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 and is not for sale under any circumstances. Transcript and format (c) 2002 by Nicola Mody
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Kerr Avon |
Paul Darrow |
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Vila Restal |
Michael Keating |
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Del Tarrant |
Steven Pacey |
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Dayna Mellanby |
Angela Bruce |
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Soolin |
Paula Wilcox |
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Orac and Slave |
Peter Tuddenham |
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Servalan |
Jacqueline Pearce |
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Captain Vledka |
Graham Padden |
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Madame Gaskia |
Judy Cornwell |
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Doctor Rossum |
Peter Jeffrey |
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Others |
Played by members of the cast: |
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Klissak |
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Federation sergeant |
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Spinder |
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Commander Modnitz |
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Tour guide |
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Roddil |
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Robots |
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Set between the TV episodes Stardrive and Animals, after the first radio play The Sevenfold Crown.
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[A restaurant in Blag City; quiet conversation and the clatter of cutlery can be heard in the background] |
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AVON |
I’ll kill him. I’ll kill the little swine |
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TARRANT |
How long have we got? |
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AVON |
If we haven’t made the hyper-jump within... [he looks at his watch] ...within 97 minutes, we’ll have missed the coordinates, and the journey time will be nearly doubled, and I doubt if the syndeton would last that long. |
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TARRANT |
He’ll be here. Vila’s no fool. |
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AVON |
No? |
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TARRANT |
Well, not when his survival’s at stake. |
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AVON |
And when he’s got a belly-full of boo-juice? |
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TARRANT |
Maybe he’s gone straight back to the ship. |
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AVON |
By himself? Through the shanties? He wouldn’t last ten minutes. I should never have agreed to split up, Tarrant. I tell you, I’m just about at the end of my patience. |
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TARRANT |
These stores trips are always dicey. I’ve never known you to be so jumpy. |
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AVON |
I know this place. I’ve known it since I was kicked out of the Academy. If he isn’t here in five minutes, I shall go without him. |
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[Scorpio cargo hold] |
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SOOLIN |
Oof! Dayna! Come and give us a hand with these carbohydrate blocks, they weigh a ton! |
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SLAVE |
Forgive me for contradicting you, madam. Each block weighs precisely 116.225 kilos. |
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SOOLIN |
Thank you, Slave, a very useful piece of information. |
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SLAVE |
I was merely intending to point out that they should be stored on the right side of the end bunker. We are in danger of losing our trim. |
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[there is a crashing sound as Soolin drops a block into place] |
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DAYNA |
Aren’t they back yet? I’m beginning to get worried. |
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[more crashes and grunts] |
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DAYNA |
Whew! You weren’t kidding! |
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SOOLIN |
At least we’re safe from the Feds here. |
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DAYNA |
Yeah. |
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SLAVE |
Dreadfully sorry, madam, but that is not so. I have been picking up transmissions from Federation security patrols. They are searching the bars for cratch dealers. |
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SOOLIN |
What? We must warn them. Slave, open a link. |
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[The restaurant] |
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AVON |
That’s it. I’m going. |
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TARRANT |
Without Vila? |
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AVON |
And I hope he enjoys a long and happy retirement in Blag City. We’re well rid of him. |
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[Avon’s bracelet chimes] |
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SOOLIN |
[over bracelet comms] Come in Avon, come in Avon, over. |
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AVON |
What is it, Soolin? |
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SOOLIN |
You’d better get your rollers on. The Feds are in town, Servalan’s lot. Out. |
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[she cuts comms] |
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AVON |
Oh, no. Now we’ve got to find him. If he lets on where we’re heading, it’s goodbye to the syndeton and goodbye to the stardrive. |
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TARRANT |
No, you were right the first time. Let him stew in his own juice, we’ve got to get out of here. |
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AVON |
Nothing would give me more pleasure, but once the Feds start their little games, he’ll crack like a soft-boiled egg. |
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[A bar in Blag City] |
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VILA |
[drunkenly] Syndexia! That’s where we’re going! Whoops! I was supposed to keep that a se...secret. |
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KLISSAK |
[laughs] Here, go on. Have a line. This’s Daddy Lloyd’s pink, this! [he slaps a packet down on the bar] S’only hundred credits a hit. |
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VILA |
No, thanks. Brings me out in pimples, cratch does. |
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KLISSAK |
Mm-hmm. |
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VILA |
I’ll have another little drink, though. |
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KLISSAK |
[drawn-out] Yeah.... |
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VILA |
Secret...yeah. You won’t tell anybody, will you? |
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KLISSAK |
You’ve got half a bottle left. [he laughs] Eh? Well, what about? |
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VILA |
What about what? |
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KLISSAK |
[laughs] |
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[In the city streets] |
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AVON |
It’s going to take us half the night at this rate, he could be anywhere. This is madness. How I ever came to be saddled with— |
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TARRANT |
Get back! |
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AVON |
What is it? |
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TARRANT |
I thought I saw...yes, look. Piling out of that transport. |
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AVON |
Feds. |
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[The bar] |
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VILA |
...and Avon said to me... |
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KLISSAK |
Yeah? |
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VILA |
‘Vila, old son,’ he said, ‘Vila, you’re abso...lutely...lutely right...’ |
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KLISSAK |
[chuckles] |
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VILA |
‘...as you usually are!’ |
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SERGEANT |
[through megaphone] Everyone! |
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VILA |
[putting his bottle down] Ooh! |
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SERGEANT |
Stay where you are! |
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VILA |
Oh, right. Oh, yeah. |
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[someone disobeys and is machine-gunned down, crying out in pain] |
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SERGEANT |
Quiet! [they obey; music can be heard] Turn off that noise! [there is silence] Have your IDs ready, and do as you’re told, and no one else’ll get hurt. |
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[Outside] |
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TARRANT |
Is he there? Can you see him? |
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AVON |
No, I...yes! Yes, he’s right in the middle of it. What clip have you got in your gun? |
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TARRANT |
Ah...plasma bullets. Semiautomatic. |
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AVON |
Give it to me. Take mine, it’s on maximum stun. |
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TARRANT |
Right. |
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AVON |
Grab us a slider-cab, but don’t kill the driver unless you have to. We’re in enough trouble. |
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TARRANT |
You’re going in? |
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AVON |
What choice have I got? |
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[The bar] |
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KLISSAK |
Oh God, what am I gonna to do? It’s the cratch they’re after. |
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VILA |
Oh, lighten up, make a joke of it. They love a little joke, these lads. |
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SPINDER |
ID? |
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KLISSAK |
Oh, yeah, yeah. [he complies] Sure, here. |
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SPINDER |
Hmm. Klissak? |
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KLISSAK |
Yeah, that’s right, Ulaf Klissak, yeah. It’s all there. [he sniffs] |
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SPINDER |
Hmm. Right, stand up. Hands above your head. [she pats him down] What have we here? One...two... [she extracts bags of cratch from him and puts them on the bar] Sergeant! |
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KLISSAK |
Look, it’s—it’s all for my own use, it’s...well, it’s medicinal like, you know, I get headaches. |
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SPINDER |
How’d you think you were going to get away with it? I could smell you a mile away. |
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VILA |
D’you know, that’s just what I thought when you and your pals came in. |
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SERGEANT |
There’s always a comic. Stand up! |
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[Vila does] |
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SERGEANT |
’Ere, I know you, don’t I? |
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VILA |
Who’s a lucky boy, then? |
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SERGEANT |
Oh, got it! Spinder, you haven’t been doing your homework. This face is slapped on the wall in every station ’ouse in the Federation. So? Where are your friends then? |
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AVON |
Over here, sergeant. No! Don’t try— [he shoots; the sergeant cries out] The next burst takes the sergeant’s head off. Vila. Over here. Move it. Move it! |
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VILA |
Oh, yeah, sure. |
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[Scorpio] |
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AVON |
[entering] Slave, report. |
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SLAVE |
No sign of pursuit, master. Twelve minutes to position H. |
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TARRANT |
We’ve lost them. |
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AVON |
No thanks to Vila. |
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SOOLIN |
How is he? |
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DAYNA |
He’s passed out. |
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AVON |
For good, I hope. This can’t go on. |
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DAYNA |
It’s the longest he’s stayed on the wagon yet. |
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AVON |
I’m not talking about that drunken cretin, he’s beyond hope, or we’re all as bad. It’s the life we live—chase and be chased. Well, that’s it. I’ve had enough. |
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DAYNA |
What? |
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SOOLIN |
Avon, are you all right? |
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AVON |
I’m very far from all right. I mean what I say. This has got to stop. |
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TARRANT |
Well, what are you saying? Are you suggesting that we go back to Xenon and settle down? |
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DAYNA |
I know what he means. Anything must be better than the last couple of hours. |
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SOOLIN |
Well, I’m not quite ready for my shawl and rocking chair yet, thank you very much. |
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DAYNA |
We have been running a very long time. |
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TARRANT |
Yeah, and when the Federation boys arrive? |
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DAYNA |
We could hole up somewhere. |
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TARRANT |
So Servalan has won. You’re ready to let her take over the— |
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AVON |
[over him] That’s not what I’m saying at all, I’m saying that we keep playing the game to her rules. We need to fight back, really fight. But on equal terms. |
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SOOLIN |
So, what are you suggesting? |
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AVON |
We need a power base. We should be able to negotiate with the Federation from a position of strength, instead of scuttling away, whimpering like a bunch of mutant mongrels from the backstreet gutters of Balaksom. |
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TARRANT |
Mm, you always had a pretty turn of phrase, Avon. You know what my old nana used to say? ‘Fine words butter no parsnips.’ |
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DAYNA |
Parsnips? What’s a parsnip? |
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SOOLIN |
Oh, come on, Avon, Tarrant’s right. If you’ve got something to say, say it. |
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AVON |
Why is it that Syndexia has become so important in the last few years? And how has Madame Gaskia become one of the most powerful women in the Federation? |
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TARRANT |
Since syndeton ran out everywhere else, they have the monopoly. |
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AVON |
Precisely. |
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DAYNA |
Madame Gaskia? Who’s Madame Gaskia? |
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SOOLIN |
She’s the ruler of Syndexia, she’s an absolute dictator. |
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AVON |
Not for much longer. She’s in for a little surprise. It’s our turn now. We need something to bargain with. And I know just what that something is going to be. Syndeton. |
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[Servalan’s quarters] |
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COMPUTER |
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