same message
over and over again.
Well, it doesn't mean anything.
Utiliser, Cancer, five subjects. It's gibberish.
- Domo the ninth?
- Son of Domo the eighth, presumably.
The ninth must be a date.
- Domo is a planet.
- I can't say I've ever heard of it.
It's a hostile planet
near the edge of the sixth quadrant.
About ten years ago
it was colonised by a group of space pirates.
They use it as a base
to attack any undefended ships,
loot them,
and auction the passengers off as slaves.
- Auction! You're joking.
- All right, so Domo is a planet,
- the ninth is a date, but who or what is Cancer?
- I don't know.
He knows, though, don't you?
You know about Cancer.
- Yes, I know about him.
- So who is he?
I've no idea. No, I mean it.
I don't know who he is, how old he is,
what he looks like, or where he comes from.
But I do know what he does.
- And what's that?
- He kills people for a great deal of money.
The communications net is functioning perfectly.
- All right, Captain. We can get under way now.
- Back to headquarters, Commissioner?
No. I want you to lay in a course
for the planet Domo.
That's not a very healthy place to visit, ma'am.
I have a robust constitution, Captain.
A hired assassin with Servalan as his utiliser?
- Why?
- I don't want to seem paranoid,
but the tape said five subjects.
You may use your fingers, if you like, Vila.
Well, I suppose it makes sense.
Why break her neck chasing us around the galaxy
when she can pay a professional to do it for her?
Yeah, but so what?
Why should he find us any easier than she can?
He's good, is he, this Cancer?
You can imagine how much it hurts me
to use the word infallible.
Oh, come on. Nobody's infallible.
All right, then he's not infallible.
It's just that up to now he has never failed.
Do you know, I really think you're frightened.
- Orac, have you been listening to all this?
- With interest.
- What do you think?
- I think you're quite right.
A degree of apprehension is not inappropriate.
He means what do you think we should do?
I would have thought that was self-evident.
You must find this Cancer before he finds you.
That's a splendid theory.
Have you any idea how we should set about
putting it into practice?
- You have a time and a place?
- Domo, the ninth.
Avon, if no one has ever seen this man's face
how will we know him?
Perhaps we won't have to. If we're right,
and Servalan is going to be on Domo,
to give him our names
and some form of down payment,
perhaps we can handle this some other way.
- What other way?
- Servalan has lived altogether too long.
Cancer is a professional.
With his paymistress dead
he will pack up his toys and go home.
(Whispering) Come on!
(Distant shouting)
Look, when I say I win, I win. Right?
(All laughing)
Friendly looking lot, aren't they?
Sure you can manage them all on your own?
- Perhaps you'd better come with me.
- Well, if you like.
But it's bad luck to change your plans, you know.
I mean, once you've started.
My hero. Just keep your head down
and try not to panic. All right?
Good luck!
- Well, well, well. What's this, a mirage?
- Thank goodness! I'm so glad to see you.
My space shuttle crash-landed back there.
All my friends were killed.
I've been walking all day.
I wonder, can you please help me?
- Well, what sort of help were you thinking of?
- Well, you know, food, water.
Well, I think we can manage that, don't you, lads?
Food, water. Nice, dry sleeping quarters.
Thank you. It'll just be for tonight.
BENOS: No, this'll be
board and lodging for a lifetime.
(Men laughing)
I'm sorry, I don't understand.
He talks very pretty, doesn't he, lads?
That should be worth another thirty vems.
Mind you, you're a bit skinny, though, aren't you?
I said you're a bit on the skinny side, aren't you?
Avon, don't make too good a job of it
or we'll never get anywhere.
So, you're a fighter as well as a talker, are you?
You'll probably fetch the best