[The Concierge leads Barbarella to a room, where the menacing woman emerges, both eyes now intact.]
So, my Pretty-Pretty, we meet again.
You! The little one-eyed wench!
You have a good memory, Pretty-Pretty. Yes, sometimes I like to go among my people. Be like them. Ordinary. "Evil", as you would call it. So... I'm your little one-eyed wench. I'm also the Great Tyrant.
Well! That's nice.
It amuses me immensely! Now I suppose you're interested in the whereabouts and welfare of a certain party, yes?
W— yes, I am! I'm here on the orders of the President of the Republic of Earth. I'm here to find Durand-Durand.
I'm not talking about him! I'm speaking of the angel!
Pygar?
Yes, Pygar. He has escaped the labyrinth. Crime. He has destroyed twelve of my black guards. Crime. And he dares to deprive me of a pleasure unique in Sogo — an Earthling. Crime! Crime!
Where is Pygar?
You want your fine-feathered friend?
[A curtain of snow dissolves to reveal Pygar, tied to a crossbar, wings spread as if crucified.]
Pygar!
Amusing, isn't it, Pretty-Pretty? Don't you feel like playing?
. . .
[Barbarella surreptitiously draws Pygar's concealed blaster and grabs the Great Tyrant.]
De-crucify the angel!
What?
De-crucify him or I'll melt your face!
. . .
[The Concierge relieves Barbarella of her discharged weapon.]
So it was a trick, was it? You should have saved your tricks for... for...
For the birds, Your Majesty?
Yes! Yes, the birds! The birds! Give her to the birds!
