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 Subject : Pt 2/3: Blake's Seven Transcript Time Squad
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[Interior.  Liberator flight deck]

VILA:     She's turning.

AVON:     Right lateral.

VILA:     Quickly.

GAN:      She's drifting under the laser projection.

AVON:     Down degree point zero one.

VILA:     You're too close.  She's going to hit the ramp broad
          side on.

GAN:      Get around.

AVON:     Down another point.  More lateral.

[Interior.  Alien projectile.  Blake and Jenna]

[Interior.  Liberator flight deck.]

VILA:     You're too close.  Pull away, Avon.

AVON:     No time.  She's coming 'round.  Gan, when the tail is
          on the laser projection, I'll go straight in.

GAN:      NOW!

[Exterior.  Projectile is brought on board Liberator]

[Interior.  Liberator flight deck]

VILA:     You've done it.  You've done it.

AVON:     Close the main locks.  Zen, transfer to inner hold
          number five.

ZEN:      Transfer process commenced.

[View from hold.  Outer doors close]

[Interior.  Liberator flight deck]

GAN:      Hull re-pressurized.

VILA:     Inner hatches released.

AVON:     Switch the visual.

[Main screen view changes to projectile at rest in inner hold]

VILA:     Very delicate.  You know, with hands like that and a
          decent upbringing, he might have made a respectable
          pick pocket.

AVON:     Yes.  We better go down and check that they're all
          right. Keep a watch, Gan.

[Avon and Vila leave Liberator flight deck]

[On board projectile.  Jenna and Blake open outer hatch.  They
step out of projectile into inner hold]

VILA:     (entering hold) There you are, you see.  Nothing to
          worry about.  What have we here?

BLAKE:    Take a look.

[Avon enters hold]

BLAKE:    (to Avon) Thank you.

AVON:     Glad to be of help.

JENNA:    You don't sound too sure about that.  Thanks anyway.
          Nice flying.

[Blake goes to intercom]

GAN:      (v.o) Gan.

BLAKE:    Blake.  See if Zen's back on our side yet.

GAN:      (v.o) I don't think he ever left it.

BLAKE:    Tell him to resume course for Saurian Major, speed
          standard by two.

GAN:      (v.o.) Understood.

BLAKE:    (to Jenna) Anything?

JENNA:    (examining hull of projectile)  Most of it's been
          scraped away.

BLAKE:    Must of been in space a long time.

JENNA:    I wonder where it came from.

BLAKE:    (laughs slightly) More interesting is where it was
          going and why.  Let's see if Avon's got any ideas.

[Interior.  Alien projectile]

BLAKE:    (to Avon) What do you think?

AVON:     (seated at flight controls) It's an old ship.  Or from
          a technologically backward culture.  Sublight drive.
          So obviously the destination was outside the star
          system from which it was launched.

VILA:     (sitting beside Avon) Obviously.  Why?

AVON:     They wouldn't bother to put the crew into suspended
          animation unless the journey was likely to last longer
          than the natural life span of a man.  The cryogenic
          system halts the aging and the decay.  These two are
          probably hundreds of years old.

BLAKE:    Is there any idea of where they were going and why?

AVON:     No, but they weren't planning on coming back.  All the
          instruments are set for landing.  There's nothing for
          take off.

BLAKE:    There'd be no point in going back.  The world they left
          would be dead years ago.

AVON:     No sign of any weapons.  In fact there isn't much
          equipment at all.  Either they were headed for a
          civilized destination where they expected a friendly
          reception or ... we are missing the point entirely.

[Avon rises and moves back to the cryogenic capsules]

VILA:     It all seems a bit single minded to me.

AVON:     I've cut in the re-animation unit.  It will take a
          little while, but these two should come out of it and
          then they'll be able to tell us what it's all about.

BLAKE:    Can we speed it up?

AVON:     It's programmed.  Interfere with it and you could kill
          them.

BLAKE:    Well, there's no point in waiting around.  We'll take a
          look at them in a couple of hours.

AVON:     Oh, wait a minute.  There is something we could do.  We
          could take out the program in the autonavigational
          unit, link it into our own computers and take a reading
          on planet of origin, the course and the destination.

BLAKE:    It's worth a try.

[Avon moves back to flight controls.  Inside one of the capsules,
the alien moves his hand.]

[Exterior.  Liberator is once again under way.]

[Interior.  Liberator flight deck.  Jenna is at the main pilot's
console, Avon and Vila at their usual positions.  Blake enters]

BLAKE:    How are you getting on with that?

AVON:     I'm still waiting for the decoders to work out the
          notational system.  It's taking rather longer than I
          thought.

BLAKE:    Has anyone been down to see our guests lately?

JENNA:    Vila went down a little while ago.

BLAKE:    And?

VILA:     Thawing nicely.  Couple of hours, we should be able to
          talk to them.

ZEN:      Liberator is now in stationary orbit one thousand
          spacials from the surface of the planet Saurian Major.

BLAKE:    Then it's time we went.  Vila, I shall want you down
          there with me.

VILA:     Oh.  Right.

BLAKE:    Bring your bag of tricks.  Avon?

AVON:     Isn't he enough?

BLAKE:    Their detectors are concentrated on neutral space.  We
          came in from Federation territory.  They won't have
          spotted us yet.  But they will, sooner or later, and I
          can do what needs to be done faster with your help.

AVON:     No doubt.

BLAKE:    Jenna will teleport us down.

[Interior.  Liberator teleport area.  Vila and Gan are loading
box.  Blake, Avon and Jenna enter teleport area.]

BLAKE:    (to Jenna) Put Zen on constant scan.  I want to know
          immediately if those Federation ships come into this
          system.

JENNA:    Of course. (goes to teleport controls)

BLAKE:    Gan, help Jenna keep an eye on those aliens.  And
          remember, one of you must be on standby at all times we
          may have to get off Saurian quickly.

GAN:      Don't worry.

JENNA:    How long are you going to stay down there?

BLAKE:    Depends on what we find.  Saurian day is about thirty
          six hours that should be all we need.  (to Avon)  Are
          you ready?   [Avon, Blake and Vila move into teleport
          alcove]  Right.  Put us down.

[Jenna teleports Avon, Blake and Vila]

[Exterior.  Surface of Saurian Major.  The ground is rocky.
There are strange plants dotted here and there around the area.]

VILA:     (touches plant, then draws his hand back) Ehyeh.

AVON:     Did it sting you?

VILA:     It's warm.  Clammy.  A bit like flesh.

[Avon reaches out to touch plant]

BLAKE:    You have to be careful of the planet life around here.
          Some of it's carnivorous.

[Avon draws hand back quickly]

BLAKE:    Some species even have an intelligence rating.

VILA:     That's a comfort.  I should hate to be eaten by
          something stupid.

BLAKE:    (holds up pocket chart) Now look.  This is the
          communications complex. This is where we are.

VILA:     Looks like a long trek.

AVON:     How do you intend to make contact with the rebels?

BLAKE:    If they're any good, they'll make contact with us.  We
          won't make any secret of our presence.  Just set up
          camp and wait.

VILA:     And if the security forces get to us first?

AVON:     They won't patrol this far from the complex.

BLAKE:    A small fire first, I think.

[Avon and Vila move off]

[Interior.  Liberator flight deck.  Jenna and Gan are present]

JENNA:    No sign of pursuit ships yet.

GAN:      Oh, they'll find us.  Sooner or later.

JENNA:    And then we'll fight.

GAN:      Yes.

JENNA:    I keep wondering whether it wouldn't be better to opt
          out of all this.  Find a safe planet.  Hide.

GAN:      They'd still find you.

JENNA:    I suppose.

GAN:      But if you wanted to leave, you know Blake wouldn't try
          to stop you.

JENNA:    No, I know.  What about you?  Are going to stick with
          him?

GAN:      I have to.  I... I want to stay alive.  And to do that
          I need people I can rely on.  I can't be on my own.

JENNA:    What do you mean? (pause) Gan?

GAN:      I killed a security guard.  They said it was murder.
          But he had a gun.  I was unarmed.  You see, he killed
          my woman.

JENNA:    That must have been terrible.

GAN:      I'm sorry, my head aches.  I'll be all right in a
          little while.  I suppose I should go and look at our
          frozen friends.

JENNA:    Relax,  I'll go.

GAN:      Thanks.

[Jenna leaves Liberator flight deck]

[Interior.  Liberator hold five.  Jenna enters and climbs into
projectile.  She closes the outer cover of the cryogenic unit
containing the dead alien]

JENNA:    (looking at the other units) Surely we left these open.

[Jenna opens the outer cover on one of the units.  The inner
cover is fogged.  She opens that as well.  She reaches down and
feels the pulse of the alien inside.  His hand moves and grabs
her wrist.  She frees herself.  She opens cover on the remaining
unit.  It is empty.  She checks the lock on the rear compartment,
then climbs out of the projectile into the hold.]

JENNA:    I know you're here.  We're not going to harm you.

JENNA:    (walks cautiously around)  There's no need to hide.
          Can you understand me, we're not going to harm you.

[An object is thrown and hits Jenna.   She grabs her arm and
moves to the communicator.  It has been smashed.  Jenna runs for
the exit.  The alien pursues her.  As she steps through and
closes the door, alien grabs for her.  She bites his hand.  Alien
screams. Jenna slams the door and locks it.]


[Interior.  Liberator flight deck.  It is empty.  Jenna runs in]

JENNA:    Gan, one of them... Gan where are you?

[Gan enters Liberator flight deck from opposite direction]

GAN:      What's happened?  What's the matter?

JENNA:    Gan, one of them attacked me.  I tried talking to him
          but I couldn't make him understand.

GAN:      It's all right, you're safe now.  Where is he?

JENNA:    He's in the hold.  I've locked the door.  He threw
          something at me.  I think he's practically broken my
          arm.

GAN:      Let's take a look at it, eh.

JENNA:     (Jenna rolls up her sleeve, to reveal bruise.  She
          sighs in pain)  I tried to get you on the communicator,
          but he'd smashed it.   Then he rushed me.

GAN:      He's probably frightened.

JENNA:    No, he didn't look frightened.  He just looked
          murderous.

GAN:      Could be, he's been asleep for centuries.  Then, he
          wakes up in a strange place.  Not knowing what's
          happening.  (applies healing pad to Jenna's arm)  Or
          why.

JENNA:    He could be confused, I suppose.  We have no idea what
          mental damage can be done by long term cryogenic
          suspension.  (Looks at her healed arm)   That's
          amazing.  Thank you.

GAN:      You stay here.  I'll go and sort him out.

JENNA:    Gan.  (hands Gan a gun) Be careful.

[Gan leaves Liberator flight deck]

[Communicator chimes]

JENNA:    Jenna.

BLAKE:    (v.o.) Blake.  We haven't made contact with the rebels
          yet.  We're moving.  Reference three three four zero.
          I'll call in again when we get there.

JENNA:    Right.

BLAKE:    Anything happen with the crew of the projectile.

JENNA:    One of them... They're recovering.  Everything's under
          control.

[Exterior.  Saurian Major]

BLAKE:    Good.  I'll check with you later. (into communicator)
          Blake, either of you found anything yet?

AVON:     (v.o.) Not a thing.

VILA:     (v.o.) Several plants with designs on my body.  Apart
          from them, there's nothing else in sight.

BLAKE:    All right, come on down.  We'll try somewhere else.

[Blake begins to put out fire.  From behind a red-clad figure
knocks Blake off balance.  Blake rolls down hill.  Cally slides
down after him, and plants a foot in his chest.]

CALLY:    (telepaths)  Who are you?  (pause)  Will you answer my
          question?  Who are you?  I ask you for the last time,
          who are you?

BLAKE:    Do you mind if I get up.  (lunges at her)

[Cally quickly goes around him and knocks him flat again.]

CALLY:    (telepaths) Try that again and I'll blow your head off.
          Now what are you doing here?

BLAKE:    My name is Blake.  I'm trying to make contact with the
          resistance group.

CALLY:    (telepaths) How did you get here?

BLAKE:    We came from.... (looks quickly to the side).

[Cally also looks to the side.  Blake grabs her and throws her
over his head.  Blake disarms her.  Points the gun at her on the
ground]

CALLY:    May you die alone and silent.

BLAKE:    Well, you can talk then.  You may be telepathic but you
          certainly can't read minds or you never would have
          fallen for that, would you.

CALLY:    I will tell you nothing.

BLAKE:    I'm not with the Federation security force.

CALLY:    I do not need to read minds to know that you lie.

BLAKE:    I came here with two of my crew a few hours ago.

CALLY:    I keep a check on the landing area.  Nothing has come
          in or gone out.

BLAKE:    I'm hardly likely to use the landing area am I? I need
          to contact the resistance fighters.

CALLY:    Your words are meaningless to me.

BLAKE:    We came here to destroy the communication center.  Your
          people have information that would be invaluable to us.

CALLY:    Oh, it is quite clear that you seek information.

BLAKE:    (disables the weapon) I'll make contact some other way.
          Take it.  (puts the gun down in front of her)  We'll
          manage without you. (walks away)

CALLY:    (picks up gun and gets to her feet) Can you prove what
          you say?

BLAKE:    If I can get inside that center I'll prove it with the
          biggest explosion you've ever seen.

CALLY:    I might be able to help you.  Perhaps.

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