now ready for teleport.
- Teleport is out of commission.
- What?
- What do you mean "out of commission"?
Not working, Vila. Keep your heads down.
We'll be in touch. Out.
There's another one.
Well, that's useful.
Save us having to find a marker for the grenade.
TARRANT: Right. It's primed.
(Electronic beeping)
Come on!
You've got to find somewhere safe to wait.
Well, perhaps we could hide under here.
Wonder what this thing does?
Tell you what this does, gook.
It goes bang. And you go splat.
We'll be attacking by the time
Vila tells them we're still on the ship.
More.
More!
Come on, more!
There's no point in overloading
the Mark Two prototype.
Dr Plaxton.
Out of my way, idiot!
Without my Space Rats scouring a dozen worlds
for your raw materials
there would be no Mark One or Mark Two.
And without my brains you would have no...
Which I might decide I can now do without.
So, let's see what it can do, huh?
Now, more.
(Vila groans)
What's the noise?
Nothing to the noise you gooks
will soon be making.
What is it now?
Seventy-five percent.
We must close down now.
Atlan, the shield's melting.
What was the simulated speed?
- Fifteen.
- Fifteen?
Fifteen!
TD 15 in real time!
My Space Rats will be
knocking out Federation heavy cruisers next.
- If they've any left.
- Oh, yes, they have.
But not for long.
How soon can this be fitted
to our space choppers?
DR PLAXTON: Napier.
Well?
What's wrong with the Mark One?
It gives your space choppers TD 12.
Not as good as 15.
No Space Rat likes to put up with second best.
Speed and violence.
That's all you Space Rats think about.
As you well know,
I am not a Space Rat.
But so long as I give them what they want,
they accept me as their leader.
Mindless destruction of Federation ships.
It's mindless. You don't have a plan.
Maybe the Space Rats haven't got a plan,
Dr Plaxton.
But we could have.
Total control over all the space trade routes.
I want no part of that.
- All I want to do is to develop my space drive.
- Fine!
So how soon can this be fitted
to our space choppers?
- It can't.
- Why not?
Because this is the only one.
So build more.
We've provided you with enough raw material
to build 500.
I am a scientist, not a production engineer.
And the other reason why this can't be
fitted to your space choppers is quite simply,
- it won't fit.
- Why not?
Because the only way to increase the power
was to increase the size
of the photon generator chambers.
This drive was intended to be installed
in a real spacecraft,
not in toys
driven by a bunch of murderous psychopaths.
- Our agreement...
- Our agreement
was that you provide me
with the resources to continue with my work.
Well, that's exactly what I've done.
You will start modification work
on the space drive now, Dr Plaxton.
If you refuse, I will tell the Space Rats
that you are depriving them of speed,
and I will let them deal with you...
in their own fashion.
If the readings are anything like accurate,
this should be...
the connecting wall.
You'd better get on with it.
(Pulsing electronic hum)
Brigg, Bomber, Johns!
We're going to the hills for some hunting.
- What's this?
- The gooks.
- Gooks?
- Yeah.
Don't look like Federation to me.
We're not.
Okay, bend them.
- What does that mean?
- You'll find out.
(Pulsing electronic hum)
Talk amongst yourselves.
This could take some time.
Wait! Wait! Before you kill us,
you might let us see Dr Plaxton.
Stop!
You know Dr Plaxton?
- Of course we do.
- Old friend.
- From where, gook?
- Oh, way back.
- We were students of the Doctor's, once.
- Studying what?
Space drives, the photonic drive in particular.
You too, gook?
Clever student?
In that case,
we had better take you both to see the Doctor.
Thank you.
(Pulsing electronic hum)
Bomber!
Dr Plaxton, how marvellous to see you again.
Do you remember us, Dayna and Vila,
your best students?
We thought we'd never see you again