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 Subject : Pt 2/3: Blakes 7 transcript #33 Children of Auron
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   DERAL:  You'll get your or--
SERVALAN:  Yes.  With full quarantine precautions.  Say we're afraid of
           cross infection.  Under the circumstances, they shouldn't
           find that hard to believe.
   GINKA:  True, Madame.
   DERAL:  What if the Liberator's out of range of Auron's distress
           calls?
SERVALAN:  You're forgetting Cally.
   DERAL:  Her telepathy?
SERVALAN:  Exactly.  And I'm quite sure she's capable of persuading the
           others.

   CALLY:  ['path voice] Soon.  We're coming.  Tell them they must not
           despair. The Liberator is on its way.  Zelda, we will be
           together again.  Be strong.  I'm coming home, Zelda.  I'm
           coming to help you.

   PATAR:  Sir.  Your message received, jig nine. Hold please.
    CA-1:  It's a reply.
   PATAR:  Requesting quarantine dockings.
    CA-2:  Who are they?
   PATAR:  It's an ex-Federation cruiser.
    CA-1:  All right.  Confirm.
 FRANTON:  Just a minute.  Suppose it's a trick.
    CA-1:  How?
 FRANTON:  This whole epidemic.  They could have intercepted our patrol
           ship and infected our pilot.
    CA-1:  For what reason?
 FRANTON:  Conquest.
    CA-1:  That's ridiculous.
 FRANTON:  Surely it would be safer to wait for the Liberator.  At least
           we can trust them, and we know they're coming, Zelda heard.
    CA-1:  But not when.  Do you know how long it'll take?  Heh?
           Exactly.  All right.  Confirm docking.  Full quarantine.
   PATAR:  Auron control to jig nine.

   GINKA:  [on screen] Madame, docking facilities open.
SERVALAN:  Quarantine?
   GINKA:  As specified.
SERVALAN:  Tell them to have specimens ready for analysis.
   GINKA:  Right.
SERVALAN:  No.  Tell them to have a patient ready.  Specify Clinician
           Franton.  Tell them he's to wear protective suiting to
           withstand radiation scanning.
   GINKA:  Clinician Franton?
SERVALAN:  Yes.  Their replication expert.

    ORAC:  Reproduction by Clinician Franton's method of group cloning
           has resulted in highly developed psychic faculties,
           telepathy being the most obvious example.  These faculties
           are, of course, limited to the young since cloning was
           developed relatively recently.
    AVON:  We know all that.
    ORAC:  Since I lack sensors to assess what is or is not in your
           mind, I cannot assess what is or is not already known to
           you.
 TARRANT:  Listen, Orac, what about the disease epidemic Cally's
           talking about.
    ORAC:  It's a high probability that because Auron has had a policy of
           neutrality and isolation, the planet has now been kept
           completely free of all disease for more than three decades.
 TARRANT:  A sterile environment.
    AVON:  Without disease there would be no natural resistance to
           infection.
    ORAC:  Precisely.
   CALLY:  Checking up?
    AVON:  Why not?
   CALLY:  There's nothing Orac can tell you that I can't.
    AVON:  Maybe not, but dispassionately, without prejudice or
           emotion.
   CALLY:  So what's Orac's dispassionate assessment?  A trap?
    AVON:  We haven't got that far.
     ZEN:  Distress signal from Auron.
   CALLY:  Details.
     ZEN:  Signal faint and intermittent.
   CALLY:  Come on, come on.
     ZEN:  Requesting urgent help.  Requesting medical facilities.

[Franton in treatment chamber]
   GINKA:  Diagnostic scan complete.  Remove helmet for treatment.
           Grasp the support.  Keep as still as possible.  Feet on
           the marks.
           [Franton shudders]
   DERAL:  Ginka, that is not clinician Franton.
   GINKA:  It tis, sir.
SERVALAN:  Rubbish.  Ginka, who is this woman?
   GINKA:  She's Franton's daughter, in charge of the bio replication
           plant since her father's death several years ago.
SERVALAN:  Daughter?  Surely the man would have replicated in his own
           image.
   GINKA:  It seems she was born while he was still developing the
           process.
SERVALAN:  Ah.  Born of natural birth.
   GINKA:  Evidently.  Excuse me, Madam. [Franton's sores disappear.
           She is released from treatment unit.]  There's a mirror to your
           left.
   DERAL:  Shall I have her brought in here, Madame?
SERVALAN:  Please don't interfere, Deral.  I've already given Ginka his
           orders.
   VOICE:  Excuse me Madame.  Control.  Liberator is on visual.
SERVALAN:  The prize, Deral.  The way to re-establish the Federation
           more quickly.  The single most powerful fighting ship left in
           space.  With that, we can command the loyalty of all
           factions.

[Ginka enters flight deck with Franton]
   GINKA:  Clinician Franton.
SERVALAN:  No longer infectious.
   GINKA:  Total cure.
 FRANTON:  Your therapy unit is miraculous.
SERVALAN:  Thank you.  Installed shortly before the Intergalactic War.
 FRANTON:  Auron's people will be saved if we can reprogram our medical
           units.
SERVALAN:  I only wish that were possible. Explain, Ginka.
   GINKA:  It's a pathogen introduced by the aliens during the War.
           Treatment is linked to the patient's individual tissue
           pattern.
 FRANTON:  Individual?
   GINKA:  The best we can offer is for your people to come on board
           wearing protective clothing in batches of six.
 FRANTON:  Six?  Our entire planet's infected. If we could at least take
           the unit out to our medical centre-
   GINKA:  No question of that.  Batches of six, in suits.

[Six white suited figures stagger down a hall]
    CA-2:  Six at a time.
    CA-1:  Well, even if only a few dozen can survive...Where's
           clinician Franton?
    CA-2:  She's gone back to the plant to prepare for evacuation of
           the genetic stock.
   PATAR:  Liberator arrival imminent, sir.
    CA-2:  At last!
    CA-1:  Patar.  Offer immediate docking facilities.
   PATAR:  I did, sir, but they -- they said they're using teleport.

[Liberator teleport room]
   CALLY:  We're wasting valuable time, why don't we dock now?
    AVON:  Security.
   CALLY:  But this is a mercy mission, not a war.
    VILA:  Those bugs could hit us too, you know.
 TARRANT:  We can dock once we've assessed.
    VILA:  Uh, volunteering for teleport duty up here.
    AVON:  We should leave two.
 TARRANT:  Dayna can bring one of them straight back up for analysis.
   DAYNA:  OK.
   CALLY:  It would be quicker if we took Orac down with us.
    AVON:  It would be stupid to compound the risk.
   CALLY:  Risk!  They're dying down there, dying by the thousands,.
 TARRANT:  Orac stays, Cally.
   DAYNA:  Come on.
    VILA:  Good luck.  [operates teleport]

   DERAL:  Ginka.
   GINKA:  Yes, sir?
   DERAL:  Stand up.
   GINKA:  Sir.
   DERAL:  You are addressing a superior officer, stand up!
   GINKA:  As you wish, sir.
   DERAL:  Yes, Ginka, as I wish.  I'm tired of your insubordination.
           I'm tired of your not very subtle attempt to undermine my
           authority.
   GINKA:  Is this an official reprimand, sir?  If it is, then I have
           the right to the presence of another officer to whom I may
           state my case.
   DERAL:  What exactly is your case?
   GINKA:  Do you mean you don't know?
   DERAL:  Is it because you were passed over for command?
   GINKA:  You admit that I was passed over then.
   DERAL:  Clearly, since I was made captain and you were not.  A fact
           you'd do well to bear in mind.
   GINKA:  Oh, I do bear it in mind, sir.  I bear it in mind all the
           time.
   DERAL:  Then act accordingly, or I shall have you up in front of a
           court martial.
   GINKA:  I don't think the president would go along with that. Sir.
   DERAL:  You think she has some special regard for you, is that it?
   GINKA:  I think she recognises a good officer, even if he doesn't
           have the right connections.
   DERAL:  As I have?
   GINKA:  Surely.  Since you were made Captain, and I was not.
   DERAL:  Get on with your work.

[Six white suited Aurons enter treatment chamber]
   GINKA:  [on screen] The first six have arrived, Madame.
SERVALAN:  Get them out of those suits.
   GINKA:  Should I proceed with the scanning process first?
SERVALAN:  There is no point.  They have to die anyway.  See to it,
           Ginka, and get two of those suits up here.  Deral and I will
           need them.
   GINKA:  At once, Madame.
SERVALAN:  Control, is the Liberator docking?
   VOICE:  No, Madame.  It is in stationary orbit.
SERVALAN:  Ah.  Then they're using teleport.

[Cally and Dayna manoeuvre Patar to be teleported.]
   DAYNA:  Is he strong enough, do you think?
   CALLY:  Yes.  Come on.
   DAYNA:  Teleport, Vila. [they teleport out]
    AVON:  So, one of your pilots was infected with an alien pathogen.
    CA-2:  That's right.
    AVON:  Why didn't he report the sickness, warn you to have
           quarantine ready?
    CA-2:  His communications were defective, auto systems as well.
           He managed the reentry on manual, but died during docking.
    AVON:  Defective, how?
    CA-2:  Ionic particle dislocation.
    AVON:  Didn't that strike you as odd?
    CA-1:  No doubt yet another residue of annihilation from your war.
    AVON:  Impossible.  No warfare pathogens or ionic reefs could have
           drifted this far, not so quickly.
    CA-1:  Well, they evidently have.  And our population is, is
           decimated.
   CALLY:  At lease Dayna has taken your traffic controller up to our
           ship.
    CA-1:  One man.
   CALLY:  Well, we have to start somewhere.  He'll be scanned for both
           diagnosis and treatment.
    CA-1:  And then what?  How many can you possibly save?  Everyone's
           infected.
    AVON:  Including us, by now.
    CA-2:  What about the genetic tissue?  There are five thousand on
           standby for immediate dispatch.
 TARRANT:  Five thousand?  All uninfected?
    CA-1:  Yes, of course.
    AVON:  How can you be sure?
    CA-2:  It's in storage at our bio replication plant.
   CALLY:  Is Zelda there?
    CA-2:  Yes.  With Clinician Franton.

[At bio replication plant]
   ZELDA:  There's someone in decontamination.
 FRANTON:  Carry on, Zelda. [speaks thru door] Strictly no entry.
SERVALAN:  [through door] Let us in, please.
 FRANTON:  The infection risk.
SERVALAN:  You obviously have cleansing procedures.  Besides, we are
           not diseased in any way.
 FRANTON:  What do you want?
SERVALAN:  A small matter of payment, in return for our medical
           services.  I wish to use one of your gestation units.
 FRANTON:  Replication?
SERVALAN:  That, I believe, is their function.  Is it so much to ask?
 FRANTON:  We're preparing for evacuation.
SERVALAN:  No longer necessary.  Thanks to us.  And the Liberator.
 FRANTON:  But the disease pathogens will still be infecting the
           planet.
SERVALAN:  No problem.  After the gestation process is complete, our
           medical unit can simply induct specific resistance into
           the...babies.  The quicker you oblige, the quicker I can
           return to my ship and allow the treatment to continue.
 FRANTON:  The price of mercy.
SERVALAN:  Elementary commerce.  [Zelda decontaminates them]

    AVON:  How do you feel?
 TARRANT:  I just hope Orac can fix it.
    AVON:  [Into bracelet] Liberator.  [Beat] Idiot, where are you?
 TARRANT:  Vila!
    AVON:  [vo] This is not untypical.  [Vila mouths answer in helmet]
           Vila, come in.
    VILA:  [Vila removes helmet] Yes.
    AVON:  [vo] Where were you?
    VILA:  Precautions.
    AVON:  Against what?
    VILA:  [vo] Plague.
 TARRANT:  Has Orac got any results yet?
    VILA:  [vo] No.
    CA-2:  The first batch are just coming back from treatment.
    CA-1:  Good.  Get the next six ready.
    AVON:  Treatment?
   CALLY:  Where?
    CA-1:  From the other ship.
   CALLY:  What other ship?
    CA-1:  The one that answered our distress call shortly before you
           arrived.

[Ginka suddenly enters with Federation troopers]
   GINKA:  Absolutely still, Tarrant! Bracelets off -- and guns.
           Quickly!
    CA-1:  Who the hell are you? I give the orders here.
   GINKA:  Not anymore.  I'm in charge.  On the floor, double quick!
   CALLY:  ['path voice] Zelda.  Zelda, listen.  We're trapped in the
           Control Centre. We're trapped in the Control Centre.

 FRANTON:  Zelda!  Prepare a placenta, please.
           [uses needle to extract Servalan's blood]
   DERAL:  Is that all it takes, then?  A sample of blood?
 FRANTON:  It's the genetic print we need.  All body cells with a
           nucleus carry that.  The white cells are here.  As long as
           they're capable of differentiation, they're capable of
           growth, into another you.
SERVALAN:  Excellent.  My blood line, Deral.
 FRANTON:  Or gene stock.
SERVALAN:  Yes.  [Franton drops blood on solution in tray]
           Where can I speak to your control centre?
 FRANTON:  Over there.
   DERAL:  Do you need me, mum?
SERVALAN:  No, Deral, you can wait for me here. [leaves]
   ZELDA:  Cally's trapped in the C--[Franton stops her as Deral
           approaches, then he picks up the tray]

   DAYNA:  Relax, Vila.  Orac's found the cure.
    VILA:  Quite sure?
   PATAR:  It's even better than the other ship.
   DAYNA:  What?
    VILA:  What other ship?
   PATAR:  The ex-Federation that answered our distress call.
    VILA:  Now he tells us! [Into comm] Cally, Avon, Tarrant.  Tarrant.
           Answer, Tarrant.
   DAYNA:  I'll go down.
    VILA:  And land us into whatever mess they're in down there?  You
           stay here until we know the score.  [Into comm] Tarrant.
           Answer, Tarrant.
   PATAR:  What's going on?
SERVALAN:  [over comm] Hello, Vila.  [Vila mouths, "Servalan."]
           [Servalan's flight deck] Time to surrender.  We have your
           compatriots, Vila.  Surrender the Liberator and they live.
           Resist, and they die.
           [vo] However, having some degree of personal regard for you,
           Vila, I am prepared to make you an offer.
    VILA:  I'm listening.
SERVALAN:  A position of senior rank.
    VILA:  Such as?
SERVALAN:  Say, a governorship?  A planet of your choosing.  Earth, if
           you wish it.

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