Star One
Original Airdate: April 3, 1979

[Servalan's office]

(on the viewscreen the recording of the collision between the Nova Queen and the ore carrier above the planet Keldan is being watched)
NOVA QUEEN PILOT: Keldan Control, Keldan Control, this is Nova Queen on primary approach zero-four-zero. Request orbital entry clearance.
KELDAN CONTROL: Nova Queen, Nova Queen, this is Keldan control. Maintain zero-four-zero. Orbital entry is clear.
NOVA QUEEN PILOT: Keldan Control, this is Nova Queen. I have an unidentified trace on zero-four-zero.
KELDAN CONTROL: Nova Queen, this is Keldan Control. Maintain zero-four-zero and switch to Computer Flight Coordination.
NOVA QUEEN PILOT: Switching to CFC, maintaining zero-four-zero. ...That ship is still coming at us.
KELDAN CONTROL: Nova Queen, this is Keldan Control. The ship is an unmanned ore carrier on Computer Flight Coordination.
NOVA QUEEN PILOT: I hope you're sure about that, Keldan, it's still on zero-four-zero.
KELDAN CONTROL: Nova Queen, computer control is confirmed. No problem.
NOVA QUEEN PILOT: You know that and I know that, but does the computer know that?
KELDAN CONTROL: It'll switch vectors any time now. Relax.
NOVA QUEEN PILOT: I'll relax when it gets that ship off zero-four-zero.
KELDAN CONTROL: It will.
NOVA QUEEN PILOT: Keldan control, I have four thousand passengers on this ship and that ore carrier is still on zero-four-zero!
KELDAN CONTROL: Computer Flight Coordination doesn't make errors.
NOVA QUEEN PILOT: To hell with that! Do something, Keldan. That thing is coming straight at us. ...Keldan Control!
KELDAN CONTROL: Nova Queen, switch to manual control, engage emergency boosters and abort zero-four-zero. Confirm please.
NOVA QUEEN PILOT: I can see it! My God, it's too late!
KELDAN CONTROL: Nova Queen, Nova Queen, this is Keldan Control, do you copy? Nova Queen, Nova Queen, come in please.
SERVALAN: Unfortunate.
DURKIM: You do have a way with words, Supreme Commander. I'm sorry, that was unnecessary. Everyone on the Nova Queen died instantly of course, but it didn't end there. The ship's neutron drive unit broke free, survived the fall through the atmosphere. It went critical just about the time it hit the surface. Ground zero was slap in the middle of Keldan City. Half the population was killed outright.
SERVALAN: It was a computer malfunction, presumably.
DURKIM: Yes.
SERVALAN: These things happen, Durkim.
DURKIM: They're happening far too often, Supreme Commander. Computer Flight Coordination is breaking down on twenty different worlds and the problem is spreading.
SERVALAN: Are you saying it's a basic design fault?
DURKIM: No, that's not what I'm saying. Look.
(a snow clad landscape is on the viewscreen)
DURKIM: That's the equatorial zone on Palmero.
SERVALAN: Palmero?
DURKIM: Yes, and that is snow you're looking at, Supreme Commander. It'll be some time before they re-establish themselves as the Federation's main producer of tropical fruit. And this,...
(an arid and cracked landscape is on the viewscreen)
DURKIM: ...the plains of Suni. Mean temperature has gone up by twenty degrees. It hasn't rained anywhere on that planet in sixty days. When it does, the effect will be something like this,...
(a flooded landscape is on the viewscreen)
DURKIM: ...the planet Vilka, where it hasn't stopped raining for sixty days. ...The planet Herom.
(a tornado devastated landscape is on the viewscreen)
DURKIM: ...Carthenis.
(a tropical landscape is on the viewscreen)
DURKIM: Climate control has gone disastrously wrong on all the frontier worlds.
SERVALAN: And it's spreading?
DURKIM: Rapidly.
SERVALAN: Anything else?
DURKIM: Isn't that enough?
SERVALAN: No, it's impossible, Durkim.
DURKIM: You mean unthinkable, don't you? Look, everything you've just seen has one common denominator.
SERVALAN: Computers.
DURKIM: Not computers. Computer. Singular. Very singular indeed. Our unbeatable control and coordination centre.
SERVALAN: No!
DURKIM: Servalan, by design or accident Star One is failing.
SERVALAN: There has to be another explanation.
DURKIM: There isn't.
SERVALAN: And if you want to keep your job you'll find it.
DURKIM: ...Why won't you face the facts?
SERVALAN: Because I'm not convinced, ...and even if I were, there would be nothing I could do about it.
DURKIM: Well, surely under the circumstances you could get clearance to put a team in.
SERVALAN: Star One is the most secure installation in the Federation.
DURKIM: I know that.
SERVALAN: Do you know why it's so thoroughly secure?
DURKIM: Well, presumably because knowledge of its location is severely restricted.
SERVALAN: No! Knowledge of its location is non-existent. Durkim, no one knows where Star One is! No one at all!

[Liberator in flight]

[Flight deck]

(Blake and Avon are looking at transparent star chart. Blake passes it to Jenna)
BLAKE: So, if Lurgan's coordinates are correct, Star One is somewhere in there.
AVON: Which makes it about the only thing that is.
VILA: At least we'll recognise it when we see it, even if we don't recognise it when we see it, if it's the only thing that's there, if you see what I mean.
CALLY: Oh, shut up, Vila.
VILA: I'm just trying to help.
BLAKE: What do you think, Jenna?
JENNA: It's riskier than it looks. These coordinates are not precise enough, and however they built Star One it's not going to be so big that we can't miss it.
BLAKE: We'll probably have to search.
JENNA: It's a long way out, Blake, a long way from the edge of the galaxy.
CALLY: It's infinity. You're asking us to plunge out into infinity.
BLAKE: Now come on, Cally, that's a slight exaggeration.
CALLY: Is it? What, the space between the island galaxies. It's the nearest we'll come to infinity before we die.
JENNA: If anything goes wrong out there we won't have a prayer, because nothing and nobody goes out that far.
VILA: I hadn't thought of it like that.
BLAKE: The Federation went out there.
VILA: We've only got Lurgan's word for that, and we didn't even get it first hand.
AVON: There is only Lurgan's word. Everybody else who knew is either dead or amnesiac. One clue. Just one, and we have got it. Why are you listening to this drivel, Blake? We can take Star One, let's get on with it.
JENNA: Very stirring. When did you become a believer?
AVON: Are you just going to sit there? You have led them by the nose before.
BLAKE: 'Scuse me, are you going to answer her question?
AVON: Show me someone who believes ...in anything and I will show you a fool.
BLAKE: I meant what I said on Goth, Avon. We are not going to use Star One to rule the Federation, we are going to destroy it.
AVON: I never doubted that. I never doubted your fanaticism. As far as I am concerned you can destroy whatever you like. You can stir up a thousand revolutions, you can wade in blood up to your armpits. Oh, and you can lead the rabble to victory, whatever that might mean, just so long as there is an end to it. When Star One is gone it is finished, Blake, ...and I want it finished. I want it over and done with. I want to be free.
CALLY: But you are free now, Avon.
AVON: I want to be free of him.
BLAKE: I never realised. You really do hate me, don't you?
AVON: ...When we have dealt with Star One, I will take you back to Earth and then the Liberator is mine. Agreed?
BLAKE: Agreed, ...assuming the others go along with it.
JENNA: Why should we?
VILA: Yes, why should we? It's all a bit high-handed if you ask me.
ZEN: Liberator is approaching Sector Nine. Navigation computers now require further instructions.
BLAKE: Well, do we look for Star One?
JENNA: We'll finish what we set out to do. ...Nothing else is settled.
CALLY: Are we fanatics?
BLAKE: Does it matter?
CALLY: Many, many people will die without Star One.
BLAKE: I know.
CALLY: Are you sure that what we're going to do is justified?
BLAKE: It has to be. Don't you see, Cally? If we stop now then all we have done is senseless killing and destruction, without purpose, without reason. We have to win. ...It's the only way I can be sure that I was right.
CALLY: That you were right?
JENNA: Course for Sector Eleven is laid in.
AVON: Detectors on full range. All readings are clear.
VILA: Weaponry system on standby.
BLAKE: Standard by six, Jenna.
JENNA: Run course program, standard by six.
BLAKE: Confirm boundary.
ZEN: Confirm Liberator is now crossing the theoretical boundary of the galaxy and is entering intergalactic space.
BLAKE: Increase speed to standard by twelve.

[Liberator in flight]

[Space Headquarters exterior]

[Servalan's office]

(a guard commander and a guard are standing by Servalan's desk)
SERVALAN: (into communicator) There's no doubt in your mind that he was telling the truth?
INTERROGATOR: (on communicator) None, Supreme Commander. We didn't rush him. He was telling the truth all right.
SERVALAN: Very well, interrogate the rest of his team just to make sure, and try not to kill them!
(Durkim comes in. The two guards go towards him. The commander points his weapon at Durkim's head whilst the other guard fleeces him)
SERVALAN: Yes, Durkim, what is it?
DURKIM: I find ...that just a little distracting, Supreme Commander. What's all this about?
SERVALAN: Time to defend ourselves.
DURKIM: Against whom?
SERVALAN: Each other. Now what is it you want? Quickly, you're wasting time!
DURKIM: There's an emergency meeting of the High Council.
SERVALAN: I am aware of that.
DURKIM: I've been summoned to appear before it. You put Headquarters on full security restriction. I can't get off this satellite without your direct clearance.
SERVALAN: No.
DURKIM: Well, 'no' you agree with what I'm saying or 'no' you refuse my clearance.
SERVALAN: Both. Now get back to your work. I am still waiting for your theories about where Star One may be located.
DURKIM: That summons is a Presidential Order in Council. I have to go.
SERVALAN: Space Command no longer recognises the authority of the President or of the Council.
DURKIM: I don't think I understand.
SERVALAN: We are the only force capable of handling the present emergency.
DURKIM: I doubt if even we can do that.
SERVALAN: The President and those members of the Council who are unable to accept the ...realities of the situation are even now being arrested, as are those of our own people whose loyalties may be ...divided. At a time like this complete unity is an absolute essential.
DURKIM: There isn't enough data. I can't even guess where Star One is.
SERVALAN: Then I suggest you try harder, or I might think you're part of the plot.
DURKIM: Plot?
SERVALAN: Obviously. Someone is trying to destroy the Federation. Now perhaps it's you.
DURKIM: Why would I want to do that?
(Servalan activates the viewscreen and flicks through shots of an older man, a younger man and a woman)
SERVALAN: 'Why' is always the most difficult question. At the moment I am more concerned with 'How'.
DURKIM: Is she involved?
SERVALAN: You know her?
DURKIM: Her name's Lurena, I think, isn't it. Er, we were acquainted.
SERVALAN: You were more than just acquaintances.
DURKIM: That's a long time ago. She emigrated to one of the frontier worlds.
SERVALAN: She's on Star One.
DURKIM: She can't be, it's unmanned. The systems are automatic.
SERVALAN: A group of scientists and technicians elected to spend the rest of their lives refining, checking and guarding the systems.
DURKIM: Knowing they could never leave, never come home. That's appalling.
SERVALAN: Inspiring, surely, in the best tradition of selfless devotion to the Federation.
DURKIM: That's your answer then. Some or all of them have changed their minds.
SERVALAN: Er huh. They were all screened and conditioned very carefully by our best psycho-manipulation teams. None of the group could attempt to damage the systems, identify the location or contact anyone outside Star One without going obviously insane.
DURKIM: How can you be certain of that?
SERVALAN: The head of the psycho-manipulation team has just finished ...reassuring my interrogators, so whatever is happening on Star One is happening against her will.
DURKIM: There's nothing I can do.
SERVALAN: You get back to work, Durkim. She may still have a chance, ...if we can find her in time.
DURKIM: May I offer you my personal congratulations, and loyalty, ...Madame President?
(Durkim leaves and the communicator bleeps)
COMMUNICATIONS VOICE: Supreme Commander.
SERVALAN: (into communicator) What is it?
COMMUNICATIONS VOICE: Blake and his crew. The strategy programs have all come up blank on the possible courses they took.
SERVALAN: Run them again.
COMMUNICATIONS VOICE: But, Supreme Commander.
SERVALAN: Run them again!
(she terminates the communication)
SERVALAN: I will not be President of a ruined empire.

[Star One central control room]

LURENA: What are you doing? ...What are you doing?!
STOTT: Just a routine check, Lurena.
LURENA: Is that why you're using a laser probe? ...I've been watching you, Stott.
STOTT: I know.
LURENA: Your behaviour has been very suspicious for some time now.
STOTT: ...Forgive me, Lurena, but, well, we've all noticed that you seem to be under some kind of stress.
LURENA: There was nothing wrong with that control circuit, I checked it myself an hour ago.
STOTT: That's why I was checking it again.
LURENA: You think I don't know what I'm doing?
STOTT: I'm afraid that's what we all think. Someone's been tampering with the systems, it can only be you. Your conditioning, a reaction to it. You're not to blame. You're ill, that's all.
(she sees Parton and two technicians come in, all armed. She draws a gun on Stott)
LURENA: Stay where you are, or I'll kill him.
PARTON: We only want to help you, Lurena. Please, put down the gun.
LURENA: Yes, you'd like that wouldn't you. Stay where you are!
STOTT: Do as she says, Parton!
LURENA: I see it now, you're all in this together.
PARTON: That's impossible, you know that's impossible. Look Lurena...
LURENA: You're all against me. All of you. Whispering, plotting behind my back. You want to kill me.
PARTON: We want to help you.
LURENA: Don't move!
PARTON: Please, Lurena.
(she downs Stott and runs out)
PARTON: (to the armed technicians) Get after her. Find her before she does any more damage, and don't bother to bring her back. ...Just kill her. (to Stott) I was right, we should have done it as soon as we knew.
STOTT: I didn't realise how far she'd got.
PARTON: Now she's running around loose.
STOTT: Well at least we know what to expect, anyway, ...and after all, what can she do, alone? She is the last one.

[Star One control room - section 4]

(Lurena runs in, turns the lights off and hides behind a grille)
GUARD [OC]: This way.
(the guards come in, turn the lights on, fail to see Lurena and run on)

[Liberator in flight]

[Flight deck]

BLAKE: Anything on the detectors?
AVON: No.
BLAKE: Jenna, how long before we reach Lurgan's coordinates?
JENNA: Eight minutes. If there's anything there it should be showing by now.
CALLY: Perhaps Star One doesn't come within detector range until we reach the coordinates.
VILA: Our detectors are better than anything the Federation have got. We should be able to see it by now.
AVON: I think we can. There, you see, at the extreme edge of the range.
JENNA: What is it?
AVON: The readings say that it is a star, small, pale and very dense.
BLAKE: A white dwarf by the look of it.
VILA: You couldn't put a computer complex on that. Could you?
AVON: Hardly.
CALLY: Does it have a planetary system?
AVON: Probably not a system, more likely ...a single planet.
BLAKE: A single planet orbiting an isolated, dying star.
VILA: Star One!
BLAKE: Seems reasonable.

[Star One central control room]

STOTT: Have they found her?
PARTON: We've been through all the control sectors, searched the storage rooms, living quarters.
STOTT: Maybe she went out onto the surface?
PARTON: She won't last long if she has, there's nothing out there for her.
STOTT: Better send a search party anyway.
PARTON: We can't waste any more time on her.
STOTT: Do it!
PARTON: Shall I call off the search down here?
STOTT: Leave three to continue, send a party out onto the surface, put the rest back to work.
(Parton snaps to attention, mockingly)
STOTT: ...Don't be insolent.
PARTON: Maintenance takes effort. If we could revert to ourselves...
STOTT: No, not while she's free. If she realised, her conditioning might break down completely.

[Star One control room - section 4]

(Lurena comes out from behind the grille that falls to the floor with a clatter. Attracted by the sound somebody comes in. She shoots him)
LURENA: Zhokov, I'm sorry, I...
(she looks down in horror as there is a bubbling sound and green smoke rises)

[Flight deck]

BLAKE: Put the planet on visual.
ZEN: Confirmed.
VILA: Looks like yet another garden paradise.
BLAKE: Surface conditions?
ZEN: The atmosphere is breathable. Surface temperatures are low. Calculations suggest that they rise above freezing point only during daylight hours at the equator.
BLAKE: Good.
VILA: It is? You like dead planets with dying suns?
BLAKE: I do when I'm looking for a complex underground installation. Jenna, program a course to orbit the planet's equator.
VILA: You don't have to explain it to me, I only came for the ride.
AVON: With surface conditions like that where would you build the main installation?
JENNA: Course program laid in.
BLAKE: Maximum scan, Cally. Look for anything unusual or out of place, ...sudden temperature variation, anything. They're bound to have left some clue as to where they put that installation. A door would be nice if you could manage it.
CALLY: I'll do my best.
BLAKE: Preferably one marked 'Entrance'.
CALLY: Ready on the scan, Jenna.
JENNA: Run course program.
ZEN: Confirmed. Course program running.

[Liberator in flight around a Star One]

[Flight deck]

AVON: I have been doing some calculations, if this is Star One...
BLAKE: If it is?
AVON: First catch your computer, but all right it probably is, and that being the case the choice of location is fascinating.
BLAKE: I'm glad you're enjoying it.
AVON: The nearest large galaxy to our own is Andromeda.
BLAKE: So?
AVON: So this is the nearest point to Andromeda. If anyone could cross intergalactic space in less than a lifetime we are now precisely upon the route that they would take.
BLAKE: What are you trying to say, Avon?
AVON: I directed the detectors toward the Andromeda galaxy. There are thousands of satellite generators out there, beyond Star One.
BLAKE: What?
AVON: Even with the Federation's resources it must have taken them years.
BLAKE: That must be the biggest antimatter minefield ever put together.
VILLA: Minefield, what minefield?
AVON: Perhaps the intergalactic drive has been developed. Question is, 'By whom?'.
BLAKE: A defence zone to keep mankind in, ...or something else out.

[Star One corridor]

(Lurena opens a door to the planet outside and then goes to nearby room M but keeps the door ajar)

[Star One surface]

(a group of armed technicians is searching the area. Markov leading another group shouts to them)
MARKOV: Leeth. Leeth!
LEETH: What is it, Markov?
MARKOV: The main entrance is open. She must have come out after we did. She followed us out.
LEETH: She can't have got far then. Spread out, all of you. Keep searching.

[Star One room M]

(Lurena closes the door, switches the lights on and turns to find four dead personnel hanging by their wrists with their eyes glazed. She sinks to the floor)

[Flight deck]

(Avon hands Vila a bomb which he loads into a long cylindrical container)
VILA: I don't like explosives, very crude. Difficult to reason with a bomb.
CALLY: Blake?
AVON: They won't explode until they are primed.
VILA: And if it was faulty? Bit late to complain to the manufacturer.
CALLY: Scanners are showing a temperature variation. From the pattern it could almost be the door you were talking about.

[Star One surface]

(the two groups of searchers meet up)
LEETH: I think it was a trick.
MARKOV: What was?
LEETH: The open door. I think she doubled back. I don't think she's out here at all.
MARKOV: No, she wouldn't've been thinking clearly enough for that.
LEETH: I hope you're right, but we're not really sure how they function under heavy stress. ...Come on.

[Liberator in orbit]

[Flight deck]

JENNA: Stationary orbit is established and confirmed.
BLAKE: Teleport, Vila.
JENNA: Avon?
AVON: Yes.
JENNA: Watch yourselves, Blake's rushing things. I ...get the feeling he's not giving himself time to think.
AVON: Blake is an idealist, Jenna. He cannot afford to think.

[Star One surface]

BLAKE: (into bracelet) Down and safe. (to Avon) Defences?
AVON: They've relied on secrecy, I don't think they've tricked the place out, but it won't do any harm to be careful.
BLAKE: Let's look for that entrance.
(they spot the search party)
CALLY [OC]: I thought this place was unmanned.
AVON: More idealists.
BLAKE: They must have volunteered to be marooned for life.
AVON: Yes, it makes you proud to be human, doesn't it?
CALLY: What are they doing here?
BLAKE: Making sure everything works, presumably.
AVON: What now?
BLAKE: Follow them.
(the search parties return into the base through the outer door)
BLAKE: One door.
CALLY: As requested.
BLAKE: Well done, Cally.
AVON: It isn't marked 'Entrance'.
CALLY: Nobody's perfect.
(Blake and Cally go in. Avon hears falling gravel and goes to investigate)

[Star One corridor]

(two armed technicians come up on them)
CALLY: (telepathic) Avon, it's a trap.

[Star One surface]

(Avon hears Cally and goes to hide)

[Star One corridor]

(Cally is carrying a long cylindrical container)
BLAKE: Not a very friendly welcome. ...Shall we go? I'm sure whoever is in charge would wish to speak with us.

[Star One surface]

AVON: (into bracelet) Vila, teleport Cally and Blake, quickly!
VILA: (on communicator) Right.
AVON: Come on, come on.
VILA: Avon.
AVON: Well?
VILA: There's no response. What's going on, where are they?
AVON: Inside. It must be shielded.
VILA: Do you want to come up?
AVON: No.
JENNA: (on communicator) Avon.

[Flight deck]

AVON: (on communicator) What is it, Jenna?
JENNA: (into communicator) There's a ship, it's coming in for a surface landing.
AVON: Have they spotted you?
JENNA: I've got the detector shield up.
AVON: What sort of a ship is it?
JENNA: I don't know, it's a new type to me. ...Looks like it's coming down somewhere near you, though.

[Star One surface]

VILA: (on communicator) Do you want to come up now?
AVON: (into bracelet) No, let's see who else knows about this place.
VILA: Are you going to tell us what's going on down there? Avon ...Avon!
(Avon hears the ship coming down and runs to find a new hiding place)

[Flight deck]

JENNA: (into communicator) Vila, I need you in here to stand by the weaponry system.
VILA: (on communicator) What about the teleport?
JENNA: I'll put Orac on it.
VILA: He's not as quick as we are.
JENNA: We'll have to live with that.
VILA: You mean they will.
JENNA: Just get on with it.
(she plugs in the activator)
JENNA: Orac, operate the teleport as instructed.
ORAC: Oh, very well.
JENNA: And check that intergalactic defence zone. I want everything you can find out about it, including why it's there.

[Star One central control room]

STOTT: You're here, then.
BLAKE: Apparently.
STOTT: I was told you would be alone.
BLAKE: Obviously you were misinformed.
(Stott nods towards Cally)
STOTT: Who is this woman?
BLAKE: She is my mother.
STOTT: May I see your identification?
BLAKE: What for? ...After all, who else knows about this place?
STOTT: I was told you could be difficult.
BLAKE: You seem to have been told rather a lot about me.
STOTT: I was interested. I am not unfamiliar with traitors, but the scale of your treachery is unusual, and your insistence on carrying out the final act personally ...must make you ...unique.
BLAKE: Your disapproval would carry more conviction if you were not going to benefit from my ...treachery. Now when do I get to perform the final act?
STOTT: Which of your hands is artificial?
BLAKE: This one. Rather good, don't you think?
STOTT: And the eye patch, what happened to that?

[Star One surface]

(a hooded figure from the ship arrives at the outer door and goes to operate the door control panel)
AVON: Hold it, touch that and I'll drop you where you stand. ...Well, now. Travis. Fancy meeting you here.
TRAVIS: Put the gun down, Avon, it's too late to stop it now.
AVON: Convince me.
TRAVIS: Be polite and I may let you live.
AVON: Be informative and I may let you die. You'll want that after I've shot off an arm and a leg or two.
TRAVIS: I thought you were supposed to be the one with brains?
AVON: Brains but no heart. Now talk or scream, Travis, the choice is yours.

[Flight deck]

ORAC: My preliminary examination of the defence zone indicates that it is made up of a network of satellite generators...
VILA: We could have told you that.
ORAC: ...each of which performs a dual function, namely, to indicate the approach of an intruder and then to destroy that intruder by a powerful anti-matter implosion.
JENNA: So it's a combined alarm system and minefield.
ORAC: Correct. If I may continue.
VILA: He always makes me feel as if I should be taking notes.
ORAC: If I may continue! The defence zone is controlled and monitored from the computer complex known as Star One.
VILA: Ah.
ORAC: A cursory examination of the relevant Star One systems indicates that this defence zone is one of a number of such zones located at strategic points on the rim of that section of the galaxy colonised by mankind.
VILA: Then they are expecting an invasion? A hoard of hairy aliens.
ORAC: There is no logical reason why aliens should be hairy.
VILA: There is no logical reason why people should be hairy. I don't like this Jenna, we could be sitting in the front line.
ORAC: I see no cause for alarm. From the design and construction patterns it would appear that the defence zones have been built up very gradually over a long period of time. My conclusion is that they are merely precautionary rather than a response to some specific threat.
JENNA: Well if there's no threat why bother with precautions?
ORAC: If the resources are available to eliminate even the vaguest threat, it would seem logical to do so.
VILA: I'd agree with that. What do you call a vague threat?
ORAC: A contact, er, sometime in the past, either a communication or a physical contact.
VILA: A physical contact?
ORAC: A scout ship, perhaps.
VILA: A scout ship, perhaps! Like that one down on the surface now, perhaps!
JENNA: Zen, put the battle computers online.
ZEN: Confirmed, battle computers are online.
JENNA: Give me maximum available range on the detectors.

[Star One control room - section 4]

(Blake looks out into the corridor and sees Stott talking to a guard. Cally is opening the container)
CALLY: What do you think is going on?
BLAKE: Well, they were waiting for Travis, so obviously he's expected to take over.
CALLY: Except there's more to it than that.
BLAKE: Yes, the final act. Well, whatever that is we've got a final act of our own to arrange. You work your way through the other control rooms. If anyone questions you be, arrogant. You're with Travis, and he's about to become Emperor of the galaxy.
CALLY: What about you?
BLAKE: I'll wait for Stott. As long as he thinks I am Travis we'll have no problems. Huh, besides I might find even out the rest of it. I'm going to set this timer for one hour.
(Blake places a bomb and Stott comes in)
STOTT: Most of the systems have been modified already. The chaos and destruction should already be sufficient to ensure that resistance is slight.
BLAKE: When will you be ready for the ultimatum?
STOTT: Ultimatum?
BLAKE: Laying out of our terms for the restoration of order.
STOTT: Policy is not our concern, Travis. It is sufficient to serve.

[Star One corridor]

(Cally places a bomb from the container)

[Star One surface]

AVON: I hope these people will really do as you tell them, Travis.
TRAVIS: They will.
AVON: The first one who doesn't will cost you your head.

[Star One corridor]

AVON: (to Travis) Don't move.
(Avon opens the door of room M and Lurena who has been listening falls out and they struggle. Travis escapes)
AVON: Damn!

[Star One room M]

LURENA: They're all dead.
AVON: Yes, I can see that. Did you kill them?
LURENA: No. They are trying to kill me.
AVON: They have a novel approach to the job.
LURENA: You don't understand. In here they're dead, but out there, out there they're still alive, walking about!
AVON [OC]: Trying to kill you?
LURENA: Yes.
AVON: Yes.
(an armed technician appears in the doorway)
LURENA: Look out!
(Avon shoots him and he morphs into a jelly-like form accompanied by the bubbling sound and smoke)
LURENA: What are they?
AVON: Unfriendly, which is fortunate, really. They'd be difficult to love. Come on.

[Liberator in orbit of Star One]

[Flight deck]

VILA: Nothing. There's nothing there. I knew we were panicking unnecessarily. Alien hordes, I mean to say.
JENNA: There they are.
VILA: Where? Where?
JENNA: Just coming into detector range.
VILA: They're too far off to be sure. They could be meteors.
JENNA: They're ships.
VILA: No, they couldn't be, there's too many of them. That's a cloud of meteors. Well, come on Jenna, you can see that, admit it. That's a cloud of ...big meteors, ...very big meteors, and it's slowing down.
JENNA: They know about the defence zone.
VILA: Jenna, let's run for it.

[Star One central control room]

(technicians are at work)
STOTT: Is it nearly complete?
(Parton does a test)
PARTON: As you see.
STOTT: Constructing the circuits required to deactivate the defence zone was difficult, but we were able to keep the technicians alive long enough to duplicate their entire brain patterns as well as their physical shape.
BLAKE: Their physical shape?
STOTT: Why do we still retain it? The woman Lurena has escaped. It's just a precaution. ...May I ask you an impertinent question?
BLAKE: If you don't mind an impertinent answer.
STOTT: I have taken on the shape of your species. I use your words, and yet I cannot understand you. The woman Lurena and the other technicians that were here, these I could understand. But you. Why have you betrayed your own kind? Why have you given us the means to eradicate your species?
BLAKE: Eradicate humanity?
STOTT: Virtually.
BLAKE: Well maybe I just don't like crowds.
(Travis comes in and shoots Blake with his laseron destroyer)
BLAKE: Travis...
STOTT: You are Travis?
TRAVIS: I am Travis.
STOTT: Then who is this?
TRAVIS: His name is Blake. Hm. His name was Blake.

[Star One control room - section 4]

(Avon and Lurena come in. Avon shoots a guard. Cally appears from another section)
AVON: Where's Blake?
CALLY: Well I left him in here.
(looking at the 'guard'. NB no bubbling sound or smoke!)
CALLY: What's that?
AVON: We seem to have stumbled over an alien invasion. (to Lurena) Which of these control sections handles the defence zone?
LURENA: I can't tell you that.
AVON: You must know. Now think, woman.
LURENA: I can't tell you because you haven't been cleared by security.
AVON: Well, neither had that!
CALLY: She's been conditioned, Avon. She wants to tell you but she can't.
AVON: Come on.

[Star One central control room]

TRAVIS: Your people are well trained.
STOTT: They serve, as do we all.
TRAVIS: How much longer?
PARTON: Each of these keys will close down one sector of the defence zone. When I've connected this last one, you can begin.
TRAVIS: My one regret ...is that they'll never know who really killed them.

[Alien battle fleet]

[Flight deck]

VILA: Why are they just sitting there?
JENNA: They're waiting for someone to clear that defence zone.
VILA: Do you think Blake knows what's happening? Why hasn't he come back yet? What are we supposed to do, Jenna?
JENNA: Give the alarm.
VILA: Terrific idea, who do you suggest we tell?
JENNA: Servalan.
VILA: Oh now, wait a minute.
JENNA: I just hope Blake understands why we betrayed him.
(she plugs in the activator)
JENNA: Orac, I want you to punch through a message to the strategy computer in Space Command Headquarters. I want you to tell it that there's an alien battle fleet estimated at six hundred ships about to enter Federation space. Give it these coordinates. Tell it that the information comes from Blake on the Liberator. Can you do that, Orac?
ORAC: I would remind you that I am not a communicator.
JENNA: Your carrier beam is the fastest way to contact Servalan.
ORAC: That is not the purpose for which it was developed.
VILA: Do it, you useless bunch of junk. You got us into this mess, 'No cause for alarm' you said, or have you forgotten?
ORAC: I have passed the message, as you requested. ...The Space Command strategy computer is now registering the data.

[Star One central control room]

PARTON: It is finished. Now you can open the way for our fleet to enter.
TRAVIS: The final act.

[Alien battle fleet]

[Star One central control room]

(Travis' left hand pushes a button)

[Flight deck]

ZEN: Information. One sector of the defence zone has now been deactivated.

[Star One central control room]

(Travis and Stott are shot by Blake who then subsides. Avon comes in and shoots Parton. Cally finds Blake)
CALLY: Avon!
AVON: How bad is he?
CALLY: Bad enough.
BLAKE: Is he dead, Avon? Is Travis dead?
(Travis has come to and is raising his laseron destroyer. Avon shoots Travis who falls into a deep central well)
AVON: He is now. ...Are you?
BLAKE: I've had better days.
CALLY: We must get him back to the ship.
BLAKE: No. The aliens were closing down the defence zone. There must be a fleet out there. We must warn the Federation.
CALLY: From the ship.
BLAKE: The charges, Cally. We cannot blow this place up. Humanity is going to need all the resources it can get.
CALLY: All the charges are set, Blake, they'll blow in ten minutes. We can't stop them now they're primed, it's too late.
BLAKE: Well get them out onto the surface.
AVON: In ten minutes?
BLAKE: Try, Cally. Help her, Avon.
AVON: (to Lurena) You. Do what you can for him.

[Space Headquarters exterior]

[Servalan's office]

SERVALAN: When did this come in?
DURKIM: It showed up on the strategy readout.
SERVALAN: All right, Durkim. Red One mobilisation.
DURKIM: You believe it?
SERVALAN: All fighting ships to make maximum speed. Patch this office into the fleet coordination suite. Well, get on with it!

[Star One corridor]

(Avon and Cally are retrieving the bombs)
AVON: How many more?
CALLY: Three. How long have we got?
AVON: Two and a half minutes.

[Star One central control room]

BLAKE: I forgot.
LURENA: Try not to move about.
BLAKE: No, you don't understand. There's another explosive charge.
LURENA: Look, lie still. You'll kill yourself.
BLAKE: They don't know about it. I've got to get it out.
LURENA: I'll get it. Tell me where it is.
BLAKE: I put it in section four on one of the panels.
LURENA: All right. Now lie still.
BLAKE: You'll have to hurry.

[Star One room]

AVON: Come on, come on. We've got a minute and fifteen seconds.
CALLY: That's the last.
AVON: Move!

[Star One control room - section 4]

(Lurena runs in and starts to search for the bomb. As she finds it four armed technicians rush in)

[Star One surface]

(Avon and Cally make it to the outer door and Cally tosses the container with the bombs away)

[Star One control room - section 4]

(Lurena with the bomb hidden behind her back walks towards the armed technicians)

[Star One surface]

(the bombs explode)

[Servalan's office]

CONTROLLER #1: (on monitor) Flagship Galileo reports galactic eighth fleet under way, estimate achieve coordinates in four hours.
CONTROLLER #2: (on monitor) Cruiser Beagle now estimating rendezvous in three hours and seventeen minutes.
CONTROLLER #3: (on monitor) Flotillas fourteen and sixteen confirm four hours and eight minutes.
DURKIM: But what happens in the meantime?

[Alien battle fleet]

[Flight deck]

AVON: I gave him my word.
VILA: To fight off that fleet until the Federation get here?
AVON: That is what I promised.
JENNA: Why, Avon?
AVON: Why not?
CALLY: They are under way. ...They're moving towards the gap in the defence zone.
AVON: Zen, put it on visual.
(the battle fleet is on the viewscreen)
ZEN: Confirmed.
AVON: Well?
JENNA: Zen, battle computers to calculate intercept course and strike ranges.
ZEN: Confirmed.
VILA: Put up the radiation flare shield, clear the neutron blasters for firing.
ZEN: Neutron blasters are cleared for firing.
AVON: Zen, put up the force wall.
ZEN: Confirmed.
(Blake comes in)
AVON: Why didn't you stay in the medical unit? Couldn't you bring yourself to trust me just this once?
BLAKE: I thought I might be able to help.
AVON: In that condition?
BLAKE: ...All right I'll go back.
AVON: Can you manage, ...alone?
BLAKE: Yes. ...Avon. ...For what it is worth ...I have always trusted you ...from the very beginning.

[Alien battle fleet]

[Liberator leaving orbit]

CONTROLLER #4: Flotilla seventeen estimates two hours and six minutes.
CONTROLLER #5: Battle cruiser Newton reports coordinates achievable in one hour and seven minutes.

[Flight deck]

CALLY: One minute to strike range.
VILA: We can't hold all of them.
JENNA: They can't all come through that gap at once.

[Liberator approaches the battle fleet]

[Flight deck]

AVON: Stand by to fire.
VILA: Avon, this is stupid!
AVON: When did that ever stop us? ...Fire!

<Back to the episode listing

Blake's Seven and related marks are trademarks of The British Broadcasting Corporation. Copyright 1977, Present. The Blake's Seven web pages on this site are for educational and entertainment purposes only. All other copyrights property of their respective holders.