( Avon closes his eyes tightly, shakes his head, but
the image remains in front of his eyes. )
Blake's voice: Why, Avon? Why?
Avon: No. No. NOOOOO!!
( Kyben's fist swings up into Avon's face, knocking
him cold. Kyben staggers woozily to the intercom, blood trickling down his face. He flicks the intercom switch. )
Kyben: ( Into comm. ) Hailee, Farin... Come back... need help...
( Kyben collapses. )
( Medical Unit. Vila, Dayna and Soolin lie on rehab
couches. Farin and Stella are trying to connect them to life-support machines. )
Hailee: Look, wait for Kyben, he'll know how to treat them properly.
Farin: He's taking too long. They're already critical...
( The intercom sounds. )
Zen: ( V.O. ) Attention. Liberator is now back under authorised control. Sensors detect Federation pursuit
craft are entering the Gauda Prime system at Time Distort 10. Battle computers estimate seven minutes to intercept this position.
Stella: Federation? But the Law Declaration can't have been made yet.
( Farin and Hailee head for the door. Stella points
to Vila, Dayna and Soolin. )
Stella: What about them? They can't wait for treatment.
Farin: They'll have to wait! We've got to get the ship moving.
( Farin and Hailee leave. Stella hesitates, then follows.
Kyben's voice sounds on the intercom. )
Kyben: ( V.O. ) Hailee, Farin... Come back... need help...
( Hailee, Farin and Stella run along the starboard corridor
to the Flight Deck, by-passing the telport section. Avon and Kyben still lie there, unconscious. Hailee, Farin and Stella
arrive on the Flight Deck and take the controls. )
Zen: Sensors confirm the presence of six Federation pursuit craft on a course heading for the planet Gauda
Farin: Hailee, stand by the manual controls. Zen, take us away from the Federation ships, Speed Time Distort
( The ship jolts as it starts moving. )
Zen: Speed building to Time Distort 12. Liberator
is leaving orbit of the planet Gauda Prime.
Farin: Program the strategy computers to calculate the optimum escape trajectory.
Farin: Hailee, remain on standby to take over.
Hailee: I don't know how to control this thing!
Farin: ( Angrily. ) You're the pro pilot on this ship. Try learning quickly. Stella, send a warning to Blake
that the Feds may be heading his way.
Stella: I'm trying, but we're still not getting an answer to the IFF call-sign.
Farin: Strange. Blake set a rota to watch for our arrival. Someone should have answered by now.
( Farin hits the intercom. )
Farin: Kyben, have you got to the Medi Unit yet?
( No answer. )
Farin: Kyben, we need help on the Flight Deck.
( Still no answer. )
Zen: Federation pursuit ships have altered course to intercept. Strategy computers are altering evasion course
( The Liberator pulls away from the surface of Gauda
Prime. The distant shapes of the pusuit ships turn toward it. Farin hits the intercom again. )
Farin: Kyben! Where the hell are you? Answer me!
Stella: ( Suddenly concerned. ) Zen, where's Kyben?
Zen: Inboard sensors detect human life in the Medical Unit and the teleport section.
Farin: He's still in the teleport section? What the hell's he doing?
( Stella heads for the teleport section. )
Stella: I'll find him.
Farin: Zen, progress report?
Zen: Liberator is now fourteen thousand spacials from the planet Gauda Prime. Battle computers estimate successful
evasion of Federation pursuit ships at a ninety four per cent probability.
( Farin and Hailee sigh with relief. )
Farin: We've made it. Zen, maintain optimum evasion strategy.
Farin: We'll have to work out how to return without tangling with those ships but for now...
Hailee: What kind of suicide freak do you think I am, teethy? You can play tag with the Feds all you want, but
soon as were out of range of those pursuit ships, I'm out of here. I can't believe I agreed to this stupid deal in the first
( Hailee walks out before Farin can argue. )
( Teleport section. Stella runs in and sees Avon and
Kyben sprawled on the floor. )
Stella: Oh my God, what happened?
( Stella kneels next to Kyben and gently pats him on
the cheek. )
Stella: Oh wow, you took a beating.
( Kyben's eye flickers open just as Hailee walks in.
Hailee: I hope I'm not interrupting.
Hailee: What happened?
( Kyben sits up, indicating Avon. )
Kyben He can punch.
Stella: Why'd he attack you?
Hailee: With a face like Kyben's? It's all I can do not to throw darts at him.
( Plasma bolts skim past the Liberator as it flees the
( Gauda Prime Tracking Gallery. Arlen is nursing
a bruised jaw, while the Troop Leader is giving his report. )
Troop Leader: ...nowhere on the planet as far as we can tell. My guess is they must have used a teleport to get off-world.
Arlen: Their ship was in ruins. I heard Blake describe what was left of it. They can't have used the
Troop Leader: Maybe they have a secondary one.
Arlen: And where would that be, Section Leader?
Troop Leader: That unidentified craft our pursuit ships are chasing would be a fair bet.
Arlen: Oh yes? In which case, considering the speeds it seems to be travelling at, we'll never catch them. (
Sighs. ) Still at least we have one of them.
( Arlen smiles and looks up toward the ceiling. There,
Tarrant's motionless body is chained to the angle between ceiling and wall. )
Arlen: The treacherous Captain Del Tarrant. A
fine trophy for any hunters wall.
( Servalan suddenly enters the room, followed by two
Servalan: ( Tutting. ) But a pity his blood's making such a mess on the floor.
( Arlen leaps to her feet with a start. The Troop Leader
salutes sharply. )
Arlen: Uh... Commissioner Sleer. I wasn't informed that you were expected here.
Servalan: I wasn't.
( Servalan casts her outer robe aside and drapes herself
in the seat Arlen has vacated. )
Servalan: It is my duty to go wherever Federation
Security will be best served. Now, I assume the rebel infestation on this planet has been eradicated?
Arlen: Yes Commissioner. The whole silo is secure.
Servalan: Good. ( Looks at Tarrant. ) Very decorative. And as for the one you made in the other chamber, the one
of Blake... why, the bones, the blood, the entrails. You have a remarkable instinct for post-modernism. Almost animalistic.
( Arlen shifts her eyes, uncertain if this is rebuke
or congratulation. )
Arlen: Er, thank you, Commissioner.
Servalan: But my love of art is a secondary issue. Where is Avon?
Arlen: He escaped.
( Servalan remains calm but her eyes are visibly blazing.
Servalan: Dear dear. And how did that happen?
Arlen: Their ship was destroyed... but they still managed to teleport after we captured them.
Servalan: After you captured them? Don't tell me you forget to remove their teleport bracelets. Surely
Arlen: Their ship was ruined, they were all here. I didn't realise it was still possible for them to teleport.
Servalan: Orac could have activated it. And just because their ship crashed, that doesn't mean the teleport wouldn't
work. You should have realised that at once.
Arlen: But, Commissioner...
Servalan: The President chose you personally, Arlen. Your failure amounts to a capital crime.
Arlen: I almost succeeded.
Servalan: Almost a success is still a failure, Arlen. And there is no way in the Galaxy we can catch
them. You see, I know where they teleported to - I saw it when my ship entered this system. I don't know how it
got there but if it's the ship I think it is, there's nothing in our entire fleet that's fast enough to catch it.
( Liberator Medical Unit. Kyben is dabbing a wet cloth
against the injuries on his face while monitoring the life-signs of Vila, Dayna and Soolin. Stella is here, staring at Vila
intently. Hailee and Farin watch stonily. )
Kyben: I'm afraid the two ladies are just about finished. ( Indicates Soolin. ) She'll live as long as she's
on this life support system, but without proper medicines I can't revive her. ( Indicates Dayna sadly. ) This one has... well,
there's nothing I can do. She needs advanced therapy immediately, and I haven't got the resources here.
Farin: How long's she got?
Kyben: On life support... I don't know. An hour, maybe a bit more.
( Stella points at Vila. )
Stella: ( Urgently. ) What about him?
Kyben: He should be okay.
Stella: ( Brightly. ) Really?
Kyben: He'll have a nasty burn on his shoulder for a few days, but other than that he'll be fine. Should wake
up soon enough.
Farin: Good. I want some answers.
( Kyben shoots Farin a look of contempt. )
Kyben: I'm so glad you care.
Farin: Listen Doctor, something's wrong on Gauda Prime, or haven't you noticed? The Feds have arrived, we haven't
been able to contact Blake, and these people appear on the ship out of nowhere having clearly been in some kind of firefight.
Something's happened and I want them to tell me what's going on.
Kyben: I want to keep them alive. I think that's more important.
Farin: As long as they tell me what I want to know first, I don't care either way. We have to know what's happened.
Kyben: ( Sarcastically. ) Thank you for putting me right.
( Stella is still staring at Vila. )
Kyben: What's wrong?
Stella: I was worried about him.
Hailee: Him? Why? Love at first sight?
Stella: No you don't understand. This is Vila Restal. They must be the Scorpio crew.
Farin: You serious?
( Stella doesnt take her eyes off Vila. )
Stella: Oh yes.
Hailee: Sure, how would you know?
Stella: Weren't you listening earlier? My name's Stella Restal.
( Hailee looks confused. )
Stella: Vila's my uncle.
( Vila suddenly moans softly, and sits up with a start.
Vila: Wh-What? Hey! I'm still alive! Oh my God I don't believe it. I'm alive, I'm alive! Thank you Gods,
( Vila throws his arms in the air, then snatches them
down and grabs his shoulder. )
Vila: Ow! That smarts...
Vila: Stella? Stella, is that you?
Stella: Yes. Where does it hurt?
Vila: Oh it's unbearable, I... ( Stops and looks around. ) Where are we?
Farin: We're aboard the Liberator. You've just...
Vila: Liberator?! But it exploded... ( Looks broken. ) Oh no, I am dead after all aren't I? I've
died and gone to Robo-Heaven. Damn, damn...
Stella: No you're alive.
Vila: Im not.
Stella: You are.
Vila: I'm not.
Stella: You are. Trust me, Vila, you're alive.
( Hailee shoots Vila a scornful look. )
Hailee: He's also a wet from the sound of it. Stop crying and get your head together. You and your friend have
some explaining to do.
( A few more plasma bolts skim past the Liberator which
is now comfortably out-distancing the pursuit ships. )
( Servalan is still seated in the Tracking Gallery on
Gauda Prime. She gets to her feet, smiling evilly. )
Servalan: Actually, the "President" probably wouldn't have ordered the death penalty.
( Servalan walks over to where Arlen and the Troop Leader
are lying on the floor, clearly dead. )
Servalan: But then, no agent who meets with his
approval will ever meet with mine.
( Servalan kicks Arlen's body, then signals to the two
mutoids who stride over to her. )
( The two mutoids pounce on the dead bodies and prepare
to feed... )
( Darkness for a few seconds. Then a patch of light.
Avon is dimly visible, looking tired and confused. Then another light. Blake's apparition re-appears. )
Blake's Voice: Why did you kill me?
Blake's Voice: Why?
Avon: No. Not again... not this again.
Blake's Voice: Why did you do it, Avon?
Avon: Why him? Why does it have to be Blake haunting me? Why not Gan? Why not Cally?
Blake's Voice: Would you prefer Cally? Would it change what you've done?
( Suddenly Blake's face distorts and warps... and becomes
the face of Cally. )
Cally's Voice: I loved you, Avon. And you knew that, didn't you? You knew it all along. But now I'm dead thanks to you.
Why didn't you listen when we told you not to go to Terminal? Why did you endanger us like that? Why did you endanger...
me... like that, Avon?
Avon: No, Cally! I didn't kill you. I had to go therel. We had to find Blake. I'd realised we wouldn't survive
Cally's Voice: You lie! You were greedy, Avon. You thought Blake had found great treasures and you wanted them for yourself.
Avon: ( Desperation. ) NO!
( The apparition warps and fades again. Blake reappears.