Compressed Blake's 7 episode.

By Ceefax.

BLAKE: We're going that way.

AVON: Humph. Idiot.

JENNA: I agree with Blake.

VILA: I don't really agree with Avon, but I'll say I do so he won't kill me.

GAN: I don't have an opinion, I'm just here to hit people.

CALLY: So hungry...

ZEN: Foolish mortals. Soon I will destroy them all... I mean, please state course and speed.

BLAKE: That way! Standard by ten!

(The Liberator zooms off heroically. Cut to evil Federation persuit ship)

TRAVIS: God damn these trousers are tight. I wonder why Servalan doesn't make any of the other space commanders wear skin-tight black leather...

MUTOID: It's Blake's ship, sir. They're going that way...

(Travis stands up too quickly and doubles over with pain, collapsing slowly to the floor)

TRAVIS: (falsetto) Chase them!

(The Liberator whooshes past. The persuit ship wanders past, backfires, then picks up a little bit of speed)

MUTOID: They've outrun us, sir.

(Travis picks up the mutoid and breaks it over his knee)

TRAVIS: You can run, Blake...

(closing titles)