s.
I want a quick rйsumй of what you've been doing,
and how soon can that animal outside be cloned
and in operation?
- You'll get nothing until Dayna is normal again.
- Normal?
- I mean it. Nothing.
- I suppose I could convince you.
You might damage my memory doing it.
Yes, I might.
All right, Dayna, sit in that chair.
No!
- No!
- We won't hurt you this time. Quite the opposite.
- No, please.
- Captain.
Dayna, can you hear me?
- SERVALAN: You love him, Dayna.
- Dayna.
- You love him.
- This is Avon. Where are you?
- You love him, Dayna.
- Dayna, respond.
You love him. You love him, Dayna. You love him.
Avon, southwest of bunker, half a mile.
Federation ship. Prisoner.
Be careful.
So that's who she fell out with.
Let's go.
Justin! What happened?
- Nothing, nothing.
- That's enough.
All right, Justin. Tell me everything you know.
Get that animal onto the ship.
- Captain, prepare for immediate lift off.
- Go, Dayna, go!
Get rid of that.
Justin!
Justin!
Justin!
Justin.
No. Oh, no.
Oh, no.
Vila, standby to bring us up.SLAVE: Destination co-ordinates, sir.
VILA: What?
I deeply regret disturbing you, sir.
Why do it, then?
Is that a question, sir?
Course co-ordinates?
850 by 281, sir.
Just our luck to get this mission.
It was our turn.
If Avon rates this Muller as such a genius
why didn't he come for the man himself?
He probably just wanted to get you
away from the base
to avoid more bother over Muller's lady.
I was a perfect gentleman towards her.
That's what bothered us.
Muller never talked about his work?
I'm not a cyberneticist, Avon.
- He's always been dedicated to the perfection of...
- A machine.
- An ideal.
- Of which he never speaks.
Our relationship is more...
- Recreational.
- I try to help him relax, yes.
Forget work for a few hours.
He drives himself to the limit all the time.
Recently he's been almost frenzied.
Who sets this frenzied pace?
Muller or the robot-development cartel?
ORAC: Muller's childhood sets the pace, naturally.
You think it was Ensor's training?
He was a tyrant for self-discipline.
- Ensor?
- The man who designed Orac.
He was Muller's first teacher.
One of the great geniuses
in the field of cybernetics.
Greater than Muller?
Well, now, that remains to be seen.
And it's a straightforward pickup.
I'll believe that when we're back at base.
RADIO: Scorpio. Scorpio. This is Muller.
Muller calling Scorpio. Respond, please.
Muller, this is Scorpio.
We're proceeding to rendezvous.
What's the problem?
Abort that rendezvous. Change plan.
- Why?
- What's wrong?
They are on to me.
Can you teleport direct to me here?
- Into your laboratory?
- Affirmative.
- Is it shielded?
- Negative.
- Not shielded.
- Hold on, Muller, we'll check.
- Avon?
- Yes, Vila, I got all that.
Hold a moment.
Well, they're on to him.
I can't think how.
The point is, will they use force to hold him?
I don't know.
But the outfit he works for is civil, not military.
They might get a lot less civil
at the thought of losing money.
And Muller's brains
are their single most profitable asset, yes?
Without question.
- But force is hardly...
- Is their most predictable resort.
Tarrant, do as Muller asks and do it quickly.
Teleport in on orbit approach.
Lift Muller and his stuff out as fast as you can.
Remember, they may try and use force
to stop him leaving Pharos.
I'll try and discourage them.
Try him again.
Muller, this is Scorpio. Do you copy?
Muller, respond, please.
I'll go anyway.
- It's your life.
- That's right, it is.
VILA: A straightforward pickup job, you said.
As last words go, they're not likely to be famous.
- You should worry.
- I do!
Supposing they fire off
a few interceptors in this direction?
- Duck.
- Thank you.
Ready on orbit approach.
SLAVE: Entering orbit approach, sir.
Teleport co-ordinates are in range now.
Go.
Muller?
- Muller, what happened?
- That
Leave it.
- Who's this?
- He came for