Blake's 7, Series Four

[as Avon and Keiller open a crate containing the processed gold, a small explosion goes off]

Keiller:
Avon, get down!

[the explosion flings several small objects into the air, some of which land on Keiller's jacket]

Keiller:
[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]

Avon:
What are they?

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?

Avon:
You're clear!

Keiller:
[almost sobbing] Make certain! Some of them don't ignite right away!

Avon:
[shouting] YOU'RE CLEAR!