Watching doctor who

Chapter 18 the unicorn and the wasp

We decided to watch one more before breaking for dinner the title came up the unicorn and the wasp I could see everyone was confused I shared a look with Donna and we both started laughing so it's you two rose said smiling yeah I said as the video played

[Grounds]
(The Tardis materialises just inside the grounds of a grand old manor house.)
DOCTOR: Oh, smell that air. Grass and lemonade. And a little bit of mint. A hint of mint. Must be the nineteen twenties.
DONNA: You can tell what year it is just by smelling?
DOCTOR: Oh, yeah.
DONNA: Or maybe that big vintage car coming up the drive gave it away.
Hah she's got you there Amy said laughing with river
(An open topped tourer turns on the gravel in front of the house and sounds its horn. Two servants come out, the butler and a footman. The butler is not called Jeeves. This is not Wodehouse-land.)
GREEVES: The Professor's baggage, Richard. Step lively.
(The older driver gets out and removes his goggles.)
GREEVES: Good afternoon, Professor Peach.
PEACH: Hello, Greeves, old man.
(The young vicar rides up on his bicycle.)
PEACH: Ah, Reverend.
GOLIGHTLY: Professor Peach. Beautiful day. The Lord's in his heaven, all's right with the world.
GREEVES: Reverend Golightly. Lady Eddison requests you make yourselves comfortable in your rooms. Cocktails will be served on the lawn from half past four.
PEACH: You go on up. I need check something in the library.
GOLIGHTLY: Oh?
PEACH: Alone.
GOLIGHTLY: It's supposed to be a party. All this work will be the death of you.
(The Doctor and Donna are eavesdropping in the shrubbery.)
You two are going to get caught Ryan said making yaz punch him
DONNA: Never mind Planet Zog. A party in the nineteen twenties, that's more like it.
DOCTOR: The trouble is, we haven't been invited. Oh, I forgot. Yes, we have.
See river psychic paper works all the time I said smirking at her

[Library]

(The Professor is examining some papers.)
PEACH: I was right. Kept secret all these years. It's unbelievable. But why didn't they ask? Heavens!
(The bits in italics are book titles. All will become clear soon. The Professor has been startled by a noise. Someone has entered the room. He hides the papers behind his back.)
PEACH: Oh, it's you. I was just doing a little research. I say, what are you doing with that lead piping?
(There is a buzzing sound, and we see the Professor through multifaceted eyes.)
PEACH: But that's impossible. Oh, no!
(We are shown a wasp as the deed is done in the library with the lead piping. Very Cluedo.)
Ooh it's like a murder mystery bill said smiling
[Grounds]

(The Doctor knocks on the Tardis door.)
DOCTOR: We'll be late for cocktails.
(Donna has changed into a beaded dress suitable for the period. The Doctor is already The Man in the Brown Suit.
DONNA: What do you think? Flapper or slapper?
DOCTOR: Flapper. You look lovely.
Thank the lord you said flapper river said in my ear making me pout
[Lawns]

(The young footman starts a record playing while the Indian housekeeper gives orders.)
CHANDRAKALA: Look sharp. We have guests.
DOCTOR: Good afternoon.
DAVENPORT: Drinks, sir? Ma'am?
DONNA: Sidecar, please.
DOCTOR: And a lime and soda, thank you.
GREEVES: May I announce Lady Clemency Eddison.
(Lady Eddison is a petite older woman.)
DOCTOR: Lady Eddison.
CLEMENCY: Forgive me, but who exactly might you be, and what are you doing here?
DOCTOR: I'm the Doctor. And this is Miss Donna Noble, of the Chiswick Nobles.
(Donna puts on a posh accent and drops a curtsey.)
DONNA: Good afternoon, my lady. Topping day, what? Spiffing. Top hole.
Hah oh god that's like the time I tried a Scottish accent rose said making me snort
DOCTOR: No, no, no, no, no. No, don't do that. Don't.
(The Doctor shows the psychic paper to Lady Eddison.)
DOCTOR: We were thrilled to receive your invitation, my lady. We met at the Ambassador's reception.
CLEMENCY: Doctor, how could I forget you? But one must be sure with the Unicorn on the loose.
DOCTOR: A unicorn? Brilliant. Where?
CLEMENCY: The Unicorn. The jewel thief? Nobody knows who he is. He's just struck again. Snatched Lady Babbington's pearls right from under her nose.
DONNA: Funny place to wear pearls.
GREEVES: May I announce Colonel Hugh Curbishley, the Honourable Roger Curbishley.
(Roger is pushing his father's wheelchair.)
CLEMENCY: My husband, and my son.
CURBISHLEY: Forgive me for not rising. Never been the same ever since that flu epidemic back in eighteen.
ROGER: My word, you are a super lady.
DONNA: Oh, I like the cut of your jib. Chin, chin.
DOCTOR: Hello. I'm the Doctor.
ROGER: How do you do?
DOCTOR: Very well.
DAVENPORT: Your usual, sir?
ROGER: Ah. Thank you, Davenport. Just how I like it.
DONNA: How come she's an Eddison, but her husband and son are Curbishleys?
DOCTOR: The Eddison title descends through her. One day Roger will be a lord.
GREEVES: Robina Redmond.
(A fashionable young woman.)
CLEMENCY: She's the absolute hit of the social scene. A must. Miss Redmond.
ROBINA: Spiffing to meet you at last, my lady. What super fun.
GREEVES: Reverend Arnold Golightly.
CLEMENCY: Ah, Reverend. How are you? I heard about the church last Thursday night. Those ruffians breaking in.
CURBISHLEY: You apprehended them, I hear.
GOLIGHTLY: As the Christian Fathers taught me, we must forgive them their trespasses. Quite literally.
ROGER: Some of these young boys deserve a descent thrashing.
DAVENPORT: Couldn't agree more, sir.
DONNA: Typical. All the decent men are on the other bus.
DOCTOR: Or Time Lords.
ROGER: Now, my lady. What about this special guest you promised us?
CLEMENCY: Here she is. A lady who needs no introduction.
(A thirty-something woman is embarrassed by the applause.)
AGATHA: No, no, please, don't. Thank you, Lady Eddison. Honestly, there's no need.
AGATHA: Agatha Christie.
DONNA: What about her?
Did you not realise who you were talking to Martha said facing Donna making me laugh shut it spaceman Donna yelled
AGATHA: That's me.
DONNA: No. You're kidding.
DOCTOR: Agatha Christie. I was just talking about you the other day. I said, I bet she's brilliant. I'm the Doctor. This is Donna. Oh, I love your stuff. What a mind. You fool me every time. Well, almost every time. Well, once or twice. Well, once. But it was a good once.
AGATHA: You make a rather unusual couple.
DOCTOR: Oh, no, no, no, no. We're not married.
DONNA: We're not a couple.
Quick better get that in Donna said glaring at me oi I said I wanted a mate not to mate i said making river laugh loudly
AGATHA: Well, obviously not. No wedding ring.
DOCTOR: Oh. Oh, you don't miss a trick.
AGATHA: I'd stay that way if I were you. The thrill is in the chase, never in the capture.
CLEMENCY: Mrs Christie, I'm so glad you could come. I'm one of your greatest followers. I've read all six of your books. Er, is, er, Mister Christie not joining us?
AGATHA: Is he needed? Can't a woman make her own way in the world?
CURBISHLEY: Don't give my wife ideas.
ROGER: Now Mrs Christie, I have a question. Why a Belgian detective?
(The Doctor borrows the Colonel's newspaper.)
DOCTOR: Excuse me, Colonel.
AGATHA: Belgians make such lovely buns.
ROGER: I say, where on Earth's Professor Peach? He'd love to meet Mrs Christie.
GOLIGHTLY: Said he was going to the library.
CLEMENCY: Miss Chandrakala, would you go and collect the Professor?
CHANDRAKALA: At once, Milady.
DOCTOR: The date on this newspaper.
DONNA: What about it?
DOCTOR: It's the day Agatha Christie disappeared.
Just your luck Rory said making me nod
[Outside the library]