Dorian.
And in case you hadn't noticed,
I just saved your friends' lives.
You know what they say,
no good deed goes unpunished.
See, I told you I was alone.
Oh, now will you stop pointing that gun at me?
It's beginning to make my teeth itch.
What are you doing on this planet?
I could ask you the same thing.
You could, but I have the gun.
I'm a salvage man.
Who are you working for?
Oh, there's no profit in working
for anybody except yourself.
It all looks standard enough, except for that.
You tell me. I bought the ship second-hand.
That was part of the fixtures and fittings.
I've never been able to work out
what the hell it was for.
- You know what it looks like, Avon?
- Shut up, Vila.
Avon and Vila.
- You've heard of us?
- Should I have done?
Are you in the salvage game, too?
Yes, that's right.
I thought I knew
most of the independents working this sector.
Outer holds and drive section are clear.
There's no one on the ship except us.
And I've dogged the main hatches.
So if there is anyone else outside,
that's where they're going to stay.
Any reason why we shouldn't just take off?
- Well...
- Yes.
I've come a long way to go back empty.
- What did you expect to find?
- Well, same as you, friend.
And what was that?
Look, saving your necks was obviously crazy,
but I'm not basically stupid, right?
- I do know my business.
- His business is salvage, Dayna.
- Same as ours.
- And I know this is Terminal.
I know it's an artificially modified planet.
I know that underneath the surface, there's a load
of valuable gear waiting to be stripped out.
Not any more.
You mean you've got it already?
Can you fly this ship?
It's just a Wanderer class planet hopper.
Mark II by the look of it.
Obsolete, but functional.
- I want it flown, not catalogued.
- No problem.
One problem. It happens to be my ship.
No problem.
It's all right. On these old cargo ships,
only the main deck is pressurised in flight.
That'll be cosy.
Would you rather be snuggling up
to those snakes?
Can I think about it and let you know?
Anything special I should watch for?
Do you want me to help you hijack my own ship?
Listen, if I get it wrong,
you'll be as dead as the rest of us.
You're the pilot. You work it out.
(Rumbling)
- What was that?
- Tarrant?
It was outside the ship.
- Slave.
- Yes, Master.
- Analyse exterior disturbance.
- It is an earthquake, Master.
Cause?
Cause?
Further subsurface explosions
of great depth and power.
Magnitudes and positions are as follows...
Skip that. What do we expect to happen next?
My poor abilities
do not allow expectations, Master.
Readings do indicate an imminent earthquake,
followed by severe volcanic activity
in this entire region.
It'll be quicker and safer if I take her up.
- Main gyros.
- Check. Clear.
- Drives one and two.
- Check. Green.
- Orbital booster.
- Check. Primed.
Thrust computer.
Check. Running.
TARRANT: All pilot systems are green.
Count is two minutes and running.
Better strap down tight.
I haven't lifted these into orbit too often.
- How often?
- Once.
- When was that?
- In about one minute and 45 seconds.
If we last that long.
VILA: Get this thing off the ground, Tarrant.
- Ten seconds.
- Main drives running true.
All drives on. Lift, you scruffy bag of bolts. Lift.
Orbital booster fired!
Primary orbit achieved.
As I said, no problem.
As he said, one problem.
- What's going on?
- We are.
What have you done, Tarrant?
I didn't save your life
so you could keep risking mine.
- Dorian has pre-programmed the flight computer.
- To do what?
- Take him home, presumably.
- To where his friends will be waiting, presumably.
And any friend of Dorian's
is unlikely to be a friend of ours.
Given the way you pushed him around.
Can you override the programme?
You heard how Slave reacted.
It's obviously keyed to Dorian's voice pattern.
- Well, there must be a way round that.
- There is.
If you want to disrupt