( The Liberator arrives in range of Freedom City. On
the Flight Deck all are present. )
Avon: Anything yet?
Kyben: ( Monitoring comms traffic. ) Nothing that seems to concern us. Except for traffic control asking us
what we want I don't think anyone cares about us.
Avon: What did you tell them?
Kyben: I said we were damaged by meteorites and needed somewhere to lay over and make repairs. Not a million
light years from the truth. They offered to let us dock but I declined. I said we might send over a shuttle if we needed any
Avon: Good. Hopefully we'll be gone before anyone gets too interested in us. Zen, what armament does the city
Zen: Detectors report eight laser cannon emplacements and four missile launchers in addition to the six guardships
patrolling the local system.
Avon: Are the guardships powerful enough to give us problems?
Zen: Negative. The guardships' armament would require to land a considerable number of direct hits to penetrate
the Liberator's force wall.
Avon: We can't shoot at them, they can't hurt us. Sounds reasonably safe.
Vila: I still don't like this.
Hailee: Altogether now - awwww.
Vila: I mean it.
Hailee: I know you mean it. That's what makes me so confident.
Avon: Vila, you can remain on board while the rest of us try to arrange the deal... if you'd feel happier being
all alone for a few hours.
Vila: ( Shocked. ) Why'd you be away so long?
Hailee: It's a big place, moron. It could take ages finding the dealer, especially keeping our heads down.
Vila: Um, ages you say? In there? I think I'll stay behind and watch the ship.
Avon: That's very brave of you. You can operate the teleport then.
Vila: Why do I always get teleport duty?
Avon: Because you're usually the only one left on board. Or would you rather go down there after all?
Vila: Okay, teleport duty it is.
( Vila exits and heads toward the Teleport section.
Farin: What exactly is the plan then?
Avon: I have a few ideas. Let's go.
( They collect weapons. Avon, and Hailee choose Scorpio
clip-guns, Farin and Kyben gather Liberator handguns. They then set off to the teleport section where Vila has seated himself
at the controls. The others collect bracelets and line up in the bay. )
Avon: Get on with it.
( Vila operates the controls and the others dematerialise.
They materialise in an alley in Freedom City and draw their guns. There are some bins nearby that clearly haven't been emptied
in a long while. They all pull faces at the smell. )
Hailee: Urgh. Thanks a lot, Vila.
Avon: ( Into bracelet. ) Safely across. ( Eyes the bins with revulsion. ) Sort of. Stay awake, Vila.
Vila: ( V.O. ) Yeah yeah yeah. Liberator out.
Hailee: Why didn't he just send us into the waste-recyclers and have done with it?
Avon: I'll pass that on for next time if you like.
( They put their guns away. )
Let's start looking around for that dealer.
Hailee: That could take a while.
Avon: Maybe not. Things don't seem to have changed much since last time by the look of it. ( Gestures at the
bins. ) Including the contents of those.
( Krantor's quarters. Krantor is sitting watching the
Liberator on his mirror/screen. Toise walks in. )
Toise: I was just coming to tell you about that.
Krantor: Yes. I spotted it from my window as it started its approach. Never thought I'd see a ship like that
Toise: I heard it had been destroyed.
Krantor: That's what I mean. You don't think those two thieves are on board do you? I've wanted to get my hands
on them for years. They humiliated me. Them and that computer of theirs.
Toise: Unlikely. Still, I've shown their likenesses to the guards and told them to keep an eye out for them.
If either one sets foot in Freedom City we'll get them.
Krantor: Jolly good. Arrest them on sight. The Klute's been gagging for a rematch. ( Rubs his chin. ) Assuming
they don't resist arrest of course.
Toise: I've ordered the guards to shoot to kill if that happens. Would you like me to reverse that order?
Krantor: ( Muses. ) Mmm... no. A demonstration of effective law-enforcement is always good for business.
Toise: My thoughts exactly. Neutral or not, we need to keep the town in good order.
Krantor: Arrest them or shoot them, either way it sets a good example for keeping the punters in line.
( Krantor flashes a sickly smile. )
Krantor: Krantor wins both ways...
Toise: Rule of the house?
Krantor: ( Pouts. ) Toise! That's my line.
( Hailee, Farin and Kyben sit in a shaded alcove of
Chenie's bar, The Rink, keeping their heads down. A few other patrons sit around the bar, all drunk and noisy in varying degrees.
Kyben: This is... ( Shakes head, synonyms failing him. ) ...loud.
Hailee: Whassamatter, egghead? Not your scene?
Kyben: Not really no.
Hailee: Ah, you Alpha-pluses are wimps.
Kyben: I doubt I'm still a plus actually. The Banking System's already frozen my account.
Hailee: Who's fault's that?
Kyben: Mine, I guess.
Hailee: That's right. Also thanks to you, I'll just have to go near the Administration and I won't last five
minutes. And you still haven't paid me.
Farin: You got a photonic drive out of it. Stop moaning.
Hailee: It won't be any use if you don't help me connect it up.
Kyben: Hailee, he said stop moaning.
Hailee: You reckon I'll take orders from him? Or you for that matter...?
( Avon walks in and furtively joins them. )
Avon: Got him.
Avon: The dealer's operating out of a bar on level 23. I've managed to set up a meeting for about an hour's
Hailee: Well that was easy enough. What's on offer?
Avon: He's got a shipment large enough to run the neutron blasters for about thirty years. Costs five million.
Farin: And that's expensive enough. How do we pay for them?
Avon: A bit of trickery. Kyben, I'll need you with me when I make the deal. Farin, you'll keep watch...
Farin: Okay, okay. But what exactly is this "bit of trickery"?
Avon: Hailee and Orac will provide that. The rest of us just need to keep him away from his ship for
( In the bar on Level 23 later, Avon and Kyben are talking
to a rough looking man at a table in a dark corner. Avon stands and waves over Farin. )
Avon: I've done a deal. We get enough crystals to run the blasters indefinitely.
Farin: Oh yeah? How can we be sure we're getting the genuine article?
( The dealer produces an orange crystal. )
Dealer: This is a sample. It's a little smaller than the ones you want but good enough for a quality check, I'd
say. You can pay for it with the rest when we do business.
Farin: We need to return it to our ship for analysis.
Dealer: One of you can go. The others will remain to ensure good faith. Otherwise, no dice.
( Avon picks up the crystal and hands it to Farin. )
Avon: You'd better take this back to the ship and get Orac to run an analysis of it.
( Farin pockets the crystal and leaves. )
Dealer: Well, we might as well be comfortable. Whatcha drinking? ( To Kyben, gesturing at the eye patch. ) Want
a slice of cucumber for that?
( The dealer laughs while Kyben gives him a black look.
Avon tries to hide a smile. )
( Liberator teleport room. Vila has his boots off and
is sitting with his feet up on the console. )
Farin: ( V.O. ) Vila, teleport.
( Vila swings his feet off the console, pulls the levers
and Farin teleports in. He wrinkles his face in disgust. )
Farin: Phwoah! When's the last time
you washed your feet?
Vila: My feet dont smell!
Farin: Your nose doesn't work either.
Vila: Did you get the crystals?
Farin: I got a sample.
( Farin takes out the crystal and places it on the console
next to Orac. )
Farin: Orac, I want an analysis of this. We know
it's too small, but other than that could we have used it in the neutron blasters?
Farin: What? Isnt it compatible?
Orac: The crystal is of a type compatible with the neutron blasters. This particular crystal is of a purity
and hardness that is ideal for the purpose. Or would have been.
Farin: Stop talking in riddles, Orac. Either it's useful or it isn't.
Orac: Without giving due consideration to its size, this crystal was, until approximately fifty five seconds
ago, perfect for use in the focusing mechanisms of the Liberator's neutron blasters. Then it was subjected to the teleport
beam, and the molecular-dissolution process therein caused a small but significant alteration in its crystalline structure.
The crystal could be used in the neutron blasters of the Liberator, but the heat-induced stress would cause its new form to
shatter after only a few neutron discharges.
Farin: So any crystals we get in the future need to be brought on board without using the teleport?
Orac: If they are to be of any long-term value, yes.
Farin: That could make things awkward for Hailee.
( Farin opens comms to the Flight Deck. )
Farin: Zen. Tell the Gan computer to prepare
the Daedalus for launch.
Zen: ( V.O. ) Confirmed.
Farin: Vila get kitted up. I'm sending you across.
Farin: I need you to tell Avon that Daedalus will be transporting the crystals.
Vila: I'm not going down there! If any of Krantor's men see me, I'll-...
( Farin grabs Vila by the scruff of the neck. )
Farin: I said get kitted up! Move it!
( Freedom City hangar decks. Hailee is hidden here,
gun drawn watching a few guards and pilots as they wander past. She heads over to one ship once the coast is clear then checks
the identifier units on several of its unloaded cargo pods. Eventually she finds the right one. )
Hailee: ( Whispers. ) Got it!
( She takes off her bracelet, holds down the transmitter,
then holds it close to the identifier unit. )
Hailee: Orac, do you hear me?
Orac: ( V.O. ) Of course I do.
Hailee: ( Into bracelet. ) Lock onto the nearest identifier unit to my bracelet and wipe it.
Orac: ( V.O. ) Very well.
( There is a quiet series of clicks. Hailee checks the
identifier unit has been wiped clean, then runs over to a cargo pod from another ship, and holds the bracelet against that
one's identifier. )
Hailee: ( Into bracelet. ) Now, Orac. Overwrite the old signal to this pod's tagging unit.
Orac: As you wish.
( Another series of clicks. Hailee checks it again.
Hailee: Perfect. Now Avon's friend upstairs'll think this is his crate of crystals. ( Puts her bracelet on and
speaks into it. ) Y'know, Orac, I may grow to like you after all.
Orac: ( V.O. ) I find it most unlikely that that will make even the slightest difference to me.
Hailee: ( Into bracelet. ) Suit yourself, crate face. Vila, do you copy?
Farin: ( V.O. ) This is Farin.
Hailee: ( Into bracelet. ) Back already, you loafer? I'm done here. Bring the spare bracelet and we can shift
Farin: ( V.O. ) There's a hitch Im afraid.
( The bar in Freedom City. Vila enters and crosses to
where Avon, Kyben and the dealer are sitting. )
Dealer: What do you want?
Avon: He's with us, unfortunately. Where's Farin?
( Vila gives the dealer a nervous look. )
Vila: There's been a complication. Farin's bringing Daedalus down to transport the crystals. Orac says the
crystals check out as perfect quality.
Kyben: Why Daedalus? Why not just use...?
Avon: ( Hurriedly. ) Let us discuss payment.
( Avon shoots a warning look at Kyben who looks guilty.
Dealer: What's going on? What are you hiding?
Avon: That's no concern of yours. We are paying you a lot of money. Curiosity could be expensive.
Dealer: I don't like it when people keep secrets from me.
Avon: Then maybe you should try a different line of work.
Dealer: All right, all right. How ARE you planning to pay for the crystals?
Avon: Data transfer from our account to yours, naturally.
Dealer: Naturally nothing. It's hard cash or no deal.
Kyben: Hard cash? Do our pockets look that deep?
Avon: We don't have that sort of money on us.
Dealer: Well then I suggest you come back when...
( Suddenly five uniformed guards burst into the bar
and surround the table. )
Guard 1: You! ( Points at Avon. ) And you! ( Points at Vila. ) You're under arrest. You will come with us. The
other two gentlemen may go.
( Avon pulls out his gun but the other guards draw their
guns and aim them at him. )
Guard 1: We can do this the easy way or the hard
( He slams his hand onto Avons arm. Avon drops the gun
and gasps in pain. )
Guard 1: Personally I like a bit of hard work.
( Grins. )
Vila: ( Raising his hands. ) I don't. I surrender.
( The guards pull Avon and Vila to their feet and take
Kyben: I'll take those.
( Guard 1 looks like he is going to argue but then removes
the clips and hands over the guns. )
Guard 1: You can take their communicators too.
( Avon and Vila hand their bracelets to Kyben before
being led away. )
Dealer: I'm not trading with anyone whose friends get arrested at a business meeting.
Kyben: I have to return to our ship. Can we meet again after this is straightened out? Five million credits
is a lot of money, arrests or no.
Dealer: Five million creds ain't worth getting shot for. Clear off.
( Kyben curses then stands, gathers up the guns and
steps away from the table. The Dealer sits back and orders another drink. Kyben steps to one side and talks into his bracelet.
Kyben: ( Into bracelet. ) Hailee, do you copy?
Hailee: ( V.O. ) I copy. What's happening?
Kyben: ( Into bracelet. ) Have you finished?
Hailee: ( V.O. ) All done.
Kyben: ( Into bracelet, relieved. ) The dealer won't matter anymore then. Look, there's a problem. Is Farin
on his way?
Hailee: ( V.O. ) He should've launched by now, yes.
Kyben: ( Into bracelet. ) Right. You'd better get ready to teleport.
Hailee: ( V.O., irritated ) What's wrong this time?
Kyben: ( Into bracelet. ) Not here. I'll explain once we're back on board. Orac, teleport myself and Hailee
in ten seconds.
Orac: ( V.O.) Oh very well.
( Kyben hides in a dark, empty alcove, then dematerialises.
( Kyben and Hailee appear in the Liberator teleport
Hailee: Where are the others?
Kyben: They've been arrested. It's a good bet Krantor remembered them. We'll have to help them.
Hailee: ( Scoffs. ) Will we?
( Kyben picks up Orac and shoots Hailee a pointed look.
Hailee: All right, all right.
( They head for the flight deck. There, Hailee opens
comms to Daedalus. Kyben puts Orac down on the table in the pit. )
Hailee: Hope you're taking care of my ship, Farin.
Farin: ( V.O. ) Stop moaning, I'll be docking in two minutes. Where are you?
Hailee: I'm back on Liberator.
Farin: ( V.O. ) What? Why are...?
Hailee: I've marked the crate with the crystals. You just concentrate on loading them and getting them back to
the Liberator. And keep it quiet for a change. We've got another little problem to deal with.
Farin: ( V.O. ) What other...?
Hailee: Nothing to worry about. Just hurry up.
( Hailee switches off the comms. )
Hailee: Orac, monitor all communications around
Freedom City. Report anything relating to Avon or Vila.
Orac: Such a task requires a disproportionate expenditure of my resources.
Kyben: Pity about that. Get on with it.
Orac: Very well.
Hailee: Now we wait.
( Krantor's office. Krantor and Toise are present. Avon
and Vila are shoved in by guards. )
Vila: There's no need to push.
Krantor: Vila. Avon. So good to see you again.
Avon: We might share the sentiment if the invitation had been less strident.
Krantor: A necessity. After what you pulled on your last visit I wasn't sure you'd have come if I'd simply asked
Avon: You're probably right. What do you want?
Krantor: Straight to the point. I like that. I believe that you cheated me out of five million credits when you
played that game of speed chess against the Klute. I'm sure you remember it. Add to that the other five million you filched
on the Big Wheel and I'd say I have the right to be a little strident with you. To settle the matter I really must insist
you play a rematch.
Vila: Oh look, do I have to? I'm fed up of playing chess. What about a nice game of Whist instead...?