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(DOCTOR WHO THEME)

Finished, Doctor. You're finished.

You wistful, you craven-hearted,

spineless poltroon! You failed me!

Too, too...

Too strong. Too much artron energy.

There's only one chance now.

Master, what are you doing?

I must trap him in the Matrix.

No, Master, no. For pity's sake.

The connections. You'll kill me.

MASTER: I've no time to waste on you.

(GOTH SCREAMING)

-The circuits.
-No, you can't.

If you cut the power,
the Doctor will die in there.

But the circuits are blowing.

If there's a fire,
the whole panatropic net,

thousands of brain patterns
will be destroyed forever.

They're not alive,
the Doctor is, I hope.

(GUNFIRE)

(INHALES SHARPLY)

It's all right, Spandrell. He's made it.

MASTER: They've cut the net.
He must be out.

(WEAKLY) You fiend.

Why did I believe in you?

I'll cheat them yet.

I'm not beaten.

Do you mind?
This is a non-smoking compartment.

-What?
-What?

-How do you feel, Doctor?
-Tired.

Yes, you'd better rest.
You took quite a beating in there.

You should see the other fellow.

-Where is he, by the way?
-Who?

Goth.

-Did you say Goth, the Chancellor?
-Yes.

The Master's legman.
He's the assassin, Spandrell.

-That's why he wanted a quick execution.
-Yes, yes.

That's right.

It was Goth, remember,

who ordered my TARDIS
to be transducted into the Capitol.

He knew I was still inside it.

Goth must have his own link
with the Matrix.

A tap-in.

We've got to trace it back to him
before he recovers.

-What's underneath here?
-Only service ducts.

-Is that all?
-Well, a long way down,

vaults and foundations
dating from the old time.

Come on, come on. Show me.

Doctor.

DOCTOR: The Master.

-Is he dead?
-Yes.

-The Chancellor's still alive.
-Not for long, by the look of him.

He must have taken the full shock.

So...

Doctor, you beat us in the end.

Goth.

-Goth, why did you do it?
-Wanted power.

-Wanted to be president.
-But you would have been.

President told me,

-I was not his successor.
-So you killed him?

For him, the Master, his plan.

What was his plan, Goth?

Met him on Tersurus.

He was dying.

No more regeneration possible.

Promised me share

all his knowledge,

if I bring him to Gallifrey.

Goth? Goth, what was his plan?

Couldn't fight

his mental dominance.

Did everything he asked.

(GASPING)

-Sorry now.
-Goth, what was...

ENGIN: It's no use, Doctor.

No answer to a straight question.

Typical politician.

It seems clear how it happened.

The Master tried to trap the Doctor

in the APC net
by overloading the neuron fields.

Then he collapsed and died,

leaving Chancellor Goth
still connected into the circuit.

-Natural causes?
-Yes, sir.

His body was extremely emaciated.

He had come to the end
of his regeneration cycle.

-No.
-No what, Cardinal?

The story is not acceptable.

This is a very difficult,
very delicate position.

-We must adjust the truth.
-In what way, Cardinal?

In a way that will maintain
public confidence

in the Time Lords and their leadership.

How many people have seen this Master
since his death?

Apart from ourselves,
Hilred and the two guards

who took the body
to the Panopticon vault.

Then we shall rely on their silence.

We shall change the appearance
of the corpse, Castellan.

We all know the posthumous effect
of a staser bolt.

Within the hour, the body
will be charred beyond recognition.

Our story is going to be
that the Master arrived in Gallifrey

to assassinate the President, secretly.

Before he could escape,
Chancellor Goth tracked him down

and killed him,
unfortunately perishing himself

in the exchange of fire.

Now, that's much better.
I can believe that.

You're making Goth into a hero.

If heroes don't exist,
it is necessary to invent them.

Good for public morale.

-And the Doctor's part in all this?
-Best forgotten.

Of course, Doctor,
the charge against you will be dropped.

-How kind.
-Conditional on your

leaving Gallifrey tonight.

Somehow, Cardinal, I don't want to stay.

Good. I believe you know something
of the Master's past.

We've bumped into each other
from time to time.

Then before you leave,
you can assist Coordinator Engin

to compile a new biog of him.
It doesn't have to be entirely accurate.

Like Time Lord history.

A few facts, Coordinator,
will lend it verisimilitude.

We cannot make the Master
into a public enemy,

if there is no data on him.

I can have an authentic seeming
data extract ready by morning, Cardinal.

I'll leave that to you then.

Later, Castellan, we must take
another look at data security.

We cannot have Time Lord DEs
simply vanishing from the records.

-I agree, sir.
-Well, I think that's all.

You'll attend immediately
to the cosmetic treatment.

-SPANDRELL: Sorry?
-The body, Castellan.

-Only in mathematics will we find truth.
-What?

Borusa used to say that
during my time at the academy.

And now he's setting out to prove it.

Over there.

(BEEPING)

Commander Hilred, Sector Seven.

A little job for you,
well within your capacity.

-Come to the Chancellory.
-Immediately, Castellan.

-What about his character?
-Bad.

(LAUGHS) Oh, Doctor, could you
please be a little more specific?

Yes.

-He was evil, cunning and resourceful.
-Hmm.

Highly-developed powers of ESP
and a formidable hypnotist.

And the more I think about it,
the less likely it seems.

What?

Well, that the Master
would meekly accept

the end of his regeneration cycle.
It's not his style at all.

But that's something
we must all accept, Doctor.

Thank you. Not the Master.

No, he had some sort of plan.
That's why he came here, Engin.

After the 1 2th regeneration,

there is no plan
that will postpone death.

He had a plan.

Something to do with Goth
becoming the president.

What's so special
about the president, Engin?

Nothing.
He's simply an elected Time Lord,

usually from some senior position.

He holds the symbols of office,

but, otherwise, he's no different
from any other Time Lord.

-Symbols?
-Yes, relics from the old time.

The Sash of Rassilon. The key.

Tell me about Rassilon.

Well, it's all in the book
of the old time.

But there's a modern transgram
that's much less difficult.

-Could we hear that?
-You mean now?

-What is it?
-Engin, I can feel my hair curling

and that means either it's going to rain
or else I'm onto something.

I understand, Castellan.

I chose you for this special mission
because he's already dead.

-You are unlikely to miss him.
-No, sir.

Right, off you go. Not a word to anyone.

Castellan, we found this in the adytum,
under the chair where the body was.

Empty, but enough traces
to analyse, no doubt.

Thank you, Commander.

And report back
after you've restructured the Master.

ENGIN: Eh, today,
we tend to think of Rassilon

as the founder
of our modern civilisation.

But, in his own time, he was regarded
mainly as an engineer and an architect.

And, of course,
it was long before we turned aside

from the barren road of technology.

Yes, that's all very interesting.

-Could we hear the transgram?
-Ah, yes.

Early history is
something of a pet subject.

WOMAN: And Rassilon journeyed
into the black void with a great fleet.

Within the void, no light would shine

and nothing of that outer nature
continue in being,

except that which existed
within the Sash of Rassilon.

-Must be a black hole.
-What?

WOMAN: Now,
Rassilon found the Eye of Harmony

which balances all things,

that they may neither flux, nor wither,
nor change their state in any measure.

And he caused the eye
to be brought to the world of Gallifrey

wherein he sealed this beneficence
with the Great Key.

-What's the Great Key?
-Then the people rejoiced...

It's an ebonite rod carried by
the President on ceremonial occasions.

But its actual function,
if it ever had one,

is a complete mystery.

-Where's it kept?
-In the Panopticon.

-There's a display case of relics...
-And the Sash of Rassilon, where's that?

Oh, that's held by the President.
That stays in his possession.

Of course.

-What a stupendous egotist.
-Who?

The Master.

He'd have destroyed Gallifrey,
the Time Lords, everything,

just for the sake of his own survival.

It seems that the Master
didn't die from natural causes.

-ENGIN: What?
-He killed himself.

Careful, it's poison.

-Tricophenylaldehyde.
-Deadly, no doubt.

No. It's a neural inhibitor.

-Spandrell, we've been fooled.
-What?

The Master, he's still alive.

I've just sent Hilred to staser him.

The ward's this way.

(EXCLAIMS)

Hilred.

The Master, he's gone.

-SPANDRELL: Look.
-ENGIN: Amazing.

The Master's consumed with hatred.
It's his one great weakness.

(MASTER LAUGHING)

MASTER: Weakness, Doctor?

-Hate is strength.
-Not in your case.

You'd delay an execution
to pull the wings off a fly.

This time, Doctor,
the execution will not be delayed.

Castellan,

I assure you I am not
nearly so infirm as I look.

Now you, bring me the Sash of Rassilon.

Oh, yes, Doctor,
why else do you think I feigned death?

When Goth failed me,

it was necessary
to use more direct means.

But the sash is wasted
on our dead friend, don't you think so?

-Bring it to me.
-Don't do it, Engin.

A stupid remark, Doctor.
Resistance is futile now.

Don't give him the sash, Engin.

I have suffered long enough

from your stupid, stubborn interference
in my designs.

Now we are coming to the end
of our conflict, Doctor.

Why have you brought me here?

As a scapegoat
for the killing of the President.

Who else but you, Doctor?
So despicably good.

So insufferably compassionate.

I wanted you to die
in ignominious shame and disgrace.

Now, do as I say, Coordinator,
or you'll get the same.

(MASTER LAUGHING)

They're not dead.

Stunned.

They'll live long enough to see
the end of this accursed planet.

And for the Doctor

to taste the full bitterness of
his defeat.

-The sash, where's the sash?
-It's gone.

-What?
-Well, what could I do?

It's only of symbolic value anyway.

Engin, that sash is
a technological masterpiece.

It protects its wearer from
being sucked into a parallel universe.

All he needs now is the Great Key

and he can regenerate himself
and release a force

that will obliterate
this entire stellar system.

-You really mean it?
-Well, of course, I mean it.

Don't you realise what Rassilon did?
What the Eye of Harmony is?

Remember?
''That which balances all things.''

It can only be the nucleus
of a black hole.

But the Eye of Harmony is a myth.
It no longer exists.

A myth?

Spandrell, all the power
of the Time Lords devolves from it.

''Neither flux, nor wither,
nor change their state.''

Rassilon stabilised all the elements
of a black hole

and set them in an eternally dynamic
equation against the mass of the planet.

If the Master interferes, it'll be
the end, not only of this world,

but of a hundred other worlds, too.

MASTER: Rassilon's star,
the Eye of Harmony.

No good. We can never move it.

You're right,
but we've got to get out of this place.

There's a light up there.
Where does that lead, Spandrell?

The Panopticon, an old service shaft.

-Right.
-It's a hundred feet, Doctor, at least.

Oh, come on. Come on. Give us a bunk up.

What's that?

If the Doctor's right,
the end of the world is approaching.

Rassilon's discovery, all mine.

I shall have supreme power
over the universe.

Master of all matter!

MASTER: Doctor, my congratulations,
you're just in time for the end.

DOCTOR: You're insane.
You're insane, do you hear me?

You're releasing a force
that nothing can stop.

MASTER: Take the rod. You could take
it with you to your grave,

except that none of you
will need a grave.

If you undo that,
you'll die as surely as any of us.

You can do better than that, Doctor.

Even in extremis,
I wear the Sash of Rassilon.

Yes, and the President was wearing it
when he was shot down.

The sash won't protect you.
It's damaged.

You lie.

(MASTER SHOUTS)

(MASTER SCREAMING)

Half the city in ruins,
untold damage, countless lives lost.

But for the Doctor,
it could have been much worse.

Yes, indeed, I am conscious
of the debt we owe the Doctor.

But Gallifrey has never known
such a catastrophe,

such devastation. What will we say?

Well, you just have to
adjust the truth again, Cardinal.

What about subsidence
owing to a plague of mice?

As I believe I told you long ago,
Doctor,

you will never amount to anything

in the galaxy while you retain your
propensity for vulgar facetiousness.

Yes, sir.

You've said that many times, sir.
May I go, sir?

Certainly you may,
preferably with the utmost expedition.

Perhaps you'll see
that the transduction barriers

-are raised, Castellan.
-Yes, sir.

-Oh, Doctor.
-Sir?

Nine out of ten.

(CHUCKLES) Oh! Thank you, sir.

You know, Doctor, if you wanted to stay

I'm sure any past difficulties
could be overlooked.

But I like it out there,
thank you very much.

-The barriers are raised, Doctor.
-Thank you, Spandrell.

It's we who should thank you, Doctor,
for destroying the Master.

Well, I didn't actually see him fall.
I was quite busy.

Oh, but if, by some miracle,
he survived the fall into that chasm,

he was dying anyway.

There was a good deal of power
coming out of that monolith

and the sash would have
helped him to convert it.

-Are you suggesting he survived?
-No, no. I hope not, Spandrell.

And there's no one in all the galaxies
I'd say that about.

The quintessence of evil.

-Goodbye, Spandrell.
-Goodbye, Doctor.

-Goodbye, Doctor!
-Oh, goodbye, Engin! Goodbye.

(WHOOSHING)

Look, the Master.

-Where do you think they're heading?
-Out into the universe.

But, you know, I have a feeling
it isn't big enough for the two of them.

(MASTER LAUGHING)