It's Bad Business.

The SS will manage certain industries itself inside Plaszow.

A metalworks, brush factory,

another for reprocessing 

Jewish clothing from the ghettos 

for use by bombed-out families back home.

But it's Private Industry 

like yours that stands to benefit most

by moving inside The Wire of

Commandant Amon Goeth's camp...

Oskar Schindler :

No, no, no. Sit, sit. 

Julian, how are you?

Good to see you, my friend.

Oskar Schindler.

Leo John.

Oskar Schindler :

Franz, good to see you.

Hello, Oskar.

Glad you could join us.

Oskar Schindler :

My Pleasure. 

Julius. How are you?

You lost weight.

Only in the shoulders.

Please, everybody, sit down.

Oskar Schindler :

How are you doing?

Oskar Schindler.

We started without you.

Oskar Schindler :

Fine. I miss anything good?

I was explaining to Herr Bosch

and Herr Madritsch 

some of the benefits of moving

their factories into Plaszow.

Oskar Schindler :

I meant the food.

Since your labor is housed on-site,

it's available to you at all times.

You can work them all night if you want.

Your factory policies,

whatever they've been in the past,

they'll continue to be.

They'll be respected.

S.S. Commandant Amon Göth :

I have to know,

where do you get a suit like that?

What is that? Is that silk?

Oskar Schindler :

Of course.

S.S. Commandant Amon Göth :

Ja. It has a nice sheen about it.

Oskar Schindler :

Thank you.

S.S. Commandant Amon Göth :

Very nice.

Oskar Schindler :

I'd say I'd get you one, 

but the man who made it 

is probably dead. I don’t know.

•••••

Oskar Schindler :

I go to work the other day.

Nobody's there.

Nobody tells me about this. 

I have to find out.

I have to go in.

Everybody's gone.

S.S. Commandant Amon Göth :

No. No.

They're not Gone. 

They're Here.

They're mine! Every day that

goes by, I'm losing money.

Every worker that is

shot costs me money.

I have to find somebody else.

I have to train them.

We are going to be making so much money

that none of this is going to matter.

It's Bad Business.

S.S. Commandant Amon Göth :

Thank You.

Leave The Bottle.

Take that.

Lena, Thank You.

S.S. Commandant Amon Göth :

Scherner told me 

something else about you.

Oskar Schindler :

Yeah? What's that?

S.S. Commandant Amon Göth :

That you know the meaning

of the word "gratitude."

That it's not some vague thing 

with you like it is with others.

You want to stay where you are.

You've got things going on The Side.

Things are Good.

You don't want anybody

telling you What to Do.

I can understand all that, 

you know. I know you.

What you want is your own sub-camp.

Do you have any idea what is involved?

The paperwork alone,

and then you've got to

build the fucking thing.

Getting the fucking permits is

enough to drive you crazy.

Then The Engineers show up, 

they stand around, they argue about 

drainage, foundations, codes, 

exact specifications, 

parallel fences four kilometers long, 

1,200 kilograms of barbed wire, 

6,000 kilograms of electrified fences, 

ceramic insulators, 

three cubic meters of air space per prisoner.

I'm telling you, 

you want to shoot somebody. 

I've been through it, you know? 

I know.

Oskar Schindler :

Well, you know. 

You've been through it.

You could make things easier for me.

I'd be grateful.

Then Where Would I Be?

KITT : 

Of all the irresponsible behaviour — 

To leave Me with 

My Keys in The Ignition, 

and My Doors open.

Archangel Michael : 

•Big Gesture• 

I’m SORRY, it WON’T happen again.

KITT —

• The Silence of God. •

KITT.

• The Silence of God. •

•sigh.• I SAID, I was Sorry.

• The Silence of God. •

WHADDAYA WANT FROM ME?

KITT : 

A Little Consideration 

would be A Beginning.

Archangel Michael : 

I have a LOT on My Mind; 

and We’ve got a Lot of Work to Do.

KITT :

If it weren’t for Me, 

You’d Be Walking.

Archangel Michael : 

If it weren’t for You, I’d be missing 

my most important rendezvous — 

The Whole Point of My Mission.

I am very, VERY 

Grateful to You.

KITT :

OUR Mission.

Archangel Michael : 

OUR Mission…..

Forgiven?

KITT :

…. I suppose so. After all,

We’re Only Human, right?

Archangel Michael : 

DON’T Press Your Luck.

KITT :

It was just A Thought.

It’s not Complaining, it’s Scolding, 

THERE’S A DIFFERENCE.

 I could try to read this, 

or I could eat my lunch while it's still hot. 

We're doing well? 

STERN :

Yes. 

Better this month than last? 

STERN :

Yes. 

Any reason to think 

next month will be worse? 

STERN :

The War could end. 

…..what? 

STERN :

There is a machinist outside who'd like to thank you personally for giving him a job. 

Every day he comes. 

He's very grateful. 

It'll just take a minute. 

Mr. Lowenstein? 

I want to thank you, sir, 

for giving me the opportunity to work. 

You're welcome. 

I'm sure you're doing a great job. 

The SS beat me up. 

They would have killed me, 

but I am essential to the war effort, thanks to you. 

That's great. 

I work hard for you. 

I'm sure you do. 

I'll continue to work hard for you. 

That's great. 

Thanks. 

God bless you, sir. 

All right. 

You are a good man. 

He saved my life. 

STERN :

Yes, he did. 

God Bless him. 

STERN :

Yeah. Come on. 

God Bless you. 

STERN :

I'm sorry, Herr Direktor, 

but you're running very late. 

This is for the Obersturmbannfuhrer, sir. 

And this is for his niece, Greta. 

It's her birthday. Greta as in Garbo. 

By the way, don't ever 

do that to me again. 

Go, go, drive! 

Don't bow. 

Did you happen to notice that 

that man had one arm? 

STERN :

Did he? 

What’s his use?

STERN :

Very useful. 

How? 

STERN :

Very useful! 

Success!

You shouldn't think of them as yours, Oskar. 

You need to understand that some of the officers here don't give a damn about production. 

To them, it's a matter 

of National Priority 

that Jews be made to shovel snow. 

It's got nothing to do with Reality, Oskar. 

You know it and I know it. 

Jews shoveling snow, 

it's got a ritual significance. 

Come with me. 

I am an essential worker. 

Essential worker? 

Yes. I work for Oskar Schindler. 

Essential worker for Oskar Schindler. 

A one-armed Jew? 

Twice as useless! Yes, yes. I lost a day of production, Rolf. I work for Oskar Schindler. Danka, look at the snow. Look at the snow. Look at the snow! 

I lost a worker. 

I expect to be compensated. 

File a grievance with 

The Economic Office. 

It's your right. 

Would it do any good? 

Of course not. 

A big shot from the SS Budget and Construction Office came to lunch, and he told us 

that to believe The Jewish skilled worker 

had a place in Reich Economics was a treasonable idea. 

A one-armed machinist, Oskar? 

He was a metal press operator. 

Quite skilled. 

Schindler is having sex in bed with one of his mistresses.

There is a determines knock at the door.

POLDEK :

Herr Direktor? 

Shit. I don't believe it. 

Stern, is that you? 

POLDEK :

No, it's Poldek. 

It's about Stern. 

Leave your luggage on The Platform. 

Clearly label it. 

Given name first, 

then your surname. 

Do not bring your baggage with you. 

It will follow you later. 

Leave your luggage on the platform. 

Clearly label it. 

Stern? He's on The List. 

He is? Well, let's find him. 

TAUBER :

I'm sorry. You can't have him. 

He's on The List. 

If he were an essential worker 

he would not be on The List. 

I'm talking to a clerk. 

What is Your Name? 

TAUBER :

Sir, The List is correct. 

I didn't ask you about The List. 

I asked you Your Name. 

TAUBER :

Klaus Tauber. Tauber. 

Hauptscharfuhrer, this gentleman thinks a mistake's been made. 

My Plant Manager is 

somewhere on this train. 

If it leaves with him on it, 

it'll disrupt production 

and the Armaments Board 

will want to know why. 

Is he on The List? 

TAUBER :

Yes, sir. Itzhak Stern. 

Well, The List is correct, sir. 

There is nothing I can do. 

What is Your Name? 

TAUBER :

Close and secure all doors.

KUNDER :

 My Name? My Name is Kunder. This train is now leaving. 

Kunder. Hauptscharfuhrer Kunder. 

K-U-N-D-E-R. 

KUNDER :

And what's yours? 

Schindler. 

KUNDER :

S-C-H-I-N-D-L-E-R. 

Gentlemen, thank you very much. 

I think I can guarantee you 

you'll both be in Southern Russia 

before the end of the month. 

Good day. 

Zamykac dokladnie drzwi. Dokladnie zamykac drzwi. 

Stern! Stern! Stern! Itzhak Stern! 

Stern! Itzhak Stern! Stern! Stern! 

Itzhak Stern! Stern! 

Sir? 

Stern! 

STERN :

Herr Direktor. My apologies. 

Stop The Train! He's here! 

STERN :

I apologize. 

Stop the train! 

Stop the train! Stop it! 

KUNDER :

Sign here. Initial there. 

Makes no difference to us, 

you understand. 

This one, that one. 

It's the inconvenience 

to The List. 

It's the paperwork. 

STERN :

I somehow left 

my work card at home. 

I tried to explain Them 

it was a mistake, but... 

I'm sorry, it was stupid! 

SCHINDLER :

What if I got here 5 minutes later? 

Then where would I be?

I Can See Now, it Wasn't Me that Failed — Something was Missing.

I am Oskar Schindler,

of The Sudetenland —

and I am filled with 

GLORIOUS Purpose.

Emilie Schindler :

It's not a charade, all this?

How could it be a charade?

The clothes, the car, the apartment.

Wait a minute.

Take a guess how many

people are on my payroll.

Emilie Schindler :

Oskar.

My Father, at the height of His

Success, had 50. I've got 350.

300 and 50 workers on the factory floor, with one purpose.

Emilie Schindler :

To make pots and pans?

To make money. For me.

Does anyone ask about me?

Back home? 

Everybody. All the time.

Hmm.

They won't soon forget The Name

Schindler here, I can tell you that.

"Oskar Schindler," they'll say.

"Everybody remembers him.

He did something extraordinary.

He did something no one else did.

He came here with nothing, a suitcase, and built a bankrupt company into a major manufactory.

And left with a steamer trunk —

TWO steamer trunks full of money.

All The Riches of The World."

Hmm.

It's comforting to see that 

nothing's changed.

You're wrong, Emilie.

There's no way I could 

have known this before, 

but there was always 

something missing.

In every business I tried, 

I can see now, it wasn't 

Me that Failed.

Something was Missing.

Even if I'd known what it was, 

there's nothing I could 

have done about it, 

because you can't 

create this thing.

And it makes all the difference in The World 

between Success and Failure.

“Luck?”

WAR.

PARDON

Schindler's List, dialogue with evil, 1993

Kings and Emperors

No one controls my mind, Shadow!

There's a New World Order coming,

and I'm gonna be a King.

A King!

We are victorious!

And as victors, we will collect the spoils of war.

I will remember each of you...

particularly my special servant...

the only American with genius enough...

to join me of his own free will...

Who saw himself a King in My Kingdom.

King? Did I say King?

Maybe not the best choice of words.

No, it wasn't.

Because actually, I was thinking prince, tops.

Not even, necessarily. Duke? Baron?

Your choice, of course.

Get Dr. Lane. Assemble the bomb.

Of course.

In The Name of The New Kha Khan!

The Power of God on Earth!

The Emperor of Mankind!

You know, I look at you.

I watch you.

You're never drunk.

Oh, that's...

That's real control.

Control is power.

That's power.

Is that why they fear us?

We have the fucking power to

kill, that's why they fear us.

They fear us because we have

the power to kill arbitrarily.

A man commits a crime,

he should know better.

We have him killed, and we

feel pretty good about it.

Or we kill him ourselves

and we feel even better.

That's not power, though.

That's justice.

It's different than power.

Power is when we have

every justification to kill,

and we don't.

You think that's power?

That's what the emperors had.

A man stole something,

he's brought in

before the emperor,

he throws himseIf down on

the ground, he begs for mercy.

He knows he's going to die.

And the emperor pardons him.

This worthless man.

He lets him go.

I think you are drunk.

That's power, Amon.

That is power.

Amon the Good.

I pardon you.

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POWER

HABRIS: 

Lord Aukon himself is here.

(Aukon enters and inspects the line.)

AUKON: 

Interesting -

(He goes back to Adric.)

Lord AUKON : 

A mind that shields itself.

 One who pretends to be a dull and stupid peasant, 

but who is different.

ADRIC: 

Who, me?

Lord AUKON : 

You. 

You. 

Come with me.

ADRIC: 

Why?

Lord AUKON : 

Spirit too, I see. 

Excellent.

ADRIC: 

Come with you? 

What's in it for me?

Lord AUKON: 

Wealth.

Power.

Dominion over This World.... 

....and over Many Others. 

EXT. BALCONY - GOETH'S VILLA - NIGHT
 Distant music, Brahms' lullaby, from the Rosner Brothers way down by the women's barracks calming the inhabitants. Up here on the balcony, Schindler and Goeth, the latter so drunk he can barely stand up, stare out over Goeth's dark kingdom.

 SCHINDLER 
They don't fear us because we have the power to kill, they fear us because we have the power to kill arbitrarily. 

A man commits a crime, he should know better.

We have him killed, we feel pretty good about it.

Or we kill him ourselves and we feel even better. 

 
That's not Power, though, that's Justice. 

That's different than Power. 

 
Power is when we have every justification to kill -- and we don't. 

That's Power.

That's what The Emperors had. 

A man stole something, he's brought in before the emperor, he throws himself down on the floor, he begs for mercy, he knows he's going to die... 

And The Emperor pardons him. 

This worthless man. 

He lets him go. 

That's Power. 

That's Power.
 It seems almost as though this temptation toward restraint, this image Schindler has brush-stroked of the merciful emperor, holds some appeal to Goeth. 

Perhaps, as he stares out over his camp, he imagines himself in the role, wondering what the power Schindler describes might feel like.

 Eventually, he glances over drunkenly, and almost smiles.

 SCHINDLER 
Amon the Good.

 EXT. STABLES - PLASZOW - DAY

 A stable boy works to ready Goeth's horse before he arrives.

 He sticks a bridle into its mouth, throws a riding blanket onto its back, drags out the saddle Schindler bought Goeth.

 Before he can finish, though, Goeth is there. The boy tries to hide his panic; he knows others have been shot for less.
 STABLE BOY 
I'm sorry, sir, I'm almost done.

 GOETH 
Oh, that's all right.

 As Goeth waits, patiently it seems, whistling to himself, the stable boy tries to mask his confusion.
 EXT. PLASZOW - DAY
 Goeth gallops around his great domain holding himself high in the saddle. But everywhere he looks, it seems, he's confronted with stoop-shouldered sloth. He forces himself to smile benevolently.
 INT. GOETH'S VILLA - DAY
 Goeth comes into his bedroom sweating from his ride. A worker with a pail and cloth appears in the bathroom doorway.
 MORE TO THE FLOOR --

 WORKER 
I have to report, sir, I've been unable to remove the stains from your bathtub.

 Goeth steps past him to take a look. The worker is almost shaking, he's so terrified of the violent reprisal he expects to receive.
 GOETH 
What are you using?

 WORKER 
Soap, sir.

 GOETH 
(incredulous) 

Soap? Not lye?

 The worker hasn't a defense for himself. 

Goeth's hand drifts down as if by instinct to the gun in his holster. 

He stares at the worker. 

He so wants to shoot him he can hardly stand it, right here, right in the bathroom, put some more stains on the porcelain. 

He takes a deep breath to calm himself.

 Then gestures grandly.
 
 GOETH 

Go ahead, go on, leave. 

I pardon you.
 The worker hurries out with his pail and cloth. Goeth just stands there for several moments -- trying to feel the power of emperors he's supposed to be feeling. 

But he doesn't feel it. 

All he feels is stupid.

 EXT. GOETH'S VILLA - MOMENTS LATER - DAY

 The worker hurries across the dying lawn outside the villa.

 He dares a glance back, and at that moment, a hand with a gun appears out the bathroom window and fires.

(Habris enters.)

HABRIS: 

My Lord, it is time.

ZARGO: 

How dare you interrupt us!

HABRIS: 

Aukon has seen The Sign. 
The Arising is at hand.

CAMILLA: 

The Arising? Leave us.

(Habris leaves.)

ZARGO: 

We must go to him.

CAMILLA: 

We shall resume this later. 

If you need anything, there are guards outside the door. 

Many guards.

The Great 1 :

You took the one, last 
PERFECT Crystal of POWER. 

I searched all Time, and all Space for it....!!!

I MUST have it! 

The Established Dandy : 

No! No, never. 

GREAT ONE [OC]: 

You are PROUD, Little Man. 

I see that I shall have to teach you to have respect! 

Round you go, Doctor. 

DOCTOR: 

No. No! 

No, I will not! 

(Against his will, the Doctor turns left, stepping high, as the Great One laughs.) 

DOCTOR: 

No! No, I will not! No! 

(The Doctor has turned right round and back to where he started.) 

GREAT ONE [OC]: 

Is that FEAR I can feel in your mind...? 

You are not ACCUSTOMED to feeling FRIGHTENED, are you, Doctor? 

You are very WISE to be afraid of ME...!!!. 

Go now. You must hurry back and fetch the crystal. 

I MUST have it, don't you understand? 

I must have it! I must! 

I must! I must! 

Go now. Go! 

Go! Go NOW! 

K'ANPO: 

We are all apt to surrender ourselves to domination. 

Even the strongest of us. 

DOCTOR: 

...Do you mean me? 

K'ANPO: 

Not all spiders sit on the back. 

SARAH: 

Oh, I don't understand. You're not saying they've taken over The Doctor, are you? 

DOCTOR: 

Oh no, Sarah, no. 

No, he's talking about my GREED. 

SARAH: 

Greed? You? 

DOCTOR: 

Yes, my Greed for KNOWLEDGE , for INFORMATION. 

He's saying that all this is basically My Fault. 

If I hadn't taken the crystal in the first place.....

I know who you are now!

K'ANPO: 

You were always a little slow on the uptake, my boy. 

GREAT ONE [OC]: 

Stop! Have you brought the crystal to me? 

DOCTOR: 

Well if I had not, why should I have returned? 

GREAT ONE [OC]: 

Very well. Very well, advance. 

(The Doctor walks around a corner and sees the universes biggest spider.) 

DOCTOR: 

I've brought you the crystal. 

Now why don't you just take it and leave the humans in peace, both here and on Earth? 

GREAT ONE: 

You think I care for the puny plans of my subjects? Earth? 

One paltry planet among millions? 

Give me the crystal. 

I thirst for it! 

I ache for it! 

DOCTOR: 

Well, why is it so important to you? 

GREAT ONE: 

You see this web of crystal above my head? 

It reproduces the pattern of my brain. 

One perfect crystal and it will be complete. 

That is the perfect crystal I need. 

DOCTOR: 

And then? 

GREAT ONE: 

My every thought will resonate within the web, and grow in power until, until, until....!!!

DOCTOR: 

But you've built a positive feedback circuit. You're trying to increase your mental powers to infinity. 

GREAT ONE: 

Exactly! 

I shall be the ruler of the entire universe! 

DOCTOR: 

Now listen to me. Listen. 

I haven't got much time left. 

What you're trying to do is impossible. 

If you complete that circuit, the energy will build up and up until it cannot be contained. 

You will destroy yourself. 

GREAT ONE:

 You waste the little time remaining to you. 

Even now the cave of crystal is destroying the cells of your body. 

I will grant you one last favour. 

You may watch the completion of my triumph before you die! 

(The crystal flies out of the Doctor's hand and becomes the keystone of the web lattice.) 

GREAT ONE: 

I am complete! 

Now I am total power! 

All praise to the Great One! 

DOCTOR: 

Stop. Stop! 

Don't you see what's happened to you? 

GREAT ONE: 

All praise to the Great One! 

All praise to me! Bow down before me, planets! 

Bow down, stars! 

Bow down, all galaxies and worship the Great One! 

The me! The Great, all-powerful me! 

Argh! 

(The giant spider starts to glow red.) 

GREAT ONE: 

I hurt! Help me! 

I am burning! My brain is on fire! 

(The Doctor runs out of the cave.) 

GREAT ONE: 

Help me!

DOCTOR: 

Compressed information, streaming into her. Reports from every city, every country, every planet, and they all get packaged inside her head. She becomes part of the software. Her brain is the computer. 

ROSE:

 If it all goes through her, she must be a genius. 

DOCTOR: 

Nah, she wouldn't remember any of it. There's too much. Her head'd blow up. 

The brain's the processor. As soon as it closes, she forgets. 

ROSE: 

So, what about all these people round the edge? 

DOCTOR: 

They've all got tiny little chips in their head, connecting them to her and they transmit six hundred channels. 

Every single fact in the Empire beams out of this place. 

Now that's what I call power. 

EDITOR: 

I started without you. 

This is fascinating. 

Satellite Five contains every piece of information within the Fourth Great and Bountiful Human Empire. 

Birth certificates, shopping habits, bank statements, but you two, you don't exist. 

Not a trace. No birth, no job, not the slightest kiss. 

How can you walk through the world and not leave a single footprint? 

ROSE: 

Suki. Suki! Hello? 

Can you hear me? Suki? 

What have you done to her? 

DOCTOR: 

I think she's dead. 

ROSE: 

She's working. 

DOCTOR: 

They've all got chips in their head, and the chips keep going, like puppets. 

EDITOR: 

Oh! You're full of information. But it's only fair we get some information back, because apparently, you're no one. It's so rare not to know something. Who are you? 

DOCTOR: 

It doesn't matter, because we're off. 

Nice to meet you. Come on. 

(Suki grabs Rose's arm. Two other zombies grab the Doctor.) 

EDITOR: Tell me who you are. 

DOCTOR: Since that information's keeping us alive, I'm hardly going to say, am I. 

EDITOR: Well, perhaps my Editor in Chief can convince you otherwise. 

DOCTOR: And who's that? 

EDITOR: 

It may interest you to know that this is not the Fourth Great and Bountiful Human Empire. In fact, it's not actually human at all. It's merely a place where humans happen to live. 

(Growl, snarl.) 

EDITOR: 

Yeah. Yeah, sorry. It's a place where humans are allowed to live by kind permission of my client. 

(Who we finally see is a giant lump hanging from the ceiling, with a very nasty set of teeth in a mouth on the end of a pseudopod.) 

ROSE: What is that? 

DOCTOR: You mean that thing's in charge of Satellite Five? 

EDITOR: That thing, as you put it, is in charge of the human race. For almost a hundred years, mankind has been shaped and guided, his knowledge and ambition strictly controlled by it's broadcast news, edited by my superior, your master, and humanity's guiding light, the mighty Jagrafess of the Holy Hadrojassic Maxarodenfoe. I call him Max. 

(Down on Floor 139 Adam avoids Cathica as she goes to take another look at the schematic that the Doctor called up. Then she goes to the lift and punches in the code for Floor 500. 

Meanwhile, the Doctor and Rose have been placed in hefty sets of manacles.) 

EDITOR: Create a climate of fear and it's easy to keep the borders closed. It's just a matter of emphasis. The right word in the right broadcast repeated often enough can destabilise an economy, invent an enemy, change a vote. 

ROSE: So all the people on Earth are like, slaves. 

EDITOR: Well, now, there's an interesting point. Is a slave a slave if he doesn't know he's enslaved? 

DOCTOR: Yes. 

EDITOR: Oh. I was hoping for a philosophical debate. Is that all I'm going to get? Yes? 

DOCTOR: Yes. 

EDITOR: You're no fun. 

DOCTOR: Let me out of these manacles. You'll find out how much fun I am. 

EDITOR: Oh, he's tough, isn't he. But, come on. Isn't it a great system? You've got to admire it, just a little bit. 

ROSE: You can't hide something on this scale. Somebody must have noticed. 

EDITOR: From time to time, someone, yes, but the computer chip system allows me to see inside their brains. I can see the smallest doubt and crush it. 

(Cathica arrives on Floor 500. Adam goes to the broadcast room on 139.) 

EDITOR: Then they just carry on, living the life, strutting about downstairs and all over the surface of the Earth like they're so individual, when of course, they're not. They're just cattle. In that respect, the Jagrafess hasn't changed a thing. 

(The Doctor and Rose spot Cathica behind the Editor's back.) 

ROSE: What about you? You're not a Jagrabelly 

DOCTOR: Jagrafess. 

ROSE: Jagrafess. You're not a Jagrafess. You're human. 

EDITOR: Yeah, well, simply being human doesn't pay very well. 

ROSE: But you couldn't have done this all on your own. 

EDITOR: No. I represent a consortium of banks. Money prefers a long-term investment. Also, the Jagrafess needed a little hand to install himself. 

DOCTOR: No wonder, a creature that size. What's his life span? 

EDITOR: Three thousand years. 

DOCTOR: That's one hell of a metabolism generating all that heat. That's why Satellite Five's so hot. You pump it out of the creature, channel it downstairs. Jagrafess stays cool, it stays alive. Satellite Five is one great big life support system.

[Adam's home]

(Adam settles in the broadcast chair and opens his portal, then phones home.) 

ADAM [OC]: It's me again. Don't wipe this message. It's just going to sound like white noise, but save it because I can

[Newsroom]

ADAM: Translate it, okay? Three, two, one and spike. 

(Information beams into Adam.)

[Floor 500]

EDITOR: But that's why you're so dangerous. Knowledge is power, but you remain unknown. Who are you? 

(The Editor snaps his fingers and energy surges through the manacles. Back in the now, the little dog watches energy encircling the telephone answering machine.) 

DOCTOR: Leave her alone. I'm the Doctor, she's Rose Tyler. We're nothing, we're just wandering. 

EDITOR: Tell me who you are! 

DOCTOR: I just said! 

EDITOR: Yes, but who do you work for? Who sent you? Who knows about us? Who exactly 

(He stops. The Jagrafess growls.) 

EDITOR: Time Lord. 

DOCTOR: What? 

EDITOR: Oh, yes. The last of the Time Lords in his travelling machine. Oh, with his little human girl from long ago 

DOCTOR: You don't know what you're talking about. 

EDITOR: Time travel.

[Newsroom]

(Adam screams as information is sucked out of his brain.) 

ADAM: Help!

[Floor 500]

DOCTOR: Someone's been telling you lies. 

EDITOR: Young master Adam Mitchell? 

(The Editor calls up the holo-monitor showing Adam in the broadcast chair.) 

ROSE: Oh, my God. His head! 

DOCTOR: What the hell's he done? What the hell's he gone and done? They're reading his mind. He's telling them everything. 

EDITOR: And through him, I know everything about you. Every piece of information in his head is now mine. And you have infinite knowledge, Doctor. The Human Empire is tiny compared to what you've seen in your T A R D I S. Tardis. 

DOCTOR: Well, you'll never get your hands on it. I'll die first. 

EDITOR: Die all you like. I don't need you. I've got the key. 

(The Tardis key rises from Adam's pocket.) 

DOCTOR: You and your boyfriends! 

EDITOR: Today, we are the headlines. We can rewrite history. We could prevent mankind from ever developing. 

DOCTOR: And no one's going to stop you because you've bred a human race that doesn't bother to ask questions. Stupid little slaves, believing every lie. They'll just trot right into the slaughter house if they're told it's made of gold. 

(The Jagrafess snarls, and Cathica leaves.)