All language subtitles for Blake s 7 - 3x03 - Volcano.en

(THEME MUSIC)

(TENSE INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC)

- Safely down.
- Keep us informed of what's happening.

Right. Out.

What's that?

The volcano.

(BEEPING)

I think we've come down
on the wrong side.

Terrific.

When were you last here?

- I've never been here before.
- You said you had!

I didn't. I said one of the people here
knew my father.

Then let's hope they remember him.

(VOLCANO RUMBLING)

- Zen told us it was here.
- He didn't tell us how big it was.

I don't have much faith in Zen,
or anything else on the Liberator.

Then why didn't you stay up there
and leave this mission to me?

I don't trust anybody except myself.
That's why I'm still alive.

- Which way?
- Zen's ground plot said due north.

- And don't look so warlike.
- Coming from you that's almost funny.

- These people are our friends.
- So you keep saying.

(SINISTER INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC)

Who are they? You know?

They mean trouble.
Look at their weapons.

I thought we'd kept them at bay.

The Federation High Command
know our position...

as far as their foolish wars
are concerned.

These people look more like mercenaries.

Obviously they come from that ship.

The satellite's got a clear picture now.

Do we know anything
about this type of ship?

Nothing. Looks powerful.

Shall we approach these mercenaries?

- They're heading towards us, anyway.
- Excuse me.

(SINISTER INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC)

No contact so far.

We're following Zen's ground plot
as agreed.

(CALLY) Understood.

It all seems quiet enough Cally,
if you don't count the volcano.

I should let Orac take over.

It's going to be some time
before we find Dayna's friends.

All right, but keep in touch.

Heroic rescues can be embarrassing
if you're not actually in danger.

Right.

Orac, operate teleport as instructed.

(ORAC HUMMING)

(CALLY) Orac?
(ORAC) Yes.

Did you hear what I said?

Teleport operation is a menial task...

much more suited
to one such as yourself.

- Just do it, please, Orac.
- Very well.

It is odd, though, isn't it?
An unusual phenomenon.

We haven't come across it before,
have we?

- I said it's odd, isn't it?
- What is odd?

That damn great volcano
right in the middle of the planet.

The only active one in the entire place
according to Zen...

sitting there, bubbling away.

- What, Zen?
- The volcano.

Zen also said it has been
bubbling away for at least 20 years.

Just the same, sooner them than me.

Does anyone know why this planet,
what's it called...

- Obsidian.
- Obsidian.

Even the name sounds nasty.

Do you know
why it escaped the Galactic War?

If it did.

Zen says there's no battle fleet wreckage
on the surface.

Well as far as we can see.

Nobody wanted it, that's what I reckon.
And very sensible, too.

Let us settle this neurotic little worry.

Zen, do you have sufficient information
to be able to tell us...

when the next major volcanic eruption
on the planet Obsidian is to be expected?

Federation report 1-0 sub 5...

- date code 303.
- That's a long time ago.

Atmospheric and ground tests
undertaken...

by Federation assessment team...

collated in Federation teletext...

predicted no heavy volcanic activity
for some years.

How many years is some years?

- No more detailed prediction was made.
- Wonderful.

Why did the Federation assessment team
stop bothering, does anybody know?

- Zen, do you know?
- That information is not available.

Very helpful!

Those Federation assessment teams...

were always followed up
by invasion and colonisation.

Usually.

Do you know of another case
when they weren't?

No, and the phrase
"some years" is meaningless.

Perhaps it was meant to be.

The Federation came
and looked at Obsidian...

and decided it wasn't worth colonising,
simple as that.

But if you're right,
those two are wasting their time there.

That's always a possibility.
Dayna says the people are friendly...

but then, sometimes one's friends can be
more of a liability than one's enemies.

They're gonna check out that rumour too.

That Blake was here?
It's getting to be a common rumour.

We could spend the rest of our lives...

chasing down the ones we've
picked up so far.

- Still, now we're here.
- Oh, yes, now we're here.

- It can't be raining?
- I don't know.

- Maybe we should tell them.
- Tell who what?

Tarrant and Dayna, about the Federation
not wanting the planet.

Why?

Because there's something
wrong about it.

I think we should tell them.

I think you should get back
to recalibrating the weaponry systems.

They'll be reporting in soon.
We can tell them then.

That could be too late.

All right.

(BEEPING)

- Was it necessary to treat them like that?
- Of course it was, Father.

You know what these people are like.

They are victims of their own
aggressive instincts.

They have not learned to control them,
that is all.

That doesn't make them
any the less dangerous, Father.

No, true.

So, these are your friends.

Where are our guns?

We do not allow offensive weapons
on Obsidian.

And our wrist communicators.

All six of them. Why so many, I wonder?

Replacements. They break down easily.

Ah...

They will be returned to you
when you leave.

We will be leaving?
At least that's something.

Why should we harm you?

- You have done us no harm.
- Who are you?

My name is Hower.
I am first citizen on Obsidian.

This is my son, Bershar.
He has special duties.

Like capturing us.

- Do you feel ill, or upset in any way?
- No.

What was it,
some kind of narcotic spray gun?

Something like that.
Quite harmless, I assure you.

I'm glad to hear it.

Who are you? Why are you on Obsidian?

I was a Federation captain,
a long time ago.

We are survivors of a galactic war.

If you are looking for somewhere to hide,
we cannot shelter you.

Maybe you'd better explain it to them.

- Hower.
- Yes?

I am Dayna,
the daughter of Hal Mellanby.

- Oh, are you? Your father...
- My father is dead.

Oh, dear.

Then how do we know
you are his daughter?

You studied with him at the
Federation Central Science complex.

This is his graduate medallion.

You have one like it.

I used to have one like it.

But unlike your father, I lost faith
in that sort of scientific development.

I think that Homo sapiens
has reached a point...

where further technological development
is useless.

And you are at that point?

- I believe we are.
- Never mind that.

Tell us who the people are in that ship
and why you are here.

What do you want here?

(TENSE INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC)

Here are your instructions.

That is the target to which
you are being taken.

That is the Liberator in orbit over the
planet Obsidian in the sixth sector.

You will go there, get the Liberator,
and bring it back.

You make it sound very simple,
Madam President.

It is very simple.

Two of their party are already
on the planet.

- How do you know that?
- That is not your concern. They are there.

Why should they land there?

I mean, what's so special
about the planet Obsidian?

They are investigating its strategic value,
which is real.

And a rumour, which is not.

Obsidian is at a vital point
in the sixth sector.

It could control command and supplies
and be a real acquisition for us.

But, your immediate mission
is to capture the Liberator...

and bring it back.

- And those on board?
- Kill them.

Orac hasn't picked up anything.
They've been out of contact for an hour.

- I think it's time to start worrying.
- I've been worried all along.

We agreed to wait for them to contact us.

But not this long.

We don't draw attention to the bracelets
without a good enough reason.

- I think this is a good enough reason.
- Zen picked up a signal from the ground.

It could have been some kind of
beam approach detector.

You didn't say anything at the time.

- No, I didn't.
- Why was that?

Because I wasn't sure.

- That wasn't the reason, Avon.
- No, it wasn't.

- You gonna let me in on the secret?
- You wouldn't understand it if we did.

My classification might be
Grade 4 ignorant...

but I'm not stupid.

I bought that classification
from a friend at the testing centre.

I didn't want to be a space captain, did I?
And I was right.

- They all ended up getting killed.
- Tarrant survived.

Yes, Tarrant says he was a space captain,
but he says a lot of things.

You don't have to believe it all, do you?

I'd be more inclined to believe
that he was a captain...

than that you could have been.

Never mind about me.
It's Tarrant you should be worried about.

And not just because he's been
out of contact for an hour.

And what about Dayna?

Don't you trust her either?

Dayna's a different case entirely.

Well, she's pretty, for one thing.

Pretty? Yes, I suppose she is.
I hadn't really noticed.

We've seen you not really noticing.
Frequently.

How many are you?

There aren't many of us yet...

but we do have an advantage
that no one else has:

The most powerful fighting ship
in the galaxy.

Our armament, offensive and defensive...

is better than any other
mercenary group.

- Then why do you come here?
- Surely we're not the first.

- What do you mean?
- A man called Blake.

Hasn't he contacted you?
We heard he'd been here.

No one has been here.

We need a planet as a home base...

somewhere that's not been ruined
by the war...

and we need recruits.

This might do.

You are situated in a very important
strategic position.

Obsidian? This is to be your base?

Temporarily, if you were
to agree naturally.

(ROBOT HUMMING)

And what would you offer us
for this favour?

A portion of any spoils...

and there will be spoils,
once we're strong enough to take them.

You were once a
Federation space captain, you say.

Yes, I was, for a time, until I deserted.

You still sound like one.

And you, sir, with great respect...

sound like somebody who doesn't realise
the danger he's in.

Tarrant!

- Be careful. These are friends.
- Then they deserve the truth.

How they've escaped occupation
by somebody before now is beyond me.

Perhaps we are cleverer than you think,
Captain Tarrant.

What is this danger to us
that you speak of?

Where does it come from?

Any petty warlord, any mercenary...

anybody with enough weaponry
to take you over.

What Tarrant is saying...

is that your pacifist attitude
is all very well in theory...

but no use against a battle fleet
with ruthless leaders.

- And you are not in this category?
- No, we're not.

If you say no to us,
then we will go peaceably.

Won't we, Tarrant?

But I hope we can convince you,
things being in the state they are...

that you need friends.

- Who are you afraid of, Captain Tarrant?
- I'm sorry?

You must be afraid of somebody.

People who need recruits,
allies, whatever.

They wouldn't need them
if they didn't have enemies.

Who exactly are your enemies?

Long-range sensors are registering
a slight volcanic tremor...

from the planet Obsidian.

That's all right, it's normal.

You're quite sure about that, I suppose?

Of course, I'm sure.
I'm going there, aren't I?

Approach planet Obsidian
on a bearing of 1-4-5.

And prepare for planet fall
on grid reference 0-1-3-7.

Approach bearing 1-4-5.

Planet fall on grid reference 0-1-3-7.

What's so special about that bearing
and grid reference?

So we don't land on a volcano?

So the Liberator does not pick us up
as we approach.

Are the people down there
likely to give us trouble?

Most unlikely.

They were right in the middle
of the war zone...

where some of the greatest battles
of the Galactic War took place...

yet the planet survived untouched. Why?

I promise you it had nothing to do
with fear of the inhabitants.

- You'll be safe.
- I don't doubt it.

You'll have no problem with the Pyroans.

- They have outlawed war.
- Really? How interesting.

Mori, it is because they have
outlawed war...

that they are still alive.

Let's hope we are at the end of it.

Remember,
you will be my supreme commander...

if you succeed.

And your ship will be the Liberator.

That, Madam President,
is why I am going at all.

- That and my personal loyalty to you.
- Quite.

(DRAMATIC INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC)

With that ship... The Liberator.

So, careful at first,
then you know what to do.

Yes.

(CALLY) Respond, please.

Tarrant, Dayna, this is Cally,
respond please.

It could be a communications blind spot.
The volcano.

They're not wearing the bracelets.

It would seem that Dayna's friends
are not quite so friendly after all.

- Have you set the coordinates?
- Yes.

I still think you're too near the volcano.

At least I know what to expect from that.

A boot full of burning lava.

If they have been picked up,
perhaps I won't be.

I'd rather be picked up than burned up.

- Ready?
- Yes. Put me down.

(TELEPORT HUMMING)

(INTENSE INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC)

Down and safe. Well, just about.

I'm going to make my way
to where Dayna and Tarrant came down.

(BRACELET BEEPING)

(EXPLOSION)

Avon, repeat that. Message indistinct.
Repeat that.

Communications blind spot.

Or maybe he landed in the volcano.

- No, I think he's all right.
- Yes, of course he is.

No volcano would dare swallow Avon.

- Be quiet, Vila.
- He's cold enough to put out the fire.

Why don't you go down and keep an eye
on those long-range detectors?

We aren't the only ship in space
you know.

Zen's got it covered.

Perhaps he'd like help.

These trusty battle computers
never sleep.

Avon, confirm contact.

(HUMMING)

That volcano sounds pretty active to me.

I'm told it's a regular small tremor,
nothing to worry about.

What about those over there?
Are they something to worry about?

(MYSTERIOUS INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC)

Let me speak to them. We're friends.

Must be more of them.

- Are either of you called Milus?
- I am Milus.

- This is my brother Nettin.
- I am Servalan.

- You have a message for me.
- Yes, it is here.

Thank you, Milus.

(WIND WHISTLING)

- Kill them.
- What?

(MORl) Well, run.

(MORl) Go on.

They didn't run.
They weren't even scared.

(MORl) They were like tame animals.

I am very sorry to hear
of your father's death.

If there is anything
I can do for you, I will.

But you will not get any recruits here.

Your son seems interested.

No, he isn't.

- Your levels of volcanic activity are high.
- Not dangerously so.

(BERSHAR) We monitor constantly.

Could you control it,
if it became necessary?

In a way, if it became necessary.

Come, let me show you
our operational complex.

And then perhaps you will see
we are not as helpless as we seem.

- You will excuse us, Father.
- Yes, of course.

My son, like the rest of us,
hates war, conflict, aggression.

Who doesn't?

But as the Galactic War
has just demonstrated...

aggression seems to be programmed
into the human psyche.

It can be programmed out, perhaps.

Would that be wise, even if it could?

Would Homo sapiens be able to live
without conflict?

Wouldn't it just die from
lack of excitement?

We have not found it so.

It is our belief that every man
is at war with himself.

His reason is at war with his instinct...

his animal and his spiritual natures
clash together...

and the brain of Homo sapiens...

has developed too much
for the animal to bear.

Your people have become passive...

because you have reduced
their brain power?

- Is that it?
- On the contrary.

We have taught them peace
from the cradle...

and we have blocked...

usually with a minute electric shock...

every tendency towards
an aggressive act.

Plus, of course,
daily psychological propaganda.

Does it work?

We have no wars,
no fights among ourselves...

no lawlessness, no crime.

Our people devote themselves to creation
and not destruction.

We are at peace here on Obsidian.

No violence at all?

It's breathtaking, if it's true.

The truth is absolute.

(TENSE INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC)

- This is Avon.
- Avon, are you all right?

Yes, but I think there is a
Federation patrol...

down here somewhere.

Why do you say that?

Because I've seen people killed
with Federation handguns before.

Stay by the teleport, Cally. Out.

Federation patrols.

How would they have got there?

Probably survivors from the war.

We're not the only ones looking
for a home base, you know.

We have an efficient detector system.

We picked you up very early
in your approach.

I know you have to toe the party line
with your father...

- but can I talk to you independently?
- Go on.

You have responsibility
for the defence of Obsidian.

That is so.

I don't think you're as idealistic
as your father is, or am I wrong?

I don't think you believe in your heart...

that you are safe here
on Obsidian forever.

Perhaps not.

There's a sizeable remnant
of the Federation...

battle fleet still functioning.

We need a base and you need protection.

Is it possible to do a deal of some kind
without involving your father?

It will be difficult, but not impossible.

- Let me tell you what I can offer you.
- You talk of a battle fleet.

Do you know a woman called Servalan?

(DEVICE HUMMING)

What now?

Follow the tone.

As it gets louder,
you're closer to the point.

When you get there,
everything will be as I told you.

It's too easy.

There will be difficulties.
I expect you to overcome them.

And you?

I shall return to the cruiser.

(DEVICE CONTINUES HUMMING)

(WIND HOWLING)

Cally, bring me up, quickly.

- What happened?
- Still no contact with Tarrant?

- Nothing.
- Keep trying, Servalan is down there.

- And a patrol.
- Why?

Ask her, but something big is happening.

Tarrant and Dayna are probably prisoners.

But these Pyroans are supposed
to be friendly.

That is what I mean.

(DEVICE HUMMING)

This is the place, and this is the time.

We do not come to the surface
any more than we have to.

- The air is not very pleasant.
- I've noticed.

- You?
- I'm afraid so. I had no choice.

If you so much as move an eyelid,
you're dead.

Have you got the bracelets?

- Four?
- They were recruiting.

You weren't quite what we had in mind.

Computers confirm that we are clear
of the planet's detectors...

and screened from
the Liberator's detectors...

by the planet itself.

We are maintaining
relative orbital position as instructed.

Where is the battle fleet?

Battle fleet is holding at 9-8-6, Grid 4,
awaiting instructions.

Good. Patch me in to
the battle fleet commander.

Command frequency is open.

This is Servalan calling
Federation battle fleet commander.

- Battle Commander.
- Your position is confirmed.

Maintain until further instructions.

Very well, Madam President.

But I would remind you
I do have fuel problems.

Can you bring me nearer
to the objective?

We cannot risk them detecting
your presence.

Hold position until advised.
It won't be long, Commander.

Out.

(DRAMATIC INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC)

- Why are you doing this?
- As I told you, I have no choice.

- I suppose you're going to kill us?
- Yes.

So much for your principles.
All that was just talk, was it?

No killing. They will remain with me.

You know what to do. Do it.

- My orders were to...
- Do it, or I alert the Liberator. I mean it.

Very well, you can argue it out
with Servalan. Come.

Signal from the planet Obsidian
on channel 4.

Mori here.

First stage of operation accomplished.
Second stage begins now.

Very well. We'll begin approach now.

Estimate units will be in firing range...

in approximately
7 minutes, 40 seconds from... now.

Zen, have the detectors registered
any firing on the planet surface?

Negative.

Is there any weaponry activity
registering on Obsidian?

Negative.

None whatsoever? Run the scan again.

Scan completed. Data is confirmed.

The Liberator's present
geostationary orbit...

makes the far side of the planet...

permanently inaccessible
to the detectors.

Data therefore refers to approximately
half the planetary surface only.

I am aware of that.

Tarrant, Dayna, respond please.

You're wasting your time.

The friendly hostiles
must have eaten them.

I'm not joking. There's been cannibalism
on some of the planets.

(TARRANT) Teleport.

Tarrant?

- Tarrant?
- It's them.

- I don't know.
- What's the matter?

- I don't know. Something's wrong.
- Of course.

They're in trouble. Bring them up.

(TELEPORT HUMS)

Zen, there were three major battles
in this sector during the Galactic War.

- Is that correct?
- That is correct.

Did either side
land survivors or damaged ships...

on the surface of the planet Obsidian?

Available data suggests
that they did not.

That's what I thought.

Zen, do you have any information
as to any neutral status...

accorded the planet Obsidian?

No official neutral status was accorded
the planet Obsidian.

Then what have they got
that protects them?

Information.

Medium-range detectors
indicate eight Federation cruisers...

approaching at attack speed
from orbital blind-side.

(MONITOR BEEPING)

We're under attack!

- Quick of you to notice.
- Who are you?

The winner and new champion.
That's enough.

- We are under attack!
- I know!

- That means you are under attack!
- Who's operating this ship?

- Put them on main screen.
- Confirmed.

- Speed of approach?
- Time distort eight.

How long before they reach
their attack range?

Two minutes.

Put up the radiation flare shields.
Clear the main blasters for firing.

Main blasters are cleared for firing.

- Battle and navigation computers on line.
- Confirmed.

Compute an initial evasion course
to take the flank ship in Delta 7...

out of line and into strike range.

- Grid 1-0-4, standard by 6.
- Execute.

(LOUD WHIRRING)

- Stand by the force wall.
- Confirmed.

(BEEPING INTENSIFIES)

Avon, please listen to me.

Cally, Vila, where are you?

Fire main blasters.

Servalan, I have a ship destroyed.

- Do I continue the attack?
- Yes, but do exactly as instructed.

I repeat, do not deviate
from your instructions.

Will comply. Out.

(CALLY) Avon, listen.
The enemy are on board.

(SUSPENSEFUL INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC)

Are they maintaining formation?

(ZEN) Affirmative.

When will they be in range?

They have been in range
for 1 minute, 8 seconds.

Then why aren't they firing?

Plasma bolt launched and running.

Should have kept my mouth shut.
How many bolts?

One only, running true.

Five seconds to strike.

Activate the force wall.

(EXPLOSION)

- Are they all in range?
- All hostiles are in range.

Then why aren't they all firing?

Battle computers can offer
no explanation.

They must be holding back
for a concerted effort.

- They are all going to fire at once.
- Wrong.

If they did that,
it would destroy the ship...

and we don't want that, do we, Avon?

That battle command
is coming in to corner you...

and if you don't let him, I'll kill you.

(CALLY) Avon, there are three of them.

- What do you want?
- To get away from that control panel.

Battle fleet, seven elements, closing fast.

- They will ram us.
- No, they won't.

Where's your open channel?

(BEEPING)

This is Commander Mori.

I have taken control of the Liberator.
Do not fire.

(SERVALAN) Message received.
Battle fleet, withhold action.

(ORAC HUMMING)

- Servalan's people, aren't you?
- I ask the questions.

So, this is your magic computer.
Orac, isn't it?

I assume your use of the word magic...

means that I am
incomprehensible to you.

While that may well be the case,
your use of the word is inappropriate.

What?

Your use of the word "magic"
is inappropriate.

I am simply the sum of the thousands
of data stores...

which are available to me.

- Impressive.
- Yes, he's very efficient...

but then, so is the whole ship.

The greatest single factor
is our armament...

together with our main computer, Zen.

As targets bear, main blasters will fire.

(AVON) 9-0, full thrust.
(ZEN) Confirmed.

(GRIPPING INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC)

(EXPLOSION)

(ALARM BEEPING)

They'll blast us.

Grab that.

Come on, get out of this.

(TENSE INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC)

Targets bearing 1-0.

Teleport us down.

Get up.

- Teleport us down.
- All right.

(CALLY) Vila, no.

Be reasonable, Cally,
you'll be safer down there.

Come on.

(ALARM CONTINUES BEEPING)

Teleport, now.

(TELEPORT HUMS)

I just hope I was right.

Two plasma bolts struck midsection.

Force wall was not penetrated.

Target bearing 1-5- 1.

Commander to Servalan.
I am breaking off the attack.

- What has gone wrong?
- Liberator is still firing.

I'm retreating out of range.

All ships take evasion course.

I repeat, all ships disengage.

This is Servalan calling Commander Mori.

Are you still on the Liberator?

Servalan calling Commander Mori
on open channel.

Are you on the Liberator? Reply.

No, he isn't, but I am.
What can I do for you, Servalan?

Vila, are you in command
of the Liberator?

For your information, Madam President,
we are all here, ready and waiting.

I think I can see you on the screen.

Yes, I know exactly where you are.

You are at grid reference 1-3-7-0.

Better start running.

Where does it hurt?

Eight ships.

Picked men.

Course for Space Command headquarters.
Speed time distort ten.

Course computed and laid in.

Speed, time distort ten.

Without that ship,
we've lost a strategic advantage.

- Madam?
- But no one else has gained it.

Without Blake, the Liberator's
no immediate threat to our plans.

No, Madam President.

Well, the crew have
no political ambitions.

They are merely criminals.

So they'll keep.

Until the rule of law has been restored.

Until my rule of law...

has been restored.

- What's happening?
- All gone.

- Orac?
- Gone as well.

- Cheers.
- The battle fleet?

Ran away. I expect they'll be back.

- Cally?
- They took her when they took Orac.

A mess.

Never mind. We're still here.

It's not serious.

The pad will take care of it,
if you don't fiddle with it.

- You did very well there, I must say.
- Must you?

Here, go on. Adrenalin and soma.
It's very relaxing.

No, thanks.

- I need my wits about me.
- Lf you say so.

So, no battle fleet.

- They'll be back.
- How do you know?

You're not the only one
who wants Obsidian.

Servalan will regroup and rearm.

You made a mistake, Bershar.

- You backed Servalan and you lost.
- Not yet.

You know what Servalan is.

And are you any better? Out of my way.

- You are not going anywhere, my son.
- Let me go.

You somehow
overcame your peaceful conditioning.

When you were a child,
the therapists said that you were at risk.

I welcomed this possibility...

because I needed, I thought...

one man who could think aggressively
like my enemies.

I have not renounced
the theory of peace.

Servalan is more powerful
than these people.

Tomorrow or the next day they will go
and Servalan will be back with her fleet.

Guided here again by you, no doubt.

It is very plain
what has happened, Hower.

My choice was to make Servalan our ally.

I never took these people seriously.
Nor should you, Father.

- I don't want to die.
- You have taken the vow.

What choice did I have?
What choice have any of us had?

You've turned us all into peace puppets.

We're at anybody's mercy,
and Servalan will return.

Then the vow will be put into effect.

You're mad. You're all mad.

There's no way
of keeping the vandals out.

We must defend ourselves or we'll die,
all of us.

I don't want to die, not for a stupid ideal
that can never work.

Homo sapiens cannot be changed,
don't you understand that?

- My son, the animal rules you!
- No, Father, for pity's sake.

Before you ask...

it was a lethal dose.

You heard what he said.
Servalan will be back.

Release them.

Give them their bracelets.

You are free to go.

If you stay any longer,
you will be in danger. Come.

What is this vow you spoke of?

We are all dying, very slowly.

The whole planet is contaminated
with radioactive fallout.

But you've had no wars here.

There is a nuclear device buried deep
in the heart of the planet.

One touch of that button and it blows.

- You'd never do that.
- Yes, we would.

We warned the Federation of it,
and we warned Servalan of it.

How do you think we survived the war?

We warned any fleet that landed...

that we'd blow them up
and ourselves with it.

- So they never landed.
- But you'd never do it.

We would. It is the truth we live by.

But this radioactive fallout, why?

The device in the core of the planet,
is it seeping, defective?

Is that why you are all dying?
Is the volcano spraying it out?

No more questions.

You must go while you can.

Goodbye, and good luck.

My son was wrong.

There must be peace.

What now? Back to the ship?

If we've still got a ship to go back to.

Tarrant to Liberator.

- Yes, are you all right?
- Yes, are you?

Not really, we took some heavy shots.

Our steering control unit is damaged
and the energy banks almost exhausted.

Zen got a little over enthusiastic.

My information is that the battle fleet
will be back...

probably reinforced, possibly very soon.

Are you in a position to take them on?

I will be very lucky
to be in a position to run.

Suggest you come back aboard
immediately, except...

Yes, what?

The Federation commandos
got Orac and Cally.

Where did they teleport?

About two miles due north
of your present position.

That brings us near the volcano.

What do you want to do?

We'll look for them.

All right, but you haven't much time.

If you are not back here in an hour...

I shall have to consider the safety
of the Liberator as the first priority.

- Do you understand me?
- Yes, I do.

- One hour.
- Let's move.

(LOUD RUMBLING)

I hope Hower's wrong
about Homo sapiens.

I don't know why we brought you.

I'm useful as a hostage, aren't I?

If the Pyroans get you, you'll be killed.

They wouldn't kill us,
they wouldn't kill anybody.

Besides, no one's gonna come
this close to that.

We know that Servalan is coming
with more reinforcements.

We know that we're safe here
until she does.

We also know we'll get
at least a million credits from her...

for this little toy.

So, Orac...

I'm talking to you.

If you can provide Servalan
with a flight path...

that evades the long-range detectors
on this planet...

that will come in very useful.
Could you do that?

I have access to
the necessary data banks.

It is really quite simple.

If an attacking force comes in
at 0-3-7 degrees approach...

they will find the blind spot
in the detectors...

and thence can use tactical missiles
with impunity.

(SUSPENSEFUL INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC)

If you come in at that approach...

you will find no detectors to pick you up
and no opposition.

Excellent.

We will regroup immediately
and approach on that bearing.

Right.

- And don't forget us.
- How could I?

You have Orac.

- Battle Fleet Commander, you heard that.
- Yes.

I think it's time we tested
the determination of the Pyroans.

I agree.

Use limited tactical missiles.

You should get a 90% kill
on the first strike.

Thank you for the honour.
We will not fail this time.

What about the Liberator?

Is it damaged beyond possibility
of repair in the time?

We can destroy it for you, Servalan.

No.

Yes.

Destroy it, Commander.
Destroy it completely.

Zen, correction 13-27
on steering calculation.

Is function restored yet?

Auto repair systems are still operating.

- What is the state of the energy banks?
- One-fifth of capacity only.

Using emergency booster,
can I set a course?

- Negative information.
- All right.

That means I have to take a chance.

Zen, put all emergency circuits
into action.

Zen, do you hear me?

Put all emergency circuits into action.

Emergency circuits are not yet available.

(RUMBLING)

What's that?

(VOLCANO RUMBLING)

I thought I heard someone.

Come on, or we'll have no room
to manoeuvre. Outside.

By the rim. They're waiting by the rim.

(SUSPENSEFUL INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC)

(CALLY) By the rim.

By the rim.

- Is this it?
- Around here, yes.

They can't last long in this heat.

They can if coming out
means they're dead. Come on.

- Just a minute.
- By the rim.

- I can hear something, a voice.
- No, it's the heat.

- No, can't you hear it?
- Not a thing.

I can. Maybe it's in my mind.

- Cally?
- What does it say, this voice?

It says to go forward, there.

- By the rim.
- That's towards the centre of the volcano.

To the rim. That's what the voice says.

All right, that's what we'll do.

Look out, to your left.

(TARRANT EXCLAIMS IN PAIN)

- Are you all right?
- Don't mind me, get them.

Right.

You only had to ask.

Cally?

Are you there?

I get an eerie feeling every time
Orac does that.

You're just in time,
we've company coming.

What?

The battle fleet's been moving
for two minutes.

- Why aren't we moving?
- Because we can't.

Zen, flight status?

The energy banks still require
two minutes...

before power will be available
to make navigation speed.

- We'll be dead by then.
- One minute, 59 seconds.

- We are sitting here waiting.
- We'd better take our combat positions.

Look, one of them is peeling off.

It's the lead ship,
it's gonna make an attack on Obsidian.

Voice contact from the planet Obsidian.

Put it on the main speaker.

Hower, calling Liberator.

This is the Liberator, go ahead.

My friends, the Federation
have launched an attack.

We do not intend to give in.

We will not be colonised
by the Federation or by anybody else.

We will honour our sacred vow.

Withdraw immediately.

We bid you farewell.

What was that about?

- Zen, put up the force wall.
- Confirmed.

They did it. They really did it.

Rather than live as slaves.

They were gonna die anyway, remember?

- Servalan's battle fleet's moving away.
- Any damaged?

- Hard to tell.
- Zen, flight status.

Energy banks are now
at the lowest workable capacity.

Well let's go, while we can.

- Execute pre-programmed course.
- Confirmed.

- I didn't believe they'd do it.
- Neither did Servalan.

She just didn't care.

Her options were to take it
or to destroy it.

Either way, she won.

I don't think so. She lost, and we lost.

Only the Pyroans won.

If that's winning,
I'll take losing every time.

(THEME MUSIC)