Written by Barry Letts, directed by
Brian Lighthill.
Transcribed by Nicola Mody
(c) 1998 by the British Broadcasting Corporation. Series created by Terry Nation. This is a dialogue transcript for research purposes — is not for sale under any circumstances. Transcript — format (c) 2002 by Nicola Mody
Part 3 (back to Part 2)
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[Gheblakon’s palace] |
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GHEBLAKON |
You are most welcome, ah, Commissioner Sleer. You —, ah, your, your companions. |
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SERVALAN |
Lieutenant Vledka — Officer Gradzil of the Security Service. |
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VLEDKA |
[clicks heels] Your majesty. |
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GRADZIL |
[clicks heels — grunts] |
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SERVALAN |
I must apologise, your majesty, for descending on you unannounced in such an impolite manner, but you must underst— that it is a matter of Federation security at the highest level. This is why I have brought two armed officers to the palace. Please forgive me if I trespass on your royal prerogative. |
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GHEBLAKON |
Anything I can do to help the Federation, Commissioner. |
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SERVALAN |
Thank you, sir. A classified document has gone missing. I have reason to believe that those who took it have made their way to Torella. I can say no more than that. |
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FL—AR |
Can you tell us who they are? |
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SERVALAN |
Outlaws. Rebels, pirates— |
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GHEBLAKON |
Pirates! Ah! |
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FL—AR |
[clears his throat] Your majesty. |
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GHEBLAKON |
Er, um, that’s shocking! Shocking! |
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SERVALAN |
I have their likenesses here. [three beeps as the pictures are displayed] |
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GHEBLAKON |
Hmm. Villainous looking bunch. Couple of juicy jampuffs though. Wait a moment! Fl—ar? That’s Prince L—ros, isn’t it? |
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FL—AR |
An undoubted similarity, sir. |
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GHEBLAKON |
Turned to piracy! Hah! Chip off the old block! |
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SERVALAN |
Let me see. [two beeps] That, sir, is a man named Tarrant, a renegade officer of the Federation Space Fleet. Are you saying that he is here? |
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GHEBLAKON |
Thought he was a bit too beautiful to be Bratfis’s boy. Face like a squashed frog, old Bratfis. — that one? |
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SERVALAN |
Avon. The worst of the lot. They are here? In the palace? |
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GHEBLAKON |
Fl—ar? |
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FL—AR |
Sah! |
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GHEBLAKON |
Nip along — find out which suite the ah, the chamberlain’s put the prince in. Terrible thing if they got away. |
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FL—AR |
[leaving] Yes, sir. Terrible, sir. |
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GHEBLAKON |
Your lads could spend weeks searching the palace — lose yourselves into the bargain, I shouldn’t wonder. I-I remember on one occasion, er er— |
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SERVALAN |
Thank you for your help, sir. Come. [leaves] |
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GHEBLAKON |
Help? Ah, yes...What, er, where are you going? [door slams] Ah. |
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[outside the jewel chamber] |
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AVON |
As soon as Dayna comes through, we’ll join the queue for the jewel chamber. |
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SOOLIN |
Right. |
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AVON |
I’ll tell Dayna to st— by for the word from you, Vila, as soon as you’ve got the diadem, to take us all up. |
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VILA |
Me first. |
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AVON |
Of course. |
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[Avon’s bracelet chimes] |
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DAYNA |
Come in, Avon. Do you copy? Do you copy? |
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AVON |
[to the others] Get on with it. I’ll join you. |
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SOOLIN |
Right. |
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VILA |
Right. |
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AVON |
[to Dayna] I copy. |
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DAYNA |
Slave’s gone through the teleport circuits — can’t find anything wrong. He thinks it was just a blip, a temporary bug. |
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AVON |
Some blip if it str—s us down here. Wait till Vila gives the word, then take us up fast. Vila first. Got it? |
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DAYNA |
Got it. Fingers crossed. Out. |
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[Avon’s bracelet chimes twice (off, then on)] |
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TARRANT |
Come in, please. |
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AVON |
I copy. This had better be important, Tarrant. |
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TARRANT |
What’s going on? How much longer have I got to hang around? |
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AVON |
Oh for... Dayna’s st—ing by to take us all up. Now get off the air! |
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[Guest quarters in Gheblakon’s palace] |
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TARRANT |
All right, all right, I can take a hint. Out. |
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[he closes bracelet comms; the door opens] |
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FL—AR |
Sir, sir! |
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TARRANT |
What is it? |
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FL—AR |
I’ve come to warn you, Mr Tarrant. |
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TARRANT |
You know who I am? |
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FL—AR |
Yes, sir, — so does Commissioner Sleer. The king’s keeping her talking while I— |
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SERVALAN |
Keep him covered. Thank you, Captain Fl—ar. How lucky that you were able to find him so quickly. |
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[Tarrant leaps to his feet] |
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VLEDKA |
Stay where you are, sit down, — put your h—s flat on the table. Move! |
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TARRANT |
All right. |
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SERVALAN |
There’s a good boy. But where is Avon? Captain Fl—ar? |
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FL—AR |
I, uh... |
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SERVALAN |
Never mind. Please convey the good news to his majesty, — tell him what a help you’ve been. Off you go. |
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FL—AR |
Yes, commissioner, of course. |
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SERVALAN |
— close the door. [he does] You should choose your friends more carefully. King Gheblakon is a very poor dissembler. |
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TARRANT |
If you’re going to kill me, get on with it. |
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SERVALAN |
I’m afraid I shall have to defer that pleasure, my dear Tarrant. I repeat: where is Avon? — the rest? Have they got the diadem? |
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TARRANT |
If you can read my mind, you must know the answers. |
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SERVALAN |
Why do you think I need the diadem? This stone gives me nothing but a...tantalising glimpse. For example, I can see that you really are terrified that I might order my friends to shoot you. — yet you hide it admirably. Answer my question. |
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TARRANT |
— then what? As long as I keep quiet, I keep breathing. |
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SERVALAN |
You’re more brave than I thought. Vledka. Would you like to find out precisely how brave this gentleman is? |
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VLEDKA |
With pleasure, madam. Now then, sir. Why don’t you answer the commissioner’s questions, — save yourself a lot of unpleasantness? |
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TARRANT |
Go on then. Hit me. |
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VLEDKA |
You underestimate me, sir. Gradzil? |
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GRADZIL |
[grunts] |
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VLEDKA |
Tie him to the chair. |
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GRADZIL |
[grunts — complies] |
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SERVALAN |
Ooh, I’m looking forward to this. |
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TARRANT |
[gasps in pain] |
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[The jewel chamber] |
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ATTENDANT |
...seven...eight...nine. That’s the lot. [cries of outrage] You’ll all get yer chance. [he shuts the door] |
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ATTENDANT |
Ooh, no sir, no sir, st— back! |
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VILA |
Oh! Sorry! |
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ATTENDANT |
Look, you’re only allowed up to the diadem showcase one at a time, see? More than my job’s worth. Right, madam. You’re first, — you’ll be next. |
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VILA |
Thanks. |
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SOOLIN |
Isn’t it rather hot in here? |
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AVON |
It certainly is. Can’t you turn the heat down a bit? |
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ATTENDANT |
Kept at a constant temperature. Dust-free atmosphere an’ all. If you’d bought the guide, you’d’a known that. |
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AVON |
Twenty trids for a couple of pages? Daylight robbery. |
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[Scorpio] |
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DAYNA |
Come on, come on. |
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SLAVE |
Forgive me, mistress. |
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DAYNA |
What is it, Slave? |
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SLAVE |
I could be entirely wrong, but it may be inadvisable to keep the teleport channel open. |
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DAYNA |
Why? |
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SLAVE |
There appears to be a small but significant diminution of the bio-energy store. It would seem to be connected to the overload circuit. I know that my opinion is worth very little, but it might be safer to switch off. |
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DAYNA |
We have no choice. Leave it as it is. |
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SLAVE |
Yes, mistress. I’m sure you know best. |
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[bracelet comms chime] |
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DAYNA |
I copy, Tarrant. Come in. |
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TARRANT |
[gasps in pain] For God’s sake, Dayna, aaaaugh! |
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DAYNA |
I’m bringing you up! |
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TARRANT |
Aaaaaugh! |
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[he teleports] |
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DAYNA |
My God, what have they been doing to you? |
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[The jewel chamber] |
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ATTENDANT |
Next! |
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VILA |
About time too! |
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SOOLIN |
It really is close in here. |
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ATTENDANT |
There’s nothing I can do about it, madam. |
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AVON |
D’you get many visitors? |
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ATTENDANT |
Oh, in the season. Queuing ’alf-way to the royal gibbet. More than ’alf a million over the years. It’s all in the guide. |
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SOOLIN |
Oh-oh-oh. [she falls to the floor] |
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VILA |
Hey! She’s fainted! |
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AVON |
It’s the heat. I told you it was too hot— |
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ATTENDANT |
All tight, all right, st— back. St— back! |
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VILA |
Give her some air. |
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ATTENDANT |
Leave it to me. We’re trained in this sort of thing. |
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SOOLIN |
Oh...what... |
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AVON |
Now, then. |
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SOOLIN |
Oh, what’s happening? |
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ATTENDANT |
No no no, try to get up. You have to keep the blood flowing to the cerebral tissue. |
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AVON |
[to Vila] Get in there! |
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ATTENDANT |
That’s what they call the brain, you see. You have to learn, you see. |
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VILA |
Ahh! |
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SOOLIN |
I suddenly felt so hot. |
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MAN |
It’s a disgrace, the power... |
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VILA |
Got it! |
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ATTENDANT |
Well, it’s not my fault, is it? I mean, fair’s fair. |
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VILA |
Right, Dayna. It’s all yours. [the teleport starts to operate, but cuts in — out] I say again, take me up! [Dayna tries again] Dayna! |
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[the door opens] |
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GUARD |
You! Stay where you are! |
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VILA |
Oh, no! |
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GUARD |
Is that the man? |
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WEMPIN |
Yeah... Yes, it is. |
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VILA |
Wempin! |
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WEMPIN |
I’m sorry, I...I didn’t get away in time. |
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VILA |
No need to snatch. I mean, suppose I just put it back? [the guard hits him] Ooh...oh. All right, all right, I’ll come quiet. [he is hit again] Ow! There’s no need for that. |
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WEMPIN |
I’m sorry. They were going to hang me. |
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VILA |
Now, there’s a thought. |
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SOOLIN |
[quietly] Now what? |
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AVON |
Into the street. Get lost in the crowd. |
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[Gheblakon’s palace] |
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SERVALAN |
Yes! Hang him. — the sooner the better. |
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VILA |
Now look, couldn’t we discuss this? |
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GHEBLAKON |
Well, we’ll have to send out the criers, to get the crowds in. We’ll stretch his neck at sunset, hey? Sorry to keep you waiting, lad. |
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VILA |
I can bear it. |
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GHEBLAKON |
It was a brave try. You’ve earned yourself a right royal send-off, boy. We’ll light you on your way with torches, — bonfires. Fireworks too, —, — drums— |
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VILA |
I used to be a dab h— at the drums. |
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GHEBLAKON |
Oh, eh? |
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VILA |
In the Federation pen on Skleg, we had a group going which was as good as— |
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