Quotes
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Tarrant : You going to tell us what we've got planned, Avon?
Vila : We know what we've got planned. Running away is what we've got planned.
Dayna : A strategic withdrawal is what we've got planned.
Vila : There's a difference?
Tarrant : Oh, yes. A strategic withdrawal is running away - but with dignity.
Vila : So lay in a course and let's get the dignified hell out of here.
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[Blake enters the tracking room and comes face to face with Avon and the others]
Tarrant : Is it him?
Vila : It's him.
Tarrant : He sold us, Avon. All of us. Even you.
[Avon lowers the gun and approaches Blake]
Avon : [horrified] Is it true?
Blake : Avon, it's me, Blake.
Avon : Stand still!
[Blake stops]
Avon : Have you betrayed us? Have YOU... betrayed... ME?
Blake : Tarrant doesn't understand!
Avon : Neither do I, Blake!
Blake : I set all this up!
Avon : [stunned] Yes!
Blake : [walking towards Avon again] Avon, I was waiting for YOU!
[Avon shoots Blake, who staggers forward and grabs onto Avon's shoulders]
Blake : Oh... Avon...
[Blake collapses, dead]
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Avon : Orac, what proof do we have that Blake is on Gauda Prime?
Orac : That is where his trail ends.
Tarrant : What trail? Explain.
Orac : The chain of cause and effect amounts to a trail, if you can follow it.
Vila : I can't even follow you.
Orac : Everything has an effect on everything else around it. It is not easy to trace one line through the pattern of infinity, but in this case, I have. Blake is on Gauda Prime.
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[Blake is flying Tarrant back to base]
Tarrant : A random program.
Blake : It's an old smuggler's trick.
Tarrant : Did you learn it from an old smuggler?
Blake : No, from a young one, actually. Her name was Jenna.
Tarrant : What happened to her?
Blake : She tried to run the blockade once too often. Happens to all of them eventually.
Tarrant : You made the capture?
Blake : Nobody made the capture. She hit the self-destruct. And when it blew, she took half a squadron of gunships with her.
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Blake : His name is Tarrant.
Blake : [to Tarrant] Your flight computer mentioned it whilst you were unconscious.
Deva : Tarrant...
Blake : No, I wouldn't run it through the computer just yet, Deva. You see, this one has a very high Federation price on his head.
Deva : Are you sure?
Tarrant : Oh, give the man credit for knowing his trade, dirty though it is.
Blake : He also has several associates with Federation prices, and one of them is particularly valuable.
Tarrant : And all of them are particularly dead.
Blake : In which case, that other flier was merely a coincidence. A coincidence, however, that might just have analyzed a random flight program?
Deva : And the significance of that is...?
Blake : A very useful device called Orac. Why don't you sit down, Tarrant? If it is Avon, we shouldn't have much longer to wait.
Deva : [repeating back to Tarrant] "Give the man credit for knowing his trade."
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Arlen : Be so kind as to drop your guns, all of you.
[the Scorpio crew obey]
Arlen : You and this nest of rebels are now prisoners of the Federation. Your friend Blake said he couldn't tell anymore who was Federation and who wasn't. He was right. He couldn't.
Tarrant : [smiling] You're a Federation agent?
Arlen : I'm a Federation officer.
Vila : Oh, now, look, I've never been against the Federation, I mean, I've only ever been along for the ride. I'm not even armed! You can't kill me, I'm completely harmless - and armless!
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[Scorpio's alarm goes off]
Tarrant : [everyone rushes to their flight positions] Slave, what's wrong?
Slave : Well, nothing is actually wrong, sir, yet.
Avon : Explain the alarm, Slave.
[alarm cuts out]
Slave : I had to get your attention, Master, and I was forbidden to speak unless spoken to.
Avon : All right, you're spoken to. What is it?
Slave : I beg to advise you, Master, that we're approaching the planet Gauda Prime.
[the crew visibly relaxes]
Slave : And Scorpio is under attack!
[an explosion rocks the flight deck]
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Avon : [about the Rebellion's new figurehead] He is strongly identified with rebels, you see, and very popular with rabbles. They will follow him, and he will fight to the last drop of *their* blood. Idealism is a wonderful thing. All you really need is someone rational to put it to proper use.
Avon : Someone like you.
Tarrant : So where do we find this useable idealist?
Avon : According to Orac, he is on a frontier planet called Gauda Prime.
Soolin : Gauda Prime?
Avon : You know it?
Soolin : Yes, I know it. It's a bad place to be. No self-respecting idealist would be found dead there.
Avon : I imagine that is what HE is trying to avoid: being found dead anywhere.
Tarrant : Look, are you going to stop playing games and tell us who it is, Avon?
[Vila realizes who Avon is talking about]
Vila : It's Blake, isn't it? You think you've found Blake.
[Avon smiles]
