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Excerpt from Blakes 7: The Program Guide by Tony Attwood The Liberator is in deep space and the crew are contemplating mining an asteroid for some rare minerals, when an alien space ship of totally unknown design drifts into detector range. It appears to be unmanned and has a strange effect upon Cally. She denies that she is receiving any signal from the ship, and along with Avon and Vila teleports across to the craft to investigate. They discover a corpse laid out in what appears to be some ceremonial splendor, and also a mechanism that Cally automatically picks up. On the Liberator, Dayna and Tarrant are informed that there is a dangerous build-up of energy on the alien ship. They pass this information on to Avon, who demands to be teleported back immediately. However, in what appears to be a teleportation function, only Cally arrives on the ship carrying the alien artifact. In desperation, Cally teleports back, links hands with Avon and Vila, and brings them back to the Liberator just seconds ahead of an explosion on the alien craft. Without the others knowing, Cally has also brought back a ring from the alien craft. Strange things begin to happen on the Liberator, including a build-up of static electricity, and Cally appears to be acting in an unusual way under the influence of the artifact. She eventually reactivates the object, which glows rapidly before crumbling into dust. At that moment; an alien being appears on the Liberator, draining power from Cally and beginning to appear somewhat in her form. Power is also being drained from the Liberator. Zen and Orac both cease to function. Having attacked various members of the crew, the alien turns on Avon. He, however, stands up to her demands for servitude and taunts her to do her worst and kill him. She retreats from this final possibility, clearly wanting his service rather than his death. Avon finally takes the ring from the alien and, in facing up to her, forces Cally to fight off the alien influence and regain full consciousness. Together they defeat and destroy the alien, but not before she reveals that her home is many centuries distant on a world totally unknown to humans. She tells them that her kind, who remain unnamed throughout the episode, know what death is like and through death remain aware of the passing years whilst being deaf, dumb, blind and totally unable to move. It is in order to end this torment of living death that the alien has sought to gain Cally's body. Review 07/09/2005 by ledlogic The less said about this episode the better. (c) 1980 by the British Broadcasting Corporation. Series created by Terry Nation. This is a complete dialogue transcript for research purposes and is not for sale under any circumstances. Format (c) 1993 by Susan Schnitger, Micky DuPree and Didi Johnson. Dramatis Personae
[On the surface of a planet. Three figures clad in red approach a round, shining white building. Two are carrying burning torches, the third is carrying an object covered by a red veil.] [A circular chamber within that building. On the floor is a triangular pattern with rays extending from it. On a bier nearby lies a body completely hidden beneath a drape. Three more figures are there. Two, wearing gray, are also holding burning torches. The third is wearing black. The three figures in red enter the chamber. The one carrying the object sets it on the floor, and all make an obeisance to the one in black. All six figures gather about the triangle, and the leader magically extinguishes each of the other's torches in turn. A series of masked figures are conjured one by one in the center of the triangle: A female figure in green appears. She proffers a smoking bowl then disappears. A male figure in orange appears. He does some sleight of hand, making some scarves and a white dove appear from an empty tube and then vanishes. A female figure in aqua appears. She strums a few chords on a lyre-like harp and then disappears. A male figure in red appears. He postures threateningly and fires a gun and then vanishes. The assemblage starts to leave. A male Caucasian figure in black appears and simply stands there in a relaxed posture. The leader frowns, then banishes it with a gesture. She motions the others to leave, then uncovers the hands of the corpse. Removing a ring set with a large black stone from her own hand she slips it onto one of the body's fingers. After replacing the covering she exits.] [On the surface of the planet. The building is revealed to be a spaceship as it rises into the sky.] [In space. The alien spaceship drifts.] [A shot of a band of twisted gold metal. Then it serves as a frame to an extreme close up of Cally's eye.] [Inside Cally's cabin on the Liberator. She is sitting in a chair, holding a sheet of paper.] AVON: [V.O., O.O.S.] Cally. CALLY: What is it? AVON: [V.O., O.O.S.] Well, it looks like a door. And it's closed. [Cally lays the paper on a table then opens the door and he enters the shot.] Zen's fixed the orbit of the mineral asteroid that Tarrant was talking about. We have half an hour to decide if we go after it. CALLY: Why not? It's something else to chase. [Avon picks up the paper and looks at it.] A sketch of a place I used to know. AVON: Auron. CALLY: Yes, Auron. And it's pointless to think about it. I'll never see it again. AVON: That's why you've been shut in here for ten hours? Thinking about Auron and how you'll never see it again? CALLY: That's why. AVON: I wish I could promise you that the sparkling company on the flight deck would take you out of yourself. CALLY: [smiles ruefully] I'm all right. AVON: No, you're not. [He rests his hand on her arm.] But you will be. Regret is part of being alive. But keep it a small part. CALLY: As you do? AVON: [Smiles] Demonstrably. [Cally smiles, pats him on the chest, and exits. Avon lays the paper down and follows.] [The flight deck of the Liberator. Tarrant is working with a hand calculating device near one of the control positions. Dayna is seated in the pit, tuning a lyre-like string instrument. Vila is bending over a triangular game board, moving a playing piece. Cally and Avon enter.] VILA: I think I'm going to win this time, Avon. DAYNA: Congratulations. [Avon pauses by the board to remove three black pieces and shift one white piece.] VILA: You can't. Oh. Yes, you can. DAYNA: Vila didn't win again. VILA: It was your fault. You put me off. DAYNA: With pleasure. On the first planet we come to. TARRANT: [Approaches Avon and hands him the calculator.] Here, take a look at this. That asteroid's less than thirty- two hours away, but we'll still be cutting it fine. AVON: Let's get going then. There's nothing keeping us here. ZEN: Information. Detectors indicate a vessel is approaching. AVON: Identification? ZEN: Negative. AVON: What speed is it making? ZEN: There is no specific speed. The vehicle is apparently adrift. TARRANT: Damaged? ZEN: Negative. AVON: Put it on visual. ZEN: Confirmed. Scanners in operation. [It displays a blurry visual of the alien spaceship.] TARRANT: Doesn't maintain your usual standards, Zen. [The focus sharpens.] Some kind of alien. AVON: It's like nothing I've ever seen before. VILA: An alien spaceship has aliens on it, right? My experience of aliens hasn't exactly been warming. TARRANT: Your experiences with humans haven't been particularly glowing either. Zen, any idea where she comes from? ZEN: Negative. No comparative data is available. Primary analysis suggests the design is eccentric and may be decorative rather than functional. AVON: What about manpower, or whatever power it's got? ZEN: The ship registers no life signs. VILA: Well, if it really were alien it may not register as life. ZEN: Alien vessel is now stationary. AVON: Distance? ZEN: Two hundred spatials. AVON: That's a little too perfect for something that is registering as unmanned. TARRANT: We signal? AVON: Give me a reason. TARRANT: A reason? It's out there. AVON: In other words, you're bored. TARRANT: In other words, I don't believe in missing chances. AVON: Any chance this offers is purely hypothetical. On the other hand, any minerals we pull off that asteroid are unique and therefore conceivably useful. And once its orbit takes it back into the perimeter of its sun, we lose it for another three months. TARRANT: I still give this priority. DAYNA: We can't just ignore it. CALLY: No, Avon, we can't. AVON: Something else to chase? Very well, as you are all so eager -- Zen, signal the alien. ZEN: Confirmed. [There is an alien sound. Cally closes her eyes and winces slightly.] AVON: [to Cally] What is it? CALLY: What? AVON: You picked up on something. CALLY: No. How could I? I'm an Auron. The only message I can receive is from one of my own people. AVON: I know. DAYNA: But you're still psi-developed, Cally. You can read minds sometimes. Did you? CALLY: Not then. TARRANT: I don't believe her. AVON: Leave it, Tarrant. She just told you, only an Auron can communicate directly to another Auron. That thing out there is not an Auron ship. Zen, confirm negative response. ZEN: Negative response confirmed. AVON: [Pulls ORAC's key out.] Now, we have another decision to make. Somehow that ship has moored itself conveniently close. Do we teleport aboard? TARRANT: I suggest a party of three for maximum cover, and armed. AVON: Why do I get the feeling that you have been planning this for weeks? Very well. Vila, Cally, get three guns. Get to the teleport. TARRANT: And do what -- AVON: [To Tarrant] YOU will remain here as backup with Dayna. [Smiles slightly] You don't mind, do you? [Hands him ORAC's key.] [The circular chamber in the alien spaceship. Everything is covered with a thick layer of dust and cobwebs. Cally appears alone.] CALLY: [looks around] Avon? Vila? [Avon and Vila appear, Vila falling down immediately.] CALLY: Something went wrong? VILA: You can say that again. CALLY: You were both seconds behind me. AVON: [into bracelet] Dayna, what happened? [The teleport room on the Liberator. Dayna is at the controls, TARRANT is near by.] DAYNA: Nothing happened. AVON: [v.o.] I was late getting here and Vila arrived on his head. TARRANT: Nothing showed up as wrong. I'll get Zen to check everything out. AVON: Do that. VILA: We are going to be able to get back, aren't we? I shouldn't like to have to spend the rest of my life here. [An "alien" sound effect -- a static-y hum -- begins quietly, then build louder and louder as the scene continues] AVON: Don't worry. It wouldn't be a long one. VILA: Wonderful. What do you mean? AVON: Zen promised us an oxygen atmosphere but it's pretty thin on the ground. [He rests his hand on an object that crumbles beneath its weight, then picks up a disk.] Though it must have been denser at one time to cause so much of this. [He effortlessly crushes the disk into powder.] CALLY: You kept Tarrant out. Why? AVON: His enthusiasm can be distracting. VILA: [pulling at ribbons draped over the furnishings] What are all these colored ribbons? AVON: Perhaps they were having a party. According to Zen this ship has one single deck and this is it. Do you notice anything? [Vila looks about blankly.] CALLY: No instrument panels? AVON: No navigational or drive systems whatsoever. It's unlikely that they would corrode without trace. CALLY: [approaches the bier and uncovers the ring] Avon, look at this. AVON: [uncovers the face of the body] Whatever it was, it was humanoid. VILA: I don't think I want to see. CALLY: This isn't a a ship, it's a tomb. They, whoever they are or were, sealed their dead up inside and set it adrift in space. This rubble -- it's the remains of artifacts buried with the corpse. VILA: That doesn't seem very hygienic. AVON: You worked it all out very fast. CALLY: Well, it's obvious. AVON: Yes. CALLY: These jewels must be priceless. VILA: Jewels? [He reaches toward the ring.] CALLY: [blocks his arm] Vila, don't. VILA: [Looks at the corpse] No. I don't think I will. [As he turns away he trips on an object on the floor, then kneels beside it.] What's this? [He tears the veil covering it, revealing a device shaped like an egg mounted on a pedestal with several buttons.] AVON: [crouches beside Vila] I take it that's a rhetorical question, or did you really think we knew? VILA: No. AVON: I'd like to take a look at it before you smash it to bits. [Cally has remained beside the corpse. Something appears to catch her eye. She draws her gun and fires. The alien sound stops.] AVON: [draws his gun and swivels to face in the same direction as Cally] What the hell?! CALLY: I saw something. I think it must have been my reflection. VILA: You can take modesty too far, you know. DAYNA: [v.o.] Avon! Avon, answer. AVON: What is it? [Teleport room] TARRANT: The detectors are registering some sort of energy build-up all 'round you on that ship. AVON: [v.o.] One of us just fired at something that wasn't there. Maybe we've triggered something else that is. DAYNA: You certainly have. Listen, describe the interior. AVON: [v.o.] Dust, debris, rather an old corpse -- DAYNA: WHAT? Well, is there any sort of beam you could have broken? [Alien ship] AVON: Probably hundreds. DAYNA: [v.o.] A trip-wire? VILA: [indicating the ribbons he had gone back to fiddling with] Avon? AVON: We may have tripped a few wires, yes. [Teleport room] DAYNA: That ship must have an anti-intruder device rigged. You've activated it. Avon, I think you're now inside a live bomb. [Alien ship] AVON: Then get us out of here fast and do it right this time. [A throbbing sound starts and gets louder, and the room lighting begins to flicker in intensity.] Vila! VILA: Avon? AVON: [indicating egg-shaped device] Pick that thing up. [Vila approaches it reluctantly, then stops to cover his ears with both hands and shuts his eyes. Cally picks up the device and then vanishes.] VILA: That was smooth, Dayna. [Opens his eyes and looks about] Dayna? Avon, we're still here. [Cally appears in the teleport room.] TARRANT: Where are they? Cally, for heaven's sake! ZEN: Build-up of energy aboard alien ship increasing. TARRANT: Did they take off the bracelets? CALLY: Of course they didn't. DAYNA: [vainly works the controls again] Am I doing something wrong? CALLY: No. This happened going in. As if-- ZEN: Build-up of energy aboard alien ship increasing to a critical point. DAYNA: Zen, malfunction of teleport system. ZEN: Shutdown may be implemented. Energy increase aboard alien ship computed as reaching critical point in thirty seconds. CALLY: [hurries into teleport area] Put me back on the alien ship. TARRANT: You heard Zen -- you can't go back into that. Besides which, the teleport could fail totally at any moment or go into automatic shutdown. CALLY: Try to put me back. Give me as many seconds as you can spare then try to bring me out again. DAYNA: Don't. Don't, Cally. CALLY: Dayna! TARRANT: NO! ZEN: Twenty seconds. CALLY: I think I can bring them out with me, otherwise they'll both die. DAYNA: This way you'll all die. ZEN: Fifteen seconds. CALLY: It's our only chance. Do it! [Dayna rushes to work the controls.] ZEN: Ten seconds. [Aboard the alien ship. The beating sound is very loud.] AVON: [into bracelet] Answer me, will you? Answer me! [Cally appears and takes his hand.] Don't tell me, Zen has finally gone mad. CALLY: There's no time. Vila, give me your hand. [All three vanish.] [The alien ship explodes.] [The teleport room. All three appear.] TARRANT: Zen, damage report. ZEN: The Liberator has sustained no damage. The teleport is now functioning at full power. DAYNA: Better late than never. AVON: What the hell was going on over here? Afternoon tea? TARRANT: Ask Zen. I want to know what trick Cally pulled off that Zen couldn't. Or wouldn't. CALLY: Their teleport bracelets were affected by the energy build-up. Mine obviously wasn't. When I linked with Avon and Vila by touch, my bracelet boosted the others and brought the three of us through. TARRANT: Neat. And not remotely believable. VILA: Who cares, it worked. Thanks, Cally. [He looks at their still-linked hands.] I never realized you felt this way about me. [Cally drops his hand in exasperation.] CALLY: [to Avon] You were nearly killed. Was it worth it? AVON: Was it? CALLY: I'd like a straight answer. AVON: Try a straight question. CALLY: You didn't trust me. You thought I had some obscure reaction to something on that ship, didn't you? You and I teleported so that you could watch me and see what I'd do. You cut Tarrant out because he had the same idea, but he'd made no secret of it. AVON: You're over-reacting. CALLY: Probably. But you wouldn't expect a normal human response, would you? I'm not quite human. [Exits.] [The flight deck. The alien device has been cleaned up and is revealed to be an egg-shaped object in a bright enamel blue mounted on a base of shiny worked metal with an inset control panel with strange markings and buttons of varying sizes. It is sitting on a table with Avon studying it.] TARRANT: Are you having any luck with that object, Avon? AVON: As you can see, no. TARRANT: Try ORAC with it. AVON: I already have. It has no more idea of its function than we do. DAYNA: Do any of the buttons respond? AVON: [pushes each of them] No. [Cally's cabin. She is holding the alien's ring in her cupped hands, looking at it. There is a vision of the chamber in the alien ship. The figure with the smoking bowl appears, but now its face is revealed to be Cally's.] [The flight deck.] VILA: I've got a headache. Cally had the right idea. I think I'll get some rest. [Starts to leave then pauses.] As if a storm were coming. TARRANT: Rather unlikely in here, don't you think? [Vila exits.] DAYNA: I hate to say this, but I think Vila's right. There is something. [She touches a control panel.] I thought so! Static electricity. AVON: [cautiously touches same panel] Nothing. It must be your naturally electric personality. CALLY: [enters] I've finished with the book screen, Dayna. You said you wanted it. TARRANT: Ah, Cally. I've been going over that theory of yours about the teleport bracelets boosting each other. As you're aware, it doesn't make sense. CALLY: You have a better one? TARRANT: There was some kind of power source on that alien ship that you were telepathically receptive to. When the teleport failed you were able to use that source to get yourself out and to get Avon and Vila out with you. CALLY: I seem to be more clever than I thought I was. TARRANT: What I really want to know is why you're being so bashful. What are you hiding and why? AVON: Shut up, Tarrant. TARRANT: Did you say something to me? AVON: I said, shut up. I apologize for not realizing you are deaf. TARRANT: [approaches Avon] There's something else you don't realize. I don't take any orders from you. AVON: Well, now that's a great pity, considering that your own ideas are so limited. TARRANT: Don't try and bluff your way with me, Avon. I know what's been needling you right from the start. With Blake gone, you thought you'd got it made, didn't you? Thought you'd got control of this ship and a crew of three who'd say, "Yes, Avon. Whatever you want, Avon." [Cally puts the bookscreen down.] But you reckoned without me. [Cally starts toward the artifact.] AVON: That wouldn't be too difficult. [Alien sound effect starts.] TARRANT: Oh, really? I don't think so. When you found me on the Liberator, it was quite a blow. [Cally starts pushing buttons on the artifact.] And every time you look at me, it hits you harder, doesn't it? I'm faster than you and I'm sharper. As far as it goes, I've made a success of my life. But you? The only big thing you ever tried to do you failed at. The greatest computer swindle of all time ... but you couldn't quite pull it off, could you? If it hadn't been for Blake, you'd be rotting on Cygnus Alpha right now. No, you failed, Avon. But I win. Not just at games, at life. AVON: You also talk too much. TARRANT: Be thankful I'm restricting myself to talk. AVON: Well now, that's fascinating. You mean you can do something else? DAYNA: [Stepping between them] Oh, stop this. What are you doing? Warming up to cutting each other's throats? [Cally has already moved away from the alien device. She turns and heads for the exit. The alien sound effect stops.] TARRANT: [Turns away] Avon. Do you want to forget I said all that? AVON: It wasn't particularly memorable. [Corridor just off the flight deck. Cally pauses during Dayna's next speech then moves away down the corridor.] DAYNA: [v.o.] We need sleep. All of us. Even you need sleep, Tarrant. [Flight deck] TARRANT: And tomorrow, everything will look different? AVON: If it does, you can assume you're on the wrong ship. [In space. Views of the Liberator, as Dayna's voice sings: "I left my world to wander in this endless midnight sky, for space is just a starry night where no suns ever rise." The twisted gold band frames a view of the Liberator.] [Cally's cabin. She is lying on her bed. Sometimes her image is overlaid with a vision of her dressed in robes. The alien ring is on her finger.] Alien: [v.o.] Cally. Cally. Cally. [Vision of Cally as the woman in green, bearing the bowl.] [The flight deck. It is darker than normal. The egg-device is now glowing with a pulsing light. Dayna hurries in.] ZEN: Inboard sensors detect a build-up of energy on flight deck. This energy is of an electrical nature. VILA: [rushes in] Zen, what's the matter with the lights? ZEN: Life systems have regained full power. TARRANT: [enters] What's happening? VILA: Something funny is going on. DAYNA: [indicates egg device] That will take the smile off your face. VILA: Oh, no. [Cally's cabin. She is lying motionless on her bed. The alien sound effect is loud.] [The flight deck. Tarrant is examining the egg-device, which keeps blinking.] TARRANT: Maybe ORAC will be more obliging now that this thing has turned its light on. VILA: My head's killing me. TARRANT: You should learn self-defense. [Keys ORAC.] ORAC, I want another analysis. ORAC: I have already informed you that this structure is of an unfamiliar type. My deductions are necessarily limited by the facts available and the rationality of possible theories. Wild surmise is not a part of my function. VILA: Eh? TARRANT: Be more specific, ORAC. ORAC: The only deduction I have been able to make concerning this artifact is that its purpose is not only inimicable but also apparently unreasonable. It is active although the panel of keys appears to have been pre-programmed many centuries prior to this activation. Since the origin of the device is ambiguous it must belong to a world or even a galaxy as yet unfamiliar to the human race. DAYNA: What do you mean, the purpose of the artifact is unreasonable? Are you saying you do have some idea-- ORAC: I am not willing to speculate on so tenuous and oblique a basis. I should, however, warn you that a slight electrical imbalance appears to be--[electronic tone] VILA: What did you say? [A tray of glasses begins to jiggle for no apparent reason.] TARRANT: ORAC, what's the matter with you? ORAC: Disconnect me. TARRANT: Wait a minute, Orac-- ORAC: Disconnect. [The glasses tumble off the tray which begins to swoop around in the air.] DAYNA: I don't believe that. VILA: Try and convince me, will you? Please? ORAC: Dis ... con ...n.... [The egg-device glares with a steady blue light.] TARRANT: Down! Get down! [They duck down behind some control panels. The egg-device turns dull, then self-destructs, collapsing and crumpling into dust. The tray clatters to the floor. They raise their heads and look about cautiously.] DAYNA: ORAC! [rushes over to Orac. During the next couple of speeches she fiddles a bit with Orac, removing and replacing its key, etc.] TARRANT: Zen, check the radiation level in here. ZEN: Radiation level normal. There's been a second momentary increase of energy in the area of the flight deck. Not in itself dangerous. VILA: Well, it wouldn't be for you, would it? DAYNA: [ORAC is damaged. I can't tell how badly. VILA: I've got pins and needles. ZEN: [Pitch and tone vary wildly through the rest of Zen's dialog] Inboard ... inboard sensors indicate there is an intruder aboard. TARRANT: Well, that's impossible, Zen. Even if someone had teleport facility, there's nothing and nowhere they could have come from, is there? ZEN: There is an intruder aboard. DAYNA: Well, how? And where? Zen? ZEN: Sensors cannot determine.... VILA: Zen! ZEN: Computers indicate a sustained electrical disturbance. Inboard sensors affected. There is an energy loss from all systems, all systems.... DAYNA: Zen? ZEN: There is a..... VILA: What's happening? TARRANT: Somehow something is bleeding power out of this ship to use for itself. Zen's out of action. I'm going to shake Avon awake and get some guns. Dayna, you fetch Cally. I particularly want her with us. [Dayna starts to exit.] But Dayna, go carefully with her. [Dayna exits.] VILA: What's Cally supposed to have? TARRANT: No time for a discussion, Vila. You stay here. VILA: Stay here? Alone? [to himself] I hope. It's getting dark. [Cally's cabin. Cally is lying on the bed.] Voice: Cally? Cally, are you listening to me? I know you can hear me now, fully. You heard only a suggestion of my voice before, yet you responded. You obeyed me almost from the beginning, Cally. A telepath. Rare. A wonderful find, wonderfully vulnerable. [Vision of Cally in the green robes, kneeling.] Cally, you've been so long alone. Cut off from your people. You've been homesick for your own world, your own kind, haven't you? For someone to communicate with. True communication: one brain speaking to another. But you won't ever be alone again, Cally. Not now, not for as long as you live. [At corridor intersection. Dayna crouches and assumes a fighting stance when she hears someone approaching. She relaxes as Tarrant arrives, wearing one gun and carrying two more.] TARRANT: Avon's not in his cabin. Get to Cally. [Hands her a gun.] Here, you may need to keep her covered with your gun. Take her through to the flight deck. [Hands over a second gun.] Give Vila this gun and tell him, tell him to look after her. DAYNA: Will he do it? TARRANT: Make sure he does. You and I are going to comb this ship for Avon and for the intruder. Whatever it is. [They exit down different corridors. After they are gone, Avon steps into sight from a third.] [Flight deck] VILA: [to ORAC]: I always said you were a useless pile of junk. [To himself] No point in being nervous, Vila. No, there isn't. Lot of shadows I never noticed before. Hi, shadows! I suppose that's all you are, just shadows. Don't think about that. No, I won't think about that. [Addressing the empty room] But, since you're all here: [Produces small flower from his mouth. Sound of applauding audience.] Oh, really. It wasn't that good. Just watch this: [Makes a handful of white grains disappear then reappear. Louder applause. Vila bows.] Well, thank you, you're too kind, too kind. [He notices Dayna's lyre laying on a bench.] I, the master of illusion, command you to play. [The strings vibrate and a series of chords begin to sound, to Vila's horror.] Eh? No, don't do that. I didn't mean it. Dayna? [Vision of Dayna in the aqua robes, playing the lyre. Vila, in orange robes, cowers.] VILA: [V.O.] You're always getting at me. DAYNA: [V.O.] Your helplessness brings out my sadistic streak. VILA: Stop it! Don't! [The lyre begins to float about. Vila covers his ears and turn away, huddling on the floor. Vision of him in the orange robes doing the same. On his knees, Vila watches the lyre as if mesmerized.] [Cally's cabin. Cally is lying on the bed, unconscious. The ring is gone from Cally's hand.] DAYNA: [enters] Cally? Cally. [shakes her] There's trouble, Cally. [shakes her] Come on, wake up. Wake up. [Turns as if she's heard something outside the door.] Avon? Vila? [Draws her gun and approaches the door cautiously. There is a flare of light and she screams, then falls unconscious.] [Flight deck. The lyre is floating about, while a kneeling Vila stares at it. The lyre stops, silent, in midair. Vila crouches on the floor, covering his head with his arms. Vision of him in the orange robes doing the same. The lyre comes to rest on a seat.] VILA: It didn't happen. No, of course it didn't. [Rises, limps to a seat.] Pins and needles. [Rubs his legs. The Alien sound begins, and a female hand, wearing the ring, touches him on the shoulder. He jumps up and looks behind him: nothing there. Then he sees the alien, who looks like Cally with red hair, off to the side. He approached, she raises her hand, there's a flash of light from it, and Vila falls down.] [Cally's cabin. She is lying unconscious on her bed. Dayna is lying on the floor with Tarrant kneeling beside her.] DAYNA: [moans] Oooh. TARRANT: So you're alive, DAYNA: I shouldn't be. I don't deserve to be, I'm sorry. TARRANT: I bet you are. DAYNA: Cally! TARRANT: She's in some sort of coma. Describe what attacked you. DAYNA: Well, that's the point. It was Cally. But not Cally. TARRANT: Somehow something came off that alien ship and onto Liberator. To do it it used the device Cally brought with her and it used Cally. I don't understand how, if what was on the ship was dead, but there must have been something left, some kind of pure energy. DAYNA: It looks like her and it has a body. TARRANT: Then it's used her as a blueprint to make itself a brand new physical shape, only the whole thing sounds crazy. DAYNA: Oh, it's happening. And what hit me was real enough. It's feeding off the ship's energy and off Cally. It will kill her. TARRANT: I wonder what it's got planned for the rest of us? I just better get rid of it before it starts. [He turns to discover Avon is leaning against the doorway.] AVON: Do you want the applause now or will it wait? TARRANT: Where were you? AVON: Outside, about twenty feet down the corridor. You carelessly managed to miss me both times you went by. TARRANT: Oh, another game, hide and seek perhaps. AVON: I was watching this cabin. TARRANT: Reason? AVON: Isn't it obvious? We've been outmaneuvered. Teleport failures, mysterious alien artifacts. While you and I were pawing the ground, that thing managed to get Cally to reactivate the device in the correct sequence. Cally is the link all right, but short of killing her there wasn't much we could do to stop it. Whatever is now on this ship has sufficient psi abilities to drain the Liberator and Cally to the dregs. [helps Dayna to her feet and guides her to a seat while continuing to speak] It is also capable of throwing high voltage bouquets. If you want it, it's gone toward the flight deck. I followed it a little way. However, I wouldn't advise a headlong infantry charge. TARRANT: I'm sure you wouldn't. [Draws his gun and exits. Avon smiles.] [Corridors. As Tarrant runs toward the flight deck he is intercut with visions of the conjured figure in scarlet doing the same things.] [Flight deck. Vila is lying unconscious on the floor. Tarrant enters, sees the alien and fires at her to no effect.] ALIEN: I'm afraid your rather temperamental weapons aren't stable anymore. TARRANT: What are you? ALIEN: Cally. Can't you see? TARRANT: Cally is dying. D'you want that? ALIEN: I have established a psychic link between us, she and I. If I let her go, she'll live. But I require her life energy to complete this shape. So she'll have to become a part of me. Not dead, absorbed. I'd never kill superfluously. You should bear that in mind. TARRANT: [Looking at Vila's still form] "Superfluous" may mean something different to you. ALIEN: Tarrant. [He looks up.] Yes, I know your name, just as I know your language. To my people death is an interim state. But to humans death is death. That makes you very simple to deal with. TARRANT: Don't bet on that. ALIEN: But you can't fight me. Only the Auron girl could have done that, but she left it too late. Part of her welcomed me. You see, I could reach her mind. When she tried to close the door against me, it was emotionally impossible. Besides, how could she have true loyalties to any non-telepath, any human? TARRANT: Normally only an Auron can contact another Auron. Your psi powers must be extremely advanced. ALIEN: They are. TARRANT: But still you needed that device to bring you through. ALIEN: My people have learned how to boost their psychic capabilities by means of high technology. TARRANT: You disrupted the systems of this ship. That isn't going to help you. ALIEN: You underestimate your vessel. It's largely capable of regeneration and the power source is virtually limitless. Yes, I think I will accept your ship as your gift to me. You call it Liberator, don't you? How very apt. VILA: [moans] TARRANT: Presumably you could kill us all. So why haven't you? ALIEN: I told you, I don't kill superfluously. When I was alive before, I was accustomed to being served by intelligent menials. I'm prepared to offer you all a choice. You can live as my-- TARRANT: Intelligent menials? ALIEN: Don't let a mere two words prevent you from staying alive. TARRANT: You underestimate your powers of expression. ALIEN: Come now. [Vision of the man in scarlet/Tarrant and the woman in aqua/Dayna and the man in orange/Vila gathered about her as the alien/Cally passes a white dove to the man in red/Tarrant.] Would it be so very horrible to serve me, to be my protector? Would it be so soul-destroying, Tarrant? It was predicted that I would find you. That I would live again because of each of you. And your roles in my new life, they were predicted too. [Tarrant attempts to strike the alien but she vanishes, leaving his arm to pass through empty air.] ALIEN: [from a new position] Or you CAN die. I like to be waited on but it isn't essential. As far as the computers are concerned, my voice print is the same as Cally's. I can soon learn how to control the ship. I've already learned how to cripple it. [Vila moves and moans. She indicates Vila] That one interests me. He has a very high IQ and yet he acts like an imbecile. He'll make an ideal pet. TARRANT: [lunges to panel and pushes a switch] Dayna! ALIEN: [Lifts hand, glowing with white light] Stay where you are. Do I really have to kill you to prove you're in the presence of a superior? TARRANT: [groans with pain, then smiles and lifts hands placatingly] All right. That was a stupid move. ALIEN: Yes, stupid. I have a world, a planet, a home. I mean to get there. TARRANT: A planet? Where? ALIEN: A world that would take more than your lifetime to reach. A world more beautiful than any other. A world you'll never see even if I let you live. [Lifts glowing hand again.] You need instruction, human called Tarrant. [Tarrant cries out and falls down.] Rather than render you unconscious I want you to experience that pain. I want you to think about it. The girl who sings songs would do well to learn by your example. [Dayna, standing in the doorway, aims her gun.] Throw that away. Away, I said. [Dayna hesitates, then obeys. She crosses to kneel beside Tarrant.] TARRANT: [to Dayna] Cally? DAYNA: She's hardly even breathing. ALIEN: Cally, Tarrant, Dayna, Vila. One is missing. TARRANT: No. ALIEN: [laughs] Remember my mental link with Cally. Naturally I know who is here and who isn't, particularly if it's Avon. Where is he, Dayna? [silence] Very well, let me guess: he's outside in the corridor as you were before he failed to stop you rushing in here. AVON: [enters] As a matter of fact, I didn't try to stop her. I just got out of her way. ALIEN: I don't think you should look at me like that. AVON: Don't you? ALIEN: I might interpret it as insolence, which could be uncomfortable for you. AVON: Could it? ALIEN: Yes, it could, Avon. But you are always practical, aren't you? Have you decided to accept my terms? AVON: Have you offered some? ALIEN: [laughs] You will have heard me, I think, from the corridor, just as you watched me earlier from the other corridor. AVON: I didn't hear any terms, just something about "pets." ALIEN: Cally would want you to live, I know that. AVON: It must get tiresome for you, knowing so much. VILA: Avon! Say you'll do as she says. DAYNA: Vila! Be quiet! ALIEN: He has an unusually sharp intelligence, which can recognize when it's beaten. I might forgive him for wanting to steal my ring. AVON: Cally stole your ring. ALIEN: Cally was supposed to. I hope you made her a touching farewell. AVON: She's not dead ... yet. ALIEN: But she won't struggle, not against me. [Shot of Cally lying on her bed.] I'm waiting for your answer. [Avon starts to walk around the panel between them.] Stay where you are. [He continues to approach her. Shot of Cally on her bed, stirring.] Very well, now you can see me properly. [She "magically" shifts to a slightly different postion and Avon jerks his head to refocus on her.] I like you, Avon. You're stronger than the rest. Cally liked you. You can console yourself now I'm so very much in her image. I could even think and feel as she does. You and I can be friends. AVON: You surprise me. ALIEN: You know that I wouldn't wish to make a slave of you, don't you? Not you. AVON: It's a pity you couldn't get rid of me earlier, wasn't it, and Vila, when you jammed the teleport so that only Cally would get out of your coffin alive. ALIEN: I was mistaken. AVON: Yes, Cally wouldn't leave us to die, so you had to let the three of us through, very reluctantly. You knew where the danger would be right from the start. ALIEN: Avon-- AVON: You are taking this ship precisely nowhere. ALIEN: Don't be foolish. You spoil yourself. But I'll be patient with you. I've waited centuries. I can afford a few moments until you can bring yourself to consent to be obliging. AVON: And no one aboard this ship is going to accept or carry out a single demand of yours. ALIEN: You've seen what I can do. AVON: It would be a little difficult to miss. ALIEN: Don't try to play games with me. AVON: Nothing was further from my mind. [Alien sound effect begins.] You've given us your terms, now I will give you ours: no deal. ALIEN: [Her robes start blowing as if a breeze had sprung up] I thought you were the clever one. You're a fool, like Tarrant. The pain Tarrant is experiencing ... visualize that pain and much more. [Shot of Cally tossing her head back and forth.] You're as close to death as you have ever been. Think about human death, Avon. Irrevocable. AVON: I have thought about it. What's keeping you? ALIEN: What did you say? AVON: You claim you can kill me. You better get on with it. Make me die. There's nothing else you can make me do. [Steps right up to her.] ALIEN: [Electrical bolts flash from her face, exploding the control stations. Shot of Cally thrashing about in her bed.] One last chance. [She raises her arm threateningly.] AVON: [looks at her upraised hand and gives a slight, contemptuous smile] Save it. [More panels explode and burn. The alien screams in anger and frustration. Cally's voice shouts "NO". Shot of Cally sitting up in her bed.] It seems you made another mistake. Cally has loyalties after all. But you knew that right from the beginning, didn't you? [He reaches up and grasps her wrist, then pulls her arm behind her back, embracing her. The alien sound effect stops.] You look so beautiful when you're angry. [He kisses her. While she is distracted he slips the ring from her finger, then brings it around and holds it in front of her face.] Thank you. ALIEN: Give it to me. AVON: That would be a little foolish, when I just went to so much trouble to get it. ALIEN: You don't understand. AVON: Don't I? Psychic abilities boosted by high technology? This ring is the real source of your power, isn't it? [During a close-up shot of the ring you can see that the setting surrounding the stone is the same as the ring that framed earlier shots of Cally's eye and the Liberator.] This is how you formed your link with Cally and you cannot hold her or feed off this ship without it. ALIEN: Avon! Avon, give it back to me. [Vision of Avon as the man in black, holding the smoking bowl.] You must. You don't know. I HAVE to keep this body. I have to live. I've waited so long. Centuries. More time than you could comprehend. How can you imagine what it must be like to be dead, to exist in nothingness, in nowhere. Blind, deaf, dumb, and yet to be sentient, aware, waiting. Centuries of waiting. I have to find my world again, my people, my home. I want to breathe and see and feel. And know. Don't send me back into the dark, Avon, let me live. [Vision of Avon as the figure in black, with the smoking bowl. He turns the bowl over and spills white grains out onto the ground. Avon throws the ring into one of the burning consoles where it explodes.] ALIEN: [Her voice gradually dies away as the alien turns back into the dried-up corpse, then vanishes] I want to live, to live. I want to live, to live, to live. I want to live, to live, to live. I want to...... [Avon looks over at Tarrant, Dayna and Vila kneeling on the floor, then over at the door where Cally is standing with tears on her face.] [Flight deck. Dayna and Vila are seated on some of the lounges.] VILA: All right. Cally was telepathically linked into that thing. So Avon gambled that Cally could be shocked into fighting it, and that it couldn't kill him because Cally wouldn't let it. And it worked. But that means that Cally sat back while it had a go at all the rest of us. I've always liked Cally. DAYNA: You're being pedantic, Vila. VILA: I am? DAYNA: Well, in the end, it wasn't trying to kill us, just Avon. He'd pushed it into a corner where it couldn't do anything else. VILA: What d'you mean, it wasn't trying to kill us? It nearly killed me when it fixed the teleport. DAYNA: Well, that was before it totally linked with Cally. She didn't have any influence over it except that it had to protect her. Anyway, Avon was the target then, too. You were incidental. VILA: "Incidental"? That'll look good on my gravestone. It nearly killed Cally. DAYNA: It was absorbing her rather than killing her. Making her part of itself. She felt that, too, that's why she couldn't fight for herself. VILA: That doesn't make sense to me. DAYNA: Well, then obviously it's the right answer. ZEN: All systems have been restored to maximum capacity. The Liberator is now fully operational. VILA: At least Zen's talking to us again. [Sound effect of ORAC working.] And even ORAC's back on his feet. DAYNA: What a revolting thought! VILA: You should be used to those. [Avon, Tarrant and Cally enter and move to their control stations. Dayna rises and moves to hers.] TARRANT: You sure you're up to this, Cally? AVON: Translated, that means how do you feel? CALLY: I feel all right. Thank you. TARRANT: [looking pointedly at Vila] And how about you, Vila? VILA: Oh, I'm ...[turns, sees Tarrant's expression.] Oh, I see. [Rises and moves to his control station.] TARRANT: Avon? AVON: [Turns to look at Cally. She returns his gaze. After a few seconds she smiles very slightly.] Zen, let's get out of here. |