HARMONY

Now this Traken Web of Harmony is broken. 

I am Free!

Dr. Disco : 

(to The Master) 

The last time I saw you, 

you were on your way to Gallifrey.

MASTER: 

Well, I didn't stay. 

Why would I stay?

Dr. Disco : 

So they cured your little condition and kicked you out.

MASTER: 

It was a mutual kicking-me-out.

(Bored Missy is repairing her lip gloss.)

Dr. Disco : 

Somehow you ended up in this dump. 

You never could drive.

MASTER: 

Meh. You wouldn't understand.

Dr. Disco :

Well, let's see how I do :-

Your TARDIS got stuck. 

You killed a lot of people, 

took over The City, 

lived like A King until 

They rebelled against 

Your Cruelty. 

And ever since then 

You've been hiding out, 

probably in disguise, 

because everybody knows 

your stupid round face.

MASTER: 

Round?

MISSY: 

It's a little bit.

MASTER: 

Shut up! Do you want to see My City, Doctor? 

Do you want to see what happens when you're too late to save your little friend and everybody else?

(He wheels the Doctor to the parapet to watch the columns of people being escorted by patients.)

MASTER: 

See? This used to be just a hospital. 

Now it's mass production. 

The Cyber Foundries.

MISSY: 

The whole City is a Machine 

to turn people into Cybermen. 

What do you think? Exciting, isn't it? 

Watching the Cybermen getting started.

Dr. Disco : 

They always get started. 

They happen everywhere there's people. 

Mondas, Telos, Earth, 

Planet 14, Marinus. 

Like sewage and smartphones 

and Donald Trump, 

some things are 

just inevitable.

(Missy notices an aerial is pulsing out a signal.)

MISSY: 

Doctor. Doctor, have you done something? 

What's happening?

Dr. Disco : 

People get the Cybermen wrong. 

There's no evil plan, no evil genius.

Just parallel evolution.

MASTER: 

Doctor, what have you done?

Dr. Disco : 

(People + Technology) — Humanity. 

The Internet, Cyberspace, Cybermen. 

Always read the comments, 

because one day, They'll be an army.

MISSY: 

Look, they're coming. 

They're coming for us!

MASTER: 

This doesn't make any sense!

Dr. Disco : 

Doesn't it?

MASTER: 

These Cybermen are primitive. 

They're programmed to 

track human beings and convert them. 

They home in on human life signs only.

Dr. Disco :

You two, you should know by now. 

When you're winning, 

and I'm in the room, 

you're missing something.

MASTER: 

What have we missed?

Dr. Disco :

You shouldn't have hit me, Missy. 

I was waiting for my chance. 

Computer, containing the algorithm defining human life signs. 

I only had time to change one detail. 

A single number. 

One to a two. 

One heart to two hearts. 

I expanded the definition of Humanity. 

Took 'em a while to update the net, but here we go. 

Welcome to the menu!

(Cybermen are stomping up the stairs to the now floodlit roof.)

Dr. Disco : 

Now they think that we count as humans, 

and they're going to fix that in a hurry!

(Missy sonicks the doors shut. The Master sonicks a Cyberman that has come up the fire escape and sets its chest unit on fire.)

MASTER: 

There must be other ways up here. 

We can't cover them all.

Dr. Disco :

You can't fight a whole city. 

You know the stories. 

There's only ever been one way 

to stop that many Cybermen. Me!

(The Master sonicks another Cyberman then goes to the Doctor.)

MASTER: 

Then do it. 

Stop them!

Dr. Disco : 

Begging for your life already? 

That's a new record.

MASTER: 

I'm not begging you. 

I'd rather die than beg

you

Dr. Disco : 

Lucky day, then.

MASTER: 

I can do this. 

They're not difficult. 

They're Cybermen.

Dr. Disco :

Knock yourself out.

(Missy pirouettes and KO's the Master with her parasol.)

MISSY: 

Your wish is my command.

(She unties the Doctor.)

MISSY: 

I was secretly on your side 

all along, you silly sausage.

Dr. Disco :

Is that True?

MISSY: 

Don't spoil the moment.

Dr. Disco :

Seriously, I need to know. Is that True?

(He holds Missy's hand.)

MISSY: 

It's hard to say. 

I, I'm in two minds. 

Fortunately, the other one's unconscious.

MASTER: 

I landed here. 

I had trouble taking off.

MISSY: 

The black hole?

MASTER: 

Too close to the event horizon.

MISSY: 

And you screwed up. 

You went too fast.

MASTER: 

I blew the dematerialisation circuit.

MISSY: 

Which reminds me. 

A funny thing happened to me once.

MASTER: 

What?

(She grabs his lapels and pushes him against a pillar.)

MISSY: 

A very long time ago, a very scary lady threw me against a wall and made me promise to always, always carry a spare dematerialisation circuit. 

I don't remember much about her now but, she must have made quite an impression.

(And takes a dematerialisation circuit out of her jacket pocket.)

MASTER: 

You know you basically have me to thank for this.

MISSY: 

You're welcome.

MASTER: 

By the way, is it wrong that I er —

(They both glance down.)

MISSY: 

Yes. Very.

A Majority of People, BOYS, Have a Certain Psychological Relationship with Their Father —

"I wanted to show, if you like, the Human Dimension of Tremas -- and you can best do that by showing People That He Loves.

And, The Love of a Father for His Daughter is unequivocal;

whereas sometimes, the love of A Father for a Wife is -- less so.

So in a Child-Parent relation[ship], it was important to have that foil to show his Human Dimension, and maybe to give some idea of the nature of The Sacrifice he would make in electing himself, or allowing himself to be elected Keeper [of Traken]."

"The Patron creates The Propaganda - and what I wanted to do was go back to some of the Older Propaganda, which was consistant through ALL of The Societies, Mythology -

Which is to say, 

"What Do They ALL Believe..?"

Because all of this propaganda was created INDEPENDENTLY.

And what are these things which they ALL believe,  which is, Relationships with your Father, Relationships with your Society, Relationships with Your History, Relationships with The Gods - all of this stuff, it's old, but there were psychological motiffs that were created, through storytelling, primarily ORAL storytelling, that explained WHAT they believed in and WHO they believed in.

So what I wanted to do was go back and find the psychological motiffs that underlie that - those grow out of Popularism.

And to say that - not all - but a majority of people, BOYS, have a certain psychological relationship with Their Father -

And that's been going on through History, and trying to explain that to say : 

"We Know 

Your DARKEST SECRET. 

And Therefore, 

You're Part of US.

Because We All Know The SAME THINGS  - 

We Know What You're Thinking About Your Mother; 

We Know What You Think About Your Bother; 

We Know What You Think  About Your Father REALLY -"

— George Lucas

A whole empire held together by people just being terribly nice to each other.

Yes, we have indeed been visited by Evil many times. 

Our compassion for these poor distorted creatures seems to attract them like moths to 

A Flame. 

Sometimes they are redeemed.

The Fosters are the guardians of the spiritual welfare of our capital.

They name such creatures

Melkur.

Melkur. Literally, 'a fly caught by honey'. 

The Fosters know there's nothing to fear from these visitations.

It's baleful influence will not extend beyond The Grove, 

and even here it will only produce a few weeds. 

Like others before it, 

the creature will calcify 

and pass harmlessly into 

The Soil. 

But the demise of any living thing is painful to us.

"I, nearing the time of my passing, 

Bless the marriage of these two, 

Tremas and Kassia, 

truest of my five true consuls, 

together with Nyssa, 

now daughter to you both.

KASSIA: 

I speak for the many peoples of 

The Traken Union. 

They ask why crops fail, 

why droughts and floods 

disturb our planets. 

And now, violent death 

in the very precinct of 

The Court itself. 

What do we tell them?

SERON: 

Normal events, Consul, 

when the span of Our Keeper 

nears its end.

KASSIA :

NOTHING is normal 

at such a time. 

This Keeper, 

whose protection we have 

enjoyed for a thousand years, 

is dying. 

The Power is growing 

weaker day by day.

TREMAS: 

Trakens have survived 

times like this in The Past. 

We shall do so now, 

through Science and Understanding.

KASSIA: 

Brave words, husband, 

but no great comfort to a people 

being stripped of their 

Traditional Protections.

SERON: 

The Keeper knows our situation. 

He'll speak when the time is right.

DOCTOR: 

All right, all right, Melkur. 

There's no need to show off your powers as Keeper. 

We know what you can do.

MELKUR: 

Only a beginning, Doctor. 

Persuade your friend to cooperate.

DOCTOR: 

Tremas, why don't you do as he asks? 

It's only a bit of paper, 

after all. 

You know why he wants it. 

He doesn't want you to show it to me.