Where do we start?
- You start in the cargo hold, I'll start up here.
We have to jettison every last nut and bolt.
Now, Vila!
Where are you going, Pinder?
To check with the main computer, Egrorian.
Well? What do you say?
Please, may I be excused?
Very well, run along.
Pinder worries too much.
He's always checking and re-checking the figures.
They're now 64 miles high
and eight minutes flight left.
Exactly as calculated.
Egrorian, I've been doing
some calculations of my own.
Now...
I came in a small L-type cruiser,
which has a low fuel margin
and is designed only for a crew of two.
Two.
I know the specification.
There will be no room for Pinder.
- You mean Pinder must be abandoned.
- Exactly.
So be it.
After ten years, quel dommage.
Egrorian.
The shuttle has deviated
from your predicted course by five degrees.
What? That's impossible!
The main computer confirms the figures.
- Do you have to get rid of that?
- What use is it to us now?
Stand back!
Now what? There's nothing left to throw out.
Let's check with Orac. Come on!
What's the position now, Orac?
Remaining flight time;
five minutes and 40 seconds.
How much more weight must we lose
before we can achieve escape velocity?
- 70 kilos, Avon.
- Only 70 kilos.
Vila, strip off the insulation material
in the cargo hold.
Vila!
- But that's plastic. It weighs nothing.
- Get rid of it anyway.
- A kilo and a half if we're lucky.
- Do it! We've got five minutes.
Not enough. Not nearly enough.
Damn it, what weighs seventy kilos?
Vila weighs 73 kilos, Avon.
Vila.
Vila?
Vila?
Vila?
Vila.
Vila, are you here?
I need your help.
Vila, I know you're here. Come out.
Vila, I know how they did it, but I need your help.
Please help me.
Plastic. High tensile plastic.
Vila?
Couldn't possibly be that heavy.
Unless there's something imbedded in it,
and there isn't.
Unless it's very tiny
in which case it wouldn't have...
the weight!
Vila, I really do know how they did it!
It's a speck of neutron material,
but I need your help to shift it.
Vila, help me.
Vila, you have got to help me, come on!
Vila! Vila, where are you?
(Grunting)
Remaining flight time;
two minutes and 30 seconds.
I know. I know!
How! How! There was no way for them to escape!
But they have, Egrorian!
You and your foolproof plan!
- Highness.
- You have failed me, Egrorian.
I told you I punish failure.
Highness, no.
No.
I'll leave you to remember what might have been.
No, no, no.
Servalan, you can't leave me.
I served you well!
You can't abandon me.
You were ready to abandon me, Egrorian.
You and Servalan, planning to leave me
after 10 years, 60 of mine!
Pinder?
Red is dead, remember?
What are you doing?
I've reversed the fields!
No, don't be a fool!
Hoffal's radiation, Egrorian!
Hoffal!
A neutron star?
A microscopic fragment of one.
It's the only possible explanation.
It was unbelievably heavy.
So how could Egrorian have planted it aboard?
He must have reprogrammed
that automatic landing bay of his.
And you moved it on your own?
- I couldn't find Vila.
- I'm glad about that.
- Pity about the tachyon funnel, though.
- We had no choice.
It's a trip I won't forget, Avon.
Well, as you always say, Vila,
you know you are safe with me.Finally, Zondawl.
Latest victim of the Federation's
Pacification and Control Programme.
The drug is still Pylene-50.
The concentration has been stepped up, however.
DISEMBODIED VOICES: You are cared for.
You are loved.
You are cared for.
You are loved.
You are loved.
You are cared for.
You are loved.
You are cared for.
You are loved.
You are cared for.
You are loved.
...cared for.
...cared for.
You are loved.
You are cared for.
You are...
You...
You are cared for.
You are loved.
You are cared for.
You are loved.
You are cared for.
You are cared for.
You are...
That videocast was taken on Zondawl
six weeks ago.
What is happening there now
will soon happen on Serrus,