( Dawn is breaking over the jungle of Taurus III. Kyben
and Soolin are tied back-to-back in a tree-vine next to the gangplank of the Federation shuttle, where they are being watched
by the Mutoid. Soolin is asleep. Lying on the ground not far from Soolin's feet is the blade that Tarrant used to
cut the tree-vine. The Troopers and Dev Tarrant meanwhile are inside the ship trying to wake Servalan. )
Soolin: ( Slowly wakes, stilldazed and confused. ) Wh-... Kyben?
( A look of hatred and anger covers Kyben's face. )
Kyben: Tarrant... Tarrant... Tarrant...
Soolin: Tarrant? ( Hopeful expression. ) Where is Tarrant? Did he survive too? I didn't see him on the Liber-...
Kyben: Not Del Tarrant. Dev Tarrant.
Kyben: An ex-colleague of mine. There are issues between Tarrant and myself that have never been settled.
Soolin: Yes. Yes. Your eye.
( Kyben looks over his shoulder at her. )
Soolin: I remember... Servalan remembers it.
During the War. He attacked you because he thought you were one of Veron's people. Servalan remembers it...
Kyben: Servalan remembers it? But not you?
Soolin: Yes I do...
Kyben: No, Soolin. You don't. Soolin, listen to me for once! You're not Servalan.
Soolin: Not... Servalan?
Kyben: Not Servalan.
Soolin: Not Servalan... ( Just looks more confused. )
( Liberator Flight Deck. The battle continues. )
Zen: Plasma bolt launch.
Hailee: I'm getting sick of all these firefights. Why'd I let that one-eyed lobe sucker near my ship in the first
Avon: Hold your fire.
Hailee & Vila & Farin: What!
Avon: I have an idea. Zen do we have adequate power to switch modes on the Neutron Flare shield?
Avon: Do it. Hailee, prepare the ship for planet fall as soon as the Protonic glare begins.
Hailee: Planet fall? Without scanners?
Avon: Do it! It won't just be the scanners that don't work if we stay here any longer.
Hailee: Um, right.
( Pursuit One. )
Kreel: Co-ordinate simultaneous bombardment on the engine section of the Liberator. You will do that.
Mutoid 3: Yes, Commander. Other ships in the flotilla all confirm readiness.
( The wave of lights of the Liberator's Protonic Glare
shield suddenly spreads out, engulfing the flotilla. )
Mutoid 1: Scanner malfunction.
Kreel: ( Angry. ) Switch to auxiliary systems.
Mutoid 2: Negative read-out on auxiliary systems, Commander.
( Liberator Flight Deck. )
Hailee: ( Hauling on the controls once more. ) Hold tight everyone. Beginning dive... now!
( The Liberator drops out of orbit into the atmosphere
of Taurus III. )
( Flight Deck of the Emancipation. The Captain is snoozing
in the command chair, while one of the pilots is sipping a mug of foul-tasting coffee, and the other is reading out the identifying
call-sign again. )
Pilot 2: ( Into comms. ) ...Federation clearance for direct flight, authorisation code seven-oh-four-oh-four-nine-three.
( Switches off comms and sits back. ) I spy with my little eye, something beginning with "S".
Pilot 1: Space?
Pilot 2: Yeah. Your turn.
Pilot 1: I spy with my little eye, something beginning with "N".
Pilot 2: Nebula?
Pilot 1: This game doesn't have much
of a shelf-life in space does it?
Pilot 2: Not much. But what else can we do on watch? ( Yawns. ) Oh God I wish something interesting would happen.
( The entire ship shakes violently. The pilots snap
upright in their seats, the Captain wakes with a start. )
Captain: What the-...!
Pilot 1: ( Checks sensors. ) Sir, we're under attack!
Captain: Attack? Who'd attack us? This is a hospital ship.
Pilot 1: If they board us you can ask 'em!
( The ship rattles again. )
Pilot 2: ( Into comms. ) All personnel to emergency stations! Repeat, all personnel to emergency stations! We
are under att-...
( The ship shakes once more, hurling pilot 2 from his
seat. He cracks his head on the floor and is knocked cold. Emancipation is being attacked by a handful of Space choppers.
Captain: Have you got a fix on them?
Pilot 1: They're right in the baffles.
Pilot 1: Furthest is four spacials.
Captain: FOUR?! How'd they get so close without us picking them up?
Pilot 1: I don't...
( The ship shakes again and the control panel blows
up in pilot 1's face. He is hurled from his seat and crashes to the floor. )
Captain: ( Into comms. ) Red Alert, all piloting personnel are disabled, all crew prepare for...
( With a thunderous clang one of the choppers adheres
itself by a landing claw to the hull of the Emancipation. )
Captain: All personnel prepare to repel boarders...!
( On the upper deck, two medics run about in aimless
panic. The hull wall begins to glow bright red. Someone is cutting through. )
Medic 1: They're coming aboard!
( The two medics are rooted to the spot in fear as sparks
shower from the hull. With a loud clang a segment of wall falls outwards and air rushes through the gap into space, taking
the two medics with it. After all the air has been drained from the compartment, in pour a handful of space-suited hooligans.
They bustle through an air-tight hatch into the next compartment, sealing the hatch shut before too much air escapes. The
pull off the helmets of their space-suits, revealing the faces of Inga, Atlan, and several Space Rats. )
Atlan: Dis is no technology transporter. Dis is exactly as it appeared, it is a medical ship.
Space Rat 1: ( Looking about in disappointment. ) Wassa point? There ain't no vroom 'ere!
Atlan: ( Menacing. ) Inga, you promised us the Federation were using dis cruiser to secretly transport advanced
engineering equipment. If you were lying...
Inga: Of course I wasn't lying, Atlan!
Atlan: ( Suspicious. ) You still haven't told us why you are so interested in dis ship, Inga. I'm having doubts
if we were right to make dis deal with you.
Inga: So? Without my help you won't get that equipment. Are doubts worth losing the prize for?
Atlan: I cannot say. You've been unclear exactly what the prize is. Maybe I should allow dem... ( Gestures to
the Space Rats. ) ...to beat the answer out of you after all.
Space Rat 2: Lets bend 'er.
Space Rat 3: Splat da gook!
( Atlan motions them to cool off. )
Inga: Sensible, Atlan. I've beaten tougher psychos than you before.
Atlan: ( Grits teeth. ) All right. Where next?
( Inga looks around, then heads down a corridor. )
Inga: Follow me.
( Atlan and the Space Rats head off after her. )
( Liberator heads in to land on Taurus III. On the Flight
Deck the crew are clinging to anything they can so hard their knuckles are turning white, except Hailee who is struggling
to keep the ship under control. )
Vila: To coin a phrase, we're stuffed.
Hailee: Stop wetting yourself you mealy-mouthed rodent. Brace yourselves everyone...!
( The Liberator scrapes a huge rut in the ground over
a mile in length before coming to rest. On the Flight Deck, everyone has been hurled to the floor. )
Vila: ( Sitting up. ) Hailee, if you want a pay rise just say so, you don't have to threaten us...
( Everyone stands. )
Avon: Zen, damage report.
Zen: Damage is superficial. Automatics will complete repairs in thirteen point two zero one minutes.
Vila: Now what? Those Federation ships'll just follow us down here.
Hailee: Yeah they'll find us in no time.
Avon: Not with what I have in mind.
( Avon steps up to the communications console and starts
operating the controls. )
Avon: If memory serves, that's the frequency.
Let's hope they havent switched the beacon on again... ( Into comms. ) Gillis, this is Liberator, do you read me?
( In the cave, Pirate 1 is making adjustments on the
power unit, while Pirate 2 is drinking something from a wooden bowl. They look at each other as they receive Avon's signal.
Pirate 2 heads to the communicator and answers. )
Pirate 2: ( Into comms. ) I read you, Avon. Everything all right?
Avon: ( V.O. ) Never mind the pleasantries, Gillis. I need you to do me a couple of favours.
( Emancipation. Inga leads the Space Rats through a
door into a hold in a remote part of the ship. )
Inga: It'll be in here.
Atlan: Out of my way!
( Atlan and the Space Rats push past her into the hold.
Atlan hurriedly finds a lighting control and activates it. The lights illuminate to reveal... a small empty room. Inga stands
at the door, amused. )
Atlan: It's empty. ( Looks at Inga in outrage.
) You WERE lying! I'll...
Inga: You'll do nothing, Atlan.
( Inga steps out and operates the control. The door
slides shut, sealing Atlan and the Space Rats inside the hold. Inga then smashes the control with her fist. )
Inga: Oops. Still, don't worry, Atlan, the air
won't run out for at least ten hours.
( Inga heads off, smiling to herself. Atlan and the
Space Rats pound their fists on the door and yell blue murder after her, but they cannot get out. )
Inga: I've got important work to do.
( Liberator Flight Deck. Avon is still in contact with
the Pirates. )
Pirate 2: ( V.O. ) Out of the question!
Avon: We need a decoy, Gillis. If you don't provide one, those Federation troops will find us and we will be
forced to reveal your location to them.
Pirate 2: ( V.O. ) You wouldn't.
Avon: A couple of hours of their interrogation techniques, I won't have any choice.
Pirate 2: ( V.O. ) You promised...
Avon: Yes, but you haven't kept your side of the bargain yet.
( Cave on Taurus. The Pirates look at each other in
Pirate 2: ( Into communicator. ) Maybe we can help you. In return for some compensation.
( Pursuit One. )
Mutoid 3: All ships report full function on all systems.
Kreel: Excellent. Where is Liberator?
Mutoid 1: Negative on all detectors.
Kreel: Conclusion: They must have dropped into the atmosphere... I order...
Mutoid 1: Commander! We have detected a ship on the far side of the planet leaving at high speed. Mark zero five
four of our present heading.
Kreel: What! Identify. You will ident-...
Mutoid 1: The planet is interfering with our sensors, Commander, unable to identify...
Kreel: Never mind! It must be them, it must! Follow them. All ships will follow them...
( The flotilla picks up speed and heads after the distant
speck of the fleeing ship. )
( Liberator Flight Deck. )
Zen: Sparse data from detectors suggest Federation Pursuit ships have made high-velocity orbit of Taurus III
and are now tracking a courier vessel recently launched from the planet-surface.
( All smiles among the crew. )
Farin: It worked.
Vila: You relying on pirates, Avon? Not like you.
Avon: I didn't see a way for them to double-cross us.
Hailee: Now, do we double-cross them?
Avon: ( Frowns. ) I suppose not.
Vila: What they're asking us to do is illegal.
Avon: And that bothers you all of a sudden? ( Into comms. ) Thank you, Gillis, it appears to have worked.
Pirate 2: ( V.O. ) A victory for freedom.
Avon: Worth losing a courier ship to get rid of the Federation I trust?
Pirate 2: ( V.O. ) My only ship, yes. Now for your side of the bargain.
Vila: Oh that.
Pirate 2: ( V.O. ) It's just a question of providing us with transportation. And assistance with replacing our
ship. Bring us aboard.
( Avon looks bothered. Hailee activates her own communicator.
Hailee: I guess that's a fair deal. Just remember to wipe your feet when you come in.
( Avon close comms. )
Hailee: Now, what about Kyben?
Avon: ( Thoughtfully. ) I dislike owing a debt to others. We will deal with Gillis' request first. Then we
will come back to find Soolin. And Kyben I suppose.
Hailee: Avon, those Feds won't be fooled by that decoy for long. We can't leave Kyben and Soolin stranded down
Avon: Does it concern you?
Farin: They can both rot as far as I'm concerned.
Avon: We are all aware of your opinion, Farin. I wasn't consulting you.
Hailee: I've been thinking about it. Kyben did save Soolin's life...
Avon: It's his noble nature. Doubtless he'll defend Soolin with every one of his awesome gifts of battle.
Hailee: He hasn't got any.
Avon: Precisely. It makes him of secondary value to us. Give him the benefit of the doubt if you have to, but
I don't take things on trust. Indoctrinators have no place on this ship.
Hailee: All right. And Soolin?
Avon: She can take care of herself.
Hailee: With her head in that shape?
Avon: She may die whilst we're gone, but it will take some time to find her and Kyben in any case! Time in
which the Federation may find us and attack us again. Whereas we know where Gillis is and we made her a promise. I always
keep my promises. Besides, she can always refuse to help us find Soolin if we don't help her. Let's stop arguing about it
and get on with whatever Gillis wants us to do.
( Later, Avon and Hailee are in the Pirates' cave. The
pirates are here as well. )
Hailee: That's it? That's all we have to do?
Pirate 1: That's all you have to do.
Avon: ( Summarising. ) We transport duds to Alpha Proxima and help you purchase a replacement ship with the
Pirate 1: Exactly. I doubt the Feds could stop smugglers in the Liberator.
Avon: Probably not. ( Looks at Hailee. ) Well?
Hailee: Sounds reasonable. Too reasonable, I'm almost worried.
Pirate 1: You'll do it then?
Avon: Very well.
( Hailee hands the pirates a bracelet each. )
Hailee: Put these on, we'll teleport aboard.
Pirate 2: You go on ahead, we'll follow after we've tidied up some loose ends here.
Avon: ( Suspiciously. ) Loose ends?
Pirate 2: Just routine. We've been set up here for years, Avon. You can only survive so long without stringent
Hailee: ( Snorts. ) Routine! I knew you two were boring.
( The pirates glower at her. )
Avon: ( Into bracelet, still suspicious. ) Bring us back Vila.
( Avon and Hailee dematerialise. The pirates smile at
each other. )
Pirate 1: And I thought Avon was supposed to be intelligent.
Pirate 2: Oh he is. It's just that intelligence is of little use without imagination.
Pirate 1: Yes, he is a bit one dimensional isn't he?
Pirate 2: Disappointingly so. Still, reputations are there to be tattered.
Pirate 1: As are revolutionaries.
Pirate 2: Quite. Now, this operation should take a couple of days. We'll use the first to familiarise ourselves
with the lay-out of the Liberator. Then we'll make our move.
Pirate 1: Fine. What do we actually do with Avon and his friends once the Liberator is ours?
Pirate 2: ( Amazed smile. ) Why, we kill them, of course.