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: Zen, how are the repairs going? Zen
: They are proceeding on schedule. Blake
: What caused the malfunction?
: Well? Zen
: Involvement is not permitted. Blake
: If the ship's blown up, lofty disinterest won't save you.
: Repair monitors report explosive device attached to primary power channel. Blake
: Where? Zen
: Hold three, access duct seven. Blake
: Well can the automatics neutralize it? Zen
: No. Blake
: Why not? Zen
: There is no damage. Avon
: Computer logic. Until the bomb explodes there is nothing for the repair system to repair. Zen, can you reprogram the automatics? Zen
: Preemptive interference in crew activity is forbidden. Blake
: [running for passageway
] Oh, he'll clear up after us, but he won't stop us making a mess. Avon
: [moves to follow him
] *You* made *this* mess. Jenna Stannis
: We're all in it, Avon. Avon
: [over his shoulder from the passageway
] Yes, aren't we!
: Vila. Vila Restal
: Yes. Blake
: It's time to use the neutron blasters. Vila Restal
: At last. I've been looking forward to this. Blake
: Take it easy. It might blow us all up. See if you can blast a hole through that web. Fire!
[Vila presses a button to fire. An alarm sounds
: Neutron flare shield has not been activated. Vila Restal
: Which one's that? Blake
: [angrily to Zen:
] *Activate* the neutron flare shield!
[Alarm stops. A parallel hatch pattern overlays the main screen
: Confirmed. Blasters are cleared for firing.
: Limited range forward vision is available should you require it. Vila Restal
: Why couldn't you tell us that before? Blake
: Put up forward vision.
: Navigation computers report high-energy interference with directional probes. Automatic control untenable. Del Tarrant
: Battle stations!
[the crew rush to their positions
] Del Tarrant
: Zen, this interference... is there any hostile design to it? Zen
: There is a uniform design to it. Avon
: Is it hostile? Zen
: The word hostile is not objective. Avon
: Zen, this is no time to quibble over terminology!
: Information. Three alien spacecraft in hostile formation bearing zero-zero-nine, two million spacials. Del Tarrant
: Flight deck.
[They run to take their places on the bridge
] Del Tarrant
: Zen, enemy position. Zen
: One million spacials. We have visual contact with hostile commander. Del Tarrant
: Put her on. Servalan
: [on the viewscreen
] Liberator, this is Servalan, President and Supreme Commander of the Terran Federation. You are outnumbered, and at a tactical disadvantage. If you surrender your ship...
[Avon cuts off the transmission
: Do we fight? Avon
: Certainly not. We run. Zen, course zero-one-one, speed, standard by six. Get us out of here.
: I'm going down. Avon
: How? Del Tarrant
: Teleport. Avon
: It will be interesting to see what that energy field does to a teleport beam. Del Tarrant
: All right, we'll take the Liberator through again and I'll teleport from there. Avon
: [laughing sardonically
] Why don't you land it right on top of their monitoring station just in case they haven't got the message? Del Tarrant
: Zen, was our entry monitored from the planet's surface? Zen
: Affirmative. Del Tarrant
: So they know we're here. Avon
: Correction: they know we came, and they know that we went away again. One thing's for sure: next time they'll be ready for us.
: Information. The present course has no material end. Suggest transfer from linear progression to modular time shift. Del Tarrant
: Suggestion rejected, Zen. Cally
: Just a moment. How long would it take for us to get somewhere using maximum time shift? Zen
: One hundred and fifty-nine Earth years. Vila
: That's all I need. Dayna
: And where will that bring us? Zen
: Repeat: there is no material destination on present course. After one hundred and fifty-nine Earth years, time shift mechanism will cease to function.
: So tell me, Zen, how does one operate this craft? Zen
: One manipulates the controls, and the craft functions accordingly. Servalan
: Yes, and I've heard of your impudence.
[On screen is a primitive landing module
: What is that? Zen
: Detector scan reveal it to be a high technology space cruiser.
: Hardened self-healing Herculanium hull and superstructure, advanced Time Distort facility, speed range to Standard by twelve point two zero three.
[Jarvik laughs harder
: Computer assessment of weapons reveals the craft to have an assault capacity marginally greater than that of the Liberator.
[Jarvik laughs harder
[Jarvik looks at Servalan, still laughing at the ludicrous incongruity
: All right, Zen, standby to run it *again*, at *half* speed. Zen
: Confirmed. Avon
: Slow or fast, it will still look the same. Roj Blake
: How long have you been there? Avon
: I was here when you came in. Roj Blake
: Why didn't you speak? Avon
: I had nothing in particular to say. Besides, you looked as though you were planning something you didn't want the rest of us to know about.
: Sensors register missile emission. Vila
: Blake, there is no point in going on; we're finished. At this range we haven't a *chance*. She can't *miss* us.
[the ship explodes precisely as Orac predicted
: Zen, report status. Zen
: Liberator is stationary and is stabilized in an anti-orbital posture. Vila
: Whatever that means. Blake
: It means we got it right. Jenna
: Together we can fly this ship manually. Gan
: I think we make a good team. Avon
] Well hooray for us.
: Up until now we've only been a minor irritation to the Federation. I think it's about time we hurt them. Jenna Stannis
: I don't like the sound of that. Kerr Avon
: Neither do I. I thought it was agreed we wouldn't do anything without discussing it thoroughly. Roj Blake
: True. It was also agreed that anybody could opt out at any time. Just tell me when you want to leave. Kerr Avon
: Oh, I will. But in the meantime I think we have a right to know what it is you're planning. Roj Blake
: Zen, set a course for Saurian Major, speed standard by two. Zen
: Speed and course confirmed. Kerr Avon
: That falls a little short of my idea of a thorough discussion.
: I don't believe it. Jenna Stannis
: Zen, system status. Zen
: All systems are functioning normally. Vila Restal
: Yes, but Zen's only a machine. Kerr Avon
: So is Orac.
[He removes the activator and throws it across the flight deck
] Vila Restal
: That's all right, that's fixed Orac. Roj Blake
: No, it hasn't. Jenna Stannis
: What do you mean? Roj Blake
: We've forgotten something. The prediction has still been made. Jenna Stannis
[the on-screen ship explodes
: But you're suggesting... Roj Blake
: Oh, betrayal, treachery, piracy, call it what you will: that is what Avon and Cally are up to. Vila Restal
: And Jenna? Roj Blake
: No, not Jenna. I think she was probably duped by the other two. Vila Restal
: How? Roj Blake
: Space fatigue, is that what they're saying? Vila Restal
: Yeah. Roj Blake
: Well, It's obvious, isn't it? They gave me some form of drug, and then put on a show for you and her. Vila Restal
] Wow, Avon has been excluding me a bit lately. Roj Blake
: It's nothing to what he'll do when they get to Del Ten. Vila Restal
: What? Roj Blake
: He *might* allow you to stay on afterwards. He'd be stupid to reduce his manpower more than absolutely necessary. Vila Restal
: Well, what do we do? Roj Blake
: The first thing to do is to resume course for that asteroid. Vila Restal
: Right. Roj Blake
: [indicating his restraints
] One more thing, Vila. Vila Restal
: Oh yes, sorry.
[Vila releases Blake
] Roj Blake
: Thank you. Asteroid PK, One, One, Eight. Vila Restal
: Right. Vila Restal
: [Moves in front of Zen
] Zen, abort course for Del Ten. Resume course for asteroid PK One One Eight. Confirm with arrival time. Zen
: Arrival asteroid PK One One Eight at nineteen zero eight. Vila Restal
: Just over half an hour. Vila Restal
: [turns around
[Blake is gone
[Last lines of episode
: Cally, Jenna, get the ship moving. I'm going to put out a plague warning. Avon
] Are you crazy? Blake
: I've got to warn all traffic to stay away from Fosforon until that virus burns itself out. Avon
: Listen, Blake: Servalan is on her way here. She lands on Fosforon, she gets the plague, she's off our backs for good! You *cannot* put out a warning! Blake
: Suppose some of them don't die. Suppose some of them get off in a ship. That plague goes out to all the galaxies, *millions* will die because of it! *That* is the one responsibility that I will *not* take!
[Blake turns to address the Liberator's computer. Avon stews a moment over the rebuff
: Zen, I want to put a plague warning transmitter into orbit 'round Fosforon. Then set a course for the constellation Sauros; speed: standard by ten. Zen
[FX shot of Liberator slowly turning with deep space freighter The London docked with it, standing in for the plague beacon
: There has to be a warning, Jenna. There has to be.
[Jenna starts to say something, then simply nods in agreement. Liberator leaves orbit
[Vila can't contact anyone else on the Liberator
: Zen, has something happened to them? Zen
: Data is not available. Vila
: I don't want data, I want to know what's happening. Zen
: It will be necessary for you to make a personal investigation. Vila
: Oh, you're a big help. "Personal investigation."
[Vila worriedly begins putting on a gunbelt
: "Personal investigation!" The next time Avon wants to make a personal investigation on how you work I shall make a personal point of handing him the instruments... personally!
: In one point zero three minutes, it will no longer be possible to operate force wall and main drive simultaneously. Please decide which to close down. Jenna Stannis
: Without main drive we'll never get out of this. Vila Restal
: Without the force wall we'll be smashed to pieces! Roj Blake
: Have the locators detected the outer edge of the storm yet? Vila Restal
: [looks at his panel
] No. Yes! No... Maybe. Roj Blake
: Which is it, Vila? Vila Restal
: [looks again
] It's "Maybe." Zen
: Directive is now required.