Doctor Who (1963–1989): Season 16, Episode 15 - The Androids of Tara: Part Three - full transcript

(DOCTOR WHO THEME)

I, Princess Strella,
descendant of the Royal Kings of Tara,

Mistress of the domains
of Thorvald, Mortgarde and Freya,

do humbly offer my loyalty to the King

and hereby recognise his suzerainty
over me and all whom I command.

No!

-Are you mad?
-Seize him! He's killed the Princess!

Stop! That's not the Princess!

ARCHIMANDRITE: It's an android.
ZADEK: How did you know?

A circuit must have been faulty.
I heard it spark.

And who might you be, pray?



But it doesn't make sense. Why send
an android to swear loyalty to the King?

To get close enough to kill him.

But who would want to kill the King?

Unless...

My dear Archimandrite,
what are you suggesting?

-Treachery against His Majesty.
-Take care what you say, Zadek.

Your Eminence, I suggest we postpone
the oath-taking for the time being.

Who knows how many other
programmed androids there may be?

(ALL GASPING)

You think there are more?

It is a possibility we must face,
Your Eminence.

I shall leave my own personal guard here
to protect His Majesty.

-I'm afraid I cannot permit that, Count.
-It is not for you to say.

As commander of His Majesty's bodyguard,
it is my decision and mine alone.



You presume too much, Zadek!

Well, what does His Majesty
have to say on the matter?

He is very quiet.

(CLEARS THROAT)
His Majesty is very tired.

-Can't you talk about this tomorrow?
-Who the devil are you, sir?

-I'm the King's doctor.
-Is His Majesty ill?

No, nothing a nice rest won't cure.
He'll be all right tomorrow.

I understand, Doctor.

Come, Count. We must allow
His Majesty to rest.

-But what of the danger?
-What possible danger

can His Majesty be in from his
own personal bodyguard, Count?

Hmm?

Will he be all right tomorrow?

Not unless I can recharge his power
packs and repair his speech circuits.

(SIGHS)

-Is this yours?
-Yes.

-What is it?
-What is it?

Yes. What is it made of?

I've no idea.
I only found it the other day.

It's like no substance
I've ever seen before.

I have blunted two diamond drills on it.

-Perhaps it's some kind of quartz.
-This is no quartz.

Well, if you don't want it,
could I have it back?

You've no use for it, have you?

Well, I don't suppose it matters.
What could you possibly do with it?

-No.
-Why not?

I'm curious. It looks as though
it might be part of something.

Part of what?

It failed! The machine failed!

That doctor saw at once
it was an android.

My lord, I did warn you it wasn't ready.

What doctor?

Oh, some strange doctor
who's attending the Prince.

We hold the real prince. What you have
seen must have been an android.

Obviously.

-Do you know this doctor?
-No.

I think you do.

Lamia, prepare another android,
an exact copy,

precise to the last detail.
I have an idea.

Our guest can help us.

-Master!
-K9.

I have located the mistress.
She is in Castle Gracht.

-Are you sure?
-Affirmative, master.

I detected her presence
quite distinctly.

Good.

Well, that means the Count has Romana,
the real Princess and the Prince.

So Grendel now holds all the cards.

No! I wouldn't say that.
We've still got a prince of sorts.

He has to attend the convocation
with the Archimandrite and the priests.

Will he be able to?

Well... K9, what would happen
if I connect the carbon circuit

to the silicon circuit?
How long would they last?

Come on, K9.

Three hours, nine minutes
and 1 0.7 seconds, approximately.

Comfortable, my dear?

-LAMIA: My lord.
-What is it?

(ELECTRONIC BEEPING)

These are like no alpha waves
I have ever seen before.

-What do you mean?
-She is not Taran.

-Then what is she?
-I don't know.

-I need more time for evaluation.
-Time we don't have, my dear.

Just programme
another android to kill, that's all.

But this time make sure
it's a perfect copy.

Yes, my lord.

Go on, ask him a question. Go on.

A question of monastic lands, that's
bound to come up at the convocation.

What is His Majesty's position on that?

Monastic lands are held
by the religious orders

under the protection of the Crown.

Those lands and that protection may be
withdrawn at my discretion at any time.

Good.

I propose to be discreet
for the time being.

Yes.

-Doctor, the Prince...
-King!

-Quite so, Your Majesty.
-Zadek.

Oh, drat! I keep forgetting
he's only an android.

Doctor, the King seems to be...
How shall I say, a trifle more...

-Intelligent than the real one?
-Yes.

Well, of course he is. I programmed him.

We don't want him
too intelligent, Doctor.

-Hmm?
-You can't trust androids, you know.

It's funny, you know. That's what
some androids say about people.

-What?
-Anyway, how can you possibly be

frightened of something that goes pfft
if it short-circuits?

-Someone to speak to the Doctor, sir.
-Who?

My name is Till.
I am but a servant to the Count.

ZADEK: What do you want?

My mission is with the Doctor,
Swordsman, not with thee.

You dare to refuse to speak
to a Master of the Sword?

Swordsman! I will speak only to
the Doctor. Those are my orders.

Quite right, too. Quite right.

We peasants have got to stick together.
Now then, what can I do for you, huh?

-I have a message from Madame Lamia.
-Lamia?

Yeah. She's Count Grendel's woman.
A peasant.

Well?

She would have me tell you
that she fears for the Count's safety.

Why?

Now they've crowned the android King,
the Count is politically powerless.

(SHUSHING) Come over here.

-I suppose he can be trusted.
-Who, the servant or the Doctor?

The Doctor, of course.

-He can be trusted, can't he, sir?
-I wish we knew more about him.

-There's only one way to settle this.
-Do not activate your sword.

Good dog.

Good dog.

-Lamia's offered us a deal.
-ZADEK: What?

Romana in exchange for the safe conduct
out of the country of Count Grendel.

-You refused, of course.
-No, no. I accepted.

I'm to take a written undertaking from
you and the King for Grendel's safety,

and Lamia and her friends
will pass Romana over to me.

-It's an obvious trap. You can't go.
-Yes, I can.

Where is the meeting to take place?

At a place called the Pavilion of
the Summer Winds. You know where it is?

Yes, it's on Grendel's estate,
in the woods near the castle.

Good. I shall have to go alone,
of course.

It's funny. They always want you to go
alone when you're walking into a trap.

Have you noticed that?

GRENDEL: You've excelled yourself,
my dear Lamia. It's absolutely perfect.

-Don't you agree?
-The Doctor'll spot it immediately.

In the dark at a distance of 20 feet?
I think not, my dear!

He'll know it's a trap.

Of course! That's what gives
the situation such a delicious edge.

-He won't come.
-You underestimate your friend, my dear.

Of course he'll come.

What else can he do?
It's his only chance of rescuing you.

He'll be very careful, very cautious.
He'll bide his time.

But sooner or later he must find out

if that figure in the Pavilion
is you or not.

And when he does...

Show her, Lamia.

MANNEQUIN: (IN DOCTOR'S VOICE)
Hello, Romana. How are you?

Rather ingenious, don't you think?

You are to be congratulated, my dear.

How did you get the voice?

The Count's man Till recorded
his voice patterns when they parleyed.

Once I have the pattern,
the construction of speech

is a simple matter.

-It won't work.
-Why not?

Supposing the Doctor doesn't speak?

The android is also programmed to kill
in various other ways.

You see before you
the complete killing machine.

As beautiful as you
and as deadly as the plague.

If only she were real, I'd marry her!

You deserve each other.

Come, my dear.

LAMIA: Guard!

Guard!

What kept you so long?
Bring this one back to the cells.

(CELL DOOR OPENING)

Leave us. I will lock up the prisoner.

You know, if Grendel does become king,
he'll never make you his queen.

Nor you, either. I will see to that.

But I don't want him.
And you do, don't you?

Look, why don't you let me go?

All you have to do is release me
and the Doctor and I'll leave Tara.

Think about it.
What have you got to lose?

Grendel.

Well, you haven't exactly got him now,
have you? All he's doing is using you.

I know.

But that is better than nothing.

Now, how does the Doctor do this?

(SHUSHING)

Steady, K9, steady. Let's take a look.

(GASPS)

Shh! We're getting out of here.

-Save yourself.
-And leave you behind? They'll kill you.

I'm too weak. I'd only get in the way.

Listen, Grendel's taken most of
the guards with him. Now's our chance.

Then take it. Don't waste time with me.

Tell Zadek where I am.
He'll know what to do.

-REYNART: That's it.
-Okay.

Like that. Good.

-Ready?
-Go ahead.

(SCREAMING)

Guard! Guard!

Guard, quickly, the Prince!

SOLDIER: My lord.

The men are in position, my lord.

Good. Await my signal.
Tell them to be ready.

Yes, sir.

-You know what to do, my dear?
-Yes.

When this Doctor arrives,
you leave him to me.

What should I do without you?

Find another peasant
who understands androids, no doubt.

True.

But I should not find one
who pleased me so much.

Go now, before he arrives.

Go, Charger! Start!

Start!

(HORSE WHINNYING)

Go, you stupid creature, go!

-Hello. You're early.
-Doctor?

-Yes. Madame Lamia, is it?
-We agreed to meet at midnight.

Yes, but I had nothing better to do,
so I thought I'd come early.

-What's your reason?
-Do I need one?

No, but it would've been fun to hear it.

-Where's Romana?
-You agree to my terms?

I do indeed.
Safe conduct for Count Grendel

in return for Romana,
also safe and sound.

-Yes.
-Where is Romana?

You realise that Count Grendel
will have to go into exile.

But there's no reason why you can't go
into exile with him, is there?

-Where's Romana?
-Outside.

Bring her in.

It's a good offer, Lamia. A fair offer.

Well, Doctor, aren't you going
to greet your friend?

(K9 BEEPING)

Caution, master!

What is it, K9?

Kill him!

Kill him!

Kill him!

-In focus, K9?
-Affirmative.

DOCTOR: Now!

Something's gone wrong.
Attack the Pavilion!

My lord! My lord!

You fools, that was Madame Lamia!
Hold your fire!

Doctor! I know you're in there.

There's only one entrance
to that pavilion.

Come out, Doctor! Surrender!

We won't harm you!

Tell the bowmen to fire immediately
they see the target.

I want him destroyed.

Well, Doctor? Are you coming out?

You have my word as a Gracht
you will not be harmed.

-Ill-advised, master.
-What?

You just leave it to me, K9.
I know exactly what I'm doing.

Liar!

-Time we got out of here, K9.
-Affirmative, master.

(FIRING CONTINUES)

-Round here, do you think?
-Affirmative.

Come on!

(FIRING CONTINUES)

There he is. He's got out.

1 0,000 gold pieces to the man
who shoots the Doctor!

Wait. Listen.

The Princess! Hold your fire!

Everyone for himself, K9!

Fools! That wasn't the Princess,
it was Romana! After them!

DOCTOR: Hope you know how to
stop this thing when we get there.

While Grendel thinks
we're still in the palace,

we may be able to surprise him.

You must bring up a troop of bowmen
under cover of darkness

and position them
on the left flank here.

-Doctor!
-It's the Princess!

No, I'm Romana.

-ZADEK: Incredible!
-Isn't it?

-Ah, this must be the android king.
-Yes, we call him George.

-And these gentlemen?
-They're real, I think.

This is Swordsman Farrah.
I am Swordmaster Zadek.

Zadek? I have a message for you
from the real king.

-You've seen His Majesty? How is he?
-He is not very well.

-We must think of a plan to rescue him.
-Horseman approaching!

Under a flag of truce.

It's Count Grendel!
I'll kill the traitor!

Not if he comes under a flag of truce.
You know the articles of war, Swordsman.

I'm not sure Count Grendel does, sir.

Disarm the Count, then,
and bring him in.

Good day, gentlemen.
I come to you under a flag of truce

and expect to be treated
according to the usages of war.

What do you want?

How are you, Your Android Majesty?

(VERY SLOWLY) I am well.

He doesn't sound it.
Power packs need recharging I expect.

-Nothing that can't be fixed, Count.
-Oh, Doctor!

Well, there you are. I was glad
you managed to escape safely.

Yes. Well, so was I.

Tell me, where is the charming Romana?

What do you want, Count Grendel?

Only a word with the Doctor,
according to the usages of war.

Shall we?

Excellent.

Well?

-Doctor, you're a remarkable man.
-I am?

-Yeah. A man after my own heart.
-I am?

Here you are, new to Taran politics, and
in no time at all, what have you become?

-Go on, you tell me.
-Kingmaker extraordinary.

Thanks to you keeping
that micro-circuitry going,

Zadek has his king.

But have you thought what would happen
if something went seriously wrong,

like an overload on the circuits?

-What would happen?
-Your usefulness ceases.

You know too much. You become
a dangerous embarrassment to Zadek.

An embarrassment to be got rid of,
and don't think he wouldn't.

What's the answer?

Suppose we both unmade our kings.
No more King Reynart at all.

-What? What would that achieve?
-A vacancy for a new king.

Ah.

-You, I suppose?
-No, no, no, Doctor.

There would be opposition. No.

I was thinking
you'd make an excellent king.

Me?

Just a moment.

The Count's just offered me the throne.

That's treason, Count!

Only so long as the king is alive!

Seize him!

-Why did you do that?
-Because he's got Romana. Look.

ROMANA: Stop! Let me go!

Doctor! Doctor, help me!