Doctor Who (1963) s15e15 Episode Script
The Sun Makers, Part Three
(DOCTOR WHO THEME) There are guards.
They have blocked the subway.
There's a level interchange back there.
Right.
-K9.
-Mistress? Hide.
We must keep still.
Make them think we will not fight.
You have a gun, Leela, why don't you kill us? What? Better to die here than let them take us.
Drop your arms.
Get them, K9.
Satisfactory, mistress? Get their guns.
Satisfactory, mistress? Yes, K9.
What do you want, a biscuit? Ooh.
We will take this machine and crash through their barrier.
Put K9 on the back.
The shooting's stopped.
Our lads must have got them.
Not our lucky day.
Ready? Forward.
What's wrong with it? I said forward! Perhaps I had better take over, Leela.
All right.
I will have the gun.
Bring it over against the wall.
That's right.
-(SHOOTING) -Look out! We've done it! Argh.
Stop! Leela's been hit! We can't help her.
(GUARDS CONTINUE SHOOTING) Now you're going to answer my questions, Doctor.
-Good.
-Why did the Gatherer give you this money? Maybe he liked my face.
You know what I think? Now listen, Doctor.
We can either do this the easy way Or we can do it the hard way.
I've heard that one, too.
Get him.
(GROANING) The Gatherer gave you Well, even Gatherers have their bad days.
Now, this is going to be your bad day, Doctor, if you don't start talking.
-About what? -The deal.
You and the Gatherer made a deal.
I only made one deal, Mandrel, and that was with you under duress, -and you haven't kept your part of it.
-Now the irons.
Another minute? Doctor, you've got one more minute.
Yes.
That sort of subtle approach is always more effective than crude violence.
Oh, he's very cool.
Parts of him won't be so cool soon.
This is your last chance.
You're a fool, Mandrel.
I don't know why yet, but I was released from the Correction Centre.
The Gatherer gave me a cock-and-bull story about machine error and he gave me 1 ,000 talmars to make it sound convincing.
That's all I know.
You'll have to do better than that, Doctor.
You're not very good at it, Mandrel.
Talk, Doctor.
It's the eyes.
No conviction.
I'm going to count to 1 0, Doctor.
-One.
-Oh, put it aside, Mandrel, -you look a fool.
-Two.
-Three.
-Four.
-Five.
-Five.
-Ha! -BISHAM: Hold it, Mandrel! Thank you, gentlemen.
Nice to see you both.
Where's Leela? Well, where is she? She's not numbered, Excellency.
What? All our work units are numbered at birth.
Some criminals have the number removed by surgery, but there's always a scar.
No number.
A mystery to solve.
Maximise her medicare.
Bring her to me the moment she's on her feet.
Yes, Excellency.
He's asking us to help him! -No, no, he's not.
-No, no, I'm not.
I'm not, Goudry.
I'm asking you to help yourselves.
Nothing will change round here unless you change it.
We have the two guns and there's K9 upstairs.
Two guns? What will we do with two guns against all those guards? You can't do anything, but there are Think how the guards will react to that number.
It's crazy talk.
Rebellion? No one would support you.
Given the chance to breathe clean air for a few hours, they might.
Have you thought of that? I've thought of that, Doctor.
The PCM is the source of the Company's power, but without explosives there's no way of stopping it entering the vapour chambers.
There's always a way.
Come here.
Listen.
That drug is volatilised into the atmosphere.
What's its critical temperature? the temperature in the chamber There are eight of them, all round the city.
-Eight? -But all controlled from one point.
How do you know that? I was a B-grade in Main Control.
The Doctor's right.
-It could work.
-Are you out of your mind, Mandrel? -How? -You mean take over Main Control? Yes.
There are only two work units on duty up there.
You're right, Doctor.
It could be done.
It sounded to me like you were saying we should help.
That's what I was thinking, Goudry.
But why? It's a crazy idea.
But I think it could work.
And what have we got to lose? Only your claims.
Well put, Doctor.
Oh, it was nothing.
I have a gift for the apt phrase.
Anything's worth trying.
If only we could win.
Just think, if we could beat the Company! There's no ''if'' about it, Cordo.
We will.
What's your plan, Doctor? First of all, we've got to blind the scanner system.
At the moment, it's sensitised on me, so I can't move from this spot.
What scanner system? Well, every few metres along the subway there are tubes in the walls.
You mean the sun feeds? No, I mean the oculoid electronic monitors.
They're connected to concealed cables.
Cordo, I want two of them brought here.
Right, Doctor.
-Cordo? -Yes? Take care.
I mean, unplug them carefully.
-Doctor? -Yes? I don't think she was badly wounded.
Get this thing off me! The terrorist, Excellency.
-Let me go! -Name.
-Answer his Excellency.
-I'll split you! -Your name! -Leela.
-Place of birth.
-I don't have to answer -Place of birth.
-I don't know.
I'm a member of the Sevateem.
The Sevateem? My tribe.
Tell this gorilla to take his paws off me! MACHINE: 0-0-5.
Sevateem.
Negative report.
Semantic analysis suggests linguistic corruption.
Inferences degenerate unsupported Tellurian colony.
How did you get to Pluto? By accident, as usual.
Answer respectfully! The Doctor brought me in a machine called a Tardis, if that leaves you any the wiser.
What is the Doctor? He is a Time Lord.
You led a criminal attack on the Company Correction Centre.
Why? Well, I heard the Doctor was in trouble, so I came to rescue him.
But when I got here he'd been set free, -so we.
.
-This interview is terminated.
-Remove her.
-Erasure, Excellency? Not as of now.
Place her under pending.
-Immediately, Excellency.
-Put me down! I'll issue an invoice for her erasure by close of business today.
-(ELECTRONIC BEEP) -0-0-5.
The Time Lords.
Specifically one known as the Doctor.
MACHINE: 0-0-5.
Time Lords.
Oligarchic rulers of the planet Gallifrey.
The planet was classified Grade 3 in the last market survey, its potential for commercial development being correspondingly low.
(ELECTRONIC BEEP) It's true.
If we all act together, there's nothing the Company can do.
-If we all act together -Yes, let's fight the Company.
-Fight, yes! -What is this Company? Can anyone tell me that? Well, it's just the Company.
-It gave us the suns.
-Of course.
That's what we've been told.
-Shh.
-It's always been the same.
I mean, who runs it? What's it for? -Er -Er It makes a profit, that's what it's for.
And The Collector is a sort of high official.
There's nobody else.
-A profit? -Yes.
But who gets the profit? Where does it go? VEET: Not to us.
They're not questions we've ever thought about.
I mean, there's no answer.
Wouldn't it be interesting to find the answer? -Well, yes, of course.
-Yes! -Cordo, take these.
They're ready.
-Right, Doctor.
Now, listen.
-Bisham and Mandrel, stay with me.
-All right, Doctor.
Now, the rest of you, I want you to scatter through the city and tell the people what's happening.
Remind them that they're human beings, and tell them that human beings always have to fight for their freedom.
-All right? -ALL: Right! -You all know what to do? -ALL: Yes! Let's go.
Your Hugeness sent for me? You ordered a prisoner to be released from Correction today.
Why? I can explain, Your Amplification.
He is the Ajack conspirator sent here to foment rebellion.
It is my intention to follow him through the tracker system and identify his contacts.
There is no rebellion, Hade, and your so-called Ajack is an alien who landed on this planet by mistake.
He is a Time Lord known as the Doctor.
(STAMMERS) But how Your Vastness is certain? I simply checked Company records.
-And this Doctor could be a problem.
-In what way, Your Voluminousness? He has a long history of violence and of economic subversion.
He will not be sympathetic to my Company's business methods.
If there's anything I can do to help the Company.
Long live the Company.
(ELECTRONIC BUZZ) Issue hourly bulletins.
for information leading to his capture, dead or alive.
Magnificent! The money to be paid from your private purse.
-Argh! -You spoke? Merely a cry of gladness at being so honoured.
Also, bulletin the information that the Doctor's companion is to be publicly executed for her crimes against the Company.
Praise the Company forever and ever.
Er Where will the execution be held? In the Exchange Hall.
Admission by ticket only, 5 talmars.
Proceeds to the Company Benevolent Fund.
-Your Enormity will attend? -Naturally.
The execution will take place during the first work shift.
Announce a two-hour public holiday without pay.
The work units will cry with delight.
Such generosity is unparalleled.
I compute a 0.
04 7%% drop in production, which is within acceptable limits.
Also, station extra security units in all the subways around the Exchange.
Extra units, Your Globosity? The computer character analysis indicates that the Doctor will try to prevent the execution.
With luck, we'll roll two of them into the steamer.
-Ready, Doctor.
-Good.
One more time, just for luck.
Duplication quite unnecessary.
Right, well, that should do it.
-What did you do, Doctor? -Well, I fixed a static loop, what else? Mandrel, you lead the way.
Cordo second, Bisham third.
K9, fifth.
(CHUCKLING) Comfortable? Do I look it? I shan't keep you pending long.
His Excellency has invoiced your execution.
Good.
That means I won't have to look at your ugly face any more.
Be a bit of a treat for us, too.
We haven't had a public steaming for months.
A public what? You don't know about the steamer? (CHUCKLING) (LAUGHING) Visual scan clear, master.
One more level after this.
We've picked them up, Your Honour.
Excellent.
What's the location? Service subway 2 7, District Four.
-I've already alerted the guards.
-What? Stop them, stop them at once.
-Your Honour? -I'll arrest him myself.
Arrest him? I thought we were to keep him under observation? All the plans have changed, Marn.
The Collector wants him taken, dead or alive.
You'd better come with me as a witness.
Oh, the idiot! Look at him, look at him! Walking up and down where anyone could see him.
-A witness? -He cost me 5,000 talmars! Hurry, woman! COMPUTER (ON PA): Attention all Citizens.
Attention all Citizens.
Stand by for an important public bulletin.
Have you seen this man? He is an anti-Company agent wanted for acts of terrorism.
Gatherer Hade will pay a reward of 5,000 talmars for information leading to the capture of this gangster, dead or alive.
-Hey, 5,000.
-Peanuts.
It's an insult.
The Droges of Gabrielides offered a whole star system for my head once.
What? (NERVOUSLY) K-K-Keep your hands wh-where we can see them.
-Put your hands on your head.
-Stand still.
This is a rising, Citizens.
Either you join us or you die.
I remember you.
Mandrel.
That's right, Synge.
What's your answer, B-grade? -Right.
-You stay where you are.
-You can't do that! -It's done.
-But the vapour towers -We're shutting them down.
Yes, nasty, horrid, smelly things.
Carry on, Cordo.
This is the nerve centre of the city, eh? Yes, in one way it is.
All the power is controlled from here.
All right, Citizens.
Are you with the revolution or not? We're with you, brothers.
Hey, Hackett? Now! He's not there.
I don't understand.
The scanners are still registering.
I don't care what the scanners say.
I do care what the scanners say.
Check again, Marn.
There must be some malfunction.
Your Honour, the scanner information shows that the Doctor is walking up and down exactly here.
Fool! COMPUTER (ON PA): This is the gangster terrorist soon to be executed in Exchange Hall.
It's Leela.
-Tickets for the spectacle -Fetch the Doctor, quickly.
are still available, price 5 talmars -Doctor! -at the Gatherer's office.
As a special privilege, during the hours of the public holiday, the steaming will also be shown live on all bulletin screens.
The temperature in the heat exchanger is down to 70 centigrade.
Shall we keep it at that level, Doctor? -What? -At 70? What do they mean, a steaming? Well, they put her into a condensation chamber.
It's directly underneath here.
The heat exchanger is regulated by a water pump, so it turns into high-pressure steam, of course, and then goes into the condensation chamber.
It's a terrible death, -you can hear the -Shh! Come here, Bisham.
Listen, I Mandrel! Mandrel, what would happen if we cut the water supply to the pumps? The heat exchanger would blow up, take half the city with it.
No, no, no, just for a few minutes.
Just long enough to get her out.
You'd have to crawl through that vent in the wall -to get to the condensation chamber.
-I'll take a look.
No, it couldn't be done.
You can see what the atmospheric pressure in there is, -it would flatten you.
-So we let the pressure out.
-You couldn't do it.
-Why not? -It's a safety system.
-The only way would be to open the valve -from the inside.
-And if you're inside, you're dead.
It's impossible.
K9: Suggestion, master.
What? What is it? As my construction offers more resistance to pressure than the human frame -Yes, yes.
-It may be that I could function inside the vent? Yes, but could you open a valve? Hmm? I could attempt to blast it, master.
Attempt to blast We'll try it.
Get that vent open.
Bisham! K9.
Ahem.
I don't know how to say this, K9.
Master, your concern is noted.
Please do not embarrass me.
-Good dog.
-Look, it's starting.
(GRUNTING) Are we ready? Almost, Your Mightiness.
We won't be long.
-A poor turnout, Hade.
-Mmm.
If we could have offered more victims, made a bigger show of it But of course, when they can see it all for nothing on the bulletin screens Not the same thing at all.
No sense of a shared experience.
I fear the Doctor is going to disappoint us.
Your scanners haven't detected him? -Er, not exactly.
-What does that mean? Either they have or they haven't.
Well (CHUCKLES) The truth of the matter is that there's a fault in the system, a false image.
But I can assure Your Sublimity it'll soon be rectified.
K9's done it.
Look! Get the vent open.
Mandrel, reverse the pumps.
Pumps in reverse.
We'll give you two minutes, Doctor.
We can't give you any longer.
I know, I know.
Well done, K9.
It was nothing, master.
Take this, Doctor.
It's a two-way communicator.
If anything goes wrong, you can let us know.
All right.
Now, don't call me.
You understand? I'll call you.
Right.
And Doctor? Two minutes! -Good luck, Doctor.
-Good luck, Doctor! K9: Good luck, master.
Temperature in the exchanger is rising fast, Mandrel.
I don't think we can hold it for two minutes.
We must.
I told him two minutes.
The execution! She's going into the steamer.
This is the moment when I get a real feeling of job satisfaction.
Are the microphones wired in? All round the condenser, Most Merciful.
We're looking forward to excellent duodecaphonic sound.
Then we shall hear her within a few seconds.
-I can't hold it, Mandrel! -Another 20 seconds.
No, it's going.
Listen! The Doctor must be in the condensation chamber by now.
If we release that heat blast, he'll be vaporised.
If you don't, we'll all die! Look at the dial! Ten more seconds.
They have blocked the subway.
There's a level interchange back there.
Right.
-K9.
-Mistress? Hide.
We must keep still.
Make them think we will not fight.
You have a gun, Leela, why don't you kill us? What? Better to die here than let them take us.
Drop your arms.
Get them, K9.
Satisfactory, mistress? Get their guns.
Satisfactory, mistress? Yes, K9.
What do you want, a biscuit? Ooh.
We will take this machine and crash through their barrier.
Put K9 on the back.
The shooting's stopped.
Our lads must have got them.
Not our lucky day.
Ready? Forward.
What's wrong with it? I said forward! Perhaps I had better take over, Leela.
All right.
I will have the gun.
Bring it over against the wall.
That's right.
-(SHOOTING) -Look out! We've done it! Argh.
Stop! Leela's been hit! We can't help her.
(GUARDS CONTINUE SHOOTING) Now you're going to answer my questions, Doctor.
-Good.
-Why did the Gatherer give you this money? Maybe he liked my face.
You know what I think? Now listen, Doctor.
We can either do this the easy way Or we can do it the hard way.
I've heard that one, too.
Get him.
(GROANING) The Gatherer gave you Well, even Gatherers have their bad days.
Now, this is going to be your bad day, Doctor, if you don't start talking.
-About what? -The deal.
You and the Gatherer made a deal.
I only made one deal, Mandrel, and that was with you under duress, -and you haven't kept your part of it.
-Now the irons.
Another minute? Doctor, you've got one more minute.
Yes.
That sort of subtle approach is always more effective than crude violence.
Oh, he's very cool.
Parts of him won't be so cool soon.
This is your last chance.
You're a fool, Mandrel.
I don't know why yet, but I was released from the Correction Centre.
The Gatherer gave me a cock-and-bull story about machine error and he gave me 1 ,000 talmars to make it sound convincing.
That's all I know.
You'll have to do better than that, Doctor.
You're not very good at it, Mandrel.
Talk, Doctor.
It's the eyes.
No conviction.
I'm going to count to 1 0, Doctor.
-One.
-Oh, put it aside, Mandrel, -you look a fool.
-Two.
-Three.
-Four.
-Five.
-Five.
-Ha! -BISHAM: Hold it, Mandrel! Thank you, gentlemen.
Nice to see you both.
Where's Leela? Well, where is she? She's not numbered, Excellency.
What? All our work units are numbered at birth.
Some criminals have the number removed by surgery, but there's always a scar.
No number.
A mystery to solve.
Maximise her medicare.
Bring her to me the moment she's on her feet.
Yes, Excellency.
He's asking us to help him! -No, no, he's not.
-No, no, I'm not.
I'm not, Goudry.
I'm asking you to help yourselves.
Nothing will change round here unless you change it.
We have the two guns and there's K9 upstairs.
Two guns? What will we do with two guns against all those guards? You can't do anything, but there are Think how the guards will react to that number.
It's crazy talk.
Rebellion? No one would support you.
Given the chance to breathe clean air for a few hours, they might.
Have you thought of that? I've thought of that, Doctor.
The PCM is the source of the Company's power, but without explosives there's no way of stopping it entering the vapour chambers.
There's always a way.
Come here.
Listen.
That drug is volatilised into the atmosphere.
What's its critical temperature? the temperature in the chamber There are eight of them, all round the city.
-Eight? -But all controlled from one point.
How do you know that? I was a B-grade in Main Control.
The Doctor's right.
-It could work.
-Are you out of your mind, Mandrel? -How? -You mean take over Main Control? Yes.
There are only two work units on duty up there.
You're right, Doctor.
It could be done.
It sounded to me like you were saying we should help.
That's what I was thinking, Goudry.
But why? It's a crazy idea.
But I think it could work.
And what have we got to lose? Only your claims.
Well put, Doctor.
Oh, it was nothing.
I have a gift for the apt phrase.
Anything's worth trying.
If only we could win.
Just think, if we could beat the Company! There's no ''if'' about it, Cordo.
We will.
What's your plan, Doctor? First of all, we've got to blind the scanner system.
At the moment, it's sensitised on me, so I can't move from this spot.
What scanner system? Well, every few metres along the subway there are tubes in the walls.
You mean the sun feeds? No, I mean the oculoid electronic monitors.
They're connected to concealed cables.
Cordo, I want two of them brought here.
Right, Doctor.
-Cordo? -Yes? Take care.
I mean, unplug them carefully.
-Doctor? -Yes? I don't think she was badly wounded.
Get this thing off me! The terrorist, Excellency.
-Let me go! -Name.
-Answer his Excellency.
-I'll split you! -Your name! -Leela.
-Place of birth.
-I don't have to answer -Place of birth.
-I don't know.
I'm a member of the Sevateem.
The Sevateem? My tribe.
Tell this gorilla to take his paws off me! MACHINE: 0-0-5.
Sevateem.
Negative report.
Semantic analysis suggests linguistic corruption.
Inferences degenerate unsupported Tellurian colony.
How did you get to Pluto? By accident, as usual.
Answer respectfully! The Doctor brought me in a machine called a Tardis, if that leaves you any the wiser.
What is the Doctor? He is a Time Lord.
You led a criminal attack on the Company Correction Centre.
Why? Well, I heard the Doctor was in trouble, so I came to rescue him.
But when I got here he'd been set free, -so we.
.
-This interview is terminated.
-Remove her.
-Erasure, Excellency? Not as of now.
Place her under pending.
-Immediately, Excellency.
-Put me down! I'll issue an invoice for her erasure by close of business today.
-(ELECTRONIC BEEP) -0-0-5.
The Time Lords.
Specifically one known as the Doctor.
MACHINE: 0-0-5.
Time Lords.
Oligarchic rulers of the planet Gallifrey.
The planet was classified Grade 3 in the last market survey, its potential for commercial development being correspondingly low.
(ELECTRONIC BEEP) It's true.
If we all act together, there's nothing the Company can do.
-If we all act together -Yes, let's fight the Company.
-Fight, yes! -What is this Company? Can anyone tell me that? Well, it's just the Company.
-It gave us the suns.
-Of course.
That's what we've been told.
-Shh.
-It's always been the same.
I mean, who runs it? What's it for? -Er -Er It makes a profit, that's what it's for.
And The Collector is a sort of high official.
There's nobody else.
-A profit? -Yes.
But who gets the profit? Where does it go? VEET: Not to us.
They're not questions we've ever thought about.
I mean, there's no answer.
Wouldn't it be interesting to find the answer? -Well, yes, of course.
-Yes! -Cordo, take these.
They're ready.
-Right, Doctor.
Now, listen.
-Bisham and Mandrel, stay with me.
-All right, Doctor.
Now, the rest of you, I want you to scatter through the city and tell the people what's happening.
Remind them that they're human beings, and tell them that human beings always have to fight for their freedom.
-All right? -ALL: Right! -You all know what to do? -ALL: Yes! Let's go.
Your Hugeness sent for me? You ordered a prisoner to be released from Correction today.
Why? I can explain, Your Amplification.
He is the Ajack conspirator sent here to foment rebellion.
It is my intention to follow him through the tracker system and identify his contacts.
There is no rebellion, Hade, and your so-called Ajack is an alien who landed on this planet by mistake.
He is a Time Lord known as the Doctor.
(STAMMERS) But how Your Vastness is certain? I simply checked Company records.
-And this Doctor could be a problem.
-In what way, Your Voluminousness? He has a long history of violence and of economic subversion.
He will not be sympathetic to my Company's business methods.
If there's anything I can do to help the Company.
Long live the Company.
(ELECTRONIC BUZZ) Issue hourly bulletins.
for information leading to his capture, dead or alive.
Magnificent! The money to be paid from your private purse.
-Argh! -You spoke? Merely a cry of gladness at being so honoured.
Also, bulletin the information that the Doctor's companion is to be publicly executed for her crimes against the Company.
Praise the Company forever and ever.
Er Where will the execution be held? In the Exchange Hall.
Admission by ticket only, 5 talmars.
Proceeds to the Company Benevolent Fund.
-Your Enormity will attend? -Naturally.
The execution will take place during the first work shift.
Announce a two-hour public holiday without pay.
The work units will cry with delight.
Such generosity is unparalleled.
I compute a 0.
04 7%% drop in production, which is within acceptable limits.
Also, station extra security units in all the subways around the Exchange.
Extra units, Your Globosity? The computer character analysis indicates that the Doctor will try to prevent the execution.
With luck, we'll roll two of them into the steamer.
-Ready, Doctor.
-Good.
One more time, just for luck.
Duplication quite unnecessary.
Right, well, that should do it.
-What did you do, Doctor? -Well, I fixed a static loop, what else? Mandrel, you lead the way.
Cordo second, Bisham third.
K9, fifth.
(CHUCKLING) Comfortable? Do I look it? I shan't keep you pending long.
His Excellency has invoiced your execution.
Good.
That means I won't have to look at your ugly face any more.
Be a bit of a treat for us, too.
We haven't had a public steaming for months.
A public what? You don't know about the steamer? (CHUCKLING) (LAUGHING) Visual scan clear, master.
One more level after this.
We've picked them up, Your Honour.
Excellent.
What's the location? Service subway 2 7, District Four.
-I've already alerted the guards.
-What? Stop them, stop them at once.
-Your Honour? -I'll arrest him myself.
Arrest him? I thought we were to keep him under observation? All the plans have changed, Marn.
The Collector wants him taken, dead or alive.
You'd better come with me as a witness.
Oh, the idiot! Look at him, look at him! Walking up and down where anyone could see him.
-A witness? -He cost me 5,000 talmars! Hurry, woman! COMPUTER (ON PA): Attention all Citizens.
Attention all Citizens.
Stand by for an important public bulletin.
Have you seen this man? He is an anti-Company agent wanted for acts of terrorism.
Gatherer Hade will pay a reward of 5,000 talmars for information leading to the capture of this gangster, dead or alive.
-Hey, 5,000.
-Peanuts.
It's an insult.
The Droges of Gabrielides offered a whole star system for my head once.
What? (NERVOUSLY) K-K-Keep your hands wh-where we can see them.
-Put your hands on your head.
-Stand still.
This is a rising, Citizens.
Either you join us or you die.
I remember you.
Mandrel.
That's right, Synge.
What's your answer, B-grade? -Right.
-You stay where you are.
-You can't do that! -It's done.
-But the vapour towers -We're shutting them down.
Yes, nasty, horrid, smelly things.
Carry on, Cordo.
This is the nerve centre of the city, eh? Yes, in one way it is.
All the power is controlled from here.
All right, Citizens.
Are you with the revolution or not? We're with you, brothers.
Hey, Hackett? Now! He's not there.
I don't understand.
The scanners are still registering.
I don't care what the scanners say.
I do care what the scanners say.
Check again, Marn.
There must be some malfunction.
Your Honour, the scanner information shows that the Doctor is walking up and down exactly here.
Fool! COMPUTER (ON PA): This is the gangster terrorist soon to be executed in Exchange Hall.
It's Leela.
-Tickets for the spectacle -Fetch the Doctor, quickly.
are still available, price 5 talmars -Doctor! -at the Gatherer's office.
As a special privilege, during the hours of the public holiday, the steaming will also be shown live on all bulletin screens.
The temperature in the heat exchanger is down to 70 centigrade.
Shall we keep it at that level, Doctor? -What? -At 70? What do they mean, a steaming? Well, they put her into a condensation chamber.
It's directly underneath here.
The heat exchanger is regulated by a water pump, so it turns into high-pressure steam, of course, and then goes into the condensation chamber.
It's a terrible death, -you can hear the -Shh! Come here, Bisham.
Listen, I Mandrel! Mandrel, what would happen if we cut the water supply to the pumps? The heat exchanger would blow up, take half the city with it.
No, no, no, just for a few minutes.
Just long enough to get her out.
You'd have to crawl through that vent in the wall -to get to the condensation chamber.
-I'll take a look.
No, it couldn't be done.
You can see what the atmospheric pressure in there is, -it would flatten you.
-So we let the pressure out.
-You couldn't do it.
-Why not? -It's a safety system.
-The only way would be to open the valve -from the inside.
-And if you're inside, you're dead.
It's impossible.
K9: Suggestion, master.
What? What is it? As my construction offers more resistance to pressure than the human frame -Yes, yes.
-It may be that I could function inside the vent? Yes, but could you open a valve? Hmm? I could attempt to blast it, master.
Attempt to blast We'll try it.
Get that vent open.
Bisham! K9.
Ahem.
I don't know how to say this, K9.
Master, your concern is noted.
Please do not embarrass me.
-Good dog.
-Look, it's starting.
(GRUNTING) Are we ready? Almost, Your Mightiness.
We won't be long.
-A poor turnout, Hade.
-Mmm.
If we could have offered more victims, made a bigger show of it But of course, when they can see it all for nothing on the bulletin screens Not the same thing at all.
No sense of a shared experience.
I fear the Doctor is going to disappoint us.
Your scanners haven't detected him? -Er, not exactly.
-What does that mean? Either they have or they haven't.
Well (CHUCKLES) The truth of the matter is that there's a fault in the system, a false image.
But I can assure Your Sublimity it'll soon be rectified.
K9's done it.
Look! Get the vent open.
Mandrel, reverse the pumps.
Pumps in reverse.
We'll give you two minutes, Doctor.
We can't give you any longer.
I know, I know.
Well done, K9.
It was nothing, master.
Take this, Doctor.
It's a two-way communicator.
If anything goes wrong, you can let us know.
All right.
Now, don't call me.
You understand? I'll call you.
Right.
And Doctor? Two minutes! -Good luck, Doctor.
-Good luck, Doctor! K9: Good luck, master.
Temperature in the exchanger is rising fast, Mandrel.
I don't think we can hold it for two minutes.
We must.
I told him two minutes.
The execution! She's going into the steamer.
This is the moment when I get a real feeling of job satisfaction.
Are the microphones wired in? All round the condenser, Most Merciful.
We're looking forward to excellent duodecaphonic sound.
Then we shall hear her within a few seconds.
-I can't hold it, Mandrel! -Another 20 seconds.
No, it's going.
Listen! The Doctor must be in the condensation chamber by now.
If we release that heat blast, he'll be vaporised.
If you don't, we'll all die! Look at the dial! Ten more seconds.