All language subtitles for Blake s 7 - 3x02 - Powerplay.en

(THEME MUSIC)

(SLOW INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC)

Summary execution
is the usual punishment...

for boarding a Federation ship
without authority.

What are you doing on my ship?

Your ship?

That's right.

You were supposed to have
searched the ship.

These two should have been found.

- Where were you hiding?
- We weren't hiding.

We've only just realised
there was anyone else onboard.

We were in a civilian ship
that got caught up in the battle.

We managed to dock our life capsule
alongside this ship and come aboard.

Just the two of you?

We were exhausted and
settled into a cabin.

We've been sleeping for hours.

Have your men make another search,
and this time, see they do it properly.

Harmon...

you heard the officer.

What's your name?

My name is Chevron.
This is my wife, Dayna.

You have identification?

We lost everything
when our ship was hit.

We were lucky to get out with our lives.

We've all been lucky.

Not many of our people
survived the battle.

Capt. Del Tarrant.

Section Leader Klegg.

(DRAMATIC INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC)

- Is this the way?
- Straight ahead.

When you came aboard,
was there anyone else on the ship?

No.

Does the name Blake
mean anything to you?

Blake. It seems to me I know the name.

He was a political agitator, wasn't he?

How about you?

No, the name means nothing to me.

Jenna Stannis? Kerr Avon? Vila Restal?

Never heard of them.
Are they important to you?

Very.

Why?

Because this was their ship.

- I thought you said it was yours?
- Prize of war.

What do you want now,
a deed of transfer perhaps?

In a way.

You see, we can't navigate this ship.

It's operating on
computer programming...

and we can't get an override
to manual control.

You mean the ship is doing
what it wants?

That's right.

Our guess is that before
Blake and his crew abandoned...

the computer was instructed
only to respond...

to recognised voiceprints.

If Blake,
or any of the others have survived,

they'll use a communicator link.

The computer will identify the voice
and direct the navigation units...

to take the ship within teleport range.

You need one of the original crew
back onboard...

to put the ship under your control.

That's exactly right.

- Have you heard any transmission yet?
- Thousands of them.

The communication channels
are thick with distress calls.

But there is one, one special one
keeps coming in every hour or so.

It's a long way off, a very weak signal.

But every time we hear it,
the computer registers a power surge...

as if it was reacting to the voice.

If your theory is correct,
it could be a member of the crew.

We think so.

The ship's in direct-line flight now.
It could be homing in on the signal.

But just before it settled
on this flight path...

the ship went through
some very precise manoeuvres...

which took it close to a planet.

A navigational check, presumably.

Yes, maybe.

But shortly after that, you two appeared.

Coincidence, pure coincidence.

I do not believe in coincidence,
pure or otherwise.

I don't care what you believe in.
Why should you doubt me?

You'll find Section Leader Klegg
doubts everything.

He even questions my superior rank.

I accept that your rank
places you in authority, sir.

But my reports will show that...

my men and I boarded this ship
before you.

Don't worry,
you'll get all the credit you deserve.

Thank you, sir.

Now in the meantime,
and with your permission...

I suggest we confirm
that neither of these two...

are members of Blake's crew.

You have my permission to try.

You will each speak a line into
the computer's audio-command circuit.

If the computer does not recognise
the voice, it will not respond.

Would you mind?

As a matter of fact, I would.
I am getting tired of these insinuations.

Loyal Federation citizens
do have certain rights.

We will not submit to being interrogated
like common criminals.

I warn you,
I have a number of influential friends.

Over here.

You will say:

"Indicate if my voice pattern
is registered in the memory banks...

"and confirm identity. "

You say it.

- Indicate if my voice pattern is...
- Is registered in the memory banks.

...is registered in the memory banks
and confirm identity.

You're clear.

You.

Say it.

(TENSE INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC)

Why did you do that?

He was reaching for a gun.

She could've killed me.

She wasn't exactly gentle with me.

- What happened?
- He went for a gun.

He wasn't going to chance
taking the voice test.

There are no weapons on him.
He's unarmed.

- Are you sure?
- There's nothing.

I must be getting jumpy.

- We've still got to check his voiceprint.
- Not yet.

He's out cold. Lock them up somewhere.

If you'd been a bit less sudden,
we'd have known the truth by now.

Or you might have had
the back of your head blown off.

Do you read me, Zen?
Please respond if you are receiving.

It's him, same distress call,
same frequency.

Still a long way off.

Come on, Zen, say something will you?

Look, I'm in bad trouble. I need help.

Look. The computer's responding again.

Look, it's very lonely where I am,
wherever it is.

I'm cold and I'm miserable
and I'm hurt and I'm hungry.

Instruments are registering
a change of course.

The ship's locking on to the signal.

We were right.
It is one of Blake's people.

And we're heading towards him.

Now be reasonable.

All I ask is that you let me know
that you're getting my signal.

I don't want a long conversation.
I'm not interested in the latest news.

Just confirm that you hear me. Come in.

All these instruments are reading.
The ship's transmitting back to him.

But he's not getting it.
It maybe a fault in his receiver.

You call yourself a computer?
You're an idiot, Zen.

You should have been melted down
for scrap years ago.

You electronic moron.

Help me, will you, Zen?
I'm in bad trouble.

(FIERCE GROWLING)

Sounds big and bad tempered.

I just hope it's vegetarian.

Is there anybody there?

There's something
moving out there, men.

Keep your weapons ready.

Yes, sir.

Now don't be nervous, men.

There are ten of us...

and all heavily armed.

I just hope that whoever's out there
has the good sense to leave us alone.

I'm going to give them 10 seconds
to get away from here.

One...

two...

three.

Hold your fire, men.

I'm a humane man.

I'm going to give them
another 10 seconds.

The poor devils don't know that
it's certain death if they attack us.

One...

two...

You are hurt?

Yes, it's my arm. I think it's broken.

- It has affected your mind, I think.
- My mind?

You were talking to yourself
in different voices.

No.

I was talking to my men.

Communicator.

My men are positioned all around here.

I give them their orders through this
and I can hear them answer.

We've been watching you. You are alone.

And you do not need to explain to me
about communicators.

I am quite familiar with them.

Well, that seems to cover everything.

You were in a space accident?

Accident? It was a full-scale war.
There was this alien battle fleet...

I would like to hear more about it
when you are rested and fed.

- Are you hungry?
- Starving.

(WHISTLES)

Let me see your arm.

- My name is Lom.
- I'm Vila. Pleased to meet you.

Yes, you are right, it is broken.
It will have to be set.

- Will that hurt?
- A little.

It's just I'm not very good with pain.

It's not that I'm a coward or anything.

It's just that I have
a very low pain threshold.

Hardly a threshold at all, actually.

Vila, this is Mall.

He's very hungry. Give him something.

I have to mend his arm.

I think when this is done...

it would be safer if you
come back with us to our camp.

There are hunters in this area.

- Hunters? What are they after, big game?
- No.

Us.

Hold him.

I'm sorry. I let you down.

Let me down?

There were only two.

I should have been able
to kill them both.

We all have our off days.

Anyway there were four other guards
hanging around.

- I could have dealt with them.
- I'm sure you could.

But it's not all bad.

If I had spoken,
Zen would have identified me.

This way we've bought ourselves
a little more time.

How do we use it?

To start with, we get out of here.

And once we're out?

This is my ship.

(TENSE INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC)

You want me to try it?

Are you any good with locks?

No, but then neither are you
by the look of it.

You should never judge by appearances.

I don't. I judge by results,
and you're not getting any.

Wrong again.

That's a difficult way to commit suicide.

Maybe he was cleaning it and it went off.

He's dead. Killed with his own knife.

Do you still doubt that our friend
is one of Blake's men?

No. Let's find them. Get your men.

(DRAMATIC INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC)

Quickly.

I want every inch of this ship checked.
All right, move.

Search everywhere, every possible place.

What do we do now?

These inspection channels link up
all over the ship.

A little narrow in places...

but we can get almost
anywhere we want.

They're not going to give up on us.

They might, with a little encouragement.

We have to take the pressure off
so that I can talk to Zen.

Is it worth the risk?

The way the ship is acting...

it's obvious we're on our way
to pick up another one of the crew.

And you need to know who and where?

Last word I got,
Blake and Jenna were still alive.

There was nothing on Vila and Cally.

But that does not necessarily mean
that they are dead.

Don't be alarmed.
We're going to make a surface landing.

More survivors?

Just one, apparently.

We picked up a voice signal
a couple of hours ago.

We're homing in on it now.

It will be a quick touchdown
and immediate liftoff.

The local inhabitants
are hostile apparently.

Let's see how your burns are healing.

How many survivors
have you picked up now?

This will make 64.

- Feel any discomfort there?
- No.

Yes, 64.

We're almost at capacity.

We'll be on our way home
after this pickup.

- Does that hurt?
- A little tender.

I'm not surprised.

When we pulled you out
of your life capsule...

you were badly scorched.

It was lucky you found me.

That's what we're here for.

You're doing fine.

The new tissue is firming up.

A few hours, and you'll be able
to take the regen mask off for good.

Absurd.

No matter how many flights I make...

I'm always relieved
when we touch down safely.

- Not very inviting, is it?
- Not very.

I imagine that survivor must be
quite pleased to see us.

Let's hope we were in time.

We'll soon be on our way home.

Where is home?

Our planet, you mean?

It's called Chenga.
It was settled about 200 years ago.

- Was it aligned to the Federation?
- No. Neutral.

We keep to ourselves.

Then why are you getting involved now?
Why are you picking up survivors?

That's quite enough talking.
You still need to get plenty of rest.

We're lifting off.

That was fast.

We had a very precise locator reading.

I'll go and see what sort of state
our new visitor is in.

We have a new guest.

(DRAMATIC INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC)

You can settle in there.

You're very kind.

Now if you'd be good enough
to tell your Captain I'd like to see him.

I have a great deal to do
and very little time.

So please see to it, immediately.

- I'll see he gets the message.
- Good.

That will be all for the moment.

- We will rest.
- Much further to go?

Not far.

Scout the ground ahead.

The hunters are out.

- Who are these hunters?
- They live to the north.

They come to the forests to search for us.

Yes, but why?

Some treat it as a sport.

- Most do it for the bounty.
- Bounty?

The administration pays very highly.

That's why there are
many professional hunters.

They are the most dangerous.

You mean, they get paid for killing you?

Killing?

No, it is far worse than that.

Worse?

Down!

There.

Sounds quiet enough. Are you ready?

(SUSPENSEFUL INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC)

We've found them.

Keep it covered. I'll get the others.

We've got them.

We've found them.
Section Leader, we've found them.

They're hiding in an inspection channel
under the floor.

Right, let's get on with it. Lead the way.

I was afraid it might have been used,
but it's all right.

I shall have to check it for damage.

Check what?

Watch the corridor.

Avon, what are you doing?

In a way, I am making us invisible.

Lift together.

Now.

All in perfect working order.

How much longer are you going to be?

If you were them, where is the last place
you'd expect to find us?

I don't know.

What about the room
they locked us up in?

Would you look there?

No, I don't think I would.

When I give you the signal,
fire two shots.

I don't want anyone to miss this.

A little sudden, Klegg.

It's not my fault. He was already dead.

From the wound on his head,
he was probably just unconscious.

I can't be held responsible.

All right,
you were too quick with your gun.

But I'll see the report shows
you were not to blame.

I shall be writing my own report on this.

(GUN SHOTS FIRING)

Stay here.

They've launched a life capsule.

That should take the pressure off.

For a little while, anyway.

What do we do next?

I must talk with Zen, find out what
we have to do to help the others.

They made fools of us.

We had them...

and they get away, killed two of us
and escaped in a life capsule.

None of that is going to look good
on either of our records, sir.

Thank you, Klegg. I'm aware
it's not likely to bring instant promotion.

- Still, we do have the Liberator.
- Do we?

Are you sure
it's not the other way round?

It's doing what it wants,
going where it wants.

Are you sure it hasn't got us?

I'm not really sure about anything.

- They're moving away.
- Isn't that what we should be doing?

You saw them?

Are they just the two of them?

Who are they? What are they?

We call them "hi-techs". We must go.

Is he dead?

Where are you?

Where are you?

(HIGH-PITCHED PULSE)

- He's not a primitive.
- He was with them.

Look at his clothes. He's not one of them.

It's not important anyhow.

The poor thing's hurt.

Here, let me help you.

Can you understand what we say?

Yes, every word.

My ears are all right.
It's my arm that's the trouble.

He speaks our language.

- Are you from Earth?
- Our ancestors came from Earth.

That's nice to hear. So do mine.

- Do you mind if I sit down?
- Of course.

Are you hungry?

Well, now you mention it,
my last meal was interrupted.

I'll get you something.

- What's the matter with your arm?
- Broken. Nothing, really.

Let me see if I can make it
more comfortable for you.

When you're ready
we'll take you to the Centre.

You'll get expert medical attention there.

That's very kind of you.

You know,
I thought I was going to be killed.

We don't kill.
Our guns fire tranquillising darts.

We try to catch the primitives...

so they can be taken back
to a more civilised way of life...

so they can be of use
to the whole community.

Well, there's nothing wrong with that.

We need the primitives.

They're very important to us.
Just as you are.

That's nice to hear.
I can only tell you...

that after all I've been through,
it's nice to know I'm safe at last.

Vila, the hi-techs got him?

May his soul rest in peace.

(DRAMATIC INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC)

Vila.

Vila, can you hear me?

You'll hardly feel this.

Are you all right?

Yes.

Cally.

What a delightful coincidence.

I'm glad to see you came through
more or less unscathed...

fit to be brought to trial.

Trial? By whom, Servalan?

From the reports I've heard,
the Federation is finished.

You lost control
when Star One was destroyed.

After a war of that scale,
there was bound to be some disruption.

But things will be under control again
very soon.

Don't ever doubt it.

You and Blake and all the other traitors
from the Liberator will be dealt with.

But don't you understand?
It's over. You're finished.

You don't have power anymore.

You think not?

We're on a neutral ship
heading for a neutral planet.

Try giving some orders
and see who obeys you.

We're approaching home base
and shifting into an entry orbit.

We'll be on surface soon.

You told the Captain
I wanted to see him?

He's busy preparing for touchdown
at the moment.

I gave him your message...

but I'm afraid he does have
more pressing priorities.

Not exactly jumping whenever
you snap your fingers, are they?

Not yet.

But I've enjoyed authority too long
to give it up easily.

I'll be giving orders again,
and they'll be obeyed.

When that happens...

I shall give
a very special priority to you...

and your friend, Avon.

Avon?

We met, briefly.

Then he's alive.

The condition, I hope,
is purely temporary.

(INTENSE INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC)

Must you do that?

It won't fit into any logical pattern.

What won't?

Who killed the guard and why?

He's just one less to deal with.
Do we care why?

But why leave him sitting there?

To delay discovery...

and give the murderer
a chance to get away.

A personal grudge.

One of the others has been waiting
for a chance to settle an old score.

That's a possibility.

Can you think of another?

Yes. Just one.

There's someone else on this ship
that neither they nor we know about.

Stay here and stay quiet.

I'll come with you.

- I can do it faster on my own.
- Do what?

Avon, why do you keep everything
to yourself?

Why so secretive?

Perhaps I'm shy.

Anybody comes through this door,
kill them.

Anybody that isn't me, that is.

Any deviation in the flight path?

Not for more than an hour.

Nothing on this heading
except the planet Chenga.

- That's got to be where we're going.
- Chenga? Never heard of it.

It's a neutral. Small population.

I'll check the references to see
if there's anything especially significant.

I'm going to take another look
at that teleport system.

If anyone comes aboard,
that's the way they'll arrive.

Zen, I want a status check.

Keep it down to basics.
I don't have too much time.

All systems are fully operational.

Computers are responding to a program
of search, locate, and recovery.

Have you anything
on Blake's whereabouts?

His last voice transmission reported...

that he is safe and well
and en route for the planet Epheron.

Epheron?

It is a planet of the system Lauritol.

It has several primitive life forms.

Don't give me the whole thing.
I'll punch up the reference.

What about the others?

Jenna received superficial injuries
in a life capsule malfunction.

Is she all right?

She reports she is well
and aboard a neutral cargo carrier...

in transit to the planet Morphenniel.

She advises that her situation
requires no priority treatment.

- Cally?
- No contact.

- Vila?
- He is injured...

and, according to his last transmission,
in grave peril.

Accordingly, his recovery
has been given maximum priority.

Where is he?

The planet Chenga.

Teleport range will be achieved
in precisely three hours and 8.5 minutes.

All right, continue recovery program.

Bring her round.

I really don't understand
what the primitives are so afraid of.

When the planet was first colonised,
the settlers broke into two factions:

Those who wanted to live...

what they called the simple,
natural life...

growing their own food,
building their own homes.

And the other faction?

Wanted to use
every new scientific development...

to make life easier
and more comfortable...

to stamp out sickness and disease...

and create a safer, happier,
prosperous environment...

through the use of high technology.

High technology.

Hi-techs. I see now.

- That's your side.
- That's right.

And the primitives are the others.

Well, you've seen where
their philosophy has taken them.

They live like animals, half-starved
without proper food or medicines.

They'll never willingly give up
their way of life.

That's why we try to catch them
with our drug guns.

And when we do, they make
an invaluable contribution to our society.

It's a shame.

They just don't know
what they're missing.

Soon we'll reach the city
and you'll be safe then.

(STEALTHY INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC)

Dayna.

Stand! Face the wall.

Put your hands against it.

- May I turn round now?
- Carefully.

You got him. Good.

A very impressive performance.

I didn't believe anyone could stay
out of sight for so long.

But you did have the advantage
of local knowledge, didn't you, Avon?

- My name is...
- Your name is Avon.

How did you know?

When we first came face to face,
I said, "What are you doing on my ship?"

There were a dozen ways
you could have answered...

but you said, "Your ship?"

An innocent stranger wouldn't question
who was in command.

Unless he was here first as I said I was.

No, Klegg's men would have found you.

They had to make sure
no one else was onboard...

in order to claim
the salvage prize money.

Greed makes very efficient troopers.

No, if you were here,
then you must have been hiding.

I repeat, an innocent stranger
wouldn't question who was in command.

I congratulate you. Very nicely reasoned.

A stupid lapse of concentration
on my part.

Don't blame yourself too much.

I'll try not to.

I imagine you've been under
considerable stress.

I had hoped for a more inspiring epitaph.

So, after realising you were
one of Blake's people, it was simple.

You weren't Blake.
I'd have recognised him.

And too intelligent for Vila.

It was an even bet.

Quite.

I still don't know who the girl is, though.

Her name is Dayna. She's not one of us.
Where is she?

- Do you care?
- She did save my life.

Shouldn't we take him to the flight deck?
Klegg will want to question him.

- When I'm ready, Harmon.
- Klegg doesn't strike me as a subtle man.

He isn't.

So when I refuse to answer,
we'll get into the dreary process...

of subjecting me to extreme pain.

Barbaric, but frequently effective.

Before we get into that...

there's something I think
you should know.

Go on.

One of your men was murdered.

Two! Two of our men were murdered.

Better than I thought.
I wish I could say I was sorry.

- But we didn't kill them.
- He's lying.

- I think I know who it might have been.
- Yes?

Him.

- Why, you lying...
- Easy, Harmon.

- They were my friends.
- Let him finish.

I saw him coming out
of one of the sections.

He was nervous, uneasy.

I couldn't make anything of it...

until I remembered
what was housed in that section.

This ship carries considerable sums
of various currencies...

rare metals, precious stones,
and the like.

He was coming out of the strong room.

I was following orders.
I was searching for you.

Show him the bag
you have in your pocket.

The others must have known
what he was up to.

He didn't want to share with them.

You made a good case, Avon.
There was only one thing wrong with it.

- What was that?
- He didn't kill those men.

I did.

You'll need that if we're both
to come out of this alive.

There, that's all done.
I've checked you in and registered you.

The staff will look after you.
You just ask for anything you want.

You'll find they're most obliging.

But I'll be seeing you and Barr again,
won't I?

- That's not allowed, I'm afraid.
- Zee and I have work to do.

Oh...

Listen, I'm really sorry
I won't be seeing you both again...

and I want to thank you
for everything you've done.

Without you, I don't know
what would have happened.

It was no trouble.

And remember,
we get a reward for bringing you here.

- 2,000 credits.
- You get paid for helping me?

That's what the primitives meant
when they said you get a bounty.

You see, they've got it all wrong.
They just don't understand.

You'd better go now.
They're expecting you.

You're going to make
an enormous contribution to our society.

Well, it's little enough
after all you've done for me.

You look after yourselves.

And thanks once again.
I really mean that.

Excuse me. Zee and Barr sent me.
I think I'm expected.

And most welcome.

You know, those two are really nice girls,
really nice.

They've brought in over 20 primitives
in the last two years.

You don't surprise me.
They're all heart, those two.

Now, if you'd like to follow me.

Lead on.

Cally!

Cally, what a relief.
I thought I'd never see you again.

It's good to see you.

I knew you were still alive
because I felt your pain.

- You've no idea what I've been through.
- How is it?

Well, it's all right,
if you don't count the agony.

I tried very hard to contact you.

Things got a bit hectic.

- Are you all right?
- Yes.

- The others?
- I don't know.

- I think Avon's alive.
- He would be.

We have to move on to health reception.
You can go together if you wish.

- Thank you.
- We'd like that, thank you.

- This way.
- Thank you.

You.

Come here.

My name is Servalan.

I want to see
a senior official immediately.

I'm afraid that won't be possible.

I am President and Supreme Commander
of the Terran Federation.

I want to see a senior official.

I want to see him here
and I want to see him now.

Del Tarrant.

Who are you?

I've been on the Federation wanted list
for quite a while.

I had my own ship.

I was running contraband, getting myself
mixed up in other people's wars...

you know the sort of thing.

Naturally, I heard what Blake
and the rest of you were doing.

We tried not to keep it a secret.
How did you get here?

Like you, I went in against the aliens.

Unlike you,
I barely survived the first salvo.

I was picked up by a Federation ship.
That's how I came by the uniform.

When she was hit...

my life capsule homed in
on the Liberator.

She was still in bad shape...

but the repair circuits
were making headway.

Were Klegg and his men already here?

Yes, so I had no choice but to bluff it out
and pretend I was Federation.

The man I got the uniform from
outranked Klegg...

and I trained
as a Federation Space Captain...

so it wasn't too difficult.

You certainly convinced me.

Especially when you cracked me
over the head.

Yes, sorry about that.

But if you spoke,
the computer would identify you.

- Were you planning to kill all of them?
- Yes, if necessary.

It's not quite as callous as it might seem.
Almost, but not quite.

Klegg and his men
are the Federation's death squad.

They have a record of brutality
hard to match.

You don't have to apologise to me.

I wasn't.

Just one thing.

When we launched the life capsule,
why weren't you convinced we had gone?

It convinced Klegg, but not me.

I thought it was a good idea.

It was,
but that's how I knew you'd faked it.

It's the sort of idea
I would have had myself.

Pity.

It would have been better...

if they still thought
you were on their side.

But there are only three of them now.

It's not quite that straightforward.
Klegg's holding your friend Dayna.

If you'll swallow these.

They're trace elements to help...

the instruments make
a complete analysis.

Of course,
anything we can do to be helpful.

Thank you.

Now if you'd like to relax,
someone will come to see you shortly.

You know,
I think our luck has finally changed.

Yes.

- I'm not quite sure just which way.
- You're not serious.

Given the choice between all this
or sitting out there with a broken arm...

I know which I'd choose.

There's something not quite right
about all this.

Not right?
I've never known such hospitality.

I think I'll try and contact the Liberator.

There's no rush is there?
I mean, at least tell them not to hurry.

Tell Zen to give the others priority.

Cally calling Liberator.

Liberator, are you receiving me?

Respond, please.

Zen, where are they?

Inboard sensors registering movement
in the teleport section.

We have to get them out fast.

If Vila teleports aboard,
they'll have him cold.

Now is a good time
to start getting ideas.

Do you have grenades onboard?

We can't chance damaging the teleport.

Do you hear me out there?

We hear you.

You come in here, unarmed...

or I'll kill the girl.

Not a chance.

She will die slowly and very noisily.

Don't count on it.

Well?

(AVON) We'll think about it.

You've got five minutes.

You'd better come up
with something fast.

(DRAMATIC INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC)

You know,
I wouldn't mind settling down here.

Nice planet, nice people,
meet a nice girl, raise a family.

What would you do for a living?

There're always opportunities
for a top-class thief.

- Where's the section Area 22?
- Through there.

Servalan.

Two of you now.
Even better than I thought.

I came to say goodbye.
I shall be leaving shortly.

Goodbye?

You see, you were wrong, Cally.

The Federation does still carry influence.

I had to arrange
for a considerable payment...

of goods and equipment to be made.

But in return,
I am to be given transport back to Earth.

Wonderful. We were worried.
Your welfare really concerned us.

We won't meet again.

Sounds good.
I told you our luck's changed.

Not for the better, I'm afraid.

You see, I know what this place is now.

I know why they were patrolling
the battle area picking up survivors.

- Why?
- They need humans.

You two just about qualify.

- Qualify for what?
- What are you talking about?

Unofficially, the staff call this place
the slaughterhouse.

It's an organ bank.

They store living tissue...

all the vital organs
for spare part surgery.

(DRAMATIC INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC)

I can't move.

Cally, I can't move!

Don't be too alarmed.

It's all quite painless and humane...

I understand.

(SUSPENSEFUL INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC)

(INTENSE INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC)

I am ready to talk.

I talk, you listen.

We take over the ship.

You program the computer
to respond to my voice commands.

- I want complete control.
- What do we get?

You'll be teleported onto the surface
of the nearest planet.

You can build your security
into the computer program.

It won't respond to me
until you are safely off the ship.

Don't do it, Avon.

Well, I wouldn't, Dayna,
but I can't think of any alternative.

There is no alternative.

One more thing.

Tarrant is not part of the deal. He stays.

- I have things to settle with him.
- He won't go along with that.

Convince him.

All right.

Take the magazine out of your gun
and give it to me.

When I give you the signal, fire one shot.

Then get ready to take him
when he comes in.

No, Avon!

Very neat.

I don't think I'd like you
as a friend, Avon.

Let's get it over with.

I've got them, Tarrant!

There are so few people
you can trust these days.

There'll be no pain.

We ensure that all life is extinguished
before surgery begins.

(ALARM SOUNDING)

Where are you going?

To reprogram the computer.

Not alone, you're not.
I'm coming with you.

Now!

(TARRANT) She's very good.

Promising, quite promising.

(ALARM CHIMING)

They're ready for them in surgery.
Extinguish life.

She's alive.

It looks as though she's been drugged.

That's Cally. I'll introduce her
more formally when she wakes up.

This is Vila. I should introduce him now.
He's at his best when he's unconscious.

(DRAMATIC INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC)

Go ahead.

My name is Dayna. Dayna Mellanby.

Now you.

I am Del Tarrant.

Register the voices, Zen.

From now on, you will obey
their requests and commands.

Confirmed.

Welcome to the Liberator.

And you are welcome to it.

Oh?

Given the choice, would you rather
be a load of spare parts down there...

Or one spare part up here?

(THEME MUSIC)