Doctor Who (1963) s23e03 Episode Script

-It's beautiful! -Hmm? Oh! Oh, I knew she wouldn't still be here.
That girl can't obey an order.
Doctor! -Who are they? Peri! Hurry! Back inside.
Quick! In you go.
Come on! I always knew exercise was bad for you.
Shouldn't lie there if I was you.
Not unless you want to be killed -with a spear in your back.
-What? -Did you do the job, my boy? -Of course.
We've got to get out of here! But how? This way! Back.
Well, now what? -I don't know.
I really think this could be the end.
I know him.
It's Broken Tooth.
-Then why doesn't he fire at you? -Broken Tooth, it's Balazar! -Fire at the robot! -The Immortal one! -Squeeze the trigger, don't pull it.
-Everybody down! What is happening? Reactivate! -We are trying.
-It doesn't respond.
You must make it work.
I must have the Doctor here.
My black light system is failing! I can't believe it, you're alive.
They said you'd been culled.
-I owe my life to Merdeen.
-I too.
I hate to break up this happy reunion, but I have to find the aerial to Drathro's black light converter.
No need to hurry.
It's gone.
Gone? Where? -I blew it up.
-What? -It'll put the L3 out of action.
-More likely start a chain reaction.
Drathro's black light system is highly unstable.
Blowing it up is about the worst thing you could've done.
I'll have to shut the black light system down now.
You will all return to our village.
Our queen has unfinished business with this person.
-No! -You will come with us, and you will come quietly.
And you had to tell him how to use the gun.
Oh.
Valeyard, are these unpleasant scenes necessary to your case? I find primitive physical violence distressing.
So do I, ma'am.
Especially when I'm on the receiving end.
I too find it repugnant to witness, my lady, but the Doctor has a well known predilection for violence.
That is a foul slur! -Do not interrupt, Doctor! -I'm sorry, ma'am, but I am not given to violence as the Valeyard here suggests! Occasionally I may have to resort -to a modicum of force -Please be silent.
Doctor, you will have ample opportunity to put your case at a later point.
But Valeyard, I would appreciate it if these brutal and repetitious scenes are reduced to a minimum.
My lady, it is certainly not my wish to cause you any unnecessary affront.
But the accused's offences are such that a certain amount of graphic detail is unavoidable.
Very well.
Continue.
You seem lost.
Not I.
Although you seem to have mislaid your train, Grell.
Stealth is better achieved on foot.
Especially when we hunt dark secrets.
I thought we hunted the Doctor.
-Him too.
Merdeen.
Immortal? I have urgent work for Balazar, but I cannot find him.
I will search for him at once.
-Where are you going? -Continue your search for the Doctor.
I did it! I did it, I reactivated the robot.
I think you'll find that I did it.
I beg your pardon, I did it.
-I did! -I did! -I did! -Silence! You drain my energy reserve with your constant, infantile bickering! So, my hospitality was not to your liking? Just needed to step out for a breath of fresh air.
-And who is this? -Ah, how do you do? I am known as the Doctor.
Now, there has been a terrible mistake.
I shouldn't be here at all.
Another star traveller? Well, in a manner of speaking.
And are you interested in the Great Totem of Haldron? I beg your pardon? She means the light converter.
Ah, yes, indeed.
How could you possibly have known -Have you searched him for guns? -He has none.
That makes you very unusual for a star traveller who is interested in the Great Totem.
-Well, I've come to repair it.
-Then you are very prompt, considering your friends have only recently damaged it.
These are not my friends.
Well And your Great Totem is not what it seems.
Then please explain.
Its function is to convert ultra violet rays to black light.
-Interesting.
-Mmm.
Though I do not understand what you are saying.
Well, Drathro The Immortal, depends on black light to function.
He is a robot.
Fascinating.
Since your friend just told me that it was a navigational beacon.
He lies.
A common complaint among star travellers.
I am not a liar! How shall I know who speaks the truth? All I am certain of is that the gods are angered at your coming to our world.
I shall read their wishes in the flames.
I don't wish to appear discourteous, but I'd better get back to Drathro.
Remain where you are! Look, you have no quarrel with us.
They destroyed your beacon.
You are a star traveller.
Star travelling is forbidden by the gods.
The underground dweller shall remain with our tribe.
The others, remove from my sight.
All that unpleasant green.
-It is vegetation.
-Why was it not burned, Drathro? Only part of the planet was enveloped by fire.
-What is its function? -It supports primitive life.
-Primitive life is unnecessary.
-So vegetation is unnecessary.
-Syllogism is also unnecessary, Humker.
-It was not a true syllogism, Tandrell.
It contained only the major and minor premise.
Still unnecessary, like so much that you say.
Thought we'd seen the last of this place.
Look, you've got to help us get out of here.
-I dare not, Doctor.
-The queen will burn us in your place.
If I don't get out of here, we'll all burn! You're the Time Lord.
Haven't you got a ring you can rub? A magic lamp? Something for these sort of emergencies? Hardly.
More your style I'd have thought.
Anyway, what does bring you here? Purely a private enterprise, Doctor, to collect a few mouldering files of no value except to scholars such as myself.
Oh, you're a scholarly philanthropist, are you? Exactly the description, Doctor! That goes around blowing up black light converters? A small expediency if I am to endow a library on my home planet of Salostophus.
-In the constellation of Andromeda? -You know of it? -Mmm.
-What we don't know is the name of this planet.
You mean he hasn't told you? A man of your learning, Doctor? Tut-tut.
This is Earth, of course.
-I said so, didn't I? -But it is in the wrong position! Only by a couple of light years.
That's why the lost expedition missed it.
-What lost expedition? -Andromeda bunged off these robots -in a relief ship -Don't prattle, Dibber! All that was a long time ago.
The word ''Earth'' is mentioned many times by the great writer HM Stationery Office.
Thought we'd seen the last of him as well.
Shut up and stand in front of me where I can keep an eye on you.
Keep calm and stay still.
It's looking for me, but I think it's confused.
Well, can't you shake its hand or something? How do you do? I am known as the Doctor.
-Now's our chance, Dibber.
-We've gotta help the Doctor! He'll be all right, he's in good hands.
Come on! No! -Escaped? I told you to guard them! -Well, the Immortal came and took them.
We both saw him, Katryca.
He walked through the wall! Get the guns! Habitations.
-Only man makes habitations.
-All life perished in the fire.
If men now live on the surface, they must have come from my biosphere.
-How could that be possible? -It is forbidden.
-All work units obey your orders.
-Some must have escaped.
Helped to escape.
That is what has happened.
-Is it important? -They're out of control, outside the plan.
-They're outlaws.
-Now my existence is threatened.
They have destroyed the source of my energy.
Take measures, create a defensive system, identify and destroy the traitors.
All this is irrelevant and hypothetical! Background testimony.
What possible value does the Farmyard here think there is in listening to some half incapacitated robot and a couple of diminutive nitwits who might as well be robots? You're allowing your disrespect to show again, Doctor.
I'm sorry, ma'am, but the question still stands.
As prosecutor, the Valeyard has the right to include any evidence he considers to be relevant, provided he can justify its inclusion.
But any record relating to persons not in my presence must be sheer conjecture! The accused is clearly ignorant of the latest methods of surveillance, my lady.
This evidence is taken from the Matrix, a knowledge bank fed constantly by the experiences of all Time Lords wherever they may be.
Yes, yes, yes, ma'am, I know that.
My whole point is that I'm not.
Not what? Not part of the scenes being shown by the Scrapyard here! I'm sorry, Valeyard.
Force of habit.
I apologise.
Doctor, the experience of third parties can also be monitored and accessed if needed, as long as they are within the collection range of a Tardis.
Oh.
But my Tardis is an old model.
Are you telling me it's been bugged without my knowledge? Bugged? It is a reference apparently to the new surveillance system, my lady.
The expression derives from an Earth term.
I see.
I think we are wasting time on an unimportant issue.
Continue the evidence, Valeyard.
Stop, Immortal! -They'll kill the Doctor! -We've all gotta go sometime, Peri.
You're all heart! The supreme sacrifice.
What a person.
If I have time, I'll compose the eulogy for his funeral.
-They have guns! From where? -Guns can be manufactured.
Their manufacture requires advanced technology, Humker.
Therefore the fact that they have guns means they also posses advanced technology.
False reasoning again, Humker.
These are savages.
Their guns must have been supplied from without.
-The Doctor! -The L1 robot has ceased to function.
From the present data that we have, that would seem a logical presumption.
It is obvious.
It has ceased transmitting signals.
I was replying to Drathro.
The Doctor is from Gallifrey.
He has been sent to recover the secrets left by the Sleepers.
To do that, he has armed the outlaws.
Therefore his intention is to ferment rebellion against my authority.
And with nothing left but the power from a few backup storage cells, he's quite likely to win.
Then what will happen to us? I dread to think.
-Are you following me? -Like you, I'm looking for a lost man.
It simply occurred to me that it might prove more productive if we searched as a team.
What makes you think the Doctor and Balazar will be together? -Events.
-Meaning? I don't think the Immortal's orders are always carried out.
Especially when it comes to culling.
-I always supervise the cullings myself.
-I know.
-Then what do you mean? -I think you send people outside.
Then they are destroyed by the fire.
Does it really matter how they die? Depends whether you really believe that the surface of the planet still burns.
-I believe what the Immortal tells me.
-Then you are a liar! The Doctor is with Balazar, isn't he? And both of them have left the subways.
Then why does the Immortal instruct us to search for them? I don't know.
But I think we should talk about it.
Unless you would prefer that I took my suspicion to the Immortal.
-Is the Immortal dead at last? -The Immortal's reign is ended.
Katryca the Great One! Long live Queen Katryca! Long live Queen Katryca! Now the Immortal is dead, how shall men live? In the Tribe of the Free, we have no need of the Immortal.
We shall live as we always lived.
Except now, the Immortal's secrets shall be ours.
How? Do you not see, Broken Tooth? They are ours for the taking.
-The Immortal's castle? -Yes, Balazar.
It is ours now.
All the tools and metal.
All the strange materials that bend and do not break.
All the mysteries and treasures of our ancient forefathers that we shall learn to use again.
Do you not agree? Yeah! -Then let us attack! Doctor! Oh, Doctor, please.
He's a goner.
You can tell by his colour.
Definitely a stiff, Mr Glitz.
Help me get this thing off him.
I shouldn't bother.
He's probably got horrible injuries.
Yeah, those guns blow you to bits! Talking of guns, Dibber, we need the heavy artillery.
Which, if memory serves me, are hidden not more than a million miles from this very spot.
Good idea of mine to bring the multi-blasters, eh, Mr Glitz? I'll teach that two-faced harridan and her ignorant peasants to trifle with Sabalom Glitz.
-But they've gone down the tunnel.
-So? We'll blow them out through the roof.
That is if the robot doesn't get them first.
So let's fetch them, then.
No, you fetch them, Dibber.
I'll meet you at the entrance.
But those multi-blasters must weigh at least Exactly.
That is why I employ you, to fetch and carry.
Now cut along.
There's a good lad.
Doctor! You're alive, I knew it.
Oh! My head hurts abominably, Sarah Jane.
Where are we? -I'm not Sarah Jane, I'm Peri! -Eh? And you're lying under the remains of a robot.
Yes, I remember now.
-Get this thing off me! -I've been trying to.
-Where are Katryca and the others? -They've gone to the tunnels.
Eh? Why? From what I could hear, now they've killed the Immortal, she's planning a takeover.
But this isn't the Immortal, this is just -How long have they been gone? -A few minutes.
-I've got to get after them.
-Why? They've got to be stopped.
The situation's worse than you imagine.
It always is.
How does the great door open? -You turn this.
-Then open it! Balazar, you and Broken Tooth have lived in this blackness.
You will lead the way.
I know a tunnel that passes Marb Station and leads straight to the Immortal's castle.
Then forward! -They look very fierce, Drathro.
-Naturally.
They live as wild creatures.
They are coming towards us.
Humker, you have a gift for the obvious.
Surely they will not attack us.
-That is their intention.
-I do not understand the logic.
-We have not harmed them.
-It is a rebellion.
-What shall we do if they break in? -I shall kill them.
Their guns destroyed the L1, Drathro.
My plating is stronger.
My circuits are protected.
Their guns will kill only you.
But if we die, who will look after your research? The Doctor.
Halt.
I fear the worst.
-What is wrong? We are lost? -Marb Station is back this way.
It is forward, and from thence, the home of the Immortal.
We have no need of indecision in the Tribe of the Free.
Long we have waited for this moment.
The Immortal is dead, and we shall plunder his castle.
The spoils of triumph are ours.
Now think, which is the way? -This way.
-This way.
Am I to be surrounded by fools? We go forward! -But, Katryca -Forward, I say.
I have read it in the flames many times.
We go forward! That is not correct.
Clearly there is a mechanical defect, Humker.
-An electronic malfunction.
-Perhaps the Doctor caused the problem.
-Have you seen this, Drathro? -I do not need to observe.
My condition tells me of the movement failure of the black light system.
-But what could have precipitated it? -There weren't any warning signs.
The destruction of the converter's aerial.
-Destruction? -The service robot monitored the fact as it entered the village.
-Can we repair it? -No.
Soon the black light system will collapse in upon itself and we shall all cease to function.
Trouble is, his refraction dipoles are worn out.
Nothing for it now but to shut the black light system down.
That sounds easy enough.
It is.
But if I shut the black light system down, I must shut Drathro down as well.
I can hardly see him agreeing to that.
What happens if he won't let you? Then the black light system will implode and destroy everything in these tunnels.
Oh, great, so that's why we're going in, is it? Peri, I can't let people die if there's a chance of saving them.
You got the guns, then? Well, it looks like it, Mr Glitz.
I'll tell you something funny, Dibber.
We was wrong about the Doctor.
He's bunked off.
He hasn't bunked off.
He's gone down there.
-What? -I saw him as I came up.
-He had Peri with him.
-So, he is after what we are.
-Well, could be.
-Course he is! I knew it all along.
He's got no more interest in the scientific side of things than I have.
Well, you didn't fool him telling him you're a philatelist, -did you, Mr Glitz? -Philanthropist, you ignorant dink.
Didn't you learn nothing in that remand home? Well, whatever the word, he guessed that you weren't one.
Don't I look like a philanthropist? Well, how do I know? I've never seen one.
A philanthropist, my son, is someone who gives away all their grotzits out of the simple goodness of their heart.
Oh, you mean they're stupid? Oh, yeah, you probably do look like one, then.
Get down that hole.
Oh, dear, they are heavy, aren't they? -Oh, please, Dibber! -You always did despise muscle.
Not at all, lad, not when there are things to carry.
Anyway, Dibber, if we should run into the Doctor again -We shoot him.
-Not a bad idea, lad.
But whatever you do, don't open your big pie-hole and let him know that we're after the stuff.
The remainder of that evidence has been excised, my lady.
-Excised? Why? -By order of the High Council.
This is a judicial inquiry appointed by the High Council, but independently conducted.
It is my duty, Valeyard, to decide what evidence is relevant.
Of course, my lady.
The High Council simply felt that certain areas of testimony -should not be revealed.
-Why not? Against the public interest, my lady.
I cannot conduct a proper and searching inquiry without full access to the evidence.
Naturally, Inquisitor, their honours would be quite prepared to let you consider the full record in camera.
And I think that would be unfair to the defendant.
Do you wish to lodge an official objection at this stage, Doctor? Well, I No, ma'am.
No, let the Valeyard here continue.
Give him enough rope to hang himself, eh? As you wish.
Proceed.
Hurry, Peri, there isn't much time.
How long before this black light thing blows up? There's no telling.
We got to get past Queen Katryca, into the castle and make that demented robot see sense.
So, you have returned.
Merdeen.
Missed your train? The train is noisy.
We hunt by foot.
Oh.
What are you hunting? You.