Director: George Spenton-Foster
(c) 1978 by the British Broadcasting Corporation. Series created by Terry Nation. This is a partial dialogue transcript for research purposes and is not for sale under any circumstances. Format (c) 1993 by Susan Clerc and Micky DuPree.
Dramatis Personae:
| Roj Blake | Gareth Thomas |
| Jenna Stannis | Sally Knyvette |
| Kerr Avon | Paul Darrow |
| Cally | Jan Chappell |
| Vila Restal | Michael Keating |
| Olag Gan | David Jackson |
| Zen | Peter Tuddenham |
| Orac | Peter Tuddenham |
| Travis | Brian Croucher |
| Servalan | Jacqueline Pearce |
| Clonemaster Fen | Kathleen Byron |
| Coser | John Bennett |
| Carnell | Scott Fredericks |
| Rashel | Candace Glendenning |
| Officer | Graham Simpson |
| Clone Blake 1 | Gareth Thomas |
| Clone Blake 2 | Gareth Thomas |
| Voice on Intercom | ? |
| Walk-ons: | |
| Harry Fielder | Reg Turner |
| Bob Smythe |
NOTE: _____ indicates an unintelligible word or phrase.
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[A space capsule explodes on planet surface. Coser and Rashel watch from
behind some high grass]
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| COSER | Now, even if Security trace us to this planet, they'll
assume the ship crashed and we died in the explosion. Did you
hear what I said?
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| RASHEL | Yes.
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| COSER | Well?
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| RASHEL | It's a very clever plan, sir.
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| COSER | I wish it were. Should've planned more carefully. And don't
call me, sir. You're not a slave anymore. You're with me
now. I set you free.
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| RASHEL | Yes.
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| COSER | Got to find somewhere to hide. Follow me. [A large, two-tiered reception chamber. The upper tier in the background is connected by a flight of stairs to the main level. Panels serve as a low wall supporting the upper tier. Travis stands on the main level. Blake Clone 1 enters on the upper tier and walks down the stairs. He stands across from Travis, who raises his gun arm and takes aim. The wall panels, which have been yellow and green till now, flush red]
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| CLONE | No! [Drops to his knees] Please!
[Travis shoots. Mist pours down the stairs and the walls turn white.
Clonemaster Fen descends the stairs amid mist and music. She stops by
the dead Clone]
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| FEN | Why did you kill him?
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| TRAVIS | That's no concern of yours. You've been paid.
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| FEN | Not for this.
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| TRAVIS | For whatever I choose.
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| FEN | You're a sad man, Travis. Life must have reverence.
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| TRAVIS | Now. I want the other one.
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| FEN | No.
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| TRAVIS | Get the other one.
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| FEN | You know better than this.
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| TRAVIS | Do I?
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| FEN | The Federation does not protect us out of altruism. They
know our value and our threat.
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| TRAVIS | You flatter yourselves.
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| FEN | Do we?
[Clone 2 enters on the upper tier, sees dead clone] [Exterior shot of Liberator] [Flight deck]
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| AVON | Where's Blake?
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| JENNA | I have no idea. Why ask me?
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| AVON | Because I thought you might know.
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| JENNA | Well, I don't.
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| CALLY | He's gone to have a rest.
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| AVON | I see. Orac has just come up with the computation and attack
strategy that he asked for. [Holds up a data card]
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| GAN | What attack strategy?
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| AVON | Exactly. Another of Blake's little schemes he hasn't thought
fit to tell us about. You are not going to believe the
target he has in mind. [O.O.V. He tosses the card down]
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| CALLY | The Federation Weapons Development Base?
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| AVON | That's right.
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| JENNA | [Inspects the card] He obviously thought fit to tell someone
about it.
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| CALLY | Well, not exactly. I suggested it to him.
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| JENNA | You suggested it to him? That's very keen of you.
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| VILA | Why didn't you suggest it to us?
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| CALLY | Because I knew how you'd react.
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| AVON | Auron may be different, Cally, but on Earth it is considered
ill-mannered to kill your friends while committing suicide.
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| GAN | Why that base, Cally?
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| CALLY | Sooner or later, Blake is going to attack Federation Central
Control on Earth itself.
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| VILA | Later. Much later.
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| AVON | And alone, probably.
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| JENNA | I doubt that.
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| GAN | He wouldn't be alone if you just left him, Avon.
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| AVON | You would stay with him?
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| GAN | Yes.
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| AVON | [Smiles] Virtually alone, then.
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| CALLY | And for that attack we shall need all the weapons we can get.
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| BLAKE | [Enters] And where better to get them than the Weapons
Development Base?
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| AVON | According to Orac, almost anywhere. [Coser and Rashel walk through the installation grounds]
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| COSER | What do you suppose happened?
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| RASHEL | People must have left.
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| COSER | I can see that, but why did they leave? This isn't a
Federation colony planet, so who were they anyway?
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| RASHEL | Perhaps they were free.
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| COSER | They probably were. So?
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| RASHEL | That's why they left.
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| COSER | Is there anyone there? Hello?
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| RASHEL | They must have been free.
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| COSER | Well, at least we can hide here.
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| RASHEL | Don't you see?
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| COSER | I should have known better. A labor-grade slave. You're
pathetic. [Reception chamber]
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| SERVALAN | Travis, you are pathetic.
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| TRAVIS | If you say so.
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| SERVALAN | Of all the cripple-brained idiots.
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| TRAVIS | Me -- or you?
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| SERVALAN | What did you say?
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| TRAVIS | You're angry, Supreme Commander. Surprised by what I did.
[Grasps Servalan by the throat] You devious- You always
have been devious. You knew what would happen.
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| SERVALAN | Take your hand off me.
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| TRAVIS | You knew if it was Blake I'd kill him. I'd have to kill him.
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| SERVALAN | You'll rot in a slave pit on Ursa Prime, Travis.
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| TRAVIS | We didn't need two, but you insisted. That's why: so you
could test one of them on me. You used me like some automatic
fault tracer.
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| SERVALAN | [Hits away his hand] And you functioned beautifully. There
are no faults. The remaining clone is perfect. Even Blake
himself couldn't tell the difference. Our problem now is to
persuade the Clonemasters to let us use him.
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| TRAVIS | And the slave pits?
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| SERVALAN | When you're of no further use to me, Travis.
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| TRAVIS | Honesty, at last. A mark of contempt?
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| SERVALAN | Or respect. A man might see it as respect. You would have --
once. [Flight deck]
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| BLAKE | What do you think, Jenna?
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| AVON | I think the basic idea was stupid.
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| BLAKE | No, the idea was logical enough. Jenna?
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| JENNA | A lot more logical than this makes it seem.
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| AVON | It is a triple-A security installation.
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| VILA | We have got into those before.
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| AVON | Usually with your screams of protest ringing in our ears. Are
you telling me that you're in favor of this idea?
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| VILA | No, not exactly, I just don't think it's stupid. Perhaps
-- maybe I'm on your side, Cally.
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| BLAKE | It's not a question of sides, Vila.
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| AVON | No, it's a question of intelligence, so your opinion has
very little relevance. Blake, almost by definition, the Weapons
Development Base must be one of the best defended installations
in the Federation.
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| BLAKE | Agreed. Even so.
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| JENNA | Still doesn't explain this. [Waves the data card]
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| GAN | Here we are. [Enters carrying Orac] He wasn't very happy at
being interrupted.
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| BLAKE | I'll apologize later. Orac, your information on the Weapons
Development Base is unsatisfactory.
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| ORAC | Define unsatisfactory.
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| BLAKE | I was about to. Your strategic computations start from the
premise that the base is on maximum security alert.
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| ORAC | Computer communications traffic indicates that it is.
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| JENNA | Not permanently?
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| ORAC | It is not a practice drill.
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| CALLY | So what is it?
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| ORAC | Clearly, some occurrence which is a real or apparent threat.
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| JENNA | Thank you, Orac. I'm sure we'd have never worked that out for
ourselves.
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| ORAC | It is therefore the case that security in the immediate
future will be sensitive and alert.
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| BLAKE | A fact to be included in strategic computations. Moral:
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| AVON | Never argue with a computer.
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| BLAKE | Right.
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| GAN | What was the cause of the alert?
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| VILA | Obviously somebody broke in.
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| CALLY | Or out.
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| BLAKE | [Looks at her and then back to Orac] Which is it, Orac?
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| ORAC | That information is not immediately available.
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| BLAKE | Well, can you get it?
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| ORAC | It has no bearing on the problem.
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| BLAKE | Can you get it?
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| ORAC | Eventually.
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| BLAKE | How long is eventually?
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| ORAC | It will require time and resources far in excess of the
value of the information.
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| BLAKE | Well, get it anyway. I want the reason for that alert.
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| ORAC | Very well. I will report -- in due course.
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| GAN | That doesn't sound very promising. Someone must have made an
attack on the base.
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| VILA | Who'd be stupid enough to do that?
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| AVON | [Snaps his fingers] Justify "stupid."
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| GAN | I mean, they wouldn't have called a maximum alert if someone
had just deserted.
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| BLAKE | Zen, put the navigation computers on-line.
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| ZEN | Confirmed. Computers on-line.
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| BLAKE | Assume a fugitive from the Weapons Development Base, and a
stolen ship capable of one-man operation. Assume no outside
help. Where would he go? Orac, I want a series of options
rated according to probability. Oh, and one more assumption:
when he left, he took with him something secret and valuable.
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| AVON | So secret and so valuable, that the base went to maximum alert. [An abandoned messroom at the installation. Three black rats feed on crumbs on a white table. Tables and chairs in disarray fill the room. Cobwebs cling to the walls. Rashel enters alone]
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| COSER | [O.O.V.] Rashel. Rashel, where are you? [Enters]
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| RASHEL | I'm here.
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| COSER | Don't wander off like that.
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| RASHEL | No, sir. I think this was a messroom. We could be comfortable
in here. [She starts arranging chairs]
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| COSER | Filthy.
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| RASHEL | I'll clean it up. It'll be fine, you'll see.
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| COSER | Fine for you, maybe. Probably not much worse than what you're
used to.
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| RASHEL | Please, rest. You're tired. I'll make us some food. You'll
feel better then.
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| COSER | [Shouts] I feel fine now! [Throws furniture] You dare
treat me like a stupid child!
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| RASHEL | I'm sorry. I was just trying to please you, sir.
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| COSER | And don't call me sir. That's what THEY always wanted. "Yes,
sir." "Of course, sir." "At once, sir." They treat you like
dirt, patronize you. Doesn't really matter. You get used to
it. I mean, I didn't really care about that. [Pounds on the
table] Are you listening to me?
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| RASHEL | Yes, sir.
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| COSER | They were trying to take the credit for my work. They were
going to steal it right in front of me. As though I were so
unimportant or stupid they didn't even have to pretend it
wasn't happening. That's what really made me angry -- the
contempt they had for me. Well, they can think again now. Just
wait till senior echelon hears about this. They'll remember my
name then. [Reception chamber]
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| TRAVIS | When?
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| SERVALAN | You don't hurry a Clonemaster.
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| TRAVIS | Out of respect, Supreme Commander?
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| SERVALAN | They are a little awesome.
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| TRAVIS | Reverence? I wouldn't have thought you capable of it.
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| SERVALAN | I'm capable of taking the one thing you have left if you
persist with your impertinence, Travis.
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| TRAVIS | My visits to the retraining therapist have left me ...
I don't know. Is there anything of value that remains to me?
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| SERVALAN | [Runs her hand up his chest] Blake's death.
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| TRAVIS | I meant no impudence, Supreme Commander.
[Fen descends the stairs amid mist and music as Servalan and Travis talk]
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| SERVALAN | The Clonemasters are awesome, Travis, because they have
ultimate power. They can create life, and in whatever form
they wish.
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| TRAVIS | As can a number of Federation biologists even today. Cloning's
been known for centuries, but was abandoned because it was
inefficient and tended towards genetic stagnation.
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| FEN | [Stands across from them] I fear you are both mistaken.
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| SERVALAN | [Bows] Clonemaster Fen.
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| FEN | [Inclines her head] Servalan. It was never abandoned, Travis.
The leaders feared its potential as a weapon. But a weapon once
created cannot be abandoned. It can only be contained. And so
they entrusted it to us. And we cannot create life in any form
we wish. That would violate the Rule of Life.
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| TRAVIS | Power usually makes its own rules.
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| FEN | My predecessor believed in the Rule of Life. When the time
came, a single cell was taken from her and stimulated into
growth. The child was identical in every way to the child
that she had once been. She brought it up, taught it, trained
it -- so that when that child became a woman, she not only
looked like my predecessor, she thought like her. And like
her, I believe in the Rule of Life.
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| SERVALAN | You were cloned. I did not realize that.
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| FEN | All the Clonemasters are themselves cloned. All are identical
to the original group that came to this planet.
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| SERVALAN | And are trusted for the same reasons they were trusted.
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| TRAVIS | Belief in the Rule of Life .... What about an enemy who
doesn't believe in it? What's to stop him cloning a whole army
of fanatics to move in against us?
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| FEN | Nothing. But if it happened the Rule of Life is clear. We
would help you.
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| SERVALAN | The weapon is ours, and safe because it guards itself.
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| FEN | Precisely so. [The room darkens and the color of the light
vascillates] It responds to mood.
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| TRAVIS | Whose in particular?
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| FEN | Like most of our city, this room lives; a vegetable
biologically adapted but living and growing -- and all life,
Travis, is linked. [Laces her fingers] That is the basis of
the Rule of Life.
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| SERVALAN | Clonemaster Fen, I must ask you about Blake. [Fen raises a hand and Clone 2 enters on the upper tier] |
| CLONE 2 | [Bows to Fen] Master. Lady. Sir.
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| SERVALAN | He's very polite.
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| FEN | He is not a clone in the true sense.
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| SERVALAN | But he is a man? |
| CLONE 2 | Oh, yes, he is.
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| FEN | You sent us Blake's DNA identity profile. >From that we
deduced a full genetic pattern and created this man, whole and
adult as you see him.
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| TRAVIS | Doesn't that violate your Rule of Life?
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| FEN | We may copy life. We may not create new forms. This man is a
copy of Blake, a physical copy only, because he was not grown
from a cell taken from Blake. And since he has not Blake's
experiences, he cannot be Blake. We have given him some
background knowledge, the beginnings of identity, and the
basis of understanding.
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| TRAVIS | I see. [To Clone 2] What's your name? |
| CLONE 2 | Roj Blake. What's yours?
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| TRAVIS | How old are you? |
| CLONE 2 | Thirty-four.
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| FEN | When were you born? |
| CLONE 2 | Five hours ago, Master. [Bows to her]
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| SERVALAN | Diverting idea. [To Clonemaster Fen] The Federation needs
this man.
[A Federation guard signals from a doorway on a sunken tier and Travis goes
over to talk to him]
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| FEN | I know. That is why we agreed to create them.
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| SERVALAN | Space Commander Travis bitterly regrets what happened. It was
the action of a dedicated officer taken by surprise.
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| FEN | Does he always kill when taken by surprise?
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| TRAVIS | Supreme Commander.
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| SERVALAN | [To Fen] Forgive me. [To Travis] What is it?
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| TRAVIS | This just came in on the command ship security band. [Shows
her the message brought by the guard]
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| SERVALAN | Take one of the escort ships and get back to Headquarters
immediately. I want to know how this happened and why, Travis.
And I want the man Coser found.
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| TRAVIS | Right.
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| SERVALAN | When I've dealt with this tiresome female, I'll follow. I
shall expect you to have the answers by the time I return. Now
go.
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| TRAVIS | Supreme Commander. [Leaves]
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| SERVALAN | You are right, Clonemaster Fen. Travis's behavior was
unpardonable. I have ordered him back to my headquarters with
instructions to place himself under arrest pending immediate
court martial proceedings. I trust this is in accordance with
the Rule of Life.
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| FEN | You understand the Rule of Life, Servalan. Almost as
thoroughly as you understand -- trust. [Leaves] [Exterior shot of Liberator] [Flight deck]
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| BLAKE | So -- something called IMIPAK is missing, together with
a Beta class weapons technician named Coser.
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| ORAC | That IS what I said.
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| BLAKE | You also said the information would be virtually impossible
to obtain.
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| ORAC | It would have been, but I picked up a command ship security
band for which you already have the code.
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| BLAKE | Fortunate coincidence.
|
| ORAC | Not really. When you obtained the code, you did instruct me
to monitor command ship frequencies and pass relevant data to
the battle computers.
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| JENNA | Do you know who the message was for?
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| ORAC | No. It was a priority one - for automatic relay to the
senior officer present.
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| BLAKE | Orac, I want more information. I want to know everything
there is to know about this man Coser; I want to know how he
got out of the base; and I want to know what IMIPAK is.
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| ORAC | I am unlikely to be able-
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| BLAKE | [Overlapping and interrupting] To be able to get that
information, yes, I know. Maybe you'll get lucky again.
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| ORAC | There is no rational basis for the concept you call luck.
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| BLAKE | Oh, just get on with it. [Disconnects]
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| JENNA | Maybe IMIPAK is another Orac. If we captured it perhaps
we could breed from them.
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| BLAKE | What a disgusting idea.
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| JENNA | [Smiles] Well, despite Orac's lucky eavesdropping, we're not
much wiser, are we?
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| BLAKE | Coser's only a Beta class weapons technician, so he's not
important enough to have caused all this fuss.
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| JENNA | So it must be IMIPAK.
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| BLAKE | And logically, IMIPAK must be a weapon and logically, Coser
must have it.
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| JENNA | But we're no closer to finding either of them.
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| BLAKE | All right, let's get closer. Zen, what's the flight time
to the maximum security space zone?
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| ZEN | Fifteen hours.
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| JENNA | If we're careful.
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| BLAKE | By all means, let's be careful. [Messroom. It is night-time. Rashel and Coser sit at a table on which are two box-shaped lights]
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| COSER | This place gives the creeps.
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| RASHEL | It is very quiet.
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| COSER | Something wrong with it. Something here. Don't you feel it?
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| RASHEL | No.
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| COSER | Listen.
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| RASHEL | What is it?
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| COSER | Shhh. Listen. Did you hear it? Sort of slithering noise.
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| RASHEL | I can't hear anything.
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| COSER | You think I'm imagining it, don't you?
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| RASHEL | Perhaps it was a rat.
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| COSER | A rat.
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| RASHEL | Rats are very clever. They go everywhere that people go. On
all the colonized planets there are rats, did you know that?
I heard a freighter pilot telling someone about it. Oh dear.
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| COSER | What's the matter?
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| RASHEL | Bond slaves aren't supposed to listen to the conversations
of the free grades.
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| COSER | Not likely to report you, am I?
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| RASHEL | I'm sorry.
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| COSER | Still, I know what you mean. Beta-grade technicians aren't
supposed to be clever enough to develop a weapon like
IMIPAK, only I did.
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| RASHEL | Were they going to punish you? A disobedient slave can be
modified.
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| COSER | Did you hear it that time? It's coming from over there [He
points to the door. Rashel picks up a light and leaves to
investigate the hall] What are you doing? Don't do that!
Rashel! Rashel, come back here! Come back here do you - Rashel!
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| RASHEL | [Re-enters from the hall] It must have been a rat.
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| COSER | [Pulls her by her arm and pushes her across the room. Shouts]
_____ I'll kill you, do you hear?
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| RASHEL | Yes.
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| COSER | I'll kill you! [Servalan's office. Servalan's temper rises throughout the exchange with Travis]
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| SERVALAN | Dead?
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| TRAVIS | All dead. Everyone connected with the project. And judging by
what's left of them, he used IMIPAK to do it.
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| SERVALAN | Well, that's some consolation, I suppose. At least we know it
works.
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| TRAVIS | At the moment, that's all we do know.
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| SERVALAN | What?
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| TRAVIS | He destroyed all recorded data and took the prototype with him.
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| SERVALAN | And security?
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| TRAVIS | Taken by surprise.
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| SERVALAN | "Taken by surprise"?
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| TRAVIS | It seems this man Coser is brighter than his grade
classification would suggest.
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| SERVALAN | I assume the security commander is under arrest.
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| TRAVIS | He was.
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| SERVALAN | "Was"?
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| TRAVIS | He died -- under interrogation. You said you wanted quick
results!
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| SERVALAN | Was he implicated?
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| TRAVIS | No.
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| SERVALAN | Unfortunate.
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| TRAVIS | Why?
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| SERVALAN | He might have told us where Coser is.
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| TRAVIS | The computers have narrowed it down. There are only four
planets he could have reached.
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| SERVALAN | That's not quite narrow enough, Travis.
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| TRAVIS | I've assigned aerial survey teams. We'll find his ship soon.
And when we do, I shall need more men.
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| SERVALAN | Regular troops?
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| TRAVIS | Yes, as many as possible.
|
| SERVALAN | To search for a dangerous psychopath with a highly effective
secret weapon?
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| TRAVIS | Some losses are inevitable!
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| SERVALAN | Losses?!? Travis, have you no sense of proportion at all?
|
| TRAVIS | What?
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| SERVALAN | If he's cornered, he might destroy the weapon.
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| TRAVIS | I should have realized.
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| SERVALAN | I don't find stupidity amusing, Travis.
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| TRAVIS | No.
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| SERVALAN | Are we certain he wasn't met by any other ships?
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| TRAVIS | As certain as we can be. I've had the four planets seeded to
make certain it doesn't happen now.
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| SERVALAN | Not TOO obviously, I hope. If there are others involved,
I don't want them frightened off.
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| TRAVIS | Small proximity mines in random orbit. Virtually
undetectable until they explode.
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| SERVALAN | Very well. [Picks up a red plastic flower] Keep me informed.
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| TRAVIS | You do have Blake's clone, Supreme Commander?
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| SERVALAN | Of course, Travis.
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| TRAVIS | Well, if he's to be of any use to us, his training should
begin as soon as possible.
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| SERVALAN | It already has, Travis.
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| TRAVIS | Of course, Supreme Commander. [Leaves]
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| SERVALAN | [Presses a button on the intercom console and the walls are
suffused by pastel lights, then speaks into the intercom]
Send in Carnell.
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| CARNELL | [Enters and notes color changes] Supreme Commander.
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| SERVALAN | It's going wrong, Carnell.
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| CARNELL | Wrong? Ma'am, I'm mortified by your lack of confidence.
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| SERVALAN | If I lose Coser -- and his invention -- mortified is
exactly what you'll be.
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| CARNELL | I realize that.
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| SERVALAN | So long as you do.
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| CARNELL | A brilliant psychostrategist like me? Come now, Supreme
Commander. How would I not?
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| SERVALAN | Carnell...[She walks from her desk, around the back of his
chair to the other side]
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| CARNELL | Yes, Supreme Commander?
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| SERVALAN | [Runs her hand down his chest] You miscalculated Coser's
breakdown.
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| CARNELL | He went a little sooner, that's all. The rest will be on
schedule. You'll get IMIPAK. And when you do, no one will
realize you've got it, because everyone else involved will
either be dead or running away.[Grasps her hand but
she walks away]
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| SERVALAN | Except you.
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| CARNELL | Should I be nervous?
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| SERVALAN | [Picks up the flower and smiles] Oh, you're the strategist --
you tell me. [Flight deck]
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| BLAKE | [Draws on the main screen by remote] Zen's best guess is that
he's here. Offers?
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| GAN | Let's go and get him.
|
| AVON | Gung ho.
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| VILA | You go and get him. We're already too close to the security
zone for my taste.
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| BLAKE | Jenna?
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| JENNA | If we know he's there, chances are Federation Security
know it, too.
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| CALLY | Zen may have been wrong.
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| AVON | In which case going there would be safe but pointless.
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| VILA | Now that I wouldn't object to.
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| JENNA | Be quiet, Vila.
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| VILA | Why ask my opinion in the first place?
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| CALLY | Actually, nobody did.
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| VILA | That's the last time I stand up for you.
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| BLAKE | Avon?
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| AVON | I think we should go and get him. Always assuming that he is
there, and Federation Security are not.
|
| JENNA | [Smiles] Gung ho? [Blake smiles]
|
| AVON | We do not know what IMIPAK is.
|
| BLAKE | Exactly. The least we've got to do is find out what it does.
|
| VILA | Why have we? I can live without it.
|
| BLAKE | It's just conceivable that you can't.
|
| AVON | Unless of course you want your last words to be, "So THAT'S
IMIPAK."
|
| VILA | I think my brain must be furring up.
|
| GAN | IMIPAK might be something they can use against us, Vila.
|
| VILA | Only if it can run faster than we can.
|
| BLAKE | Jenna, set a course for that planet.
|
| JENNA | I already have.
|
| BLAKE | Zen, put the battle computers on-line.
|
| ZEN | Confirmed.
|
| BLAKE | Full range on the detectors, constant scan.
|
| VILA | Absolutely.
|
| BLAKE | Right. [Zips up his collar] Let's see what we're going to do
when we get there. [Servalan's office. The intercom chimes]
|
| SERVALAN | [Into intercom]: Yes, Travis?
|
| TRAVIS | [Face appears on intercom screen visible next to Servalan]
We found his ship - it looks to have crashed and blown up.
|
| SERVALAN | Wait. [Clicks off the intercom and turns to Carnell] Carnell?
|
| CARNELL | [Playing with a hand-held chess computer] It's a ruse. He
landed first, then blew up the ship.
|
| SERVALAN | Leaving himself no means of escape?
|
| CARNELL | Guilt. Symbolic suicide.
|
| SERVALAN | What?
|
| CARNELL | It fits his personality. Checkmate. Six times in a row I've
beaten it. Supposed to be the best chess computer available.
Cost me a fortune. I don't suppose you'd care to discuss my
fee at this particular point, would you?
|
| SERVALAN | [Smiles] No.
|
| CARNELL | Oh.
|
| SERVALAN | Why are you so certain he isn't dead?
|
| CARNELL | He's too good a pilot to have lost control that close to the
ground.
|
| SERVALAN | You don't know how close to the ground he was.
|
| CARNELL | They identified the remains of the ship. If he'd lost it in
the descent from primary orbit, there'd be nothing left to
find, let alone identify. Therefore, he was close and slow
when it happened. Therefore, it didn't happen.
|
| SERVALAN | You're very plausible.
|
| CARNELL | I'm very good, Supreme Commander, believe me. I've taken
everyone and everything into consideration. It's all as
predictable as that very expensive chess machine.
|
| SERVALAN | [Into intercom] Travis, I want three pursuit ships ready for
immediate launch. And I want all in the vicinity of that
planet recalled.
|
| TRAVIS | [Visible on screen] Recalled?
|
| SERVALAN | That's what I said.
|
| TRAVIS | [Visible on screen] May I ask why?
|
| SERVALAN | No, you may not. [Clicks off the intercom and turns back toward
Carnell] You'd better be right.
|
| CARNELL | By now Coser is completely psychotic. It won't strike him as
remotely odd that a folk hero he admires so much arrives out
of nowhere. And when a second Blake turns up, he probably
won't even notice. He's a very sick man. He shouldn't be
totally alone as he is. It's awfully bad for his health. [Messroom. Rashel awakens Coser]
|
| COSER | What? What's the matter?
|
| RASHEL | Shhh. Listen.
[Squeaking rodent sounds in the hall]
|
| COSER | One of your clever rats wasn't clever enough.
|
| RASHEL | What do you think's out there?
|
| COSER | How should I know? I don't care as long as it stays there.
|
| RASHEL | Listen. [Growling noises in the hall] Look. [A shadow is
visible at the door window]
|
| COSER | Quiet.
|
| RASHEL | Is it gone?
[The shadow is growling and scratching at the door, trying to get in]
|
| COSER | Listen. [More growling and scratching. It stops] Quickly!
[They barricade the door with tables and chairs] [Servalan's office]
|
| OFFICER | [Enters carrying a folder] Supreme Commander?
|
| CARNELL | [Appears from the left and looks out the window at the
starfield] Almost the only thing I never find boring:
contemplating the infinite. Is there something I can do for you?
|
| OFFICER | I was to report to the Supreme Commander, sir.
|
| CARNELL | Too late, I fear. She's already on her way. "To what?" do I
hear you ask?
|
| OFFICER | No, sir.
|
| CARNELL | Excellent. It was a trick question. Always remember, the
Officer Corps will forgive anything it can understand. Which
makes intelligence about the only sin.
|
| OFFICER | Have I your leave to go, sir?
|
| CARNELL | What did you want to see the Supreme Commander about? Or am
I being indiscreet?
|
| OFFICER | I have a report for her. [Carnell puts out his hand for the
report folder] It's confidential.
|
| CARNELL | >From an official psychostrategist?
|
| OFFICER | You're a Puppeteer?
|
| CARNELL | Do they still call us that? I never really felt that did me
justice.
|
| OFFICER | My apologies, sir; I meant no offense.
|
| CARNELL | I was offensive. Why shouldn't you be?
|
| OFFICER | Sir?
|
| CARNELL | Give me the report. [Flips the folder open and closes it] Do
you play chess?
|
| OFFICER | A little, sir.
|
| CARNELL | [Hands him the chess computer] Take it, it's yours.
|
| OFFICER | [Accepts] Thank you, sir.
|
| CARNELL | A small return for saving my life. But then it's all I own.
You have my leave to go now. [Officer leaves] And the other
mistake I made was not getting an advance on my fee. [Messroom]
|
| COSER | Here, wake up.
|
| RASHEL | What is it? Has it gone?
[They walk over to the door]
|
| COSER | Shh. [Thumps the door. No response] Nocturnal predator. Seems
to have gone. Help me with this. [They move the barricade] Not
too far, just in case. Get ready to shove it closed again.
|
| RASHEL | Ready.
|
| COSER | [Leans out to check hall, re-enters] It's gone.
|
| RASHEL | I wonder what it was?
|
| COSER | I think I'd rather not know.
[A giant claw bursts through the door window and attacks Rashel]
|
| RASHEL | Coser! Coser, help me!
|
| COSER | [Assembles the IMIPAK projector] Still! Keep still! Keep flat
and still!
[Fires the projector. A reddish circle appears on the claw]
|
| RASHEL | It's still alive!
|
| COSER | I haven't told it it's dead yet. [Picks up a blue box -- the
IMIPAK key -- presses buttons, the claw oozes liquid and
withdraws. Coser and Rashel inspect the remains] What do you
think of that? Not bad, Coser, not bad. For a Beta grade, not
bad. I invented that death. It's called IMIPAK. [Daytime. Clone 2 walks through the compound. He zips his shirt collar and enters the building] [Messroom. Coser and Rashel are packing boxes]
|
| COSER | This time, I'll pick the place. Somewhere with a strong door.
|
| RASHEL | Perhaps that creature drove the people away.
|
| COSER | I doubt it. Raw materials ran out more like.
|
| RASHEL | Perhaps that was the only one.
|
| COSER | Perhaps, perhaps! Just get on with it, will you?!
|
| RASHEL | Stop treating me like a bond slave! [Coser picks up the projector] You set me free. |
| CLONE 2 | [O.O.V.] Coser. [Enters] I am not armed.
|
| COSER | I know you. You're Blake. Blake! |
| CLONE 2 | Thank you, but I know I am. Who are you?
|
| COSER | I'm Coser, my name's Coser. I'm glad you're here. I'm so
glad you're here! I've brought something for you, something
to help you.
|
| RASHEL | How did you find us? |
| CLONE 2 | [Looks at Rashel then back at Coser] A gun?
|
| COSER | Not just a gun - IMIPAK, it's called IMIPAK: Induced Molecular Instability Projector and Key. IMIPAK. |
| CLONE 2 | What does it do?
|
| RASHEL | It kills.
|
| COSER | Shut up! [Shoves her across the room] Will you shut up?! |
| CLONE 2 | How does it kill?
|
| COSER | [Holds up the projector] This is the projector. It'll work on anything living. |
| CLONE 2 | All life is linked. [Laces his fingers]
|
| COSER | You use it like a gun and it projects a potential, an unstable molecular potential in the part of the victim that you hit. The beauty of it is that unless they see you do it, or you tell them you've done it, they don't even know it's happened. |
| CLONE 2 | And that kills them?
|
| COSER | This [Picks up the key]-- this kills them. This is the key. When they're in range of this and you press that [Indicates button], it triggers the unstable molecules. Death at the press of a button. |
| CLONE 2 | I see.
|
| COSER | What do you mean, "you see"? Aren't you impressed? Look,
once you hit them with this, there's nothing they can do to
remove the spot. It's there for as long as they live. And YOU
decide how long that is. This has a range of up to a million
miles. Just think of it! You set the range here. If he's
within a million miles, you can kill a marked man anytime you
want without even seeing him again. Or you can leave a whole
series of these in various places ready-triggered and he'll
kill himself whenever he comes within range of one. Or you can
tell him they're there and you can be certain he'll never go
where you don't want him to go. Selected victims, groups, whole
populations. You can be like God. [Hands IMIPAK to Clone 2]
|
| SERVALAN | [Enters] A lofty ambition. [Accepts IMIPAK from Clone 2]
Thank you.
|
| COSER | [To Clone 2] You betrayed me.
|
| TRAVIS | Blake is a reformed character. There are only two traitors here. [Blake, Avon, and Gan materialize in the compound]
|
| BLAKE | [Into bracelet] Down and safe. [To Gan and Avon] Keep in
contact, right? Be careful, remember he's armed.
|
| GAN | If he's here.
|
| AVON | His ship came down within walking distance of the only
buildings on the planet. He's here all right.
|
| GAN | I think he's crashed.
|
| BLAKE | Well, don't think; let's search. [Messroom. Travis enters]
|
| SERVALAN | Are the guards in clear view?
|
| TRAVIS | Three of them, as you ordered, Supreme Commander.
|
| SERVALAN | And the fourth is concealed?
|
| TRAVIS | With instructions to report back what he sees. What exactly
do you expect him to see?
|
| SERVALAN | All in good time, Travis. Coser. [Coser looks up and
Servalan marks him]
|
| COSER | No.
|
| SERVALAN | [She advances on him and he cowers away] Let's see, the
range would be about eight feet.
|
| COSER | No.
|
| SERVALAN | No, let's make it four.
|
| COSER | No.
|
| SERVALAN | Not quite within range.
|
| COSER | No! Please! Please! I didn't mean it!
[Clone 2 and Rashel witness Coser's death] [Blake, Avon, and Gan search the installation grounds] [Messroom]
|
| TRAVIS | [Inspects Coser's corpse] Very effective weapon. [Servalan marks Travis unbeknownst to him] Good thing his ambitions were small. What about the girl? |
| CLONE 2 | No! [Encircles Rashel with his arms] All life must have
reverence.
|
| TRAVIS | I knew that Clonemaster wasn't to be trusted.
|
| SERVALAN | It's all right. Take her to another room. Keep her there until
I send for you.
|
| RASHEL | [As she is shepherded out by Clone 2] Why? What are you
waiting for? [In the compound, Gan attacks a guard and two more come after him. Blake and Avon spot them]
|
| BLAKE | Down, Gan! [Blake and Avon shoot the guards]
|
| GAN | Thanks. [A guard speaks to Travis just outside the open messroom door and is marked on the back by Servalan]
|
| TRAVIS | [Enters] Blake! How did he get here?
|
| SERVALAN | Orac picked up the original message to our command ship.
|
| TRAVIS | This is what you were waiting for.
|
| SERVALAN | [Hands him the projector] Mark them, Travis. We'll kill them
at our leisure. Travis, when you know an enemy's strengths,
and can use them against them, they become weaknesses.
|
| TRAVIS | [To the guard on his way out] Show me.
|
| SERVALAN | I may not kill you after all, Carnell. [Travis marks Blake, Gan, and Avon as they search the compound] [Messroom]
|
| SERVALAN | Guard. Over there. [Motions him to stand inside the room]. [Blake, Avon, and Gan enter the building, burst into the messroom]
|
| BLAKE | Quite still!
|
| AVON | Put that on the floor. Carefully.
|
| SERVALAN | I was beginning to think you'd never get here.
[Travis places the projector on the floor in front of them]
|
| BLAKE | My apologies, Supreme Commander. The invitation was just a
little vague.
|
| AVON | They're too confident, Blake. This looks like some kind of a
trap. Let's kill the bait and get out of here.
|
| SERVALAN | Oh, it's not a trap. At least, not in the way you mean.
We are the only people on the planet.
|
| BLAKE | The ship?
|
| SERVALAN | No one is attacking your ship.
|
| AVON | You believe her?
|
| BLAKE | What sort of trap is it, then?
|
| SERVALAN | Guard. [He moves forward. She presses the key. He falls down]
That sort. He was marked for death, as you three have been,
with that gun. [Avon moves for the projector] Leave it. You're
in range now. I press this, and you're all like him.
|
| GAN | Is she bluffing?
|
| AVON | She's not bluffing, is she, Travis?
|
| TRAVIS | Do something reckless and find out.
|
| AVON | Well now, I might just blow your head off.
|
| BLAKE | How would you like to die, too, Supreme Commander?
|
| SERVALAN | IMIPAK gives me the edge, Blake. You know it does. But if you
want to throw away your only chance ...
|
| AVON | What chance?
|
| SERVALAN | The chance to run. I'm not sure exactly how far the range on
this is. It's long, but you might outrun the signal. Now, I'm
prepared to give you a small start.
|
| BLAKE | Why?
|
| SERVALAN | Research?
|
| BLAKE | [Into bracelet] Get us out of here, Vila. [They teleport]
|
| TRAVIS | Why let them go?
|
| SERVALAN | Everyone will assume that they have taken IMIPAK.
|
| TRAVIS | Taken IMIPAK but -
|
| SERVALAN | But I've got it. Exactly. And I haven't let them go. I'm
allowing Blake time to give his final order: a partial orbit
which will ensure that our ships witness the Liberator's
escape. When he's done that, you can kill him.
[Rashel enters quietly] [Avon, Blake, Gan, and Vila run onto the flight deck]
|
| AVON | It was a standoff. We should have stayed! Move it Jenna,
get us out of here.
|
| BLAKE | No.
|
| AVON | What?
|
| BLAKE | Partial orbit, Jenna, fast. Put the planet between us and
that installation. She would never have let us go if we
could directly outrun that signal. Our only chance is to use the
planet as a shield.
|
| JENNA | Orbit underway. Standard by Two and building.
|
| AVON | It will have to be a very primitive signal, Blake, for this
to work.
|
| BLAKE | I said it was our only chance. I did not say it was a good
one! Time to partial orbit?
|
| JENNA | Three minutes. [Messroom]
|
| SERVALAN | That should be long enough, I think. All right, Travis, your
time has come. Enjoy it. [Hands Travis the key] It's what
you've waited for. [Flight deck]
|
| CALLY | Partial orbit in one minute.
|
| GAN | We're going to make it, we're going to make it!
[Explosion] [Messroom]
|
| RASHEL | [Holds the IMIPAK projector] No. Don't press it. You're both marked. [Travis aims his gun arm at her] |
| CLONE 2 | [Enters with a Federation gun trained on Travis] Please don't
do that. [Flight deck]
|
| ZEN | The planet has been seeded with small proximity mines
in random orbit. Detection was too late for warning to be given.
|
| BLAKE | Damage?
|
| ZEN | Damage was minor. Power buildup continues.
|
| JENNA | We're below horizon now.
|
| GAN | Then she's lost!
|
| AVON | Only us. She got what she really wanted.
|
| VILA | I thought that was us.
|
| BLAKE | IMIPAK. And she beat us to that all right. She seemed to know
every single move we were making. It's almost as if we were on
strings and she was the puppeteer.
|
| CALLY | What is IMIPAK? Is there a defense against it?
|
| ZEN | Detectors report two Federation pursuit ships leaving
stationary orbit on intercept course.
|
| BLAKE | Take us out of here, Jenna. Speed Standard by Eight. I want a
lot of space between us and that planet.
|
| GAN | Is there a defense against IMIPAK?
|
| AVON | Of course there is. It's called slavery. [Exterior shot of Liberator leaving orbit] [Messroom]
|
| RASHEL | You can go now. There's nothing for you here.
|
| SERVALAN | I'll see you never leave this planet.
|
| RASHEL | I know. But make sure you do it from at least a million miles away. |
| CLONE 2 | And don't send anyone to look for us.
|
| RASHEL | She won't. There'd be too many questions. And besides, she
can't afford for this [Holds up the key] to fall into anyone
else's hands.
|
| TRAVIS | The weapon guards itself.
|
| SERVALAN | Thank you, Travis.
|
| TRAVIS | I was merely quoting you, Supreme Commander.
|
| SERVALAN | Contact the ship. I have an appointment with a man named
Carnell.
|
| TRAVIS | [Regarding the clone on his way out] My compliments. |
| CLONE 2 | Is there anything for us here?
|
| RASHEL | Yes. We're free. |
| CLONE 2 | Can we survive - alone?
|
| RASHEL | There's a subspace communicator somewhere here. We must get a message to Blake, and tell him he's free, too. [Pulls a box out from under the table] |
| CLONE 2 | Let me do that. [Their hands touch]
|
| RASHEL | Then we could start to explore our planet. [Servalan's office. NOTE: During Carnell's message, he sometimes appears on the intercom screen visible next to Servalan and sometimes directly on camera]
|
| SERVALAN | [Into intercom] Gone? |
| VOICE | [V.O., over intercom] Uh...yes. He left a, uh, confidential
message for you, Supreme Commander. It's on channel twelve.
|
| CARNELL | Welcome back, Supreme Commander. I apologize for not being here in person to greet you, but I think you'll appreciate my reasons. I overlooked the girl. Well, no, to be fair to myself, your people overlooked her. I know she was only a bond slave, but they should have realized she was gone rather sooner than they did. I might have adapted the strategy. Ah well, even a genius can make mistakes. Look at it this way, Supreme Commander, you haven't lost anything. Whereas I, well, I've lost my career, my position, the respect of my peers. Come to think of it, I haven't lost much, either. On the subject of losers, be careful of Travis. The catharsis he got by killing that first clone will have worn off by now. He's as mad as ever he was. But then aren't we all? One last thing, Supreme Commander. I must tell you this. You are undoubtedly the sexiest officer I have ever known. Goodbye, Servalan. [Servalan smiles and picks up the flower] |