Blake's 7 (1978–1981): Season 4, Episode 11 - Orbit - full transcript

SLAVE: We are now stationary, Master,
10 miles above the planet Malodar.

What is the surface analysis, Slave?

Nitrogen, methane and argon predominate.

Also traces of free ammonia
and sulphur compounds.

It is unsuitable
for your illustrious life form, Master.

He thinks it stinks, too.

I make the surface temperature
minus 90 to a 100.

- Cold at night then.
- You can tell us when you get back.

- The message was for you.
- I get chilblains, Tarrant.

Why not?

Shouldn't he have some kind of backup, Avon?
That kind of environment...



I was hoping you would volunteer.

(Sighing)

All right, I'm a volunteer.

Do I hear three? No, I didn't think I would.

You know I like to stick with you, Avon,
where it's safe.

Egrorian? Egrorian? They're here! Come and see.

I still think that message was a phoney.
Egrorian hasn't been heard of for 10 years.

- I've never heard of him ever.
- Said to have been a genius.

Scientists are still trying to understand
the Egrorian theory of parallel matter.

What happened to him?

He disappeared along with a few million credits
from the Space Research Institute.

So, he's a criminal.

Aren't we all? Except he pulled off a big one.

Which is why he's not sitting on Malodar.



- It is a good hideaway.
- Hideaway?

If I got my hands on that kind of money,
I'd have gone somewhere where I could enjoy it.

What's the point in having money
if you exist on a lifeless hole like that?

You are forgetting, there is a big difference
between you and Egrorian.

- He has a brain.
- Oh, yeah?

If you had one it might have occurred to you
this could be a Federation trap.

Well, of course it's occurred to me.
Why do you think I'm sending Tarrant?

AVON: On the other hand
the message could be genuine,

in which case Egrorian may want
to do a deal with us.

And from a man like that,
any kind of offer of a deal might be interesting.

- Master?
- What is it, Slave?

My humble apology
for interrupting your noble thoughts.

Just get to the point.

Some inferior person is attempting
to communicate on the audio.

EGRORIAN: Calling Scorpio.

This is Egrorian in Malodar Command,
calling Scorpio.

Egrorian.

Egrorian, this is Avon in the privateer Scorpio,

calling Egrorian in Malodar Command.

We are receiving you, Egrorian, go ahead.

Thank you, Avon.
I will now give you your instructions.

Listen carefully.

Failure to follow them to the letter
will, I fear, have fatal consequences.

That sounds unpleasantly like a threat.

It is a threat. Like you, I have a price on my head.

So having revealed my little sanctuary,

I cannot allow you and your colleagues to leave.

Not at any rate until we've reached an agreement.

AVON: The Federation gave up looking for you
a long time ago, Egrorian.

You are a forgotten man.

Possibly.

But I have not forgotten them.
Now, your instructions.

EGRORIAN: I am dispatching my auto shuttle.

It will dock with your ship in six minutes.

You will board the shuttle alone.

It will bring you to my biodome.
You will carry no arms.

But we don't need the shuttle.
This ship is equipped with a teleport system.

I'm well aware of your ship's capability,

but I insist that you use the shuttle.

- And if I don't agree?
- You will agree, Avon.

I've explained the alternative. I cannot let you go.

Besides, confess that you are intrigued.

Otherwise you wouldn't have traversed
three star systems to be here.

(Switching off communicator)

He's bluffing.

Possibly, but somehow I don't think so.

And he's quite right. We've come rather
a long way to find out what he has to offer.

All right, Egrorian, I'll take the shuttle,
but I never travel alone.

Alone and unarmed, those are my conditions.

Are you alone, Egrorian?

Yes. Apart from my assistant.

Then I shall bring my assistant to watch yours.

That is my condition.

You are in no position to make conditions, Avon.

Egrorian, you sent me a message
asking for this meeting.

Therefore you want something from me.

I believe that gives me some power.

Very well.

One colleague, unarmed.

And remember, Avon,

I designed the weapon-detection scan
we have here.

That means it's infallible.

I'm sure it is. One other thing, Egrorian,

have you also developed
an infallible video-transmit?

Naturally.

Then switch it on.
I want to be certain you are who you say you are.

You are a cautious man, Avon.

Well, that's a habit I'm hoping to live with.

I too am cautious.

The Federation monitor video signals
from all parts of the galaxy.

The auto shuttle is leaving now.

(Communicator switching off)

- Pressurise the rest of the ship.
- Right.

- SOOLIN: All forward sections pressurised.
- All right.

- Vila, let's get to the airlock.
- Me?

Well, who else?
After all, you always say you feel safe with me.

- I'm not the type for this sort of thing, Avon.
- Why not?

This Egrorian, you said
he was some kind of genius.

They said he was supposed to be some time back.

That's what I mean. Living alone all these years,
you don't know what he's like now.

- These super brains often go pop, don't they?
- That's true.

- He could be dangerous, Avon.
- There is a chance, I suppose.

So he's gonna need careful handling.
You want someone with tact.

- I mean, you know me.
- Oh, yes, I think so.

Blunt, always speaking my mind,
I'm just the sort to upset him.

Well, you'll just have to try not to, won't you?

You should take one of the girls, Avon.

Hey, why not?
A girl might, you know, interest him.

He's probably forgotten what they look like.

Vila, if I didn't know you better
I would think you were trying to get out of this.

VILA: I'm only thinking of what's best.

Besides, if I stayed on Scorpio
I could keep an eye on Tarrant.

You need someone you can trust. What's that?

That's Tarrant following orders.

Egrorian wants the ship
to stand off in deep space.

He didn't waste much time ditching us, did he?

Anyway, I don't see the point of it.

Well, presumably Egrorian wants the ship
out of teleport range.

- He does not trust us.
- That's mutual.

Yes, of course.
But I have brought a little insurance.

Get rid of that thing.
You heard him say he's got a weapons scan!

In the biodome, not in here.

AVON: Just in case we need it.

You really think things through, don't you, Avon?

If we do need it, we won't have time to get it.

Well, then, let's hope we don't need it.

Far enough, I think. Slave, shut down the drive
and stabilise on these vectors.

It will be my humble pleasure.
I exist only to serve you, illustrious sir.

Thank you.

It doesn't exist, it just functions.

Still holding the shuttle, Soolin?

Yes. Not too easy at this range.

Yeah, well, don't lose it.
We need to get a precise fix on Egrorian's base.

Why? You think we might have to drop in on him?

Heavily.

I did a course at the Space Institute
not long after Egrorian disappeared.

The rumour was
that he'd been helped in his getaway

by someone at the very highest level.

Servalan?

But why should she want to help Egrorian?

Why should Egrorian want to see Avon?

You think there could be a connection?

When Servalan does anyone a favour,
she wants repaying with interest.

I'm just wondering if Avon's the interest.

Shuttle's landed, Tarrant. I've got the coordinates.

Good.

EGRORIAN: Stand in the cylinders, please.

Well?

- It's green.
- Good.

- I've forgotten.
- No, you haven't forgotten, Pinder.

Red is dead.

- Green is?
- Clean?

There you are, you see, you haven't forgotten.
Come in, please.

This is a great honour for us.

Don't we feel honoured, Pinder?

You see? Pinder is quite overwhelmed.

I fear he's not adept at the social graces.

Merely a gauche adolescent when
I took him under my wing, weren't you, Pinder?

Adolescent?

Just a callow youth,
but with a mind of great promise.

Truly original mathematicians,

unhappily, soon burn themselves out
on the anvil of creation.

I'm pleased to make your acquaintance, ma'am.

I think he's talking to you.

Thank you, Pinder, go back to your place.

I fear language doesn't come easily to him.
He thinks mainly in symbols.

- Doesn't he have symbols for men and women?
- Apparently not.

Can I offer you some refreshment?

Everything here is reconstituted, of course,
but it remains palatable.

We came here to talk, Egrorian.

And so we shall. Do sit down.

We'll have to clear a place, I'm afraid.

There, now. Which one of you is Avon?

I am. That is Vila.

Surprisingly, you don't look like
the ruthless desperados of legend.

But you have, of course,
killed a great many people.

Only in the pursuit of liberty.

"O Liberty! O Liberty!

"What crimes are committed in your name!"

- Do you know the source?
- No.

No, why should you?

Natural leaders
are rarely encumbered with intelligence.

Greed, egotism, animal cunning and viciousness
are the important attributes.

Qualities I detect in you
in admirably full measure.

I didn't come here to be flattered.

You came out of curiosity
and because you scented

there might be something in it for you.
Am I right?

Close enough.

Now, then, Avon,

what would you say
if I offered you mastery of the galaxy?

I would say thank you.

For a whole galaxy?
Come on, Avon, show the man some gratitude.

You think my mind is addled?

No, no, it's just we don't get offered galaxies
every day of the week.

Pinder, prepare the demonstration.

Do you know anything about tachyons?

Theoretical particles
that travel faster than the speed of light.

They are not theoretical anymore.
Come, I'll show you.

This is a tachyon funnel.

I realised the potential of such a machine

during my early research
into the behaviour of parallel matter.

It has taken me half a lifetime to build.

- What does it do?
- It destroys things.

Instantly and completely and at any range.

It is the ultimate engine of destruction.

EGRORIAN: You are now looking at
a lunar satellite of Porthodos,

which is in the next constellation to this one,
some 17 light years distant.

That is our target, and this is the destruct button.

EGRORIAN: Now, Avon, what do you say?

Perhaps the idea of ruling the galaxy
doesn't seem quite so absurd.

Why are you offering it to us?

Because I want
to see the Federation crushed, Avon,

and you would do it ruthlessly.

With a weapon like that
you can destroy it yourself.

Simply destroying it is not enough.

Nature abhors a vacuum.

It must be replaced
by another command structure.

As leader of the anti-Federation alliance,

you will be in a position
to take over the channels of command,

something of which I have no interest,
let alone ability.

Then what are you getting out of it?

Satisfaction. Revenge.

Do you imagine I wanted

to spend the prime of my years
in this grinding desolation?

No, it was those jealous parvenus
of the Science Board,

resentful of my success and my achievement
who forced me to abscond.

They voted against funding
my tachyon-funnel project,

and so I want to see them brought low,
I want to see them rot!

I can fix that. I'll personally nail them to posts
and send you the pictures.

Thank you, Vila.

EGRORIAN: But when the Federation is broken,
I shall return to Earth to continue my work.

Oh! There's one other thing I'd like from you.

- Yes?
- Orac.

Sorry. That computer is a vital part of our defence.

It keeps us one step ahead of the Federation.

But with the tachyon funnel
you won't need a defence. Come now.

The ultimate computer
in exchange for the ultimate weapon.

Why do you want Orac?

Because I have other projects under development.
It would be an invaluable help.

I've no doubt I could design an Orac myself,

but duplicating the work of others
is a waste of time. I've got much to do.

- Avon, it's got to be a good deal.
- I know.

Listen, all we have to do
is point this thing at somebody's head.

We can have anything we want. Anything!

- Checkmate, Egrorian!
- How dare you!

Checkmate! Checkmate!

Recall the last six moves.

How can you tell the king from the queen?

What? You miserable little cheat!

Can you feel your extensor muscle tearing?

Can you feel your humerus
grating against your radius?

Just a little more, a little more.

Now you're feeling it, aren't you?

All right, Egrorian, it's a deal.

I'm so pleased.

Tarrant, we've got a heat flare
on the ground observation screen.

- It could be the shuttle.
- Or a missile.

Here, keep a scan on.

Sir, your most illustrious colleague, Avon,
wishes to communicate.

Yes, Avon.

Tarrant, we're coming up. Bring the
ship down to rendezvous with us at 300 miles.

On our way.

- It certainly takes some getting used to.
- What does?

Knowing we've finally cracked it.

- All I want now is to find a way of living forever.
- Hmm.

All we have to do
is knock out a few planets for target practice,

then name our own terms.
We can have whatever we want!

- Think of it.
- Yes.

I'll have an imperial palace
with solid diamond floors,

and a bodyguard of a 1,000 handpicked virgins
in red fur uniforms.

Vila's Royal Mounties.

You're dreaming again.

A man has a right to dream.
Anyway, what's to stop us?

I suppose it will get boring
after the first 50 years, eh?

What's the matter with you?

I was thinking about Pinder, and the way he said,

"Pleased to make your acquaintance, ma'am."

Is that worrying you?

Listen, if it'll set your mind at rest,
I never thought you were a woman.

He said it as though it were a phrase
he had been taught.

Maybe Egrorian gives him lessons in etiquette
as well as judo.

Or perhaps he has been taught
that is the way to address a stranger.

Servalan, for instance.

Servalan? She wouldn't do any deals with Egrorian.
He's like us, outside the Federation.

We know how much she would like
to get her hands on Orac.

Not enough to hand us a weapon
like the tachyon funnel.

No. That's why this time, Vila,
I think we have to play this one very cagily.

- It went well, Highness.
- It did not!

That fool of yours made Avon suspicious.

He accepted it as a simple slip of the tongue.

Any slip is dangerous
when one is dealing with Avon.

But he took the bait! He's bringing Orac here.

- After that, my plan is infallible.
- I hope so, Egrorian.

I've waited a long time for this.

His death is a mathematical certainty.
The product of a simple equation.

It would be so easy now
to train the tachyon funnel on Scorpio.

They'd be dead in a millisecond.

But Orac would be destroyed, too.

My scheme gives you possession
of both the computer and the tachyon funnel.

With both, no dream is impossible.

Supreme ruler again, Highness,

with me constantly by your side.

Your most loyal and, dare I say it,

loving consort.

When I regain power you will be well rewarded.

I shall appoint you my Chief Minister for Science.

Servalan, my steel queen, my empress,

the only reward I crave
is a place in your affections.

But you already have that, Egrorian!

Ten years ago I risked my position
to help you continue your work.

And not a day has passed since then
that I have not yearned for the time

when I would be able to repay your trust

by laying all the world and the galaxy at your feet.

Oh, get up!

All I wanted in return

was a little kindness.

So, you want to barter the tachyon funnel
for a partnership.

A connubial partnership, Servalan.

Why not? Alone you are formidable enough,

but together we would stand like mountains.

I have never shared power with anyone.

The tachyon funnel is power,

and I don't have to share it with anyone,
not even you.

But I am a man of generous nature,
especially in matters of the heart.

It will be time enough
to discuss the future, Egrorian,

when you deliver both Orac
and the tachyon funnel.

I, too, can be generous.

But just remember,

I punish failure as quickly

as I reward success.

I could see Avon was out of his depth,

so I said, "Tachyons are particles
that travel faster than light."

- That shook him.
- Oh, I can imagine.

Oh, yes, once he realised he was dealing
with someone who knew a bit about the subject

his manner changed completely.

How does this tachyon funnel actually work, Vila?

- How does it work?
- Yes.

Unless you can grasp the laws of parallel physics,
it's not easy to explain.

I see.
Tell us about the laws of parallel physics, Vila.

Soolin, the only thing you ever grasped was a gun.

Do you want to get brain damage?

The way I see it, if you can understand
parallel physics, anyone can.

Unlike some people around here,
I don't boast about my abilities.

- I keep them hidden.
- You certainly do.

Orac is loaded, Vila. We're ready to go.

Avon, is it really worth losing Orac
for this new weapon?

I don't see that we have a lot of choice.

If we say no deal, Egrorian can destroy this ship
faster than you can snap your fingers.

And how do you guarantee he won't anyway
once you've delivered Orac?

We have no guarantee.

But if he tried that
he must know that we would kill them.

- But you've no guns.
- You haven't seen those two.

They are old and they are decrepit,
especially Pinder.

Vila could handle him on his own.

- Pinder's old?
- Late seventies. Why?

After you'd gone,
I got Orac to do us one last service.

This is a printout from central records,
all that's known about Egrorian.

- Interesting reading?
- Yeah, very interesting.

After he vanished, they started finding the bodies.

- He was never a simple scientist, Avon.
- What was he?

Power mad from his earliest days.

He was at the centre of a conspiracy
to take over the Federation.

This is the man who says he wants to spend
the rest of his life in the advancement of science.

- The other interesting thing is Pinder.
- What about him?

He was a mathematical prodigy apparently.

He was 18 when he disappeared with Egrorian,
10 years ago.

Now I'm not a mathematical prodigy,
but it seems to me that makes him 28.

(Communicator pinging)

Yes?

EGRORIAN: All is well, Highness.
The shuttle has just separated from Scorpio.

Good. I'll be watching on the monitor
when they arrive.

- Is everything prepared?
- Everything.

Including the loading-bay programme?
Has that been checked?

- Yes, Egrorian.
- You're sure, Pinder?

The automatics must work perfectly.

Once they've arrived we shall have no opportunity
to make corrections.

I am sure, Egrorian. Nothing can go wrong.

Nothing can go wrong.
Everything is planned to the last decimal place.

Then why, suddenly, do I feel uneasy?

Somehow, some way, he is going to
double-cross us. His whole history proves it.

- Then let's not give him the chance.
- What's in your mind?

Hit first. We carry Orac in, then jump them.

We break their necks,
grab the tachyon funnel, and out.

He will have thought of that.

We touch that thing before it's disconnected,
it is liable to blow up in our faces.

- Do you have any better ideas?
- Not at the moment.

Then start thinking.
We touch down in four minutes.

The last time we landed,
we came in on the ancillary pad.

The main pad is on the other side of the dome.

So? Nearly all these survival stations
were designed with two pads.

But the main pad is more convenient,
especially when handling cargo.

What are you getting at?

I'm just wondering
if the main pad is already occupied.

That could account for the fact
that we were directed to the ancillary.

Well, if it is you won't see much.
These things kick up far too much dust.

You're thinking of Servalan again.

She is never far from my thoughts.

Tarrant! There's a second ship down there!

What? Are you sure?

Yes, I just picked up a latent heat trace,
and it wasn't from the shuttle.

Then Egrorian's got company.

- Company that arrived before we did.
- The Federation?

Somehow I don't feel that's likely,
not after reading his record.

Look, was his connection with Servalan
mentioned in there?

It was just a rumour at the time.

If it ever got on the record, it's been erased since.
She'd have seen to that.

But you still think she could be behind Egrorian?

If she is, Avon's walking into more trouble
than he's bargained for.

Unarmed, Egrorian.

Admit them.

Hello, Pinder. How's the arm?

Come in, my friends!

Pinder, answer the question.

(Stammering)

Well. Thank you for asking.

Very good. Splendid.

Yes, his arm knitted perfectly
after a few minutes in the therapy chamber.

Goes in there regularly, I suppose.

Naughty boys must be punished,
mustn't they, Pinder?

- Is that Orac?
- It is.

Smaller than I imagined.

Nevertheless, you should have
put it on the cargo loader.

Come and put it over here.

Now, you realise I must satisfy myself
that it is the genuine machine.

Before we do that, I should like to
see the tachyon funnel disconnected.

You really are an excessively cautious person,
and so mistrustful.

That is because Orac has read
your security file on central records.

Disconnect the funnel, Pinder.

Lies!

All lies! Base and perfidious slander!

I never conspired.

I swear this is nothing but a tissue of falsehood

and calumny designed by my enemies
to blacken my reputation.

- If Servalan has read this, I hope she...
- Why do you mention Servalan?

What?

Well, she was the head of Federation
when these fabrications were compiled.

- Didn't you hear she was dead?
- Ah, yes.

But then I was told
she had assumed a new identity.

One never knows what to believe these days.
Anyway, this is...

This is a load of distortion and rubbish,
and when I return to Earth

- I shall hound down those responsible and...
- Break their arms?

I suggest we get on.

Tachyon funnel is disconnected. Place Orac here.

Orac.

What was the subject
of my degree thesis at Belhangria University?

(Machine humming)

Orac, what was the subject of my degree thesis
at Belhangria University?

Your paper E/9/6044

was on particle physics

and dealt specifically
with the properties of rissions.

It was marked Beta-plus, Egrorian.

Only beta-plus, Egrorian?

Pinder, you're to be seen
and not heard, remember?

If Orac has a fault, it is the tendency
to give more information than is requested.

Or less information than requested.

But seldom just the information that is requested.

That degree was subsequently rescinded
for gross misconduct...

That's enough, Orac!

Have you heard enough
or do you want to run another test?

No.

No, I'm satisfied that

the computer does all that is claimed for it.

Pinder, take the funnel down to the cargo loader.

Give him a hand, Vila.

Are you still suspicious, Avon?

A lesser man than myself
might find that offensive.

Pinder doesn't look very strong.
Is he really only 28?

- Alas, yes.
- What happened?

An unfortunate accident.

- You've heard of Hoffal's radiation?
- No.

Ah.

Hoffal had a unique mind.

Over a century ago

he predicted most of the properties
that would be found in neutron material.

- Neutron material?
- Material from a neutron star.

That is a giant sun which has collapsed
and become so tightly compressed

that its electrons and protons combine,
making neutrons.

I don't need a lecture in astrophysics.

When neutrons are subjected
to intense magnetic force

they form Hoffal's radiation.

Poor Pinder was subjected
for less than a millionth of a second.

He aged 50 years in as many seconds.

And my golden-haired stripling...

became a silver-haired dotard.

Sad, isn't it?

But then one,

one has to face such hazards

when exploring new frontiers!

So neutrons are part of the tachyon funnel?

Eight of them form the core of the accelerator.

Your shuttle should be ready by now,
shall we see?

Pinder.

VILA: He's gone for a lie down.
All that walking exhausted him.

Is everything to your satisfaction, Vila?

Everything's ready to go, including me.

There you are, Avon.

Everything is safely stowed aboard

and under the guard of the estimable Vila.

Little morbid sense of humour, hasn't he?

One could become very fond of that young man.

Oh, I'll tell him that.

Please do.

When the Federation is broken,

tell him I'd like to renew our acquaintance
in more pleasant surroundings.

The shuttle's leaving.

Already? Well, I'll be damned.

That means he's got away with it.

Got away with what?

- You mean the tachyon funnel?
- Not just the tachyon funnel.

Mach six and rising.
Damn it, Avon, we've done it, we've done it!

Yes, I really think we have.

I'd have given odds
Egrorian would try to pull something.

- What's the escape velocity of this thing?
- I don't know.

Why don't you ask Orac?

Orac.

I want the names of all those

who compiled central records

file number 15/9/834.

That report was baseless, Highness.

I've asked Orac to identify my traducers.

Don't concern yourself, Egrorian.
I encourage ambition.

I never conspired against you, I swear it!

Orac, acknowledge my instructions.

- I don't understand.
- Remove the key.

You pathetic fool. That isn't Orac!

- Highness, I asked...
- Look at it! It's just a box of flashing lights!

I warned you about Avon, and he still tricked you.
I will kill you for this.

- So what was that we gave to Egrorian?
- Orac, mark two.

Just a replica I made a few months back.

Contingency planning, Vila,
and the contingency arose.

- But the thing worked.
- Well enough to fool Egrorian, anyway.

It was fitted with a voice box and a relay station
so that the real Orac could run it.

You could have got us killed.
Why didn't you tell me?

I didn't want to make you nervous, Vila.
I was nervous enough for the both of us.

ORAC: The escape velocity of this vehicle
is now confirmed at Mach 15.

And unattainable.

What do you mean, "unattainable"?

Mach 15 is unattainable
on the present flight configuration.

There seems to be some problem with the shuttle.

What kind of problem?

The ellipse of the flight path
is three degrees lower than it should be.

- That's something like a mile!
- Damn.

Something's gone wrong.
That shuttle's not going to make it.

A short-range relay, now I see how they worked it.

- A bit late in the day, Egrorian.
- Not so.

It means that Orac is still on board the shuttle.

We'll be able to recover it after the crash.

- Damaged beyond repair, no doubt.
- Dented possibly.

But the lykenic plaques and tarriel cells
are virtually indestructible.

Fire is the only danger...

- and we've assured that that won't happen.
- How?

The shuttle will run out of fuel
in 20 minutes from now.

It will hit the ground in a marshy area

some 207 miles west of here.

At the calculated impact speed of 390 knots

it will bury itself completely.

There won't be a fire.

And you say both Orac
and the tachyon funnel can survive such a crash?

Yes, even the shuttle will be reusable
after a few repairs.

Avon and Vila won't survive, of course.

They'll be jellified.

- This had better work.
- Have you cleared the governors?

I think so. Try it now.

Switching to manual.
Maximum power on all drives.

Look, Egrorian.

They've broken the auto control
and switched to manual. We've allowed for that.

So, they've realised the danger they're in.

They'd be poor space pilots if they hadn't realised
something was wrong by now.

What a pity we haven't a link with the shuttle.

Yes, it is unfortunate. It's never been necessary.

PINDER: 12.5 minutes, Egrorian.

I should like to be able to see Avon.

What's the position now, Orac?

Escape velocity still unattainable.

Elapsed flight time; 9 minutes.
Remaining flight time; 12 minutes.

- Twelve minutes?
- Fuel.

It's no good.
We're not going to get out of this one.

- Egrorian set us up.
- Yes, but how? How did he do it?

Avon, we're going to die.

Look, we've got to help them, Tarrant,
we must do something!

There's nothing we can do, Dayna, nothing at all.

Couldn't we make an intercept?

In the atmosphere, with a shuttle at full drive?

We have to be stationary for a docking.

Look, I'll go down with the bracelets
and we can teleport back.

Between two fast moving points? It's not possible.

You'd slip out of the beam and be vaporised.

Even assuming we could set up
first-line coordinate, which we couldn't.

- But there must be something we can do.
- Suggest something!

- Go back to close orbit.
- And what will that achieve?

I don't know.

But it can't be any less than we'll achieve
by sitting here.

ORAC: Remaining flight time; 10 minutes.

And another five minutes before we hit.
How do you spend your last 15 minutes?

Working. Working like
we have never worked before, Vila.

It's gravity that is holding us, right?

We haven't enough engine power to lift us free.

We must lighten the load somehow.

We'll have to strip this shuttle down to its frame.
Come on!

- Where do we start?
- You start in the cargo hold, I'll start up here.

We have to jettison every last nut and bolt.
Now, Vila!

Where are you going, Pinder?

To check with the main computer, Egrorian.

Well? What do you say?

Please, may I be excused?

Very well, run along.

Pinder worries too much.

He's always checking and re-checking the figures.

They're now 64 miles high
and eight minutes flight left.

Exactly as calculated.

Egrorian, I've been doing
some calculations of my own.

Now...

I came in a small L-type cruiser,
which has a low fuel margin

and is designed only for a crew of two.

Two.

I know the specification.

There will be no room for Pinder.

- You mean Pinder must be abandoned.
- Exactly.

So be it.

After ten years, quel dommage.

Egrorian.

The shuttle has deviated
from your predicted course by five degrees.

What? That's impossible!

The main computer confirms the figures.

- Do you have to get rid of that?
- What use is it to us now?

Stand back!

Now what? There's nothing left to throw out.

Let's check with Orac. Come on!

What's the position now, Orac?

Remaining flight time;
five minutes and 40 seconds.

How much more weight must we lose
before we can achieve escape velocity?

- 70 kilos, Avon.
- Only 70 kilos.

Vila, strip off the insulation material
in the cargo hold.

Vila!

- But that's plastic. It weighs nothing.
- Get rid of it anyway.

- A kilo and a half if we're lucky.
- Do it! We've got five minutes.

Not enough. Not nearly enough.
Damn it, what weighs seventy kilos?

Vila weighs 73 kilos, Avon.

Vila.

Vila?

Vila?

Vila?

Vila.

Vila, are you here?

I need your help.

Vila, I know you're here. Come out.

Vila, I know how they did it, but I need your help.

Please help me.

Plastic. High tensile plastic.

Vila?

Couldn't possibly be that heavy.

Unless there's something imbedded in it,
and there isn't.

Unless it's very tiny
in which case it wouldn't have...

the weight!

Vila, I really do know how they did it!

It's a speck of neutron material,
but I need your help to shift it.

Vila, help me.
Vila, you have got to help me, come on!

Vila! Vila, where are you?

(Grunting)

Remaining flight time;
two minutes and 30 seconds.

I know. I know!

How! How! There was no way for them to escape!

But they have, Egrorian!

You and your foolproof plan!

- Highness.
- You have failed me, Egrorian.

I told you I punish failure.

Highness, no.

No.

I'll leave you to remember what might have been.

No, no, no.

Servalan, you can't leave me.

I served you well!

You can't abandon me.

You were ready to abandon me, Egrorian.

You and Servalan, planning to leave me

after 10 years, 60 of mine!

Pinder?

Red is dead, remember?

What are you doing?

I've reversed the fields!

No, don't be a fool!

Hoffal's radiation, Egrorian!

Hoffal!

A neutron star?

A microscopic fragment of one.

It's the only possible explanation.
It was unbelievably heavy.

So how could Egrorian have planted it aboard?

He must have reprogrammed
that automatic landing bay of his.

And you moved it on your own?

- I couldn't find Vila.
- I'm glad about that.

- Pity about the tachyon funnel, though.
- We had no choice.

It's a trip I won't forget, Avon.

Well, as you always say, Vila,

you know you are safe with me.