true.
Just tell us what you're offering, Orac.
When we reach the appropriate coordinates,
I can simulate the necessary signals
to open the silo and allow this flyer to enter.
- Sounds good.
- No, it isn't. Sooner or later
we're going to drop into one of these holes
in the ground and never come out.
Sooner or later everyone does that, Vila.
- You still on watch?
- I decided to stay on.
There's too much activity up there somehow.
- Like what?
- I don't know.
It's not something I can pin down precisely.
One or two transports
have crossed without clearance,
some flyers that weren't planned for the area,
that sort of thing.
Could be the Federation's observers
finally arrived, of course.
Yes, that's probably it.
Gauda Prime seems to give law and order
a certain priority.
You could say that.
Is that the main control centre?
Deva can tell you more about that than I can.
Well, now, bounty hunter,
that was a short trip, even by your standards.
Short, but profitable.
Even by my standards.
Was it something I said?
- Who is he?
- His name is Tarrant.
Your flight computer mentioned it
whilst you were unconscious.
Tarrant.
I wouldn't run it
through the computer just yet, Deva.
You see, this one has a very high
Federation price on his head.
Are you sure?
Give the man credit for knowing his trade,
dirty though it is.
He also has several associates
with Federation prices,
and one of them is particularly valuable.
And all of them are particularly dead.
In which case,
that other flyer was merely a coincidence.
A coincidence, however, that might just
have analysed a random flight programme.
And the significance of that is?
A very useful device called Orac.
Why don't you sit down, Tarrant?
BLAKE: If it is Avon
we shouldn't have much longer to wait.
Doesn't it occur to you to wonder
where he's got all this information from?
- Give the man credit for knowing his trade.
- Oh, surely you're not that naive.
You're wasting your breath, Tarrant.
(Electronic beeping)
- Yes?
- KLYN: There's a flyer just put down in the silo.
It had all the right signals, but it isn't one of ours.
Let them through.
Let them through. Is that wise?
We don't want them damaged, do we?
Get me one security guard. I'll deal with it.
Send a security guard to my office, will you?
What on earth happened to you?
Oh, most of it wasn't on Earth, Tarrant.
Not what happened to me.
- Do you want him killed?
- No, of course not.
When he knows as much about this as you do now,
he'll join us, like you did.
- He passed the test, then.
- I'm satisfied.
These stupid games you insist on playing, Blake,
will get someone killed eventually.
- I have to test each one myself.
- No, you don't have to!
I set up systems for that.
I broke the security codes
on their central computer.
I got us access to official channels, information,
everything we could possibly need!
You don't need to be involved at all.
All right, I find it difficult to trust.
It's a failing, I admit!
And any one of our people
could select the people you've collected.
You don't need to do
the bounty hunter routine either.
Indulge me.
Do I have a choice?
Oh, there's always a choice, Deva.
Not for me, there isn't.
I'd said I'd follow you, and I will,
until the Federation's finally destroyed.
But if you're killed, where does that leave us?
With a base, the beginnings of an army.
Yes, and all of it useless
if you're not there to lead it.
You worry too much, Deva.
Somebody has to.
It might be an idea for somebody
to start worrying about the one we just lost.
Why? He isn't armed.
I didn't notice that slowing him up.
That's true.
Relax, Deva. Nobody's indispensable.
Hey, you. Wait a minute.
(Alarm sounding)
I'm glad you made it.
So am I. Avon, I think he's here.
Security personnel to main tracking gallery.
Security personnel to main tracking...
- Is it him?
- It's him.
He's sold us, Avon.
All of us. Even you.
- Is it true?