[Ood Conversion]
(The Doctor sonics the door lock.)
DONNA:
Hold on. Does that mean we're locked in?
Perfect-10 :
Listen. Listen, listen, listen, listen.
(The ethereal music.)
DOCTOR:
Oh, my head.
DONNA: What is it?
Perfect-10 :
Can't you hear it? The singing?
(Groups of Ood are sitting in cages. They turn away from the Doctor and Donna.)
DONNA: They look different to the others.
DOCTOR:
That's because they're natural born Ood, unprocessed, before they're adapted to slavery. Unspoilt. That's their song.
DONNA: I can't hear it.
Perfect-10 :
Do you want to?
DONNA: Yeah.
Perfect-10 :
It's The Song of Captivity.
DONNA: Let me hear it.
DOCTOR: Face me.
(The Doctor makes a mind meld with Donna.)
DOCTOR:
Open your mind. That's it.
Hear it, Donna.
Hear the music.
(The song is sad and beautiful. Donna cries.)
DONNA: Take it away.
DOCTOR: Sure?
DONNA: I can't bear it.
(The Doctor disconnects her from the telepathic field.)
DONNA: I'm sorry.
DOCTOR: It's okay.
DONNA: But you can still hear it.
Perfect-10 :
All the time.
[Outside Ood Conversion]
HALPEN:
Come on. What's the hold up?
RYDER:
It's the experimentation lab.
Maximum security.
He's fused the system.
HALPEN:
Don't just stand there, get the
bolt-cutters. Rip that door off.
Solana, go back to the reps,
I don't want any of them wandering off
and seeing this. And get them away
from the Ood, just in case. Hurry up!
SOLANA: Yes, sir.
[Ood Conversion]
(The Doctor sonics open the cage.)
DONNA: They're breaking in.
Perfect-10 :
Ah, let them.
(The Ood cower in the corner.)
Perfect-10 :
What are you holding?
Show me. Friend.
Doctor-Donna.
Friend. Let me see.
Look at me.
Let me see. That's it.
That's it, go on. Go on.
(The Ood opens his hands. He is
holding a small brain.)
DONNA:
Is that....?
Perfect-10 :
It's a brain. A hind brain.
The Ood are born with
a secondary brain.
Like the amygdala in humans,
it processes memory and emotions.
You get rid of
that, you wouldn't
be Donna any more.
You'd be like an Ood.
A processed Ood.
DONNA:
So The Company cuts
off their brains?
DOCTOR:
And they stitch on the translator.
DONNA:
Like a lobotomy.
I spent all that time looking for you, Doctor, because I thought it was so wonderful out here.
I want to go home.
(Crash!)
GUARD [OC]:
They're with the Ood, sir.
(The Doctor locks himself and Donna in with the Ood.)
DOCTOR:
What you going to do, then Arrest me?
Lock me up? Throw me in a cage?
Well, you're too late. Ha!
[Office]
(The Doctor and Donna are handcuffed to some pipes.)
HALPEN:
Why don't you just come out and say it?
FOTO activists.
Perfect-10 :
If that's what Friends Of The Ood
are trying to prove, then yes.
HALPEN:
The Ood were nothing without us,
just animals roaming
around b
Perfect-10 :
That's because you
can't Hear Them.
HALPEN:
They welcomed it!
It's not as if they
put up A Fight --
DONNA:
You idiot.
They're born with their BRAINS in their HANDS.
Don't you see, that makes
Them peaceful.
They've GOT to be, because
a creature like THAT
would have to Trust
Anyone it Meets.
Perfect-10 :
Oh, nice one.
DONNA:
Thank you.
