Doctor Who (1963–1989): Season 15, Episode 6 - The Invisible Enemy: Part Two - full transcript
The Doctor and his companion are beset by an alien virus that wants to conquer humankind. The virus swarm possesses the Doctor and now they battle the residents of a local hospital that were all possessed by the swarm. Their only hope lies in a clone of the Doctor.
(DOCTOR WHO THEME)
-I am prepared.
-VARDAN 1: Speed is vital, Doctor.
K9, can you tell me how long he'll be?
Negative.
Prognostication impossible
in matters concerning Doctor.
-Prog what?
-I cannot tell.
-Can you tell me where we've landed?
-Affirmative.
Well?
Materialisation took place
on alien spacecraft.
Why wouldn't the Doctor
let me go with him?
I do not know.
Prognostication impossible in matters...
Impossible in matters concerning...
I know. I know.
Well, he may need my help.
I'm gonna take a look.
Do not touch the scanner control,
mistress.
Oh, I know the Doctor said
we weren't supposed to,
but wouldn't you like to see
where he is, hmm?
-Who he's talking to?
-Negative.
Wishing for such things is emotion.
I am not programmed...
Oh, shut up! You're no help at all!
(WHIRRING)
(BEEPING)
What's wrong?
Why won't it work?
K9?
K9, what's...
K9, sulking is also an emotional thing.
If you cannot wish, you cannot sulk.
K9!
K9, I'm sorry.
I didn't mean to shout at you.
-Apologies are not necessary.
-No, no, no. Of course they're not.
Now, can you tell me, please,
why this scanner will not work?
The Doctor immobilised the mechanism
before he left
in order to prevent you switching it on.
You mean, he doesn't trust me?
What is he doing out there?
VARDAN 1: We will conclude formalities.
Sign it!
I never sign anything
before I've read it.
VARDAN 1: Then, read it.
You promised complete control
over the Time Lords.
VARDAN 2:
You will have complete control.
-But here in paragraph four...
-VARDAN 2: Lawyer's quibbles, Doctor.
Well, I've heard that before.
Almost got me killed once,
but of course you know that.
VARDAN 1: Sign it!
-Complete control.
-VARDAN 1: My word.
Well, I've signed so many things,
one more won't make any difference.
VARDAN 1: But it will, Doctor. It will.
I'm honoured to be allowed
to serve your glorious cause.
Where have you been?
Where have you been?
(WHISPERING) Why did you turn
the scanner off?
Doctor, where have you been?
-Order K9 to tell you to shut up.
-Yes.
K9, the Doctor said
you're to tell me to shut up.
How dare you?
-Adopt silent mode, mistress.
-LEELA: K9, you...
Imperative, mistress.
(RINGING)
Speak.
Where?
When?
Relative time, please, Rodan.
Thank you.
(COMMANDER CLEARS THROAT)
Yes, what is it, Commander?
-A report, sir.
-Continue.
Temporal scan indicates
unidentified capsule approaching.
Unidentified?
At this distance within
our own continuum, unidentified, sir.
But our own?
Molecular patina indicates
Gallifreyan origin.
Yes, sir.
But it's too early for a positive.
When, then?
Approximately two minutes relative, sir.
-Defences?
-Green level.
No sense in taking chances, Commander.
Go to amber alert.
Yes, sir.
Main security?
Commander Andred speaking.
Please establish amber alert.
(ALARM SOUNDING)
Amber alert.
They put an amber alert on me. On me?
-Cheek.
-Cheek?
Yes, cheek!
Physical characteristics,
humanoid facial component.
Wrong.
Tertiary data check insists
definition correct.
Amber alert?
On me?
Confirmation, sir.
The capsule is Gallifreyan.
-Then what is all the fuss about?
-Still unidentified.
Unidentified?
Only two Time Lords
are absent from their duties here
on authorised research missions.
-You will find their molecular codes...
-Yes, sir. Neither match.
I've checked.
Then who is in that capsule?
Unauthorised use of a time capsule
has only one penalty, Commander.
-See to it.
-Yes, sir.
(ON PA) Commander Andred
to all guard leaders.
An unidentified capsule
is approaching Gallifrey.
Any sentient form onboard
is to be arrested on arrival.
If there's no sign of life,
destroy capsule
as soon as it materialises.
-Would you like a ball bearing?
-Please do not mock, master.
-Where's Leela?
-Immersed, master.
-What?
-Totally immersed in H2O, master.
Fine time to take a bath.
Excuse me, sir.
I've decided to supervise the
destruction of the capsule personally.
Yes, of course.
Remember, Commander, a sentient who can
control a time capsule is a danger.
Capture, interrogate...
I will see that all regulations
are observed, sir.
VARDAN 1: Switch to visual.
Interesting. He appears to have landed.
VARDAN 2: He may be killed.
VARDAN 1: There will be others.
(WHOOSHING)
Gentlemen,
I'm delighted to be back on Gallifrey.
Oh, I like it. Yes, I like it.
-Where are you from, soldier?
-Gallifrey.
Gallifrey?
Never heard of it.
Guard of honour?
You're a rabble. Nothing but a rabble.
You're not fit to guard a Jelly Baby.
Would you like a Jelly Baby?
We're here to arrest you.
Well, let's get on with it.
Come on, Leela.
-Where do you think you're going?
-You just told me to follow you.
-You stay here till I send for you.
-But, Doctor...
-Halt!
-Right. You lead.
-No, you follow me.
-Right.
-What is it?
-That's the Chancellor's office.
Well, I know
it's the Chancellor's office.
-Well, no one goes in there unannounced.
-Well, announce me.
All right.
-Yes?
-Forgive the intrusion, sir.
An unexpected emergency has arisen.
-Doctor...
-I am here to claim my legal right.
What?
I claim the inheritance of Rassilon.
I claim the titles, honour,
duty and obedience of all colleges.
I claim the presidency
of the council of Time Lords.
VARDAN 1: I believe we have chosen well.
Very well.
Where is the Doctor?
(BEEPING)
Speak.
You are a very stupid machine.
-You don't dispute my claim, then?
-No.
Only the arrogance
with which you present it.
(SIGHING) Borusa,
how you used to bore me
with your interminable lectures
on responsibility and duty.
-Which obviously failed.
-Mmm.
You make me regret
teaching you anything at all.
You taught me nothing.
Nothing that instinct
couldn't provide better.
-Then you must trust your instincts.
-Mmm.
And you yours, Lord Borusa.
I'll do what I can
to persuade the cardinals
to accept you as their president.
I am the president!
No persuasion is necessary.
-Politeness dictates...
-I am the president!
-Is there another candidate legally?
-No.
-That was an unfortunate oversight.
-Thank you.
-I meant no disrespect.
-Oh, yes, you did.
Borusa, before you go, another lesson.
On what particular subject?
Constitution.
You had that at your fingertips
last time we met.
Yes, and if I hadn't,
you would have killed me.
Not I. The then chancellor.
Oh, yes.
Did you...
Did you just assume his office?
The council ratified my appointment.
Without a president,
the council can ratify nothing.
There was no president
and the President-elect was elsewhere.
Yes, but my point...
Borusa!
You haven't been given leave
to depart yet.
And until you have been confirmed
and inducted as president,
I do not need your leave to do anything.
The ceremony must take place at once.
-As soon as...
-At once!
VARDAN 1: This needs thought.
VARDAN 2: The course is obvious.
VARDAN 1: I may reconsider.
The Doctor could be more use
to us alive.
He understands discipline.
No discipline,
that's always been the trouble.
He understands the dangers?
He accepts the risks of induction
without the necessary preparations?
He accepts nothing!
That's always been the trouble with him.
No discipline.
Forgive me, sirs.
The President-elect
desires your immediate attendance.
Then let him rot in a black star.
It is his request, sirs.
After all, Chancellor,
a request is a request.
And it's only a matter of time.
It's always a matter of time, eh,
Castellan? Especially for Time Lords.
(LAUGHS) What do you think
about my office?
-Oh, it's simply a formality.
-Oh, yes, yes, I know that.
No, I meant my quarters. You know,
room of one's own, somewhere to be.
I do so hate squatting.
The president's quarters are inadequate.
Correct. Have them refurbished.
-In what style?
-We are not his lackeys.
We are Time Lords
of the Supreme Council.
-I am Chancellor.
-Illegally.
I am a cardinal then, that at least.
Oh, yes, a cardinal. That at least.
Yes.
This has possibilities.
In what style, sir?
Oh, I don't know. Early Quasar 5
with a touch of Rega.
With the merest hint of Simian Empire?
-Second dynasty, of course.
-Of course.
(BOTH LAUGH)
In short, Earth, 20th century.
Well, I did get used to it.
I even liked it at times.
No, that's Sol 3, relative date
zero-three-four-one-four-
three-nine-eight-nine...
No, no, no. I prefer
four-three-seven-zero-eleven-nine.
-Yes, of course.
-Thank you.
(BOTH LAUGH)
It will, of course,
take a little time, sir.
Well, that's something we've plenty of,
eh, Cardinal?
I mean, Chancellor-elect?
-Will that be all, sir?
-No.
See to my friend, Leela.
Make sure she has comfortable quarters
and suitable clothes for my induction.
She will attend.
Yes, of course.
May I go also, President-elect?
-No, we have things to discuss.
-What things?
Oh, the redecorations, for one.
I'm sure the Lord Castellan
is quite capable of...
Oh, yes, quite.
But I'd be so very grateful
if you helped him with the small things.
The good Castellan has his flaws. Hmm?
I mean, his experience
hardly extends to Earth
zero-seven-three period.
Zero-seven-three...
Yes, you remember
all those marvellous panels. Hmm?
Very primitive, of course.
-Yes, I remember.
-Mmm.
Where would you like them?
Everywhere.
-Everywhere?
-Everywhere.
Floor, ceilings, wall, everywhere.
-But lead...
-Shh.
It's a very difficult substance
to control.
-It is.
-Only a few have mastered the art.
Then more should.
Put your best men on it immediately.
-Borusa?
-Yes.
And the door.
Everywhere.
Yes. That looks good.
-(SIGHING) Madam...
-My name is Leela.
Leela, we've been through
the whole cosmos.
May I ask what you would like?
Well, I would like a quiver, a bow, a
pouch of Janis Thorns and my knife back.
Madam... Leela, I've told you many times
that I can't give you your knife.
No weapons are allowed here.
Except for internal security.
The Doctor said
you were to look after me.
Yes, those were
the President-elect's orders, madam.
-And don't call me ''madam''!
-I'm sorry! Leela.
But I can't give you weapons.
Then keep your fine clothes
and your useless baubles.
And keep your president-elect also!
What then?
Then Gold Usher will formally
introduce you to the Matrix.
-Just the Matrix?
-There is no ''just'' about it.
The Matrix is the sum total.
Everything.
All the information
that has ever been stored,
all the information that can be stored,
the imprints of personalities
of hundreds of Time Lords
and their presidents,
their elected presidents.
That will become available to you.
It will become a part of you,
as you will become a part of it.
Yes, that's what I thought.
VARDAN 1: Prepare.
But you know this already.
Once before, you have entered
into the amplified Pantropic computer.
Yes, I didn't much care for it either.
The APC net is only a small part
of the Matrix.
And when I've been introduced
to the Matrix,
will I have complete power?
More power than anyone
in the known universe, yes.
I'll put it to good use. The best.
That is your duty.
Oh, yes, quite. Quite.
VARDAN 1: Summon the commanders.
VARDAN 2: Full standby?
VARDAN 1: No, not yet.
The first phase is nearing completion.
It is time.
This ceremony,
it does the Doctor much honour?
The greatest honour Gallifrey can offer.
Then I shall not let him down.
-Leela!
-Are there any duties for me?
-Duties?
-Yes.
Rites I must observe, things to do,
things not to do.
No, there's nothing for you to do.
-But, Leela...
-Mmm?
If you could avoid killing anyone,
it would help.
I will try.
Undue haste is one thing,
vulgar bad manners another.
I normally take the oath
to consider an induction,
let alone assemble one.
Unsettled times, eh, Gomer? Though still
the time will throw up the man.
They say with time,
wisdom comes to an end.
Aren't you due for regeneration?
I believe I have wisdom
to fill my years.
Just so, Lord Savar.
-Cyclic burst.
-I beg your pardon?
The answer may lie
in the cyclic burst ratio.
An ex-star protects us. What is it?
Cyclic burst ratio?
A little study of mine, a hobby.
You comprehend ''hobby''?
I believe I've come across it, sir.
But I fail to understand
any significant meaning.
That does not surprise me.
I'm making a study of what I would term
wavelength broadcast power transduction.
-Really?
-Yes.
You see, I've noticed lately,
well, over the last decade or so,
an enormous fluctuation
in relative wavelength transduction
over a particularly narrow band.
(PIPE ORGAN PLAYING)
Honoured members of the Supreme Council,
cardinals, Time Lords, madam,
we are here today to honour
the will and the wisdom of Rassilon.
VARDAN 2: We are near victory.
Is there anyone here
to contest the candidate's right
to the Sash of Rassilon?
Is there anyone here
to contest the candidate's right
to the Rod of Rassilon?
Is there anyone here
to contest the candidate's right
to the Great Key of Rassilon?
By custom, with wisdom and for honour,
I shall strike three times.
Should no voice be heard
by the third stroke,
I will, duty-bound, invest the candidate
as President of the Supreme Council
of the Time Lords of Gallifrey.
(ROD TAPS)
VARDAN 2: Now we have them.
It is my duty and privilege,
having the consent
of the Time Lords of Gallifrey,
to invest you
as President of the Supreme Council.
Accept, therefore, the Sash of Rassilon.
(PIPE ORGAN PLAYING)
Accept, therefore, the Rod of Rassilon.
(PIPE ORGAN PLAYING)
Seek, therefore,
to find the Great Key of Rassilon.
(PIPE ORGAN PLAYING)
VARDAN 2: We have been cheated!
VARDAN 1:
No, all is exactly as expected.
Do you swear
to uphold the laws of Gallifrey?
I swear.
Do you swear to follow
in the wisdom of Rassilon?
I swear.
Do you swear
to protect the law and the wisdom?
I swear.
(PEOPLE MURMURING)
I invest you Lord President
of the Supreme Council.
I wish you good fortune and strength.
I give you the Matrix.
(PIPE ORGAN PLAYING)
(WHIRRING)
-I am prepared.
-VARDAN 1: Speed is vital, Doctor.
K9, can you tell me how long he'll be?
Negative.
Prognostication impossible
in matters concerning Doctor.
-Prog what?
-I cannot tell.
-Can you tell me where we've landed?
-Affirmative.
Well?
Materialisation took place
on alien spacecraft.
Why wouldn't the Doctor
let me go with him?
I do not know.
Prognostication impossible in matters...
Impossible in matters concerning...
I know. I know.
Well, he may need my help.
I'm gonna take a look.
Do not touch the scanner control,
mistress.
Oh, I know the Doctor said
we weren't supposed to,
but wouldn't you like to see
where he is, hmm?
-Who he's talking to?
-Negative.
Wishing for such things is emotion.
I am not programmed...
Oh, shut up! You're no help at all!
(WHIRRING)
(BEEPING)
What's wrong?
Why won't it work?
K9?
K9, what's...
K9, sulking is also an emotional thing.
If you cannot wish, you cannot sulk.
K9!
K9, I'm sorry.
I didn't mean to shout at you.
-Apologies are not necessary.
-No, no, no. Of course they're not.
Now, can you tell me, please,
why this scanner will not work?
The Doctor immobilised the mechanism
before he left
in order to prevent you switching it on.
You mean, he doesn't trust me?
What is he doing out there?
VARDAN 1: We will conclude formalities.
Sign it!
I never sign anything
before I've read it.
VARDAN 1: Then, read it.
You promised complete control
over the Time Lords.
VARDAN 2:
You will have complete control.
-But here in paragraph four...
-VARDAN 2: Lawyer's quibbles, Doctor.
Well, I've heard that before.
Almost got me killed once,
but of course you know that.
VARDAN 1: Sign it!
-Complete control.
-VARDAN 1: My word.
Well, I've signed so many things,
one more won't make any difference.
VARDAN 1: But it will, Doctor. It will.
I'm honoured to be allowed
to serve your glorious cause.
Where have you been?
Where have you been?
(WHISPERING) Why did you turn
the scanner off?
Doctor, where have you been?
-Order K9 to tell you to shut up.
-Yes.
K9, the Doctor said
you're to tell me to shut up.
How dare you?
-Adopt silent mode, mistress.
-LEELA: K9, you...
Imperative, mistress.
(RINGING)
Speak.
Where?
When?
Relative time, please, Rodan.
Thank you.
(COMMANDER CLEARS THROAT)
Yes, what is it, Commander?
-A report, sir.
-Continue.
Temporal scan indicates
unidentified capsule approaching.
Unidentified?
At this distance within
our own continuum, unidentified, sir.
But our own?
Molecular patina indicates
Gallifreyan origin.
Yes, sir.
But it's too early for a positive.
When, then?
Approximately two minutes relative, sir.
-Defences?
-Green level.
No sense in taking chances, Commander.
Go to amber alert.
Yes, sir.
Main security?
Commander Andred speaking.
Please establish amber alert.
(ALARM SOUNDING)
Amber alert.
They put an amber alert on me. On me?
-Cheek.
-Cheek?
Yes, cheek!
Physical characteristics,
humanoid facial component.
Wrong.
Tertiary data check insists
definition correct.
Amber alert?
On me?
Confirmation, sir.
The capsule is Gallifreyan.
-Then what is all the fuss about?
-Still unidentified.
Unidentified?
Only two Time Lords
are absent from their duties here
on authorised research missions.
-You will find their molecular codes...
-Yes, sir. Neither match.
I've checked.
Then who is in that capsule?
Unauthorised use of a time capsule
has only one penalty, Commander.
-See to it.
-Yes, sir.
(ON PA) Commander Andred
to all guard leaders.
An unidentified capsule
is approaching Gallifrey.
Any sentient form onboard
is to be arrested on arrival.
If there's no sign of life,
destroy capsule
as soon as it materialises.
-Would you like a ball bearing?
-Please do not mock, master.
-Where's Leela?
-Immersed, master.
-What?
-Totally immersed in H2O, master.
Fine time to take a bath.
Excuse me, sir.
I've decided to supervise the
destruction of the capsule personally.
Yes, of course.
Remember, Commander, a sentient who can
control a time capsule is a danger.
Capture, interrogate...
I will see that all regulations
are observed, sir.
VARDAN 1: Switch to visual.
Interesting. He appears to have landed.
VARDAN 2: He may be killed.
VARDAN 1: There will be others.
(WHOOSHING)
Gentlemen,
I'm delighted to be back on Gallifrey.
Oh, I like it. Yes, I like it.
-Where are you from, soldier?
-Gallifrey.
Gallifrey?
Never heard of it.
Guard of honour?
You're a rabble. Nothing but a rabble.
You're not fit to guard a Jelly Baby.
Would you like a Jelly Baby?
We're here to arrest you.
Well, let's get on with it.
Come on, Leela.
-Where do you think you're going?
-You just told me to follow you.
-You stay here till I send for you.
-But, Doctor...
-Halt!
-Right. You lead.
-No, you follow me.
-Right.
-What is it?
-That's the Chancellor's office.
Well, I know
it's the Chancellor's office.
-Well, no one goes in there unannounced.
-Well, announce me.
All right.
-Yes?
-Forgive the intrusion, sir.
An unexpected emergency has arisen.
-Doctor...
-I am here to claim my legal right.
What?
I claim the inheritance of Rassilon.
I claim the titles, honour,
duty and obedience of all colleges.
I claim the presidency
of the council of Time Lords.
VARDAN 1: I believe we have chosen well.
Very well.
Where is the Doctor?
(BEEPING)
Speak.
You are a very stupid machine.
-You don't dispute my claim, then?
-No.
Only the arrogance
with which you present it.
(SIGHING) Borusa,
how you used to bore me
with your interminable lectures
on responsibility and duty.
-Which obviously failed.
-Mmm.
You make me regret
teaching you anything at all.
You taught me nothing.
Nothing that instinct
couldn't provide better.
-Then you must trust your instincts.
-Mmm.
And you yours, Lord Borusa.
I'll do what I can
to persuade the cardinals
to accept you as their president.
I am the president!
No persuasion is necessary.
-Politeness dictates...
-I am the president!
-Is there another candidate legally?
-No.
-That was an unfortunate oversight.
-Thank you.
-I meant no disrespect.
-Oh, yes, you did.
Borusa, before you go, another lesson.
On what particular subject?
Constitution.
You had that at your fingertips
last time we met.
Yes, and if I hadn't,
you would have killed me.
Not I. The then chancellor.
Oh, yes.
Did you...
Did you just assume his office?
The council ratified my appointment.
Without a president,
the council can ratify nothing.
There was no president
and the President-elect was elsewhere.
Yes, but my point...
Borusa!
You haven't been given leave
to depart yet.
And until you have been confirmed
and inducted as president,
I do not need your leave to do anything.
The ceremony must take place at once.
-As soon as...
-At once!
VARDAN 1: This needs thought.
VARDAN 2: The course is obvious.
VARDAN 1: I may reconsider.
The Doctor could be more use
to us alive.
He understands discipline.
No discipline,
that's always been the trouble.
He understands the dangers?
He accepts the risks of induction
without the necessary preparations?
He accepts nothing!
That's always been the trouble with him.
No discipline.
Forgive me, sirs.
The President-elect
desires your immediate attendance.
Then let him rot in a black star.
It is his request, sirs.
After all, Chancellor,
a request is a request.
And it's only a matter of time.
It's always a matter of time, eh,
Castellan? Especially for Time Lords.
(LAUGHS) What do you think
about my office?
-Oh, it's simply a formality.
-Oh, yes, yes, I know that.
No, I meant my quarters. You know,
room of one's own, somewhere to be.
I do so hate squatting.
The president's quarters are inadequate.
Correct. Have them refurbished.
-In what style?
-We are not his lackeys.
We are Time Lords
of the Supreme Council.
-I am Chancellor.
-Illegally.
I am a cardinal then, that at least.
Oh, yes, a cardinal. That at least.
Yes.
This has possibilities.
In what style, sir?
Oh, I don't know. Early Quasar 5
with a touch of Rega.
With the merest hint of Simian Empire?
-Second dynasty, of course.
-Of course.
(BOTH LAUGH)
In short, Earth, 20th century.
Well, I did get used to it.
I even liked it at times.
No, that's Sol 3, relative date
zero-three-four-one-four-
three-nine-eight-nine...
No, no, no. I prefer
four-three-seven-zero-eleven-nine.
-Yes, of course.
-Thank you.
(BOTH LAUGH)
It will, of course,
take a little time, sir.
Well, that's something we've plenty of,
eh, Cardinal?
I mean, Chancellor-elect?
-Will that be all, sir?
-No.
See to my friend, Leela.
Make sure she has comfortable quarters
and suitable clothes for my induction.
She will attend.
Yes, of course.
May I go also, President-elect?
-No, we have things to discuss.
-What things?
Oh, the redecorations, for one.
I'm sure the Lord Castellan
is quite capable of...
Oh, yes, quite.
But I'd be so very grateful
if you helped him with the small things.
The good Castellan has his flaws. Hmm?
I mean, his experience
hardly extends to Earth
zero-seven-three period.
Zero-seven-three...
Yes, you remember
all those marvellous panels. Hmm?
Very primitive, of course.
-Yes, I remember.
-Mmm.
Where would you like them?
Everywhere.
-Everywhere?
-Everywhere.
Floor, ceilings, wall, everywhere.
-But lead...
-Shh.
It's a very difficult substance
to control.
-It is.
-Only a few have mastered the art.
Then more should.
Put your best men on it immediately.
-Borusa?
-Yes.
And the door.
Everywhere.
Yes. That looks good.
-(SIGHING) Madam...
-My name is Leela.
Leela, we've been through
the whole cosmos.
May I ask what you would like?
Well, I would like a quiver, a bow, a
pouch of Janis Thorns and my knife back.
Madam... Leela, I've told you many times
that I can't give you your knife.
No weapons are allowed here.
Except for internal security.
The Doctor said
you were to look after me.
Yes, those were
the President-elect's orders, madam.
-And don't call me ''madam''!
-I'm sorry! Leela.
But I can't give you weapons.
Then keep your fine clothes
and your useless baubles.
And keep your president-elect also!
What then?
Then Gold Usher will formally
introduce you to the Matrix.
-Just the Matrix?
-There is no ''just'' about it.
The Matrix is the sum total.
Everything.
All the information
that has ever been stored,
all the information that can be stored,
the imprints of personalities
of hundreds of Time Lords
and their presidents,
their elected presidents.
That will become available to you.
It will become a part of you,
as you will become a part of it.
Yes, that's what I thought.
VARDAN 1: Prepare.
But you know this already.
Once before, you have entered
into the amplified Pantropic computer.
Yes, I didn't much care for it either.
The APC net is only a small part
of the Matrix.
And when I've been introduced
to the Matrix,
will I have complete power?
More power than anyone
in the known universe, yes.
I'll put it to good use. The best.
That is your duty.
Oh, yes, quite. Quite.
VARDAN 1: Summon the commanders.
VARDAN 2: Full standby?
VARDAN 1: No, not yet.
The first phase is nearing completion.
It is time.
This ceremony,
it does the Doctor much honour?
The greatest honour Gallifrey can offer.
Then I shall not let him down.
-Leela!
-Are there any duties for me?
-Duties?
-Yes.
Rites I must observe, things to do,
things not to do.
No, there's nothing for you to do.
-But, Leela...
-Mmm?
If you could avoid killing anyone,
it would help.
I will try.
Undue haste is one thing,
vulgar bad manners another.
I normally take the oath
to consider an induction,
let alone assemble one.
Unsettled times, eh, Gomer? Though still
the time will throw up the man.
They say with time,
wisdom comes to an end.
Aren't you due for regeneration?
I believe I have wisdom
to fill my years.
Just so, Lord Savar.
-Cyclic burst.
-I beg your pardon?
The answer may lie
in the cyclic burst ratio.
An ex-star protects us. What is it?
Cyclic burst ratio?
A little study of mine, a hobby.
You comprehend ''hobby''?
I believe I've come across it, sir.
But I fail to understand
any significant meaning.
That does not surprise me.
I'm making a study of what I would term
wavelength broadcast power transduction.
-Really?
-Yes.
You see, I've noticed lately,
well, over the last decade or so,
an enormous fluctuation
in relative wavelength transduction
over a particularly narrow band.
(PIPE ORGAN PLAYING)
Honoured members of the Supreme Council,
cardinals, Time Lords, madam,
we are here today to honour
the will and the wisdom of Rassilon.
VARDAN 2: We are near victory.
Is there anyone here
to contest the candidate's right
to the Sash of Rassilon?
Is there anyone here
to contest the candidate's right
to the Rod of Rassilon?
Is there anyone here
to contest the candidate's right
to the Great Key of Rassilon?
By custom, with wisdom and for honour,
I shall strike three times.
Should no voice be heard
by the third stroke,
I will, duty-bound, invest the candidate
as President of the Supreme Council
of the Time Lords of Gallifrey.
(ROD TAPS)
VARDAN 2: Now we have them.
It is my duty and privilege,
having the consent
of the Time Lords of Gallifrey,
to invest you
as President of the Supreme Council.
Accept, therefore, the Sash of Rassilon.
(PIPE ORGAN PLAYING)
Accept, therefore, the Rod of Rassilon.
(PIPE ORGAN PLAYING)
Seek, therefore,
to find the Great Key of Rassilon.
(PIPE ORGAN PLAYING)
VARDAN 2: We have been cheated!
VARDAN 1:
No, all is exactly as expected.
Do you swear
to uphold the laws of Gallifrey?
I swear.
Do you swear to follow
in the wisdom of Rassilon?
I swear.
Do you swear
to protect the law and the wisdom?
I swear.
(PEOPLE MURMURING)
I invest you Lord President
of the Supreme Council.
I wish you good fortune and strength.
I give you the Matrix.
(PIPE ORGAN PLAYING)
(WHIRRING)