All language subtitles for Doctor Who (1963) - 22x08 - The Two Doctors, Part Two.BRrip.English.HI.C.update

(DOCTOR WHO THEME PLAYING)

- DOCTOR: What is it?
- I don't know.

Come and see!

In a minute.

There. That should
just about have done it.

- (PERI SCREAMS)
- Peri!

PERI: Help!
(PERI STRUGGLING)

(BOTH GRUNTING)

PERI: Thanks for your help, Doctor!

(GRUNTS)

Doctor?

- Wake up! Come on!
- (DOCTOR GRUNTS)

(SLURRING) What is it?

Come on, Doctor. Get up!

(GRUNTS) Peri! What happened?
Why'd you scream?

That thing you thought
was an animal attacked me,

and it's human, I think!

If you hadn't screamed,
I wouldn't have triggered that stun jet.

I was expecting there'd be one.
It can't be human.

They haven't reached
this part of the galaxy.

Well, it's humanoid at any rate.
Come and see.

Vorum gas.

An ordinary person
would have been unconscious for hours!

So would you if I hadn't dragged
you clear of it.

No, I closed my respiratory passages
as soon as I detected any danger.

Oh, then, how did you breathe?

(CHUCKLES) With difficulty.
I'll explain one day.

Yes. It certainly does
appear to be humanoid.

So it finally mustered
the courage to attack.

I think it was my fault.
It was just protecting its nest.

Understandable.

DOCTOR: Jamie!

What?

It's Jamie!

How did he get here?
He should be with me.

Well he's not now, Doctor. Not any more.

No, that's right.

But if he's here, where am I?

- I must have been here, Peri!
- (JAMIE GROANING)

- You mean in some past time?
- Uh-huh.

(GRUNTING)

- It's all right, Jamie.
- Keep away from me. Keep away!

- We're your friends. We won't hurt you.
- Keep away! Keep away.

- Let me up.
- Jamie, it's all right!

(GROANS)

Don't worry.
It will help him to relax.

Relax?
You've killed him!

Oh, don't be ridiculous!

I seem to remember
I was always rather fond of Jamie.

He's not moving.

No. His nervous system
is temporarily paralysed.

- He'll be fine shortly.
- JAMIE: Doctor...

Yes, Jamie?

He's not talking to you.

They killed the Doctor.

I'm afraid he's deranged.
It's often the effect of extreme fear.

They killed the Doctor.

- Jamie, can you hear me?
- They killed the Doctor.

My name's Peri.
I'm your friend, do you understand?

- Friend?
- Friend.

They killed the Doctor.

- He seems very sure of that.
- Is it possible?

Of course not!
I exist, therefore I am and was.

Don't go through all that
irrefutable logic again.

Oh, yes, I remember.
That mind-slip in the TARDIS.

You did say you were being put to death.

So I did.
I wonder if it could have been here?

Don't ask me.
I don't understand any of this.

Neither do I.
Not yet.

- Jamie, I want you...
- (JAMIE GROANS)

To look at this pretty thing, look.

See how it swings
backwards and forwards?

Forwards... Backwards.

It makes your eyes feel very heavy.

So heavy, you want to go to sleep.

Go to sleep, Jamie.
That's it. Sleep.

Jamie, why did you
come here with the Doctor?

To see Dastari.

DOCTOR: And did you see him?

Aye. They had an argument.

The Doctor had an argument
with Dastari? What about?

The Time Lords.

What happened then, Jamie?
Can you remember?

There was a battle.
The knights came and killed everyone.

The knights?

What were they like, Jamie?
Can you tell me?

They had a sort of arm our.

Heavy with no necks.

And their hands
were just two great fingers.

They killed everyone.
They killed the Doctor. I saw them!

It's all right, Jamie.
It's all right, Jamie. Now, sleep.

Sleep.

(DOCTOR SIGHS)

He just gave a fairly accurate
description of the Sontarans.

Who?

Let's see if anything's
recorded in that computer.

But what about Jamie?

Oh, he'll be all right.

Sleep's the best thing for him right now.

- Is it possible we imagined what we saw?
- Of course not.

You are such a pragmatist,
my little flower.

But if an aeroplane has crashed,
then shouldn't there be wreckage?

Of course.

Well, then, like a star
on my dressing room door,

it becomes conspicuous by its absence!

We simply haven't found it yet.
We must continue to search!

We should summon the authorities,

competent, official people
trained in the tying of bandages.

We search!

There may be people bleeding to death
at this very moment!

I'm not a well man.

Oh! Be brave, Oscar.
Think of the publicity.

Who knows,
the British Council may forgive you

and book you on a forthcoming tour!

DOCTOR: Of course, I never for a moment
thought it was the Time Lords.

(SCOFFS) Come on.
You had your doubts!

Well, only because
of that last entry in Dastari's log.

They must have forced him to write that
before they killed him.

Why would they want
to frame the Time Lords?

"Frame?"

Um, make them appear
guilty when they weren't.

I see. Set them up? Hmm.

I don't know. They're rabidly xenophobic.

They probably thought the Third Zoners
were getting too powerful

and might ally themselves
with the Rutans.

(BEEPING)

(COMPUTER BEEPING)

Is that the answer?

COMPUTER: No speak.

"No speak?"
What kind of language is that?

Central fault.
No speak.

(DOCTOR EXCLAIMS)

I must have disconnected
one of its linguistic neurons.

Oh, well, the data bank
is still functioning.

(BEEPING)

- Doctor?
- Mmm-hmm.

Who are the Rutans?

Oh! The Sontarans
and the Rutans are old enemies.

They've been fighting each other
across the galaxy for so long,

they've almost forgotten what started it.

Ah, there's the Kartz and Reimer work.

(LAUGHS) I look a mess!

Of course, you can understand

the Time Lords wanting
to monitor their experiments.

If the holistic fabric
of time were ever punctured,

it would be like putting
a pin into a balloon.

The universe would simply collapse.

Doctor, shall I go
and see if Jamie's okay?

- Peri, it's possible!
- What?

That I was killed. It's why I collapsed,
the weakness that I felt.

But you said you can't be dead
then and here now.

Yes, but if I arrived here
during a time experiment,

caught in an embolism
and therefore outside the time flow...

But if I were dead then and here now,

it means that I was at the very
epicentre of the engulfing chaos.

I don't understand.

It means the collapse
of the universe has started

and nothing can stop it.

How long will it take?

For everything to end?

A very few centuries.

Centuries?

Well, if it's going to take that long,
I'll go and see if Jamie's any better.

(BOTH SIGH)

She can't comprehend the scale of it all.

Eternal blackness.

No more sunsets.

No more gumblejacks.

Nevermore a butterfly.

Peri!

(INAUDIBLE SPEECH)

(SONIC BEEPING)

PERI: Doctor!

He's not the Doctor I know!

I am so, Jamie McCrimmon.

I am another aspect of him
just as he is of me.

- Eh?
- I was him, he will be me.

Who will I be?

Peri, look at this.

(INAUDIBLE SPEECH)

Doctor, it's horrible! Stop it!

Lifelike, isn't it? Or rather, deathlike.

That's how they killed the Doctor.
I saw it!

I don't think they did, Jamie.
I'm beginning to understand now.

They left this illusion
to make it appear that I was dead.

- Who?
- The Sontarans.

They wanted to prevent
any investigation into my disappearance,

which means I must be
being held captive somewhere.

But why am I in it?

It was their mistake.
They left the animator switched on.

When you looked in that,
it copied your body print.

So, you don't think the Doctor's dead?
I mean, my Doctor?

No, I don't, Jamie.

And if I'm not dead in that form,

it means my theory
about the embolism is also wrong.

Oh, this begins to have
all the hallmarks of a conspiracy!

What sort of conspiracy?

A plot.

That's right, Jamie.
A plot to kidnap me and Dastari as well.

And he's about the only
bio-geneticist in the galaxy

capable of isolating
the symbiotic nuclei of a Time Lord.

So that's how you control the TARDIS!

Symbiosis.

If the Sontarans ever
get unlimited access to time travel,

they'll be invincible!

We must find out
where they're holding me.

But how can we do that?
They could be anywhere!

I made contact with myself before,
during that mind-slip.

I'll try telepathy.
It's about our only chance.

Now, I shall seem to be unconscious
for a while, but don't worry,

and while my mind is out of my body,
don't touch me.

Don't come anywhere near me.

Any kid of contact
might sever the astral link and kill me.

How long will you be?

Hmm? Oh!

Seconds. Hours. Days. Who knows?

There's no such thing
as time on the astral plane!

I think your Doctor's worse than mine!

How is he?

This will bring him round.

(WHIRRING)

- (WHIRRING STOPS)
- (BELLS RINGING IN THE DISTANCE)

Jamie...

(YELLS) Jamie!

Come on, Doctor. Wake up!

Where I am?
Am... where... I?

(STUTTERS)
Doctor?

Peri.

Jamie.

Was I away very long?

Just minutes.

Boing! Boing!

PERI: What?

Bells, my dear! Bells!
Come on. There isn't a moment to lose.

PERI: Where are we going?

Can't quite remember.

It's something to do
with getting my hair cut.

(DOCTOR SCATS
THE BARBER OF SEVILLE)

That is the complete manifest.

Where is Stike?

The Group Marshal has been placing
the scout ship in clear

in order to conceal it
from the local primitives.

Even in clear it is still possible
to detect with tracking equipment.

We should have chosen
a less populous planet.

According to the mind
of the Doña Arana,

no one comes here,

even though there is a city
only four kilometres away.

Are there any defence
installations in the area?

The Doña Arana knows nothing of that.

There was very little
in her mind to absorb.

Nor in her body. Nothing but bone
and gristle! (GRUNTS)

I would have preferred
somewhere completely deserted.

The operation is a delicate one.

We cannot risk any interruption.

The Group Marshal favoured Earth.

His forces are planning an attack
on the Madillon Cluster,

and this planet is conveniently situated.

And it was also
Shockeye's wish to come here.

And you indulged him? Why?

He has a craving to savour the flesh
of these human creatures.

As an Androgum myself,

I am aware of the potency
of such desires.

You are no longer
an Androgum, Chessene.

I have raised you
to a superior plane of life.

There are blood ties
between the Franzine Grig

and the Quancing Grig, Dastari.

Shockeye does not yet know
the full nature of my intentions.

When he does learn the truth,

he will feel that I betrayed
our Androgum inheritance.

A being of your powers
cannot stay trapped forever

in the traditions of blood and race.

You must go on alone, Chessene,
to create new traditions.

Not quite alone, Dastari.

- (RAT SQUEALS)
- (SHOCKEYE GRUNTS)

(CHUCKLES)

(RAT SQUEALS)

And he calls humans primitive!

All of our chefs sample the raw flavour
of ingredients

before even heating their cooking pots.

Does this have a name, Chessene?

The Doña Arana knows it as "Rat".

Rat.

It is a scavenging animal.

(MOANS) The flesh is rank.

Smoke-dried, it might just be tolerable.

Boing!

It's the largest of the 25 bells
in the cathedral at Seville.

Most distinctive!

You certainly specialise
in arcane knowledge.

Of course!

Now we know the area
where they're holding me.

Now, it was in the distance.

About three miles, I should judge.

Have you ever been to Seville, Peri?

No, have you?

How else would I know
the Santa Maria when I hear it?

Oh, do try use your brain, my girl.

Small though it is,
the human brain can be

quite effective when used properly.

- (INAUDIBLE SPEECH)
- (SONIC BEEPING)

- You might be wrong.
- I am not wrong.

Now, this station was attacked
10 or 12 days ago.

In hyper-drive, a Sontaran cruiser
would take that long to reach Earth.

It could only just have reached there.

(SNIFFS)

Ah! You look better for your change
of clothes and bath.

- You should try it more often!
- Thank you... What?

Ignore him, Jamie.

He's being crotchety.
I think you look wonderful.

I'm not crotchety. I'm just...
Well, concerned.

- What about?
- About myself chiefly.

I mean him,

languishing in some dark dungeon
at the mercy of the Sontarans.

You can't be sure he's in a dungeon.

There was an echo, an after-resonance.

When you'd been locked
in as many dungeons as I have,

you wouldn't fail to recognise it.

- Well, are you ready?
- JAMIE: For what?

Transference.

Hmm.

(SONIC BEEPING)

(RUMBLING)

Now, my Doctor wouldn't have done that!

Your Doctor is an antediluvian fogey!

Allowing himself to be
captured by the Sontarans!

If anything happens to myself
as a result of it,

I will never forgive himself!

Oh, I do wish you'd stop
switching personal pronouns!

It would make it a lot easier
to understand what you're talking about!

Mmm.

(SIGHS)

Good morning.

Don't try to move yet, Doctor.

- Dastari.
- You'll feel dizzy for a time.

So, I've been drugged, have I?

What did you use?

It feels like one of the a no mode group.

Absolutely right. Sir a la no mode.

Sir a la no mode?
That affects the memory.

We're not interested in your memory.

Haven't I seen you somewhere before?

Oh, augmented Androgum.

Oh, I don't think much of the company
you keep, Dastari!

VARL: Attention!

Group Marshal Stike
of the Ninth Sontaran Attack Group!

STIKE: Stand at ease!

We already were, Stike.

And tell that underling of yours
not to shout every time you appear.

Yes! Major Varl,
the Androgum is quite right.

We shall treat you
as equals for the time being.

Very good, sir.

Sontarans! I remember now.
The space station.

But I had someone with me... Jamie!

What have you done with Jamie?

Your companion will be
long since dead, Doctor.

- (GROANS)
- The Sontarans take no prisoners.

Inflexible policy.

- No! No!
- Fasten the restraints!

No! (GRUNTING)

(DOCTOR GROANS)

Poor old Jamie!

(WHOOSHING)

(HUFFS) Well! Isn't that incredible?

Huh, police! And they say they're
never there when you need them!

Oscar, it doesn't say policia.

Interpol, my dear.
They have branches everywhere!

Oscar! Oh, you are a fool.

OSCAR: Officer!

We have to report a tragedy.

Stark disaster has struck
this simple countryside.

Has it indeed?
What manner of disaster, Mr...

Botcherby. Oscar Botcherby
at your service, sir.

And this dark-eyed naiad is named Anita.

Oh, come on, Oscar!
There's been a plane crash.

Well, of course,
it may not be your department.

I can see from your raiment

that you obviously belong
to the plain clothes branch.

Did you see this aeroplane?

No, we were in an olive grove
at the time it roared overhead.

We were on a moth-hunting expedition.

Are you interested in Lepidoptera at all?

I am interested in everything,
Mr Botcherby,

but mainly, at the moment,
in this crash, you heard.

It landed near Doña Arana's hacienda.

We saw three survivors
staggering towards the house.

Well, two of them were carrying
some other poor, injured fellow.

Were they, indeed?

I think you may well have done me
a great service, Mr Botcherby!

In what way, officer?

I think you saw three fugitives

whose trail we have
been following for a long time.

Perhaps you can
lead us to this hacienda?

Of course. It's this way.

Should we, my dear?

It's easy to find, officer.
You just follow this road.

Oh, it's not easy to find, Oscar
We ought to show them.

I was thinking
these men might be dangerous!

I mean, I was thinking we ought to be
getting back to the restaurant!

(CHUCKLES) We've plenty of time.

You'll be doing
a public service, Mr Botcherby.

Oh, well, we Botcherbies
have never shirked public service.

My dear departed father
was an air raid warden

in Shepton Mallet throughout the war.

He slept in a steel helmet
for five years. This way.

What have you got there?

The Kartz-Reimer transference module.

Well, that'll never work!
I can tell that from here.

It worked well enough to bring you
to the space station, Doctor.

All it did was to produce a few hiccups
in the time continuum,

enough to tell us that dangerously
crude experiments were going on.

Kartz and Reimer were
clearly on the right track.

Several Androgums
successfully vanished into time.

During those experiments, unfortunately,
we were unable to bring them back.

Of course you couldn't.

No one can travel through time without
a molecular stabilisation system.

We know that now,
and we know that Time Lords

possess a symbiotic link
with their machines,

which protects them and anyone
with them against destabilisation.

(CHUCKLES MOCKINGLY) Guesswork!

Don't underestimate Chessene, Doctor.

Hers was the brain
behind Kartz and Reimer.

And it was she who first realised
that the missing element

had to lie somewhere in here.

So what are you going to do, hmm?
Cut me up piece by piece?

Let us say cell by cell and gene by gene

until I isolate the symbiotic nuclei.

When did you go mad, Dastari?

(LAUGHS) I assure you
I'm not at all mad.

Then you're totally
under Chessene's domination!

Are you hoping to give her
the power of time travel?

- Is that the idea?
- I shall put her among the gods.

There need be no limit
to her achievement!

There'll be no limit
to her capacity for evil!

She's an Androgum, Dastari,
whatever you may say.

She'll snap off the hand that feeds her
whenever she feels hungry!

You don't know Chessene.

I confess I was sad that the Time Lords
chose to send you as their emissary

because I've always had a certain regard
for you, Doctor, personally,

and the operation will,
of necessity, be painful, but...

It'll hurt you more than it hurts me.

What gives you that idea?

No, I was going to say but at least
you'll have the satisfaction

of knowing that you've been
part of a great undertaking.

You are an irresponsible old fool!

The Androgums are barbarians!

Release them into time
and every civilised people in the galaxy

will curse your name!

Do you hear me?

Oh, my giddy aunt!
Oh, crumbs!

- Dastari, why this delay?
- Delay?

I expected the operation
to begin immediately on my arrival.

Time is being wasted!

Time is not being wasted.

An operation of this complexity
needs careful preparation.

You are not efficient.
All that should have been done!

We brought most
of this equipment with us.

How could it have been
installed before we got here?

Chessene should have brought it!
There was no forward planning.

If we had dismantled
my operating theatre any earlier,

the station would have been
buzzing with speculation.

Chessene's plan might have failed.
It was not worth the risk.

How long is this operation going to take?

As long as it takes me
to locate the symbiotic nuclei

within the Time Lord's cell structure.

Hours or days. I cannot say.

Every hour is precious to me, Dastari.

My Ninth Group is now forming up

for a vital battle in the Madillon Cluster.

If successful, it could change
the course of the war.

So, it is imperative that
I to be there to lead them to victory.

Then, if time is so important,

I suggest you take this
to the operating theatre,

while I fetch the rest of my equipment.

Tea-time already, nurse?

- I do not understand.
- Just as well.

A face like yours
wasn't made for laughing!

The operation must begin at once.

- I'm needed at the front.
- Yes, I heard you.

What was it, a vital strike
in the Madillon Cluster?

Oh, dear me. Nothing changes, does it?

You and the Rutans have become
petrified in your attitudes.

Nothing can change
until victory is achieved,

but I fear I might have
made a tactical error.

Oh? I thought Sontarans
never made mistakes.

It is not easy being Commander,

the loneliness of supreme responsibility.

Why don't you resign, Stike?
Take your pension?

When I die, it will be alongside
my comrades at the front.

DOCTOR: Wait here.

- PERI: Where are you going?
- Just for a scout round.

- (GASPS) Oh, look!
- What?

- Over there.
- I don't see anything.

Just there.

An exquisite feathered gothic.

If only I'd brought my net!

Doctor...

You have a chance, in death,
to help the Sontaran cause!

How can I do that?

Tell Dastari where your symbiotic nuclei
is located in your cell structure.

Vital time will be saved
and I can be on my way.

Is that what Chessene has offered you,

the knowledge of unlimited time travel?

(LAUGHS) In that case,
you should watch your back, Stike!

- What?
- She's an Androgum,

a race to whom treachery
is as natural as breathing.

They're a bit like you
Sontarans in that respect.

(GRUNTS)

That is for the slur on my people!

And for that, I demand satisfaction!

You know that is impossible!

I am challenging you to a duel, Stike!

That is traditional amongst
Sontarans, is it not?

Ooh, I would dearly love to kill you,

but unfortunately you are needed alive.

Release me, Stike!

You are not only without honour,
you're a coward as well!

As you are not a Sontaran, Doctor,

you cannot impugn my honour.

Well, that didn't work, did it?

Hmm, hmm.

What have you got there, Shockeye?

Huh? A selection of recipes, madam,
used by these humans.

It's most interesting.

I cannot think that Shockeye
of the Quancing Grig

has anything to learn from humans.

- Do you understand it?
- Yes, indeed.

These are Chinese and these are Spanish.
(CHUCKLES)

The ingredients are unfamiliar, naturally,

but the general principles
are similar to our own methods.

They cannot be quite
as primitive as I believed.

In many ways, they resemble us.

In what ways?

Well, I've found
many of these books here.

Now, there cannot be
a creature on the planet

that humans do not kill and eat.

Many beasts
are bred especially for table.

They are force-fed to improve the flesh,

and penned in small confined quarters
to fatten more rapidly.

(LAUGHS) It's fascinating!

SHOCKEYE: Vats of boiling liquid.

The strange thing, however,

is that I can find no recipes
for cooking the human animal.

There are races
that do not eat their own kind.

Oh, but a species
that is at the top of the food chain,

as these creatures are,
must develop the finest flavour of all.

They have the pick
of the planet's resources...

- (WOOD CLANKING)
- CHESSENE: Listen.

Ow.

I heard something out there.

I heard nothing, Chessene.

You were too busy talking
about your favourite subject.

Oh, I must taste a Tellurian soon.

A young one with a good proportion
of meat to the bone.

I am becoming insane for such a feast.

Be patient, Shockeye.

We'll find one for you
before we leave Earth.

Indeed, I'll join you at table,

for I confess to a
certain curiosity myself.

Mmm.

- So you're an actor.
- For my sins.

What are you acting
in at the moment, Oscar?

I'm between roles at the moment,

so I'm managing a restaurant
for a friend of mine.

Las Cadenas in the Barrio Santa Cruz.

Quiet, Oscar.
Someone's coming!

(CLEARS THROAT)

Oh, Doctor, you scared us!
Did you have to creep up like that?

Were you expecting a brass band?

Did you find out anything?

No, but the Sontarans are here.
I can sense their presence.

Who are the Sontarans?

Don't ask.
Just hope you don't meet one!

Anita, this Doña Arana,
is she tall and dark?

No, she's small
and frail and has white hair.

It wasn't her, then.

And I couldn't see the man she was with.
He had his back to me,

so I couldn't tell if he was human or not.

What do you mean, "Human or not?"

That noise you heard
was a space craft landing.

That hacienda is now in the possession

of what you would term as alien beings.

(SCOFFS) You are joshing me,
officer, are you not?

Joshing?

That woman,
was she wearing a long grey frock?

Couldn't have put it better myself.

Well, she was at the space station, then.

Was she, now?

Aye. Dastari said she was
a hungry man or something.

- Androgum?
- That's it. Of course!

Though her features haven't
the heaviness of a typical Androgum.

Oh, he said he'd done some operation
that turned her into a genius.

What a stupid thing to do!

- That's what the Doctor said!
- And I was right!

Whatever he's done to her mind,
her nature will remain exactly the same.

And Androgums have as much
emotional capacity as a gumblejack!

What's the next move, Doctor?

We have to find a way of getting into
that hacienda without being detected.

I know a secret way into the cellars.

It used to lead from the old ice house.

The cellars! That's even better!

Peri, you'll have to cause a distraction

while Jamie and I try and find out
where I'm being held.

What sort of distraction?

Do I have to think of everything?

Knock on the door and say you're lost!

I don't speak Spanish.

Well, that's all right. Neither do they.

Right, Anita.
You better show us this ice house.

What if a Sontaran answers the door?

Oh! That's not very likely.

They seem to be keeping
well out of the way at the moment.

(GRUNTS) Lead on!

Good luck, everyone.

(MOANING)

(KNOCKING)

I'm afraid I'm unable to give you
a full an aesthetic.

Doing the job on the cheap, are you?

You have to be conscious

while the neuron bombardment
excites the brain cells.

I shall then be able to examine them.

You should be examining
your own brain cells, Dastari.

Most of them must have leaked
out of your ears,

or you wouldn't be
involved in this madness!

This injection will simply
inhibit the motor centres.

- Get on with it, Dastari!
- (GROANING)

- You're delaying my war effort!
- (DEVICE WHIRRING)

If you want this operation
to succeed, Group Marshal,

you will allow me to proceed as I decide
and at the pace I consider appropriate!

- Count backwards from ten, Doctor.
- Certainly not!

- As you wish.
- Do you expect me

to co-operate in my own murder?

I'm dongay... ollik... parl...

(SONIC BEEPING)

The next step is partially
to detach the occipital bone.

(WHIRRING)

- PERI: Hello! Is anybody there?
- Wait!

Uh, shall I come with you?

No, you've done quite enough already
bringing us here, Anita

I want you to collect Oscar and get off
the estate as fast as you can.

Anita!

- Goodbye.
- Good luck.

American students?

Yes, we're planning
to send parties every year

and I'm surveying
the district for suitable accommodation.

Can I ask, do you live alone
or are there other occupants?

I live alone.

Apart from my servant.
Wait here, young woman.

We could eat her tonight.
I could make a piquant sauce!

Perhaps we shall,
but first I must test my suspicions.

What suspicions?

The human mind is so flabby
and vague, it is hard to read,

but she was constantly
thinking of the Doctor.

- Huh?
- The Doctor.

But she could have
no knowledge of the Doctor.

How would that be possible?

We shall see.
Have Dastari bring him through the hall.

If there is a connection,

she will give herself away
when she sees him.

And then we can cook her!

(EXCLAIMS)

Mind how you go, Jamie.
This ladder seems... (SCREAMS)

A wee bit rickety. Is that
what you were going to say, Doctor?

You heard what Shockeye said.
Chessene wants him taken upstairs!

Her orders were quite clear.

And I am order you
to continue the operation!

I will not tolerate further delay.

Force will get you nowhere, Stike.

If you kill me, you lose all chance forever

of learning
the Time Lord's genetic secret.

Very well, but tell Chessene

if the operation is not completed
by the end of the day,

I shall return to my unit
and leave none of you alive here!

- Varl!
- Sir.

Militaristic buffoon!

Ooh. Chessene will deal with him.

(STUTTERS) Have you
ever eaten a Sontaran?

Certainly not!

No, nor have I.

They always seem
so tough and tasteless.

Here. Help me lift him
into the wheelchair.

We're not going after them.

- Let's have a good look round first.
- But there's only two of them.

One of them is an Androgum, Jamie.

Could break us in half with one hand.

- And how many bedrooms?
- Seven.

I thought you said you lived alone?

Visitors.

Take him through.

Is he all right?

He has had rather a tiring time lately.

Madam.

Shockeye, show this
young woman round.

She might be particularly
interested in the kitchens.

With pleasure, madam.

Well, thank you, but I think I have
all the information I need.

Come!

Well, my friends will be waiting for me.

If she has friends,
they will come enquiring after her.

I think that was a lie.
Animals always scent danger.

They have to be dragged to the abattoir!

They've got it almost exactly right,

even down to the briode nebuliser. Look.

- What is it?
- The Kartz-Reimer version of a TARDIS.

- A TARDIS? Will it work?
- Mmm.

Hmm. It would if I used it,
or any other Time Lord,

but not for anyone else.

Well, how not?

This machine has to be primed
by what we call the Rassilon Imprimatur,

that's the kind of a symbiotic print
within the physiology of a Time Lord.

Once that's been absorbed
into the briode nebuliser,

you have a time machine
that anyone can use.

That of course,
is what they didn't understand.

They simply copied the technology

without realising that old Rassilon
had a second trick up his sleeve.

A most interesting lecture, Time Lord!

(PANTING)

Ow! Ooh!

SHOCKEYE: Ooh.

Pretty, pretty!

Here, my pretty one!

(GROWLING)