And the Aurons punished you for your defiance, didn't they?
Were you exiled?
Yes. Why d'you imagine I've never gone back? (Looking at Avon) Affection for him?
Blake's 7 · Season 1
And the Aurons punished you for your defiance, didn't they?
Were you exiled?
Yes. Why d'you imagine I've never gone back? (Looking at Avon) Affection for him?
Democracy. You're outvoted, Avon. Three to two.
Four to one. I like to stay with the winners whenever possible.
The trouble with the people of Auron is that they all suffer from a superiority complex.
You should get on with them then.
Too good to become involved with the rest of humanity.
That's not true. Just because we happen to be neutral...
[Interuppting] Neutrality or pacifism: it all boils down to the same gutless inanity.
This should snap her out of it.
That stuff would snap an asteroid out of orbit!
[Over communicator to Vila] Liberator? [No response] Idiot! Wake up!
They stand as much chance as a bubble in a black hole.
Why? I don't even ... I never saw him before. What have I ever done to him?
You killed someone he loved.
And there aren't many of them about. Avon's not a very lovable man, in case you hadn't noticed.
Who was it?
(Tarrant, Dayna and Vila begin to circle Shrinker)
Did they give you names when they gave you your orders?
And even if they did, could you put a face to the name? One screaming face among so many screaming faces?
Did they beg, Shrinker? Did they plead? No, Shrinker, please, Shrinker?
Can you remember how they cried, what they cried? Can you separate the voices now?
Or is it just one long, satisfying scream?
Stop it! Stop it! All of you! Leave him alone.
He's an animal, Cally.
Yes, and it's contagious, isn't it?
Some days are better than others, sir. They say that where I come from, sir.
Loudly, I imagine, on the day you left.
My mother cried when I left. Thought she'd never see me again.
Cries easily, your mother, does she?
No, not really, sir. But I owed her money, you see. Oh, it's true, may I never leave this spot.
That can be arranged, Section Leader.
Shall I seal the perimeter?
No!
Standard operating procedure, sir.
I don't give a damn if it's holy writ! You don't seal the perimeter on the day the President's giving her first official reception in her new residence. Not unless you'd like to explain to her that the guests couldn't get through because we had a faulty microcircuit.
There are worse things than foot patrol, sir.
Oh, there are indeed, Section Leader. And if we interfere with that reception, we'll get to know most of them. Intimately.
[as Avon is preparing to teleport out of the barren, exit-less cavern they are both standing in] We had a deal.
Did we?
A way out. You promised me.
Oh, and I'm a man of my word. In the end, that's all there is, really.
[Avon throws the small handgun he has been holding onto the ground]
What's that for?
That's your way out. It's a better deal than you gave any of your victims. [speaking into his teleport bracelet] Bring me up.
[kneeling down to retrieve the handgun] No, we had a deal!
[Avon teleports out of the cavern]
That isn't what I meant! That isn't fair! It isn't fair!
Is it done?
Yes, but it isn't finished.
Wonderful. Who's next on your list? Servalan?
[Activates Orac] Orac.
[Annoyed] What is it now?
Gracious as ever. Orac, I want you to interrogate the Federation Security computers and get me Servalan's present location.
I was joking, Avon!
Do you know Orac's main drawback?
He's too useful to destroy.
Irritating, isn't it?
I'm going down alone.
Not this time.
This has nothing to do with you -- with any of you.
That's true.
On the other hand, you are something to do with us.
We've talked about it, and discovered we care what happens to you.
Within reason, of course.
We're as surprised about it as you are.
Not to mention embarrassed.
[Avon kneels next to Servalan, who has been beaten and chained to a wall in the basement of her Presidential estate, by the rebels who overthrew her earlier]
I might have known you were behind all this.
You flatter me.
Go to hell, Avon.
Probably.
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