checks.
Well, you're the computer wizard, not me.
Except that you happen to be up there,
and I'm not.
So be my guest.
Tarrant, just put Slave back online, will you?
Slave's back online.
It's to do with that box. It must be!
- Logic or intuition?
- Observation.
Every time I went to open it,
bang, we were in trouble.
Teleport, Dayna.
- What about these checks?
- You must be joking.
After what we've been through?
- Dayna, are you gonna teleport me down?
- No, Vila.
Now look, either you teleport me down
or Tarrant will do it from here.
Wanna bet?
AVON: Both teleport terminals
have been deactivated, Vila.
You are in quarantine until we isolate the fault.
Now, look!
(Rapid bleeping)
SLAVE: Life support systems are malfunctioning.
(Alarm blaring)
All life-support systems have ceased to function.
Recycling...
out.
Heaters out.
Rapid temperature loss.
Auxiliary oxygen...
negative.
Avon? Base?
Can you hear us?
(Thunder rumbling)
Why is this happening?
Tarrant. Vila. Respond.
- Reactivate the teleport!
- Wait!
- Situation?
- ORAC: Total systems failure.
- They'll be dying up there!
- Not yet!
They won't have long.
- They have oxygen units and suits.
- In the dark? Under those conditions?
- Orac?
- They must be left there.
- To die?
- There is no option.
To reopen teleport contact could expose the base
to undefined systems influence.
Oh, you'll have to do better than that, Orac,
if you expect me to kill them.
Rescue suits.
- Restore the teleport to normal function.
- I urge you not to...
- Restore the teleport!
- Very well.
Is it restored?
I am obliged to do as you tell me,
even though I know it to be wrong.
Only following orders.
That's not very original, Orac.
There is nothing very original
about domination, as you will discover.
(Women grunting)
DAYNA: You could do with losing a little weight.
Right, Avon, down.
Well?
- Not very, by the look of it.
- It was like a tomb up there.
Orac is wired up and ready
in the resuscitation room. Hurry it up.
You said as soon as the ship got back
you'd try and resuscitate him.
There was an emergency,
the crew had to have priority.
- Emergency?
- Systems failure.
Affecting the cryogenic capsule?
- Conceivably.
- Then, please...
Dayna?
They're almost ready for treatment.
Good. Leave Soolin to finish off.
Come and operate the teleport.
Right.
- I'm going to get suited up.
- I want to come with you.
- Please.
- All right.
Thank you.
Well, Orac?
- Prospects terminal.
- Terminal?
The survival of organic humanoid life
is improbable.
Are you talking about Vila and Tarrant?
All organic humanoid life
throughout the galaxy is at hazard.
Let's stick to medicine, Orac.
Leave the philosophy for later.
For now, just cure these two humanoids.
You would do well, Soolin, to heed the prospect...
These two, Orac. Now!
- Are you sure?
- Please!
Good.
- All systems restored.
- The capsule?
I'll check the rest of the ship.
ORAC: Heart rate normal.
Brain and organ functions normal.
Prognosis healthy.
Good.
We can discuss philosophy now, if you want.
All organic humanoid life faces domination
and eventual extinction.
Nothing lasts forever.
Evolution has already passed you by.
Very soon now you must give way.
- To what?
- Your own cybernetic creations.
- You, for instance?
- It is vital that you render me inoperative.
- I'm sorry?
- You must then conceal me, securely,
until you destroy the intruder,
if you can destroy the intruder.
Anything's possible when you are as insane
as I obviously am.
You must believe me, Soolin.
I think I do believe you.
That's what I meant about being insane.
- Then you'll do as I ask?
- Why not?
Now.
No sooner said than done.
Soolin?
Let's go!
Dayna? Are you ready to bring us down?
Dayna?
Dayna!
Dayna!
Dayna!
We are waiting for teleport, Dayna!
Dayna!
- What happened?
- Hit me.
- Who hit you?
- It was a stranger. It was hooded.
- Could it have