Doctor Who (1963–1989): Season 19, Episode 18 - Black Orchid: Part Two - full transcript

(DOCTOR WHO THEME)

(JAZZ MUSIC PLAYING)

That was great fun.

Shall we go back to the terrace?
I'm afraid we must return to the others.

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

Who are you?

Let me go.

Please let me go!

Stop it!

Let me go, whoever you are!

Help! Help!



-Doctor?
-Lady Cranleigh.

This is Dittar Latoni,
an old friend from Brazil.

-How do you do?
-Sir.

-I'm afraid I'm lost.
-You are indeed.

-I should explain.
-Please don't, there's no need.

Oh, but there is.
You see, in my meanderings

I've come across
something rather unpleasant.

Go on.

-There's a body through there.
-What?

A dead man in a cupboard.

-Oh, really!
-I'm afraid it's true. May I show you?

Please do.

Allow me.

(LOCK CLICKS)



Fascinating.

Ten bedrooms and four reception rooms
have access to this area.

A larger than average priest hole.

The Cranleighs of the time
were devout and very hospitable.

The priesthood came here
from all over the country.

It's in here.
Are you sure you want to look?

It's all right, Doctor,
I'm made of quite stern stuff.

Yes, of course.

Poor fellow. How very unpleasant.

-Do you know him?
-Yes, he's one of the servants.

Please?

I'm very sorry, Doctor, that you've
had this dreadful experience.

I wonder, would you be kind enough
to help me keep it from my other guests?

-I wouldn't want to upset them.
-Well...

There's no point in involving them,
unless the police decide otherwise.

-Yes, of course.
-Thank you.

Now, if you could tell me
how to get back to my room,

-I think it's about time I got changed.
-I'll show you.

I wonder where the Doctor is.

Well, it could be a number
of these fellows,

since he wishes to remain incognito.

Not being bored by this old codger,
are you?

Of course not, Sir Robert.

Hmm.

(WHIMPERS)

No!

Let me out!

(SOBBING)

I had such an awful dream.
My head's throbbing.

Oh, there, there, my dear, there, there.

How did I get here? I hurt my head.
There was someone in fancy dress.

Try to put the whole incident
out of your mind.

I can't, it was too awful.

Come on, some brandy will help
calm you down.

Some more of this, sir?

Oh, no, thank you.
This will do to be going along with.

Where's James with that bucket?
Hurry him up, will you, Henry?

Yes.

-Cold collation?
-What's that?

-Something to eat.
-Oh, yes, please.

-Is that seconds?
-So?

-You pig!
-You can only be Nyssa.

-Just look at that.
-Well, I didn't have any breakfast.

-Of course, my dear.
-Thank you.

-Lord Cranleigh...
-Sir Robert.

-Have you seen the Doctor?
-No.

-Sure you've got enough there?
-Don't you start.

His neck's broken.

By the look of him,
it couldn't have happened in a fall.

What's that?

-Ann was wearing this.
-Or the other one.

No, no, that was the other one
out there on the terrace.

Something's happened to Ann.

I'll telephone the station.

Had an accident?

I'm afraid it's a little more serious
than that, Doctor.

That's him! That's who attacked me.

-It's me.
-Yes, you.

And he did that, I saw him.

-Doctor?
-I'm afraid Miss Talbot is mistaken.

I've just this minute
come down the stairs.

I am not mistaken!

He danced with me
and then pulled me in here.

I shouted for help,
James came and he killed him.

-I say, look here...
-Sir Robert!

Arrest that man.
He killed James, I saw him.

-Lady Cranleigh, please.
-Charles, shouldn't you...

No, Madge,
wait until the Sergeant gets here.

-But our guests...
-I suggest, Charles,

that you call it a day.

Tell your guests
there's been an accident.

-And ask them to go home.
-What about him?

-I'll deal with this.
-Right-o.

Now, Ann.

This man attacked me
and then killed James.

-Oh, no, no, no, no.
-You did! He did.

He danced with me on the terrace,
brought me in here and then...

Miss Talbot is quite mistaken.
I have just come down these stairs.

Before that I...

Wait a minute. Was I like this?

-Yes.
-Well, that's it, then.

-What is it?
-A completely logical explanation.

A duplication of fancy dress.

Someone else must be
wearing an identical costume.

-No, no!
-But, my dear.

-Now be reasonable.
-I am being reasonable.

What about your own costume?
There are two of those.

My little joke, Sir Robert.

I was in charge of the costumes.
There was only one harlequin.

-That one.
-Doctor?

And only one murderer.

Lady Cranleigh, I agreed
to keep it from your guests,

but I have the distinct feeling
I'm in rather hot water.

Miss Talbot, why?

-Why what?
-Why would I attack you?

-Have you done me any harm?
-No.

No, then I have no reason to harm you.

-And besides...
-Besides what?

Well, it wouldn't be cricket.

-Robert?
-I respect the sentiment, sir,

but I have known
Miss Talbot all her life.

She has laid a complaint.

(LADY CRANLEIGH CLEARS THROAT)

Made an accusation.

There's more to this than meets the eye.

Is this the reason
that you wish to remain incognito?

-No, of course not.
-What is your name?

That's a very difficult question.

-Have you any means of identification?
-No, I've never needed any.

Fortunate man. Just exactly who are you
and what are you doing here?

I'm afraid if I told you,
you wouldn't believe me.

I am the Chief Constable of this county

and you, sir,
are under suspicion of murder.

-I'm a Time Lord.
-A what?

-I told you.
-Try again.

I travel in time and space.

I have a time machine.
You've read HG Wells?

I know of him, of course, yes.
He writes fiction.

-Lady Cranleigh, please help me.
-How can Lady Cranleigh help you?

There's something terribly wrong here,
Lady Cranleigh knows.

I showed her another dead body.

What?

Madge?

I'm afraid, like Mr Wells,
the Doctor has a vivid imagination.

I showed you a body, in a cupboard
up there... You and the Indian.

-ROBERT: Indian?
-An Indian, with a lip, a...

-I give up.
-Perhaps you'd show me?

Willingly, this way.

-Please don't leave me.
-Go and find Charles, my dear.

I don't believe it. The Doctor
would never do a thing like that.

-We can all speak for him.
-Yes.

-Miss Talbot was a witness.
-Her word against his.

That's enough.
You better get inside the house.

The police will be here any minute.

This one.

My father gave me that when I was six.

Where's the Indian?

There was an Indian.

I showed you the body of a man in there.
A man of about 30, in a white coat.

A short white coat,
you said he was a servant.

An Indian?

Well, not in there, no.
With Lady Cranleigh.

-A South American native.
-Madge?

-I'm not imagining all this.
-No?

Lady Cranleigh, I appeal to you,

it was you
who introduced me to this man.

-The man in the cupboard?
-No, the Indian.

-With the lip?
-Yes!

His name was Ditoni...
Or something like that.

-You said he was a friend from Brazil.
-From Brazil?

Where the nuts come from.

Hello? Cranleigh here. Smutty!

Now, listen,
that fellow you sent us... Huh?

What?

Well, there was a fellow here, yes.
Won the blessed game for us.

First class bat and a demon bowler.

You refuse to name yourself
or give any good account of yourself,

except some irresponsible fiction.
And you were seen to kill a man.

Heaven knows what your motive was,

but no doubt that will come out
during the course of the enquiries.

I sincerely hope so.

I've just received a telephone call
from Smutty Thomas,

apologising for the fact
that the replacement he arranged

missed his train.

-Then this man is an impostor as well.
-Indeed.

-Is he?
-I beg your pardon?

I don't know what this is all about,

but I do know
that the Doctor is no impostor.

-I've just received a telephone call...
-All right, Charles.

I'm arresting this man, Sergeant,
on suspicion of murder.

-Yes, Sir Robert.
-I must warn you that anything you say

will be taken down
and may be used in evidence.

That's very kind of you.

I shall prefer the charge later
at the station, Sergeant.

-Very good, Sir Robert.
-His accomplices must come, too.

Accomplices?

Well, perhaps I should say accessories.

-What are accessories?
-Accessories to murder.

And they suffer the same penalty.

Right, you better all come
along with me, then.

-Tanner will take you, Bob.
-Thank you, Charles.

Thank you, Lady Cranleigh,
for a delightfully unexpected afternoon.

Why don't you show them
the Tardis, Doctor?

-What will that prove?
-That he isn't lying.

Sergeant, do we pass the station?

-You're going to the station.
-I mean the railway station.

-Yes.
-Would you stop there a moment?

-Certainly not.
-Oh, please.

There's vital evidence
that will prove what I'm saying is true.

-What evidence?
-Stop and I'll show you.

-What's the idea?
-There's something I'd like to show you.

-Well?
-It's not here.

-What?
-What I wanted to show you.

Come along, Markham, he's wasting time.

Did you see it, Sarge?

-See what?
-The police box in the yard.

-No.
-It was on the northbound platform

at the railway station.

We've been able to move it,
but we can't break in.

No key will unlock it.

This one will.

-The male nurse was killed.
-Digby? When?

-Must have been last night.
-And you said nothing?

-No, it would do no good.
-Do no good?

But we can't let that Doctor fellow
suffer for something he hasn't done.

He will come to no harm. He is innocent.

-We've got to tell the police.
-No.

-Charles, please don't leave me alone.
-Ann...

Now there's something
you've got to know.

-No, Charles.
-Yes, Mother!

Please.

After you, Sergeant.

-But there won't be any room.
-You are in for a surprise.

Unbelievable. Quite unbelievable.

(SNARLING)

I must say all this is going
to be rather difficult

to explain in my report.

-In this sense, you are owed an apology.
-In this sense?

Well, there is still a murder
to be explained.

-Sir Robert?
-Come in.

-Strike me pink!
-What is it, Cummings?

A call from Lord Cranleigh, sir,
up at the hall.

He's found another body,
a man called Digby.

His neck's broken,
just like the servant, James.

The man in the cupboard.

Yes. Thank you, Cummings.
Come on, Markham.

I could get you there sooner.

You could?

All right, you do that.

How could you?

Oh, how could you!

(WHOOSHING)

Oh! Sir Robert!

Now, Mother, don't worry,
I'll look after Ann.

Yes, I know.

All right, old chap, all right.

(SCREAMING)

Nyssa!

He's started a fire! Get the brigade.

(NYSSA SCREAMING)

The stairs are burning!

-What was that thing?
-Tell him, Lady Cranleigh.

And why he's so interested in Ann.

-Well?
-They were engaged to be married.

That thing, as you call him,
was my elder son George.

How did you know?

The black orchid for one,
Latoni for another.

-Explain.
-I'll leave Lady Cranleigh to do that.

-I have to rescue Nyssa.
-He won't hurt her.

-He loves Ann.
-Really?

And what will he do
when he discovers he has the wrong girl?

There they are.

Try and hold his attention here.
I'll find a way up through the house.

No, lad, two are enough.

(COUGHING)

I have done something
terribly wrong, Robert.

Charles is not to blame.

What did the Doctor mean
about the black orchid?

Well, you saw how George looked.
The Kojabe Indians did that to him.

To them, the black orchid is sacred.

And they cut out his tongue.
His mind was affected.

He was rescued by another tribe
and their chief befriended him

and brought him home.

-Latoni?
-Yes.

With Latoni and Digby's help,

I was able to keep George
hidden in the house.

-Did George kill Digby?
-Yes.

And the servant?

George?

Please, George.

Now, George, she's done you no harm.

George. Please, George?

George, that isn't Ann.

Ann is down there. Look.

Keep still, Nyssa! It's true, George.

Please let me have her.

Please?

Thank you, George.

I'm grateful you stayed for the funeral.

-What's that?
-Our fancy dress.

Do you really mean it? We can keep them?

-Of course.
-There's something I'd like you to have.

Thank you. I shall treasure it.