Doctor Who (1963) s09e25 Episode Script

Now, what are we going to do about you though? You're an embarrassment to me.
As indeed is that antiquated piece of junk of the Doctor's.
Now let me see I don't really care anymore.
Do what you like.
But just get it over with.
Your word is my command.
Goodbye, Miss Grant! Doctor Jo Jo, are you in there? Doctor? Well, it is you! Thank heavens you're alive.
Oh, I'm so happy! Where are you? I'm nowhere, Jo.
I'm in the time vortex.
The TARDIS is relaying my thoughts to you.
What are all those other voices I can hear? What other voices? Oh oh, those are my subconscious thoughts.
But I shouldn't listen to them too hard if I were you.
I I'm not all that proud of some of them.
But I still don't understand? But you must be somewhere.
Tell me how I can get you back? Well, you can't, Jo, but luckily the TARDIS can.
That's why she's put us in touch.
But what do you I mean, w w what does she want me to do? Well, go to control panel number three.
Okay.
Now, lift the little lid marked "Extreme Emergency".
Right.
The one with the red handle inside? Mmm hm.
Alright, Jo, pull it! Hello, Jo.
Doctor! Open the doors! Open the doors! Peace, my brothers.
His holiness, the most venerable priest of Poseidon, king of the ten kings, will hear his council.
My lord, your holiness, most venerable priest of Yes, yes, yes, I hear you, friend.
Lord, may I speak plainly? It would grieve me to think you would ever speak otherwise.
Speak as a friend should speak.
You are popular, Dalios.
The people love you.
Will their love fill their bellies in the winter when the granaries are empty? Your words are plain indeed, Hippias.
What would you have me do? Order the rain to fall? Aye, Dalios, I would! Hippias! Have a care! Indeed, I shall have a care! A care for the people of Atlantis.
A care that foolish superstition, old wive's tales, the fear of old men should not prevent our caring for them as our rank demands! He speaks the truth, O, King.
You know not what you ask.
Must I be plainer still?! I know quite well! I ask for the blessings out forefathers once enjoyed! I ask for the divine power to be given back to the land, from which it was most cruelly stolen! But, Master, why are we not in Atlantis? My dear Krasis, I must work out our landing coordinates as accurately as possible.
You see, your people must realise immediately that I am the Master, that I come from the gods and that I am bringing Kronos back to them.
Where then will you arrive? Why smack in the middle of the temple, of course.
Brothers, silence! Peace, peace, I say.
I shall speak plainly too.
You ask for the blessings of the golden years.
Yet there came a time when Atlantis grew to hate them.
What would you have, Hippias? If you were master of Kronos, lord of time - ten crops in one season? A surfeit of fishes? An ocean of wine? Then take the barren soil as well, the stinking piles of rotting meat, an idle drunken people - I tell you: Kronos was a curse! But Dalios, I Be silent! The King speaks! I have seen a temple, twice the size of this, fall through a crack in the very bedrock of the earth.
I have seen a city drowned, a land laid waste by fire, so listen to the fears of an old man.
For I tell you, if Kronos came again, Atlantis would be doomed, destroyed, never to rise again! No, listen - I hear strange music.
There it is again.
Look! Guards! Who are you? I am the Master.
I come as an emissary from the gods.
Indeed? Any god in particular? Of course, why should you trust me? Krasis! Now do you believe me? What do you want? To speak of the ancient mysteries - the secrets of the mighty Kronos.
You are brave indeed, oh Master.
An emissary from the gods? Brothers, should I listen to this man? He has the very bearing of a god himself.
He appeared from the heavens like Zeus.
I have seen many such tricks.
Krasis? Most venerable, I have seen him! I have seen the mighty one! You have seen Kronos? We must speak together privately.
The council is at an end.
Come, lady.
The council is at an end.
The king departs.
Sound trumpets! He had the bearing of the gods.
There we are, Jo - on our way to Atlantis.
But you can't just take the TARDIS wherever you want, can you? I mean, you haven't even managed to fix it yet? Or have you? No, not entirely, but the time sensor will lead us to where the Master's TARDIS is.
But not inside it? No, that's right.
Not this time.
But we'll soon find out.
But, Krasis, I beseech you! Please give me the chance! Well, well, well.
Isn't it a small world? You are still alive? Yes, so it would seem.
But not for long! Guards! No! I forbid it! Are you mad? Who are these strangers? They are the enemies of the Master, and therefore the enemies of our people and our land.
We've come here to warn you that Silence! You will regret this interference, lord.
Take them to the King! Come, this way.
But if the high priest saw fit to break a scared trust, you think that good reason for the king to follow? Your high priest saw the crystal in my hands.
He saw Kronos himself, saw him dominated by me.
Krasis knows that I am the Master of Kronos.
Krasis is but a slave at heart.
Maybe, but he has come to learn that it is as well to obey me.
You seek to make me fear you? Oh, not at all.
But if you will but see, like Krasis, that I am indeed the Master of Kronos, then naturally you will obey me You will obey me you will obey me! A very elementary technique of fascination! I'm too old a fish, too old in years and in the hidden ways to be caught in such a net.
You are no emissary from the gods.
But you saw! Tell me then, what of great Poseidon? What did he have for breakfast? Fish, I suppose? And what of Zeus and Hera? What is the latest gossip from Olympus? Do tell me! I underestimated you, Dalios.
I'm no child to play with such painted dolls.
Kronos is not god, no titan.
I know that and so do you.
The king is old in wisdom.
Now you try to flatter me.
You'll pull a string and want to see me dance.
You shall not have the crystal! I shall go now.
I have nothing more to say to you! You have said nothing to me yet.
When you find the true words to speak, I will listen.
Good afternoon! Now where have I seen that face before? Can't think of anything to say? How about: "Curses, foiled again!"? Come this way.
Strangers are uncommon in our land.
Who are you? Er, this is Jo, Jo Grant, your majesty.
You are welcome, Jo Jo Grant.
Surely as in ancient times, a goddess has descend from Olympus.
But I'm not a goddess! Honestly, I'm not.
No, no, of course you're not, my child.
Forgive the clumsy gallantry of an old man.
I'm afraid I'm sadly out of practice.
Hippies? Lord? Take the lady Jo Jo Grant to the Queen while I talk with this, er? Oh, this is the Doctor.
This learned man.
This way, lady.
You'll be alright.
Forgive the roughness of your welcome.
Hippias has all the delicacy of a red-necked fisherman.
Nevertheless, he did save our lives, your majesty.
Indeed? He kept that to himself.
But what did you think of him, Lakis? He has the bearing of a god, lady.
My very thoughts.
In fact, my very words.
Are you teasing me, girl? Would you dare? No, lady, no.
No, I hardly think you would.
Are you frightened? I shan't be angered by your reply if it is an honest one.
I like the lord Hippias better.
A sweetmeat.
A confection for a child's taste.
I prefer this Master.
He would not claw you upon the tongue as Hippias does.
He is a very handsome man, lady.
Handsome? Aye, he looked well enough.
But his face, Lakis - it was a face of power.
A man with such a face would dare risk the world to win his own desire.
Hippias is but a boy, a petulant boy.
I am a foolish one, no doubt, to trust a queen.
Foolish, certainly, to think himself man enough to love a queen.
No, Lakis, come back.
The lord Hippias is not staying.
The lord Hippias would not be here at all, but he has been sent on an errand by the King.
Then give me your message and go.
Lady! I did my best.
He made you look a fool.
Lady Galleia, may I present to you the lady Jo Jo Grant.
The King bids you treat her as an honoured guest.
How do you Greetings.
Greetings, lady.
You come from a far land? It couldn't be much further.
She and her companion fell from the skies - as did the Master.
A day of wonders.
You can say that again! Why should I say it again? Lakis? Show the lady Jo Jo Grant Oh, it's just Jo, actually.
Your pardon.
Show the lady Jo to a guest room.
And give her attire more fitting to a lady of the court.
Yes, lady.
Thank you.
This way.
And Lakis? Return quickly.
I have an errand for you.
Yes, lady.
And none for me to run? A flower perhaps? A token of undying love to some lordling of the court.
But no, it would be dead before it were delivered.
You are impertinent! Remember, I am Galleia, Queen of Atlantis, daughter of kings and wife of Dalios.
So, have a care.
Your pardon.
I took you for another.
I knew Galleia once, you see? The woman, not the queen.
A sweet and loving lady.
I took you for her.
Please do forgive me.
You may go.
I thank you, lady.
Lakis? Lakis, come to me at once.
Come closer.
Go to the lord Master, and when no one is near, say quietly to him only one word What word, lady? Kronos.
Kronos, Kronos, Kronos I am the last alive who has known, who has seen, who remembers with a terror of twisted guts.
And these fools would have me bring him back.
Well, why didn't you destroy the crystal? We tried and merely split the f smaller crystal from it.
It cannot be destroyed.
Yes, of course.
Just like the TARDIS.
It has its being outside time and its appearance is here.
You are a philosopher, friend.
Well, if wisdom is to seek the truth, I am, yes.
Then help me, Doctor.
Help me to find a way to stop these evil men.
Help me to save Atlantis from destruction! Where is she? If you will please wait, lord.
The Master waits for no one.
I shall return when the Queen is ready to speak with me.
Please stay.
Lord, great lord, be seated.
The wine, Lakis.
You may go.
Minister to the needs of our guest.
Lady Queen, you are beautiful.
Wow! What a groovy dress! Do you reckon it'll get mum's approval? Mum? Oh, you mean Queen Galleia? Yeah, guess so.
Mum! Anyway, let's go and give her a preview.
No, I'm sorry.
She does not wish to be disturbed.
The lord Master is with her.
Is he now? They speak of the sacred mysteries.
Kronos and all that bit? It is forbidden! But that is what they're on about? Yes.
Right.
No, you mustn't go in - you mustn't! Look, I'll be quiet as a Do they have mice in Atlantis? Yes.
Well, that's what I'll be as quiet as - an Atlantian mouse, okay? You're a man who knows what he wants, lord Master.
And takes it.
You want the crystal? I am going to possess it.
Not without my consent.
Of course not.
But, erm, I am confident that you will give it.
Why should I help you? For the sake of Atlantis, lady.
Would you not see her restored to her former glory? Rich, powerful, magnificent among the nations of the world? Who would not be ruler of such a country? Nothing must happen to Dalios.
Why should it? He will rule for many years - the beloved sovereign of a beloved prosperous people.
But surely you would want to Well, purely because of lord Dalios' great age, it might be well if he were "relieved" of some of the more onerous duties of kingship.
But the reins of power, Lady Queen, should be in stronger hands - hands such as yours.
And yours? It would be a pleasure to serve you.
And then, when the end comes for Dalios, as it must come for all men, then perhaps? The crystal shall be yours.
Tell me - where is it kept? Deep in the earth Mm hmm.
Beneath the temple.
Dalios has the key.
Oh, and Krasis has the key.
Well then, Krasis will take me there.
I'll speak with him immediately.
I wish it were as simple as that.
No one can get near, save Dalios himself.
It's certain death to try.
What is the danger? The guardian.
Yes, but who is the guardian? A beast - a man.
You can take your choice.
Once he was my friend, a fellow councillor, a great athlete.
And just as I longed for the wisdom the years alone could bring, so he craved great strength.
The strength of the bull and a long life in which to use it.
Well, it's a harmless enough ambition, I should have thought? So should I.
But Kronos in his blind sport gave him his desire.
But not only the strength - the head of a bull.
And so he has remained for the past five hundred years or more.
It's the minotaur.
Please? It doesn't matter.
Please go on.
Well, there's little more to tell.
No one else shall suffer as he has suffered.
Till the last day of his life, for which he longs so ardently, he will guard the crystal.
No one can approach it.
To try is certain death.
Would you like to volunteer, Krasis? No, lord, no! Very well then.
We shall send one down who is mighty with the sword, and who longs with all his heart to seize the crystal.
One whose death would be of little account.
But who, Lady? Hippias, of course.
What can we do? What can we do? We'll tell the Doctor.
That's what we can do.
Now, take me to the King.
Oh, I dare not, Lady Jo.
Would you rather let your precious Hippias face that creature? Oh well, come quickly then! This way.
Halt! Take me to the King.
The King is not to be disturbed.
But I've got to see the Doctor! It's a matter of life and death! Indeed it is - yours.
Will you hear what I've got to say? Come, my lady.
What's the matter? Have a care.
The Lord Crito is no friend to Hippias.
Right, they're going now.
I'll follow them.
You try to get in and tell the Doctor, and the King for that matter.
Alright? Now take care.
No! No, Hippias! Don't go in there! Open the door and let me out!