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don't want to appear ungrateful.
I know you already repaid me for saving your life...
amply repaid me.
- Have you always been an entertainer?
- Ever since I was a child.
My mother was a dancer.
My father was manager for the troupe.
Are you a good dancer?
I don't know. Well, I suppose I must be
to have lasted so long in the business.
- It's very competitive, you know.
- I can imagine.
Our little friend seems to be making
a big impression on Tarrant.
- Your friend's very clever, isn't he?
- Who, Avon?
Yes. Isn't he?
- Well, you all seem to do what he says.
- No, we don't.
I mean, if we think he's right we go along with it.
If we don't, we don't. We're all free agents.
Oh.
I don't really like clever people anyway.
They frighten me rather.
Like that other one.
Look, do you want me
to go and take a look at him?
- I'm really stupid, aren't I?
- No, of course not,
but you must promise to wait here
until I get back.
I won't move. I promise.
- Don't worry, I haven't flown away.
- I just wanted to be sure you were comfortable.
Quite comfortable, thank you, for the moment.
Be sure to let us know
if there's anything you want.
You could give that little bitch a message for me.
You can tell her I'll be saving her to the last.
Come on, woman, come on!
This is crazy.
You don't know when she'll get in touch.
You don't know what arrangements they made.
You would prefer
trying to beat it out of Cancer I presume?
It's better than sitting around
waiting for something that may never happen.
Cancer is not a fool. He knows that once he talks
we will have no further use for him.
Whatever you do,
I imagine he would find it preferable to suicide.
By the way, what's become of our little friend?
She's found Cancer's cabin
and made herself cosy for the duration.
Why, do you fancy a little chat
about the good old days on the chain gang?
It's terrible to think of a poor little thing like that
being a slave, don't you think?
- No more terrible than to think of you as one.
- Oh, no. No, I'm an old man.
She's merely a helpless little child.
Well, I expect a little suffering will have helped
to make her a better artist.
- There you are.
- Hello.
- You look a bit bored.
- Yes, I am rather.
How long do you think we're
going to have to hang about like this?
Well, that's hard to say.
Until this woman turns up, I suppose.
- Or until they get tired of waiting.
- Who is this wretched woman anyway?
Well, I don't know really.
I only saw her once on Domo.
She looked rather formidable.
- Is she attractive?
- Attractive? Well, yes, in a hard sort of way.
Now look, we must think of it this way.
At least we're safe.
And it's better than sitting around
waiting for them to bring in the mangon.
- Don't you think?
- What?
Oh, yes, I suppose so.
I'm sorry. I just can't stop thinking
about that awful man at the end of the corridor.
Everything is going to be all right.
We're all here to look after you.
Would you...
Would you like me to go and take a look at him?
Would you? That would be awfully sweet of you.
Anything to bring the colour back
to those pretty cheeks.
(Screaming)
I can outwait Servalan any day,
and I'm prepared to do it now.
- Piri, what is it? What is it? What's happened?
- The hold! In the hold!
Let's go.
- He's dead, I take it?
- He's dead all right. Question is, how did he die?
I should imagine friend Cancer
would be a master of unarmed combat.
- A few seconds pressure to a vital point.
- Possibly. What do you make of this?
- What?
- The red patch on his hand. Hardly a vital point.
What does it matter how the poor old man died?
The question is, where the hell is Cancer?
Well, we know where he isn't.
He isn't on the flight deck, he isn't in his cabin
and he isn't in here.
Should we search the rest of the ship?
I would imagine he would just love that,
wouldn't you?
It seems we underestimated Cancer.
Somehow he managed to get free.
- I tied those ropes
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