ve got a good brain, Avon... so use it.
Open the door.
- What are you doing, Pella?
- Keep out of this, Kate.
- That ship is mine.
- Kill me and you'll never get to it.
Open the door, Avon.
That's an interesting choice of hostage.
The door!
Stop it, Pella!
(Kate screaming)
All right, Orac, where does the crystal go?
There is a cavity immediately behind
the forward lens mechanism.
- Will it work?
- There is a high probability.
- But you're not prepared to put a figure on it?
- No.
- The launch doors are open.
- Dayna, surveillance.
Orac, the coordinates might change suddenly.
- It is logical to assume so.
- Launch thrusters are running.
Tracking on.
I've got the countdown.
12.
11.
10.
- That's Slave.
- Nine.
Orac made contact and
has overridden the security program.
Slave responds to anyone on the flight deck now.
Four. Three.
Two.
One.
DAYNA: Launched.
- Still tracking, Orac?
- Of course.
All right, Orac.
Go.
That always was the easy answer for the man.
The Hommik!
If you didn't want the answer,
you shouldn't have asked the question.
- AVON: Xenon base, this is Scorpio.
- We hear you, Avon.
Everything's under control. Why don't you join me?
How?
- Just tell Orac what you want.
- That hasn't done us much good so far.
It's a problem, isn't it?
You can have war between races,
war between cultures, war between planets.
But once you have war between the sexes,
you eventually run out of people.
SLAVE: It is beyond my humble capacity
to offer an opinion, Master.
Oh, that's very good. You may turn out
to be my kind of computer after all.
I did not guarantee 100% success.
- Why is it always me?
- Seems fairly obvious from where I'm standing.
Vila, are you all right?
VILA: Yes, listen, what do you think
about having an extra person around for a while,
to sort of help out and so on?
- What do you think?
- I think Soolin just came out of hiding.
Who are you talking about, Vila?
- He's talking about me.
- You want to join us, is that it?
Why?
- Why not? Dorian's dead.
- You give your allegiance easily.
I don't give my allegiance at all. I sell my skill.- Igin, is that right?
- Yes, sir.
And you're attached to the Fourth Column
of freedom fighters,
- commanded by Star Major Hunda?
- Yes, sir.
Strange how you civilians give yourselves
these impressive military ranks.
What was Star Major Hunda
before the occupation?
- A hairdresser?
- No, sir.
- He was my first assistant at Liedenbrank.
- Ah, a teacher.
You know that Liedenbrank no longer exists.
IGIN: Yes, we'd heard that most of it
had been destroyed.
Together with 18,000 defenders,
though they were given the chance to surrender.
- What was your position at Liedenbrank?
- I was the Director of Geological Studies.
Indeed.
All right, Igin,
I'm going to let you rejoin your friends.
- You're releasing me?
- Of course, why not?
And you might tell Hunda
that resistance is quite pointless.
By the way, what was your mission?
We wanted to find out how far
the flood level below the city had receded.
Why?
Hunda thought it might be possible
to tunnel under the Magnetrix terminal
and lay explosive charges.
Clever. Yes, that would have made
a mess of things.
- Is the scheme feasible?
- No, not at the moment.
The water's still too high.
We should have to tunnel over 300 metres.
Well, that's something for you to report, isn't it?
All right, Igin, off you go.
Thank you, sir.
Too easy, isn't it?
Just like children, once they've been adapted.
I don't know what the pacification police use,
but I wish I could get hold of a shot of it.
Why, sir?
Next time I go on leave.
I could use it to get my entertainment for nothing.
Check that he's registering.
Yes, we've a clear signal.
He's heading out towards the refineries.
Good. Call me when you think he's made contact.
Command Central. Avandir speaking. Post 3.
Tell Hunda that Igin is coming back.
Hello, Post 3, this is Hunda.
Is Igin