Children of Auron
Original Airdate: February 19, 1980

[Servalan's cruiser in flight]

CONTROL VOICE: All scanners operating.
SERVALAN [OC]: Maintain full alert.
CONTROL VOICE: Maintaining.

[Servalan's cruiser command cabin]

CONTROL VOICE: (on monitor) Contact. Auron bound contact.
SERVALAN: (into intercom) Captain Deral to the Command Cabin. Identification.
CONTROL VOICE: Small. Looks like a patrol vessel. Coming onto visual, ...now.
(Servalan activates the viewscreen)
SERVALAN: From Auron?
CONTROL VOICE: Yes. One of their C-type patrollers.
SERVALAN: Crew?
CONTROL VOICE: Solo.
SERVALAN: Good. ...Ideal. Ah, Captain Deral.
(she terminates the communication with Control and initiates one with Ginka)
SERVALAN: (into intercom) Ginka! Activate ionic beams.
GINKA: (on monitor) Activated.
SERVALAN: Obtain target coordinates from control.
GINKA: Very well, Madam President.
DERAL: Ionic beams only?
SERVALAN: Just to disable, cause minimum damage. (into intercom) Clinic, bring the disease pathogens now. (to Deral) I want that pilot alive. ...Alive and vulnerable.

[Liberator in flight]

[Flight deck]

CALLY: Course, Zen.
ZEN: Course eight-two-eight-zero-four. Destination is the planet Earth.
CALLY: Why Earth?
VILA: Why not?
TARRANT: Anywhere else in mind?
VILA: The Himalayas are quite tall at this time of the year.
CALLY: Feeling homesick, are you?
TARRANT: As it happens, it's his idea. There's someone there he wants to eliminate.
AVON: Execute.
CALLY: What?
TARRANT: One of the Federation's para-investigators. Notorious thug known as 'Shrinker'.
AVON: One of his victims was a young woman called Anna Grant. ...She was important to me.
CALLY: So it's just revenge you're after?
AVON: Just and sweet.
(Avon and Tarrant are playing a board game. Avon moves a piece)
CALLY: You two, you approve of this?
TARRANT: In the absence of a more pressing engagement.
AVON: I am not asking them to kill him.
CALLY: But pointless revenge, it doesn't achieve anything.
VILA: We're going home ...to Earth. ...Does it have to matter why?
(Tarrant moves a piece)

[Servalan's cruiser brings the patrol vessel aboard]

[Servalan's cruiser command cabin]

GINKA: (on monitor) Docking arm secured.
SERVALAN: (into intercom) Good. Bring the pilot straight up.
(Servalan pours a clear liquid into a flask containing a pink one. The liquid in the flask turns clear)
DERAL: Are you sure we're totally immune?
SERVALAN: I'd hardly be doing this if we weren't.
DERAL: The man may suspect. Don't forget, all Aurons are telepathic.
SERVALAN: Not, Deral, after being hit by an ionic beam.
DERAL: Let's hope not.
(Servalan pours some liquid from the flask into a cup. The pilot comes in)
SERVALAN: Ah, pilot four-zero.
(Servalan hands him the cup and he drinks and coughs)
PILOT: Loss of power. ...Systems failure. ...Total cut out.
SERVALAN: You were hit by a random ionic reef.
PILOT: Ionic reef?
SERVALAN: Probably a residual from the War.
DERAL: We ran into it too.
SERVALAN: But with force shields up.
DERAL: More?
(he tops up the pilot's cup)
PILOT: Thanks.
SERVALAN: (into intercom) Ginka, how badly damaged is the Auron patrol ship?
GINKA: (on monitor) Its control systems are burnt out. The auxiliary power unit is functional, but for manual operation only. I'm continuing with further checks.
SERVALAN: Manual only, I'm afraid.
PILOT: I'll manage.
DERAL: With reduced power?
PILOT: Auron isn't so far off. Can you supply me with the course coordinates.?
SERVALAN: Naturally. I only wish we had time to diverge...
PILOT: No. Since the War, and Federation break-up, our people are more cautious than ever. ...Isolationists.
SERVALAN: Very prudent of them. There are so many unscrupulous fortune seekers at large.
GINKA: Checking's completed.
SERVALAN: Good. Set course coordinates for Auron.
GINKA: Right away, Madam.
PILOT: Right. ...I owe you my life.
SERVALAN: Just be sure and get home safely.

[Flight deck]

CALLY: Since when has a personal vendetta been a good enough reason for going anywhere?
AVON: The trouble with the people of Auron is that they all suffer from a superiority complex...
VILA: You should get on well with them, then.
AVON: ...too good to become involved with the rest of humanity.
CALLY: That's not true. Just because we happen to be neutral doesn't necessarily...
AVON: Neutrality or pacifism, it all boils down to the same gutless inanity.
CALLY: You're wrong.
VILA: 'Gutless inanity'. I like it. What's it mean?
CALLY: ...Some of us wanted to participate in galactic affairs.
AVON: Yes?
CALLY: Yes.
DAYNA: So what happened? Were you overruled?
AVON: The great passive majority psyched them into line. Telepathic communion is a wonderful thing.
CALLY: I joined a group of freedom fighters.
TARRANT: On Auron?
CALLY: No, defending the planet Saurian Major from the Federation.
TARRANT: The Federation won, of course.
CALLY: Yes. I do try, though. We're not all gutless, you see.
VILA: And the Aurons punished you for your defiance, didn't they?
TARRANT: Were you exiled?
CALLY: Yes. Why do you imagine I've never gone back? Affection for him?
(Avon looks up)

[Auron control centre exterior]

[Auron control centre]

PATAR [OC]: (into communicator) Auron control to pilot four-zero, make contact please. Auron control to pilot four-zero.
PATAR: Not receiving you, four-zero. Repeat, not receiving you.
CA-2: Still nothing?
PATAR: He's totally on his own. (into communicator) We have you on visual, four-zero, but we are not hearing you. Apply retro thrust. Do you copy?
CA-2: He'll burn up if he doesn't do it soon. CA-1!
PATAR: Pilot four-zero, you must apply retro thrust. Repeat, apply retro thrust.
CA-2: Do you think he's slowing?

[Patrol vessel on approach]

ASSISTANT TRAFFIC CONTROLLER [OC]: Could be.
PATAR [OC]: ...Full retro, four-zero.

[Patrol vessel]

(the pilot is struggling to control the vessel. He has sores on his face)
PATAR: (on communicator) Looking good. ...Re-entry ...terminating. ...Well done, four-zero. Stand by for hook-up, stand by.

[Auron control centre]

RETRIEVER #1: (on intercom) Hook up completed.
PATAR: (into intercom) Very smooth, Retriever 1.
RETRIEVER #1: Standing by for docking.
PATAR: Full emergency procedures operative, Retriever 1.
CA-1: Patar, arrange a debriefing with the pilot, please. CA-2, come with me.
PATAR: A signal for you, four-zero.

[Patrol vessel]

(the pilot is dead)
PATAR: (on intercom) Remain in the patroller for priority debriefing with CA-1 and the Deputy. Repeat...
(a yellow liquid oozes out of the pilot's mouth)

[Servalan's cruiser command cabin]

PATAR: (on intercom) ...remain in the patroller for priority debriefing with CA-1 and Deputy. Over.
SERVALAN: They'll have their priority, all right. ...Survival.
DERAL: They aren't all going to die, are they?
SERVALAN: Deral, we must rebuild the Federation.
DERAL: But Auron has always been neutral.
SERVALAN: Yes. And so long as it was politically expedient they were left to their pathetic little ideals. But ...the War has left us with a different situation. General disunity and anarchy. So ...different imperatives prevail.
DERAL: What about their powers of telepathy?
SERVALAN: They'll have their narrow little minds on other things now. An epidemic of alien pathogens.
(Servalan holds up the flask)

[Liberator in flight]

[Flight deck]

CALLY: Death. ...Dying.
(Avon passes hand in front of face. She has a blank look)
AVON: Cally.
(he snaps his fingers)
AVON: Cally!
DAYNA: What's wrong with her?
CALLY: They're dying, ...all dying.
AVON: Who? Who is dying?
TARRANT: Here, try her with this. Should snap her out of it.
VILA: That stuff would snap an asteroid out of orbit.
(Dayna operates a spray under Cally's nose)
DAYNA: Cally!
CALLY: They're all dying. ...Dayna, they're all dying.

[Auron control centre]

(the assistant traffic controller beside Patar has sores on his face and collapses)
PATAR: Orderlies, here!
(the orderlies remove the assistant traffic controller)
CA-2: (into intercom) Report, Module Six.
MODULE SIX VOICE: (on intercom) It's here, we've got it here.
CA-1: Oh, no.
CA-2: Details.
MODULE SIX VOICE: First case was an hour ago. It started with the children.
CA-2: Next, the young adults. Thank you, Module Six.
CA-1: Any response to the distress calls?
CA-2: Not a whisper. Appeals out on all channels. Nothing.
MEDICAL VOICE: (on intercom) Medical section reporting.
CA-1: (into intercom) Yes.
MEDICAL VOICE: Negative trace. Non-bacterial, Non-viral. Must conclude disease pathogen of alien origins.
CA-1: Ah, yes. From their insane Intergalactic War.
MEDICAL VOICE: What else?
CA-2: (to CA-1 and into intercom) So why aren't we affected? We were exposed to the disease first, longer than anyone.
MEDICAL VOICE: It's your generation. You still have a resistance to the infection.
CA-2: Unlike the youngsters. (to CA-1) So what do we do?
CA-1: Evacuation.
FRANTON: It's probably Auron's only chance now.
CA-1: Why aren't you at the replication plant?
FRANTON: Off shift, unfortunately.
CA-2 [OC]: Oh, I'm sorry.
FRANTON: There's still my assistant, Zelda.
(CA-1 activates a viewscreen)
CA-1: (into intercom) Are you all right? No symptoms?
ZELDA: (on viewscreen) The plant is fully sterile, sir.
CA-1: Zelda, prepare a full range of genetic stock. Get them packed immediately, ready for evacuation.
ZELDA: I have a different priority, sir.
FRANTON: (into intercom) What is it, Zelda?
ZELDA: To contact Cally.
CA-1: Oh, that young rebel.
ZELDA: The Liberator must be our best hope.
CA-1: Look, we already have distress calls out on constant transmission. Just obey orders!
FRANTON: With respect, sir. (into intercom) You and Cally are from the same sibling group, aren't you?
ZELDA: Yes, Cally's my twin.
FRANTON: (to CA-1) Identical brain scan.
ZELDA: Optimum telepathic affinity.
CA-1: Yes, well, forget all that and just do as I say...
FRANTON: Keep trying Zelda, keep at it. (to CA-1) But for you our people might have had some natural resistance. Your precious dream of isolation!
CA-1: That policy was agreed upon in council.
FRANTON: And those in opposition were simply ignored. My father tried to warn you, and so did Cally, and look how you've thanked her.
CA-1: She deserved to be exiled.
FRANTON: You'd better just hope Zelda can get her back now.

[Flight deck]

ZELDA: (telepathic) Cally. ...Help us, Cally. ...Help Auron.
CALLY: Help ...help Auron.
TARRANT: ...(to Avon) Let's go.
AVON: Can we trust them?
CALLY: Yes. Zelda would never trick me.
VILA: Zelda?
DAYNA: Her identical sibling.
VILA: Eh?
DAYNA: There are plenty more like her on Auron, apparently.
CALLY: This is not a trap.
AVON: Not knowingly, perhaps.
TARRANT: Zen, reroute to planet Auron.
AVON: Just like that?
TARRANT: A democracy. You're outvoted, Avon, three to two.
VILA: Four to one. I like to stay with the winners whenever possible.
ZEN: Confirm course changing to zero-three-one-zero. Destination, the planet Auron. State speed.
TARRANT: Standard by six.
ZEN: Confirm.
CALLY: (telepathic) I'm coming, Zelda. ...I'm coming home. ...I'm coming home.

[Liberator turning in space and moving off]

[Servalan's cruiser in space]

[Servalan's cruiser command cabin]

(Servalan is showing images on the viewscreen)
SERVALAN: Their bio-replication plant. Auron's most elegant achievement. Synthesised placenta unit, each capable of gestating a batch of identical siblings.
DERAL: Off...?
SERVALAN: Foetuses, Deral. Offspring.
DERAL: They look quite human.
SERVALAN: They are. The man who perfected the process, ...Franton, achieved spontaneous cell differentiation.
DERAL: No need for fertilisation.
SERVALAN: That's right. ...Pure genetic replication.
DERAL: Your own cells, unmated. One parent only.
SERVALAN: Exactly. And now, since the untimely destruction of the Clonemasters, it is exclusive to Auron.
DERAL: Exclusive? So this is your reason. Nothing to do with rebuilding the Federation. You simply want to reproduce.
SERVALAN: It's as well for you that just now I happen to need men like you and Ginka. Loyal, unquestioning, not prone to interfering in matters of strategy.
DERAL: Even so, does seem a little ...excessive? To afflict a whole planet merely to indulge...
SERVALAN: Indulge nothing! This, Deral, this is merely a bonus. My primary object for Auron's affliction, as you call it, is to seize the Liberator.

[Liberator in flight]

[Flight deck]

AVON: This is crass stupidity.
TARRANT: Not from Cally's side of the scanner.
AVON: Emotional ties. We cannot risk the Liberator for sentiment.
TARRANT: As long as Cally is part of this crew, she has full call on your loyalty and support, no matter what the risks.
AVON: You are forgetting that the Aurons rejected her. They sent her into exile.
TARRANT: You were exiled from Earth.
AVON: I go back as an executioner.
TARRANT: And you really believe revenge should rate a higher priority than mercy?
AVON: All right. ...We will consult Orac.
(he plugs in Orac's activator)

[Servalan's cruiser command cabin]

SERVALAN: (into intercom) Signal Auron Control. Offer medical facilities.
GINKA: (on monitor) Do we go in and dock?
DERAL: (into intercom) I give your orders, Ginka.
GINKA: My apologies, Captain. Do we go in and dock, sir.
DERAL: You'll get your or...
SERVALAN: Yes. With full quarantine precautions. Say we're afraid of cross infection. Under the circumstances, they shouldn't find that hard to believe.
GINKA: True, Madam.
DERAL: What if the Liberator's out of range of Auron's distress calls?
SERVALAN: You're forgetting Cally.
DERAL: Her telepathy?
SERVALAN: Exactly. And I'm quite sure she's capable of persuading the others.

[Liberator in flight]

CALLY: (telepathic) Soon. We're coming. Tell them they must not despair. The Liberator is on its way. Zelda, we will be together again. Be strong. I'm coming home, Zelda. I'm coming to help you.

[Auron control centre]

PATAR: (to CA-1) Sir. (into communicator) Your message received, Jig Nine. Hold please.
CA-1: It's a reply.
PATAR: Requesting quarantine dockings.
CA-2: Who are they?
PATAR: It's an ex-Federation cruiser.
CA-1: All right. Confirm.
FRANTON: Just a minute. ...Suppose it's a trick.
CA-1 [OC]: How?
FRANTON: This whole epidemic. They could have intercepted our patrol ship and infected our pilot.
CA-1: For what reason?
FRANTON: Conquest.
CA-1: Oh, that's ridiculous!
FRANTON: Surely it would be safer to wait for the Liberator. At least we can trust them, and we know they're coming, Zelda heard.
CA-1: But not when. ...Do you know how long it'll take? Eh? Exactly. All right. Confirm docking. Full quarantine.
PATAR: (into communicator) Auron control to Jig Nine.

[Servalan's cruiser in flight]

[Servalan's cruiser command cabin]

GINKA [OC]: (on monitor) Madam, docking facilities open.
SERVALAN: (into intercom) Quarantine?
GINKA [OC]: As specified.
SERVALAN: Tell them to have specimens ready for analysis.
GINKA: Right.
SERVALAN: No. Tell them to have a patient ready. Specify Clinician Franton. Tell them he's to wear protective suiting to withstand radiation scanning.
GINKA: Clinician Franton?
SERVALAN: Yes. ...Their replication expert.

[Flight deck]

ORAC: Reproduction by Clinician Franton's method of group cloning has resulted in highly developed psychic faculties, telepathy being the most obvious example. These faculties are, of course, limited to the young since cloning was developed relatively recently.
AVON: We know all that.
ORAC: Since I lack sensors to assess what is or is not in your mind, I cannot assess what is or is not already known to you.
TARRANT: Listen, Orac, what about the disease epidemic Cally's talking about.
ORAC: It's a high probability because Auron has had a policy of neutrality and isolation, the planet has now been kept completely free of all disease for more than three decades.
TARRANT: A sterile environment.
AVON: Without disease there would be no natural resistance to infection.
ORAC: Precisely.
(Cally comes in)
CALLY: Checking up?
AVON: Why not?
CALLY: There's nothing Orac can tell you that I can't.
AVON: Maybe not, but dispassionately, without prejudice or emotion.
CALLY: So what's Orac's dispassionate assessment? A trap?
AVON: We haven't got that far.
ZEN: Distress signal from Auron.
CALLY: Details.
ZEN: Signal faint and intermittent.
CALLY: Come on, come on.
ZEN: Requesting urgent help. ...Requesting medical facilities.

[Therapy unit]

(Ginka is watching Franton, who has sores on her face, in the treatment chamber on a viewscreen)
GINKA: (into intercom) Diagnostic scan complete. Remove helmet for treatment. Grasp the support. Keep as still as possible. Feet on the marks.
(the attendant leaves the chamber and the treatment unit is switched on. Franton shudders)

[Servalan's cruiser command cabin]

DERAL: (into intercom) Ginka, that is not clinician Franton.
GINKA: (on intercom) It is, sir.
SERVALAN: Rubbish. Ginka, who is this woman?
GINKA: She's Franton's daughter, in charge of the bio replication plant since her father's death several years ago.
SERVALAN: Daughter? Surely the man would have replicated in his own image.
GINKA: It seems she was born while he was still developing the process.
SERVALAN: Ah, born of natural birth.
GINKA: Evidently. Excuse me, Madam.

[Therapy unit]

(Ginka watches the viewscreen. Franton's sores disappear. She is released from the treatment unit)
GINKA: (into intercom) There's a mirror to your left.

[Servalan's cruiser command cabin]

DERAL: Shall I have her brought in here, Madam?
SERVALAN: Please don't interfere, Deral. I've already given Ginka his orders.
CONTROL VOICE: Excuse me Madam. Control. Liberator is on visual.
SERVALAN: The prize, Deral. The way to re-establish the Federation more quickly. The single most powerful fighting ship left in space. With that, we can command the loyalty of all factions.
(Franton and Ginka come in)
GINKA: Clinician Franton.
SERVALAN: No longer infectious.
GINKA: Total cure.
FRANTON: Your therapy unit is miraculous.
SERVALAN: Thank you. Installed shortly before the Intergalactic War.
FRANTON: Auron's people will be saved if we can reprogram our medical units.
SERVALAN: I only wish that were possible. Explain, Ginka.
GINKA: It's a pathogen introduced by the aliens during the War. Treatment is linked to the patient's individual tissue pattern.
FRANTON: Individual?
GINKA: The best we can offer is for your people to come on board wearing protective clothing in batches of six.
FRANTON: Six? Our entire planet's infected. If we could at least take the unit out to our medical centre...
GINKA: No question of that. Batches of six, in suits.

[Auron control centre corridor]

(Six figures in protective suits stagger along)
CA-2: Six at a time.
CA-1: Well, even if only a few dozen can survive

[Auron control centre]

CA-1: ...Where's clinician Franton?
CA-2: She's gone back to the plant to prepare for evacuation of the genetic stock.
PATAR: Liberator arrival imminent, sir.
CA-2: At last!
CA-1: Patar. Offer immediate docking facilities.
PATAR: I did, sir, but they ...they said they're using teleport.

[Teleport room]

CALLY: We're wasting valuable time, why don't we dock now?
AVON: Security.
CALLY: But this is a mercy mission, not a war.
VILA: Those bugs could hit us too, you know.
TARRANT: We can dock once we've assessed.
VILA: Er, volunteering for teleport duty up here.
AVON: We should leave two.
TARRANT: Dayna can bring one of them straight back up for analysis.
DAYNA: Okay.
CALLY: It would be quicker if we took Orac down with us.
AVON: It would be stupid to compound the risk.
CALLY: Risk! They're dying down there, dying by the thousand.
TARRANT: Orac stays, Cally.
DAYNA: Come on.
VILA: Good luck.

[Therapy unit]

DERAL: Ginka.
GINKA: Yes sir?
DERAL: Stand up.
GINKA: Sir.
DERAL: You are addressing a superior officer, stand up!
GINKA: As you wish, sir.
DERAL: Yes, Ginka, as I wish. I'm tired of your insubordination. I'm tired of your not very subtle attempt to undermine my authority.
GINKA: Is this an official reprimand, sir? If it is, then I have the right to the presence of another officer to whom I may state my case.
DERAL: What exactly is your case?
GINKA: Do you mean you don't know?
DERAL: Is it because you were passed over for command?
GINKA: You admit that I was passed over then.
DERAL: Clearly, since I was made captain and you were not. A fact you'd do well to bear in mind.
GINKA: Oh, I do bear it in mind, sir. I bear it in mind all the time.
DERAL: Then act accordingly, ...or I shall have you up in front of a court martial.
GINKA: I don't think the President would go along with that. sir.
DERAL: You think she has some special regard for you, is that it?
GINKA: I think she recognises a good officer, even if he doesn't have the right connections.
DERAL: As I have?
GINKA: Surely, since you were made Captain, ...and I was not.
DERAL: Get on with your work.
(the six figures in protective suits enter the treatment chamber)
GINKA [OC]: (on intercom) The first six have arrived, Madam.
SERVALAN: (into intercom) Get them out of those suits.
GINKA: Should I proceed with the scanning process first?
SERVALAN: There is no point. They have to die anyway. See to it, Ginka, and get two of those suits up here. Deral and I will need them.
GINKA: At once, Madam.
SERVALAN: (into intercom) Control, is the Liberator docking?
CONTROL VOICE [OC]: (on intercom) No, Madam. It is in stationary orbit.
SERVALAN: Ah, then they're using teleport.

[Auron control centre]

(Cally and Dayna get Patar up)
DAYNA: Is he strong enough, do you think?
CALLY: Yes. Come on.
DAYNA: (into bracelet) Teleport, Vila.
(Dayna and Patar teleport)
AVON: So one of your pilots was infected with an alien pathogen.
CA-2: That's right.
AVON: Why didn't he report the sickness, warn you to have quarantine ready?
CA-2: His communications were defective, auto systems as well. He managed the re-entry on manual, but died during docking.
AVON: Defective, how?
CA-2: Ionic particle dislocation.
AVON: Didn't that strike you as odd?
CA-1: No doubt yet another residue of annihilation from your War.
AVON: Impossible. No warfare pathogens or ionic reefs could have drifted this far, not so quickly.
CA-1: Well, they evidently have, and our population is... is decimated.
CALLY: At lease Dayna has taken your traffic controller up to our ship.
CA-1: One man.
CALLY: Well, we have to start somewhere. He'll be scanned for both diagnosis and treatment.
CA-1: And then what? How many can you possibly save? Everyone's infected.
AVON: Including us, by now.
CA-2: What about the genetic tissue? There are five thousand on standby for immediate dispatch.
TARRANT: Five thousand? All uninfected?
CA-1: Yes, of course.
AVON: How can you be sure?
CA-2: It's in storage at our bio replication plant.
CALLY: Is Zelda there?
CA-2: Yes, with Clinician Franton.

[Bio-replication plant]

ZELDA: There's someone in decontamination.
(Servalan and Deral in white suits are seen through the door window)
FRANTON: Carry on, Zelda. (to Servalan and Deral) Strictly no entry.
SERVALAN: (through door) Let us in, please.
FRANTON: The infection risk.
SERVALAN: You obviously have cleansing procedures. Besides, we are not diseased in any way.
FRANTON: What do you want?
SERVALAN: A small matter of payment, in return for our medical services. I wish to use one of your gestation units.
FRANTON: Replication?
SERVALAN: That, I believe, is their function. ...Is it so much to ask?
FRANTON: We're preparing for evacuation.
SERVALAN: No longer necessary. Thanks to us, ...and the Liberator.
FRANTON: But the disease pathogens will still be infecting the planet.
SERVALAN: No problem. After the gestation process is complete, our medical unit can simply induct specific resistance into the ...babies. The quicker you oblige, the quicker I can return to my ship and allow the treatment to continue!
FRANTON: The price of mercy.
SERVALAN: Elementary commerce.
(Zelda decontaminates Servalan and Deral outside the door)

[Auron control centre]

AVON: How do you feel?
TARRANT: I just hope Orac can fix it.
AVON: (into bracelet) Liberator. ...Idiot, where are you?
TARRANT: (into bracelet) Vila!

[Teleport room]

(Vila has a spacesuit on)
AVON/VILA: This is not untypical.
AVON: (on communicator) Vila, come in.
(Vila removes the spacesuit helmet)
VILA: Yes.
AVON: Where were you?
VILA: Precautions.

[Auron control centre]

AVON: (into bracelet) Against what?
VILA: (on communicator) Plague.
TARRANT: (into bracelet) Has Orac got any results yet?
VILA: No.
CA-2: The first batch are just coming back from treatment.
CA-1: Good. Get the next six ready.
AVON: Treatment?
CALLY: Where?
CA-1: From the other ship.
CALLY: What other ship?
CA-1: The one that answered our distress call shortly before you arrived.
(Ginka storms in with Federation troopers)
GINKA: Absolutely still, Tarrant! Bracelets off ...and guns. Quickly!
CA-1: Who the hell are you? I give the orders here.
GINKA: Not anymore. I'm in charge. On the floor, double quick!
CALLY: (telepathic) Zelda. ...Zelda, listen. ...We're trapped in the Control Centre. We're trapped in the Control Centre.

[Bio-replication plant]

FRANTON: Zelda! Prepare a placenta, please.
(Zelda uses a syringe to extract blood from Servalan's arm)
DERAL: Is that all it takes, then, a sample of blood?
FRANTON: It's the genetic print we need. All body cells with a nucleus carry that. The white cells are here. As long as they're capable of differentiation, they're capable of growth, ...into another you.
SERVALAN: Excellent. ...My bloodline, Deral.
FRANTON: Or gene stock.
SERVALAN: Yes.
(Franton puts six samples of the blood onto a tray for the placenta unit)
SERVALAN: Where can I speak to your control centre?
FRANTON: Over there.
(Servalan coughs. Deral goes across to her)
DERAL: Do you need me, ma'am?
SERVALAN: No, Deral, you can wait for me here.
ZELDA: Cally's trapped in the C...
(Franton stops her short as Deral comes back. He picks up the tray. Franton and Zelda exchange glances and the look at Deral)

[Teleport room]

DAYNA: Relax, Vila. Orac's found the cure.
(Vila takes the spacesuit helmet off)
VILA: Quite sure?
PATAR: It's even better than the other ship.
DAYNA: What?
VILA: What other ship?
PATAR: The ex-Federation that answered our distress call.
VILA: Now he tells us! (into communicator) Cally, Avon, Tarrant. ...Tarrant. Answer, Tarrant.
DAYNA: I'll go down.
VILA: And land us into whatever mess they're in down there? You stay here until we know the score. (into communicator) Tarrant. Answer, Tarrant.
PATAR: What's going on?
SERVALAN: (on communicator) Hello, Vila.

[Auron control centre]

SERVALAN: (into bracelet) Time to surrender. We have your compatriots, Vila. Surrender the Liberator and they live. Resist ...and they die.

[Teleport room]

SERVALAN: (on communicator) However, having some degree of personal regard for you, Vila, I am prepared to make you an offer.
VILA: (into communicator) I'm listening.
SERVALAN: A position of senior rank.
VILA: Such as?
SERVALAN: Say ...a governorship? A planet of your choosing. Earth, if you wish it.
VILA: Earth?
DAYNA: Lies.
VILA: Er, I think I'll have a chat with Orac.
DAYNA: We may have one advantage.
VILA: Really?
(Dayna indicates herself and Patar)
DAYNA: Us. ...It's just possible she doesn't know we're here.

[Auron control centre]

CA-2: Why? Why have you done this?
CA-1: Yes, why? Why have you brought this on us? I just can't believe it. I can't believe that anyone can be so...
SERVALAN: Successful? Well now you know. (to Ginka) Take them out and shoot them.
(two guards take out Liberator's crew and the Aurons)

[Auron control centre corridor]

CA-1: I'm sorry.
CA-2: You're not to blame.
CA-1: Aren't I? I should have listened to Franton after all.
CA-2: You did what you thought was right at the time.

[Teleport room]

DAYNA: Go on, Vila.
VILA: (into communicator) Er, Orac says to come up here and negotiate.

[Auron control centre]

SERVALAN: (into bracelet) Does it really?
VILA: (on communicator) A question of trust. Orac can only assess veracity in person.
SERVALAN: I'll send a deputy.
VILA: All right, but unarmed.
GINKA: Let me go, Madam. I'll take the Liberator!
SERVALAN: No. ...I think Deral would be a more suitable representative.
DERAL: Without a weapon?
SERVALAN: Have one...
(she gives Deral a small green gun)
SERVALAN: ...but hidden. It's only Vila up there and he's a coward. Get control of that teleport, and the Liberator is ours. (into bracelet) My deputy is ready. His name is Deral.
VILA: One moment.

[Teleport room]

(Vila motions Dayna and Patar to leave the teleport room)
VILA: (into communicator) All right.
DERAL: (on communicator) Teleport.
VILA: Um, welcome aboard.
(he brings the gun out from behind his back)
DERAL: Sit down.
VILA: Over here?
DERAL: Mm hm.
DAYNA: Keep still!
VILA: So much for trust. ...Disarming, isn't she?
DAYNA: Over there!
VILA: (into communicator) You tried to trick us, Servalan. Naughty. One hostage to us.

[Auron holding room]

(Avon, Cally and Tarrant are sitting on the floor With the two guards at the door)
SERVALAN: And three to me.

[Bio-replication plant]

ZELDA: But listen, I have to go.
FRANTON: Set foot outside this building and you'll be instantly infected.
ZELDA: But not dead. I can still...
FRANTON: I'm immune now Zelda, cured. One of us has to stay and complete the packing. The genetic material must be ready for evacuation. It's Auron's only chance now.
ZELDA: But...
FRANTON: Ah, I'll manage.
ZELDA: But... I... I...
FRANTON: You stay and alert Cally. Tell her to be ready.

[Teleport room]

DAYNA: Where is Servalan's ship?
PATAR: Down on the quarantine ramps.
DAYNA: Threaten it, Vila.
VILA: (into communicator) You're cut off, Servalan. We have a neutron blaster sighted on your ship.
SERVALAN: (on communicator) Destroy it, and you destroy your three compatriots.
VILA: They're not on board.
SERVALAN: True, Vila, true. But they are infected with the disease. And the only cure happens to be ...on my ship.

[Auron holding room]

SERVALAN: I think it quite safe to return. Ginka, bring the bracelets. (to the guards) Watch them.

[Teleport room]

DAYNA: Is she telling the truth, Deral? Can she really cure them? ...Well?
DERAL: If I help you, I'm finished with Servalan.
VILA: Friend, you're dead meat to her anyway.

[Auron holding room]

(Cally sees Franton in the door window)
CALLY: (telepathic) Avon, Tarrant, look.
(Franton knocks at the door. A guard shoots at the window and goes out after her. She hides. Tarrant jumps the other guard. As Avon goes out into the corridor the first guard shoots at him. Avon ducks back inside and Cally disarms the second guard. Tarrant throws him out into the corridor and the other guard shoots him)
AVON: Nice shot. ...I'll take him.
(he takes the gun from Cally and sets off)

[Auron control centre corridor]

FRANTON: I'm Franton! ...The guard's gone. You'll never get him now.
AVON: He'll alert Servalan.
CALLY: How far away is their ship?
FRANTON: Close.
AVON: As soon as she knows, she'll blast us.
TARRANT: Exactly. There's no point in staying here.
CALLY: Where shall we go, then?
FRANTON: There is one place that's safe.
AVON: From those projectiles of hers?
FRANTON: Simply because of what's in there. The replication plant. Come on.

[Servalan's cruiser command cabin]

(she crumples the cup the pilot had drunk from and throws it at a guard)
SERVALAN: Fool. (into intercom) Arm projectiles. Prepare to fire.
GINKA: (on monitor) Target?
SERVALAN: The Control Centre.

[Auron control centre exterior]

(Franton and the others are running along as the control centre explodes)
FRANTON: The Centre. ...Come on.

[Servalan's cruiser command cabin]

SERVALAN: (into intercom)The Control Centre?
GINKA: (on monitor) Demolished.
SERVALAN: Good.
GINKA: Our sensors are detecting movement.
SERVALAN: Sector?
GINKA: Northeast.
(Servalan sees them on the viewscreen)
SERVALAN: They're heading for the replication plant.
GINKA: Ready to fire.
SERVALAN: Wait. Use mark fives only.
GINKA [OC]: But, Madam!
SERVALAN: Ginka, ...I don't want that plant damaged.

[Auron control centre exterior]

(as they run on there are more explosions)
FRANTON: Not much further.
(there are more explosions)
FRANTON: Hurry!
(there are more explosions)

[Teleport room]

ZEN: Projectile attack in proximity of main Control Centre.
DAYNA: Attack?
VILA: They stand about as much chance as a bubble in a black hole.
DERAL: Unless they head for the replication plant.
VILA: What?
DERAL: It's the one possible sanctuary.
DAYNA: Why?

[Auron control centre exterior]

(as they run on there are more explosions)

[Bio-replication plant]

FRANTON [OC]: (through door) Zelda!

[Servalan's cruiser command cabin]

SERVALAN: (into intercom) No closer. Cease firing.
GINKA: (on monitor) Firing ceased.
SERVALAN: Take in a ground force. You command.
GINKA: But Madam...!
SERVALAN: Ginka! Do as I say.

[Bio-replication plant]

(Zelda decontaminates Franton outside the door and lets her in leaving the other three outside)
FRANTON: They're diseased, Zelda.
ZELDA: No.

[Bio-replication plant corridor]

TARRANT: They've stopped firing.
AVON: I wonder why.
FRANTON: (through door) Because of these.
(she lifts a cover on the placenta unit)
FRANTON: They're implanted with her cells.
TARRANT: Servalan's?
AVON: Her surrogate womb.
TARRANT: Birth by proxy.
AVON: After infecting the entire planet in the first place.
TARRANT: You must be Zelda.
ZELDA: (through door) That's right.
TARRANT: Cally.
(Cally and Zelda 'touch' hands through the door window)
AVON: So those little monsters give us a breather.
TARRANT: Not that it'll do us much good without bracelets to get us up to the Liberator.

[Teleport room]

DAYNA: Could be. If they've somehow found out about Servalan's urge to breed.
VILA: But how?
DAYNA: Cally won't be short of telepathic vibes. Her sister's there remember.
VILA: Yes, but...
DAYNA: But it's the only possible lead we have.
VILA: But if it's wrong! If he's lying!
DAYNA: Just be ready to bring me straight back up!
(she picks up five bracelets)
DAYNA: ...All right, down.
(Vila teleports Dayna)
VILA: (to Deral) You'd better be right.

[Servalan's cruiser command cabin]

SERVALAN: I told you to take in a ground force.
GINKA: I know. But I think you are mistaken, Madam.
SERVALAN: About what?
GINKA: The replication plant. Cally, Avon, and Tarrant. ...They must die now.
SERVALAN: Not in there.
GINKA: Why not? Surely you are not that concerned for Captain Deral's offspring.
SERVALAN: Deral? ...What are you talking about?
GINKA: Did you know he persuaded the woman Franton to remove some cells from one of the placentas and replace them with his own.
SERVALAN: Whose cells did he replace?
GINKA: You were with him all the time, weren't you?
SERVALAN: No. I left him alone there, ...when I went to give you you're orders. ...The firing point, ...now!

[Bio-replication plant]

(Franton and Zelda prepare boxes for evacuation Dayna hands out bracelets to Avon, Tarrant and Cally)
DAYNA: You don't look well.
TARRANT: I just hope Orac can sort us out.
DAYNA: Relax! Orac did a grand therapy job on their traffic controller.
TARRANT: (through door) Franton. Zelda. You'll have to evacuate with us. They'll be here soon, Zelda, and it won't just be bugs they're bringing.
FRANTON: He's right, Zelda.
(Avon, Tarrant, and Cally come in. Cally and Zelda embrace. Dayna hands bracelets to Franton and Zelda)
DAYNA: Get them on. Ready, everyone?
FRANTON: Wait! The gene stocks.
(they pick up the boxes)
DAYNA: Ready?
(there is a sound beeping)
ZELDA: I think it's the nutrient flow balance.
DAYNA: What are you doing?
ZELDA: I have to adjust it.
AVON: There isn't time for that.
FRANTON: Leave it, Zelda.
ZELDA: But the foetuses will die.
AVON: They're going to die anyway. Vila, get us out of here.
(Zelda removes her bracelet)
CALLY: Zelda!
(they teleport out. Zelda continues to adjust the plant)

[Servalan's cruiser command cabin]

GINKA [OC]: (on monitor) Ready to fire.
SERVALAN: (into intercom) Fire.

[Bio-replication plant]

CALLY: (telepathic) You must get out of there, Zelda. Put the bracelet on.
ZELDA: (telepathic) Even Servalan's children must have a chance, Cally. ...Servalan!

[Teleport room]

CALLY: (telepathic) Zelda!

[Bio-replication plant]

ZELDA: (telepathic) Cally!

[Auron control centre exterior]

(more explosions. Zelda screams)

[Servalan's cruiser command cabin]

(Servalan's body reacts violently as she watches the plant destroyed)

[Teleport room]

(Cally faints as she comes off the teleport)
FRANTON: Servalan must have destroyed the plant. ...Why would she do that? ...Why kill the babies? ...Even her own babies.

[Servalan's cruiser command cabin]

SERVALAN: (into intercom) Ginka. ...Ginka!
(Ginka comes in)
GINKA: We got them!
SERVALAN: You lied. ...You lied to me. ...They were mine. ...I felt them die.
(she presses button on a small unit. Ginka screams, writhes and dies)

[Teleport room]

AVON: Deral.
(he puts a bracelet on Deral's wrist)
DERAL: What?
AVON: Tell Servalan ...she missed us.
PATAR: It was for nothing. All of it was for nothing.
FRANTON: And tell her Auron's children will return.
DERAL: You can't!
TARRANT: No?
(he teleports Deral)
TARRANT: Happy landings.

[Servalan's cruiser command cabin]

SERVALAN: Deral. ...Well?
DERAL: No!
(she kills him using the small unit)

[Liberator in flight]

[Flight deck]

DAYNA: Feeling better?
TARRANT: Yes, thanks to Orac.
VILA: Did you look in on the others?
TARRANT: Yes, they're fine.
VILA: And Cally?
AVON: She'll be all right, she's sleeping. Zen, course.
ZEN: Course zero-three-two-zero for the planet Kaarn.
AVON: Kaarn?
ZEN: It is within the specified parameters. An uninhabited earth-type planet capable of supporting an Auron colony.
TARRANT: Flight time?
ZEN: Forty hours at present speed.
AVON: Increase speed.
TARRANT: No, Avon. Let's not rush it.
AVON: Why not?
TARRANT: The gene stocks that Franton has contain the potential for five thousand children.
DAYNA: Franton and Patar are going to be busy on Kaarn.
TARRANT: Maybe we should let them rest.
AVON: Maybe we should. It's likely to be the last rest they get. Zen, maintain present speed.
DAYNA: What about Cally? Do you think she'll want to go with them?
AVON: Cally will stay with us. We are closer to her than they are. Besides, a nursery of five thousand, would you want to go with them?
(they all laugh)

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