Doctor Who (1963–1989): Season 17, Episode 7 - City of Death: Part Three - full transcript

Pursuing the mystery of the multiple, authentic Mona Lisa's back to Leonardo de Vinci's workshop in 1505 Florence, the Doctor meets Captain Tancredi - the very same man he's met as Count ...

Leonardo?

The paintings went down very well.

Everybody loved them.
The Last Supper. Mona Lisa.

You remember the Mona Lisa?

That dreadful woman with no eyebrows
who wouldn't sit still, eh?

Yeah.

Your idea for the helicopter took a bit longer
to catch on but, as I say, these things take time.

-You!
-Me?

Who are you? What are you doing here?

Well, I just dropped by to see Leonardo,
actually, you see about...

-Nobody's allowed to see Leonardo.
-Really?



He's engaged on important work
for Captain Tancredi.

Captain Tancredi?

-You know him?
-No.

He'll want to question you.

Well, I'll want to question him
so we can both have a little chat, can't we?

He'll be here instantly.

You. What are you doing here?

I think that is exactly the question
I ought to be asking you, Doctor.

I thought the Louvre
was meant to be well-guarded.

It is.

It just looks as though every alarm
in the place has been immobilised.

A fantastic feat.

The Count's got some clever technology
here as well.

There's another alarm been immobilised.



You've got a pretty cynical attitude
to life, haven't you, Duggan?

Well, when you've been around as long as I have.

-How old are you, anyway?
-1 25.

What?
It's gone!

The system around it should be
absolutely impregnable. It can't be turned off.

Someone seems to have managed it somehow.

But the only way
you can get into that painting is...

Hell's bells!
That's what it sounds like! Let's go.

-Split up. We'll meet back at the caf.
-But how do you suggest we get out?

-See that window?
-Yes.

Mona Lisa.

Doctor, will you care to explain to me
exactly how you come to be in Paris, 1979?

Florence, 1505.

-I am waiting, Doctor.
-Well, I do flit about a bit, you know.

-Through time?
-Yes, I suppose so.

How, precisely?

I don't know,
I don't seem to be able to help myself.

There I am, just walking along,
minding my own business and pop!

I'm on a different planet or even a different time.

But enough of my problems,
what are you doing here?

I will tell you. The knowledge will be of little use
to you, since you will shortly die.

I am the last of the Jagaroth.
I am also the saviour of the Jagaroth.

I mean, if you're the last of them,
there can't be that many about to save, can there?

Jagaroth?

-You've heard of us?
-Jagaroth. I think it was on one of my trips.

Yes, you all destroyed yourself
in some massive war. Wait. When?

400 million years, I think,
is the figure you're looking for.

Is it really? How time passes.
So what are you doing here?

Surviving. The prime motive of all species.
We were not all destroyed.

A few of us escaped in a crippled spacecraft

and made planetfall in this world
in its primeval time.

We found it uninhabitable.

Yes, well, 400 million years ago
it would have been a bit of a shambles.

No life to tidy it up. No life.

We tried to leave but the ship disintegrated.
I was fractured.

Splinters of my being are scattered in time.

All identical. None complete.

I am not satisfied with your explanation.
How do you travel through time?

-As I was saying...
-What is that box?

-What box?
-That box.

That box. I don't know.
I've never seen that box in my life.

Ahhh...

The original, I presume?

Completed in 1503, it's now 1505

and you're getting the old boy
to do another six, yes?

Which you then brick up in a cellar in Paris,

for Scarlioni to find in 474 years time,
that's a very nice piece of capital investment.

I can see that you are
a dangerously clever man, Doctor.

I think it's time we conducted
this conversation somewhat more formally.

Hold him here,
while I collect the instruments of torture.

If he wags his tongue, confiscate it.

-How can I talk if you...
-You can write, can't you?

Yes.

He's mad, isn't he?

Must be a tough job humouring him.

You don't believe all that, do you?

-What?
-Well, Jagaroth spaceships.

-Isn't it, isn't it...?
-I'm paid simply to fight.

Yes, but I mean quite honestly
when you think about all that Jagaroth spaceship.

When you work for the Borgias,
you believe anything.

The Borgias? Yes. Yes, I see your point.

-As I said, I'm paid to fight.
-Yes, as I said, I see your point.

No, no, it's all right.

Come on, now.

Smile.

You can do it. There you are.

Here we are. Look.

Isn't that nice? Isn't that nice?

Dear Leo, sorry to have missed you.
Hope you're well.

Sorry about the mess on the panels,
just paint over. There's a good chap.

See you earlier. Love, the Doctor.

Just about to pop off through time again, Doctor?

How very discourteous when I'd gone through
all the trouble of fetching the thumbscrews.

Kerensky.

-Where am I?
-In Paris, of course.

-Paris?
-Yes.

A dream.

-Perhaps a dream.
-Who? Who are you?

I am who I am, Kerensky.

I am the one who pays you to work. Now, to it.

-Time is short.
-But your face...

You pick a quarrel with my face, Kerensky?
Beware I do not pick a quarrel with yours,

I may choose instruments
somewhat sharper than words.

Who are the Jagaroth?

So, no dream.

The Jagaroth.

You serve the Jagaroth. Now, work!

It's the Jagaroth who need all the chickens, is it?

The chickens. You never cease to amaze me
that such a giant intellect,

could live in such a tiny mind.

Scaroth!

I must think. I must have time to think.

What have you been making me work for?

I thought we were working
to feed the human race.

The human race.

We are working for a far greater purpose,
on a scale you could not conceive.

The fate of the Jagaroth is in my hands.

And you will work for my purpose,
willingly or unwillingly.

I thought these places
were meant to be open all night?

You should go into partnership with a glazier.
You'd have a truly symbiotic working relationship.

What?

I'm just pointing out that you break a lot of glass.

You can't make an omelette
without breaking eggs.

If you wanted an omelette,
I'd expect to find a pile of broken crockery,

a cooker in flames and an unconscious chef.

Listen, I get results.

-Do you? The Count's got the Mona Lisa.
-Yeah, all seven of them.

-You know what I don't understand?
-I expect so.

There are seven potential buyers
and exactly seven Mona Lisas.

Yes.

And yet, six of them have been sitting
bricked up for centuries.

-What, buyers?
-No, Mona Lisas.

How did the Count know where they were?
How did he know where to get them?

Taxes the mind, doesn't it?

You will now see the true
end product of your labours.

This is what you will now produce for me.

Look at it.

But Count, this machine is precisely the reverse

of what we...of what I have been working on.

But you will agree that the research
you have done under my guidance

-points equally well in either direction.
-Yes, yes, it does.

It means increasing the very effect
I was trying to eliminate.

Precisely.

But the scale of this is fantastic.

Count, what are you trying to do?

-This is monstrous beyond...
-But you will do it.

No, a 1,000 times, no.

Even if I wanted to, I could not.

Why is that?

The equipment on this scale,
the power on this scale,

it would cost millions and millions.

Even you, Count, could not afford such things.

Excellency!

Excellency.

The Mona Lisa is no longer in the Louvre.

Excellent, Hermann. Excellent.

The moment the news breaks, sir,
each of our seven buyers will be ready.

And how much money will this bring us, Hermann?

About a $100 million, sir.

Continue with your work, Professor.
Enjoy it or you will die.

-I haven't started yet.
-I know, it's just his hands are cold.

So sensitive. I think we're in for a little treat.

-All this is totally unnecessary.
-You make it necessary.

-You will not tell me the truth.
-I've changed my mind.

If there's one thing I can't stand,
it's being tortured by someone with cold hands.

What is it you want to know?

Excellent. I want to know
how you travel through time.

It's simple, I'm a Time Lord.

And the girl? The truth.

Well...

Time is running out, Doctor.

What do you mean ''time is running out''?
It's only 1 505. All right, all right.

I'll tell you.

There is one thing I'd like to know,

is how do you communicate across time
with the other splinters of yourself?

I am asking the questions.

Why do you still worry, my dear? We've done it.

We have the Mona Lisa.

-Think of the wealth that will be ours.
-The wealth is not everything.

Of course. The achievement. Yes, the achievement.

Achievement?

You talk to me about achievement
because I steal the Mona Lisa?

Can you imagine how a man might feel
who has caused the pyramids to be built?

The heavens to be mapped?
Invented the first wheel?

Shown the true use of fire?
Brought up a whole race from nothing?

To save his own race.

What are you talking about?
No one can achieve everything.

I do not ask for everything.

I ask but for a single life,
and the life of my people.

-Are you feeling all right, my dear?
Scaroth.

-Yes.
-Scaroth.

I'm feeling quite well.

Please leave us.

-Us?
-Me. Leave me.

Scaroth.

-Are you sure there's...
-Go.

Go!

Scaroth.

Scaroth.

Scaroth.

Scaroth.

-Are you all right?
-Continue.

The interface of the time continuums
is unstable. I know that.

Tell me something useful.

-Scaroth.
-Wait.

-Righto.
-No, not you. Continue, Doctor.

-Scaroth.
-A moment.

-Is he often like this?
-I'm not paid to notice.

Scaroth.

-Captain.
-I know, leave us.

-Us?
-Me, leave me.

Scaroth.

I'm coming. Yes.

Scaroth.

We are here.

Together we are Scaroth.

I am Scaroth.

Me, together in one. The Jagaroth live through me.

Together we have pushed
this puny race of humans,

shaped their paltry destiny to meet our ends.

Soon we shall be.

The centuries that divide me shall be undone.

The centuries that divide me shall be...

The centuries that divide me shall be undone!

The centuries that divide me shall be undone!

Undone!

So, the Doctor has the secret.

The Doctor and the girl.

''The centuries that divide me shall be undone.''

I don't like the sound of that.

-Your coffee will get cold.
-What?

Here. Have some coffee.

-That's it.
-What?

I'm washed up.

I'm sent to Paris to find out

if anything odd is happening in the art world
and what happens?

The Mona Lisa gets stolen under my nose.
Odd, isn't in it.

I'm going to leave a note for the Doctor.

I really think we should go
and get it back, don't you?

Which one? I've seen seven.

What am I going to see today?
A half a dozen Eiffel Towers lying about?

-The real Mona Lisa. The original.
-Well, how do you account for the others?

Well, perhaps you're right.
Perhaps Scarlioni has discovered a way...

to travel in time.

Yes, perhaps he went back in time,

had a chat to Leonardo,

got him to rustle up another six,
came forward in time,

stole the one in the Louvre,
and now sells all seven at enormous profit.

Sound reasonable?

I used to do divorce investigations.
It was never like this.

There's only one flaw in that line
of reasoning as far as I can see.

There is?

That equipment of Kerensky's
wouldn't work effectively as a time machine.

It wouldn't?

You can have two adjacent time continuums
running at different rates.

You can?

But without a field interface stabiliser,
you can't cross from one to the other.

You can't?

I'm just guessing.

Come on. Let's get back to the ch?teau
where at least you can thump somebody.

-What news?
-Sir, it is very grave.

-The picture of the Mona Lisa has been stolen.
-What?

Excuse me.

Did you notice two people trying to stop
that painting from being stolen last night?

-Excuse me, monsieur?
-Two people.

One was a pretty girl and a young man,
fair hair, who was always hitting...

-Were they here?
-No, monsieur, no.

-But I think you should speak to the police.
-Shhh. No time.

I've got the human race to think about.
Shhh. The human race.

...known picture,
probably the most famous in the world...

I'll see you, eh?

Patron, you remember those two people
I was in here with yesterday?

We kept being held up and attacked.
Smashing things?

You don't happen to know
where they went, do you?

No.

They can't have been mad enough
to go back to the ch?teau.

Thank you.

''Dear Doctor, gone back to the ch?teau...''

Thank you.

As soon as the alarm sounded, Excellency,

he was halfway through the window
and she was outside.

I thought you might wish to speak to them
so I called off the dogs.

They cannot be professionals.

My dear, it was not necessary
for you to enter my house by...

we could hardly call it stealth,
you had only to knock on the door.

I've been very anxious to renew our acquaintance.

In fact, I was almost on the point
of sending out a search party.

-Listen, Scarlioni...
-I'm speaking to the young lady.

You have some knowledge
which could be very useful to me.

-You better not touch her...
-Would you be quiet?

-I'll look after myself, thank you.
-Please do sit down.

Oh.

Now, I understand you have
some highly specialised knowledge

which could be of immense service to me.

-Who, me?
-I'm speaking of temporal engineering.

I am told that you are a considerable authority
on time travel.

I don't know who could've given you that idea.

Your friend the Doctor let it slip.

The Doctor, but he's in...

Yes, Florence, 1 6th century.
That's where I, we met him.

Can anyone join in this conversation
or do you need a certificate?

-If he interrupts again, Hermann, kill him.
-Sir.

Perhaps you'd care to come downstairs
and examine the equipment in more detail?

And if I refuse?

Must we go into vulgar threats?

Let us just say that I shall destroy Paris,
if that'll help you make up your mind.

And am I supposed to believe you can do that?

Well, you won't know
until you've seen the equipment, will you?

-Bring him.
-Yes.

-Can he?
-What?

Destroy Paris?

-What, with this lot?
-Yeah.

No trouble.

Blast the whole city
through an unstabilised time field.

You don't seriously believe all this
time travel nonsense, do you?

Do you believe wood comes from trees?

What do you mean?

It's just a fact of life one's brought up in.

You're beginning to appreciate
the truth of my words, then, are you?

-That you can destroy Paris? Yes.
-Why all this talk of destruction?

-What are you doing with my work?
-Professor, I shall show you.

Would you care to examine the field generator?

You will now see, my dear, how I deal with fools.

No. Not that switch.