All language subtitles for Doctor Who (1963) - 23x09 - The Trial of a Time Lord, Part Nine (Terror of the Vervoids).Broadcast.BRrip.English.HI.C.orig.Addic7ed.com

(DOCTOR WHO THEME)

We are all aware of your
feelings of sorrow, Doctor.

Has the recess given you sufficient time

to overcome the distress
of your bereavement?

I doubt that there will ever be
sufficient time for that, my lady.

May we not proceed, my lady?

The cavalier manner in which the Doctor
permitted his young companion

to be destroyed militates against
this charade of concern.

The Doctor is fighting for his life, Valeyard.
However, I do take your point.

Doctor, are you ready
to present your evidence?

Yes.

Yes, I am grateful to you, Madam,

for according me the same privileges
as the Valeyard

that will allow me access to the Matrix.

- My excursion will be into the future.
- The future?

Is it going to be the Doctor's defence
that he improves?

- Precisely.
- This, I must see.

My submission concerns a crisis
which threatens the lives

not only of a group of people
confined together

with no means of escape,

but would, if unresolved, threaten
every mortal being on the planet Earth.

Proceed.

Mogar, a planet on the Perseus Arm
of the Milky Way.

Rich in rare metals,

a top priority consignment
of these precious metals

is being loaded aboard Hyperion III,
an inter-galactic liner

that ferries between Mogar and Earth.

A scheduled flight
in the Earth year 2986.

Crew ls aboard.

The last passengers are reporting in.

Many will never complete the journey.

For, in order to protect a secret
hidden on the space liner,

one will become a murderer.

Am I expected to trust my life,
for millions of miles,

to a bunch of incompetents who
can't even get my luggage aboard

without losing it?

Your luggage, Professor?
It's not in your cabin?

- Really! Do I have to repeat myself?
- I'm sure we can sort it out.

- Problems, Janet? Let me help.
- And who are you?

Security Officer Rudge, Professor.
Now, which cabin did you go to?

You're asking,
and you're the Security Officer?

Cabin six, where else?

May I see your key, please?

Ah, no. The other way round, I think.

You are in cabin nine and that is where
you will find your luggage, Professor.

Let's hope so.

- You're in cabin six, Mr Grenville.
- Thank you.

Mr Grenville...

Security Officer Rudge.
If you have any problems...

Mr Hallet, how pleasant. At least
one face not belonging to a stranger.

I'm sorry. I think you must be mistaken.

No, surely not. We met three years ago,
on Stella Stora.

You came to investigate
shortages in the granary.

My name is Grenville,
and I've never been to Stella Stora.

You're obviously confusing me
with someone else.

But I could have sworn.
Even the voice is the same.

An investigator?

Bruchner, go and check
the safety measures

for the Isolation Room. Immediately.

That's the final batch.
Get your men ashore.

Hyperion flight 7113 is now in progress.

- 23, 24, 25, 26, 27, 28, 29, 30...
- 23, 24, 25, 26, 27, 28, 29, 30...

- 31, 32, 33, 34, 35, 36, 37...
- 31, 32, 33, 34, 35, 36, 37...

- 38, 39, 40.
- 38, 39, 40.

This will buck you up.

- Carrot juice!
- It'll do you good.

Honestly, carrots are full of vitamin A.

Mel, have you studied my ears lately?

It's your waistline I'm concerned about.

No, seriously, though.

Is it my imagination
or have they started to grow longer?

Listen, when I start to call you
Neddy, then you can worry.

Drink up.

You'll worry sooner when I start to bray.

You startled me!

(SPEAKING MOGARIAN)

You haven't got
your translator switched on, sir.

- Why did we not depart on schedule?
- We were delayed for a late arrival.

A gentleman from your planet,
as a matter of fact.

- A MOGARIAN?
- Yes, sir.

- Anything interesting?
- Maybe. Unidentified craft.

I've tried all the standard frequencies.

- Without response?
- Not a bleep.

- Perhaps it's a piece of space flotsam.
- You make delicious coffee, Janet.

Oh, well, if you don't want
the benefit of my advice.

Let's try you on hyper-frequency.

(ELECTRONIC BEEPING)

69,70, 71,72, 75...

(ELECTRONIC BEEPING)

Quickly, Mel, press the red button.
Get the message on the screen.

- Press it! Press it!
- I have! You said red.

Did I? Must be the carrot juice
making me Colour blind.

MEL: Mayday call? We have to respond!

DOCTOR: Practically on our doorstep.

(WHOOSHING)

Come on, Doctor. Come on, hurry.

How I keep up with you is a constant
source of amazement to me.

No one sends a mayday call
unless it's a matter of life and death.

Yes. Let's exercise the grey cells
for once, shall we?

Rather than the muscles.

That was no ordinary mayday call.

It was beamed
specifically at the TARDIS.

So it's from someone who knows you.

- In which case, why wasn't it signed?
- Panic. Desperation.

Well, we won't find out by
hanging about in here, will we?

We won't go blundering
into a trap, either.

I've never seen this side of you before.

You're usually the one
who goes charging in regardless.

- Can't you sense it, Mel?
- Sense what?

Evil. There's evil in this place.

I've got a better idea.
Let's go to Pyro Shika,

- a fascinating planet with...
- Doctor!

Doctor.

So much for your enthusiasm.
Let me do the talking.

- Now, listen, my man. I can explain...
- Shut up. Move.

- You never heard anything?
- Not a sound.

- Nor saw anything?
- I've already told you!

No one's blaming you, laddy,

but I thought perhaps now
that your head is clearer...

I was concentrating
on the unidentified craft.

From which you failed to get a response.

Mr Edwardes,
what about the security tape?

Deactivated, sir.

Which indicates
knowledge of our procedures.

- Just my thoughts, too, Commodore.
- I'm sure.

- How about the rest of the equipment?
- In perfect order, sir.

That leaves only one objective
your assailant could have had.

To send a message.

I was trying not to state
the obvious, Mr Rudge.

That'll do. Report to the medic
before returning to duty.

- Thank you, sir.
- Will you please stop poking

that contraption into my spine?

We heard a noise in the cargo hold,
Mr Rudge, and found these two.

Is it? Yes, it is. Captain Tonker Travers.

- Commodore.
- DOCTOR: Oh!

Of all the places in
this infinite universe,

- you have to turn up on my ship.
- Commodore?

That means this is
a grade one security craft.

Yes. And I should like to know
how you got here.

Don't bother, Rudge. I know how.
What I don't know is why.

- But didn't you send the mayday call?
- Me?

- We had to respond.
- That's true, sir.

I am fully conversant
with the navigational code, Mr Edwardes.

I thought you were
reporting to the medic.

Yes, sir.

I authorised no mayday signal.

My Communications Officer is attacked
and then you appear.

And a fat lot of thanks
we've got for our pains.

If I seem to lack gratitude,
young woman...

Melanie. Known as Mel.

It is because on the previous occasion
that the Doctor's path crossed mine,

I found myself involved
in a web of mayhem and intrigue.

Ah, saved your ship, though, Commodore.

Yes, you did, though whether
it would have been at risk

without your intervention
is another matter.

Whatever happened in the past

doesn't alter the fact
that a mayday call was sent.

Not by you, though, Commodore,
so let's make this hail and farewell...

- Stand easy, Doctor. You're not leaving.
- We're not?

I'd rather have you where I can
see you, than swanning around outside.

Conduct them to the lounge.

Consider yourself restricted
to passenger quarters.

In other words, welcome aboard.

Stowaways. I could have done without
that on my final service report.

If you're expecting an easy ride
on your last voyage, mister,

I'm afraid you're not gonna get it.

I think you're being a mite unfair, sir.

Am I? Well, don't be too diligent
in policing the Doctor.

Can I have clarification
of that instruction, sir?

Give him enough rope
and he will snare our culprit for us.

Far cry from the carefree life
of Pease Pottage, eh, Mel?

I'm not complaining.

You're really worried, aren't you?

I can't rid myself of the feeling
I'm being used.

Whoever sent that message knew me.

There's a made-to-measure candidate.

- There is?
- The Commodore.

- He's met you before.
- He'd have said.

Would he? Admit he needs
outside assistance?

Intriguing possibility, but that's all.

The quickest way out of this
is to solve the mystery.

That could also be
the quickest way into trouble.

- Why don't you ask for a passenger list?
- Don't hustle me, Mel.

Who's hustling? ALI I'm saying
is that you might recognise a name.

- Simple, isn't it?
- Mmm.

- Meanwhile?
- Meanwhile, I wander around,

poke my nose
into a few nooks and crannies

and see if anyone tries to make contact.

Remember, we were restricted
to the passenger quarters.

This is only the lounge.

Looking for something, miss?

- I see you've a gymnasium.
- Needed on a long trip like this.

I thought I might do a bit of limbering up.

That's the spirit. Let me take you there.

So you can keep tabs on me?

(RUDGE LAUGHS)

Why would I want to do that?

- I wonder if you can help me.
- I'll do my best.

I'd like to see a copy
of the passenger list.

Put the headset on, miss.

(FAST-PACED MUSIC)

Sorry. If you get tired of aerobics,
Just select another tape.

They come complete
with instructions and music.

MEL: Thank you.

Professor, we have a problem
in the Hydroponic Centre.

The Hydroponic Centre?
What's happened?

- It's been broken into.
- Get Bruchner down there.

He's in the Isolation Room.

(MUSIC SWITCHES OFF)

Yes? Yes, I heard, but who's speaking?

You're very persuasive, Doctor.
But I can't possibly...

Ah! Here's the man
who could give you permission.

- No, no, no, don't bother.
- Permission for what?

It's not important, it's just a whim.

I'm subject to whims, so I'm told.

- The Doctor wants a passenger list.
- Why not?

Indeed, the idea makes good sense.

Mmm. Well, if I could just spot
a familiar name...

We'd get our culprit,
you'd bid us farewell.

I should have thought of that myself,
Doctor.

Sign of age.
I'm due to retire after this voyage.

No, no. All complete strangers,
I'm afraid.

- Pity.
- Thank you.

He's been in touch.
He wants you to meet him in cabin six.

- Did you see him? Get a name?
- No, just a message. Let's go.

Before you go rushing off, Mel,
do you know what a Judas goat is?

Yes, it's a decoy goat

that's tied to the stake to lure
the tiger out into the open.

Getting badly mauled in the process.

I think I shall refuse the role.

Then where are you going?

For a non-provocative stroll
around the deck.

You appalling dunderhead, Doland!
Couldn't you have repaired this?

I assumed you'd want to see the damage
for yourself, Professor.

And I suppose it never penetrated your
thick, academic skull to check the pods.

That was the first thing I did.
They're stable.

Professor Lasky, the Demeter seeds.
They're gone.

Hello? Anyone at home?

- You're not supposed to be in here.
- And what about you?

- Hmm?
- Going for a stroll?

You just said that to put me off.

There's no sense in putting
two heads into the noose.

- Ever heard of safety in numbers?
- Mmm...

Looks like someone's
been in a fight for their life.

Yes. Question is...

Did they succeed?

(BEEPS)

COMMODORE: Yes?

RUDGE: Would you come down, sir?

Where?

Waste disposal unit.
There's been an accident.

(ALARM SOUNDING)

- What is it?
- Emergency in the waste disposal unit.

Cut the klaxon.

(ALARM STOPS)

Accident?

Why can't you use
plain language, mister?

Whoever's been dumped in there
has been pulverised into fragments

and sent floating in space
and in my book that's murder.

- Have you called a medic for this man?
- Of course, sir. Straight away.

Then I suggest
you begin earning your salary

and find out who that belonged to.

I may be able to help you there,
Commodore.

Somehow that doesn't surprise me.

If you'd rather I left it to Mr Rudge...

The passenger in cabin six
sent for the Doctor.

When we got there, he was gone.

Doesn't follow that
he wound up in the pulveriser.

The room was a wreck.

And there was a single shoe,
exactly the same pattern as that.

To be complete, the syllogism
only requires its grim conclusion.

And naturally you have never met
the man or know why he sent for you.

- We don't even know his name.
- It was Grenville, sir. A mineralogist.

Any suggestions why a mineralogist
who wanted to see you should be killed?

None at all.

Or why it is that every time
you appear on the scene,

people begin to die?

Hey, I don't care who you are. You've
no right to say that to the Doctor.

Yes, he does, Mel.

Well?

Never mind them.
Is the Isolation Room safe?

Yes, the emergency was
in the waste disposal unit.

Then we can relax.
Nothing to do with us.

That"s your assessment, is it Professor?
The danger's passed?

(DOCTOR SIGHING)

Well, that's it, then. End of the line.

What do you mean?

Well, our contact...

Obviously, he's the one
who's been pulverised.

- So we give up?
- What else?

The Hydroponic Centre.

I told you about the sudden panic
when I was in here.

My dear Melanie, if you wish to pursue
this completely arbitrary course,

pray, hurry along
to the Hydroponic Centre,

and leave me to my static
and solitary peregrinations.

Hold it! Just a minute!
I don't remember that.

How could you remember?
These events are in your future.

But I reviewed that section earlier
when I was preparing my defence.

There have been changes.
That isn't what happened.

The girl, Melanie,
her information was important.

I wouldn't have just ignored it,
completely uncharacteristic,

and the words, misused,
didn't even sound like mine.

What isn't completely uncharacteristic

is this resort to excuses and subterfuge.

To gloss over the death of Peri,

the Doctor conveniently presents us
with another companion.

Hardly a convenience, Valeyard.
These events are in the Doctor's future,

he would not have met
the young woman yet.

I stand corrected.

But my assumption of why he has pursued
such an arbitrary course

in aborting this tale still remains.

"Arbitrary course"?

Your assumption, Valeyard?

- That she too is going to her death.
- No! No, I'm sorry, Madam,

I can't explain, but I have a feeling
I am being manipulated.

- That the evidence is being distorted.
- Preposterous! Absolutely preposterous!

Forgive me, Sagacity,
the idea the Matrix could lie. No!

- It is we who are being manipulated.
- DOCTOR: No!

- To obscure the damaging truth!
- No, this is total fabrication!

The truth, Doctor! You sent your
companion down the cargo hold

into a situation which you described,
I quote,

"Can't you sense it, Mel? Evil.
There's evil in this place."

No! No, this is all wrong.
Every instinct of which I am capable,

- would have made me prevent her!
- Yet you did not!

Doctor, either you continue
with your submission

or I must consider the evidence
for the defence to be concluded.

What are you doing
prowling around down here?

Prowling? Why should I be prowling?

Because this is off-limits.
And I suspect you know it.

I just wanted to have a peep
at the Hydroponic Centre.

Any reason in particular?

I think it might tie in
with that mysterious mayday call.

I'm not going to touch anything.

What harm could it do?

I'll no doubt regret this,
but come on, a conducted tour only,

no wandering off on your own.

Tell me, who's the woman
with the dragon's voice?

Professor Sarah Lasky.
She's an agronomist.

So are her two assistants,
Bruchner and Doland.

So was the Hydroponic Centre
set up specially for them?

Yes, we had to allocate part of the hold.

Why is only low spectrum light
allowed in the place?

Something to do with photosynthesis.

Low spectrum light allows
the plants to stay dormant.

Now, I'll go first. We don't want you
breaking your neck.

At least, not until...

(EDWARDES SCREAMING)

(MEL SCREAMING)