All language subtitles for Doctor Who (1963) - 23x14 - The Trial of a Time Lord, Part Fourteen (The Ultimate Foe).Broadcast.BRrip.English.HI.C.orig.Addic7ed.com

(DOCTOR WHO THEME)

No!

(GROANING)

Hang on!

Where are you?

Oh, no!

Don't give in.
I'm coming.

Doctor? Doctor?

(GRUNTS)

What a way to go!

All in all, he wasn't a bad old codger.

Honest, of course.

Still, nobody's perfect.

DOCTOR: And that's the clue. Nobody is.

Not even the Valeyard.

Great cosmic protector of
grafters and dissemblers,

save me! Save me!

A voice from the grave.

No, a grave voice.

Bad joke.

But everything round here is a bad joke.

No mud?

But I saw...

Your ankle arm our.

- I don't get it.
- Oh, do concentrate, Glitz!

How often must I tell you?

We're not dealing with reality.

Why waste your breath
on that simple-minded oaf?

You cannot speak as though reality is
a one-dimensional concept.

Fortunately, there is a reality that
you and I can both agree on.

The ultimate reality.

Death?

"The undiscovered country
from whose bourn no traveller returns."

"Puzzles the will."
Hamlet Act Three, Scene One.

I really must curb these urges.

I have no wish to be contaminated
by your whims and idiosyncrasies.

Quite so.

But what I don't comprehend...

He's over here, Doc.

Slippery customer, your other persona.

What I don't comprehend is
why you want me dead.

No.

No, let me rephrase that.

It would satisfy my curiosity

to know why you should go to such
extraordinary lengths to kill me.

VALEYARD: Come now, Doctor.

How else can I obtain my freedom?

Operate as a complete entity,

unfettered by your side of my existence?

Only by ridding myself of you
and your misplaced morality.

Your constant crusading. Your...

- Idiotic honesty?
- Oaf. Microbe.

Pardon me for trying to help.
I'm neutral in this set-up, you know.

Only by releasing myself
from the misguided maxims

that you nurture can I be free.

Sounds to me like armageddon's
beckoning you, Doc.

With you destroyed
and no longer able to constrain me,

and with unlimited access to the Matrix,
there will be nothing beyond my reach.

Where are you off to now?

- To trace the Valeyard.
- But he was here.

Illusion, Glitz.
The shadow, not the substance.

But if you don't want to come,
you can stay here and build sandcastles.

I'm sure if you think hard enough,
you can conjure up a bucket and spade.

Tell you something,

if you two meet face to face,
five grotzis gives you ten,

he's first past the chequered flag.

What's that?

Back pedal!

Another illusion?

- Alas, no.
- Sea mist? Fog?

Asphyxiating nerve gas.
This is in deadly earnest.

If you gotta tell jokes,
tell someone else's. Yours are schlock!

Run!

We can't just sit here and do nothing.

We've got to help him.

The Doctor chose to enter the Matrix.
We are not empowered to interfere.

If I may, my lady,
you are applying logical thought

to a situation that recognises no logic.

Give me the key to the Matrix.

I'm going in there.

Welcome, Doctor.

(BOTH COUGHING)

Well, I never thought
I'd welcome the sight of you.

It will not happen again.

What puzzles me is
why it's happening now.

The explanation is quite simple.

I want the Valeyard eliminated.

And you are the most likely candidate
to achieve that.

Hang on!

You told me
this flashy fair-haired personage

was the one you wanted to croak.

With the Doctor as my enemy,
I always have the advantage.

But the Valeyard,

the distillation of all that's
evil in you, untainted by virtue,

a composite of your every dark thought,
is a different proposition.

Additionally, he's infuriated me
by threatening to deny me

the pleasure of personally
bringing about your destruction.

And so, he must pay the price.

And you, Glitz, shall help me to collect.

(ELECTRONIC PULSING)

Would I be wrong in thinking

that the Doctor will soon be
needing a machanite overcoat?

Nothing so crude.

He's merely being reduced
to a catatonic state.

Cata-what?

The violent assault on his senses
will trip a defensive mechanism

and his brain will switch off.

- He'll become a zombie.
- Temporarily.

Long enough for my purposes.

(LOUD ELECTRONIC PULSING)

(WHOOSHING)

Walk.

Stop.

This should prove an irresistible bait
for the VALEYARD.

You Time Lords take the cake.

Talk about devious.

Compared to you lot,
I'm transparent as crystal.

Poor old Doc.

MASTER: Stop slobbering.

Get over here.

(WHOOSHING)

You really are a second-rate adversary.

Did you imagine I'd be lured
by such a transparent ploy?

(LAUGHING)

This could all be an illusion.

Then stay here and find out.

(GROANS)

MELANIE: Doctor.

Where are you, Doctor?

Doctor!

Mel?

Doctor, is that you?

Yes, of course it's me. Where are you?

This way.

Quickly!

What are you doing in the Matrix?

Forget the questions.

You're alive.
That's all that matters.

Now please, follow me.

Before it's too late.

Where are we going?

To get you out of this unholy mess.

But that's the Seventh Door.
You're taking me back to the trial room.

Doctor, trust me.

Don't you see that
until you've cleared your name

you're no better than the Valeyard is.

A renegade on the run.

An outcast.

Quite the pragmatist, aren't you?

You're quite right, of course.

Let's get it over with.

Doctor.

You owe the court an apology.

Well, if I do,
then it is unreservedly offered, madam.

The charge of genocide is
based on your own evidence.

And refuted by the Doctor.

Seems you have a champion
in this young woman.

I was there, remember?

Would you accept her
as an impartial witness?

I would trust Mel with my life.

Good.

Keeper.

DOCTOR: The Vionesium, Mel!

Is that a true record of what occurred?

What shall I say, Doctor?

Just tell the truth.

Yes, but I don't want her
to twist it like the Valeyard did.

The truth can't harm me.

That's what happened.

Is it your contention that
the Doctor was solely responsible

for devising the scheme we are presently
reviewing on the Matrix?

Absolutely.

Without the Doctor,
we would have all ended up

on the Vervoids' revolting compost heap.

A unique solution.

MELANIE: Out of this world.

An appropriate expression,
wouldn't you say, my lords?

(TIME LORDS MUMBLING ASSENT)

Appropriate?

Something's going wrong here.
I can sense it.

You said the truth couldn't harm you.

Yet I have a feeling
I'm attending a lynching party.

Tell them you had no choice, Doctor.

There is always a choice.

Doctor, you stand accused of genocide.

The evidence is incontrovertible.
The verdict is guilty.

- MEL: No!
- Your life is therefore forfeit.

- Take him from this court.
- No. Leave him alone.

Unless we are prepared
to sacrifice our lives

for the good of all,

then evil and anarchy will spread
like the plague.

The rule of law must prevail.

Madam,

I accept your verdict.

MEL: Switch it off.

Switch it off!

The Doctor has been tricked
into believing that

that was the real trial room.

The Vale yard's illusion has
deliberately taken advantage

of the Doctor's romantic nature.

He's convinced
he must sacrifice himself,

and you're content to let him.

We cannot interfere.

Well, I can!

(VOICES LAUGHING)

(LAUGHTER CONTINUES)

(VOICES SINGING) ♪ London's burning,
London's burning...

(LAUGHTER)

(BELL TOLLING)

(PIANO PLAYING JAUNTY TUNE)

MASTER: Glitz. Glitz.

Sabalom Glitz.

(VOICE CHANTING)
Death... Death... Death...

Death... Death... Death...

Death... Death... Death...
Death... Death...

Tis a far, far better thing that I do

than I have ever done.

Tis a far, far better

rest that I go to

than I have ever known.

Never mind the Sydney Carton heroics.

You're not signing on as a martyr yet.

Go away, Mel. Go away.

That trial was an illusion.

(GROANING)

- You've ruined everything.
- Ruined?

I've just saved your neck.

All you've done is keep me from
a confrontation with the Valeyard.

- But you were on your way to...
- To a death chamber

as a result of a bogus trial
and my noble act of self-sacrifice.

You knew it was an illusion?

- How come?
- Because of you, Mel.

In your evidence, you testified you had
heard me deny the charge of genocide.

But you weren't even there.

You hadn't been inside
the courtroom at that time.

And with your extraordinary ability
of total recall,

you wouldn't have made
such an elementary mistake.

Okay. Okay. I'm not deaf.

The Valeyard overestimates
his own cleverness.

Like all megalomaniacs,

he is consumed with his own vanity.

There.

That should inflame his bloated ego.

Come on.

Where?

To find Mr J.J. Chambers.

I want you to rejoin the Doctor
and lead him to the Valeyard.

No chance.

You don't catch me going near
no more quill pens again.

I'm just going to stay here
till I can get back to my own kind

and some honest thieving.

Splendid. Splendid. Listen to me!

Are you listening, Sabalom Glitz?

Not really, I was just wondering

how many grotzis
this little bauble cost you.

Perhaps this will appeal
to your crass soul.

Truly a wondrous sight
for a connoisseur such as myself.

There isn't a living creature
in the universe

I couldn't bribe with this little lot.

Yours if you follow my orders.

I still reckon we'd be better off
outside the Matrix.

Oh. Oh, you do?

It seems to me we should try
and draw the Valeyard out

to where the odds would be more even.

And how do we do that?

I hate to say this, but use you as bait.

Assuming that it's me he's after.

Oh, come on.

Just look at the elaborate lengths
he's gone to already.

Yes. Yes, they were elaborate,
weren't they?

Perhaps too elaborate.

There are times in our relationship

when [ feel
an interpreter wouldn't come amiss.

Don't go through that...

(SCREAMING)

Door.

Sticky fingers, Mr Glitz?

The Matrix memory bank.

I thought this was destroyed on Ravolox.

That was a duplicate.
This is the master tape.

Phase three, four, five, and six.

All the secrets of the Matrix.

Not all.

The primitive phases one and two
have been relegated to the archives.

Now kindly put it back
and do as you're told.

- I'd give my soul for this.
- You would?

Would you indeed?

You'd like to negotiate,
Mr Popplewick? Sir?

Look at this, Mel.

MEL: A list of names.

Of Time Lords attending my trial.

Every member
of the Ultimate Court of Appeal,

the supreme guardians
of Gallifreyan law.

Why are they all crossed through?

Do you notice something else?

No.

The handwriting.

It's yours.

I really must protest
at this unseemly behaviour.

You are contravening
all known procedure.

Due to my not inconsiderable
powers of persuasion,

this minion has agreed
to take us to his boss,

The mysterious Mr J. J. Chambers.

- Will you lead the way, Mr Popplewick?
- No.

No, not through there.

Mr Chambers is
across the courtyard, sir.

If he isn't, there will be
one bureaucrat less in the Matrix.

DOCTOR: Ah, just a minute.

You won't be needing this,
Mr Popplewick.

Very astute of you, Doc.

You should live a long time.

I already have.

Over 900 years.

What's the secret?

Secret, Mel?

What secret?

You know,

I am beginning to realise that
I have misjudged Mr J. J. Chambers,

alias the Valeyard.

Not for the first time.

In fact, how you've managed
to survive 900-odd years beats me.

We had an agreement.

I've done my bit.
I've delivered the Doctor.

Uh-uh.

The Matrix memory tapes first.

Oh, very well.

Tell the Doctor I didn't sell him
down the Milky Way for nothing.

I'm sure that will be a consolation
to him in his final moments.

MASTER: Very astute, Sabalom Glitz.

But this is loaded.

What's that for?

I thought we trusted each other.

I was on my way to see you.

My trust of you is in equal proportion
to your trust of me.

The TARDIS is over there.

Such craftsmanship!

Pride in every cog and piston.

Doctor, there is another priority,
the Valeyard. Remember?

Yeah, how could I forget?

- Where's Glitz?
- I don't know.

Decided to stay outside on guard,
perhaps. Eh, Mr Popplewick?

Yes.

I perceive Mr Chambers is not here.

- I shall go and find him for you, sir.
- Yes.

Yes, you do that, Mr Popplewick.

If I knew what you were looking for,
maybe I could help.

I'm awfully sorry, sir.
I don't seem able to locate Mr Chambers.

Yes.

Well, I rather thought
you might have some trouble.

Who's that?

- Don't just stand there, Mel. Help me!
- Unhand me. Stop!

This is preposterous.

You will regret this.

Mr Chambers will demand an explanation

for this iniquitous, this wicked behaviour.

Well, let's ask him. Shall we?

MEL: How did you know?

The performance was
too grotesque to be real.

I have never been able to resist
a touch of the Grand Guignol.

Have we?

You'll soon have ample scope
to indulge in melodrama.

DOCTOR: Really? Why?

A megabyte modem.

A maser.

- A maser?
- An acronym.

For "microwave amplification
and stimulated emission of radiation".

But what does it do?

Yes, Doctor, enlighten us.

Disseminate the news.

Disseminate...

A particle disseminator!

The ultimate weapon.

Even subatomic particles,
gravitons, quarks, tau-mesons,

all completely disseminated.

Destroy us and you destroy yourself.

(LAUGHING)

What's the joke?

I've just realised.

My writing. Our writing.

A hit list.

But how?

These Time Lords, or supreme guardians
of the law, as you called them,

are all in the trial room,
and we're in the Matrix.

The Matrix screen!

Mel, get back to the trial room,
tell them to disconnect

the Matrix screen
and evacuate the court.

- But I can't...
- Go! Do it!

Or there will be mass murder!

(VALEYARD LAUGHING)

My lady, an urgent message.

The High Council has been deposed.

Insurrectionists are running amok
on Gallifrey.

Thank you, Keeper.
That is the news I'd been awaiting.

Listen carefully,
I have an edict to deliver.

Somewhere the VALEYARD and the Doctor
are engaged in their squalid duel.

With luck, they'll kill each other, but
that is a mere coincidental occurrence.

What I have to impart

is of vital importance to all of you.

Now that Gallifrey is
collapsing into chaos,

none of you will be needed.

Your office will be abolished.

Only I can impose order.

I have control of the Matrix.

To disregard my commands will be
to invite summary execution.

(TIME LORDS CHATTERING)

Now that you've purged that
from your system,

can we get on? Load the cassette.

You really are the archetypal philistine.

Moments such as this should be savoured.

(BUZZING)

What... What's happening?

A limbo atrophier.

A limbo atrophier?

You are elevating futility to a high art.

There's nothing you can do to prevent
the catharsis of spurious morality!

If you could compile this monstrosity,

it follows that
I should be able to unravel it.

(DOCTOR GRUNTING)

Disconnect the Matrix.

We cannot switch off without the Keeper,
and he's not present.

Then get out of here, quickly.

Your lives depend on it.

Eureka!

And you said it couldn't be immobilised.

What have you done?

Induced an anti-phase sequence
into the telemetry unit.

The whole system should self-destruct.

You blundering imbecile.

You triggered a ray-phase shift.

There'll be a massive feedback into here.

No!

No!

It's too late.

Now, let me see. Where were we?

I was about to be sentenced, I believe.

All charges against you
are dismissed, Doctor.

We owe you an immense debt of gratitude.

Which I can partly repay

by telling you that the young woman,
Miss Perpugilliam Brown,

is alive and well and living
as a warrior queen with King Yrcanos.

Vroomnik!

Now then, once law and order
have been restored,

a new High Council
will need to be elected.

Can I persuade you to stand for
Lord President again?

(LAUGHS NERVOUSLY)

I've a better idea.

- He's going to suggest you stand.
- Indeed, I am.

And were there such a thing
as an intergalactic postal vote,

you'd have mine.

I shouldn't broadcast that if I were you.

Oh, you could do me one small favour,
if you would.

Simply name it.

When the Matrix is restored, you can do
what you like with the Master,

but exercise leniency with Sabalom Glitz.

He's not beyond redemption.

Just don't let him
anywhere near the crown jewels.

Gallifrey doesn't have any crown jewels.

Right. A bracing glass of carrot juice.

Carrot juice?

And then we'll get you back
on the exerciser.

You know, I think
I was rash in turning down

that offer of the Presidency.

Come on.

Carrot juice?

DOCTOR: Carrot juice, carrot juice,
carrot juice!

(WHOOSHING)

Repair the Matrix, Keeper.

Requisition anything you need.

My lady.

(LAUGHING)