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The Mark of Kane

By Alan Stevens, David Tulley
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(SOUND OF PURSUIT SHIP TRAVELLING AT SPEED THROUGH SPACE, FADE DOWN. FADE UP AS PURSUIT SHIP LANDS, FADE DOWN. FADE UP ON FLIGHT DECK INTERIOR)

MUTOID 1: Ground zero. Contact achieved Commander.

TRAVIS: Right, you two stay here. If anyone tries to board Pursuit Four while I'm away, kill them, and if I am not back in an hour, then come after me.... (OPERATES DOOR CONTROL, THEN, AS IF REMEMBERING THAT YOU HAVE TO GIVE SPECIFIC ORDERS TO MUTOIDS, TRAVIS ADDS...) And make sure you're armed.

MUTOID 2: Commander?

TRAVIS: Yes?

MUTOID 2: You instructed me to tell you when my blood serum level reached a certain point.

TRAVIS: Well?

MUTOID 2: My blood serum level has now reached that point. Do I have your permission to replenish?

TRAVIS: (CUTTING HER OFF) No. Wait until I get back.

MUTOID 2: But

TRAVIS: No.

(DOOR SLIDES SHUT. FADE UP ON BAR. PEOPLE TALKING, MIXED WITH LOUD MUSIC)

BARMAN: Yeah, I s'pose we could get some girls in. Those last strippers we had were a bit posh though.

CUSTOMER: My mate had some strippers in.

BARMAN: Yeah? Any good?

CUSTOMER: Brilliant! I can get them for you if you want. Real tarts they were.

BARMAN: (ENTHUSIASTICLY) Get the tarts! Tarts is what we want! (THEN WITH VAGUE SURPRISE) Travis - what are you doing here?

TRAVIS: Is there somewhere we can talk?

CUSTOMER: (TO BARMAN) Right, I'll be getting along then.

BARMAN: (STILL SOUNDING OFF BALANCE FROM TRAVIS' SUDDEN AND UNEXPECTED APPEARANCE) Ah... Yeah, okay (AS IF CALLING AFTER THE RETREATING CUSTOMER), But don't forget what I said! (THEN TO TRAVIS) Now... Ah...(THEN IN LOUD VOICE) Bethany, hoi Bethan, come here. Take over at the bar for a minute, will you? I've got some business in the back room. (IN A NORMAL VOICE) Right, come through Tr... er, friend.

(CUT TO TABLE IN ANOTHER PART OF THE BAR)

KANE: Hey! Royce?

ROYCE: (BLEARILY) What? What is it?

KANE: You see that guy at the bar? Come on, the big one with the eye patch?

ROYCE: No.

KANE: Look will you! Look now! Going through behind the bar.

ROYCE: (WITH DISINTEREST) Yeah, what about him?

KANE: I think I recognise him from that Federation bulletin. His name's - er - Tra... Tru... Trevor! That's it!

ROYCE: (STARTING TO SOBER UP) Trevor? What century was he born in? No one's called Trevor anymore. It's a tosser's name.

KANE: (EMPHATICALLY) Well his name's Trevor and he's worth a... (HUSHED TONES) worth a small fortune. Now are you going to help me, or what?

ROYCE: It can't be him.

KANE: (RAISING HIS VOICE) It is him. (THEN CUTS BACK TO GUARDED TONES) It damn well is him I tell you. So if you... if you.... Are you listening to me? If you want any money tonight, you'd better give me some backup.

(TRAVIS AND THE BARMAN ENTER THE ROOM. THE MUSIC AND CHAT FROM THE BAR BECOMES MUFFLED AS THE DOOR IS CLOSED. THERE IS A CHINK OF GLASSES AND THEN THE SOUND OF TWO DRINKS BEING POURED FROM A BOTTLE)

BARMAN: Here, have a drink with me... on the house.

(SOUND OF BOTTLE BEING PUT DOWN)

TRAVIS: Thanks.

(PAUSE)

BARMAN: You're taking a bit of a risk, aren't you Travis? Coming to a public place like this? Cynra's part of Federation space now. What were you court-martialed for? Mass murder, wasn't it? On Zercaster?

TRAVIS: You know about that then?

BARMAN: Know about it? You top the Federation's wanted list... almost.

TRAVIS: Almost?

BARMAN: Yeah! Your name comes just after that terrorist - um - Blake.

TRAVIS: Just after Blake, eh?

BARMAN: There's a big reward out for you as well... In fact, two.

TRAVIS: Two? Who's the second one from?

BARMAN: Bayban the Butcher. He's so pissed off that you demoted him he's put a contract out on you. Before Blake came along he used to be top of that list, you know?

TRAVIS: Is that so?

BARMAN: (STARTS ENTHUSIASTICALLY) Yeah. Now he's in third place and - uh - it's - uh - I'd um - I'd keep my head down if I were you.

TRAVIS: Mmmm.

BARMAN: (GETTING NERVOUS) So, um, why are you here, then? Um, just passing through? Business somewhere else I expect. Just come in for a drink, eh?

TRAVIS: I came to see you, Stenner?

BARMAN: Me? How can I help you?

TRAVIS: I want you to tell me where Kline is.

BARMAN: What do you want him for?

TRAVIS: He's got some information that I need.

BARMAN: Kline? You've got the wrong man. Kline's just an old drunk. He doesn't know anything.

TRAVIS: Oh, yes he does, and I think you know where I can find him. After all, you do look after his daughter. How old is she now? Twelve is it?

BARMAN: (WEAK LAUGH) Kline's got a daughter, who told you that rubbish?

TRAVIS: Docholli did - Kline's alter ego.

BARMAN: (IN SERIOUS TONE) Docholli. He told you he was Docholli?

TRAVIS: No. I recognised him. He's a wanted man.

BARMAN: Look, I've no idea where he is. He's on the run, and people on the run don't leave forwarding addresses.

TRAVIS: I think you know where he is, and I also think he sends you money to look after the girl and keep her off the... off the staff. I assume the reason Space Command aren't here yet is because the mother's dead and she never registered Docholli as the father. Yes?

BARMAN: (SIGHS) That's the trouble with Docholli. Once he gets a skinful.... Look, honestly, I don't


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