TEXT: THE TRIAL OF A TIME LORD PART FOURTEEN (THE ULTIMATE FOE) Run time: 29:30 [SCENE_BREAK] Beach [SCENE_BREAK] The Doctor: No! Glitz: Doctor! Hang on! Where are you? Oh, no. Don't give in! I'm coming! Glitz: Doctor. Glitz: What a way to go. All in all, he wasn't a bad old codger. Honest, of course. Still, nobody's perfect. The Doctor (O.C.): And that's the clue. Nobody is. Not even the Valeyard. Glitz: Oh, great cosmic protector of grafters and dissemblers, save me. Save me! A voice from the grave. The Doctor (O.C.): No, a grave voice. The Doctor: Bad joke. But everything round here is a bad joke. Glitz: No mud? But I saw. Your ankle armour. Glitz: I don't get it. The Doctor: Oh, do concentrate, Glitz. How often must I tell you? We're not dealing with reality. Valeyard: Why waste your breath on that simple minded oaf. Valeyard: You cannot speak as though reality is a one-dimensional concept. Valeyard: Fortunately, there is a reality that you and I can both agree on. The ultimate reality. The Doctor: Death? Valeyard: The undiscovered country from whose bourn no traveller returns. The Doctor: Puzzles the will. Hamlet, act three scene one. Valeyard: I really must curb these urges. I've no wish to be contaminated by your whims and idiosyncrasies. The Doctor: Quite so. But what I don't comprehend... Glitz: He's over here, Doc. Slippery customer, your other persona. The Doctor: What I don't comprehend is why you want me dead. No. No, let me rephrase that. It would satisfy my curiosity to know why you should go to such extraordinary lengths to kill me. Valeyard: Come now, Doctor. How else can I obtain my freedom, operate as
SUMMARY:
The Doctor continues his quest to capture and stop the Valeyard, the Master assists him with the help of Glitz, leaving everyone to wonder if the Master may have plans of his own for the Doctor and the Time Lords. As things progress, in the strange world of the Valeyard the Doctor comes closer to either stopping the Valeyards evil plans or the end of his existence.