CALLY: I did?
ORAC: Space Command has long tried to perfect a course interceptor attuned to the circuitry of navigational computers and rational coordinators like Zen. The scientists of Auron, however, had the wit to aim for the weaker point.
AVON: The human brain.
ORAC: Correct.
CALLY: A telepathic order was beamed to Blake to force him to reroute to that asteroid.
ORAC: As you yourself foresaw.
AVON: So tell us something new.
ORAC: It is to Blake you should look for the new.
AVON: What's that supposed to mean? That they are still influencing him?
ORAC: Correct again.
AVON: But how? A device of that kind would need an enormous power source.
ORAC: Agreed. But now that they...
AVON: Now that they are close at hand, low power, of course.
CALLY: So it's here on board.
AVON: Right.
CALLY: What do we do?
AVON: Locate and destroy it.
ORAC: And restore Blake to his senses.
AVON: The two don't necessarily follow.

[Flight deck]

ZEN: Intercepting Outer Gaul transporter. Slowing to maintain relative vectors for teleport.
BLAKE: At last. Vila, assemble the others for teleport.
VILA: Just rush over? All of us?
GLYND: Such humility, Blake. I see I shall have to tutor you in protocol.
BLAKE: But the Governor...
GLYND: ...will wish to express her homage. ...Oh, by all means, send your deputy to escort Her Excellency here. But as for going yourself ...no.
BLAKE: Very well. You do the honours, Deputy Leader Vila. I'll teleport you myself.
(he leaves)
VILA: 'Deputy Leader'? I like it.
(he leaves)
SHIVAN: Protocol for your puppet, eh?
(he has Glynd's briefcase on his lap)
GLYND: Careful with that.
SHIVAN: Your precious box of tricks.
(he opens the briefcase)
GLYND: Precious to us all.
SHIVAN: But to you most of all, Glynd, with this.
(he takes out a black box with a flashing light out of the briefcase)
GLYND: Leave that, Shivan!
(he puts the black box back in the briefcase)
SHIVAN: For you alone, you're the real master.
GLYND: Be careful.
SHIVAN: The eminence grise. ...You imagine I haven't smelt you out?
GLYND [OC]: Sharp of you.
SHIVAN: You think I am so damn enfeebled as to forget the rules of the game? ...Enthrone your puppet Blake to posture and proclaim whilst you enjoy the real fruits of power.
(Glynd takes the briefcase from him)
GLYND: Governor Le Grand must be greeted.
SHIVAN: You still need me, brother.
GLYND: Did I deny it ...'brother'?

[Teleport room]

(Glynd is seen approaching from the flight deck)
AVON: You cannot pretend that it was coincidence that homed us onto that asteroid. They summoned you, Blake. They whistled you up like a service robot.
BLAKE: 'They'?
AVON: I don't know. Ven Glynd?
(Glynd hears his name)
GLYND: Yes, Avon?
BLAKE: Nothing. Avon's just nervous, that's all.
VILA: (on communicator) Blake, ready to teleport.
BLAKE: (into communicator) Teleporting, Vila.
(Le Grand and Vila materialise)
LE GRAND: My homage to you.
BLAKE: Mine to you, Governor.
LE GRAND: No. It is to you only.
BLAKE: I don't understand.
LE GRAND: Did not the Arbiter General explain? ...For years now, the Arbiter General and I have prepared for this moment. He gathering evidence of the Administration's infamies, while I lobbied the support of my fellow governors. However, we could not challenge and discredit the Administration until we had found an alternative leadership ...capable of uniting all factions.
BLAKE: Well, you, Governor?
LE GRAND: No. He who leads must be from Earth. ...Someone of renowned integrity, someone who has become a legend of hope to the great mass of the oppressed. ...A messiah.
BLAKE: Well, then Shivan.
LE GRAND: I welcomed Shivan to Outer Gaul as a fugitive. I also had hopes. But ...as you see, his strength is spent. But when the Arbiter General acquired the course interceptor from our sympathisers on Auron, and with it the means of contacting you in person, our plans were at last complete. ...Of course Shivan will be with us to add his support to your authority. Where is he?
BLAKE: Resting on the flight deck. This way, Governor.
(Blake and Le Grand leave followed by Glynd)

[Flight deck]

NAGU: Your Excellency.
LE GRAND: No, Nagu. Here is your true leader.
(she indicates Blake)
NAGU: Of the Federation, perhaps.
LE GRAND: Dear Nagu. ...So Shivan.
(she touches her cheeks to Shivan's bandaged head)
LE GRAND: I heard word of you from an admirer. None other than Supreme Commander Servalan. She still fears you. You and Blake. 'While there's life there's threat' she told me.
GLYND: A fitting prophecy.
LE GRAND: If our destiny is to be fulfilled. Your hand, Shivan.
LE GRAND: Your hand, Blake.
LE GRAND: The triumvirate, my friends.

[Rest room]

AVON: Le Grand referred to it as a course interceptor.
CALLY: Now in possession of Glynd.
AVON: Can you counteract its transmission?
ORAC: I have specific programming against telepathic influence.
AVON: So you have.
ORAC: However, given direct access to its circuitry...
AVON: Oh, well done, Orac!
ORAC: Well, go and get it then.
AVON: If necessary ...by force.

[Flight deck]

LE GRAND: And as chairman I will of course make the opening address. I shall explain your presence...
(she turns to Glynd)
LE GRAND: ...and call on you to speak.
GLYND: I will indict the Terra Administration, doubtless provoking an uproar.
LE GRAND: Any attempt to interfere will be countered by my security people.
BLAKE: Are you sure they can handle it?
LE GRAND: Why not? We have the element of surprise totally on our side.
ZEN: Approaching boundary of Atlay surveillance zone. Security force walls in operation. Prepare for teleport to Atlay shuttle.
LE GRAND: To destiny, my friends.
BLAKE: To destiny.
GLYND: To destiny.
(Avon and Cally come in with guns at the ready. Orac is on its trolley between them)
AVON: One moment.
BLAKE: Avon.
AVON: Listen to Orac. Just listen.
(he plugs in the activator)
ORAC: Your dreams, Blake.
BLAKE: Yes.
ORAC: They were stimulated for you by influence of a beamed telepathy transmission.
BLAKE: Telepathy? What about these people here? The Governor, the Arbiter General. Aren't they real enough for you?
(Nagu has come up behind Avon and Cally with a gun)
NAGU: Your weapons.
LE GRAND: No, Nagu. Our two friends must be convinced without threats of force. No true bid for peace was born from coercion.
BLAKE: Agreed. Only from truth and trust.
AVON: All right. Then give us the truth about this so-called course interceptor from Auron.
LE GRAND: The Arbiter General will show it to you.
GLYND: Certainly.
(he takes the black box from the briefcase to hand to Blake)
AVON: That, according to Orac, has direct control over your mind.
GLYND: Well, a device was simply beamed into the circuitry of your navigational computer.
AVON: Well, In that case you won't mind leaving it here on the Liberator when you go down to Atlay.
LE GRAND: Which we must do without further delay.
AVON: You will leave it!
GLYND: Why not, it's already served its purpose in uniting us for the common cause.
BLAKE: Acclaim it for that.
(he hands the black box to Avon)
GLYND: But be careful not to tamper with it. At this close range it could cause serious damage to your computers.
AVON: Is that correct, Orac?
ORAC: No, Negative. Denied. Incapable of damage.
BLAKE: The surest way of protecting Orac from damage is to switch him off, is that correct, Avon?
(he unplugs the activator)
CALLY: Leave us the key.
BLAKE: Why? Orac's far too valuable for needless risk.
ZEN: Atlay shuttle on orbit vectors for teleporting.
BLAKE: Vila, Jenna. Teleport. ...Shall we go?
(Glynd goes to help Shivan)
SHIVAN: No, leave me, brother. Go. Go.
GLYND: As well we should. The strain could otherwise have proved excessive.
LE GRAND: Nagu, You will stay with Shivan. Minster to his needs.
NAGU: But, ...my place is with you, to protect you.
LE GRAND: Others can do that.
NAGU: My lady, please!
LE GRAND: No more delay. We cannot risk a security alert.
ZEN: Repeat, Atlay shuttle on orbit vectors for teleport.

[Servalan's office]

(communicator bleeps)
COMMUNICATIONS VOICE: Supreme Commander.
SERVALAN: (into communicator) Yes.
COMMUNICATIONS VOICE: Signal from Deputy Commander Galt.
SERVALAN: Yes?
COMMUNICATIONS VOICE: Reporting Governor Le Grand and deputies embarked on Atlay shuttle. Docking on schedule at conference centre.
SERVALAN: Acknowledged. Hold all channels open.

[Atlay shuttle landing]

[Flight deck]

ZEN: Atlay shuttle docked at conference centre.
CALLY: Activate scanners to intercept local transmissions.
ZEN: Activated.
CALLY: Security force wall still in operation?
ZEN: Affirmative.
AVON: And negative on this.
(he is investigating the black box)
CALLY: No controls?
AVON: And no Orac to penetrate it.

[Conference centre corridor/staircase]

LE GRAND: You'll find the antechamber comfortable enough. ...How long you'll have to wait will depend on the persuasive advocacy of our Arbiter General.
GLYND: With this (indicating the briefcase) it shouldn't take too long.

[Liberator in orbit]

[Flight deck]

(Avon is still investigating the black box)
AVON: Trying electromagnetic pulses. ...No. ...I could try frequency intervention, but ...
(he hears something and draws his gun. Nagu has staggered in)
AVON: What do you want?
NAGU: My, ...my lady Le Grand...
CALLY [OC]: What's wrong?
NAGU: My lady...
(he falls of floor. He has a knife in his back. Avon and Cally rush to him and look up to see a left arm with a laseron destroyer on it and 'Shivan' removing the bandages from his face to reveal Travis)
AVON: Travis.
TRAVIS: One move, ...just one move.
AVON: So much for Blake's new epoch of peace.

[Conference centre staircase/corridor]

GLYND: How are you feeling?
BLAKE: Excited.
GLYND: Not without cause.
LE GRAND: Your finest hour.
BLAKE: Good luck
LE GRAND: To us all.
VILA: I'll, er, wait for you in the antechamber, all right?

[Flight deck]

TRAVIS: Oh, yes, of course. Le Grand and Glynd are traitors. Their futile subversion was monitored from the start by Servalan. It was her idea to send the incapacitated rebel Shivan as a fugitive to Outer Gaul.
CALLY: So you and the Supreme Commander are working together again.
TRAVIS: Let's just say our objectives coincide.
AVON: I wonder if the rest of Space Command realise that.
TRAVIS: To the teleport!

[Conference centre main auditorium]

(Le Grand, followed by Glynd, comes in to find the room empty. All the lights progressively go out and Servalan appears on the main screen)
SERVALAN: Governor Le Grand. You are completely surrounded. If you wish to avoid bloodshed you'll instruct your bodyguard to put down their weapons. ...Le Grand, the High Council have been aware of your pathetic plot from the beginning. ...Our only surprise is that you have come this far without realising how transparent your intentions have been. ...I repeat, your bodyguard will put down their weapons.
(lights come on showing Federation troopers)
SERVALAN: Now!
(the Federation troopers open fire. Glynd runs for it but is hit. Le Grand is shot)

[Conference centre staircase/corridor]

(Blake and Jenna support the gasping Glynd)

[Conference centre anteroom]

VILA: What's happening?
JENNA: (into bracelet) Avon, Cally, teleport immediately. Emergency!
(she helps Vila move a large cabinet against the door)
JENNA: Cally, Avon, emergency. Teleport! ...Do you read me?
(Blake helps Glynd to sit down. He hears the high-pitched whine again and holds his head)

[Teleport room]

JENNA: (on communicator) Teleport, emergency. I repeat, teleport, emergency.
AVON: (into communicator) No teleport, Jenna. Not possible.
(Travis has followed them in and levels his laseron destroyer)
TRAVIS: Don't touch those coordinates. Activate it now.

[Conference centre anteroom]

(Blake is still being affected by the high-pitched whine)
JENNA: (into bracelet) Avon, what are you playing at? Bring us up immediately.
BLAKE: No,! ...No! ...No!
(he throws his bracelet on the floor)
JENNA: Blake!
(she attempts to put the bracelet back on him)

[Teleport room]

TRAVIS: Put me down there. Do it!
(Cally teleports him)
AVON: Get Blake up!

[Conference centre anteroom]

TRAVIS: Drop your weapons.
VILA: Travis!

[Teleport room]

AVON: Come on, Cally, get them up.
CALLY: (into communicator) Get ready to teleport, now.

[Conference centre anteroom]

CALLY: (on communicator) Do you read me Jenna? Get ready to teleport.
(she is still trying to put the bracelet back on Blake)
JENNA: (into bracelet) No, Cally! Stop! No teleport!
CALLY: Do you read me, Jenna?
JENNA: No, Cally, negative.
(she removes her own bracelet)
VILA: Jenna!
(Vila is teleported out)
JENNA: Blake, come on!
GLYND: You ...not Shivan. Betrayer!
(he grabs Travis and tries to throttle him. Jenna is still struggling with Blake)

[Teleport room]

VILA: Well, do something!
(Avon smashes the black box)

[Conference centre anteroom]

(the high-pitched whine stops. Blake relaxes. In the background Glynd and Travis are still struggling. Jenna puts the bracelet on Blake and then puts on her own)
JENNA: Cally, bring us up now!
(Travis throws Glynd off and shoots him. Somebody is trying to get in the door. Travis throws himself against the large cabinet but is unable to prevent two Federation guards breaking in)

[Teleport room]

CALLY: Are you all right?
JENNA: He's a hard man to rescue when he doesn't want to be rescued.
AVON: More to the point, are you yourself?
BLAKE: What happened? Why aren't we at Del X? ...What's going on, Avon.
AVON: Why don't you just say, 'Thank you,' nicely?
BLAKE: Well what are we all standing around for? Or has the Federation disappeared? Our problem is to find Star One if you haven't forgotten.
AVON: ...I'm sorry to have to inform you that he is himself all right.

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