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(DOCTOR WHO THEME) Death to Giuliano! SARAH: Doctor! Doctor! Doctor! Doctor! Doctor! (SCREAMING) Demnos will not be cheated of his pleasure, little one.
Doctor! Doctor! (HIGH-PITCHED ELECTRONIC BEEPING) (BEEPING STOPS) (HELIX LAUGHING) (MEN GRUNTING) Go on, for you'll need an army to do your work! Oh, you craven-gutted curs, he's but one man! You can't count, Count.
Take the sorcerer, too.
A gold piece to the first that splits him.
(GROANS) Brethren They're coming out of the ground like rats, sire.
Back! Back to the palace! -That was lucky.
-Huh? The Brethren ran right past.
-Where's Sarah? -She came down here.
-You mean you've not seen her? -What? You mean, she's wandering about in these catacombs? Let's have a look at this shoulder.
You've not spent all your life at books, Doctor.
You just saved my life.
This should staunch the blood.
You know, the finest swordsman I ever saw was a captain in Cleopatra's bodyguard.
He showed me a few points.
That's there.
I don't know that Florence Nightingale would approve of this little lash-up.
-Did you find the temple, Doctor? -Oh, yes.
Helix energy is still there, all right.
Played some very nasty tricks.
It is an omen.
The mighty Demnos has returned his victim to us.
She who is the chosen sacrifice.
This one assists the foreign sorcerer.
She may yet assist him to his death, before her hour of glory.
Master, the great blade of our god thirsts for blood.
Patience! Before this night ends, Priest, there will be blood in plenty.
That I promise.
We of the Brethren bow to your command, Master.
Then mind her well, so that she may not struggle and cry out.
Bring her to my chamber.
(TRUMPET FANFARE) Duke of Milan, sire.
I heard.
Get that muck out of here.
Bring me clean linen.
Hurry, you oaf.
That fox-faced old blowhard the Doge will be here within the hour.
His advanced riders are carousing in the taverns even now.
What's to be done? He must be greeted.
That fat clown of a chancellor can do it.
Say I've been stricken by an ague.
Before night comes, Rossini, you and I have work to do.
I have a score of men searching for the Duke.
He's not returned to the palace.
We must search the city.
He's skulking in some stinking hovel.
Oh, no, I've gone too far now.
Before sunrise, I want to see Giuliano's liver fed to the dogs.
-All right? -Yes, thank you, Doctor.
Good.
Let's go and see what happened to Sarah.
-Oh, not through there.
-What? Those catacombs are endless.
Giuliano, you're not afraid, are you? Afraid? Oh, no.
That's funny.
Most people would be.
Come on.
Why did you allow our Brethren to save the young prince, Master? His life may yet have value.
But he is no more in the eye of Demnos than any other unbeliever.
Giuliano's appointment with death is already written.
Not Count Federico nor any other mortal must anticipate the mighty Demnos.
Even so, I fear the Count will now bring all his soldiers against us.
Faith, Brother.
You have seen the sign of Demnos? The miracle, as it is written in the prophecies? Then let the word be spread throughout the city.
Guard the sacred temple.
The great god's dwelling place must not be defiled by unbelievers in these last hours.
Now, go.
Hurry.
Do not resist, child.
The aroma is sweet.
(SOFTLY) This way.
Doctor! The ancients who built this place knew a thing or two.
HIERONYMOUS: Now, child, whom do you serve? -I serve you.
-And the Doctor? -The Doctor is a sorcerer.
-And -The Doctor is evil.
-And And must be destroyed.
All this you will forget.
All but your purpose.
When you're standing close and the Doctor suspects nothing, you will strike him down.
One scratch will be sufficient.
The hand of a friend is a subtle but certain weapon.
Now, we must return you to the Doctor's side.
How glad he will be to see his young companion.
-Well? -Nothing, sire.
Inept clod, what were my orders? We have searched everywhere.
Get out! I warn you, Rossini, fail me and you will breakfast on burning coals.
Sire, we can only think that he has taken to the catacombs.
Catacombs.
A thousand men might search those galleries for a month, sire, and still find nothing.
They say there are places where the bat droppings -are twice the height of a man.
-They say! They say! The truth of the matter, Rossini, is that you have no stomach for the task.
If it is your wish, sire, I will take the entire guard down there -and begin the search immediately.
-No.
No.
It's true.
If he's gone down into the warren, he'll be harder to find than a flea in a beggar's robes.
But he must come out or die like a sewer rat.
And when he does, we must be ready for him.
Of course you will, dung head.
But more than that, we are going to prove that the Duke Giuliano is a secret devotee of the cult of Demnos.
-Sarah! Oh, Sarah! -Is she all right? -Where am I? -I think so.
Her eyes They're very strange.
What happened? The Brethren, two of them I can't remember.
-Why would they leave her here? -I don't know.
Perhaps they're planning to come back for her.
You know, this leads under the palace.
How do you know that, Doctor? Well, the first time I saw the leader of the cult, he was walking this way.
He probably comes this way regularly.
You know something I don't think the Mandragora intelligence hijacked the TARDIS and brought us here by accident.
There must already be someone here who's sympathetic to its influence.
Possibly there's been some tenuous influence for centuries.
-Doctor, give me a hand.
-DOCTOR: What? (DOCTOR SPEAKING LATIN) -What? -It's Latin.
"The question is solved by walking.
" Latin? I don't even speak Italian.
Hey, I never thought of that before.
-How is it I can understand you? -Don't you worry about it.
-I'll explain it later.
Come on.
-(CHUCKLING) All right.
(BELL TOLLING) (KNOCKING ON DOOR) GUARD: Open.
Open in the name of the Duke Giuliano.
(GRUNTING) -Anywhere we know? -Yes.
-We're in the palace dungeons.
-DOCTOR: Oh, excellent.
GIULIANO: My father once spoke of a secret passage.
Let's go.
Hieronymous You will forgive me for not rising, Count.
Only the dead fail to stand in my presence.
However, your lack of courtesy is easily corrected.
(GASPING) My lord, spare an old servant.
It is only out of my love for you.
I am numb with fear for your life.
But your numbness has passed, I see.
You're a fake, Hieronymous.
A fraud, a charlatan, a marketplace soothsayer.
You and I both know the truth of this.
So, just remember your place, Court Astrologer.
That way you may also keep your head.
But, my lord -I bring you a warning.
-Go on.
Intrigues are brewing, plots are being prepared.
You are in great danger.
The only plots, Hieronymous, are mine.
And they are going well.
It is written that a blow will be struck against you here, in the palace.
You must bring your guards here to protect your noble person.
You try my patience, Hieronymous.
You can no more tell the stars then you can tell my chamber pot.
-Go.
Get out of my sight! -Very well, sire.
But before Mars sinks to rest, the blow will fall and your life will be forfeit.
So it is written.
I'd say you had visitors.
Marco My uncle's men must have taken him.
There's nothing you can do on your own, Giuliano.
-But he's my friend, my loyal friend.
-Listen, listen.
Listen, there are other considerations besides your uncle and his petty ambitions.
Petty? They are far from petty, Doctor.
I've called a gathering of scholars here to celebrate my accession to the dukedom.
My uncle will do everything in his power to stop our meeting.
-Who's coming? -The most learned men of all Italy.
Scholars, artists, men of the new sciences.
-Is Leonardo da Vinci coming? -And his patron, the Duke of Milan.
If anything should happen to those men, they'd be thrown back into a new dark age.
-You two stay here.
-Where are you going? I have an idea who the leader of the Brethren is.
Be careful, Doctor, the soldiers are everywhere.
Don't worry about me, I'm not likely to miss Leonardo da Vinci.
(MARCO GROANING) Scarlatti is enjoying his work.
-He's a craftsman.
-Nonetheless, these cries I would prefer not to rouse the entire palace.
-Has he weakened yet? -He is a stubborn ape, sire.
I'll have a word with him myself.
Sometimes the voice of reason is more effective than the burning iron.
-I have a task for you, Rossini.
-My lord.
The astrologer Hieronymous, it appears he's moving against me.
-He's forecast my death.
-My lord! Don't be alarmed.
He plucks these lies out of the sky.
But I want the old spider out of the city tonight.
-Banished, sire? -Throw him out.
And all his rubbish with him.
A simple confession, my young friend.
Never.
Come, Marco.
You're of noble birth, a man of intelligence.
Use your intelligence and save yourself pain.
I shall not lie against the Duke.
You can kill me first.
(LAUGHING) No.
But we may kill you afterwards.
Scarlatti's enthusiasm is such that not all survive his attentions.
You devils! Come now, Marco.
Confess that Giuliano is a follower of Demnos and I will reward you well.
Come, man.
What is your answer? (CHUCKLING) You insolent fool.
Now you will truly learn what suffering is.
-Good evening.
-You What are you? It's time you and I had a little talk, Hieronymous.
Keep back! Keep away from me.
Not sure of yourself yet? Influence comes and goes? I suppose that must be very worrying.
Were you sent from the stars? Oh, you could say that, yes.
They told me, the voices, that I would be joined by another.
Give me the proof that you are the one.
Fascinating.
Predeluvian sandstone with a complex circuit of base metal infused into it.
You defile the sacred image of Demnos.
Destroy him now! Hello, Sarah.
Poisoned needle? Drop it.
Strike him down! You don't want to hurt me, Sarah.
I'm your friend, remember, your best friend.
Drop, drop it.
(GASPING) (GRUNTING) -Doctor! -The curse of Demnos on you, sorcerer! You're a bit old for this, aren't you? No! Stop him! Don't let him get away! SARAH: (GROANING) Doctor! (GRUNTING) -Giuliano.
Is he dead? -No, sire.
He's in the dungeons with the other prisoners.
Then it is finished, Rossini.
The Duke and his troublemakers will be dead and buried before *** crow.
There is only Hieronymous, but he won't evade capture for long.
There is nothing now that will stop me.
SARAH: I'm trying to remember what happened to me, butI can't.
-It's There's just nothing.
-Drug-induced hypnosis.
Hieronymous is an old slyboots.
And I really tried to kill you? You only did what you were ordered.
What I expected.
But how did you know I'd been drugged? Well, I've taken you to some strange places before and you've never asked how you understood the local language.
It's a Time Lord's gift I allow you to share.
But tonight when you asked me how you understood Italian, I realised your mind had been taken over.
(MARCO GROANING) SARAH: Poor Marco.
Doctor! -Sarah! -DOCTOR: See to Marco.
Marco, what have they done to you? They made me speak against you.
They forced me to say Say what? That you, dear nephew, and this dog of a sorcerer are in league to revive the blasphemous cult of Demnos.
-GIULIANO: You stinking butcher! -My lord! All over the city, they're coming out of every street.
-What are you gabbling about? -The Brethren.
They're moving towards the temple.
Great god Demnos, we are ready to receive you into ourselves.
If we are worthy of your mighty presence, show yourself.
I've waited a long time for this moment, sorcerer.
There is nothing now that will stop me from becoming duke.
Count Federico, can't you understand, I'm not interested in your political ambitions.
Your enemies are not here in this dungeon.
They're in the temple.
It isn't Giuliano you have to fear, it is Hieronymous.
(SCOFFING) Ha! That fake.
DOCTOR: That fake is the leader of the Brethren.
-What? -DOCTOR: Yes.
And he's possessed of extraordinary powers, helix energy.
It's a trick, sire.
How do I know you're telling the truth? You don't.
But if Hieronymous isn't stopped, I promise you, there'll be dukedom for you or anyone else to rule over after tonight.
I'll see for myself and you'll come with me.
-Unchain him.
-Don't trust him, my lord.
I don't have to trust him.
Keep these three here as hostages.
If I'm not back within the hour, you know what to do.
I'll take two of your best men.
Whatever you do, Count, don't go near him.
Do I need your advice? When I give the signal, seize him.
Hieronymous! You traitor! (SCREAMING)
