DAYNA: Stand by.
Gambit. Can you hear me, Gambit?
Yes, Belkov.
- Position, please.
- Your orbit is stable.
You're approaching
optimum departure co-ordinates.
Fine. Sever guidance links,
give me automatic control.
- Beginning self-destruct sequence.
- I need automatic control first.
- Gambit.
- I am not able to give it to you.
- I'll be killed if you don't.
- Not willing to give it to you.
- Gambit!
- Self-destruct sequence in progress.
- I'm sorry.
- Goodbye, Belkov.
Gambit, this is no way to end our game.
Lock my controls into Cygnus XL and Orbiter's.
- Please!
- Panels locked in.
- GAMBIT: Belkov has opened the door.
- Into the black hole.
That is an infinite power source
for the Feldon to draw upon.
There is nothing that won't be dragged in.
Orac, if we pushed everything to the limit,
could we raise enough power to pull away from it?
- Negative.
- But a huge negative force a long way off
could be balanced by a positive force
close to the crystals.
- A somewhat simplistic theory.
- Slave, I need all the power we can muster.
Sacrifice everything except life support.
Blast those Feldon panels
with everything we've got.
From this distance? You'll blow us up, too!
You've done it.
- Yes, but what have you done?
- Proved my somewhat simplistic theory, Orac.
Apparently so.
It would appear that positive and negative inputs
were balanced by the Feldon crystals.
Indeed, the balance was so perfect,
that they simply ceased to exist
along with everything in their immediate vicinity.
I'm glad we didn't get too close.
But, after all that, we go home empty-handed.
Not entirely empty-handed.
Well, I saw it lying about.
Seemed a pity not to take it.
After all, Belkov won't be needing it
where he's gone.
Let me see that.
I'd say the last game was mine, wouldn't you?
I have bad news for you, Vila.
It's a fake.
End game to Belkov.I know a land beyond the heart of time.
The sun never comes there. No moon ever shines.
And man, a grain of sand, nameless and lost,
blows with the dust.
I apologise, HQ,
but that's what this place makes me think of.
The sun never comes here.
Just sand and mist.
Virn, the green planet.
Never rains here, either.
There's something strange.
Not just the way the ship was affected
when we came down,
not just the way all the machinery plays up,
not just the way we're dying.
You still listening, HQ?
This is Don Keller. Remember me?
On Virn, where we have a plague on our hands.
On my hands.
So when do I get something from you?
Running the tapes again?
Afraid you missed something?
Perhaps I like watching old films.
Five years old and mostly static and interference.
...virus which has killed
almost all of my team here at the base.
No fever. No real symptoms. People just die.
Some slowly, some so fast you wouldn't believe.
Twenty dead and another three sick.
They're not gonna pull through.
We don't know what it is, just that it kills.
Only Gina hasn't been affected yet,
Gina and myself.
We don't know either
why the two of us appear to be immune,
or if we are.
We can't really run tests, can we,
with the computers acting up
the way they have been ever since we got here?
The electromagnetic disturbance
or maybe there's just sand in the panels.
Sand gets into everything.
...fact. This planet has something unique.
At least that's what the machines said
when they were still working.
It's a trace element.
I don't know what it is or what it does,
but the reading showed it was something special.
And it's here.
Maybe it's connected
to that first trace we picked up.
The one that indicated there was life here.
But we never ran it down.
The Federation can use something unique,
can't it?
So, please, come and get us out of this place.
Touching.
It's interesting.
I don't think those tapes ever reached
the highest authority at the time they were sent.
Or the Federation didn't want to
risk chasing into an unidentified viral