Blake's 7, Series Three

Avon:
How did you get away, Anna, that last day, the day I got myself shot? How did you get away?

Anna:
I waited for you, and when you didn't come back, I ran.

Shrinker:
(V.O.) Bartolomew was running you.

Avon:
Where to? Where did you run to, Anna? Not to your brother. He thinks you're dead. Who hid you, Anna?

Anna:
My husband. I didn't love him, he knew that. There was only you. But he wanted me and I was afraid.

Shrinker:
(V.O.) Bartolomew stayed close and let you run...close and let you run...close and let you run.

Avon (very quietly, almost horrified, as he realises the truth):
He...wasn't Bartolomew, was he?

Servalan (almost sympathetic):
No, he wasn't. Not even Chesku knew who Bartolomew was. But you do, don't you, Avon?

Cally (offscreen, shocked):
Avon!

Avon (Wheels and fires. Anna falls and he catches her, sinking to his knees, cradling her) At least that was honest.

Anna:
I knew when you found out, you would kill me.

Avon:
Unless you killed me first.

Anna:
Huh. We were well matched, Avon.

Avon:
You weren't even real. Bartolomew, Central Security's best agent, one of your colleagues told me that.

Anna:
Anna Grant. I was only ever Anna Grant with you.

Avon:
Of all the things I have known myself to be, I never recognised the fool.