Quantum

"The Governor paused and looked reflectively over at Bond. He said : ‘You’re not married, but I think it’s the same with all relationships between A Man and A Woman. 

They can survive anything so long as some kind of basic Humanity exists between the two people. 

When all Kindness has gone, when one person obviously and sincerely doesn’t care if the other is Alive or Dead, then it’s just no good. That particular insult to The Ego – worse, to The Instinct of Self-Preservation – can never be forgiven. I’ve noticed this in hundreds of marriages. I’ve seen flagrant infidelities patched up, I’ve seen crimes and even murder forgiven by the other party, let alone bankruptcy and every other form of social crime. Incurable disease, blindness, disaster – all these can be overcome. 

But never The Death of Common Humanity in one of the partners. I’ve thought about this and I’ve invented a rather high-sounding title for this basic factor in Human Relations. 

I have called it 

‘The Law of The Quantum of Solace.’

Bond said: ‘That’s a splendid name for it. It’s certainly impressive enough. 

And of course I see what you mean, I should say you’re absolutely right. Quantum of Solace – the amount of comfort. 

Yes, I suppose you could say that all Love and Friendship is based in The End on that. Human beings are very insecure. When the other person not only makes you feel insecure but actually seems to want to destroy you, it’s obviously The End. The Quantum of Solace stands at zero. You’ve got to get away to Save Yourself.’

The Governor paused. ‘Pretty extraordinary, really. A Man like Masters, kindly, sensitive, who wouldn’t normally hurt a fly. And here he was performing one of the cruellest actions I can recall in all my experience. It was My Law operating.’ 

The Governor smiled thinly. ‘Whatever her sins, if she had given him that Quantum of Solace he could never have behaved to her as he did. As it was, she had awakened in him a bestial Cruelty – a Cruelty that perhaps lies deeply hidden in all of us and that only a threat to our existence can bring to The Surface. Masters wanted to make the girl suffer, not as much as he had suffered because that was impossible, but as much as he could possibly contrive. And that false gesture with the motor-car and the radio-gramophone was a fiendishly brilliant bit of delayed action to remind her, even when he was gone, how much he hated her, how much he wanted still to hurt her.’ 

Bond said: ‘It must have been a shattering experience. 

It’s extraordinary how much people can hurt each other. 

I’m beginning to feel rather sorry for The Girl. [ You would. I feel sorry for Masters. ]

What happened to her in The End – and to him, for the matter of that?’ 

The Governor got to his feet and looked at his watch. ‘Good heavens, it’s nearly midnight. And I’ve been keeping the staff up all this time,’ he smiled, ‘as well as you.’ 

He walked across to the fireplace and rang a bell. 

A Negro butler appeared. The Governor apologised for keeping him up and told him to lock up and turn the light out. 

Bond was on his feet. 

The Governor turned to him. ‘Come along and I’ll tell you the rest. I’ll walk through the garden with you and see that the sentry lets you out.’ 

They walked slowly through the long rooms and down the broad steps to the garden. It was a beautiful night under a full moon that raced over their heads through the thin high clouds. 

The Governor said: ‘Masters went on in The Service, but somehow he never lived up to his good start. After the Bermuda business something seemed to go out of him. 

Part of him had been killed by the experience. He was a maimed man. Mostly her fault, of course, but I guess that what he did to her lived on with him and perhaps haunted him. 

He was good at his work, but he had somehow lost the human touch and he gradually dried up. Of course he never married again and in the end he got shunted off into the ground nuts scheme, and when that was a failure he retired and went to live in Nigeria – back to the only people in the world who had shown him any kindness – back to where it had all started from. 

Bit tragic, really, when I remember what he was like when we were young.’

Do.

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.

Do Nothing (So Long as It's The Right Sort of Nothing)

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!

You know, I'm thinking, Spencer. 

I'm thinking how Rick threatened to kill me, 

how he clearly hates my guts. 

But he is out there, right now, 

gathering shit for me to make sure 

I don't hurt any of the fine people 

that live here. 

He is swallowing His Hate and 
getting shit done. 

That takes guts.

-- Negan.