All language subtitles for Doctor Who (1963) - 24x02 - Time and the Rani, Part Two.Broadcast.BRrip

(DOCTOR WHO THEME)

(MEL SCREAMING)

(SCREAMING CONTINUES)

Help!

(SCREAMING)

Help!

(SCREAMING CONTINUES)

- Help! Help me!
- Be quiet and don't move.

- Have you... Have you done this before?
- No, this is the first time,

but Mel, if you don't stop squawking,
it'll be the last.

(DOCTOR COUGHING)

(GROANS)

DOCTOR: You know, I can't help
feeling sorry for the Rani, Mel,

getting caught in her own devious trap.

She's got nobody to blame but herself.

I suppose so.

But what was she doing
prowling around on Lakertya?

Well, I'd have thought
the reason was obvious.

Is it?

She must be on the brink of
a major discovery.

Have to be a cosmic breakthrough
for a neuro chemist of her stature

to come storming the barricades.

All the more reason to press on,
get there first.

You've repeatedly said
that in the wrong hands,

scientific knowledge can be dangerous.

What scientific knowledge?
What am I doing?

- If only I could remember.
- Oh, don't start all that again.

Look, repair the machine
and maybe we'll find the solution.

The machine won't tell me
what's behind that locked door, will it?

The machine won't restore my memory,
will it?

If the Rani was after our experiment,
we must be playing with fire.

Oh, forget the Rani.
She's finished. Destroyed!

Is she?
Oh, don't underestimate her.

She's a brilliant but sterile mind.
There's not one spark of decency in her.

- I'm overwhelmed.
- You are?

- Such superior diagnostic talents.
- It's my forte.

Well, then, it's a pity they can't be
concentrated on the machine.

(DOCTOR GRUNTING)

(MEL YELPS)

(URAK GROWLING)

DOCTOR: And another thing.

Why was the Rani dressed like you, Mel?

- Perhaps she's fashion-conscious?
- No.

She was in disguise.
Practising another one of her talents.

(METALLIC CLANGING)

Really?

Are you going to be
much longer in there, Doctor?

Afraid so.
More hasta, less vista.

(GROWLING)

(LOUD GROWLING)

Any sign of the...
What did you call it?

TETRAPS: No. Come.
Keep moving.

Look. Look, look, I'm grateful
for your help, of course, but,

but gratitude isn't going
to turn me into a puppet.

I've already come
to that painful conclusion.

Well, then, tell me,
are we just running scared

or are we heading for somewhere
in particular?

The answer to both questions is yes.
Now, can we go?

Wait here.

Hurry, Ikona! Hurry!

I cannot understand

how I could have made
such a fundamental mistake.

Oh, let me.

(GRUNTING)

What was the mistake?

The heat radiation from the catalyst
was of high frequency.

You mean I... You used
the wrong heat conducting material?

So elementary.

I broke
the second law of thermodynamics.

So, if we substituted
a suitable material, would it work?

Well, you should know
the answer to that, Mel.

Didn't CP Snow
expound on thermodynamics?

Doctor, is this relevant?

Well, you said you admired
all his writings,

- read all his books.
- Did I?

- Oh, I must have forgotten.
- You, Mel, forget?

- A kangaroo never forgets.
- Elephant.

Oh, yes.

Memory like an elephant.

A running gag applied to you,
I feel sure, Mel.

Oh. Perhaps the machine exploding
affected my memory, too.

Doctor, what were the readings?

Oh, here, see for yourself.

That's where
they've set up headquarters.

Well, then,
that's where the Doctor must be.

- You can't be sure.
- I can. You don't know the Doctor.

(SCOFFS) If he's in there,
I probably never will.

There's no "if" about it, he's in there.

Any idea what the central ramp's for?

No. AL I know is that building it
cost the lives of many Lakertyans.

(SIGHING) Something must have
gone terribly wrong.

The logic of that escapes me.

Well, they kidnapped the Doctor,

and no one would do that
unless they were desperate for his help.

He's not exactly predictable.

Come on.

- RANI: Would PHB or PES do?
- DOCTOR: What?

- I asked you a question!
- Did you?

- Mel, there's something caged in there.
- Yes, I dare say.

- Would PHB or PES do?
- Eh?

As a suitable material for the machine.

Oh, yes. PHB. It's biodegradable.

We don't want to litter up Lakertya
with non-destructible waste

like they're doing on your planet, Mel.

- What are you looking for?
- Sugar and starch.

- We can ferment our own.
- You won't find it there.

What about the alternative?

PES? No, not so good.
It's a petroleum-based plastic.

- Slightly amber, almost opaque?
- Mmm-hmm.

- I know where I can get some.
- Where?

From the Lakertyans.

You repair the machine, I'll go and get it.

But I thought you said
the Lakertyans weren't very advanced.

- Did I?
- Yes.

When we discovered that sad skeleton.

Wait here.

Faroon!

I'm glad to see you, Ikona,
although I shouldn't be.

Does sitting on opposite sides
of the fence

mean we can't still be friends?

I'm afraid it does when you cut
yourself off from the rest of us

and deliberately
ignore Beyus's instructions.

I can't accept he's right to collaborate.

He is being held hostage.
He has no choice.

It's the only way that BEYUS can save
the rest of us from destruction.

Well, he didn't save her, did he?

- (FAROON GASPS)
- It's all right, Faroon,

she's not with the TETRAPS.

You said "her"?

MEL: Yes, well, she was running away
from something.

You saw what happened, too, Ikona?

You're not usually so reluctant
to air your thoughts.

From which direction did she come?

Well, along there.

It was as though she was escaping
from the Tetrap headquarters.

It was Sarn.

- Who was Sarn?
- The daughter of Faroon and BEYUS.

I'm sorry.

I didn't realise.

I... I had to be told.

There was nothing to be done.

She stepped on a trap.

Yet another victim.

I must go to Beyus.

Where are you going?

If Beyus is collaborating,

then he must be
in the Tetrap headquarters

and that's where the Doctor will be.

(PLAYING RHYTHMICALLY)

- You're still determined to get in?
- No matter what the risk.

Madness.

(IKONA SCOFFS)

It must be contagious.

I'll draw him off.

- Who are you?
- You!

- Where's Mel?
- Where's the Doctor?

- What have you done with her?
- Stay away from me.

- What have you done with the Doctor?
- (DOCTOR GRUNTING)

Now we'll get to the truth.
What have you done with him, you brute!

- He's here!
- Where? Under the carpet?

It's me, you washerwoman! Me!

Never! You're nothing like him.
If the Doctor's been harmed...

(SCREAMING) Help! Put me down! Oh. Oh.

Drop the melodramatics.

Your pathetic impersonation
doesn't fool me at all.

- What?
- Incidentally, that wig's not you.

Ow!

(GROANING)

(URAK GRUNTING)

URAK: I am sorry, Mistress.

I have not seen you
dressed in these clothes before.

Oh! Inquests bore me!

I knew you weren't finished, Rani.
I told Mel as much.

- You told me?
- No, Mel!

I am Mel. Who's the Rani?

Try looking in the mirror,
the face of evil.

- I've had enough of this drivel!
- All right, compromise.

- Let me feel your pulse.
- Don't touch me!

Ah, the proof of the pumpkin's
in the squeezing.

You don't even talk like the Doctor,
you miserable fraud.

Let me feel your pulse.

Pulses, I should say.
Two of them, one for each heart.

You're a raving lunatic.

Yes, perhaps I am,
because if you're the Rani,

I'm dicing with destruction.

- And if I'm Mel?
- Mel?

The worst she'll do
is give me carrot juice.

Carrot juice?
What made me think of that?

Well, perhaps the real Doctor told you.
It was his favourite drink.

- Favourite? I hate it!
- Oh.

Aha, caught you out, haven't I?

But if you're the real Doctor,
then why do you look like that?

I've regenerated,

and I'm suffering
from post-regeneration amnesia,

as far as I can remember.

Fair exchange is no mockery.
You feel my pulses, I'll feel yours.

I'll lean across here
with my arm behind my back

if you want proof I'm a Time Lord.
Come on.

A double pulse!
Then you really are the Doctor.

That's what I've been trying
to tell you. Now yours.

I know about regeneration, of course.

Mel?

But you're completely different.

Nothing like you were.

The face,

height,

hair.

Everything's changed.

Yes. And I've become more of a fool,
too, it seems, Mel.

Doesn't bode well
for my seventh persona,

being so completely taken in
by the wretched Rani.

The Rani?
Is that who hijacked the TARDIS?

But what does she want with me?

- Where do you think you're going?
- With you, Mistress.

I told you not to enter my TARDIS
without permission.

Now, stay here.

DOCTOR: Strange matter!

- Never heard of it.
- You should have, Mel.

A Princeton physicist discovered it
in your Earth year 1984.

Computers are my speciality,
not nuclear physics.

It's an incredibly dense form of matter.

A lump the size of this
would weigh more than your planet Earth.

- Well, what can the Rani's interest be?
- An astute question.

If that asteroid exploded,
it would send off a blast of gamma rays

equivalent to a supernova.

And then it would be goodbye, Lakertya.

And everything else
in this corner of the galaxy.

When the Rani dabbles,
she dabbles on a grand scale.

Here. Go and listen.

(DULL THUDDING)

It's weird. It's like a giant heartbeat.

Yes.

But why, Mel, why?

What is she up to?

It starts here.

Oh, forget it, Doctor.

Let's high tail it back to the TARDIS
and get out of here.

And leave the Lakertyans
to the machinations of the Rani?

Impossible!

Given time, I'll work out the combination.

9-5-3.

Did you hear a voice?
Or am I hallucinating?

- BEYUS: 9-5-3.
- Well, go on, quick, 9-5-3.

Who would have thought
she would have been so obvious?

(CHUCKLES) That's my age.
And the Rani's.

The girl's on the loose.
Find her before she finds the Doctor.

Yes, Mistress.

Hypatia.

Einstein!

BEYUS: Names which
are meaningless to us.

Geniuses, every one of them.

The Rani's collected together
the most creative minds

and the most powerful matter
in the universe.

She's a murderess.

Sarn was not her first victim,
there have been many.

The scope of her imagination
is breathtaking.

You sound as though you admire her.

Not admiration.
Fascination.

And sadness.

If only the Rani could have redirected
her incredible talents for good.

The fascination's mutual.
She's reserved this one for you.

What is it I can contribute
that these other geniuses can't?

You're a Time Lord.

With a unique conceptual understanding
of the properties of time.

- Do you know what's behind that door?
- I've never been permitted to see.

Pity.

Beyus, why have you assisted?

"Collaborated" is the word
that you are avoiding, Doctor.

I've no choice.

She's coming!

- Take Mel!
- I'll take her with me.

- Doctor, you can't stay.
- Go, Mel! Go!

Ah, yes, yes. Let me see.

Polyethersulphone. Excellent.
How clever you are, Mel.

- Where did you find it?
- In the storeroom.

Doctor, why was the monitor on?

On, is it? Oh, yes.
I was trying to jog my memory.

No luck, though. Hold the other end, Mel.

You're not concentrating, Mel.
Hold it steady.

We've got to manoeuvre it into position.

Quite adept at manoeuvring,
aren't you, Doctor?

Yes, well, where there's a will,
there's a Tom, Dick and a Harriet.

Do I take it
the machine's now operational?

Oh, no, no, no, there's some information
I simply must have

before I make
the final delicate adjustments.

- Such as?
- Ideally, what's behind that door?

Less ideally?

The identity
of this rather interesting substance.

- The information's essential, is it?
- Crucial.

So if I told you its chemical composition,

- I could do that.
- No, stop!

You know, don't you?

But your usefulness is not yet over.
You have another role to play.

(EXCLAIMING) You wretched man.

(TETRAPS GROWLING)