Doctor Who (1963) s14e11 Episode Script
The Deadly Assassin, Part Three
(DOCTOR WHO THEME) (GUNFIRE) (SCREAMS) (TRAIN APPROACHING) (WHISTLE BLOWING) It's an illusion.
Dreams.
(SQUAWKING) (DOCTOR GRUNTS) I deny this reality.
The reality is a computation matrix.
(SQUAWKING) I am the creator here, Doctor.
This is my world.
There is no escape for you.
(LAUGHING) (WATER BABBLING) (GIGGLING) (LAUGHING) I deny it.
I deny it! MASTER: You are trapped in my creation, Doctor.
My reality rules.
All right.
I'll fight you in your reality.
MASTER: Then it will be a pleasure to destroy you.
Be on your guard.
(MASTER LAUGHING) -His respiration rate has increased.
-That's an adrenaline response.
And there's a massive blood sugar demand.
That would suggest he's preparing either to run for his life or to fight for his life.
But he can't, can he? Who or what is he fighting? Presumably, another mind.
You mean there's another living mind in the matrix? -I'm only speculating, Castellan.
-Yes.
MASTER: We have him now.
But be wary, the Doctor is never more dangerous than when the odds are against him.
(SOFTLY) Water.
He's going to need water.
No anti-tank gun.
I wonder what he's been up to.
It didn't get him.
If it had, this nightmare would have ended.
All right, Doctor.
A good try, but not quite good enough.
MASTER: The fool! That could have been fatal.
Physical deterioration increasing.
He should have finished the Doctor off before now.
Stand.
I have a task for you.
There may be difficulties.
Others may try to prevent you fulfilling my orders.
You will ignore them and obey only me.
You will let nothing stop you.
Do you understand? Yes, Master.
I will obey only you.
MASTER: Then, this is what you will do.
So, that's what he was up to.
(PANTING) (SUCKING) I'm very close to you, Doctor.
You'd better start running.
Do you hear me, Doctor? (SCREAMS) (GRUNTS IN PAIN) -SPANDRELL: Yes? -Message from the Chancellor, sir.
He'd like the Doctor brought to him.
-Solis, isn't it? -Yes, sir.
He's one of the Chancellor's personal guard.
Very well.
You'll have to wait.
It'll be over soon.
One way or the other.
He's been in almost four minutes.
How long can a living man exist in there? I've no data available, but his body's on the point of collapse now.
Low blood pressure, shallow respiration, carbon dioxide increasing.
He can't last much longer.
Must keep going.
I must keep going.
MAN: He can't last long.
It's only a mental battle.
If the Doctor's losing, why can't he just pull out? It's not that simple.
His adversary must have been in the matrix many times before.
-Hey, don't touch that.
-Sorry.
He's created a mental stronghold, a dreamscape, if you like.
-The Doctor's got caught up in it.
-So he doesn't stand a chance? A very slight one.
His opponent is expending energy in maintaining the reality projection.
The Doctor can employ all his own artron energy for defence.
Get back! Get back from (SOLIS SCREAMS) (SNIFFING) Marsh gas.
MASTER: That man.
One final effort.
Kill him! Destroy him! I, the Master, command you.
Where are you, Doctor? You can't win, Doctor.
You might as well give up now.
What do you want of me? Only your life, Doctor.
Your life for my Master.
-I'll make a bargain with you.
-No bargains! Show yourself, Doctor.
Get it over with.
Do you hear me? No, you show yourself first.
Your real self.
Very well, Doctor.
Goth.
All right, Goth.
You win.
(GOTH SCREAMING) Finished, Doctor.
You're finished.
Dreams.
(SQUAWKING) (DOCTOR GRUNTS) I deny this reality.
The reality is a computation matrix.
(SQUAWKING) I am the creator here, Doctor.
This is my world.
There is no escape for you.
(LAUGHING) (WATER BABBLING) (GIGGLING) (LAUGHING) I deny it.
I deny it! MASTER: You are trapped in my creation, Doctor.
My reality rules.
All right.
I'll fight you in your reality.
MASTER: Then it will be a pleasure to destroy you.
Be on your guard.
(MASTER LAUGHING) -His respiration rate has increased.
-That's an adrenaline response.
And there's a massive blood sugar demand.
That would suggest he's preparing either to run for his life or to fight for his life.
But he can't, can he? Who or what is he fighting? Presumably, another mind.
You mean there's another living mind in the matrix? -I'm only speculating, Castellan.
-Yes.
MASTER: We have him now.
But be wary, the Doctor is never more dangerous than when the odds are against him.
(SOFTLY) Water.
He's going to need water.
No anti-tank gun.
I wonder what he's been up to.
It didn't get him.
If it had, this nightmare would have ended.
All right, Doctor.
A good try, but not quite good enough.
MASTER: The fool! That could have been fatal.
Physical deterioration increasing.
He should have finished the Doctor off before now.
Stand.
I have a task for you.
There may be difficulties.
Others may try to prevent you fulfilling my orders.
You will ignore them and obey only me.
You will let nothing stop you.
Do you understand? Yes, Master.
I will obey only you.
MASTER: Then, this is what you will do.
So, that's what he was up to.
(PANTING) (SUCKING) I'm very close to you, Doctor.
You'd better start running.
Do you hear me, Doctor? (SCREAMS) (GRUNTS IN PAIN) -SPANDRELL: Yes? -Message from the Chancellor, sir.
He'd like the Doctor brought to him.
-Solis, isn't it? -Yes, sir.
He's one of the Chancellor's personal guard.
Very well.
You'll have to wait.
It'll be over soon.
One way or the other.
He's been in almost four minutes.
How long can a living man exist in there? I've no data available, but his body's on the point of collapse now.
Low blood pressure, shallow respiration, carbon dioxide increasing.
He can't last much longer.
Must keep going.
I must keep going.
MAN: He can't last long.
It's only a mental battle.
If the Doctor's losing, why can't he just pull out? It's not that simple.
His adversary must have been in the matrix many times before.
-Hey, don't touch that.
-Sorry.
He's created a mental stronghold, a dreamscape, if you like.
-The Doctor's got caught up in it.
-So he doesn't stand a chance? A very slight one.
His opponent is expending energy in maintaining the reality projection.
The Doctor can employ all his own artron energy for defence.
Get back! Get back from (SOLIS SCREAMS) (SNIFFING) Marsh gas.
MASTER: That man.
One final effort.
Kill him! Destroy him! I, the Master, command you.
Where are you, Doctor? You can't win, Doctor.
You might as well give up now.
What do you want of me? Only your life, Doctor.
Your life for my Master.
-I'll make a bargain with you.
-No bargains! Show yourself, Doctor.
Get it over with.
Do you hear me? No, you show yourself first.
Your real self.
Very well, Doctor.
Goth.
All right, Goth.
You win.
(GOTH SCREAMING) Finished, Doctor.
You're finished.