Rescue
Original Airdate: September 28, 1981

[Terminal surface]

(the ground is snow clad and there is a constant heartbeat-like sound. Avon is scanning with a monocular. Dayna is carrying a Federation gun)
DAYNA: Servalan told us it was an old ship.
AVON: It's what she didn't tell us that interests me.
DAYNA: There's something moving down there.
AVON: Where?
DAYNA: By the main lock.
AVON [OC]: It's just a link.
(through the monocular Avon can see an ape-like creature outside a space vessel)
AVON: It's going in. ...Move!
(they run off in the opposite direction. The space vessel explodes)
AVON: Down! ...Cover your eyes.
(there are further explosions)
AVON: So much for what Servalan didn't tell us.
DAYNA: It's quite a booby trap.
AVON: Half a booby trap to be exact.
(he picks up the monocular and takes the gun from her)
AVON: Come on, let's go.
DAYNA: Half a booby trap?
AVON: I don't imagine she would mine the ship and leave the living quarters intact.
DAYNA: We've got to warn the others.
AVON: Take it slowly, Dayna!
DAYNA: Slowly?
AVON: It's going to be no help to them if we walk into something hungry on the way back.
DAYNA: I don't intend to walk into anything.
AVON: Don't be stupid.
DAYNA: Get out of my way, Avon. ...I'll see you at the base.
AVON: ...I doubt it.
(as Dayna moves through woodland there is an animal screech beside the footpath. A snake-like creature with four jaws rears up. As she tries to get away from it she slips. A gun goes off and the creature's head disintegrates)
DAYNA: Thanks.
AVON: Are you ready to take it slowly now?
DAYNA: Don't you ever get bored with being right?
AVON: Just with the rest of you being wrong. Try and keep a sharp lookout. We can't afford to waste any more ammunition.
DAYNA: If you're right about the base...
AVON: If I'm right about the base the charges will already have been triggered.
DAYNA: What do you mean?
AVON: Ultrasonic fuses keyed to pick up the explosion from that ship. That's how I would have done it.
DAYNA: Well then they're already dead.
AVON: Well, ...that's what we're going to find out.
(at the structure which covers the ladder well Vila is pulling an unconscious Tarrant out of the door panel amid smoke and drags him away)
VILA: Er. Come on you great oaf. This is no time to take a nap. ...If I've broken my back hauling a corpse about, I'll never forgive you Tarrant.
(Vila goes back and shouts down the ladder well)
VILA: Cally! ...Cally!
(as he turns away he hears a voice)
CALLY: (telepathic) Vila.
VILA: Cally. ...Hang on Cally I'm coming.
(as he begins to climb into the ladder well the door panel begins to close. He clambers back there is the first of a series of explosions which throw him to the ground. he crawls back and shields Tarrant as the explosions continue)
CALLY: (telepathic) Blake!

[Scorpio in flight]

[Flight deck]

(Dorian, alone on the flight deck, peers into a binocular scanner on a console at the back of the deck. There is a starfield passing by on a small monitor. He then moves over to a window on the wall at the side of the deck where the starfield can be seen. He moves back to the centre of the flight deck)
DORIAN: Slave.
(a control computer in the corner replies)
SLAVE: Yes, Master.
DORIAN: How long before we make planet fall?
SLAVE: One hour, Master. That is Earth Standard time, of course. I hope that is satisfactory.
(he checks something at one of the two consoles at the front of the deck)
DORIAN: There's still no sign of the Liberator on our screen.
SLAVE: I fear not, Master.
(he makes further checks on a monitor display)
DORIAN: I'm getting a heavy radiation shadow. Focus looks to be zero-zero-one to our present heading. Check it.
SLAVE: At once, Master. It appears to be the residual of an explosion, Master. An analysis of the radiation pattern suggests it could have happened near the planet of our destination.
DORIAN: And it generated a lot more power than the death of any normal ship would have done.
SLAVE: You are correct as always, Master.
DORIAN: Do you think it was the Liberator?
SLAVE: Thought is beyond my humble capacities, Master.
DORIAN: True.

[Terminal from space]

(the result of the explosions can be seen dispersing into space)

[Terminal surface]

(Avon, Dayna and Tarrant are sitting round a fire in the snow. Avon is working on Orac)
TARRANT: Vila rescued me?
AVON: You were injured trying to rescue Cally. He rescued you. Suddenly I am hip deep in heroes.
TARRANT: Where is Cally?
AVON: Cally's dead.
TARRANT: Are you sure?
AVON: ...Yes, I'm sure.
DAYNA: He went back in.
TARRANT: You wanted to be a hero too?
AVON: We needed Orac.
(he throws a tool into Orac)
AVON: We still do.
(Vila comes back with wood for the fire)
VILA: Orac got a bit dented for which he blames me. ...It seems I rescued the wrong one.
AVON: First light, we'll make for the high ground to the south.
(the following morning Avon, Vila and Dayna are moving through woodland)
AVON: Where's Tarrant?
VILA: He was right behind us.
DAYNA: I'll go back.
AVON: Stay here!
VILA: You wouldn't like to leave the gun?
AVON: That's right, I wouldn't.
VILA: I'll come with you then, shall I?
AVON: Stay here.
DAYNA: You ....were supposed to be keeping an eye on Tarrant.
VILA: I saved his life once. Am I supposed to make a career of it?
VILA: Where are you going?
DAYNA: I want to see what's up ahead.
VILA: Avon said to stay here.
DAYNA: So stay here!
(Avon searches for Tarrant. Vila is scanning with the monocular when he hears a screech. He drops the monocular beside Orac and moves off in the direction Dayna went)
VILA: Dayna. ...Dayna. ...Dayna.
(Avon comes across Tarrant laying face down with a water flask beside him. Avon nudges Tarrant with his boot and he stirs. Vila runs along shouting)
VILA: Dayna! ...Dayna!
DAYNA [OC]: Vila. Help me quickly.
VILA: Where are you?
DAYNA [OC]: Over here.
VILA: Coming!
(Vila suddenly falls down a steep slope. He grabs a root and slides to a halt beside Dayna who is clinging to another root)
DAYNA: That's a big help, Vila.
(one of the four-jawed creatures is screeching at the bottom of the slope)
VILA: Help! Help!
DAYNA: Stop it, Vila. You'll have us both down there.
VILA: Help! Help! Help! Help! This is all your fault, Dayna. Help! Help! Well, don't just hang there. Do something.
DAYNA: Well, I'm open to suggestions.
DORIAN [OC]: That's what I like to hear.
(he is standing at the top of the slope)
VILA: Get us out of here.
DAYNA: Help. Please!
DORIAN: Relax. Your problems are over.
(he draws his gun. Tarrant sits drinking from the flask)
AVON: Pass out again and I'll leave you, Tarrant.
TARRANT: I'm surprised you came back this time.
AVON: We stand a better chance as a group.
TARRANT: What? While something is eating me you can get away?
AVON: Or vice-versa.
TARRANT: I'll drink to that.
(they hear a gunshot. At the top of the slope Dorian has rescued Vila and Dayna. Tarrant joins them and Dorian raises his gun)
TARRANT: You all right?
DORIAN: How many more of you are there?
(Avon now joins them with his gun on Dorian)
AVON: Just one. Stand still. Drop the gun. ...Now move away from it. Slowly!
DORIAN: ...Name's Dorian, and in case you hadn't noticed, I just saved your friends lives.
(Vila nods to Avon)
AVON: You know what they say. No good deed goes unpunished.
(they move off. Scorpio is on the planetoid's surface)

[Flight deck]

DORIAN: See I told you I was alone. Oh, now will you stop pointing that gun at me. It's beginning to make my teeth itch.
(Avon continues to train the gun on Dorian)
AVON: What are you doing on this planet?
DORIAN: I could ask you the same thing.
AVON: You could, ...but I have the gun.
DORIAN: I'm a salvage man.
AVON: Who are you working for?
DORIAN: Oh, there's no profit in working for anybody, except yourself.
VILA: It all looks standard enough, ...except for that.
(Vila indicates a bay on one side of the flight deck with a small control panel on one side)
DORIAN: You tell me. I bought the ship second hand. That was part of the fixtures and fittings. I've never been able to work out what the hell it was for.
VILA: You know what it looks like, Avon?
AVON: Shut up, Vila.
DORIAN: Avon and Vila.
AVON: You've heard of us?
DORIAN: Should I have done? Are you in the salvage game too?
VILA: Yes, that's right.
(Dayna and Tarrant come in)
DORIAN: I thought I knew most of the independents working this sector.
TARRANT: All the holds and drive section are clear. There's no one on the ship except us.
DAYNA: And I've dogged the main hatches, so if there is anyone else outside that's where they're going to stay.
AVON: Any reason why we shouldn't just take off?
DORIAN: Well,...
AVON: Yes?
DORIAN: ...I've come a long way to go back empty.
TARRANT: What did you expect to find?
DORIAN: Same as you, ...friend.
DAYNA: And what was that?
DORIAN: Look, saving your necks was obviously crazy but I'm not basically stupid, right? I do know my business.
VILA: His business is salvage, Dayna. Same as ours.
DORIAN: And I know this is Terminal. I know it's an artificially modified planet. I know that underneath the surface there's a load of valuable gear waiting to be stripped out.
DAYNA: Not any more.
DORIAN: You mean you've got it already?
AVON: (to Tarrant) Can you fly this ship?
TARRANT: It's just a Wanderer-class planet hopper. Mark two by the look of it. Obsolete, but functional.
AVON: I want it flown, not catalogued.
TARRANT: No problem.
DORIAN: Er, one problem. It happens to be my ship.
AVON: No problem.
(Avon still has the gun on Dorian. Tarrant at the rear console operates a control. The doors slide closed and a panel slides down over the window)
VILA: It's all right. On these old cargo ships only the main deck is pressurised in flight.
DAYNA: Oh, that'll be cosy.
VILA: Would you rather be snuggling up to those snakes?
(he puts his arm around her but she quickly steps away)
DAYNA: Can I think about it and let you know?
TARRANT: (to Dorian) Anything special I should watch for?
DORIAN: You want me to help you hijack my own ship?!
TARRANT: Listen, if I get it wrong, you'll be as dead as the rest of us.
DORIAN: You're the pilot. You work it out.
(there is an explosion outside and the ship shudders)
VILA: What was that?
AVON: Tarrant?!
TARRANT: It was outside the ship.
(there are further explosions)
DORIAN: Slave.
SLAVE: Yes, Master.
DORIAN: Analyse exterior disturbance.
SLAVE: It is an earthquake, Master.
AVON: Cause?
(when there is no immediate reply Avon raises the gun)
DORIAN: Cause?
SLAVE: Further subsurface explosions of great depth and power. Magnitudes and positions are as follows...
DORIAN: Skip that. What do we expect to happen next?
SLAVE: My poor abilities do not allow expectations, Master. Readings do indicate an imminent earthquake, followed by severe volcanic activity in this entire region.
DORIAN: It'll be quicker and safer if I take her up.
(the ship lurches violently and Dorian falls and hits his head)

[Terminal surface]

(a violent volcanic eruption is taking place)

[Flight deck]

(Vila and Dayna get Dorian into a seat at the front console. Avon joins Tarrant at the rear console)
AVON: Main gyros.
TARRANT: Check. Clear.
AVON: Drives one and two.
TARRANT: Check. Green.
(the ship shudders again)
AVON: Orbital booster.
TARRANT: Check. Primed.
AVON: Thrust computer.
TARRANT: Check. Running.

[Terminal surface]

(the eruption is getting more active)

[Flight deck]

(the ship is shaking)
TARRANT: All pilot systems are green. Count ...two minutes and running. ...Better strap down tight. I haven't lifted these into orbit too often.
DAYNA: How often?
TARRANT: Once.
VILA: When was that?
TARRANT: In about one minute and forty-five seconds.
AVON: If we last that long.

[Terminal surface]

(the eruption continues. There is a major lava flow)

[Flight deck]

(on a monitor a countdown has reached thirteen)
VILA [OC]: Get this thing off the ground, Tarrant.
TARRANT: Ten seconds.
AVON: Main drives ...running true.
TARRANT: All drives on. ...Lift you scruffy bag of bolts. Lift!

[Terminal surface]

(Scorpio lifts off)

[Flight deck]

TARRANT: Orbital booster fired.

[Scorpio in orbit]

[Flight deck]

TARRANT: Primary orbit achieved. ...As I said, ...no problem.
(Avon points to the still unconscious Dorian)
AVON: As he said, one problem.
(The ship lurches suddenly)
DAYNA: What's going on?
AVON: We are.
VILA: What have you done Tarrant? I didn't save your life so you could keep risking mine.
AVON: Dorian has pre-programmed the flight computer.
VILA: To do what?
TARRANT: Take him home, presumably.
DAYNA: To where his friends will be waiting, presumably.
VILA: And any friend of Dorian's is unlikely to be a friend of ours, given the way you pushed him around.
DAYNA: Can you override the program?
AVON: You heard how Slave reacted. It's obviously keyed to Dorian's voice pattern.
TARRANT: Well, there must be a way round that.
AVON: Oh there is. If you want to disrupt every system on board this ship, including life support.
DAYNA: Could Orac do it?
AVON: If I had the necessary equipment to repair Orac, ...which I haven't.
DAYNA: So we're stuck.
VILA: I think it's time to start being very nice to Dorian.
TARRANT: What shall we do?
AVON: Why don't you check the flight readouts. Run some calculations. See if you can work out where we're going.
TARRANT: Yeah.
AVON: Dayna, see if you can find a gun locker anywhere around.
(Avon passes the Federation gun to Vila)
AVON: Oh, and then I want your professional opinion of that.
(he tosses Dorian's gun to her)
DAYNA: Right.
AVON: Vila.
VILA: Ready.
AVON: Just keep an eye on our host.
DAYNA [OC]: Vila.
VILA: What?
DAYNA: Open this, will you?
(Vila pulls an electronic lock pick from his boot and opens a cabinet)
VILA: Looks like Dorian's a gun freak.
(Dayna takes one of four guns from the cabinet)
DAYNA: There's nothing freaky about these. They're beautiful. Look!
VILA: So?
(Dayna takes one of several different magazines from the cabinet)
DAYNA: Look. Each of these is a different mode. You clip them into the basic handgun and you've got a weapon for every occasion. Laser, plasma bullet, percussion shell, micro grenade, stun, drug. They're all here. I worked for nearly a year on a gun like this and never did get it right.
VILA: Just goes to prove what I've always said, ...'Stealing's quicker'.
(Avon is working on the small control panel at the side of the bay)
TARRANT [OC]: (to Avon) I thought Liberator was the only ship with teleport.
AVON: Oh, it was. This was just someone's unsuccessful attempt to develop something similar.
TARRANT: Dorian's?
AVON: It seems unlikely. ...Did you run the calculations?
TARRANT: Yes. Xenon. Mean anything to you?
AVON: No.
TARRANT: Pity. Doesn't mean anything to me either. It's in a planetary system outside Federation territory though.
AVON: Before the War?
TARRANT: It was outside Federation borders even then. It's well outside now that empire's contracted. You could even say it was safe. If we knew what the hell was waiting for us there. ...The computer won't give me any data worth a damn.
AVON: I didn't think it would.
TARRANT: Isn't it rather a sophisticated piece of equipment for a salvage hauler?
AVON: It's very sophisticated by any standard. Someone spent a lot of time modifying a basic machine.
(Dayna gives Avon one of the Scorpio guns she is holding)
DAYNA: And someone else spent a lot of time developing these guns. They're the best I've ever seen.
AVON: Well now, it begins to look as though Dorian has got a lot of very bright associates.
VILA: And we've got a lot of trouble.
DAYNA: Cheer up, Vila. You've got a lot of very bright associates too.
VILA: Oh yeah? Name six.

[Scorpio in flight]

[Xenon base control room]

(there is an alarm is bleeping as Soolin comes in. She switches off the alarm and opens a communicator channel)
SOOLIN: (into communicator) Scorpio. Scorpio this is base. Do you copy? ...Scorpio. Scorpio this is base. Do you copy?

[Scorpio in flight]

SOOLIN [OC]: This is Xenon base calling Scorpio. Do you copy?

[Flight deck]

SOOLIN: (on communicator) Come on, Dorian. If I had to wake up I don't see why you shouldn't. ....Wake up, Dorian.
AVON: Do as the lady says, Dorian.
(Avon pushes one side of Dorian's head and it lolls over the other way)
AVON: Wake up now or sleep for good. The choice is yours.
DORIAN: How did you know?
AVON: That little tap on the head didn't put you out for more than ten minutes.
DORIAN: Why did you wait 'til now?
AVON: Because there wasn't anything you could do for me ...until now.
SOOLIN: Dorian. I'm going to override that creepy flight computer of yours, and leave you in orbit while I catch up on my sleep unless you answer me now.
AVON: Answer her.
DORIAN: You're going to kill me anyway, sooner or later.
AVON: You would prefer it sooner?
DORIAN: (into communicator) ...Xenon base, this is Scorpio. Do you copy?

[Xenon base control room]

SOOLIN: (into communicator) About time, Dorian. I have satellite visual confirmation. ...Orbit and landing sequences are green. ...Confirmed?
DORIAN: (on communicator) Confirmed.

[Flight deck]

DORIAN: (to Avon) You'll never get away with it, you know.
TARRANT: We're approaching the atmosphere. Better get strapped in again. Are your automatics adequate?
DORIAN: Slave can handle the landing.
TARRANT: Good.
VILA: Can't be any rougher than the take off.
DAYNA: Why call a computer Slave?
DORIAN: Joke, I suppose.
AVON: Someone has a very expensive sense of humour.
DORIAN: Everything has it's price, Avon. You have to decide whether you want to pay it or not. That's all.
VILA: Well, I don't believe in paying.
DORIAN: You mean you're here by choice?

[Xenon from space]

(Scorpio flies into a deep ravine and enters a rectangular opening in a sheer rock face. It lands on an pad which descends deep into the planet before arriving in the silo)

[Xenon base control room]

(Soolin operates several controls and leaves)

[Flight deck]

AVON: (to Dorian) You can carry Orac.
DORIAN: This?
AVON: That.
AVON: Now lead the way ...carefully.
(armed with Scorpio guns they all follow Dorian. Vila has second thoughts, holsters the Scorpio gun and picks up the Federation gun)

[Xenon base corridor]

(the door to the silo closes behind them)
VILA: Avon! A security door!
AVON: (to Dorian) How is it opened?
DORIAN: It isn't, unless I choose to open it.
AVON: Stand still.
DORIAN: If you kill me you'll never get back into that silo. And that ship is the only way off this planet.
VILA: Terrific. We're marooned again.
TARRANT: You expect us to believe that?
DORIAN: You'd be surprised how little difference it makes to me whether you do or not.
AVON: The difference between life and death?
DORIAN: Precisely.
TARRANT: Avon's quite capable of killing you, you know.
DORIAN: I never doubted it.
DAYNA: Beneath that cold exterior, beats a heart of pure stone.
DORIAN: Shall we go?
AVON: ...Why not?

[Lounge]

(Soolin adds a seventh glass to a tray. They all come in and Dorian takes Soolin in his arms and kisses her)
SOOLIN: Are you all right?
DORIAN: A little tired. It took me longer than I expected. May I present Soolin. My ...companion.
AVON: Where are the others?
SOOLIN: There are no others.
(Avon refuses a glass of wine proffered by Soolin)
DORIAN: I wouldn't poison a good wine, Avon.
(he drinks from a glass Soolin has handed him)
DORIAN: If I wanted you dead there are much more direct ways of achieving it. I could snap my fingers...
(he does so and Soolin draws her gun on Avon)
DORIAN: ...and you're dead. ...Fast isn't she?
(she reholsters her gun)
DORIAN: Be so good as to pour my guests some wine, Soolin. Surely now you can allow yourselves to trust me.
AVON: ...He who trusts can never be betrayed, only mistaken. Cally once told me that that was a saying amongst her people.
DORIAN: Cally?
AVON: Cally was murdered, so were most of her people.
(Soolin offers glasses of wine to Vila, Dayna and Tarrant)
TARRANT: Seven glasses.
SOOLIN: I'm sorry?
TARRANT: You've laid out seven glasses. One too many.
VILA: Not to worry. I'll drink the extra one.
DAYNA: You know if Cally had escaped with us, there wouldn't be an extra one.
VILA: It's just coincidence.
DORIAN: If you'll excuse me, I have things to attend to. When you are ready Soolin will show you to your quarters. You'll find everything there you need including fresh clothes. We'll talk again ...when you are rested. (to Avon) You really are most welcome here, my friend.
TARRANT: What do you think?
AVON: I think his taste in wine and women's impeccable.

[Cavern]

(a considerably aged Dorian staggers down a circular staircase. The rock walls glow blue and fumes are rising)
DORIAN: Are you there? ...I have them. ...They're here.
(a dark shape in a cloud of fumes comes through an opening in the rock face)
DORIAN: That's close enough. ...One of the group was killed before I got there, ....but the group remains, ...bound together by time ...and pain ...and the need to survive. ...The death of the telepath will make it more difficult, ...but they can still ...be ...used.
CREATURE: Soon. It must be soon.
(Dorian writhes in pain and collapses. The creature is writhing and groaning)

[Xenon base corridor]

(Vila is attempting to open the door to the landing silo)
TARRANT: Get on with it, Vila.
VILA: Will you keep your voice down.
DAYNA: Well, can you get it open or not?
VILA: Not. I told Avon that. Didn't I say there was no point in trying?
TARRANT: You always say there's no point in trying.
DAYNA: But you usually manage to come up with something.
VILA: Not this time. Not without a lot of equipment, peace and quiet, and cooperation. And in case you hadn't noticed it the lady with the gun is not a particularly cooperative person. I don't think she'd be all that happy about us trying to borrow her boyfriends ship. Especially without his permission.
DAYNA: Look, maybe there's another entrance.
TARRANT: It's worth a look.
VILA: No it isn't. Even if there was another entrance, it would still have the same security system as this.
TARRANT: Well, you're probably right. So you stay here and keep working on that.
DAYNA: We'll let you know if we find an easier one.
VILA: What about Avon?
TARRANT: Tell him where we've gone.
VILA: He won't like it.
TARRANT: It's a pity about that.
(Dayna and Tarrant leave)
(Vila turns back to the door)
VILA: No. Why should I? I don't have to justify my existence by going through the motions of trying to open a door which I know is impossible. ...I'm the expert. If I say it's impossible, ...then it's impossible. ...To hell with it. ...I wonder where they keep that wine.

[Xenon base control room]

(Orac is now working. A young-looking Dorian has a tool in his hand)
ORAC: I naturally took the opportunity to study all the systems on the Liberator. A few, a very few were of minor interest. I would not, however, number the teleport system amongst these.
DORIAN: But you do know how it worked?
ORAC: Of course I know how it worked.
DORIAN: Then you will tell me. Now.
ORAC: There seems little point in wasting time on such an explanation since you would be incapable of understanding it.
DORIAN: Don't be insolent!
ORAC: A statement of fact cannot be insolent. Besides, insolence implies an emotional relationship which does not and could not exist between us.
(Avon comes in)
AVON: Orac must make a refreshing change from that flight computer of yours.
DORIAN: Come on in, Avon.
AVON: Neat job.
DORIAN: Thank you.
AVON: I thought you would probably have the necessary equipment somewhere around, but I didn't expect you to do the work as well.
DORIAN: Who designed it?
AVON: His name was Ensor.
DORIAN: I should have known. He was never a gracious man. Orac reflects his personality.
AVON: Orac was the culmination of his life's work.
(Avon unplugs Orac's activator)
AVON: He bequeathed it ...to an associate of mine ...who bequeathed it to me. You must have been very young when you met Ensor.
DORIAN: Must I?
AVON: He spent the last twenty years of his life in hiding.
DORIAN: Well, then I must have been ...very young.
AVON: Did you do the modifications to the flight computer?
DORIAN: Yes, I created Slave.
AVON: What about these?
(he takes the Scorpio gun from its holster)
DORIAN: Those as well.
AVON: And all this?
DORIAN: I found the chambers and tunnels already here. I merely had them adapted to my particular needs.
AVON: Ha, ha, ha. What did you do in your spare time?

[Staircase]

(Dayna and Tarrant descend the spiral staircase. Tarrant pauses, breathless)
TARRANT: Maybe this wasn't such a bright idea after all.
DAYNA: Don't tell me you're tired already.
TARRANT: All right, I'll keep it a secret.
(They resume their descent)
TARRANT: Look, we must be at least four levels below the landing silo by now.
DAYNA: At least.
TARRANT: Wherever this leads, it isn't to an under floor access tunnel.
DAYNA: Probably not, but aren't you curious to find out where it does lead?
TARRANT: In a word ...no.
DAYNA: Well I am.
TARRANT: I was afraid of that.
DAYNA: Look, you can always stay here, or I could carry you.
TARRANT: Listen, you'll be old yourself one day. Then you'll be sorry.
DAYNA: I don't know what you're moaning about. Vila's probably got the other door open by now.
TARRANT: There's an irritating thought.
DAYNA: Thought you'd like it.

[Lounge]

(Vila gets himself a drink)
VILA: You know, Avon could be right about getting out of here. There's something very suspicious about a man who keeps his booze under lock and key.

[Underground room]

TARRANT: Dead end.
DAYNA: It can't be. I mean, why bother with all those stairs?
TARRANT: Good point. I seem to remember making it on the way down.
DAYNA: I hate people who say 'I told you so'.
TARRANT: Yeah, well I do too. But sometimes it's irresistible.
DAYNA: There must be something here.
TARRANT: Look. Come on. Let's get back. If Avon gets to the ship and we're not there I wouldn't put it past him to leave without us.
DAYNA: He needs you to fly it.
TARRANT: Only if Slave won't accept his orders.
DAYNA: Which he won't.
TARRANT: He will if Orac's working. Now come on. We're wasting time.
(Tarrant leaves. Dayna continues to look round. As she goes to follow him part of the floor slides open. She looks down the opening and sees the spiral staircase continuing)
DAYNA: I knew it. ...Tarrant!
TARRANT [OC]: Get a move on, Dayna.
DAYNA: I found it.
TARRANT: Found what?

[Cavern]

(Dayna descends into the cavern and hears the creature. She tries to shoot in its direction but the Scorpio gun doesn't work. She reinserts the magazine to no effect. She throws the gun towards the creature and runs back up the staircase)
DAYNA: Tarrant! ...Tarrant!
(The floor slides closed before she can get through)

[Staircase]

TARRANT: Dayna! ...What's wrong?!

[Xenon base control room]

(Avon is examining a circuit board)
DORIAN: I was hoping you might be able to help me with it.
AVON: It's not really my field.
DORIAN: No?
AVON: No. But for what it's worth, it looks to me as though you need to start again from scratch and try a different approach.
DORIAN: I've already tried four different approaches.
AVON: I mean go back to basic theoretical principles.
DORIAN: That's what I did.
AVON: Working alone?
DORIAN: Of course.
AVON: At a conservative estimate, that sort of research and development would have taken you twenty years of uninterrupted effort.
DORIAN: Thirty years, actually.
(draws his Scorpio gun)
AVON: All right Dorian, let's stop playing games.
DORIAN: You disappoint me Avon. You of all people should know the intellect is a much more powerful weapon than the gun. Particularly when the gun doesn't work.
(Avon tries to shoot him)
DORIAN: Soolin removed the magazine and replaced it with ...a dummy.
(he takes the gun)
AVON: While I was bathing.
(Dorian changes the magazine)
DORIAN: Shall we go?

[Lounge]

(Vila is still drinking. He hears someone coming and sneaks off up a small spiral staircase. Avon and Dorian come in)
DORIAN: Sit down! ...Wine?
(Avon declines. Vila is listening, Scorpio gun drawn)
DORIAN: It is necessary that you should understand what is to happen to you.
AVON: No it isn't. Just kill me and get it over with.
DORIAN: In case you're expecting help, I should warn you. Your friends' guns are also useless.
AVON: Naturally.
(Vila looks at his gun and disappears up the staircase)
DORIAN: Deep in the rock below this base is a room. I found it when I first came here. As far as I can tell it was carved from some mineral deposit. A pocket of some element which I still know very little about despite nearly ...two hundred years of study.
AVON: If at first you don't succeed...
DORIAN: You think I'm insane, don't you?
AVON: It had occurred to me.
DORIAN: The room exists, Avon! And since I found it I haven't aged one day. It cleanses me of all the corruptions of time and ...appetite.
AVON: Appetite?
DORIAN: I can do anything, Avon.
AVON: Most madmen can.
DORIAN: I can indulge any taste, ...any sensation, ...any vice I wish ...and the room...
AVON: Cleanses you.
DORIAN: Exactly.
AVON: You really are insane, aren't you?
DORIAN: By now I probably would be.
AVON: If it wasn't for this ...mysterious room.
DORIAN: And what it contains.
SOOLIN: And what might that be, Dorian?
DORIAN: Ah, Soolin. I was just about to summon you.
SOOLIN: Not with a gun in your hand. What does the room contain, Dorian?
DORIAN: All the madness and rotting corruption which would have been mine. It contains horror, Soolin.
AVON: And this horror? It shows itself to you, does it?
DORIAN: It will show itself to all of us.
SOOLIN: I think not.
DORIAN: You underestimate me, my dear.
SOOLIN: The smallest movement is all it takes, Dorian.
DORIAN: She could do it too. Soolin was taught by the best.
SOOLIN: The second best actually.
DORIAN: Ha, ha. Oh, of course you killed him didn't you? He was one of the men responsible for the death of her family. She killed all the others too. She's a formidable enemy.
AVON: But not without a gun.
DORIAN: That's right, Soolin.
(Soolin removes the magazine from her gun and examines it)
SOOLIN: You're right. I did underestimate you, my dear.
DORIAN: From the tracer readings I was getting, I think we'll find your friends are already waiting for us. ...Now move! ...Both of you.
(they leave and Vila comes back in, throws the gun away. As he takes another drink he knocks the Federation gun on the floor with his and picks it up thoughtfully)

[Cavern]

(Avon, Tarrant and Soolin come down the staircase followed by Dorian)
DAYNA: Tarrant? Tarrant! Tarrant! There's something there. ...Something there in the dark.
TARRANT: It's all right. It's all right. You're not alone any more.
(Tarrant cuddles Dayna to him)
DORIAN: That's why I came for you. You care for each other. After what you've been through together, you couldn't fail to care for each other, even you, Avon.
AVON: Spare me the amateur psychology.
DORIAN: I wouldn't expect you to admit it. But you belong to them, Avon. Just as they belong to you. That's why I rescued you.
AVON: I thought you wanted the teleport system.
DORIAN: Orac will give me that. What you will give me, all of you, ...is life.
TARRANT: Killing us won't give you life.
DORIAN: Soolin is a stranger to you. But one outsider can be absorbed in the Gestalt.
SOOLIN: Gestalt?
DORIAN: Together you will become one creature. The Gestalt. It will be a strong creature. It will absorb much more than an individual could before it dies.
(as the sound in the cavern intensifies the blue glow in the rock walls gets brighter)
DORIAN: You see. ...It will work. ...It begins. ...I knew it would. ...The room accepts you. ....It will make you one and give you my death.
SOOLIN: What is it? Can you hear it?
AVON: I underestimated you too, didn't I?
DORIAN: I knew you'd see it, Avon. My creature will need to understand. It must warn me of approaching death. Yours will be it's understanding.
SOOLIN: What is it?
DORIAN: That's what you're going to replace, my dear. You and the others.
AVON: I imagine it was once a man. One of a long line who died in his place.
DORIAN: They die quickly now. My corruption has become too much for one man to bear.
AVON: Who was the first, ...Dorian?
DORIAN: My... my partner. We entered this place together. Like you, he could never leave it.
AVON: When he started to die, you had to replace him. And you've had to go on replacing him!
DORIAN: You will last much longer than the others.
AVON: You're short one man, ...in case you hadn't noticed.
DORIAN: Vila will join you later. Now make your goodbyes. ...Your lives, ...your consciousness ...are over. Ha, ha, ha, ha...
(they are all writhing in pain as the creature approaches. Unnoticed Vila has come down the staircase)
VILA: Avon.
(he hands Avon the Federation gun)
DORIAN: No!
(Avon shoots the creature. Dorian screams and collapses to the floor, writhing. He ages, changes to an alien form and dies and becomes dust on the ground which blows away)
DAYNA [OC]: Look.
(in place of the body the creature there is a young man laying on the ground. Dayna touches one of the man's cheeks and his head lolls over. Soolin quietly goes up the staircase as they all look at the dead body)
VILA: I'm going to give up drinking, you know. ...It'll be pink asteroids next.

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