Terminal
Original Airdate: March 31, 1980

[Liberator in flight]

[Flight deck]

AVON: Zen, are we on schedule?
ZEN: The flight is nine seconds in advance of prediction. Propulsion computers are amending.
AVON: Will we be at the rendezvous on time? That's all I want to know.
ZEN: Readouts confirm space-time position will be precisely as requested.
AVON: Keep monitoring all systems. I do not want even a fractional error.
ZEN: Confirmed.

[Teleport room]

(Dayna and Cally are playing a Monopoly-type board game)
VILA: That was it! Go on, you've got her! What are you waiting for?
DAYNA: Well, I'm not sure. It's risky.
VILA: Make the move. You'll wipe her out.
DAYNA: Are you sure you can't read my mind, Cally?
CALLY: Of course I can't. Even if I could, I wouldn't. That would be cheating.
VILA: Go on, make the move. Take my word for it. Remember, I play this game right up to Galactic Master standards.
DAYNA: Well, all right, if you're sure.
VILA: Just do it. Trust me.
(Dayna makes the move)
VILA: (to Cally) Let's see you get out of that, then.
(Dayna makes a move)
CALLY: My game in nine thousand seven hundred and twenty-one moves.
DAYNA: 'Galactic Master'. Thanks a lot.
VILA: Wasn't my fault. Cally responded with the wrong move. If she'd made the right one, she'd have lost that game.
CALLY: Do you want another?
DAYNA: Why not? There's nothing else to do.
(Tarrant comes in)
TARRANT: What are you all doing in here?
CALLY: Keeping out of Avon's way.
DAYNA: He's not much fun at the moment.
TARRANT: (to Vila) Aren't you supposed to be on watch?
VILA: Avon's doing it.
TARRANT: Still?! He's been on that flight deck more than thirty hours now.
VILA: I offered. He said he was handling things and would I please leave. No, that's not true. He didn't say anything. He yelled. Told me to get out and stay out.
CALLY: Same with me.
DAYNA: And me.
TARRANT: What the hell is he up to?
DAYNA: Well, why don't you ask him?
TARRANT: Why don't I do that?
CALLY: Rather you than me.
(Tarrant leaves. Vila calls after him)
VILA: Watch yourself.

[Flight deck]

AVON: I'm tired, but I would like the flight deck to myself for a while longer.
TARRANT: No problem.
AVON: Thank you.
TARRANT: Avon, are we still on route for Calipheron? ...Are we?
AVON: No.
TARRANT: You've changed course?
AVON: Obviously.
TARRANT: You had no right to do that.
AVON: There was no time for a committee meeting.
TARRANT: You should have told us. If your reasons for changing course were sound nobody would have given you an argument.
AVON: There's always an argument. My reasons for changing course were sound. You can take my word for it.
TARRANT: So tell us where we're going. Tell us why.
AVON: No.
TARRANT: And we're just meant to sit by quietly and let you do it, whatever it is.
AVON: That's exactly what you're meant to do. You and the rest of them owe me...
TARRANT: Do we.
AVON: ...and I am calling in the debt. With or without your approval it is going to be done.
TARRANT: How do we approve of something we don't know about?
AVON: You could try trusting me.
TARRANT: ...All right, Avon, we'll try trusting you. Just don't expect us to make a habit of it.
AVON: ...I don't.
ZEN: Information. Navigation instructions completed. Liberator holding requested position.
AVON: Scan, three-sixty orbital.
ZEN: Confirmed.
(the viewscreen shows just a starfield)
TARRANT: There's nothing out there. We're in the middle of nowhere.

[Liberator stationary in space]

TARRANT [OC]: We must be light years away from any populated planet.
AVON [OC]: Zen, nearest planet capable of supporting carbon-based life.
ZEN: Disentastra.
AVON [OC]: Transit time at standard by eight.
ZEN: Ninety-six hours, seventeen minutes, and four point three-zero-three seconds.

[Flight deck]

AVON: There is nothing closer?
ZEN: All systems confirm Disentastra as nearest life-supporting planet.
AVON: Why here? Why bring me here?
TARRANT: Do you want to tell me about it now?
AVON: I have followed all the instructions to the letter, but it doesn't make sense.
TARRANT: Go on.
AVON: I first heard the signal...
ZEN: Computers are receiving the identifying call sign ...as stipulated.
AVON: Then it's all right. Zen, you will remain silent until further instructed.
ZEN: Confirmed.
AVON: Would you mind leaving now?
TARRANT: Yes, I would!
AVON: But you'll do it anyway.
TARRANT: Sooner or later you're going to tell us, Avon.
AVON: Zen, are you still receiving the signal?
ZEN: Confirmed.
AVON: Is it genuine?
ZEN: Full-range analyses confirm the signal is from the original message source.
AVON: Can you trace that source?
ZEN: The signal is being redirected and boosted through a communications satellite. Trace to origin is not possible. Identifying call sign has ended. Message transmission has begun.
AVON: Put it on audio. No, ...hold that. ...Give me direct visual readout at my flight console.
ZEN: Confirmed.
(the flight console display is not clear language)
AVON: Is that all?
ZEN: Transmission has ceased.
AVON: Use the frequency listed. Acknowledge receipt of message and advise I will cooperate.
ZEN: Confirmed.
AVON: Have you got the new locations?
ZEN: Confirmed.
AVON: Program the navigation computers. Get us started.
ZEN: Confirmed.

[Liberator turning in space]

[Teleport room]

AVON: You can take the watch now, Vila.
VILA: Wonderful. I've been looking forward to that.
TARRANT: Where are we going, Avon?
AVON: Profound philosophical questions never really interested me.
TARRANT: Not up to your usual standard.
AVON: Yes, well, I'm tired.
TARRANT: Avon, where is the ship headed?
AVON: To tell you the truth, ...I haven't the faintest idea.

[Liberator in flight]

[Flight deck]

TARRANT: Zen, I want a fast summary of all communications coming into and going out of this ship within the last fifty hours.
ZEN: That information is not available.
TARRANT: Why isn't it available?
ZEN: The information you require has been stored via a coded route, and retrieval is not possible without the correct security command sequence.
CALLY: And that sequence is known only to Avon, I imagine.
ZEN: Confirmed.
VILA: You've got to hand it to Avon, he knows how to keep a secret. He probably won't even talk to himself.

[Liberator approaches a large red nebula-like cloud]

[Flight deck]

ZEN: Information. Forward sensors indicate a broad spread of unidentified matter across predicted flight path.
TARRANT: Analysis.
ZEN: Preliminary readings have failed to identify the nature of the material.
TARRANT: Structure.
ZEN: Minute fluid particles.
CALLY: Fluid?
ZEN: Confirmed.
TARRANT: If we go through this matter, is there any risk of hull penetration?
ZEN: Negative. Detectors register a high level of energy within the band that might generate flight turbulence.
(Avon comes in)
TARRANT: What do you think?
DAYNA: Well, it doesn't sound too dangerous.
CALLY: Well, we've been through turbulence before.
AVON: What's going on?
TARRANT: Cloud of fluid particles up ahead. They can't be identified as yet.
AVON: Zen, put it on the main screen.
(the red nebula-like cloud is on the viewscreen)
CALLY: Apparently it's energy charged, ...so it could shake us about a bit.
VILA: Let's be on the safe side and go around it.
AVON: No, we stay on course.
TARRANT: Now look, this involves all of us. I can't think of a good reason why we should take any risks, and you're not about to give me one, are you. ...Zen, recommendations.
ZEN: The consensus of computer systems favour a course deviation to avoid contact. In this environment, it is prudent to treat any unexplained phenomenon as potentially dangerous.
VILA: Isn't that what I just said? With a brain like mine, who needs computers?
AVON: Zen, maintain present course, no deviation. Status One, subcategory Q, no countermand.
ZEN: Confirmed.
TARRANT: That is it, Avon, I've had it! Either you tell us what it's all about or we're going to stop it.
AVON: No, you're not. Nothing and nobody is going to stop it, you least of all. Now get out of my way, and stay out of my way.
(he has produced a handgun which he has in Tarrant's midriff. He turns and leaves)
CALLY: You were lucky. ...He meant it. ...He was going to kill you.
TARRANT: I got that impression myself.
DAYNA: We're getting close. ...Better take position.
(Liberator enters the swirling red cloud and rocks violently)

[Teleport room]

AVON: I hope it's worth all this.

[Flight deck]

TARRANT: How much more, Zen?
ZEN: Emergence from matter belt in thirty-nine point zero-one seconds.
TARRANT: Any damage yet?
ZEN: Hull sensors appear temporarily impaired. All other systems continue on full function.
(Liberator leaves the swirling red cloud and stabilises)

[Flight deck]

TARRANT: Is everybody all right?
DAYNA: Yes.
CALLY: Fine, thank you.
VILA: All that shaking about didn't do my kidneys any good.
TARRANT: Zen, damage report.
ZEN: Hull sensors still inoperative. Auto-repair circuits activated. There is no other damage. Visual scan reveals minute particles of matter adhering to the hull.

[Liberator in flight]

TARRANT [OC]: Any problems with that?
ZEN: No problem is apparent.
(Liberator's hull is bubbling away due to the matter)
TARRANT [OC]: All right, the alert is over.

[Flight deck]

(Avon has the handgun)
ZEN: Information.
AVON: Right on time.
ZEN: Navigation instructions completed. Calculated position is confirmed. Computers are receiving the correct identifying call sign.
AVON: Acknowledge receipt of signal. Stand by for message.
ZEN: Confirmed.
TARRANT: All right, Avon, so we've arrived. Where?
AVON: We should be somewhere in the region of Delta seven-one-four.
TARRANT: Which is?
AVON: One of the stars on the edge of Sector Six.
TARRANT: So why don't we take a look? Zen, scan,...
(a starfield scans past on the viewscreen)
TARRANT: ...three-sixty orbital.
AVON: Delta seven-one-four is a blind sun. It has no planetary system at all.
VILA: No planets? Then what's that, a cosmic conjuring trick?
(An oval planetoid with white and blue clouds is on the viewscreen)
AVON: Zen, is that a planet?
ZEN: The object on scan was constructed by a consortium of United Planets scientists four hundred and eleven years ago. It was code-named 'Terminal'.
TARRANT: Terminal? The records say she broke up.
AVON: You've heard of it?
TARRANT: Only as a historical curiosity. The intention was to build an artificial planet. It was sprayed with organic materials in the hope that it would naturalise, and eventually create all the conditions to develop and sustain life. It was just a gigantic laboratory in a way. But she was originally positioned in solar orbit out towards Mars.
VILA: So what's she doing out here?
TARRANT: You tell me. I still haven't got over the fact that she exists.
AVON: Zen, is there life on Terminal?
ZEN: Data banks do not have that information. Spectro analysis indicates a breathable atmosphere and Earth-level gravity. Surface water and vegetation appear to be abundant.
TARRANT: All right, so we've found a long lost planet. Now, do you want to tell us why we're here?
ZEN: Message transmission has begun. The signal emanates from Terminal.
AVON: Relay to my position.
(the flight console display is still not in clear language)
ZEN: Message ends.
AVON: Acknowledge, and advise I will cooperate. (to Tarrant) I'll need about five minutes. If you ask the others to come to the teleport, I'll tell you what you need to know.
TARRANT: And not before time.
(Liberator's hull continues to corrode)

[Teleport room]

AVON: All right, now listen. I don't know what to expect or how long this will take me. I'll call in every hour on the hour, but if I miss one transmission, get out of here.
CALLY: What? You mean leave you on Terminal? Abandon you?
AVON: That's exactly what I mean. Keep the ship on full alert. At the slightest hint of danger, the same thing applies, move out fast.
TARRANT: Oh, come on, Avon. Look, we've been through a lot together. We've always been at risk, we've always taken chances. But we've survived because we worked as a team. So what is it you have to do that makes this so different?
AVON: This happens to be my problem. None of you are involved.
DAYNA: But we are involved. However much you like to pretend you're a loner, you're not really. We depend on each other. I wouldn't be alive now if it wasn't for you, and I'm sure that's true of everybody else. So why not trust us?
VILA: Look, you don't have to give reasons. You don't even have to explain. Whatever it is, we'll back you up.
CALLY: Or, if you want one of your own cold, rational explanations, we can't afford to lose you.
AVON: Sentiment breeds weakness. Let it get a hold of you and you are dead. I have already programmed Zen. In precisely twelve hours, the ship will set course for Calipheron. You cannot override it. After that, it will come back under your command. Go where you want, but stay away from Terminal.
TARRANT: You seem to have thought of everything.
AVON: I have also recorded a full explanation of everything I am doing. Zen will not issue it until you are in flight. It's very detailed. The only thing missing is the end. ...Operate, will you, Dayna? ...One last thing. ...I don't need any of you. I needed the Liberator to bring me here so I had no choice but to bring you along, but this is as far as you go. I don't want you with me. I don't want you following me. Understand this. Anyone who does follow me, I'll kill them. All right, Dayna.

[Terminal surface]

(there is a grille in the ground emitting some smoke and there is a constant heartbeat-like sound)
AVON: (into bracelet) Down and safe. And if this is an example of a man-made planet, they ought to get back to the drawing board and start again.

[Teleport room]

AVON [OC] I'll contact you again in precisely one hour.

[Terminal surface]

AVON: (into bracelet) Out.

[Teleport room]

TARRANT: Shift the coordinates by half a point. I don't want to land too close to him.
VILA: I got the distinct impression he wanted to be alone.
TARRANT: Well, we can't always have what we want, Vila.
VILA: I had noticed.
CALLY: I'll come with you.
TARRANT: Fine, let's get kitted up.
VILA: Avon isn't going to like this.
DAYNA: Avon isn't going to know about it.
VILA: I wouldn't like to bet my life on that.

[Terminal surface]

(Avon has moved into woodland with his gun drawn)

[Teleport room]

VILA: What are you going to do if he spots you?
TARRANT: Duck. You set, Cally?
CALLY: Ready.
TARRANT: Put us down, Dayna.

[Terminal surface]

(Cally and Tarrant take cover)
TARRANT: Stay low!
TARRANT [OC]: ...Do you want the good news or the bad news?
CALLY [OC]: Surprise me.
TARRANT: The good news is Avon doesn't know we're here. The bad news is he's nowhere in sight. He seems to have vanished.
(elsewhere Avon consults a hand-held device and moves on. He is being observed by two monoculars)
REEVAL [OC]: There he is, Toron. ...He's moving towards the contact point.
TORON [OC]: I've got him.
REEVAL [OC]: He seems to be cooperating, following instructions.
TORON [OC]: So far. ...At least he appears to be alone. ...Reeval, something moving, about a quarter of a mile behind him.
REEVAL [OC]: Can't see it.
TORON [OC]: I only got a glimpse. ...Went into cover.
REEVAL [OC]: Human?
TORON [OC]: No, probably a link.
REEVAL [OC]: And if there's one, there's more. If they pick up Avon's trail, well, they'll attack. He won't stand a chance. They'll tear him to pieces.
TORON [OC]: Time we moved.
(Avon approaches a small sharply pointed pyramid with a blue horizontal beam emanating from it. The beam shuts off as he starts to walk round it. The top of the pyramid opens and a sphere looking like a compass rises)
SPHERE VOICE: This directional indicator has been programmed to activate only when the identity of the holder has been confirmed. Take the sphere in both hands and state your name.
(Avon picks the sphere up and holds it in one hand)
SPHERE VOICE: You were instructed to hold the sphere in both hands. ...State ...name.
AVON: My name is Avon.
SPHERE VOICE: Palm and voiceprints confirm identity. You will follow the indicated route. You are warned that the slightest deviation from this course could result in considerable danger. Directional indicator will now activate.
(a needle in the sphere rotates and then stops. The pyramid closes as he moves off)
(Cally and Tarrant move through the woodland)
TARRANT: Cally!
(they hide as Reeval and Toron go past them)
CALLY: I'll tell the ship what we're doing. (into bracelet) Liberator, Cally.
DAYNA: (on communicator) We read you, Cally, go ahead.
CALLY: (into bracelet) We've lost track of Avon but are now following two unidentified humanoids.
DAYNA: Understood.

[Liberator in orbit]

(the whole hull is showing severe corrosion)
DAYNA [OC]: I am taking a locator fix on your transmission. Make contact when you can and we'll keep track of your movements.

[Terminal surface]

CALLY: (into bracelet) Confirmed. Out.

[Teleport room]

(Dayna is working at the teleport controls. Corrosion is oozing through the walls. Dayna leaves)

[Flight deck]

VILA: You will check this for me, will you? These readings don't seem to make sense.
DAYNA: What's the problem?
VILA: We're registering very high-level discharge from the energy banks.
DAYNA: Hm, that can't be right. We only require minimal output to hold fixed orbit and maintain normal systems.
VILA: Well, I know, but look at that.
DAYNA: We're exceeding our regenerative capacity! Banks four and seven are drained. Have you checked this with Zen?
VILA: I only just noticed it.
DAYNA: Zen, report on the status of the energy bank instrumentation.
ZEN: Instruments are reading accurately.
VILA: Then why the massive power drain?
ZEN: Auto-repair circuits are working at maximum capacity. Damage exceeds rectification capability.
DAYNA: Damage? What damage?
ZEN: That information is not available.
VILA: What do you mean, not available? Either we are damaged, or we're not. Now which is it?
ZEN: The continuing malfunction of hull sensors is limiting data for analysis. Operational systems indicate that the damage is widespread but superficial.
DAYNA: The nature of the damage. What's causing it?
ZEN: Unconfirmed analysis suggests unidentified enzyme activity resulting in molecular metamorphosis.
VILA: Thank you, Zen. That's a big help.
DAYNA: Zen, it is vital that we have more information. Divert all computer functions to total investigation.
(Zen emits a string sounds in some alien language or code)
ZEN: Confirmed. Minor damage to primary translator unit makes temporary closedown of speech circuits necessary. You will be advised when full function is restored.
VILA: Hm. What's all that about? What's happening?
DAYNA: I don't know, ...but I think it's time for the others to come back.
(they leave. Corrosion is oozing through the wall)

[Teleport room]

(as they come in Vila and Dayna notice the corrosion which has spread to the equipment)

[Terminal surface]

(Avon approaches a structure made of square panels sloping away from him)
SPHERE VOICE: Halt. ...Guidance program now completed.
AVON: It's been nice talking to you.
(he throws the sphere away and examines the structure. He hears as twig snapping and whirls round with his gun drawn. A section of five panels opens up and he turns back and looks down into the structure)
AVON: Is there anyone there? (echoes) Is anybody there?

[Structure ladder well]

(he climbs into the structure and starts to descend a ladder. The door panel closes. He reaches the bottom)
AVON: Anybody here?

[Terminal surface]

(Reeval and Toron are outside the structure)
TORON: Shall we go down?
REEVAL: Let's be on the safe side.
TORON: Keep your eyes open. I'll have a look round.
(Cally and Tarrant are watching from cover)
TARRANT: What are they hanging about for?
CALLY: Perhaps that's as far as they're going.
TARRANT: And where the hell is Avon?
(as Reeval picks up the sphere she is attacked by links. As Toron goes to her aid he is also attacked)
CALLY: We've got to help them!
TARRANT: No. ...It's too late. ...There's nothing we can do.
(the ape-like creatures rip fabric from Reeval and Toron's clothing and try and eat it)

[Structure corridor]

(Avon watches Kostos go past and then goes back the way she came)

[Structure office]

(Avon comes in and finds a teleport bracelet. He activates a console. Blake's image appears on a viewscreen. He activates another control and on a monitor on the console appears 'CASE HISTORY AND TREATMENT REPORT'. He reads the report out loud)
AVON: 'The patient's condition continues to improve. Life support systems were closed down for ten minutes extra today, bringing the total to three hours. During this time ...Blake ...showed no apparent signs of distress. All prescribed medication was administered'. ...So he is alive. Mm, hm. ...Blake is alive.

[Structure corridor]

(he comes out of the room and moves off. There is a whooshing sound behind him. He turns and is blinded by a bright light. He puts his hands up to shield his eyes. A dart strikes one of his hands and, as he falls, he pulls the dart out before hitting the floor unconscious. Three booted figures come and stand round him)
KOSTOS [OC]: Let it begin.

[Flight deck]

(the corrosion is everywhere)
VILA [OC]: It's eating into everything! ...Metal, plastics, fibres,...
(he scrapes the ooze from the console in front of Zen)
VILA: ...just rotting away. Maybe we should try and contact the others again.
DAYNA: There's no point.
VILA: Might have just been a blind spot.
DAYNA: Or a malfunction. How do we know? Look at this. There's total drain on three of the energy banks, maximum discharge on all the others. In a couple of hours we'll have nothing in reserve.
VILA: We've got to slow the outflow.
DAYNA: How?
VILA: There is a way, but first we must get Zen back online. ...Zen, this is a priority command overriding all other requirements. ...Come online. ...Repeat. Zen, this is a priority command. Come online!
(Zen again emits a string of sounds in some alien language or code)
DAYNA: Translator units are still on the blink.
(more alien sounds and then slowly)
ZEN: Confirmed. ...State ...speed and course. Computer circuits ...have now been ...rerouted and as requested are now online.
VILA: Zen, I want all the auto-repair systems closed down.
DAYNA: You can't do that!
VILA: We've got to. They're fighting a losing battle and burning up the energy banks. (to Zen) Concentrate everything you've got on keeping the computer systems functioning. Maximise investigation and research into the nature of whatever's causing the damage and find a solution.
ZEN: Dangerous structural weaknesses have already ...have already al... ...already developed in many areas. Auto-repair circuits are delaying further weakening.
VILA: Delaying, not halting. I want all-out computer effort on investigation. If you can come up with an answer soon enough, we might still have enough power left to start getting things working. Confirm. ...Confirm!
ZEN: Con ...firmed.
VILA: He's doing it.
DAYNA: But without the auto-repair, this stuff's going to speed up.
VILA: I'm going to try Tarrant again.
DAYNA: There's no chance Avon left Orac's key on the ship somewhere.
VILA: No, he took it all right. Orac's just a useless bunch of junk. ...He should feel right at home in this lot.

[Structure corridor]

(Avon is wheeled along on a gurney)

[Terminal surface]

(Cally and Tarrant approach the structure passing Reeval and Toron' bodies)
CALLY: What do you make of it?
TARRANT: Some sort of shaft cover. ...Could explain where Avon vanished to. ...Damn! Electrostatic lock. It needs a sonal key.
(Cally nods towards the bodies)
CALLY: They might have it.
TARRANT: I'll check.
(he examines first Reeval's body and then Toron's)
TARRANT: ...This could be it. ...Cally!
(a link attacks Cally and as Tarrant goes to help her he is attacked. He fights off his attacker and pulls Cally's attacker off her. Tarrant is attacked again. Cally opens the door with the key, shoots a link and climbs inside. Tarrant frees himself from the link, climbs inside, and shoots the link. The door panel closes)

[Structure ladder well]

(Cally accidentally drops the key down the ladder well)
CALLY: I hope you hadn't planned on going back up again.
TARRANT: Not immediately. From here on, it's downhill all the way.

[Structure treatment room]

(Avon is unconscious. A microphone-like device is positioned above Avon's head and a machine activated. Avon's eyes flutter open)

[Structure recovery room]

(Avon comes to, looks at the dart wound on his hand and gets up and leaves)

[Structure corridor]

(as he cautiously goes moves along, he hears two guards coming and runs back and hides round a corner until they have gone. He finds door with a window and sees a man laying on a table connected to some equipment)

[Structure life support room]

(he comes in and looks down on the man who looks like Blake with a beard)
AVON: Blake.
(Blake wakes up)
BLAKE: Well, ...you certainly took your time finding me.
AVON: There didn't seem to be any hurry. Anyway, I always said I could manage very well without you.
BLAKE: It must have been so dull ....having no one to argue with.
AVON: Well, now, there were times when your simple-minded certainties might have been refreshing.
BLAKE: Careful, Avon. Your sentiment is showing.
AVON: That's your imagination. Now, are you going to tell me about this discovery that is going to make us rich and invincible?
BLAKE: I'll take you to it.
AVON: You mean after I get you out of the mess you've got yourself into? Just like old times?
BLAKE: Not that easy this time. The lightning raid, ...snatch me from the jaws of death isn't on, I'm afraid. Taken off this ...life support system I wouldn't survive for more than three or four hours.
AVON: We'll have the whole thing duplicated on the Liberator.
BLAKE: No good. ...I wouldn't survive the teleport transfer. They calculate it'll take at least three months before I can start to move again.
(there is a beeping sound)
BLAKE: That's a ...treatment timer. ...They'll be here in a few minutes. ...They'll find you.
AVON: It seems unlikely that you'll be moving far. ...I know where to find you. ...I'll be back.

[Structure corridor]

(Avon hides from another guard and then goes to enter a room A guard comes out with his gun raised. As he backs away he is hit from behind by another guard. From the floor he looks up and sees Kostos and a guard looking down on him before he passes out)

[Structure treatment room]

(he is laying down with the microphone-like device and machine above his head. There is a shrill beeping coming from the machine. His eyes slowly close)
KOSTOS [OC]: It is completed. Get him out of there. Quickly, now! We must keep the continuity right.

[Structure corridor]

(he is being helped along between two guards. They drop him to the floor and she injects him in the hand)
KOSTOS [OC]: Wake him.
(a guard kicks him twice. He wakes up)
KOSTOS [OC]: Come on, on your feet. Get up.
(Avon looks up and sees Kostos and the guard again looking down on him. He gets up)
KOSTOS: Now walk.

[Structure control room]

(Kostos brings Avon in between the two guards)
SERVALAN: Avon. How very nice to see you again. ...You look well. ...No, no, actually that's not true. You look rather tired. Why don't you sit down?
AVON: Thank you. It's less painful than being knocked down.
SERVALAN: Have my people been treating you badly? Oh, I do apologise. I shall reprimand them most severely. (to Kostos and the guards) You may go. ...(to Avon) You don't seem surprised to see me.
AVON: If it was a trap, it had to be yours. The precise planning, the meticulous detail, the general flair, who else could it be.
SERVALAN: Thank you. That you of all people should appreciate my work is very flattering.
AVON: I thought it might be.
SERVALAN: Hm, mm. I must admit that when I started beaming messages to the Liberator I was worried you might not believe them.
AVON: I didn't.
SERVALAN: What convinced you?
AVON: When you transmitted the recording of Blake's voice, Zen did a print analysis and confirmed that the voice could be genuine. On the strength of that, I had to follow it up.
SERVALAN: I never doubted you would. ...What about the others? Were they convinced?
AVON: I told them nothing about it.
SERVALAN: You were afraid they might not want to help you find Blake.
AVON: On the contrary, I was sure that they would, but they can get a little overenthusiastic, a little ...careless.
SERVALAN: So rather than let them walk into what might be a trap, you decided to do it all on your own. How very noble of you.
AVON: I thought so.
SERVALAN: Of course, it had nothing to do with not wanting to share Blake's ...mysterious discovery.
AVON: Nothing at all.
SERVALAN: Hm, mm. Well, let me reassure you. You weren't entirely misled. Blake is alive and if not well, at least on the road to recovery. More important, he is ...my prisoner. Naturally I wouldn't expect you to take my word for it, so you may see him and talk to him.
AVON: I already have.
SERVALAN: What?!
AVON: Your security is not very efficient.
SERVALAN: You were supposed to be held in close custody.
AVON: It's not very important. ...Let's get down to terms. I want Blake's freedom. What do you want?
(she activates a screen which shows Liberator)
SERVALAN: That! A straight exchange. You get Blake and whatever it is he's discovered, and I get ...the Liberator.

[Structure treatment room]

TARRANT: Watch the door. ...You ever seen anything like this before?
CALLY: I don't think so. ...What is it?
TARRANT: I'm not sure. I mean, I recognise some of the components.
(he points to the microphone-like device)
TARRANT: That's a voice synthesiser, ...vocabulary bank.
CALLY: ...That looks like a visual image structuriser.
DAYNA: (on communicator) Tarrant! Cally!
TARRANT: (into bracelet) Tarrant! Come in, Liberator.
DAYNA: At last! We've been trying to reach you for hours. Listen, the ship is in bad trouble.

[Liberator in orbit]

(the corrosion is worse than ever)
DAYNA [OC]: There's massive structural damage and systems breakdown. Energy reserves have fallen well below danger level.

[Teleport room]

DAYNA: (into communicator) Destruction is beyond the capacity of the auto-repair circuits, and we're even getting computer failure. Zen's latest analysis is that the molecular destructuring is accelerating.

[Flight deck]

(Zen is speaking haltingly)
ZEN: State course and speed. Blake. Cally. Confirmed. Confirmed. Confirmed, standard by five. Dysfunction of computer banks seven, nine and four. Re-circuiting.
VILA: How long, Zen?
ZEN: Incalculable. Whilst in zero gravity fixed orbit, the ship will remain viable for ...some hours.
VILA: And if we try to move?
ZEN: The extreme structural stress of propulsion would probably result in disintegration. Dysfunction...
(Dayna comes in)
DAYNA: I got them.
VILA: Sh!
ZEN: ...dysfunction on computer banks three and six. All resources now concentrated on maintenance of teleport facilities. I ...I have failed you.
VILA: He never referred to himself before. He never once used the word 'I'.
ZEN: I have failed you. I am sorry. I have...
VILA: He's dying. ...Zen is dying.

[Structure treatment room]

CALLY: Should we teleport back?
TARRANT: I don't see how that would help. We need Avon. He's the computer genius. It's just possible he could come up with something.

[Structure control room]

SERVALAN: All details of Blake's treatment have been programmed into the computers. There are ample supplies of all the drugs and medicines he will require. In approximately three months he should be well enough to move. The space vessel I used to come here will be at your disposal. It's rather ...old-fashioned, ...slow, but it will take you where you want to go.
AVON: Are you sure you've covered everything?
SERVALAN: I don't think there's anything I've missed. ...There's a light beam voice link directed at the Liberator. You'll contact the ship. Tarrant, Cally and Dayna will teleport to this location. Vila will stay on board to operate the teleport to bring me up. You have my word that he will be teleported down to you immediately I have control. It's a very reasonable contract, Avon. You have your lives, Blake, and transportation out of here.
AVON: And you have the best ship in space.
SERVALAN: The pattern ...for a fleet.
AVON: You really think you can duplicate the Liberator?
SERVALAN: I've assembled a team of scientists who are sure they can. In fact, ...they've staked their lives on it. And with a fleet like that, ...I can unite and rule as nobody has ever ruled before.
AVON: What if the crew won't obey me?
SERVALAN: Oh, I don't think that's likely. ...I have Blake. ...I have you.
(she brings a gun up on him)
SERVALAN: Call the ship.
(Avon picks up a sphere on a conical pedestal)
SERVALAN: I was right. I knew you'd never let Blake die.
AVON: Death is something that he and I faced together on a number of occasions. I always thought that his death and mine might be linked in some way.
AVON: (into sphere) Liberator, this is Avon. Do you read?
VILA: (on communicator) Avon? Where are you?
AVON: No questions. Just do as I tell you and do it immediately. Take the Liberator out of here, maximum speed. Go and keep going!
SERVALAN: No!
AVON: It's important, Vila. Do it now!
SERVALAN: You fool!
(she hits him on the back of the head with the gun)
VILA: Avon.
SERVALAN: You fool!
VILA: Avon! ...Avon!
(Servalan closes the communications link and points the gun at the downed Avon. Kostos has come followed by Cally and Tarrant escorted by guards)
KOSTOS [OC]: Servalan!
SERVALAN: I think negotiations have just been ...reopened.

[Liberator in orbit with Terminal in the background]

[Teleport room]

VILA: (into communicator) We have a firm locator fix on your signal. Waiting your orders.

[Structure control room]

(Servalan is holding the gun to Tarrant's head)
TARRANT: (into sphere) Have Dayna prepare for teleport.
VILA: (on communicator) She's moving in now.
AVON: Tarrant, no!
TARRANT: It's too late. Use that good, icy logic of yours. We've lost this game.
(he switches off the screen showing Liberator)
TARRANT: (to Servalan) Shut him up. (into sphere) Ready, Vila?

[Teleport room]

VILA: Standing by.
TARRANT: (on communicator) Put her down.
(Dayna teleports down holding a small handgun)

[Structure control room]

(Servalan takes Dayna's handgun)
SERVALAN: All right. Get their bracelets. Move them over there. That, I think, concludes our business.
TARRANT: You said there's a ship that could get us off here.
SERVALAN: There is. Perhaps I've exaggerated just a little. You see, she was rather badly damaged when we made our landing. But I think with some months' work she could be made space worthy, ...just about.
AVON: What about Blake?
SERVALAN: Ah, yes. ...Blake. ...I owe him so much. After all, it was he who brought you to me.
AVON: We made a deal. You promised me Blake.
SERVALAN: Blake is dead. He died from his wounds on the planet Jevron more than a year ago. I saw his body. I saw it cremated. Blake is dead.
AVON: I saw him. ...I spoke to him and he...
SERVALAN: You saw nothing. Heard nothing. It was an illusion. ...A drug-induced and electronic dream. ...We spent months preparing it. ...We recreated Blake inside our computers, ...voice, ...images, ...memories, ...a million fragmented facts. When I was ready, I started sending you the messages, ...seeding the idea in your mind. I was conditioning you. And you were my greatest ally, Avon. You made it easy because you wanted to believe it. You wanted to believe that Blake was still alive.
(Avon moves towards Servalan)
TARRANT: Let it go, Avon.
SERVALAN: One final thing. As you know, this planet was designed to help our scientists watch and study how life first developed on Earth. The experiment was more than successful and has led to some highly unpleasant lifeforms. Do be careful.
CALLY: We have met some sort of primitive humanoids. I hate to think that they were our ancestors.
SERVALAN: Oh, but they're not. The planet's evolution was massively accelerated. It developed through millions of years in a very short time. The creature you saw is not what man developed from. It is what man will become. ...I think I'm ready. (to Tarrant) Give the order. Please.
TARRANT: (into sphere) Take them up, Vila.
SERVALAN: (to Avon) We won't meet again. ...Goodbye.

[Teleport room]

SERVALAN: I'm going to the flight deck. (to Kostos) Get rid of him.
VILA: Eh?
SERVALAN: Put him down on Terminal.
VILA: Just a minute.
(he picks up Orac)
KOSTOS: What are you doing?
VILA: Souvenir.
KOSTOS: What is it?
VILA: It's just a pile of junk, really, but it means a lot to me. I built it. It's a sculpture. You're not going to make me leave it, are you?
KOSTOS: All right.
VILA: Incidentally, you should always be careful about getting a second-hand spacecraft. ...They can be very unreliable.

[Structure control room]

DAYNA: You'd better watch this, Avon.
AVON: She won. ...We ...I let her take Liberator.
TARRANT: No. No, she didn't win. ...We all came out losers.
(Liberator is back on the screen)

[Flight deck]

SERVALAN: Manual operation. Set course for the planet Earth.
KOSTOS: Computed and laid in.
SERVALAN: Main drive. ...Maximum power!

[Structure control room]

(on the screen Liberator moves with a burst of smoke coming off the hull)
CALLY: She's beginning to go.
VILA: She's starting to break up.

[Liberator moving off]

(Liberator begins to break up. One nacelle spins off)

[Flight deck]

(Explosions occur. Servalan runs for the teleport room)

[Teleport room]

(she activates the teleport and rushes onto the platform)

[Flight deck]

(as the flight breaks up Kostos slides off into space screaming)

[Liberator in space]

(Liberator explodes)

[Structure control room]

(they are watching Liberator disintegrate on the screen)
TARRANT: Let's see if we can't find a way off this planet. ...There's a lot to do.
(as they leave one after the other, Avon is the last and he smiles)

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