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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

  JARVIK: No crime.
SERVALAN: Don't lie to me, Jarvik. One word and your life is on
          that screen.
          [He gestures for her to go ahead. She enters data.]
          "Jarvik. Formerly of Federation Space Academy, now in HQ
          construction grades." [Reads.] Why?
  JARVIK: Because I'm a human being.
SERVALAN: But is that a reason to --
  JARVIK: And so are you. But when was the last time you felt the
          warmth of the Earth's sun on your naked back? Or lifted
          your face to the heavens, and laughed with the joy of being
          alive? How long since you wept at the death of a friend?
          [Pause.]
          Doesn't mean a thing to you, does it, Madam President?
          You've surrounded yourself with machines and weapons,
          mindless men and heartless mutoids; and when they've
          done your work, and the machines have done your thinking,
          what is there left in you that feels?! [Smashes computer
          screen.]
SERVALAN: [Dastor enters.] What is it?
  DASTOR: The Liberator, madam. Tele-sentry stations report an
          approach course for Lypterion. Tarrant is coming here.
SERVALAN: I know that. When will he arrive?
  DASTOR: Twenty-two hours if present speed and course remain
          constant.
SERVALAN: Keep me informed. And get maintenance to replace _that_.
          [Indicates screen.]
  DASTOR: Right away, madam. [Leaves.]
SERVALAN: The last shuttle is scheduled to leave Kairos at oh
          eight one five tomorrow, and link up with the transporter
          five minutes later. The Liberator could be anywhere in
          the Xymines system by then.
  JARVIK: Are you asking me or telling me?
SERVALAN: I'm not looking for impertinence.
          You say any fool could take the Liberator with three
          pursuit ships. Could you?
  JARVIK: I could take her with one. But as a man, Tarrant is
          worthy of honour. Three would not insult him.
SERVALAN: Then three you shall have, Mark Tens, the newest,
          fastest, and most powerful in my fleet. Your rank shall
          be Acting Major. And now I suggest you go and make ready.
          But first, there is the question of that degrading and
          primitive act to which I was subjected in the control
          room. I should like you to do it again.

[Liberator flight deck]

   DAYNA: Negative scan.
 TARRANT: Weapon systems?
   DAYNA: Mobilized.
 TARRANT: Energy banks?
   CALLY: Fully charged.
 TARRANT: Time?
   CALLY: Oh seven four five.
 TARRANT: Right. Zen, direct vision of Kairos. Locater fix on the
          transporter.
     ZEN: Two two one four. Stationary orbit. Thirty-six degrees.
          Five - four - steady.

          [The rock blows up.]
    AVON: Sorry.

 TARRANT: And the interceptors, Zen?
     ZEN: Eight million spacials, stellar orbit, holding.
 TARRANT: Activity on Kairos?
     ZEN: Affirmative.
 TARRANT: So they're still down there.

[Kairopan shuttle]

    SHAD: Get hold of Command.
  DASTOR: [On screen] Command. Yes?
    SHAD: It's the harvest, sir. It's been good. Very good.
  DASTOR: [On screen] And?
    SHAD: Well, we're loaded and ready for lift-off, but, er...
  DASTOR: [On screen] Well, hurry up man, what is it you have to
          say?
    SHAD: Well, the cargo exceeds our flight tolerance.
  DASTOR: [On screen] Well, what does that mean?
SERVALAN: [On screen] Thank you, Dastor. I'll deal with this. How
          much excess Kairopan is there, Shad?
    SHAD: Weight eighty-four units, madam.
SERVALAN: [On screen] And are all the labourers aboard?
    SHAD: No, madam. Do I have your permission to abandon the
          excess cargo, [Space Command; on screen] or shall I have
          it destroyed?
SERVALAN: Neither. You will abandon the surplus labourers.
    SHAD: [On screen] Yes, madam.

[Launch platform]

   GUARD: Instructions from the Captain. You are to wait for the
          next shuttle.
  CARLON: But there isn't another.
   GUARD: One will be sent for you tomorrow.
  CARLON: But today's the last day. He knows that and you know
          that.
   GUARD: Orders are orders. You know that. [Shoots worker climbing
          over fence]
  CARLON: But nobody lives after the last day!
   GUARD: Then you'll die, won't you?

[Kairopan shuttle]

    SHAD: Ignition.
      Contact.

[Launch platform; shuttle leaves without guard]

   GUARD: No, wait! Wait!

[Liberator flight deck]

     ZEN: Sensors report shuttlecraft launch from planet surface.
 TARRANT: And the transporter's position?
     ZEN: Unchanged.
 TARRANT: So, we have five minutes before they link, four while
          they transfer cargo, less than twelve before they break
          orbit.
    VILA: Bit of a know-all, aren't you?
          [Tarrant winks and smiles.]
     ZEN: Interceptor activity. Forward sensors indicate standard
          defence formation flanking the transporter.
 TARRANT: Identification.
     ZEN: No information. Hull structure similar to ex-Federation
          Hunter-Killer class pursuit ship. Modified fin suggests
          primitive Time Distort facility.
 TARRANT: The new Mark Tens.
    VILA: You know about them?
 TARRANT: Oh, yes. Dayna, we'll be counterattacking through the
          force wall. Bring it into maximum deflection.
   DAYNA: On interlock?
 TARRANT: No, overlap. Ask Cally, she'll put you right.
    VILA: Anything I should do?
 TARRANT: Yes. Right now, I suggest you hold on to something very
          tight.
          Zen, bearing three, standard by eight.

[Space Command]

  JARVIK: Tarrant's made his move. Sooner than I'd have liked, but
          never mind.
          Who commands the transporter?
  DASTOR: Well, nobody, sir. It's unmanned and computer controlled.
  JARVIK: I see. They still don't trust anyone to bring it back.
          What about the shuttle?
  DASTOR: Sir?
  JARVIK: Who controls it?
  DASTOR: Captain Shad, sir.
  JARVIK: Brotius Shad?
  DASTOR: Aye, sir.
  JARVIK: Well, that's something. [Pushes button.] Captain Shad,
          I'm Acting Major Jarvik, under authority to Servalan and
          in command of the escort fleet.
    SHAD: Hello, sir?
  JARVIK: Have you guards with you on the shuttle?
    SHAD: Yes, sir.
  JARVIK: Good. There's something I'd like you to do for me.

[Later]

  JARVIK: I shall expect both courage and enterprise.
    SHAD: You will have both, sir.
SERVALAN: Such old-fashioned concepts, Jarvik. Are they really
          necessary?
  JARVIK: With machines, no. With men, yes.
SERVALAN: So you won't want to hear the computer predictions.
  JARVIK: Madam, in ancient times they read the future from the
          torn out guts of small animals. Two millennia later it
          was in the remnant leaves of a herb in a drinking cup.
          Ask me, and I'd say that civilization has learnt a lot
          to little positive advantage.
SERVALAN: Yes. Well, you'll hear them anyway. Our computer
          predicts convincing victory with the loss of one pursuit
          ship. I'd rather not lose any.
  JARVIK: In that case: sit down and shut up. [Looks at monitor]
          He's left his keel exposed. Killer Three, you're in
          strike range. Fire now! Now!

[Liberator is hit; flight deck]

     ZEN: Hull sensors report damage to keel section.
 TARRANT: The keel section? That's impossible! The force wall...
          Dayna, --
   DAYNA: Yes, I know.
 TARRANT: Zen, retreat. Standard by Six, bearing Xymines. [To
          Dayna] I said: overlap.
   DAYNA: I know, but I couldn't find --
 TARRANT: Didn't Cally show you?
   DAYNA: She wasn't there!
 TARRANT: But she was... [sees Cally's empty station] Oh no, I
          don't believe it. Vila, take over.
    VILA: Who, me?
 TARRANT: [To Dayna] Stay with him.

[Somewhere else on the Liberator]

   CALLY: Avon, I can't.
    AVON: Concentrate.
   CALLY: It's my mother, my father. I don't know.
    AVON: Cally, your mother and father are dead. It is an
          illusion. Tell yourself that this is a rock.
   CALLY: But it's not. It's alive.
    AVON: Orac, is the rock sopron alive?
    ORAC: No.
   CALLY: But it's sitting there, thinking.
          [Boom!]
    ORAC: The electrical impulses are powered by a sophisticated
          technology and the programing does bear a similarity to
          the mental processes. But this is not "thinking" in the
          accepted sense.
   CALLY: It is. It is, Avon. I don't like it. [Gets up]
    AVON: Cally. [Grasps her by the arms]
 TARRANT: [Enters] Is this the time or the place? That thing has
          warped your reason, Avon. It's even warped your
      notorious instinct for looking after number one. We are
      in danger, can't you understand that?
    AVON: I understand that this ship is the most powerful in the
          galaxy and that you are the most astute space warfare
          commander. [Tarrant and Cally exit.] Or so you tell us
          often enough.

[Flight deck; Liberator destroys one pursuit ship]

    VILA: We got it, we got it!
   DAYNA: Right on the nose! [laughs]

[Space Command]

SERVALAN: How did _that_ happen?
  JARVIK: They fired through their own force shield.
SERVALAN: Don't be absurd.
  JARVIK: You asked, I told you.

[Liberator flight deck]

    VILA: We got it, we got it!
 TARRANT: Yes, I know, only I was saving that trick for when they
          both attacked at once.
    VILA: There's only two left now; no trouble.
     ZEN: Sensors report hostile craft bearing zero two zero.
 TARRANT: These Mark Tens can move. Visual tracking, Zen. Cally,
          forcewall back, maximum deflection. Right. Zen, --

[Space Command]

  JARVIK: He's rolling her. Hold back, Killer Three, hold back,
          he'll have you.

[Liberator flight deck]

 TARRANT: Wait. Wait. Wait, on the turn... Easy now...

[Space Command]

  JARVIK: Killer One, it's you!

[Liberator flight deck]

 TARRANT: Fire!

          [Liberator destroys another pursuit ship]

 TARRANT: [Kisses his fingers to the air expressively, like an
      Italian chef]

[Space Command]

  JARVIK: All right, Killer Three, stabilise now. There're two
          ways of doing this...
SERVALAN: Fool! [Into comm] This is Command HQ. All pursuit units
          in Lypterion, urgent call to Xymines sector. Urgent
          call to Xymines sector, now. [Breaks contact] They'll
          never get here in time.
  JARVIK: Just as well, we've got one too many as it is.
SERVALAN: No, I'm the fool. Why do I do it? So stupid.
  JARVIK: Gently now, Killer Three. Ease your way in. Prepare to
          launch...

[Liberator flight deck]

   DAYNA: Plasma bolt launched.
 TARRANT: Visual tracking, Zen. Force wall down, Cally.
   CALLY: Down?
 TARRANT: Yes, down.
          Starboard roll, Zen. Maximum thrust now.
          Fire, Dayna, fire!

          [Liberator destroys the last pursuit ship]

   DAYNA: Direct hit.
          [Crew cheers]
          Zen, locate the Kairopan transporter. Direct course.
          Standard by Three.

[Space Command]

SERVALAN: There's nothing to stop them now. The cream of my fleet,
          gone! Destroyed. And all you can do is smile as though
          you'd achieved something.
  JARVIK: I have.
SERVALAN: What?
  JARVIK: I made it look convincing.
SERVALAN: Oh, it was convincing all right. It convinced _me_.
          Three Mark Tens and fifteen years' supply of Kairopan.
  JARVIK: You wanted the Liberator? If you're patient, you shall
          have her.
SERVALAN: And what will you take her with? A Kairopan shuttle? A
          transporter, perhaps? Or will you use your bare hands?!
          What are you doing?
  JARVIK: [Picks up Servalan and dumps her on a couch] Lie there
          and keep quiet until I tell you otherwise.

[Liberator flight deck]

    VILA: 'Course I may settle down, you know, have kids. What do
          you think, Cally?
   CALLY: What do I think of what?
    VILA: The lakeside of Gardinos. We could go swimming by the
          light of three moons.
   DAYNA: Who could? You and Cally?
    VILA: No, me and the kids.
   CALLY: [To Vila] But you haven't got any children.
    VILA: Not yet, I haven't.
 TARRANT: Vila, you're dreaming. Two weeks of that, and you'd be
          looking for something to break into.
     ZEN: Transporter is in visual range.
 TARRANT: Put her up then, Zen.
          [Transporter on screen]
    VILA: Feels like we're stealing a purse from a sleeping man.

[Space Command]

SERVALAN: They're coming in to dock right under our noses and
          we're helpless.
  JARVIK: Be quiet. Watch.

[Kairopan transporter]

 TARRANT: [Teleports in] It's all right, there's nothing.
   CALLY: [V.O.] Nothing?
 TARRANT: Apart from a few million credits worth of Kairopan. I'll
          let you in. [Opens door]
    VILA: Is that it?
 TARRANT: What did you expect?
    VILA: Doesn't exactly look like a fortune, does it?
 TARRANT: You have to spend it wisely then, won't you? Just buy
          one planet at a time.
    VILA: [whispering] Yeah.
          Well, come on, then.
          [They start moving the crates.]

[Space Command]

  JARVIK: [Observing; into mic] When you're ready...

[Kairopan transporter]

    VILA: [Passing guard] Excuse me.
  GUARD2: [To all] Stay EXACTLY where you are, and don't get
          excited.
 TARRANT: Hold it.
  GUARD2: Don't make any sudden movements, and get over to that
          wall.
          Come on, all of you! Right. Now turn 'round.
    AVON: [Just arriving] Down!
          [They shoot guards]
 TARRANT: Thanks.
    AVON: They were an obvious possibility, Tarrant.
 TARRANT: We'll get this one. Cally, Dayna, go and prepare to
          disengage.

[Space Command]

SERVALAN: [Turns of monitor] You know, you really had me believing
          in you.

[Liberator, near hatch]

 TARRANT: Ready to move, Cally. Whenever you like.
   CALLY: [V.O.] Disengaging now.
          [Everybody leaves]

    SHAD: [emerges from a crate; looks around] It's clear. Come
          on!

[Space Command]

SERVALAN: Jarvik, I've given the matter consideration, and decided
          against summary execution.
  JARVIK: Very gracious of you.
SERVALAN: Yes. There's a certain, primitive element in my nature
          that finds you -- that wants to. However, you will stand
          trial. Guards, take this man away.
          [Guards move towards Jarvik; Shad teleports in]
  JARVIK: Captain Shad.
    SHAD: As per your instructions, sir, the Liberator has been
          taken and now stands off to Command Headquarters. You're
          invited to inspect, sir.
  JARVIK: Thank you, Shad. But as another primitive warrior once

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