( Avon stands in a dark corridor. He is surrounded by
six Federation troopers who are all aiming guns at him. )
Trooper 1: ( Male voice. ) Surrender!
Avon: I've never been one to give up so easily.
( Avon draws his gun. He aims and pulls the trigger.
The gun blows up in his hand. He hisses in pain. )
Trooper 2: ( Female voice. ) Surrender, Avon! Surrender.
( Avon leaps to his feet and gallops away from the guards.
Shots burn around him, but none of them hit him. He reaches a door and tries to haul it open. It is jammed. )
Avon: Open, damn you! OPEN!
( The troopers catch up with Avon and aim their guns
once more. )
Trooper 3: ( Female voice. ) Surrender, Avon. Give in to us.
Trooper 4: ( Male voice. ) Join us. As you were destined to.
( Avon turns and faces them. )
Trooper 5: ( Female voice. ) Join us... join the ranks...
( Five of the troopers pull their helmets off revealing
the faces of Jenna Stannis, Olag Gan, Del Tarrant, Dayna Mellanby and Stella Restal. One of the troopers remains masked. Avon's
expression collapses into fear and horror. )
Dayna: ...of the DEAD!
Gan: The legion of dead friends...
Avon: NO! Not you!
Trooper 6: ( Female voice. ) Would you prefer me, Avon?
( The trooper starts to pull off the helmet. )
Avon: ( Weakly. ) No... please... not you too...
( Behind the mask is Cally. )
( Cally steps forward and shapes to kiss Avon. Suddenly
the door swings open behind him and he falls through into pitch blackness. He scrambles to his feet and runs away from Cally.
He suddenly pulls up as a bright light resolves into a giant towering image of Blake's face. )
Avon: Oh no...
Blake: Was it true? Did I betray you?
( Cally and the others surround Avon once more. Avon
stares transfixed at the image of Blake. )
Tarrant: Or did you betray us?
( Avon does not answer. He just stares at Blake. )
Blake: Did you betray me?
( Cally, Gan, Jenna, Tarrant, Dayna and Stella raise
their guns and aim at Avon once more. )
Blake: Why did you kill me?
( Avon finally turns and looks at the others, then reflexively
holds his hands up in front of his face. )
( Shots launch from the guns, engulfing Avon in blinding
light. The light clears and Avon sits bolt upright on his bed in his quarters on the Liberator, still howling. )
( Avon looks around, nervous and hyperventilating. His
face is sweaty and twisted in terror. He gradually calms as he realises hes been dreaming. He slumps back on the bed, looking
( Liberator orbits the planet Dysentastra. On the Flight
Deck, Farin and Vila are on watch. Farin is at the flight console, looking impatient, Vila sits in the pit looking depressed.
A close up of Vilas face. There is the sound of Stella's death cry, clearly only audible to Vila, and a brief image of the
moment Stella was shot flickers before his eyes. He creases his eyes shut. )
Vila: ( Whispers. ) Why...?
Farin: ( Looks up. ) What?
Vila: Hmm? Oh. Nothing.
( Farin looks at him angrily. )
Farin: Pull yourself together, man! I need to concentrate.
Vila: ( Confused. ) Doing what?
( Farin looks embarrassed as he realises he is only
doing a routine watch. )
Farin: I-uh... ( Looks away. ) Just let me concentrate.
Vila: ( Shaking head. ) Heres to you, o eyes and ears.
( Avon walks onto the Flight Deck, still looking shaken
but alert. Vila avoids his eyes fearfully. Farin notices how ragged Avons expression seems. )
Farin: You all right?
Avon: Any more word from Hailee, yet?
Farin: Not for an hour. Just routine check-ins so far.
( Avon sits in the pit opposite Vila. )
Avon: This still bothers me. I'd be a lot happier if she'd tell us who this mysterious supplier of hers is.
Farin: I'd be a lot happier if we got out of here and left her behind.
Avon: She knows you would. That's why she insisted on taking Oracs key as insurance. ( Glowers at Farin. )
We could never run into another Federation ship again and you'd still get us all killed.
Farin: She'd be the one to do it. Don't you want rid of her?
Avon: No. She's almost as irritating as Vila...
Avon: ...But she's every bit as useful. She knows the Outer territories better than any of us, and her contacts
are handy for staying ahead of the Federation.
Farin: It's probably Feds she's geting the goods from.
Vila: So? We need medicine. We need food. ( Smiles distantly. ) We need soma! Does it matter who we get it
Avon: It depends whether or not you want your last words to be "Oh no! I've been poisoned!" I for one would
never take a drink from the hands of Servalan.
Vila: Well surely it won't be Servalan she's buying from.
Avon: Why not? Orac says she left Gauda Prime, but it can't say where she's gone.
( Planet Ferno, Federation Supply base. Within the lavish
quarters of "Commissioner Sleer", Servalan is lounging on her recliner, sipping idly from a glass of wine. The intercom sounds.
She reaches out lazily to receive. )
Vledka: ( V.O. ) Commissioner Sleer?
Servalan: Yes, Captain Vledka?
Vledka: ( V.O.) A courier from Space Command Headquarters is here to see you, ma'am, a Space Major Brecht.
( Servalan smiles knowingly. )
Servalan: Really? Space Major Brecht, indeed?
Vledka: Yes, ma'am.
Servalan: Have them show him in, Captain.
( Servalan finishes her wine and gets to her feet. The
door opens and Major Brecht enters. He salutes Servalan. )
Brecht: Commissioner Sleer.
( They shake hands. )
Servalan: Major Brecht. So good to see you again. What brings you out so far?
Servalan: Oh how can you forgive my appalling manners? Please be seated.
( Servalan seats herself and gestures to another chair.
Brecht: No thank you, ma'am, I'm afraid my reasons for being here...
Servalan: Oh Major, please, there's a time and place for protocol. I like to keep things as informal as possible
in my home. Please be seated.
Brecht: (Awkwardly. ) Uh, very well. Thank you, ma'am.
( Brecht gingerly seats himself opposite Servalan. )
Servalan: May I offer you a drink?
( Servalan presses an intercom control. )
Brecht: That really wouldnt be approp-...
Servalan: ( Into comms. ) Captain Vledka? Please have some drinks sent to my quarters. Two... Plitka Martinis,
( A brief pause. )
Vledka: ( V.O. ) Understood ma'am.
( Servalan closes comms. )
Servalan: Have you tried Plitka Martini before, Major?
Brecht: Er, no.
Servalan: ( Smiles. ) I thought not. This should be quite an experience for you.
Brecht: Ma'am I really...
Servalan: Relax, Major. I'm not going to report you for being drunk on duty am I? Not when I'm the one you're
Brecht: Very well, ma'am. Thank you.
Servalan: So Major. What exactly are your reasons for being here?
Brecht: I come as emissary from the President himself, ma'am.
Servalan: Really? Then what can I do for the President?
Brecht: It's taken me some time to locate you, ma'am. The President has requested your presence on Earth. I've
been asked to escort you in person.
Servalan: I see.
( The door chimes loudly. )
Servalan: Come in.
( The door opens and a servant walks in, carrying a
tray with two glasses and a decanter of wine on it. He gently places the tray on a table and starts pouring the drinks. )
Servalan: You'll find this a most charming
( The servant finishes pouring and ceremoniously serves
the glasses to Servalan and Brecht. He then leaves. )
( Brecht takes his glass reluctantly and has a sip.
His eyes bulge. )
Servalan: Strong isnit it?
( Brecht nods, too overwhelmed to speak. Servalan looks
Servalan: Drink up, Major.
( Brecht looks alarmed then does as he is told. He rasps
and drops to his knees. Servalan suddenly puts her own glass aside. She still has not drunk any. )
Servalan: Tell me, Major, where is your professionalism?
Surely you know you should never accept a drink from someone youire supposed to be arresting.
( Brecht looks up at her in shock. )
Servalan: Oh yes, Brecht. I'm well aware that
the President has issued a warrant for my arrest. I also know he appointed you to do the honours. Assuming drunk on duty is
your idea of honourable behaviour. Don't worry, it's not poisoned, just potent.
Brecht: H-how did... you know?
Servalan: I have my friends at Space Command... and the High Council come to that. And that means I'm always
Servalan: ( Smiles. ) You don't expect me to tell you that do you?
( Servalan gently pushes Brecht to the floor. )
Servalan: Rest, Brecht. Sweet dreams.
( Brecht's eye-lids slowly roll shut. Servalan walks
over to the intercom and activates it. )
Vledka: ( V.O. ) Yes, Commissioner?
Servalan: Major Brecht is sleeping like a baby, Captain Vledka.
Vledka: ( V.O. ) Already, ma'am? He struck me as being rather tougher than that.
Servalan: Appearances can be so deceptive, Captain. Open communications to Space Command, secure channel. I wish
to speak to Colonel Mablar.
( Dysentastra. Hailee is outside a dark warehouse on
a small side-street. She is holding a small case. After a moment the door to the warehouse rumbles open. She draws her gun
and steps inside. There are lots of crates and boxes in here but nobody is visible )
Bek: ( V.O. ) Drop the gun, Hailee.
Hailee: Convince me.
Bek: ( V.O. ) Well I'm not armed.
Hailee: Convince me.
( Bek steps out of cover and holds up his arms. He is
( Hailee puts her gun away. )
Hailee: Better. So where's the gear, Bek?
Bek: It's shy. It doesn't like meeting new people who don't have any money.
Hailee: I have plenty.
Bek: Convince ME.
( Hailee opens the case revealing hundreds of thousands
of credits. )
Hailee: Have I ever let you down before?
Bek: You weren't on the Feds' wanted list before.
Hailee: Which means I have to rely on independents even more. You can trust me.
Bek: That's what Largo told me before he killed my brother.
Hailee: And that's my fault is it? I've never even been to Space City.
Bek: It must be the only place.
Hailee: I never went there because it was the only place run by the Terra Nostra.
Bek: Yeah. In some ways it was a good thing the place was destroyed during the War, wasn't it?
Hailee: Spare me the politics, Bek, show me the goods.
( Bek opens a small-sized crate and reveals a sizeable
stock of medicines and surgical equipment. )
Bek: Worth eight hundred thousand?
Hailee: As long as it stops Kyben from moaning, yes. I don't want to know how you acquired it.
( Bek closes the crate. )
Bek: Well, stolen of course. The Terra Nostra do business in legal drugs as well as Shadow.
Hailee: Stolen legal drugs.
( Hailee hands over the case of money and takes the
Hailee: Which you steal from them afterwards. Doesn't sound very legal to me. You've turned as bad as them, y'know.
Bek: You're the merc not me.
Hailee: I'm not judging you. I'm just saying you've changed.
Bek: That's why I wanted you to keep my i.d. a secret. Avon didnt strike me as one of the moral majority
when I met him but I don't think he'd approve.
Hailee: Sure, my lips are sealed.
( Hailee carries the crate to the door. )
Hailee: Keep in touch, Bek. We may need to do
more business in future. ( Into bracelet. ) Kyben? Teleport.
( She dematerialises with the crate. She appears in
the teleport section of the Liberator. Kyben stands from behind the controls. )
Kyben: Did you get them?
( Hailee hands him the crate. It is visibly heavy. )
Hailee: Cool your engines, shell-face. It's all there.
( Hailee put her bracelet away. Avon wanders in. )
Kyben: Whoouff! It's heavy enough.
Avon: It was also expensive enough. When can you start treating Soolin?
( Kyben carries the crate to the exit. )
Kyben: What's wrong with now? On my way.
Avon: Good. The crew needs extra numbers as soon as we can get them.
Kyben: Glad your priorities are so humane, Avon.
( Kyben exits. Avon snaps his fingers and holds out
his hand, staring at Hailee stonily. Hailee shoots him an equally-cold look, then pulls Orac's key out of her pocket and hands
it over. )
Avon: We wouldn't have left without you, you know. A million credits-worth of provisions is a good enough reason
to wait for you.
Hailee: Is that the only reason?
( Avon heads for the exit. )
Avon: I haven't been able to think up any others. Let me sleep on it.
Hailee: Sure. Sweet dreams.
( Avon freezes in the doorway. Again the apparition
of Blake's face flickers briefly before his eyes, then fades. )
Avon: That would make a nice change.
( Vila rushes in past Avon. )
Vila: Well? Did you get some?
Hailee: Yes, Vila. I got some soma. Kyben's taken the whole lot to the Medical Unit.
( Vila rushes out again. )
Vila: Greedy, one-eyed son of a starbeast...
( Ferno, Servalan's quarters. Brecht is still lying
on the floor, Colonel Mablar's face is on the communications screen. Servalan is talking to him. )
Mablar: I suggest you dispose of Brecht altogether, Madam President. I can arrange a convenient report to keep
the false Premier's suspicions from being aroused.
Servalan: You do that, Colonel, while I arrange Brecht's "accident." Tragically his ship has crash-landed on arrival.
Mablar: Now that you mention it, Computer Flight Co-ordination did register an error in his navigation
Servalan: Ah. Unpreventable loss of flight control. Died immediately on impact.
Mablar: Understood, ma'am. The report will be registered with Central's files within the hour. The false President
will be informed duly.
Servalan: Excellent, Colonel. Ferno out.
( Servalan closes comms. She turns from the screen beaming
in self-satisfaction but then she freezes. Brecht is on his feet, a pistol aimed at Servalan.
Brecht: "Madame President." My apologies for not recognising you before now.
Servalan: How did you recover so quickly? That drink should have knocked you out for hours.
Brecht: When I said I'd never tried it before, I was fibbing. The War was quite a stressful time, you see. Plitka
Martini was my favourite relaxant. I must have had over a hundred in my time - I'm very used to them. I knew you'd try that
trick. Youve gained a reputation for it.
Servalan: Well then why the charade? Why didn't you just arrest me?
Brecht: ( Smiles. ) Servalan, the "false" President has long suspected there was a leak at Space Command. He
also suspected this Commissioner Sleer was on the other end of it. I knew you wouldn't tell me, but the fewer people there
are who are listening, the more people talk. Or more accurately, the fewer people there are who seem to be listening...
( Brecht gestures with the gun for Servalan to go and
sit down. She does as she is told. )