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A Big Finish Productions Classic Doctors New Monsters Audio Drama, released 28 July 2016
DOCTOR: Well done, old girl. Now, let's see. Rome, 1511, so you say. But let's just glance outside,
shall we? Humans, that's good. Clothing from the correct date, architecture looks right. Oh, that must
be Saint Peter's Basilica just going up. Exactly the right spot, except, who's that? Wrong clothes for
sixteenth century Italy, and attracting some unwelcome attention.
(Amidst a mob.)
GABY: Give me some space!
MAN: Appeared from nowhere, I tell you.
MAN 2: A miracle!
GABY: I'm calling the police. One one three in Italy, right?
(Dials, gets failed call tones.)
GABY: Oh damn, it won't connect.
DOCTOR: You won't get a signal in 1511, I'm afraid, and even if you could, well, think of the roaming
charges.
(Breathless.)
DOCTOR: I think we lost them. I really would put that mobile away. It does rather stand out in
sixteenth century Italy.
GABY: Are you behind all this?
DOCTOR: All what?
GABY: This. The people, the scenery, that donkey. It's some kind of film set?
DOCTOR: I'm sorry, I should introduce myself. I'm the
GABY: Doctor.
DOCTOR: Yes.
GABY: We met in the Sistine Chapel, remember?
DOCTOR: We did?
GABY: It's very good. This street's filthy. Is it a stunt? Are there hidden cameras somewhere?
DOCTOR: Only the eight mega-pixels on your phone. Look this may come as a shock, Gaby, but it's
not the twenty first century, it's 1511.
GABY: Nonsense.
DOCTOR: So you clearly didn't plan on being here. What happened?
GABY: Well er, oh, I can't even remember arriving.
DOCTOR: Well, now that is bad.
GABY: Is it?
DOCTOR: People can't go skipping out of their own time zones willy-nilly, unless they're with me, of
course. You really can't remember?
GABY: Well, I. Joel. Where's Joel?
DOCTOR: Joel?
GABY: My fiancé. Husband. We're on our honeymoon. We met you in the Sistine, then, I can't
remember.
DOCTOR: TCDD.
GABY: What?
DOCTOR: Temporary Chronological Displacement Disorientation. Can be nasty if you time travel
without a capsule.
GABY: Time travel?
DOCTOR: If you and Joel travelled together, once we reunite you I expect all the neurons will pop
back into place. Shall we? There's no time to lose.
GABY: He's mad. Must be. Hey, wait!
(Hammering on stone.)
MICHELANGELO: Are you going to stand there all day?
PRIEST: Señor Buonarroti, your skill is captivating. To watch the image begin to appear from the
block like a figure rising from a basin of water. Magnificent.
MICHELANGELO: Well, Señor Priest, I will admit your choice of block for this figure was perfect.
(drinks) Every block of marble has a figure inside, placed there by God. My task as sculptor is to set it
free.
PRIEST: And when will it be finished?
MICHELANGELO: I beg your pardon?
PRIEST: When might my Order take delivery of the statue?
MICHELANGELO: Are you asking me to hurry my work, Señor Priest?
PRIEST: No, Señor Buonarroti, I only wish to know
MICHELANGELO: I am Michelangelo Buonarroti, not some second-rate artisan.
PRIEST: Señor, I understand, but
MICHELANGELO: I am an artist. I did not rush my work on the vault of the Sistine even for His
Holiness the Pope.
PRIEST: Señor, I only wish
MICHELANGELO: If speed is all you require, perhaps someone else should complete your
commission.
PRIEST: Señor.
MICHELANGELO: I've done. Ach. I must return to my work on the Sistine in any case.
PRIEST: But this statue must take precedence.
MICHELANGELO: Must, Señor? Must?
PRIEST: Señor, let us speak reasonably.
(A cry, whoosh and thud.)
JOEL: Oo er. Where?
MICHELANGELO: God have mercy. How did you get into my work yard?
JOEL: Your work yard?
MICHELANGELO: My work yard. You stand in Michelangelo Buonarroti's work yard. Who let you in?
Piero? I'll tan that boy's hide.
JOEL: M-M-Michelangelo?
MICHELANGELO: You're deaf? Yes, Michelangelo.
JOEL: You are Michelangelo. The Michelangelo.
MICHELANGELO: You have heard of me?
JOEL: The greatest artist who ever lived? Of course I've heard of Michelangelo. I adore Michelangelo.
MICHELANGELO: Ah. Well, someone who values me aright at last. What's your name, boy?
JOEL: I er, Joel.
MICHELANGELO: Joel? An Israelite's name. And dressed strangely, too. Where are you from? The
East? The Orient?
JOEL: Er, Hemel Hempstead.
MICHELANGELO: I have not heard of this place. It is exotic?
JOEL: It's in England.
MICHELANGELO: England! You hear, Señor Priest? My fame spreads to England! Come inside,
Joel. You will take refreshment after your journey.
JOEL: Yes. My, my journey. Er
PRIEST: But Señor, the sculpture.
MICHELANGELO: (receding) Away. I will resume work later.
PRIEST: Our patience is not limitless, Señor.
(Bits of marble tumble.)
PRIEST: Yes. You yearn for release. You writhe to break from your stone prison. Patience. It will not
be long. Michelangelo has seen the Angel in this block, and he will carve until he sets you free.
DOCTOR: Hold on. So you and Joel, you remember the whole of the Sistine ceiling, not just half of it.
GABY: Of course. Why wouldn't we?
DOCTOR: I should probably tell you why I'm here.
GABY: In the Sistine Chapel?
DOCTOR: In 1511. Look, we need to find Joel.
GABY: So I keep saying.
DOCTOR: Let's talk as we go.
GABY: 1511. Time travel. I mean, it's nonsense, isn't it? Doctor?
DOCTOR: Look at her. The crowning jewel of Renaissance architecture. One of the largest and most
exquisite buildings on the planet, and one of the artistic wonders of the universe. Saint Peter's
Basilica.
GABY: It's a building site.
DOCTOR: Yes. Well, it will be Saint Peter's Basilica eventually.
GABY: Right. When it has a roof. In about ten years.
DOCTOR: Better make that a hundred and ten. It doesn't get finished until November 1626. Too many
cooks, you know. Bramante, Maderno, Bernini. Even Michelangelo gets involved. As long as he's still
around in 1547, that is. Sculpture, painting, architecture. These Renaissance men, eh?
GABY: Yeah.
DOCTOR: Leonardo's charming, of course. Very gracious about all those Mona Lisas.
(See City of Death.)
GABY: Joel?
DOCTOR: I beg your pardon?
JOEL: Piero! Piero, it's her. It's Gaby! Gaby!
GABY: Joel! Doctor, it's Joel.
JOEL: Gaby!
GABY: Joel!
JOEL: Gaby, are you all right?
GABY: Yes. (kissing)
DOCTOR: Oh dear.
PIERO: These English are very er, passionate, no? Are you all right, Señor?
DOCTOR: Fine. I'm just not really used to people doing this around me. I'm the Doctor, by the way.
PIERO: Piero.
DOCTOR: Delighted. (kissing stops) Well, there we go.
GABY: Joel, we've been looking for you.
JOEL: We? Ah, it's him. Mister Cricket. Is he behind all this?
DOCTOR: No. Or at least, I think not.
GABY: The Doctor's been helping me. And by the way, doesn't remember meeting us.
JOEL: What?
GABY: Although, to be fair, I don't remember how. No, wait, it's coming back.
JOEL: Yes, same here. I remember.
DOCTOR: What did I say? TCDD.
GABY + JOEL: The angel!
DOCTOR: What?
PIERO: You saw an angel?
GABY: Not a real one, a stone one, in the church.
JOEL: San Pietro in Vincoli. Michelangelo's statue of Moses.
DOCTOR: Michelangelo's Moses doesn't have any angels on it.
GABY: It wasn't there. The Moses, I mean.
JOEL: There was a statue of an angel in its place, and then, and then, it sounds ridiculous, but
DOCTOR: But it moved.
GABY: Yes, it touched us!
JOEL: And then you were gone and I was in Michelangelo's work yard.
GABY: What?
JOEL: This is his servant, Piero.
PIERO: Señora.
GABY: You met Michelangelo? What's he like?
JOEL: An artistic temperament.
GABY: He's grumpy?
JOEL: Oh, yes.
DOCTOR: Stop, stop, stop. Can we forget Michelangelo for a moment?
GABY: Doctor?
DOCTOR: This angel, it had its hands over its eyes, like this?
JOEL: Yeah, like it was crying.
DOCTOR: A Weeping Angel.
JOEL: Crying, weeping, let's not get pedantic.
DOCTOR: No, that's what it's called, a Weeping Angel. A creature that resembles a statue quantum-
locked into position while it's observed. But if you look away, if you so much as blink
JOEL: It can move?
DOCTOR: And more. It can displace you in time.
GABY: It can do what?
DOCTOR: The most humane psychopaths in the universe. They kill you by stealing your future. No
mess, just the energy of your unlived days for them to feed on.
GABY: Oh, nonsense.
DOCTOR: If that's what sent you back, then, of course, Michelangelo's disappearance, it must be
connected. There's a Weeping Angel loose in Rome.
(Breathless.)
PIERO: Master? Master! Oh, not here. Hmm, just you on your own, eh, Señorina Angel? I expected
the master to be working on you. Keep him away from statues. Huh, that Doctor asks the impossible.
Ah well, better try the house. Don't go anywhere, Señorina. Master?
(Stones fall.)
PIERO: Master? Is that you? Ah, Señorina Angel, your hands. You were covering your eyes and now
you reach out, to me? It's a miracle! A miracle! Master! Come and see your sculpture! It lives! It's
trying to touch
(Silence apart from a distant church bell.)
MICHELANGELO: What is all this shouting? Piero? Are you playing silly games? I have no patience
for it. Piero! No one here. Except my angel. Have you seen him, eh? Ha! No, you see no one. You
must forever cover your eyes. Nearly complete now. If only I could make you really live.
(Walking.)
MICHELANGELO: I will seal the tunnels.
GABY: How?
MICHELANGELO: Perhaps a new building material. They're using it at Saint Peter's. The ancients
knew of it, used it for the dome of the Pantheon. I could get hold of some, or mix my own.
JOEL: And the Order?
DOCTOR: Now the Angels are trapped, their psychic influence should wane.
PIERO: If the Order will listen to me, I can be a witness, reveal the truth they have been blind to.
GABY: Look, sunrise.
(Door opens.)
JOEL: Whoa! What happened in here?
MICHELANGELO: My scaffolding. We'll need to rebuild. I will certainly look forward to painting, not
sculpting, for a while.
JOEL: But don't stay away from sculpting forever, eh?
GABY: And the Angels will just stay down there?
DOCTOR: Yes.
MICHELANGELO: A hellish nightmare, hidden far below this place.
JOEL: With your glorious heavens painted up above.
DOCTOR: Inferno and Paradiso.
PIERO: I will see your finished ceiling then, master?
MICHELANGELO: You shall indeed, Piero. Let me show you. That panel there will be God creating
Adam.
PIERO: Oh, I see. (receding.)
GABY: And us? Can we please go back home now.
JOEL: Yeah. We've a honeymoon to finish.
DOCTOR: Ah. Er, sorry.
GABY: What?
JOEL: Why?
DOCTOR: Because you can't go back. Not after being touched by an Angel.
GABY: But you keep saying you're a time traveller.
DOCTOR: Yes.
GABY: So, your ship. Just drop us back in the twenty first century.
DOCTOR: It's not possible. If I take you back, all our work here trapping the Angels will be undone.
GABY: Don't give me that. All the way through this you've made sense of nonsense.
DOCTOR: No, you don't understand. You both remembered the full glory of the Sistine ceiling, even
when no one else did.
JOEL: So?
DOCTOR: That was only possible because you'd been living trans-temporally for centuries, as it were.
You'd already met me, Gaby, before I found you in the market place. Before you met that Weeping
Angel in the future.
GABY: That's true enough.
DOCTOR: But I haven't had that meeting yet. To ensure the Angels are locked in the here and now, I
need to close the loop.
JOEL: My head's starting to hurt.
DOCTOR: Your first meeting with me will be my last with you.
GABY: But we've saved Michelangelo. That future with the ceiling left half-finished, with the Angel
loose, it's gone, hasn't it?
DOCTOR: You're thinking of time as a strict progression of cause and effect, but actually, from a non-
linear, non-subjective viewpoint, it's more like a
GABY: Like a?
DOCTOR: I don't know. I'll think of a good end to that sentence one day.
JOEL: Right.
DOCTOR: It'll be a tricky flight-path, but I can meet you there. The time loop will be closed, and the
established time line will ping! back into place, and the terrible alternative without Michelangelo, poof,
gone.
GABY: Ping? Poof? This is physics?
DOCTOR: It's my physics.
JOEL: So we're stuck here?
DOCTOR: If you want Michelangelo to stay saved, and those Angels to stay trapped.
GABY: Oh, Joel.
JOEL: Come here. It's not quite the Wizard of Oz ending, is it. How about Florence?
GABY: What?
JOEL: To finish our honeymoon. Started in twenty first century Rome, we could finish in sixteenth
century Florence.
GABY: I guess not many people get a honeymoon that spans five hundred years.
JOEL: We could see Michelangelo's sculpture of David.
DOCTOR: Ah, now that is something special, so long as you're not too scared of statues.