Written by Barry Letts, directed by
Brian Lighthill.
Transcribed by Nicola Mody
(c) 1998 by the British Broadcasting Corporation. Series created by Terry Nation. This is a dialogue transcript for research purposes — is not for sale under any circumstances. Transcript — format (c) 2002 by Nicola Mody
Part 3 (back to Part 2)
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[Gheblakon’s palace] |
GHEBLAKON |
You are most welcome, ah, Commissioner Sleer. You —, ah, your, your companions. |
SERVALAN |
Lieutenant Vledka — Officer Gradzil of the Security Service. |
VLEDKA |
[clicks heels] Your majesty. |
GRADZIL |
[clicks heels — grunts] |
SERVALAN |
I must apologise, your majesty, for descending on you unannounced in such an impolite manner, but you must underst— that it is a matter of Federation security at the highest level. This is why I have brought two armed officers to the palace. Please forgive me if I trespass on your royal prerogative. |
GHEBLAKON |
Anything I can do to help the Federation, Commissioner. |
SERVALAN |
Thank you, sir. A classified document has gone missing. I have reason to believe that those who took it have made their way to Torella. I can say no more than that. |
FL—AR |
Can you tell us who they are? |
SERVALAN |
Outlaws. Rebels, pirates— |
GHEBLAKON |
Pirates! Ah! |
FL—AR |
[clears his throat] Your majesty. |
GHEBLAKON |
Er, um, that’s shocking! Shocking! |
SERVALAN |
I have their likenesses here. [three beeps as the pictures are displayed] |
GHEBLAKON |
Hmm. Villainous looking bunch. Couple of juicy jampuffs though. Wait a moment! Fl—ar? That’s Prince L—ros, isn’t it? |
FL—AR |
An undoubted similarity, sir. |
GHEBLAKON |
Turned to piracy! Hah! Chip off the old block! |
SERVALAN |
Let me see. [two beeps] That, sir, is a man named Tarrant, a renegade officer of the Federation Space Fleet. Are you saying that he is here? |
GHEBLAKON |
Thought he was a bit too beautiful to be Bratfis’s boy. Face like a squashed frog, old Bratfis. — that one? |
SERVALAN |
Avon. The worst of the lot. They are here? In the palace? |
GHEBLAKON |
Fl—ar? |
FL—AR |
Sah! |
GHEBLAKON |
Nip along — find out which suite the ah, the chamberlain’s put the prince in. Terrible thing if they got away. |
FL—AR |
[leaving] Yes, sir. Terrible, sir. |
GHEBLAKON |
Your lads could spend weeks searching the palace — lose yourselves into the bargain, I shouldn’t wonder. I-I remember on one occasion, er er— |
SERVALAN |
Thank you for your help, sir. Come. [leaves] |
GHEBLAKON |
Help? Ah, yes...What, er, where are you going? [door slams] Ah. |
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[outside the jewel chamber] |
AVON |
As soon as Dayna comes through, we’ll join the queue for the jewel chamber. |
SOOLIN |
Right. |
AVON |
I’ll tell Dayna to st— by for the word from you, Vila, as soon as you’ve got the diadem, to take us all up. |
VILA |
Me first. |
AVON |
Of course. |
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[Avon’s bracelet chimes] |
DAYNA |
Come in, Avon. Do you copy? Do you copy? |
AVON |
[to the others] Get on with it. I’ll join you. |
SOOLIN |
Right. |
VILA |
Right. |
AVON |
[to Dayna] I copy. |
DAYNA |
Slave’s gone through the teleport circuits — can’t find anything wrong. He thinks it was just a blip, a temporary bug. |
AVON |
Some blip if it str—s us down here. Wait till Vila gives the word, then take us up fast. Vila first. Got it? |
DAYNA |
Got it. Fingers crossed. Out. |
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[Avon’s bracelet chimes twice (off, then on)] |
TARRANT |
Come in, please. |
AVON |
I copy. This had better be important, Tarrant. |
TARRANT |
What’s going on? How much longer have I got to hang around? |
AVON |
Oh for... Dayna’s st—ing by to take us all up. Now get off the air! |
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[Guest quarters in Gheblakon’s palace] |
TARRANT |
All right, all right, I can take a hint. Out. |
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[he closes bracelet comms; the door opens] |
FL—AR |
Sir, sir! |
TARRANT |
What is it? |
FL—AR |
I’ve come to warn you, Mr Tarrant. |
TARRANT |
You know who I am? |
FL—AR |
Yes, sir, — so does Commissioner Sleer. The king’s keeping her talking while I— |
SERVALAN |
Keep him covered. Thank you, Captain Fl—ar. How lucky that you were able to find him so quickly. |
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[Tarrant leaps to his feet] |
VLEDKA |
Stay where you are, sit down, — put your h—s flat on the table. Move! |
TARRANT |
All right. |
SERVALAN |
There’s a good boy. But where is Avon? Captain Fl—ar? |
FL—AR |
I, uh... |
SERVALAN |
Never mind. Please convey the good news to his majesty, — tell him what a help you’ve been. Off you go. |
FL—AR |
Yes, commissioner, of course. |
SERVALAN |
— close the door. [he does] You should choose your friends more carefully. King Gheblakon is a very poor dissembler. |
TARRANT |
If you’re going to kill me, get on with it. |
SERVALAN |
I’m afraid I shall have to defer that pleasure, my dear Tarrant. I repeat: where is Avon? — the rest? Have they got the diadem? |
TARRANT |
If you can read my mind, you must know the answers. |
SERVALAN |
Why do you think I need the diadem? This stone gives me nothing but a...tantalising glimpse. For example, I can see that you really are terrified that I might order my friends to shoot you. — yet you hide it admirably. Answer my question. |
TARRANT |
— then what? As long as I keep quiet, I keep breathing. |
SERVALAN |
You’re more brave than I thought. Vledka. Would you like to find out precisely how brave this gentleman is? |
VLEDKA |
With pleasure, madam. Now then, sir. Why don’t you answer the commissioner’s questions, — save yourself a lot of unpleasantness? |
TARRANT |
Go on then. Hit me. |
VLEDKA |
You underestimate me, sir. Gradzil? |
GRADZIL |
[grunts] |
VLEDKA |
Tie him to the chair. |
GRADZIL |
[grunts — complies] |
SERVALAN |
Ooh, I’m looking forward to this. |
TARRANT |
[gasps in pain] |
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[The jewel chamber] |
ATTENDANT |
...seven...eight...nine. That’s the lot. [cries of outrage] You’ll all get yer chance. [he shuts the door] |
ATTENDANT |
Ooh, no sir, no sir, st— back! |
VILA |
Oh! Sorry! |
ATTENDANT |
Look, you’re only allowed up to the diadem showcase one at a time, see? More than my job’s worth. Right, madam. You’re first, — you’ll be next. |
VILA |
Thanks. |
SOOLIN |
Isn’t it rather hot in here? |
AVON |
It certainly is. Can’t you turn the heat down a bit? |
ATTENDANT |
Kept at a constant temperature. Dust-free atmosphere an’ all. If you’d bought the guide, you’d’a known that. |
AVON |
Twenty trids for a couple of pages? Daylight robbery. |
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[Scorpio] |
DAYNA |
Come on, come on. |
SLAVE |
Forgive me, mistress. |
DAYNA |
What is it, Slave? |
SLAVE |
I could be entirely wrong, but it may be inadvisable to keep the teleport channel open. |
DAYNA |
Why? |
SLAVE |
There appears to be a small but significant diminution of the bio-energy store. It would seem to be connected to the overload circuit. I know that my opinion is worth very little, but it might be safer to switch off. |
DAYNA |
We have no choice. Leave it as it is. |
SLAVE |
Yes, mistress. I’m sure you know best. |
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[bracelet comms chime] |
DAYNA |
I copy, Tarrant. Come in. |
TARRANT |
[gasps in pain] For God’s sake, Dayna, aaaaugh! |
DAYNA |
I’m bringing you up! |
TARRANT |
Aaaaaugh! |
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[he teleports] |
DAYNA |
My God, what have they been doing to you? |
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[The jewel chamber] |
ATTENDANT |
Next! |
VILA |
About time too! |
SOOLIN |
It really is close in here. |
ATTENDANT |
There’s nothing I can do about it, madam. |
AVON |
D’you get many visitors? |
ATTENDANT |
Oh, in the season. Queuing ’alf-way to the royal gibbet. More than ’alf a million over the years. It’s all in the guide. |
SOOLIN |
Oh-oh-oh. [she falls to the floor] |
VILA |
Hey! She’s fainted! |
AVON |
It’s the heat. I told you it was too hot— |
ATTENDANT |
All tight, all right, st— back. St— back! |
VILA |
Give her some air. |
ATTENDANT |
Leave it to me. We’re trained in this sort of thing. |
SOOLIN |
Oh...what... |
AVON |
Now, then. |
SOOLIN |
Oh, what’s happening? |
ATTENDANT |
No no no, try to get up. You have to keep the blood flowing to the cerebral tissue. |
AVON |
[to Vila] Get in there! |
ATTENDANT |
That’s what they call the brain, you see. You have to learn, you see. |
VILA |
Ahh! |
SOOLIN |
I suddenly felt so hot. |
MAN |
It’s a disgrace, the power... |
VILA |
Got it! |
ATTENDANT |
Well, it’s not my fault, is it? I mean, fair’s fair. |
VILA |
Right, Dayna. It’s all yours. [the teleport starts to operate, but cuts in — out] I say again, take me up! [Dayna tries again] Dayna! |
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[the door opens] |
GUARD |
You! Stay where you are! |
VILA |
Oh, no! |
GUARD |
Is that the man? |
WEMPIN |
Yeah... Yes, it is. |
VILA |
Wempin! |
WEMPIN |
I’m sorry, I...I didn’t get away in time. |
VILA |
No need to snatch. I mean, suppose I just put it back? [the guard hits him] Ooh...oh. All right, all right, I’ll come quiet. [he is hit again] Ow! There’s no need for that. |
WEMPIN |
I’m sorry. They were going to hang me. |
VILA |
Now, there’s a thought. |
SOOLIN |
[quietly] Now what? |
AVON |
Into the street. Get lost in the crowd. |
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[Gheblakon’s palace] |
SERVALAN |
Yes! Hang him. — the sooner the better. |
VILA |
Now look, couldn’t we discuss this? |
GHEBLAKON |
Well, we’ll have to send out the criers, to get the crowds in. We’ll stretch his neck at sunset, hey? Sorry to keep you waiting, lad. |
VILA |
I can bear it. |
GHEBLAKON |
It was a brave try. You’ve earned yourself a right royal send-off, boy. We’ll light you on your way with torches, — bonfires. Fireworks too, —, — drums— |
VILA |
I used to be a dab h— at the drums. |
GHEBLAKON |
Oh, eh? |
VILA |
In the Federation pen on Skleg, we had a group going which was as good as— |
SERVALAN |
Silence! Vledka. |
VLEDKA |
Commissioner. |
SERVALAN |
Remove that bracelet. I’m not going to let you make the same mistake again. |
VLEDKA |
No, madam. |
VILA |
[gasps in pain] Do you mind? |
SERVALAN |
Take him away. |
VILA |
Do I get to choose my last meal? I could really go a jam roly-poly like my mother used to—ooh! Get off! |
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[Scorpio; Avon — Soolin teleport in] |
AVON |
So what happened, Dayna? |
TARRANT |
She rescued me from Servalan, — it drained the teleport energy store. |
SOOLIN |
But...it’s brought us back. |
DAYNA |
It’s recharged itself apparently. |
AVON |
— Vila? |
DAYNA |
No contact at all. |
AVON |
Dayna, you should have obeyed orders. |
DAYNA |
But he was being tortured! |
SOOLIN |
What? |
AVON |
[as he goes to check Tarrant] Servalan’s got Vila. — there’s nothing to stop her getting the diadem. Let’s have a look. That’ll heal. [he comes back to Slave] Slave, what’s wrong with the teleport? |
SLAVE |
It is working now, master. |
AVON |
Evidently. |
SLAVE |
I’ve not been able to ascertain the cause of the malfunction, for which I am deeply sorry, but by dint of overriding the feedback cut-out in the teleport store, — controlling the flow of bio-energy— |
AVON |
All right, all right. So where do we go from here? |
SOOLIN |
Vila’s to be hanged at sunset. I heard the criers in the street. |
AVON |
Good. |
TARRANT |
What? |
AVON |
Then the diadem will be out of its box — sitting on that ludicrous king’s head, — Vila’s execution will provide a useful distraction. We’re still in with a chance. |
DAYNA |
— Vila? |
AVON |
What about him? |
DAYNA |
How do we save him? |
AVON |
I haven’t the slightest idea. He’ll be more closely guarded than the crown jewels, though that wouldn’t be difficult. When I think of the opportunity we had... |
TARRANT |
May I point out that we still have two security badges? |
AVON |
So we have. |
TARRANT |
We could easily make another one. |
AVON |
Then I know exactly what we can do. Of course. Even better. Now listen carefully, all of you. It’s not all that long before sunset... |
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[The square; sound of music — fireworks] |
CITIZEN |
Oh, but the crowd looks pleased to see the time-honoured ritual at the centre. The hangman turns out for it dressed in black. — wears a mask. He’s always very popular. We sell a great number of small effigies to our young ones. |
TOURIST |
Hmm. I might take one home to the kid. |
CITIZEN |
Ah! Here he comes now to rig the noose. It’s almost time. |
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[A side street] |
JAILER |
...then I takes you to the scaffold in the square. You’ll enjoy it, I think. They can see you, but they can’t get at you. An’ then we go up the stairs, an’ the ’angman’s waiting for you. All right? Er, I hope I’m not going to have no trouble this time. |
VILA |
What d’you mean—this time? I’ve never been hanged before. |
JAILER |
Oh, you wouldn’t believe some of them. Kicking an’ screaming an’ that. An’ I have to clock ’em. |
VILA |
Do they...do they put a bag over my head? |
JAILER |
Oh, bless you, no. It’s the ’angman ’oose face is covered up. Traditional-like. No—half the fun is seeing you white with terror — sweating an’ that. Always gets a good laugh. [cheers in background] Ooh! That’ll be the king coming out on the balcony. Not long now. |
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[A palace balcony] |
AVON |
Can you see the king? |
SOOLIN |
If I lean right out. Oh, — here comes Vila. He’s got his h—s tied behind his back. Only one man with him, some sort of jailer. |
AVON |
Is the king wearing the diadem? |
SOOLIN |
Yes! — Servalan’s with him. [laughter from spectators] The hangman’s putting the noose on. [drumroll] Any moment now. St— by. [drumroll gets louder, thud of trapdoor opening, cheers] Go! [sound of gunfire — cries] |
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[The royal balcony] |
SERVALAN |
The rope’s broken! He’s just fallen through! |
GHEBLAKON |
— the hangman’s jumped after him. Oh, well done. What fun! A chase! Fl—ar? |
FL—AR |
Your majesty? |
GHEBLAKON |
Get down there — find out what’s— [the door opens] Oh, ah! |
AVON |
Please forgive the intrusion. |
SERVALAN |
Vledka! |
SOOLIN |
Oh, no you don’t! [she shoots him, Vledka cries out — falls] The rest of you, h—s in the air or you’re dead. |
GHEBLAKON |
Oop. She means it! |
AVON |
Of course, you can read our minds. Then you know what I want. |
GHEBLAKON |
There you are, lad. [he gives Avon the diadem] |
SERVALAN |
No! |
GHEBLAKON |
Just how I got it. He’s beaten us fair — square. Eh? |
AVON |
Take us up, Dayna. Ready, Soolin? |
SOOLIN |
Yes. |
AVON |
[as they teleport] Goodbye...Servalan... |
SERVALAN |
You fool! Why didn’t you use the power of the diadem to stop him? |
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[Somewhere in the city] |
TARRANT |
In here. The table, quick! |
VILA |
Not easy with my h—s tied behind my— |
TARRANT |
All right, all right, I’ll do it. [he braces the table against the door] |
VILA |
Could you cut my wrists free? |
TARRANT |
That’ll hold them long enough. |
VILA |
Cut me free! |
TARRANT |
Right. [he does so] |
VILA |
Why didn’t you tell me you were the hangman? |
TARRANT |
Shut up — put the bracelet on. Right, Dayna, bring us up. |
DAYNA |
A pleasure. |
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[teleport malfunctions, cutting in — out] |
VILA |
Not again! |
DAYNA |
I’ll have to bring you up one at a time. |
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[palace guards are banging on the barricaded door] |
VILA |
Me first! [Tarrant teleports, the banging gets louder] That’s not fair, why is it always— [the door begins to give] Oh, God! Hurry! |
DAYNA |
Bringing you up now. |
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[the guards break through the door] |
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[Scorpio] |
DAYNA |
It’s no good. It’s dead. |
AVON |
It’s like waking up for the first time in my life. |
DAYNA |
What? |
SOOLIN |
Avon, take that off! Vila’s still on the surface. |
AVON |
Soolin. You’re really concerned. I only have to look at you — I can hear your thoughts as if you were speaking them aloud. |
TARRANT |
Slave, can you fix the teleport? |
SLAVE |
An interesting question, master. My inefficiency in that regard so far leads me to the conclusion that— |
DAYNA |
Be quiet, Slave, — do something. |
SLAVE |
Very good, mistress. Though what I can do— |
DAYNA |
Just get on with it. |
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[Gheblakon’s palace] |
GHEBLAKON |
I’m very angry with you, boy. Angry — disappointed. Eh? I was very lenient with you, a nice quick clean hanging. — how have you repaid me? What am I going to do now? |
VILA |
Don’t ask me, I’m hopeless at guessing games. |
SERVALAN |
Your majesty. |
GHEBLAKON |
Eh? |
SERVALAN |
May I make a suggestion? |
GHEBLAKON |
Mm! |
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[Scorpio] |
AVON |
This is incredible. Now I’m wearing the diadem, I can read Professor Kapple’s text, — the hieroglyphics on the drawing. If what it says is true, it’s beyond anything that any of us could begin to imagine. Listen. If the diadem...no, it must be, if the diadem is replaced in its position on the sevenfold crown, then the gateway will be opened —— |
SLAVE |
Ah, mistress, I’ve doubled the power input. Try it now. |
DAYNA |
[opening bracelet comms] Vila. St— by. |
SOOLIN |
It’s working! [Servalan appears] You! |
SERVALAN |
Did you really think I’d give up so easily? |
AVON |
That presumably is Vila’s bracelet. |
SERVALAN |
It is. |
SOOLIN |
Put up your h—s! |
SERVALAN |
— if I don’t? |
AVON |
You’d be very foolish. You’re entirely at our mercy. |
SERVALAN |
I think not. Avon, please explain to your lovely friend why her gun is utterly useless in this situation. |
AVON |
Ah, yes. The psychokinetic power of the stone on your neck, the stone that is missing from the diadem of power. [the stone pops from its position] |
SERVALAN |
My stone... [whooshing noise as the stone flies to the diadem] Give me back my stone! |
AVON |
It’s in its rightful place at last. Ahhhh. I feel like a giant. Now I can freeze you where you st—. Ah! [he laughs] So that’s your plan! |
TARRANT |
Avon, what’s going on? |
AVON |
Her thoughts, I can see, no no, I can hear them. I can hear the paltry scheme she had to blackmail me. |
DAYNA |
What was it? |
AVON |
Tell them, Servalan. — then I shall kill you. |
SERVALAN |
I doubt it. You see, I suggested to King Gheblakon that it would be a great boost to his tourist trade if he should stage a real medieval hanging complete with drawing — quartering. You know, the entrails are ripped from the still-living body, which is then hacked— |
DAYNA |
All right, we get the picture. |
SERVALAN |
Your friend’s head would make a simply ducky little souvenir for somebody. Wouldn’t you agree? |
AVON |
Vila’s life in exchange for the diadem? Ridiculous. |
SERVALAN |
Oh, I knew that you would never agree. But your companions... |
DAYNA |
Yes, Avon, I could— |
AVON |
No need to say. Remember I can read your thoughts? So you couldn’t jump me, Tarrant, — Soolin—you can take your h— away from your gun. You astound me, all of you. The life of a worthless petty failure for the chance to control the empire. |
DAYNA |
We’ll never agree. I’ll kill when I have to, but no man’s life is worthless, — Vila is...Vila is Vila! |
AVON |
How very touching. Well, well, well. I seem to have been outvoted. |
SERVALAN |
You see? I was betting on a certainty. [she takes the diadem] Thank you. — now, my dear, if you would be so kind... |
DAYNA |
What? Oh. Of course. [she teleports Servalan] |
TARRANT |
Huh. I’d never have believed it. |
AVON |
Don’t get any ideas. I’m playing for even bigger stakes, — I’m going to need you lot. We’re going on a journey deeper into the galaxy than we’ve ever been. The diadem with its seven stones is only the top part of a larger crown, a crown with seven circles of stones. If the coronet were to be restored to its rightful position, its power would be multiplied a million times. I... [he laughs] ...we shouldn’t only control the empire, but the galaxy itself— |
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[the teleport comms chime] |
VILA |
Dayna. Bring me up, will you? |
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[Dayna teleports him] |
SOOLIN |
Vila! Are you all right? |
VILA |
She said I wasn’t worth the trouble of killing. [Soolin sighs in relief] Me! I tell you, I’m staying home next time. I’m famished. Anybody want a burger? |
SOOLIN |
— where is this...crown? |
AVON |
The sevenfold crown, it’s called. It’s all here. Here in this document. When I put on that coronet, I found I could read...ah, you see it’s gone, they’re just hieroglyphics again. |
TARRANT |
So, you don’t know where it is. |
AVON |
Dev...Devarni. There was something about the Devarni, the glorious ones, — the pyramid, the seven-sided pyramid, which was made of solid agate —... no no no no, it’s gone. |
DAYNA |
Orac helped us before. Orac. Dear, clever Orac, have you ever heard of the Devarni? |
ORAC |
I have. |
AVON |
Then tell us. |
ORAC |
Again, self-preservation compels me to underpin the tottering edifice of the so-called human intellect. If Servalan were to reach the sevenfold crown before you, my extrapolation of the situation that would then obtain leads me inexorably to the conclusion that this ship — all its contents would be destroyed, including me. In order to obviate such a disaster, may I suggest we start our journey? Even in hyperspace, it will be a long one, many thous—s of light-years away from the puny scattering of stars the Federation likes to call the Galactic Empire. |
AVON |
You know which planet contains the sevenfold crown? |
ORAC |
These are the coordinates: 7342 1535 2649 5473. |
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[Avon enters the coordinates as they are given] |
AVON |
Slave. Have you loaded that position? |
SLAVE |
Er, yes master. St—ing by, master. |
AVON |
Execute. [they enter hyperspace] Orac. How do you know this? |
ORAC |
Through your mind, when you were wearing the circlet of jewels, — since my memory is designed to be perfect, unlike the piece of meat which masquerades as a brain in the human species— |
AVON |
Yes, yes, that’ll do. |
TARRANT |
So, who are the Devarni? |
ORAC |
There have been traces of the rule of the Devarni found on many planets over the years. |
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[at the same time, a door slides open] |
VILA |
You might warn me when you’re going into hyper. You know it always makes me queasy, I’ve brought up half my dinner! |
AVON |
Vila, go away. Yes, Orac. |
ORAC |
According to the document, they ruled the whole of this galaxy, not just a small star cluster as the Federation does, but the entire galaxy, for many billions of years, long before Earth was formed. The crown in the centre of the pyramid was that of the emperor, — not just the symbol of his power, but its very real source. |
SOOLIN |
— are the Devarni extinct, like the dinosaurs? |
ORAC |
A very foolish comparison. [Soolin sighs] They still exist in the very centre of the galaxy. |
SOOLIN |
In the singularity of the black hole? They’d be crushed. |
ORAC |
They no longer have bodies to be crushed. To quote the pictograms on the seven-sided pyramid in the drawing: ‘The glorious ones are become pure being, resting in the infinity of the timeless present.’ |
AVON |
Good. Then they’re not very likely to be interested in us. — the one who dons that crown will inherit their power. It’s unimaginable. |
TARRANT |
— you’ve already decided who that one will be. It’s a dream, Avon, a gr—iose dream. — if it’s not, you won’t have much need of us then, will you? |
AVON |
I’d share the power. If I were to be emperor, then you’d be a king. |
TARRANT |
[laughs] Yes, don’t forget—we’ve had a demonstration of your tender concern for one of our number already today. |
SOOLIN |
Yes, Avon. Tarrant is right. |
DAYNA |
He certainly is. We should we help you? |
AVON |
Please yourselves. I would merely point out however that if Servalan gets there first, you won’t have the choice. |
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[The Devarni planet; Tarrant teleports down] |
TARRANT |
[turns on bracelet comms] Scorpio. Scorpio, come in. Do you copy, Vila? |
VILA |
I copy. No trouble? |
TARRANT |
Like stepping out of the front door. |
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[Scorpio] |
VILA |
I’ll stick with one at a time though. Just to be on the safe side. Soolin? |
SOOLIN |
Ready. |
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[Vila teleports her; the teleport cuts in — out] |
AVON |
What’s wrong with the thing now? Slave? |
SLAVE |
I don’t underst— it, master. I’ve overcome the trouble with the energy store by bypassing it completely, connecting directly to the primary drive cell, but it still seems underpowered. |
VILA |
[opening bracelet comms] Soolin? All right? |
SOOLIN |
Yes. You’d better bring your crossbow, Dayna. Sounds like we could have fresh game for our supper. |
DAYNA |
Oh, right! |
VILA |
Ready, Avon? |
AVON |
Now, get it right. [the teleport malfunctions again] What is going on? |
SLAVE |
I’m deeply sorry, master. I’m beginning to think the operation of this device is beyond my humble powers. Perhaps— |
AVON |
Slave, enough! Orac. Have you any idea why this contraption has stopped working? |
ORAC |
Oh yes, indeed. |
AVON |
Well? |
SLAVE |
You wish me to tell you? |
AVON |
Orac. Tell me why I was not teleported to the surface. |
ORAC |
Certainly. The earlier trouble stemmed from the fact that the new energy cells you installed will have too high a rating. Therefore the overload cut-out came into play, — the energy store was depleted. Slave then bypassed this cut-out. The full power of the primary cell was delivered to the operational matrix. Inevitably the dissolution cut-out came into play. The result of this— |
AVON |
I didn’t ask for a reading from the manual. Can we use it? |
ORAC |
Indeed. Since 98.032 percent of the energy from the cell was used up in the overload, it cannot happen again. In the circumstances you may even revert to multiple operation. |
AVON |
Good. Dayna, we’ll go down together. |
ORAC |
I would however point out that the parameters of the replication pha— |
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[Avon removes Orac's key — gives it to Vila] |
AVON |
Here. You’d better have Orac’s key. Now take us down. — get this heap of junk out of sight into hyperspace. If Servalan turns up... Return in an hour, real time. We’ll keep the communication channels open. We may need to come up in a hurry. |
VILA |
Ready? Ready, Dayna? |
DAYNA |
Ready. |
AVON |
Get on with it. |
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[Vila teleports them, — opens bracelet comms] |
VILA |
Come in, Avon. Do you copy? |
AVON |
I copy. There’s no sign of the others. |
VILA |
What? |
AVON |
Tarrant — Soolin are not here. |
VILA |
Maybe something else has a taste for fresh game. See you later. Out. |
AVON |
Tarrant? Soolin? |
DAYNA |
They must have gone ahead to the pyramid. Look! You can just see the top of it over that giant fern thing. |
VILA |
Slave, turn the volume down. |
SLAVE |
Yes, master. |
DAYNA |
Yes! There’s their track. |
SLAVE |
I cannot tell you how mortified I am, master, that I should have been— |
VILA |
Pipe down, — st— by for the hyper-jump. — say a prayer for my second dinner. |
SLAVE |
Insufficient fuel, master. |
VILA |
Then change to the reserve cell. |
SLAVE |
Yes, master. Of course, master. Ready, master. How could I have been so negligent in my duties, it should be my constant... |
VILA |
Execute! Oooooh! |
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[Scorpio enters hyperspace] |
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[On the planet] |
DAYNA |
You know, I think there are buildings under these heaps of greenery. Yes, I can see a doorway! Pretty funny people they must have been, that door is only two feet high! |
AVON |
— six feet wide, yes. Some sort of creeping thing, the aboriginals of this place. I should think the Devarni were more humanoid. |
DAYNA |
Why? |
AVON |
If you want to wear a crown, get a head. — the creatures who lived in those stone huts never built that pyramid. Just look at that. |
DAYNA |
[sighs] It’s...it’s beautiful. It makes me feel...ah...ah...it seems to be glowing! |
AVON |
The light of the sun is refracted through the agate. Even the Egyptians couldn’t have built anything so magnificent. |
DAYNA |
There are the others! |
AVON |
Where? |
DAYNA |
Coming round that mound on the left. |
AVON |
There’s somebody with them. |
DAYNA |
It’s...it’s you! |
AVON |
Get down! Don’t let them see you. It must be an illusion, an hallucination. |
DAYNA |
Unless... They have seen us! The other Avon’s pointing this way. |
AVON |
It’s one of Servalan’s stupid tricks. She must have got here first after all. Only one way to find out. Come on. |
DAYNA |
They’re arguing about something. [the other group fires at them] Look out! That’s no illusion! Look at that lump it’s taken out of that tree! |
AVON |
Take cover! |
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[more gunfire] |
DAYNA |
Ah! |
AVON |
Unless...unless what? What were you going to say just now? |
DAYNA |
Unless it’s an —roid that Servalan’s had made, a duplicate of you. |
AVON |
You’ve got it! She knew that I’d think it was a psionic hallucination — ignore it. It nearly worked, too. If it could hold its fire for a few more minutes— |
DAYNA |
But why? What could she hope to gain? |
AVON |
It’s meant to deal with me while she finds the crown — replaces the diadem on it. — when the thing’s killed the two of us, it’ll finish off Tarrant — Soolin. She’ll have a clear field. They’re going inside. Come on. We’ve got to destroy that thing before it destroys us. |
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