Blake's 7, Series Two

Blake:
Avon - concentrate on Zen. Give priority to the detectors and the navigation systems. And then see if you can get us some scans.

Avon:
Is that all? What shall I do with the other hand?

Blake:
I'll let you know.

Vila:
When you get Zen working, ask him to prescribe something for a headache, will you? I've got this shocking pain right behind the eyes.

Avon:
Have you considered amputation?

Vila:
If it ever comes to a showdown, my money's on Blake. Well, half of it. I'll put the other half on Avon.

Jenna:
Perhaps we could chew our way out.

Jenna:
What happened to your head?

Vila:
One of the guards didn't like me.

Vila:
Stop worrying, Cally, I'll be back soon. Tell you what, I'll bring you back a present! What would you like, Cally? Name it, and it's yours...

Cally:
A necklace, Vila. Made from your teeth.

(An enforcer points a gun at Avon and Gan)

Enforcer:
You two, out.

Avon:
Why?

Enforcer:
You'd prefer not to know.

Avon:
Your professional simplicity is beginning to irritate me.

Central Control (on Cally):
There's a lunatic woman threatening to destroy the city!

Gan:
I Can't find Orac. Even tried calling his name.

Avon:
Oh, I'm sorry I missed that. It's the kind of natural stupidity no amount of training could ever hope to match.

Blake:
We chose the wrong approach, that's all.

Gan:
Is that all? I thought maybe we'd chosen the wrong people to get involved with.

Avon:
"We chose the wrong approach"?

Blake:
I chose the wrong approach. Does it matter?

Avon:
Yes, it does.

Blake:
All right, Avon. You were right and I was wrong. You said persuasion wouldn't work and it didn't. So now we use force.

Avon:
Force? Yes, of course. Law makers, law breakers, let us fight them all. Why not?

Jenna:
It's enough to fry your eyeballs.

Avon:
…daintily put.

Jenna:
Must be the company I keep.

Avon:
It could have been frying eyeballs you heard.

Jenna:
…daintily put.

Avon:
Ironic, isn't it? We were hoping to use the Terra Nostra to attack the Federation, only to discover that it is already being used to support it.

Vila:
Where are all the good guys?

Blake:
Could be looking at them.

Avon:
What a very depressing thought.

Avon:
Auron may be different, Cally, but on Earth it is considered ill-mannered to kill your friends while committing suicide.

Cally:
Sooner or later, Blake is going to attack Federation Central Control on Earth itself.

Vila:
Later. Much later.

Avon:
And alone, probably.

Jenna:
I doubt that.

Gan:
He wouldn't be alone if you just left him, Avon.

Avon:
You would stay with him?

Gan:
Yes.

Avon (smirks):
Virtually alone, then.

Avon:
It is a triple-A security installation.

Vila:
We have got into those before.

Avon:
Usually with your screams of protest ringing in our ears. Are you telling me you're in favour of this idea?

Vila:
No! Not exactly...I just don't think it's stupid. Perhaps...maybe I'm on your side, Cally.

Blake:
It's not a question of sides, Vila.

Avon (to Vila):
No, it's a question of intelligence. So your opinion has very little relevance.

Jenna:
Maybe IMIPAK is another Orac. If we captured it, perhaps we could breed from them.

Blake:
Zen's best guess is that he's… here. Offers?

Gan:
Well, let's go and get him.

Avon:
Gung ho?

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."

Carmel:
[Talking to a Federation Trooper] Remember, the officer corps can forgive anything they understand. Which makes Intelligence just about the only sin.

Cally:
You're not going to follow the freighter all the way to Horizon?

Blake:
Why not? I'm curious.

Avon:
Oh, you are curious. Well, I'm glad we have a worthwhile purpose.

Blake:
Doesn't it interest you a little?

Avon:
No! There's nothing out there - we are on the edge. Even Zen has nothing on it. That could mean anything - an experimental warzone - anything.

Blake:
That freighter's gone to Horizon for some good reason.

Avon:
Which is more than you can say for us.

Vila:
Why don't you go?

Avon:
You are expendable.

Vila:
And you're not?

Avon:
No, I am not. I am not expendable, I'm not stupid, and I'm not going.

Ro:
I rule this planet.

Blake:
Do you? I thought it was a Federation colony.

Ro:
I dislike the word "colony."

Blake:
Which word would you prefer?

Ro:
I rule here, and you're my prisoners.

Blake:
I dislike the word "prisoner."

Avon:
If I go alone, can I pilot the Liberator independantly?

Orac:
With the help of the automatics, of course you can.

Avon:
I know that.

Orac:
Then why did you ask the question?

Avon:
I didn't. How long can I maintain myself?

Orac:
Is that a question?

Avon:
Yes.

Orac:
We have concentrated food for one person for a thousand years.

Avon:
And our power is self-regenerating.

Orac:
Affirmative.

Avon:
Can you plot courses to keep out of the range of any known spaceship manned by the Federation?

Orac:
The battle and navigation computers can handle that perfectly adequately.

Avon:
I asked if you could.

Orac:
Of course, should it be necessary.

Avon:
Failing that, we are powerful enough to resist all but an attack by three Federation pursuit ships at once.

Orac:
Is that a question?

Avon:
No. If we go now, we can sail the universe for as long as we like in reasonable safety, provided we keep out of everybody's way and we do not do anything rash.

Orac:
No data available to answer the question. [Beat] If it was a question.

Avon:
I put it to you as a possibility. I request the odds.

Orac:
The odds would be three point five to one on survival.

Avon:
Therefore I do not need Blake, I do not need any of the others...

Orac:
Is that a question?

Avon:
I do not need anybody at all.

Orac:
Is that a question? I - I - I must ask you to be more specific!

Avon:
[snaps out of his thoughts] Shut up, Orac.

Avon:
Orac, have you obtained any further information on the planet Horizon?

Orac:
No.

Avon:
Why not?

Orac:
Is that a serious question?

Avon:
No.

Orac:
Please do not waste my time.

Blake:
It's time we really hurt the Federation. Oh, we've been hitting at the fingers, the arms. I want to hit at the heart. And the heart of the Federation is Earth.

Jenna:
Where, exactly, or do you plan to take the whole planet?

(Avon has just agreed to join Blake on his suicidal mission)

Blake:
Do you want to tell me why?

Avon:
I like the challenge.

Blake:
You don't want to tell me why.

Avon:
If we succeed, if we destroy control, the Federation will be at it's weakest. It will be more vulnerable than it has been for centuries. The revolt in the outer worlds will grow. Resistance movements on Earth will launch an all-out attack to destroy The Federation, they will need unifying; they will need a leader. You will be the natural choice.

Blake:
Possibly.

Avon:
Don't be modest, Blake, you are the only one that they would all follow. You would have no choice; you would have to stay on Earth and organise the revolt.

Blake:
If there's no other way.

Avon:
There wouldn't be.

Blake:
That still doesn't explain why you're backing me.

Avon:
With you running the campaign on Earth, somebody has to take charge of all this.

Blake:
[Laughing] You want The Liberator?

Avon:
Exactly. If we succeed, the destruction of control gives us both what we want.

Blake:
Could be you're planning just a little far ahead.

Avon:
Perhaps.

Blake:
[Via Communicator] Liberator, we're at the rendevous point, everything's all right.

Avon:
You have made contact with Kasabi?

Blake:
Not yet. Not directly.

Avon:
Then everything is not 'all right.'

Blake:
It will be, I'll get back to you.

Avon:
[To Vila] Do you get the feeling there's something he's not telling us?

Jenna:
I dunno. I hate waiting like this.

Vila:
It could be worse; we could be down there with them.

Cally:
I'd prefer that to being here.

Vila:
You're welcome to take my place when the time comes.

Avon:
If it comes.

Cally:
What do you mean?

Avon:
Something's not right.

Vila:
He's failed to make contact with Kasabi.

Avon:
Exactly. But Kasabi's signal came from the rendevous point. Blake has arrived there and failed to make contact.

Jenna:
That doesn't necessarily mean anything disastrous. Perhaps they're just being extra careful

Avon:
Let's hope so. Because I have a feeling that we are not being careful enough.

Vila:
I don't want to go.

Avon:
You surprise me.

Vila:
I don't feel well. I'm going to be a big handicap.

Avon:
I'm used to that.

Gan:
Blake, we're going to have to pull out.

Blake:
It's a setback, but we've come this far. It means a change of plan but I'd still like to try for it.

Gan:
What's the use?! The risks are doubled now.

Blake:
I'm not so sure. Kasabi was only giving us back-up cover; holding off the security forces to give us time to penetrate The Forbidden Zone.

Gan:
Yes, so how can we hope to do it without her?

Blake:
We still have the element of surprise! Even more so. With Kasabi's force wiped out, Security aren't going to expect another assault so soon.

Gan:
You're guessing, Blake! Guessing and hoping.

Servalan:
Are you beginning to have doubts, Travis?

Travis:
No. It won't fail.

Servalan:
I hope not, there will be no second chances.

Travis:
I won't need them, it's running my way now. The luck has changed. It's my turn!

Servalan:
Capturing the girl is the only luck you've had so far.

Travis:
That single event has given me total control of the situation.

Travis:
With no Teleport to snatch them away, they're mine.

Travis:
They'll dig us out eventually.

Servalan:
Oh yes. They'll dig us out eventually. And then I'll bury you.

Vila:
[Talk about Gan] He was straightforward, wasn't always expecting to be cheated and double-crossed -- not like us. He trusted people -- he trusted Blake completely.

Jenna:
Much good it did him.

Avon:
Welcome back to reality, Jenna.

Avon:
Which only leaves one question to be answered. Is it that Blake has a genius for leadership, or merely that you have a genius for being led?

Vila:
I see. So you've decided to be led like the rest of us?

Avon:
I shall continue to follow. It's not quite the same thing.

Vila:
I don't see the difference.

Avon:
Well, I didn't really think that you would.

Jenna:
Do you want to tell me why you've left most of the southern hemisphere off the search pattern?

Avon:
I don't believe that Blake can think and swim at the same time. It's nothing but ocean down there.

Avon:
It's possible that one of your disciples... one of your three remaining disciples may come after you.

Blake:
Then you'll have to talk them out of it. They may even listen to you this time.

Avon:
Why not? After all, I don't get them killed.

[Pause]

Blake:
[Quietly, to Avon] True.

Avon:
One of these days they are going to leave you. They were almost ready to do so this time.

Blake:
Yes, I thought they might be.

Avon:
You handle them very skilfully.

Blake:
Do I?

Avon:
But one more death will do it.

Blake:
Then you'd better be very careful. It would be ironic if it were yours.

Vila:
They missed us! Avon's gadget works!

Blake:
I never doubted it for a moment. (Avon frowns.) Is something wrong?

Avon:
It just occurred to me that, as the description of a highly sophisticated technological achievement, "Avon's gadget works" seems to lack a certain style.

Avon (To Blake):
I would quite like to have met this Zil of yours. It's not often that one comes across a philosophical flea.

Vila:
That's the stuff that legends are made of!

Avon:
…then again, perhaps they are not so uncommon.

Vila:
I hope you can trust him.

Avon:
I told you, he's a friend of mine.

Vila:
Yes, I always knew you had a friend. I used to say to people, "I bet Avon's got a friend...somewhere in the galaxy."

Avon:
And you were right. That must be a novel experience for you.

Vila:
When Avon holds out the hand of friendship, watch his other hand. That's the one with the hammer.

Avon:
Vila?

Vila:
What?

Avon:
You're a fool.

Vila:
Nerves getting to you?

Avon:
There are a quarter of a million volts running through that converter. I make one false move, I'll be so crisped up what's left of me won't fit into a sandwich.

Vila:
I'm a vegetarian. Thanks for the offer, though.

Vila:
You don't have a lot of time for Blake, do you?

Avon:
I could never stand heroes.

Vila:
A quarter of a million volts and you're putting your hand in?

Avon:
Ah, but that is self-interest. We need that crystal. Blake takes risks to help other people. Sometimes people he doesn't even know. One day that great big bleeding heart of his will get us all killed.

Vila:
Unless somebody ditches him first.

Tynus:
By the way, why don't our detectors pick up the Liberator?

Vila:
Anti-detection screen, one of Avon's gadgets. We're expecting it to break down any time.

(Talking about Avon's detector shield.)

Blake:
Looks like the Federation have developed a shield themselves.

Cally:
Yes, well, they got very, very close before we saw them.

Avon:
That is the most depressing aspect of the whole affair. I was rather hoping to sell them the idea.

Councilor Joban:
The council ask 'where is Blake's head?' And we have no answer.

Servalan:
You shall have it.

Councilor Joban:
The answer, or his head?

Servalan:
Both.

Jenna:
Where are you going?

Cally:
I'm going to clear the neutron blasters for firing.

Jenna:
Well, what are you going to fire at?

Cally:
Anything that moves.

Vila:
What have I done to deserve this?

Avon:
How long a list would you like?

Servalan:
There's no one as free as a dead man.

Avon:
It would be stupid to be shot up by our own allies.

Vila:
Not only stupid, painful.

Avon:
If there had ever been a time when I could have given my own life to save her, I would have done it. The only grain of consolation that I have ...is that Anna knew that.

Avon:
Predictably barren.

Jenna:
Wretched mining companies. No sense of aesthetics.

Avon:
What d'you want them to do, landscape?

Jenna:
Weeell, they could make an effort.

Servalan:
Where there's life, there's threat

Blake:
For once just try trusting me. [Leaves]

Cally:
What is this priority of his?

Avon:
Exactly. He's used a number of ploys to get his own way, but "Just try trusting me"? That's weak even by his standards

Cally:
So what is wrong?

Orac:
You deduced it yourself earlier. Space Command has long tried to perfect a course interceptor attuned to the circuitry of navigtional computers and rational coordinators like Zen. The scientists on Auron, however, had the wit to aim for the weaker point.

Avon:
The human brain.

Orac:
Correct.

Cally:
A telepathic order was beamed to Blake to force him reroute to that asteroid?

Orac:
As you, yourself, forsaw.

Avon:
So tell us something new.

Orac:
It is to Blake that you should look for the new.

Avon:
What's that supposed to mean? That they are still influencing him?

Orac:
Correct again.

Avon:
But how? A device of that kind would need an enormous power source.

Orac:
Agreed. But now that they...

Avon:
[Interrupting] Now that they are close at hand, low power; of course.

Cally:
What do we do?

Avon:
Locate and destroy it.

Orac:
And restore Blake to his senses.

Avon:
The two don't necessarily follow.

Glynn:
Be careful not to tamper with it. At this close range it could cause serious damage to your computers.

Avon:
Is that correct Orac?

Orac:
No. Negative. Denied. Incapable of damage.

Cally (to Blake):
Are you all right?

Jenna:
He's a hard man to rescue when he doesn't want to be rescued.

Avon:
More to the point, are you yourself?

Blake:
What happened? Why aren't we at Del 10? What's going on, Avon?

Avon:
Why don't you just say thank you, nicely.

Blake:
Well what are we all standing around for? Or has the Federation disappeared? Our problem is to find Star One, if you haven't forgotten. (Walks off.)

Avon:
I am sorry to have to inform you… that he is himself, all right.

Vila:
They say it's wide open.

Avon:
What is?

Vila:
Freedom City.

Avon:
So I've heard; Wide wide open.

Vila:
Got everything a man ever dreams of, they say.

Avon:
Space City pales by comparison, they say.

Vila:
Y'know if it was a desert down there. So hot your eyeball frizzled, poisonous snakes under every rock.

Avon:
Blake would've sent us.

Vila:
You can bet on it.

Blake:
He seems harmless.

Vila:
He smells horrible.

Blake:
Well, so would you if you'd been here for as long as he has.

Avon:
I have been doing some calculations, if this is Star One...

Blake:
If it is?

Avon:
First catch your computer, but all right it probably is, and that being the case the choice of location is fascinating.

Blake:
I'm glad you're enjoying it.

Avon:
The nearest large galaxy to our own is Andromeda.

Blake:
So?

Avon:
So, this is the nearest point to Andromeda. If anyone could cross intergalactic space in less than a lifetime we are now precisely upon the route that they would take.

Blake:
What are you trying to say, Avon?

Avon:
I directed the detectors toward the Andromeda galaxy. There are thousands of satellite generators out there... beyond Star One.

Blake:
What?

Avon:
Even with the Federation's resources it must have taken them years.

Blake:
[examining a readout] That must be the biggest antimatter minefield ever put together!

Vila:
Minefield, what minefield?

Avon:
Perhaps the intergalactic drive has been developed. The question is, by whom?

Blake:
A defense zone to keep mankind in, or something else out.

Jenna:
So it's a combined alarm system and minefield.

Orac:
Correct. If I may continue.

Vila:
He always makes me feel as if I should be taking notes.

Orac:
[annoyed] If I may continue.

Vila:
Then they are expecting an invasion? A hoard of hairy aliens!

Orac:
There is no logical reason why aliens should be hairy.

Vila:
There's no logical reason why people should be hairy!

Avon:
As far as I'm concerned you can destroy whatever you like. You can stir up a thousand revolutions. You can wade in blood up to your armpits. Oh, and you can lead the rabble to victory -- whatever that may mean. Just so long as there's an end to it. When Star One is gone, it is finished, Blake. And I want it finished! I want it over and done with, I want to be free!

Cally:
But you are free now, Avon.

Avon:
[Bitterly, while glaring at Blake] I want to be free of him!

Travis:
Put the gun down, Avon, it's too late to stop it now.

Avon:
Convince me.

Travis:
Be polite and I may let you live.

Avon:
Be informative and I may let you die. You'll want that after I've shot off an arm and a leg or two.

Travis:
I thought you were supposed to be the one with brains.

Avon:
Brains but no heart. Now talk or scream, Travis, the choice is yours.

[They see an Andromedan for the first time]

Technician:
What is it?

Avon:
Unfriendly. Which is fortunate, they'd be difficult to love.

Alien:
[believing he is talking to Travis] Why have you betrayed your own kind? Why have you given us the means to eradicate your species?

Blake:
Eradicate Humanity?

Alien:
Virtually.

Blake:
[re-assuming Travis' arrogant persona] Well Maybe I just don't like crowds!

Travis:
[When Travis is about to secretly let a horde of Aliens through a galactic defense shield to wipe out all of humanity] My one regret, is that they'll never know who really killed them...

Blake:
[To Avon] For what it is worth, I have always trusted you. Right from the very beginning.

Vila:
Avon, this is stupid!

Avon:
When did that ever stop us?

Vila:
Where did those ships come from? Who were they?

Blake:
Yes, and why did they attack? Zen was confident they weren't Federation.

Vila:
So why did they pick on me?

Avon:
I doubt if it was personal, Vila.

Vila:
It felt personal. It always feels personal when someone tries to kill me.

Cally (as she enters):
What can I do?

Avon:
Strip down the auto-navigator, remove the damaged components, and list them for replacement.

Cally:
This is going to take time. It could have been worse.

Avon:
It should have been worse.

Cally:
What do you mean?

Avon:
Something Blake said. Those ships should have been able to knock us out completely. Why didn't they?

Cally:
There could be many reasons.

Avon:
I have considered all of them. Only one is satisfactory.

Cally:
And which is that?

Avon:
They didn't want to destroy us.

Cally:
But it was a full-scale attack!

Avon:
Was it? Their first attack knocked out our weaponry system. The second run knocked out virtually every instrument system. Right now Liberator is out of control. At least, out of our control.

Cally:
You think all this was intentional, and we're not running on a random course?

Avon:
Oh, I think we're going somewhere...quite particular.

Jenna:
Perhaps we could chew our way out.

Alta 2:
(V.O., over P.A.) Attention all guards. Security report: slave group number seven have attacked their escort and escaped. They are to be recaptured and eliminated. Repeat: recaptured and eliminated.

Avon:
(Suddenly stops pacing and spins toward window) Jenna, come here.

Jenna:
(Joins him) What is it?

Avon:
You remember Orac's prediction?

Jenna:
That's the least of our problems at the moment.

Avon:
I checked the star pattern behind Liberator. What Orac predicted was happening halfway across the galaxy. I made a mental note of the configuration.

Jenna:
And?

Avon:
You're looking at it. This is the Twelfth Sector. Astral point seven eight one. Exactly where Orac predicted we would be destroyed.

Largo:
They're beautiful stones. I'm a bit of a collector, in a modest way. I could make you an offer.

Avon:
They have a sentimental value for me.

Largo:
Oh, family heirlooms, eh?

Avon:
No, I'm just sentimental about money.

Servalan:
(Presses a button on the intercom console and the walls are suffused by pastel lights, then speaks into the intercom) Send in Carnell.

Carnell:
(notes color changes) Supreme Commander.

Servalan:
It's going wrong, Carnell.

Carnell:
Wrong? Ma'am, I'm mortified by your lack of confidence.

Servalan:
If I lose Coser - and his invention - 'mortified' is exactly what you'll be.

Carnell:
I realise that.

Servalan:
So long as you do.

Carnell:
A brilliant psychostrategist like me? Come now, Supreme Commander. How would I not?

Servalan:
Carnell...(She walks from her desk, around the back of his chair to the other side)

Carnell:
Yes, Supreme Commander?

Servalan:
(Runs her hand down his chest) You miscalculated Coser's breakdown.

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 realise you've got it, because everyone else involved will either be dead or running away. (Grasps her hand but she walks away)

Servalan:
Except you.

Carnell:
Should I be nervous?

Servalan:
(Picks up the flower and smiles) Oh, you're the strategist - you tell me.

Servalan:
(Into intercom, startled) 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 apologise 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 realised 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. (Servalan smiles and picks up the flower)

Par:
If you don't shut up, we won't be guarding a court-martial, we'll be having one.

Lye:
I joined up to see some action.

Par:
More fool you.

Travis:
[after taking a flask of liquor Par has brought him] All right, Par. What have I done to deserve this?

Par:
Sir?

Travis:
Faithful trooper, beloved officer -- not quite how I see either of us.

Par:
You always looked after your men, sir. Now you're gonna die. We thought a drink was the least we could do, sir.

Thania:
[meeting with Par after he's left Travis' cell] Trooper Par...do you think he's guilty?

Par:
No doubt about it, Major. He gave the order. We just did the shooting.

Travis:
I will make the opening declaration.

Thania:
Look, don't be a fool. You really think you're going to impress them sympathetically?

Travis:
I think the Supreme Commander wants me to go to my death quietly. This is as close to quietly as I am going to get.

Thania:
Look, I'm trying to save your life, Travis--

Travis:
You'd be better occupied trying to save your own, Thania. Majors can die quite anonymously. And your involvement in this fiasco makes your life expectancy only slightly longer than my own.

Servalan:
It really is a pity he's got to die. He's so much better than anything I've got left.

Fleet Warden General Samor:
Space Commander, we have considered your sentence at some length. Your contention that what happened on Serkasta was a direct result of your training concerned us greatly. We accept that you are trained to kill. As are we all. What we cannot accept is that this training leads inevitably to the murder of innocents. Your behavior was not that of a Federation officer, but rather that of a savage, unthinking, animal.

Servalan:
Estimated time to Exbar?

Mutoid:
Planetfall will be at twenty one fifty nine standard.

Servalan:
Are we at full capacity?

Mutoid:
We are calculating at time distort nine. That is our safety maximum.

Servalan:
I thought this ship was capable of time distort ten?

Mutoid:
That is the emergency maximum.

Servalan:
This is emergency, time distort ten.

Mutoid:
Yes, Supreme Commander. Time distort ten.

Servalan:
Mutoids. Don't you ever question anything?

Mutoid:
This is not our function. Our function is to obey without question. Computer reports message from Counsellor Joban.

Servalan:
Ignore it.

Mutoid:
It is from headquarters Supreme Commander.

Servalan:
I said, ignore it.

Mutoid:
It is directed to this ship.

Servalan:
Is it directed to you?

Mutoid:
No.

Servalan:
To whom is it directed?

Mutoid:
To you.

Servalan:
And I said ignore it. Understood?

Mutoid:
Understood.

Blake:
Just one thing. If that countdown goes below fifty and the device is still primed, you will be teleported out. Vila and I will do the same.

Avon:
Understood.

Blake [speaking into wrist communicator]:
Jenna, Cally, prepare thermal equipment. Stand by to teleport, Avon's coming up. [stops an approaching Del Grant] One more thing: if anything happens to Avon, I will come looking for you.

Avon:
The Big Wheel is run by a computer, that fixes the odds at five percent in favour of the house. Right?

Vila:
Right.

Avon:
Right. Orac reads computers.

Vila:
...oh, that is beautiful. Avon, there are times when I almost get to like you.

Avon:
Yes, well that makes it all worthwhile.

Vila:
I mean, you give me a warm feeling right here, round the money belt.

Krantor:
One of these days, Toise, I am going to have Supreme Commander high-and-mighty Servalan ravaged until she does not know what month she's in! I'll have her screaming for death!

Servalan:
(about Krantor) He is a despicable animal. When the Federation finally cleans out this cesspit, I shall have that vulpine degenerate eviscerated with a small and very blunt knife.

Durkim:
Servalan, by design or accident Star One is failing.

Servalan:
There has to be another explanation.

Durkim:
There isn't.

Servalan:
And if you want to keep your job you'll find it.

Durkim:
Why won't you face the facts?

Servalan:
Because I'm not convinced. And even if I were, there would be nothing I could do about it.

Durkim:
Well, surely under the circumstances you could get clearance to put a team in.

Servalan:
Star One is the most secure installation in the Federation.

Durkim:
I know that.

Servalan:
Do you know why it's so thoroughly secure?

Durkim:
Well, presumably because knowledge of its location is severely restricted.

Servalan:
No! Knowledge of its location is non-existent! (Her tone is one of anger and desperation) Durkim, no-one knows where Star One is! No-one at all!