- Vila: Twenty-seven days.
- Avon: What?
- Vila: We've been following Servalan for twenty-seven days! Course six-four-five-three, nil curvature, standard by three never mind the occasional ion cloud or asteroid cluster, just blast a way through them! She's gone mad. Or dead. That's it, she's dead! We're following a rogue star cruiser!
- Zen: Navigation computers report high-energy interference with directional probes. Automatic control untenable.
- Del Tarrant: Battle stations!
- [the crew rush to their positions]
- Del Tarrant: Zen, this interference... is there any hostile design to it?
- Zen: There is a uniform design to it.
- Avon: Is it hostile?
- Zen: The word hostile is not objective.
- Avon: Zen, this is no time to quibble over terminology!
- Del Tarrant: [examining a map] So - this is where we're going.
- Vila: What? - Where are we going?
- Del Tarrant: To destroy a computer.
- Vila: Why?
- Del Tarrant: It knows too much about me.
- Vila: [holding a gun on Servalan] Right. Now, then.
- Servalan: No, Vila; listen. Untie me, and then we can help each other.
- Vila: I never imagined you as the sort that would grovel for her life.
- Servalan: I am not groveling, you fool. I mean it.
- Vila: You *are* groveling.
- Servalan: I am *not*! - They've got Tarrant. Now, I can show you where they're holding him. At least, I can suggest where to start looking.
- Vila: Why should you want to?
- Servalan: Because they're holding two of my pilots there as well. Now, are you going to untie me, or not?
- Vila: Last time I saw Tarrant, I was looking down the end of his gun.
- Servalan: So, why are we on opposite sides?
- Servalan: Very well, Section Leader, you've convinced me. There are ways I could put this system to profitable use.
- Section Leader Grose: A great many ways, Madam President. More ways than you've begun to realize. But that isn't why I summoned you to Sardos.
- [Grose nods at Lector and hands him a card. Lector moves to the machine, and inserts the card]
- Servalan: [levelly] Would you say that again?
- Section Leader Grose: I brought you here because you had something I hadn't. Something I needed. A pattern.
- [Grose gestures at the screen, which now shows a Federation starship]
- Servalan: A Mark Two star-... That's my ship.
- Section Leader Grose: *My* ship. The flagship of a fleet that grows with every hour.
- [Tarrant draws a gun, and levels it at Vila]
- Del Tarrant: [softly] One way or another, you're coming with me.
- Vila: If it comes down to that, Tarrant, there isn't really a lot of point, is there?
- [singing repeatedly]
- Convict, Convict, Convict: It's great to be free / It's great to be free / It's great to be free from the law.
- Convict, Convict, Convict: It's great to be free / And we all agree / We're not going back any more.
- Convict, Convict, Convict: Any more / Any more / We're not going back any more.
- Convict, Convict, Convict: It's great to be free / And we all agree / We're not going back any more!
- Zen: Information. The present course has no material end. Suggest transfer from linear progression to modular time shift.
- Del Tarrant: Suggestion rejected, Zen.
- Cally: Just a moment. How long would it take for us to get somewhere using maximum time shift?
- Zen: One hundred and fifty-nine Earth years.
- Vila: That's all I need.
- Dayna: And where will that bring us?
- Zen: Repeat: there is no material destination on present course. After one hundred and fifty-nine Earth years, time shift mechanism will cease to function.
- [last lines]
- Zen: Information. Three alien spacecraft in hostile formation bearing zero-zero-nine, two million spacials.
- Del Tarrant: Flight deck.
- [They run to take their places on the bridge]
- Del Tarrant: Zen, enemy position.
- Zen: One million spacials. We have visual contact with hostile commander.
- Del Tarrant: Put her on.
- Servalan: [on the viewscreen] Liberator, this is Servalan, President and Supreme Commander of the Terran Federation. You are outnumbered, and at a tactical disadvantage. If you surrender your ship...
- [Avon cuts off the transmission]
- Dayna: Do we fight?
- Avon: Certainly not. We run. Zen, course zero-one-one, speed, standard by six. Get us out of here.
- Avon: [his wrist being tortured] Aaah!
- Dayna: All right. Enough. We're from the Liberator.
- Section Leader Grose: [surprised] The Liberator? That's *Blake's* ship.
- Avon: He liked to think so.
- Section Leader Grose: And why did you come here?
- Avon: I wish I knew.
- Unit Commander Lector: If you think of this mouse as a space captain - it's perfectly healthy, as you can see.
- Servalan: I'll take your word for it.
- Unit Commander Lector: We make duplicates...
- [Lector copies the mouse in the input box and removes a cage containing a dead mouse from the output box. He opens the cage and holds up the dead mouse by the tail]
- Section Leader Grose: That's how they come out. Perfect copies, but not working. Colonel Astrid said they lacked a life-support system to carry them through the trauma of molecular integration. Well, I took it to mean they snuffed it before they got going properly.
- Del Tarrant: I'm going down.
- Avon: How?
- Del Tarrant: Teleport.
- Avon: It will be interesting to see what that energy field does to a teleport beam.
- Del Tarrant: All right, we'll take the Liberator through again and I'll teleport from there.
- Avon: [laughing sardonically] Why don't you land it right on top of their monitoring station just in case they haven't got the message?
- Del Tarrant: Zen, was our entry monitored from the planet's surface?
- Zen: Affirmative.
- Del Tarrant: So they know we're here.
- Avon: Correction: they know we came, and they know that we went away again. One thing's for sure: next time they'll be ready for us.