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Friday, May 22, 2009

The Shakespeare Code

The Shakespeare Code

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EPISODE: 180
AIR DATE: April 7, 2007
VILLIANS: Carionites: Lilith, Doomfinger, Bloodtide
ALIENS/ MONSTERS: Carionites
OTHER CHARACTERS: William Shakespeare, Lilith, Wiggins,Queen Elizabeth 1
LOCATION: London, Globe Theatre 1599; London, Allhallows Street 1599
PLOT:

London, 1599. A young woman is serenaded from her balcony by a lute-playing suitor, Wiggins. She bids him enter the house, but to his shock he finds it full of witching artifacts. The woman, Lilith, kisses Wiggins — but, on pulling away, he finds her transformed into a wrinkled hag. She introduces her two "mothers", Mother Doomfinger and Mother Bloodtide, who appear, cackling, and lunge at the screaming youth, apparently devouring him.

Meanwhile, the TARDIS has just landed nearby. Martha questions whether it is safe to walk around in the past, citing such familiar time travel concepts as the Grandfather paradox and a reference to the Ray Bradbury short story "A Sound of Thunder". The Doctor reassures her.She also worries about her reception as a black woman in a time when slavery still exists. The Doctor tells her not to worry, he isn't even human. He declares that they have arrived in London in 1599 and takes her to a performance at the Globe Theatre. At the end of the play, Love's Labours Lost, Shakespeare announces that there will soon be a sequel called Love's Labour's Won. Lilith, using a poppet, influences Shakespeare to declare, rashly, that the new play will premiere the following evening. Martha asks why she has never heard of Love's Labours Won. The Doctor knows of the lost play and, curious, decides to find out more about why it was never published — and extends Martha's "one trip".

The two go to The Elephant, the inn where William Shakespeare is staying. They chat with the playwright, who intends to finish writing the final scene of Love Labour's Won that night. An instantly beguiled Shakespeare ("Hey nonny nonny!") tries to woo Martha, describing her as "a queen of Afric" or a "Blackamoor lady", which she finds slightly offensive. The Doctor claims she comes from "Freedonia" to explain her strange clothing and modern attitudes. Shakespeare sees past the Doctor's psychic paper, which the Doctor cites as proof of the man's genius.

Lynley, Master of the Revels, demands to see the script before he allows the play to proceed. When Shakespeare offers to show him the finished script in the morning, the official leaves proclaiming that this slight means he will ensure the play will never be performed. The trio of 'witches' watch the scene in a cauldron. Lilith, who works at the inn, secretly takes some of Lynley's hair and makes another poppet, which she plunges into a bucket of water. The Doctor, Martha and Shakespeare hear a commotion in the street and run out, where they witness Lynley vomiting water. Lilith stabs the doll in the chest, and Lynley collapses, dead. The Doctor calmly announces that Lynley has died of an imbalance of the humours, and privately tells Martha that any other explanation would lead to panic about witchcraft. When Martha asks what did kill Lynley, the Doctor responds, "Witchcraft".

Martha and the Doctor stay overnight at the inn. The Doctor gives a disgruntled Martha mixed signals by casually sharing a bed with her only to then openly bemoan the lack of Rose's insight. Meanwhile, Lilith entrances Shakespeare and, using a marionette, compels him to write a strange concluding paragraph to Love's Labour's Won. She is discovered by the landlady (also the Bard's lover), whom she frightens to death. On hearing another scream, the Doctor runs in and finds the body. Through the window, Martha sees a witch fly away on a broomstick.

In the morning the Doctor, Martha and Shakespeare proceed to the Globe Theatre, where the Doctor asks why the theatre has 14 sides. Shakespeare replies that the architect thought it would make sound carry well and mentions that he eventually went mad and talked of witches. The three then visit the architect, Peter Streete, in Bedlam Asylum. The Doctor helps Streete to emerge from his catatonia for long enough to reveal that the witches dictated the Globe's design to him. He also tells the Doctor that the witches were based in All Hallows Street.

The witches observe this interview through their cauldron. Doomfinger teleports to the cell and kills Peter with a touch. She threatens the other three but the Doctor works out who the 'witches' really are. He names the creature as a Carrionite, which causes her to disappear. The Doctor explains that the Carrionites produce their "magic" through an ancient science based on the power of words.

Back at the Elephant, the Doctor deduces that the Carrionites intend to use the words of a genius — Shakespeare — to break their species out of eternal imprisonment when Love's Labours Won is performed. The Doctor tells Shakespeare to stop the play whilst he and Martha go to All Hallows Street to thwart the witches. Shakespeare bursts on to the Globe's stage to make the announcement, but two of the Carrionites are already there and use one of their dolls to render him unconscious. The actors — thinking Shakespeare has passed out drunk — carry the playwright off stage and the performance proceeds.

The Doctor and Martha reach All Hallows Street and confront Lilith, who is expecting them. She confirms the Doctor's suspicions: the three Carrionites hope to gain entry for the rest of their species, eliminate the humans, begin a new empire on Earth and spread out from there. Martha, mimicking the Doctor's actions at Bedlam, tries to neutralise her by speaking the name Carrionite, but Lilith mocks her, since naming only works once. Instead, she names Martha Jones, rendering her unconscious.

Lilith tries to do the same to the Doctor, but it fails to affect him, as she is unable to discover his real name. She attempts to weaken him by naming "Rose", but he assures her that that name keeps him fighting. Lilith then feigns an attempt at seduction, which brings her close enough to the Doctor to steal a lock of his hair. Taking flight through the window, she attaches the hair to a doll — which the Doctor explains is essentially a DNA replication module — and stabs it in the heart, whereupon the Doctor collapses. Assuming that he is dead, Lilith flies to the Globe. Martha wakes, and helps the Doctor restart his left heart before the duo race to the Globe.

The actors have already spoken the last lines of the play, a series of directions and instructions that have opened a portal allowing the Carrionites back into the universe. The Doctor tells Shakespeare that only he can find the words to close the portal. Shakespeare improvises a short rhyming stanza but is stuck for a final word. Martha comes up with "Expelliarmus" and the Carrionites — together with all the extant copies of Love's Labour's Won — are sucked back through the closing portal. Martha, Shakespeare and the actors from the play are left to take the applause of the audience who believe it all to be special effects. The Doctor meanwhile finds the three 'witches' trapped, screaming in their own crystal ball and appropriates it for safe keeping in a "dark attic" of the TARDIS.

In the morning, Shakespeare flirts once more with Martha...and with the Doctor. He reveals his deduction that the Doctor is not of the Earth and that Martha is from the future, once again proving his genius. For his "Dark Lady", he produces the sonnet, "Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?" in her honour, but is interrupted when two of his actors burst in, heralding the arrival of the Queen. Queen Elizabeth enters, recognises the Doctor as her "sworn enemy" and declares, "Off with his head!" The Doctor is surprised at her outburst, since he says he has not yet met the Queen, but comments that he is looking forward to finding out what he will do to offend her. He and Martha flee to the TARDIS, slamming the door just as an arrow embeds itself in the TARDIS' exterior before dematerialisation.

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My Favorite Quotes......

The Shakespeare Code

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Martha: But are we safe? Can we move around and stuff?
The Doctor: Of course we can. Why do you ask?
Martha: It's like in the films! You step on a butterfly, you change the future of the human race!
The Doctor: I'll tell you what then, don't.... step on any butterflies. What have butterflies ever done to you?
Martha: What if.... I dunno! What if I kill my grandfather?!
The Doctor: Are you planning to?
Martha: No.
The Doctor: Well, then.

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The Doctor: Not so different from your time. Look, they have recycling. Water cooler moments-
Preacher: ... and the Earth shall be consumed by flames!
The Doctor: -And global warming.

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The Doctor: Just think. When you get back, you could tell everyone that you've seen Shakespeare.
Martha: Yeah! And then I could get sectioned!

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The Doctor: "Rage, rage, against the dying of the light..."
William Shakespeare: I might use that.
The Doctor: You can't, it's someone else's.

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Doctor: All the world's a stage....
William Shakespeare: I might use that.

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Martha: Magic and stuff, that's a surprise. It's all a bit Harry Potter.
The Doctor: Wait till you read book seven- oh, I cried!

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The Doctor: Come on! We can all have a good flirt later!
William Shakespeare: Is that a promise, Doctor?
The Doctor: Oooh, 57 academics just punched the air!

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Shakespeare: To be or not to be... Ooh. That's quite good.
The Doctor: You should write that down.
Shakespeare: Maybe not. Bit pretentious?
The Doctor: Meh.

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The Doctor: used you. They gave you the final words like a spell, like a code. Love's Labours Won, it's a weapon! The right combination of words spoken in the right place with the shape of the Globe as an energy converter! The play's the thing! And yes, you can have that.

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The Doctor: Once more unto the breach!
William Shakespeare: I like that! Wait a minute. That's one of mine!
The Doctor: Oh, just.... shift!

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Lilith: And as for you, Sir Doctor - fascinating. There is no name. Why would a man hide his title in such despair? Oh!but look: There's still one word with the power of the days-
The Doctor: The naming won't work on me.
Lilith: But your heart grows cold, the north wind blows, and carries down the distant.... Rose?
The Doctor: Oh, big mistake, 'cause that name keeps me fighting!

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Doctor: The shape of the Globe gives words power, but you're the wordsmith! The one true genius; the only one clever enough to do it.
William Shakespeare: But what words? I have none ready!
Doctor: You're William Shakespeare!
William Shakespeare: But these Carrionite phrases, they need such precision!
Doctor: Trust yourself. When you're locked away in your room, the words just come, don't they, like magic. Words, the right sound, the right shape, the right rhythm, words that last forever. That's what you do, Will. You choose perfect words. Do it. Improvise!
William Shakespeare: Close up this din of hateful dire decay,
Decomposition of your witch's plot!
You feed my brains, consider me your toy:
My doting Doctor tells me I am not!
Lilith: No! Words of power-!
William Shakespeare: Foul Carrionite spectres, cease your show;
Between the points-
Doctor: 761390!
William Shakespeare: 761390!
Vanish like a tinker's cuss!
I say to thee...
Doctor: .... Uh....
Martha: Expelliarmus!
Everyone: Expelliarmus!
Doctor: Good old J.K.!

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William Shakespeare: "Sycorax." Nice word. I'll have that off you as well.
Doctor: I should be on ten percent.

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William Shakespeare: Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?