it's much too green.
Why don't you repaint it while you're down there?
We shall all be close enough to repaint it.
We need to get as close as we can.
If Keller was right,
the planet's energies may affect the teleport.
The shorter the distance it has to operate over,
the better.
Or we could attempt a landing,
which would probably end
all of our problems, permanently.
We should be at the base by now,
according to this.
Of course we should.
Yeah, well, obviously it's not working.
It's getting dark.
We're not gonna find anything now.
We'll make camp over there.
Come on then. Let's go.
You, make a fire.
Nervous type, aren't you?
There is supposed to be some form of life here,
isn't there?
Well, if there is, it probably won't like fires.
So make one.
No moonlight. What a pity.
- I have nothing to gain by tolerating you, Reeve.
- You sure of that?
I suggest you go back to the fire.
The alternative could be frostbite.
I don't believe that. A woman like you?
There is something you should realise.
There are no women like me.
I am unique.
That makes me rather dangerous.
Good night, Investigator.
Sweet dreams.
While we're out here, I'm setting a watch.
Start watching.
That pig, Reeve. "Yes, pig." "No, pig."
I hate this planet.
(Rocks clattering)
I wish it wouldn't do that.
It could be...
You do know that this is a hell of a risk?
- It usually is anyway, isn't it?
- Dayna?
Oh, I trust you, Avon.
I must be slipping.
SLAVE: Yes, indeed, I think I must be, too, master.
- What?
- Slipping, master.
- Soolin, take over.
- Give me manual control, Slave.
With great relief, madam.
I am somewhat disoriented... Confused.
Sounds drunk to me.
Sounds useless to me, which isn't that unusual.
We can manage without Slave.
Descent to the troposphere underway.
He's quite dead.
There's no sign of an injury.
- It could be the virus.
- Or it might have been heart failure.
Unless you want to perform an autopsy
I suggest we move on.
I haven't used old-fashioned percussion bullets
in a long time.
At least we know they'll work.
- Well, as long as four of them do.
- Four of them?
That's all the Federation sent, isn't it?
Assuming they got down in one piece.
Afraid it won't work, Investigator?
Afraid it will.
You would be able to report, presumably,
an excellent reason for killing me.
One more casualty on Virn.
You did kill the other one, didn't you?
You might have had a motive.
Something he found out.
Reeve, you apparently think
this is a new, exciting experience for me.
It isn't.
- I've confronted several maniacs with guns.
- I'm sure you have.
Madam President.
I'm right, aren't I, Servalan?
We never actually met,
but I was at one of those official receptions
for good and faithful servants
that you occasionally graced with your presence.
(Rocks clattering)
There's something on that ridge!
It's a flesh wound. You were lucky.
If I'd been lucky, it wouldn't have happened.
- Avon.
- What's wrong?
Dayna's just been kissed by a bullet.
It's not serious, but messy. Take her up.
I didn't say I agreed!
Apparently, however, you did.
I never could stand the sight of blood.
The feeling is probably mutual.
Tarrant! Tarrant!
- AVON: Tarrant. Answer, will you?
- What?
Do you want a replacement for Dayna?
No. No, I can handle it.
Whatever it is.
Come on, darling, shake yourself loose.
(Gun firing)
All right, don't be scared. I'm not gonna kill you.
Let me introduce myself. Investigator Reeve.
Perhaps you've heard of me.
And you must be one of Keller's team,
so I'll just disable you to be going on with.
Just so you know we can be friends.
Better stand still, though.
I'll aim for your leg,
but I'm not the world's greatest shot,
so if you move...
(Screaming)
(Servalan snickering)
I hate to tell you this, Tarrant,
but you just killed an enemy of mine.
Everyone's entitled to one really bad mistake.
(Thunder)
(Thunder)
- Avon!
- No, Vila.
We will stay this