Blake's 7 · Season 1
Orac, teleport.
Teleport? I am not programmed. Three squared to the principal.
Oh, no.
I love you.
Orac!
My emotions are deeper than the seas of space. One times one is only possible in the ultra-dimensional.
Turn Orac off.
I love you.
Off!
We will be lovers for a little while, or maybe for a long while, who knows?
I do. [Pulls key]
Presumably the sand up here has compared Vila's wits and stamina with mine and concluded that I am the dominant male. On the herd principle therefore, it decided that Vila was superfluous and it could kill him. You two, of course, would have been allowed to live.
Don't say it, Avon.
I wasn't going to say anything.
[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.
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]
I take it that means yes.
Well, how could we refuse, Avon? You are the dominant male, aren't you?
[Avon smiles]
Seventeen billion. That's what it's worth in direct exchange for cash.
That's a lot of cash.
The mine on Zerok, it's underground.
Like most mines.
It's all clear. Maybe Vila should be here, to give us his professional opinion.
Vila?
He's one of us. He stayed on Scorpio.
In case of misunderstanding.
This Vila, is he, uh...
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.
[to Soolin] Not bad. [turning towards Keiller] Soolin killed them both.
Your friend, Vila, he wants no part in this?
He doesn't trust you, Keiller. He thinks it's a trap.
Suspicious.
And frequently right.
[to guard] It's all right, it's only Keiller. [steps aside as Avon enters] But this is Avon.
[Avon shoots the guard]
[as Avon and Keiller open a crate containing the processed gold, a small explosion goes off]
Avon, get down!
[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]
What are they?
[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?
You're clear!
[almost sobbing] Make certain! Some of them don't ignite right away!
[shouting] YOU'RE CLEAR!
Avon, would you be careful with the gun. My guards have orders to shoot you first. The price of my life would be yours.
Well, now. The sacrifice might be worthwhile.
This guy'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.
I'm pleased to make your acquaintance, ma'am.
[to Avon] 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 mostly in symbols.
Doesn't he have symbols for men and women?
Apparently not.
Now, then, Avon. What would you say if I offered you mastery of the galaxy?
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?
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 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.
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.
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