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From: bammerla{at}cs.ruu.nl (Boris Ammerlaan)
Organization: Utrecht University, Dept. of Computer Science
Date: Thu, 27 Oct 1994 17:10:36 GMT



BLAKE'S 7

31. "The Harvest of Kairos"
by Ben Steed

(c) 1979 by the British Broadcasting Corporation.  Series created
by Terry Nation. This is a partial dialogue transcript for
research purposes and is not for sale under any circumstances.
Format (c) 1992 by Micky DuPree.

Transcribed by Micky Dupree & Boris Ammerlaan.
Proofread by Jason Gool & Claudia Mastroianni.

Dramatis Personae

Kerr Avon               -       Paul Darrow
Servalan                -       Jacqueline Pearce
Vila Restal             -       Michael Keating
Cally                   -       Jan Chappell
Del Tarrant             -       Steven Pacey
Dayna Mellanby          -       Josette Simon
Orac                    -       Peter Tuddenham
Zen                     -       Peter Tuddenham
Jarvik                  -       Andrew Burt
Dastor                  -       Frank Gatliff
Shad                    -       Anthony Gardner
Guard                   -       Charles Jamieson
Carlon                  -       Sam Davies

Uncredited:

Labourer                -       Stuart Fell
Leader 1                -       Christopher Douglas
Leader 2                -       Hywel David
Leader 3                -       Christopher Douglas
Interceptor Captain     -       Hywel David
Guard2          -   Charles Jamieson


[Liberator flight deck]

   DAYNA: Could you get it on visual?
 TARRANT: Not a chance. Anyway, it's not an "it", but a "them":
          there's two of them.
   DAYNA: The readings are the same?
 TARRANT: Same type of ship.
          It's our orbit pattern that threw me. Our scanners only
          see one at a time, and we can't get either on visual
          because we're in the permanent dark side.
          Confirm that, Zen.
     ZEN: The pattern is mathematically possible but cannot be
          confirmed without an --
   ZEN &: [Together] -- independent point of scan.
 TARRANT
 TARRANT: Okay, Zen, we've read the same manuals. [To Dayna] It's
          an old Federation manoeuvre. Unimaginative, but so's a
          punch in the mouth. We don't need either. At least it
          tells us who sent them.
   DAYNA: Servalan.

   CALLY: [Into mic] Avon, Vila, respond please. [Static]
          Nothing.
 TARRANT: Keep trying, we're running out of time.
   CALLY: [Into mic] Avon, Vila, respond please.
          I'm sure they can hear us.
          [Into mic] Avon, there are two hostile spacecraft in
      close scan range. Request teleport now, please.
 TARRANT: And number three is out there somewhere. Dayna, you'd
          better run a check on energy banks and force wall.
          Prepare for combat!
   DAYNA: We stay and fight?
 TARRANT: With those two down there, what else can we do?
   CALLY: [Into mic] Avon, this is priority...

[Space Command]

SERVALAN: What is Tarrant doing? He can run, or he can attack, but
          he does neither.
  DASTOR: Madam president, if I might make a suggestion...
SERVALAN: [Into mic] Assault Leader One, status check.
LEADER 1: [V.O.] Maintaining contraxial orbit with Leader Two. Report
          Liberator detector scans operative.
SERVALAN: He knows they're there.
  DASTOR: If I might suggest...
SERVALAN: [Into mic] Assault Leader Three, status check.
LEADER 3: [V.O.] Holding eclipse pattern with Leader One. We're
          sustaining high energy loss.
  DASTOR: It's a dangerous manoeuvre...
LEADER 3: [V.O.] Request we attack immediately...
SERVALAN: No, wait.
  DASTOR: Madam president!
SERVALAN: He's eclipsed, so Tarrant can't know he's there. But he
          suspects; he's no fool.
  DASTOR: Madam president, I must counsel that you attack now.
SERVALAN: No! No, this time, we get it right.
  DASTOR: But if only for the sake of your position, your esteem.
SERVALAN: My _what_?
  DASTOR: They're talking below decks, madam. I wouldn't repeat it,
          but...
SERVALAN: You will repeat it.
  DASTOR: Oh, it's all foolishness, of course, but...
SERVALAN: Go on.
  DASTOR: They...they say you're afraid of Tarrant. Well, afraid
          to attack, that is. But of course nobody who knows you
          would ever...
SERVALAN: Who says so?
  DASTOR: Chiefly it's -- one man; a worker from the construction
          grades.
SERVALAN: [Amused] An artisan?
  DASTOR: He says -- he says any fool with three pursuit ships
          could take the Liberator.
SERVALAN: Oh, he does? And what is the name of this construction
          worker whose tactical knowledge far surpasses that of my
          battle-tested veteran starship captains?
  DASTOR: They call him Jarvik.
SERVALAN: Jarvik.
 INTERC.: [V.O.] Interceptor Leader to Control. Request instructions!
SERVALAN: Hold position, Interceptor Leader, and wait for
          instructions from Assault Leader One. We will attack
          when the Liberator breaks out of Alpha Sector.
          Four should do it nicely.
          Well, Dastor, I think it's time we had a little
          strategic counsel. Bring this -- Jarvik to me.

[Liberator flight deck]

 TARRANT: Zen, I know the third one's out there somewhere. Can't
          you find it?
     ZEN: Sensors report negative scan.
 TARRANT: Then the sensors are wrong. Run a maintenance check.
          No! No, hold that. Give us a parallax scan on the alien
          craft.
     ZEN: Parallax scan shows another alien craft eclipsed at half
          a million spacials.
   CALLY: [In the background, into comm] Avon, Vila, respond,
          please.
   DAYNA: You were right.
 TARRANT: Don't sound so surprised.
   CALLY: We're getting something from the planet.
    AVON: [V.O.] This is Avon. We're ready for teleport.
          [Dayna walks towards teleport facility]
 TARRANT: Zen, how do we get out of here?
     ZEN: Spiral orbit zero-zero-one-four, exit: alpha three.

[Teleport facility]

    VILA: Earth temperatures, you said.
    AVON: Stop moaning, Vila.
    VILA: But it's freezing down there! If I'd have known, I'd have
          taken a set of thermals.
   DAYNA: Thirty minutes, you were told. If you'd come back when
          you were told to...
    VILA: Next time, someone else can carry his rotten gear,
          'cos I've had it!

[Flight deck; Vila, Avon and Dayna enter, arguing]

    VILA: ...and it doesn't help when you're stumbling about in the
      dark falling over things.
   DAYNA: Oh, Vila!
    AVON: Quiet!
   DAYNA: I volunteered!

     ZEN: [At the same time] Parabolic orbit one-eight-one-six,
      exit: alpha four. Battle computers confirm. No viable
      alternatives.
   CALLY: Did you get what you went down there for?
    AVON: Yes.
   CALLY: Where is it? [Avon exhibits the rock.] A rock?
    AVON: Something like that.
 TARRANT: Zen, --
    AVON: Just a minute, Tarrant. Zen --
 TARRANT: Sorry, Avon, we haven't got time.
    AVON: No, but we do have a superior spacecraft.
      [Puts rock on analiser] Zen, identify that. If you can.
     ZEN: The substance is Sopron.
    AVON: Sopron? Is that all?
     ZEN: No further information is available.
    AVON: Analyze it.
 TARRANT: Avon, please --
    AVON: Just a minute.
     ZEN: Sopron is nonorganic, silicon-based, and registers high
          electronic activity.
    AVON: Its function?
     ZEN: Its function is that of a capacity-charged brain.
    AVON: Thank you, Zen. [To Tarrant] You can carry on now.
 TARRANT: Zen, is the Alpha Sector the only safe way out of here?
     ZEN: Affirmative.
 TARRANT: As I thought. Stand by to break orbit.

[Space Command]

 INTERC.: [V.O.] Forward sensors report high energy displacement.
          I think she's moving. [Dastor lets guards with Jarvik
          enter] Yes, Liberator's breaking orbit. Repeat:
          Liberator is breaking orbit!
LEADER 1: [V.O.] Assault Leader One to Leader Three. Your eclipse
          pattern is broken. Leader Three, you are disclosed.
SERVALAN: Hold position, Interceptor Leader. Assault Three, are
          you sleeping? Acknowledge disclosure.
LEADER 3: [V.O.] Leader Three. Disclosure confirmed.
SERVALAN: Then get in there, fast!
LEADER 1: Assault Leader One. Leader Two now disclosed and in
          support.
          Alpha Sector is sealed. Repeat: Alpha Sector is sealed.
SERVALAN: Then the Liberator is yours, Leader One. Audio silence
          operates. Command Headquarters out.
          [sees man] Who is this man?
  DASTOR: Jarvik, Madam President. You requested...?
SERVALAN: Jarvik?  Of course. Jarvik. Jarvik, the construction
          worker.
          What was it now? Any fool could take the Liberator with
          three pursuit ships. Well, the Liberator will soon be
          diffusing itself throughout the galaxy as so many
          billion split particles. So, regrettably, we shall never
          know. Thanks to the folly of your president, who with
          her aides and her technical advisers, her battle
          computers and her captains, extravagantly disposed herself
          to use _four_ pursuit ships.
          And yet any fool could have done it with three. Perhaps
          this particular fool will tell her how. [pause] Well?
          Have you nothing to say to Servalan?
  JARVIK: Woman, you're beautiful. [grabs and kisses her]
SERVALAN: Guards! Take this primitive to the punishment cells!
          Move!
  JARVIK: [guards move in, Jarvik laughs disarming them]
          Guards! [Points gun at Servalan and guards]
SERVALAN: Take him! Will you obey me!?
  JARVIK: I didn't come here to brawl with the Security Grades.
LEADER 1: [V.O.] Leader Two, you are deviating. Re-establish alignment.
LEADER 2: [V.O.] Negative, Leader One. Correct bearing on Liberator is
          being maintained.
SERVALAN: Assault Leaders, you _are_ on open voice.
LEADER 1: [V.O.] Madam president, this is Assault Leader One, reporting
          the Liberator's approach course is for Delta Sector.
          Repeat: Delta Sector.
SERVALAN: Don't be a fool. Liberator must exit through Alpha. No
          other course is logical. The computer projections were
          unanimous.
  JARVIK: [Scornfully] Computer!
SERVALAN: Re-check coordinates. Confirm Liberator is in Alpha.
LEADER 1: [V.O.] Checks negative. Liberator is in Delta.
SERVALAN: But he's an open target in Delta Sector.
LEADER 1: [V.O.] _We're_ in Alpha Sector, Madam President.
SERVALAN: Abort attack. Repeat: abort attack.
  JARVIK: You see, madam, Tarrant has computers too.
SERVALAN: Of course he does. And they would have told him the same
          thing. The only defensible exit was through Alpha.
  JARVIK: So he knew exactly where the trap would be.
          You don't know Tarrant, madam. He's a man. He thinks and
          acts like a man, not like a machine. That's why he's
          still alive.
SERVALAN: And you, being a similar man, no doubt, in thought and
          action, will know exactly where he's heading now?
  JARVIK: Oh, yes. Right now he's heading for the Harvest of
          Kairos.

[Liberator flight deck]

   CALLY: Kairos?
 TARRANT: A bit of piracy, we agreed.
    VILA: Yeah, piracy, not lunacy.
   DAYNA: You said it was a harvest?
 TARRANT: And so it is. Zen, put up Kairos.
     ZEN: Kairos. The fourth planet of the star Xymines in the
          constellation Lypterion.
    VILA: Right in the heart of Federation space.
 TARRANT: There ISN'T a Federation anymore.
    VILA: Tell that to Servalan. They don't take kindly to
          scrumping on Kairos.
     ZEN: The planet has an orbital revolution of fifteen Earth
          years.
          The fertile zone is small, and noted for the suborganic
          growth of Kairopan, a highly prized crystal, which is
          gathered during the first week following the vernal
          equinox. This is known as the Harvest of Kairos.
    VILA: Just one pocket full. I suppose I could retire to the
          lakeside of Gardinos and be waited on by those cute,
          little...
 TARRANT: Yes. Well, what you do with your booty is up to you.
          We've got to get it yet.

   CALLY: Zen, why does the harvest last only one week?
     ZEN: No information available.
   CALLY: Speculate.
     ZEN: With the exception of the seven days following the vernal
          equinox, the environment is hostile to human life.
          Possible causes number eight hundred and two. One:
          infractional radiation levels--
 TARRANT: Yes, thank you, Zen. We'll manage without the list.
   CALLY: What do you think it is?
 TARRANT: Your guess is as good as mine. Fact is, nobody who ever
          stayed after the first week came back to talk about it.
   DAYNA: Sounds like fun.
    VILA: I'd rather not take any chances.
 TARRANT: We're not going to take any chances.
    VILA: But you just--
 TARRANT: We're going to wait till the kairopan's been harvested,
          and then we'll hijack the space transporter.
    VILA: Ah, now, ah...
   CALLY: Well, that sounds reasonable.
 TARRANT: I think so. What do you say, Avon?

    AVON: Now come along, Orac. First of all you say that this is
          not alive, and then you say it is more rational than you
          are.
 TARRANT: Avon --
    AVON: Wait!
    ORAC: I deny that sopron is more rational. Reason is absolute
          and rationality cannot be divided by comparatives.
    AVON: Orac, you are splitting hairs. Tarrant, listen to this.
 TARRANT: Avon, we're trying--
    AVON: Just a moment. I am about to extract a momentous
          admission. Orac, this rock, this sopron, does it have a
          greater capacity for reasoning than you do?
    ORAC: The difference is barely measurable.
    AVON: But it is greater.
    ORAC: By a marginal degree, yes.
    AVON: There. [Smiles] Now isn't that something?
 TARRANT: Yes, I'm sure it is. Avon, we're trying to get a
      consensus. If you could just give us your attention for
      two minutes.
    AVON: If it's tactical counsel you want, Tarrant, I suggest
          you consult Zen. That is what computers are for. Now
          then, Orac, how can...

   DAYNA: Do we attack the space transporter?
 TARRANT: Yes.

[Space Command]

SERVALAN: [V.O.; looking at monitor showing fields] Tarrant won't
      attack the fields for the simple reason he can't.
  JARVIK: [V.O.; looking at monitor showing fields] Tarrant
      delights in doing things people think he can't.
          But no, he won't attack the fields.
SERVALAN: You speak with familiarity, as one who knows him.
  JARVIK: Knew him. A few years ago. He served as lieutenant on the
          Kairopan escort shuttle. It was his first command.
SERVALAN: How could you know that?
  JARVIK: I briefed him.
SERVALAN: You?
  JARVIK: I was his captain.
SERVALAN: And what crime did you commit?

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