( Liberator teleport room. Avon is working
on manufacturing new teleport bracelets. Nij Blake and Kyben walk in. They each give Avon a very ugly look before heading
on to the flight deck. Avon tries to ignore them and carries on working. After he finishes the present bracelet he opens the
Avon: ( Into comms. ) Zen, I have succeeded in manufacturing seven of the new bracelets. How much Chormium
Zen: ( V.O. ) Forty percent of the Chormium synthetic generated in Liberator's main drive has now been used.
Syndeton supplies are plentiful. However, at the present rate of usage, the remaining Chormium synthetic is sufficient only
to produce enough of the aquitar compound for a further eight teleport bracelets.
Avon: Thank you, Zen. ( Switches comms. ) Vila, Soolin, come to the teleport room.
Soolin: ( V.O. ) On my way.
Vila: ( V.O. ) Do I have to? I'm... busy.
Avon: Busy? Oh yes, found a way to open this one yet?
Vila: ( V.O. ) I don't know what you mean.
Avon: Vila, those wine bottles are staying where they are. Even you can't get past that force field I put up.
Vila: ( V.O. ) I'll find a way. If there's one thing I'm good at it's opening things. Oh, and drinking to excess.
Avon: Excess is a fine thing... if taken in moderation.
Vila: ( V.O. ) Exactly. All I want is to get moderately roaring drunk.
Avon: You'd better not try. ( Closes comms. ) Not with the booby trap I left inside the force field.
( After a moment Soolin arrives. Avon chucks her one
of the new bracelets. )
Soolin: Very pretty.
Avon: They're almost ready to test. I have made the design more robust. Each of us can now have their own
( Enter Vila. )
Avon: It is. Each of the bracelets is now rigged so that only its owner can use it. This way, the next time
Servalan tries to teleport aboard with them she'll end up in empty space. The communicator power has been boosted as well
so Liberator can receive when not on station, and this button... ( Indicates a red button just below the main comm button.
) ...is set to send an audio pulse to the Liberator. Once anyone on teleport duty hears it they should bring the wearer up
immediately. Use it as an emergency recall in case you can't talk for any reason.
Vila: ( Looks bored. ) You really enjoy talking about this sort of thing don't you?
Avon: With you in the room the only other available subjects are booze and breaking and entering.
Vila: What's wrong with that?
Avon: As a survival technique, downing a gallon of Rigellian plonk when surrounded by a dozen heavily-armed
Federation troopers is a bit lacking.
Vila: I still wouldn't turn down a glass.
Avon: Why do I bother? Everything goes over your head. I could talk about shoes and it'd be over your head.
Vila: Teleport shoes? Now there's an idea.
( Soolin exchanges a pained look with Avon. )
Soolin: You've already got at that wine, haven't you?
Vila: Don't tantalise me.
Avon: Of course not, I intend to teleport you.
Avon: We have to test the bracelets. That means YOU have to test them.
Vila: Why me?
Soolin: You're the only one we can afford to lose.
( Avon opens comms again. )
Avon: ( Into comms, formally. ) Kyben?
Kyben: ( V.O. Coldly. ) What is it, Avon?
Avon: ( Into comms. ) Have we received word from Hailee?
Kyben: ( V.O. ) She touched down on that moon about fifteen minutes ago.
Avon: ( Into comms. ) Good. Stand by.
Kyben: ( V.O. ) I am standing by.
( The comms close. )
Soolin: ( Awkwardly. ) You're not exactly flavour of the month on this ship, are you?
Avon: Not really.
Vila: I warned you, Avon. I said you should've told them to begin with.
Avon: Oh yes, that would've made all the difference.
Vila: It probably would. They might've let it go if you'd told them about Blake. You lied and now they feel
like they can't trust you.
Avon: I didn't lie, I just under reported the facts. Honesty is only the best policy when you've got good news.
( Vila just shrugs. )
Avon: Here's the plan. Once we're in range of
the moon, I'll send you down to the surface. Hailee and Farin will meet you there. We will then move the Liberator out of
orbit while you send transmissions to us every thirty seconds. In this way we can test the new transmission range of the bracelet.
Then Hailee will bring you home in the Daedalus.
Vila: I see.
Soolin: What's Farin doing down there anyway?
What's his grand purpose?
Avon: I've been wondering that for weeks.
Soolin: You know what I mean.
Avon: He insisted on going as well. Ostensibly
it's as back-up for Hailee in case something goes wrong. However I suspect it has more to do with me.
Vila: Sounds fair.
Avon: Fair? He's angry because I killed Blake, but killing him seemed the only option at the time.
Vila: ( Angered. ) Was trying to throw me out of that shuttle the only option too?
( Avon goes silent. The apparition of Blake appears
before his eyes. )
Roj Blake: Why do you always destroy what little hope we have...?
( The apparition fades. )
Avon: ( Closing his eyes. ) That's enough, Vila.
( The second moon of Oros. It is almost entirely covered
by snow. The rebuilt Daedalus is here. It is significantly modified from the way it used to be. It no longer has its turret,
and the frame of the ship is bulkier than it was. Hailee is sat at the controls on the flight deck, drinking something warm
from a flask. Farin sits further back, seething quietly. )
Hailee: You're a great conversationalist, you know that?
Farin: Shut up.
Hailee: You've only said about ten words since we left the Liberator, and eight of them were you saying shut
up over and over. Can't you find something to say for yourself?
Farin: Shut up.
Hailee: I mean I know it's upsetting, finding out all that stuff with Blake and Avon. I mean sure an' I wish
Avon told us straight off.
Farin: Shut up.
Hailee: But I've thought about it, and I realised in the end we can't blame him for keeping it a secret. I mean
I bet you'd have done the same thing in Avon's shoes.
Farin: Shut UP.
Hailee: Hell, I bet you'd've shot Blake as well if...
( Farin leaps to his feet and shouts in Hailees face.
Farin: Shut up! Shut up! Shut up! Shut up! Shut UUUP!!
Hailee: ( Hurriedly. ) Okay okay!
( Farin sits down again and starts seething once more.
Hailee: Y'know it occurs to me... ( Farin scowls
as he realises that the discussion is not yet over. ) ...that I would've done everything exactly the same way if I were in
Farin: ( Sneers. ) No you wouldn't! And neither would I. You like to think you're some hard-as-nails bitch-queen,
Hailee, but you don't fool me. You couldn't gun down your friends that easily. You wouldn't let a half-baked suspicion decide
things for you. You wouldn't have shot Blake, or anyone else like that. Not without making sure first.
Hailee: What, you're telling me you'd have made sure first? You're suggesting you check anything before you do
it? You're the one not fooling me.
( Hailee looks closely at Farin. )
Hailee: You've always been a mouth-on-legs, Farin,
but something's changed. And it started before all this did. It started before Taurus. What's really bothering you, Farin?
Farin: ( Stares at the floor. ) You're imagining things.
( Farin's eyes crease with silent remorse. )
( Cynra. The screen is in Black and White. Tekk Farin
and his brother Wil are sat in a bar, playing a game of Indian wrestling. There are two glasses, a bottle of whisky - be assured
it is something a lot stronger than scotch - and a hundred credits on the table between them. Tekk downs a glass of whisky
in a gulp, pulls a grimace and slumps his shoulders. He then blows out his cheeks and meets his brother's eyes. )
Farin: 4-3. Mine.
( Farin slowly picks up the bottle and fills his brother's
glass. Wil blows out his own cheeks, steadies his breathing, then raises the glass to his lips and tips the contents down
his throat. He drops the glass unsteadily, wheezes, and slumps forward. He then raises his head once more. )
Wil: ( Slurred. ) 4-4.
Farin: ( Superiority. ) Look at you, Wil. You're steamed. Four shots and you're finished.
Wil: I'm not. I've gotch you thish time.
Farin: Face it, little brother, you can't beat me at this game. You're too soft.
( Wil picks up the bottle and attempts to pour some
whisky into Tekk's glass. He misses by three inches. He quickly rights himself and succeeds in filling the glass. )
Wil: Awright, Tekkkh. Show me how it's
( Farin picks up the glass, makes an effort to hide
how nervous he is, then gulps the whole lot down in one go. His nostrils look like they are about to spit fire. He sucks his
lips in. )
Farin: ( Through tight lips. ) Gowwy, wat ftuff iff goodf.
( Farin breathes in very thoroughly and very noisily.
He then falls off his chair. Wil leaps to his feet to celebrate. )
Wil: I won! I did it, I beat yo-OOOUUUU!
( Wil loses his balance and collapses as well. Farin
gets up and resumes his seat unsteadily. )
Farin: ( Sozzled. ) Wai' wai' wait! I's only 4-4. You gotta take another. Else it's a draw.
( Wil climbs back into his chair. )
Wil: Tha's not fair.
Farin: Yeah it is. You've 'ad four, I've 'ad five. You gotta drink another and stay upright, or i's a draw.
( Farin reaches out for the bottle and knocks it off
the table. It smashes to bits on the floor. They both stare at the mess for a moment. )
Farin: Oops. Sorry. Tha's my fault. Guess you
did win then.
( Wil reaches out and grabs the money, hastily cramming
it all in his pocket. He hands a note to Farin. )
Wil: You lost, so you pay the barman.
Farin: ( Taking the note. ) But it's your money now isn't it?
Wil: Yeah but you're broke now.
Farin: Oh yeah. ( A pause. )
Wil: Well go on. Go 'n' pay.
Farin: Why don't you do it?
Wil: 'Cos I don't thinks I can stand up.
( Farin sighs, gets to his feet and wobbles up to the
bar. He slaps the note onto the bar and gestures to Stenner the barman to take it. Stenner is busy talking to a drunk and
someone dressed in a cloak. The man's face is hidden behind a hood. )
Drunk: ( Eyeing the man in the cloak nervously. ) Right er, I'll just be getting along. ( Shuffles to the exit
Stenner: ( Calls after him. ) Er, right but don't forget what I said! ( Calls into the back room. ) Bethan! Oi,
( The barmaid steps out from the back room. )
Stenner: Take over at the bar for a minute, will
you? I got some business in the back room. ( Heads for the door to the back room. Gestures for the man in the cloak to follow
him. ) Right come through er..."friend."
( Stenner and the cloaked man exit. At another table,
two drunks, Kane and Royce, watch them closely. Bethan heads over to Farin and takes the credit note. )
Farin: Tha's for the whisky.
Bethan: I'll get you your change...
Farin: ( Puckers his lips hopefully. ) You can keep the change... if you give us a kiss.
Bethan: ( Firmly. ) I'll get you your change.
Farin: Oooh. Just a quick smack.
( Bethan slaps Farin across the face. He sobers up quickly.
Farin: ( Rubs his cheek. ) Wow. Yeah.
Bethan: Good. I will keep the change. ( Banks the money. ) Can I get you anything?
Farin: ( Jerks his thumb at his brother, who has almost passed out on the table. ) Rather a lot of coffee.
( Kane and Royce get to their feet, still watching the
door to the back room. They slink off toward the exit. As they pass Farin's table, Wil snakes out a hand toward Kanes back
pocket and tries to filch his money. However, Wil is too drunk to do this with his usual subtlety. Kane spins and grabs his
Kane: Whatcha playin' at, kid?
Wil: ( Standing quickly. ) Gerroff! Lemme go!
( Wil tries to get Kane to release his grip but to no
avail. Kane pulls out a switchblade and holds it to Wils throat. )
Kane: Sure, I'll let go. Once there's nuthin' left to keep a hold of...
( Farin quickly runs over to intervene. )
Farin: Hey, what's going on?
( Royce stands between Farin and Kane. )
Kane: I'd keep this little thief o' yours on a leash before you leave it unattended. Else it might get put
( Wil suddenly swings his fist up into Kanes face. It
does little harm, but at least forces him to let go. )
Kane: Why you...!
( Farin gets between the two of them and pushes Kane
away. The scuffle has drawn attention from the rest of the bar. Royce holds Kane back while Farin restrains Wil. )
Kane: Get outta my way! That little stanger tried to...
Royce: ( Whispers. ) Kane, let's keep this quiet. Y'know...?
( Kane stops and glances up at Royce. He looks around
at the crowd that has gathered around them, then calms down reluctantly. )
Kane: Ah c'mon, Royce, let's get out of here. There's a real smell in the air.
( Royce and Kane quickly take their leave. Farin glares
at Wil angrily. )
Farin: How many times, Wil?
Wil: Can't 'elp it, Tekk.
Farin: If any FedSec boys are round here and they catch you stealing again...
Wil: I know. I'm sorry, I'll try and control myself in future.
Farin: That's what you always say.
( Farin and Wil take their leave, watching around all
the time for Kane and Royce. They then disappear down the street. )
( In an alley by Stenner's bar, the cloaked man steps
out of the back door and throws aside the top half of a broken bottle. There is blood staining the jagged edges of the bottle.
Suddenly Kane and Royce step out of the shadows. Kane snakes an arm round the man's neck and holds the switchblade at his
throat. He pulls back the hood of the cloak to reveal a familiar eye-patched face. Royce searches him for weapons. )
Kane: Don't move. Don't even breathe. Or I'll splatter ya brains all over that wall. ( Chuckles. ) I knew you'd
come out this way.
Royce: I think you're right, Kane. It must be 'im.
Kane: We know who you are, mate.
Travis: Really? Who am I?
Royce: You're money. That's what you are...
Kane: Shut up, Royce! We don't want everyone to hear. This is our find. ( Nudges Travis. ) You're Trevor aren't
Travis: ( Almost chokes. ) Trevor?!?
( A little while later, Travis, his head hidden in his
cloak again, exits the alley furtively and disappears into the night. Inside the alley, there lie two bodies. Royce is dead,
Kane is not. But Kane has now only got one eye and one hand... )
( Second moon of Oros, in colour. Snow is slowly gathering
on the Daedalus. Inside, Farin and Hailee sit in a suitably-frosty silence. Hailee watches him closely. Outside, Vila materialises.
He looks about himself in shock as he realises how cold it is - he is not wearing cold weather clothing. Vila gibbers in the
freezing air and runs over to the Daedalus. He pounds on the hatch until Hailee opens it and helps him in. Farin remains seated,
ignoring everything that's happening. )
Vila: Why didn't anyone tell me it was thirty below?
Hailee: Because we knew if we did it'd be even more difficult getting you to co-operate.
( Hailee hands Vila a pair of overalls, which he puts
on hurriedly. She then pours him a warm drink, which he downs. )
Vila: It's not fair. It's just not fair. Why's it always me?
Hailee: We'll accept your resignation. If you want to try and run from the Feds without the Liberator to hide
Vila: ( Sulks. ) Why are you always picking on me?
Hailee: Oh stop complaining you miserable little weed. Check in with Liberator.
( Vila reaches down to his bracelet and opens comms.
Vila: ( Into bracelet. ) Soolin, do you copy?
Soolin: ( V.O. ) I copy, Vila. All in one piece?
Vila: One frozen piece. It's like a giant ice cube down here. I swear it's the last time I'm doing Avon a favour.
Soolin: ( V.O.) Aw, poor Vila. Now, Liberator will leave orbit in sixty seconds. After that you call in every
thirty seconds. Clear?
Vila: Yes yes, I know. We already went through it five times.
Soolin: ( V.O. ) We weren't sure you were awake for any of them. Hailee, have you got the course plotted for
the return flight?