Companions

[In the cell]

GAN: I wonder how long before they make contact with the Federation?

CALLY: Soon.

GAN: If I could just get close to some of them...

CALLY: The one called Tarvin, for example?

GAN: Right. What's that expression of yours?

CALLY: Companions for our death.

VILA: That's a bit morbid, isn't it... I've done it! I've done it!

BLAKE: Gently, gently!

VILA: Now that is genius. [Unfastens Blake's neckband]

BLAKE: You could well be right. [Takes the neckband off]

VILA: You want more proof? [He crosses to the door and gestures Avon aside.] Excuse me.

AVON: It's done.

VILA: [Skeptically] Oh, yes? [The door opens] Oh. Yes. [A guard outside aims his detonator at Blake.]

BLAKE: Get down! [Throws his neckband at the guard, who is caught in its explosion. He leaves the cell.]

BLAKE: [Cally and Gan follow him.] No, you stay back. Keep out of sight. Get him in there. [Gan carries the body into the cell.]

AVON: Vila.

VILA: What?

AVON: Take this off.

VILA: Well, that's all very well, but who's going to take mine off?

AVON: Get on with it.

VILA: [Plaintively] Who's going to take mine off?

CALLY: And, Vila, do be quick. I'll be next.