[Outside the Library]
SHARDOVAN:
What, going so soon?
MERGRAVE:
Whether for some offence we've given or just a sudden fancy, I cannot say.
SHARDOVAN:
He cannot leave.
He must not.
MERGRAVE:
He seems firm in his intent.
SHARDOVAN:
Then we must intervene.
[Castrovalva]
(The trio walk along an upper balcony next to stairs leading downwards.)
DOCTOR:
The TARDIS.
NYSSA:
The Zero cabinet.
DOCTOR:
We can't go through all that again.
TEGAN:
But once you get outside The Walls —
DOCTOR:
Well, we'll just have to hope, won't we?
[Town square]
(The women are still washing and folding.)
DOCTOR:
Which is The Quickest Way Out of Here?
(Everyone points in a different direction.)
DOCTOR:
Yes, well that's Democracy for you.
Come on.
[Castrovalva]
(The Doctor heads down a set of stairways.)
NYSSA:
I don't remember this.
DOCTOR:
Never mind, come on.
(And downwards.)
DOCTOR:
I always did have a terrible sense of direction.
Still as long we keep going down.
TEGAN:
It's impossible!
(They are looking down into the - )
[Town square]
RUTHER:
Oh, I beg you, Doctor, reconsider this hasty departure.
MERGRAVE:
For reasons of health, if not of courtesy.
DOCTOR:
Sorry. No time.
Must dash. Come back later.
Where does this lead?
RUTHER:
Out, sir, if you insist!
DOCTOR:
Thank you.
[Castrovalva]
(Out onto a set of stairs that leads to the balcony overlooking the plaza. Town planning by Maurits Cornelis Escher? He made a lithograph called Castrovalva in 1930. Click here if you want to see it.)
TEGAN:
That wretched square again. Doctor, what's happening?
DOCTOR:
Shush. Concentrate.
This could be serious.
NYSSA:
It's as if Space had folded in on itself.
DOCTOR:
Very like it. Quick.
There may still be time to reverse the sense!
(He runs back up the stairs.)
[Town square]
(The Doctor is stopped by Shardovan on the next set of stairs.)
SHARDOVAN:
Doctor, what is the occasion of this haste?
(Tegan and Nyssa sort of catch the Doctor as he steps backwards, doubling over.)
[Outside the Doctor's room]
NYSSA:
It's affecting him, some very complex spatial disturbance.
TEGAN:
What is it, Doctor?
DOCTOR:
Castrovalva, folding in on itself deliberately.
NYSSA:
Come on, this way.
TEGAN:
The Doctor's Room.
NYSSA:
Oh, thank goodness.
We must get him back in the Zero cabinet immediately.
[Doctor's room]
TEGAN:
The Zero Cabinet - It's gone!
(Only one piece of TARDIS with three roundels in it remains on the blanket box. The Doctor looks out of the window.)
DOCTOR:
Recursive occlusion.
Someone's manipulating Castrovalva.
We're caught in a Space-Time trap!
Sorry about the accommodation, Contessa. We should have rung ahead and booked. If only I'd got through to London.
At least you'll get another chance.
But when? Let's get some rest.
We'll push on as soon as we can.
At least it's dry.
What really went on up there, James?
Her Majesty's Secret Service is still My Job.
But there's nothing you can do about Your Job at the moment, is there?
Then why are you thinking about it now?
I'm not. I'm thinking about us.
Tracy, an agent shouldn't be concerned with anything but himself.
I understand.
We'll just have to go on the way we are.
No. I'll have to find something else to do.
Are you sure, James?
I love you.
I know I'll never find another girl like you.
Will you marry me?
You mean it?
I mean it.
Mr and Mrs James Bond.
Of Acacia Avenue, Tunbridge Wells.
Mm. How about Belgrave Square?
Or the Via Veneto, Rome? Paris.
Convenient for Le Touquet.
Monaco. Handy for the Rainiers.
I wonder how much they're asking for this place.
The proper time for this is our wedding night.
And that's my New Year's resolution.
Whatever you say, darling.
And that is yours.
Good night, Tracy.
Good night, James. -
Oh.
It's not New Year yet.
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