Blakes 71978

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?