Blake's 7

Servalan told us it was an old ship.

It's what she didn't tell us that interests me.

- There's something moving down there. - Where?

By the main lock.

It's just a link.

It's going in.

Move.

Down!

Cover your eyes.

- So much for what Servalan didn't tell us. - It's quite a booby trap.

Half a booby trap to be exact. Come on, let's go.

Half a booby trap?

I don't imagine she would mine the ship and leave the living quarters intact.

- We've got to warn the others. - Take it slowly, Dayna.

Slowly?

It's going to be no help to them if we walk into something hungry on the way back.

I don't intend to walk into anything.

- Don't be stupid. - Get out of my way, Avon.

I'll see you at the base.

I doubt it.

- Thanks. - Are you ready to take it slowly now?

Don't you ever get bored with being right?

Just with the rest of you being wrong.

Try and keep a sharp lookout. We can't afford to waste any more ammunition.

If you're right about the base...

If I'm right about the base, the charges will already have been triggered.

What do you mean?

Ultrasonic fuses keyed to pick up the explosion from that ship.

- That's how I would have done it. - Well, then they're already dead.

Well, that's what we're going to find out.

Come on, you great oaf. This is no time to take a nap.

If I've broken my back hauling a corpse about, I'll never forgive you, Tarrant.

Cally.

Cally!

(Voice echoing) Vila. - Cally.

Hang on, Cally. I'm coming.

Blake!

- Slave. - Yes, Master?

- How long before we make planet fall? - One hour, Master.

That is Earth standard time, of course. I hope that is satisfactory.

There's still no sign of the Liberator on our screen.

I fear not, Master.

I'm getting a heavy radiation shadow.

Focus looks to be 001 to our present heading. Check it.

At once, Master.

It appears to be the residual of an explosion, Master.

Analysis of the radiation pattern suggests it could have happened

near the planet of our destination.

And it generated a lot more power than the death of any normal ship would have done.

- You are correct as always, Master. - Do you think it was the Liberator?

Thought is beyond my humble capacities, Master.

True.

Vila rescued me?

You were injured trying to rescue Cally. He rescued you.

- Suddenly I am hip deep in heroes. - Where is Cally?

- Cally is dead. - Are you sure?

- Yes, I'm sure. - He went back in.

He wanted to be a hero, too.

We needed Orac.

We still do.

Orac got a bit dented. For which he blames me.

It seems I rescued the wrong one.

At first light, we'll make for the high ground to the south.

Where's Tarrant?

- He was right behind us. - I'll go back.

- Stay here. - You wouldn't like to leave the gun?

That's right, I wouldn't.

- I'll come with you then, shall I? - Stay here.

You were supposed to be keeping an eye on Tarrant.

I saved his life once. Am I supposed to make a career of it?

- Where are you going? - I want to see what's up ahead.

- Avon said to stay here. - So stay here.

Dayna?

Dayna?

Dayna!

Dayna!

Dayna!

- Vila! Help me quickly. - Where are you?

- Over here. - Coming.

That's a big help, Vila.

- Help. Help! - Stop it, Vila.

- You'll have us both down there. - Help!

Help! Help! Help!

This is all your fault, Dayna. Help.

Help! Well, don't just hang there, do something.

Well, I'm open to suggestions.

- That's what I like to hear. Get us out of here!

Hurry up. Please.

Relax. Your problems are over.

Pass out again and I'll leave you, Tarrant.

- I'm surprised you came back this time. - We stand a better chance as a group.

What, while something's eating me, you can get away?

Or vice versa.

I'll drink to that.

- You all right? - How many more of you are there?

- Just one. - Stand still. Drop the gun.

Now move away from it. Slowly.

Name's Dorian.

And in case you hadn't noticed, I just saved your friends' lives.

You know what they say, no good deed goes unpunished.

See, I told you I was alone.

Oh, now will you stop pointing that gun at me? It's beginning to make my teeth itch.

What are you doing on this planet?

I could ask you the same thing.

You could, but I have the gun.

I'm a salvage man.

Who are you working for?

Oh, there's no profit in working for anybody except yourself.

It all looks standard enough, except for that.

You tell me. I bought the ship second-hand.

That was part of the fixtures and fittings.

I've never been able to work out what the hell it was for.

- You know what it looks like, Avon? - Shut up, Vila.

Avon and Vila.

- You've heard of us? - Should I have done?

Are you in the salvage game, too?

Yes, that's right.

I thought I knew most of the independents working this sector.

Outer holds and drive section are clear.

There's no one on the ship except us.

And I've dogged the main hatches.

So if there is anyone else outside, that's where they're going to stay.

Any reason why we shouldn't just take off?

- Well... - Yes.

I've come a long way to go back empty.

- What did you expect to find? - Well, same as you, friend.

And what was that?

Look, saving your necks was obviously crazy, but I'm not basically stupid, right?

- I do know my business. - His business is salvage, Dayna.

- Same as ours. - And I know this is Terminal.

I know it's an artificially modified planet.

I know that underneath the surface, there's a load of valuable gear waiting to be stripped out.

Not any more.

You mean you've got it already?

Can you fly this ship?

It's just a Wanderer class planet hopper. Mark Il by the look of it.

Obsolete, but functional.

- I want it flown, not catalogued. - No problem.

One problem. It happens to be my ship.

No problem.

It's all right. On these old cargo ships, only the main deck is pressurised in flight.

That'll be cosy.

Would you rather be snuggling up to those snakes?

Can I think about it and let you know?

Anything special I should watch for?

Do you want me to help you hijack my own ship?

Listen, if I get it wrong, you'll be as dead as the rest of us.

You're the pilot. You work it out.

- What was that? - Tarrant?

It was outside the ship.

- Slave. - Yes, Master.

- Analyse exterior disturbance. - It is an earthquake, Master.

Cause?

Cause?

Further subsurface explosions of great depth and power.

Magnitudes and positions are as follows...

Skip that. What do we expect to happen next?

My poor abilities do not allow expectations, Master.

Readings do indicate an imminent earthquake,

followed by severe volcanic activity in this entire region.

It'll be quicker and safer if I take her up.

- Main gyros. - Check. Clear.

- Drives one and two. - Check. Green.

- Orbital booster. - Check. Primed.

Thrust computer.

Check. Running.

All pilot systems are green.

Count is two minutes and running. Better strap down tight.

I haven't lifted these into orbit too often.

- How often? - Once.

- When was that? - In about one minute and 45 seconds.

If we last that long.

Get this thing off the ground, Tarrant.

- Ten seconds. - Main drives running true.

All drives on. Lift, you scruffy bag of bolts. Lift.

Orbital booster fired!

Primary orbit achieved.

As I said, no problem.

As he said, one problem.

- What's going on? - We are.

What have you done, Tarrant?

I didn't save your life so you could keep risking mine.

- Dorian has pre-programmed the flight computer. - To do what?

- Take him home, presumably. - To where his friends will be waiting, presumably.

And any friend of Dorian's is unlikely to be a friend of ours.

Given the way you pushed him around.

Can you override the programme?

You heard how Slave reacted.

It's obviously keyed to Dorian's voice pattern.

- Well, there must be a way round that. - There is.

If you want to disrupt every system aboard this ship, including life support.

- Could Orac do it? - If I had the necessary equipment to repair Orac.

- Which I haven't. - So we're stuck.

I think it's time to start being very nice to Dorian.

What shall we do?

Why don't you check the flight readouts? Run some calculations.

- See if you can work out where we're going. - Yeah.

Dayna, see if you can find a gun locker anywhere around.

- And then I want your professional opinion of that. - Right.

- Vila. - Ready.