Barbarella1968

[The Concierge leads Barbarella to a room, where the menacing woman emerges, both eyes now intact.]

Great Tyrant:
So, my Pretty-Pretty, we meet again.

Barbarella:
You! The little one-eyed wench!

Great Tyrant:
You have a good memory, Pretty-Pretty. Yes, sometimes I like to go among my people. Be like them. Ordinary. "Evil", as you would call it. So… I'm your little one-eyed wench. I'm also the Great Tyrant.

Barbarella:
Well! That's nice.

Great Tyrant:
It amuses me immensely! Now I suppose you're interested in the whereabouts and welfare of a certain party, yes?

Barbarella:
W— yes, I am! I'm here on the orders of the President of the Republic of Earth. I'm here to find Durand-Durand.

Great Tyrant:
I'm not talking about him! I'm speaking of the angel!

Barbarella:
Pygar?

Great Tyrant:
Yes, Pygar. He has escaped the labyrinth. Crime. He has destroyed twelve of my black guards. Crime. And he dares to deprive me of a pleasure unique in Sogo — an Earthling. Crime! Crime!

Barbarella:
Where is Pygar?

Great Tyrant:
You want your fine-feathered friend?

[The Great Tyrant nods her head toward something behind Barbarella.]

Great Tyrant:
There he is.

[A curtain of snow dissolves to reveal Pygar, tied to a crossbar, wings spread as if crucified.]

Barbarella:
Pygar!

Great Tyrant:
Amusing, isn't it, Pretty-Pretty? Don't you feel like playing?

. . .

[Barbarella surreptitiously draws Pygar's concealed blaster and grabs the Great Tyrant.]

Barbarella:
De-crucify the angel!

Great Tyrant:
What?

Barbarella:
De-crucify him or I'll melt your face!

. . .

[The Concierge relieves Barbarella of her discharged weapon.]

Great Tyrant:
So it was a trick, was it? You should have saved your tricks for… for…

Concierge:
For the birds, Your Majesty?

Great Tyrant:
Yes! Yes, the birds! The birds! Give her to the birds!