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THE ROMANS
ALL ROADS LEAD TO ROME

Written by
DENNIS SPOONER


1: INT. VILLA AT ASSESSIUM. OUTSIDE THE DOCTORíS ROOM

(ASCARIS approaches a curtained doorway. The DOCTOR can be heard inside, strumming on the Lyre.)

DOCTOR: (OOV: Laughing.) Iím sure even Nero can play better than that!

(ASCARIS pulls out a sword, looks round and starts to pull aside the curtain...)


2: INT. VILLA AT ASSESSIUM. DOCTORíS ROOM

(The DOCTOR sits alone with his back to the doorway as ASCARIS enters.)

DOCTOR: The answer is of course, is not to be caught playing it!

(He laughs again, stands and turns as ASCARIS lunges at him. The DOCTOR parries the lunge with the Lyre.)

DOCTOR: Ohhh! So you want to fight do you?

(Laughing, he throws ASCARIS and the Lyre onto the bed. He then grabs a pot plant and smashes down on the assassinís head.)

DOCTOR: Come on, my friend. Eh, whatís the matter with you?

(The DOCTOR then throws the bedclothes over ASCARIS as he struggles to stand. Totally caught up in the blankets, the DOCTOR tosses him over the other side of the bed. ASCARIS gets to his feet, grabs his sword and again lunges at the DOCTOR who grabs an amphora of wine from a stand and throws the contents in the manís face. As ASCARIS falls back, the DOCTOR smashes the amphora over his head. The DOCTOR laughs as ASCARIS again lunges at him but easily avoids the sword thrust. He tries again but the DOCTOR grabs his arm and throws him over his shoulder as VICKI runs into the room.)

VICKI: Doctor, whatís happening?

(This time itís VICKI who grabs a bowl to bring it down on ASCARISíS head. The assassin however, has had enough and throws himself out of the window to avoid further damage to his cranium.)

DOCTOR: Young lady, why did you have to come in and interrupt? Just as Iíd got him all softened up and ready for the old one two!
VICKI: Youíre alright then?
DOCTOR: Alright? Of course, Iím alright, my child. You know, I am so constantly outwitting the opposition, I tend to forget the delights and satisfaction of the arts...the gentle art of fisticuffs!
VICKI: I realise youíre a man of many talents, Doctor, but I didnít know fighting was one of them.
DOCTOR: My dear, I am one of the best! Do you know it was I that used to teach the Mountain Mauler of Montana!
VICKI: The what?
DOCTOR: Do you remember, have you never heard?

(VICKI laughs.)

DOCTOR: No, of course, no, no, of course, you havenít, have you? No. Well, never mind, I think after all that wonderful exercise, I shall be able to get a very pleasant nights sleep. Right, off you go. Goodnight!
VICKI: (She stops laughing.) But Doctor, surely weíre not going to stay here?
DOCTOR: Why not? (She points to the window.) What him? Oh, my dear child, I donít think heíll come back again. Oh, no. I think I can promise you that. (He remakes his bed.)
VICKI: Oh, Doctor, I was coming to tell you another thing. You know the Centurion who brought us here?
DOCTOR: Hmm.
VICKI: He seems to have gone too.
DOCTOR: Well, Iím not surprised. It was he who obviously hired the man to kill me. Or rather to kill this fellow, Maximus, emm...what is it? Er..
VICKI: Pettulian.
DOCTOR: Er what?
VICKI: Pettulian.
DOCTOR: Yes, yes, of course, yes. I must remember that name. Yes, goodnight.
VICKI: But Doctor, if he wanted you dead, why didnít he take care of it himself?
DOCTOR: Because this way he couldnít be charged with crime.
VICKI: Yes, but if you were going to be killed anyway, I canít see that it...
DOCTOR: (Interrupts.) My dear, it was an accepter, accepted thing in this age to hire an assassin. Prefembly, preferably someone dumb, and then he couldnít denounce you.
VICKI: Ah, so he must have been looking in the bushes for the body when we first...
DOCTOR: (Interrupts.) Just as I suspected at the time. Now, goodnight!

(VICKI walks towards the door.)

DOCTOR: And remember, we make an early start tomorrow.

(She turns back.)

VICKI: You donít mean to say weíre going on?
DOCTOR: Oh, goodness me, goodness me child, how you do talk! Yes, we are.
VICKI: But they might try and kill you again.
DOCTOR: Well, of course he might. But who am I to worry about such little things like that? Mmm? Now then, thereís one thing youíve got to learn about me. When I say we go to Rome, then we go to Rome! Goodnight!

(He shows her out of the door with a smile.)


3: EXT. ROME

(ROMA: The warren of streets that make up the capital of the known world burn under the hot Italian sun.)


4: INT. ROME. CELLS

(SEVCHERIA puts his prisoners into rows of cages. BARBARA supports a coughing, sick WOMAN SLAVE.)

SEVCHERIA: (To some slaves as he locks them in a cage.) Wait here.

(SEVCHERIA leads BARBARA and the WOMAN SLAVE to another cage.)

BARBARA: (To the WOMAN SLAVE.) Look, thereís no more walking. You can rest now.
WOMAN SLAVE: Thank you, youíre kind. Youíre very ki.. (Coughs.) kind.

(SEVCHERIA thrusts the two of them into the cage. He grabs BARBARAíS wrist.)

SEVCHERIA: Iíll have to see about getting you some new clothes.
BARBARA: (Struggling.) You neednít bother!
SEVCHERIA: Ah, itís not for your sake. I want you looking special at the slave auction.

(He releases her and closes the cage. BARBARA bends down to help the coughing and retching WOMAN SLAVE.)

WOMAN SLAVE: Have we arrived? Is this Rome? (Coughs.)
BARBARA: Yes, this is Rome. How are you feeling? Are you more comfortable now?
WOMAN SLAVE: Much better. Itís just this cough. It was a long march. Thirty-four days it took us. Thirty-four days... (Coughs.)

(BARBARA stands and looks out of a barred window.)

WOMAN SLAVE: You said your friend would meet you here.
BARBARA: Did I?
WOMAN SLAVE: On the road. You told me all about him.
BARBARA: Yes, er, Ian.
WOMAN SLAVE: Strange name. Iíve never heard of it before. I hopes he finds you. (Coughs.)

(BARBARA smiles and nods, then she looks out of the window.)

BARBARA: ...If I ever see him again.


5: EXT. SEA

(A Roman galley travels through the water.)


6: INT. GALLEY

(Rows of Galley slaves pull on the oars to the accompaniment of the beat of a drum and the cries of a GALLEY MASTER. IAN is amongst the slaves.)

GALLEY MASTER: In out, in out, in out, in out, in out, in out, in out, in out, in rest.

(The slaves rest, exhausted. The GALLEY MASTER walks amongst them, a rope-end in his hand.)

GALLEY MASTER: Thatís right. Make the best of it. Thereís supposed to be bad weather coming up.

(He walks away. IAN speaks to the man he is chained next to - DELOS.)

IAN: Five days, Delos. Five whole days.
DELOS: Days, they soon melt into weeks, then months, then years.
IAN: (Horrified at this thought.) Gotta get away from here.
DELOS: Land, Ian.
IAN: What?
DELOS: Ian, itís land.

(They look out of the oar hole.)

DELOS: Itís a long way.
IAN: Iím not a great swimmer Delos, but, Iíll take any risks, believe me.
DELOS: If the plan works.
IAN: Ah, thereís only one way to find out, isnít there?

(He looks behind him at the GALLEY MASTER then nods at DELOS who cries out and slumps forward.)

IAN: Galley master! Galley master! Heís dead. Dead!
GALLEY MASTER: (Coming forward.) Move away, let me see.

(As he bends over DELOS, IAN makes a grab for his arm. The GALLEY MASTER pushes him back.)

GALLEY MASTER: Youíll have to do better than that.
DELOS: You alright, Ian?
GALLEY MASTER: Right! Prepare your oars. Ready? Row!

(The slaves start pulling on their oars.)

GALLEY MASTER: In out, in out, in out, in out, in out, in out,


7: INT. ROME. CELLS

(BARBARA is attempting to force a bowl of food on the still coughing WOMAN SLAVE.)

BARBARA: But you must try and eat something.
WOMAN SLAVE: Thereís not enough for two. Besides, I bainít hungry.
BARBARA: Come on, look, donít be silly.
WOMAN SLAVE: Thank Ďe.

(BARBARA looks round. A well dressed, bald headed MAN is outside the cage watching her intently. She deliberately looks away.)

MAN: Whatís your name young woman?

(She ignores him.)

MAN: Where do you come from? (Still no answer.) Young woman, I want to help you.

(BARBARA turns and looks at him when she hears this.)

MAN: Of course, you have to trust me.

(She gets up and walks over to the bars.)

BARBARA: Would I...would I get out of here?
MAN: Oh yes.
BARBARA: And be free to go where I choose.
MAN: No, Iím afraid not, you see, I should have to buy you. (BARBARA walks away in disgust.) Now please, let me explain.
BARBARA: Iím not interested.
MAN: But you will be when you hear my proposal.
BARBARA: Oh, go away! I donít have to listen to you.

(SEVCHERIA enters and walks up to the MAN.)

SEVCHERIA: Greetings, Tavius.
TAVIUS: That young woman, how much?
SEVCHERIA: Iím sorry Tavius, no private sales. Sheís to be sold by auction.
TAVIUS: Iíll give you a fair price.
SEVCHERIA: Oh, I believe you would. But the answerís still no.
TAVIUS: You think youíll get a higher figure than I can pay you?
SEVCHERIA: We shall see at the auction then, wonít we Tavius?

(He pats his back. TAVIUS walks away. SEVCHERIA unlocks the door and passes BARBARA a new dress.)

SEVCHERIA: Here.
BARBARA: Thereís only one. (She looks at the WOMAN SLAVE on the floor.) What about her?
SEVCHERIA: She wonít be wanting any new clothes.
BARBARA: Why not? Whereís she going?
SEVCHERIA: She wouldnít fetch any price at all at the auctions. Sheís to be taken to the circus...

(He steps outside the cage and relocks the door.)

SEVCHERIA: ...and thrown in the arena.

(BARBARA, with a look of horror on her face, turns and looks down at the pensive features of the doomed WOMAN SLAVE.)


8: EXT. SEA

(The Galley is caught up in a furious storm.)


9: INT. GALLEY

(The Galley slaves struggles to row against the storm. The GALLEY MASTER beats the drum.)

GALLEY MASTER: In, out. If anyone breaks time, theyíll be thrown overboard.
DELOS: (His initial shouts are lost over the noise of the storm.) ...much more of this, Ian!
GALLEY MASTER: In, out, row harder, row harder, do you hear! In, out!

(DELOS takes his hands off the oar.)

IAN: Keep rowing, Delos!
DELOS: I canít!
IAN: Put your hands over the oars, heíll kill you!
GALLEY MASTER: In, out, in, out, in, out!


10: EXT. SEA

(Lightning flashes and waves crash onto the nearby shore.)


11: INT. GALLEY

(The GALLEY MASTER, looking upwards out of the hold, is covered with a deluge of water.)

GALLEY MASTER: Keep rowing, keep rowing, do you hear! In, out, in, out, in, out!

(IAN and DELOS shout at each other over the noise of the storm. Another deluge of water douses the slaves. The Galley suddenly lurches to one side, throwing the GALLEY MASTER off his feet and in amongst the slaves. They immediately attack him. Suddenly a beam crashes down as the ship starts to fall to pieces.)


12: EXT. SEA

(Outside, the flashing lightening and crashing waves are as severe as ever.)


13: EXT. ROME. MARKET PLACE

(The DOCTOR and VICKI have arrived at Rome and explore the market. VICKI carries the Lyre.)

VICKI: Isnít it wonderful, Doctor! Can we explore?
DOCTOR: Oh, I donít see why not, my child. For a while, anyway. Then we must present our credentials so to speak, before night falls.
VICKI: Youíre not planning to visit Nero?
DOCTOR: Now now now now, donít tell me what Iím not going to do. Iíve been invited. I canít disappoint Nero.

(There is suddenly a roar from a group of men stood nearby.)

VICKI: Whatís going on over there, Doctor?

(On a raised platform, several frightened looking women are being thrown in front of the crowd. The slave auction is about to begin.)

VICKI: What is it?
DOCTOR: Oh, er, nothing to interest you, my dear. Weíre going to Rome, come along, donít let us delay.

(He leads her away. The second they have gone, BARBARA is the last to be thrust onto the platform, again to a roar of approval from the assembled crowd of men. SEVCHERIA follows her onto the stage and addresses his ďcustomersĒ.)

SEVCHERIA: I am delighted, Gentlemen, to see how much you have appreciated todayís merchandise.

(The crowd roar again.)

SEVCHERIA: Let us prove how much so when you begin the bids.

(Another roar.)

SEVCHERIA: Very well, Gentlemen. (He pulls BARBARA forward.) How many Sesterchia am I bid for this fine female example of the beautiful, hard working, Britannic race?
1ST MAN IN MARKET: Five Hundred!
SEVCHERIA: Come, come sir! We all enjoy a good joke, but today we are interested in serious offers only.

(A MAN grabs at BARBARAíS leg. She kicks him back. The crowd roar and laugh. BARBARA struggles in SEVCHERIAíS arms.)

SEVCHERIA: Take note gentlemen, of the fiery spirit. Think about your bids and double it.
2ND MAN IN MARKET: Two thousand Sesterchia!
SEVCHERIA: Yes?
1ST MAN IN MARKET: Two thousand, five hundred!
SEVCHERIA: Nearly a good offer gentleman, but come, you can do better than that!
TAVIUS: Ten thousand.

(To comments of ďWhat?Ē and ďWho said that?Ē, the crowd turns round and looks at TAVIUS who walks forward. SEVCHERIA bends down to speak to him.)

SEVCHERIA: Ten thousand?

(TAVIUS smiles. SEVCHERIA stands and turns to BARBARA.)

SEVCHERIA: You go to Tavius after all, my dear.

(BARBARA looks down grimly at the smiling TAVIUS.)


14: EXT. BEACH

(The storm has now finished and the sea is now calmer. IAN lies face down on a beach. He comes round and sees that he is still chained. He hears a noise, turns over and sees DELOS stood over him, a rock in his hand.)

IAN: Oh, Delos
DELOS: Now youíve come to, weíd better get these off. Iíve found a couple of rocks. Youíve er, youíve been unconscious a long time, Ian. I was beginning to worry.
IAN: What happened? I...I remember the storm.
DELOS: Oh, the ship was smashed to pieces and you were struck by some falling timber.
IAN: Oh, thatís what it was, eh?
DELOS: Do you remember when you grabbed the Galley Master?
IAN: Yes...yes, I remember that.
DELOS: Well, well, I got the key from him and I managed to free us. Except for our wrists. Afterwards I managed to get to here. The ship went down.
IAN: You saved my life, Delos.
DELOS: Yes, well, lets...lets get on with these, shall we?

(IAN places his chain on the ground for DELOS to hit.)

DELOS: Ready?
IAN: Ready?

(DELOS smashes the manacle on IANíS right hand as he grimaces. After a couple of knocks, DELOS manages to wrench the manacle off.)

DELOS: There we are.
IAN: Ah, thanks.
DELOS: Just one more. Iíve, er, Iíve managed to look around. We must be somewhere near Rome.
IAN: Yes, we canít be far away. The boat was heading south. Perhaps we were going there.
DELOS: Perhaps, You ready?
IAN: Yes.

(After three strikes, the second manacle is off. They stand.)

IAN: Oh!
DELOS: There we are. You, er...you feel alright? To travel I mean. We must get away from here.
IAN: Yes, yes I feel alright.
DELOS: Oh good. I...I think itís better if we stick together. Now if we head north we can...
IAN: (Interrupting.) Sorry, Delos. Iím going to Rome.
DELOS: Rome, but Ian, youíre mad!
IAN: You donít have to come. I have a friend who was taken there. I have to find her.
DELOS: Rome?


15: INT. NEROíS PALACE. CHAMBER

(TAVIUS has brought BARBARA to NEROíS palace and is telling her why he was so interested in buying her.)

TAVIUS: So you see, young woman, thatís the whole story. I saw you with that poor woman slave, and it was then that I realised by the way that you were looking after her, that...I should have to help you.
BARBARA: Why I only did what...most people would have done. (She sits.)
TAVIUS: Now, now. No, I think not. Most people under such circumstances would have looked after themselves. No, youíre kind and considerate. (He puts a hand on her.)
BARBARA: (Slightly repulsed.) Thank you.
TAVIUS: Unfortunately, Iím not able to give you your freedom. Youíll still be a slave, but at least, here in Neroís house, as a...a servant of Poppea, life will be more pleasant than it could have been.
BARBARA: (BARBARA smiles slightly.) Iím grateful for what youíve done. But I must tell you that I have no intention of staying here.
TAVIUS: Escape, you mean? Well, of course, I canít stop you but, er, I think you should consider it very carefully. If you should escape and youíre recaptured, it would mean your death.
BARBARA: (After a thoughtful pause.) Yes, I know.
TAVIUS: I only select and buy the slaves. Fortunately, Iím not answerable for them.

(A COURT MESSENGER enters the room.)

TAVIUS: Yes?
COURT MESSENGER: Maximus Pettulian from Corinth has arrived, sire, and with a small girl. He requests an audience with Caesar Nero.
TAVIUS: (Looks thoughtful at this news.) Pettulian? Very well, ask him to come in.
COURT MESSENGER: (Bows.) Sire.
TAVIUS: Er no, wait. On second thoughts, perhaps it would be better if I came out to see him.
COURT MESSENGER: (Bows again.) As you will.

(He leaves.)

TAVIUS: (To BARBARA.) Youíll excuse me.

(He holds up a necklace to the face of a very nervous BARBARA.)

TAVIUS: Iíll, er, instruct you in your duties later.

(He leaves. BARBARA examines the necklace.)


16: INT. NEROíS PALACE. RECEPTION CHAMBER

(The DOCTOR and VICKI wait in a hall of columns.)

DOCTOR: I shouldnít think thereís a soul in this place that knows me, my dear, so thereís no cause for you to worry.
VICKI: Iíll try not to, Doctor.

(TAVIUS enters quietly behind them.)

DOCTOR: Oh, it isnít a matter of trying my dear...

(TAVIUS hisses to get the DOCTORíS attention.)

DOCTOR: ...if I say, and donít make that funny noise.
VICKI: (Looking at TAVIUS over the DOCTORíS shoulder.) But...
DOCTOR: Hmm? What is it?
TAVIUS: Maximus Pettulian!
VICKI: (To the DOCTOR.) Thatís you!

(The DOCTOR turns and walks over to TAVIUS who looks around him furtively.)

DOCTOR: Oh, ha ha, yes yes yes.
TAVIUS: I am Tavius. There was trouble, but I settled it.

(TAVIUS checks round again to see if they are being overheard.)

DOCTOR: Whatís happened?
TAVIUS: Heís in the apoditarium.
DOCTOR: The apodi-what?
TAVIUS: The apoditarium.
DOCTOR: Oh really, well done, well done, yes!

(The DOCTOR looks round at VICKI in puzzlement. The COURT MESSENGER enters the room and bangs a staff on the floor.)

COURT MESSENGER: Caesar Nero, Emperor of all Rome!
VICKI: (Excited.) Nero! Iím going to see Nero!

(The DOCTOR shushes her. To a fanfare, and followed by a retinue, NERO enters the room. Ornately robed, corpulent, with a laurel wreath, he carries a joint of meat and belches out loud.)

DOCTOR: (To VICKI as he bows.) Royal felicitations!
VICKI: Oh, strentiatum!
NERO: Someone spoke. Did I give permission to speak Tavius, did I give permission?
DOCTOR: Caesar Nero, I...
NERO: Now heís at it! How am I supposed to compose with all this noise going on?
TAVIUS: (Introducing the DOCTOR.) Maximus Pettulian.
NERO: Maximu...bu...heís Maximus Pettulian?
TAVIUS: Yes...
NERO: The Lyre player from Corinth?
DOCTOR: (Bows.) In person.
NERO: Play.
DOCTOR: Hmm?
NERO: (With menace.) Play.

(The DOCTOR laughs nervously. VICKI looks scared. The DOCTOR takes the Lyre off her.)

DOCTOR: With such a great...musician as yourself present, I would take the inspiration from your example sire.

(Flattered, NERO takes the Lyre off the DOCTOR and snaps his fingers.)

NERO: Oh...a stool.

(The COURT MESSENGER places a stool next to the Emperor. He places one foot on it and strums three notes. He looks at the DOCTORíS Lyre in disgust.)

NERO: Oh, this is an inferior instrument, I cannot. (He thrusts the DOCTORíS Lyre back to him.) Bring the imperial Lyre.
DOCTOR: Beautiful, beautiful! Did you not hear that, my child? That instant composition?
VICKI: Oh, yes, erm...Maximus. Could you play it?
DOCTOR: Me? Well, er, Iíll try, that is, er, with Caesarís permission.

(NERO waves his approval. The DOCTOR strums the same three notes.)

DOCTOR: That is the best I can do, Iím afraid.
VICKI: Oh, no, it wasnít as good.
NERO: Oh, of course it wasnít.

(NERO plays a short tune on the imperial Lyre, smiles and passes it to the DOCTOR.)

NERO: Try this one.
DOCTOR: (Taking it from him.) That your excellency would be an impossibisil, impossibility. After such exquisite playing...I cannot presume...it would be...out of the question. May I suggest that this instrument goes to your temple?

(NERO claps his hands in delight and points a slave to the Lyre.)

DOCTOR: (Passing the Lyre over.) To the temple.
NERO: And the imperial footstool. Have your, er, eaten, Maximus?

(He puts the leg of meat in the DOCTORíS hand.)

DOCTOR: (Unsure what to say at this gift.) Er..
NERO: Tigilinus.

(TIGILINUS, a nervous slave, steps forward. NERO wipes his hands on TIGILINUSíS toga.)

NERO: We will talk and play together later, Maximus. When you have eaten...and practiced.

(NERO and his retinue walk out of the room as the DOCTOR bows.)

DOCTOR: (To VICKI.) Well, I must say, I got out of that one rather well, hmm?
VICKI: Well, what happens when he asks you to play next time?
DOCTOR: Yes. (Suddenly realises what she has said and looks worried.) Hmm?


17: EXT. ROME. STREET (NIGHT)

(A very bedraggled IAN and DELOS have arrived in Rome. They keep to the shadows.)

DELOS: Well, here were are Ian, Rome. Now what?
IAN: To tell you the truth, Delos, I hadnít really thought.
DELOS: Well, I suggest you start. We donít exactly look like respectable citizens of the capital.
IAN: No. Well, first of all lets...er...find somewhere to clean up, eh, and I suppose Barbara must have been sold. Weíll make a start there.
DELOS: Itíll be hopeless. I must, there must...
IAN: You donít have to come, Delos.
DELOS: I know, I know, but, well lucks been with us so far. Whoís to say it wonít hold?
IAN: Good man, come on!

(They run straight into two soldiers who hold swords at their throats.)


18: INT. NEROíS PALACE. APODITARIUM

(The DOCTOR and VICKI have found the room that TAVIUS spoke of. Its walls are curtained.)

VICKI: Well, this seems to be the...apoditarium. I wonder what Tavius meant?
DOCTOR: Oh, how should I know, my child? I canít for the life of me understand why I agreed to come here.
VICKI: ĎCos youíre as curious as I am.
DOCTOR: Me, curious? Huh! Nonsense. Someone made a mistake. He thought he was talking...with somebody else, I shouldnít wonder.
VICKI: Well, we might as well have a look round now weíre here.
DOCTOR: What?
VICKI: Or would you rather we forgot?
DOCTOR: No, no, no, no. We may as well look around as you say. Hmm!

(The DOCTOR pulls one of the curtains aside. A dead body lies within.)

DOCTOR: Strange, very strange!

(VICKI runs over and joins him.)

VICKI: Oh, Doctor, thatís the Centurion who found us and brought us to the house.
DOCTOR: Iím quite aware of that, my child, but what does it all mean? What does it all mean? Hmm?


19: INT. ROME. CELLS

(IAN and DELOS are thrown into a cage. SEVCHERIA looks through the bars at them.)

SEVCHERIA: I donít know what all the fuss is about. Your lucky the soldiers brought you to me.
IAN: Lucky? Thatís hardly the word Iíd use.
SEVCHERIA: Well, you know as well as I do, escaped slaves are put to death automatically. This way at least youíll have a chance of fighting for your freedom.
IAN: A chance? How?
SEVCHERIA: By putting on a good show in the arena. And hoping Neroís in a benevolent mood.

(He and the soldiers walk away. IAN turns to DELOS.)

IAN: The arena?
DELOS: Well, it sounds as if weíre going to be trained as gladiators?
IAN: Yes, but to fight what?

(They hear a roaring sound from outside the barred window.)

IAN: Listen!

(IAN rushes to the window. The WOMAN SLAVE who BARBARA helped earlier watches them from the cage next to theirs. Outside the window, IAN sees several cages containing pacing, ravenous Lions. IAN looks at DELOS and walks away from the window with a grim look on his face.)


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CONSPIRACY


Dr. Who
WILLIAM HARTNELL

Ian Chesterton
WILLIAM RUSSELL

Barbara Wright
JACQUELINE HILL

Vicki
MAUREEN OíBRIEN

Sevcheria
DEREK SYDNEY

Ascaris
BARRY JACKSON

Delos
PETER DIAMOND

Tavius
MICHAEL PEAKE

Woman Slave
DOROTHY-ROSE GRIBBLE

Galley Master
GERTAN KLAUBER

1st Man in Market
ERNEST JENNINGS

2nd Man in Market
JOHN CAESAR

Court Messenger
TONY LAMBDEN

Nero
DEREK FRANCIS

Tigilinus
BRIAN PROUDFOOT

Title music by
RON GRAINER
with the
BBC Radiophonic Workshop

Incidental Music composed
and conducted by
RAYMOND JONES

Fight Arranger
PETER DIAMOND

Designer
RAYMOND P. CUSICK

Associate Producer
MERVYN PINFIELD

Producer
VERITY LAMBERT

Directed by
CHRISTOPHER BARRY

(c) BBC TV

Transcribed By
JOHN TOMLINSON

 

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