All language subtitles for Doctor Who (1963) - 23x12 - The Trial of a Time Lord, Part Twelve (Terror of the Vervoids).Broadcast.BRrip.English.HI.C.orig.Addic7ed.com

(DOCTOR WHO THEME)

- What's happening?
- Isn't that obvious?

- Running into turbulence.
- I'd say rather more than turbulence.

Don't talk in riddles, man.

Your colleague is aiming the Hyperion III

into the eye
of the Black Hole of Tartarus.

Bruchner must be stopped.
Get every Vervoid to the bridge area.

(COUGHS)

(ALL COUGHING)

(ALL COUGHING)

- Marsh gas?
- A methane derivative.

Marsh gas?
Where the devil has that come from?

What is it you two know that I don't?

Questions later.
Will smoke masks be any good?

No, they'd be completely inadequate.

You're saying that
none of us can go in there?

- It'd be suicide!
- Here, let me go.

No, it's my ship. If there is a risk
to be taken, I'll take it.

- No!
- There's no need for heroics

from either of you.

Come to the bridge.

(BEEPING)

If they make a hash of it in there,
we're finished.

I doubt if that will happen, Commodore.

I am grateful to you both.

Now that the air is breathable,
I'll resume command.

I am afraid that isn't going to be
possible, Commodore.

What he is stating,
in the usually devious human manner,

is that we are taking over the ship.

A hijack?

But you Mogarians are a peace-loving
race. Violence is repugnant to you.

No one will be harmed
if they obey orders.

Rudge, I will personally see to it
that you rot in jail!

I should restrain that
tongue of yours, Commodore.

The Mogarians
may not believe in violence,

but I don't share their qualms.

All my life, someone like you
has been patronising me,

treating me with contempt.

Well, I'd welcome the opportunity
of settling the score.

Mr Rudge, take the hostages
to the passenger lounge.

Surely you can contact the bridge now?

Still not responding, Mr Doland.
I've just tried.

Hold on, Rudge.

If we are being hijacked,
I think we deserve an explanation.

Any more unexpected moves,

and it won't be an explanation you'll get.

We're being hijacked!

If you don't want to get caught, come on!

Quickly.

No, Doctor.

Over there, away from the door.

Then you won't be tempted
to try anything stupid.

One moment, Commodore,
I'll take the keys to the vault.

Blazes, you will.

Stay back.

Professor Lasky,

reach into the Commodore's pocket
and take out the keys. Carefully!

What do you want in the vault?

For me, not a thing.

The Mogarians are after the consignment
of precious metals.

Got this quaint notion
it was plundered from their planet.

They're just recovering stolen property.

- That can't be your motive.
- It's greed!

Not completely, pride as well.

After this voyage,
I was being written off as a has-been

and put out to grass.

So I decided to arrange
a more comfortable retirement.

(COMMODORE GROANS)

If you have any decency left, you'll get
this man some medical treatment.

There's a first aid kit in the cabinet.

Rudge, this hijack is just a sideshow.
There's a much greater menace.

Not my problem, Doctor.

In less than an hour,
we will rendezvous with our pick-up.

Here, let me. After all, I am a Doctor.

Rudge, you're nothing
but a squalid criminal.

If I am,
where does that place you, Professor?

MOGARIAN ON PA: The Hyperion III
is no longer under the command

of Commodore Travers.

All personnel must remain at their posts.

If there is any attempt to approach
the lounge or the bridge,

the hostages will be killed.

I'll put out a call for help.

(ELECTRONIC CRACKLING)

Oh, great!

Millions of miles from anywhere
and we're completely isolated.

Can you organise a squad of guards?

But you heard what the MOGARIAN said,
they'll kill the hostages.

What makes you think they won't anyway?

You're surely not naive enough
to accept the word of a hijacker.

He's right, we can't just do nothing.

But if the guards go crashing in,
they'll be signing four death warrants.

Not unless we can find a way
of warning the hostages.

You don't believe that Rudge
is behind these killings, do you?

No.

No, he's just a weak man gone rogue.

So, whatever the outcome of this hijack,
we're still at the mercy of a murderer.

Or murderers.

- What are you doing here?
- We did not request refreshment.

(ACID SIZZLING)

(MOGARIANS SCREAMING)

Doctor.

The air duct.

(WHISPERING) What you're doing in there,
don't you know dangerous it is?

Shall I join you?

There's going to be an attack
on the lounge.

When you hear the fire alarm,
dive for cover.

- No.
- What do you mean, "No"?

Too risky. Attack the bridge.

- The bridge?
- You heard.

Now get out of that air duct, quickly.

Okay.

It is not only we who kill animal-kind.

They kill each other.

They have no respect for any form of life.

We shall resume the hunt.

Oxygen's toxic to a MOGARIAN.

Yes, but how?
I mean, who could have done this?

Forget playing the detective.
Let's concentrate on the living.

Rudge has to be convinced
that the hijack's a lost cause.

And that's going to take
more than words.

Well, those face plates,
they'll do the trick.

(SHRIEKING)

(KNOCKING AT DOOR)

MEL: Mr Rudge, hold your fire,
we're coming in.

The Mogarians are dead.

Leave him to the guards.
Get up on the bridge. Now.

Once I get this ship back on course,

I want some answers from you, Professor.
And that goes for you, too, Doctor.

I haven't been holding out
on you, Commodore.

There's an audiotape
that will explain everything.

- Then why haven't I heard it?
- Because it's been stolen.

I would like carte blanche
to search all the cabins.

- You've got it.
- Another request, I need a phaser.

A phaser? You?

Exceptional circumstances require
exceptional measures.

I don't buy that.

And why the public announcement
about the tape?

Everyone could hear.

Could they?

I recognise that innocent tone.
What's going on?

Mel, I entered this affair as a Judas goat.

I intend to re-adopt the role.

Now, if Professor Lasky had the tape,
where do you think she'd hide it?

- Lasky?
- Mmm.

Her cabin, or her locker in the gym.

(GASPS)

What are you?

If you're looking
for a certain tape, Doctor,

I don't think you'll find it in there.

Does that mean you've hidden it
somewhere else?

Obviously, a denial isn't going
to impress you.

May I know of what I am accused?

Murder, amongst other things.

Murder? Am I supposed
to treat this seriously?

I have narrowed
the suspects down to two,

you and Professor Lasky.

Then I suggest you search
the Professor's cabin.

I already have.

You really are serious.

I'm never frivolous about murder.

So, this tape, it's important?

- Crucial.
- I see.

Well, I know I'm innocent, and I can't
believe the Professor's guilty,

but if it'll end this nonsense, then...

I know of another place
where the Professor keeps things.

If you've finished with my tracksuit...

I was just admiring the... the design.

Don't bother to lie,
you're not very good at it.

No tape.

That's what you were hoping to find,
wasn't it?

(FRUSTRATED GRUNT)

I'm afraid the Professor has the only key.

And you're not going to object
if I force it open?

(DEVICE BUZZES)

Doctor.

Your tape.

Not that it'll do you much good.
I've wiped it.

Yes, I rather thought
you might have done.

You still suspected me,
yet you came down here?

A reckless streak. I'm prone to them.

It wasn't difficult to pinpoint you.

The first murder could only have been
carried out by someone

with access to this unit.
The second needed poison.

Even the abortive attempt on Mel's life

could only have been committed by
someone who could go unchallenged

into the Isolation Room
and get the an aesthetic.

All this could have applied to Lasky.

No, not the Mogarians.

She was a hostage
when they were slaughtered.

And my motive?

Could be jealousy, professional envy.

I'd say it was
the more commonplace avarice.

Then you're not as astute
as I thought, Doctor.

Those creatures, we call them Vervoids,
represent vast economic power.

Provided you can get them back to Earth.

Oh, but I shall, no matter what the cost.

And robots can be dumped
on a scrap heap.

Vervoids will run the factories
and farms at practically no cost.

All they need is sunlight and water.

I take it you have someone
willing to finance this exploitation.

A consortium with the vision to
recognise the potential of the Vervoids.

Vision? You're talking
about slave lab our!

The most enduring and spectacular
empire, Rome, was built on slave lab our.

Came to a pretty unpleasant end, though.

Which brings us neatly to you.

I took the precaution of disarming it.

I also took the precaution of taking
the Commodore into my confidence.

Throw him in the brig.

Doland will soon be joining them.

(SCREAMING)

No, no, I'm not your enemy.

Without me, you wouldn't exist.
I'm your friend.

(SHOOTS)

You created these psychopaths.
Tell me how to get rid of them.

The Vervoids are not psychopaths.

Doctor, I heard them say
they intended to wipe us out.

Something must have gone wrong,
radically wrong.

A malfunction of the DNA.

Why is it none of you can see
what's so glaringly obvious?

Maybe we lack your divine insight.

- No divine insight, just logic.
- Logic?

When you overheard the Vervoids, Mel,
how did they describe us?

Um, wait a second...

Animal-kind.

Not human beings, not Mogarians.
Animal-kind.

- I hope this is relevant.
- It is, he's making sense.

The Vervoids are plants.

At some stage, directly or indirectly,
all animal-kind consumes plant life.

Without it, we'd perish.

I must have been blinded
by professional vanity.

Bruchner saw it. I should have, too.

Doctor, if you're right,

then coexistence with the Vervoids
is an impossibility.

It's a question of self-preservation,
kill or be killed.

A conflict in which there can be
no justice.

Equally, there's no choice,
and that goes for you too, Doctor.

We need your undivided commitment.

And there you have it, the direct request.

I did not meddle.
I was presented with an appeal.

And not just from anybody,

but from the man in whom
authority was vested.

I accept your argument.
Nor, Valeyard, can you refute it.

Perhaps we should await the outcome
of this adventure, my lady.

Doctor, do you wish to continue?

There's not enough left
to make a spoonful of herbicide.

The Vervoids must have got here first.

Any more ideas, Doctor?

Why can't I rid myself of the feeling

we're approaching this
the wrong way round?

Professor, do Vervoid chloroplasts
function normally?

A cytogeneticist now?
You're a man of varied talents.

Don't prevaricate, Professor.

Yes, Vervoid chloroplasts trap sunlight
as is normal with all plants.

(HEAVY BREATHING)

Doctor, there's something out there.

- Is there another exit?
- Not this side of the hold.

I'm going to talk to them.

- They won't listen!
- Perhaps they will. To me.

I wasn't going to exploit them
like Doland, they'll know that.

They'll spare no one!

- I have to try.
- Doctor!

- You must know who I am.
- Yes, Professor Lasky, we do.

Then you must also be aware
that I mean you no harm.

All animal-kind is our enemy, Professor,

even you.

(GROANS)

MEL: How could they?

It's obscene.

Not to a Vervoid.

You can't justify it.

It's just...

(WHIMPERS)

It's a matter of perspective, Mel.

In your house in Pease Pottage,
you had a large garden.

What did you do with the plants
and weeds you uprooted?

Put them on a compost heap.

They're obeying instinct.

Like migrating birds or salmon
swimming relentlessly upstream

to spawn even though they might die.

A compulsive following of the life cycle.

Come on, Mel.

It's useless, Commodore!
They're everywhere!

- We need your help, Commodore.
- Name it.

Like the Vervoids,
we're being driven by blind instinct.

- Kill or be killed.
- We've been over that.

What if instead of bringing their lives
to an abrupt end,

we did the opposite,
accelerated the Vervoid life cycle?

How the blazes do we do that?

- Vionesium.
- Vionesium?

A rare metal found
on the airless planet of Mogar.

- And worth a prince's ransom.
- Or a hijack.

You mean, there's a consignment
on board?

That's right, in the vault.

But how will this Vionesium
accelerate the Vervoid life cycle?

It's a substance similar to magnesium.

Exposed to oxygenated air,
it releases incredibly intense light

and carbon dioxide.

Spring, summer, autumn,
all condensed into a few moments.

Seasons which I may be a long time
enjoying again

if I go robbing my own vault.

Seasons you can forget if you don't.
We've seen what these creatures can do.

You've no alternative, Commodore.

You can't send for outside help,
the ship's completely cut off.

The Doctor's the only hope you've got.

All right, Doctor,
you can have the Vionesium.

What's the drill?

First, you must drive the Vervoids
back to their lair.

Me?

Plunge the ship into darkness.

They're never going to give up!

Attention all passengers and crew,

a major fault
has developed in the generators.

To effect necessary repairs,
the heating will be shut down

and auxiliary lighting only
will be in operation.

Are all the Vervoids here?

There is still another to come.

This power fault could be a trick.

What can they gain?

Animal-kind need
the life-support system.

They must repair
the generator to survive.

(HEAVY BREATHING)

(MEL SHRIEKING)

(MEL SHRIEKS)

DOCTOR: The Vionesium, Mel!

You can restore power, it's over.

Restore power.

- Till we meet again, Mel. Doctor.
- Yes.

Don't say that.
I owe you my thanks, Doctor,

but let's make this the sweet sorrow
of a final parting, hmm?

I shall remember that the next time
we get a mayday call.

She means that too.
Memory like an elephant.

That's his idea of a compliment,
comparing me to an elephant.

But so ludicrously appropriate,
I find it amusing.

Well, at least if you're laughing,
you can't be singing.

You ever heard his rendering of
on with the Motley?

Count your blessings.

Bye.

(WHOOSHING)

(DOCTOR SINGING ON WITH THE MOTLEY)

Did none of the unfortunate creatures
survive, Doctor?

No, my lady. Had even a leaf survived
and fallen on fertile soil,

a Vervoid would have grown.

Every Vervoid was destroyed
by your ingenious plan.

Yes.

Whether or not the Doctor has proved
himself innocent of meddling

is no longer the cardinal issue
before this court.

He has proved himself guilty
of a far greater crime.

You refer to Article Seven
of Gallifreyan law?

No, my lady, that cannot apply!

Had a single Vervoid reached Earth,
the human race would've been eliminated!

Article Seven permits no exceptions.

The Doctor has destroyed
a complete species.

The charge must now be genocide.