I'm glad we didn't get too close.
But after all that, we go home empty-handed.
Er, not entirely empty-handed. (He produces Belkov's necklace) Well, I saw it lying about, seemed a pity not to take it. After all, Belkov won't be needing it where he's gone.
Vila (pleased with himself): I'd say the last game was mine, wouldn't you?
AAvon
I have bad news for you, Vila. (He smashes crystals with his gun butt) It's a fake. (Savagely) End game to Belkov!
AAvon
[Discussing a plan to rescue Tarrant and escape the hold the plant has on the ship] Where we are now, we are causing massive atmospheric disturbance. Let us get closer. Let us make it worse. Eventually there may be enough of a build-up to create some kind of rain.
Or to knock us out of the sky.
AAvon
This is not just a rescue mission for poor gallant Tarrant! While the sand remains active, the planet will not let go of us. The instruments are unreliable. We have Virn hanging on our heels. How do you think we are going to get away?
[Dayna and Soolin rush to their positions]
AAvon
I take it that means yes.
Well, how could we refuse, Avon? You are the dominant male, aren't you?
[Avon smiles]
It's all clear. Maybe Vila should be here, to give us his professional opinion.
He's one of us. He stayed on Scorpio.
In case of misunderstanding.
AAvon
He's a thief, and a good one. But we don't need Vila to tell us the obvious, do we? That no one, but no one allows a fortune like that to travel in an unarmed crate with just two plainclothes guards! So what's the snag, Keiller!?
[two guards approach Keiller, Soolin, and Avon, and are shot down]
I say, you two, that was good shooting.
AAvon
[to Soolin] Not bad. [turning towards Keiller] Soolin killed them both.
[as Avon and Keiller open a crate containing the processed gold, a small explosion goes off]
[the explosion flings several small objects into the air, some of which land on Keiller's jacket]
[panicking] Avon, quick help me get them off! Quick! Quick! Avon, help me get them off! Get them off! Get them off! [Avon begins reaching with his hand to brush them off] Not with your hands! Not with your hands! Get something and get them off quickly! Quickly!
[Avon retrieves a cloth covering one of the nearby crates and starts brushing the objects off Keiller]
[still panicking] Killers! When they're fired they ignite! If they hit you they go right through you, you've got about ten seconds! Am I clear? Am I clear?
[almost sobbing] Make certain! Some of them don't ignite right away!
AAvon
[shouting] YOU'RE CLEAR!
This guy's gonna need careful handling. You want someone with tact. I mean, you know me.
AAvon
Oh yes, I think so.
Blunt, always speaking my mind, I'm just the sort to upset him.
AAvon
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.
AAvon
Vila, if I didn't know you better, I would think you were trying to get out of this.
Now, then, Avon. What would you say if I offered you mastery of the galaxy?
AAvon
Oh, I would say thank you.
For a whole galaxy? Oh, come on, Avon, show the man some gratitude.
What's the matter with you?
AAvon
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.
AAvon
He said it as though it were a phrase he had been taught.
Maybe Egrorian gives him lessons in etiquette as well as judo.
AAvon
Or maybe he has been taught that that was the way of addressing a stranger. Servalan, for instance.
Servalan? She wouldn't do any deals with Egrorian. He's like us, outside the Federation.
AAvon
We know how much she would like to get her hands on Orac.
Not enough to hand us a weapon like the tachyon funnel.
AAvon
No. That's why this time, Vila, I think we have to play this one very cagily.
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.
AAvon
Interesting reading?
Yeah, very interesting. After he vanished, they started finding the bodies. He was never a simple scientist, Avon.
Power mad from his earliest days. He was at the center of a conspiracy to take over the Federation.
AAvon
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.
He was a mathematical prodigy, apparently. He was eighteen when he disappeared with Egrorian...ten years ago. Now, I'm not a mathematical prodigy, but it seems to me that makes him twenty-eight.
You really are an excessively cautious person, and so mistrustful.
AAvon
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, 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...
AAvon
Why do you mention Servalan?
What? Well, she was the head of Federation when these fabrications were compiled.
AAvon
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... this is a load of distortion and rubbish, and when I return to earth, I will hound down those responsible, and...
I suggest we get on. The tachyon funnel is disconnected. Place Orac here. Orac, what was the subject of my degree thesis at Belhangria University? Orac, what was the subject of my degree thesis at Belhangria University?
Your paper e stroke nine on stroke six zero four four was on particle physics and dealt specifically with the properties of rissions. It was marked Beta plus, Egrorian.
PPinder
Only beta plus, Egrorian?
Pinder, you're to be seen and not heard, remember?
AAvon
If Orac has a fault, it is a tendency to give more information than is requested.
Or less information than requested.
AAvon
But seldom just the information that is requested.
That degree was subsequently rescinded for gross misconduct.
AAvon
Nobody is indispensable.
You needed a figurehead. He was it. Or am I wrong?
AAvon
You are right. But then figureheads aren't too difficult to come by. Any idiot can be one.
Heh. On your feet, Vila. This could be your big moment.
AAvon
Any idiot within reason, that is.
You going to tell us what we've got planned, Avon?
We know what we've got planned. Running away is what we've got planned.
A strategic withdrawal is what we've got planned.
Oh, yes. A strategic withdrawal is running away -- but with dignity.
So lay in a course and let's get the dignified hell out of here.
That isn't the plan anymore, though, is it Avon?
AAvon
I think we can do better.
AAvon
In the end, winning is the only safety.
It doesn't mean safer. I didn't think it would.
AAvon
It means I think we can find ourselves another figurehead, someone we can use to unify and expand the Rebel Alliance.
AAvon
More or less. He is strongly identified with rebels, you see, and very popular with rabbles. They will follow him, and he will fight to the last drop of their blood. [smiles] Idealism is a wonderful thing. All you really need is someone rational to put it to proper use.
So where do we find this useable idealist?
AAvon
According to Orac, he is on a frontier planet called Gauda Prime.
Yes, I know it. It's a bad place to be. No self-respecting idealist would be found dead there.
AAvon
I imagine that is what HE is trying to avoid: being found dead anywhere.
Look, are you going to stop playing games and tell us who it is, Avon?
It's Blake, isn't it? You think you've found Blake.