[Servalan's cruiser in flight]
[Liberator in flight]
(Vila comes in with three drinks on a tray. Avon and Cally are sitting at a star chart. Vila goes round and gives the drinks to Cally, Tarrant and Dayna while he is talking)
VILA: Twenty-seven days.
VILA: We've been following Servalan for twenty-seven days. Course six-four-five-three, nil curvature, standard by three, never mind the occasional ion cloud or asteroid cluster. Just blast a way through them. ...She's gone mad ...or dead. That's it, she's dead! We're following a rogue star-cruiser. ...I'm bored.
DAYNA: You're boring, Vila.
AVON: There is only Calcos left.
TARRANT: What would Servalan want with a penal colony?
AVON: Who knows? Perhaps she wants to compare notes with some other genocidal maniacs, or take a refresher course in basic brutality.
CALLY: It's not Calcos.
CALLY: Well, she's already missed it.
(Cally nods at the viewscreen which shows the ship passing a planet)
CALLY: She could always turn around and come back again, but why should she?
AVON: Because there's nowhere else to go.
TARRANT: No, there's nothing on the chart.
CALLY: We've come to the end.
AVON: A big zero.
(he traces a zero on the chart with his finger)
AVON: The pioneers called it the Outer Darkness.
VILA: I tell you, she's mad! She's finally gone over the top! ...Well, that's an interesting viewpoint, Vila. Yes, isn't it? Came from talking to myself. Fascinating. And do you have any other theories about paranoids?
ZEN: Information. The present course has no material end. Suggest transfer from linear progression to modular time shift.
TARRANT [OC]: Suggestion rejected, Zen.
CALLY: Just a moment. How long would it take for us to get somewhere using maximum time shift?
ZEN: One hundred and fifty-nine Earth years.
VILA: That's all I need.
DAYNA: And where will that bring us?
ZEN: Repeat There is no material destination on present course. After one hundred and fifty-nine Earth years, time shift mechanism will cease to function.
VILA: Can we go back now?
TARRANT: Avon, what do you think?
AVON: No. She must have a reason. Servalan would not leave her headquarters ...or the bulk of her battle fleet ...unless she was very confident about something. It's that confidence that intrigues me.
CALLY: Is she deliberately taking us away from somewhere? Or leading us into a trap?
AVON: No, she doesn't know we're here. No probe activity at all.
DAYNA: Why don't we just blast her out of existence once and for all?
AVON: Well, then, we would never know, would we?
VILA: And what do you think, Vila? Me, well, I think we should go back, after all, there's not a lot of scope for a man of my talents, not to mention charm and good looks, but then, on the other hand...
TARRANT [OC]: Vila!
CALLY: Vila, please!
[Servalan's cruiser disappears from view into starless space]
ZEN: Information. Forward sensors no longer register target ship.
TARRANT: That can't be right. Zen, full forward scan.
ZEN: Negative response.
AVON: Zen, give us a visual playback from the point of last contact.
(the viewscreen shows Servalan's cruiser disappearing from view into starless space)
DAYNA: It just ...went.
AVON: Cally, has it dematerialised?
CALLY: 'S'unlikely. There's no sign of abnormal particle activity.
AVON: All right. ...Zen, maintain present course. Sensors on full alert. ...(to Dayna) Speed standard by four.
DAYNA: Are you sure it's safe?
AVON: Is that an objection? ...Anyone?
VILA: Yes, I object, ...strongly.
(two bridge instruments flash and beep)
TARRANT: What was that?
AVON [OC]: Starboard navigation probe.
TARRANT [OC]: Zen, what's going on?
ZEN: Navigation computers report high-energy interference with directional probes. Automatic control untenable.
TARRANT: Battle stations. ...Zen, this interference, is there any hostile design to it?
ZEN: There is a uniform design to it.
AVON [OC]: Is it hostile?
ZEN: The word hostile is not objective.
AVON: Zen, this is no time to quibble over terminology.
(there is an explosive sound and Liberator suddenly shakes violently)
ZEN: Forward navigation probes report approach speed inconsistent with safe planetfall. Hull sensors indicate excessive atmospheric friction.
(on the viewscreen a planet's surface, very close, is rapidly approaching)
ZEN: Collision imminent. Repeat, collision imminent.
AVON: Tarrant! Full deflection!
(on the viewscreen Liberator veers away from the planet. Vila tumbles across the bridge)
(on top of a mountain range there is a dome with four minarets and a central aerial. Three structures each with four circular windows are on the mountain face below)
POOLA: Chesil, I think I've got something.
CHESIL: Aren't you going to report it?
POOLA: No. Wait!
(a trace transits a display screen)
CHESIL: Poola, you must report it!
(Chesil reaches for a button)
POOLA: They may come back!
(Chesil stops her)
CHESIL: They won't. Why should they? They don't know what's happening here, and even if they did, why should they care?
POOLA: They may. We must have hope, Chesil.
(Poola presses the 'Erase' button. Next to is a 'Report' button.)
POOLA: There. It's done.
CHESIL: You have great courage, Poola. I only hope...
CHESIL: No matter.
[Liberator turning in space]
TARRANT [OC]: I think we've pulled clear of it.
CALLY [OC]: Clear of what? What was it?
AVON: Zen, status report.
ZEN: All systems functioning normally.
AVON: All right. Automatic controls, stabilise, and give us a scan in a cone of sixty degrees.
ZEN: Scan report ...negative.
CALLY: But, Zen, there was something. A planet or...
AVON: (to Zen) So stop being pedantic, and give us the facts.
ZEN: The planet is located at course zero degrees, two thousand spacials.
(the viewscreen is blank)
TARRANT [OC]: We don't see anything.
ZEN: The planet's stratosphere comprises two energy fields. The inner is impervious, the outer, refractive to all medium-pulse emissions.
VILA: Thanks a lot, Zen.
AVON: Zen, give us a full laser scan and printout.
(the viewscreen shows a black circle with a large bright blue halo)
AVON: So. It's as simple as that. Light cannot get in and it cannot get out.
CALLY: Nor can any other medium-pulse energy. Nothing from gamma radiation to radio waves.
TARRANT: But there was light in there. Zen, playback of visual of our entry. ...Freeze it there.
(the viewscreen shows the planet's surface very close)
TARRANT: If there's no sun, where does that light come from?
ZEN: All light and other medium-pulse energy is governed by the energy-mass transformer located at grid reference three-one-nine on the visual display.
TARRANT: Zen, full magnification, reference three-one-nine.
(the viewscreen shows Servalan's cruiser on a landing pad at a spaceport)
TARRANT [OC]: So that's where she went.
AVON [OC]: Maybe we should go now.
TARRANT [OC]: Go where?
VILA [OC]: Somewhere a long way away.
TARRANT [OC]: Why do you say that?
AVON: Well, now there is technology and there is technology. Anyone who can transmute mass and energy on a planetary scale is not going to upset himself too much over my little sidearm, or a neutron blaster come to that.
CALLY: But there's no real reason to suppose they're hostile.
DAYNA: They're friendly with Servalan. That's hostile enough for me.
AVON [OC]: Quite.
CALLY: Well, surely then, that increases our obligation to find out what's going on.
TARRANT: I agree with Cally. Servalan with powerful friends doesn't bear thinking about.
DAYNA: We should have killed her when we had the chance.
TARRANT: Yes, but we didn't. I'm going down.
AVON [OC]: How?
AVON: It will be interesting to see what that energy field does to a teleport beam.
TARRANT: All right, we'll take the Liberator through again and I'll teleport from there.
AVON: Ha, ha, ha... Why don't you land it right on top of their monitoring station just in case they haven't got the message?
TARRANT: ...Zen, was our entry monitored from the planet's surface?
TARRANT: So they know we're here.
AVON: Correction. They know we came, and they know that we went away again. One thing's for sure, next time they'll be ready for us.
(Poola is standing to attention. Lector is at the desk. Grose circles her)
GROSE: A meteor.
POOLA: They do come from time to time. Some of them quite large. They're of no consequence...
GROSE: So you erase the record of them.
GROSE: Whenever they slip through.
GROSE: Even though they fire a gravity deflection thrust and slip back out again, hm?
LECTOR: And where did this 'meteor' land?
POOLA [OC]: In the desert region.
LECTOR: How very convenient.
POOLA: Convenient or not, that's what happened.
(a disembodied voice is heard)
MOLOCH: She lies. She must suffer.
POOLA: I'm telling you the truth!
MOLOCH: Give her to your men.
GROSE: Right, Lector, see to it.
(a Federation guard forces Poola to her knees. Lector gets up and slaps her. Grose's handheld communicator bleeps)
COMMUNICATIONS VOICE: President Servalan is here with her aide.
(he signals Lector to stop)
GROSE: All right, let her in.
(Grose gestures Lector to get Poola to her feet)
GROSE: President Servalan. We are indeed most honoured. And, Lector, take her out of here, would you?
POOLA: Madam President, help me!
(Lector and the guard hurry Poola out)
SERVALAN: Well, Section Leader, the records were accurate. Women, food, and inflicting pain ...in no particular order.
GROSE: The Fifth Legion always encouraged such virtues, Madam President. They sharpen the spurs of duty.
SERVALAN: Yes. ...Well, I've come a long way, Section Leader, and it wasn't out of concern for your peccadilloes. First I shall require refreshment.
GROSE: Yes, ...yes, of course. I shall have some brought.
LECTOR: (on tannoy) Attention. Unit Commander Lector here. I want two men at the lower city gate, ...now. We have a present for you. ...Move!
(two guards are sent off at the run while others laugh)
LECTOR: Right. They'll be waiting. Take her down.
(Lector pushes Chesil to the floor and leaves)
[Liberator stationary in space]
ORAC: Such trivial questions should more properly be addressed to the ship's master computer.
TARRANT: Yes, I'm sorry if it's beneath your dignity, Orac, but Zen has no record of the plans in the data banks, and there's no sign of it in the Federation charts.
ORAC: The body to which you refer is Sardos, a large fixed meteoroid with a single colony of some three hundred souls.
DAYNA: Are they friendly?
ORAC: They are socially exclusive, but not unduly hostile.
CALLY: What sort of answer's that?
ORAC: A succinct one. To elaborate, the Sardoans avoid any form of social contact which might lead to genetic change. Their decision to avoid the normal evolutionary process followed exhaustive computer projections into their future.
AVON: How far into their future?
ORAC: Two million Earth years.
DAYNA: Nothing like planning ahead!
TARRANT: Yes, well, this is all very interesting, Orac, but how do I get down to the surface without teleporting through an energy field ...or letting these exclusive characters know I'm coming?
ORAC: You must employ subtlety. Observe the visual display. This is a T-16 space transporter...
(the viewscreen shows the transporter in flight)
ORAC: ...widely used by the former Federation for conveying troops before the Galactic War. It carries no armament and no scanning devices.
AVON: Orac, we are all familiar with basic spacecraft recognition.
ORAC: If you cannot listen to the answers, why do you inconvenience me with questions? Observe the layout. The T-16 was...
(the viewscreen shows a side-elevation line drawing of the transporter)
ORAC: ...poorly designed, and incorporates a useless cavity behind the central bulkhead, which is covered by a cosmetic partition. The one who has the skill to remove this from the inside is Vila.
VILA: ...What's that? Oh, no. No to whatever it was.
CALLY: Orac, please explain the significance of that.
ORAC: The T-16 will enter teleport range in one minute, seventeen seconds, en route for Sardos.
TARRANT: Zen, full reconnaissance. Cally!
ZEN: Detectors confirm approaching space vehicle on tangent bearing zero-zero, course six-four-five.
TARRANT: Confirm no probe activity.
AVON: You're not seriously proposing to teleport.
TARRANT: Can you think of a better way? Cally, I shall need the exact coordinates for that cavity. They're probably on the T-16 design chip. Vila!
VILA: Oh, no. I'm staying here.
TARRANT: Come on, man. You wanted some excitement, now you've got it.
VILA: Oh, no.
TARRANT: You heard what Orac said. I need you. Come on!
DAYNA: Isn't this a bit precipitous?
AVON: Tarrant is always precipitous ...or hadn't you noticed?
[T-16 freighter passing Liberator stationary in space]
(Cally operates the teleport)
[T-16 freighter in flight]
[T-16 freighter corridor]
(Vila is carrying a small toolbox)
VILA: Tarrant? ...Tarrant! Where are you?
(Vila hears singing accompanied by a harmonica)
EX-PRISONER'S VOICES [OC]: 'It's great to be free. It's great to be free. It's great to be free from the law...'
(Vila opens a door, takes a peek at the singers and then closes the door rapidly)
EX-PRISONER'S VOICES [OC]: 'It's great to be free, And we all agree...'
(as the singing gets louder Vila shouts)
(there is a partition in the bulkhead, behind which Tarrant's voice can be heard)
TARRANT [OC]: Vila, I'm here.
EX-PRISONER'S VOICES [OC]: 'We're not going back anymore'.
VILA: What? What?
[T-16 freighter cavity]
TARRANT: Vila, don't panic. Just don't panic.
[T-16 freighter corridor]
VILA: She's missed! She got her lousy coordinates wrong. I'm going back.
TARRANT [OC]: Vila, wait!
VILA: 'S all right for you, you're not stuck out here.
(they hear loud cheering)
[T-16 freighter cavity]
TARRANT: What was that?
VILA [OC]: I don't know. I'm not going to wait to find out. I'm going back.
[T-16 freighter corridor]
TARRANT [OC]: Vila, listen! Listen to me!
EX-PRISONER'S VOICES [OC]: 'Any more, any more, we're not going back any more...'
TARRANT [OC]: Halfway down the partition, there's a cover. Loosen it. ...Are you hearing me?
VILA: Yes, yes.
TARRANT [OC]: Well, do it!
VILA: ...I can't, it'll take too long.
[T-16 freighter cavity]
TARRANT: You can, and the sooner you get started the sooner we'll both be out of danger. Now, stop flapping, and move yourself.
[T-16 freighter corridor]
VILA: I didn't want to come in the first place. I knew somehow that this would happen, and it always does, and it always happens to me. Notice she didn't get your coordinates wrong. You don't have that kind of luck.
(Vila starts working on the cover)
VILA: Well, I've had it. This is positively the last time.
[T-16 freighter cavity]
TARRANT: Hurry, Vila, I think we're landing.
(while Vila is talking the door to the mess room opens)
VILA: As soon as we get somewhere civilised, I'm off out of it. ...I can look after myself ...always have done before.
(Vila is tapped on the shoulder)
DORAN: Hey, hey! Got you, chappie! You're looking for somewhere civilised? You won't find it in there! ...I haven't seen you before. ...You a stowaway?.
DORAN: Yes, but don't worry about it, old son. We'll see to it later. You just leave it t'your old Uncle Doran. Why, come on with me. Come on!
(Vila is trying to pass his toolbox to Tarrant through the hole where the cover has been removed)
VILA: Er, well, thank you very much, but, um...
DORAN: Don't be shy.
VILA: Well, wait a second, er, I mean...
(Tarrant takes the toolbox)
DORAN: Now, take a pot, and come and join the fest, ...and if anyone says anything at all, you just point 'em at Doran. ...It's a party, isn't it?
(Doran pushes Vila into the mess room)
[T-16 freighter in flight]
[T-16 freighter cavity]
(Tarrant begins to cut through the partition with a laser torch)
(Chesil monitoring the freighter's arrival goes over and looks out of the viewport onto the corridor)
[Spaceport at night]
(the freighter lands)
[T-16 freighter corridor]
(Tarrant kicks out the cut section of the partition, climbs through the opening and goes into the now silent mess room)
GROSE: (to a waitress) More wine! (to Servalan) Real wine, from grapes, you know. You like wine?
SERVALAN: Not particularly, no.
GROSE: Ah, you'll like this. It loosens you up. We've got coffee, too, from beans. I like the real stuff, food and drink.
SERVALAN [OC]: I've noticed.
GROSE: Mind you, I wouldn't care to choose between gluttony and good old-fashioned lust. Probably have to opt for some middle course, like cannibalism. And what do you say, Lector, bit of dressing, and an apple between her teeth, eh?
(he slaps the waitress on her bottom. Servalan is not amused)
SERVALAN: Section Leader Grose, what happened to Colonel Astrid?
GROSE: Colonel Astrid ...er, he met with an accident.
SERVALAN: And his second-in-command?
GROSE [OC]: He met with an accident, too.
LECTOR: Yeah, it was a very bad time for accidents.
SERVALAN: I see. And you assumed full command?
GROSE: Of course, the demands of duty. I was next in line.
SERVALAN: You were just a Section Leader aboard a flagship, serving under two pilot captains and a Brigade Commander. Did they all meet with accidents too?
GROSE: There was a war on. We were in hot pursuit of the alien fleet!
SERVALAN: I take it that you fully maintained the S and D log.
GROSE: S and D?
SERVALAN: As commanding officer of the ship, which role you dutifully assumed, ...Section Leader, you are responsible for drawing up a record of the serviceability and disposition of all units in the Fifth Legion.
GROSE: Oh, that.
SERVALAN: So where is my fleet?
GROSE: Your fleet ...ah, well, all that's left of your fleet is one T-16 troop carrier, slightly soiled. Lector, when's it due in?
LECTOR: Should be in now. ...Touched down ten minutes ago.
GROSE: Er ...any problems?
LECTOR: Not that I know of.
SERVALAN: Section Leader, I came here in response to your urgent request that I resume personal command of the Federation's most effective and powerful legion. Are you telling me that legion no longer exists?
SERVALAN: And my flagship?
GROSE: Well, we crashed into this planet in the dark. I mean, it's easily done. We're lucky to be alive.
SERVALAN: Perhaps you will think differently, Section Leader, after your court-martial. I shall give you an hour to get your personal effects together, then you will report direct back to me.
GROSE: Where are you going?
SERVALAN: Back to my ship.
GROSE: No. ...Madam President. It must seem to you that we've brought you here under false pretences, but, ...please, there's no need to return to your ship. We've made extravagant preparations for you here, and, er...
SERVALAN: 'And, er?'
GROSE: There are things we want you to see. ...This is no ordinary planet.
(Vila now in the same overalls as the ex-prisoner's marches along with five others, drinking and singing the same song. Tarrant watches from cover and then follows them. Doran staggers and falls to the ground. The other ex-prisoners laugh and keep going. Vila stays with Doran)
VILA: You all right?
DORAN: Yes, yes. I'm all right. ...You know, I'm not a sentimental man, Vila ...not sentimental. You believe me, don't you?
VILA: (nodding) 'Course I do, Doran.
DORAN: But when they dragged me into that prison cell, they said, 'Look at the sun'. 'Look at the sun,' they said. ...''Cause as long as you live, you'll never see the sun again'. ...And I haven't. ....In fifteen years, I've never seen the sun, ...or a woman.
VILA: Till now.
(The other four have gone on ahead)
EX-PRISONER: Hey, you two! Come on!
(as Doran goes after them Tarrant grabs Vila's arm)
TARRANT: We've got to get out of here.
VILA: I can't, Tarrant ...Look, just a minute ...Doran!
TARRANT: Come on!
VILA: Let go, will you? I can't just leave him. Will you take your hands off me! ...Let go!
DORAN: What are you doing to my pal?
TARRANT: Come on!
(Doran pushes Tarrant to the ground)
DORAN: You want some more?
VILA: No, ...no, no, no. Leave him, Doran!
(Tarrant gets up and punches Doran in the stomach. Doran goes to the ground groaning)
TARRANT: Quick, now, before you're missed.
VILA: But what about him?
TARRANT: Never mind him.
VILA: There was no need for what you did to him.
TARRANT: Vila, we have to get out of here.
(in the distance he ha seen a tent)
VILA: You said that before.
VILA: Listen, Tarrant, will you just stop shoving me around? I've had enough!
TARRANT: All right. I'm very sorry for pushing you around and I'm sorry for hitting your pal, now, can we get on with the job?
VILA: You just don't understand, do you?
TARRANT: I understand this much. Servalan's down here for a reason. I want to find out what that reason is and then I want to kill her. It's all very simple.
VILA: You have to do what you think is best, don't you? Well, so do I.
(Tarrant draws his gun)
TARRANT: One way or another ...you're coming with me.
VILA: If it comes down to that, Tarrant, there isn't really a lot of point, is there?
AVON: We shouldn't have made him go.
CALLY: He's a free man, he didn't have to go if he didn't want to.
AVON: He was under pressure. It's all very well for Tarrant to play the hero, that's his decision. But Vila?
CALLY: If he wants to come up he has only to say the word.
AVON: Using a medium-pulse communicator through a medium-pulse energy block?
CALLY: He knows how to change the frequency.
AVON: He may not have time, and what if he does?
CALLY: We bring him up.
AVON: By teleport?
CALLY: By teleport using a short-pulse omicron beam. I know how to do it.
AVON: We've never done it before.
CALLY: We've never been in a situation like this before.
DAYNA: Avon, it's just not on here ...at least, I can't see it.
DAYNA: The troop carrier. I've got the astrodome, and Servalan's ship. But there's no sign at all of the T-16.
AVON: Well, there wouldn't be. You're looking at a recorded image. Zen gave us that before the T-16 had arrived. Apart from which, you're looking in the wrong place. Troop carrier came in at ...tangent zero-one-one, which would put it down outside the city entirely.
CALLY: So why should Servalan put her troops down there?
AVON: They are not Servalan's troops. Their ship came in on an entirely different course.
CALLY [OC]: Where from?
AVON [OC]: Can't you guess?
AVON: Right. Now, ask yourself why they should be shipping in men from a penal colony.
DAYNA: The communicator! They're trying to get through!
AVON: No. We don't risk giving away our position. Zen, can you unscramble what they say?
ZEN: Negative. The verbal distortion is being caused by a high magnetic...
AVON: Thank you, Zen, we know what's causing it. Dayna, get a locator fix, we're going to have to risk bringing them up.
CALLY: We can't, not yet. The teleport's still on medium pulse. It'll take me twenty minutes.
AVON: If they've got twenty minutes. Zen, confirm that communication is being monitored on the surface.
AVON: I shouldn't have asked.
TARRANT: (on communicator) Cally, this is Tarrant. Respond, please. ...Can you hear me? ...Cally, this is Tarrant. Respond, please.
(Chesil presses the 'Erase' button. Lector has been watching through the viewport. He comes in and seizes her chin)
LECTOR: We always know, even when you're stupid enough to press 'Erase'.
LECTOR: (into communicator) Main gate. ...Guard, we have an intruder at nine-two-eight. Sophisticated, and armed. ...(to Chesil) But not for very long.
(Tarrant, is working on his bracelet)
TARRANT: (into bracelet) Avon, Cally, Dayna, anyone, can you hear me?
(two guards appear behind him)
(Avon is also working on a bracelet. Cally is working on the teleport)
DAYNA: It's Tarrant. He's coming through.
AVON: It took him long enough to work out the frequency.
TARRANT: (on communicator) Listen, I need to come up. It should be possible if you adjust the teleport to omicron pulse length. ...Cally, are you hearing me? I need teleport now.
(one of the guards is aiming a weapon at him)
TARRANT: Cally! Now!!
(the guard fires and Tarrant falls, unconscious)
DAYNA: Shall I try and raise him?
AVON: We can't risk it.
DAYNA: But Tarrant is in...
AVON: Tarrant is not as important as the Liberator. How long, Cally?
CALLY: Four minutes. The omicron's already charging.
AVON: Let me know when it's ready. I'm going down.
DAYNA: Wait, ...I'm coming with you.
(one of the guards runs over to Tarrant. The other removes a small card from a control box beside the weapon and looks at it )
(Chesil is standing in a corner. Servalan and Grose are looking at a screen)
GROSE: That's where their flagship crashed, you can guess at the impact by the size of the crater. Walk out and take a look, if you want to, but you won't find anything worth salvaging. Our live capsules came down just beyond.
(on the screen the five ex-prisoners appear)
SERVALAN: And who are those men?
GROSE: Them? ...Ah, just vermin. Every planet has them.
SERVALAN: And every planet has craters, Section Leader. I fail to see anything extraordinary here.
GROSE: You want to see something extraordinary?
SERVALAN: I didn't cross the galaxy to watch an assortment of planetary flotsam bedding down on a crater.
GROSE: Very well then, Madam President ...something extraordinary.
(Doran, dressed in a guard's uniform, is carrying several items)
DORAN: Ah, Vila!
VILA: Yes, what is it?
DORAN: Gear. ...gun, ...uniform. ...Welcome to the ranks.
VILA: What's that for?
VILA: I can't sleep on that!
DORAN: How long did you say you were on Calcos? I mean, I don't know about you, old son, but I'm gonna have problems sleeping any other way. ...You know, it's funny what you think about in a place like that. ...I used to imagine I was the Commander of a starship, cruising about the galaxy, committing every crime in the book. ...I never thought that one day it'd come true. Won't be the same though. Doing them things. I mean, God, if they want me to do them...
VILA: What things?
DORAN: Well ...all criminals, aren't we? Now, you're a thief. Not that I don't see where the fun is in thieving. ...But I can't see why it might be useful to them if there's no fun in it. ...Ah, my problem was always women.
VILA: You like them.
GROSE: You wanted to see something extraordinary? This is it. The ultimate technology. The gadget by which the entire economy of this planet works.
(there are two cabinets with a monitor screen between them and a hemispherical dome on top. Lector operates some controls on the right-hand cabinet)
LECTOR: (to a Mutoid) You. Give me your sidearm. ...Come on, come on, I shan't use it on you.
(Servalan nods her assent and Lector puts the sidearm into the right-hand cabinet, operates a control, text appears on the screen and a small card comes out of a slot. Lector holds up the card)
SERVALAN: Very impressive.
GROSE: Oh, it is. Don't doubt it.
LECTOR: Every fact, every detail there is to know about that weapon, is now recorded, right down to the molecular structure and the disposition of the particles.
SERVALAN: So you have a very efficient particle scanner.
GROSE: Oh, that's not all. Now that the computer has the pattern...
(Lector puts the card into a slot in the left-hand cabinet and operates a control)
GROSE: ...it can produce an endless stream of them ...or anything else that you program into it.
(Lector opens the left-hand cabinet and takes out an identical sidearm which he tucks into his belt)
GROSE: Energy-mass transmuter.
LECTOR: Takes ordinary planetary matter, ...usually rock, ...then converts it into energy. The computer then restructures it into matter of every kind.
SERVALAN: Precious stones?
GROSE: Gems, crystals, anything you like, so long as you've got the original pattern to work from.
SERVALAN: And how did you discover all this?
GROSE: Me? ...I didn't. No, it was Colonel Astrid. I merely subdued the natives which didn't take too much. They relied too heavily on that energy field of theirs. Though give them their due ...the only way you can find this planet is by crashing into it.
(Grose picks a card and puts the card into a slot in the left-hand cabinet and operates the control)
GROSE: No, it was Astrid ...er, who saw the value of this stuff, and Astrid who designed Moloch to look after it.
GROSE: Master computer. Sees all, hears all...
(he has taken a doughnut out of the left-hand cabinet)
GROSE: ...and occasionally says something.
SERVALAN: And how many of these devices are there?
GROSE: Dozens. Hundreds. I use them for everything. Food, clothing, building, engineering ...oh, yes, some of them are very big. You'd be surprised.
SERVALAN: Very well, Section Leader, you've convinced me. There are ways I could put this system to profitable use.
GROSE: A great many ways, Madam President. More ways than you've begun to realise. But that isn't why I summoned you to Sardos.
(Grose has handed Lector a card which he inserts in the left-hand cabinet)
SERVALAN: Would you say that again?
GROSE: I brought you here because you had something I hadn't. Something I needed. A pattern.
(he points to the screen which now shows Servalan's cruiser)
SERVALAN: A mark two star... That's my ship.
GROSE: My ship. The flagship of a fleet that grows with every hour.
(Servalan nods to the Mutoid, who levels her rifle. Lector, using the duplicate sidearm, shoots first. The Mutoid falls)
(two guards come in and drag away the Mutoid away)
GROSE: ...You see, it is a perfect, working copy.
SERVALAN: And I suppose that machine turns out perfect, working space captains, too.
(he nods to Lector who comes forward with something covered by a cloth. He whips the cloth off to reveal a cage with a white mouse in it)
LECTOR [OC]: If you think of this mouse as a space captain. ...It's perfectly healthy, as you can see.
SERVALAN: I'll take your word for it.
(Lector puts the mouse in the right-hand cabinet)
LECTOR: We make duplicates.
(he operates the control and takes card out and puts it in the slot in the left-hand cabinet. He takes a cage out holds up a dead mouse)
GROSE: That's how they come out. Perfect copies, but not working. Colonel Astrid said they lacked a life-support system to carry them through the trauma of molecular integration. Well, I took it to mean they snuffed it before they got going properly. ...Still, no matter, ...we've got men enough ...and more coming.
SERVALAN: Those men in the crater? Oh, you have miscalculated badly, Grose. It takes a clever man five years in Space Academy before he even begins to acquire the basic skills and experience necessary to pilot an advanced star cruiser.
GROSE: All taken care of, Madam President.
LECTOR: We find a suitable pilot, the scanner gets all the details ...then Moloch sifts the skills and experiences and programs them into an automatic control system. So long as our men can speak, their ship's computers do all the rest.
GROSE: Unfortunately, when it came to skills, your pilots didn't have much to offer.
SERVALAN: Where are my pilots?
GROSE: Internment camp. Doubtless I shall think of some suitably entertaining way to execute them. They're no use to me. No, we found a much more enterprising pattern to work from. Now this...
(he holds up a card)
GROSE: ...is a starship captain who knows the lot. A shame he's got to die too.
SERVALAN: All very clever, Section Leader. But now, perhaps, I should tell you something. Shortly before he died, Colonel Astrid sent me a report. What it said gave me serious doubts about your loyalty. Serious enough for me to leave precise instructions with my Supreme Command. If you persist with this treachery, this planet will be blasted into outer darkness where it belongs.
GROSE: Madam President, if your reconstituted Federation was worth a light, you wouldn't have chased halfway across the galaxy to retrieve one legion. Already I suspect my fleet outnumbers yours. Soon, it'll be the most powerful in the galaxy. ...Apart from which, I didn't murder Colonel Astrid. Perhaps you'd care to say hello?
(Lector presses a button, a door slides open revealing a body only clad in underpants and suspended by his neck in a tank of liquid)
GROSE [OC]: He's perfectly all right, healthy, well nourished. There's just no contact, that's all. No sensory perception. He just floats there, in a dark, lonely nothingness.
LECTOR: He went berserk. Tried to smash up the computer. Seemed reasonable to let the computer think up a punishment for him. And that's what Moloch came up with.
GROSE: Perhaps we'll ask him to suggest something for you.
MOLOCH: Give her to your men.
GROSE: Well, it seems you've outstayed your welcome.
(two guards come in and seize Servalan. She breaks their hold and then raises her hands in surrender)
SERVALAN: You'll suffer for this, Grose.
(Servalan leaves with the guards. Grose eats the doughnut)
ORAC: The computer control room is situated within the complex at grid six-two-two, and the focal centre precisely seven meters west of the entrance to this room.
DAYNA: Bit vague, isn't it, Orac.
ORAC: I said, precisely.
AVON: (to Cally) Pocket chart. ...Perhaps I should ask Orac to estimate our chances.
DAYNA: I'd rather not know.
AVON: All right, Cally, put us down on exactly there.
(he points to a place on the pocket chart)
CALLY: What do I do if Vila calls?
AVON: Bring him up.
DAYNA: And that goes for us, too.
AVON: (to Cally) At the first squeak.
(Dayna listens at the door to the computer room)
AVON: Well, this is it ...computer control, unless Orac has got his wires twisted.
(Avon touches the door to no apparent effect)
DAYNA: Perhaps you need an invitation.
AVON: Or a more enthusiastic approach. ...Stand back.
(as they aim their guns at the door, it slides open. They go in)
(Vila is now dressed in the guard's uniform)
DORAN: Didn't I tell you we was in for the high life? Bedding, ...uniform, ...cheerful company of your fellow man? ...What else is there, eh?
VILA: A hot meal?
DORAN: A woman! I promised you a woman, didn't I?
(he leads Vila to the tent)
DORAN: (to the woman) That's a partner of mine, I thought, what the hell, Vila likes a woman ...Here he is.
(Vila stares at the woman)
DORAN: ...(to Vila) There you are. Love at first sight. Knew you'd get along.
(the woman is Servalan. She is laying on a fur rug)
DORAN: ...Don't be shy.
(Doran pushes Vila down onto the rug beside Servalan)
DORAN: Go on.
SERVALAN: I should have known it was Tarrant he was talking about.
(Doran goes off sniggering. Vila points his gun at her)
VILA: Right. Now, then.
SERVALAN: No, Vila, listen. Untie me, and then we can help each other.
VILA: I never imagined you as the sort that would grovel for her life.
SERVALAN: I am not grovelling, you fool. I mean it.
VILA: You are grovelling.
SERVALAN: I am not! ...They've got Tarrant. ...Now, I can show you where they're holding him. At least, I can suggest where to start looking.
VILA: Why should you want to?
SERVALAN: Because they're holding two of my pilots there as well. Now, are you going to untie me, or not?
VILA: Last time I saw Tarrant, I was looking down the end of his gun.
SERVALAN: So why are we on opposite sides?
(Avon and Dayna are examining the energy-mass transmuter)
AVON: If this is what I think it is, it's incredible.
DAYNA: This room's creepy.
(Avon has picked up a card. Dayna holds up the dead mouse)
(She gives him the mouse and he goes over to the left-hand cabinet, puts the mouse on top of it and inserts the card. The machine operates and he opens the cabinet and takes an apple which he sniffs, polishes and then goes to eat)
(she takes the apple from him)
DAYNA: ...Be careful!
(he takes the apple back and takes a bite from it)
(Lector and Chesil are looking at the screen)
LECTOR: How did they get into the building?
CHESIL: I don't know.
LECTOR: Move in on the man.
(Avon and Dayna are on the screen)
DAYNA: Mm. ...Watch them.
(Servalan is walking along. Vila has the gun on her)
SERVALAN: Vila, you really must try and be a bit more trusting. After all, we're both in exactly...
VILA: Look, I'm not going to tell you again ...Now what is it?
(a man in uniform is feeding a fire)
SERVALAN: ...Well? What are you going to do?
VILA: Er, ...We'll have to find a way to get round him.
SERVALAN: What for?
VILA: He's armed.
SERVALAN: You're armed!
VILA: Yes, but...
SERVALAN: Oh, give me the gun. I'll see to it.
VILA: No. ...I will.
(Servalan moves to cover of a small tree. Vila gets close to the fire, kneels and levels the gun. He looks back at Servalan. She mouths, 'Go on!'. Vila levels the gun again and looks back at Servalan again. The man at the fire sees Vila and charges towards him)
SERVALAN: Watch out!
(the two men wrestle to the ground and Vila takes a beating. Servalan runs forward. The two roll down a slope. They struggle to their feet, the man elbows Vila in the midriff and throws him. Vila's bracelet has come off and rolls and rests next to a gun and a rock. The man gets on top of Vila. Servalan picks up the rock and hits the man over the head with it. As Vila recovers and gets up he realises he's lost his bracelet. Servalan is standing with the gun on him in one hand and the bracelet in the other)
SERVALAN: Vila, you always were a miserable coward.
VILA: Give me the teleport bracelet. It's no use to you. ...Well, give it to me!
(the man comes up behind Vila. Servalan shoots the man. When Vila looks round Servalan has disappeared)
VILA: Vila, you really must try and be a bit more trusting.
(Avon picks up a card)
AVON: Have you checked for surveillance devices?
AVON: You'd better do it then, hadn't you?
(Avon puts the card into the slot in the right-hand cabinet. Tarrant appears on the screen. He takes the card out and picks up the dead mouse)
DAYNA: Avon, ...look!
(she has opened the door to the tank)
DAYNA: It's horrible! What's he doing there?
AVON: Being fairly inscrutable, I would say. There's a pulse in his neck.
DAYNA [OC]: He's alive?
(Avon waves his hand in front of Astrid's face)
AVON: He's being kept alive. ...No reaction. He's completely cut off.
DAYNA: You call that living?
AVON: Technically, it is. Effectively, it's just a brain floating around in some lukewarm water. But then, strictly speaking, he doesn't really need his senses, because he is in a totally efficient life-support system.
DAYNA: Yes, but why is he hanging...
AVON: Just a minute ...let me think about this. Close him down.
(Dayna closes the door to the tank)
AVON: These people have built a machine which will give them everything they need at the touch of a button.
DAYNA: They've still got to control it all.
AVON: The computer controls it. They don't need to do anything. And, in evolutionary terms, what you don't need, you lose.
DAYNA: Yes, but it's all physical. Somebody has to press the buttons.
AVON: Now they do. I'm not talking about now.
DAYNA: I don't follow.
AVON: Orac told us that the Sardoans had made a detailed computer projection into their future.
DAYNA: Oh, yes, they wanted to see what their race would be like in two million years' time.
AVON: Right. Now, supposing they put that computer projection onto a card like this and then put it into one of those machines. The card simply carries information. It can be a particle scan from a real object or a computer projection. The machine doesn't mind. Either way, it will deliver the goods.
DAYNA: Yes, but not alive, ...surely! With a heart, and nervous system ...it'd all be too delicate.
AVON: It will, if the program carries a built-in life-support system. A machine to do the work of the organs.
(Dayna glances at the tank door)
DAYNA: Like his?
AVON: No. That's where the theory breaks down. He's far too vulnerable. In order to evolve and to survive for two million years, he would have to be in control of his environment. He would have to be at the very centre of a sophisticated technical complex which, ...if Orac has got his sums right, is not there. But, ...seven meters due west of the entrance ought to be precisely that thing ...there.
(Avon indicates the hemisphere A shot rings out. Grose and two guards have come in)
GROSE: Don't move. Drop your communicators. ...Do it!
(Avon and Dayna remove their bracelets)
GROSE: Over there.
(as they move Avon downs the guard behind him and goes for the other guard. Grose chops Avon in the neck and twists his arm behind his back by the wrist. He pushes Avon towards Dayna who hasn't moved)
GROSE: You know, you really picked a stupid place to do your trespassing.
(Vila is searching the man. He finds his gun and heads off. At the internment compound he sees guards' bodies everywhere. As he comes in the gate Tarrant, dressed as a guard, taps him on the shoulder)
VILA: Don't try anything smart. I've been conned enough for one day. ...Where's Servalan?
TARRANT: She's gone.
VILA: So how come you're not dead?
TARRANT: Look, she came, she blasted off with her sidearm, grabbed her two pilots, and went. Maybe she had other things on her mind. Maybe she didn't see me. I don't know. I don't care all that much. Now let's try and get under cover, before we're seen.
VILA: All right.
(they run out of the compound and find cover)
VILA: Before we go any further, I want you to know that I didn't steal this uniform off a dead guard. I was issued it.
VILA: They were gonna make me a starship captain. ...Just as long as you know. All you got for your cleverness was an execution order on your head.
TARRANT: Yes, Vila. I take the point. You're obviously far cleverer than I.
(Tarrant has taken a map from his pocket)
TARRANT: So ...this is where we're going.
VILA: What? ...Where are we going?
TARRANT: To destroy a computer.
TARRANT: It knows too much about me.
(Avon and Dayna have their hands tied behind their backs)
GROSE [OC]: It isn't the information we want, as such. It's the fun of extracting it. We can be very crude like that, can't we, Lector?
LECTOR: Oh, crude, yeah. Crude as they come.
GROSE: For instance, we could put you through the particle scanner, and get the computer to tell us everything, but there's no fun in that. There's something satisfying about a good, old-fashioned interrogation.
AVON: That's a convincing argument, but it does have a flaw.
GROSE: Go on.
AVON: If interrogation were simply a way of satisfying your sadistic whims, you would cut the chat and get on with the torture.
LECTOR [OC]: We will. Don't worry.
AVON: You see, I happen to know that you put Tarrant through the particle scanner. All the answers, why we came here, what we came for, how we arrived on the planet, everything you want to know could easily be deduced from information that you already have.
GROSE: Yes, that information is there, if we care to sift through it and analyse.
AVON [OC]: Why don't you ask your computer?
GROSE: Because we're asking you.
AVON: Or, is it because the computer won't tell you? You are interrogating the wrong subject. You should be asking your computer why it has chosen to withhold information.
GROSE: It hasn't chosen to do anything. I told you, it needs to be sifted and analysed.
AVON: A computer should be able to do that in microseconds.
GROSE: Lector ...that man has an injured wrist. He seems to have got over the initial discomfort.
AVON [OC]: Ahrgh!
(Chesil is watching shadowy figures at night in the compound on the screen. A guard comes in and takes his helmet off)
DORAN: All right ...what's it all about, eh? What's going on?
CHESIL: I don't know what you mean.
DORAN: Oh, yes, yes, you do, lady, you know what I'm on about.
(gesturing at the monitoring screens)
DORAN: These eyes are everywhere, right?
CHESIL: What do you want?
DORAN: I don't want aggravating, 'cause when Doran gets aggravated, he kills people. Now, what have they done to him?
CHESIL: Done to who?
DORAN: My pal, that's who. What have they done to my pal?
CHESIL: Your pal? I don't know who you mean.
(Doran goes and looks at the screen)
DORAN: There he is! I see him.
(one of the shadowy figures drops his gun)
DORAN: There's no question. That's my pal from Calcos.
CHESIL: How do you know it's your pal?
DORAN: Well, he dropped his gun, didn't he?
CHESIL: Oh, he's not from Calcos.
DORAN: Well, of course he is. For thieving, that's what.
CHESIL: The starship!
CHESIL: They're from the starship!
DORAN: Wait a minute, lady. Where're you off to?
CHESIL: Listen! They're here to help us. ...We knew one day it would happen. Somebody would come. I must go to them.
DORAN: But wait, lady. That's my pal! I'm on his side.
CHESIL: Come on!
(Doran follows her out)
GROSE: I shall ask you once again. Where do you come from? Why did you come here, and how did you arrive on this planet?
GROSE [OC]: Lector.
AVON [OC]: Ahrgh!
(as Tarrant and Vila move along the corridor they meet Doran and Chesil)
DORAN: Here's my pal!
DORAN: Hah, hah!
(Chesil goes and checks the direction Tarrant and Vila had come from. The three men confer. Chesil returns)
DORAN: (to Chesil) Where's the computer room?
(they arrive at the door. Vila goes to see if he can open it)
AVON [OC]: Ahrgh!
(Tarrant gestures Vila to continue)
GROSE [OC]: For the last time, where do you come from, why did you come here, and how did you arrive on this planet?
(Vila has no success, looks at Tarrant and tries again)
DAYNA: All right. Enough. We're from the Liberator.
GROSE: The Liberator? ...That's Blake's ship.
AVON: He liked to think so.
GROSE [OC]: And why did you come here?
AVON: I wish I knew.
(Tarrant, Vila, Chesil, and Doran burst through the door)
TARRANT: Hold it! Keep it very still. (to Chesil) Release them.
(Lector makes a move and Tarrant shoots him)
TARRANT: Watch it!
DORAN: Watch it!
TARRANT: (to the two guards) Drop your guns.
DORAN: Go on, drop them. ...Right, up there. Move!
TARRANT: (to Grose) Now you.
GROSE: You're wasting your time. Every move is being monitored.
TARRANT: Then you'd better hope nobody comes. Because if they do...
(two shots ring out. Doran has shot the two guards)
DORAN: Went off in my hand, didn't it?
(Grose ducks and picks up a gun)
DAYNA [OC]: Tarrant!
(Tarrant shoots him. Vila starts to untie Avon's hands)
AVON: Ahrgh! Careful of my wrist, Vila, it's had enough.
TARRANT [OC]: Who's got a bracelet?
DAYNA [OC]: On the machine.
(there is a bracelet on the left-hand cabinet)
TARRANT [OC]: Get it!
(there is an energy flash around the bracelet)
VILA: Who did that?
CHESIL: Never mind about the bracelet. We've got to get out of here!
(she and Doran run out into the corridor. They are struck down by a forcefield)
(he door closes before Vila can reach it. Tarrant walks towards the hemisphere)
TARRANT: It's that thing.
AVON [OC]: Get away from there! It can protect itself.
TARRANT: Protect itself? What is it?
AVON: Get away from there! Move!
(as they back off with their guns at the ready the hemisphere opens revealing a small squatting hairy body with a large one-eyed head)
VILA [OC]: Who are you?
MOLOCH: I am Moloch.
AVON [OC]: Yes. That is how I reasoned you would look.
MOLOCH: For a man of your era, you have uncommon qualities of deduction, Avon.
DAYNA: He knows you!
MOLOCH: I know each one of you.
VILA: What is it?
AVON: A man from our future. Someone was stupid enough to take a computer prediction and turn it into reality.
MOLOCH: Colonel Astrid, he caused my being. Then tried to destroy me.
TARRANT: What do you want with us?
MOLOCH: The Liberator. A perfect vehicle through which to express myself. Servalan was merely the bait to bring you here.
(Dayna raises her gun to arms length)
AVON: No, Dayna.
MOLOCH: There is nothing any one of you can do. The Liberator is mine.
TARRANT: Cally will never take you aboard. Never!
MOLOCH: She will, Tarrant. She will. ...She will. ...She will. ...She will.
(The hemisphere closes)
MOLOCH: (on communicator in Tarrant's voice) Cally, this is Tarrant.
CALLY: (into communicator) Not before time.
MOLOCH: Ready for teleport.
(Cally operates the teleport and then gasps)
VILA: But, Avon...
AVON: For a man of his era, to coin a phrase, he has just made a hell of a stupid mistake.
TARRANT: Mistake? What mistake?
(Avon picks up the bracelet)
AVON: (into bracelet) Cally, this is Avon. We'll be ready to teleport in two minutes.
(Avon puts the bracelet in the right-hand cabinet and operates the control)
AVON: How many bracelets do you think we're going to need?
[Liberator stationary in space]
(Moloch's body is on the floor)
AVON: He falsely assumed that the technology and computers were an integral part of himself, like an arm or a leg, but take him out of his life support system and that's what you're left with.
CALLY: And that's what the teleport did to him?
DAYNA: How will the Sardoans make out without him?
AVON: Infinitely better, I should imagine and so will Colonel Astrid, once they get him out of that chamber. Their main problem is likely to stem from a group of unemployed villains from Calcos.
VILA: Do 'em good. They're a stuck-up bunch on Sardos, from what I've heard.
ZEN: Information. Three alien spacecraft in hostile formation bearing zero-zero-nine, two million spacials.
TARRANT: Flight deck!
TARRANT: Zen, enemy position.
ZEN: One million spacials. We have visual contact with hostile Commander.
TARRANT: Put her on.
SERVALAN: (on viewscreen) Liberator, this is Servalan, President and Supreme Commander of the Terran Federation. You are outnumbered, and at a tactical disadvantage. If you surrender your ship...
(Avon terminates the transmission)
DAYNA: Do we fight?
AVON: Certainly not. We run. Zen, course zero-one-one, speed, standard by six. ...Get us out of here.