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From: dws{at}monu6.cc.monash.edu.au (David Skerrett)
Organization: Monash University, Caulfield Campus


33. "Children of Auron"
by Roger Parkes

(c) 1979 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) 1992
by Micky DuPree and Nicole Vifian.

Dramatis Personae
Kerr Avon
Servalan
Vila Restal
Cally
Del Tarrant
Dayna Mellanby
Orac
Zen
Deral
Ginka
Zelda
Patar
C.A. 1
C.A. 2
Clinician Franton
Pilot Four-Zero
Uncredited:
Module Six Voice
Medical Section Voice
*? = indistinct


[Exterior, Servalan's ship in space]
   VOICE:  All scanners operating.
SERVALAN:  [vo] Maintain full alert.

[On board Servalan's ship, flight deck]
   VOICE:  Maintaining.  Contact.  Auron bound contact.
SERVALAN:  Captain Deral to the Command Cabin.  Identification.
   VOICE:  Small.  Looks like a patrol vessel.  Coming onto visual - now.

[Servalan hits button, patrol ship comes up on screen]
SERVALAN:  From Auron?
   VOICE:  Yes. One of their C-type patrollers.
SERVALAN:  Crew?
   VOICE:  Solo.
SERVALAN:  Good.  Ideal.  Ah, Captain Deral.  [into comm] Ginka! Activate
           ionic beams.
   GINKA:  [on screen] Activated.
SERVALAN:  Obtain target coordinates from control.
   GINKA:  Very well, Madame President.
   DERAL:  Ionic beams only?
SERVALAN:  Just to disable, cause minimum damage.  [into comm] Clinic,
           bring the disease pathogens now.   [to Deral] I want that
           pilot alive.  Alive and vulnerable.

[On Liberator flight deck.  Cally enters.]
   CALLY:  Course, Zen.
     ZEN:  Course eight two eight zero four.  Destination is the planet
           Earth.
   CALLY:  Why Earth?
    VILA:  Why not?
 TARRANT:  Anywhere else in mind?
    VILA:  The Himalayas are quite tall at this time of the year.
   CALLY:  Feeling homesick, are you?
           [Vila nods.]
 TARRANT:  As it happens, it's his idea.  There's someone there he wants
           to eliminate.
    AVON:  Execute.
   CALLY:  What?
 TARRANT:  One of the Federation's para-investigators.  Notorious thug
           known as Shrinker.
    AVON:  One of his victims was a young woman called Anna Grant.  She
           was important to me.
   CALLY:  So it's just revenge you're after?
    AVON:  Just and sweet.  [moves game piece on triangle board]
   CALLY:  You two, you approve of this?
 TARRANT:  In the absence of a more pressing engagement.
    AVON:  I am not asking THEM to kill him.
   CALLY:  But pointless revenge, it doesn't achieve anything.
    VILA:  We're going home ... to Earth.  Does it have to matter why?
           [Tarrant moves game piece]

[Servalan's ship brings one man patrol vessel into bay]
   GINKA:  [on screen] Docking arm secured.
SERVALAN:  Good.  Bring the pilot straight up.
   DERAL:  Are you sure we're totally immune?
           [Servalan mixes liquids in a beaker.]
SERVALAN:  I'd hardly be doing this if we weren't.
   DERAL:  The man may suspect.  Don't forget, all Aurons are
           telepathic.
SERVALAN:  Not, Deral, after being hit by an ionic beam.
   DERAL:  Let's hope not.
           [Pilot brought on deck.  Drinks liquid handed to him by Deral.]
SERVALAN:  Ah, pilot four zero.
   PILOT:  Loss of power.  Systems failure.  Total cutout.
SERVALAN:  You were hit by a random ionic reef.
   PILOT:  Ionic reef?
SERVALAN:  Probably a residual from the war.
   DERAL:  We ran into it too.  [pours more liquid in glass]
SERVALAN:  But with force shields up.
   DERAL:  More? [hands pilot glass]
   PILOT:  Thanks.  [drinks]
SERVALAN:  Ginka, how badly damaged is the Auron patrol ship?
   GINKA:  Its control systems are burnt out, the auxiliary power unit
           is functional, but for manual operation only.  I'm continuing
           with further checks.
SERVALAN:  Manual only, I'm afraid.
   PILOT:  I'll manage.
   DARAL:  With reduced power?
   PILOT:  Auron isn't so far off.  Can you supply me with the course
           coordinates.?
SERVALAN:  Naturally.  I only wish we had time to diverge --
   PILOT:  No.  Since the war, the Federation breakup, our people are
           more cautious than ever.  Isolationists.
SERVALAN:  Very prudent of them.  There are so many unscrupulous fortune
           seekers at large.
   GINKA:  Checking's completed.
SERVALAN:  Good.  Set course coordinates for Auron.
   GINKA:  Right away, Madame.
   PILOT:  Right.  I owe you my life.
SERVALAN:  Just be sure and get home safely.

   CALLY:  Since when has a personal vendetta been a good enough reason
           for going anywhere?
    AVON:  The trouble with the people of Auron is that they all suffer
           from a superiority complex.
    VILA:  You should get on well with them, then.
    AVON:  Too good to become involved with the rest of humanity.
   CALLY:  That's not true.  Just because we happen to be neutral
           doesn't necessarily --
    AVON:  Neutrality or passivism, it all boils down to the same
           gutless inanity.
   CALLY:  You're wrong.
    VILA:  "Gutless inanity."  I like it.  What's it mean?
   CALLY:  Some of us wanted to participate in galactic affairs.
    AVON:  Yes?
   CALLY:  Yes.
   DAYNA:  So what happened?  Were you overruled?
    AVON:  The great passive majority psyched them into line.
           Telepathic communion is a wonderful thing.  [Smiles]
   CALLY:  I joined a group of freedom fighters.
 TARRANT:  On Auron?
   CALLY:  No, defending the planet Saurian Major from the Federation.
 TARRANT:  The Federation won, of course.
   CALLY:  Yes.  I do try, though.  We're not all gutless, you see.
    VILA:  And the Aurons punished you for your defiance, didn't they?
 TARRANT:  Were you exiled?
   CALLY:  Yes.  Why do you imagine I've never gone back?  Affection
           for him?

[Auron control centre]
   PATAR:  Auron control to pilot four zero, make contact please.  Auron
           control to pilot four zero.  Not receiving you, four zero.
           Repeat, not receiving you.
    CA-2:  Still nothing?
   PATAR:  He's totally on his own.  We have you on visual, four zero,
           but we are not hearing you. Apply retro thrust.  Do you copy?
    CA-2:  He'll burn up if he doesn't do it soon.  CA-1.
   PATAR:  Pilot four zero, you must apply retro thrust.  Repeat, apply
           retro thrust.
    CA-2:  Do you think he's slowing?
   PATAR:  Could be.  Full retros, four zero.
           [pilot in shuttle, sores on face, hard landing.  pilot dies]
   PATAR:  [vo]  Well done, four zero.  Stand by for hookup, stand by.
   VOICE:  Hook up completed.
   PATAR:  Very smooth, retriever one.
   VOICE:  Standing by for docking.
   PATAR:  Full emergency procedures operative, retriever one.
    CA-1:  Patar, arrange a debriefing with the pilot, please.  CA-2,
           with me.
   PATAR:  A signal for you, four zero;  [vo] remain in the patroller
           for priority debriefing with CA One and the Deputy.  Repeat,
           remain in the patroller for priority debriefing with CA-1
           and Deputy.  Over.
           [yellow liquid dribbles out of pilot's mouth]

SERVALAN:  They have their priority, all right.  Survival.
   DERAL:  They aren't all going to die, are they?
SERVALAN:  Deral, we must rebuild the Federation.
   DERAL:  But Auron has always been neutral.
SERVALAN:  Yes.  And so long as it was politically expedient they were
           left to their pathetic little ideals.  But the war has left
           us with a different situation: general disunity and anarchy.
           So, different imperatives prevail.
   DERAL:  What about their powers of telepathy?
SERVALAN:  They'll have their narrow little minds on other things now.
           An epidemic of alien pathogens.

   CALLY:  [preoccupied, echo effect.] Death.  Dying.
    AVON:  [passes hand in front of her unresponsive face] Cally.
           [snaps fingers] Cally.
   DAYNA:  What's wrong with her?
   CALLY:  [normal voice, still preoccupied] They're dying ... all
           dying.
    AVON:  Who? Who is dying?
 TARRANT:  Here, try her with this.  Should snap her out of it.
    VILA:  That stuff would snap an asteroid out of orbit.
   DAYNA:  Cally.
   CALLY:  [recovers] They're all dying.  Dayna, they're all dying.

[Auron control]
   PATAR:  Orderlies, here! [orderlies remove stumbling man]
    CA-2:  Report, Module six.
   VOICE:  It's here, we've got it here.
    CA-1:  Oh, no.
    CA-2:  Details.
   VOICE:  First case was a hour ago.  It started with the children.
    CA-2:  Next, the young adults.  Thank you, module six.
    CA-1:  Any response to the distress calls?
    CA-2:  Not a whisper.  Appeals out on all channels, nothing.
   VOICE:  Medical section reporting.
    CA-2:  Yes.
   VOICE:  Negative trace.  Non-bacterial, Non-viral.  Must conclude
           disease pathogen of alien origins.
    CA-1:  Ah, yes.  From their insane Intergalactic War.
   VOICE:  What else?
    CA-2:  So why aren't we affected?  We were exposed to the disease
           first, longer than anyone.
   VOICE:  It's your generation.  YOU still have a resistance to the
           infection.
    CA-2:  Unlike the youngsters.  So what do we do?
    CA-1:  Evacuation.
 FRANTON:  It's probably Auron's only chance now.
    CA-1:  Why aren't you at the replication plant?
 FRANTON:  Off shift, unfortunately.
    CA-2:  Oh, I'm sorry.
 FRANTON:  There's still my assistant, Zelda.
           [CA-1 and Franton go to comm screen]
    CA-1:  Are you all right?  No symptoms?
   ZELDA:  [on screen] The plant is fully sterile, sir.
    CA-1:  Zelda, prepare a full range of genetic stock.  Get them
           packed immediately, ready for evacuation.
   ZELDA:  I have a different priority, sir.
 FRANTON:  What is it, Zelda?
   ZELDA:  To contact Cally.
    CA-1:  Oh, that young rebel.
   ZELDA:  The Liberator must be our best hope.
    CA-1:  Look, we already have distress calls out on constant
           transmission.  Just obey orders!
 FRANTON:  With respect, sir.  You and Cally are from the same sibling
           group, aren't you?
   ZELDA:  Yes, Cally's my twin.
 FRANTON:  Identical brain scan.
   ZELDA:  Optimum telepathic affinity.
    CA-1:  Yes, well, forget all that and just do as I say--
 FRANTON:  Keep trying Zelda, keep at it.  But for you our people might
           have had some natural resistance.  Your precious dream of
           isolation --
    CA-1:  That policy was agreed upon in council.
 FRANTON:  And those in opposition were simply ignored.  My father tried
           to warn you, and so did Cally.  And look how you've thanked
           her.
    CA-1:  She deserved to be exiled.
 FRANTON:  You'd better just hope Zelda can get her back now.

[Liberator flight deck]
   ZELDA:  ['path voice] Cally. Help us, Cally. Help Auron.
   CALLY:  [Repeating to the others] "Help ... help Auron."
           [Tarrant gives Avon a sign for a council behind Cally's
           back.  They move off together.]
 TARRANT:  Let's go.
    AVON:  Can we trust them?
   CALLY:  Yes.  Zelda would never trick me.
    VILA:  Zelda?
   DAYNA:  Her identical sibling.
    VILA:  Eh?
   DAYNA:  There are plenty more like her on Auron, apparently.
   CALLY:  This is not a trap.
    AVON:  Not knowingly, perhaps.
 TARRANT:  Zen, reroute to planet Auron.
    AVON:  Just like that?
 TARRANT:  A democracy.  You're outvoted, Avon.  Three to two.
    VILA:  Four to one.  I like to stay with the winners whenever
           possible.
     ZEN:  Confirm course changing to zero three one zero.  Destination:
           the planet Auron.  State speed.
 TARRANT:  Standard by Six.
     ZEN:  Confirm.
   CALLY:  ['path voice] I'm coming, Zelda.  I'm coming home.  I'm
           coming home.

[Servalan's flight deck.  Servalan and Deral watch a screen]
SERVALAN:  Their bio-replication plant.  Auron's most elegant
           achievement.  Synthesised placenta unit, each capable of
           gestating a batch of identical siblings.
   DERAL:  Of - ?
SERVALAN:  Foetuses, Deral.  Offspring.
   DERAL:  They look quite human.
SERVALAN:  They are.  The man who perfected the process, Franton,
           achieved spontaneous cell differentiation.
   DERAL:  No need for fertilisation.
SERVALAN:  That's right.  Pure genetic replication.
   DERAL:  Your own cells, unmated.  One parent only.
SERVALAN:  Exactly.  And now, since the untimely destruction of the
           Clonemasters, it is exclusive to Auron.
   DERAL:  Exclusive?  So this is your reason.  Nothing to do with
           rebuilding the Federation.  You simply want to reproduce.
SERVALAN:  It's as well for you that just now I happen to need men like
           you and Ginka: loyal, unquestioning, not prone to
           interfering in matters of strategy.
   DERAL:  Even so, does seem a little -- excessive? To afflict a whole
           planet merely to indulge --
SERVALAN:  Indulge nothing!  This, Deral, this is merely a bonus.  My
           primary object for Auron's affliction, as you call it, is to
           seize the Liberator.

    AVON:  This is crass stupidity.
 TARRANT:  Not from Cally's side of the scanner.
    AVON:  Emotional ties - we cannot risk the Liberator for sentiment.
 TARRANT:  As long as Cally is part of this crew, she has full call on
           your loyalty and support, no matter what the risks.
    AVON:  You are forgetting that the Aurons rejected her.  They sent
           her into exile.
 TARRANT:  You were exiled from Earth.
    AVON:  I go back as an executioner.
 TARRANT:  And you really believe revenge should rate a higher priority
           than mercy?
    AVON:  All right.  We will consult Orac.  [they walk together to Orac.
           Avon inserts key]

SERVALAN:  Signal Auron Control.  Offer medical facilities.
   GINKA:  [on screen] Do we go in and dock?
   DERAL:  I give your orders, Ginka.
   GINKA:  My apologies, Captain.  Do we go in and dock, sir.

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