Blake's 7 · Season 1
Well, perhaps we could hide under here. [Pulls the drape off a Space Chopper, then picks up a small device from its cockpit] Wonder what this thing does?
(pointing gun at them) Tell you what this does - gook. It goes bang. And you go splat.
[Dr. Plaxton is outside the ship, in a force wall bubble, installing the stardrive as the Scorpio is being engaged by Federation ships]
Plasma bolt fired.
Thirty seconds to impact.
[over communicator] One more connection to--
[Avon cuts her off, then begins pushing some buttons]
[shocked] What are you doing?
Programming in the main circuit drive.
You can't do that! That main drive will fire as soon as she makes the final connection!
Fifteen seconds.
We can outrun that bolt. She's dead either way.
At least now we can outrun the opposition. That should make you happy.
What about Dr. Plaxton?
Who?
Why do I get all the dirty jobs?
Typecasting?
Dayna (To Og): Og. I mean no harm, Og. I want to help. I am your friend, Og. I think Justin is also your friend. You're very hungry, aren't you? Very, very hungry.
Og Grrrrrrrr...
Random fluctuations in circuit pulses.
Cause?
External influence.
[Over comm from Scorpio] We've nothing visible on the detectors or the scanners.
Could they be faulty?
Detector and Scanner circuits record normal function.
So how is it external?
A freak magnetic storm?
That would have been observed.
[Over comm from Scorpio, panicked] So what have you observed?
A paradox.
In other words, nothing.
Correction: the pulse influences are external to the circuits, but could be internal to the craft.
[Avon punches a switch]
Tarrant, what have you got up there apart from yourself, a half-wit and a corpse?
A box.
I suppose it has occurred to you that, without Slave, we can't land Scorpio.
Set up a decent orbit and you can leave Scorpio and teleport down.
Muller can't!
Well, we'll give him a refund on his ticket. Just get that ship back, Tarrant. We'll worry about the details then, out! [Snaps the comm off]
It would be prudent to worry about the details now.
When did you start offering gratuitous advice?
[Vila and Tarrant are stranded on Scorpio, without life-support]
Orac?
Orac (urgently): They must be left there!
To die?
There is no option. To reopen teleport contact could expose the base to undefined systems influence.
Oh, you'll have to do better than that, Orac, if you expect me to kill them. (Snaps to Dayna and Soolin) Rescue suits! (To Orac) Restore the teleport to normal function.
Orac (almost pleading): I urge you not to -
Avon (angry): Restore the teleport!
Very well.
I am obliged to do as you tell me, even though I know it to be wrong.
Only following orders. That's not very original, Orac.
There is nothing very original about domination, as you will discover.
Join us, Soolin. We can fulfil your every desire. (Soolin deactivates Orac)
You wouldn't know where to start.
A new era, Avon. Mankind is now mastered by the fruits of his lustful creation. Accept slavery, or return to the caves stripped of all but the wheel, the plough and the sword, to compete once again as savages against nature.
[Tarrant destroys Muller's android]
Gone to the great cyberneticist in the sky.
You fool! It's superstitious half-wits like you who hold back every advance we make!
And arrogance, like yours and Muller's, Avon, which threatens to destroy -
Shut up!
Orac (sardonically): Yes, master!
Domo, the ninth. Five subjects.
Good is he? This 'Cancer'?
You can imagine how much it pains me to use the word 'infallible'.
Oh, come on. No-one's infallible.
Alright, then, he's not infallible. It's just that up till now he's never failed.
By the way, what's become of our little friend?
She's found Cancer's cabin and made herself cozy for the duration.
Ah.
Why? Do you fancy a little chat about the good old days on the chain gang?
Oh, it's terrible to think of a poor little thing like that being a slave, don't you think?
No more terrible than to think of you as one.
Oh no, no, I'm an old man. She's merely a helpless little child.
Well, I expect a little suffering will have helped to make her a better artist. [smiles]
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