Doctor Who (1963) s15e22 Episode Script
The Invasion of Time, Part Two
(DOCTOR WHO THEME) I give you the Matrix.
(PIPE ORGAN PLAYING) (ELECTRICITY CRACKLING) (WHIRRING) Doctor! Doctor! The Matrix rejects the candidate! Guards, seize him! No.
No one may lay hands on the President.
The Matrix has rejected him.
He is the Matrix now, it cannot reject him.
Surgeon General.
-Will he be all right? -This is unheard of.
For a candidate to be attacked by the Matrix.
There's no longer a candidate.
There's only the President.
After his official induction, the Matrix can be worn only by the President.
Therefore, this is the President.
If you continue to argue legal niceties, we may well have to go through this whole boring business again in the very near future.
-Is he going to die? -He has retreated.
-Never.
The Doctor is no coward.
-A self-induced cataleptic.
A simple defence reaction brought about by a sudden, unexpected attack upon his -Do you hear? An attack! -Have the kindness to be quiet, Borusa.
The President needs peace, rest and medical attention, which I shall supervise myself.
-Take him to the chancellery.
-Indeed, that would be perfect.
And, Borusa, I suggest you cut off your communications, prohibit visitors and keep all your tedious, bureaucratic problems to yourself.
Impertinent.
He's young yet, Chancellor.
Impetuous, I know.
But I still believe his hearts are in the right places.
VARDAN 1: Very close.
He has little strength.
VARDAN 2: It will take a long time to replace him.
VARDAN 1: Too long.
Signal all commanders to increase speed and evaluate Implementation Plan Three.
High Lords, we have taken the President to the chancellery.
Please, remain calm.
Bring the girl.
-What? -I didn't hurt him, I saved him.
The enquiry can determine that.
-Bring her.
-Sir.
Well, Lord Gomer? He has suffered a severe sub-mental shock.
I've given him a massive deranger dose, but even that will take hours to -Incredible.
-Are you all right? -Quietly now.
-Lord Chancellor, what happened? Your alien friend almost killed you.
She openly attacked you.
No, it was the crown, the crown almost killed him! -What's she doing here? -Well, you brought me.
Impossible.
No aliens are allowed in here.
Get rid of her.
-Doctor, what's happened to you? -Put her out, Commander.
-Where, sir? -Outside the Citadel, of course.
-In the outer world? -Yes, expel her.
-No! I will not go! -Take her! (GUARDS GRUNTING) Stop her! Before she does any more damage.
Stop! Stop, or I'll fire.
Stop.
-Where did she go? -She turned down there, sir.
Well, get after her! (BEEPS) Commander Andred, sound the alarm and turn out the guard.
Escaped, alien prisoner, female, at large in the Citadel.
(ALARM SOUNDING) Stop! Stop! Alien! That's funny.
I've got a ringing in my head.
That's the alarm system.
(SHUSHING) I've got a ringing in my head.
Listen.
(WHISPERING) Can you hear? I ordered them to sound the alarm, but the girl got away.
What is happening? Who ordered it? -My Excellency, you are feeling better.
-Yes.
-I'm very pleased to see this.
-So am I.
-Where is the girl? -She escaped.
Escaped? The President ordered that she be expelled from the Citadel.
-She got away.
-She can be dangerous, Castellan.
Very well, I will take charge of the operations myself.
I'm quite capable of catching her I will see that she is driven out of the Citadel.
Come.
And switch that awful ringing off in my head! (ALARM STOPS) That's better.
What exactly are you playing at, Excellency? -Playing at, Lord Chancellor? -You know very well what I mean.
I'd like a little more respect from you, if you don't mind.
I thought that was a quality you didn't admire.
That was before.
I would have thought you, of all people, knew me better than that.
Well, you could never deceive me when you were my student at the Academy.
You haven't changed and neither have I.
But this is rather more than a student prank, isn't it? Believe me, Lord Borusa, I have never been more serious in any of my lives.
While Leela remains free in the Citadel, we are in danger.
Isn't that a little melodramatic, even for your vivid imagination? No! My ordeal at the induction has made me tired.
You can rest here.
We can continue after you've had your rest and the alien has been caught and expelled.
(COUGHING) Can't fool me, Borusa.
(DOCTOR LAUGHS) Well done, Doctor.
(SIGHS) Good men.
(WHIRRING) (WHIRRING) Even the sonic screwdriver won't get me out of this one.
(CLEARING THROAT) I have a problem.
There is absolutely no point in having another door in the room if you don't have another key, hmm? QED.
What? Latin.
QED, Latin.
Now, a key can either be lost or stolen.
Hmm? Therefore, ergo, you are the key, Borusa.
Hmm? Palm print? No.
That's too simple.
Retina pattern? No.
You must admit, you do like the sound of your own voice.
Open sesame.
I command you to open.
Please.
(SIGHS) Palm print, no.
Retina pattern, no.
Voice print? As Borusa always said, there's nothing more useless than a lock with a voiceprint.
(DOOR CLICKS) (LAUGHING) There's nothing more useless than a lock with a voiceprint.
(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING) -Sir.
We found the girl.
-Well, where is she? -She's with the President.
-With the Line two, on your own mixer.
Chancellor, Castellan Kelner here.
Is the President, by any chance, still with you? Oh, no, no, no.
Not to be disturbed, of course.
Would you be kind enough to inform me when he wakes? Thank you so much.
Don't just stand there, Commander, get out there.
Yes, sir.
Bow for the Sash of Rassilon.
I'm with him.
-Didn't you see her? -Well, she did come this way, sir.
Well? She's probably heading for the President's capsule.
Come on.
Doctor.
(GRUNTS) It's locked, sir.
COMMANDER: She must be in there.
These old Type 40s had a complex trimonic locking device.
-We need a set of cipher indent keys.
-Yes, sir.
What do you think? Too many variables for accurate forecast, master.
-What variables? -Humanoid illogical procedure, master.
-Mmm.
Like me? -Affirmative.
Mmm.
-How am I? -Cerebral circuits in order.
Physiognomy, dubious.
Oh, I see.
The risk you took would appear to have been justified.
Good.
Can we proceed then? Action so far indicates a success probability along this path analysis, 39.
75.
-That bad, is it? -Affirmative.
Listen, I've discovered the location of the security control room.
It's directly beneath the Panopticon area, level 30.
Then success probability increases to 48.
35.
Well, that's not bad.
Advise against any plan incorporating success factor below 65.
-Suppose I throw a mirror cast.
-Master? Shadow shift.
Create a false image to Space Traffic Control.
-Suggest you reflect -Look, shh.
Can I finish Shh.
Suppose I reflect a transmission beam off the security shield, feed it back through a link crystal bank and boost it through the transducer? Couldn't have put it better myself, master.
I don't think you could.
Ha! Agree.
Possibility of your explanation being better than mine, less than 1%.
What? You are the most insufferably arrogant, overbearing, patronising bean tin.
Master? Nothing.
Someone once said that to me, once.
Correction, master.
Several people have said that about you.
-Thank you.
Thank you very much.
-Thanks are not necessary.
Well, at least no one's ever called me smug.
Correction.
Listen.
If you destroy the control centre after I feed in the Doppler effect and eliminate the red shift, the invasion must succeed.
Hmm? Probability of success would rise to 98.
2.
Well, what's a couple of points between friends? Break the transduction field.
(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING) -Come in.
-(GASPS) Where are your guards? -I don't need any.
-You don't need There's a force field between you and me.
Between me and everyone.
Don't you know this is one of the highest security-rated rooms in the Citadel? I did not know.
You must be that alien everyone's looking for.
I am Leela.
I'm called Rodan.
And please put that thing away.
You could hurt yourself.
The Doctor's always saying -Why do you not tell them I am here? -Why bother? That's their affair.
-That's whose affair? -(SIGHS) The guards and the Time Lords.
All the boring people.
Do you know I've passed the seventh grade and I'm nothing more than a glorified traffic guard? Then you are a guard.
Do stop cavorting about like that, it's really so undignified.
(DEVICE BEEPING) Not again.
Excuse me.
Space Traffic Control.
Yes, I have them.
Clearance is authorised.
What was that? Probative space fleet.
Neo-crystal structure for atomic power and weaponry on its way to blast some part of the galaxy to dust, I suppose.
Then you must stop them.
But that would be against every law of Gallifrey.
Oh, no.
I could never interfere.
Only observe.
-Supposing they attacked you.
-Then they would be very stupid.
Nothing can get past the transduction barrier.
-K9, destroy the transduction barriers.
-Master.
Not yet.
Can I have a few moments to get away, please? Affirmative.
And will you get off my foot, please? -Affirmative.
-Thank you.
Seems to be stuck in this ridiculous shape.
I wonder what it was imitating when BOTH: What are you doing here? -My Lord President.
-That's all right.
I've come back for my Jelly Babies.
I'd left my Jelly Babies in the Tardis.
-I beg your pardon? -Jelly Babies.
Would you like one? They're a delicacy I discovered on Earth.
-Ah, that's Sol 3 in Mutter Spiral.
-That's right.
-What do you think? -Mmm.
Yes.
-Delicious.
-Good, good.
Here, have the bag.
-Oh, sir, I -No, no, no, go on.
I've got plenty more, I've got plenty more.
Anyone who likes Jelly Babies can't be all bad, huh? (WHISPERING) Don't mention this to the Chancellor.
He doesn't approve of Jelly Babies.
I think he's frivolous.
-No, sir.
-Have you caught that girl yet? No, sir.
We thought she was in your capsule.
There's no one in my capsule.
Well, she came this way.
It is absolutely vital that girl is caught and put outside the Citadel.
Absolutely vital.
-Vital? -Vital.
Right away, sir.
Guards, follow me.
Hello, Commander, I've got the keys.
(WHIRRING) (WHIRRING) (K9 APPROACHING) Castellan? Is the President still resting in your room, Chancellor? -He is.
-And he's been there all the time -in your room? -He has and I've been here.
I think you should rouse him now.
I would very much like to speak with him.
(KNOCKING ON DOOR) Your Excellence Your Excellence.
Hmm? Castellan Kelner wishes to speak with you.
Mmm, good.
Bring him in.
I trust that you feel better for your rest, sir.
Mmm.
Thank you.
I'm afraid I have to tell you that the girl has evaded her captors and is hiding somewhere in the Citadel.
(WHISPERING) Castellan, how did that happen? Regrettable oversights on the part of one of my guards.
Castellan! You are responsible for security.
You see to it.
-Immediately, Eminence.
-Borusa! -Call a meeting of the Council at once.
-But everyone At once! No excuses! Get out! Get out! Get out! I do find astrophysics a bore, I must say, but then one must fight them on their own terms, don't you think? Yes, one must, one must.
Yes.
I knew I'd like you.
Come in.
(WHIRRING) (DEVICE BEEPING) It can't be! No creature would dare! Space Traffic Control.
Code, Beta Three.
An alien spacecraft within two spans.
Course, zero to Gallifrey, immediate.
Raise the transduction barrier to factor five.
Red alert.
I repeat, red alert.
(ALARM SOUNDING) (LASER WHIZZING) Then find him.
I must speak to Lord Castellan.
(ON PA) The transduction barrier has failed.
We are being invaded.
Gentlemen, this is no ordinary meeting.
I'm privileged to introduce to you your new masters.
(ELECTRICITY CRACKLING) (LAUGHING EVILLY)
(PIPE ORGAN PLAYING) (ELECTRICITY CRACKLING) (WHIRRING) Doctor! Doctor! The Matrix rejects the candidate! Guards, seize him! No.
No one may lay hands on the President.
The Matrix has rejected him.
He is the Matrix now, it cannot reject him.
Surgeon General.
-Will he be all right? -This is unheard of.
For a candidate to be attacked by the Matrix.
There's no longer a candidate.
There's only the President.
After his official induction, the Matrix can be worn only by the President.
Therefore, this is the President.
If you continue to argue legal niceties, we may well have to go through this whole boring business again in the very near future.
-Is he going to die? -He has retreated.
-Never.
The Doctor is no coward.
-A self-induced cataleptic.
A simple defence reaction brought about by a sudden, unexpected attack upon his -Do you hear? An attack! -Have the kindness to be quiet, Borusa.
The President needs peace, rest and medical attention, which I shall supervise myself.
-Take him to the chancellery.
-Indeed, that would be perfect.
And, Borusa, I suggest you cut off your communications, prohibit visitors and keep all your tedious, bureaucratic problems to yourself.
Impertinent.
He's young yet, Chancellor.
Impetuous, I know.
But I still believe his hearts are in the right places.
VARDAN 1: Very close.
He has little strength.
VARDAN 2: It will take a long time to replace him.
VARDAN 1: Too long.
Signal all commanders to increase speed and evaluate Implementation Plan Three.
High Lords, we have taken the President to the chancellery.
Please, remain calm.
Bring the girl.
-What? -I didn't hurt him, I saved him.
The enquiry can determine that.
-Bring her.
-Sir.
Well, Lord Gomer? He has suffered a severe sub-mental shock.
I've given him a massive deranger dose, but even that will take hours to -Incredible.
-Are you all right? -Quietly now.
-Lord Chancellor, what happened? Your alien friend almost killed you.
She openly attacked you.
No, it was the crown, the crown almost killed him! -What's she doing here? -Well, you brought me.
Impossible.
No aliens are allowed in here.
Get rid of her.
-Doctor, what's happened to you? -Put her out, Commander.
-Where, sir? -Outside the Citadel, of course.
-In the outer world? -Yes, expel her.
-No! I will not go! -Take her! (GUARDS GRUNTING) Stop her! Before she does any more damage.
Stop! Stop, or I'll fire.
Stop.
-Where did she go? -She turned down there, sir.
Well, get after her! (BEEPS) Commander Andred, sound the alarm and turn out the guard.
Escaped, alien prisoner, female, at large in the Citadel.
(ALARM SOUNDING) Stop! Stop! Alien! That's funny.
I've got a ringing in my head.
That's the alarm system.
(SHUSHING) I've got a ringing in my head.
Listen.
(WHISPERING) Can you hear? I ordered them to sound the alarm, but the girl got away.
What is happening? Who ordered it? -My Excellency, you are feeling better.
-Yes.
-I'm very pleased to see this.
-So am I.
-Where is the girl? -She escaped.
Escaped? The President ordered that she be expelled from the Citadel.
-She got away.
-She can be dangerous, Castellan.
Very well, I will take charge of the operations myself.
I'm quite capable of catching her I will see that she is driven out of the Citadel.
Come.
And switch that awful ringing off in my head! (ALARM STOPS) That's better.
What exactly are you playing at, Excellency? -Playing at, Lord Chancellor? -You know very well what I mean.
I'd like a little more respect from you, if you don't mind.
I thought that was a quality you didn't admire.
That was before.
I would have thought you, of all people, knew me better than that.
Well, you could never deceive me when you were my student at the Academy.
You haven't changed and neither have I.
But this is rather more than a student prank, isn't it? Believe me, Lord Borusa, I have never been more serious in any of my lives.
While Leela remains free in the Citadel, we are in danger.
Isn't that a little melodramatic, even for your vivid imagination? No! My ordeal at the induction has made me tired.
You can rest here.
We can continue after you've had your rest and the alien has been caught and expelled.
(COUGHING) Can't fool me, Borusa.
(DOCTOR LAUGHS) Well done, Doctor.
(SIGHS) Good men.
(WHIRRING) (WHIRRING) Even the sonic screwdriver won't get me out of this one.
(CLEARING THROAT) I have a problem.
There is absolutely no point in having another door in the room if you don't have another key, hmm? QED.
What? Latin.
QED, Latin.
Now, a key can either be lost or stolen.
Hmm? Therefore, ergo, you are the key, Borusa.
Hmm? Palm print? No.
That's too simple.
Retina pattern? No.
You must admit, you do like the sound of your own voice.
Open sesame.
I command you to open.
Please.
(SIGHS) Palm print, no.
Retina pattern, no.
Voice print? As Borusa always said, there's nothing more useless than a lock with a voiceprint.
(DOOR CLICKS) (LAUGHING) There's nothing more useless than a lock with a voiceprint.
(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING) -Sir.
We found the girl.
-Well, where is she? -She's with the President.
-With the Line two, on your own mixer.
Chancellor, Castellan Kelner here.
Is the President, by any chance, still with you? Oh, no, no, no.
Not to be disturbed, of course.
Would you be kind enough to inform me when he wakes? Thank you so much.
Don't just stand there, Commander, get out there.
Yes, sir.
Bow for the Sash of Rassilon.
I'm with him.
-Didn't you see her? -Well, she did come this way, sir.
Well? She's probably heading for the President's capsule.
Come on.
Doctor.
(GRUNTS) It's locked, sir.
COMMANDER: She must be in there.
These old Type 40s had a complex trimonic locking device.
-We need a set of cipher indent keys.
-Yes, sir.
What do you think? Too many variables for accurate forecast, master.
-What variables? -Humanoid illogical procedure, master.
-Mmm.
Like me? -Affirmative.
Mmm.
-How am I? -Cerebral circuits in order.
Physiognomy, dubious.
Oh, I see.
The risk you took would appear to have been justified.
Good.
Can we proceed then? Action so far indicates a success probability along this path analysis, 39.
75.
-That bad, is it? -Affirmative.
Listen, I've discovered the location of the security control room.
It's directly beneath the Panopticon area, level 30.
Then success probability increases to 48.
35.
Well, that's not bad.
Advise against any plan incorporating success factor below 65.
-Suppose I throw a mirror cast.
-Master? Shadow shift.
Create a false image to Space Traffic Control.
-Suggest you reflect -Look, shh.
Can I finish Shh.
Suppose I reflect a transmission beam off the security shield, feed it back through a link crystal bank and boost it through the transducer? Couldn't have put it better myself, master.
I don't think you could.
Ha! Agree.
Possibility of your explanation being better than mine, less than 1%.
What? You are the most insufferably arrogant, overbearing, patronising bean tin.
Master? Nothing.
Someone once said that to me, once.
Correction, master.
Several people have said that about you.
-Thank you.
Thank you very much.
-Thanks are not necessary.
Well, at least no one's ever called me smug.
Correction.
Listen.
If you destroy the control centre after I feed in the Doppler effect and eliminate the red shift, the invasion must succeed.
Hmm? Probability of success would rise to 98.
2.
Well, what's a couple of points between friends? Break the transduction field.
(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING) -Come in.
-(GASPS) Where are your guards? -I don't need any.
-You don't need There's a force field between you and me.
Between me and everyone.
Don't you know this is one of the highest security-rated rooms in the Citadel? I did not know.
You must be that alien everyone's looking for.
I am Leela.
I'm called Rodan.
And please put that thing away.
You could hurt yourself.
The Doctor's always saying -Why do you not tell them I am here? -Why bother? That's their affair.
-That's whose affair? -(SIGHS) The guards and the Time Lords.
All the boring people.
Do you know I've passed the seventh grade and I'm nothing more than a glorified traffic guard? Then you are a guard.
Do stop cavorting about like that, it's really so undignified.
(DEVICE BEEPING) Not again.
Excuse me.
Space Traffic Control.
Yes, I have them.
Clearance is authorised.
What was that? Probative space fleet.
Neo-crystal structure for atomic power and weaponry on its way to blast some part of the galaxy to dust, I suppose.
Then you must stop them.
But that would be against every law of Gallifrey.
Oh, no.
I could never interfere.
Only observe.
-Supposing they attacked you.
-Then they would be very stupid.
Nothing can get past the transduction barrier.
-K9, destroy the transduction barriers.
-Master.
Not yet.
Can I have a few moments to get away, please? Affirmative.
And will you get off my foot, please? -Affirmative.
-Thank you.
Seems to be stuck in this ridiculous shape.
I wonder what it was imitating when BOTH: What are you doing here? -My Lord President.
-That's all right.
I've come back for my Jelly Babies.
I'd left my Jelly Babies in the Tardis.
-I beg your pardon? -Jelly Babies.
Would you like one? They're a delicacy I discovered on Earth.
-Ah, that's Sol 3 in Mutter Spiral.
-That's right.
-What do you think? -Mmm.
Yes.
-Delicious.
-Good, good.
Here, have the bag.
-Oh, sir, I -No, no, no, go on.
I've got plenty more, I've got plenty more.
Anyone who likes Jelly Babies can't be all bad, huh? (WHISPERING) Don't mention this to the Chancellor.
He doesn't approve of Jelly Babies.
I think he's frivolous.
-No, sir.
-Have you caught that girl yet? No, sir.
We thought she was in your capsule.
There's no one in my capsule.
Well, she came this way.
It is absolutely vital that girl is caught and put outside the Citadel.
Absolutely vital.
-Vital? -Vital.
Right away, sir.
Guards, follow me.
Hello, Commander, I've got the keys.
(WHIRRING) (WHIRRING) (K9 APPROACHING) Castellan? Is the President still resting in your room, Chancellor? -He is.
-And he's been there all the time -in your room? -He has and I've been here.
I think you should rouse him now.
I would very much like to speak with him.
(KNOCKING ON DOOR) Your Excellence Your Excellence.
Hmm? Castellan Kelner wishes to speak with you.
Mmm, good.
Bring him in.
I trust that you feel better for your rest, sir.
Mmm.
Thank you.
I'm afraid I have to tell you that the girl has evaded her captors and is hiding somewhere in the Citadel.
(WHISPERING) Castellan, how did that happen? Regrettable oversights on the part of one of my guards.
Castellan! You are responsible for security.
You see to it.
-Immediately, Eminence.
-Borusa! -Call a meeting of the Council at once.
-But everyone At once! No excuses! Get out! Get out! Get out! I do find astrophysics a bore, I must say, but then one must fight them on their own terms, don't you think? Yes, one must, one must.
Yes.
I knew I'd like you.
Come in.
(WHIRRING) (DEVICE BEEPING) It can't be! No creature would dare! Space Traffic Control.
Code, Beta Three.
An alien spacecraft within two spans.
Course, zero to Gallifrey, immediate.
Raise the transduction barrier to factor five.
Red alert.
I repeat, red alert.
(ALARM SOUNDING) (LASER WHIZZING) Then find him.
I must speak to Lord Castellan.
(ON PA) The transduction barrier has failed.
We are being invaded.
Gentlemen, this is no ordinary meeting.
I'm privileged to introduce to you your new masters.
(ELECTRICITY CRACKLING) (LAUGHING EVILLY)