All language subtitles for Blake s 7 - 4x08 - Games.en

Well, that's one way of solving your energy crisis.

It's no joke, Avon.
Thousands of people were killed.

They would have died anyway.
Agravo was a worked out planet.

The Federation does not spend time
and credits for nothing.

It would have been uneconomic to transfer anyone
but key personnel.

- Do you think they planned that explosion?
- Not this time.

This was just a happy accident.

But now the Federation is aware
of the potential of Feldon power systems.

Orac.

Federation plans currently include
operations on nine planets

previously considered uninhabitable.

I've finished those drive modifications.
Do you want to take her up for a test drive?

- Later.
- Preferably much later. I could do with some rest.

We all could. Is the lecture over?

Feldon is the hardest known substance
in the universe.

And currently the most valuable.

Go on, this is getting interesting.

It's extremely rare.

Traces found in the asteroid belt
and on a few insignificant planets.

Invariably prized as a precious stone,

until its commercial and industrial uses
were discovered.

Feldon concentrates energy.

Well, so does a burning glass. So what?

That's not a bad analogy,
but given the right conditions,

Feldon is infinitely more efficient.

Infinitely more efficient?

- I use the word deliberately.
- But did you use it accurately?

The Federation is investing 200 billion credits
on the project.

For unlimited energy, I would say that
that was cheap at the price.

- So would I. Where?
- Where what?

Where do we steal the Feldon crystals from?

GAMBIT: Alarm signal from Orbiter.

Yes, I heard that. Thank you, Gambit.

You really must try and learn that
attack is the best method of defence.

You've got yourself into a hopeless tangle
here again, you know.

Unauthorised personnel have entered Orbiter.

We have visual contact.

I wish you'd concentrate on the game.

The security systems are quite capable of coping.

In fact,
Orbiter's defence is a lot better than yours.

Of course,
if this stuff does blow up planets by mistake,

we're going to need to be a bit careful.

I mean, do we really need money that badly,
I ask myself.

The crystals themselves are safe enough,
I assume.

The Federation's mistake
was to underestimate the system potential.

So much energy built up that it became unstable.

What you are now looking at is a blueprint
of what the Mark II version will look like.

It's a tiny power station.

Cheap to produce,
small enough to transport in a cargo ship,

and capable of developing enough power
to make a minus 250 degree planet workable.

What, using energy from fairly distant stars
concentrated through the crystals?

- Could you run a ship on it?
- You could run anything on it in theory.

That's why the Federation is staking so heavily.

The consignment we are after
is worth approximately 900 million.

Let's get one thing straight. We want it to use,
not to sell. We've seen what it can do.

- We can't risk it getting back to the Federation.
- Yes, agreed.

Not by me, it's not.

You steal for your reasons, I'll steal for mine.

Why not get it first and quarrel about it later?

This is not going to be easy.

For one thing, the consignment
has already been stolen from the Federation.

They are not going to be pleased about it
when they find out.

Secondly, it is protected by a security system
that is supposed to be impassable.

They're all supposed to impassable.

And thirdly...

ORAC: And thirdly,
you may already have missed your chance.

The following message has just come in
from Sector 9.

Dayna.

(Beeping)

"Federation security may reveal target.
Going in at once."

The fool!

Get the ship ready for launch.

- What happened to that rest we all needed?
- It just got too damned expensive.

Eureka!

I really will have to re-programme you again.
You don't last any time at all these days.

Are you going to resign on this last one?
Or do we have to go through the motions?

There are 380 possible endings from this position.

Defeat is by no means inevitable.

Have it your own way. We both know you've lost.

(Laughing)

COMPUTER: Next player, please.

Obviously not a natural games player.

Well, you've either got it or you haven't,
I suppose.

I suppose.

COMPUTER: Next player, please.

(Beeping)

Oh, not bad. Not bad at all.

You're beginning to get sneaky. I like that.

Do you want to resign now,
or shall we go through the motions?

So, Avon, are you going to tell us
what's going on now?

I didn't think we would have to move on this
so soon.

And that made it unnecessary to tell us?

And in the meantime,
you were doing deals with outsiders.

- There were no deals and there were no risks.
- What about the message?

The man who sent that knows where the base is,
and that's a risk.

He has no idea where the base is.

All messages were beamed via
an obsolete communications beacon in Sector 4.

So who is he, this partner we didn't know we had?

His name is Gerren. Academician Gerren.

GERREN: Seriously wounded, I need help.

I repeat, Gerren calling Scorpio.

Avon, if you're coming to the rendezvous point,
hurry!

He's been shot.

He looks bad.

So, why should this middle-aged
Federation professor want to help you, Avon?

Because apart from being a brilliant geologist
and an expert in mining techniques,

he is also greedy, avaricious, and a crook.

- Has he got any faults?
- How do you know so much about him?

I got Orac to tap the Federation data banks
for information concerning the Feldon project.

- Gerren is part of the survey team.
- It sounds respectable enough.

He was working on a deep space project,
searching out mining planets.

If you run the relevant sets of figures together,

you will see that he delayed his information

just long enough to manipulate
the commodities market.

- That's not really crooked.
- You tell that to his Federation masters.

Is that what you threatened to do?

I merely reminded him that since I got
the information from the Federation computers,

somebody else might also piece it together.

In which case,
he would find himself in a penal colony.

- So you blackmailed him.
- Naturally.

He's coming round.

Gerren, that was a damn fool thing to do.
You could have ruined everything.

Didn't have much choice.
The Federation smelt a rat.

I wanted to get the stuff out
before their team arrived.

- You should leave that sort of thing to us.
- I told you, there was no time.

Besides, from what I've heard,
she might be more than a match for you.

Well, now.

Just who are they sending?

Your move.

Oh, I must greet our opponents, Gambit.
I'm glad to see they're punctual at least.

(Beeping)

We're honoured by your visit, Commissioner Sleer.

I wouldn't call it a visit, Belkov.

That makes it sound like a holiday, which it isn't.

And I doubt whether you'll feel honoured
by the time I'm finished with you.

You've been placed under house arrest,
pending the results of my investigations.

Yes, well, Mecron II is a very strange planet.

You'll find it difficult to investigate
without my help.

I could have you executed on the spot, you know.

Yes, that is true. But that would guarantee
you didn't get the Feldon crystals,

and that wouldn't enhance your reputation
with the Federation, would it?

By the way, what am I being arrested for?

Production has been consistently below target.

Your excuses have been, to say the least, evasive.

Accidents to members of the previous survey team

for which we have yet to receive
satisfactory explanations.

What do you expect? This is a strange place.
We're working under difficulties.

This isn't a game, Belkov.

We want those crystals and we want them now.

And I'm the only one who can get them for you.

It is a game, Commissioner,
and I hold the winning hand.

No hand is a winning hand until it's played,
Belkov.

You should know that.

We've still got one advantage.

She doesn't know about the crystals
Belkov's hidden in the Orbiter. We do.

It didn't do Gerren and his friends much good,
did it?

Well, no, but Soolin's right though.

Servalan will be more worried about the mining,
the stuff they're digging up now, won't she?

Unfortunately
they're not digging up anything much.

There's virtually no Feldon left.

Belkov has milked this planet for 12 good years.

Now he knows the game's up,
he wants to use the crystals to buy his survival.

- So he'll do a deal.
- With Servalan?

- He'll certainly try.
- I wish him luck.

So do I.
Why deal when you can steal isn't just my motto.

It's not that easy.
The ship's stacked with booby traps.

We couldn't even get past the first one.

- Master.
- Yes, Slave?

There appears to be someone on Mecron II
attempting to make contact with us, Master.

But there shouldn't be anyone there
who knows we're coming.

- They seem to be getting impatient.
- Who does?

I fear I'm unable to identify them, Master.
I regret this failure most bitterly.

Orac?

The message is coming
via a Federation-class Alpha-197 computer.

It appears to have been modified
in rather extraordinary ways.

Spare us the technical details,
just give us the message.

It offers visual contact. Do we accept?

Well, since they obviously know us,
and we don't know them...

Quite. All right, Dayna.

- Good day to you.
- Belkov!

- Gerren?
- Yes.

So you survived. Oh, well done!

But no points for you, I fear.
I shall have to mark you down as "retired hurt".

- Can we get to the point?
- Yes, perhaps you're right.

It wouldn't do either of us any good
if that Federation squadron picked this up.

I have jammed them on these frequencies,
of course.

Oh, considerate.

- What exactly do you want?
- Rescue.

- From whom?
- Well, I've been placed under house arrest.

There are a number of faceless Federation guards
marching around my corridors.

I want you to get me off this planet safely
before things get worse.

What's in it for us?

Half the Feldon crystals in my ship Orbiter.

What guarantee do we have that
you'll give them to us?

Well, I imagine you'll kill me if I don't.

Well, we might kill you anyway and take them all.

Well, I'll just have to trust you, won't I?

- He doesn't usually trust anyone.
- So what makes us so appealing?

Well, I do have one or two good cards to play,
I suppose.

For instance?

You're on an approach which takes you
below the Mecron moons and Orbiter.

Yes.

As you probably know,
Orbiter is powered through Feldon crystals.

By using them and reflectors on the moon,
I could set up a series of force fields.

You'd find getting away from this planet
a lot harder than getting to it.

- Multiple traction beams.
- Exactly.

Powerful enough to stop a ship leaving orbit?
I don't believe it.

Your friend Avon does.

(Alarm beeping)

Oh, I have a visitor approaching.
Don't be too long.

Well, what do you think?

- I wouldn't trust him as far as I could throw him.
- That wouldn't be far.

- As I see it, we don't have much choice.
- Which is exactly the way he wants you to see it.

Four of my men have been murdered.

Yes, I did try to warn you,
but you didn't give me much of an opportunity.

What do you mean?

Well, the locals do have some rather nasty habits.
Ritual murder is only one of them.

You never mentioned this in your reports.
You could have had backup forces.

I didn't need backup.
I managed things for myself.

I came to an agreement with the Mecronians.

Did this agreement include the killing of my men?

- Of course not!
- Of course not.

Look, do you realise the problems I had
setting up this entire mining operation?

Theirs is a very ancient civilisation, you know.

- I didn't come here for a history lesson.
- It is relevant.

The Mecronian high priests
use these as a symbol of their power.

Now there is a legend about the Feldon necklaces.

A chief once stole one,
the gods became angry and struck him down.

Of course, the Gods' anger
was merely an electrical storm

in which a hunk of polished Feldon crystals
that size would absorb enough energy

to blow holes in any number of recalcitrant chiefs.

How fascinating.

You see, the priests have been cashing in
on this piece of luck for generations.

So I decided to join them.

I said their Gods had sent me
to collect the crystals.

Well, not unnaturally,
they weren't particularly impressed.

Well, not at first anyway.

- I can imagine.
- So I borrowed a necklace.

All it needed then was a well-placed,
remote-controlled laser rifle

to ensure that only the chosen one could wear it.

After six of them had died in the attempt,
they found my survival quite miraculous.

Your survival is becoming more miraculous
by the moment.

Just what sort of swindle are you working?

I beg your pardon.

On your own original estimates, you've delivered
half the expected yield from this mine.

Where's the rest?

Either it never existed, which is fraud,
or you've stolen it.

It's a capital offence either way.

- You'd better lead the way. Are you up to it?
- I'll be all right.

- Have you been improving the guns again?
- Funny man.

- It's a Mecronian knife.
- VILA: Not too keen on visitors then.

Good shot though.

If he hadn't already been dead,
you'd have saved our lives for certain.

- Oh, do I get the prize?
- Sorry, disqualified on a technicality.

I'd still rather not meet the owner of this,
too soon.

How long can Gerren stay on his feet?

There's no telling. Until the drug wears off.

- Get ready to leave orbit.
- Leave orbit?

I don't mind playing games, but I do object
when the opposition makes up the rules

and decides to be the referee as well.

And I think we should try
and even things up a bit.

How?

Belkov trusts no one, which is a strength,
because that means that no one can betray him.

But it is also a weakness because it means that
he is the only one who can defend what is his.

So? He makes everything self-protecting.
The booby traps, the force fields.

Exactly, everything automatic,
and therefore predictable.

And therefore vulnerable.

- Slave.
- Yes, Master?

I want you to compute a new orbit,
so that from the planet's surface,

Scorpio is constantly eclipsed by the Orbiter.

Yes, Master.

He'll be suspicious as soon as you move.

If we leave our present orbit,
as far as he is concerned,

we're pulling out, we're cutting our losses
and we're running for it.

He'll turn his attention to more important matters
and leave his automatics to track us.

Once we have that moon
between us and the scanner,

we can start back down again.

Since his automatics won't be able to track us,

they will merely inform him
of what he thinks he already knows.

We have gone.

What happens to Tarrant and the others
meantime?

Well...

During the manoeuvre,
they are entirely on their own.

But once we are in our new orbit,

the teleport system should function
quite normally.

It's a calculated risk.

But at least you and I can be certain that
we can get away when we want to.

- What's going on?
- High pressure reduction process.

Yeah, but what's going on?

That's the pressure container.

An electro-magnetic field
produces such high pressure

that everything except the Feldon crystals
is reduced to a fine dust.

Avon.

Avon.

Avon, come in.

It's no good, I still can't raise him.

Put down your weapons. Slowly.

In front of you.

- Well done, Vila.
- Sorry.

This is a restricted area.

I am Academician Gerren,
doing geological survey work

for the Planetary Resources Commission.

Papers?

That seems to be in order.

- You?
- They are part of my survey team.

I still need to see their papers.

I seem to have left mine behind.

Then I'm sure you won't object to being searched.

Search him.

Four of our men have been killed
with a knife like that.

You don't think...
I mean, I'm not the violent type, really I'm not.

- Then why do you carry that?
- I found it.

- Where?
- It was stuck in one of your men.

Vila, down!

Nasty way to go.
All that dust, very bad for the chest.

I really must object. I mean,
it's taken me years to get these things together.

I mean, there's no point in your destroying them.

We asked for your co-operation,
you wouldn't give it.

I'd hardly be stupid enough to hide a consignment
of stolen crystals in here now, would I?

No? Where would you put them then?

(Snickering)

- Try the computer.
- I wouldn't do that if I were you.

Go ahead.

(Screaming)

I did warn him.

You see, Gambit is programmed to defend itself.

I really think cooperation would be the best idea
for both of us.

That's what I've been offering you all along.

- Well, I didn't find your terms very attractive.
- What do you have in mind?

First, I think this gentleman
should stop threatening me.

Then I just want to get away from here safely

to have enough capital to continue my researches
in peace somewhere else.

You mean you expect the Federation to pay you
for something you've already stolen from them.

I think I'll just turn you over
to my interrogation team.

You'll give them what they want in the end.

I could tell you where you could get your hands
on some outlaws,

just as a sign of good faith, of course.

- I'm listening.
- Avon, Vila, Tarrant.

I understand the Federation
would like them put out of circulation.

I don't believe you could deliver.

They're already here on the planet.
You'd have them within 24 hours.

- And the crystals?
- They'd be part of the deal.

Another triumph for Commissioner Sleer.

- Perhaps, we can do business after all.
- Good, then without appearing to be greedy,

I'd like to discuss
the question of my payment first.

The Federation's been paying you for 12 years.

- I'd say you're lucky to get out with your life.
- I wouldn't.

I want Orac, my ship, and enough Feldon crystals
to negotiate my way round the galaxy.

You're getting a bargain, and you know it.

Guards!

Oh, well. I got blamed for one of their killings.

Vila!

- Come on, as fast as you can, they won't be long.
- I realise that.

- Right, I want you to get into cover and wait.
- Out here, alone?

- Belkov may double-cross us.
- I should think that's highly likely.

What do you expect me to do about it?

- Mount a one-man rescue?
- Something like that.

They're after blood. My blood.

- Tell them you've already given.
- We need backup, Vila.

I don't like it any more than you do,
but without Scorpio, you're it. Now go.

Avon. Come in, Avon.

Avon, if you're up there, please answer.
This is not fun anymore.

You have achieved the new orbit
with consummate skill, Master.

Thank you, Slave. I'm releasing manual control.

- Watch out for any deviation in the Orbiter.
- Yes, Master.

Well, that should keep Belkov guessing.

Now let's see if we can do anything
about getting those crystals.

- Orac.
- Yes, Avon?

Tell me everything you know
about Belkov's 197 computer.

You suggested I spared you the technical details.

Oh, don't sulk, Orac. I have a little more time now.

The modifications are very extensive.

It's inaccurate to call it a 197 anymore.
It's really a sort of hybrid.

For example, a whole section of its memory banks
are from a PPC class unit.

A pleasure planet computer.

That means it plays games.

The total effect is a system

which responds in what I can only describe
as an eccentric manner.

What does that mean?

A computer must, by definition, be logical.

But it can also mirror the logic of its creator.

- You mean it's an extension of his mind.
- No, that is not what I mean.

- His personality, then.
- A better definition, but still not quite accurate.

Would it know how the booby traps
on the Orbiter are programmed?

As yet, I don't have enough data
to answer that question.

If it knew,
could you extract the information from it?

Come on! That's a simple enough question.

- There might be problems.
- Why?

You have extracted information
from Federation computers before now.

This is just a hodgepodge of three or four of them.
You have already said that it is inferior to you.

The difficulty is not technical.

It's more one of attitude.

(Exclaiming)

- You mean the logic of its creator.
- Exactly.

Let me remind you of ancient Earth mythology.

The Delphic Oracle would answer questions
truthfully without giving a true answer.

So what we need is not the right answer,

but the right question.

And in circumstances where any mistake
would prove fatal.

Do come in.

Your guns are quite unnecessary,

unless you have some urgent reason
for killing me, that is.

Oh, that's always a possibility.

There are a lot of Federation troops about,
as you might have noticed,

and I did mention to Commissioner Sleer
you might be dropping in.

Well, that sounds like an urgent reason
for killing you.

Yes, but you see, if you did,
Gambit is programmed to raise the alarm.

Wouldn't help me, I know, but it would ensure
that you were captured and executed.

Look, I don't care
if she gets the crystals or you do,

I just want to get safely out of this place.

- We're not keen on staying here, either.
- Oh, really?

Can you explain why your friend, Avon,
has taken your ship out of orbit?

- That's not true.
- You couldn't raise him on the communicator.

- Avon wouldn't run out on us.
- I wish I had your faith in him.

Still, whatever the reason,
it calls for some slight change of plan.

Are you still capable of piloting
one of these Federation ships?

- It's what I was trained for.
- Good.

- Gambit.
- Yes, Belkov.

Slow down.

We'd like to know exactly what you're doing,
so there can be no misunderstandings.

I was going to instruct Gambit
to contact Commissioner Sleer,

give her your position and advise her
to take her men and arrest you.

You'll be dead before you get
the first sentence out.

That would be a pity, you see,

because the place I was going to send her
is held to be sacred by the Mecronians.

They're a primitive bunch,
but they do take their religion rather seriously.

And if she goes marching in there with her men,
she'll have a fight on her hands.

At least long enough for us
to steal one of her ships.

Avon. Avon, are you up there?
Avon, come in, please.

Avon. Go ahead, Vila.

We've been trying to contact you for an hour.

What the hell have you been doing, taking a nap?

I've been doing what we came for. How about you?

Nothing much, I've been shot at, trodden on,
nearly captured twice.

And now I think they're trying to blow me up.
A fairly average day, you know.

- What the hell's going on?
- They're not aimed at you.

I wish you'd tell them that.
Teleport me back up, will you?

Not yet, you've still got work to do.

They're hiding somewhere here.
Find out what they know.

(Singing solemnly)

- How long are we going to wait for those two?
- As long as it takes.

If Orac is going to get any information out of
that machine, this is the way he's going to do it.

- Who's winning?
- We've both made sacrifices.

- He means that Gambit is.
- A temporary advantage.

- To an inferior computer?
- Which merely disguises my long-term strategy.

Let's forget your ego for the moment.

Have you extracted any information
that can be of use to us yet?

Gambit has evolved into its present form
over a number of years.

That's true of all computers.
You adapt them, you improve them.

But these adaptations seem entirely haphazard.

Some circuits have been added
merely for amusement.

Others, the defence mechanisms for instance,
are surprisingly complex.

But they all perform the same function.

Belkov does not trust anyone except that machine.

It is his bodyguard, his companion, his playmate...

his friend, Orac.

No, that implies an emotional tie,
which is no part of a computer's function.

These adaptations, if they went in haphazardly,
could they be removed the same way?

A lot of them have been.

There are circuits in the PPC section
that serve no function at all now.

It seems that games are added at a whim,

and when the adaptor gets bored with them,
taken out again.

So every function can be isolated and removed.

Exactly.

(Exclaiming)

Come on!

(Communicator ringing)

AVON: Vila.

Look, if you don't teleport me soon,
it'll be too late.

There are Federation guards everywhere,
bombs going off...

That's just Belkov tidying things before he leaves.
I'm going to bring you up.

About time.

As soon as you've collected a circuit
from his computer.

Oh, no.

Detonation series completed.

Thank you, Gambit. It's time we left.

It is a bit longer this way,
but it's safer than going above ground.

Oh, we're right under the takeoff area. Here.

Tarrant!

Forget it, Dayna, they're blast protection doors,
both jammed from the outside.

Well, we walked into that with our eyes open.

- Avon, this is Dayna...
- That won't work either.

Even if he's there, he couldn't hear us.

We're under the launch area, remember?
That's what this emergency blast protection's for.

There's so much shielding up there, he wouldn't
hear us if he was standing directly overhead.

I don't understand.

If Belkov wanted to give us to Servalan,
why didn't he do it straight away?

I think I can answer that.

I've surveyed the whole of this planet
and there's no Feldon left.

This new mining site was just another way
of swindling credits out of the Federation.

So those bombs weren't just a diversion.

No, he's hoping to destroy the evidence.

And when the dust settles, we're here to take
the blame for sabotage as well as everything else.

(Beeping)

Gambit?

Look, let's get one thing straight from the start,

I don't mean you any harm, not personally.

I'm sure you're a miracle of engineering
and I bet you're not as bad-tempered as Orac.

I just want one of your circuits, that's all.

Now you've got plenty to spare, so there's no need
for us to get into a fight about it.

- Gambit.
- Yes, Belkov?

- Give me a security scan.
- Security scan operative.

- Mining area?
- Three.

- Main entrance?
- Eleven.

- What's Commissioner Sleer doing?
- Thirteen.

- Tarrant and the others?
- Fourteen.

- Orbiter?
- Twenty-one.

- Good, that's the lot.
- Security scan completed.

- Gambit.
- Yes, Belkov?

I'm leaving this planet. I have to.

There's nothing for me here now.

Prepare Alpha Three for takeoff.
Start countdown as soon as possible.

Launching preparations underway.

I can't take you with me.
I need you to finish off things here.

When I'm clear of Mecron atmosphere,
go to Condition Red.

When all other tasks have been performed...

(Anxiously) Yes?

Look, I can't take you with me.
You can see that, can't you?

You're needed here,

but you can't be left intact either.

After all the trouble I've been
to destroy the evidence,

I can hardly leave you
with memory banks full of it, can I?

Is there some other function
you wish me to carry out?

When all other tasks have been performed
go to self-destruct sequence as programmed.

- Gambit.
- Yes, Belkov?

I shall miss you.

I don't suppose that concept
could possibly mean anything to you.

I just thought I'd mention it.

Look, you'll probably say it's none of my business,

but if somebody told me to kill myself for them,
they'd get a short answer.

Are you just programmed to respond to Belkov?

Can you hear me?

Can you talk to me?

Would you like to play something?
I'm programmed for all games.

That's very kind of you, madam,
but not at the moment, thanks.

Look, if you're programmed to defend yourself,
surely you shouldn't self-destruct.

The self-destruct sequence overrides all others.

That seems a bit of a waste.

If you could let me have that circuit I mentioned,
it'd be a sort of way for you to live on, wouldn't it?

That'd be much better than
being blanked out forever.

I must complete all tasks set.

Yes, of course,
but if you could let me have that circuit

and any chance of security scan fourteen again?

Security scan fourteen.
Do you require voice contact?

That wouldn't be a bad idea,

and if you could open the door,
that would be even better.

VILA: Tarrant, this is your one-man backup team.
I think it's time we got out of here.

- Where are you, Vila?
- Belkov's living quarters.

We'll be right there.

(Vila whistling)

(Alarm ringing)

Avon, can you hear me?

Avon? I don't believe this.

- Gambit!
- Yes, Vila?

- Is there another way out of here?
- Scan seventeen.

This leads to the mining area.

There is some damage.
It is extensive, but not impassable.

We'll risk it.

Come on!

Avon, bring us up quick.

Are you ready to explain why you
betrayed your position of trust, Gerren?

It... It was Belkov.
He was the one that betrayed the Federation.

I see.

And you've been associating with rebels
in order to expose him, is that it?

He didn't send back
more than half of the Feldon that was mined.

He kept it for himself.
He's been doing it for years.

Odd how you never mentioned that before.

All right, I admit I wanted to get in on it myself
at first, but now...

Now you're frightened and you need medical help.

And you think information might save you.

The crystals are in the Orbiter.

But Belkov's booby-trapped it,
so he thinks they're safe.

There must be a billion in crystals up there.

Maybe more.

Anything else?

AVON: Dayna,
we're down safe in Orbiter and proceeding.

GAMBIT: Countdown,
12 minutes, 20 seconds and running.

What does that mean?

I imagine it means that if we're not out of here
by the time it hits zero, we might regret it.

GAMBIT: Control system feedback
is through the weapon.

The game adjusts to meet, and on the last shot

exceed the proficiency of the players.

You have to outshoot yourself.

- Stupid game.
- Not really.

Finally a game worth playing. Stand back.

Yes, Slave?

Scan reveals several launchings
from the planet's surface.

Initial launch, small cargo vessel, Alpha 3.

Subsequent launchings confirmed
as Federation pursuit ships.

Bearings indicate all ships
heading in this direction.

Thank you, Slave. Avon!

- Yes, Dayna?
- Keep it moving, company on its way.

We're doing our best.

GAMBIT: Final shot. The machine will outdraw you.

- No prize?
- The prize is survival.

Orac, can you find out where we go from here?

Sensors indicate that all the other games
are laid against the outside hull of the ship.

Therefore, logic suggests that only Machine IV
could give access to any inner chamber.

- This is based on an old LFS.
- LFS?

Yeah, Launch and Flight Simulator.
I trained on one.

You've had some practice then.
That's a bit of luck.

Well, not exactly.
These things chuck the lot at you.

Flying the real thing's nothing after one of these.

GAMBIT: Countdown, 8 minutes, still running.

- Get on with it, Tarrant.
- All right, all right, taking her up.

Slave, what's the position
of those Federation ships now?

The leading ship will be within firing range
in one minute, madam.

Thank you.

Do you wish me to begin evasive
or defensive action?

- No, not yet. Avon!
- Yes, Dayna?

I know you've got problems of your own,

but those Federation ships
could be firing on us in seconds.

- Any suggestions?
- Just sit tight, Dayna.

The Orbiter is between you and them.

My guess is that they're too interested
in what's inside to risk hitting it.

Damage report.

COMPUTER: Retro-stabilizers out of action,
slight fracture to radiation skin,

reduction in pressure.

Damage to energy banks
makes landing decision imperative.

Successful landing will score 30% more
than stable orbit.

Failure to achieve either, forfeits all scores.

Decide.

Orbit.

Orbit achieved.

Points score... acceptable.

GAMBIT: Countdown,
5 minutes, 10 seconds and running.

- Vila, what do you make of this?
- It's a fingerprint lock.

When it recognises the print, it opens the door.

Looks standard enough.

- How long?
- Half an hour or so, and I could bypass it.

We don't have half an hour!

I know that, but unless you can cut off
one of Belkov's fingers for me...

Just a minute.

- Vila, what are you doing?
- Dust. I need very fine dust.

That's probably half the guard
you threw in that machine, Tarrant.

In the old days,
one of the ways of shifting suspicion,

was by lifting fingerprints.

There.

Let's hope one of these is Belkov's.

It worked!

How many more of these
have we got to go through?

ORAC: Gambit's circuits indicate that
this is the final game.

This is the Orbiter's central guidance system.

DAYNA: Avon,
if I'm supposed to be using you as a shield,

I hope you realise you're moving out of orbit.

What?

Orac, what the hell is going on?
Guidance system control is not functioning.

The Orbiter is pre-programmed.

Flight power depends
on the distance and intensity

of each star the Feldon panels are locked into.

The successful completion of a game
continues the sequence.

To regain control, you must complete
the coded sequence of star sources.

- What about the Feldon crystals?
- Gambit?

GAMBIT: This game will reveal the entrance.

All we have to do is lock onto the right star.

It is possible that we've just received
the right answer to the wrong question.

I calculate that the next star in the sequence
is Cygnus XL.

- That's a black hole.
- GAMBIT: That is correct.

Not exactly the entrance we were looking for.

Dayna, we're ready for teleport.

- What about the crystals?
- There aren't any damn crystals.

There never were any damn crystals.
They're like everything else on this ship.

A game.
That's why the last one has to be impassable.

- We have got to get out of here!
- 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.