Vila: ( Swallows. ) No thanks. A career in suicide works at first but I can't see much future in it.
Farin: Quite. Let's go.
( They set off again. )
Vila: There is a problem with this, Farin.
Farin: Only one?
Vila: You're depending on me an awful lot.
( Farin pulls out Vila's bracelet and dangles it in
front of his face. Vila tries to snatch it from him but Farin tucks it away again. )
Farin: Problem? What problem?
( Liberator Flight Deck. It is still quite dark. Soolin
is asleep in the pit. Kyben is holding the hypno-beacon over her face. He switches it off. )
Kyben: ( Softly. ) Zen, lights. Quietly.
( The Flight Deck lights slowly switch on. Kyben leans
close to Soolin and whispers in her ear. )
Kyben: Servalan? Servalan, do you hear me?
( Soolin's eyes open sharply. She sits up and faces
Kyben. Kyben straightens up and backs away slightly. )
Soolin: Oh, Kyben, I knew you wouldn't let me stay trapped in here forever.
Soolin: Not really. I'm just a dream, aren't I? The real Servalan is far from here. I'm just a dream.
Kyben: ( Looks unnerved. ) Maybe Soolin should cut down on the cherry cakes before bedtime then.
Soolin: Or find a better Doctor. (
Kyben doesnt answer. ) Oh, c'mon, Rak, haven't you
got anything to say to me?
Kyben: It really is you, isn't it, Servalan? In any way that matters I mean.
Soolin: Doesn't it worry you that you've let Servalan loose aboard the Liberator?
Kyben: Not really. The body's asleep, you can scarcely move.
Soolin: Are you worried about Soolin then? Having this she-devil trapped in her head?
Kyben: A little.
Soolin: ( Knowing smile. ) You like Soolin don't you, Kyben? ( No answer. ) She likes you. She likes you a lot,
Kyben: ( Uneasy. ) More fool her.
( Soolin gets to her feet unsteadily, but keeps
her confident eyes locked on Kyben. )
Soolin: In fact, she likes you almost as much
as you liked me.
( Soolin takes a step toward Kyben, who stands his ground.
Soolin: She's not as naive as you were, Kyben,
so maybe she's not a fool.
Kyben: I wish I could hate you.
Soolin: But you can't while I have Soolin's face, can you?
Kyben: I can't anyway.
( Soolin takes another step toward Kyben. )
Kyben: There's one thing I never understood, Servalan.
Soolin: About what?
Kyben: ( Quaking with anger. ) Tarrant. Why did you protect him?
( Soolin takes another step toward Kyben. She is now
directly in front of him, and runs her finger along his chest. )
Soolin: You know, Kyben. You know why I had to protect him.
Kyben: No I don't. I don't understand at all.
Soolin: There was a War going on, Kyben. The Aliens were already in Earth Sector. You don't really think I could
afford to execute one of FedSec's best men did you? Just because of one mistake...
( Kyben grabs Soolin's hand and pushes it away. )
Kyben: One mistake?! He nearly killed me...
Soolin: And believe me, that would have caused me some distress.
Kyben: ( Shakes his head, cannot be bothered to be apoplectic. ) You betrayed me, Servalan. I nearly died that
day, and you didn't even care!
Soolin: Of course I didn't care - you survived, so what was there to care about?
( Kyben looks totally bewildered by Servalan's twisted
Servalan: I know how you felt about me. It was
most... enthralling sometimes. But your feelings were an inconvenience at that point. I had to be objective. I had to consider
the good of the Federation first, my personal wishes second...
( Soolin puts her arms around him. )
Servalan: But that was then. This is now. Now,
things are different. We're alone, we have no responsibilities now... we can do whatever we choose to do again... together
( They kiss. Suddenly, Kyben grasps Soolin by the shoulders
and holds her away from him. )
Kyben: ( Into Soolin's ear. ) Soolin, it's time to wake up now...
Soolin: No, no. We don't need her, Rak, just you and me...
( Soolin shapes to kiss Kyben again. He shakes her.
Kyben: Soolin, wake up!
( Soolin blinks several times. Kyben releases her. Soolin
awakens fully, then looks at Kyben and realises she has her arms round him. She doesn't let go however. )
Soolin: What happened?
Kyben: ( Unsure. ) Call it a humility lesson.
( Soolin lets go. )
( Mining base. The docking area is now lit. Servalan
still stands guard of Pursuit 5, looking more confident now that she can see clearly. Suddenly several pirates step into the
docking bay and aim their guns at her. Servalan eyes the air vents nervously. A faint discoloration seems to be pouring from
them. Servalan takes the filter from her mouth and palms it. )
Pirate 3: Hello my pretty.
Servalan: ( Bluffing. ) Stay very still. You are all under arrest, under charges of theft and abuse of Federation
Pirate 3: Oh dear, you mean you're going to gang up on us? All one of you?
( The first tendrils of discoloured air begin to close
around the pirates. )
Servalan: No need. You will do exactly as I command. None of you will have any choice. Believe me.
( Servalan pops the filter back in her mouth and clenches
it between her teeth. )
Pirate 4: What's that?
( Servalan shrugs. The pirates suddenly start coughing,
softly at first, but rapidly more and more violently. They drop to their knees, gasping and retching. Servalan just smiles,
still breathing safely through the filter in her mouth. She strides past the helpless pirates into the base proper. The coughing
slowly stops, to be replaced by contented looks on the pirates' faces. )
( Avon and Blake are still in cover in the sub-corridor.
There is the sound of footsteps on the stairs. Avon draws his gun. Hailee and Jaimee walk down the stairs. )
Hailee: Where are those malingering chickens?
( Avon steps out of cover and holds his gun to Jaimee's
head. Jaimee freezes. Hailee looks angry. )
Avon: Would you like me to malinger a bit more stridently, Hailee?
Hailee: Put the gun away, Avon, he's my cousin.
Avon: I gathered that. Blake, search him, just to make sure.
( Blake pats Jaimee up and down. )
Nij Blake: He's clean.
Hailee: I told you, we can trust him.
Avon: ( Puts gun away. ) Nobody told me we can trust you.
Hailee: ( Looks hurt. ) You really need me to prove it? After all this time?
Avon: No, it's not necessary to prove it... so long as I have a gun. ( To Jaimee. ) You're Gavisson?
Avon: Obviously. Would you like to tell us how you can get us into the Information Bureau?
Jaimee: Certainly. I work at the Federation Engineering Division. All written schematic records are shipped into
the bureau for approval and editing before any of them can be announced or released into the public domain. I work as the
Avon: Really? Is this one of those times?
Jaimee: No, but I can alter the timetable. If you give me time I can get you in there.
Avon: What's the price?
Jaimee: I'm not a bounty hunter, Avon. I don't do this for the cash.
Avon: Are you boasting or complaining?
Jaimee: Boasting. I'm doing this for Veron. Ever since Tarrant tortured her to death...
Avon: I'll pretend I'm impressed, o hero. How much time do you need?
Jaimee: At least fourteen hours.
Nij Blake: Fourteen? We can't hang around on Earth that long.
Jaimee: You'll just have to.
( Farin and Vila are near the apex of the city. They
have to get past a security boundary to penetrate the offices of the Administration. There are Security personnel and troopers
everywhere. Farin and Vila are hidden from view about a hundred yards down a facing corridor. )
Vila: There's no way we can shoot our way through them.
Farin: You have a better idea?
Vila: Yes. Let's go back to the ship.
Farin: Certainly. After we've broken into the Bureau.
Vila: Why should I?
Farin: You don't want to break up the team do you?
Vila: Team? This whole farrago's your idea, Farin.
Farin: Exhilarating isn't it?
Vila: I've already helped you enough, let me go.
Farin: Shut up and co-operate.
Vila: Co-operate with what? A shoot-out against the entire Administration Security force?
Farin: If you do have a better idea I'll be happy to hear it.
Vila: Let me think about it.
Farin: Think fast.
( Liberator Flight Deck. Soolin and Kyben are sat in
the central pit. )
Soolin: So it didn't work? ( Points at her own head. ) She's still in here?
Kyben: I'm afraid so. I'm sorry. I... got a bit side-tracked.
Soolin: Side-tracked? What exactly happened?
Kyben: I, uh, spoke to her.
Soolin: Like old friends do?
Kyben: Something like that.
Soolin: What did you talk about?
Kyben: I talked about the past. She talked about you.
Soolin: ( Unnerved. ) Oh? What did she say?
Kyben: It doesn't matter.
Soolin: It matters to me.
Kyben: I'm sure it does, but I don't know if I should tell you.
Soolin: Why not?
Kyben: It might complicate things. She told me something you'd probably want to tell me yourself. But not right
now. ( Soolin looks puzzled. ) Do you want me to try to speak to her again?
Soolin: ( Suddenly tired. ) No. Not right now.
( The comms sound. Soolin receives. )
( City Dome, sub-corridor. Avon, Blake and Hailee are
here. The following conversation cuts between here and the Liberator Flight Deck. )
Avon: ( Into bracelet. ) Avon. We're still at the same co-ordinates. We've made arrangements to get into the
Information Bureau but it'll take some hours. We'll need you and Kyben on standby to take over from us if necessary.
Soolin: Understood. Any sign of Vila or Farin?
Avon: Not yet. If we're lucky the Bureau will have reports of any recent sightings.
Soolin: It's a long time to wait.
Avon: Just be grateful you're not the ones waiting down here. We'll contact you again in fifteen minutes. Out.
Soolin: ( V.O.) Liberator out.
Avon: ( To Blake and Hailee. ) We've been on the go for too long as it is. You two get some rest while I keep
Nij Blake: I don't need sleep, I'm fine.
Avon: I doubt you'll feel like that in fourteen hours.
Nij Blake: But...
Avon: Just do as your told.
Nij Blake: First you kill my father, then you act like you ARE my father.
Avon: Just do it.
( Hailee and Blake lie down under the stairwell and
try to sleep. )
Avon: Hailee, I'll wake you in two hours to take
over from me.
( Mining base Engineering chamber. Servalan walks in
with the filter still clenched between her teeth. In her hand is a gauge that is connected by a thin tube to the filter. She
eyes the dead mutoid with curiosity, and the dazed pirates with amusement. She then steps over to the recycle unit and closes
the oxygen feed. The recycler slowly begins to filter the gas out of the atmosphere. Servalan checks to make sure the mutoid
is dead. Once she's sure she shrugs and checks the gauge. She pops the filter out of her mouth, smiles and turns to look at
the pirates. )
Servalan: Ladies, gentlemen... and others. Let me express my gratitude for the warm reception. Suitable enough
for your new owner it was not, however, so let me make clear one over-riding fact about the future of your lives - they belong
Norcris: ( Dazed. ) As you say, ma'am.
Servalan: Of course. I am Servalan. One-time President and Supreme Commander of the Terran Federation. And with
your services, I will one day be Empress again.
( The pirates all kneel at Servalan's feet. )
Norcris: We are at your command, my Empress.
Servalan: Of course you are. You've each inhaled enough Pylene-100 to enslave you to me for ten lifetimes.
( Residence One, Earth. The President is about to board
a transport. A number of staff, including Secretary Demwuhl, are here to see him off. )
President: The ransom we paid for Brekim's release was substantial, Secretary. I hope he's worth it. I've seen precious
little evidence of that so far.
Demwuhl: He's more use to us here than in Vandor's hands, Mr President, especially if the planned invasion is
to be successful.
President: Indeed? What information can he possibly possess that the Confederacy would be able to use?
Demwuhl: I don't wish to mention such things out in the open, sir.
President: Ever the diplomat, eh? I dont expect to be detained at Space Command for long, Secretary. I trust I am
leaving Earth in capable hands in the meantime?
Demwuhl: I won't let my beloved President down, sir.
( The President nods gravely and boards the transport,
followed by an aide and two security guards. The hatch closes and the transport takes off. Demwuhl turns and signals to everyone
remaining to return to their duties. On board the transport, the President opens communications, and Space Major Brecht appears
on the screen. )
Brecht: Mr President. Major Brecht reporting as ordered.
President: Very prompt, Major. I take it Commander Kreel has failed once more to track down the Liberator?
Brecht: Computer projections confirm that their last known trajectory took them in the direction of Earth Sector.
Narrowing it down any further has been most difficult, however, as we have had no firm sightings around which to triangulate
their likely position.
President: Does that mean "yes"?
Brecht: It does, sir.
President: I'm beginning to doubt my own convictions when it comes to the Liberator. Avon keeps slipping through
our fingers... perhaps I was wrong to choose Kreel.
Brecht: Mr President, I doubt we have a better alternative available in all of Space Command...
President: Probably not, Major. I certainly don't see you doing a better job. Perhaps I should put the matter into
the hands of Federation Security.
( Brecht's face colours slightly. )
Brecht: Sir, considering the shambles Kommissar Tarrant has made of recapturing Servalan, I hardly think FedSec
have set a worthy example.
President: True. Still I have a decision to make. I'll tell you what I've decided when I arrive. Have Headquarters
ready to receive me.
Brecht: Yes sir.
( The President closes comms. )
President: He's up to something.
Aide 1: Sir?
President: Brecht. He's up to something.
Aide 1: Major Brecht?
President: He keeps questioning my orders. It's as though he's trying to push me into giving orders for other purposes.
His own purposes.
Aide 1: I don't believe that, Mr President.
President: Oh? And why not? Think my judgement's not up to the mark?
Aide 1: Now sir, I didn't say that.
President: Well what are you saying?
Aide 1: Merely that I'm sure Major Brechts intentions are genuine. He wishes only to recommend whatever action
he thinks would be best.
President: I see. And you think his recommendations are better than mine. is that it?
Aide 1: No sir. That's not what I think. I just believe his intentions are entirely honest...
President: Well I don't think that. There are traitors all around us, and Brecht could well be one of
Aide 1: Sir, with all due respect, Mablar's betrayal was the exception, not the rule. You mustn't start assuming
everyone else you trust is going to betray you - they won't.
President: ( Looks at her suspiciously. ) Oh? And why should I believe that? Because you say so? How can I be sure
I can trust you?
Aide 1: ( Looks hurt. ) Sir! How can you even suspect such a thing of me? I have worked for you and with
you loyally for several years...
President: So had Mablar.
( City Dome, outside the Administration's Security boundary.
A number of guards continue to patrol the local corridors. Two troopers set off down a long corridor leading to a stairway.
Trooper 1: ...it's all about?
Trooper 2: Something to do with the Medical Division's all I heard. Could be anything from a prank call to a bomb
Trooper 1: Still reckon it's more interesting than this.
Trooper 2: Well, yeah. But I mean this is more important, innit?
Trooper 1: D'you reckon?
Trooper 2: Well absolutely. That's just a few Doctors and people catching a cold. Up here were guarding the highest
offices of the Administration. This place is the business. This place is important.
( Trooper 1 stares at him. He is clearly cringing underneath
his mask. )
Trooper 1: You're a real toady, y'know that?
Trooper 2: Toady?
Trooper 1: Yeah. To hell with important, I want something different to do. I must've marched up and down this corridor
a hundred thousand times in the last two months, and it's always the same. I don't know why we have to do it, nothing ever
happens. It's boring, like talking to a Delta.
( The troopers reach the stairs, and turn to head back
down the corridor. Farin and Vila suddenly leap up from the stairs and step into march directly behind them, stride for stride.
Trooper 2: Oh I don't know, I can see why you're slacking off so much.
Trooper 1: Slacking off? Me?
Trooper 2: I'll say. You're not concentrating, man. You're always letting the boredom get to you.
Trooper 1: I do not!
Trooper 2: You do so. It's always a yawn, a "Oh God I'm bored", and then you're almost sleepwalking for five hours.
Now me on the other hand. I'm dedication personified.
( Vila cant resist pulling a face at Trooper 2. )
Trooper 2: Always alert, my eyes never rest,
my attention to duty never wavers. I'm always ready. Ready for anything, ready for action, that's me. It doesn't matter how
uneventful a day might be, how slowly a day might be passing...
( Trooper 1 glances over his shoulder briefly. Farin
and Vila duck and continue to follow squatting. Trooper 1 returns his attention ahead. Farin and Vila straighten up again.
Trooper 2: ...I'm always on the case. 'Cos
you see, the special thing about me is my rigorous attention to detail. The enemy could be anywhere, man, anywhere! And that's
a fact I'm always aware of. Keeps me from ever letting my guard down...
( They are passing another side-corridor. )
Trooper 2: ...'cos I know that if I do for
even a second, it could be BANG!
( Farin and Vila duck into the side-corridor and neatly
kosh the two troopers over the heads. They quietly drag the two unconscious troopers into cover. At the end of the main corridor
the duty watchman behind the security desk looks around with furrowed brows, trying to work out where the two patrolmen have
gone. After a moment the two troopers - really Farin and Vila of course - step out of the side-corridor and back into view,
heading the Watchman's way. )
Watchman: I keep telling you two to stop messing up the beat. Stick to your assigned patrols. Is it really so difficult
to remember? Y'know, walk up the corridor and walk back again?
( A couple of guards head off down another corridor.
Farin, Vila and the watchman are now the only ones here. )