input: TEXT: THE TALONS OF WENG-CHIANG BY: ROBERT HOLMES Part One Running time: 24:44 [SCENE_BREAK] JAGO: Mister Chang. Wonderful, wonderful. Words fail me, sir. Words quite fail me. CHANG: You are most generous. JAGO: Have I ever, in my thirty years in the halls, seen such a dazzling display of lustrous legerdemain? So many feats of superlative, supernatural skill? The answer must be never, sir. Never. SIN: Honourable master is kind to bestow praise on humble Chang's miserable, unworthy head. JAGO: Dashed clever, the way you work the little fellow. Wires in the sleeves, I dare say. But I'll not pry, Mister Chang. The secrets of the artistes are sacrosanct. BULLER (OOV.): Hey, you! JAGO: What the deuce? BULLER: Where's my Emma? What have you done with her? JAGO: You've got no right to burst in here. BULLER: Out of my way! It's him I want. CHANG: Your Emma? BULLER: She come in here last night and nobody ain't seen her since. JAGO: I'll have the fellow ejected. BULLER: Now I'm asking you, mister, what's happened to her? JAGO: Call the stage hands, Freddy. CHANG: It's all right, Mister Jago. Please, come with me. JAGO: Courteous coves, these Chinese. I'd have propelled him onto the pavement with a punt up the posterior. [SCENE_BREAK] CHANG: Your wife? BULLER: Emma Buller. And don't deny she was here, cos I saw her with my own eyes. CHANG: Many ladies come to theatre. Why should you think BULLER: Not round the side door, they don't. Now, look. I was passing in my cab and I saw her plain, and I know it was you she was
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output: The Doctor and Leela land in Victorian London, and find themselves in the middle of missing girls, mutilated bodies, and vicious Chinese gangs. The Palace theater, presenting hypnotist Li H'sen Chang seems to be at the center of it all.