Politicians like to panic.
They need Activity;
it's their substitute
for Achievement.
ROMANA:
The clipboard marks the spot.
I'll stand guard.
(The Doctor climbs through
the hole and up a ladder.
When he's out of sight, Romana
enters and heads for a staircase.
The Doctor reaches the top of the ladder.)
RORVIK:
Is this what you're looking for, Doctor?
(Rorvik drops the clipboard.)
Tom :
Look here, Rorvik.
You've got to stop this back-blast.
You'll kill us all.
RORVIK:
So you say, Doctor.
I say it's the only
way out of here.
(Rorvik stands on the Doctor's fingers.)
Tom :
You can't blast through those mirrors.
You must realise by now it just
throws the energy straight back.
RORVIK:
They've got to break.
Everything breaks eventually.
(He kicks the Doctor back down the ladder,
comes after him and starts
to strangle him with his own scarf.
Romana arrives and tries
hitting Rorvik with the clipboard.)
Tom :
Never mind the clipboard,
short the cables.
(The Doctor gives Romana the manacles.)
Tom :
Drain the main power line.
Earth it to The Ladder.
ROMANA:
I know. I've done it.
(Rorvik lets The Doctor go and heads
for the ladder to undo the damage.)
Tom :
Biroc? What are
you doing here?
BIROC:
Nothing.
Tom :
It's all right for you.
BIROC:
And for You, Too :
Do Nothing.
Tom :
Do Nothing?
ROMANA:
Of course, Doctor.
Don't you see?
Tom:
Yes, that's right.
Do Nothing.
....if it's the right
sort of Nothing.
(They join hands with Biroc and fade away.
Rorvik has removed the manacles
from the cable.)
RORVIK:
Run, Doctor. Scurry off
back to your blue box.
You're like all the rest.
Lizards when there's
a man's work to be done.
I'm sick of your kind.
Faint-hearted, do-nothing,
lily-livered deadweights.
This is The End for all of you!
I'm finally getting
something done!
Bwahahahaha!
MacDonald :
No. Watch.
Do.
No, no, no.
Clean. Clean.
The Governor :
It seems the little fella's
not so bright after all.
MacDonald :
No. But brightness has never
been encouraged amongst slaves.
The Governor :
Oh, don't be so touchy, Mr MacDonald.
All of us were slaves once,
in one sense of the word or another.
Kolp :
If you feel the ape's unsatisfactory,
we can have him reconditioned.
MacDonald :
That isn't necessary.
The Governor :
You're quite right, Mr MacDonald.
But not for any of your
bleeding-heart reasons.
Reconditioning. That's all
any of you ever think of, isn't it?
Don't you realise, if we were to take
every ape who disobeyed an order
and sent him back for reconditioning,
Ape Management would become overcrowded.
Kolp :
It's the only thing that has any effect.
MacDonald :
Just makes them worse.
The Governor :
Some of them couldn't be worse.
I've been having a comprehensive list compiled.
