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Servalan : Vila, you really must try and be a bit more trusting.
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Vila : [holding a gun on Servalan] Right. Now, then.
Servalan : No, Vila; listen. Untie me, and then we can help each other.
Vila : I never imagined you as the sort that would grovel for her life.
Servalan : I am not groveling, you fool. I mean it.
Vila : You *are* groveling.
Servalan : I am *not*! - They've got Tarrant. Now, I can show you where they're holding him. At least, I can suggest where to start looking.
Vila : Why should you want to?
Servalan : Because they're holding two of my pilots there as well. Now, are you going to untie me, or not?
Vila : Last time I saw Tarrant, I was looking down the end of his gun.
Servalan : So, why are we on opposite sides?
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Servalan : Very well, Section Leader, you've convinced me. There are ways I could put this system to profitable use.
Section Leader Grose : A great many ways, Madam President. More ways than you've begun to realize. But that isn't why I summoned you to Sardos.
[Grose nods at Lector and hands him a card. Lector moves to the machine, and inserts the card]
Servalan : [levelly] Would you say that again?
Section Leader Grose : I brought you here because you had something I hadn't. Something I needed. A pattern.
[Grose gestures at the screen, which now shows a Federation starship]
Servalan : A Mark Two star-... That's my ship.
Section Leader Grose : *My* ship. The flagship of a fleet that grows with every hour.
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[last lines]
Zen : Information. Three alien spacecraft in hostile formation bearing zero-zero-nine, two million spacials.
Del Tarrant : Flight deck.
[They run to take their places on the bridge]
Del Tarrant : Zen, enemy position.
Zen : One million spacials. We have visual contact with hostile commander.
Del Tarrant : Put her on.
Servalan : [on the viewscreen] Liberator, this is Servalan, President and Supreme Commander of the Terran Federation. You are outnumbered, and at a tactical disadvantage. If you surrender your ship...
[Avon cuts off the transmission]
Dayna : Do we fight?
Avon : Certainly not. We run. Zen, course zero-one-one, speed, standard by six. Get us out of here.
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Unit Commander Lector : If you think of this mouse as a space captain - it's perfectly healthy, as you can see.
Servalan : I'll take your word for it.
Unit Commander Lector : We make duplicates...
[Lector copies the mouse in the input box and removes a cage containing a dead mouse from the output box. He opens the cage and holds up the dead mouse by the tail]
Section Leader Grose : That's how they come out. Perfect copies, but not working. Colonel Astrid said they lacked a life-support system to carry them through the trauma of molecular integration. Well, I took it to mean they snuffed it before they got going properly.
