|Blake: You never knew the location of Star One?|
Docholli: I was a surgeon, Blake. I thought if I kept out of Federation politics --
Travis: Docholli! My arm. You've got to fix it.
|Avon: Play, Vila.|
Avon: Orac'll give you the moves.
|Docholli: And that's when I decided to run for it. I faked the operation on the last of my victims. Ah! [Opens arm up.] What the devil?|
|Vila and Avon grab their winnings|
|Krantor: I don't understand, Toise. What happened?|
Toise: What happened?! I'll tell you what happened, Krantor -- you blew it!
|[Chenie enters the loading bay with a man in space gear.]|
Chenie: What's going on?
Docholli: It's all right, Chenie. They're friends. They're friends.
|Blake: Vila, I don't like that innocent look. What have you
two been up to whilst we've been away?|
Vila: Me? Nothing. Had a little sleep.
Avon: Played a little chess.
Vila: Played a little chess.
|Avon: And that's all.
[They exchange glances, then look back at Orac (still small).
They turn to Blake. Sound as Orac changes back to full size.]|
Vila: That's right, Blake. We had a real quiet time.
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