|
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 others owe me. |
Tarrant: | Do we? |
Avon: | Now I'm 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: | Alright, Avon, we'll try trusting you. Just don't expect us to make a habit of it. |
Avon: | I don't. |
. | ... |
|
Zen: | The consensus of computer systems favor 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 1, 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. |
. | [everyone looks at the gun Avon has jammed into Tarrant's waist] |
Cally: | You were lucky. He meant it. He was going to kill you. |
Tarrant: | I got that impression, myself. |
. | ... |
|
Avon: | Alright, 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 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 not 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: | Oh, if you want one of your own cold, rational explanations, we can't afford to lose you. |
Avon: | Sentiment breeds weakness. Let it get ahold of you, and you are dead.
I have already programmed Zen. In precisely 12 hrs the ship will set course for Calipheron.
You can't 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 that I'm 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. Alright, Dayna. |
. | [Dayna teleports him down] |
Avon: | Down and safe. And if this is an example of a manmade planet, they ought to get back
to the drawing board and start again. I'll contact you again in exactly 1 hr. Out. |
Tarrant: | Shift the coordinates by half a point. I don't want to land too close to him. |
Vila: | I got the distinct impression that he wanted to be alone. |
Tarrant: | 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 gonna like this. |
Dayna: | Avon isn't going to know about it. |
. | ... |
|
. | [Avon enters a room and finds a teleport bracelet. He turns on a console and a picture of Blake appears. He reads, "The patient's condition continues to improve. Life support systems were closed down for 10 mins extra today bringing the total to 3 hrs. During this time Blake showed no apparent signs of distress. All prescribed medications administered." Avon looks up at Blake's picture.] |
Avon: | So he is alive. Blake is alive. |
. | [Avon goes out and is rendered unconscious by a dart. He awakens and goes looking for Blake.] |
. | ... |
|
. | [Cally and Tarrant follow Avon into a glass building. They drop the key that got them in
and it echoes down the ladder.] |
Cally: | I hope you hadn't planned on going back up again. |
Tarrant: | Not immediately. [prophetically] From here on, it's downhill all the way. |
. | ... |
|
. | [Avon finds Blake attached to life support equipment, asleep on a table.] |
Avon: | Blake. |
Blake: | Well, now, 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: | 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's 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 got yourself into? Just like
old times. |
Blake: | Not that easy this time. The lightning raid to 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 3 or 4 hrs. |
Avon: | We'll have the whole thing duplicated on the Liberator. |
Blake: | No good. I wouldn't survive the teleport transfer. They calculate it will take
at least 3 mos before I can start to move again. [beeps] That's a treatment timer.
They'll be here in a few minutes. They'll find you. |
|
Avon: | It seems unlikely you'll be moving far. [Avon moves to the end of the table and
looks back at Blake.] I know where to find you. I'll be back. |
. | [Avon is captured and knocked out. He awakens on a table under a microphone, then
falls asleep again.] |
Medical: | It is completed. Get him out of there quickly. We must get the continuity right. |
. | ... |
|
Servalan: | You haven't seemed surprised to see me. |
Avon: | If it was a trap, it had to be yours. The precise timing, the meticulous detail, the
general flare. 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: | 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
over-enthusiastic, 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: | [laughing] Nothing at all. |
Servalan: | Well, let me reassure you, you haven't been entirely misled. Blake is alive and, if
not well, at least on the road to recovery. More important, he's 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? |
|
Servalan: | [Opening a window from which they could see Liberator] That! A straight exchange.
You get Blake and whatever it is he's discovered, and I get the Liberator. |
. | ... |
|
Servalan: | All details of Blake's treatment have been programmed into the computers. There's
ample supplies of all of the drugs and medicines he'll require. In approximately 3 mos
he should be well enough to move. The space vessel that 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 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. Call the ship.
I was right. I was sure you'd never let Blake die. |
|
Avon: | Death is something he and I faced on a number of occasions. I always thought that
his death and mine would be linked in some way. Liberator, this is Avon. Do you read? |
Vila: | 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. You fool. |
Vila: | Avon. Avon. |
|
. | [Servalan holds a gun on Avon and aims] |
Medical: | Servalan. [brings in Cally and Tarrant] |
Servalan: | I think negotiations have just been reopened. |
. | ... |
|
. | [Tarrant makes the deal for the Liberator, which is so damaged by the particular
cloud they went through that its disintegration is beyond its capacity for auto repair,
though Avon and Servalan don't know that.] |
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. |
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 toward Servalan] |
Tarrant: | Leave it go, Avon. |
. | ... |