[Helotrix from space]
QUUTE: Igin, is that right?
IGIN: Yes sir.
QUUTE: And you're attached to the fourth column of freedom fighters commanded by ...Star Major Hunda?
IGIN: Yes sir.
QUUTE: Strange how you civilians give yourselves these impressive military ranks. What was Star Major Hunda before the occupation? ...A hairdresser?
IGIN: No sir. He was my first assistant at Liedenbrank.
QUUTE: Ah, a teacher. ...You know that Liedenbrank no longer exists.
IGIN: Yes, we'd heard that most of it had been destroyed.
QUUTE: Together with eighteen thousand defenders ...though they were given the chance to surrender. ...What was your position at Liedenbrank?
IGIN: I was the director of geological studies.
QUUTE: Indeed? ...All right Igin, I'm going to let you rejoin your friends.
IGIN: You're releasing me?
QUUTE: Of course, why not? ...And you might tell Hunda that ...resistance is quite pointless. ...By the way, what was your mission?
IGIN: We wanted to find out how far the flood level below the city had receded.
IGIN: Hunda thought it might be possible to tunnel under the Magnetrix terminal and lay explosive charges.
QUUTE: Clever. Yes that would have made a mess of things. ...Is the scheme feasible?
IGIN: No, not at the moment. The water's still too high, We should have to tunnel over three hundred metres.
QUUTE: Well, that's something for you to report isn't it? ...All right Igin, off you go.
IGIN: Thank you, sir.
QUUTE: Ha, ha, ha, ha.
TRACER: Too easy isn't it?
QUUTE: Just like children, once they've been adapted. ...I don't know what the pacification police use, but I wish I could get hold of a shot of it.
TRACER: Why, sir?
QUUTE: Next time I go on leave ...I could use it to get my entertainment for nothing. Check that he's registering.
TRACER: ...Yes, we've a clear signal. He's heading out towards the refineries.
QUUTE: Good. Call me when you think he has made contact
(Igin crosses grass scrubland interspersed with stretches of water. Clusters of ventilator shafts protrude from the ground. Avandir is by one of the clusters)
AVANDIR: (into communicator) Command Central, Avandir speaking. Post three. Tell Hunda that Igin is coming back.
(Hunda is watching from behind a small mound with a rifle resting on the top)
HUNDA: (into communicator) Hello Post Three, this is Hunda. Is Igin alone?
(at Post three)
AVANDIR: As far as I can see.
(at the mound)
HUNDA: (into communicator) Right. ...Hold him where he is. Tell him to take cover...
(at Post three)
HUNDA: (on communicator) ...and I'll send an escort party for him as soon as it gets dark.
(Avandir signals with a torch. Igin responds. Avandir picks up his rifle. Igin has found cover)
(Avon and Dayna run in)
AVON: What is it Orac?
ORAC: You asked me to report any extension of the Federation Command network. Magnetrix terminal four-zero-six is now programmed in.
AVON: What planet does the terminal serve?
ORAC: It is the main terminal for the planet Helotrix. The fact is checked and confirmed.
AVON: That means the Helots are back in the empire, but they aren't the sort to cave in so quickly! It took the Federation years to subdue them on the first expansion.
DAYNA: They've retaken Lubus and Porthia Major in the last few weeks. If Helotrix has gone, that means the Federation now control most of Sector Four.
VILA: If they keep expanding at this rate, we haven't as much time as you thought. They will be knocking on the door in a couple of years.
AVON: How are they doing it?
VILA: I don't know, but maybe we should start running now! I always thought your idea of having a combat base was crazy.
AVON: Vila, I won't run. ...We have to find out what it is they're doing. Why the old colonies are being conquered so easily, ...then perhaps we could do something about it.
VILA: The five of us? Oh, and trooper Orac here.
AVON: We need to know how they are doing it. It's possible that the Federation have some new weapon, something we don't know about.
VILA: All the more reason to start running now.
DAYNA: Oh drop it Vila! Avon's right.
SOOLIN: If it is something new how are we going to find out about it?
AVON: There's only one way.
AVON [OC]: We have to go to Helotrix.
(Avandir and Hunda are watching from different places. Igin is waiting where he has taken cover)
(Quute and the Tracer are playing chess)
TRACER: Our duty target's nice and steady now, sir. Hasn't moved for an hour.
QUUTE: ...Then presumably Igin's got back to base. ...All right, prepare for a neutron strike.
TRACER: All launchers mobile, sir.
QUUTE: Ready launchers three and seventeen, ...fifty meter bracket pattern.
TRACER: ...Three and seventeen locked on ...now.
QUUTE: Primary relay open.
TRACER: ...Safety lock clear.
TRACER: Countdown, ...four, ...three, ...two...
(in the distance at the spot where Igin has taken cover there is an explosion. Avandir rolls down a slope and joins Hunda)
AVANDIR: They must have had some kind of marker on him.
HUNDA: It should have been me. It was my idea.
AVANDIR: Igin volunteered.
HUNDA: I should never have sent him! He was too old.
AVANDIR: But that's why he volunteered Hunda, don't you see? He wanted to be of use.
HUNDA: Nevertheless, it was my idea, I should have gone!
(Quute and the General are dining on the table where the chess game was played)
QUUTE: Yes sir, with any luck, the rebel's fourth column has just ceased to exist.
GENERAL: Well done.
QUUTE: Thank you, sir.
GENERAL: Mind you I have a sneaking respect for these Helots. I led a squadron of them once. Marvellous fighters, especially at close quarters. They love the hand-to-hand stuff.
QUUTE: Not really necessary, of course, these days, sir.
GENERAL: Don't you believe it Quute. You can't do everything with your missiles. Bunkers, strong points, inner city combat. You've got to winkle them out with cold steel. It's the only way of clearing the ground.
QUUTE: ...Gas, sir?
GENERAL: It's not always effective. Do you remember the Fletch expedition of twenty-nine?
QUUTE: No, I don't think I do, sir.
GENERAL: Fletch used gas, against the Wazis. Hm. ...Complete massacre, bodies everywhere. Took dinner with his officers that night, suddenly the Wazis came over the wall, butchered the whole expedition. Seems Wazis are gill breathers. ...They can lie dormant for days.
QUUTE: Ah, that's very interesting, sir.
GENERAL: You'll send out a patrol to do a body count?
QUUTE: Of course, sir.
GENERAL: Well, don't use our own troops. We've got some adapted Helots under training.
QUUTE: Yes, I've seen them.
GENERAL: What do you think of them?
QUUTE: They seem like all Helots after adaptation, ...suggestful, ...obedient, ...glad to follow orders. They should make excellent troops.
GENERAL: I don't know. Something missing, I think. Fire in the belly, Quute. You can't fight without it.
QUUTE: No, of course not, sir.
GENERAL: ...I'm meeting the President-Elect later on.
QUUTE: Yes, I'd heard he'd arrived. ...He's a Helot they say.
GENERAL: Practor? Oh yes. Born and bred. It's a good idea getting one of their own to run the place.
QUUTE: Is he adapted, sir?
GENERAL: It's not necessary, Practor's been on the Federation Civil List for years. He knows all the ropes, ...so it shouldn't take too long to hand over. Then we can get on ...to Wanta.
GENERAL: That's our next assignment. Something to look forward to, eh?
QUUTE: Yes sir, I'm looking forward to that no end. ...Where exactly is ...Wanta, sir?
[Scorpio in flight]
AVON: How long till we make planetfall?
TARRANT: Just over two hours.
AVON: You'd better check out which gun kits you want.
DAYNA: D'you think I'll pass for a Helot?
AVON: No problem. When Helotrix was first settled, the old Stock Equalisation Act was still in force. Every Earth race had to be represented.
DAYNA: I didn't know Helots were originally from Earth.
VILA: Everyone came from Earth originally. That's a well-known fact.
SOOLIN: It's a well-known opinion, actually.
TARRANT: Most well known facts are.
AVON: But not in this case. Helotrix is one of the oldest colonies and the first to gain independence from the empire.
TARRANT: Until the Federation grabbed it back. Come on Dayna!
VILA: That idiot's looking forward to it. He can't wait to go snooping around Helotrix
AVON: He's good material, is Tarrant. One of the best.
VILA: He's not the man for the job. Tarrant has about as much subtlety as a Tarzian warg strangler. All I'm saying is Tarrant's going to walk straight into trouble and get himself killed or captured. If he's dead he can't talk. But if the Federation find out we're hanging around, we won't stand a chance. Not in this ship. At least in the Liberator we could always outrun them.
AVON: Vila, if the Federation do have some new weapon, the Helots will know all about it. All Tarrant has to do is ask a few questions in the right places. Even your Tarzian warg strangler might manage that.
VILA: You think so? Well you'd better give him a list of questions and then a map to find the right places.
SOOLIN: Doesn't have much time for Tarrant does he?
AVON: Ah well. Tarrant is brave, ...young, ...handsome. Ha, ha, ha... ...There are three good reasons for anyone not to like him.
SOOLIN: He has a point all the same.
AVON: About Tarrant?
SOOLIN: Hm, mm. About the ship. It was never designed to tangle with Federation cruisers.
AVON: Oh I'm working on them.
SOOLIN: You are?
AVON: With Orac's help. These old freighters are fitted with short burn boosters to help get their payloads into orbit. Orac is figuring out a way to redesign them to give us extra in-flight speed.
SOOLIN: I thought he was keeping unusually silent.
AVON: Probably sulking. One of the almost human things about Orac is that it does not like to work. ...Orac.
ORAC: Yes, Avon.
AVON: Any progress with the booster problem?
ORAC: There has been no reply yet.
AVON: What do you mean, ...no reply?
ORAC: I passed the program to computers specialising in engineering design.
AVON: You mean you can't handle it yourself?
ORAC: The art of leadership is delegation.
AVON: Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha,...
(a group of rebels is being briefed by Hunda)
HUNDA: They'll push out a patrol to check our casualties, so you'll have a chance to catch them in the open for once. Now, bait the ground well, and then deploy the rest of the column beyond post three. Any questions?
HASK: We'll be in the open too. If they send in gunships we'll be cut to pieces.
HUNDA: Take them by surprise. Hit hard and they'll have no time to call in gunships. ...And then you get out again fast, all right?
HUNDA: We don't take prisoners
HASK: You should be in command!
HUNDA: I'm passing command to you Hask. Take over the column till I get back.
AVANDIR: Hunda, why don't you think again? Do you have to go?
HUNDA: Yes! ...If I'd have gone last time, Igin would still be alive.
AVANDIR: And you might be dead!
HUNDA: Look, we're losing this war but ...if we can destroy the Magnetrix terminal we still may have a chance, and it's our only chance.
AVANDIR: There are plenty of others. I'm willing to try.
HUNDA: You're not a geologist. We need to know the exact point where we can start the shaft. How long it's going to take, what sort of equipment will be required. And a dozen other questions that only an expert can decide.
HASK: How are you going to get into the city? We haven't found an entrance yet that isn't covered.
AVANDIR: That's true. They probably got Igin on their detector screens before he got fifty yards.
HUNDA: I'm going to swim in under the reactors. ...I doubt if they thought of that.
AVANDIR: I doubt it too. That's an impossible swim, Hunda. Fifty metres underwater in almost total blackness. You'll never make it.
HUNDA: I think I can. There are two places along that cooling system where it's possible to surface, and as long as I keep my face to the current I should be heading in the right direction. ...All right, Hask, you take over now. Get the column moving. If all goes well, ...I'll be back tomorrow night.
HASK: Good luck Hunda.
(Leitz is pouring drinks. The General and Practor come in)
GENERAL: This is the High Chamber, Excellency. Still furnished to the taste of your predecessor, but that is easily changed. (to Leitz) Who are you?
LEITZ: My name is Leitz, General. Commissioner Sleer sent me to act as His Excellency President-Elect Practor's liaison officer.
GENERAL: Good. Remarkable person Sleer, ...thinks of everything.
PRACTOR: They think highly of Sleer at Federation headquarters.
GENERAL: So they should. So they should. If it wasn't for Commissioner Sleer's pacification program, my task force would still be bogged down five star systems back.
PRACTOR: Adaptation program, General? Tell me about it. How is it done?
GENERAL: A new wonder drug, isn't it Leitz?
LEITZ: Yes sir, The Commissioner controls its manufacture. It's injected by medical laser. Acts immediately and has no side effects.
PRACTOR: It changes the personality I believe?
LEITZ: Not to any great extent Excellency. It simply blocks the production of adrenalin. The result is that adapted natives no longer resist us.
PRACTOR: They continue to work normally?
LEITZ: Completely. In fact, the work ethic is often reinforced.
LEITZ: Industrial production on Tarsius has risen nineteen percent since the natives were adapted.
PRACTOR: That's very impressive. How many Helots have been adapted so far? Do sit down, General.
GENERAL: The majority, I should think. Commissioner Sleer doesn't waste time.
PRACTOR: It's simply that as my craft came over this afternoon, I saw some explosions out of the east. It seems that the fighting was still going on.
GENERAL: Isolated pockets of resistance. They're being mopped up rapidly now. You actually saw the destruction of a rebel unit.
PRACTOR: Strange that I didn't see any sign of life.
GENERAL: They're very skilled at using cover.
PRACTOR: So it would seem.
GENERAL: We employed a live target for that particular strike.
PRACTOR: A live target, General?
GENERAL: Sleer's people picked up a rebel who'd been sent on an intelligence mission. He was adapted, given a tracer to swallow and sent back to rejoin his friends. When he reached their base, my Missile Commander just pressed the button.
PRACTOR: That's very ingenious, General.
GENERAL: And very effective. Well Excellency, I'll leave you now. We'll meet tomorrow ...at the swearing in ceremony.
PRACTOR: Thank you, General, I'm grateful to you.
(Hunda, in a wetsuit with a pack on his back, swims along. He reaches a ladder and climbs up)
[Scorpio in flight]
SLAVE: We now are holding station forty miles from the surface. I do hope that is satisfactory Master.
AVON: So Tarrant, this is your big moment.
TARRANT: If the teleport works.
VILA: It's working perfectly now, I checked it myself.
DAYNA: Yes, but would you use it yourself Vila? That's the real test.
VILA: Oh, get in there and disappear.
AVON: Remember Tarrant, we are only interested in whether or not the Federation have some new weapon. Whatever else is happening down there, even if they are executing the entire population, you are not to get involved. All right?
TARRANT: You know me Avon.
AVON: ...Report when you contact surface.
(they teleport into woodland)
TARRANT: (into bracelet) Tarrant to Scorpio. We're on surface.
AVON: (into communicator) Scorpio to Tarrant. Message clear, report again in one hour.
DAYNA: Why aren't they answering?
TARRANT: I don't know. (into bracelet) Tarrant to Scorpio, are you receiving us?
SOOLIN: He didn't hear.
SLAVE: I fear that sensors indicate audio malfunction.
VILA: Tell us something we don't know, Slave.
SLAVE: Oh, I do apologise most profoundly if I have given offence. I assure you that such a...
AVON: All right Slave, be quiet. You'd better check the audio beam.
DAYNA: Oh well, it looks like we're stuck here Tarrant. I knew I should have brought my nightclothes.
TARRANT: Umm. Well, they'll obviously be working on the fault. ...Nothing we can do about it. Let's go.
LEITZ: ..then from your private suite back into the reception chamber. This is, of course, a communication centre which gives you video contact by satellite with any part of Helotrix. You also have a direct audio link via the Magnetrix terminal with Federation headquarters.
PRACTOR: Not quite direct, then, is it, Leitz?
LEITZ: No sir, I meant that it's private and priority coded.
PRACTOR: Years in the civil service have turned me into something of a pedant. You mustn't let it worry you Leitz.
(Leitz operates a switch and a full-length portrait of Servalan is projected)
LEITZ: The Supreme Empress?!
(in woodland Hunda has changed back into his original clothing and hides the pack and wetsuit)
LEITZ: Servalan? Is Your Excellency certain?
PRACTOR: Of course, I knew her well. Killed in the rear-guard action at Gedden.
LEITZ: I knew she was reported dead, sir. I never heard any details.
PRACTOR: There was a great deal of confusion when the High Council were restored to power. Most of the Old Guard were killed in the fighting. They remained loyal to Servalan right till the end.
LEITZ: And a lot were executed later, weren't they? All the leaders were purged.
PRACTOR: The penalty for choosing the wrong side. I myself was under arrest ...for a short time.
LEITZ: Well, I suppose it's better to die bravely in the field than to face execution later.
(Dayna and Tarrant are amongst a group of Helots who are standing around. A Federation guard passes through with a medical laser)
PUBLIC ADDRESS: Attention citizens! Attention. This is a census call. Assemble in the concourse now. Use entrances One and Three only. I repeat, entrances One and Three only.
(the Helots move off. Dayna and Tarrant look for a hiding place)
TARRANT: Let's try over there.
(the guard passes back through searching urgently)
TARRANT: Ah, any ideas?
DAYNA: We'll have to go through him.
(Hunda comes up)
HUNDA: That's what they're expecting, friends. ...Follow me, ...if you want to stay alive.
(they find a concealed spot)
HUNDA: We'll lie low until the check's over.
DAYNA: What's the check for?
HUNDA: Catching people like us. The unadapted.
TARRANT: 'Unadapted'? What do you mean?
HUNDA: You're off-worlders! Who are you?
TARRANT: You got us right the first time. We're friends ...of anyone fighting the Federation.
DAYNA: Now what's this about people like us being ...'unadapted'?
(in the grass scrubland rebels are laying everywhere. A column of adapted Helots approach, walking like robots One of the rebels, Hask, suddenly gets up and blows a whistle. The rebels all get up and start to wipe out the column)
HASK: Avandir! Behind you!
(Avandir shoots the last adapted Helot and sees a communicator on the ground)
TRACER: (on communicator) Hello Red Leader. Is strike in progress? What is your position? ...Red leader? Are you receiving me?
(Avandir blasts the communicator)
(he leaps out of his chair and rips off his head-set)
TRACER: Sorry, sir. I think we just lost our Helots.
TRACER: They went out with a bang.
QUUTE: You mean the patrol's been ambushed?
TRACER: It reads that way, sir.
QUUTE: That Hunda and his rabble are becoming more than just a nuisance.
(Avon is using a hand-held device which beeps.)
AVON: Well. The teleport audio system seems to be working all right. Orac, ...how do the sensors check?
ORAC: The sensors are clear.
SOOLIN: Then what went wrong?
AVON: Hard to say.
SOOLIN: What did you do?
VILA: What any skilled technician does with solid-state circuitry. He kicked the living quartz out of it.
AVON: It's probably one of the relay triggers. We'll have to go over the whole system when we get back. All right, ...try and contact Tarrant now.
(Dayna, Tarrant and Hunda watch as two guards apprehend a Helot)
SOOLIN: (on communicator) Tarrant...
(Tarrant covers his bracelet with his hand)
SOOLIN: Tarrant, come in please.
(they adapt the Helot with the medical laser)
TARRANT: Avon certainly chooses his moments.
DAYNA: Well at least they've fixed the teleport. And we've had a demonstration of the Federation's new weapon.
TARRANT: Isn't there any defence against it?
HUNDA: Huh. Only to shoot first. We can move out of here soon. They won't run another census today.
VILA: What'd I say? Didn't I tell you Tarrant would blow it?
SOOLIN: We don't know that for certain.
VILA: Right now he's probably strung up by the ears while they thread red-hot filaments through his nerve centres, if he's got any. Then it'll be 'Where do you come from?', 'How did you get here?', 'Are there any more at home like you?' For pity's sake Avon, get this ship moving while we still have a chance!
AVON: Slave, I want an infrared surface sweep every thirty seconds. Immediate notification of any launchings.
SLAVE: At once, Master.
VILA: That'll be too late.
AVON: I don't think so. We can't be sure that anything has happened to them.
SOOLIN: Maybe it just wasn't convenient for them to answer.
VILA: Right, like their arms are being pulled out at the shoulders.
AVON: Vila, until we are attacked, we are staying!
VILA: Blake would have been proud of you, you know.
AVON: I know, but then he never was very bright.
(there is a beep from a console. Practor presses a key on the console)
COMPUTER: House computer. You require?
PRACTOR: (into communicator) You've allowed access to my private lift. To whom?
COMPUTER: A visitor. Top priority.
(he turns to be faced by a gun)
PRACTOR: What are you...
(he is shot down and the video system is destroyed. The portrait of Servalan disappears. The assassin's shadow on the floor moves to the lift. The silhouette of the assassin is seen as the lift doors' close)
(three bound and gagged Helots are seen amongst the rocks. Elsewhere Dayna, Tarrant are waiting. Hunda comes back from looking around)
TARRANT: No sign of him?
HUNDA: In the first days of the occupation this was always our meeting point but ...maybe he's stopped coming.
DAYNA: Well, don't you have any other way of contacting him? I mean, you just turn up here at this time of day? It seems a bit haphazard.
HUNDA: We didn't have time to get organised.
TARRANT: What, so you've no contact with other resistance units?
HUNDA: None. ...Maybe mine is the only column still fighting. ...There's Leitz now! ...These are friends. Dayna. Tarrant. They're from Earth. Enemies of the Federation.
(they move to a hiding place)
HUNDA: Have you any news of the other columns?
LEITZ: Nothing good. Two has been practically wiped out. One and Three have suffered heavy casualties and pulled back into the White Mountains to regroup.
HUNDA: So mine is the only unit still functioning.
LEITZ: You can expect to come under heavy attack in the next few days. The General is getting impatient.
HUNDA: Yes well, we beat off their last attack. Shot down two gunships.
LEITZ: I heard. How did you get into the city?
HUNDA: I swam in under the reactors.
LEITZ: Well I'm sorry you took such a risk to hear bad news.
HUNDA: Well, that isn't why I came. I wanted to see how far the flood level's fallen.
HUNDA: Well, I had hoped we could tunnel in from the lower city and lay mines under the Magnetrix terminal, but the floodwater's too high. (to Dayna and Tarrant) In the early days of the fighting we blew the reservoirs.
DAYNA: The terminal is their communication centre?
HUNDA: If we could knock it out they'd be isolated!
TARRANT: Couldn't you infiltrate and assault group or is it too heavily defended?
LEITZ: It's not defended, but the city's sealed off...
HUNDA: What is it?
LEITZ: Sealed off! About a hundred years ago they sealed off the old monorail, Hunda. If you could find it...
HUNDA: I know where it runs! It's still shown on the plans!
LEITZ: You could bring an army in through there right into the heart of the city.
HUNDA: You're right! We could destroy the terminal and their Command HQ in one strike. We'll win this war yet! I must get back to my column. (to Dayna and Tarrant) I don't think we'll meet again. I hope you get the information you need. Oh, and Leitz,...
HUNDA: ...remember to keep your head down when we come in.
LEITZ: What's the information you need?
TARRANT: We've come to learn what we can about the new drug the Federation's using.
LEITZ: Pylene-50. What do you want to know?
(there is a beep and a viewscreen comes to life. The Tracer watches it. On the screen 'Engine modifications' appears followed by data 'control' data 'TRACE CONTROL' data 'PRORAM AUTHTY ?' data 'ORAC REPEAT' followed by a flashing 'ORAC' immediately above it. The line changes to 'OORAC REPEAT' with multiple 'ORAC's below it|
DAYNA: So Pylene-50 is actually made here?
LEITZ: It has to be. It only remains stable for a few days, and then the enzyme bonds break up and it's no longer effective.
TARRANT: If we could find a sample for analysis ...Where's the synthesising plant?
LEITZ: You're sitting on top of it, ...but it's guarded night and day.
DAYNA: It's worth taking a look.
TARRANT: I wouldn't leave without.
LEITZ: Well, be careful. I wish I could help you, but I can't stay any longer.
TARRANT: You've been a great help already, Leitz. We're very grateful.
QUUTE: Have you fixed its position?
TRACER: Not enough time, sir, but it's above Roche's limit, so it must be a spacecraft.
QUUTE: Or a spy satellite.
GENERAL: What's that thing called ...Orac?
TRACER: Yes sir.
GENERAL: Means nothing to me. How did you detect it?
QUUTE: A one in a thousand chance, General. The operator happened to pick it up while running a routine line-scan.
GENERAL: And what was this data it was taking from the terminal?
QUUTE: Study on freighter design modification. Information being relayed from the Space Centre.
GENERAL: Sounds like a bit of commercial jiggery-pokery, Quute. I shouldn't worry about it.
QUUTE: That's not really the point, sir.
GENERAL: These space-ship builders, they're always at each other's throats. Underhanded bunch...
QUUTE: Yes sir, but...
GENERAL: ...most of them are Scalerians you know. Utter rogues, corruption's a way of life.
QUUTE: Yes sir, but...
GENERAL: Can't fight worth a damn either.
QUUTE: It's a security problem General. It means that whatever's up there must be able to take information from databanks anywhere in the Federation.
QUUTE: Yes sir.
GENERAL: What, you mean ...troop movements that sort of thing?
QUUTE: An open book, General.
GENERAL: Well, then put a stop to it at once!
QUUTE: Yes sir, well if you would authorise a search and destroy mission.
LEITZ: (into communicator) No, Commissioner, the video system has been destroyed.
SLEER: (on communicator, the voice is husky) All right Leitz. See nothing's touched, and inform the General.
LEITZ: I already have. He's here.
SLEER: Good. Tell him I'll take charge of the investigation. We need an arrest before Headquarters are told of Practor's death.
GENERAL: Somebody wanted to make very sure of him, eh?
LEITZ: Commissioner Sleer said to touch nothing, sir.
GENERAL: Sleer's taking charge?
LEITZ: Yes sir.
GENERAL: Well, ...it's a police job, I suppose. You searched the apartment?
LEITZ: Yes, General.
GENERAL: The computer must have let him in, so the killer is somebody Practor knew. I'd say that limits the field a bit. ...Where were you when he was killed?
LEITZ: I had to meet somebody on the concourse.
GENERAL: So the killer could have seen you leave and knew he was alone.
LEITZ: It's possible, sir.
GENERAL: Of course, you can prove you had this meeting.
LEITZ: That might be difficult.
LEITZ: Because my meeting was with Hunda, General, ...and two off-worlders.
GENERAL: Hunda ...is a rebel leader.
LEITZ: Yes. He managed to get into the city. You see, since I arrived here I've been coordinating the resistance. ...I've kept in contact with all the rebel columns.
GENERAL: This is treason, Leitz. I could have you shot out of hand.
LEITZ: No, I don't think so. I was acting under Commissioner Sleer's instructions ...to obtain advanced knowledge of their plans.
GENERAL: You mean you're a double spy.
LEITZ: It was my information which led to the destruction of their second column. And Hunda's column is about to walk into a similar trap.
GENERAL: Go on.
LEITZ: He's planning a raid on the Magnetrix terminal. At dawn he'll enter the city by the old monorail. Once his column's inside the tunnel, all you have to do is blow it in General.
GENERAL: Blow it in, that's all I have to do? ...Yes I suppose so.
LEITZ: It'll finish the resistance.
GENERAL: You mentioned two off-worlders at this meeting.
LEITZ: Yes. They're interested in the adaptation drug. ...I sent them to the laboratory. ...I expect they are dead now.
[Xenon base corridor]
(Tarrant downs a Federation guard)
TARRANT: It's a photocell lock.
(Dayna is searching the guard)
DAYNA: Here's the key.
DAYNA: Tarrant wait! Here's another one. What do you make of it?
TARRANT: It's a Tangran code.
DAYNA: That's what I thought.
TARRANT: I wonder.
(he inserts the first key. The door opens)
TARRANT: ...You saved our lives.
DAYNA: That other one must have been booby-trapped.
TARRANT: Yes, that was the trick trying to confuse us.
DAYNA: Nerve gas?
TARRANT: I expect so. Just pray that there isn't a backup system. Ladies first.
DAYNA: You're so gallant.
(the lights suddenly come on. Forbus is in a wheelchair. On his head is a helmet with wires attached to it)
FORBUS: In my hand I have an electrical contact. If it closes it will detonate seven hundred kilos of glycero-trinitrate. Put your guns away. Put them away!
DAYNA: Nitro-glycerine is a bit outdated, isn't it?
FORBUS: It was all I could make with my limited resources. And it is still a highly effective explosive. You're not from the Federation, ...I gather?
FORBUS: Your surreptitious entry told me as much. Who are you? ..Where are you from? ...Come now, I may be friendlier than you think.
DAYNA: My name is Dayna, this is Tarrant. We're Federation outlaws.
FORBUS: Yes, ...yes, I remember those names. There was a reward for your capture. You and your friends have a ship called the Liberator. Am I right?
TARRANT: We had a ship called the Liberator, it was destroyed fairly recently.
FORBUS: Memory is one of the few faculties I have left that still functions perfectly. My name, by the way, ...is ...Forbus.
DAYNA: The inventor of Pylene-50!
TARRANT: Forbus, you weren't really going to press that contact were you? The explosion would have killed you too.
FORBUS: That would seem a waste at the present time. When I die I should like Commissioner Sleer right beside me.
DAYNA: But you work for Sleer, manufacturing Pylene-50.
FORBUS: I am compelled to work for Sleer! That inhuman devil is the cause of it. Sleer is responsible for what you see ...and now ...only Sleer keeps me alive.
TARRANT: What happened? What do you mean?
FORBUS: Pylene-50 used homoeopathically, is simply a muscle relaxant. Sleer discovered that hundred times normal dosage totally subverts the will, tried to force me to part with the formula. I refused. I didn't understand Sleer's nature then. Totally ...callous ...savage ...ambition. There is a poison called Tincture of Pyrellic. Perhaps you've heard of it?
FORBUS: It is the extract of Pamporanian fungi, it cripples and eventually kills. Death is agonising and there is no cure. I ......have Pyrellic poisoning, Sleer's doing. There is an antidote that prevents the poison spreading. As long as I take it daily I get no worse, but Sleer, of course, controls my supply.
TARRANT: So long as you manufacture Pylene-50.
FORBUS: That is the threat always over my head. To work for Sleer, or to die in agony. But, from time to time Commissioner Sleer comes in here to taunt me, ..to gloat. ...Now ...thanks to my outdated nitro-glycerine, Dayna, I am ready. I hope Leitz comes as well. He usually does.
FORBUS: Almost as vile a sadist as Sleer. Yes, I should like Leitz to be here. Is something wrong?
DAYNA: But Leitz told us he worked for the resistance.
TARRANT: But he didn't tell us about that booby-trap door did he?
DAYNA: Then he must have set Hunda up too. That story about that monorail tunnel, it's all a trap.
TARRANT: We've got to tell Hunda and warn him. Forbus, we came here to get a sample of Pylene-50...
TARRANT: ...in the hope that someone can devise...
FORBUS: Somebody already has, ...Tarrant.
(Forbus picks multi-tubed cylinder full of different coloured pills which Dayna takes from him)
FORBUS: These block the effects of Pylene-50 but unfortunately they can't reverse them. This is the written formula.
(Tarrant takes a piece of paper from him)
FORBUS: Now don't waste time thanking me my friends! You must hurry!
TRACER: Flight Commander wants clearance to launch, sir.
QUUTE: All right, go ahead.
(the General comes in)
TRACER: (into communicator) Strike leader, this is control, you have clearance.
QUUTE: Just launching the search for that spy ship, sir.
GENERAL: Good. ...What's the position regarding the monorail?
QUUTE: The sapper team have laid eighteen charges in the tunnel. They can be detonated either simultaneously or independently.
GENERAL: I suppose Leitz will expect a medal after this.
SLAVE: Surface launch, Master.
VILA: What did I say!
AVON: Slave, can you identify them?
SLAVE: The heat pattern indicates three B-one-nine cruisers.
VILA: Oh, come on Avon, hit that button!
SOOLIN: That's a search formation Avon. They're not aligned for an attack.
VILA: So they're searching. We're just going to wait here till they find us? Let's get out!
AVON: They must have picked up Dayna and Tarrant and realised we are up here somewhere. Slave, set the ship on an evasion pattern, maximum speed!
VILA: That's the first sensible...
SOOLIN: Just a minute. (into communicator) This is Scorpio, come in Tarrant.
AVON: Hold that order, Slave.
TARRANT: (on communicator) Soolin, we're almost finished here.
VILA: Tell him if he doesn't get the hell out, we're certainly finished here.
SOOLIN: (on communicator) Tarrant, we think Scorpio has been spotted. Teleport up now.
TARRANT: (into bracelet) I'm sorry Soolin, We're not receiving you very clearly.
AVON: (on communicator) Tarrant, ...Tarrant, listen...
(Tarrant cuts off the communications link)
TARRANT: Let's go.
AVON: (into communicator) Tarrant! Tarrant!
SOOLIN: It's no use, he`s cut off.
VILA: Well that is it. With those ships out there we can't wait.
SOOLIN: They might not be looking for us.
VILA: Are you crazy? You said yourself that was a search formation.
SOOLIN: They haven't picked up Tarrant, so why'd they assume a ship's out here?
AVON: Just a minute, Orac that message from Space Centre, ...how was it relayed here?
ORAC: Through Terminal Four-zero-zero-six.
AVON: The terminal on Helotrix.
ORAC: Of course Avon. That is the nearest terminal to our position.
AVON: That's it. They must have intercepted the transmission.
SOOLIN: Computer logic, the nearest terminal.
VILA: So Orac's thick, ...we all know that. Let's move!
AVON: I'm going in under them.
AVON: We'll go down to cloud level. If we stay between them and the planet we may not show up on their scanners!
VILA: Once we're below them we'll be cut off. We won't stand a chance!
AVON: Slave! Give me manual control! I'm banking on them searching outwards, not inwards.
VILA: And if you're wrong?
AVON: If I'm wrong you can say 'I told you so', provided you speak loudly and quickly.
(in the grass scrubland the rebels are moving past the ventilator shafts with caution)
AVANDIR: The entrance to the old monorail must be somewhere in the area. Probably under all that rubble.
HUNDA: Must be just beyond that next ridge, near where the armoury used to stand.
HASK: Hunda! There's someone up there!
(Dayna and Tarrant are on the ridge. Dayna waves)
HUNDA: It's all right. ...I know them.
(there is a tunnel entrance halfway up the rise. Hunda goes up to them. They talk)
(they join the rest of the rebels)
HUNDA: The raid's off.
HUNDA: We've been tricked. Leitz is a double agent.
TARRANT: If you go into that monorail you're as good as dead, but you could go in where we came out.
AVANDIR: We'd be picked up before we got anywhere near the terminal.
DAYNA: Hunda, if you issue your men with these...
(she hands him the cylinder containing the pills)
DAYNA: ...you'll have a fighting chance.
HUNDA: What are they?
TARRANT: Some new drug that counters the effects of their medical lasers.
(they are watching a map on the viewscreen)
LEITZ: They should be entering the tunnel now.
GENERAL: We'll let them get well in, then blow every charge. Make it as easy as possible for the poor devils.
TRACER: We have an entry signal, sir, square 4K.
GENERAL: Square 4K. A feint to draw attention from their main attack.
QUUTE: They look to be coming through in some strength for a feint, General.
TRACER: They're moving towards the terminal.
GENERAL: We'll cut them off on the concourse. Tell Commissioner Sleer I'll need a full troop of guards. I want to see this. You coming Quute?
TRACER: What about the tunnel, sir?
GENERAL: Blow every charge now.
(the Tracer operates some controls)
(near the ridge there is an explosion. In the woodland they hear more explosions)
HUNDA: You were right, Tarrant. That was the monorail. Let's move!
(they are ambushed by guards who fire medical lasers to no effect)
SLEER [OC}: Put down your guns!
(she is pointing a gun down at them)
(hand to hand fighting ensues. Leitz watches from hiding. Tarrant downs an officer. Sleer/Servalan leaves. Quute is attacked and felled. The General comes and kneels by Quute)
GENERAL: You see, I told you Quute. They're marvellous fighters, ...especially at close quarters.
(Dayna tackles the General and wins. Leitz sneaks off. Dayna and Tarrant chase after Sleer/Servalan)
TARRANT: She got away!
DAYNA: It was Servalan, wasn't it?
TARRANT: Well, we both saw her, and she seemed to recognise us.
TARRANT: (on communicator) Tarrant to Scorpio. We're ready for teleport.
VILA: About time.
AVON: (into communicator) Stand by for teleport. ...Slave where are those cruisers now?
SLAVE: Sector Twelve, Master. You outmanoeuvred them with consummate skill.
AVON: Thank you. Set a direct course for base, maximum speed.
SOOLIN: Teleport operating.
VILA: What are you smirking about? Do you realise we've got half the Federation battle fleet looking for us?!
AVON: The next time you two pull a stunt like that, I warn you it may prove fatal.
DAYNA: We've just seen an old friend of yours.
TARRANT: An implacable old friend.
SOOLIN: I thought you said she was dead.
TARRANT: We did.
DAYNA: But she's not.
TARRANT: She's very much alive.
SERVALAN: You tricked me, Forbus.
FORBUS: No, Sleer, I assure you...
SERVALAN: You did something to that last batch of Pylene-50.
FORBUS: I did nothing ...nothing at all. Look, let me show you the test sample.
SERVALAN: I'm going to cut off your drug supply for three days. That means you'll die about another ten percent.
FORBUS: Oh no, please, don't do that. Look. This is the test sample...
(he attempts to reach the electrical contact for the detonator)
SERVALAN: I told you,
(she slaps his hand away)
SERVALAN: I'm not interested. I'll teach you to obey me if I have to destroy all your skinny little body.
(she shoots him with her gun. Leitz comes in)
LEITZ: If you need a witness, Commissioner, I can swear it was self-defence.
SERVALAN: What are you doing here?
LEITZ: I followed you from the concourse. Those two off-worlders seemed very anxious to find you as well. ...They seemed to think they recognised you.
LEITZ: And of course, Practor recognised you as well, didn't he? That's why you killed him.
(he caresses her from behind. She seems to enjoy it)
SERVALAN: What do you want, Leitz?
LEITZ: The Presidency.
SERVALAN: Anything is possible.
LEITZ: After all, somebody has to take Practor's place. You could use your influence, I'm sure. And of course you'd know that your secret would be safe with me, ...Servalan.
SERVALAN: I'm sure it would. But I don't submit ...to blackmail.
LEITZ: There's always a first time, ...and it's better than being executed.
(she turns and they kiss)
LEITZ: After all, how many people've you killed to conceal your secret?
(she slips a crystalline dagger from her sleeve)
SERVALAN: You mean now?
(he jabs it into his neck)
SERVALAN: Twenty-six, ...so far.
[Scorpio leaving Helotrix]
TARRANT: You can't afford not to believe me, Avon.
AVON: How the hell did she get off the Liberator?!
TARRANT: I don't know.
DAYNA: Look, we both saw her. It was Servalan.
TARRANT: You're just running away from the truth!
AVON: ...All right, I believe you. ...I didn't want her to die like that anyway. ...I need ...to kill her myself.