Blake's 7, Series Four

Tarrant:
What on earth happened to you?

Blake:
Oh, most of it wasn't on Earth. Not what happened to me.

Arlen:
Do you want him killed?!

Blake:
No, of course not! When he knows as much about this as you do now, he'll join us, like you did.

Arlen:
He passed the test, then.

Blake:
I'm satisfied.

Deva:
These stupid games you insist on playing, Blake, will get someone killed eventually.

Blake:
I have to test each one myself.

Deva:
No, you don't have to! I set up systems for that. I broke the security codes on their central computer. I got us access to official channels, information, everything we could possibly need! You don't need to be involved at all.

Blake:
All right, I find it difficult to trust. It's a failing, I admit--!

Deva:
And any one of our people could select the people you've collected. You don't need to do the bounty hunter routine, either!

Blake:
Indulge me.

Deva:
Do I have a choice?

Blake:
Oh, there's always a choice, Deva.

Deva:
Not for me, there isn't. I said I'd follow you, and I will, until the Federation's finally destroyed. But if you're killed, where does that leave us?!

Blake:
With a base, the beginnings of an army!

Deva:
All of it useless if you're not there to lead it.

Blake:
You worry too much, Deva.

Deva:
Somebody has to.

Arlen:
It might be an idea for somebody to start worrying about the one we just lost.

Blake:
Why? He isn't armed.

Arlen:
I didn't notice that slowing him up.

Blake:
That's true. Relax, Deva. Nobody's indispensable.