Doctor Who – Fourth Doctor – Robot –
12x01-2
Transcript établi par Nao pour la Wibbly Wobbly Team – 23/05/09
1.
SARAH: It was oil. I knew it.
ROBOT: Who are you? Why are you here?
2.
WINTERS: Hello, Miss Smith.
SARAH: Look out! There's a robot in there.
WINTERS: Yes, I know. Don't worry, my assistant's dealing with it.
3.
SARAH: What?
WINTERS: I'm sorry if our little joke upset you.
SARAH: Joke?
WINTERS (OOV.): You were determined to see the robot, and so we arranged it for
you. That is what you wanted, isn't it?
SARAH: Oh, how very kind of you.
JELLICOE: When we heard you were in the building, we guessed what you were up
to. So I popped in here ahead of you and I activated it.
SARAH: Is it still in there?
WINTERS: Oh, yes. Would you like to see it again?
SARAH: Thank you, I'd like that very much.
4.
BRIGADIER: Well, Doctor, what are we
dealing with? Invasion from outer space again?
DOCTOR: Why should some alien life form invade Earth just to steal a new
weapon? If they were that advanced, they'd have weapons of their own. Rather a
splendid paradox, eh, Brigadier? The only ones who could do it wouldn't need
to.
BRIGADIER: Enemy agents?
DOCTOR: Well, they might steal the plans, but why steal the circuits and the
generators? An enemy government would have those resources itself.
BRIGADIER: So where does that leave us?
DOCTOR: I think your enemies are home-grown, Brigadier. People with access to
technological information and a most unusual weapon. A weapon that walks and
thinks. In a word, anthropomorphic.
BRIGADIER: Well, I suppose that narrows the field a bit. Do we know anything
else about these people?
DOCTOR: Only that they're prepared to kill to protect themselves. Where's
Sarah?
5.
SARAH: Well, what's the hold up?
WINTERS: Mr. Jellicoe is checking over the circuits.
SARAH: Why is he taking so long?
WINTERS: He must be sure that everything's safe.
SARAH: Safe?
WINTERS: Stop.
SARAH: It's very impressive, but what is it for?
WINTERS (OOV.): Ask it. It's voice-controlled.
SARAH: What do you do?
ROBOT: Insufficient data. Please be more specific.
JELLICOE: It has a terribly literal mind.
SARAH: Oh. What is your purpose, your function?
ROBOT: I am experimental prototype Robot K1. My eventual purpose is to replace
the human being in a variety of difficult and dangerous tasks. Tasks for which
I am programmed are: mining operations of all kinds, operations involving
radioactive materials...
WINTERS: Terminate.
JELLICOE: Would go on for hours.
SARAH: Why all the mystery? Why didn't you just show him to me when I first
came?
WINTERS: My dear Miss Smith, why should we? You were a privileged visitor here.
You abused that privilege to pry into matters on the secret list.
SARAH: You're right, of course. I'm sorry.
JELLICOE: Not a bit of it. You were simply following the instincts of a good
journalist. And now, if you've seen enough...
SARAH: It isn't dangerous, is it?
WINTERS: Of course not. Why should it be?
SARAH: Well, it just struck me that it could be a very powerful weapon if it
got into the wrong hands. It could be misused.
WINTERS: Like this, you mean? (To the ROBOT.)This girl is an intruder and a
spy. She must not leave here alive. Destroy her. (OOV.) Destroy her.
ROBOT: I cannot obey. This order conflicts with my prime directive.
WINTERS (OOV.): You must obey. You are programmed to obey.
ROBOT: I must obey. I cannot obey. I... I...
WINTERS (OOV.): Terminate.
SARAH: Another of your little jokes?
WINTERS: A practical demonstration. You must admit, it was a convincing one. JELLICOE:
Prime directive, you see. It's built into the robot's very being that it must
serve humanity and never harm it.
SARAH: That was a cruel thing to do.
WINTERS: Cruel? It isn't human, you know. It has no feelings.
SARAH: Oh, it's got a brain, hasn't it? It walks and talks like us. How can you
be sure it doesn't have feelings, too? (To the ROBOT.) Are you all right?
ROBOT: My functioning is unimpaired.
SARAH: But you were distressed, I saw...
ROBOT: Conflict with my prime directive causes imbalance in my neural circuits.
SARAH: I'm sorry, it wasn't my idea.
ROBOT: The imbalance has been corrected. It is not logical that you should feel
sorrow.
WINTERS: Really, Miss Smith, this is absurd. I think you must be the sort of
girl that gives motor cars pet names. (To the ROBOT.) Deactivate. (To SARAH.) You
see? It's just a lump of metal.
SARAH: Thank you for an interesting demonstration. I think I ought to leave
now.
WINTERS: One moment, Miss Smith. If I were to make a formal complaint about
your behavior here, you might find yourself in a very difficult position.
JELLICOE (OOV.): Dangerous thing, curiosity. Can get you into a lot of trouble.
WINTERS: So I'll make a bargain with you. Keep quiet about what you've
discovered here, and I'll keep quiet about how you discovered it.
SARAH: Goodbye, Miss Winters. Mr. Jellicoe. Oh, please, don't bother to see me
out.
JELLICOE: That was an appallingly dangerous thing to do. Telling it to destroy
her. The inhibitor's only just been reset, you know there have been problems. Suppose
it had obeyed you?
WINTERS: It made an interesting test.
6.
BRIGADIER: Where do I start looking for
this precious conspiracy?
DOCTOR: Oh, it's surely not that difficult, Brigadier. Oh, thank you. There
can't be many groups of people in the country with the money and resources to
design and build something like...
SARAH: An enormous robot over seven feet tall!
DOCTOR: Yeah, something like that. However did you guess?
SARAH: Guess? I've just seen it. I've been talking to it. Brigadier, there's
something very odd going on at Thinktank.
7.
JELLICOE: Screwdriver.
WINTERS: Careful.
JELLICOE: Swab.
JELLICOE: There. I think that's it.
WINTERS: Think? You better be sure.
JELLICOE: It's a delicate job. I'm not really trained in this sort of work.
WINTERS: Well, we better test it.
JELLICOE: This time emphasize the recall instructions. You know, it refused to
return after that last business. I found it wandering near Kettlewell's place.
WINTERS: How touching. Perhaps Miss Smith was right.
JELLICOE: What about?
WINTERS: Perhaps it does have feelings. It misses Daddy. (To the ROBOT.) Activate.
Prepare for visual scanning.
ROBOT: I am ready.
WINTERS (OOV.): This man is an enemy of the human race. He must be destroyed.
8.
SARAH: Look, it's obvious that that
Thinktank lot are involved. Why don't you just raid the place and arrest the
lot of them?
BRIGADIER: I very much doubt if I'd get the authority. And if I did, it'd cause
so much fuss they'd have plenty of time to hide the evidence. I must have more
to go on.
SARAH: More than just my word, you mean?
HARRY: You know, you need an inside man.
BRIGADIER: What?
HARRY: Well, I mean somebody planted on them to keep his eyes and ears open.
SARAH: Hey, that's not a bad idea.
BRIGDIER: It'd have to be someone they'd accept, someone with the proper
scientific qualifications.
DOCTOR: Scientific or medical.
HARRY: Oh, I say, me?
SARAH: Why not? Your chance to be a real James Bond.
HARRY: But...
BRIGADIER: Might work. We could fix you up with a cover story.
HARRY: I could wear a disguise.
DOCTOR: I'd like to talk to Professor Kettlewell.
9.
KETTLEWELL: I tell you, as I told this young woman, I know nothing about the
Thinktank and its activities. I severed all connections with them...
SARAH: But I saw the robot.
KETTLEWELL: What's that? No, that's impossible. I gave orders for him to be
dismantled.
BRIGADIER: Professor Kettlewell, this is an official inquiry and I...
KETTLEWELL: Would you kindly put those papers down, sir?
DOCTOR: Plans for a new solar battery.
KETTLEWELL: That folder's private and confidential.
DOCTOR: This will never do.
KETTLEWELL: There are many years...
DOCTOR: If theta over X coincides with your disputed factor, you're losing half
your output.
KETTLEWELL: Oh, rubbish. I checked all the calculations...
DOCTOR: The error's in the third part of the calculation.
KETTLEWELL: Bless my soul.
DOCTOR: But you're doing vital work, Professor. Earth's human race should have
started tapping solar power long ago.
KETTLEWELL: This new solar battery will provide an endless supply of pollution-free
energy at a fraction of the present cost, and they haven't the wit to see it.
DOCTOR: Well, there you are.
KETTLEWELL: Yes, I've explained it to them over and over and over again till
I'm blue in the face.
DOCTOR: People never can see what's under their noses and above their heads.
BRIGADIER: Concerning this robot...
KETTLEWELL (To the BRIGADIER.): You be quiet, young man. (To the DOCTOR.) You
know, ever since the days of Galileo...
DOCTOR: And Copernicus.
KETTLEWELL: And Copernicus, scientists have had to...
DOCTOR: Professor, I think you ought to tell us about the robot.
Yes.
KETTLEWELL: It was the last project I worked upon before I decided to leave. I
gave orders for him to be dismantled. It was like putting my own son to death. I
thought it was for the best. His power, his capacity to learn, had begun to
frighten me.
SARAH: But it wasn't destroyed, was it?
KETTLEWELL: I don't know. That woman, Winters, might have countermanded my
orders.
BRIGADIER: Could the robot have been made to carry out these break-ins?
KETTLEWELL: No, no. You say that people were hurt, even killed?
BRIGADIER: Yeah.
KETTLEWELL: Oh, it is out of the question. (To SARAH.)You said he refused to
harm you, didn't you? Yes, well... I gave him my own brain pattern. He has my
principles, my ideals.
DOCTOR: But the circuitry you built could be altered or tampered with.
KETTLEWELL: Doctor, not even I could effect such a change. As for Jellicoe and
Miss Winters, they're incompetent nincompoops.
SARAH: Maybe, but I wouldn't put it past them to try.
KETTLEWELL: If they force him to go against his prime directive, they'll
destroy his mind. He'll go mad.
10.
ROBOT: You are an enemy of humanity. I must destroy you.
11.
BRIGADIER: There was a triple-security thermo-lock on that safe, made from
case-hardened Dynastreem. It was completely disintegrated.
DOCTOR: Disintegrated?
SARAH: But there's nothing that could do that. Dynastreem's indestructible.
DOCTOR: I think the Brigadier has an idea, eh, Alastair?
BRIGADIER: Anyway, the neighbors heard a commotion, but by the time the police
arrived, it was all over. The safe was empty.
DOCTOR (OOV.): Who was this man?
BRIGADIER (OOV.): Joseph Chambers, Cabinet Minister.
BRIGADIER: He had certain special responsibilities in the area of security. I've
been carrying out a full security check on these Thinktank people.
DOCTOR: Anything interesting?
BRIGADIER: No, not really. They seem to be an exemplary lot. Just one oddity.
Quite a few of them were members of something called The Scientific Reform
Society.
DOCTOR: Oh, really? And who might they be?
BRIGADIER: A little tin-pot organization founded years ago. It wants to reform
the world on rational and scientific lines, you know that sort of thing. Harmless
bunch of cranks if you ask me. Recently...
DOCTOR: Yes, go on, then.
BRIGADIER: Well, they've had a sudden rush of new members. Quite a few
well-known scientists. Younger people, too, computer technicians and so on.
SARAH: Is Miss Winters a member?
BRIGADIER (OOV.): Apparently, and Jellicoe, too, and quite a few of the
Thinktank lot.
SARAH: Doesn't sound their style, does it?
DOCTOR (OOV.): No.
SARAH: Oh, well.
BRIGADIER: Where you off to?
SARAH: Home to bed. Busy day tomorrow. Still a working girl, you know.
BRIGADIER (OOV.): Yes, quite right, too. You leave all this business to us.
SARAH: One thing about reform societies, they're never adverse to a bit of free
publicity.
BRIGADIER: Well, Doctor, what do you think... Doctor, what are we going to do?
Or shall we leave it all to Miss Smith?
DOCTOR: Let's pay a visit to Thinktank tomorrow, Brigadier. We can ask them to
demonstrate Professor Kettlewell's robot. Good night.
12.
KETTLEWELL: Hello?
KETTLEWELL: Rats.
ROBOT: I... I... I...
KETTLEWELL: What's the matter?
ROBOT: I have been given orders that conflict with my prime directive.
KETTLEWELL: Oh, no.
ROBOT: They say there is no conflict. Yet I know there is conflict. I do not
understand. Help me.
13.
SARAH: As I understand it then, Mr. Short,
you advocate rule by a sort of self-appointed elite.
SHORT: It's only logical. Superior types should rule, they're the best equipped
for it.
SARAH: And the inferior types?
SHORT: They'd be guided, helped. Kept away from harmful ideas and influences. For
instance...
SARAH (OOV.): Do go on.
SHORT: Your own attire, is it really suitable?
SARAH: Trousers? Oh, surely that's a matter for me to decide.
SHORT: As things are at the moment, it is. But in a more rationally ordered
society...
SARAH: I would wear what you thought was good for me? I see. And think what you
thought was good for me, too?
SHORT: It'd be for your own good.
SARAH: Oh, I see you're having a meeting here tonight. Do you think it'd be
possible for me to come?
SHORT: Sorry, out of the question. Private meeting, members only, no press.
SARAH: But if I joined?
SHORT: I really don't think you qualify. We have very high standards.
SARAH: Well, thank you so much for your time, Mr. Short. And for telling me
your most interesting ideas.
SHORT: I do hope you'll include us in your article. We have been sadly misrepresented.
SARAH: Really? Well, we're covering a number of fringe organizations, and I'm
sure we'll find a place for you, somewhere between the flying saucer people and
the flat-earthers.
14.
DOCTOR: Can't thank you enough for the visit, it's been most amusing.
WINTERS: I suppose it all seems very elementary to a scientist of your
standing, Doctor.
DOCTOR: Yes, it does rather, but never mind. You've got to start somewhere. But
there is one thing I'm looking forward to. Professor Kettlewell's robot. It's
in here, isn't it?
15.
DOCTOR: Come on, then. Where is your Tin Man?
WINTERS: I'm afraid I must disappoint you, Doctor.
DOCTOR: Oh, dear. I do so hate being disappointed. I was determined to see that
robot.
WINTERS: We had to dismantle it.
DOCTOR: What? And such a harmless creature, too?
WINTERS (OOV.): After the visit of your friend, Miss Smith, it became unstable.
WINTERS: She introduced it to concepts it was not equipped to deal with.
DOCTOR: What? Concern, compassion, useless things like that?
WINTERS: We decided it would be safer to follow Professor Kettlewell's original
instructions.
DOCTOR (OOV.): Now, that is a pity. You see, one of our problems, Miss Winters,
is that...
DOCTOR: Oh, I say! You haven't still got the bits, have you? Maybe I could put
it together again. I'm really rather good at that sort of thing.
WINTERS: We have our own furnaces in the basement. The robot has been utterly
destroyed.
BRIGADIER: I could get authority to search.
WINTERS: You might find that difficult, Brigadier, but I won't stand on
formalities. Search, by all means, if you wish.
DOCTOR: In that case, I'm sure we needn't bother. Come along, Brigadier. Miss
Winters has a great deal to do.
JELLICOE: Miss Winters, there's a visitor. (To the DOCTOR.)I'm sorry.
WINTERS: Would you forgive me?
DOCTOR: Please, don't let us detain you.
WINTERS: Philips will show you the short cut back to your car.
DOCTOR: You know, I have a feeling we shall meet again. Come along, Brigadier.
16.
JELLICOE: Did they believe you?
WINTERS: Of course not. But it doesn't matter. By the time they can act, it
will be too late.
JELLICOE: Someone from the Ministry of Health has just turned up. Apparently
under some obscure regulation they've just remembered, we have to have a
complete check-up on the medical records of our staff here.
WINTERS: What an odd coincidence at a time like this.
JELLICOE: Director, this is Doctor Sullivan from the Ministry.
17.
BRIGADIER: Did you believe them?
DOCTOR: No, of course not. They know I didn't. And I know that they know I
didn't, and they know that I know that...
BRIGADIER: Yes, all right, Doctor. All right. So where is the robot?
DOCTOR: Either it's wandered off somewhere by itself or they've hidden it.
BRIGADIER: I see. Well, I must be off. Got to try and persuade the Minister to
let me raid Thinktank. What are you gonna do? Oh, no, don't tell me, more
thinking.
DOCTOR: I beg your pardon, Brigadier, I was just thinking. (On the phone.) Yes?
Yes, of course I'll talk to him. I'll talk to anybody. Professor Kettlewell? Yes,
this is the Doctor.
18.
KETTLEWELL: Doctor, you've got to help me. The robot has come to my house. I've
got him hidden, but he's very unstable. I may not be able to control him. We
must keep him out of the hands of those Thinktank people, they've driven him
almost insane. Yes, at my house. I'll be waiting at the gate.
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21.
SARAH: Oh, I like that. What is it?
BENTON: That's a promotion, miss, to WO1 .
SARAH: WO what?
BENTON: Warrant Officer. You see, technically speaking, the Brig should have a
major and a captain under him. The UNIT budget won't run to it, so they settled
on promoting me.
SARAH: Congratulations. About time, too.
BENTON: Thank you.
22.
SARAH: Doctor, I went to see those SRS... Oh,
no. (Reading.) ''Sarah, Professor Kettlewell tells me that he has the robot
hidden at his house. Gone to meet him. PS. It is of course possible that this
message is a trap. If it is, I can deal with it. PPS. I'm leaving this note in
case I can't.'' Oh, the idiot! He thinks he can cope with anything.
BENTON: Right, we better get after him. I'll get some men.
SARAH: I'll see you there.
BENTON: Wait for us. We'll go together.
23.
DOCTOR: Professor Kettlewell? Professor
Kettlewell? Professor?
ROBOT: You are the Doctor?
DOCTOR: How do you do? I've been so looking forward to meeting you.
ROBOT: Please confirm your identity. There must be no mistake. You are the
Doctor?
DOCTOR: Yes, yes, of course.
ROBOT: You are an enemy of the human race. I must destroy you. Please do not
resist. I do not wish to cause you unnecessary pain.
DOCTOR: How very kind of you.
DOCTOR: Prime directive. What is your prime directive?
ROBOT: I must serve humanity and never harm it.
DOCTOR: Then you mustn't harm me. I'm a friend of humanity.
ROBOT: No, you are an enemy. You must be destroyed.
DOCTOR (Mouths silently.): Extraordinary.