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DOCTOR WHO THE ARK IN SPACE BY ROBERT HOLMES PART ONE Original Air Date: 15 February, 1975 5:30pm - 5:55pm SARAH: Run, Doctor! Run! NOAH: Stay, Vira, stay... Abandon the Ark, Vira! Take the transport ship. Leave now. If you stay, you are doomed. VIRA: That would be desertion! NOAH: Then, you must die - all of you! When the Wirrn emerge, you will be hunted down and destroyed, as you destroyed us! SARAH: (To NOAH.)We've never destroyed... (To the DOCTOR.) What does he mean? NOAH: Long ago... Long ago, humans came to the old lands. For a thousand years, the Wirrn fought them, but you humans destroyed the breeding colonies. The Wirrn were driven from Andromeda. VIRA: Andromeda? So our star pioneers succeeded? NOAH: Since then, we have drifted through space, searching for a new habitat. The Ark is ours! It must be ours! DOCTOR: But the Wirrn live in space. You don't need the Ark! NOAH (OOV.): You know nothing! NOAH: We live in space, but our breeding colonies are terrestrial. DOCTOR: But you could leave the Ark and go on. There's plenty of room in the Galaxy for us all. NOAH: In the old lands, senseless herbivores, cattle, were the hosts for our hatchlings. Now we shall use the humans in the Cryogenic Chamber. We shall be informed with all human knowledge. In one generation, the Wirrn will become an advanced, technological species. We shall have power! VIRA: That proposition is genetically impossible! NOAH: I already have all Dune's knowledge! High-energy physics, quantum mechanics... Every ramate in the next hatching of Wirrn will possess the sum of your race's learning. NOAH (OOV.): That is why you must die! DOCTOR: Time to leave. NOAH: Leave the Ark, Vira, or die with the rest of your race! HARRY: Something must've happened to them. ROGIN: If we go out there, it might happen to us! HARRY: I think we ought to investigate. ROGIN: There are no lights in the rest of the Ark area. After what happened to Lycett I want to see where I'm putting my feet! HARRY: Well, you should worry! HARRY (OOV.): Doctor! HARRY: It's taken you long enough to get here! I was worried stiff! DOCTOR: We bumped into Noah. ROGIN: Again? DOCTOR: Yes. Quite chatty this time. Garrulous, even. VIRA: You've got the power on. ROGIN: No, Commander, I'm using photon energy. Just enough to run the lights. HARRY: (To the DOCTOR.) Well, what did Noah say? SARAH: Vamoose or stick around and get klled. HARRY: I'm ready to go! Doctor? DOCTOR: Anyone for a jelly baby? HARRY: Why don't we all just pile into the TARDIS? DOCTOR (OOV.): No? VIRA: TARDIS? HARRY: Yes, a sort of spaceship thing in there. There’s plenty of room for all of us. DOCTOR: Vira has no intention of leaving the Ark, have you? VIRA: I can't. DOCTOR: Of course you can’t. So neither can we. SARAH: Oh, well... that settles us. DOCTOR: Besides, we can't let the Wirrn eat through the cryogenic sleepers as though they were a lot of... HARRY: Jelly babies? DOCTOR: Exactly! Let them be turned into surrogate humans? It's the most immoral suggestion! ROGIN: How can we stop them? DOCTOR: High-voltage power. If we can somehow send enough electrical power through the bulkheads of the Cryogenic Chamber... SARAH: Like an electric fence? DOCTOR: Yes! The Wirrn would never dare to cross it. The only problem is we don't have electrical power and they control its sources - the solar stacks. HARRY: We can forget that idea, then, can't we? SARAH: Doctor... DOCTOR: (Not listening.) Unless we can lure them out of the infrastructure... SARAH (OOV.): No, wait a minute! VIRA: How can we do that? DOCTOR: Bait! Human bait! One of us could distract them for a few moments, I might be able to get down there and turn the power on! SARAH: Doctor, will you listen... DOCTOR: Sarah, we're trying to make a plan! VIRA: It won’t work, Doctor, if they have Dune's knowledge, they'd simply turn it off again ! DOCTOR: Not if we electrify the switch itself. ROGIN: That would take a long time. Those switch boxes are non-conductive. DOCTOR: Well, we can't do without oxygen indefinitely! (To SARAH.) What was that you were trying to say, Sarah? SARAH: I was just wondering about the transport ship that Noah mentioned. DOCTOR: What about it? SARAH: Surely it has its own power system, doesn’t it? ROGIN: Four granavox turbines! That ship can generate twice the power of the Ark! DOCTOR (OOV.): How can we reach it? VIRA (OOV.): Here's the connecting ramp. It's less than a hundred meters from this control room. ROGIN: The only trouble is how do we run a cable from the ship to the Cryogenic Chamber? If it's in the open, they'll cut it. DOCTOR (OOV.): Aren't there conduits? ROGIN: Yes, but they're only about this wide. (He shows an estimation with his hands.) We'd need a mechanical cable runner. SARAH: Why can't I take that cable through? (They all turn to face her.) Well, I'm about that wide! HARRY: It's hardly a job for you, Sarah! ROGIN (OOV.): I reckon she might just squeeze through, Doctor. DOCTOR: Good girl, Sarah! Come on. We’d better hurry. The Wirrn are going to start moving any moment. You four go to the transport ship and I'll start wiring up the Cryogenic Chamber! ROGIN: This is the transport ship. And here's the conduit. We'll connect one end up here. You have to drag the other end through. Do you think you can manage it? SARAH: I'll have to! VIRA: Good luck. HARRY: It seems very narrow, Sarah! (To VIRA.) Does that lead straight to the Cryogenic Chamber? VIRA: No, there are many junctions. HARRY: How is she going to find her way in the dark? VIRA: We'll give her a two-way radio from the ship. We have a plan of the conduits. We can guide you. ROGIN (OOV.): All right, Commander! ROGIN: Beautiful! We could head straight home to Earth now! Nothing could stop us! VIRA: You've completed all checks? ROGIN: Yes...Commander. VIRA: Right, waste no more time. Give the girl the radio. HARRY: How are you doing, old girl? SARAH (OOV.): How do you think I'm doing? Twit! HARRY: I'm sorry! I thought you were stuck! SARAH (OOV. On the radio.): Hello, Rogin? Hello? I've reached another junction, a sort of Y-fork. ROGIN: That's good. You're more than halfway there. Now, take the right conduit. Do you understand? SARAH (OOV.): Got you. ROGIN: Yes. Sarah? SARAH (OOV.): Yes? ROGIN: The section you're in now runs right through the infrastructure. Move as quietly as you can. SARAH: (Whispering.) Understood. SARAH: Oh...! ROGIN (OOV.): Now, it's the second opening you come to on your left. You understand? SARAH (OOV. On the radio.): Yes. Rogin... is it much further? ROGIN: No, about another fifteen meters. You're almost there! SARAH (OOV.): Oh, I hope so! Don't think I can go on much longer... VIRA: Yes, you can! HARRY: Come along, Sarah! Stick at it! SARAH: That's the trouble! I keep getting stuck! HARRY (OOV. On the radio.): Marvelous thing about old Sarah. Terrific sense of humor. DOCTOR: Come on, Sarah! Hurry! SARAH (OOV.): Doctor! Where are you? DOCTOR: Straight ahead! Look - I'll shine a light. Can you see? SARAH (OOV.): Yes! Doctor, I can't move! DOCTOR: 'Course you can! You've got this far. SARAH (OOV.): No, I'm stuck! DOCTOR: Don't panic, Sarah, don't panic. Ease round and try again. SARAH: I'm jammed! I can't move at all...! DOCTOR (OOV.): Stop whining, girl! You're useless! SARAH: Oh, Doctor! DOCTOR: ''Oh, Doctor!'' Is that all you can say for yourself? Stupid, foolish girl! We should never have relied on you! I knew you'd let us down! DOCTOR (OOV.): That's the trouble with girls like you! You think you're tough, but when you're really up against it, you've no guts at all! DOCTOR: Hundreds of lives at stake and you lie there, blubbing! SARAH (OOV.): You...wait...till I get out! I can manage! I don't need your help, thank you! DOCTOR: Yes, you do. Yes, you do! SARAH: Ow! Ow! Go away! DOCTOR: You've done marvelously, Sarah! I'm very proud of you, I really am, I’m very proud of you! SARAH: What...? Conned again! You're a brute! DOCTOR: Me, a brute? Don't be ungrateful! I was only encouraging you! Come on! SARAH: Hello, Rogin? SARAH (OOV. On the radio.): The Doctor's connecting the cable. ROGIN: Beautiful. Let me know when to switch the power through. DOCTOR: Close the door to the access chamber, Sarah. SARAH: Argh! DOCTOR: (To ROGIN.) Are you ready? ROGIN (OOV. On the radio.): Yes! DOCTOR: Switch on now! ROGIN (OOV.): Right! DOCTOR: Not bad for a lash-up! SARAH: Has it gone, do you think? DOCTOR: Reporting to the others. They'll know where we are now. VIRA (OOV. On the radio.): Hello, Doctor? Are you all right down there? DOCTOR: For the moment. VIRA: You lack confidence? DOCTOR (OOV. On the radio.): The Wirnn don't give up that easily. They need the Ark. How is it at your end? VIRA: There's been no sign of them in this part of the Ark. SARAH: (Whispering.) Doctor... DOCTOR: (In the radio.) I think we've got some more visitors. Don't let the power drop! DOCTOR: Gone away. SARAH: I think so. I can't hear anything now. DOCTOR: Either discretion is the better part of valor or... SARAH: Or what? DOCTOR: Or they're planning something. SARAH: Yes, but we're safe here, aren't we? DOCTOR: Unless they chew through the floor. I've left a free-running cable just in case. The insulation should stand up to it. SARAH: Argh!! DOCTOR: Cheer up! We're still on our feet! SARAH: Those things are so venomous! They'll never give up! DOCTOR: No... And neither shall we, Sarah! What we're protecting here is too precious. SARAH: Why have they turned the power back on? DOCTOR: We'll find out soon enough. NOAH (OOV. On the intercom.): Vira? Can you hear me? DOCTOR: She can hear you. What do you want, Noah? NOAH (OOV.): Your resistance is useless. We control the Ark! DOCTOR: And we control the Cryogenic Chamber! I repeat - what do you want? NOAH: We offer you safe passage from the Ark. Surrender now and your lives will be spared. DOCTOR (OOV. On the intercom.): Not a chance! NOAH: What does Vira say? DOCTOR (OOV. On the intercom.): She agrees with me, don't you, Vira? NOAH (OOV. On the intercom.): Let Vira speak! She is the commander! DOCTOR (OOV. On the intercom.): She's busy - resuscitating more humans. NOAH (OOV. On the intercom.): You lie! DOCTOR: Listen, Noah! Now, hear me. You're beaten! The Ark is of no value to you without its humans, so why don’t you just leave us in peace? NOAH: Humans require two mass pounds of oxygen a day to stay alive, Doctor. We Wirrn can live for years without fresh oxygen. If you refuse to surrender, we shall shut down the oxygen pumps. DOCTOR: And if we surrender? NOAH (OOV. On the intercom.): I have said - you will be allowed to leave the Ark. DOCTOR: The Wirrn hate all humans. Once we step outside the Chamber, we'd be attcked. NOAH: I am the swarm leader. I guarantee your safety. The Wirrn will spare your lives... but leave the sleepers for us! DOCTOR: Noah, listen to me! If there's any part of you that's still human, if you've any memory of the man you once were, leave the Ark! Lead the swarm into space. DOCTOR (OOV. On the intercom.): That's where the Wirrn belong, Noah. Not on Earth, not where YOU were born. Remember the wind and the sun, the fields, the blue sky... That's Earth, Noah. It's for the human race. Don't abandon it. NOAH: I have... no memory... of the Earth. HARRY: I say, Rogin, I don't want to be an alarmist, but I think I saw something moving! ROGIN: You're right! They're coming up the funnel. (To VIRA.) Commander. VIRA: Start Starboard 4. ROGIN: Starboard 4. Running. VIRA: Negative thrust out. ROGIN: Neg thrust... out. VIRA: Full boost. ROGIN: Full boost. And...check. VIRA: Close boost. ROGIN: Close boost. VIRA: Close Starboard 4. ROGIN: And close Starboard 4. HARRY (OOV.): I bet that singed their whiskers! ROGIN (OOV.): They won't try that again. VIRA: I wonder if Noah... ROGIN: Noah? VIRA: Not important. DOCTOR (OOV. On the intercom.): Are you all right over there? HARRY: Ahoy there, Doctor! Yes, we're fine, thanks. DOCTOR (OOV.): We heard a rocket engine. HARRY: Just a warning blast. How are things with you? DOCTOR: All right at the moment. HARRY (OOV. On the intercom.): Good. DOCTOR: Keep in touch. SARAH: I don't know if it's my imagination, but it seems to be getting stuffy in here. DOCTOR: It's your imagination. SARAH: You'd say that anyway! VIRA: They're coming in through the reversion vents! ROGIN (OOV.): Look at them! There's a whole army of them out there! VIRA: Doctor, the Wirrn have space-walked round the Ark and have broken into our cargo hold. DOCTOR: How many of them are there, Vira? VIRA (OOV. On the intercom.): We cannot say. But it looks like the entire swarm's attacking. DOCTOR (OOV.): How long will it take them to reach your control deck? VIRA (OOV. On the intercom.): A few minutes only. The interior bulkheads have a low stress factor. DOCTOR: Tell Rogin to cut the power! We're coming out! ROGIN: Power off, Doctor. DOCTOR (OOV. On the intercom.): Good. Set the controls on atmatic take-off and evacuate the ship! Hurry! VIRA: We'll do as you say, Doctor! DOCTOR: Come on, Sarah, come on! Run! Run! HARRY: It's crawling with the brutes! DOCTOR: Are you coming or staying? DOCTOR: Into the Ark as fast as you can! You too, Sarah! Harry, you go with the girls! DOCTOR: Rogin... help me with the synestic locks... ROGIN: I thought that was your idea! HARRY: What are you going to do, Doctor? DOCTOR: Just look after Sarah, Harry! DOCTOR: Leave this to me. ROGIN: You know what'll happen when you cut that lock? DOCTOR: There's no point in us both being klled by the blast! Get in the Ark, man! ROGIN: Don't want trouble with the space technicians' union! DOCTOR: What? ROGIN: That's my job! VIRA: They must have both died instantly. HARRY: Come on, Sarah! He'd have wanted you to be brave. VIRA: Doctor! Where's Rogin? DOCTOR: Rogin's dad. I woke up in a protection hatch. SARAH: Oh, Doctor! You're safe! DOCTOR: Yes. We're all safe now, Sarah, thanks to Rogin's bravery... and perhaps something else. VIRA: Something else? DOCTOR: Yes, some vestige of human spirit. Was Noah on our side and one step ahead of us at the end? VIRA: You mean by leading the swarm into the shuttle? HARRY: Look! VIRA: Space Station Nerva. NOAH (OOV. On the intercom.): Goodbye, Vira! SARAH: The shuttle's blown up! VIRA: He must've known that that would happen! Noah deliberately neglected to set the rocket s*ab. DOCTOR: More than a vestige of human spirit. It can all begin now, Vira. Mankind is safe. VIRA: I must get my people back to Earth! Now that I have lost the transport ship, I should have to rely on the matter transmitter. DOCTOR: Yes. VIRA: It will be a long operation. It can only convey three people at a time. DOCTOR: Yes...it could if it was functioning properly. The signal's faulty. Probably the diode receptors. I'll just beam down and check them. SARAH: To Earth? DOCTOR: Yes, that's where the trouble is. Fetch me a coat from the TARDIS, will you? You never know what the solar flares have done to the weather. VIRA: It isn't anything serious? DOCTOR: What? Probably no more than a spot of corrosion. Whatever it is, it shouldn't take long to fix. And it'll give me a chance to see if the planet is fully viable again. What's keeping them? Sarah? SARAH (OOV.): Coming! SARAH: Here's your coat. DOCTOR: I don't remember inviting you two! SARAH: Er...no, you didn't. But here we are. HARRY: Well, the Brigadier did tell me to stick with you, Doctor, and orders is orders! DOCTOR: I hope you don't mind being left. VIRA: Well, I won't be alone for long. Life is returning to the Ark and soon to the world. DOCTOR: Have a jelly baby, Vira! VIRA: Oh...thank you. Thank you.	{"type": "series", "show": "Doctor Who", "episode": "12x08 - The Ark in Space - part 4"}	foreverdreaming
DOCTOR WHO The Sontaran Experiment PART 1 Written by BOB BAKER and DAVE MARTIN Original Air Date: 22 February, 1975 5:30pm - 5:55pm 1: EXT. EARTH- EMPTY FIELD (MATTERBEAM GLOBE AREA) HARRY: Ah! Doctor! DOCTOR: Are you staying, coming, or going? Or going or staying or coming? HARRY: I feel a bit like a Morse message. Slightly scrambled. DOCTOR: Yes, well, now, let's get on with it. DOCTOR: These must be the refractors. Now then... HARRY: Oh, Doctor... DOCTOR: Mmm... yes? HARRY: I can see you're busy but, er... what about Sarah? DOCTOR: Oh, yes. Sarah... SARAH: Help! DOCTOR: Oh, dear. That sounds like Sarah. SARAH: Help me! Ouch! DOCTOR: Mm... it's not only oscillating, it's ellipsing as well... you'd better give her a hand, old chap. Harry... HARRY: Right-oh. DOCTOR: Yes, I see the problem. Focus has gone a bit funny... HARRY: Okay, old thing? SARAH: Harry, I am not a thing. HARRY: Doctor says it's the refractors. SARAH: Is it? Ouch... HARRY: I say, not hurt are you? SARAH: Only in the... in my... ouch... dignity. DOCTOR: Ah, Sarah! You're looking well. DOCTOR: Look, ahem... this is going to take some time to do the whole lot. DOCTOR: So why don't you make the most of it? SARAH: Make the most of what? DOCTOR: I mean, it's a glorious day. Beautiful unspoilt countryside... no one has set foot here for thousands of years! SARAH: What you're trying to say is that you're busy and you'd like us to push off. DOCTOR: Pithily put. I would phrase it more elegantly myself of course, but yes. HARRY: Might as well have a recce while we're here. Coming old... coming, Sarah? DOCTOR: Enjoy yourselves! DOCTOR: Trafalgar Square should be that way! SARAH: Trafalgar Square? DOCTOR: If this is Piccadilly... SARAH: You're joking, aren't you? DOCTOR: Mind the traffic! 2: EXT. ANOTHER AREA OF THE FIELD 3: EXT. THIRD AREA OF HEATH SARAH: Trafalgar Square, my foot. Not a pigeon in sight! HARRY: Don't suppose many of our feathered friends survived. There's not much in the way of life, is there? SARAH: It's rather creepy. Doesn't seem like Earth at all. HARRY: Oh, I don't know... it's nice and tidy, anyway. No lolly sticks. SARAH: It's not what I expected. HARRY: Well, it'll all change when they get down from Nerva. The animal and botanic section is packed with stuff. SARAH: What was that? HARRY: What? SARAH: Shh! Listen! HARRY: I can't hear anything! SARAH: Over there! HARRY: Come on, Sarah. You're imagining things. HARRY: Sarah, there has been no life on Earth - not of any size... for ten thousand years! SARAH: We don't know that, do we? There could be anything here! HARRY: Such as what? SARAH: Mutations.. creatures... I don't know... HARRY: Oh, come on! 4: EXT. GLOBE AREA ERAK: Keep him covered, Zake. I'll get the others. 5: EXT. MARSH AREA HARRY: Hey, Sarah. Come and have a look at this... SARAH: Harry! Are you alright? Harry! 6: EXT. CAMP SITE ERAK: Krans! Krans! I've seen a guy... some stranger! KRANS: What? ERAK: Zake's watching him! He's down by that circle. I thought maybe Vural ought to know... KRANS: No, no, no. He's out looking for grub. Down by the circle, hey? ERAK: Yeah. Could be something to do with this mess, hey? KRANS: We'll soon find out! 7: EXT. BOTTOM OF THE PIT HARRY: No bones broken, I don't think. HARRY: All the same, I'm, stuck, aren't I? SARAH: Harry... Harry, there's something wrong here! The edge of this hole has been covered! HARRY: Of course it has. That's how I fell down it! Oh, I see what you mean. Deliberate trap, hey? SARAH: I'll go and get the Doctor. HARRY: Alright... I'll wait here then. 8: EXT. HEATH 9: EXT. GLOBE CIRCLE 10: EXT. HEATH 11: EXT. HEATH WALK AREA 12: EXT. GLOBE CIRCLE DOCTOR: Harry! 13: EXT. HEATH WALK AREA DOCTOR: Broken neck... KRANS: Hold it! DOCTOR: Is he a friend of yours? ERAK: He's klled Zake! DOCTOR: No, I... 14: EXT. GLOBE AREA SARAH: Doctor? SARAH: Doctor? 15: EXT. BOTTOM OF THE PIT HARRY: Sarah? HARRY: Hello? Hey! Who's there? HARRY: Hey! Now, look here... 16: EXT. GLOBE AREA SARAH: Doctor! 17: EXT. PIT AREA SARAH: Harry... Harry, I can't find him. SARAH: Oh... Harry? 18: EXT. MARSHLAND 19: EXT. THE CAMP SITE ERAK: How long before the dope wears off? KRANS: He's coming round now... KRANS: Cut him loose, Erak. Leave his hands tied. KRANS: Alright. Now talk! DOCTOR: Certainly. What would you like me to talk about? KRANS: What have you done with our crewmates? 20: EXT. PIT AREA 21: EXT. RUINS 22: EXT. PIT AREA SARAH: What on Earth...? ROTH: Shush! ROTH: Who are you? Where are you from? SARAH: Funny, that's what I was going to ask you. OK, my name's Sarah. What's yours? ROTH: Sarah... SARAH: What's you name? ROTH: Roth. SARAH: Do you live here, Roth? No, those are space clothes, aren't they? ROTH: I covered this, understand? To catch the machine! SARAH: Tell me about the machine. Why are you so frightened of it? ROTH: The machines serves him. Captures my crewmates. SARAH: Serves who? ROTH: The thing in the rocks. I'll not get caught. Not again! SARAH: What thing in the rocks? ROTH: The alien, in the rocks. The machines catches us and takes us for trture. I got away, see? SARAH: Those are burns, aren't they? Did the alien do that? Is that what you're saying? ROTH: He klled Heeth and Splier. I got away! SARAH: I think I'm beginning to. Look, take me to where the rocks are. ROTH: No, no! SARAH: Roth, you've got to help me! I came here with two friends and they've both vanished, understand? ROTH: I saw them. SARAH: Then it was you following us? ROTH: One of your friends is with Vural? SARAH: Vural? ROTH: He was in the circle. I saw them take him. SARAH: Then you know where the Doctor is! 23: EXT. THE CAMP SITE DOCTOR: I told you, I just got here. ERAK: How? We've seen no ship. DOCTOR: I didn't use one. I came by transmat beam. VURAL: That's a lie! DOCTOR: That's the truth. And who are you? VURAL: Vural. I am the leader of this party. VURAL: Where did you find him? ERAK: First saw him creeping about the circle. DOCTOR: Not creeping. I was repairing the... KRANS: Shut up! KRANS: By the time we caught up with him, he was bent over Zake. KRANS: klled him. DOCTOR: I did not kll him! I heard a cry and found him lying in a gully with his neck broken. An accident, I assume. VURAL: You say you came here by transmat beam? DOCTOR: That's right. VURAL: There's no transmat beam on this planet. The Earth's been junked. DOCTOR: Temporarily abandoned, perhaps. But not junked. Oh, no. VURAL: It's worn out, useless. Too far from the freighter routes. Nobody comes here so there's no transmat beam. Check? ERAK: Check. VURAL: So you better start telling the truth or you'll find things getting a little rough. DOCTOR: I'm sorry to keep contradicting you, but there is a transmat beam from Space Station Nerva. KRANS: From where? DOCTOR: Space Station Nerva. ERAK: Is he crazy? KRANS: A joker. VURAL: You don't expect us to believe that! DOCTOR: Nerva. Transmat beam. Earth. It's as simple as that. Why don't you believe me? VURAL: Because Nerva doesn't exist, that's why. There's no such place. DOCTOR: Fascinating. You don't believe it exists and yet you've obviously heard of it. KRANS: Everybody's heard of the Lost Colony. DOCTOR: Lost Colony? You mean it's become a legend like Lost Atlantis? ERAK: Like what? DOCTOR: Lost Atlantis. It's a legendary city... oh, never mind. This is extremely interesting. Are you going to cut me loose? VURAL: We're going to get the truth out of you first. KRANS: Too right. DOCTOR: Very colonial. You are from a colony, I take it? VURAL: GalSec. DOCTOR: Of course, on Nerva, they know that various colony ships left Earth. They'll be delighted to hear that they're not the sole survivors of the human race. You are human? KRANS: What do you mean? ERAK: Course we are! DOCTOR: Oh, no offense. No offense. DOCTOR: Do you mind if I take a close look at that? 24: EXT. RUINS DOCTOR: (filter) Do you mind if I take a close look at that? DOCTOR: Id' say it's not a product of human technology, eh, Vural? VURAL: You're a freak! 25: EXT. RUINS- STAIRCASE TOP 26: EXT. MARSH 27: EXT. ENCAMPMENT ERAK: I say get rid of him now and save ourselves the trouble later. VURAL: Krans? KRANS: If he landed by ship we'd have heard. Maybe he did come by transmat beam. ERAK: From Nerva? KRANS: Maybe. VURAL: I remember the old story. Back in the days of the Expansion, a bunch of survival sleepers went to Space Station Nerva to wait for the planet to cool down again. ERAK: So the planet's cooled down and they've never come back. And Nerva has never been found, it's just a story. VURAL: Yeah. I reckon if it ever existed, it got burnt up in the sunbursts. KRANS: You know what makes me half believe him? The fact that it's such a crazy story. ERAK: You mean that if he was lying, he'd think of something better? KRANS: Check. ERAK: Never. KRANS: I'll question him again. VURAL: No. I'll handle this. 28: EXT. MARSH ROTH: Shh! It's just a way down here! SARAH: Well, what are we waiting for? ROTH: No, no... SARAH: Roth, if you were in Vural's crew, why are you so frightened of him? ROTH: He's been to the rocks, I saw, I saw. SARAH: What do you mean, you saw? ROTH: The alien let him go. Vural's hooked! 29: EXT. CAMP SITE VURAL: How long have they been in deep freeze on Nerva? DOCTOR: Oh... ten thousand years? VURAL: And you woke up before the others? DOCTOR: Well, no. I'm a sort of travelling, time expert. As you can see, Earth has been habitable for several thousand years. But they didn't wake up. Why? Clock stopped. Overslept. So here I am. VURAL: Clock expert... DOCTOR: Horologist, actually. And chronometrist. Just love clock. Atomic, quartz, grandfather... ERAK: He's still lying. VURAL: Shut up, Erak. DOCTOR: Cuckoo clock... VURAL: You got any proof! DOCTOR: Well, no, I didn't expect to meet anyone. I was told Earth was uninhabited. KRANS: That's what we thought. Until we got a distress call from around here. DOCTOR: A mayday? Then you're a military expedition, I take it? VURAL: One of our GalSec freighters went missing. We picked up a distress call and came down for a look, see? Soon as we left, the ship was vapourised. Nine of us were stuck here. DOCTOR: Nine? Where are the rest? VURAL: Vanished. ERAK: And we reckon that circle of yours has got something to do with it! DOCTOR: Rubbish! That’s simply the reception point for the transmat beam from Nerva. ERAK: Let's kll him now and get it over with. VURAL: No! DOCTOR: That’s wild talk, Erak. Far from klling me, you should treat me as an honoured guest. KRANS: Why? DOCTOR: You don't want to be stuck here forever, do you? VURAL: Go on. DOCTOR: I might consider helping you. VURAL: How do you reckon to help us? DOCTOR: Simple. I finish refocusing the matter beam and we all pop up to Nerva. You get in touch with your headquarters and they send a ship for you. VURAL: Listen. If you are one of the Old People, then we’re not raking orders from your lot. While you were dozing away, our people kept going. And they made it. We’ve got bases across the galaxy now. You’ve done nothing for ten thousand years while we’ve built an Empire. Understand? DOCTOR: Oh, absolutely. VURAL: We’re not taking any of that Mother Earth rubbish! KRANS: Hey, look! It’s Roth! ERAK: Hey, Rothy! KRANS: Roth! It’s Rothy! ERAK: Rothy! DOCTOR: Good girl, Sarah. Who’s your fast friend? SARAH: Explain later. Come on. VURAL: Roth! Roth! ERAK: It’s no good, Krans. He’s bunked. KRANS: I saw him... plain as daylight. VURAL: Why’d he run like that? Why’d he run from us? ERAK: He must have gone bush. VURAL: Hey! ERAK: That freak! He got away! VURAL: Get your gn! 30: EXT. MARSH SARAH: Doctor, the pit is this way! DOCTOR: I've lost my sonic screwdriver. I feel completely lost without it. SARAH: I've found your sonic screwdriver! Doctor- the pit! DOCTOR: What would I do without you? 31: EXT. CAMP SITE VURAL: Erak? ERAK: Nothing. VURAL: Keep your eyes peeled. They can't have gone far. 32: EXT. PIT AREA DOCTOR: He couldn't have climbed out? SARAH: Not without help. DOCTOR: This machine you told me about. Could that have lifted him... SARAH: No. He'd already gone by the time the machine came. DOCTOR: Excuse me... DOCTOR: Terrullian drive. SARAH: What? DOCTOR: The machine. That's very interesting because there's no terrullian to be found in this galaxy. ROTH: Yeah, alien. Alien, understand? DOCTOR: Yes, don't you worry about it old chap. DOCTOR: He's half demented with shock. SARAH: He's been tortured. Badly, by the look of it. He's terrified of everyone now, even his own crewmates. DOCTOR: Yes, I can't say I blame him for being wary of his old friend Vural, at any rate. You know, this is absolutely typical of Harry! How anyone in their proper mind could fall down a whacking great subsidence like... that's it! SARAH: What is? DOCTOR: Subsidence! A sewer or something. Maybe the Central Line! SARAH: I'm not with you! DOCTOR: There must be a way out from the bottom. Hang on, Sarah. I'll just go down and take a look. SARAH: Be careful, Doctor. If you break a leg or something, we'll never get you out. SARAH: Doctor, Doctor! ROTH: No! No, no, no! 33: EXT. RUINS 34: EXT. SPACECRAFT AREA 35: EXT. PIT AREA DOCTOR: Sarah! Roth! Sarah! Sarah, are you there? 36: EXT. SPACECRAFT AREA STYRE: Ah! SARAH: Linx! STYRE: Ah.. the female of the species! (CUT TO THE CLOSING CREDITS)	{"type": "series", "show": "Doctor Who", "episode": "12x09 - The Sontaran Experiment - part 1"}	foreverdreaming
DOCTOR WHO The Sontaran Experiment PART 2 Written by BOB BAKER and DAVE MARTIN Original Air Date: 1 March, 1975 5:30pm - 5:55pm SARAH: Linx! STYRE: The female of the species. SARAH: Linx! A Sontaran. Can't be. You were destroyed in the 13th century. You were blown to smithereens. STYRE: You may have seen one of us. SARAH: But you're identical. The same ugly... STYRE: Identical, yes, the same, no. I am Styre. Field Major Styre, as you will address me, of the Sontaran G-3 Military Assessment Survey. And your opinion of my looks is of no interest to my programme. Female number one, first assessment. Would appear to have no military justification. Offensive value therefore nil. ROTH: You won't get me. You won't trture me again. STYRE: Why did you make that disagreeable noise? SARAH: You klled him! STYRE: That is my function. I am a warrior. SARAH: mrder. mrder! STYRE: Silence! The moron was of no further use to me. I had already tested him. You, as a female, are far more interesting. And soon, I will have the rest of your companions. DOCTOR: Hello? Sarah? Oh, it's you again. Can't say I'm delighted. It's no use pretending. VURAL: Just keep climbing, nice and quiet. DOCTOR: If you insist. HARRY: Sarah? Sarah, old girl, you here anywhere? PRISONER: Arg. HARRY: Sarah, where are you? All right, old chap? PRISONER: No. HARRY: It's all right, old chap. I'm not going to hurt you. Let's have a look. PRISONER: Water. VURAL: Krans. KRANS: Go on, and no tricks now. DOCTOR: Behind you. KRANS: I said no tricks! HARRY: Look here, old chap, I'm going to have to go and get help. You understand? The Sontaran put you here? What for? Do you know why? PRISONER: To... To die. HARRY: Die? Are there many more of you? DOCTOR: No, it's not the Central line. STYRE: When I ambushed the GalSec ship, there were nine survivors. I have already used up five of them and I have been studying the free behaviour patterns of the remaining four. SARAH: So? STYRE: So it is useless lying to me. I know you were not on that GalSec ship. Where do you come from? What is your planet of origin? SARAH: Earth. STYRE: That is a lie. There has been no intelligent life on this planet since the time of the solar flares. SARAH: How do you know? STYRE: I have the reports. SARAH: They can't be wrong, can they? STYRE: Silence. You are nothing, do you understand? You are a mistake and must therefore be eliminated. According to my data you should not exist. HARRY: Sarah? SARAH: Harry! Over here! HARRY: Sarah. SARAH: Well, come on. Help me. HARRY: Oh, hang on, old thing. I can't get in. SARAH: There must be a force-field. HARRY: Eh? SARAH: That's it. He's locked me inside a force-field, Harry. It's no good. HARRY: Well, don't you worry, old thing. I'll find a way. I'll get you out of there if I have to knock his bally head off and grab his keys. Just don't you worry, Sarah. STYRE: G-3 Intelligence. G-3 Intelligence. Field Major Styre reporting from Earth base. SONTARAN MARSHAL: Well, Styre? STYRE: My report, Marshal. SONTARAN MARSHAL: Get on with it then. STYRE: As we knew, the Earth has not been repopulated. I have therefore carried out my instructions and lured a group of humans to the planet for testing. The results of my experiment indicate that they are puny beings, with little resistance to physical stress, and are totally dependent on organic chemical intake for their energy supply. SONTARAN MARSHAL: Thank you, Styre. Then your report is complete. STYRE: Not quite, Marshal. SONTARAN MARSHAL: Why must there be any delay? STYRE: Some inconsistencies have arisen, small mistakes that will soon be eliminated. My final intelligence report for the asault will be with you within the hour, Marshal. SONTARAN MARSHAL: It must be, Styre. It must be. STYRE: Very good, sir. STYRE: Experiment seven. Subject: female. Project: resistance to fear. DOCTOR: Sarah! Sarah. Listen to me, Sarah. It's not real.Do you understand? Nothing is happening to you. It's only in your mind. Fight it, Sarah. Fight it. Oh, Sarah. STYRE: Very touching. DOCTOR: You unspeakable abomination. STYRE: Words, Earthling, will never prevail against Sontaran might. DOCTOR: Why did you do it to her? STYRE: I did nothing. I merely resurrected those things which lay buried in the depths of her pathetic little mind. She was a victim of her own fear. And now, your turn. DOCTOR: Well done, Harry. STYRE: Worm. KRANS: Now we know what happened to our mates. VURAL: We've still got a chance. If this thing intended to kll us... KRANS: Might have been the best thing. STYRE: Good. The final batch of material. VURAL: But not me. No, not me. STYRE: All of you. VURAL: But I helped you. I did everything you said. KRANS: What? VURAL: You said you'd save me if... STYRE: Oh, why should I save you? A traitor to your own miserable kind. ERAK: Why, you stinking, lousy swine, Vural. You tried to do a deal with this thing? VURAL: It was all I could do. It gave us more time. KRANS: That first night, he was gone for hours. Lost, he said. VURAL: No, I did it for us. STYRE: Enough of this bickering. HARRY: Doctor. Not both of them. mrder swine. STYRE: Field Major Styre, Sontaran G-3 Military Assessment Survey. Experiment five: human resistance to fluid deprivation. Data: subject died after nine days, seven hours. Impairment of mental faculties, motor reflexes and physical coordination noted after only three days. Conclusion: dependence on fluid is a significant weakness which should be exploited in our attck. As a rider to the above, we should also like to take into account the successful conclusion of experiment four, where immersion in the fluid H2O produced asphyxiation in less than three minutes. Conclusion: this species has little resistance to immersion in liquids. HARRY: Doctor, I thought you were both dad. DOCTOR: Not me. Piece of the synestic locking mechanism from Nerva's rocket. Popped it in my pocket. HARRY: Fortuitous. DOCTOR: Foresight. You never know when these bits and pieces will come in handy. Never throw anything away, Harry. Where's my 500-year diary? I remember jotting some notes on the Sontarans. It's a mistake to clutter one's pockets, Harry. HARRY: Yes, Doctor. DOCTOR: What's Styre doing here? HARRY: Well, he's klling people. He's on some kind of ghastly experiment. Look what he's done to Sarah. DOCTOR: Harry, Sontarans never do anything without a military reason. You look to Sarah. HARRY: And what are you going to do? DOCTOR: Find out what's behind all this. STYRE: Experiment eight: resistance to pressure on the human breast cage and muscular strength. Are you prepared? ERAK: What are you up to, you lump of filth? STYRE: You are holding a gravity bar. At the moment it is a mere 40 pounds, Earth weight. I will increase that weight to 200 pounds. 300 pounds. DOCTOR: Hello. Hello. Don't be alarmed, old thing. Not going to hurt you. Everything's going to be all right. VURAL (OOV): Please! VURAL: Please! KRANS: You mrder fiend! STYRE: He is not your friend, he is a traitor. Yet you struggle to save his life. 500 pounds. Enough. I must delay the experiment. KRANS: Erak, the Knfe. The Knfe. SONTARAN MARSHAL: Styre. Field Major Styre, I order you to report. STYRE: This is Field Major Styre, sir. SONTARAN MARSHAL: Styre, your constant delays are causing alarm. We must have your report. STYRE: I am just completing my final experiment, the compressibility test of human tissue. SONTARAN MARSHAL: The entire invasion fleet is being held up. How much longer must we wait? STYRE: My programme was ordered by the Grand Strategic Council. The invasion cannot begin until all experiments are analysed. SONTARAN MARSHAL: Then get a move on, Styre. The fleet is waiting for my signal. STYRE: Very good, Marshal. SARAH: Doctor. DOCTOR: Ah, Sarah, feeling better? No, don't tell me. No time. We've got an invasion on our hands. HARRY: Invasion? Oh, you mean Styre? DOCTOR: Him and thousands exactly like him. SARAH: They're going to invde Earth? DOCTOR: The entire galaxy suddenly acquired some strategic importance in their endless wr against the Rutans. HARRY: Why on earth is Styre torturing people? DOCTOR: He's making an assessment of human physical limitations. Sontarans are very methodical people, and that might give us a slight advantage. HARRY: Oh, I hadn't noticed, frankly. SARAH: What are you going to do? DOCTOR: I'm going to take him on in single combat. It's the only way. HARRY: You're what? DOCTOR: Sontarans never turn down the chance to kll someone. SARAH: Well, you're not going to let him kll you? DOCTOR: Well, I hope not. I'm going to try and tire him out. He's pretty unwieldy for all his strength and he's not used to Earth's gravity. The thing is, if I can get him exhausted, he'll have to go back to his ship to reenergise. Are you with me? HARRY: Just about. DOCTOR: While I keep him busy, I want you to get into his ship. Now, once you're inside, this is what I want you to do, Harry. STYRE: Increase to 600 pounds. DOCTOR: Styre. Still about your butcher's ways, Styre? STYRE: You? But I klled you. DOCTOR: Another mistake, Styre. You've fallen right into our trap. STYRE: Trap? DOCTOR: Yes. Those people you've been so cleverly evaluating are not Earth warriors, they're our slve class, the lowest form of human intelligence. STYRE: You lie. DOCTOR: Do you think those puny creatures could conquer half a galaxy? No, Styre. I represent the true warrior class. Evaluate me if you dare. Ah. Is that the Sontaran way? The mighty warrior sheltering behind his gn? I challenge you, Styre. Single combat. Or are you afraid? STYRE: Afraid? A Sontaran afraid? All right, come to your death. DOCTOR: Styre, it's not over yet. STYRE: I'll finish with you later. DOCTOR: You're weakening, Styre. You're weakening. STYRE: Am I? I shall kll you all now. But first, I have more important tasks to perform. HARRY: Is this what you meant? DOCTOR: It had better be. Let's get out of here. SARAH: Doctor, Styre's klled Vural. He saved your life. DOCTOR: I know. Everybody out. Fast as you can. Come on. SARAH: What happened? DOCTOR: Ask Harry, he did it. HARRY: What did I do? What is this thing anyway? DOCTOR: It's a sort of terullian diode bypass transformer. HARRY: Oh. DOCTOR: Yes. Sontarans, as I told you, sometimes need to feed on pure energy. And by removing that, you altered things slightly and the energy fed on him. HARRY: That's taken care of one of them, but what about the rest of the invasion fleet waiting to blast us out of the galaxy? DOCTOR: Yes. Well, I'll just attend to that. SONTARAN MARSHAL: Styre, your report? The intelligence... What is this? DOCTOR: Your Waterloo, Marshal. Your intelligence mission has been destroyed and your invasion plans are in our hands. One move across the buffer zone, Marshal, and your entire fleet will be destroyed. SONTARAN MARSHAL: We shall destroy your planet. DOCTOR: What? Without Styre's report? SONTARAN MARSHAL: Next time, Earthling, we shall utterly destroy you. DOCTOR: Not today, thank you. (To HARRY and SARAH.) Brinkmanship, I think they call it. DOCTOR: Sure you won't join us? KRANS: No, we'll wait till that lot from Nerva get here. Thanks all the same. ERAK: Don't trust those transmat beams. They never worked too good. DOCTOR: As you wish. DOCTOR: I should stand back if I were you. I mean, it should be all right. But you never know, quite, do you?	{"type": "series", "show": "Doctor Who", "episode": "12x10 - The Sontaran Experiment - part 2"}	foreverdreaming
Genesis of the Daleks by: Terry Nation Part One Original Air Date: 8 March 1975 Running time: 24:30 1. EXT. (In a misty and desolate place, soldiers are fring at each others.) (The Doctor is standing there alone, and looks around. A man in black robes appears before him.) TIME LORD: Ah. Welcome, Doctor. DOCTOR: (Confused.) What's going on? Don't you realize how dangerous it is to intercept a transmat beam? TIME LORD: Oh, come, Doctor, not with our techniques. We Time Lords transcended such simple mechanical devices when the universe was less than half its present size. DOCTOR: Look, whatever I've done for you in the past... I've more than made up for. I will not tolerate this continual interference in my life. TIME LORD: Continual? We pride ourselves we seldom interfere in the affairs of others. DOCTOR: Except mine. TIME LORD: You, Doctor, are a special case. You enjoy the freedom we allow you. In return, occasionally, not continually, we ask you to do something for us. DOCTOR: I won't do it. Whatever it is, I refuse. TIME LORD: Daleks. DOCTOR: Daleks? Tell me more. TIME LORD: We foresee a time when they will have destroyed all other life forms and become the dominant creature in the universe. DOCTOR: That's possible. Tell on. TIME LORD: We'd like you to return to Skaro at a point in time before the Daleks evolved. DOCTOR: Do you mean avert their creation? TIME LORD: Or affect their genetic development so that they evolve into less aggressive creatures. DOCTOR: Hmm. That's feasible. TIME LORD: Alternatively... if you learn enough about their very beginnings, you might discover some inherent weakness. DOCTOR: All right, just one more time. TIME LORD: You'll do it? DOCTOR: Yes. If you'll let me have the space-time coordinates, I'll set the TARDIS for Skaro. TIME LORD: There's no need for that, Doctor. You're here. This is Skaro. DOCTOR: What? (He looks around incredulously.) TIME LORD (OOV.): We thought it would save time if we assumed your agreement. (The TIME LORD hands out a small golden device to the DOCTOR. It looks like a bracelet.) DOCTOR: What's this? TIME LORD (OOV.): A time ring. It will return you to the TARDIS when you've finished here. There's just one thing. DOCTOR: What's that? TIME LORD: Be careful not to lose it. That time ring is your lifeline. TIME LORD (OOV.): Good luck, Doctor. (The DOCTOR is examining the time ring.) DOCTOR: Just a moment. (When he looks up the TIME LORD has vanished.) DOCTOR (OOV.): (Angrily.) Don't just disappear. (Shouting.) What about Sarah and Harry? (The DOCTOR puts on the ring on his left wrist and starts walking.) (SARAH and HARRY are climbing the slope to meet him.) SARAH: Doctor? Doctor! DOCTOR (OOV.): Ah, there you are, Sarah. HARRY: I say, Doctor, that was a pretty rough landing. What happened? SARAH: Yes, where are we? This isn't the beacon. DOCTOR: No, there's been a slight change of plan. (explsin can be heard not so far away. The DOCTOR instinctively ducks.) DOCTOR: This is Skaro. HARRY: (Looking at the sky.) What's that? It's gn. DOCTOR: Heavy atillery. SARAH: Doctor, it's getting closer! DOCTOR: It's a creeping barrage. Get down! (The three of them quickly retreat behind the slope while explsin are now really close and loud. They all have their hands on their ears. SARAH is screaming.) DOCTOR: Something's annoyed them. (Some more explsin. Then it stops.) SARAH: Doctor. Doctor, look. (A man wearing a gas mask is lying in front of them.) DOCTOR: All right. (They approach him and HARRY quickly examines him.) HARRY: Nothing can be done for this chap. (The DOCTOR is looking at the wapon the man was carrying.) DOCTOR: That's strange. There's centuries between these two wapon. SARAH: What's that on his jacket? HARRY (OOV.): Radiation detector and a gas mask. The two things don't go together, do they? SARAH: Part of his uniform is made of animal skins and yet the combat jacket is a modern synthetic fiber. DOCTOR: (Pensively.) It's like finding remains of a stone age man with a transistor radio. HARRY: Playing rock music. DOCTOR: A thousand year wr? Civilization on the point of collapse. SARAH: What? DOCTOR: Nothing. Just theorizing, that's all. (The DOCTOR puts down the wapon.) DOCTOR: Come along. HARRY: Where are we going? DOCTOR: Er... forward. (They pass several dad bodies on the ground. The place is a battle field where only rocks and dad wood can be seen. Smoke is rising.) 2. EXT: THE MINEFIELD. (Several feet ahead of them are land mines, partly concealed under rocks and debris.) DOCTOR: Halt, don't move. SARAH: What is it? DOCTOR: I see a land mine. We're in the middle of a minefield. Follow me and tread in my footsteps. SARAH: Good King Wenceslas. (They start moving carefully; the DOCTOR is first, then goes HARRY and SARAH. All of a sudden the DOCTOR stops and looks up to their left.) HARRY: What? DOCTOR: I thought I saw something move. (They resume walking carefully on the rocks.) DOCTOR: I have a feeling we're being watched. SARAH: I get that feeling, too. HARRY (OOV.): I can't see anything. DOCTOR (OOV.): Let's hope it's imagination. (Suddenly, the DOCTOR stops walking again and stays very stiff and still.) HARRY: What is it? DOCTOR: Harry, I'm standing on a land mine. (And indeed, the DOCTOR has is left foot on a mine.) DOCTOR: I felt it shift. If I move my foot, it might detonate it. HARRY: Don't move your foot. DOCTOR: I won't. (HARRY moves cautiously to go in front of the DOCTOR. He crouches down and examines the land mine.) HARRY (OOV.): It's rocking. SARAH: Wedge something under it, make it firm. HARRY: Yes, I'm trying to, Sarah. (HARRY is trying to sab the land mine by putting small rocks under it.) HARRY: Back up, Sarah. DOCTOR: You back up, too, Harry. No point in risking both our lives. HARRY (OOV.): No, Doctor, you'll have a better chance if I hold it firm. DOCTOR: Please, Harry, don't be difficult. HARRY: Don't you argue, Doctor. (He has finished sab the land mine.) HARRY: Now... just lift your foot very, very gently. (The DOCTOR lifts his foot. Nothing happens. HARRY stands up, visibly shaken.) DOCTOR: (Smiling.)Thank you, Harry. HARRY: (Smiling too with relief.) My pleasure. DOCTOR: Let's go. (Up on the rocky hill, unseen of the DOCTOR and his companions, a shrouded figure is standing, watching them.) 3. EXT. OUTSIDE THE TRENCHES. DOCTOR: Hey, look. What do you think? (In the distance, through the smoke, can be see a great silver dome.) SARAH (OOV.): It's like a big bubble. DOCTOR (OOV.): Protective dome. SARAH (OOV.): What? (Incredulously.) Large enough to cover an entire city? DOCTOR (OOV.): Yes. HARRY: Why are they fighting with old-fashioned things like barbed wire and land mines if they can build something like that? 4. EXT. BEHIND THE TRENCHES. (They approach what looks like tranches made of sandbags with barbed wire on top. There are dad men put on the trenches obviously in order to look like alive combatants.) DOCTOR: Even the dad have a part to play. Propped up to make the trenches appear fully manned. HARRY: Different sort of uniform from that other chap's. DOCTOR: Yes. We may have crossed the lines. SARAH: Same mixture of ancient and modern, though. DOCTOR: Yes. That's why I think this wr has being going on for a very long time. They probably started out with the most modern equipment but no longer have the resources. Have to make do. HARRY: wr of attrition, eh? Only backwards. At this rate, they're going to finish up with bows and arrows. DOCTOR: Well, it would explain the mixture of equipment. (SARAH has found a door, at the extremity of the trench.) SARAH: Psst. HARRY: (Whispering.) Be careful, Sarah. SARAH: (Also whispering.) It's all right. It's locked. HARRY: It's pretty solid, isn't it? Some kind of service tunnel, I suppose. It might even lead into the dome. DOCTOR: Let's see where the trench leads. (They move away from the door. Someone is watching them from a letter box like opening. He wears a gas mask.) (There is a projectile whistling, and greenish smoke is rising near them in the trench.) DOCTOR: It's a gas shell. SARAH: Gas! DOCTOR: Poison gas. HARRY: (Indicating the dad men.) Respirators, quick. (All three of them manage to put a mask on their head. Soldiers in a camouflage uniform and gas masks of their own appear in the trench and manage to subdue the DOCTOR and HARRY.) (Some more men, this time wearing a black uniform, get out from the door and start sh*ting at the other soldiers.) KALED LEADER: (Speaking about the DOCTOR.) This one's alive. Get him inside. (They help the DOCTOR to get inside through the door. HARRY is on the floor and coughs.) KALED LEADER: There's another one here. Get him inside. Quickly. (They retreat through the door and close it. SARAH is lying unconscious among the dad Thal soldiers, unseen.) 5. INT. COMMAND COMPLEX – ENTRANCE. (The soldiers remove their gas masks. HARRY and the DOCTOR are recovering on the floor. The leader is holding them at gn.) KALED LEADER: They don't look like Thals. I wonder... There have been rumors recently that the Thals were developing robots. Anyway, stick them on the transporter. I shall alert command headquarters with General Ravon. (HARRY, the DOCTOR and the KALED LEADER sit down on the transporter vehicle.) KALED LEADER: Count the ammniton and clean your wapon. 6. INT. CORRIDOR. 7. INT. COMMAND COMPLEX - HEADQUARTERS. (In the middle of the room is a great relief map of the battleground outside. The dome is represented, as well as the mountains. Small blocks, red and blue, with X or O on it, are figuring the position of the different forces. A man in a black uniform with gallons on his shoulders is moving a red block across the map.) (The DOCTOR and HARRY enter, visibly still shaky because of the gas.) RAVON: Well? KALED LEADER: Two prisoners, sir, captured section 1 01 . RAVON: For interrogation. Good. I enjoy interrogation. DOCTOR: Yes, you look the type. (One of the soldiers ht the DOCTOR from behind and he falls on his knees.) RAVON: You insolent Muto. KALED LEADER: Sir. RAVON: What? KALED LEADER: My section totally destroyed the Thal attackers except for these two. But our supply of ammniton is running low. RAVON: Then conserve it. ammniton is valuable and cannot be wasted. KALED LEADER: Yes, sir. RAVON: For instance, when I've finished with these two animals, they'll be hanged. Not taken out and sht as in the past. And that will be all. Return to your unit. (They salute and clack their heels. The KALED LEADER exists the room.) RAVON: (In a mocking tone.) So... the Thals have come down to recruiting Mutos, have they? (He waves his gn at the DOCTOR. HARRY is sitting on a bench with his head low.) RAVON: (In an authoritative voice.) Turn out your pockets. DOCTOR: Certainly. (The DOCTOR begins pulling items out of his pockets. He puts them on the relief map. There is the sonic screwdriver, a large magnifying glass, a yellow yoyo...) DOCTOR (OOV.): It might take some time. (The DOCTOR continues to put things on the table. A pair of handcuffs and a sort of orange crystal.) RAVON (OOV.): Take a good look. RAVON: In a few weeks we're gonna change the shape of that map forever. We'll wipe the Thals from the face of Skaro. DOCTOR: (Muttering.) Yes, I've heard that before. RAVON: What? DOCTOR: I was just wondering how you propose to wipe the Thals from the face of Skaro with boy solders, no ammniton and very young generals. RAVON: You've had one warning about your insults. (A machine buzzes in the background.) DOCTOR (OOV.): I do beg your pardon. RAVON: When victory is ours, we'll wipe every trace of the Thals and their city from the face of this land. We will avenge the deaths of all Kaleds who've fallen in the cause of right and justice and build a peace which will be a monument to their sacrifice. Our battle cry will be ''Total extermination of the Thals!'' DOCTOR: That's very impressive. You mean you're going to sweep these wastelands absolutely... (While talking the DOCTOR is pointing at the map with a stick. He then uses it to disarm the General, whose gn lands in HARRY’s hands. He quickly gets up and disarms the other soldier in the room.) DOCTOR: Harry. (The DOCTOR retrieves the handcuffs he has put on the table and passes them to HARRY.) DOCTOR: (To RAVON) Did I hurt your fingers? RAVON: You'll never get out of here alive. DOCTOR: Yes, so you said. So you're Kaleds, eh? (The DOCTOR uses his sonic screwdriver to destroy the communication device.) RAVON: Even you Mutos know the difference between Thals and Kaleds. DOCTOR: K-A-L-E-D-S. Why, that's an anagram of... How interesting. (To HARRY.) Are you fit, Harry? HARRY: (Holding his gn at RAVON with a smile.) Never felt fitter, Doctor. DOCTOR: Good. (To RAVON.) Now, Alexander the Great, you're going to lead us out of here. RAVON: Never! DOCTOR: You won't get any medals for being stupid, General. In fact, you won't be getting any more medals for anything. RAVON: Where do you want me to take you? DOCTOR: Back to the wastelands. RAVON: (With disdain and a contemptuous smirk.) Yes, that's home to you Mutos, isn't it? But you won't get that far, I promise you. HARRY: Come on, we're wasting time. 8. EXT. IN THE TRENCHES. (SARAH is coming round and put off her gas mask.) SARAH: (Not very loudly.) Doctor? Doctor? Harry? (She coughs. She goes to the door and finds it closed. She picks up a gn but it is out of amo; she throws it back on the floor with a sigh.) 9. INT. CORRIDORS. HARRY (OOV.): Where are we? This isn't leading to the surface. RAVON: There's a platform lift at the end. You Mutos must have seen it. HARRY: You're still making the same mistake. We're not Mutos, whatever they may be. RAVON: Only Mutos live in the wastelands. DOCTOR: Come on! (They have arrived in front of the lift. HARRY is still holding RAVON at gn.) HARRY: Sarah's all right? DOCTOR: Yes. RAVON: If you've a friend up there, they won't last much longer. DOCTOR: What do you mean? RAVON: Night's coming on. The Mutos start moving at night. (Two soldiers following a man with round glasses and gallons on his uniform shoulders are approaching in the corridor.) HARRY: (In a whisper, to RAVON. He holds him by the hand and has the gn hidden but pointed at his back.) Just remember, we're your friends. NYDER: General Ravon. RAVON: Nyder. NYDER: I wish to see you. RAVON: If you'll wait in my office, Nyder, I'll be a few minutes. DOCTOR: (To RAVON.) Perhaps you should introduce us, General. RAVON: (Reluctantly.) Security Commander Nyder. NYDER: You're civilians, I see. DOCTOR (OOV.): Yes, but we're not staying long. DOCTOR: Don't let us detain you. NYDER: You won't. (NYDER and the soldiers to carry on in the corridor, but suddenly their stop and they turn back, riffles raised.) NYDER: (Shouting.) Down, Ravon! (The soldiers start shting in the direction of the lift.) NYDER: (On a small intercom on the wall.) Alert all guards. Two Thal intruders in the command complex. 10. INT. CORRIDORS. (More soldiers are coming while an alarm is sounding. The DOCTOR and HARRY are running away.) DOCTOR: This way, Harry. Come on. 11. INT. IN FRONT OF THE LIFT. RAVON: They took me by surprise. NYDER: Fool. What kind of soldier lets two unarmed prisoners overpower him in his own headquarters? RAVON: There's something different about those two. They're not Thals and they're not Mutos. NYDER: We'll find out what's different about them... by autopsy. 12. INT. CORRIDORS. (The doors are closing before HARRY and the DOCTOR, trapping them.) HARRY (OOV.): We're trapped. DOCTOR: Yes. (The doors re-opens behind them.) DOCTOR: After you. (They get inside the lift just in time before soldiers start shting at them.) NYDER: (On the intercom on the wall.) Alert surface patrols to watch for intruders in the area of platform lift 7. 12. EXT. (The lift has brought the DOCTOR and HARRY outside. They start running.) HARRY: Now what? DOCTOR: Keep running. HARRY: What? DOCTOR: Keep running! (On the top of the hill appear the silhouettes of Kaled soldiers. They start shting at the DOCTOR and HARRY who resume running.) 13. EXT. MINEFIELD. (While running the DOCTOR notices a wire on the floor, linked to a landmine. HARRY is going to step on it.) DOCTOR: Down, Harry! (The two of them get down to the ground and escape the explsin. The DOCTOR helps HARRY to get on his feet.) DOCTOR: Are you all right? HARRY: That was a lucky escape. DOCTOR: I wouldn't say that, Harry. (Several soldiers are standing before them. They are surrounded.) 14. EXT. SARAH: (Still not very loudly.) Doctor? Harry? Doctor. Harry. (A deformed creature is following SARAH.) 15. INT. COMMAND COMPLEX – HEADQUARTERS. (NYDER is examining some of the DOCTOR’s items left on the table. The DOCTOR and HARRY are pushed back into the room by armed soldiers.) NYDER: This is yours? DOCTOR: Yes. NYDER: What is its function? DOCTOR: Well, it's an etheric beam locator. It's also useful for detecting ion-charged emissions. NYDER: Oh, really. (RAVON is standing behind him, looking not pleased at all.) NYDER: It is not of Thal manufacture. DOCTOR (OOV.): Well, naturally not. DOCTOR: My friend and I are not from your planet. NYDER (OOV.): Aliens? HARRY: Humans. (Looking at the DOCTOR.) Well, I am anyway. NYDER: I've heard Davros say there is no intelligent life on other planets. So either he is wrong or you are lying. DOCTOR (OOV.): We are not lying... NYDER: And Davros is never wrong about anything. DOCTOR: Well, he must be exceptional. Even I am occasionally wrong about some things. Who is this Davros? NYDER: Our greatest scientist. He's in charge of all research at the bunker. RAVON: They could be Mutos, Nyder. Intelligent Mutos who've developed a technology. DOCTOR (OOV.): Tell me... what exactly are Mutos? NYDER: Mutos are the scarred relics of ourselves. Monsters created by the chemical wapon used in the first century of this wr. They were banished into the wastelands where they live and... scavenge like animals. DOCTOR: In other words, genetically wounded. NYDER: We must keep the Kaled race pure. Imperfects are rejected. Some of them survive out there. DOCTOR: That's a very harsh policy. HARRY: It's horrible. NYDER: Your views are not important. (To RAVON.) General Ravon, I'll take these two back to the bunker for interrogation by the special unit. RAVON (OOV.): They're the army's prisoners. NYDER: Then you will release them to me. The special unit will get more out of them than your crude methods ever would. RAVON: Very well, if you insist. NYDER: I do insist, General. (NYDER picks up a list and hands it out to RAVON.) NYDER: And I have a list of requirements here. All these items are to be sent to the bunker immediately. RAVON: I can't spare this equipment. These spare parts alone would take more than half my supply. NYDER: You'll notice the requisition is countersigned by Davros himself. If you would like to take the matter up with him... RAVON: I'm expected to fight a wr without equipment. Very well, I'll have these things out to the bunker by dawn. NYDER: By midnight, General. The order specifies midnight. RAVON: By midnight. NYDER: Good. (They salute.) NYDER: (To the soldiers.) Bring the prisoners. 16. EXT. (The night is falling. SARAH is walking outside and hears something behind her. She starts running. Several Mutos are following her.) 17. EXT. NEAR A RUIN. (SARAH runs up to a ruin. She peeps through a hole in the wall and sees an old and crippled man in a mobile chair. An assistant is setting sh*ting pictures of soldiers with a circle on them, along one of the walls.) GHARMAN: Ready, Davros. DAVROS: Observe the test closely, my friend. This will be a moment that will live in history. (DAVROS reaches a level on the panel of his chair and pushes it. On one corner of the ruin there is a Dalek.) DAVROS (OOV.): Halt. Turn right. Halt. (The Dalek obeys and turns then halts.) DAVROS: Now... exterminate. (The Dalek destroys all the targets with its wapon.) DAVROS: Perfect. The w*apon is perfect. Now we can begin.	{"type": "series", "show": "Doctor Who", "episode": "12x11 - Genesis of the Daleks - part 1"}	foreverdreaming
Genesis of the Daleks by: Terry Nation Part Two Original Air Date: 15 March 1975 Running time: 24:51 DAVROS: Follow. Gharman, there is much to be done. SARAH: Help! TANE: Party approaching. Check one. TANE: You will announce your name, rank and serial number. Speak now. NYDER (OOV.): Tane, this is Security Commander Nyder with prisoners and escort. NYDER: I want these two screened and passed to Ronson for full interrogation. TANE: Yes, sir. NYDER: Prisoner's belongings. DOCTOR: Good. Well, now he's gone, any chance of a cup of tea? TANE: What! DOCTOR: Or coffee. My friend and I have had a very trying experience. Haven't we had a trying experience, Harry? HARRY: Very trying, Doctor. TANE: Step into the security scan. DOCTOR: What, no tea? TANE: Let me point out to you that you have no rights whatsoever. I have full authority to trture and kll any prisoner who does not comply absolutely with my orders. That is your first and last warning. DOCTOR: No tea, Harry. TANE: You're cleared. Move forward. You, next. TANE: Scan detects power source located below prisoner's left elbow. Remove object from prisoner's left wrist. DOCTOR: You can't have that. That bracelet could have no possible use as a wapon. TANE: It remains with the other confiscated items. HARRY: Let's not make a fuss, Doctor. DOCTOR: The Time Ring is our only hope of getting back to the TARDIS. TANE: Two prisoners at checkpoint. Awaiting orders. DOCTOR: Recovering it has got to be our number one priority. Do you understand, Harry? It's vital. HARRY: Yes, I know it's vital, but we don't want them to know that, do we? TANE: The prisoners are to be given into the custody of Senior Researcher Ronson. Here, take this with you. TANE: Move! SEVRIN: She's beautiful. No deformities, no imperfections. GERRILL: She is a norm. All norms are our enemies. kll her now for what she's done to our kind. SEVRIN: No, why? Why must we always destroy beauty? Why kll another creature because it is not in our image? GERRILL: kll her! It is the law. All norms must die. They are our enemies. And if you won't, I will. MUTO: There's something over there. SEVRIN: It's a patrol, very close. GERRILL: Let's get away from here. SEVRIN: No. No, they're too near. If you move, they'll see you. GERRILL: They're coming this way. I'm going. Come on. SEVRIN: No, I tell you they'll see you. THAL: Halt! Stay where you are. Stand where you are and don't move. THAL: Oh, it's only a muto. What a waste of good ammniton. There's a couple more of them. THAL: Hold it. If they're not too badly mutated, we might be able to use them. They still need expendable labour for the rocket loader. (re Sevrin) This one looks all right. Got all it needs to carry and walk. (re Sarah) There's no reason why this one shouldn't work. Why, it's almost a norm. Come on, get up. Up! Oh, kll it off, it's too slow. SEVRIN: No, it's all right. I'll help her. THAL: Then move, and move quietly. There are Kaled patrols out tonight. RONSON: Sit down. DOCTOR: Thank you. You're not with the military, I assume? RONSON: I'm with the Science Division. DOCTOR: Oh, good, good. Then perhaps we can talk without interruption from rfle butts. RONSON: That depends. If you don't answer my questions, I shall hand you back to the military. They take a pride in loosening tongues. Now, where did you get these things? DOCTOR: Oh, here and there. RONSON: If I didn't know better, I should have to assume that these were made by some intelligence on another planet. DOCTOR: If you didn't know better. RONSON: It is an established scientific fact that in the seven galaxies only Skaro is capable of supporting intelligent life. DOCTOR: It is also an established scientific fact that there are more than seven galaxies. RONSON: Indeed. DOCTOR: Yes. RONSON: Well, when you passed through our security scan our instruments ran a complete check on your blood and chemical make up, encephalographic patterns and so on. Physiological compositions. And so, if you are from another planet DOCTOR: You were saying? RONSON: There's nothing. Nothing conforms to any known life on this planet apart from external appearances. DOCTOR: You can't always judge from external appearances. RONSON: Who are you? Where are you from? DOCTOR: It's a long story. RONSON: Then tell me. DOCTOR: Do you have any inkling of the theory of space dimension correlated to relative time? KALED (OOV.): Davros wishes all members of the Elite scientific corps to assemble in the main laboratory immediately. RONSON: Our session will have to wait. Davros is coming. DOCTOR: Your chief scientist. RONSON: He's our supreme commander. When he calls a full meeting like this, he obviously has something of the greatest importance to tell us. DOCTOR: Well, I shall be delighted to meet him. RONSON: Stand up and keep quiet. DAVROS: If I may have your attention. For some time I have been experimenting with the Mark Three project. Details of modifications will be distributed later. However, I am anxious that you should see immediately the remarkable results that I have achieved, and to that end I have arranged this demonstration. DOCTOR: (sotto) A Dalek. HARRY: (sotto) What? DOCTOR: (sotto) A Dalek. Very primitive but undeniably a Dalek. RONSON: (sotto) You're mistaken. It's a Mark Three travel machine. DOCTOR: (sotto) If you say so. DAVROS: Halt. Turn left. Move forward. RONSON: That's magnificent. He's perfected voice control. DAVROS: Turn right. Move forward and circle left. You will agree, I think, that voice control represents an enormous step forward, however the best is yet to come. Nyder. DAVROS: Our machine is now equipped with a wapon for self-defence. Now, I am going to turn the machine over to total self-control. It will be entirely independent of all outside influences. A living, thinking, self-supporting creature. DAVROS: Brilliant. Brilliant! It has detected the non-conformity. DALEK: Aliens. I must exterminate. Exterminate. RONSON: No! DAVROS: You dare to interfere! You have the audacity to interrupt one of my experiments? RONSON: But it would have destroyed him. DAVROS: So you think the saving of a worthless life more important than the progress we have made? My creature showed a natural desire, an instinct to destroy, and you interceded! You will be punished for this! RONSON: Davros, I'm sorry, but I believe that these prisoners, they could be extremely valuable. By all means, when I have my questions, let the machine do what it likes with them, but I do need to interrogate them further. DAVROS: You will be punished for insubordination. In the meantime, you may question the prisoners until first light. After that, they will be used to resume the experiment. This meeting is ended. DOCTOR: Thank you. I am obliged to you. RONSON: I was merely doing my duty. I believe that you have knowledge which could be of the greatest assistance to us. But if you don't cooperate, then it is certain that Davros will use you as an experiment with his machine in a few hours time. NYDER: The prisoners are to be taken to the cells. You can continue questioning them there. Davros orders it. SARAH: Where are we? SEVRIN: We're inside the Thal dome. We should be lucky to be alive. The Thals normally kll on sight. SARAH: Then why the change? Why bring us here? SEVRIN: Perhaps they need slve workers for some project. KALED: The muto is right. The work they're making us do kills with the same certainty as a bllet between the eyes. SARAH: What work? KALED: The Thals have built a rocket. They've used up all their manpower and resources. They're gambling that it's going to bring them victory in one blow. And if they can make the launch successfully, I don't see how they're going to fail. My race, the whole of the Kaled people, will be wiped out in seconds. SEVRIN: Perhaps we should be happy to welcome such a wapon if it ends a thousand years of wr. KALED: You won't be when you find out what it is. SARAH: Well, what is it? KALED: The nose cone of the rocket is being packed with distronic explsive. We have to put it in position. SARAH: So? KALED: To reduce weight, they're using no protective shielding. Every load we carry exposes us to distronic toxaemia. After a few hours exposure, we'll all be dad. SARAH: We'd better think of something, hadn't we. SARAH: Well, now what's happening? KALED: The rest period's over. We start loading again. I've already done one load since I was captured. SARAH: All right, don't push. HARRY: You all right? DOCTOR: Looks like I might be. HARRY: What happened? DOCTOR: They took down reams of notes, every bit of scientific gobbledygook I could think of. Technical jargon that even I didn't understand. HARRY: That'll keep their experts tied up for weeks. DOCTOR: Yes. And I learnt a great deal more from them than they did from me. HARRY: About this bunker? DOCTOR: Yes. HARRY: It is underground, isn't it. DOCTOR: Yes, and bmb proof. Impregnable from attck from the outside and about three or four miles from the Kaled dome. HARRY: What are they doing down here? DOCTOR: Years ago the Kaled government decided to form an Elite group. The best scientific brains in every field. HARRY: A sort of Think tnk. DOCTOR: Yes. But over the years the Elite has become more and more powerful, and now they can demand whatever they like. RONSON (OOV.): Open up. HARRY: Perhaps this is the tea? RONSON: There's no need to wait. I am armed. RONSON: I'm sorry if they hurt you. I lack the courage to interfere. DOCTOR: But you did save me from becoming the very first victim of a Dalek, thank you. RONSON: Yes, now you used that word earlier. It had never been heard before. And yet only an hour ago, Davros announced that henceforth his Mark Three travel machine would be referred to as a Dalek. Now how could you have known that? DOCTOR: Well, I have an advantage in terms of time. You see, we've come here at this time because of future concern about the development of the Dalek. I think you're concerned too, aren't you? DOCTOR: (sotto) I think he's going to bite. RONSON: Yes, I am concerned, and there are a few other who think the same as I. But we're powerless. DOCTOR: Then let us help you. RONSON: You see, we believe that Davros has changed the direction of our research into something which is immoral, evil. You see, the Elite was formed to produce wapon that would end this wr. We soon saw that this was futile and changed the direction of our research into the survival of our race. But our chemical wapon had already started to produce genetic mutations. HARRY: And the mutations were banished out into the wastelands. RONSON: Yes. DOCTOR: The mutos. RONSON: Now Davros, he believed that there was no way to reverse this trend and so he started experiments to establish our final mutational form. He took living cells, treated them with chemicals and produced the ultimate creature. Come with me. RONSON: Now this is what the Kaleds will become. RONSON: That is our future. DOCTOR: You've got troubles. SARAH: We have to do something now. If we work another shift, we won't have the strength to take any kind of action. KALED: Action? What do you mean? SARAH: I mean we've got to get out of here. SEVRIN: It's not possible. SARAH: Why? The guard's not expecting trouble from a group of exhausted slve worker. KALED: So we get out into the rocket silo. Where then? The only other exit goes out through a command point, and that's going to be crawling with Thal troops. SARAH: There is another way. SEVRIN: Where? SARAH: Straight up. The scaffolding. It goes right up to the nose cone of the rocket. Now, if we could get up there, then there's a chance we could get out onto the surface of the dome. KALED: It wouldn't be too difficult getting down again. The angle of the dome is quite gentle. SEVRIN: That scaffolding! I mean, it's so high. SARAH: It's the only way. It's our only chance. KALED: I'd rather die taking a chance like that than rot away in here with distronic toxaemia. SARAH: Okay, I'll pass the word to the others. DOCTOR: Go on, Ronson. RONSON: Well, knowing our ultimate form, Davros had to devise a travel machine. The Dalek. DOCTOR: Now he's trying to change that into a wapon. RONSON: And he's succeeding. He's created a monster, utterly devoid of conscience. HARRY: And you want to stop him. RONSON: Well, I must. There are a few in the Kaled government who still have the power to act. If they knew the truth, they would end Davros' power, close down this bunker, finish the Elite. DOCTOR: Then go to them, Ronson, go to them. RONSON: But I'm not allowed in the city. Security here is absolute. DOCTOR: Then help us to escape. Give us the names of the men who have the power. HARRY: Could you get us out of here? RONSON: Well, there is a way through one of the secondary ducts in the ventilation system that leads to a cave at the edge of the wasteland. HARRY: Well? RONSON: The entrance is barred. And there's something else. Davros' early experiments were with animals. Some of the things that he created were horrific, and they're still alive. DOCTOR: And I have an uneasy feeling you're going to tell me they're in that cave. SARAH: Shush. Quickly. RONSON: These are the people you should try to contact. HARRY: Right-o. RONSON: Look, if anything at all should happen DOCTOR: Don't worry, don't worry. We won't let it fall into the wrong hands. RONSON: Quick! SARAH: Come on. DOCTOR: Here's where it comes out into the cave. DOCTOR: Shush. What was that? HARRY: Probably one of Davros' pets. KALED: That's the alarm. They'll be after us in a minute. Come on! SEVRIN: They're coming up after us. You must keep moving. You must. SARAH: I can't. I can't move. SEVRIN: Come on. You must.	{"type": "series", "show": "Doctor Who", "episode": "12x12 - Genesis of the Daleks - part 2"}	foreverdreaming
Genesis of the Daleks by: Terry Nation Part Three Original Air Date: 22 March 1975 Running time: 22:38 SEVRIN: Are you all right? SARAH: I think so. SEVRIN: We must go on, Sarah. It's our only chance. SEVRIN: That section of the roof slides out. We can get to it from the top of the rocket. SARAH: We've got to get across first. SEVRIN: We'll have to jump. Now I'll go first, you follow and I'll catch you. SEVRIN: Come on, Sarah. Come on! You've got to do it, do you hear me? Jump! SEVRIN: We're nearly there. Just a bit more and we're out on the surface of the dome and safe. SARAH: Yes. SOLDIER: That's far enough. Right, come on back down here. SOLDIER: Now you. Come on, move! I'll get her. SOLDIER: Give me your hand. Come on. SOLDIER: If I should just slacken my grip. They say that people who fall from great heights are dad before they ht the ground. I don't believe that, do you? SOLDIER: You're going back to work. In a day or so, you'll wish I had let you drop. Right, get over. DOCTOR: It's lighter this way. HARRY: Looks as though we've made it. DOCTOR: Look. HARRY: It must be the way through to the wastelands. HARRY: Doctor, quick! My leg! Quick! Pull it out, Doctor. HARRY: Quick, it's pulling me in! DOCTOR: Easy, easy. HARRY: Get that thing off. DOCTOR: One of Davros' experiments? HARRY: Magna poluris. (I think) DOCTOR: What? HARRY: Latin. DOCTOR: Never mind the Latin, let's have a look at your foot. Nothing seems to be broken. It's incredible. You have some bruises though, Harry. HARRY: Why is it always me who puts a foot in it? DOCTOR: You'll be all right. Can you stand up? HARRY: I think so. DOCTOR: Let's get out of here. HARRY: We must look out for Sarah. She's out there somewhere. DOCTOR: We'll find her. We've got to contact the Kaled leaders first. HARRY: Try again, they're pretty corroded. DALEK: We await your commands. DAVROS: Excellent, excellent. KAVELL: Perfect, Davros, perfect. A brilliant creation. DAVROS: A brilliant creation, yes, but perfect, no. Not yet. I want improvements made to the optical systems and the sensory circuits. Their instincts must be as accurate as a scientific instrument. You will begin at once. Dismantle the viewer circuit. KAVELL: Does Davros know the prisoners have escaped? RONSON: I don't know what you mean. The prisoners are in their cell. KAVELL: Don't worry, I won't betray you. You're not the only one concerned about the morality of the work we are doing here. Now answer me. Does Davros know they've gone? RONSON: The prisoners are in the detention room for further interrogation. KAVELL: Well, I have news for you. They've reached the city and made contact with the leaders whose names you gave them. RONSON: How do you know? KAVELL: There is some advantage in being in charge of the communication system. All we can hope for now is that they convince the leaders that Davros' work here must be ended. RONSON: They must. They must! MOGRAN: My fellow councillors, I've asked you two assemble here and not in our House of Congress as our meeting is of a most secret nature. There are no listening devices here, are there, Ravon? RAVON: Not that I know of, Mogran. MOGRAN: Doctor, will you please tell the councillors what you have told me? DOCTOR: Yes, of course, and some of what I will tell you relates to events in the future. Not only on this planet but also on others whose existence you don't even know of. But my knowledge is scientific fact. Now, Davros has created a machine creature, a monster which will terrorise and destroy millions and millions of lives and lands throughout all eternity. He has given this machine a name, a Dalek. It is a word new to you, but for a thousand generations it is a name that will bring fear and terror. Now undoubtedly Davros has one of the finest scientific minds in existence, but he has a fanatical desire to perpetuate himself in his machine. He works without conscience, without soul, without pity, and his machines are equally devoid of these qualities. GUARD: What's the matter with her? SEVRIN: She's tired. She needs rest. GUARD: This is the last consignment. When that's packed aboard she'll get all the rest she needs. Now pick up your loads! NYDER: I've just had word from one of our supporters in the Dome. Councillor Mogran has called a secret meeting. The only councillors invited are known opponents of the work we are doing here in the bunker. DAVROS: I want a full report on everything that was discussed. I don't care how you get the information, get it. However, I think we need not be too concerned. Many times in the last fifty years, factions of the government have tried to interfere with my research here. They have failed. They will fail again. NYDER: There's something else. The two prisoners in Ronson's charge, they've been seen at the dome. They are at the meeting. DAVROS: Impossible! There is no escape from here. NYDER: I've checked their cells. They are missing. DAVROS: Find out how they escaped and report to me immediately. NYDER: What action shall I take concerning Ronson? DAVROS: For the moment, none. I will deal with him in my own way. RAVON: That was a very impressive speech, Doctor. DOCTOR: Yes, it was meant to be. HARRY: Let's hope it's convinced them. DOCTOR: Yes, let's hope so, Harry. Sometimes words aren't enough. HARRY: Well, they seem to have reached a decision. MOGRAN: I'm afraid, Doctor, the councillors could not agree to halt all experimentation at the bunker. HARRY: The councillors are fools. MOGRAN: Let me finish, please. It has been agreed that an independent tribunal will investigate all work that is being done at the bunker. DOCTOR: But that could take months! Davros already has several prototype Daleks ready for action. MOGRAN: It has also been agreed that pending the investigation, Davros' experiments will be suspended. DOCTOR: It is less than I'd hoped for. MOGRAN: And I promise you, Doctor, if your allegations are borne out, all work at the bunker will be closed down. DOCTOR: Thank you. MOGRAN: And now I must go with my committee and inform Davros of our decision. HARRY: Now I think it's high time we looked for Sarah, don't you? RAVON: The one you left behind in the wastelands? HARRY: Yes. You have some news of her? RAVON: I can't be certain, you understand, but our agents inside the Thal dome report a newly arrived girl prisoner who led an attempted breakout. Gave the Thals quite a bit of trouble. HARRY: That'll be her. DOCTOR: In the Thal dome, you say? RAVON: The Thals are using prisoners to load their last great rocket. HARRY: Rocket? RAVON: They think they'll win the wr with it. What they don't know is that no matter how powerful their rocket, it cannot penetrate our protective dome. Only a matter of months ago, Davros perfected a new substance which has the strength of thirty foot thick reinforced concrete. DOCTOR: Yes, yes, well never mind about that. Could you help us to find Sarah? RAVON: One of my agents could lead you into the service shafts underneath the Thal city. DOCTOR: Oh, good, good. RAVON: But after that you're strictly on your own. HARRY: Fair enough. RAVON: Right, I'll give you a map showing how to reach the rocket silo area. DOCTOR: Thank you. HARRY: Well, Doctor, looks as though we've got to cross the wastelands again. DOCTOR: Yes, and that's when our troubles really begin. DAVROS: An investigation? But of course, Mogran. I welcome any inquiry into our work here. I think the idea is an excellent one. The Kaled people sacrifice much so that we should have the materials we need. They have the right to know how our work is progressing. And when they learn of our achievements, their patriotism will be refired. It is vital that our soldiers know that they and we of the Elite are as one, working together to bring the final victory. MOGRAN: I'm grateful that you've accepted this decision so, so patriotically. There's one thing more. Until the inquiry, all work is to be suspended. DAVROS: If that is your wish, then naturally I will obey. It will take some time to close down certain pieces of equipment. Shall we say, er, twenty four hours? MOGRAN: Twelve. DAVROS: It will be difficult, but it will be done. MOGRAN: The members of the tribunal will arrive in that time. Thank you, Davros, for your cooperation. DAVROS: It is simply my duty. The inquiry will reveal nothing, except our loyalty and total dedication to the cause of the Kaled people. NYDER: We cannot allow this investigation. They cannot fail to see the dangers to themselves in the Dalek project. DAVROS: Calm yourself, Nyder. There will be no investigation. NYDER: But you can't stop it now. DAVROS: I can and will! The council has signed the death warrant of the whole of the Kaled people. Only we, the Elite, we and the Daleks will go on. NYDER: The whole of the Kaled people? You would go that far? DAVROS: Did you ever doubt it? NYDER: No. DAVROS: There is much to do. I want the genetically conditioned creatures installed in the machines immediately. Twenty of them. NYDER: Twenty? DAVROS: They are our troops in this battle for survival. NYDER: But they're still very erratic, unstable. DAVROS: They will not be allowed self control. I will prepare a computer programme that will limit their actions. After that, we are going on a journey. HARRY: What's Davros doing here in the Thal city? DOCTOR: Shush. DAVROS (OOV.): And I am no longer influenced by DAVROS: Words such as patriotism and nationalism. My concern is only for peace, an end to this carnage that has virtually destroyed both our races. COUNCILLOR: Why aren't you telling this to your own government and people? DAVROS: I have tried. Time and again, I have tried. But now they will be satisfied with nothing other than total annihilation of the Thal people. COUNCILLOR: Then they deserve to perish, and perish they will when we launch our rocket. It's primed and ready. The countdown for fring can begin immediately. DAVROS: And it will fail. COUNCILLOR: It can't fail. DAVROS: The Kaled dome cannot be penetrated. Your great rocket will hardly scratch it. DAVROS: This is the measure of my faith. Nyder. NYDER: It is a simple chemical formula. If the substance is loaded into atillery shells and fired onto the surface of the Kaled dome, it will weaken the molecular structure and make it brittle. Your rocket will then be able to penetrate without resistance. COUNCILLOR: Why are you giving us this information? You know that your own people, the Kaleds, will be utterly exterminated. DAVROS: No price is too great to pay for peace. I only ask that when the wr is over I be allowed to help in the reconstruction of our planet. NYDER: We want only to see the conflict brought to an end. This formula give you the power to bring that about. DAVROS: By dawn tomorrow, our world could be at peace. NYDER: You think they believed you? DAVROS: It is unimportant. They are hungry for victory. They will use the formula and fre their rocket no matter what they believe my motives to be. And when they do, Nyder, when they do. COUNCILLOR: I've given orders that a barrage of shells containing the formula should begin as soon as possible. The rocket launch can begin immediately. And now I'll arrange your safe escort out of the city. HARRY: Doctor, somehow we've got to warn Mogran and the other Kaled leaders. DOCTOR: Yes, and we haven't found Sarah yet. Come on. DOCTOR: Excuse me, can you help me? I'm a spy. DOCTOR: Their suits, Harry. SARAH: The rocket's loaded. Why are they still keeping us here? SEVRIN: Why take the trouble to move us? It's easier to leave us here. Yes, but when it's fired, the exhaust blast will burn us up. SARAH: Harry! Doctor! DOCTOR: You all right, Sarah? SARAH: Oh, I am now. Listen, we've got to get out of here. The Thals are going to launch this rocket. DOCTOR: Yes, yes, I know. Listen. I want you and Harry to go back to the Kaled dome. Harry knows the way. Tell them all we know. There's a chance if they launch and all-out offensive I might be able to stop the rocket. SARAH: What are you going to do? DOCTOR: Try to sabotage it, or at least delay it. Off you go. SARAH: Right. DOCTOR: Good luck. SARAH: Sevrin, you come with us. DOCTOR: Well, don't just stand there. Come on, you're free! Go now while you've got the chance. Come on! (The rest of the mutos shamble out and the Doctor goes over to the rocket. Harry leads them back to the hatch in the floor. Sarah goes down first, followed by Sevrin and Harry. Then Thal guards arrive and sh*t down into the opening. While the Doctor continues to inspect the rocket, the guard comes round and reaches for a button on a panel. Electricity clamps the Doctor to the base of the scaffolding.)	{"type": "series", "show": "Doctor Who", "episode": "12x13 - Genesis of the Daleks - part 3"}	foreverdreaming
Genesis of the Daleks by: Terry Nation Part Four Original Air Date: 29 March 1975 Running time: 23:38 COUNCILLOR: It's working. The Kaled dome is breaking up. Start the countdown for the rocket launch. DOCTOR: No, you mustn't. KAVELL: How could the Thals have found the formula to destroy our dome? NYDER: Someone has betrayed us. KAVELL: That's impossible. Only a handful of us knew the formula. No member of the Elite would have given the secret to the Thals. DAVROS: Nevertheless, someone has, and his treachery has resulted in the total extermination of our people. DOCTOR: I sent Harry and Sarah in there. DAVROS: Switch if off. We will avenge the annihilation of our people with a retaliation so massive, so merciless, that it will live in history.) DAVROS: Let the vengeance begin with the death of the arch traitor, the Thal spy Ronson! RONSON: No! Davros. DAVROS: Exterminate! Exterminate! RONSON: No. DAVROS: Exterminate! RONSON: No! No! DAVROS: Today, the Kaled race is ended, consumed in a fre of wr, but from its ashes will rise a new race, the supreme creature, the ultimate conqueror of the universe, the Dalek! The action you take today is the beginning of a journey that will take the Daleks to their destiny of universal and absolute supremacy. You have been conditioned and programmed to complete a task. You will now carry out that programme. DALEK: We obey. COUNCILLOR: A thousand years of wr, and now its ended. Listen, the people, they know already. COUNCILLOR: Gentlemen, there's a great deal to be done. I must speak to the people. There must be a victory parade. And as for him, he must be punished. No, let us now show that whilst we were ruthless in wr, we are generous in victory. Let all prisoners be freed, charges against them dropped. Issue that statement at once. BETTAN: Did you have friends in the Kaled city? DOCTOR: Yes. Two people very dear to me. I sent them into that holocaust. BETTAN: What will you do now? DOCTOR: Start again. Try and find a way to complete what I set out to do and stop the development of the Daleks. BETTAN: Daleks? DOCTOR: Yes. Machine creatures that Davros is developing. Monsters. BETTAN: Davros? No, you're wrong. It was he who told us how to destroy the Kaled dome. His only interest is in achieving peace. DOCTOR: Let me tell you something. The Kaled government was on the point of stopping Davros' experiments, and rather than let that happen, he helped you to destroy his own race. BETTAN: You'll never convince my people of that. Davros is a hero. DOCTOR: Yes, for how long, I wonder. BETTAN: I must go. Under the general amnesty, you're free to leave whenever you want. DOCTOR: Thank you. DAVROS: That outlines the chromosomal variations to be introduced into the embryo Daleks. It is to be implemented at once, Gharman. GHARMAN: Davros, this will create enormous mental defects. DAVROS: Not defects, improvements. GHARMAN: It'll mean creatures without conscience, no sense of right or wrong, no pity. They'll be without feeling or emotion. DAVROS: Correct. Now see that my orders are carried out. GHARMAN: But you DAVROS: Without question, Gharman. DAVROS: Well? NYDER: The Daleks are in position. They will act on your command. DAVROS: I see no reason to delay any longer. THAL: Peace! Thank you! DALEK: Exterminate. Exterminate! DALEK (OOV.): Exterminate! BETTAN: What are they? DOCTOR: Keep back. Get out of sight. DOCTOR: We've got to get out of the Thal dome. BETTAN: Are those the Daleks? DOCTOR: Out into the wastelands. Do you know a way? DOCTOR: Good. Yes, they are the Daleks. Come on, lead the way. DAVROS: The beginning, only the beginning. From this moment, all other research must cease. Absolute priority is to be given to the building of my Dalek force. Nothing, absolutely nothing, must delay this glorious project! (Meanwhile, the smoking shell of the Kaled dome falls in on itself. DALEK (OOV.): Exterminate! Exterminate! BETTAN: Oh, there was no need to go that far. When our leaders saw they were beaten they should have surrendered. DOCTOR: Perhaps they did. But Daleks accept no terms. They're programmed to wipe the Thals from the face of this planet. BETTAN: But there must be some who'll escape, some survivors? DOCTOR: A few, perhaps, but they need to be grouped into some kind of fighting force to strike the bunker. BETTAN: What? DOCTOR: Well, destroy Davros and you destroy the Daleks. BETTAN: What chance do we have against them? DOCTOR: It's your only chance. Will you do it? BETTAN: Yes. DOCTOR: Good girl. I'm going to try and get back into the bunker now. BETTAN: Alone? DOCTOR: Good luck. (Mutos pounce on the Doctor. One lift a large rock to ht him with when he is tackled by Harry. Sevrin scared off the others. SARAH: All right? HARRY: Yes. SARAH: Doctor? DOCTOR: Harry! HARRY: Hello. DOCTOR: Sarah! I can hardly believe it. SARAH: What's the matter with you? DOCTOR: I thought you were in the Kaled dome when it was ht. SARAH: We didn't get there. HARRY: No. No, you see, halfway across the wastelands we were attcked by a band of mutos. SARAH: And that's when the rocket was launched. HARRY: And then when the Kaled dome exploded SARAH: The mutos just ran for their lives. HARRY: Well, of course, I knew you'd try to get back into the bunker through the cave. DOCTOR: You were absolutely right, Harry. It's vital we go back into the bunker. SARAH: Why? HARRY: Because they took the Time Ring. DOCTOR: The bracelet that the Time Lord gave me is our lifeline. Without it we can never escape from this planet. GHARMAN: I wonder if you'd have a look at this. I'm having a problem with the dimensional thought circuit. GHARMAN: (sotto) We must stop the Daleks, Kavell. KAVELL: (sotto) I don't want to get involved. You saw what happened to Ronson. Davros wouldn't hesitate to have us klled if he suspected we were plotting against him. GHARMAN: (sotto) Then we must make our plans so he won't suspect anything. KAVELL: (sotto) Elite troops will stay loyal to him. GHARMAN: (sotto) That's not important! If the whole of the scientific corps act against Davros, he can't proceed. We can then demand that the Dalek project is halted. His whole concept is monstrous. It's evil and immoral. KAVELL: (sotto) What do you want me to do? GHARMAN: (sotto) Spread the word. Convince those who waver how vital it is that the whole Dalek project be ended. KAVELL: (sotto) I'll do what I can. DOCTOR: Sevrin, would you do something for us, something important? SEVRIN: Yes. DOCTOR: Over in the Kaled trenches there's a Thal, a girl named Bettan. She's trying to form a resistance group. Join her with as many of your own people as you can get. Their idea is to knock out the bunker. SEVRIN: Do you think they'll get away with it? DOCTOR: It'll keep the Elite's troops occupied while I try to find a weakness of the Daleks. SEVRIN: Okay. Good luck, Doctor. SARAH: Sevrin, thank you. SARAH: What was that? DOCTOR: Oh, just one of Davros' experiments. We'd better stick close together. HARRY: You're not scared, are you? SARAH: Of course not. HARRY: I am. NYDER: Gharman, I must talk to you. It's of vital importance. GHARMAN: Not now, I'm busy. NYDER: Then soon. And somewhere we can talk in private. GHARMAN: What's this about, Nyder? NYDER: You know that I have served Davros faithfully for many years. I've never questioned anything he has ever done. But he has become a megalomaniac. He's ready to sacrifice everything and everyone, including us, just so that the Dalek project can be completed. GHARMAN: You're not alone in your fears. Where can we meet in safety? NYDER: The only place Davros never goes is the lower level. GHARMAN: Well, there's the detention room down there. GHARMAN: Good. I'll meet you there as soon as I can. DOCTOR: Not much further. The entrance to the ventilation duct must be just through here. HARRY: Are you sure, Doctor? It doesn't look familiar. DOCTOR: Look out, Harry! DOCTOR: Jump! SARAH: I'll never eat oysters again. DOCTOR: They're not very fast. HARRY: It's obviously why Davros discarded them. DOCTOR: Come on, we're there. SARAH: Listen, I've been down tunnels before and I've just had a rather nasty thought. DOCTOR: Really? SARAH: Yes. Suppose something's waiting for us in there. DOCTOR: That is nasty. Better not tell Harry, he's gone first. GHARMAN: Nyder? NYDER: I had to be sure it was you. GHARMAN: We'll make this as quick as we can. I don't want to be missed. NYDER: What are we going to do? GHARMAN: Now look, a number of the scientist believe as we do. When we have enough strength on our side, we'll then give to Davros an ultimatum. NYDER: What ultimatum do you suggest? GHARMAN: That we will only continue with the work on the Daleks if he restores the brain cells, the conscience. The creature must have a moral sense, a judgment of right and wrong. In fact, all the qualities that we believe are essential in ourselves. NYDER: And if he doesn't accept that ultimatum? GHARMAN: Then we will destroy all the work that has been done. Everything. It'll be as though the Dalek were never created. NYDER: Right, I'll try and get some of the military Elite on our side. Who can you count on? GHARMAN: Kavell, Frenton, and Parran, but there'll be more soon, I'm sure of it. NYDER: Thank you. That's what I wanted to know. DAVROS: That information will prove most helpful. DAVROS: A pity. He has a good scientific mind. NYDER: Shall I kll him? DAVROS: No. A little surgery on the brain will remove these stupid emotions and still allow us to make use of his inventive skills. NYDER: And the other plotters? DAVROS: The same for them. But we must move carefully, not force their hands. Let us learn who are our allies and who are our enemies. Leave Gharman here, safely locked away. DAVROS: What was that? NYDER: It's coming from over there. There's somebody in the ventilator shaft. DAVROS: Welcome back. DOCTOR: You were right, Sarah, about there being something nasty waiting for us. DAVROS: I have read the initial reports of your interrogation. The suggestion that you have travelled through space and time was utterly dismissed by the computer analysis. DOCTOR: I imagine it had never been programmed for such a concept. DAVROS: Precisely. I, however, I am perhaps more flexible. Though the power of such travel is beyond my scientific comprehension, it is not beyond my imagination. Why did you come here? DOCTOR: To stop the development of the Daleks. DAVROS: Why? DOCTOR: Because having lived in what you would call the future, I have seen the carnage and destruction they have caused. DAVROS: Then my Daleks do go on. They do survive. DOCTOR: Yes, as wapon of hate and machines of wr. DAVROS: Fascinating. DOCTOR: But there's still time to change all that. Why not make them a force for good throughout the universe? DAVROS: I could do it. DOCTOR: Then do it. Be remembered for that. DAVROS: You have seen my Daleks in battle? DOCTOR: Many times. I've fought against them. DAVROS: And do they win? Do they always win? DOCTOR: Not always. They have been defeated, but never utterly defeated. The Dalek menace always remains. DAVROS: If, as you say, they become the supreme creatures of wr, how can they lose? How can they fail? DOCTOR: Misfortune, lack of information, sometimes overwhelming opposition. DAVROS: Yes, but tell me, how do the Daleks fail? DOCTOR: No, Davros, that is a question that the future must keep secret. DAVROS: What mistakes do they make? You will tell me! DOCTOR: No. DAVROS: You will tell me! DOCTOR: No, I will not! DAVROS: Nyder. DAVROS: You will tell me because you have a weakness that I have totally eliminated from the minds of the Daleks so they will always be superior. A weakness that will make you give me the knowledge to change the future. You are afflicted with a conscience. BETTAN: We don't have much of a fighting force. SEVRIN: I'm afraid my people won't be much help. They don't like fighting. BETTAN: At least we have wapon and a fair amount of explsives, too. SEVRIN: Are you going to attck the main entrance to the bunker? BETTAN: As long as there are people inside risking their lives to destroy the Daleks, that's the least we can do. SEVRIN: When will you attck? BETTAN: As soon as we've rested and picked up any stragglers. SEVRIN: But they need your help now! BETTAN: We must wait until we have the strongest possible force. Then we'll att*ck. DAVROS: Nyder. Let me tell you what is going to happen. You will answer my questions. You will answer them carefully and precisely. The instruments to which you are wired are particularly sensitive. They will detect instantly any attempt to lie. DOCTOR: And if I do lie? DAVROS: If you lie, your friends will suffer. I can create in their bodies all the torments and agonies ever known. SARAH: Don't tell him, Doctor! DAVROS: Now, you will tell me the reason for every Dalek defeat. With that knowledge, I will programme them. With that knowledge, they will know their errors and how to avoid them. With that knowledge, there shall be no defeats! We will begin. DOCTOR: Davros, if I tell you what you want to know, I betray millions of people in the future. I can't do that. DAVROS: But you can! You will tell me. You will tell me! You will tell me!	{"type": "series", "show": "Doctor Who", "episode": "12x14 - Genesis of the Daleks - part 4"}	foreverdreaming
Genesis of the Daleks by: Terry Nation Part Five Original Air Date: 5 April 1975 Running time: 23:27 HARRY: Doctor, please, don't tell. Doctor. DOCTOR: All right, all right! Just leave them alone. DOCTOR: The Dalek invasion of the Earth in the year 2000 was foiled because of an attempt by the Daleks to mine the core of the planet. The magnetic properties of the Earth were... Mars... the Daleks were defeated by a virus that attcked the insulation on the cables in their electrical systems. ...In the space year seventeen thousand was halted by the intervention of a fleet of wr rockets from the planet Hyperon. The rockets were made of a metal that was completely resistant to Dalek firepower. The Dalek Task Force was completely destroyed. DAVROS: This seems an opportune moment to end this session. Nyder. Release the prisoners. Take them to the detention area. DAVROS: Interrogation will continue later. And I must thank you, Doctor. What you have told me will be invaluable. DAVROS: All this information, this foreknowledge, will be programmed into the Dalek memory banks. Take them away. DAVROS: Doctor, stay a moment. Sit down. Let us talk together now, not as prisoner and captor, but as men of science. There is so much I wish to know. Nyder, take charge of the tape. NYDER: Immediately, Davros. DAVROS: It will be your responsibility, and remember, it is priceless. It's value beyond computation. SARAH: Ah, thank you. HARRY: Who are you? GHARMAN: My name's Gharman. HARRY: Gharman? GHARMAN: Until a few hours ago I was head of the Military Elite Scientific Corps. SARAH: And now you're a prisoner like us? What happened? GHARMAN: Wait. GHARMAN: I was trying to organise a movement against Davros. He found out. Now, what's happening out there? Has there been any attempt to take away control from Davros? SARAH: Not that we know of. GHARMAN: Nothing? HARRY: He's still very much in charge. GHARMAN: I don't understand. You see, Davros tricked me into giving him the names of the group who were plotting against him. Have there not been mass arrests by now? Executions? SARAH: It all seemed pretty quiet out there. GHARMAN: But Davros knows that we're planning action against him. Why hasn't he moved to stop it? Why? HARRY: Perhaps that'd be too obvious, even for Davros. GHARMAN: Well, if that's true, he's being too clever for his own good. Every moment he delays, our movement grows in strength. SARAH: I hope you're right. GHARMAN: I know I am. Many of us believe that production of the Daleks must end. I believe now that we are in the majority. If we act soon, we can break his power. HARRY: We're not in much of a position to act at the moment, are we. GHARMAN: If only I could get word to them now. SOLDIER: Halt! State your business. KAVELL: I wish to question the prisoners. SOLDIER: Nobody is allowed to communicate with the prisoners unless they have a pass signed by Davros. SOLDIER: Stay where you are! KAVELL: I seem to have mislaid it. I'll come back later. DAVROS: Now, future errors will be eradicated. Defeats will become victories. You have changed the future of the universe, Doctor. DOCTOR: I have betrayed the future. Davros, for the last time, consider what you're doing. Stop the development of the Daleks. DAVROS: Impossible. It is beyond my control. The workshops are already fully automated to produce the Dalek machines. DOCTOR: It's not the machines, it's the minds of the creatures inside them. Minds that you created. They are totally evil. DAVROS: Evil? No. No, I will not accept that. They are conditioned simply to survive. They can survive only by becoming the dominant species. When all other life forms are suppressed, when the Daleks are the supreme rulers of the universe, then you will have peace. Wars will end. They are the power not of evil, but of good. DOCTOR: Davros, if you had created a virus in your laboratory, something contagious and infectious that klled on contact, a virus that would destroy all other forms of life, would you allow its use? DAVROS: It is an interesting conjecture. DOCTOR: Would you do it? DAVROS: The only living thing, a microscopic organism reigning supreme. A fascinating idea. DOCTOR: But would you do it? DAVROS: Yes. Yes. To hold in my hand a capsule that contains such power, to know that life and death on such a scale was my choice. To know that the tiny pressure on my thumb, enough to break the glass, would end everything. Yes, I would do it! That power would set me up above the gods. And through the Daleks, I shall have that power! DAVROS: Release me. DOCTOR: No, Davros. DAVROS: Don't touch that switch. DOCTOR: Why not? DAVROS: It controls my life support systems. I could not survive thirty seconds without them. DOCTOR: Order the destruction of the incubator section. DAVROS: Destroy the Daleks? Never. DOCTOR: I mean it, Davros. Next time I press that switch, it stays pressed. Now give the order! DAVROS: Even if I do this, there will be no escape for you. DOCTOR: I'll take that chance. Now give the order. DAVROS: Press the communicator switch. DAVROS: This is Davros. Elite unit seven will go to the incubator room. All survival maintenance systems are to be closed down. The Dalek creatures are to be destroyed. DOCTOR: Tell them the order cannot be countermanded. DAVROS: This order cannot DAVROS: This is Davros, this is Davros. My last order is cancelled, repeat, cancelled. No action is to be taken. NYDER: What do you want done with this? DAVROS: For the moment he must be kept alive. He has knowledge that is vital to our future, and I will drain every last detail of it from his mind. And then, he will learn the true meaning of pain. NYDER: I will take him to the detention room. DAVROS: The dissidents. What progress are they making? NYDER: Feeling against you is rising. Many of the scientific corps are openly speaking against you. Even some of the military are joining them. DAVROS: As I expected. DAVROS: They will take action soon? NYDER: Almost certainly. They outnumber those of us who are loyal. Davros, why don't you let me take a squad of Elite men I can trust? In an hour, I could wipe out their leaders. DAVROS: You think like a soldier, Nyder. Rebellion is an idea in the mind. Suppress it, and it hides away and festers. No. My way is best. NYDER: As you wish. On your feet! DAVROS: All Dalek units! All Dalek units! DALEK: Davros has commanded all Dalek units to disengage and return to the bunker immediately. DALEK 2: I obey. BETTAN: Shush. There's something moving out there. SEVRIN: The whole of the Thal city is burning. The Daleks are moving through it, section by section, hunting down the survivors. BETTAN: Then there's no one left? SEVRIN: No, I covered a fairly large area and found no one. No one living, that is. BETTAN: So we're on our own. SEVRIN: You're still going to attck the main entrance though, aren't you? BETTAN: There's no point in delaying any longer. We'll move more safely under the cover of darkness. Come on, get ready, we're moving out. NYDER: Open up. HARRY: Not exactly as planned, Sarah. HARRY: How's the Doctor? SARAH: I don't know. HARRY: He's a bit groggy but he'll be all right. GHARMAN: Come on, Kavell, we've a lot to do. KAVELL: What about the guards? Suppose they won't come over to our side? GHARMAN: They'll be disarmed and held in custody until we've presented our ultimatum to Davros. DOCTOR: No, wait, wait. Davros knows what you're planning. I heard him talking to Nyder. GHARMAN: If he knows, why hasn't he taken action against us? KAVELL: Perhaps because he knows its futile. There are too many of us. DOCTOR: No, it's not that. I don't know what he's got prepared for you, but believe me, he's ready. GHARMAN: Well, even so, there'll still be too many for him. DOCTOR: Just be careful. Be careful. KAVELL: I think we can take care of things. Thanks for the warning. SARAH: No point in telling you to rest, I suppose? DOCTOR: No, there isn't. We've got to recover that Time Ring. SARAH: Because without it, we'll never get off this planet. But where is it? DOCTOR: It's on the desk in the main laboratory. And then there's that tape recording that Nyder took. We've got to get it back at all costs. It would make the Daleks invincible. Come on. GHARMAN: Ready? Now remember, we resort to volence only if there is no other way. GHARMAN: Stay perfectly still. Take their wapon. GHARMAN: No! That was stupid. A stupid waste of life. Our intention has always been to make a bloodless revolution. There's been enough of klling and volence. All right, take him away and lock him up with the others. GHARMAN: Start passing these out to our people. KAVELL: Gharman. Gharman, they're coming over to our side in droves. We've the backing of a good eighty percent now. GHARMAN: Good. Good. What about the hard core Davros people? KAVELL: They've all been rounded up. We're winning, Gharman. We're winning. GHARMAN: Then let's finish it off. NYDER: Davros, they're taking over. We must act quickly. In another hour they could be totally in control. Do you hear me, Davros? I have a dozen crack men hiding in section nine. Let me order them into action. Davros! DAVROS: I hear you. NYDER: Then what are we going to do? DAVROS: I want you to find their leaders and hand over your wapon to them. NYDER: Surrender? DAVROS: Order all members of the Elite guards still at liberty to do the same. NYDER: Do you know what you're saying? DAVROS: I know precisely what I am saying. Now, I will command and you will obey. You will do as I order! You will inform the rebel leaders that I have given these orders to avoid bloodshed. Tell them I submit, and will listen to their demands. That is all. NYDER: Then we are admitting that we're beaten. DAVROS: That is what they will believe. NYDER: You mean that DAVROS: You and they will find out exactly what I mean all in good time. Now carry out my orders. DOCTOR: Shush. DOCTOR: Useful. Ah. This is something rather more useful. SARAH: They're explsives, aren't they? DOCTOR: Yes. explsives and detonators. It seems almost providential. SARAH: Why? What are you going to use them for? DOCTOR: The Time Lord gave me three options. There's only one still open. Genocide. HARRY: Genocide? DOCTOR: Yes. I'm going to kll everything in the incubation room. I'm going to destroy the Daleks forever. GHARMAN: Where is Davros? KAVELL: You said that Davros had agreed to meet us here. NYDER: He'll be here. DAVROS: You have something to say to me? GHARMAN: Davros, we wish to make our views plain to you concerning our work here. DAVROS: With what authority do you speak? With whose backing? GHARMAN: We speak for virtually all the Elite scientific corps and many of the military. We represent the majority. DAVROS: Very well. Continue. GHARMAN: Nobody disputes that in the past, under your guidance, we've made incredible progress in many fields of science. DAVROS: You did not come here to flatter me. You came to offer an ultimatum. Confine yourself to the terms of that ultimatum. GHARMAN: Very well. The initial concept of the Dalek was to build a life support system and a travel machine for the creature that we know our race will ultimately evolve into. DAVROS: You disapprove of that? GHARMAN: No, but we believe that concept has been perverted. You have tampered with the genetic structuring of the creature to create a ruthless power for evil. We cannot permit this to continue. DAVROS: Then what do you suggest? GHARMAN: All work on Dalek projects is to cease immediately. The creatures that have been conditioned and programmed are to be destroyed. If these terms are met, we will then be proud to work under your guidance on the rebuilding of our society. DAVROS: And if I refuse? GHARMAN: If you refuse, you will be placed under arrest. The Daleks will be destroyed and our work here will then continue under a new, democratically elected leader. DAVROS: Have you finished? GHARMAN: Well? DAVROS: You might at least do me the courtesy of giving me time to consider. SARAH: The Daleks are in there? DOCTOR: The flesh and blood part of them. Indeed they are flesh and blood. HARRY: Some of them can move about. SARAH: Well, how do I see? DOCTOR: Press the button. DOCTOR: Pay it out quickly, Harry. SARAH: You're not going in there, are you? DOCTOR: They're harmless enough, I think. Just unpleasant. HARRY: You don't want me to come in, do you, Doctor? DOCTOR: There's no need, Harry. It just remains to put the charges where they'll do the most damage. It shouldn't take me more than a couple of minutes. DAVROS: I have made my decision. I accept your ultimatum. On one condition. GHARMAN: Go on. DAVROS: That you allow me to speak to a full meeting of the Elite, both scientific and military. Anyone you elect may speak against me. When this is done, a vote will be taken. I will abide by the decision of the majority. GHARMAN: You already know the decision of the majority. You will lose, Davros. DAVROS: With such confidence, you can hardly deny my request. It was you who introduced the word democracy. GHARMAN: Do we accept his proposition? GHARMAN: Very well, it's agreed. DAVROS: The meeting will take place in one hour from now. Arrange it. You may go. DAVROS: Ours is the victory, Nyder. We have won! They talk of democracy, freedom, fairness. Those are the creeds of cowards. The ones who will listen to a thousand viewpoints and try to satisfy them all. Achievement comes through absolute power, and power through strength. They have lost! SEVRIN: The entrance to the bunker is just beyond the next rise. That's where they must be heading. SARAH: What's taking him so long? HARRY: It's a very delicate operation, Sarah. Still, he should have finished by now. SARAH: Doctor? Doctor, are you all right? DOCTOR: Sarah!	{"type": "series", "show": "Doctor Who", "episode": "12x15 - Genesis of the Daleks - part 5"}	foreverdreaming
Genesis of the Daleks by: Terry Nation Part Six Original Air Date: 12 April 1975 Running time: 23:30 SARAH: Get it off! Get it off! SARAH: What are you waiting for? DOCTOR: Just touch these two strands together and the Daleks are finished. Have I that right? SARAH: To destroy the Daleks? You can't doubt it. DOCTOR: Well, I do. You see, some things could be better with the Daleks. Many future worlds will become allies just because of their fear of the Daleks. SARAH: But it isn't like that. DOCTOR: But the final responsibility is mine, and mine alone. Listen, if someone who knew the future pointed out a child to you and told you that that child would grow up totally evil, to be a ruthless dictator who would destroy millions of lives, could you then kll that child? SARAH: We're talking about the Daleks, the most evil creatures ever invented. You must destroy them. You must complete your mission for the Time Lords. DOCTOR: Do I have the right? Simply touch one wire against the other and that's it. The Daleks cease to exist. Hundreds of millions of people, thousands of generations can live without fear, in peace, and never even know the word Dalek. SARAH: Then why wait? If it was a disease or some sort of bacteria you were destroying, you wouldn't hesitate. DOCTOR: But I kll, wipe out a whole intelligent lifeform, then I become like them. I'd be no better than the Daleks. SARAH: Think of all the suffering there'll be if you don't do it. GHARMAN: Doctor! Doctor, I've been looking everywhere for you. Davros has agreed to our terms. HARRY: He submitted? GHARMAN: He did, but he asked only one thing. That he might be allowed to address a meeting of all the Elite, scientific and military. DOCTOR: He's going to put a case? GHARMAN: Yes, but a vote will be taken. It's a foregone conclusion. There'll be a complete landslide against any further development of the Daleks. We've won. DOCTOR: I'm grateful to you, Gharman. More grateful than I can tell you. GHARMAN: The meeting's about to begin. Will you come? DOCTOR: Yes. GHARMAN: Everybody is here, Davros. DAVROS: The issues are simple and clear cut. I have given my life's work to the survival of our race. The travel machine I designed, the Dalek, will give the creature into which we will mutate its only possibility of continued existence. GHARMAN: But you have deviated from that intention. You have introduced genetic changes that will alter the mutation into a creature without morals and without ethics. DAVROS: I have introduced aggression, without which no race can survive. GHARMAN: But aggression without a conscience. DAVROS: History will show that cooperation between different species is impossible. One race must survive all others, and to do this it must dominate. Ruthlessly. DAVROS: Now I intend that when all the bickering and battling is over, the supreme victor shall be our race, the Daleks. DAVROS: At this very moment, the production lines stand ready, totally automated, fully programmed. The Daleks are no longer dependant on us. The machinery is ready. They are a power in their own right. If any one of you would destroy everything that we have ever achieved, then here is a destruct button. DAVROS: Press it, and you will destroy this bunker and everything in it. Only this room will remain. Press it and you will wipe out our entire race, destroy the Daleks forever. Which of you will do it? DAVROS: You are men without courage. You have lost your right to survive. HARRY: (quietly) The Time Ring isn't here, Doctor. DOCTOR: (quietly) What? HARRY: (quietly) The Time Ring, it's not here. DAVROS: (quietly) Good. We have achieved the delay we needed. Wait a few minutes then check that everything is ready. GHARMAN: You have heard Davros' case. What he has not made clear is that there is another way. DAVROS: There is no other way! GHARMAN: Production of the Dalek can continue. We can destroy the genetically conditioned creatures and allow the mutation to follow its own course. Our race will survive if it deserves to survive, but let it have all the strengths and weaknesses that we have. Compassion and hate. Let it do good things and evil. But we cannot let it become an unfeeling, heartless machine. That is our choice. Now, we must decide. DOCTOR: (quietly) We've got to find that Time Ring. SARAH: (quietly) Doctor. DOCTOR: (quietly) Good girl, Sarah. Now all we need is the tape recording, so keep an eye on Nyder. DAVROS: You've heard our cases. I will give you two minutes to decide. Then you must answer not only to me, but to the future. DALEK: Advance. BETTAN: Right, bring out the explsives. Now, lay the charges on each of these main carriers. One charge for each beam should be enough. Are you quite sure this is the only way into the bunker? SEVRIN: Well, the only other way was from the Kaled dome, and your wr rocket caved that it. It can never be cleared. BETTAN: If we do the same here, we'll entomb the Daleks and those who created them. SEVRIN: But Sarah and the Doctor are inside. You'll give them a chance to get clear, won't you? BETTAN: I must blow the roof as soon as the charges are laid. I can't delay. If the Daleks find out what we are doing and attck, I don't have enough men or arms to stand them off. SEVRIN: How long? BETTAN: Thirty minutes, perhaps less. SEVRIN: Then I must get inside and try and warn them. BETTAN: That's up to you. But you must understand. If you're not back, I must go on. You'll die in there with them. SEVRIN: I understand. BETTAN: I'll give you what time I can. SEVRIN: Right. DAVROS: You have had ample time to decide. Those who would remain loyal to me and to the future of our race, move forward and stand at my side. DAVROS: No more? Kravos, will you betray me? DOCTOR: Now I wonder where Nyder's going at such a crucial moment. HARRY: I think we ought to find out. DOCTOR: So do I. Let's go. DAVROS: Kravos, I saved your life once. In your chest is a tiny instrument which I designed. It keeps your heart beating. Will you now turn that heart against me? DOCTOR: Now where are you going in such a hurry? NYDER: Davros has lost. I am getting away while I can. DOCTOR: Oh. Somehow that just doesn't ring true. SARAH: Why didn't you just join the other side? DOCTOR: Now that's a good question. Do you have a good answer? Evidently not. Well then, let's try something else. That tape recording you took, where is it? NYDER: It's put away in a safe in Davros' office. DOCTOR: Shall we go and see? NYDER: Down here. DOCTOR: Now, be reasonable and open it for us. NYDER: Only Davros knows the combination. HARRY: Come on, Nyder, you can do better than that. SARAH: Perhaps he's telling the truth. DOCTOR: Oh, no, no. On the contrary. Now, Davros can't rise from his chair, correct? NYDER: Well? DOCTOR: And he has the use of only one hand, this hand. (the right one) And Davros never goes anywhere without you, Nyder. So you must open the safe for him. Open it for us. DOCTOR: Thank you. Now let's destroy it. SARAH: Er, how about this? DOCTOR: How very apt. A Dalek gn. DOCTOR: There. DOCTOR: He's not important. SARAH: What? DOCTOR: We've got the Time Ring, we've destroyed the tape and Davros' power is broken. SARAH: What about the Daleks that are already operational? DOCTOR: Oh, I think we can leave Gharman to destroy them. HARRY: That means we can leave, then. DOCTOR: Yes, all we've got to do is touch the Time Ring. DOCTOR: Ah. I must have dropped it in the struggle in the corridor. SARAH: Well now we've got to get out of here. BETTAN: How many more charges to go on? MAN: Only four more. BETTAN: Won't take long. It doesn't give them much time. All right, carry on. DOCTOR: Even the sonic screwdriver won't open this door. SARAH: Doctor. DOCTOR: Huh? SARAH: Why is it going on so long? DOCTOR: Who knows. It's out of character for Davros to submit quite so easily. DAVROS: This is your last chance. Move to join me now or suffer the consequences. GHARMAN: Why don't you just accept the fact that you have lost. It's over for you, Davros. DAVROS: Do you believe that I would let a lifetime's work be ended by the will of spineless fools like you? You have won nothing. I allowed this charade to be played out for one reason only. To find those men who were truly loyal to me and to discover those who would betray me! (Dalek-like) We, I will go on! GHARMAN: You are insane, Davros. DAVROS: Exterminate! Exterminate! Exterminate! KRAVOS: Stop this, Davros. You must stop them! SARAH: Sevrin! SEVRIN: I haven't got much time. The Thals have set the explsives at the entrance. They'll detonate as soon as they're ready. SARAH: What? DOCTOR: Give me a moment to find the Time Ring. DOCTOR: Ah! Good. Let's go. Back, back! DOCTOR: Back! SEVRIN: We're not far from the main entrance. If we can get through the next section, we'll be safe. DOCTOR: Sarah, take this. DOCTOR: Sevrin, lead them to the main entrance. Get them out of here. SEVRIN: Right. SARAH: What are you going to do? DOCTOR: I'm going back to the incubator room. This time I'm going to blow it up. SARAH: Let us come with you. DOCTOR: No! Get out of here. Hurry. Now, go on. DAVROS: Dispose of the traitor's bodies. The Daleks will assume all military duties necessary for the security of the bunker. As for us, work will commence as soon as possible on the improvement of every aspect of Dalek design. NYDER: Davros, the prisoners I locked away in your office have escaped. DAVROS: They must be found. Seek out the prisoners and exterminate. DALEK: We obey. MAN: That's the last one in position. BETTAN: Right. Prepare to detonate. BETTAN: Oh, I'd given up hope. Now quickly, move away. We're about to detonate. SARAH: No, you can't, not yet. HARRY: You must wait. SARAH: The Doctor's still inside. SEVRIN: A few minutes, please. SARAH: Please. BETTAN: All right, a few minutes. But if there's the least indication of the Daleks moving up that corridor, then I detonate. MAN: We're getting a picture on one of these scanners. DAVROS [on screen]: Send a patrol of Daleks to the main entrance. This will remain an area of maximum security. DALEK [on screen]: I obey. BETTAN: That's it. I can't wait any longer. Some of you get those doors closed. The rest of you move away. HARRY: One more minute, please. BETTAN: I'm sorry. DAVROS: The automated Dalek production line has been started. I gave no such order. Who did? DALEK: I gave the command. DAVROS: You will perform no function unless ordered by me. You will obey only my commands. The production line is to be halted immediately. You heard my order. Obey! Obey! Nyder. NYDER: Yes, Davros. DALEK: Production will continue. BETTAN: fre. SARAH: No, wait! He's coming! He's coming! SARAH: Quickly! BETTAN: Now! DAVROS: You must obey me! I created you! I am the master, not you. I! I! I! DALEK: Our programming does not permit to acknowledge that any creature is superior to the Daleks. DAVROS: You cannot exist without me. You cannot progress. DALEK: We are programmed to survive. We have the ability to develop in any way necessary to ensure that survival. DALEK 2: Main exit blocked by explsin for a length of at least one thousand yards. SARAH: The incubator room, were you able to do anything? DOCTOR: Yes, with a little help from a Dalek. But I'm afraid I've only delayed them for a short time. Perhaps a thousand years. SARAH: What? DOCTOR: In the total time scale, no more than that. HARRY: Look. DALEK: All inferior creatures are to be considered the enemy of the Daleks and destroyed. DAVROS: No, wait! Those men are scientists. They can help you. Let them live. Have pity! DALEK: Pity? I have no understanding of the word. It is not registered in my vocabulary bank. Exterminate! DAVROS: For the last time, I am your creator! You must, you will obey me! DALEK: We obey no one. We are the superior beings. DALEK: Exterminate! DALEK: We are entombed, but we live on. This is only the beginning. We will prepare. We will grow stronger. When the time is right, we will emerge and take our rightful place as the supreme power of the universe! DOCTOR: Goodbye, Bettan. BETTAN: Goodbye, Harry. DOCTOR: Sevrin. SARAH: Thank you, Sevrin. DOCTOR: Goodbye. Thank you. DOCTOR: Hands on the Time Ring. SARAH: You don't seem too disappointed. We've failed, haven't we? DOCTOR (OOV.): Failed? No, not really. You see, I know that although the Daleks will create havoc and destruction for millions of years, I know also that out of their evil must come something good.	{"type": "series", "show": "Doctor Who", "episode": "12x16 - Genesis of the Daleks - part 6"}	foreverdreaming
REVENGE OF THE CYBERMEN BY: GERRY DAVIS AND ROBERT HOLMES Part One Original Air Date: 19 April 1975 Running time: 24:19 SARAH: Thank heavens for that! We've made it. Haven't we? DOCTOR: Of course we've made it. Did you think we wouldn't? SARAH: Well, in these past few weeks, yes. DOCTOR: There's really nothing that can go wrong with a Time Ring, except a molecular short circuit. SARAH: Doctor? DOCTOR: Yes? SARAH: The TARDIS isn't here. DOCTOR: Well, it probably hasn't arrived yet. We're a little early. HARRY: Hasn't arrived yet? DOCTOR: No. You see, the TARDIS is drifting back through time, Harry. We just have to wait for it to turn up. HARRY: I say, Doctor, do you want this Ring thing? DOCTOR: What, that? HARRY: Yes. DOCTOR: No. HARRY: Oh, well, I'd rather like to have it. DOCTOR: Well, you take good care of it, Harry. HARRY: Of course I will. Thank you. HARRY: You knew that was going to happen, didn't you. HARRY: He's dad. Been dad some time. DOCTOR: How long? HARRY: A week or two, I'd say. There's very little sign of putrefaction, though. DOCTOR: Sterile atmosphere. HARRY: Yes, exactly. And no sign of injury. Nothing to indicate the cause of death. SARAH: But he was just sitting against the door as though he'd collapsed. DOCTOR: He wouldn't have been left there for two weeks unless SARAH: Unless what? DOCTOR: Unless there was something seriously wrong here. Come on. WARNER: This is Nerva Beacon calling Pluto Earth flight One Five. This is Nerva Beacon calling Pluto Earth flight One Five. Pluto Earth flight One Five, are you reading me? COLVILLE (OOV.): Hello Nerva Beacon, we read you fives clear. Our dropover tango oscar alpha estimated at 13.20. WARNER: Pluto Earth flight One Five, ex notice urgent. This beacon is a quarantine zone. We have a plague infection. I repeat, we have a plague infection. Your dropover is transferred to Ganymede Beacon 19067 on zero 2. Do you require a repeat on those vectors? COLVILLE (OOV.): No thanks, Nerva. We got them. How bad are things there? WARNER: They're pretty bad. COLVILLE (OOV.): Hello, Nerva, Crewmaster Colville, I say again, Crewmaster Colville is doing a tour with you. He's my brother. Is he all right? WARNER: Hold, Pan-Tec. I'll check. WARNER (on monitor): Commander Stevenson? LESTER: Warner wants to speak with you, sir. STEVENSON: Yes, Warner? WARNER: Sir, I'm in contact with the Pluto Earth flight. One of the crew wants news of his brother, Crewmaster Colville. What shall I tell him? STEVENSON (OOV.): Tell him Colville's fine, and say that our medical staff have got the epidemic under control. STEVENSON: Just that, and nothing else. Thank you, Warner. KELLMAN: Why don't you tell them the truth, Commander? STEVENSON: I'm just following the orders I was given by Earth Centre. KELLMAN: Operating the Beacon to the last man? STEVENSON: If necessary, yes. You're a civilian, Kellman. You wouldn't understand. KELLMAN: How much longer can you go on? Three of you doing the work of fifty men. LESTER: We've managed for one week, we can manage for another. KELLMAN: And another after that? No, Lester, this beacon's job is finished. STEVENSON: Nerva Beacon has a thirty year assignment, and it'll be that long before the last inward bound ship has this new asteroid on its star chart. LESTER: Until then, there's a constant danger of space collision. KELLMAN: You deserve a medal for self-sacrifice beyond the bounds of stupidity. STEVENSON: I've lost most of my crew in these last months, some good friends among them, and yet a thing like that is still alive. LESTER: It's probably because he locked himself in that cabin of his at the first sign of the plague. LESTER: It's only these last few days he's dared poke his nose outside. SARAH: Is it jammed? DOCTOR: The control's locked. HARRY: You mean we can't get any further? DOCTOR: Those poor fellows couldn't. They were trapped in the after end and left to die. Whatever did it might be on the other side of this door. There might be a way of opening it. SARAH: Look, are you sure we're in the right place, Doctor? I mean, this doesn't look like our Ark. DOCTOR: Well of course it doesn't. This is a different point in time. SARAH: How can you tell? DOCTOR: Some of that equipment. This is probably a beacon, put in orbit to service and guide space freighters. HARRY: So this is before the time of the solar flares, when the Earth was evacuated. DOCTOR: Thousands of years before, Harry. SARAH: Oh, I'm not even going to think about it. I'll only get a headache. DOCTOR: All you have to remember is that this is where we parted company with the TARDIS. SARAH: What is it? DOCTOR: If they've changed things round, the TARDIS might materialise in the forward control rooms. (OOV.): Can anyone hear me? I'm calling Nerva Beacon. WARNER: This is Nerva Beacon. I repeat, this is Nerva Beacon. Hello, are you reading me? This is Nerva Beacon. ALIEN: Does anybody hear me? Can anyone hear me? Can anyone hear WARNER (OOV.): This is Nerva Beacon calling on 398. WARNER: Do you read me? WARNER: Professor, this new asteroid, this rock or whatever it is, are you sure there's no life on it? KELLMAN: On Voga? Of course not, how could there be? WARNER: I don't know, Professor, but I've just picked up a call and that's the only place it could have come from. It's the only place near enough. KELLMAN: Hallucinations, Warner. You've been sitting here too long. WARNER: Where did that rock come from, anyway? What system? KELLMAN: Nobody knows. It was first detected in our system fifty years ago and it was captured by Jupiter. WARNER: So there could be life on it. KELLMAN: Impossible. An asteroid that size, drifting in the vacuum between star systems? Nothing could have lived under those conditions. WARNER: All the same, I'd swear that's where the transmission was from. KELLMAN: Warner, I'm an exographer. I've been down there. I've set up a transmat station there. I spent the last six months studying rock samples from KELLMAN: What are you doing? WARNER: Logging it. Unidentified call apparently from the direction of Voga. KELLMAN: You're mad. I've said all along it was a mistake to keep this control room operating. WARNER: Commander Stevenson's decision. Nothing to do with you, is it. KELLMAN: Every time someone goes down that transom, there's a risk of spreading the plague. WARNER: If the Commander says this Beacon is staying operational, it stays operational. SARAH: Can you reach? DOCTOR: Yes, I think so. If you two could put your weight on the door and stop it opening too suddenly. Don't want to lose my arm. I'm rather attached to it. It's so handy. HARRY: Like so? DOCTOR: Yes. SARAH: Doctor! SARAH: Wait, wait. Through. Quick. DOCTOR: Thank you. HARRY: What have I done now? WARNER: Hello, Lester, is the Commander there? STEVENSON (OOV.): I'm here, Warner. Go ahead. WARNER: Sir, somebody has just opened the aft transom shutter. WARNER (on monitor): I know it's impossible, but it's happened. The information's right here on the electronic register. LESTER: Everyone in that after section had the plague, so no one can be left alive. STEVENSON: Exactly. And the shutters were sealed. They couldn't possibly be operated from the after section. STEVENSON: Right, come on, we'll have to check the transom. VORUS: Take it out and bury it. VORUS: Bury it deep. Why? MAGRIK: Your plan frightened him, Vorus. Sometimes it frightens me. VORUS: What, would you warn the humans? Do you feel kinship? MAGRIK: No. No, it's simply that there are so many things which might go wrong. VORUS: Of course. It's a big plan. But it will work. You and I together, Magrik, will make it work. MAGRIK: Yes, but can we trust our agent? VORUS: We can trust in his greed. Gold buys humans. And we have more gold here on Voga than in the rest of the known galaxy. MAGRIK: But he has not communicated. VORUS: Better he should not at this time. The Cybermen may be monitoring our radio frequencies. MAGRIK: The mention of Cybermen fills me with dread. VORUS: You feel fear, Magrik, because you've lived for too long in this underground darkness. When I lead our people into the light, all those ancient fears will fall away. MAGRIK: The light. Yes, I believe you, Vorus. STEVENSON: The rivets have been taken out. LESTER: What, from the other side, sir? But that's impossible. They're blind-headed. STEVENSON: They could have been loosened with a sonic vibrator. LESTER: Well in that case Warner's right. Somebody has come through. STEVENSON: Right, then we'll have to check every section. Come on. SARAH: We just left here. DOCTOR: No, this is the forward control room. HARRY: Well, the TARDIS doesn't seem to be here either, does it. DOCTOR: No, but the Time Ring is designed with a slight safety margin. We can expect it to arrive soon. HARRY (OOV.): Doctor, do you expect me to believe that that old police box is just going to materialise out of nothing? STEVENSON: Right, get your hands up. I said, get your hands up! LESTER: Now, who are you? How'd you get here? DOCTOR: I'm the Doctor. This is Sarah Jane Smith, Harry Sullivan. We're travellers. KELLMAN: You'd better step in here, Commander. STEVENSON: What is it? KELLMAN: See for yourself. STEVENSON: Watch them. LESTER: Follow them. Come on, move. DOCTOR: What are you going to do? STEVENSON: Get back, he's got the plague. This is the only way to deal with it. DOCTOR: The man's sick. He needs treatment. LESTER: There is no treatment. All we can try to do is stop the infection spreading. DOCTOR: Sorry, gentlemen, I can't allow it. STEVENSON: You can't allow it! DOCTOR: My colleague is a doctor of medicine and I'm a doctor of many things. If we could examine KELLMAN: Commander, I'm afraid you'll have to kll these people, too. They've brought the plague in here. DOCTOR: Who's the homicidal maniac? STEVENSON: You say you're doctors. Did Earth Centre send you? DOCTOR: Yes, we're from Earth. We want to help you. LESTER: Help us? Don't you realise you've brought the infection through from the after section? SARAH: Oh don't be ridiculous. How could we have brought it through when he's infected and we aren't? HARRY: Quite impossible. We've had no contact with him. DOCTOR: I don't believe you've got the plague here, Commander. STEVENSON: According to our own medical team, we have. DOCTOR: Did they identify it? LESTER: They didn't have time. They were among the first victims. DOCTOR: Well, now you've got a new medical team. Well, Commander? STEVENSON: All right, you can examine him. DOCTOR: Thank you. STEVENSON: But not here. It'll have to be done in the crew quarters. The control room must be kept operational. KELLMAN: Oh yes, at all costs. STEVENSON: Lester, help the doctors with him. I'll take over the console. LESTER: Once the infection develops, they've got a few minutes to live. SARAH: I'll help you. DOCTOR (on screen): Have you noticed these rather strange scratches, Commander? STEVENSON (on screen): Can't say that I have. DOCTOR (on screen): They're all over the ship. I've seen them somewhere before, if I could only remember where. STEVENSON (on screen): Is it important? DOCTOR (on screen): Everything's important. Well, well, well. STEVENSON (on screen): What is it? DOCTOR (on screen): I've just made a third interesting discovery about your plague virus, Commander. STEVENSON (on screen): A third? DOCTOR (on screen): Yes. One, it scratches metal. Two, it attcks its victims so suddenly that they become unconscious before they can even raise the alarm, and three. STEVENSON (on screen): Go on. DOCTOR (on screen): It removes tape from radio logs. It must be a very literate and inquisitive virus. STEVENSON (on screen): What exactly are you trying to tell me, Doctor? DOCTOR (on screen): Whatever it is that's attacking your crew, Commander, it's certainly not a plague. HARRY: I've never seen anything like this before. His temperature's just sh*ting up and up. SARAH: Harry, I make his pulse a hundred and twenty. LESTER: It's always the same. They just seem to burn up. Warner's lasted longer than most. HARRY: Strong constitution. LESTER: He's as tough as an old boot. SARAH: How long since all this started? LESTER: This? This is the seventy ninth day. SARAH: And you've had no outside help? LESTER: Earth Centre decided to isolate us. HARRY: That's a bit ruthless, isn't it? LESTER: Well, they reckoned it was better to lose one space crew than take the chance of carrying an extraterrestrial disease back to Earth. DOCTOR (on screen): Who's your civilian? STEVENSON (on screen): Professor Kellman. He's an exographer. DOCTOR (on screen): Interesting. Planetary survey. Of what? STEVENSON (on screen): Jupiter. DOCTOR (on screen): I thought Jupiter had already been thoroughly studied. STEVENSON (on screen): Yes. He's interested in its new satellite. DOCTOR: What, do you mean there are now thirteen? STEVENSON: Turned up fifty years ago. That's why this beacon's out here. A lot of the Great Circle freighters haven't got it on their charts yet. DOCTOR: What's it called? STEVENSON: New Phobos, originally, but Kellman's renamed it Voga. DOCTOR: Voga. Of course. Has he been down there? STEVENSON: Kellman? He set up a transmat. Why? DOCTOR: Voga. Voga. Planet of gold. Yes, it's all coming back to me now. STEVENSON: What's coming back to you? DOCTOR: Cybermen. That's what we're up against, Commander. Cybermen. STEVENSON: But surely, Doctor, Cybermen died out centuries ago. DOCTOR: They disappeared after their attck on Voga at the end of the Cyber w*r. Not the same thing as dying out, Commander. They're utterly ruthless. Total machine creatures. DOCTOR: How is he? HARRY: I'm afraid he's had it, Doctor. STEVENSON: You'd better take over the control room, Lester. DOCTOR: Yes, just as I thought. HARRY: You mean the two puncture marks? DOCTOR: Yes, like a snake bite. SARAH: You mean venom? DOCTOR: He's been injected with poison. SARAH: Poor man. DOCTOR: If only I'd been quicker, I might have saved him. STEVENSON: How? Is there an antidote? DOCTOR: The matter beam disperses human molecules. That type of alien poison might be separated and rejected. SARAH: Alien? STEVENSON: Now where are you going? DOCTOR: I smell a rat. STEVENSON: You know, I sometimes wonder your friend is quite right in the head. SARAH: If the Doctor scented a rat, Commander, he'll find one. DOCTOR: Gold. HARRY: Where are we going to put him, Commander? STEVENSON: When this trouble first started, we turned part of the infrastructure into a mortuary. LESTER: Yes, we used to leave them where they dropped. SARAH: We saw. MAN (OOV.): Zero six twenty. The intensity of radiation caused severe distortion. When the computer dealt with all original errors it was found that the intensity was minus three. MAN (OOV.): Starcharts for outer space section four carry a two percent error factor. Solar readings should be independently taken when patrolling the area. MAN (OOV.): Comm. ops magazines which departed from the ship's cell. In the constellation of Zerus X 20, the intensity of radiation caused severe distortion. When the computer dealt with the trouble	{"type": "series", "show": "Doctor Who", "episode": "12x17 - Revenge of the Cybermen - part 1"}	foreverdreaming
REVENGE OF THE CYBERMEN BY: GERRY DAVIS AND ROBERT HOLMES Part Two Original Air Date: 26 April 1975 Running time: 24:24 DOCTOR: Sarah! DOCTOR: Don't let it bite you! HARRY: That sounded like Sarah. What's happened? DOCTOR: That cybermat's happened, Harry. Quick, into the transmat beam, quickly as you can. It's the only way to get the poison out of her system. LESTER: She's got the plague. DOCTOR: No, sir. That's your so-called plague, Commander. STEVENSON: Is this thing still dangerous, Doctor? DOCTOR: Not any more, but there are bound to be others around. DOCTOR: Hang on to her, Harry. You'd better travel with her. HARRY: Where are we going? DOCTOR: I'll set the beam for Voga. Do you know how to work the reciprocator? HARRY: Er, yes, I've seen you do it. DOCTOR: Off you go. No time to lose. LESTER: Has it gone wrong, Doctor? DOCTOR: Sabotage. STEVENSON: Sabotage? DOCTOR: Someone's taken the pentalium drive. STEVENSON: But who? DOCTOR: Who removed the tape from your radio log? Who used cybermats to mrder your crew? And who's desperate to break all communication between this beacon and Voga? STEVENSON (on monitor): You mean Kellman. DOCTOR (on monitor): Exactly. Kellman. Your friendly exographer must be working for the Cybermen, Commander. LESTER (on monitor): Then what are we waiting for? Let's get him. DOCTOR: Right, this might just work if I can adapt the monoso to a three phase output. HARRY: Doctor, she's not going to last much longer. DOCTOR: I know, Harry, I know! HARRY: She's reacting just like Warner. It's happening all over again. STEVENSON: Kellman. Kellman! MAGRIK: You sent for me? VORUS: The Cybermen are moving. MAGRIK: What? It's too soon. VORUS: Our human agent reports they will soon have taken over the beacon. We have perhaps four hours to complete the Sky Striker. MAGRIK: But that's impossible! VORUS: Four hours, Magrik! Or all our dreams are ended. MAGRIK: The Sky Striker is ready, but the bmb head hasn't been tested, and then it'll take four hours to fit. VORUS: Then we must gamble, Magrik. The bmb head will be tested when it strikes the beacon. MAGRIK: Very well. I'll send for every available engineer, Vorus. At once. LESTER: He's skipped. STEVENSON: In quite a hurry, by the look of it. Come on. STEVENSON: Lester, you take that section. I'll look round the transom. DOCTOR: There isn't time to wire this in. I'll have to hold it in position. Ready? HARRY: Sarah. SARAH: Hmm? Yeah? HARRY: It's worked, Doctor! It's worked! SARAH: Oh, stop bawling down my ear. You've got a voice like a fog horn. Hey. HARRY: What's the matter? SARAH: What's going on here? HARRY: Oh well, that's marvellous, isn't it. Here I am, trying to save your life and all you can do SARAH: Trying to save? I remember. That thing, it jumped on my neck. Where are we? HARRY: A place called Voga, I think. The Doctor transmatted us to get rid of the poison. I might tell you, my girl, that you were on the point of popping off. I say, look at that. SARAH: What is it? HARRY: It looks very much like gold. It can't be. I don't believe it. There's some more of it over here. SARAH: Oh, Harry. HARRY: Look. Gold. SARAH: Don't be so silly. It can't be gold. HARRY: Sarah, solid gold. SARAH: Harry, stop it. Anyway, it isn't ours. HARRY: Well, it isn't anybody's, is it, just lying scattered around here. HARRY: I'm rich. I can buy myself out of the Navy, buy a quiet little practice in the country, solid gold stethoscope. Uh oh. That's torn it. HARRY: All right, steady on, old chap. SARAH: Hey! STEVENSON: Put that gn down, Kellman. KELLMAN: All right, Commander. Go ahead and sh*t. Neither of us can miss at this range. STEVENSON: I said, put that gn down. KELLMAN: Oh, no. STEVENSON: You can't get away. KELLMAN: That's right, Commander. I'm going into my cabin. You can lock me in if you like. Just don't try to follow STEVENSON: Well done, Lester. You walked right into it. SARAH: Let go! HARRY: This isn't necessary, you know. You're making a fuss about nothing at all. SARAH: Harry, tell them. HARRY: I'm trying to tell them but they don't seem SARAH: Please, where are you taking us? We weren't trying to steal your gold if that's what you're thinking. Well, not really. HARRY: Of course we weren't. We were just DOCTOR: Voga, otherwise known as the Planet of Gold, is hated and feared by Cybermen because gold is lethal to them. STEVENSON: How? DOCTOR: It's the perfect non-corrodible metal. It plates their breathing apparatus and in effect suffocates them. Doesn't it, Professor. Now Sarah and Harry are down there, and without that pentalium drive I can't bring them back. LESTER: We found this in his cabin. DOCTOR: Yes. Keeps in touch with his masters. What have you done with the pentalium drive, Professor? KELLMAN: I don't know what you're talking about. LESTER: He's lying. DOCTOR: I think he's lying. KELLMAN: What are you doing with that? DOCTOR: This? Oh, nothing. Why, is it important? KELLMAN: No. DOCTOR: Yes, I think our friend is lying to gain time. KELLMAN: I don't know what you mean. DOCTOR: But time for what, I wonder? (The main screen lights up. Rad input. Log 31.08. Axis 13 13 051 Range 11 42 9 Analysis type R L antisine energy CYBERMAN: Computer reports heavy phobic energy discharge between the beacon and Voga. LEADER: (black headset) That means the humans have recently used their transmat beam. CYBERMAN: Yes, Leader. LEADER: Time to docking? CYBERMAN: Sixteen minutes. LEADER: Good. Order the boarding party to the forward hatch. SARAH: The Doctor'll be worrying about us. HARRY: I'm worrying about us. What is this place, anyway? SARAH: I can tell you what it isn't. It isn't uninhabited. VORUS: So, you are from the beacon. Why have you come to Voga? Was it to escape the plague? SARAH: Yes. Yes, that's right, the plague. VORUS: You're lying! And now tell me the truth. SARAH: I'm not lying. I had the plague VORUS: When the plague had done its work there were to be four humans left alive. That was the plan. HARRY: Plan? You mean you deliberately planned to VORUS: You were not among the four. SARAH: We arrived after the plague, but I was bitten and the Doctor put me in the matter beam to cure me, didn't he, Harry. HARRY: Yes, that's right. It's the truth. And I came with her because she was dying. And we really weren't trying to steal your gold. VORUS: So how many humans are on the beacon now? If you refuse to answer, you will suffer, and then I will ask you again, and then you will answer. Do you understand? HARRY: Yes. VORUS: Humans are reported to have some intelligence. When Vorus, leader of the Guardians, asks you a question, it is not wise to refuse to answer. VORUS: Take them out and put them in confinement. I'll question them later. VORUS: Greetings, Councillor Tyram. TYRAM (on monitor): Ah, Vorus. There are matters of importance I must discuss with you. VORUS: Yes? TYRAM (on monitor): Not over the vision projector. Here, in the city. VORUS: I am not aware of anything of such importance, Councillor. TYRAM (on monitor): I am, and as always, Vorus, I look forward to our meeting with the keenest pleasure, so I've sent our fastest skimmer to collect you. STEVENSON: As a Space Service Commander, there are certain crimes where I can order immediate execution. STEVENSON: And you have mrder forty seven members of my crew and jeopardised our mission. KELLMAN: You're talking rubbish, Commander. LESTER: shting's too good for him. STEVENSON: So what's it going to be, Kellman? KELLMAN: Be? STEVENSON: Are you going to die now, or are you going to tell us where that pentalium drive is? KELLMAN: You're not frightening me, Commander. You won't sht. STEVENSON: But I have every right. KELLMAN: You can't prove a thing. STEVENSON: No? What about that box you had? The Doctor says it controls the cybermats. KELLMAN: And I say its an instrument for analysing mineral elements. Every exographer carries one. LESTER: Look. DOCTOR: Leave it. Don't sht, Commander. KELLMAN: Stop it! For heaven's sake, do something! DOCTOR: After you've been bitten, Kellman, you'll have just ten seconds to remember where that pentalium drive is, if you want to live. KELLMAN: All right, all right! It's around my neck. Take it. DOCTOR: Splendid. DOCTOR: Good. Now we can get Harry and Sarah back. HARRY: Sarah, these chains are solid gold. SARAH: Harry, will you just shut up about your rotten gold. HARRY: Twenty four carat, by the looks of it. SARAH: It's because of gold that we're in this mess. HARRY: Just thinking. SARAH: Well, don't! HARRY: Gold's a very soft metal, isn't it, Sarah, so if we can find a decent bit of rock we might be able to file through. SARAH: Well, we can't just sit here glittering, can we. VORUS: You said a matter of importance, Chief Councillor. TYRAM: Yes. I have a report that two aliens, two humans, have been seen in the upper gold mine. VORUS: What? TYRAM: By ancient tradition, your guards control the gold mines and the routes to the surface. If humans have set foot on Voga, it can only have been with your connivance, Vorus. VORUS: You have no proof of this absurd allegation. TYRAM: Nonetheless, I believe it. TYRAM: Whatever is happening in the gold mines, Vorus, and strange stories have reached my ears, your guards have never before resorted to mrder. VORUS: It was a matter of internal discipline. TYRAM: I know your ambitions, Vorus. I know you see Voga as a great power again, trading its gold with other planets in the galaxy. VORUS: Why not? Why should we remain for ever underground, cowering from the memory of something that happened centuries ago? TYRAM: Because this way, we survive. While no one suspects that Voga is inhabited, that this is the famous Planet of Gold, we remain safe. VORUS: Safe? You have the philosophy of a cringing mouse, Tyram. TYRAM: And you're a gambler with a mad thirst for power. That's why I no longer trust you and the Guardians. My senior Militia are taking over control of the gold mines. VORUS: You dare to challenge the traditional authority of the Guardians? TYRAM: To maintain security, Vorus. The Militia are moving into the gold mines at this moment. VORUS: We shall see! TYRAM: Your men are outnumbered, Vorus, and the troops have orders to crush any resistance. If there is any bloodshed, remember it will be on your hands. VORUS: I shall have you removed from office for this! SARAH: Ow! Careful! HARRY: Sorry. It is flattening, though. SARAH: So's my ankle. HARRY: Yeah, I think you might be able to get your foot through now. SARAH: Let's have a go, then. HARRY: Come on, one more pull. It's coming. SARAH: It hurts! HARRY: Tibias, or rather fetlocks, like a carthorse. SARAH: My ankles aren't thick! HARRY: Come on. Pull. SARAH: There! HARRY: Well done. Now you can have a go at mine. SARAH: Wait a minute. If I can break off one of those stalagmites, we might be able to use it as a lever. VOGAN: fre once over their heads. VOGAN: Stay back! No one enters the guild room of the Guardians. SHEPRAH: Hold your positions while I check fresh orders from Tyram. MAGRIK: They must be kept from this section at all costs. VORUS: If Tyram finds our Sky Striker, all our years of work will have been for nothing. MAGRIK: I agree. VORUS: As for the two humans from the beacon, have them klled immediately. MAGRIK: Without further questioning? VORUS: If they fall into Tyram's hands, he might learn too much of our plans. They have to be silenced. MAGRIK: Very well. I'll send a detachment to deal with them. DOCTOR: Right. Now let's see if it works. DOCTOR: Strange. STEVENSON: Isn't it working? DOCTOR: Yes, full power. They must have left the receptor circle. LESTER (OOV.): Commander! LESTER: I'm getting a signal on the radar screen. STEVENSON: It could be an incoming ship. LESTER: There's nothing due for another twelve days. STEVENSON: Try to get a contact. LESTER: This is Nerva Beacon to approaching craft. How do you read me? Over. (static) Nothing. STEVENSON: It must be a spaceship. Look, it's coming directly towards us. Keep trying them, Lester. LESTER: This is Nerva Beacon to approaching craft. Do you read me? This is Nerva Beacon. Would you kindly give your identity signal. SARAH: Ow! HARRY: Maimed for life. SARAH: Honestly, I don't know why you're complaining. I got you free. What's that? HARRY: Sounds like another of their dodgem cars. SARAH: It's coming this way. HARRY: Quick. HARRY: This way. (further on) Sorry, old girl, dad end. Back we go. SARAH: No, we can't, Harry. Look. SARAH: We're trapped. SARAH: Over there! SARAH: Harry! HARRY: What? SARAH: They're coming! STEVENSON: It must be within visual range now. Try to get a scanner contact. LESTER: There she is. STEVENSON: I don't recognise that type. LESTER: Never seen anything like it before. STEVENSON: There are mssile tubes in the nose cone. LESTER: It must be an alien. STEVENSON: This is Nerva Beacon. You are approaching Nerva Beacon. STEVENSON: We are in quarantine by orders from Earth Centre. I repeat, we are in quarantine. Stand away. LESTER: They're deliberately ignoring our signals, Commander. Look, they're moving into docking orbit. STEVENSON: The fools! HARRY: Careful. Quick. SARAH: Oh, Harry. HARRY: This looks like the end, Sarah. SARAH: One thing about you, Harry. You never miss the obvious. HARRY: Why don't they just finish us off? SHEPRAH: Vogans of Vorus, lay down your wapon! You are surrounded! SARAH: Now what? TYRAM: The plague? SHEPRAH: They seem confused. At first they spoke of this scourge as a plague, but then one of them said the humans were klled by poison. TYRAM: I will see them myself, Sheprah. Are the Guardians resisting our Militia? SHEPRAH: Not in the galleries. They are holding a defensive position outside the guild chambers. TYRAM: Ha! I expected Vorus'd make the guild chambers his strong point. Let him hold that for the present. SHEPRAH: One determined asault is all that is needed to occupy them. TYRAM: Let me see the two human cptive. If Vorus has committed treason, I might give him the chance to die in battle. SHEPRAH: You think he is a traitor, Chancellor? TYRAM: After the cataclysms of our ancient past, Sheprah, we've survived down here only by regarding all outsiders as hostile. LESTER: They're docking! DOCTOR: We've got to stop them getting in. STEVENSON: But who? DOCTOR (OOV.): Cybermen! DOCTOR: No good. STEVENSON: Good grief! CYBERMAN: All resistance overcome. LEADER: The Beacon is ours.	{"type": "series", "show": "Doctor Who", "episode": "12x18 - Revenge of the Cybermen - part 2"}	foreverdreaming
REVENGE OF THE CYBERMEN BY: GERRY DAVIS AND ROBERT HOLMES Part Three Original Air Date: 3 May 1975 Running time: 24:32 KELLMAN: You haven't klled them? LEADER: Of course not. We have neutralised them. They are necessary to our plan. What are you doing, Kellman? KELLMAN: This is the stranger I reported. He calls himself the Doctor. LEADER: And because of him, our plan was advanced? KELLMAN: It had to be. He was interfering. I'd just like to know who and what he is. TYRAM: I am Tyram, Chief Councillor of Voga. HARRY: How do you do. I'm Harry Sullivan, and this is SARAH: Sarah Jane Smith. TYRAM: What's your mission here? SARAH: Mission? We don't have any mission. We just sort of came here by accident, didn't we, Harry. HARRY: Yes, that's right. It's nothing to do with us, really. TYRAM: Explain. SARAH: We'd better start at the beginning. Well, our plan was to find the TARDIS LEADER: Once our landing is detected, the Vogans will attck in force. KELLMAN: Oh, they have only light armaments. Nothing that can affect your Cybermen. LEADER: This is the main shaft? KELLMAN: Yes, this is a shaft I explored for you. It runs right to the core of Voga. LEADER: How far from the shaft entrance is the transmat receptor area? KELLMAN: Just a matter of yards. I set the receptors as close as possible. LEADER: Excellent, Kellman. You have done well. The humans will carry the explsives into the shaft. DOCTOR: What's your cut, Kellman? Voga's gold? LEADER: There will be no gold. Voga is to be utterly destroyed, and this time we shall not fail. DOCTOR: Oh, really. LEADER: And you, Doctor, and your two friends will help us in this task. That is why your lives have been spared. STEVENSON: I was wondering why you hadn't klled us. LESTER: We don't have to help them. They can't force us. LEADER: Oh, you are mistaken. LESTER: You'll discover who's mistaken, chum. LEADER: The heart of Voga is almost pure gold. Gold is hostile to our function, therefore Kellman was asked to preserve three animal organisms for this purpose. DOCTOR: Isn't it wonderful to feel needed, Commander? LEADER: Kellman, on our approach run, we detected an operational discharge from the transmat area. Explain that. KELLMAN: That was his doing. He beamed his two friends down to Voga. I tried to put the transmat out of action, but he managed to fix it somehow. LEADER: And how much do these humans know? SHEPRAH: Vorus, leader of the Guardians, I have a message. VORUS: Stay where you are! VORUS: Well, Sheprah? SHEPRAH: Tyram has given fresh orders. My troops will hold their present positions and will not attck your guild chambers. VORUS: He has shown sense. Your city scum would be badly beaten. SHEPRAH: Unless we are provoked, Vorus. Then we shall sweep you aside. KELLMAN: Look, I've done everything I can to help. I set up the transmat, I directed the Cybermen. You might never have found Voga if it hadn't been for me. LEADER: That is true, and you have been promised great rewards for your assistance. KELLMAN: That's why I must go down to Voga to make sure that nothing goes wrong with the transmat. LEADER: Very well. But return as soon as possible. Once the detonator cycle commences, it cannot be stopped. TYRAM: You know something, or he thinks you do, that would incriminate him. HARRY: Incriminate him in what? TYRAM: Some plot against the state, against me. SARAH: But we only met Vorus for ten minutes. TYRAM: It's something to do with the Beacon. My suspicions about Vorus are hardening into certainty. He's always had great ambition. This city we're in was once the survival chamber for our people. We've lived here ever since, unseen, and safe from further attck from the Cybermen. You know of the Cybermen? SARAH: Well, yes, I've heard of them, but they're meant to have been wiped out ages ago. HARRY: I remember the Doctor saying that the thing that attcked Sarah was a cybermat. TYRAM: I wonder. Has Vorus in the madness of his vanity brought down the vengeance of the Cybermen upon us again? You'll come with me. HARRY: Where to? SARAH: Where are we going? TYRAM: Hmm? Oh, to the gold mines. It's time that Vorus accounted for himself. DOCTOR: What great rewards have you promised Kellman? LEADER: The matter is of no interest to you. DOCTOR: Everything's of interest to me, and Cybermen possess nothing that a human might want. LEADER: You are incorrect. DOCTOR: Then what is it? You've no home planet, no influence, nothing. You're just a pathetic bunch of tin soldiers skulking about the galaxy in an ancient spaceship. LEADER: You speak unwisely. We are destined to be rulers of all the cosmos. DOCTOR: No, I don't think so, somehow. You tried that once and you were nearly wiped out. LEADER: Because of Voga and its gold. If humans had not had the resources of Voga, the Cyber wr would have ended in glorious triumph. DOCTOR: It was a glorious triumph, for human ingenuity. They discovered your weakness and invented the glitter gn, and that was the end of Cybermen except as gold-plated souvenirs that people use as hat stands. LESTER: Watch it, Doctor. I think you've riled him. LEADER: That is why Voga must be destroyed before we begin our second campaign. DOCTOR: Oh, there's to be a second campaign, is there? LEADER: We have enough parts in our ship to build an entirely new Cyber Army, and this time, Doctor, it will be invincible. Cybermen function LEADER: More efficiently than animal organisms. That is why we will rule the galaxy. DOCTOR: Loose thinking. The trouble with Cybermen is they've got hydraulic muscles, and of course hydraulic brains to go with them. LEADER: Put that down! DOCTOR: Thank you. Now, if I'm correct about what this contains, and should accidentally drop it. DOCTOR: Now, I want some information from you, Cyber Leader. DOCTOR: What's Kellman expecting to get out of all this? LEADER: Kellman wants power. He will be ruler of this solar system when we have conquered it. DOCTOR: Your puppet dictator DOCTOR: In exchange. I wouldn't have thought his ambitions lay in that direction. STEVENSON: Look out, Doctor. LEADER: Do not kll them. SHEPRAH: Another human. KELLMAN: Take me to Vorus. SHEPRAH: Vorus? KELLMAN: Quickly, man. It's vital I see Vorus immediately. SHEPRAH: Vorus is no longer in charge here. KELLMAN: What? SHEPRAH: Take him away. KELLMAN: Oh, no, you don't understand. I must see Vorus! You're in danger, all of you! LEADER: bmb, the most compact and powerful explsive devices ever invented. DOCTOR: Yes, and their use was banned by the Armageddon Convention. LEADER: Cybermen do not subscribe to any theory of morality in wr, Doctor. Our calculations indicate that two bmb placed in the central fissure of Voga will fragmatise the planet. DOCTOR: Fragmatise? Oh well, I suppose we can't expect decent English from a machine. LEADER: Prime the buckles. Two bmb should be sufficient. Three will make certain. STEVENSON: Now what have they done? LEADER: The buckles are now primed. Any attempt to remove the harness before the countdown reaches the red zone will cause a secondary explsin. Do you understand? LESTER: You mean, if we attempt to release the harness before then, we'll get blown up. LEADER: Correct. It is as well to keep that thought in your minds. DOCTOR: And when we reach the centre of Voga, we'll be fragmatised, as you put it. LEADER: Incorrect. You will have fourteen minutes, the time period of the red zone, to reach your surface and save yourselves by the transmat beam. STEVENSON: That is not long enough. LEADER: Fourteen minutes is considered adequate. DOCTOR: Anything else before we go? LEADER: Yes, Doctor. Your progress will be followed by radar. Any attempt to deviate from the planned course will be immediately detected and the bmb exploded by means of these manual controls. DOCTOR: Thank you. LEADER: Countdown has commenced. You, Doctor, will leave first. DOCTOR: Careful, careful. I might explode. DOCTOR: Someone's trying to attract your attention. Come on, let's get out of here! DOCTOR: If only they knew about the use of gold. STEVENSON: You mean as a wapon? DOCTOR: Yes. It's the only thing that's effective against Cybermen. LESTER: Do you believe all this guff about giving us time to escape? DOCTOR: Not a word of it. Once we've reached the explsive zone we'll have outlived our usefulness. LESTER: So what do we do now? DOCTOR: Keep moving. Give their radar scope something to follow. CYBERMAN: Our warriors report all initial opposition has been crushed. LEADER: Excellent. They are now one hundred metres below the surface. CYBERMAN: Kellman has not returned. LEADER: He is of no importance now. His part in our operation is at an end. TYRAM: What's your connection with Vorus? KELLMAN: We were working together. We wanted to lure the Cybermen into a trap. TYRAM: What trap? KELLMAN: We're wasting time. The Cybermen are planning to blow Voga apart. TYRAM: What trap! KELLMAN: The Beacon, of course. Vorus has a rocket aimed at the Beacon. SARAH: What? Harry, we've got to warn the Doctor! SHEPRAH: Councillor, the Cybermen are here! TYRAM: What? SHEPRAH: They've landed on the first level. We've suffered heavy casualties and need reinforcements. TYRAM: How many Cybermen are there? SHEPRAH: Two, at least. Our wapon have no effect on them. KELLMAN: You'll never stop them that way. Vorus' rocket is your only chance. That Beacon has to be blasted out of the sky. SARAH: No. TYRAM: We must attck the Cybermen with every wapon we have. SHEPRAH: Very well. TYRAM: The rest of you, come with me. We must speak to Vorus. LESTER: Why don't we just wait here? DOCTOR: I think my idea's better. LESTER: What is your idea? DOCTOR: I don't know yet. That's the trouble with ideas. They only come a bit at a time. TYRAM: Do you not recognise Tyram, Chief Councillor of Voga! Stand aside! KELLMAN: We've got to see Vorus. TYRAM: Stand aside, I say. HARRY: Sarah, can you try and reach the transmat? SARAH: And warn the Doctor. Right. HARRY: I'll see if I can do something about this lot. SARAH: Take care. HARRY: And you. TYRAM: Vorus, call off your guards! VORUS: Enough. You should know better, Tyram, that to try to use force. TYRAM: Our planet is being attcked, Vorus. At this hour, Vogans should fight together, not against each other. KELLMAN: Vorus, is the rocket ready to fre? VORUS: The bmb head is being fitted now. KELLMAN: Too late. The Cybermen have already landed. VORUS: What! Have you betrayed us? KELLMAN: I tried to warn you. Once they were on the Beacon, I couldn't delay them any further. TYRAM: What's this rocket that you speak of, Vorus? VORUS: Very well, I'll show you. KELLMAN: Where's the girl? HARRY: She's gone to warn the Doctor, of course. If people are going to start fring mssile at him, what do they expect? KELLMAN: If that girl reaches the Beacon and starts blabbing about the rocket, the Cybermen will explode their bmb. CYBERMAN: Average progress rate is fifty metres per minute. LEADER: Excellent. They will be in the central chamber of Voga. LEADER: In seventeen minutes. CYBERMAN: Distortion on our radar scope is increasing. The three humans who are carrying our bmb can no longer be identified by separate signals. LEADER: That is of no importance now. Even the Doctor believes they will be given time to escape before our bmb explode. They do not know the detonators will fre when the countdown enters the red zone. VORUS: Magrik and his team have been working on it for two years, and now we've lost the race by minutes. KELLMAN: There might still be a chance if that rocket can be fired before the bmb are in position. VORUS: Magrik reports a delay in fitting the bmb head. No, we've lost our gamble, Kellman. TYRAM: You're insane, Vorus. You've brought about the destruction of our race. VORUS: I wanted to bring them freedom, Tyram. Freedom from fear, freedom to live as Vogans should, on the surface, not cowering like worms in the earth. TYRAM: And this great plan was conceived in the company of such as he, a double agent, a despicable traitor, a mrder of his own kind? A man whose only loyalty is to himself and the gold he hopes to win. VORUS: The plan would have worked. I just needed more time. HARRY: Look, all this recrimination's pretty pointless, isn't it. What we've got to do is get down into that central shaft and stop the bmb being planted. KELLMAN: The Cybermen hold the entrance. There's no way past them. HARRY: I should think there's another way down, wouldn't you, Kellman? KELLMAN: Only the central shaft runs that deep, and the galleries don't connect with it. TYRAM: Wait. When it was widened, a cross shaft was bored to provide ventilation. I've seen it in our records. HARRY: Well, let's go and take a look. DOCTOR: Steady. STEVENSON: I'm getting a bit old for this sort of thing. DOCTOR: We'll rest for a moment. LESTER: Had any more bits of that idea, Doctor? DOCTOR: The deeper we go, the heavier the concentration of gold. Before long, it must start affecting their radar picture. LESTER: Then what? DOCTOR: Well, it's an outside chance, but if we can get back without being detected, and take the Cybermen from behind. All right now, Commander? STEVENSON: Yes, I think so. DOCTOR: Let's go. TYRAM: It runs for about fifty metres, and the rock's friable. It'll be very dangerous after all these years. HARRY: Well, in that case, we'll send our expert on ahead. In you go, Kellman. STEVENSON: I'm sorry, Doctor. I'm a bit whacked. DOCTOR: Sit down a moment. Actually, I think we're very near the centre now. This is pretty well solid gold. LESTER: I wonder if these buckles really would explode. STEVENSON: I shouldn't put it to the test. They'll explode, all right. KELLMAN: It's blocked. HARRY: Let's see it. KELLMAN: It's no use. We'll have to turn back. HARRY: They're giving a bit. DOCTOR: Look out! Get back! KELLMAN: Look out! HARRY: Doctor. Just a bump on the noggin, Doctor. Nothing to worry about. Let's get you out of this thing.	{"type": "series", "show": "Doctor Who", "episode": "12x19 - Revenge of the Cybermen - part 3"}	foreverdreaming
REVENGE OF THE CYBERMEN BY: GERRY DAVIS AND ROBERT HOLMES Part Four Original Air Date: 10 May 1975 Running time: 23:21 LESTER: Harry, don't touch it. Open that buckle and you'll be blown to kingdom come. HARRY: You mean it's booby trapped? LESTER: These buckles can't be opened until the Cybermen beam the release signal. DOCTOR: Harry, were you trying to undo this? HARRY: Well, naturally. DOCTOR: Did you make the rocks fall, Harry? HARRY: Er, well, I suppose I must have done, yes. DOCTOR: Harry Sullivan is an imbecile! CYBERMAN: Progression rate has slowed to thirty metres a minute. LEADER: Then the bmb will explode in eleven minutes from now. DOCTOR: So where is Sarah? HARRY: I'm not sure, Doctor. When I last saw her, she was trying to get back to the Beacon. DOCTOR: What? HARRY: Yes. You see, we thought you were still up there, and she naturally wanted to warn you about the rocket. Sorry, I can see you're not with me. DOCTOR: Harry, I'm not with you. HARRY: No, you see, it seems that Kellman, er, he's dad, by the way. Kellman was really working for the Vogan people, and he got the other half, the, what do you call them? STEVENSON: Cybermen. HARRY: Cybermen, that's right. Terribly bad on names. Got the Cybermen up on the Beacon so that they'd be sitting ducks for the Vogan's rocket. Only the Vogans haven't finished the rocket yet, so things have gone a bit wrong. DOCTOR: Yes. LESTER: Doctor, we've got about nine minutes. DOCTOR: Listen, listen, listen! Commander, if you were to keep on going towards the centre, you could draw the radar track away from the rest of us. STEVENSON: Yes? DOCTOR: Meantime, Lester and I could take the cross shaft and attck the Cybermen from the rear. LESTER: What with? DOCTOR: Gold. Plain, old-fashioned gold. STEVENSON: Well then, Lester? Agreed. Right. DOCTOR: Good luck, Commander. STEVENSON: And to you. DOCTOR: Come on. CYBERMAN: Our surface party report the Vogan attackers have been driven off with heavy casualties. LEADER: Order them to intensify the radar signal. CYBERMAN: It is already at maximum, Leader. LEADER: The signal is difficult to interpret. What depth have the bmb carriers reached? CYBERMAN: Sixteen hundred metres. They are eight minutes from the detonation zone. LEADER: Eight minutes. In eight minutes the accursed Planet of Gold will be utterly destroyed. LEADER: Annihilated, vapourised. It is good. DOCTOR: How much have we got? LESTER: We've got about five minutes. DOCTOR: I know we've got five minutes. I mean how much gold dust have we got? DOCTOR: That might be enough. You know what to do? HARRY: Yes. Creep as close as we can then chuck this stuff into their chest units. DOCTOR: You've got it, Harry. Come on. TYRAM: As the human said, recrimination is pointless now. But I promise you, Vorus, if by some miracle our planet should survive, you will face trial for treason. VORUS: It's you who should be tried, Tyram. You and your creeping sycophantinous city. TYRAM: As leader of the Guardians, you abused your trust. You opened the route to the surface. You made clandestine contact with aliens, and you beamed radio transmissions out into space. There are no greater crimes in our calendar. VORUS: In your calendar, Tyram! Your cowering, furtive, underworld life. If we survive, I will face trial gladly. I will give the people my reasons. I wanted to free them from this tyranny of dark, living rock. TYRAM: Living the way we had for generations, at least we were safe, Vorus. Safe from the genocidal thrat of the Cybermen. VORUS: I had a dream. TYRAM: A folly, conceived out of arrogance through overweening ambition. VORUS: We could have traded with other worlds, exchanged our gold for armaments. We could have been strong enough to defend ourselves against Cybermen or any other attackers. SHEPRAH: Councillor, we are beaten. Our people withdraw and are refusing to attck the Cybermen again. VORUS: Order them back! Command them! SHEPRAH: I'm sorry, Councillor. We need time to regroup. VORUS: There is no time. TYRAM: Come, I will speak to them. DOCTOR: There they are. Wait till I give the signal. DOCTOR: Ready? DOCTOR: Now. DOCTOR: Come on, Harry. Run for it. DOCTOR: Come on. DOCTOR: It's still working. LEADER: They have lost radar contact. CYBERMAN: Our information flow from the surface has ceased. The countdown has stopped. LEADER: Select video picture of Voga. Detonation by manual control. SARAH: No! No, don't! CYBERMAN: Shall I destroy the human female? LEADER: Detonation now! LEADER: It has failed. Why? DOCTOR: Well, I'm impressed. SARAH: Voga. It's still there! LEADER: Yes. For the moment. SARAH: Then your plan failed. The Doctor's beaten you. LEADER: Silence. We have not failed. Our computers are assessing an alternative plan. SARAH: Your best plan is to get off this Beacon before the Vogans (pause) LEADER: Continue. The Vogans? SARAH: Kellman led you into a trap. They've got a rocket aimed right at this LEADER: You lie. SARAH: Well, stick around and LEADER: You lie, because if they had such a rocket, they would have used it by now. SARAH: All I know is when I left, Kellman said the rocket LEADER: Kellman? So they have a rocket, but they have not used it. Logical conclusion, the rocket has a malfunction, therefore this information does not affect our plans. We shall proceed. Voga will be destroyed. TYRAM: We are grateful to you, human, for saving Voga. DOCTOR: Oh, please, don't call me human. Just Doctor will do very nicely, thank you. Is that your rocket? VORUS: The Sky Striker, yes. You've delivered our enemies into my hands, Doctor. Magrik, you have news? MAGRIK: Everything is now ready, Vorus. We can start the countdown. VORUS: Excellent. DOCTOR: Er, before you do anything rash, like pressing another button, may I make an alternative suggestion? VORUS: An alternative? DOCTOR: Let me take the transmat back to the Beacon and deal with the Cybermen myself. TYRAM: Yourself? You mean, alone? DOCTOR: Give me just fifteen minutes. If at the end of that time I haven't come through on the radio, well then you can fre off your rocket. TYRAM: You've already done so much. Why should you risk your life again in this way? DOCTOR: I've a young friend on the Beacon. Sarah Jane, the girl who was here. She risked her life to save mine. The least I can do is accept the same risk for her. VORUS: Bah. DOCTOR: Just fifteen minutes. Is that so intolerable? TYRAM: Fifteen minutes then, Doctor, but no longer. DOCTOR: Thank you, Tyram. There's just one other thing I need. TYRAM: What's that? DOCTOR: A bag of gold dust. TYRAM: Oh, yes. DOCTOR: Thank you. Harry. HARRY: Doctor? DOCTOR: While I'm gone, you'd better find the Commander. HARRY: I'll try. VORUS: I have planned for this moment for years, and now as I close the trap you expect me to wait. LEADER: Point of impact. CYBERMAN: Twenty seven degrees seven minutes north, a hundred and sixty degrees twenty minutes east. The crust is weakest at this point. LEADER: Velocity at impact, ten thousand light units. CYBERMAN: Calculations indicate at maximum thrust, the Beacon will attain that velocity seven minutes before impact. LEADER: What explsive force is required to sunder the planet at that depth? CYBERMAN: One thousand kilos per unit. LEADER: Excellent. Then the plan will be excuted. CYBERMAN: Yes, Leader. LEADER: Order the bmb to be transferred to the Beacon. LEADER: The alternative plan will work. When the Beacon crashes into Voga, we shall be watching from a safe distance, but you will have a much closer view. SARAH: Doc DOCTOR: (hiding) Shush. SARAH: Sorry. DOCTOR: You haven't seen anything of the TARDIS, have you? SARAH: TARDIS? Listen, Doctor, the Cybermen are loading this Beacon with bmb. They're going to smash it into Voga. DOCTOR: Are they? And we've got about nine minutes before the Vogans aim their rocket at us. Get the control box. We'll see what we can do. SARAH: Doctor? DOCTOR: Yes? SARAH: It's good to see you. DOCTOR: Is it? SARAH: Yes. DOCTOR: Oh. Right. Come on, quickly then. LEADER: Carry the bmb to the nose cone. Maximum urgency imperative. MAGRIK: Seven minutes, Vorus. VORUS: What can the Doctor do in this time? We should never have agreed to wait. TYRAM: Stand back from the fring button, Vorus! There is, as Magrik says, another seven minutes. VORUS: Don't worry, Tyram. I can wait. But when I press that button, it will mean more than the end of the Cybermen. It will mean the start of a whole new life here on Voga. A new regime. TYRAM: That will be for the people to decide. VORUS: This was my idea, I planned it all. I shall be the people's liberator. TYRAM: You came very close to being their destroyer. VORUS: That will be forgotten in my triumph. The people will turn to me. They will beg me to lead them! HARRY: Any news from the Doctor? VORUS: No, and I don't expect there will be. MAGRIK: Five minutes. SARAH: There's no point filling it with gold dust. It won't attck the Cybermen. DOCTOR: Just you wait and see. SARAH: What was that? DOCTOR: They've started the engines. LEADER: She has been freed. One of her friends from Voga. Perhaps the Doctor. CYBERMAN: All engines normal. Zero thrust. LEADER: Increase ten levels. If it was the Doctor, he will make a further attempt to thwart my plan. Therefore he will still be concealed aboard. Search the forward compartments. Locate and destroy all animal organisms. CYBERMAN: Control response normal. Engine response effective. Thrust five thousand. LEADER: Engage hyperdrive. SARAH: Listen. DOCTOR: Come on, let's hide. SARAH: You did it. DOCTOR: Looks like it. SARAH: Hurry! DOCTOR: Dusty death. Out, out with SARAH: Doctor! DOCTOR: What? SARAH: Come on! VORUS: Control to fring bunker. Stand by for countdown. TYRAM: We have another two minutes. VORUS: The countdown MAGRIK: Vorus! Look. The target sensor, it's moving. VORUS: The Beacon's in motion! MAGRIK: It's coming towards us! It's set on a collision course! VORUS: Activate fring controls! HARRY: Vorus, you promised the Doctor fifteen minutes. STEVENSON: Vorus! VORUS: You fools! STEVENSON: No, Vorus. TYRAM: No, Vorus, no! VORUS: My Sky Striker, my glory. LEADER: We must evacuate the Beacon in three minutes. CYBERMAN: Our calculations indicate the fireball will extend one point five million miles. SARAH: Oh! Doctor! DOCTOR: All right, all right, all right. You've made your point. We surrender. We surrender. LEADER: You have interfered once too often, Doctor. LEADER: Now, tie her up. Tie her up! TYRAM: The Doctor's time's up. He's failed. STEVENSON: I'm afraid so. HARRY: I wouldn't be too sure, Commander. STEVENSON: His only chance now is to get off the Beacon by the transmat. The rocket is due to impact in six minutes. LEADER: The Beacon is approaching Voga at ten thousand light units. It is time for us to leave. DOCTOR: Bye bye. LEADER: You two are especially privileged. You are about to die in the biggest explsin ever witnessed in this solar system. It will be a magnificent spectacle. Unhappily, you will be unable to appreciate it. DOCTOR: Nice sense of irony. I thought for a moment he was going to smile. SARAH: How long have we got, Doctor? DOCTOR: Judging by the speed at which the rocket is approaching, two or three minutes. SARAH: The Vogan rocket? DOCTOR: Yes, that's right. STEVENSON: They're getting away! TYRAM: Then the Sky Striker will simply destroy the empty Beacon. HARRY: If it is empty. SARAH: Oh, it's no good, Doctor. They won't budge. DOCTOR: Hmm? I used to untangle Turk's Head eye-splice with the grommets I picked up from Houdini. It should work. SARAH: Really. Well, you must have tied it wrong. No, wait a minute. You're right, they're loosening! DOCTOR: Good girl. That rocket's getting too close for comfort. DOCTOR: Hello, Voga. Hello, Voga. This is Nerva Beacon. STEVENSON (OOV.): Doctor, is that you? DOCTOR: Commander, tell Vorus the Cybermen have abandoned the beacon. He's to aim the rocket at the cybership. STEVENSON: But Doctor, Vorus is dad, and none of us here knows how to operate these controls. DOCTOR (OOV.): What? Just let me think. STEVENSON: Let you what? HARRY: Just let him think. SARAH: Doctor, it's going to ht any second! DOCTOR: Commander? STEVENSON (OOV.): Yes, Doctor. DOCTOR: There are two levers on the left of the panel. Got them? STEVENSON: Yes, I've got them. DOCTOR (OOV.): The top lever controls the angle of flight, and the lower one must be the direction and sab control. DOCTOR: Cogito ergo sum. SARAH: What? DOCTOR: I think, therefore it missed. SARAH: Yes, but we're still heading for the biggest bang in history! DOCTOR: Oh, yes. Oh no. They've locked the gyro controls. The flight trimmers are jammed. SARAH: What does that mean? DOCTOR: It means we're heading for the biggest bang in history. TYRAM: The rocket is closing on the Cybermen's ship. HARRY: A touch more starboard rudder, Commander. STEVENSON: Come on. Just a few more seconds. CYBERMAN: There's a mssile on our port bow. LEADER: Engage full thrust! Deploy HARRY: That's the end of your Cybermen. TYRAM: Never again will they be a thrat to Voga. At least we can live without fear. STEVENSON: Why doesn't the Doctor put the Beacon back on course? I thought he was taking evasive action, but look, he's coming straight towards us. HARRY: Better give him a whistle, Commander. He does have these absent minded moments. HARRY (OOV.): Hello, Doctor, can you hear me? SARAH: Yes, Harry. What is it? HARRY (OOV.): Hello, Sarah. Look old girl, I don't know if you're aware of it, but you appear to be heading straight for us! SARAH: Yes, we are aware of it, Harry. Very much so, and we're loaded with bmb. HARRY: What? Well, you'd better do something, old girl, and quickly. SARAH (OOV.): The Doctor's doing his best, but SARAH: The Cybermen have locked the gyro controls. STEVENSON: It's still coming straight towards us. TYRAM: It's going to ht. It's going to ht! DOCTOR: That should do it. SARAH: We're going to crash! DOCTOR: Hang on. If I pull her back at this speed, she'll break in half. DOCTOR: Yes, I think she'll settle down nicely into orbit now. SARAH: Oh, good. DOCTOR: I think I'll just set the drift compensators. We don't want it slipping through our fingers. HARRY: I see old faithful turned up after all. SARAH: Hi. DOCTOR: Don't just stand there. Come on. SARAH: Oh, all go, isn't it. DOCTOR: I'm needed back on Earth. SARAH: How do you know? DOCTOR: I left the Brigadier a space-time telegraph system and told him not to use it unless he had a real emergency on his hands. SARAH: And he's used it? DOCTOR: He has. Come on, you two. HARRY: I say, what about the Commander? Aren't we going to stop and say cheerio? DOCTOR (OOV.): Come on! SARAH: Don't argue.	{"type": "series", "show": "Doctor Who", "episode": "12x20 - Revenge of the Cybermen - part 4"}	foreverdreaming
TERROR of the ZYGONS By ROBERT BANKS-STEWART EPISODE 1 First transmitted : 30 October 1975 Running time : 21:41 1. North Sea Oil Rig (Exterior) (An oil rig sits silently in the North Sea. The water around is still. All is calm.) 2. North Sea Oil Rig (Interior) (A jolly looking Scottish RADIO OPERATOR sits at a radio and talks into a microphone.) RADIO OP: Hey, listen Willie! With tomorrow's supply, can you no send over some haggis? (A strange buzzing/ringing sound comes up. The RADIO OPERATOR looks around nervously. There is a crackle and the radio link stops.) RADIO OP: Hello Willie? Can you hear me, over? This is Charlie Rag burning control. Are you receiving? I say again Charlie Ragtie burning control. Can you read me, over? (The lights suddenly go out. The room shakes. A crushing sound can be heard outside.) 3. North Sea Oil Rig (Exterior) (One of the giant stone legs holding up the rig cracks in half and the large building starts to fall.) 4. North Sea Oil Rig (Interior) RADIO OP: (In panic) Mayday! Mayday! 5. North Sea Oil Rig (Exterior) (The building is nearly gone. The ringing screams in the background.) 6. North Sea Oil Rig (Interior) RADIO OP: Mayday! Mayday! 7. North Sea Oil Rig (Exterior) (There is an explsin and the oil rig collapses into the waves. Nothing is left of it.) 8. Edge of Forest (The DOCTOR, SARAH and HARRY march through the edge of a forest after being summoned to earth by the BRIGADIER. The DOCTOR is wearing a tartan scarf. (HARRY is wearing his other one.) SARAH has on a large black hat. No one says anything but the DOCTOR stops and raises his hand.) DOCTOR: Halt! (He looks around.) DOCTOR: Forward! (They walk on. The DOCTOR looks down at a small device he is carrying. It is guiding him to where he wants to go.) DOCTOR: There we are! (The DOCTOR points happily to a road a few minutes walk away. One car passes. He holds up his device.) DOCTOR: Follow me. (They run off. The DOCTOR takes the lead.) SARAH: (Shouting) Hold on! 9. By the road (Another car comes up. Inside, a man sees the DOCTOR waving from the side of the road and stops next to them.) SARAH: Hi! DOCTOR: Good morning. (A serious looking, oldish man sits in the large car. He is the DUKE OF FORGILL.) DUKE: Are you wanting a lift? 10. Another road (A line of UNIT soldiers march down a road in a neat line. There is the sound of engines and a green car passes them.) 11. Outside Inn (The car drives up to an inn. Inside is RSM BENTON and another soldier. They hear the sound of bagpipes coming from nearby.) BENTON: Hey, listen to that! It's young Angus at it again! (The other soldier grins.) BENTON: Okay. Take her in. 12. Inside Inn (The BRIGADIER sits in a chair inside the old building. Around the room are lots of pictures and models. On one wall is a moose head. Another man, HUCKLE, stands next to the BRIGADIER.) HUCKLE: Three rigs destroyed in a month. Two of them ours, General.BRIGADIER: It's the Brigadier actually. HUCKLE: Well Brigadier, my company has lost millions. BRIGADIER: The government is equally concerned, I can assure you Mr Huckle, though more especially about the loss of life. HUCKLE: (Gets up) If this keeps up, pretty soon there won't be a man willing to work out there. Do we have to put up with this hullabaloo? (Meaning the bagpipes.) BRIGADIER: I'm afraid we've rather opposed ourselves on the landlord. If he wants to play his pipes, there's not much I can do about it. (The BRIGADIER sees BENTON standing by the door.) BRIGADIER: Ah, Benton. Any news of the Doctor yet? BENTON: No Sir. Nothing yet. (The BRIGADIER looks at his watch.) BRIGADIER: He ought to have materialized by now. (He gets up and goes to an old cash register.) BRIGADIER: Mr Benton. BENTON: Sir? BRIGADIER: Is this thing still working? BENTON: As far as I know, Sir, yes. BRIGADIER: You get on well with the landlord, don't you. BENTON: Well, yes Sir. I suppose I do. BRIGADIER: Well, tell him to play the pipes when we're out of here.BENTON: Alright Sir. (BENTON looks out of the window and sees a car coming up.) BENTON: Oh, there's the Doctor now, Sir. (The BRIGADIER peers out of the window and sees him.) BRIGADIER: Good lord! 13. Outside Inn (The DOCTOR steps out of the car and holds the door open for SARAH and HARRY.) 14. Inside Inn BRIGADIER: Mr Huckle? Who's the man in the driving seat? HUCKLE: Him? Oh that's the Duke of Forgill. The local big sht. He doesn't make things easy. He owns just about everything in this part of Scotland, except for the shore bays, and, frankly, he doesn't like us not one little bit! (The door to the room opens and the tartan-dressed DOCTOR walks straight in.) BRIGADIER: Oh, welcome back, Doctor. DOCTOR: I want to know one thing, Brigadier. (He points at the BRIGADIER's kilt.) DOCTOR: What's that? BRIGADIER: That, Doctor, is a kilt. (SARAH chuckles.) DOCTOR: Suits you very well. BRIGADIER: Oh, do you think so? DOCTOR: Yes. SARAH: Um...um...this is his grace the Duke of Forgill. He very kindly gave us a lift. DUKE: I had to pass here on the way to the oil base. HUCKLE: To see me. (The DUKE strides forward.) DUKE: To see you, Mr Hickle. HUCKLE: Huckle. DUKE: To complain yet again about your rough necks trespassing and poaching on my property. HUCKLE: My men have been warned, Sir. If anyone is caught, they will be dismissed immediately. DUKE: Let me give you a final warning. If I catch them on my land again, they'll be sht. And that's not an idle thrat, Mr Hickle. HUCKLE: I'll be expecting you, Brigadier.BRIGADIER: Yes, Mr Huckle. (HUCKLE leaves.) DUKE: I trust the army isn't going to help these people. Is that why you were sent here? BRIGADIER: No Sir. We're a military investigation team. DUKE: Investigating what? BRIGADIER: I'm afraid out mission is a sensitive matter, Sir. DUKE: Official secrets and all that twaddle, eh? Well I won't pry, though my family have served this country for seven centuries, but that doesn't seem to count these days, does it. Good day to you. (The DUKE leaves the room.) BRIGADIER: What an odd man. Rather medieval in his ideas. DOCTOR: A man in conviction. HARRY: All the same, he did save us a long walk, Sarah. SARAH: Anyway, it's nice to see you again, Brigadier. BRIGADIER: And you, Miss Smith. SARAH: Though I didn't expect to see you in a kilt! BRIGADIER: My dear Miss Smith, as you remember, my name is Lethbridge-Stewart. The clan Stewart. SARAH: Oh sorry! I thought you were doing a Doctor! (Laughs.) BRIGADIER: What an absurd idea. DOCTOR: Brigadier, why have you called me back? I hope you've got a very good reason. 15. The shore of a beach (A man is washed up onto the shore. He is wearing a rubber ring and appears to be dad.) 16. Inside Inn BRIGADIER: All three rigs were in this area. (He points to a map of Scotland where the accidents are labelled.) BRIGADIER: Therefore it seems... (The DOCTOR bangs on the table.) DOCTOR: Brigadier, Brigadier! Have you brought me two hundred and seventy million miles just to sort out a trouble at sea? BRIGADIER: Three serious disasters, Doctor. DOCTOR: When I left the psionic beam with you, Brigadier, I said it was only to be used in an emergency! BRIGADIER: This is an emergency. DOCTOR: Oil an emergency? Ha! It's about time the people who run this planet of yours realised that to be dependent on a mineral slime just doesn't make sense! Now, the energizing of hydrogen...BRIGADIER: Doctor, the destruction of these rigs is a complete mystery. Do you want more men to die? DOCTOR: No. (He puts his hat on his head and leans backward.) DOCTOR: Very well. When do we start? BRIGADIER: The oil company - we're paying them a visit this afternoon. (HUCKLE searches through a filing cabinet and takes out a red folder. He looks at it, making sure it's the right one and closes the drawer.) HUCKLE: Here's the preliminary medical report on the condition of the bodies. (HUCKLE hands the folder to HARRY who opens it up.) HUCKLE: They died the same way as the others - exposure and drowning. HARRY: Yes, so I heard, Mr Huckle. (HARRY flicks through the papers.) HARRY: There's quite a few crush injuries. HUCKLE: The rig collapsed. HARRY: (To BRIGADIER) I think I'd better take a look at these, Sir. BRIGADIER: Yes, good idea, Sullivan. You go across to the sick bay and we'll meet you back at the headquarters. HARRY: Aye Aye, Sir. SARAH: (To HARRY) I'll come with you as far as the village. I could talk to some of the local people and see what I can find out, okay. See you later! HARRY: Bye Doctor. (HARRY and SARAH go. The DOCTOR stares into space. The BRIGADIER looks at him strangely, then goes over to a model of an oil rig. He holds one of its giant white legs.) BRIGADIER: You know these things always reminded me of three legged spiders in Wellington boots. HUCKLE: Correction - concrete boots. Thousands of tons of it. Those babies were meant to be unsinkable. DOCTOR: (Getting up) Yes, and so was the Bismarck, and we all know that story. HUCKLE: We spent a fortune proving the Waverley field geologically sound. Everything is constantly checked for sab - winds, tides, the constant moving of the sea bed.DOCTOR: You say these radio blackouts have happened before? HUCKLE: Each time a rig has disappeared. DOCTOR: No low range craft in the area, nothing suspicious? HUCKLE: Difficult to be sure. It was at night. The radio picked up some strange sound, but as far as we know, the sea was calm and empty. DOCTOR: Maybe calm, but never empty. 17. In the Inn, later in the day (The landlord of the inn, ANGUS MCRANNALD, washes a table. SARAH is talking to him.) MCRANNALD: That's right. I'm Angus Ferguson McRannald. My family's been in these parts for generations. SARAH: Really? Well, they tell me in the village, Mr McRannald, that besides being the best piper for miles around, you also have second sight. MCRANNALD: Well, I am the seventh son of the seventh son. Well, do you know, the fellow who was with you, The Doctor, he looks likes a man who may see around a few corners himself. SARAH: Quite a few. (SARAH sees on the wall the large moose head.) SARAH: Aw. That's a fine looking head. MCRANNALD: Aye. Beyond the 12 pointer. Brought down by the Duke of Forgill himself. Gave it to the me this last week. SARAH: He's a strange man, this Duke, isn't he? MCRANNALD: Would you think so, miss? You know, I would give it a favour to remember he is a McRannald - my chief. SARAH: No, no, of course. It's just, after he picked us up in his car, he never spoke a word. All the way to the village! MCRANNALD: Ah well. It's true he's not the Duke I remember. He has been a different man since the oil companies came. SARAH: You seem to blame everything on the oil companies. MCRANNALD: Aw well, his servants have left to go and work with them. I've said Forgill Castle is a cold, empty house these days. Wouldn't a care to set foot in it myself. Now that's a fact. 18. Zygon Spaceship (Two orange-coloured hands twist dials on the side of a green control panel. The ZYGON's veins show up brightly, its fingers are dark red and covered in small lumps. The sounds of SARAH and MCRANNALD can be heard, and they can be seen in a monitor.) SARAH: The local people say you had a vision of disaster for the oil company. MCRANNALD: Do they now? They seem to have done a fair bit of watching in the late twenty year! SARAH: Is it true? MCRANNALD: I'm no saying, but only bad luck comes to them who step over Tulloch Moor. SARAH: Really, why? MCRANNALD: Tulloch Moor's a strange murky sort of place. When the mist comes down, it's like the steam from a witch's cauldron. Nobody in these parts will cross the moor after dark. (The face of an orange creature watches the screen. Its eyes are black.) 19. Inside Inn SARAH: Ah, Mr McRannald, that's just superstition, surely? MCRANNALD: Call it that, if you like. SARAH: Well, has anything ever happened to anyone up there? MCRANNALD: Aye aye. There was a man, a foreigner, from far away. Stayed at this very inn. He went out in the moor. Never seen again. SARAH: Ooh. He left without paying his bill did he? (MCRANNALD stares at her.) SARAH: When did this happen, anyway? MCRANNALD: 19 hundred and 22. Then there was the case of the Jameson boys, although that was a wee while ago. SARAH: Okay... (She sits in a chair next to MCRANNALD.) SARAH: What happened to them? MCRANNALD: It was, let me see, 1870. They were out cutting peat and the mist came down. Donald just disappeared. They found the other brother, Robert, two days later, wondering about off his head. His eyes, his eyes were terrible to see. For the rest of his life he never spoke again. Take my word for it, dear, there are ancient mysteries here. Evil spirits haunt Tulloch Moor. (SARAH gets up.) SARAH: Maybe, but I'm certain of one thing, Mr McRannald: evil spirits don't destroy oil rigs. (ANGUS MCRANNALD watches as SARAH leaves the room.) 20. Shore of beach (The man in the rubber ring slowly gets up and steps out of the ring. He stumbles into the muddy beach. He falls over and picks himself up.) 21. Cliff (Another, larger, man walks across the beach. He is holding a gn. He has a ginger beard and hair, and he is wearing a kilt.) 22. Road (A little way off, a green car drives up to the bottom of the cliff. HARRY steps out of the car and notices someone stumbling around on the cliff, as if drunk. HARRY jumps forward and starts running towards the stranger. The ginger-haired man watches through the long grass. HARRY reaches the man, who is breathing heavily. He is the RADIO OPERATOR from the destroyed rig.) RADIO OP: The rig! I was on the rig! HARRY: Yes, it's alright, old chap. Don't worry. I'll have you in a hospital in no time. RADIO OP: It's too late. I didn't have a chance. HARRY: What do you mean? What happened? RADIO OP: It suddenly came at us...smashed the rig to pieces. HARRY: What did? (The man with the gn bends down and focuses his gn on the RADIO OPERATOR. He pulls the trigger and fires. There is the sound of a gn sht and the OPERATOR falls over - dad. HARRY quickly gets up, but there is another gn sht. He clutches his head and falls down. There is a large mark of blood on his forehead.) 23. Inside Inn (The DOCTOR is fiddling at an object when SARAH comes in. The sound of ANGUS MCRENNALD's bagpipes are playing.) SARAH: Hi! (The DOCTOR doesn't reply. He starts to push a metal square into a wire.) SARAH: What's that? (There is still no answer.) SARAH: If you're interested, the Brig's on the quayside, watching wreckage being brought ashore. DOCTOR: Hum. SARAH: Hmm. Thought that would interest you. He's being very secretive. If you ask me, he is wasting his time. Oh yes, might as well forget about security in Tulloch. The landlord here's got second sight... (The bagpipe playing suddenly stops. SARAH seems shocked.) DOCTOR: Know what he was playing? Flowers of the Forest. A lament for the dad. (SARAH smiles awkwardly.) SARAH: What is that thing you're fiddling with? DOCTOR: It's part of the radio probe system. Used to stop the localised jamming. SARAH: Well, what if that gets jammed too? (The DOCTOR looks at her. SARAH laughs and picks up the phone which has started ringing.) SARAH: (In a Scottish accent) Hallo. Fox Inn. (Her expression changes.) SARAH: Harry's been sht! 24. Zygon Spaceship (The ZYGON's hand turns a mushroom-shaped button. It talks to another ZYGON in a whisper.) ZYGON: Strength? ZYGON 2: Tiastelic reading 703. ZYGON: Increase the sonic quarter by three marks. ZYGON 2: Increased three marks. Contact firm. ZYGON: Check direction at pass. ZYGON 2: Pass correct to within one earth mile. Closing. 25. Loch Ness (A giant, silvery, scaly creature sits quietly at the bottom of Loch Ness. The sound of ringing starts.) 26. Radio Room (HUCKLE talks to the radio operator at Ben Nevis Oil Rig.) HUCKLE: Say again. Over. OPERATOR: (OOV) I'm bringing in control to 3, Ben Nevis 3. Over. HUCKLE: Got you, Ben Nevis, loud and clear. 27. Ben Nevis Oil Rig HUCKLE: (OOV) How are things out there, over. OPERATOR: Everything fine. Any news of your investigation? Over. HUCKLE: (OOV) Nothing much. The Brigadier... (The radio link crackles and stops. The strange ringing sound starts.) OPERATOR: Hello? Hello? I'm bringing in control. This is number 3 rig. Are you receiving me? I say again, are you receiving me? Over! 28. Radio Room HUCKLE: No not again! Ben Nevis, Ben Nevis! Are you there? Are you there? Over! 29. Sickbay (HARRY lies motionless in a bed. He is watched by the DOCTOR and SISTER LAMONT.) DOCTOR: Has he said anything? SISTER LAMONT: No. DOCTOR: What? Nothing at all? SISTER LAMONT: No, he's still in shock. The bllet grazed his skull. (The DOCTOR takes his hat off and leans close to HARRY.) DOCTOR: Harry. Harry! Can you hear me, Harry? It's The Doctor! Can you hear me? (The BRIGADIER and SARAH enter the room.) SARAH: Is he all right? DOCTOR: No he's not. He has got a scalp wound. He needs time. BRIGADIER: Yes, but time is the last thing we have, Doctor. Another rig has just been destroyed. DOCTOR: What? BRIGADIER: The Ben Nevis Rig. 15 miles west of the Prince Charlie. 40 men on board completely vanished. DOCTOR: Same pattern? BRIGADIER: Exactly the same. First of all radio blackouts and then that extraordinary sound. Now Mr Huckle's going mad. DOCTOR: I'll come back with you. SARAH: I'll stay with Harry. Then I can call you if there's any improvement. DOCTOR: Good girl. SARAH: (To HARRY) Harry! Harry! It's me, Sarah! SISTER LAMONT: I think you should let him rest. He is under sedation, you know. SARAH: Oh yes. Yes of course. (SISTER LAMONT leaves. SARAH stares at HARRY.) 30. Outside hospital (A car drives up and BENTON climbs out. The DOCTOR looks in the back of the car, where there is a large, square stone with two holes in it.) DOCTOR: What's that? BRIGADIER: Part of the wreckage from the Prince Charlie. It's been curiously marked. Look. (The BRIGADIER pushes a stick he is holding into the holes.) DOCTOR: Mr Benton? Nip into the sickbay, will you, and fetch some plaster of Paris. BENTON: Plaster of... DOCTOR: Paris. They'll have some to spare. BENTON: Okay, Doctor. DOCTOR: How very curious. (He examines the holes.) 31. Inside Inn (A few hours later) (The plaster of Paris has hardened inside the two strange holes.) HUCKLE: Doctor, do you mind telling me exactly what you are doing? DOCTOR: A little experiment in orthodontology. HUCKLE: Orthodontology? DOCTOR: Teeth. Teeth. The scientific study of teeth. (He pulls the mould out of the stone. It is shaped like two giant, sharp teeth.) DOCTOR: It's the cast of a tooth, wouldn't you say? HUCKLE: Teeth? Doctor, you can't be serious. DOCTOR: Teeth are very serious things, Mr Huckle. HUCKLE: Look. Lets get things straight. Are you trying to tell me that the rigs were chewed up by a set of giant molars? DOCTOR: Yes. A set of giant molars that can chew through steel as easy as paper. BRIGADIER: Do you suggest we're dealing with some kind of sea monster? 32. Zygon Spaceship (The ZYGON listens to the DOCTOR speaking on the monitor screen.) DOCTOR: (From screen.) Yes. A monster of frightening size and power. ZYGON: This one they call the Doctor is a thrat to us. Already he has found out too much. He must be destroyed. 33. Sickbay (SARAH watches the unconscious HARRY in the bed. Suddenly he seems to wake and he clutches his forehead.) HARRY: Sarah? SARAH: Yes. HARRY: (mumbles.)SARAH: It's alright, Harry. HARRY: There's a man... SARAH: What is it? HARRY: There's a man on the reef... SARAH: What are you trying to say? (Sister Lamont enters.) SARAH: Sister Lamont. I didn't hear you coming. SISTER LAMONT: Doctor Sullivan, how are you feeling? SARAH: Harry. What did you find out? Did Munro tell you anything? HARRY: Munro? SARAH: The man on the beach. The man who was sht. HARRY: The rig...the rig...was shaking... SARAH: Yes? HARRY: The rig was...falling...shaking... SARAH: And then what, Harry? Keep trying. I'm going to phone the Doctor. SISTER LAMONT: (To HARRY.) It's alright, Doctor Sullivan. You're quite safe. Your worries are over now. You're going to be very well looked after. (She leaves.) 34 . Inside Inn (The DOCTOR is on the telephone to SARAH.) DOCTOR: (To BRIGADIER.) She says he's recovering. (To SARAH.) Good. Good. Has he said anything? 35. Room outside Sickbay SARAH: Well, he's starting to speak. I think there was something he wants to tell us. 36. Sickbay (HARRY is alone in the sickbay. He starts speaking to himself.) HARRY: The rig...the rig was smashed to pieces...nothing left...Munro in the water. (The strange ringing sound starts up.) HARRY: Struggling, cold, exposed...No! No! No! (HARRY looks really scared and starts leaning backwards. Something is there...) 37. Inside Inn DOCTOR: No, no. I'll be right over. 38. Room outside Sickbay DOCTOR: (OOV, from telephone.) ...and Sarah, better keep his recovery dark for the moment. SARAH: Why, do you think he is in danger from something? AHHHHAHHH!!! (She screams and drops the telephone. A huge orange creature is reaching out to her - the ZYGON!)	{"type": "series", "show": "Doctor Who", "episode": "13x01 - Terror of the Zygons - part 1"}	foreverdreaming
TERROR of the ZYGONS By ROBERT BANKS-STEWART EPISODE 2 First transmitted : 6 September, 1975 5:45pm - 6:10pm DOCTOR: Sarah! BENTON: What's happened? BRIGADIER: Mister Benton, get to the Sickbay. BENTON: Right, sir. LAMONT: No, I was only gone for a few minutes. When I got back, he'd disappeared. But the window was open. DOCTOR: And no Miss Smith? LAMONT: No. Doctor Sullivan was beginning to talk. I thought she ought to hear. She was nowhere to be found in the corridor, so I went over to hut four. DOCTOR: Mister Benton? BENTON: Doctor? DOCTOR: Get some men over here and search the area. BENTON: Right. DOCTOR: He might be wandering on the moors. Where's the telephone? LAMONT: I'll show you. LAMONT: I found the receiver hanging on its cord. I thought it odd at the time. DOCTOR: No one else on duty? LAMONT: Only me. DOCTOR: Where does this lead? LAMONT: Through there is the decompression unit for our divers, but it's always kept locked. DOCTOR: Ah. LAMONT: I'll try the Dispensary. DOCTOR: Shush. It's only me, it's only me. SARAH: Oh, thank goodness. I was talking to you, and this thing, it just suddenly appeared. Doctor, look! SARAH: What's that noise? DOCTOR: I don't know, but that's not the air conditioning. HARRY: What in the name of? What, what is this place? Why have you brought me here? BROTON: You could be of value. HARRY: What are you? BROTON: I am Broton, wr Lord of the Zygons. HARRY: Zygons? BROTON: A name that humans will learn to fear. HARRY: Where have you come from? BROTON: Centuries ago, by your timescale, our craft was damaged. We landed here to await rescue. Recently we learned our world was destroyed in a stellar explsin. We can never return. ZYGON: So now we must make this planet ours. HARRY: But why? I mean, why must you take ZYGON: All resistance will be crushed. We shall change the destiny of Earth. Observe. BROTON: In your terminology, human, the ultimate wapon. SARAH: Doctor, I can't breathe. DOCTOR: Shut up and save your breath. HARRY: How did you bring that creature to the Earth? BROTON: As an embryo. The Skarasen is our life source. We Zygons depend upon it its lactic fluid for survival. HARRY: Mammals? If that's thing's destroyed, then you die too. BROTON: None of your puny human wapon can affect the Skarasen. Our technology is supreme. HARRY: Our nuclear mssile BROTON: Would be mere pin pricks. We have converted the Skarasen into an armoured cyborg of devastating power. Nothing can stand against us. Nothing! DOCTOR: Keep looking into my eyes. Keep looking into my eyes. You don't need to breathe. Do not breathe. Do not breathe. You feel no pain. No pain. You feel nothing. You understand? Nothing. You feel nothing. BRIGADIER: Corporal? CORPORAL: Sir? BRIGADIER: I'm still waiting for that liaison report. You're still in touch with the Coastguards? CORPORAL: Sir. BRIGADIER: Right. I want a twenty four hour watch kept on every inch of this coastline. CORPORAL: Sir. BRIGADIER: If the Doctor's right, if there is some sort of sea monster out there attacking the rigs, we've got to be ready for anything. CORPORAL: Sir. BRIGADIER: It could decide to come inland. CORPORAL: Sir. BRIGADIER: Can't you say anything else but sir? CORPORAL: Sorry, sir. Fletcher's squad have reached McNab Point. They're setting up a listening watch now. BRIGADIER: Good. Any news of the Doctor yet? CORPORAL: No, sir. Hey. BRIGADIER: What the devil? BENTON: Here! They're in here! We've got to get this door open. BENTON: Find the others. Tell them we've found them. BENTON: Doctor! Doctor? DOCTOR: (quietly) It worked, Mister Benton. BENTON: (quietly) What worked? DOCTOR: (quietly) Why are you whispering BENTON: What worked, Doctor? DOCTOR: Oh, just a trick I picked up from a Tibetan monk. Don't touch her. It could be fatal to break the spell incorrectly. SARAH: What happened? HUCKLE: Brigadier? What the? HUCKLE: Brigadier! Brigadier! BENTON: I just don't get it. Everyone in the village is affected. They seem to have been drugged or something. DOCTOR: Gassed. HUCKLE: Gassed? DOCTOR: Yes, some kind of nerve gas. Affects the higher consciousness. HUCKLE: Will he be okay? DOCTOR: Oh, yes. SARAH: But who? I mean, why would anyone want to knock out the entire village? BENTON: It just doesn't make any sense. DOCTOR: Yes, it does. Someone or something wanted to pass this way unseen. You still on duty, Mister Benton? BENTON: Yes, I am. DOCTOR: Then get outside and scout around. DOCTOR: Is it possible? ZYGON: Commander Broton, the Doctor and the female human have just driven into the village. ZYGON 2: I don't understand, Commander. They were dying when I left them. BROTON: Then you left too early. DOCTOR (on monitor): It's all right. You're going to be all right. HUCKLE (on monitor): Doctor? DOCTOR (on monitor): Yes? HUCKLE (on monitor): I brought this over to show to the Brigadier. What do you make of it? DOCTOR (on monitor): Interesting. Where did you get it? HUCKLE (on monitor): It was found amongst the wreckage. BROTON: They have the trilanic activator! It must be recovered. Take the human out and prepare him for use. HARRY: Where are you taking me? DOCTOR (on monitor): Mister Huckle, this is a signal device. HUCKLE (on monitor): For this thing you reckon's chewing up the oil rigs? DOCTOR (on monitor): Correct. BROTON: You are too clever, Doctor. Clever and dangerous. HARRY: Where are you taking me? ZYGON: We need your body print. HARRY: My what? ZYGON: Selected humans provide us with body prints, a Zygon device that is beyond your understanding. HARRY: Are they dad? ZYGON: No. ZYGON: See this one? A worthless creature known as the Caber. Now watch. HARRY: That's impossible. CABER: We have the power to turn ourselves into replicas of your unpleasant form whenever it is necessary. DOCTOR: If one of these was clamped to each of the rigs about to be attcked. Ah! Perhaps it emits some kind of primeval mating call. HUCKLE: Hee. Just after I got here I heard some kind of animal bellowing out there. SARAH: What kind of animal? HUCKLE: I didn't see it, Miss Smith, and I can tell you, I didn't go looking. DOCTOR: If my theory is correct, we're going to have to handle this very, very carefully. HUCKLE: Yeah, well, if there's anything I can do? DOCTOR: No, thank you, Mister Huckle. This could be very valuable. You've done enough, thank you. HUCKLE: Okay. Well, watch yourself, Doctor, hey? You too, Miss Smith. SARAH: Don't worry. HUCKLE: You guys all right? CORPORAL: Yeah, better. SARAH: Hey, he's coming round. BRIGADIER: Ah, Doctor, there you are. What was I doing on the floor? DOCTOR: You've been asleep, Brigadier. BRIGADIER: Asleep? Impossible. I was on duty. There are times, Doctor, when you do talk absolute nonsense. Excuse me. BENTON: I've never seen anything like that before. Go and fetch the Doctor and the Brigadier. DOCTOR (on monitor): Right, you take us there. Sarah. SARAH (on monitor): Yeah? DOCTOR (on monitor): You stay here in case Harry turns up. SARAH (on monitor): Right. DOCTOR (on monitor): Come on. BROTON: Excellent. Now the female human is alone. BRIGADIER: Exactly what could have caused injuries like that, Doctor? DOCTOR: Something very big, and very heavy. BRIGADIER: And very savage. SARAH: Harry! HARRY 2: (no bandage) Hello. SARAH: What do you mean, hello? Are you all right? What happened to you? HARRY 2: Nothing. I escaped. SARAH: Escaped? Escaped from where? What do you? Where are you going with that? HARRY 2: The Doctor asked me to collect it. SARAH: Did he? When did you see him? HARRY 2: It's not important. SARAH: Hey, just a minute. Harry! SARAH: Harry! Come back! Harry! SARAH: Quick! It's Harry. We've got to stop him. Quick. SARAH: Harry! Harry! Harry! Look, we've got to find him. Let's split up. SARAH: Harry? SARAH: Harry? BROTON: Strange. The response monitor on the human indicates autonomic reflex. ZYGON: Impossible. BROTON: Unless something has happened to Murdlar. Test the syncron response. ZYGON: There is no syncron response, Commander. BROTON: Murdlar has been eliminated! Immediate molecular dispersal! He must not be taken. Immediate dispersal! SARAH: But it was there! DOCTOR: Yes, but how does it work? If we knew that, at least we'd be able to destroy it. Still, thanks to you we've still got it. SARAH: Yeah. You know what worries me is how they, whoever they are, whatever they are, knew we had it. DOCTOR: Meaning? SARAH: Meaning I think we're being watched. DOCTOR: Yes. You know, Brigadier, it does seem as if they know our moves in advance. BRIGADIER: A spy? You're not suggesting that one of us is really one of them? DOCTOR: Why not? It's possible. We now know they have the power to turn themselves into facsimile human beings. SARAH: Like Harry. DOCTOR: Yes. (quietly) I think it's more likely they've got some form of electronic surveillance. BRIGADIER: A bug? DOCTOR: Shush. A bug. BRIGADIER (on monitor): Mister Benton! BENTON (OOV.): Sir! BRIGADIER (on monitor): I want every part of this building checked for bugs. Understand? BENTON (on monitor): Right, sir. BROTON: UNIT and the Doctor must be destroyed. Totally destroyed. Programme the Skarasen to attck. ZYGON: Is that wise, Commander? If we reveal our presence on this planet BROTON: I will not tolerate argument! SARAH: Doctor? It moved! I saw it move! DOCTOR: Of course. Part artefact, part organic! She's right, Brigadier. BRIGADIER: Is that its signal? DOCTOR: Yes. SARAH: And that means this thing, whatever it is, is on its way? DOCTOR: Yes. BRIGADIER: I see. Well, I'd better get our machine gn set up. DOCTOR: Machine g*n may not be enough, Brigadier. BRIGADIER: Then what do you suggest? DOCTOR: There's only one course still open to us. I'll try and draw it off while you get a fix on its activating signal. We must find its base, Brigadier. BRIGADIER: Right, Doctor. Corporal, get that SARAH: You're taking an awful risk, Doctor. You don't know how fast this thing can move. DOCTOR: It doesn't know how fast I can move. CORPORAL: The signal's coming from inland, sir. Bearing two three zero. BRIGADIER: Two three zero. And the other bearing was? CORPORAL: One six five, sir. BRIGADIER: One six five. That makes it just about here. About six or seven miles from here. Loch Ness. SARAH: The monster? BROTON: Destroy him. Die, Doctor, die!	{"type": "series", "show": "Doctor Who", "episode": "13x02 - Terror of the Zygons - part 2"}	foreverdreaming
TERROR of the ZYGONS By ROBERT BANKS-STEWART EPISODE 3 First transmitted : 13 September, 1975 5:45pm - 6:10pm ZYGON: The target reciprocator is dad, Commander. BROTON: Yes, and we have lost visual contact. The reciprocator was attached to the Doctor, so he too must be dad. Excellent. Recall the Skarasen and take that creature away. McRANALD: What are you all doing here? BENTON: Brigadier's orders, Mister McRanald. We're looking for bugs. McRANALD: Oh, bugs, is it. Well, you can tell your Brigadier from me that this is a clean house. BENTON: Yes, well, it's not that sort of bug we were looking for. Microphones? McRANALD: Ach, you're all mad. Who'd be hiding microphones here? BENTON: Yes, well, you'd better ask the Brigadier that. McRANALD: Here, now mind what you're doing with that bedwarmer. It's said to belong to the Duke of Cumberland. BENTON: Yeah, we believe you. Jackson, check the window area, will you? McRANALD: Sergeant Major, you're all wasting your time. BENTON: Yes, well, you never know, so if you don't mind, we'll carry on looking. McRANALD: Here in Tullock we don't need any clever contraptions to tell us what people are up to. Everybody knows everybody else's business. It's a matter of principle. BENTON: Yes, and you in advance with your second sight, eh? McRANALD (on monitor): Don't touch that. It was a gift from the Duke of Forgill. BENTON (on monitor): All right, all right, Mister McRanald. Keep your hair on. BROTON: Have that monitor link removed. ZYGON: Immediately, Commander. SARAH: Doctor! Hey! Hey, you all right? DOCTOR: Yes. The cyborg overstepped its mark, luckily for me. BRIGADIER: Cyborg? Then you identified the creature? DOCTOR: Cyborg is a hybrid creature, Brigadier. Half animal, half machine. Must be very interesting. BRIGADIER: Who, the cyborgs? DOCTOR: No, whoever's controlling them. Did you locate their base? SARAH: The signal seemed to be coming from Loch Ness, Doctor, if that's possible. DOCTOR: Yes, it is possible. Ready, Brigadier? BRIGADIER: Ready for what? DOCTOR: To visit the Duke. We're going to Forgill Castle. DOCTOR: Shop! BRIGADIER: Your Grace? I really don't think we should just walk in unannounced. DOCTOR: Well, there's nobody to announce us, is there. SARAH: Most of the staff have left and gone to work for the oil company. I can't say I blame them. DOCTOR: My family has served this country for seven centuries, but that seems not to count these days. Ah, there you are. FORGILL: Perhaps you'll explain this intrusion? DOCTOR: Nobody opened the front door. FORGILL: I see. You have some reason for calling? DOCTOR: Yes. FORGILL: Well? DOCTOR: Brigadier? BRIGADIER: Yes? DOCTOR: Well, tell him. BRIGADIER: Oh, yes. Er, well sir, the fact is. FORGILL: The fact is what? BRIGADIER: We have reason to believe there's something rather unusual in the Loch. FORGILL: Loch Ness? BRIGADIER: Yes, sir. FORGILL: Don't tell me you've found the monster. SARAH: As it happens, your Grace, that's just what we do mean. FORGILL: I do believe you're serious. DOCTOR: We are. Very. FORGILL: Depth charges? BRIGADIER: With your Grace's permission, as you own part of the shoreline. FORGILL: You can't explode depth charges in Loch Ness. BRIGADIER: I'm afraid it's the only answer, sir. This creature must be destroyed. FORGILL: Doctor, are you a party to this militaristic nonsense? DOCTOR: I'm not a party to any kind of nonsense, your Grace. FORGILL: There's no proof. There never has been any actual proof that the monster exists. SARAH: Of course it exists. It chased the Doctor half across Tullock Moor. BRIGADIER: And we believe it's been destroying these oil rigs. FORGILL: Loch Ness is seven miles from the coast. Are you suggesting it walks overland without being seen? DOCTOR: An underground river. FORGILL: No, Doctor. Loch Ness is fifty feet above sea level. DOCTOR: I know, your Grace. I know. But there's a subterranean channel leading from Loch Ness to the Devil's Punchbowl, a small loch near the village. It's near the sea and would make a useful back door for the monster, wouldn't you say? FORGILL: I've never heard such nonsense. Are you seriously suggesting that the creature commutes between here and the North Sea whenever it feels like it? DOCTOR: Whenever it's ordered to. We know it's controlled by a signal system. FORGILL: Controlled? By whom? DOCTOR: Aliens. FORGILL: Whom? BRIGADIER: I know it sounds improbable, sir, but we do have evidence. FORGILL: Improbable? It's utterly, totally absurd. Aliens? BRIGADIER: I know exactly how you feel, sir. Before I joined UNIT, I was highly sceptical about these things. FORGILL: You're all utterly unhinged. Must be. Aliens with wireless sets? DOCTOR: Well, it takes all sorts to make a galaxy, your Grace. McRANALD: Oh, hello, Sister Lamont. It's a while since we've seen you. How are you? LAMONT: Never better, Mister McRanald. What are you doing? McRANALD: Well, the English soldier reckoned they were being bugged, and sure enough I think I've found it, though how on Earth anybody could have fixed this here. BENTON: Get your rfles, men, and quickly. BENTON: Okay, hold it. BENTON: Okay, come on. Okay men, spread out quietly. Contact the Brigadier. Tell him we've got one of these aliens trapped. SOLDIER: Sir. FORGILL: Half these books are devoted to the subject of the monster. There've been reported sightings since the Middle Ages. Now you're saying that aliens have been living under the loch for centuries? DOCTOR: Yes, I'm saying exactly that. BRIGADIER: Then why have they suddenly become aggressive? SARAH: Something to do with the oil, perhaps? DOCTOR: Not perhaps, yes. For hundreds of years the monster's been able to cross Tullock Moor unseen. Then the oil company built a base right in its path FORGILL: Absolute fantasy. DOCTOR: Causing it to make a detour round the village, which is why its masters released nerve gas and why you went to sleep, Brigadier. FORGILL: Forgill. BRIGADIER: Well, it still doesn't seem a good enough reason to start attacking oil rigs, Doctor. DOCTOR: Well, perhaps not in itself, maybe, but their plans may have changed recently. Who knows? FORGILL: Lethbridge Stewart. BRIGADIER: Yes? Oh, thank you. BRIGADIER: Yes? Oh, they have? Splendid. Where? Right, we'll come over straight away. Benton's got one of those creatures cornered, Doctor. DOCTOR: Good. Task for you, Sarah. SARAH: Yes? DOCTOR: Do you mind if my assistant looks through your library? FORGILL: Not at all. SARAH: Listen, you. Stop trying to keep me out of things. DOCTOR: Not so, Sarah. You might find a valuable lead. I want you to check any reference to McRanald Bay and Devil's Punchbowl. FORGILL: I'll see you out. BRIGADIER: Thank you, sir. Good hunting, Miss Smith. SARAH: Why do I always get the dirty jobs? SOLDIER: Sister, what are you doing here? LAMONT: I was told somebody had been injured. SOLDIER: Not injured, klled. LAMONT: klled? Who? SOLDIER: Angus, the landlord. Hey, you've hurt yourself. LAMONT: It's not important. SOLDIER: Let me see. BRIGADIER: The nursing sister? BENTON: Yes, sir. Seen driving off. The man that was clobbered didn't know these creatures could change. BRIGADIER: And neither did this poor fellow, apparently. BRIGADIER: Pity he didn't tell us what he was up to. DOCTOR: Obviously, he was bug hunting. BRIGADIER: Sorry, I'm not with you. DOCTOR: Haven't you noticed? This is where it was hidden, do you see. DOCTOR: Forgill brought this down, didn't he? BENTON: The Duke? BRIGADIER: Doctor, you're not suggesting his Grace is involved in this? DOCTOR: Why not? We know that these creatures can change. He may not be the real Duke. BRIGADIER: Great Scott. And we left Miss Smith alone at the castle. SARAH: Oh, what are those large books up there? FORGILL: Monastic records. There has been a monastery on this site from the eleventh century onwards. SARAH: Really? Can I have a look? FORGILL: Certainly. FORGILL: I trust you can read medieval Latin? SARAH: Oh, that's a point. Er, have you never sighted this monster yourself? FORGILL: That would be impossible. It doesn't exist. SARAH: Yet there are all these books on the subject. FORGILL: There is no limit to human credulity, Miss Smith. CABER: Your Grace. FORGILL: Ah, Caber. Our young guest is delving into the mysteries of the past. Fetch her the steps, would you? CABER: Very good, your Grace. SARAH: Caber. An unusual name. FORGILL: It's a nickname. He's a Highland Games champion. I doubt that you'd be able to pronounce his real name. It's very Gaelic. SARAH: No, I don't suppose I could. FORGILL: Now, if you'd excuse me. SARAH: Of course. Thank you for being so kind. FORGILL: Not at all. SARAH: Just there, please. Can't reach. CABER: She must have gone into the ship. FORGILL: She's more intelligent than I thought. We'll take Orla below and alert the crew. The girl must be found and destroyed.) SARAH: Harry! HARRY: Sarah! Well, come on, open the door. Look, Sarah, we've got to get out of here. Look, sorry. Put your hand on the panel. SARAH [through door]: Is it you? HARRY: What do you mean, is it me? SARAH [through door]: Is it really you? HARRY: Well of course it is. What on Earth's the matter with you, old girl? SARAH: Do you realise HARRY: I'm glad to see you because SARAH: (quietly) Someone's coming. CABER: Soon we shall revert to our normal form. LAMONT: Good. I loathe this abomination of a body. HARRY: (quietly) All clear. I think they've gone. SARAH: (quietly) Well, let's find the Doc and Brig fast. SARAH: (quietly) Harry! SARAH: (quietly) Come on. DOCTOR: Sarah? BRIGADIER: The place is deserted. DOCTOR: Something's happened. BRIGADIER: Wait a minute. Blood. SARAH: Brigadier! We've found the aliens. They've got a spaceship under the loch. HARRY: We're going to need reinforcements, sir. SARAH: And that's not all. The Duke we met is an imposter. He's one of them! DOCTOR: Is he? SARAH: Doctor! HARRY: Hello. DOCTOR: What about you two? HARRY: What do you mean, what about us two? DOCTOR: It's nice to see you. Does this lead to the spaceship? SARAH: Well, yes, but be careful! BRIGADIER: Oh, come on, Doctor. There's no time to lose. DOCTOR (OOV.): AAARGHHHH! BROTON: Make one move and the Doctor dies. BRIGADIER: What the devil are they? HARRY: They, sir, are Zygons. SARAH: What have you done to the Doctor? BROTON: Nothing as yet. We are leaving, and taking him with us. HARRY: You told me your spaceship was crippled, Broton. You said you could never return to your planet. BROTON: Instead, we shall become the ruler of yours. Destroying the oil rigs was only the beginning, a trial of strength for the Skarasen. The big event is yet to come. SARAH: The switch, it's here somewhere. HARRY: What do we do now, sir? BRIGADIER: Don't worry, Sullivan. We're not beaten yet. BENTON: Load! BENTON: Standing by, sir. BRIGADIER: Thank you, Mister Benton. SARAH: What about the Doctor? BRIGADIER: I know, Miss Smith. We'll explode the first couple high. That'll bring them to the surface. Get on with it, Mister Benton! BENTON: fre! DOCTOR: Sounds like the Brigadier. BROTON: We're attcked! Prepare for flight. BRIGADIER: And another. BENTON: Load! fre! BROTON: Report. ZYGON: Main systems functional. BROTON: Maximum range? ZYGON: Seven hundred Earth miles. BRIGADIER: At least they'll know we mean business. BROTON: Activate dynacon thrust. DOCTOR: Going somewhere, are we? SARAH: Brigadier, listen.	{"type": "series", "show": "Doctor Who", "episode": "13x03 - Terror of the Zygons - part 3"}	foreverdreaming
TERROR of the ZYGONS By ROBERT BANKS-STEWART EPISODE 4 First transmitted : 20 September, 1975 5:20pm - 5:45pm BRIGADIER: Mister Benton, prepare to move out. BENTON: Sir. Okay, move it! BROTON: The humans will be following our course by their radar. Transmit a jamming signal. ZYGON: Immediately, Commander. DOCTOR: You've been hiding too long, Broton. It's become a habit. BROTON: What do you mean? DOCTOR: I thought the plan was to conquer the world. BROTON: The plan has not changed. DOCTOR: But you can't rule a world in hiding. You've got to come out onto the balcony sometimes and wave a tentacle, if you'll pardon the expression. BROTON: In a few hours there will be no further need of secrecy. Have no doubt, Doctor. BRIGADIER: Greyhound Leader to Trap One. Emergency alert to all radar stations. Alien spacecraft heading south from Loch Ness. BRIGADIER (OOV.): Second, alert Strike Command, but warn them there is to be no attck. I repeat, no attck until further orders. BRIGADIER: Have our aircraft standing by at Inverness for immediate return to London HQ. That is all. Out. SARAH: Brigadier, before leaving, we should search that castle. BRIGADIER: Why? There's nobody there now. SARAH: No, but we might find something that'll tell us where the Zygons have gone. HARRY: Or what they're up to. BRIGADIER: Yes. Worth looking, I suppose. All right, I'll drop you two at the castle. Get in. HARRY: I give up, old girl. Come on, let's get back SARAH: No, just a minute, just a minute. HARRY: I don't think you're going to find any scandals. SARAH: No, listen, listen. The Duke is Chieftain of the Antlers Association, Trustee of the Golden Haggis Lucky Dip, whatever that might be, and President of the Scottish Energy Commission. HARRY: Sarah, we're wasting time. SARAH: Agreed. Agreed. BROTON: We have a suitable landing zone. Prepare for descent. ZYGON: Reducing dynacon thrust. Dynacon thrust at phase two. BROTON: Initiate descent trajectory. ZYGON: Descending now. BROTON: Complete touchdown procedure. BROTON (OOV.): Receive a message from Commander Broton. To avoid detection, all unwanted signals are forbidden. Internal communication will remain on half power. DOCTOR: Half wit. BRIGADIER: Lost contact? BENTON: I'm afraid so, sir, yes. BRIGADIER: What, all of them? BENTON: Okay, thanks. (puts the phone down) They tell us there's a complete black-out all over the country, sir. No radar working anywhere. London seem to think it's some kind of jamming device. BRIGADIER: I see. Well, we'll just have to hope that somebody spots them. All right, carry on Mister Benton. BENTON: Right, sir. BRIGADIER: Ah, Sullivan and Miss Smith. You're only just in time. HARRY: It's a very, very long walk, sir. BRIGADIER: Yes, well, we're heading back to London. Advance party's just left. Did you find anything at the castle? SARAH: No, nothing. HARRY: Any news of the spacecraft, sir? BRIGADIER: It was last reported heading south over Leicestershire, and then they lost it. We've also had a report of a large underwater object travelling south at high speed. SARAH: Guess what. BROTON: How far from the target is the Skarasen now? ZYGON: One hundred and fifty two Earth miles. It is approaching the mouth of the estuary. BROTON: That is close enough. Sever contact. The skeletar will bring it to the target from that range. DOCTOR: Social call? BROTON: You admire our technology, human? DOCTOR: Well, I'm not human, and I've seen better. BROTON: Better than this? DOCTOR: Very good, very good. Almost impressive. But why bother? FORGILL: It is necessary to activate a body print every few hours, otherwise the original pattern dies and cannot be used again. DOCTOR: Ah. So you still have a use for the real Duke. FORGILL: One. DOCTOR: Formal occasion? FORGILL: Perhaps. DOCTOR: I gather we've landed. Where are we? FORGILL: You like asking questions. DOCTOR: Well, it's the only way to learn. When does this great operation begin, this conquest of the world? FORGILL: Phase one is already complete. DOCTOR: And what are you going to do with it when you've got it? Isn't it a bit large for just about six of you? FORGILL: Other Zygons are on their way. When our planet was destroyed in a recent catastrophe, a great refugee fleet was assembled. DOCTOR: Hmm. And they're coming here at your invitation. FORGILL: Exactly, Doctor. It will be many centuries before the fleet arrives. In that time, the whole of this Earth must be restructured. DOCTOR: I'll say one thing for you, Broton. You think big. FORGILL: Polar icecaps must go, the mean temperature raised several degrees, thousand of lakes with the right mineral elements constructed. I shall recreate my own planet here on Earth. DOCTOR: Using forced labour. FORGILL: That is my intention. Human labour and Zygon technology. The task is challenging, but not impossible. DOCTOR: You're underestimating human beings, Broton. FORGILL: We shall see. Tomorrow I demonstrate my ultimate power. SARAH: It's been hours now. Not a word from anywhere. BENTON: Oh, don't worry, Miss. Something's bound to happen. I mean, they've got to make a move soon, haven't they. SARAH: It's the Doctor I'm worried about. Could be dad for all we know. BENTON: Oh, come on. If I know the Doctor, he's most likely working out a way to escape right at this minute. SARAH: Oh yes, I know that. It's just not hearing anything. SARAH: Any news? BRIGADIER: Nothing on the spaceship, but we've had another report on that underwater object. It's been sighted off the coast. The Navy are sending some frigates from Chatham. BENTON: UNIT Headquarters. Who? Oh, yes, he's here. Just a moment, please. It's for you, sir. The Prime Minister. BRIGADIER: Lethbridge Stewart speaking. Oh, absolutely understood, madam. No public announcement. Yes, madam. Discreet action. Discreet but resolute. DOCTOR: Right, now for the big question. Is half power lethal? FORGILL: A relay must have jammed in the dystelic circuit. ZYGON: No, Commander. The circuit panel is in order. FORGILL: Trace the source, quick. We must stop that transmission. BENTON: Sir! I think this is it. FORGILL: Whatever he's doing has jammed the door. It is the Doctor! SARAH: It's the Doctor, I know it is. BENTON: Well, I've checked the triangulations, sir, and I make it about, about here. BRIGADIER: Just beyond Brentford. A disused quarry. We've got them, Mister Benton! BRIGADIER: Right, let's move out. FORGILL: Is he dad? ZYGON: Yes, Commander. The power destroyed him. FORGILL: It is well. I underestimated his intelligence, but he underestimated the power of organic crystallography. Come, it is almost time for me to leave. DOCTOR: I'm alive! FORGILL: Distance? ZYGON: The Skarasen is fifty Earth miles away, Commander. FORGILL: Excellent. It is time for me to place the activator on the target. Humanity is at our feet. DUKE: Who are you? DOCTOR: His Grace the Duke of Forgill, I presume? DUKE: Yes. Where the blazes am I? DOCTOR: On a spaceship. DUKE: Spaceship? FORGILL: In two minutes, close down dyastetic transmission and maintain monitor contact. ZYGON: Understood. Commander. FORGILL: Open the escape hatch. When phase two is completed, I shall broadcast my demands to the world. LAMONT: What are you doing? DOCTOR: We've got to lure the Zygons out of the control room somehow. This is also a fre sensor. If I can heat it sufficiently DOCTOR: Quick, back into your alcoves! We'll soon see how good their fre drill is. DOCTOR: (quietly) Okay, quick, everybody out. It won't take them long to realise it's a false alarm. DOCTOR: Come along, quick. Break that vacuum mechanism to jam the door.) CABER: This one? DOCTOR: Yes, that one, man. Get on with it. CABER: Is that broken enough? DOCTOR: It's more than enough. DOCTOR: Right, let's see what other damage we can do. Anybody know what this is? DUKE: I haven't the faintest idea. LAMONT: You tell us. DOCTOR: I will. It's a self-destructor, and it works like this. DOCTOR: Right, we've got about sixty seconds before the whole ship blows up. ZYGON (OOV.): Open this door! Open this door! SARAH: There it is! SARAH: Doctor! DOCTOR: Everyone get down! BRIGADIER: Well. DOCTOR: Was that bang big enough for you, Brigadier? HARRY: Nicely done, Doctor. That's the end of the Zygons, eh? DOCTOR: Not entirely. Broton escaped and he still has control of the monster. He plans to attck some target in London. SARAH: Close to the Thames, huh? DOCTOR: Exactly. And this time it'll be something really spectacular. BRIGADIER: I've just remembered. When I spoke to the PM earlier, she was about to leave for Stanbridge House. And that's on the river. DOCTOR: What's happening there? DUKE: The Fourth International Energy Conference. The place'll be full of VIPs from all over the world. It's a meeting of crucial importance. DOCTOR: Ah. That could be it, Brigadier. BRIGADIER: Yes, but he'd need a pass to get in. The security's very tight. SARAH: But he'll have a pass. The Duke, the real Duke, is President of the Scottish Energy Commission. DUKE: That's right, I am. DOCTOR: Well, come on. Let's get to London. BENSON: Tell the Brigadier the monster's been sighted again. It'll be at Stanbridge House in another four minutes. I repeat, another four minutes. Over. BRIGADIER: Three and a half minutes, Doctor, and still no sign of Broton in the conference hall. DOCTOR: Well, he was checked into the building. What's behind the conference hall? BRIGADIER: Catering section and river terrace. DOCTOR: You search there. Sarah and I will take the cellar. DOCTOR: Not much light. SARAH: Maybe somebody should tell the Energy Congress. DOCTOR: Stay there. BROTON (OOV.): I thought you were dad. DOCTOR: Loose thinking, Broton. BROTON (OOV.): This time, I shall make certain. DOCTOR: (to Sarah, sotto) Get the Brigadier. (loud) Broton, your spaceship's been destroyed. This building is surrounded by soldiers. BROTON: I control the Skarasen! I can destroy this planet or become its master. That is the choice I offer your world. SARAH: Brigadier! Brigadier! BRIGADIER: Morton, through the other door! Right, come with me. BROTON: The Skarasen will destroy you all. SARAH: Doctor! DOCTOR: The signal device, quickly. Broton's hidden it in this room somewhere. Brigadier, evacuate the building. The monster will tear the place down to get the device. BRIGADIER: Right. Ferguson, with me. DOCTOR: Quiet, both of you. Listen. I can almost feel it. DOCTOR: The monster must be allowed to destroy it. HARRY: There's nothing I can do for him. SARAH: And as for this one. HARRY: Sarah, I think we've been left behind. SARAH: Harry, you're right. DOCTOR: Here, boy. Fetch it. Fetch it. HARRY: He must have gone this way. SARAH: Well, let's hope so. SARAH: It's huge! Where's the signal device? DOCTOR: He's chewing it. SARAH: It's going back under the surface. DOCTOR: He'll go home now he's eaten the device. HARRY: Home? DOCTOR: Loch Ness, Harry. The only home he knows. DUKE: Tell me, I imagine the whole business caused quite a stir. BRIGADIER: No, the Cabinet's accepted my report and the whole affair's now completely closed. DUKE: You mean it never happened. BRIGADIER: Well, a fifty foot monster can't swim up the Thames and att*ck a large building without some people noticing, but you know what politicians are like. DUKE: Yes, quite. By the way, I was coming to meet you people. I could swear I caught a glimpse of the monster in the Loch. SARAH: But you're not sure. DUKE: The sun was in my eyes. Now, where is this contraption of yours? DOCTOR: My contraption, your Grace, is this way. I think. Follow me. Come on. DUKE: That's the TARDIS? DOCTOR: Yes, that's the TARDIS. And I'm going to pilot it all the way to London. I can be there five minutes ago. SARAH: Just a minute, Doctor. I thought you couldn't do that. DOCTOR: Of course I can. Coming? BRIGADIER: No, thank you. HARRY: I think I'll stick to InterCity this time, Doctor. DOCTOR: Sarah? SARAH: Er. DOCTOR: No? SARAH: All right. Providing we do go straight back to London. DOCTOR: Oh yes, we will. I promise. DUKE: Well, I'll be. Do they have return tickets? BRIGADIER: Yes, I imagine so. DUKE: You should have taken them and got your refund, man. I thought you were a Scotsman.	{"type": "series", "show": "Doctor Who", "episode": "13x04 - Terror of the Zygons - part 4"}	foreverdreaming
PLANET OF EVIL BY: LOUIS MARKS Part One Original Air Date: 27 September 1975 Running time: 24:02 BALDWIN: Yep? BRAUN: Base checking. You all right out there? BALDWIN (OOV.): All quiet. BRAUN (OOV.): Where are you? BALDWIN: Sector five. We've ht a rich load. BRAUN: Sector five? Listen, I just took a sun sht. You have fifteen degrees to full night. You'd better get out of there fast. BALDWIN: Right. Professor, that was Braun. We've got to leave. SORENSON: What? BALDWIN: It's fifteen degrees to night. SORENSON: Just look at this, Baldwin. It's showing more than seventy pure. BALDWIN: We'll never make base from here, sir, if we don't leave now. SORENSON: The last time we ht a vein as rich as this, you know what happened? BALDWIN: Yes. Lorenzo died. He was the first. That's when it all seemed to start. SORENSON: We lost it. The vein vanished. This damned planet took it back. It's alive, you know, Baldwin. It watches every move we make. I won't be beaten again. Load the canisters. BALDWIN: Professor, please. There isn't time now. We can return tomorrow. SORENSON: It'll be gone by tomorrow. Don't you see, man? It knows. It senses what we're trying to do. BALDWIN: I'm not trekking back through that jungle in the dark. If you don't come now, I shall have to leave you. SORENSON: Well, then, leave. Leave. BALDWIN: Braun? Braun? BALDWIN: Sorenson wouldn't come. He. Braun? Where are you? SARAH: How long have we been travelling? DOCTOR: Hmm? What did you say? SARAH: You promised me we'd be back in London five minutes before leaving Loch Ness. DOCTOR: Did I? SARAH: Oh, you're trying to wriggle out of it. DOCTOR: Wriggle out of what? SARAH: Your promise. DOCTOR: Listen, we're on the edge of a time-space vortex and you're talking in minutes. SARAH: Oh, I see. What's gone wrong this time? DOCTOR: Nothing. Nothing at all. What makes you think something's gone wrong? SARAH: Because you always get rude when you're trying to cover up a mistake. DOCTOR: Nothing of consequence. Slight sht, easily rectified. SARAH: Come on, where are we? DOCTOR: We've come out of the time vortex at the wrong point, that's all. A few years too late. SARAH: How many? DOCTOR: Thirty thousand. SARAH: That's a distress call. DOCTOR: Someone's in trouble. SARAH: Where? DOCTOR: Who knows? Stand by for emergency materialisation. SARAH: Which way? DOCTOR: This way. SARAH: You don't know where we are. DOCTOR: Oh, with any luck, we're near enough to reach wherever it is. SARAH: That is not what I meant. DOCTOR: Before whatever it was that made them transmit the call overwhelms them. That is, if we're not too late already. SARAH: I mean, what planet? DOCTOR: Oh, it's a weak signal. Allowing for the fact of interference from the time warp, could you move any faster? SARAH: I'm doing the best I can. VISHINSKY: There it is, Zeta Minor. The last planet of the known universe. SALAMAR: Crew deck, orbital entry imminent. Ponti and de Haan to command area. Ponti and de Haan to command area. Vishinsky, you'll lead the landing party. VISHINSKY: Without Ponti? SALAMAR: You are the most experienced officer. VISHINSKY: You are going to scan first? SALAMAR: No. VISHINSKY: It's advised procedure before physical landing on any ex-planet. SALAMAR: Technically, Zeta Minor is not an ex-planet. Professor Sorenson's party's been on the surface for months. VISHINSKY: They might have been dad for months. They've not reported. SALAMAR: Vishinsky, you know our fuel position. We've enough for the return journey and an emergency reserve. I cannot waste that on a low level scan. VISHINSKY: It's your decision, Controller. I'll get equipped for descent. DOCTOR: Sarah? You all right? What's the matter? SARAH: I don't know. Just suddenly felt so odd, as though my mind left my body. DOCTOR: Are you all right now? SARAH: Yes. DOCTOR: You look all right. SARAH: Yeah. What's that you've found? DOCTOR: Hand tool of some kind. SARAH: So the people who sent that signal must be humanoid. Well, if they've got hands? SALAMAR: The descent chamber's ready, Ponti. PONTI: (Jamaican) Yes, Controller. SALAMAR: The probe will remain in free orbit in case emergency escape procedures are needed. From the time you land, maintain permanent audio contact. DE HAAN: Understood, Controller. SALAMAR: The descent area is the one selected for Sorenson, so you should have no difficulty locating the base. VISHINSKY: Unless something gets in our way. SALAMAR: You're equipped and trained to deal with all normal contingencies. The prime purpose of this mission is to locate Professor Sorenson's expedition. If hostile forces are found to be operating on Zeta Minor, we've the capacity to eliminate them. SALAMAR: Right, we're in orbit. Prepare for descent. SARAH: Looks like we're too late. DOCTOR: Several months too late, by the look of him. DOCTOR: Anyone about? No one about. SARAH: Can't we have some lights? DOCTOR: Probably the power's run down. SARAH: That would account for the weak signal. DOCTOR: Yes. Ah. SARAH: What? DOCTOR: atmatic distress button. It all adds up. May have been running for months. High capacity power cell dependant for sunlight on charging. SARAH: So we're still in the solar system. DOCTOR: We're still in a solar system, but what particular star provides the light and energy? Wherever we are, we're a long way out. SARAH: I wonder what happened here? DOCTOR: Hmm? Well, this is clearly the base for some kind of scientific expedition, possibly geological. Something went wrong and they sent out a distress signal. SARAH: And died before help arrived. DOCTOR: Yes, something like that. A lost expedition. SARAH: So, what are we going to do? DOCTOR: So, let's go back to the TARDIS and fetch my spectromixer, and I'll fix our position by that star. Then I'll repair this power cell and try and make contact. SARAH: Well, you can get on with that now. I'll fetch the spectromixer. DOCTOR: Good idea. Would you do that? SARAH: Why not? I know the way. DOCTOR: Good thinking. What are you waiting for? SARAH: The key. DOCTOR: Oh. SARAH: Right. See you. DOCTOR: Sarah. VISHINSKY: Don't touch. Keep back. It may be a trap. Landing party to probe. SALAMAR: Understood. You've acted correctly. Do not attempt entry. VISHINSKY (OOV.): Shall we apply disintegrators? SALAMAR: On no account. It'll yield essential information on hostile forces. Your orders are, transpose object to probe. Out. Prepare the quarantine berth. VISHINSKY: All right, stand clear. VISHINSKY: Movement. Over there. Approach and identify yourself. VISHINSKY: Professor Sorenson! SORENSON: I've been observing you for some time. One has to be careful on this planet. Appearances can be deceptive. VISHINSKY: You all right, Professor? SORENSON: Oh, yes. It's nearly dawn. The days are quite safe. VISHINSKY: But how are you? Galactic Mission Control received no word from you. They sent us to investigate. SORENSON: I'm well. I'm more than well. My theory about Zeta Minor has proved to be true. Only last night I made the vital discovery in Sector five. VISHINSKY: Where are the others? SORENSON: Baldwin returned to the base last night. He was suffering from, from fatigue. He'll be fine now. Come, I'll show you the way. VISHINSKY: There were eight in your expedition. SORENSON: Yes, we've had difficulties. Conditions are hard. We've lost some, but the important thing is the mission has been a success. We found what we came to find. VISHINSKY: How many have you lost? SORENSON: He'll be fine now. It's just tiredness. He needs a good rest. It's not far. SORENSON: Baldwin? DOCTOR: He's dad. SORENSON: Yes. mrder. Just like the others. VISHINSKY: Stay where you are. SALAMAR: Stand just where you are. SARAH: Where am I? SALAMAR: You are in orbit around planet Zeta Minor. You're a Morestran prisoner. SARAH: I can't breathe. SALAMAR: An oxygen type. Could be an Earthling. Transfer oxygen to quarantine area. MORELLI: Command deck calling you, Commander. SALAMAR: Right. Complete the quarantine procedures and bring the alien to me. You see what she's holding? VISHINSKY: He calls himself the Doctor. He's not of our world. Claims to have landed in response to a distress call. SALAMAR: Have you checked the transmitters down there? VISHINSKY: Yes, but any signal would have been monitored by our receivers. DOCTOR: Perhaps my receivers are better than yours. PONTI: Shut up! DOCTOR: My manners certainly are. SALAMAR: Can't Sorenson explain? VISHINSKY (OOV.): He's too shocked. His mental state is strained. SALAMAR: Understandable. We arrived just in time. And the prisoner? VISHINSKY (OOV.): Just repeats the same story. SALAMAR: Keep a careful watch on him. I may have better fortune. SALAMAR: You picked it up? SARAH: That's what I said. We picked up a distress call and landed immediately. SALAMAR: Do you have any idea where Zeta Minor is situated? SARAH: No, not exactly. SALAMAR: It's beyond Cygnus A. It's as distant again from Ortoro galaxy as that galaxy is from the Anterades. It's on the very edge of the known universe. You just happened to be passing when you received this distress call? SARAH: Well, no, no, no, we were on our way to London, to Earth. SALAMAR: To Earth? You said you came from Earth. SARAH: Yes, we do. That is, I do. You see, the Doctor said we could, we could be back SALAMAR: Report. MORELLI (OOV.): Landing site moving to obverse. Decision to land on planet or continue in orbit imperative. SALAMAR: We'll go in now, before night. I think you and your friend, the Doctor, know much more about Zeta Minor than you want us to think. Take her away. Commence landing procedure. SORENSON: We'd only been working a few weeks when Lorenzo went. After that, Gura and then Summers. And then for a while, it stopped. We thought that we were safe, that whatever it was had decided to leave us in peace, but it wasn't to be. VISHINSKY: The killings always happened at night? SORENSON: Oh, yes. The nights are the worst. SALAMAR: Naturally. Any force of alien infiltrators is going to operate under cover of dark. A full and immediate confession would save you great discomfort. DOCTOR: Discomfort? You mean you're going to trture me. SALAMAR: Interrogate you. And nobody, Doctor, withstands Morestran interrogation for very long. Put him with the other prisoner. SALAMAR: We must try and contact the home planet again. VISHINSKY: Not a chance, Controller. This far our, we're on our own. SALAMAR: Well? PONTI: We've searched a wide belt of the jungle in all directions. No sign of any other life. SALAMAR: So that seems to narrow the kller down to our two aliens. Prepare to execute them. SARAH: Let's go, shall we? DOCTOR: How? SARAH: Through the window. DOCTOR: They're magnetically locked. SARAH: But the power is low.	{"type": "series", "show": "Doctor Who", "episode": "13x05 - Planet of Evil - part 1"}	foreverdreaming
PLANET OF EVIL BY: LOUIS MARKS Part Two Original Air Date: 4 October 1975 Running time: 22:30 PONTI: Nothing. DE HAAN: I heard a scream. PONTI: Who's the guard on this sector? DE HAAN: O'Hara. There's no sign of him. PONTI: Let's get some lights round here. DE HAAN: Right. I'll go and look for him. DOCTOR: All right, Sarah, I think it's gone. Are you all right? What's the matter? SARAH: It's how I felt before, in the jungle. As though I was being drawn from my body. DOCTOR: You've had a very narrow escape. SARAH: What was it? DOCTOR: I'm not sure yet, but I've got a very unpleasant theory. SALAMAR: Everything's normal now. VISHINSKY: Something caused that power drain. There was a temperature drop of four degrees. PONTI: Controller! VISHINSKY: Later, Ponti. We have a systems fault. PONTI: I think the base is under attck, Controller. SALAMAR: Under attck? PONTI: We've heard something out there. And O'Hara seems to have disappeared. We need lights. SALAMAR: Better check the prisoners, Vishinsky. SALAMAR: As I thought. VISHINSKY: I'll call the crew to alert. SARAH: It's as if life was sucked out of him. DOCTOR: Come on. I think we've been missed. PONTI: Halt! VISHINSKY: With the power drain, the magnetic lock must have failed. SALAMAR: Obviously. But we still don't know what caused it. SALAMAR: What is it? PONTI: Something you should see for yourself, Controller. They've klled O'Hara. SALAMAR: They must be recaptured and made to pay for this. PONTI: We won't find them in this jungle. SALAMAR: They won't escape. We'll launch the oculoid tracker at first light. PONTI: Very good, Controller. SALAMAR: Get Sorenson. I want him to see this. VISHINSKY: He's under medicare in the probe. SALAMAR: Bring him here immediately, Vishinsky. And I want a full bio-analysis on the cause of death. VISHINSKY: All right. SARAH: It's so dark. DOCTOR: Just hang on. SARAH: What's the matter? DOCTOR: Nothing. SARAH: Where are we going? DOCTOR: Shush. Listen. It's coming this way. SARAH: (quietly) That was lucky. DOCTOR: Fortunately, time is on our side. SARAH: Time? DOCTOR: Yes. Night's candles are brned out and jocund day stands tiptoe on the misty mountain top. Or something like that. SARAH: Ah, you mean it's getting light. DOCTOR: That's what Shakespeare meant. SARAH: Doesn't it like daylight? DOCTOR: That is the question. SARAH: Oh, Doctor, where are you going? VISHINSKY: Projectile chamber three, ignition procedures activate. MORELLI (OOV.): Projectile chamber three activated. Oculoid function normal. VISHINSKY: Launch attitude seven. MORELLI (OOV.): Seven. VISHINSKY: Telesystems on transverse sweep. MORELLI (OOV.): Transverse sweep established. VISHINSKY: Maintain ocular frequency. MORELLI (OOV.): Ocular frequency is transmitting now. VISHINSKY: Oculoid tracker launched. SARAH: What was that, an elfin spirit of the forest? DOCTOR: Some sort of surveillance device. SARAH: Oh. At least we know we can't get lost. DOCTOR: No. I met him once, you know. SARAH: Who? DOCTOR: Shakespeare. Charming fellow. Dreadful actor. SARAH: Perhaps that's why he took up writing. DOCTOR: Perhaps it was. SALAMAR: You've seen the body? SORENSON: All my party died the same way. A type of total dehydration. SALAMAR: I have the bio-analysis here. All the organs are undamaged. No contusions or evidence of pressure. Complete extraction of bodily fluids from tissue. VISHINSKY: We've no wapon in our technology that could produce such an effect. SALAMAR: No, a heat wapon would have produced external injuries. All the indications are that some very rapid form of freeze-drying occurred. SORENSON: Isn't this irrelevant, Controller? SALAMAR: Irrelevant? SORENSON: I came to Zeta Minor to prove a theory that could save our civilisation. I've been successful. That's all that matters. SALAMAR: Seven men have died at the hands of these aliens. SORENSON: There is more at stake here than seven lives. Our solar system is dependant upon a dying sun. I've discovered a new and inexhaustible source of energy. Rock formations on the fringe of the universe. MORELLI: Controller, the oculoid tracker has located the prisoners. SALAMAR: Order out the pursuit party. PONTI: Right, Controller. SORENSON: You're wasting time. My mineral samples must be loaded aboard and we must prepare for immediate take off. SALAMAR: I am well aware of your high position in the science authorities, Professor, but this is a military expedition with military objectives. The manual says hostile alien forces must be searched out and liquidated. That operation is now in hand. DOCTOR: Yes, this is it. SARAH: Is this where the thing lives? DOCTOR: No, it doesn't live anywhere. It just is. SARAH: Uh oh. Doctor. DOCTOR: Never mind about that. Look down there. What do you see? SARAH: A pool. DOCTOR: Look into it. Wouldn't you expect to see a reflection? SARAH: There's nothing. What do you mean, this is it? PONTI: Raise your hands over your heads. Search him. DOCTOR: I can empty my own pockets, thank you. PONTI: Put your hands over your heads. DOCTOR: I've nothing up my sleeve, if that's what you mean. PONTI: Search them both. DOCTOR: Get back! Didn't you learn anything? You're tampering with the balance of nature on this planet in ways you don't understand. It may already be too late. SORENSON: I want these canisters loaded carefully. DE HAAN: What's in them? SORENSON: Refined ore. Energy. I calculate that six pounds of this material in our own solar system would produce heat equivalent to the output of our own sun over a period of three centuries. Well, don't you understand, man? Full scale exploitation of this planet would provide us with perpetual energy in any quantity whenever we needed it. I've made the greatest discovery in scientific history. DE HAAN: Do you need any of this other equipment, Professor? SORENSON: You still don't understand the implications, do you. No, no, there's nothing here. The base can be abandoned. VISHINSKY: The prisoners have cleared quarantine. SALAMAR: Any wapon? VISHINSKY: Our detectors revealed nothing. If they caused the deaths, they used some super-sensory process. SALAMAR: It's not unknown for aliens to utilise such techniques. Bring them in. VISHINSKY: Have the aliens brought in. SALAMAR: Where's Sorenson? VISHINSKY: Getting his samples aboard preparatory to launching. SALAMAR: I've given no orders for a launching. There are seven deaths to be accounted for. VISHINSKY: Sorenson has a lot of authority in high circles, Salamar. It may be unwise to antagonise him. SALAMAR: He's still a civilian. Military priorities take precedence. VISHINSKY: Bring the prisoners forward. DOCTOR: Prisoners? We're here to help. We're not prisoners. SALAMAR: You are prisoners, and you are charged with diverse acts of wr against the subjects of Morestra. DOCTOR: Not guilty. SARAH: This is ridiculous. VISHINSKY: Silence. DOCTOR: Do you have any idea of what you're up against on this planet? SALAMAR: You will not respond to questions with counter-questions. DOCTOR: If you won't allow us VISHINSKY: Silence! You will have a chance to speak, Doctor. DOCTOR: Thank you. SALAMAR: This interrogation will be conducted in an orderly manner. Failure to comply will result in your immediate execution. MORELLI: Radioactive reading just within our tolerance. What do they contain? SORENSON: Mineral elements from the planet. SALAMAR: Yesterday, you were found with the body of one of our scientists. Last night one of our guards died and you were seen kneeling over him. Can you explain this? DOCTOR: We had nothing to do with those deaths. They were brought about by your intrusion. Listen, now listen to me, please. Here on Zeta Minor is the boundary between existence as you know it and the other universe, which you just don't understand. VISHINSKY: Other universe? DOCTOR: Yes. From the beginning of time, it has existed side by side with the known universe. Each is the antithesis of the other. You call it nothing, a word to cover ignorance, then centuries ago scientists invented another word for it. Antimatter, they called it. SALAMAR: Nonsense. Clever deception to cover their real motives. VISHINSKY: I don't think so. Let him finish. DOCTOR: And you, by coming here, have crossed the boundary into that other universe to plunder it. Dangerous. SORENSON: Salamar. My mineral samples are aboard. It is getting dark. Prepare for the return journey. DOCTOR: Mineral samples? Sorenson, you can't take any part of this planet with you. SORENSON: That was the purpose of my expedition. DOCTOR: But you can't! SALAMAR: Get them out of here. I'll deal with them later. DOCTOR: Sorenson, if you don't listen to me, you'll never leave this planet. SALAMAR: Now look, Sorenson. I'm aware of your position, but I am in command of this probe and I decide when it takes off. Do you understand? SORENSON: What did he mean, we'll never leave this planet? SARAH: Do you ever get tired of being pushed around? DOCTOR: Frequently. SARAH: We could get in the TARDIS and disappear. DOCTOR: No, no. It's tempting to let them go ahead and destroy themselves. The trouble is, they wouldn't be the only ones. SARAH: How do you mean? DOCTOR: Cataclysm. SARAH: The Big Bang? DOCTOR: Yes. The end of the universe. SARAH: What's that? DOCTOR: Do you remember the rocks around the pool? SARAH: Mmm. They were sort of a brownish colour. DOCTOR: This is a concentrated form. SARAH: It's changing colour! SARAH: What are you doing? What are you doing? DOCTOR: It's just an idea. SARAH: It's the compression units. They're preparing to launch! DOCTOR: Fools. Do they really think they'll be allowed to leave with this on board? VISHINSKY: Pressurisation complete. Cyclostimulators activate. MORELLI: Activated. VISHINSKY: Power jets to lock in positions. MORELLI: Locked. VISHINSKY: Gyrostabilisers, activate. MORELLI: Activated. VISHINSKY: Prepare for final ignition. Ten, nine, eight MORELLI: Pressurisation falling. Cyclostimulators not responding. SALAMAR: Activate secondary launch units. MORELLI: Cycle complete. VISHINSKY: Secondary launch units activated. SALAMAR: I don't understand. VISHINSKY: What's gone wrong? MORELLI: Emergency power units inoperative. Main and secondary circuits failing. SALAMAR: Cancel ignition. VISHINSKY: It doesn't make sense. SORENSON: Look! SALAMAR: What is it? VISHINSKY: It's going to att*ck the ship! SORENSON: Energy. Pure energy in physical form. It's incredible! VISHINSKY: Operate the forcefield barrier. SALAMAR: Get the alien prisoners up here. I think that thing's got something to do with them. MORELLI: The barrier won't work. There's not enough power! SALAMAR: Get out there and stop it. DOCTOR: You've sent those men to their deaths. Use the forcefield barrier. VISHINSKY: It won't work. DOCTOR: Then link it to the atomic accelerator. MORELLI: It's too dangerous. DOCTOR: Link the forcefield to the atomic accelerator! VISHINSKY: We've got to try it, Salamar. Give the order! SALAMAR: Do it. MORELLI: Linked. VISHINSKY: Forcefield barrier. VISHINSKY: Thank you, Doctor. SALAMAR: All right, tell us what you know about that. DOCTOR: Sorenson, you're a scientist. Surely you appreciate the dangers of moving material from one dimension to another. SORENSON: That was the whole purpose of my expedition. DOCTOR: You're tampering with hideously dangerous forces. SALAMAR: But it's gone. DOCTOR: Yes, for the moment. But while those mineral samples remain on board, it'll always come back. VISHINSKY: Are you saying we can't take off? DOCTOR: Unless you abandon those canisters, yes. SORENSON: But we need those mineral samples. DOCTOR: Why? SORENSON: Our sun is dying. By taking material from this planet, we can refuel it and save our civilisation. DOCTOR: I'm afraid that isn't the solution. You must find an alternative energy source. SALAMAR: So if we jettison those canisters we can take off? DOCTOR: As long as your intention to leave as you came, empty-handed, is made clear. VISHINSKY: But how do we communicate that intention? DOCTOR: Through me. I'm not entirely without influence, but it will take time. SALAMAR: Very well. But the girl will stay here. You may go. SORENSON: But DOCTOR: Alone. I must go alone. SARAH: Doctor. DOCTOR: Yes, I know. I'll take care. SALAMAR: Launch the oculoid tracker. I want his movements followed. DOCTOR: No!	{"type": "series", "show": "Doctor Who", "episode": "13x06 - Planet of Evil - part 2"}	foreverdreaming
PLANET OF EVIL BY: LOUIS MARKS Part Three Original Air Date: 11 October 1975 Running time: 23:50 SARAH: Doctor! Do something. SORENSON: There is nothing to be done. VISHINSKY: He has disappeared into the vortex between this universe and the next. SARAH: No, not the Doctor! He can't be dad. SORENSON: He has ceased to exist. Controller, it is nearly night. We must prepare to launch. SALAMAR: I agree. Vishinsky, see the Professor Sorenson's mineral samples are removed. SORENSON: No. No, you can't leave those canisters behind. SALAMAR: Those minerals are endangering the safety of my command. They must be jettisoned. SORENSON: You arrogant young fool. The whole purpose of your command was to get me and that positron material back to our cosmos. SALAMAR: So that you can be hailed as the saviour of civilisation? No, Professor. My orders were simply to find your party and get back. SORENSON: If you abandon that material, you destroy years of my life's work. SALAMAR: You are a civilian aboard a military vessel. There will be no further argument. DE HAAN: Carry them in, carry them out. That ought to be the Space Service motto. MORELLI: Yes, well, they've changed their minds. DE HAAN: Yeah, well they could have changed their minds first, couldn't they? I mean, just for a change. MORELLI: Listen, de Haan. The Controller simply wants us to take these canisters outside the take off forcefield area, right? DE HAAN: Right. MORELLI: Right. DE HAAN: It's only another fifty yards multiplied by ten. DE HAAN: Half my service I spend flying one way, the other half I spend flying back again. They should pay me for staying in one place. MORELLI: Come on. SARAH: Doctor! Doctor! Doctor. DOCTOR: Sarah, Vandervelt's equation of knowledge. Quite wrong. SARAH: Doctor, come on. Come on. The spaceship, it's leaving. Doctor! Doctor! Doctor, wake up. Doctor! DE HAAN: All the canisters are off the ship, Controller. SALAMAR: Good. We'll go for immediate take off, Vishinsky. VISHINSKY: Commence pressurisation and pre-ignition checks. REIG (OOV.): Pre-ignition checks commenced. SALAMAR: Recall the oculoid. VISHINSKY: Cancel that! SALAMAR: What? VISHINSKY: The oculoid picture. Look! VISHINSKY: Cut the forcefield. SALAMAR: Are you taking command, Vishinsky? VISHINSKY: He's alive, Salamar. SALAMAR: There are higher priorities than recovering corpses. VISHINSKY: I'm going out for them. SALAMAR: We must leave this planet before night. Prepare the sick bay. SORENSON: No. SORENSON: While still on the surface of Zeta Minor, and within the sab environment of the space probe, positron elements showed a twenty, a twenty percent increase in flux activity. This would seem to indicate a substantially greater, a greater, argh. VISHINSKY: Electro-function almost non-existent. SARAH: But he's still alive. VISHINSKY: Raise the stimulation intensity twelve degrees. DE HAAN: But that's way over safety margins. VISHINSKY: Do it! SARAH: He moved! DE HAAN: Don't expect too much. SARAH: What? DE HAAN: They often move under stimulation. It's the nervous system. VISHINSKY: He's breathing. SARAH: He's coming round. Doctor. Doctor? SALAMAR (OOV.): Stand by for take off. Vishinsky to command area. VISHINSKY: He'll be all right. Stay with him. SARAH: Vishinsky. Thanks for helping us. MORELLI: Pressurisation complete, Controller. SALAMAR: Activate cyclostimulators. MORELLI: Power jets locked in. SALAMAR: Prepare for ignition. Take the countdown, Vishinsky. VISHINSKY: If we don't make it this time, we never will. SARAH: Doctor. DOCTOR: What's the noise? SARAH: You're all right. We're taking off. DOCTOR: What? But the canisters. I promised. SARAH: It's all right. They've been dumped. Your promise as a Time Lord? Well, what happened? DOCTOR: It's difficult to explain. SARAH: Well try. What did you do, enter another universe and have a chat with it? DOCTOR: I communicated. SARAH: We seem to be having trouble again. DOCTOR: Oh! Come on. VISHINSKY: We're not going to make it. SALAMAR: Activate secondary boosters. REIG (OOV.): Secondary boosters activated. VISHINSKY: The syncronisers are hitting red. MORELLI: Gravity drag increasing. SALAMAR: I want ten seconds of maximum fuel burn. VISHINSKY: That's crazy! You SALAMAR: You heard me. Ten seconds. MORELLI: Gravity drag still increasing. Height only thirty miles. VISHINSKY: That's more than gravity. There's antimatter still aboard! SALAMAR: All the canisters were removed. DOCTOR: Except for this. SALAMAR: What's that? DOCTOR: Antimatter. How else do you think I survived that pool? SALAMAR: Is there enough there to hold us back? DOCTOR: Yes. SALAMAR: You idiot. Morelli, get that to the jettison hatch fast. DE HAAN: Hey, Morelli, when are we going to get some lights down here? Do you think the command area's the only place anyone's working? DE HAAN: Morelli? Morelli! DE HAAN: Morelli. REIG: Height, two hundred miles. VISHINSKY: We're in free space, but we're losing speed again. SALAMAR: Drag is still increasing. I don't understand it. DOCTOR: Then I suggest you search the ship. SALAMAR: Oh? Why? DOCTOR: Because there must still be antimatter aboard. It's the only explanation. SALAMAR: Impossible. VISHINSKY: Salamar, we're burning fuel at thirty units over norm. At this rate we'll never make the stellar systems. SARAH: But that means we'll be marooned in space! DOCTOR: If we're not vapourised first. SALAMAR: Vapourised? What do you mean? DOCTOR: Antimatter in collision with matter causes radiation annihilation. A release of energy more powerful than nuclear fission. SALAMAR: There is no antimatter aboard this ship! DOCTOR: And I tell you there is. DE HAAN: Controller! Controller, Morelli's dad. SALAMAR: dad? DE HAAN: He's been klled by some sort of an animal. VISHINSKY: Animal? DE HAAN: I saw it in sector three. VISHINSKY: Restore all walkway lights. All right, de Haan, come on. Show us. SORENSON: It's all gone so wrong. SORENSON: Yes? REIG (OOV.): Report at once to sector three. Controller Salamar wants to see you. SORENSON: What for? DOCTOR: Well? VISHINSKY: The pathology readout is identical to the others. Total dehydration. Even the bone marrow. SARAH: But how could that thing get on board? VISHINSKY: I don't know. The forcefield was operating all the time the hatch was open. It was phased to cut in automatically. DOCTOR: I wonder. SALAMAR: You're a scientist. You must have formed some theory. SORENSON: All the deaths appear to have been caused by a technology unknown to us. That would seem to implicate the Doctor and the girl. SALAMAR: Why? SORENSON: Well, they're aliens. SALAMAR: But they were in the command area when Morelli was klled. SORENSON: That machine in the quarantine berth might contain the answer. VISHINSKY: Crew records. What denomination was Morelli? DOCTOR: Can I see the printout? VISHINSKY: Of course. REIG (OOV.): Morelli was Morestran Orthodox. VISHINSKY: Oh, one of those. SARAH: What are you doing? VISHINSKY: Disposal procedure. We may have to play the last rites but we don't have to listen. VISHINSKY: Another good soldier gone to the greatest army of them all. SARAH: Out into space to drift forever. VISHINSKY: It's clean and tidy. SARAH: It's horrible. DOCTOR: Vishinsky, I'd like a medical check on everybody aboard the ship. VISHINSKY: Why? DOCTOR: Because someone is contaminated. SALAMAR: Yes, Doctor, and we want to examine that space machine of yours. DOCTOR: Why? SALAMAR: We believe you to be responsible for all the deaths. Unless you cooperate, I shall kll you and the girl without compunction. SARAH: Oh, great. That's the thanks you get for helping people. DOCTOR: What is all this? VISHINSKY: The Doctor risked his life on our account. SALAMAR: That was a ruse to gain our confidence. His real intention is to destroy us. DOCTOR: Why? For what reason? SORENSON: There are other civilisations as desperate as we are for new energy sources. My discoveries on Zeta Minor would be of immense value to them. DOCTOR: Professor Sorenson, has it ever occurred to you that you might be mistaken? That there is no practical method of exploiting antiquark energy? SORENSON: Oh no, you're wrong. I've spent my life discovering alternative energy. REIG (OOV.): Controller Salamar. Calling the Controller. SALAMAR: What is it, Reig? REIG (OOV.): We're in trouble, sir. The ship's stopped moving. SALAMAR: That's impossible. REIG: Sir, the progress register has stopped. We're making no headway. SALAMAR: I'm coming up. Professor, watch the girl. You, come with us. SARAH: There's no need to. I'm not going to jump out, am I. SORENSON: What is your friend's field of science? SARAH: Oh, everything. He's brilliant. SORENSON: And he's wrong. He has to be wrong. Antiquarks come in three configurations, exactly as I predicted. All my theoretical calculations have proved this! We shall find a way of discovering the energy! SARAH: All right. I'm not arguing. VISHINSKY: We're stationary. Suspended in space. SALAMAR: It's crazy. The thrusters are still at full power. DOCTOR: The answer's really very simple. You've come to the end of your piece of elastic. SALAMAR: What are you talking about? DOCTOR: It won't stretch any further. In fact, very soon it will start to pull you back. SALAMAR: Nothing can do that. DOCTOR: Antimatter can. There's still some aboard and this proves it. VISHINSKY: You mean the ship will be dragged back to Zeta Minor? DOCTOR: Yes, faster and faster. Until, of course, we reach the surface, then we'll stop with a bang. The only way to prevent it is to find the antimatter. SALAMAR: You're diverting attention from what's really causing the trouble. You! You and whatever's in that machine of yours. Something that's draining the power from this ship. DOCTOR: Salamar, you're wrong again. SALAMAR: We'll see. Vishinsky, take charge here. SORENSON: Antimatter is simply matter composed entirely of antiparticles. Therefore, the hypothetical energy available, available, is, is stupendous. SARAH: What's wrong? Are you all right? SORENSON: Yes. Yes, I'm DE HAAN: Oh, Professor, I DE HAAN: Argh! DOCTOR: Usually I only entertain friends in the TARDIS. SALAMAR: Shut up. Open it. DOCTOR: Externally, as you can see, it resembles a London police box. SALAMAR: Open it! DOCTOR (OOV.): Sarah! DOCTOR: Sarah, what happened? SARAH: I caught a glimpse of that thing. It was horrible. DOCTOR: Antiman. SARAH: Antiman? DOCTOR: A hybrid creature running amok. SALAMAR: Don't move! De Haan. You've klled de Haan! DOCTOR: Oh, now listen, Sa SARAH: Doctor! SALAMAR: No! They klled de Haan. VISHINSKY: Some thing klled de Haan. SALAMAR: Let's get rid of them before they kll us all. Take them to the ejector chamber. Hurry! SALAMAR: Prepare to eject. SARAH: You can't do this! It's mrder! VISHINSKY: She's right. You have no evidence. You cannot do it. SALAMAR: How much evidence do you want? The whole crew d*ad? Eject! Eject. VISHINSKY: No, Salamar.	{"type": "series", "show": "Doctor Who", "episode": "13x07 - Planet of Evil - part 3"}	foreverdreaming
PLANET OF EVIL BY: LOUIS MARKS Part Four Original Air Date: 18 October 1975 Running time: 23:43 REIG: Maintain boosters at full thrust. We're only just holding rev. We must avoid being pulled into reverse. REIG: This is the command deck! Send help! Argh! REIG (OOV.): Help! Argh! SALAMAR: Reig! VISHINSKY: Reig. If we hadn't been wasting our time down there. SALAMAR: They caused it all. VISHINSKY: How could they have caused this? We were with them. (into intercom) Attention. All crewmen report to assembly point immediately. Red alert! Red alert! SALAMAR: Countermanded. Only I can give a red alert. VISHINSKY: It's too late for any more mistakes, Salamar. I'm taking command. SALAMAR: You'll regret this. DOCTOR: Where've they gone? SARAH: I think there's been another klling. DOCTOR: What? SARAH: Doctor. Doctor, it is that thing from the planet. I felt it. DOCTOR: You what? SARAH: Just before de Haan was klled, I felt the same sort of icy suction. DOCTOR: Who was with you? SARAH: Professor Sorenson. DOCTOR: Sorenson. Of course. The sole survivor of the expedition. SARAH: So Sorenson is Antiman. DOCTOR: Yes. He's been infected with antimatter. His brain cells are being destroyed. He'll descend to the level of a brute. Sarah? SARAH: Yes? DOCTOR: Get to command deck. Tell them to shut down all the hatches. Our only chance is to keep it isolated. SARAH: Right. But what are you going to do? Doctor! DOCTOR: Do as I say. VISHINSKY: Command area to solarium section. Who's in charge there? RANJIT (OOV.): Senior crewleader Ranjit, sir. VISHINSKY: Ranjit? Good. You know why we're on red alert? RANJIT (OOV.): They say we picked up some contagion back on the planet. VISHINSKY: We picked up something. Some animal. It's klled Morelli, Reig and de Haan, so take no chances. Keep your men on full alert and await further orders. RANJIT (OOV.): Right, sir. SALAMAR: What are you going to do now, Vishinsky? Look at the course monitor. We're heading back to Zeta Minor. Come on, you've taken charge. Give an order. Give an order that'll stop us crashing, or we're all going to die. VISHINSKY: Keep your nerve, Salamar. VISHINSKY: Where's the Doctor? SARAH: I don't know, but he said you've got to close all the hatchways immediately. VISHINSKY: As soon as Professor Sorenson reports in. SARAH: No, now! Don't wait for Sorenson. The Doctor says he's behind all this. SALAMAR: That's insane. How can he be? SARAH: Something on the planet affected him. Look, you've got to shut the hatchways before it's too late. SALAMAR: It's another trick. VISHINSKY: The Doctor's been right so far. We should have listened to him before. Close all section hatchways! DOCTOR: Keep away! SARAH: And the antimatter has turned Sorenson into that monster. VISHINSKY: It's incredible. Sorenson? VISHINSKY: Salamar! SALAMAR: Keep away! VISHINSKY: Don't be a fool. DOCTOR: Keep away. SORENSON: I require an explanation. DOCTOR: Professor Sorenson, you're ill. SORENSON: What do you mean, ill? DOCTOR: You think you've discovered an oral vaccine to protect you against antiquark penetration, but you're wrong. SORENSON: It worked. DOCTOR: For a time, but it set up a cycle of chemical change. There's no way back, Sorenson. You've reached the point where your tissues are so monstrously hybridised that the next metabolic change could be the final one. SORENSON: No. DOCTOR: There isn't much time. SORENSON: No! DOCTOR: You and I are scientists, Professor. We buy our privilege to experiment at the cost of total responsibility. SORENSON: The hypothesis was false. SALAMAR: Open the hatch! VISHINSKY: Take the shielding off that neutron accelerator, you'll be dad in minutes. SALAMAR: But I'll take Sorenson with me. You'd like that, wouldn't you, Vishinsky? That might save your life. You'd like to live? VISHINSKY: You're out of your mind. SALAMAR: Oh, no. No, this is leadership. Strong action. That's why I'm Controller. Open that hatch! SALAMAR: Now, open it! SARAH: Let him go, Vishinsky. Let him go! SALAMAR: You, Controller? You haven't a hope. VISHINSKY: If Sorenson doesn't get him, the radiation will. VISHINSKY [OC}: Command area calling. DOCTOR (OOV.): This is the Doctor. VISHINSKY: Doctor, we're accelerating back to Zeta Minor. Have you located the antimatter? DOCTOR: Listen, Vishinsky. Listen. There are now two forces of antimatter aboard. I've got one, and the other one is Sorenson himself. SARAH: But Salamar's out hunting Sorenson now. VISHINSKY: With a neutron accelerator. DOCTOR: He's got to be stopped. How long to impact? VISHINSKY (OOV.): Less than thirty minutes. DOCTOR: Keep the hatchways open. SALAMAR: Come on! Come on out and face me! DOCTOR (OOV.): Salamar! DOCTOR: Where are you, Salamar? Don't use the accelerator. Salamar! DOCTOR (OOV.): Where are you? Salamar! Whatever you do, don't use the accelerator! DOCTOR (OOV.): Salamar! VISHINSKY (OOV.): Command area. DOCTOR: Vishinsky, it's too late. Salamar's dad. DOCTOR (OOV.): He used the neutron accelerator. If he ht Sorenson, it could be disastrous. SARAH: You mean things can get worse? I don't believe it. DOCTOR (OOV.): Keep the hatches open. I'm coming up. SARAH: Oh, why is he taking so long? VISHINSKY: I'll try the quarantine area again. Doctor. Doctor, if you can hear me, indicate your position. SARAH: Something's happened to him. Doctor, are you all right? DOCTOR (OOV.): Open up, Vishinsky. Open up! DOCTOR: Shut down all the hatchways. It may hold them. SARAH: Them? DOCTOR: Yes, them. They've multiplied. SARAH: Doctor, look. The hatchways are going. VISHINSKY: What are they? DOCTOR: Duplicates of Sorenson. Pure antimatter. The neutron accelerator boosted its power, and the creatures split off and multiplied. VISHINSKY: They're going towards the solarium chamber. Ranjit, what's happening? Can you hear me? RANJIT (OOV.): They're attacking. We need help! They're coming through! Argh! VISHINSKY: Seven men. Sixteen minutes to impact. SARAH: How can we stop them? VISHINSKY: Acceleration thirty STS. Fifteen minutes. SARAH: Doctor, what are we going to do? DOCTOR: Stay here with Vishinsky, Sarah. I'm going out now and I may be some time. VISHINSKY: Acceleration fifty STS. Fourteen minutes. DOCTOR: Sorenson? Sorenson. VISHINSKY: Acceleration seventy three STS. Eight minutes. VISHINSKY: They're all around us. Come on, I'll need your help. SARAH: We've only six minutes. Where are we going? VISHINSKY: To get the forcefield equipment. If we can lay a band around the command area we may be able to keep them out. VISHINSKY: Take that. I'll bring the control box. VISHINSKY: Back, quickly! VISHINSKY: Direction them in a line straight across. We'll seal off the area. SARAH: Look! VISHINSKY: Thirty seconds. Look, we're slowing down. Twenty five seconds. We've stopped. We're still on full power. SARAH: We're moving again. VISHINSKY: We're gaining height! We're moving away from the surface! The Doctor has done it! SARAH: Yes, but where is he? DOCTOR: Sorenson. Professor Sorenson. SORENSON: Where am I? What am I doing here? DOCTOR: You're a very lucky man, Professor. You've been released. SORENSON: Released? DOCTOR: Yes. Because I kept my promise and returned the antimatter. SORENSON: This isn't the Morestran probe ship. DOCTOR: Don't you worry, Professor. Just rest a while. Everything's going to be all right. VISHINSKY: We're making good progress now. Once we cross the galactic frontier we can signal for an emergency refuelling. SARAH: Doctor! VISHINSKY: Professor Sorenson! Are you all right? SORENSON: Yes. Yes, I remember now. My researches. I've discovered a new source of energy. DOCTOR: No, no, no, Professor. I think you'd abandoned that line. You'd decided to concentrate on deriving energy from the kinetic force of planetary movement. SORENSON: Had I? DOCTOR: Yes. Large source of untapped energy there. SORENSON: The kinetic force of planetary movement. What a brilliant idea! SARAH: Goodbye, Vishinsky. And thank you. VISHINSKY: Goodbye. Goodbye, Doctor. DOCTOR: Goodbye, Vishinsky. Come on, Sarah. We've an appointment in London and we're already thirty thousand years late.	{"type": "series", "show": "Doctor Who", "episode": "13x08 - Planet of Evil - part 4"}	foreverdreaming
PYRAMIDS OF MARS BY: "STEPHEN HARRIS" (ROBERT HOLMES AND LEWIS GREIFER) Part One Original Air Date: 25 October 1975 Running time: 25:22 SCARMAN (OOV.): Gently. Be careful. That's it. SCARMAN: It's perfect. It's absolutely untouched. The reliquaries are still sealed. Look at this. Great heaven, this tomb must date back to the First Dynasty of the Pharaohs. How many thousands of years since the priests sealed the inner chamber and draped this tapestry across the entrance? SCARMAN: Achmed, your lantern, man. Quickly, quickly. It's the Eye of Horus. ACHMED: No, Professor Scarman! SCARMAN: Come back! Come back! I need your help! Superstitious savage. I've come too far to turn back now. SARAH: Hey, Doctor. Doctor, look what I've found. DOCTOR: Hello, Vicky. SARAH: What? DOCTOR: Hmm? Where did you get that dress? SARAH: I just told you. I found it back there in the wardrobe. Why, don't you like it? DOCTOR: Yes. Yes, I always did. Victoria wore it. She travelled with me for a time. SARAH: Well, as long as Albert didn't wear it. Oh, come on, Doctor. That's worth a smile, surely? What's the matter? You should be glad to be going home. DOCTOR: The Earth isn't my home, Sarah. I'm a Time Lord. SARAH: I know you're a Time Lord. DOCTOR: You don't understand the implications. I'm not a human being. I walk in eternity. SARAH: What's that supposed to mean? DOCTOR: It means I've lived for something like seven hundred and fifty years. SARAH: Oh, you'll soon be middle aged. DOCTOR: Yes! About time I found something better to do than run around after the Brigadier. SARAH: Oh, come on. If you're tired of being UNIT's scientific advisor, you can always resign. SARAH: What was it? DOCTOR: The relative continuum sab failed. SARAH: No, not that. I mean the thing. DOCTOR: What thing? SARAH: There was a terrible face just for a second, then it was gone. You don't believe me, do you. DOCTOR: Nothing can enter the TARDIS. Unless SARAH: Unless what? DOCTOR: Mental projection of that force is beyond imagination, yet it might explain the sab failure. Let's see. Was it at this end of the spectrum? SARAH: No, Doctor, don't! Whatever it was, I know it was totally malevolent. DOCTOR: We've landed. SARAH: Where? Where have we landed? DOCTOR: We've materialised at the correct point in space, but obviously not in time. A temporal reverse? Some vast impulse of energy has drawn the TARDIS off course. SARAH: You're saying this in UNIT HQ, but years before I knew it? DOCTOR: Yes. SARAH: But it's so different. It can't be the same house. DOCTOR: It must be the old priory. The UNIT house was built on the site. SARAH: The old priory was burnt down, wasn't it? DOCTOR: Something's very wrong. SARAH: Doctor, I don't like it here. DOCTOR: Something's going on contrary to the laws of the universe. I must find out what. COLLINS: Excuse me, sir. NAMIN: Get out. Get out of here! (he stops playing) How dare you disturb me? Get out. Get out at once! COLLINS: I'm sorry, sir, but the gentleman insisted. NAMIN: Gentleman? What gentleman? COLLINS: He's an old friend of Professor Scarman, sir. NAMIN: I ordered that no one was to be admitted, Collins. I told you no callers! WARLOCK: Don't blame Collins. Forced entry, sir. NAMIN: This is outrageous. WARLOCK: Call it what you like. I've a few questions to put to you. NAMIN: All right, Collins. NAMIN: So you have some questions? WARLOCK: My name is Warlock. Doctor Warlock. I live in the village, and Professor Scarman is my oldest friend. NAMIN: I am Ibrahim Namin. WARLOCK: I know your name. It's your business that I am concerned with. Called at the lodge on my way up. Had a word with Scarman's brother, Laurence. He tells me you've had the infernal impudence to bar him from this house. NAMIN: I am acting under instructions from Professor Scarman. WARLOCK: I don't believe it. NAMIN: I have his letter of authority. I have brought back from Egypt all the relics discovered by the Professor on his recent expedition. My orders are to store them safely and allow no one admittance to the Professor himself returns. That is an end to it, Doctor Warlock. WARLOCK: Oh, no, sir. Not by a long chalk! WARLOCK (OOV.): I came here to find out what's going on, and I'm not leaving until I do. (Storage room] DOCTOR: Why bother to lock an internal door? SARAH: Maybe this wing of the house isn't in use. It smells musty enough. DOCTOR: That isn't all must, Sarah. Some of it's mummy. French picklock. Never fails. Belonged to Marie Antoinette. Charming lady. Lost her head, poor thing. DOCTOR: Of course, it would make an ideal headquarters for some paramilitary organisation. This room could easily be turned into a laboratory. Oh, hello. COLLINS: Who are you? How did you get in here? DOCTOR: Through the window. I understood the property was for sale. No? COLLINS: Ah, you're not fooling me, sir. You came with Doctor Warlock, didn't you. DOCTOR: Did we? COLLINS: He asked you to scout round whilst he kept his nibs busy. Listen, if you're a friend of Doctor Warlock, sir, tell him to watch out. SARAH: Watch out for what? COLLINS: The Egyptian. There's no knowing what he might do. He's got the temper of the devil himself. DOCTOR: Egyptian, eh? Is this where he keeps his relatives? COLLINS: It's no joke, sir. He's only been here a few days. I wouldn't be staying, but, well, situations aren't easy to find at my age. DOCTOR: What are you afraid of? COLLINS: He locked this wing. He didn't know there was a second key. If he were to find me along here, let alone you two, he'd go stark raving mad, sir. DOCTOR: I see. In that case, we'd better leave. COLLINS: Oh, not this way, sir. Better go the way you came. He might see you. DOCTOR: As you wish. COLLINS: And remember to tell Doctor Warlock what I said, sir. DOCTOR: Don't worry. I'll remember. WARLOCK (OOV.): Utter humbug. That letter's a bogus fabrication if ever I saw one. NAMIN (OOV.): Are you alleging that it is forged? WARLOCK (OOV.): I am, sir, and I intend to prove it. NAMIN (OOV.): I warn you, Doctor Warlock, do not interfere. WARLOCK (OOV.): Are you thrat me? NAMIN: It is not I who thrat. There are ancient powers gathering in this place. Powers beyond the comprehension of unbelievers. WARLOCK: Ancient balderdash. Now let me warn you, Namin. Unless you give me some straight answers, I'm going to the police. NAMIN: To say what? That a foreigner is living in Professor Scarman's house? WARLOCK: To say that he's not been seen for weeks. That his baggage is lying unclaimed in his hotel. Oh, yes, I've had some enquiries made in Cairo. WARLOCK: What the devil? NAMIN: Open, the fool. WARLOCK: Poor fellow. He's been strangled. NAMIN: The gods have returned. I, Ibrahim Namin, servant of the true faith, rejoice in their power. WARLOCK: Get the police. His assailant can't have got far. NAMIN: You blind, pathetic fool. The servants of the All Powerful have arisen. When the temple is cleansed of all unbelievers, the High One himself will come among us. This is how it was written. WARLOCK: Yes, I see. Well, I still think the police NAMIN: You should have listened when I told you to leave, Warlock. Now you have seen too much. You must be the second unbeliever to die. (The Doctor lassoes Namin with his scarf just as he fires, and pulls him to the floor. SARAH (OOV.): Come on, quick. NAMIN: Abisme, Sutekh. Molachah. T'nab. WARLOCK: It's no good, I can't go much further. DOCTOR: You must. We're sitting ducks if we stay here. WARLOCK: Get to the lodge. Tell Laurence DOCTOR: Laurence? WARLOCK: Marcus Scarman's brother. He live there. Knows me. DOCTOR: He needs help, Sarah. You go on ahead, find the lodge. SARAH: What about you? DOCTOR: I'll be all right. SARAH: Okay. NAMIN: The All Powerful descends. O noble god, your servant hears you. Namin leaves, followed by the mummy. Sarah arrives with Laurence Scarman.) LAURENCE: Oh, my dear chap. Is he badly hurt? DOCTOR: He'll be all right if we can staunch the bleeding. LAURENCE: We'd better get him back to the lodge. SARAH: Doctor, listen. I saw a mummy. A walking mummy! DOCTOR: Mummies are embalmed, eviscerated corpses. They don't walk. SARAH: But this one did. DOCTOR: Never mind about that now. WARLOCK: Thank you. SARAH: Now, is there anything I can get you? WARLOCK: No, no, I'm all right now. SARAH: Just try and rest, then. LAURENCE: Well, in view of what you've told me, I'm going to fetch the police. DOCTOR: No! This is much too grave a matter for the police, Mister Scarman. LAURENCE: Too grave? DOCTOR: Yes. They'd only hamper my investigation. LAURENCE: Your investigations? DOCTOR: Yes. Why do you think I'm here? Something's interfering with time, Mister Scarman, time is my business. LAURENCE: Who are you? SARAH: Well, I'm Sarah Jane Smith. I'm a journalist. LAURENCE: Journalist? Who is your companion? SARAH: My companion? Oh, that's just the Doctor. We travel in time, Mister Scarman. I'm really from 1980. LAURENCE: That is utterly preposterous, Miss Smith. SARAH: Yes. Sorry. DOCTOR: Interesting contraption. LAURENCE: Kindly leave that alone, sir. That apparatus is delicately adjusted, and furthermore is a receiver containing highly dangerous electrical current. DOCTOR: Yes, so I see. What year is this? LAURENCE: What year? DOCTOR: It's a simple enough question, surely. LAURENCE: Are you telling me you don't know what DOCTOR: If I knew I wouldn't ask. Don't be obtuse, man. LAURENCE: Nineteen hundred and eleven. DOCTOR: Ah. Splendid. An excellent year. One of my favourites. Yes. I really must congratulate you, Mister Scarman. LAURENCE: On what? DOCTOR: Inventing the radio telescope forty years early. LAURENCE: That, sir, is a Marconiscope. It's purpose DOCTOR: Is to receive radio emissions from the stars. LAURENCE: How could you possibly know that? DOCTOR: Well, you see, Mister Scarman, I have the advantage of being slightly ahead of you. Sometimes behind you, but normally ahead of you. LAURENCE: I see. DOCTOR: I'm sure you don't, but it's very nice of you to try. Now, why don't you show me how this gadget works? LAURENCE: Do you mean you want me to DOCTOR: Please. Just a little demonstration. DOCTOR: Amazing. That's really amazing. LAURENCE: I can't switch it off! SARAH: Oh, very impressive. LAURENCE: It's never done that before. DOCTOR: Fascinating. A regular pattern repeated over and over again. SARAH: Like an SOS? DOCTOR: I wonder. Where was your aerial tuned? LAURENCE: Mars. Why? DOCTOR: I just thought I'd verify the signal. LAURENCE: What's that you have, Doctor. DOCTOR: Well, in principle it's exactly the same as the gadget you've invented, only less cumbersome. Yes, it is the same signal. Obviously atmatic. Well, if it's a message, it shouldn't be difficult to decipher. They'd want to make it easy. LAURENCE: Who would? SARAH: Whoever transmitted it. DOCTOR: Now, let's see. This pattern recurs three times in one line. Let's call that E, the commonest letter in the language. DOCTOR: Beware Sutekh. SARAH: Sutekh? DOCTOR: Better known to you as Set? SARAH: Of course, Egyptian mythology. Set or Sutekh was one of their gods. He was klled by Horus, god of light. LAURENCE: Yes, but Egyptology and Mars? DOCTOR: If I'm right, the world is facing the greatest peril in its history. SARAH: Hey, wait for me. DOCTOR: No. The forces that are being summoned into corporeal existence in that house are more powerful and more dangerous than anything even I have ever encountered. Stay here. LAURENCE: I've an old hunting rfle that might come in useful. DOCTOR: I never carry firearms. LAURENCE: What I meant was that I should feel better if I could bring it. SARAH: Bring it. NAMIN: All high, all powerful, most noble Lord, thy humble servant welcomes thee. NAMIN: Master, at last you are here. I, Ibrahim Namin, and all my forebears have served you faithfully through the thousands of years that you have slept. We have guarded the secret of your tomb.) ALIEN: Stand. Look upon my face. NAMIN: Great One, Lord Sutekh, I dare not. ALIEN: Look. ALIEN: Is this the face of Sutekh? NAMIN: Master, spare me. Spare me. I am a true servant of the great Sutekh. ALIEN: I am the servant of Sutekh. He needs no other. ALIEN: Die. I bring Sutekh's gift of death to all humanity.	{"type": "series", "show": "Doctor Who", "episode": "13x09 - Pyramids of Mars - part 1"}	foreverdreaming
PYRAMIDS OF MARS BY: "STEPHEN HARRIS" (ROBERT HOLMES AND LEWIS GREIFER) Part Two Original Air Date: 1 November 1975 Running time: 23:53 LAURENCE: Marcus! DOCTOR: Shush. SCARMAN: Take up the generator loops. SCARMAN: Place them in position at the compass points. Activate at ground strength. DOCTOR: Quick, hide. SARAH: Where have they gone? DOCTOR: To set up a deflection field around the house. He's obviously planned every step. LAURENCE: Who, Marcus? DOCTOR: No, Sutekh. DOCTOR: Sutekh is breaking free from his ancient bonds. If he succeeds, he'll destroy the whole world. SARAH: You mean Sutekh is still alive? DOCTOR: He destroyed his own planet, Phaester Osiris, and left a trail of havoc across half the galaxy. Horus and the rest of the Osirans must have finally cornered him on Earth. SARAH: In Egypt? DOCTOR: The wars of the gods entered into mythology. The whole of Egyptian culture is founded upon the Osiran pattern. LAURENCE: I'm afraid this is beyond me. SARAH: It's beyond me, too. DOCTOR: Ah! Found it. SARAH: What? DOCTOR: The lodestone that drew the TARDIS off course. LAURENCE: That's not a lodestone, that's just a sarcophagus. DOCTOR: No, it isn't. It's the entrance to a time-space tunnel. SARAH: Leading where? DOCTOR: To Sutekh. (The Doctor activates a cartouche on the case and it starts to do its multicoloured effect. SARAH: Doctor! DOCTOR: Keep back! SARAH: Doctor! Doctor, come on. Wake up, please. LAURENCE: It's no good. He took the full force of the blast. SARAH: They're bound to come back soon. We're trapped! Where are you going? LAURENCE: There's a priest hole here somewhere. Marcus and I discovered it when we were boys. LAURENCE: There. It isn't very large, I'm afraid. SARAH: No, well, he is though, so come and give me a hand. CLEMENTS: Holy Moses. WARLOCK: Is that you, Laurence? WARLOCK: Marcus! Marcus, my dear fellow, you're back. SCARMAN: Why are you here? WARLOCK: Huh? What's the matter? For goodness sakes, old chap, don't you recognise me? SCARMAN: Warlock. WARLOCK: That's right. We've all been dreadfully worried about you. SCARMAN: I came to find the other Scarman. WARLOCK: The other? You mean your brother, Laurence? SCARMAN: The human. WARLOCK: Look here, old chap. If this is some kind of macabre joke? SCARMAN: Where is the other Scarman, Warlock? WARLOCK: Laurence went up to the house. That Egyptian servant of yours took a potshot at me! Laurence and the Doctor and some very plucky young girl went off to deal with the brute. They've been gone a devil of a time, mind you. I hope nothing's amiss. SCARMAN: Who is the Doctor? WARLOCK: One of Laurence's friends, I imagine. Some sort of scientist. SCARMAN: Why does he interfere? WARLOCK: Interfere? Now look here, Marcus SCARMAN: All humans inside the deflection barrier will be destroyed. WARLOCK: For heaven's sake, Marcus, what's wrong with you? SCARMAN: Destroy this human. WARLOCK: No, no, no! Laurence! Laurence! No! CLEMENTS: mrder swine. SARAH: He's coming round. DOCTOR: A parallax coil. LAURENCE: What? DOCTOR: I never expected that. A simple trap. Blew up in my face. Clever. LAURENCE: He's delirious. SARAH: No, shush. DOCTOR: Never underestimate Sutekh. Thinks of everything. DOCTOR: Where are we? SARAH: Hiding. DOCTOR: Where? LAURENCE: A priest hole. DOCTOR: In a Victorian gothic folly? Nonsense. SARAH: You're so pedantic at a time like this. Does it matter? DOCTOR: If only I knew the exact physical location of Sutekh. Where was your brother's expedition bound? LAURENCE: Saqqara, I think. He wrote to say he'd discovered a blind pyramid in that region and believed it contained a mastaba. SARAH: What? LAURENCE: An underground burial chamber. DOCTOR: Saqqara. Too vague, yet it might be our only chance. SARAH: To do what? DOCTOR: Sutekh is controlling operations here by mental force. With the equipment at the lodge, I could transmit a jamming signal. SARAH: And block his power? DOCTOR: With an etheric impulse projected along precisely the right axis, yes. Otherwise SARAH: No good. DOCTOR: The Egyptian's ring! LAURENCE: What? DOCTOR: It's a slve relay. Calculating the reverse polarisation should be child's play. Why didn't I think of it? SARAH: Shush. Listen. SCARMAN: Remove this carcass. (sniffs) There are other humans within these walls. Seek and kll them. SARAH: He's coming over. LAURENCE: Marcus! CLEMENTS: Professor Scarman! SCARMAN: Seek and kll. DOCTOR: All right, all clear. LAURENCE: Where are we going? DOCTOR: Shush. To find that Egyptian. SARAH: We can't search the whole priory. There's no need to. Look. SCARMAN: Follow me. SARAH: What do you think they're doing? DOCTOR: I'm not sure yet. LAURENCE: This is exceedingly interesting, Doctor. It appears to be some kind of machinery. DOCTOR: You're right. Yes, that's resonating tuner. Part of an anti-gravity drive. Oh! They must be building a rocket. SARAH: Egyptian mummies building rockets? That's crazy. DOCTOR: They're not mummies, they're service robots. SARAH: Huh? DOCTOR: Machines. SARAH: Machines? All right then, why are machines building rockets? DOCTOR: So that Sutekh can escape from the power of Horus. SARAH: Where's Sutekh now? DOCTOR: Exactly where Horus left him seven thousand years ago. Trapped beneath a pyramid and powerless to move. LAURENCE: Great heavens! This is unbelievable. Totally unbelievable! DOCTOR: You're going to say it transcends all the normal laws of physics. LAURENCE: I am, yes. I mean, it does. It's preposterous! DOCTOR: Isn't it. I often think dimensional transcendentalism is preposterous, but it works. Would you like to look around? LAURENCE: May I? DOCTOR: Please. SARAH: Well now we are here, why don't you tune up 1980 and we can, well, leave. DOCTOR: I can't. SARAH: Ah. Why can't you? DOCTOR: Because if Sutekh isn't stopped, he'll destroy the world. SARAH: But he didn't, did he. I mean, we know the world didn't end in 1911. DOCTOR: Do we? SARAH: Yes, of course we do! DOCTOR: All right. If we leave now, let's see what the world will look like in 1980. LAURENCE: I say, this is like something by that novelist chap, Mister Wells. DOCTOR: 1980, Sarah, if you want to get off. SARAH: It's a trick! DOCTOR: No. That's the world as Sutekh would leave it. A desolate planet circling a dad sun. SARAH: It can't be! I'm from 1980. DOCTOR: Every point in time has its alternative, Sarah. You've looked into alternative time. LAURENCE: Fascinating. Do you mean the future can be chosen, Doctor? DOCTOR: Not chosen, shaped. The actions of the present fashion the future. LAURENCE: So a man can change the course of history? DOCTOR: To a small extent. It takes a being of Sutekh's almost limitless power to destroy the future. Well? SARAH: We've got to go back. DOCTOR: Yes. DOCTOR: Keep below the level of the window. SCARMAN: Three humans within the deflection barrier have been destroyed. There are others. SUTEKH (OOV.): Eliminate them. SCARMAN: The servicers are searching for them, but assembly of the rocket is being delayed. SUTEKH (OOV.): Destruction of the humans must not be allowed to delay the completion of the mssile. That is of paramount importance. SCARMAN: Your orders will be excuted, Sutekh. I will recall two of the servicers to the rocket assembly. LAURENCE: I can't believe that my brother. He and Doctor Warlock were the closest of friends. DOCTOR: Well, if you can stop thinking of him as your brother it'll make it a great deal easier for you. LAURENCE: But he is my brother! DOCTOR: From the moment he entered Sutekh's tomb he became subject to Sutekh's will. LAURENCE: What does that mean? DOCTOR: As a human being, Marcus Scarman no longer exists. He is simply the embodiment of Sutekh's power. He's given the paralysed Sutekh arms and legs, a means to escape. SARAH: If Sutekh is so totally evil, why didn't Horus and the other Osirans destroy him? DOCTOR: It's against their code. To have klled him would have meant that they were no better than he, so they simply imprisoned him. SARAH: How? DOCTOR: A forcefield, controlled from a power source on Mars. LAURENCE: Mars? DOCTOR: Yes. That's where the signal was beamed from, remember? LAURENCE: But how? DOCTOR: When your brother stumbled into Sutekh's tomb, the monitoring system on Mars detected the fact and triggered off an alarm signal. SARAH: The rocket those robots are building! DOCTOR: Yes. Will be aimed at the power source on Mars. If those warheads reach their target, Sutekh will have released himself. LAURENCE: To destroy the world. DOCTOR: Not only this world. Anywhere that life is found. Right. All I need now is a magneto. LAURENCE: A magneto. Of course. SARAH: What are you going to do? DOCTOR: If I can block the mental beam, Scarman will collapse. SARAH: You mean die? DOCTOR: Well, he's not alive now in any real sense. Only Sutekh animates him. Deprived of his outside contact, Sutekh'll be as powerless as the day Horus left him. LAURENCE: Here you are, Doctor. DOCTOR: Splendid. LAURENCE: What was that? DOCTOR: Quick, Sarah, switch on the power. LAURENCE: No, no, you'll destroy my brother! DOCTOR: Switch on! SUTEKH: Stop them! SARAH: Doctor! Doctor! SARAH: Doctor! Doctor!	{"type": "series", "show": "Doctor Who", "episode": "13x10 - Pyramids of Mars - part 2"}	foreverdreaming
PYRAMIDS OF MARS BY: "STEPHEN HARRIS" (ROBERT HOLMES AND LEWIS GREIFER) Part Three Original Air Date: 8 November 1975 Running time: 24:32 DOCTOR: The ring, Sarah. Use the ring! SARAH: Stop! DOCTOR: Return to control. SARAH: Return to control! Return to control! DOCTOR: Are you all right? LAURENCE: Yes, I think so. DOCTOR: You don't deserve to be. You nearly got us all klled. LAURENCE: I'm sorry. DOCTOR: What's worse, you've probably wrecked what was my only chance of stopping Sutekh. LAURENCE: Look, forgive me, Doctor. I was thinking of my brother. DOCTOR: Listen! What's walking about out there is no longer your brother. It is simply an animated human cadaver. Animated by Sutekh. Do you understand? (Laurence nods.) And if Sutekh succeeds in freeing himself, the consequences will be incalculable. Stay here! LAURENCE: Where's he going? SARAH: To find out what Scarman's doing. SUTEKH (OOV.): It was a deliberate attempt to block my cytronic control. SCARMAN: I know nothing, Master. SUTEKH: I detected electromagnetic radiation. The source was within the deflection barrier. SCARMAN (on monitor): There are some humans here who have eluded the servicers. If work on the mssile is delayed, they can be found and destroyed. SUTEKH: No! The mssile must be projected at the hour appointed. My freedom comes before all. Immediately thereafter, you will find and kll the humans. SCARMAN (on monitor): As you direct, Master, so it shall be. SARAH: What is it? DOCTOR: It's an Osiran wr mssile, and almost complete by the look of it. SARAH: You mean that thing can fly? DOCTOR: It transposes with its projection. Pyramid power. DOCTOR: Back. LAURENCE: Did you find out anything? SARAH: Only that time is short. DOCTOR: Cytronic induction. SARAH: Huh? DOCTOR: The robots are drawing their energy from a cytronic particle accelerator which must be in Sutekh's tomb. SARAH: So? DOCTOR: So, put that out of action and he'd have no workforce. SARAH: And no mssile. LAURENCE: But Sutekh's tomb is in Egypt. DOCTOR: Scarman came here through the time-space tunnel. It's a two-way mechanism. SARAH: But if you go through it, Sutekh'll kll you! LAURENCE: Wouldn't it be better DOCTOR: No, it wouldn't. If I go after Sutekh, Sutekh will kll me. The mssile are aimed. Wouldn't what be better? LAURENCE: Wouldn't it be less risky simply to blow up the projectile? DOCTOR: With what? LAURENCE: Blasting gelignite. DOCTOR: Do you have some? LAURENCE: No, but I believe Clements had a store. DOCTOR: Clements? LAURENCE: The poacher. I heard him fishing only a few nights ago. DOCTOR: Where did he keep it? LAURENCE: I'm told he had a hut on the other side of the wood. DOCTOR: Let's go, Sarah. SARAH: Right. LAURENCE: Shall I show you the way? DOCTOR: No, we'll find it. LAURENCE: You think I'll let you down again, don't you. DOCTOR: Mister Scarman, if you want to help, start getting the bindings off that robot. DOCTOR: Careful. Walking into a deflection barrier is like walking into a brick wall. SARAH: Painful. DOCTOR: Ah. There we are. Now all we've got to do is find the door. DOCTOR: Door. DOCTOR: Key. SARAH: As simple as that? DOCTOR: No, not really. SARAH: No, I didn't think it could be. DOCTOR: No obvious booby traps. Are you going to help or are you just going to stand there and admire the scenery? SARAH: Your shoes need repairing. I actually wasn't admiring the scenery. I was waiting for you to tell me what to do. DOCTOR: Just hold the base. I don't want it to fall. SARAH: Dangerous? DOCTOR: Very dangerous. DOCTOR: Deactivating a generator loop without the correct key is like repairing a watch with a hammer and chisel. One false move and you'll never know the time again. SARAH: Any more comforting thoughts? DOCTOR: Yes. Just let me know if it starts to get warm. SARAH: Don't worry. You'll hear me breaking the sound barrier. SUTEKH: Interference. Interference! DOCTOR: Just to make sure. Come on. SCARMAN: Master, I do not understand how this can be. SUTEKH (OOV.): The barrier to the east has been deactivated. SCARMAN (on monitor): But that is not possible. SUTEKH: It has been deactivated. The power line has gone from my monitor. SCARMAN (on monitor): The humans do not have the knowledge to shut down the deflection barrier. SUTEKH (OOV.): It is clear that an extraterrestrial intelligence is operating. SCARMAN: An alien? SUTEKH (OOV.): Oh, I have endured an eternity of darkness and impotence. I shall not be denied now. Listen to my orders. SCARMAN: I hear you, Master. SUTEKH (OOV.): The mssile must be guarded. Two servicers must maintain constant vigilance. SCARMAN: It shall be as you say. SUTEKH: Once the mssile is projected, you will seek out and destroy my enemies. The alien who dares to intrude, the humans, animals, birds, fish, reptiles. All life is my enemy! All life shall perish under the reign of Sutekh the Destroyer! SCARMAN (on monitor): Only Sutekh shall live! SARAH: Just how powerful is Sutekh, Doctor? DOCTOR: He's all-powerful. If he ever gets free, there isn't a lifeform in the galaxy that could stand against him. SARAH: What, not even your lot, the Time Lords? DOCTOR: Not even our lot. DOCTOR: Sutekh was only defeated in the end by the combined might of seven hundred and forty of his fellow Osirans led by Horus. SARAH: The seven hundred and forty gods whose names were recorded in the tomb of Tutmoses the Third. DOCTOR: Could be. DOCTOR: I wouldn't do that, if I were you. Could be a ferret. SARAH: Argh! SARAH: This looks like it. DOCTOR: Ah! SARAH: What's the matter? Not enough? DOCTOR: Sweaty gelignite is highly unstable. One good sneeze could set it off. SARAH: Sorry. DOCTOR: No sign of any detonators or fuses? SARAH: No, no, nothing else. Perhaps he sneezed? LAURENCE: Marcus! Marcus? Don't you know me? I'm your brother. SCARMAN: Brother? LAURENCE: Your brother, Laurence. SCARMAN: As Horus was brother to Sutekh. LAURENCE: Marcus, you're ill. Let me help you. Trust me. SCARMAN: Trust you? LAURENCE: Look. You and I when we were boys. SCARMAN: Laurence and Marcus. LAURENCE: That's right. You do remember! SCARMAN: I was Marcus. LAURENCE: You still are. Now, let me help you. SCARMAN: No! I am Sutekh! LAURENCE: No, no. You went to Egypt and fell under some sort of mesmeric influence, that's all. SCARMAN: Sutekh the great Destroyer. Sutekh, the Lord of Death. I am his instrument. LAURENCE: Now that's all nonsense. You are Marcus Scarman, Professor of Archaeology, Fellow of All Souls, Member of the Royal Society. SCARMAN: What do you know of Sutekh? Where are the others? LAURENCE: Others? SCARMAN: You are being helped. Sutekh has detected an alien intelligence amongst the humans here. LAURENCE: Do you mean the Doctor? SCARMAN: Doctor? LAURENCE: Marcus, your hands. SCARMAN: What is he? What is he? LAURENCE: Marcus, please. DOCTOR: (quietly) It should be safe there for the moment. SARAH (quietly): Look, this isn't going to work. You've got no detonators, no fuses, so even if you manage to place the charge without being spotted, how do we explode it? DOCTOR: I don't know yet. DOCTOR: Oh, well done, Mister Scarman. SARAH: Mister Scarman? Hey. SARAH: Oh! Doctor. DOCTOR: Strangled. SARAH: The mummies. DOCTOR: Not this time. There are marks. His late brother must have called. SARAH: That's horrible! He was so concerned about his brother. DOCTOR: I told him not to be. I told him it was too late. SARAH: Oh! Sometimes you don't seem DOCTOR: Human? Typical Osiran simplicity. SARAH: A man has just been mrder! DOCTOR: Four men, Sarah. Five, if you include Professor Scarman himself, and they're merely the first of millions unless Sutekh is stopped. Know thine enemy. Admirable advice. SARAH: Yes. DOCTOR: If we're going to do anything about that mssile, we're going to have to move quickly. I'll need your help. SARAH: What do you want me to do? DOCTOR: These bindings are chemically impregnated to protect the robots against damage and corrosion. An impenetrable disguise, wouldn't you say? SCARMAN: Stop. Warhead trigger charge, phase one. This must be placed directly under the detonation head. Signify your understanding. SCARMAN: Continue. DOCTOR: Hurry up. SARAH: I am hurrying. DOCTOR: It doesn't have to be perfect. I shall mingle with the mummies but I shan't linger. SARAH: Okay, that'll have to do. DOCTOR: How do I look? SARAH: It must have been a nasty accident. DOCTOR: Don't provoke me. Come on. And don't forget the rfle. SCARMAN: The task is almost completed, Master. We need now only the target coordinates. SUTEKH: At last. The coordinates for the pyramid of Mars. I release them. SUTEKH: Engage the coordinates in the projection dome monitor. SCARMAN (on monitor): Immediately, Master. DOCTOR: You know what to do? SARAH: Yeah. Give you time to get clear, then pow. DOCTOR: Make sure you sht straight. You won't get a second sht. SARAH: Don't worry. I know what I'm doing. SCARMAN: Stop. SCARMAN: Stop! Turn about. Is your relay damaged? This is the coordinate selector. It is to be placed in the projection dome monitor. Indicate your understanding. SCARMAN: Then obey your order. SARAH: I ht it. I know I ht it. DOCTOR: You did. Sutekh is containing the explsin. SARAH: How? DOCTOR: Mental power. There's only one hope left. I've got to get to him, break his concentration. SCARMAN: I hear you, Master. SUTEKH (OOV.): (straining) On the m*ssile loading ramp. A crude detonation device. It must be removed immediately. SCARMAN: Another human attempt to prevent your return? They will be caught and punished. SUTEKH (OOV.): The device! I cannot hold back the exothermic reaction for many minutes. It is taking an intense toll of available energy. Attend to the device first! SCARMAN: It will be done immediately, Master. SCARMAN: That device on the ramp. Remove it. DOCTOR: (quietly) Sutekh, last of the Osirans. DOCTOR: Argh!	{"type": "series", "show": "Doctor Who", "episode": "13x11 - Pyramids of Mars - part 3"}	foreverdreaming
PYRAMIDS OF MARS BY: "STEPHEN HARRIS" (ROBERT HOLMES AND LEWIS GREIFER) Part Four Original Air Date: 15 November 1975 Running time: 24:52 SUTEKH: No, you will not die yet. Identify yourself. DOCTOR: Just destroy me, Sutekh. Nothing else now is left within your power. SUTEKH: Identify yourself. It is within my power to choose the manner of your death. SUTEKH: I can, if I choose, keep you alive for centuries, racked by the most excruciating pain. Since your interference has condemned me for ever to remain a prisoner in the Eye of Horus, it would be a fitting end. You would make an amusing diversion. SUTEKH: Identify yourself, plaything of Sutekh. DOCTOR: I'm a traveller. SUTEKH: From where? DOCTOR: Gallifrey, in the constellation of Kasterborus. SUTEKH: Names mean nothing. What is the binary location from galactic zero centre? DOCTOR: Ten zero eleven, zero zero by zero two. SUTEKH: I know the planet. Data retrieval. SUTEKH: So, you are a Time Lord. DOCTOR: I renounced the society of the Time Lords. Now I'm simply a traveller. SUTEKH: In time and space. In time and space? DOCTOR: (screaming) Yes! Yes! SUTEKH: Ah. Approach closer. What are you called, Time Lord? DOCTOR: Doctor. SUTEKH: I offer you an alliance, Doctor. Serve me truly, and an empire can be yours. DOCTOR: Serve you, Sutekh? Your name is abominated in every civilised world, whether that name be Set, Satan, Sodos SUTEKH: Serve me, Doctor. DOCTOR: Never! Argh! SUTEKH: You pit your puny will against mine? Kneel! DOCTOR: No! SUTEKH: Kneel before the might of Sutekh. SUTEKH: In my presence, you are an ant, a termite. Abase yourself, you grovelling insect. SUTEKH: Well, speak. SCARMAN (on monitor): Sutekh, great Master, the servicers have found one of the humans responsible for the destruction of the mssile. SUTEKH: Their leader is my prisoner, Scarman. I have no interest in the humans. SCARMAN (on monitor): Then this one can be destroyed. DOCTOR: Sarah! SUTEKH: kll it immediately. DOCTOR (OOV.): No! No! SUTEKH (OOV.): Wait. SUTEKH (OOV.): Keep the human alive, Scarman. It may have some use. SCARMAN: As you command, Great One, so it shall be. SUTEKH: You are a Time Lord. What interest have you in humans? DOCTOR: All sapient lifeforms are our kith, Sutekh. SUTEKH: Horus held that view. I refute it. DOCTOR: Because you fear that other intelligent lifeforms may grow to rival you in power, so you kll all life wherever you find it. SUTEKH: Your argument is a cloud, but I see through it into your mind. The human girl. Ah, she travels with you. DOCTOR: If you can do that by mental force, Sutekh, then nothing can be beyond you. SUTEKH: Nothing, except to free myself from the Eye of Horus. DOCTOR: You use your powers for evil. SUTEKH: Evil? Your evil is my good. I am Sutekh the Destroyer. Where I tread I leave nothing but dust and darkness. I find that good. DOCTOR: Then I curse you, Sutekh, in the name of all nature. You are a twisted abhorrence. Argh! SUTEKH: Any further insolence, Doctor, and I shall shred your nervous system into a million fibres. Is that understood? SUTEKH: Scarman. SCARMAN: I hear you, Master. SUTEKH (OOV.): My enemies have brought the means of my deliverance. SARAH: The TARDIS key! SUTEKH (OOV.): This allows you entry into the Time Lord's space machine. Take one servicer and travel to the pyramid of Mars. DOCTOR: He won't find that possible, Sutekh. SUTEKH: Scarman is my puppet. My mind is in his. DOCTOR: The controls of the TARDIS are isomorphic. SUTEKH: One to one. They answer to you alone. DOCTOR: Yes. SUTEKH: Then I was wise to spare you. My mind is in yours! DOCTOR: Master. SUTEKH: Scarman? SCARMAN: Master. SUTEKH (OOV.): I send you the Time Lord. He will control the machine. The human girl will accompany you. If the Time Lord shows the slightest sign of self-will, kll her immediately. SCARMAN: It is understood, Great One. SARAH: Doctor, what's happened? SCARMAN: Stand back. SCARMAN: He is possessed by the Great One. Whom do you serve, Time Lord? DOCTOR: Sutekh. SCARMAN: Who holds all life in his hands? DOCTOR: Sutekh. SCARMAN: Who is the bringer of death? DOCTOR: Sutekh! SCARMAN: Venerate his name and obey him in all things. DOCTOR: Sutekh is supreme. SARAH: No. SCARMAN: Control is established, Great One. SUTEKH (OOV.): It is well. But the Time Lords are a perfidious species. Dispose of him when you reach the pyramid of Mars. SCARMAN: It shall be done. Come. SUTEKH (OOV.): My reading indicates an antechamber under the main pyramid. Seek the control centre. SCARMAN: Sutekh has no further need for the Time Lord. Destroy him. SARAH: No! SCARMAN: Come. SARAH: Doctor. SARAH: Ah! DOCTOR: You're soaking my shirt. SARAH: Oh, you're alive! DOCTOR: Respiratory bypass system. Useful in a tight squeeze. Where are we? SARAH: Er, pyramid of Mars. DOCTOR: Of course. Sutekh sent Scarman here to deactivate the pyramid. Where is he? SARAH: I thought you'd become a zombie like Scarman. DOCTOR: Sutekh didn't need me any more, so he relaxed his grip. Now, did you see where Scarman went? SARAH: Through that door. It's vanished! DOCTOR: It can't have vanished. It's just not visible. SARAH: Same difference. DOCTOR: Scarman must be stopped. Somehow he must be stopped. SUTEKH [OC: Stay! I sense danger. That relay switch is a power conductor terminal. Scan. SUTEKH (OOV.): The bulkhead release will be concealed. SUTEKH [OC}: There. SUTEKH (OOV.): Now. SARAH: Tribophysics. DOCTOR: Yes. DOCTOR: Oh. SARAH: What are you waiting for? DOCTOR: That's too obvious. SARAH: What is? DOCTOR: That is. SARAH: Well, a door handle usually is. DOCTOR: Not in a jail. Horus would have laid traps for the unwary. SARAH: I thought Horus was one of the good guys. DOCTOR: He was an Osiran, with all their guile and ingenuity. Ah. DOCTOR: They had dome-shaped heads and cerebrums like spiral staircases. Come on. SUTEKH (OOV.): Stand back and scan. SUTEKH: Horus. Think you can confound Sutekh with these childish stratagems? SUTEKH (OOV.): The floor is charged with explsives. Count to the fifth row up. Extreme right solenoid. SUTEKH (OOV.): Press. SCARMAN: Come. SARAH: It's like a Chinese puzzle. DOCTOR: Yes. And there's a key. SARAH: Oh, some key. Do you know what it means? DOCTOR: Yes. Obviously the length of the lines provide a scale of measurement. SARAH: It reminds me of City of the Exxilons. DOCTOR: Don't touch anything. SARAH: I wasn't going to. DOCTOR: Well, don't. One false move and we could be blown to perdition. Feet and inches one side, metres and centimetres the other. Let's see. DOCTOR: A hundred and twenty point three centimetres, multiplied by the binary figure ten zero zero. That's a hundred and sixty two point four centimetres, correct? SARAH: Show-off. DOCTOR: Hundred and sixty two point four. That's about seven stitches. DOCTOR: In case I'm wrong. DOCTOR: I'm right. SARAH: Which way now? DOCTOR: A dexadron crucible! DOCTOR: Keep calm! Keep calm. (quietly) Poor Sarah. I should never have brought you hear. SUTEKH: The inner chamber. The control centre of the pyramid. Make the sign of the Eye, Scarman. The sign of the Eye. DOCTOR: I can't do it. I can't do it. HORUS (OOV.): Intruders, you face the twin guardians of Horus. One is programmed to deceive, the other points truly. HORUS (OOV.): The two switches control your fate. Instant freedom or instant death. Before you choose, you can ask one guardian one question. This is the riddle of the Osirans. Which is the guardian of life? DOCTOR: Which indeed. They're both contra-programmed so that one will always give a false indication. One question. If I were to ask your fellow guardian the question, which switch would he indicate? DOCTOR: I see. So if you're the true guardian, that must be the death switch. And if you're the atmatic liar, you'd be trying to mislead me, so that still must be the death switch. Therefore, this has to be the one we want. DOCTOR: Come on! Come on! SUTEKH (OOV.): At last, the Eye of Horus! Destroy! Destroy! SCARMAN: Stand back. Deactivate. HORUS (OOV.): My servitors obey only the voice of Horus. Drive out the intruders. SUTEKH: Destroy! Destroy! SUTEKH: Free! SCARMAN: I'm free! Free at last! SARAH: He's won. Sutekh's won! DOCTOR: No! The time factor! SARAH: What? DOCTOR: Come on, run! SARAH: Doctor! SUTEKH: I have won my freedom, Horus. Your curse is lifted. Now begins the reign of Sutekh the Destroyer. I shall crush this miserable world, and hurl it into the outermost depths of space. My vengeance starts here! SUTEKH: My paralysis has left me. I can move again. I can move! Now, Horus, we shall see who rules the cosmos! DOCTOR: We've got about twenty seconds. Here he comes. SUTEKH: Who dares to interfere? DOCTOR: You're caught in a temporal trap, Sutekh. SUTEKH: Time Lord! I shall destroy you. I shall destroy you! DOCTOR: How long do Osirans live, Sutekh? SUTEKH: Release me! DOCTOR: Never. You're caught in the corridor of eternity. SUTEKH: Release me, insect, or I shall destroy the cosmos! DOCTOR: You're a thousand years beyond the twentieth century now, Sutekh. Go on for another ten thousand. SUTEKH: I'll spare the planet Earth. I'll give it to you as a plaything. Release me! DOCTOR: No, Sutekh. The time of the Osirans is long past. SUTEKH: No! DOCTOR: Go. He lived about seven thousand years. SARAH: He's dad. Sutekh is dad. DOCTOR: At last. SARAH: Look, I know that's the time control from the TARDIS, but what did you do? DOCTOR: I moved the threshold of the time space tunnel into the far future. He could never have reached the end. After the Eye was broken, I realised that we had little more than two minutes to get back here. SARAH: But how? DOCTOR: The time radio waves take to pass from Mars to Earth. SARAH: Ah. So the Eye of Horus was still holding Sutekh for two minutes after it was broken. DOCTOR: Yes. You know, the Egyptians called him the Typhonian beast. SARAH: Doctor! DOCTOR: That was careless of me. I forgot the thermal balance would equalise. SARAH: Listen, this priory was burnt to the ground, remember? DOCTOR: Yes. Perhaps it is time we were leaving. We don't want to be blamed for starting a fre, do we? SARAH: No. DOCTOR: I had enough of that in 1666. SARAH: What? DOCTOR: Come on, come on.	{"type": "series", "show": "Doctor Who", "episode": "13x12 - Pyramids of Mars - part 4"}	foreverdreaming
THE ANDROID INVASION by Terry Nation Part One Original Air Date: 22 November, 1975 5:45pm - 6:10pm (Ext forest, day. We follow a UNIT soldier as he staggers clumsily through the brush. His right arm twitches and he stares blankly ahead into space, crashing through the forest at random.) (The TARDIS materializes in a clearing in the same forest. The Doctor steps out with a bottle of ginger beer. As he examines his surroundings, he takes a sip. Sarah Jane Smith calls from inside the TARDIS...) SARAH: (os) Well, come on, make your mind up. Has the TARDIS brought us home or not? DOCTOR: Possibly. (Sarah emerges from the TARDIS. She is dressed in a pink pantsuit with a white scarf and a sailor collar. She looks peeved at the Doctor, but not overly so.) SARAH: What do you mean, possibly? DOCTOR: Well, the coordinates were set for your time, but the linear calculator, well...pfff! Ginger pop? (He offers her a sip.) SARAH: Can't stand the stuff, thanks all the same. So we could be anytime, anywhere? (The Doctor starts to walk round the TARDIS, examining its exterior.) DOCTOR: I really must get the TARDIS seen to. She's way overdue for her 500-year service. (He wanders off a bit.) SARAH: Well, at least we're on Earth. I mean, just taste that air! (inhales) I love that smell, just after a rain shower. DOCTOR: (calling) Yes, it does have the peculiar earthy smell. Which is odd when you look at the ground. SARAH: Hmm? DOCTOR: Bone dry. Can't have been any rain here for more than a week. (He takes an instrument out of his pocket, which begins to beep.) DOCTOR: Now I wonder what could be causing that. SARAH: What? DOCTOR: Some enormous release of energy. SARAH: We are on Earth, aren't we? DOCTOR: Well, unless someone's started exporting acorns. (He grabs a branch of the oak tree above him and pulls it down into view.) DOCTOR: Oak trees don't grow anywhere else in the Galaxy. SARAH: Oh. Bet we're miles away from UNIT HQ though. So, what are we going to do? DOCTOR: Eenie, meenie, minie...mo. (He points in different directions with each word and then sets off.) DOCTOR: Watch the brambles. (Sarah stumbles into a bramble.) SARAH: Ow. (They walk off through the woods.) SARAH: Listen, what's so special about "eenie meenie minie mo"? (A branch whaps her in the face and she laughs good-naturedly. Behind them, we can see the UNIT soldier obscured in the undergrowth, standing stock still.) DOCTOR: Nothing. It could just as easily be "Fum-fee-fo...uh, fi?" (As they walk by, the UNIT soldier becomes plainly visible and there is a dramatic chord.) SARAH: (laughs) "Fee-fi-fo-fum." (As our heroes move out of earshot, the UNIT soldier starts walking again, still twitching spasmodically. Then we're back with the Doctor and Sarah, walking through the woods.) SARAH: Hang on, I thought I saw someone. DOCTOR: Let's hope they're not strangers here themselves. (Four men in white bodysuits and wearing what appear to be space helmets stride into view and stop, facing our heroes. The Doctor and Sarah stop as well.) DOCTOR: Hello there! SARAH: (nervous) No wait, Doctor. I don't like the look of them. DOCTOR: What? (to the men in white) Please excuse me. Could you be very kind and tell me where we are? (Instead of answering, the figures raise their right arms in pantomime "gn" position - just like little kids playing cowboys and Indians without any toy gn. Their outstretched fingers actually do function as gn and they open fre on the Doctor and Sarah, who start running. [The gn SFX is, shall we say, less than convincing.] The white guys pursue our heroes.) DOCTOR: I thought it was odd. Didn't you think it was odd? I remember I said to the Duke of Malbury once... SARAH: (exasperated) Oh, Doctor! (Suddenly and without warning, Sarah stumbles in the foreground. This cuts to a sht where she rolls down a gentle incline which turns into a cliff somehow. She grabs onto a branch to stop her descent.) DOCTOR: Sarah! Don't look down! (Sarah looks down. After a struggle, the Doctor pulls Sarah back up. They are now on the edge of what looks like a disused gravel pit.) SARAH: Thanks. DOCTOR: My pleasure. Couldn't leave you hanging around in a place like this. (The glare she gives the Doctor is cut short as she sees something approaching. The Doctor looks - it's the UNIT soldier, twitching very badly.) DOCTOR: Stop, man. Stop! SARAH: No! No!!!! (The soldier doesn't stop but keeps lurching on towards the cliff edge. He goes over and falls down to come to a crashing stop amongst the rocks at the bottom. The Doctor and Sarah peer over the edge and see his motionless body lying draped over a boulder. They climb down the gentle incline to find the body at the bottom of the cliff. The Doctor finds no pulse.) DOCTOR: Must've died instantly. (Sarah points to a badge.) SARAH: Look. He's from UNIT! (The Doctor pulls out the man's wallet.) DOCTOR: Look at this. (He dumps the wallet's contents - several bright, shiny coins - into Sarah's hands.) SARAH: They're all new! DOCTOR: Freshly minted. No scratches, tarnish... SARAH: And all dated the same year! (They sift through the coins, examining each one.) DOCTOR: What are the odds against finding a pocket full of coins that are all dated the same? SARAH: I don't understand it. DOCTOR: No. Nor do I...yet. (He looks up and spots a large, roughly coffin-shaped object not far away. The lid looks more like the top of a clam shell, and it's very battered. There are four holes in one end and the whole thing is about 7 feet long. There's a tire leaning against it. Our heroes investigate.) SARAH: Oh, come on, Doctor! It's just a load of old junk. DOCTOR: No, no, no, wait. I've seen something like this before. My memory's getting terrible. Three hundred years ago I'd've recognized this like a sht. (There is a gn. The Doctor ducks.) SARAH: Doctor! (The Doctor pulls Sarah down behind the coffin-shaped thing.) DOCTOR: Keep down! (There are more gn. They sound the same as the ones fired by the pseudo-astronaut types. After a while, it dies down. The Doctor pokes his head out to investigate. There are two of the white-suited men. They fre as soon as they see the Doctor's head. He ducks back.) DOCTOR: Something seems to have annoyed them again. Come on. (The Doctor and Sarah make a break for it while the white jumpsuits keep sh*ting at them. They get back to the forest and run along its edge for a while before disappearing into the woods. The jumpsuits are fooled and think they've kept running and soon realize they've lost them, at which point they give up.) (The Doctor and Sarah jog into a typical southern English town.) DOCTOR: Well, well! Well, well. SARAH: Devesham! DOCTOR: Hm? (They look around the village square. It is deserted.) SARAH: Doctor, we're at Devesham! DOCTOR: Do you know it? SARAH: I came here on a story about two years ago. DOCTOR: Oh. It's a bit quiet. SARAH: Yes. (They look around a little more. The Doctor climbs up on the steps of a small monument that stands in the middle of the square.) DOCTOR: (loudly) Anyone about? Anyone? (There is no response.) DOCTOR: No one about. Let's try the pub. (They run down to the pub together.) (Int. pub. The Doctor and Sarah enter to find the pub completely deserted, but with everything in order.) DOCTOR: Odd. (The Doctor bangs on the bar.) DOCTOR: Innkeeper? SARAH: Hello? Anyone about? DOCTOR: What's this pub called? SARAH: Uh, Fleur-de-Lis, wasn't it? DOCTOR: Hm? SARAH: (enunciating) Fleur...de...Lis. DOCTOR: Marie Celeste, more like it. (They look around, seriously spooked.) SARAH: It's weird. A whole village full of people can't just disappear. (The Doctor opens the cash register.) DOCTOR: Here it is again. SARAH: What? (He takes out coins, examines them.) DOCTOR: Freshly minted money, all the same year. Sarah? SARAH: Hm? DOCTOR: What was that story you came here on? SARAH: There was a bit of a brouhaha up at the space defense station. It's about a mile from here. DOCTOR: Is it? (Sarah nods. The Doctor crosses from the bar to a table near the dartboard. He examines one of the darts sitting on the table.) DOCTOR: If we've landed in a prohibited area, then those people who sht at us were possibly guards. SARAH: Trespassers are prosecuted in England, not klled. Anyway, they weren't dressed like guards. DOCTOR: (speculating) Protective clothing? Some kind of radioactivity? Remember, I detected an energy source. Soldier who went over the cliff, possibly affected by it. SARAH: Radiation sickness! DOCTOR: Something like that. SARAH: And this place, the village? DOCTOR: Evacuated. (Sarah looks around the pub, all still set up for business.) SARAH: Then it must've been done in a hurry. DOCTOR: If some dangerous substance leaked, there would be a hurry. SARAH: (frustrated) Oh, that's great! And we've been walking around right in the middle of it...like a couple of narners. DOCTOR: (smiles tolerantly) It's only a speculation. SARAH: It's a nasty one. (Sarah realizes one thing that doesn't add up.) SARAH: What about the money?DOCTOR: Contamination precaution. Money changes hands. In a place like this, it might be necessary to bring in clean currency every couple of months. (She looks out the window.) SARAH: Doctor! The village isn't deserted anymore. (They look out the window - the guards are back, walking through the square. Sarah's eyes widen in surprise.) SARAH: No...it can't be. It can't be! DOCTOR: It's impossible! (The guards are accompanied by a perfectly normal looking UNIT soldier - the same one the Doctor and Sarah had seen fall to his death only a short while before.) SARAH: But he was dad! I saw him! (Unnerved, Sarah shudders, accidentally knocking over a pint glass, which shatters on the floor. She draws in her breath sharply, startled. Outside, the guards pause. They heard the noise. They start moving towards the door to investigate. Inside, Sarah turns to bat a hasty departure, but the Doctor grabs her arm and restrains her.) SARAH: They heard me! DOCTOR: (hissing) Wait! (A small truck - the sort that gets used for hayrides in the winter - is coming down the street. This attracts the guards' attention. The back is filled with ordinary people, all sitting perfectly rock solid. There's even a minister, a butcher, and the innkeeper sitting there. As our heroes watch, the oddly stiff people disembark from the truck and disperse. Sarah recognizes one of them.) SARAH: (whispering to the Doctor) Man in the tweed jacket - that's Mr Morgan - landlord. DOCTOR: (whispering back) Come. (He pulls her away from the window and into a closet. Outside, many of the people head into the pub. Once inside, they take up positions at tables, at the bar, by the dartboard, etc. They remain totally motionless. Our heroes watch from behind the door. After a while, the clock strikes twelve. When it's done, they all immediately begin to move around, order drinks, talk, etc., just as if they'd always been doing that and had never been standing totally motionless. Behind the back door - which isn't a closet after all - the Doctor and Sarah turn to face each other, shocked.) DOCTOR: Extraordinary. SARAH: What's the matter with them? DOCTOR: I haven't the faintest idea, but I intend to find out. SARAH: How? DOCTOR: Space defense station. I could contact UNIT from there. You stay here and keep an eye on things. SARAH: Eh? DOCTOR: You'll be all right. SARAH: I've heard that before! DOCTOR: (stage whisper) You think you can find your way back to the TARDIS? SARAH: (normal voice) Of course I can. (The Doctor hands her the TARDIS key.) DOCTOR: If anything goes wrong, meet me there. SARAH: And what if... (But the Doctor leaves before she can finish her sentence. Sarah looks annoyed. She puts the key in her pocket and turns back to the closed door to the pub. She opens the door just a crack to peer through. The supposedly dad soldier sees the door open a crack and walks over. He pulls the door open suddenly, and Sarah falls through with a gasp. The villagers stare emotionlessly at her in total silence. She attempts to recover her cool and walks in.) SARAH: Ahem. (brightly) Afternoon! Well, just about, anyway. (She walks to the bar with the innkeeper standing behind.) SARAH: Hallo! Mr Morgan, isn't it? (no response - he just keeps staring straight ahead.) SARAH: Well, you remember me, don't you? Sarah Jane Smith? I came here on a story. I stayed here, about two years ago. (She stares hopefully at Mr Morgan - the pleasant smile of a seasoned journalist in a difficult situation on her face. Morgan does not react, but continues to stare past her into space. Sarah looks around at the other villagers, who are all staring silently. Unnerved, she turns back to Morgan.) SARAH: Well, somebody say something! (A UNIT soldier comes up behind her.) UNIT SOLDIER: Who sent you? SARAH: (affronted) What do you mean, who sent me? UNIT SOLDIER: How did you get here? SARAH: (smiles) I walked. Look, perhaps... UNIT SOLDIER: What are you doing here? SARAH: (to Morgan) Do you allow all your customers to be grilled like this? UNIT SOLDIER: We don't have strangers here. SARAH: Now that's ridiculous! MORGAN: (finally speaking) Wait... She may be part of the test. SARAH: Test? What test? UNIT SOLDIER: She doesn't know. SARAH: Look, what's going on here? MORGAN: (to Sarah) I think you'd better go, Miss. SARAH: Why? MORGAN: It might be best. SARAH: (earnestly) Look, if...if there's some sort of trouble, perhaps I could help. (Pause. There is no answer.) SARAH: Right. Well, I intend to find out, anyway. (She heads for the door. The soldier moves to stop her.) SARAH: And I'm sure you shouldn't be drinking so soon after breaking your neck. (Sarah bolts for the door. This time, no one moves to stop her. There is a close-up of the UNIT soldier's blank, emotionless face.) (CUT TO the exterior of the pub, where Sarah hurries out the door. The flatbed truck that had brought the mindless, staring villagers in is still sitting there, guarded by one of the white-jumpsuited guards. His back is to the camera, but we can see that the faceplate of his helmet is up. Sarah creeps by behind him. He turns, slowly, and we see that inside his mask his face is nothing but diodes and capacitors. He is a robot. Frightened, Sarah bolts into the nearby woods.) (Exterior Space Defense Centre. It's a spectacularly cheesy model sht, with a dish antenna going round, CSO superimposed onto an actual building. The Doctor is walking through the shrubbery, approaching the building. He sees no one as he walks across the Centre's courtyard and approaches the front door. There is a faint, electronic grating sound, sorta like crickets on dope. He's worried; the place should be crawling with guards. Certainly he should've been challenged by now. He walks through the doors, which slide open automatically with a whoosh. Inside, he looks around and spots a soldier standing motionless at attention by one wall. He walks up to the soldier.) DOCTOR: Hello? (No response.) DOCTOR: Can you tell me where I can find the C.O.? The commanding officer? (The soldier still doesn't answer [but the actor blinks about half-way, then catches himself, remembering that he's supposed to be frozen motionless]. The Doctor politely ignores this and turns away from the unresponsive soldier.) DOCTOR: I'll tell you what. I won't bother you. (The Doctor goes down the hallway, checking in doorways. He sees no one else at this point, and the halls are dark.) (Cut back to the guard at the entrance. Still expressionless, he slowly turns to look in the direction the Doctor left.) (Exterior forest. Sarah is jogging towards the TARDIS. She reaches it, puts her key in the lock and, before she can open the TARDIS, she notices something out of the corner of her eye and turns. Sitting in the clearing is a black pod about 7 feet long and 3 feet tall. There's a seam down its length as if it's supposed to open like a walnut. There are four holes at one end. Curious, Sarah walks over to check it out. She leaves the key in the lock. As she examines the pod, the TARDIS dematerializes.) SARAH: (alarmed) Doctor? Don't go! I'm still here! (The TARDIS vanishes altogether.) SARAH: (soft, sounding betrayed) Don't leave me. (Cut to a close-up of the pod's seam, right behind Sarah's knee. It opens, but she's so distraught she doesn't notice. The Doctor has left her.) SARAH: Can't have gone... (A hand reaches out from the pod and grabs her leg. She shouts, startled, and pulls away. As she moves off to a safe distance, the pod opens up all the way, like a coffin, and we can see a man in a black suit lying there. He has no expression on his face. Sarah looks back at the man and sees that he's not getting up. Concerned, she approaches and kneels down at his side.) SARAH: (kindly) Can I help you? (The man's arm moves slowly at first, then suddenly both his hands come up and lock around Sarah's throat. She struggles, then frees herself. She hightails it out of there as the man slowly sits up.) (Int. Space Defense Centre. Close-up on a man with an eye patch [played by Milton Johns]. A distorted voice comes over an intercom system and the man clearly reacts. He's definitely got emotion.) STYGGRON: (os) Crayford? Crayford! (The man with the eye patch - named Guy Crayford, as it happens - rushes through a door into his office to answer the intercom. He sits down at his desk. He's wearing Cuban heels and bellbottom jeans.) STYGGRON: (os) Crayford, I say! CRAYFORD: (answering) Yes, Styggron? STYGGRON: (os, obviously ticked) I ordered all units to recharge stations. The order is not being observed. CRAYFORD: (alarmed) In what way, Styggron? STYGGRON: (os) We have detected movement within the complex. A unit may have gone random. Check and report! CRAYFORD: (getting up) Yes, Styggron. Immediately, Styggron. (He leaves the office, alert for movement. Suddenly, he seems to notice something coming, because he quickly ducks into the office next to his. A moment later, we see the Doctor through the glass panels in the doors at the end of the hallway. The Doctor comes through those doors, making no effort at stealth. He stops at the door where Crayford is hiding, but before he opens the door, he notices Crayford's office and reads the sign on it. The sign says "Brigadier Lethbridge-Stewart." The Doctor grins and sweeps into the office.) DOCTOR: (jovial) Alistair? (his face falls) Alistair? (He's somewhat down at finding nobody at home, but he goes and looks through the papers on the desk anyway. The first paper he looks at is obviously not helpful and he drops it back to the desk. There's a map as well, which he starts unfolding. Once he's got it halfway open, Crayford comes in from the adjoining office, a gn in his hand.) CRAYFORD: Keep your hands where I can see them! (The Doctor already has his hands apart, holding the map, so he just raises them a bit.) DOCTOR: (cheerful) Those are the first friendly words I've heard since I got here. CRAYFORD: (unimpressed by the Doctor's mood) Yes, I dare say. (He crosses to stand behind the desk, keeping the gn on the Doctor all the time.) CRAYFORD: And just how did you get here, incidentally? DOCTOR: Oh, I dropped in, you know. I do from time to time. CRAYFORD: I can easily get the truth from you! DOCTOR: (calmly) You're getting it. (Annoyed, Crayford snatches the map away from the Doctor.) DOCTOR: (grinning hugely) Who are you? CRAYFORD: I'm asking the questions, and I have the gn! DOCTOR: (serious) I just wondered. You're in someone else's office. It says "Brigadier Lethbridge-Stewart" on the door. CRAYFORD: (surprise) You know the Brigadier? DOCTOR: Mmm-hmm. I'm his unpaid scientific advisor. CRAYFORD: (smiling, relieved, but still holding the gn) Oh yes! Yes, I see. I see, you're the Doctor. DOCTOR: Yes. CRAYFORD: Yes, I've heard of you. DOCTOR: Good. Who are you? CRAYFORD: I'm the senior defense astronaut, Guy Crayford. DOCTOR: Well, how do you do! (The Doctor goes to shake Crayford's hand, but Crayford immediately becomes hostile again, gesturing with the gn.) CRAYFORD: Get your hands up, Doctor, thank you! You could be an impostor, couldn't you? DOCTOR: You know, look, I've got a suggestion, my arms are beginning to ache, why not call Lethbridge-Stewart and get him to identify me? CRAYFORD: (sharp) Lethbridge-Stewart is in Geneva. Colonel Faraday is in command. (Crayford presses a button on the desk intercom. It bleeps once.) DOCTOR: If you're calling the butler, I'm very partial to tea and muffins. CRAYFORD: You're going to have to stay in detention until your identity's been verified. DOCTOR: Oh, please, no detention. No detention... No detention, you see... (As he babbles, he ducks down, grabs Crayford's arm, shoves it roughly away to spoil the aim, and leaps out of the room, keeping very low. He looks both ways down the hallway. One way, an emotionless UNIT guard has arrived, He doesn't look friendly. As the Doctor runs the other way, Crayford dashes out of the office and fires once, but misses. The Doctor rounds a corner and finds a ladder. He begins climbing. Back at the office, the UNIT guard seems unsure what to do, so Crayford shouts at him.) CRAYFORD: Get after him, man! (The man dashes off. He spots the Doctor just as he closes the hatch at the top of the ladder, and climbs after him. The Doctor is now on the roof. An alarm is ringing. Two UNIT guards start fring at the Doctor from the parking lot below, but they don't have a clear sht - they miss. Sarah suddenly shows at the complex as well, unsure of what's going on. She can see the roof. The guard from the hallway also arrives at the roof, and we see that it's the guy who fell off the cliff. To escape, the Doctor leaps off the roof edge and lands on a lower edge. Sarah is watching, and she gasps. He lands safely, but one of the white-jumpsuited android spacemen appears, pointing its finger at the Doctor meaningfully. Another hand appears from the left of the camera, pointing at the Doctor. They've got him surrounded.) DOCTOR: Is that finger loaded? (Realizing that he's lost, the Doctor nods and allows the two androids to lead him away. Sarah sees them go and follows them. Apparently she was on this lower roof.) (Int. Space Defense Centre. The jumpsuited androids show the Doctor into a hallway that is featureless except for the door they came through, a telephone on the wall, and an intercom thingy. One of the androids steps on the Doctor's scarf and it releases with a BOINGOINGOINGOING!!! As they disappear off camera, Sarah follows them into the hallway, being careful to close the door quietly behind her. The androids lock the Doctor into a holding cell. There is no complicated locking mechanism; just three bolts slid back manually from the outside. Once the jumpsuits have gone, Sarah creeps up to the cell. We get a great close-up of her straw platform shoes with sparkly beads - very 70s. She checks to make sure the coast is clear, then whispers into the cell...) SARAH: (sotto voce) Doctor? Doctor, can you hear me? (The Doctor's face appears behind the grating in the door. He looks delighted to see her.) DOCTOR: Sarah? What are you doing here? SARAH: Rescuing you, actually. For a change! (As she starts undoing the bolts, we see the intercom thingy at the end of the hall swing suddenly inwards - it's actually a hidden peephole for someone on the other side of it. A very ugly alien face peers through it, watching.) (Cue music, cut to credits.)	{"type": "series", "show": "Doctor Who", "episode": "13x13 - The Android Invasion - part 1"}	foreverdreaming
THE ANDROID INVASION by Terry Nation Part Two Original Air Date: 29 November, 1975 5:45pm - 6:10pm (Recap from last episode: Int. Space Defense Centre. The jumpsuited androids show the Doctor into a hallway that is featureless except for the door they came through, a telephone on the wall, and an intercom thingy. As they disappear off camera, Sarah follows them into the hallway, being careful to close the door quietly behind her. The androids lock the Doctor into a holding cell. There is no complicated locking mechanism; just three bolts slid back manually from the outside. Once the jumpsuits have gone, Sarah creeps up to the cell. We get a great close-up of her straw platform shoes with sparkly beads - very 70s. She checks to make sure the coast is clear, then whispers into the cell...) SARAH: (sotto voce) Doctor? Doctor, can you hear me? (The Doctor's face appears behind the grating in the door. He looks delighted to see her.) DOCTOR: Sarah? What are you doing here? SARAH: Rescuing you, actually. For a change! (As she starts undoing the bolts, we see the intercom thingy at the end of the hall swing suddenly inwards - it's actually a hidden peephole for someone on the other side of it. A very ugly alien face peers through it, watching. Sarah hears something and looks up from the bolt she's undoing, but the alien has closed the hidden hatch again.) DOCTOR: Get a move on! SARAH: (irked) It's stuck! (The bolt finally slides back right after she says that, and she undoes the rest of the bolts.) SARAH: (amused) Doctor, what did you do? DOCTOR: (dad serious) Ask me later. Come on. (Int. Kraal ship. The whole thing is very organic looking - though not as organic as the Zygon ship from the beginning of the season. There's a control panel with lots of weird buttons, a column of three round lights, one of which is lit red - looks a heck of a lot like a semaphore - and a viewscreen. Guy Crayford's face is on the screen, looking right into the camera with a worried expression.) STYGGRON: (os) Crayford? CRAYFORD: Yes, Styggron? STYGGRON: (os) Crayford, a second random unit in the cell area! What has gone wrong? CRAYFORD: (genuinely puzzled) A second? (sht changes to a close-up of Styggron's boots - very ordinary lace-up combat boots, painted to look almost like somebody was violently ill all over them.) STYGGRON: (os) These patterns were not programmed! (The boots walk up onto a platform and the camera follows.) CRAYFORD: (os) Styggron, was this second unit...female? STYGGRON: (os) Yes, one of the village section. Check the directives. A fault must've developed. (The view changes so we can see the screen again, as well as Styggron's back. He's wearing some kind of metallic tunic.) CRAYFORD: (delighted) It's not a fault, Styggron, it's a remarkable success! (grins) STYGGRON: (perplexed) Success?! CRAYFORD: They are space travellers! The Doctor, as he is called, is human, a scientist who advices Space Defense. His companion is human. STYGGRON: I see! Externals. CRAYFORD: They arrived by error. STYGGRON: Perhaps by error. Perhaps by design! CRAYFORD: Design? STYGGRON: If this Doctor advises on defense... (A klaxon sounds.) CRAYFORD: The cell block! STYGGRON: He must not escape, Crayford! They must not escape! (He pounds his fist into console.) (Int. Space Defense Centre. A group of soldiers runs down a corridor, rfles at the ready. The klaxon is still sounding. After they've gone, the camera pans around to a red cupboard from which Sarah's voice is coming.) SARAH: (os) Doctor, what on Earth did you do? DOCTOR: (os) Do? SARAH: (os) Why'd they lock you up? I mean, they seem to be taking you pretty seriously. (Cut to interior of cupboard. [It's awfully roomy in there, but then, BBC set budget was never any great shakes.] They're both whispering.) DOCTOR: I didn't do anything. Just finding me on the premises was enough for Crayford. SARAH: Crayford? DOCTOR: Guy Crayford. He said he was the senior astronaut. SARAH: But Doctor, that's impossible. Guy Crayford was klled. DOCTOR: How? SARAH: It was the first test of the XK-5 space rocket. Crayford was out in space. And...they lost him. The ship just vanished. They thought he'd ht an asteroid. (Footsteps go by outside, and both of them fall silent for a moment.) SARAH: Guy Crayford is dad, Doctor. (The Doctor looks very surprised to hear this, but can think of nothing to say.) (Int. Brigadier's office. Crayford enters and sits at the desk to talk to Styggron.) CRAYFORD: There's no cause for alarm, Styggron. The area's being thoroughly searched, exit by exit. The guards have orders to sh*t on sight. STYGGRON: (os, angry) Then countermand that order! They must be kept alive for pattern analysis! CRAYFORD: But Styggron! We already have a complete pattern of the village and defense complex! STYGGRON: Do as I say! The Doctor may have learned of the Kraal plan. He may be here to spy. It is essential for us to know. CRAYFORD: Styggron, no! They must be eliminated! They must be destroyed! (Int. Space Defense Centre. The Doctor and Sarah walk through an interior door, cautiously. The Doctor spots a familiar-looking guard who has his back to us.) DOCTOR: Well, well, well. (quiet but delighted) It's a small world. SARAH: (also delighted) Isn't it? (They creep up behind the guard.) SARAH: Hello, Sergeant Benton! (Benton turns, totally emotionless, and draws his pstol and aims it directly at them.) DOCTOR: Benton? SARAH: Benton, it's us! (Alarming music plays.) (Int. Brigadier's office. Crayford is still yakking with Styggron.) STYGGRON: (os) You shall do as I say! (There's a cheesy ray sound effect. Crayford starts convulsing and clutching his head frantically.) CRAYFORD: Ow! Owww! Owie! No! Stop! All right! (The ray stops and Crayford pushes the intercom button, obviously in pain.) CRAYFORD: All...units. The...order to kll is cancelled... (Int. Space Defense Centre. Benton's eyes close and his head droops forward, almost as if to bow to the Doctor. He also raises his gn.) DOCTOR: (to Sarah) Come. (They hasten out the front door as Benton recovers from whatever he was under. He jogs to the door to see them running away, and then runs back to a wall intercom. He presses the button.) BENTON: This is B-block, main entrance. They've just escaped, sir. I'll call for a local security patrol immediately. (Before he even moves, a security detail arrives. He moves away from the intercom to speak to them.) BENTON: (to the guards) The rest of you, get after them! (The guards troop out the door. The camera then cuts to a sht of the vacant reception desk, with several telephones on it and a sign reading "ALL PASSES MUST BE SHOWN.") SARAH: (os, behind the desk) Why did we come back? We should've hoofed it when we had the chance. We're bound to be caught now! DOCTOR: (os, behind the desk) On the contrary, the further they spread out, the better our chance of escape. (They stand. As they hear footsteps, they drop down again.) CRAYFORD: (os) Sullivan! (Crayford walks into view, followed by Lt Surgeon Harry Sullivan.) CRAYFORD: Take a mobile troop and put a cordon around the perimeter road. SULLIVAN: Yes, sir. (Sullivan leaves the building. Crayford heads off in the direction of his office. Then the camera cuts down to the Doctor and Sarah crouching behind the counter.) SARAH: (perplexed) Harry's not a soldier. DOCTOR: (brightly) That improves our chances. SARAH: All our friends... DOCTOR: Lead by a dad man. Fascinating. (They cautiously emerge from their cover.) SARAH: What's going on? DOCTOR: How do you know Crayford's dad? SARAH: It was that story I came here on two years ago. DOCTOR: I don't think Crayford died in space. And when he finally got back here, something returned with him. Something that's controlling every human being for miles around. SARAH: Including Harry and Mr Benton. DOCTOR: Yes. Come on. (They walk out from behind the counter.) SARAH: Where are we going? DOCTOR: Back to the village. We've got to warn London. (Ext. forest between Space Defense Centre and village. The Doctor and Sarah are running. Then they pause for a moment to regroup.) DOCTOR: (totally unconvinced) So far so good. SARAH: (extremely worried) As the man said when he fell from the skyscraper. (The barking of dogs can be heard.) SARAH: Dogs! DOCTOR: Tracker dogs? (They run on, trying to evade the dogs. After a while, Sarah manages to trip over nearly level ground.) SARAH: Aaaaah! (She falls. The Doctor comes back to check on her. She glares at him.) DOCTOR: (concerned) You all right? SARAH: (testy) Yes! DOCTOR: Come on. (He runs off, Sarah limping behind him. The camera cuts to the soldiers with the dogs. The guy who fell off the cliff in the beginning is with them. The dogs sniff a bit at the spot where Sarah fell and then race on. Back to the Doctor and Sarah running. She's having real trouble now, and stops.) SARAH: Aaah! (swallows) My ankle! (She clutches at her ankle. The doctor offers, inaudibly, to carry her.) SARAH: (indignant) No you won't! I'll only slow you down. DOCTOR: (hatching a plot) Give me your scarf. SARAH: Hmm? DOCTOR: Quickly, quickly! I'll try to draw them off your scent. (She does. He pockets it.) DOCTOR: You can hide in the tree. SARAH: But how... (He picks her up and she stops protesting. When he gets her close enough to the tree, she reaches out and grabs it and climbs up as best she can.) (sht of the dogs and soldiers in pursuit.) (Back to Sarah and the Doctor. Sarah watches from the tree as the Doctor strips off his coat.) DOCTOR: See you back at the pub. If I'm not there in an hour, try the TARDIS. (He runs off.) SARAH: Doctor! I forgot to tell you... (But he's too far away to hear her.) SARAH: ...the TARDIS is gone. (The dogs and soldiers catch up and run right underneath Sarah. Ahead, the Doctor ditches his hat, his coat, Sarah's scarf, his own scarf, and his shoes by a lake. The dogs stop when they reach the articles, satisfied.) CORPORAL ADAMS (the previously dad guy): Well, they must've swum across. (ponders) Right, you two, go this way, we'll try to head them off. (He runs off and his men split up. As soon as they're away, the Doctor's head pops up from the water, in the reeds. He spits out water. His hair is all matted down over his eyes. He tries to see, but can't, then realizes his hair is in the way and flings it back. He sees the soldiers jogging away.) (Meanwhile, Sarah drops out of the tree, saying "ouch" as she hits the ground. Cpl Adams and his two guys spot her and follow.) (Int. Kraal spaceship control room. Styggron is seen from the back again, and Crayford is on the viewscreen.) STYGGRON: Report, report! CRAYFORD: (happy) The girl is captured! We will soon have the Doctor! STYGGRON: No! Locate him, but do not seize him. I have other plans for the Doctor. (Int. Kraal spaceship, corridor. Two UNIT soldiers are carrying a stretcher. There is someone on it, covered in a sheet. The soldiers reach some sort of mad-scientist lab complete with an operating table and weird mad-scientist controls. They set the stretcher down. They remove the cover and we see that the person on it is Sarah. She is unconscious and unmoving.) (Ext. village. The Doctor walks cautiously back into the abandoned village square. He is unchallenged as he approaches a red phone booth. He goes in and picks up the receiver - no dial tone. He strikes the cradle repeatedly, but it's no good.) (Int. Kraal spaceship, mad science room. Sarah is being strapped to the table with four rather ineffectual lead-coloured thingies that go over her wrists and ankles. They don't appear to be actually fixed to the table anyway. The soldiers leave with the stretcher and she regains consciousness. She is frightened when she realizes that she is bound, and struggles, but it's no good.) HARRY SULLIVAN: It's no good, Miss Smith. SARAH: Harry? (The camera switches so we can see Sarah with Harry standing next to her. He's got a clipboard-shaped object in his hands. There is a control console behind him. He activates one of the controls on it, and a weird SFX plays. He looks back at Sarah. A blue light is playing over her. She appears to be in some pain.) HARRY: She is ready. STYGGRON: (os) Commence the analysis of the brain. (Harry increases the power. Now there's a blue light and a yellow light playing over her, along with a solarisation FX and an even weirder SFX. Sarah is definitely hurting now. She sees the distorted face of a Kraal - Styggron - as he observes. He's not a pretty sight - sort of a cross between a deformed frog and a Ferengi. She loses consciousness.) (Int. pub. The Doctor comes through the door and sees that the pub is empty. He checks the phone, but there is still no dial tone. He opens the interior door and finds Mr Morgan, the landlord, standing in the hall, stock still.) MORGAN: (totally emotionless) Something you want, sir? DOCTOR: (deadpan) Yes. A telephone that works. Yours is out of order. (Morgan enters the pub and closes the door behind him. He goes around behind the counter.) MORGAN: Likely it is. DOCTOR: So is the village call box. MORGAN: There was a gale last night, sir. Brought all the lines down. DOCTOR: Ah. (grins) I always told Alexander Bell that wires were unreliable. MORGAN: (totally missing it) Can I get you a drink, sir? DOCTOR: Yes, I'll have a pint. MORGAN: Pint of what? DOCTOR: Ginger beer. (Morgan goes to fix the drink. The Doctor takes the opportunity to glance around a bit more.) MORGAN: You must be one of them scientists from the defense station. (The Doctor turns from the dartboard with a dart in his hand.) DOCTOR: Well, yes and no, or no and yes, so to speak, as it were. (laughs) Do you get much custom from there? MORGAN: Don't come down here much. DOCTOR: Really? MORGAN: Nothing for them in Devesham. Nothing for strangers here. DOCTOR: Yes. Too quiet, I suppose. MORGAN: Except for darts club night, of course. DOCTOR: Hah! Of course (The Doctor throws three darts at the board in succession. Each hits the bull's-eye. When he goes up to take the darts out, he notices something odd about the board and turns to query the landlord.) DOCTOR: Hey! This is a brand-new darts board! Never been used before. (He pulls the darts out and runs his fingers over the board - there are no other holes in it.) (CUT TO int. Kraal ship. On the viewscreen is the faint image of a dartboard, overlaid over the Doctor's face and hand - the dartboard is a hidden camera. Styggron's hand is visible at extreme right, on the control panel.) STYGGRON: (os) See? He is puzzled. Suspicious, but not certain. (He hits a control and the screen goes dark. The camera cuts so we see another Kraal walk in. They wear gold-coloured pseudo-mail shirts that resemble those worn by the Vogons and frog/Ferengi masks. They walk hunched over. From this point on, all Kraals are clearly seen.) CHEDAKI: There is no value in this experiment, Styggron. Our strategy is settled! STYGGRON: Strategy is formulated upon knowledge, Chedaki. CHEDAKI: The time for experiment is past. STYGGRON: In the case of the Earth, yes. But there are other worlds that our people can conquer! It is important to see that our techniques are flawless, and the Doctor is unprogrammed. A free agent! (Styggron whirls around and activates his viewscreen again to talk to Crayford.) STYGGRON: Crayford! CRAYFORD: (afraid) Yes, Styggron? STYGGRON: Commence the final test. CRAYFORD: Direct communication? STYGGRON: Yes. Are the preparations complete? CRAYFORD: There should have been sufficient time. I will check, Styggron. (He gets up to leave and we cut back to the interior of the Kraal ship.) CHEDAKI: The data that was drained from the girl shows the Doctor's long association with libertarian causes. His entire history is one of opposition to conquest. While he lives, he is a thrat. STYGGRON: His history will end soon, Chedaki. When I have nothing further to learn from studying him. (Int. Kraal spaceship, mad science room. Sarah is gone, but Harry is still there, entering notes on his electronic clipboard thingy. Crayford walks in.) CRAYFORD: Where's the girl? HARRY: (efficiently) The analysis is completed. We have her memory print and body parameters; they're being coded. CRAYFORD: Right. Well, see she's properly guarded. Styggron wants to run a test on the Doctor. Is the programming complete? HARRY: We can begin at once. CRAYFORD: Right. Good, good. (Lost for anything else to do, Crayford leaves.) (Int. pub. The Doctor is examining a cigar left in an ashtray through a magnifying glass. It is as good as new. He stands and pockets the magnifier, then walks over to examine the old horse tackle hanging over the mantle. He is astonished and makes a disgusted sound.) DOCTOR: Plastic horse brass? (He turns and runs smack dab into the landlord.) DOCTOR: I've arranged to wait for someone here, don't let me detain you. MORGAN: That's all right. DOCTOR: Hmm. Well, I can see you're a busy man. Barrels to tap, empties to count, that sort of thing. MORGAN: No hurry for that. DOCTOR: Then I'll have another pint. MORGAN: A pint of what? DOCTOR: Well, ginger pop, please. (Morgan goes off to fill the order. The Doctor follows him to the counter and pays. He spots a day calendar fastened to the wall - July 6. He tears off the day only to find...July 6 right behind it! The rest of the calendar is all July 6 as well.) DOCTOR: Pifffh! Strange... A village without a future? (Morgan hands him the pint. The phone rings and the Doctor picks it up and hands it to Morgan. He waits politely.) MORGAN: Fleur-de-lis? (pause) It's for you. DOCTOR: Is it? (He takes the phone.) DOCTOR: Hello? (pause) Sarah? What's happened, where are you? (Cut to int. shop, with Sarah on the phone.) SARAH: They caught me, but I managed to escape. Listen, Doctor, I found out their whole plan! (pause) No, no, the inn is one of their centres. That's why I didn't come there. (Int. pub.) DOCTOR: where are you, Sarah? (Int. shop.) SARAH: The village store. You can cut through to it behind the pub. (pause) Yes, I'll wait for you. But Doctor, be careful. Those robot mechanics are planted everywhere. (Int. pub.) DOCTOR: (grins winsomely) Don't worry, Sarah. Who'd notice me? (He hangs up the phone. Morgan hasn't budged an inch. On a whim, the Doctor picks the phone back up.) DOCTOR: Well, would you believe it? It's out of order again. (hangs up) Thanks for the hospitality. (He departs. Morgan still hasn't budged.) (Int. Kraal ship. Chedaki is pissed at Styggron again.) CHEDAKI: If the androids were to fail in their task, the Kraal invasion of Earth could not even begin! Suppose the Doctor were to turn the androids against us? It would jeopardize the whole operation! STYGGRON: Impossible! CHEDAKI: Is it? He is a scientist too, Styggron. STYGGRON: Well, the androids are centrally delegated. Their programming is controlled from here. (He slaps the console.) CHEDAKI: They could be re-programmed! He has the knowledge. STYGGRON: An interesting possibility. CHEDAKI: The androids are a double-edged wapon, Styggron. They are unstoppable, indestructible. (Chedaki leaves, passing Crayford on his way in.) CRAYFORD: Everything is ready, Styggron. STYGGRON: Not quite! I need one more android, Crayford. I must call on your experience for its production. CRAYFORD: But you already have my data, the memory prints and the disorientation centre. STYGGRON: This is new! You must be reprocessed. CRAYFORD: I can't go through that again! STYGGRON: I need one special unit! An android programmed to attck Kraals. CRAYFORD: But I don't... STYGGRON: Do not argue, Crayford! (pause) Come! (Styggron leaves and Crayford follows, looking apprehensive.) (Ext. village. The Doctor is running between the buildings, aiming for the shop that Sarah said she was in. He pauses, looks around, then crosses the street to run into a shop labelled "AVING KIDBY") (Cut to int. shop. A bell rings as the Doctor enters and he winces at the sound. He reaches up to still the bell.) SARAH: (os) Is that you, Doctor? DOCTOR: Of course it is. How did you get away? (Sarah stands up from her hiding place behind the counter.) SARAH: Oh, thank goodness! I've been terrified! (she walks out from behind the counter, carrying a chair by its back. She sets the chair down and sits on it. The Doctor squats down next to her.) DOCTOR: I left you up a tree. SARAH: I climbed out of the tree and those soldiers were waiting for me. I was knocked out. When I came round, I was in some kind of operating theatre. I was so frightened. (She shivers all over and clasps her hands between her knees nervously.) DOCTOR: (absently) I'm sure you were. (He reaches into his pocket.) DOCTOR: Perhaps some ginger pop? (He takes the lid off the pop and hands it to her. She sighs gratefully and takes a long swig off of the bottle.) SARAH: It was delicious. (She hands him the bottle. He stares up at her, surprised.) SARAH: Harry was there. Not the real Harry, of course, but I thought it was. DOCTOR: What do you mean, 'not the real Harry?' SARAH: Well, don't you see what they're doing - they're copying people! DOCTOR: Who are? SARAH: I don't know, but Crayford's behind it all. (The Doctor pockets the ginger pop and stands to peer out the window. He pulls back suddenly. There are white-jumpsuited androids outside, patrolling the village. The Doctor goes down by Sarah again where he can't be seen through the window.) DOCTOR: It can't be Crayford, but go on. (He watches Sarah very closely.) SARAH: There's not much more to tell. They put me in some kind of machine, and I passed out again. DOCTOR: How did you get away? SARAH: When I came round the second time, I heard Crayford talking to someone. That's where I discovered what they're planning! They're replacing people with these duplicates they make! (The Doctor is looking very worried.) SARAH: Well, they thought I was still unconscious and left me without a guard. (The Doctor is speechless, but after a while manages to speak.) DOCTOR: And you were lucky enough to find this place? (partly to himself) And the only telephone in the place that worked... SARAH: (genuine) Don't understand... DOCTOR: I think they let you make that telephone call! I think we're being tested! (He's grinning, delighted with himself.) DOCTOR: They want to find out how smart we are! (He gets up and peers out the window again. The white 'droids move off.) SARAH: No, it can't be that! DOCTOR: Of course it's that! What I don't understand is, if they're so advanced in technology - they've made facsimile human beings good enough to stand face-to-face examination, and sent them through a space-time warp to Earth - what can they be afraid of? (Sarah cocks her head to one side, but says nothing.) DOCTOR: (continuing in his train of thought) They must possess the wapon to take the Earth by force... They've created a bridgehead by stealth using androids. Fake humans. Come on! SARAH: (standing) Where are we going? DOCTOR: Well, there's a radio in the TARDIS. Are you coming? SARAH: (smiling) Coming! DOCTOR: (quiet) Thought so. (They leave.) (Int. Kraal spaceship, mad science room. Crayford is on the table now, and Styggron is controlling the machines. Chedaki is watching via teleconference.) STYGGRON: This should answer your fears, Chedaki. From Crayford's memory cells we will now create a totally hostile android. CRAYFORD: Don't, Styggron, I beg you! (Styggron ignores him and turns on the machine. The funny noises start up, along with the blue light. Crayford moans. The sound changes, the light turns whiter, and he arches back in pain, then passes out.) CHEDAKI: (on screen) What is the purpose of this, Styggron? STYGGRON: Watch. (He turns another switch and an android begins to materialize in the corner of the room. Only the skeleton and basic electronics are visible. Then its skin appears and it looks like a UNIT soldier, wielding a machine gn, totally motionless for the moment. Chedaki watches with interest as the UNIT android steps away from the spot where it materialized and walks to the opposite side of the room.) STYGGRON: I will now activate the hostility circuits. (He presses a button. The android drops out of its rigid, emotionless stance and into a fighting crouch, its machine gn at the ready. Styggron whips out a tiny ray gn and the soldier immediately reacts, swinging his machine gn over to cover Styggron. Styggron fires, with a six-pointed red star appearing over the muzzle of his ray gn. He fires several more times, hitting the android each time, until it falls to the ground twitching.) STYGGRON: See? They are not indestructible, Chedaki! What I can create, I can also destroy! (On the viewscreen, Chedaki nods his understanding. Meanwhile, the dad android warps back to its skeletal, mechanical form.) CHEDAKI: (on screen) That wapon. It is new! STYGGRON: So far effective only at short range. But my armoury section is developing a much more powerful version for our space cruisers. Science, Chedaki! Science will make the Kraals invincible! (He raises the gn triumphantly.) (Ext. forest. The Doctor and Sarah are working their way through the dense undergrowth, aiming for the TARDIS. They stop suddenly and hide as an android patrol goes by. Then they continue on. When they get to the clearing where they left the TARDIS, they stop. The Doctor is clearly confused. Sarah seems unperturbed.) DOCTOR: This is the oak tree! This is where we landed! SARAH: Well, it's not here now, is it? DOCTOR: It's not programmed to auto-operate! There's a fail safe. Unless... SARAH: (emotionless) Unless what, Doctor? DOCTOR: Of course, I know! You've still got the TARDIS key, haven't you? (He holds out his hand.) SARAH: (motionless) I must've lost it. (The Doctor grins and turns to face her. She is now totally emotionless.) DOCTOR: You haven't lost it. You never had it! Sarah came here, turned the key in the lock, and cancelled the pause control. The TARDIS continued on its set coordinates back to Earth. SARAH: I don't understand. DOCTOR: This isn't Earth. This isn't real wood. It's some kind of artificial material like plastic. These are not real trees! And you're not the real Sarah. (Sarah takes a step away from the Doctor and draws a pstol.) SARAH: Get back, Doctor. (He grins even wider and starts rummaging in his pocket.) DOCTOR: I knew at once. The real Sarah wasn't wearing her scarf. (He pulls the scarf out of his pocket. As he does, he pulls off his hat and whaps the gn out of her hand. It fires as it hits the ground. He grabs her by the shoulders.) DOCTOR: (thrat) What have you done with Sarah? Where is the real Sarah? (She pulls away and falls to the ground. As she does, the Sarah mask falls off and we see the circuits inside her head. She's not d*ad, and she looks up at the Doctor through her staring android eyes. He looks back, horrified.) (Cue music, cut to credits.)	{"type": "series", "show": "Doctor Who", "episode": "13x14 - The Android Invasion - part 2"}	foreverdreaming
THE ANDROID INVASION by Terry Nation Part Three Original Air Date: 6 December, 1975 5:45pm - 6:10pm (Recap from last episode: Ext. forest clearing. Doctor is grinning at Sarah, who is acting strangely emotionless. She draws a gn and points it at him.) SARAH: Get back, Doctor. (He grins even wider and starts rummaging in his pocket.) DOCTOR: I knew at once. The real Sarah wasn't wearing her scarf. (He pulls the scarf out of his pocket. As he does, he pulls off his hat and whaps the gn out of her hand. It fires as it hits the ground. He grabs her by the shoulders.) DOCTOR: (thrat) What have you done with Sarah? Where is the real Sarah? (She pulls away and falls to the ground. As she does, the Sarah mask falls off and we see the circuits inside her head. She's not dad, and she looks up at the Doctor through her staring android eyes. He looks back, horrified. He takes the moment to start running off into the forest. Sarah sits up stiffly, her back to the camera and her robotic face obscured by her hair. She picks up the gn and fires many shts at the Doctor, but misses. At the last moment, the camera cuts to show us a close-up of her robotic face.) (Int. Kraal ship control room. The Kraals are watching the action on the viewscreen through the android Sarah's eyes.) CHEDAKI: (os) A foolish experiment, Styggron! The Doctor is at large! (Styggron turns off the screen and turns to face Chedaki.) STYGGRON: There's no way of escape. He can do no harm. (The camera cuts to show us Chedaki, and we see Sarah lying unconscious, prostrate on a bench.) CHEDAKI: He is a Time Lord! STYGGRON: At the end of his time. (We see a close-up of Sarah's face. Her eyelids are slightly open - she's not totally unconscious after all.) STYGGRON: (continuing) The androids are now fully trained. Both the village and the Doctor will be destroyed in precisely nine minutes. CHEDAKI: (surprised) Nine minutes? STYGGRON: The invasion countdown has gn. There will be no variation in the schedule. CHEDAKI: I understand... Is there a safe method of destroying the training ground? STYGGRON: A matter dissolving bmb, which I shall place in position. (Over Styggron's line, another Kraal enters carrying a rectangular object about the size and shape of a big ol' altar copy of the Bible. This Kraal appears to have facial hair - he's got a Fu Manchu moustache and a goatee. Chedaki turns to see the other Kraal with the bmb.) CHEDAKI: Good. (Chedaki notices Sarah.) CHEDAKI: The Earth female! (astonished) She is still alive? STYGGRON: Yes, Marshal Chedaki. She has been preserved. CHEDAKI: Why? STYGGRON: (amused) Another of my "foolish experiments." The virus which our androids will use to cleanse the Earth of its human population has only been proved in laboratory conditions. I wish to test it on a living human organism. (Styggron takes the bmb from the unnamed Kraal. Chedaki mumbles as they leave the room...) CHEDAKI: Good... (something incomprehensible) (Once they've left, Sarah stirs. She's obviously got the mother of all headaches as she pushes herself up into a sitting position and gets up off of the bench.) SARAH: Nine minutes... (She leaves out the same door as the Kraals.) (Ext. village. An android vicar and two jumpsuited generic androids are gathering as a truck pulls up. The Doctor walks into the village from another direction, on the other side of a hedge, and spots the truck. He peers around the hedge to see the androids loading up the truck with all of the replicated villagers. The truck drives off and the Doctor emerges from behind the hedge and walks into the main square.) (Int. Kraal spaceship, main hatchway. We can see the village right on the other side of the hatch.) CRAYFORD: (sharp) Come on! Hurry along! (Under the watchful eye of Harry Sullivan, UNIT soldiers begin entering the ship, stooping to go through the low doorway. They are followed by the villagers.) CRAYFORD: Quickly, now! (Cut to a close-up of Sarah, peering around a corner at ground level, right behind Crayford's lower legs. Then cut back to the view of the hatch itself. A few more androids come through, followed by RSM Benton.) CRAYFORD: Any more? BENTON: We're the last. (Benton seals the hatchway and exits. Sarah sees how this is done.) CRAYFORD: (to Harry) Make sure the blast doors are closed. You have four minutes. HARRY: Yes, sir. (They both exit. Sarah comes out of her hiding place and reopens the door. We now see the door for the first time - the bottom is randomly toothed and very obviously does not seal. It slides up, and Sarah runs out of the ship.) (Ext. village square. The Doctor is pacing, pondering the situation. He walks slowly towards the camera, staring away from the camera, in the direction of the red phone booth. Eventually he backs right up to the camera and a pair of Kraal hands come down on his shoulders. He cranes his neck around until he can see his assailant.) DOCTOR: Ack! (He sees Styggron and smiles warmly.) DOCTOR: Oh, hello! STYGGRON: (gruff) Resistance is inadvisable. DOCTOR: Look here, we haven't been introduced, have we? STYGGRON: This is no time for niceties! (He pushes the Doctor roughly away. The Doctor falls to the ground, and two white androids that are just standing there, off to the sides, walk up and grab the Doctor. Styggron gestures to them and one goes off to collect a vine. They use the vine to tie the Doctor's hands behind the monument in the centre of the square. Styggron puts the bmb down at the base of the monument and switches it on. Out of its case, it looks like a typewriter, and makes a genuine "vworp, vworp" sound. The androids start walking back to the ship.) DOCTOR: Well, well, well. An M-D bmb. STYGGRON: In exactly three minutes, our simulated Earth village will evaporate, and you with it! DOCTOR: (smiles) You're really enjoying this, aren't you? (Styggron says nothing, but scowls at the Doctor and lurches away, following the androids.) DOCTOR: (cheerful) Don't go! Stay! Just for a few minutes. Then we can all go together! (The pitch of the device begins to slowly modulate. The Doctor struggles with his bonds, but to no avail. Then Sarah arrives.) SARAH: Doctor? Doctor! DOCTOR: I'm over here! (She runs into the square and stops at the foot of the monument.) SARAH: Listen, this place is going to be blown sky high! Well, don't just sit there, come on! DOCTOR: (annoyed) I'm not just sitting here, I'm tied up! (Sarah immediately understands and runs up the side of the monument to check the bonds.) DOCTOR: There's a Knfe in my right hand pocket. (Sarah retrieves the Knfe and begins hacking away, to no avail.) SARAH: It won't cut! It's as strong as steel! DOCTOR: Of course...it's artificial ivy. (Close-up of the bmb. Its timer is moving closer and closer to the detonation zone.) DOCTOR: Try the sonic screwdriver. (Sarah starts rustling around in the Doctor's pockets.) DOCTOR: Set it to theta omega. (Sarah finds the sonic screwdriver and gets working on the creeper.) RECORDED KRAAL VOICE: (os, from bmb) Thirty seconds. Twenty-five seconds. (The creeper begins to twist and melt under the force of the sonic screwdriver.) RECORDED KRAAL VOICE: Twenty seconds. (The Doctor is freed and he and Sarah dash away.) SARAH: Hang on! I know one of the ways out! (Sarah leads the Doctor in a frantic dash for the Kraal spaceship.) RECORDED KRAAL VOICE: Fifteen. Fourteen. Thirteen. Twelve. Eleven. Ten. Nine. (The tempo of the bmb's FX suddenly accelerates as it prepares to detonate. Sarah and the Doctor sprint towards the door of a cottage.) RECORDED KRAAL VOICE: Eight. Seven. Six. Five. Four. Three. Two. One. Zero. (Our heroes dash through the door of the cottage...and into the Kraal ship. Sarah shuts the hatch behind her, but the force of the explsin still knocks them down in slo-mo before the hatch can shut completely.) (Cut to a sht of the square, where cheesy ray FX can be seen emanating from the bmb. The village gradually fades away, vaporized by the bmb, and all that's left is a wasteland with virtually no vegetation.) (Cut back to the interior of the Kraal ship, where the Doctor and Sarah are picking themselves up.) DOCTOR: A bit close. SARAH: (out of breath) Wouldn't...care...to have been...any closer. (They stand to find themselves surrounded by Crayford and several androids - the Harry Sullivan 'bot, and two of the UNIT 'bots.) CRAYFORD: Escort them to the cell. I must report this to Styggron. DOCTOR: (immediately interested) Styggron? Who's Styggron? HARRY SULLIVAN: (snaps) Move! (They lead the Doctor and Sarah away.) DOCTOR: I prefer our Harry. (Int. Kraal control room.) RECORDED KRAAL VOICE: (os) Leader rocket in launch phase. Time to lift-off, ninety minutes. STYGGRON: Have the pre-launch checks been completed? GRUFF UNNAMED KRAAL: Yes, the androids are being loaded now. (Crayford runs into the room.) CRAYFORD: Styggron! We have recaptured the girl. She was with the Doctor. STYGGRON: (astonished) The Doctor?! CRAYFORD: Uh, it seems she helped him to escape. STYGGRON: He must be destroyed. At once. Have him klled. CRAYFORD: (perplexed) Why, Styggron? (smiles) There's really no need. STYGGRON: (slightly taunting) Oooh, you're singing a different song now, Crayford! They must be eliminated, isn't that what you said? CRAYFORD: That was because they were a danger to the plan, Styggron! I mean, what harm can they do now, locked away in a cell? STYGGRON: (dismissive) The Doctor is no longer of any use. CRAYFORD: But he would make a valuable subject for analysis! STYGGRON: (dubious) Analysis? CRAYFORD: Yes, the knowledge and experience of a Time Lord would make a, well, a useful addition to the Kraal data banks. STYGGRON: You were happy for him to die, provided I klled him. You are squeamish, Crayford. A puny-minded weakling, like all your race. (Crayford bows his head, shamed.) STYGGRON: Oh, very well, very well. CRAYFORD: (genuinely grateful) Thank you, Styggron. (He leaves. Styggron turns to the other Kraal.) STYGGRON: We shall analyze his brain. And then he shall die. (Dramatic musical sting plays as we cut to the next scene.) (Int. Kraal ship, outside the cell. A UNIT guard is standing outside with a rfle. The camera cuts to inside the cell, where Sarah is sitting on the floor.) SARAH: ...not on Earth... What do you mean? Of course we're on Earth! (The Doctor is standing by the door with the sonic screwdriver.) DOCTOR: Harry and Benton and the rest are not the real thing. SARAH: Not real! DOCTOR: Fakes. Copies. Electronic androids with well-programmed computers instead of brains. (He tries the screwdriver on the door.) SARAH: It all makes sense now. DOCTOR: If I'd had my wits about me, I'd've known it from the start. Remember that high level of radiation I'd noticed when we left the TARDIS? SARAH: Yes, you thought there'd been a leak from the defense station. DOCTOR: That was natural radiation. The Kraal planet Oseidon is the only planet in the galaxy with a level that high. (He tries the screwdriver again to no avail.) DOCTOR: This is no good. (He sits by Sarah.) SARAH: (worried) Won't that radiation make us ill? DOCTOR: Well, It's not that bad...yet. SARAH: All the same, the sooner we get away from here, the better. DOCTOR: Quite right. Any level of radiation is too high, and it's getting worse all the time. Not be long before the place becomes uninhabitable. That's why the Kraals are planning to leave and take over Earth. SARAH: So, everything we've seen has been a fake! DOCTOR: Yes. SARAH: But the village! DOCTOR: Yes, and the woods, and the defense station. Every last detail, copied down. Including the inhabitants. SARAH: Like a sort of training ground. (Cut to Crayford, listening through a speaker outside the cell.) DOCTOR: (os) Exactly. And they hardly made a slip. One or two, perhaps, like mint-fresh money all the same date. Otherwise, they got everything right. (Crayford stops listening and opens the door to the cell. He walks in, followed by the guard.) CRAYFORD: I've, uh, been listening to your conversation. DOCTOR: (stands) Well, nobody's perfect. CRAYFORD: I hear you're impressed by the thoroughness with which this operation has been planned. DOCTOR: Well, it is impressive. But doomed to fail in the end. CRAYFORD: (smiles) Oh, no Doctor! No, shortly I shall leave for Earth. (happy) The Kraals will project me through the space-time warp and my ship will make a normal re-entry into the Earth's atmosphere. DOCTOR: (chuckles) A normal re-entry? Crayford, you've been gone two years, assumed dad. CRAYFORD: Ah, yes, Doctor, but I have recently re-established radio contact with Earth. (almost gleeful) They know about the sab failure that sent me into orbit around Jupiter. They know how I've rationed my provisions, particularly drinking water - my recycling experiments. (barely able to contain his excitement) Already, every telescope on Earth is trained on that little patch of sky where my XK-5 will reappear. DOCTOR: (apprehensive) A gigantic hoax. CRAYFORD: Exactly, Doctor, yes! And all brilliantly planned by Styggron, the chief scientist of the Kr... DOCTOR: But helped by you! He couldn't have done it without your knowledge and memory. CRAYFORD: Yes, yes, uh, the Kraals have a superb technology... SARAH: (speaking up for the first time) Why did you do it? What made you betray Earth? CRAYFORD: (slightly annoyed) Well, didn't Earth betray me? I was written off, wasn't I? Left to die in space. It was the Kraals who saved me! (He squats down next to Sarah, wringing his hands as he recounts his nerve-wracking story.) CRAYFORD: I mean, I was, I was dying, wasn't I? I was being...torn apart by gyro failure... And they reconstructed me, Miss Smith, in every detail. (He laughs lightly to break some of the tension.) CRAYFORD: Except the one eye that...for some reason couldn't be found. Oh no, I owe them everything. SARAH: Well, that's what they want. Everything! They want the world. CRAYFORD: Oh no, the increasing radiation here is making them a doomed race, well, and they just have to leave, don't they? I mean, why should people with such skill just be allowed to die? SARAH: (quietly offended) The human race has a few skills of its own. CRAYFORD: Yes, yes, I know, I know. But the Kraals have promised me that no humans will be harmed, as long as they obey the ultimatum that is being prepared. The Kraals are going to take over the northern hemisphere and...and live in peace! I have their word for it! DOCTOR: (quiet) You've been brainwashed, Crayford. CRAYFORD: (excited again) Before my spaceship lands, the space shells with the androids inside will be launched. Now, if anyone sees them, they'll just be taken for meteorites, you see? (gleeful) And then the androids will take over the key positions in the defense complex and clear the way for Marshall Chedaki to bring in the main invasion fleet without a sht being fired! DOCTOR: I see, I see. Tell me, if your Kraal friends are so unviolent, why did Styggron try to vaporize me? CRAYFORD: Oh yes, yes...well, they thought you were a danger. DOCTOR: (patronizing) Oh... CRAYFORD: (oblivious) You see, Miss Smith's memory prints had showed your past intense involvement in the defense of Earth. But I have persuaded them to utilize that knowledge - it won't be wasted. See, Styggron's machine extracts and feeds into a computer the entire memory and entire intelligence of any living being. It's...painful, I know. But it's better than dying. UNNAMED [b]KRAAL VOICE:[/b] (os) Service mechanics move to leader rocket loading bay now. (Crayford stands.) CRAYFORD: Sorry, I...I have to go now. Now, trust me! I know what I'm doing! (Crayford leaves, followed by the guard. The door slides shut behind him.) DOCTOR: (rubs his eyes) We have to warn Earth. SARAH: How? (despondent) We don't even have the TARDIS. (Int. Kraal control room. sht of several squat organic-looking objects on a table. They look almost like partially melted candles. On closer examination, two are sitting on a plate with a piece of bread - they appear to be a water pitcher and a glass. There is also a gray object next to the plate. Harry Sullivan opens it up - it's some kind of hermetically sealed safety container. He removes a red container from inside.) STYGGRON: (os) Only one drop. (Harry opens the container. Chedaki enters.) CHEDAKI: Launch countdown commences in sixty minutes, Styggron. STYGGRON: (to Harry) Careful how you handle it. CHEDAKI: You are testing the culture! STYGGRON: Yes, Marshall. (Harry picks up the water pitcher and holds the red container next to it.) STYGGRON: (continuing) That small vial contains a death sentence for the entire human race. Be careful! CHEDAKI: (flinches away) Is it safe? STYGGRON: As long as only the androids have contact with the virus. (Harry puts a drop of the stuff in the water, then goes to give the vial to Styggron.) STYGGRON: (hastily) No, no, no, no, no, place it in the sterilizer! (He reseals it and puts it safely back in the container. He then hands it to Styggron, in its safe container.) STYGGRON: Good. Now take the tray to the detention cell. (Harry picks up the tray with food and tainted water and walks away.) (Int. cell. The Doctor is working on removing a panel from the floor using the sonic screwdriver, which draws bolts out of the floor panel quite easily. He grins and removes the panel.) DOCTOR: (grinning fiendishly) Yes...I think this has possibilities. SARAH: What are you going to do? DOCTOR: If we can somehow lure that guard in, give him a good stiff jolt... SARAH: Electrocute him?! DOCTOR: Well, randomize him, to be accurate. He's only a machine. (The door opens.) SARAH: Someone's coming! (They pop the panel back and Sarah sits on it. Harry enters, carrying the food.) HARRY: Food and drink. (The Doctor takes it from him and sets it on the floor.) DOCTOR: How fortunate. Bread and water. SARAH: It's better than nothing, I suppose. I'm dying for a drink. (She starts to pour herself a generous glass of the tainted water. Harry grabs the Doctor by the shoulder and stops him from joining her.) HARRY: You're to come with me. DOCTOR: Careful! (He is pulled through the door. The door goes down.) SARAH: Where are you taking him? DOCTOR: (through the gap as the door closes) Don't worry, Sarah! And don't waste the water! Remember, it's an excellent conductor! (She ponders the glass of water for a while, then dumps it back in the pitcher.) (Int. Disorientation Centre. The Doctor is brought in before Styggron.) DOCTOR: So this is where you put Crayford together. Careless of you to lose his eye. STYGGRON: Harry, I have little time. (He gestures commandingly towards the operating table.) DOCTOR: (smug) Going somewhere? STYGGRON: (equally smug) Yes, Doctor. (The UNIT androids guide the Doctor towards the table. He tries to make a break for it, but they overpower him very quickly and get him down on the table.) STYGGRON: Secure his limbs! (He struggles, but they get him pinned down.) (Int. cell. Sarah has opened the floor panel again and drawn a heavy power coupling up from the space below. She carefully disconnects the coupling and holds the live power cord cautiously in front of her.) (Int. Disorientation Centre. They're getting everything set up for the Doctor to be copied. Soon the androids leave with only Styggron to start the machine.) STYGGRON: In a moment, Doctor, the knowledge and experience of your entire life will be transposed into our data bank. DOCTOR: That's stealing! STYGGRON: While you are making your small contribution to Kraal culture, I shall be on my way to destroy the humans that you have so often defended. This time, you will be powerless to help them. DOCTOR: (alert) So you do intend genocide.STYGGRON: Earth's resources are limited. They cannot be wasted supporting an inferior species. DOCTOR: How do you intend to destroy the humans, Styggron? If you use nuclear wapon, you'll raise Earth's radiation level beyond your own point of tolerance. STYGGRON: Nothing so crude as fission wapon. The androids will disseminate a virus. It will cause a contagion so lethal the Earth will be rid of its human population within three weeks. Then it will burn itself out, and the world will be ours. DOCTOR: And where will you be all this time? STYGGRON: Crayford's rocket will provide an effective quarantine chamber. I shall remain inside until the virus has done its work. And then I shall signal Marshall Chedaki to bring in our invasion fleet. DOCTOR: The best laid schemes of mice and Kraals gng aft agley. STYGGRON: What? DOCTOR: Something will go wrong, Styggron. STYGGRON: Nothing will go wrong! (Styggron switches on the device. It starts doing its stuff, and the Doctor writhes in pain beneath the weird blue lights.) (Int. cell. Sarah is setting up the trap. She sets the power cable down by the left side of the door, then pours a line of water across the floor in front of the door, so that the cable is in the water. She kneels down to one side of the door, empties her pockets, and takes off her scarf to use in some manner.) (Int. Disorientation Centre. The Doctor is in pain and the light is turning red.) (Int. hallway outside cell. Smoke is coming out from underneath the door. The guard looks, curious, and goes to check it out. He opens the door and sees Sarah's scarf burning just inside. He steps through and Sarah touches his gn barrel with the other end of the cable. He shouts, his sweater burning, and slowly collapses to the ground with lots of zapping sound FX. After he falls, his chest explodes and we see the circuits and things inside. Sarah leaves, but with a look of great remorse for having klled the guard, even though he was an android.) (Int. Disorientation Centre. Styggron is watching the Doctor writhing in pain.) STYGGRON: In eight minutes, Doctor, the Analyzer will have completed its recording. Unfortunately, I shall not be here to turn it off. Your brain tissues will expand under the stimulation until, eventually, your skull bursts. I imagine it will be a most...disagreeable death. DOCTOR: We shall see. STYGGRON: Defiant to the end, Doctor. But you will soon be screaming for mercy. And there will be no one here. (Styggron leaves. The Doctor closes his eyes for a moment, then is assailed by a fresh batch of pain.) (Int. hallway. Sarah is creeping along. The analyzer in the Disorientation Centre can be heard in the distance. She ducks out of sight as Styggron passes by, then goes to rescue the Doctor. When she gets there, the light has changed and he's almost motionless from the pain. She examines the console, but can't make head nor tail of it. But she knows she must free the Doctor, so she tries a switch. The light goes back to blue, and the Doctor's head rolls to look her way, obvious relief on his face. She tries another switch and this makes it much worse - the Doctor's back arches in pain and he cries out. So she turns that one the other way and the thing turns off finally.) SARAH: Oh, Doctor... (She runs over to the table and starts undoing his bonds.) SARAH: Doctor! Doctor! Come on! Please, come on, wake up! DOCTOR: I am awake...I think... (Sarah comes up next to him and he shushes her.) DOCTOR: Shh, shh, shh... Once upon a time, there were three sisters, and they lived at the bottom of a treacle well. Their names were Olga, Vasha, and Elena. Are you listening, Tilly? SARAH: I'm Sarah! Sarah! DOCTOR: I feel disorientated. SARAH: This is the Disorientation Centre. DOCTOR: That makes sense. SARAH: Come on! (He leaps off the table. A recorded Kraal voice announces the pending lift-off - on minute.) DOCTOR: Hurry! SARAH: Where are we going? DOCTOR: Crayford's ship. It'll be leaving in a moment. SARAH: Doctor! (They run away.) (Close-up of Styggron.) STYGGRON: The Earth female has escaped! Find her! (Int. rocket silo. The Doctor and Sarah consider their options, CSO'ed onto a model sht of a rocket. There's wind blwing their hair around.) DOCTOR: We're going into that rocket, Sarah. SARAH: (can't hear over the wind) What?!! DOCTOR: (louder) I said, you and I are going into that rocket! KRAAL VOICE: (os) Time to lift-off: thirty seconds. (Camera cuts to the interior of that rocket. Sarah and the Doctor enter via a simple door. There are several of the oblong android pods on the floor.) DOCTOR: Come on, Sarah. We need protection. (They rush over to one of the pods and begin opening it.) DOCTOR: The G-forces will crush us on blast-off. (There's an android inside the pod, motionless, just like the one Sarah had found earlier by the TARDIS. Sarah gasps.) DOCTOR: It's all right. It's not activated yet. (They yank the 'droid out of the pod by the arm as the countdown hits 10.) KRAAL VOICE: (os) Ten. Nine. (Int. rocket control deck. Styggron is sitting beside Crayford, who is wearing his space suit and controlling the ship.) KRAAL VOICE: (os) Eight. Seven. Six. Five. (Int. cargo deck. The Doctor bustles Sarah into the pod.) DOCTOR: In you go, quick! Quick! KRAAL VOICE: (os) Four. Three. (The Doctor looks for a place for himself.) SARAH: Hurry! KRAAL VOICE: (os) Two. One. Zero! (It's too late. The rocket blasts off, and the G-forces immediately press the Doctor down to the ground.) (Cut to stock footage of a Saturn V lift-off. Then cut to a close-up of Sarah's face. She's gritting her teeth, and is obviously having trouble breathing.) SARAH: It's crushing...me...Doctor... (Cue music, cut to credits.)	{"type": "series", "show": "Doctor Who", "episode": "13x15 - The Android Invasion - part 3"}	foreverdreaming
THE ANDROID INVASION by Terry Nation Part Four Original Air Date: 13 December, 1975 5:55pm - 6:20pm (Recap from last episode: Int. rocket silo. The Doctor and Sarah consider their options, CSO'ed onto a model sht of a rocket. There's wind blwing their hair around.) DOCTOR: We're going into that rocket, Sarah. SARAH: (can't hear over the wind) What?!! DOCTOR: (louder) I said, you and I are going into that rocket! KRAAL VOICE: (os) Time to lift-off: thirty seconds. (Camera cuts to the interior of that rocket. Sarah and the Doctor enter via a simple door. There are several of the oblong android pods on the floor.) DOCTOR: Come on, Sarah. We need protection. (They rush over to one of the pods and begin opening it.) DOCTOR: The G-forces will crush us on blast-off. (There's an android inside the pod, motionless, just like the one Sarah had found earlier by the TARDIS. Sarah gasps.) DOCTOR: It's all right. It's not activated yet. (They yank the 'droid out of the pod by the arm as the countdown hits 10.) KRAAL VOICE: (os) Ten. Nine. (Int. rocket control deck. Styggron is sitting beside Crayford, who is wearing his space suit and controlling the ship.) KRAAL VOICE: (os) Eight. Seven. Six. Five. (Int. cargo deck. The Doctor bustles Sarah into the pod.) DOCTOR: In you go, quick! Quick! KRAAL VOICE: (os) Four. Three. (The Doctor looks for a place for himself.) SARAH: Hurry! KRAAL VOICE: (os) Two. One. Zero! (It's too late. The rocket blasts off, and the G-forces immediately press the Doctor down to the ground.) (Cut to stock footage of a Saturn V lift-off. Then cut to a close-up of Sarah's face. She's gritting her teeth, and is obviously having trouble breathing.) SARAH: It's crushing...me...Doctor... (Stock footage of a rocket rising into the sky. The camera cuts away about half a second after keen-eyed viewers can spot the beginnings of a stage separation.) (Int. rocket, pod bay. The camera is close on Sarah's face. She is unconscious. A hand waves in front of her face, but she does not react until the hand tickles her nose. The camera pulls back as she wakes up, and we see that it's the Doctor.) DOCTOR: We're on the way. (chuckles for no reason) SARAH: (sitting up) ...must've...blacked out. DOCTOR: Yes, you did. The G-force cut the blood supply to what you humans laughingly call your higher centres. (In the background, a pod begins to open. Camera cuts to the side of the pod and we see a Doctor duplicate peer out. It looks around, then closes the lid of the pod again.) SARAH: (os) Ha ha. I hate sarcasm, especially when I'm dying. (The camera cuts back to the Doctor and Sarah.) SARAH: I feel as though I've been through a (unintelligible) DOCTOR: It's a gentle massage compared to what's ahead. SARAH: (annoyed) Oh, no, don't tell me, I don't want to know! (The Doctor gets up to walk around the pod bay.) DOCTOR: Yes you do. Just before Crayford puts this ship into re-entry orbit, these containers will be sht out like pips from a lemon. SARAH: How? DOCTOR: Through the cargo shuttle ejectors. And we'll be in them. SARAH: Oh. DOCTOR: Ask me why. SARAH: Why? DOCTOR: Because they'll reach Earth before the ship. There's no other way we can reach the defense station. SARAH: And what are we going to use for air? DOCTOR: Oh, there'll be enough to last the few minutes in space. I'm more concerned about the efficiency of these retro tubes. (He examines the holes at one end of a pod.) SARAH: Why, don't they work? DOCTOR: Oh, I imagine they'll work well enough for the androids to survive impact, but we could be in for a nasty jolt. SARAH: So, providing we don't burn up on re-entry, and aren't suffocated on the way down, we'll probably be smashed to a pulp when we land. DOCTOR: Exactly! (Sarah makes a worried noise.) DOCTOR: Sarah, you've put your finger on the one tiny flaw in our plan. SARAH: Our plan! It's your plan! DOCTOR: Well, I'm open to suggestions if you've got a better idea. SARAH: (resigned) How long before we start all this? (The Doctor looks worried - we hear a whining noise start.) DOCTOR: Quite soon. They're beaming us through the space-time warp now. (Int. Space Command Centre - the real one. We're in a rather spartan Mission Control, complete with a global map showing a projected orbital path. There are three computers with reel-to-reel data storage. Several scientists and other assorted personnel are in the room, including a black woman who appears to be in charge of getting a fix on Crayford's ship.) GRIERSON: Bearing 1-4-3. TESSA: I've got him! (She flicks a few switches on her console.) MATTHEWS: There he is! (He points excitedly at the large map screen.) GRIERSON: Contact. (We get a look at another map screen, with Cornwall and southern Wales visible. A bright point of light over Cardiff Bay is visible, pinpointing Crayford's location.) GRIERSON: Confirmed. (sounding relieved) Well done, Tessa. (He picks up a telephone. In the background, Tessa and Matthews are chatting happily about how nicely the contact is matching the predicted flight path and generally congratulating one another. Grierson gets on the phone.) GRIERSON: (happy, into phone) Colonel Faraday? Ah, hello sir, this is the scanner room. We've picked up Crayford's ship, sir. (pause) Yes, absolutely on the button! (pause) Right, sir! (He hangs up the phone and speaks to his colleagues.) GRIERSON: The old man's coming down. (Int. Space Defense Centre - main entrance. There are people here now, going about their ordinary business. The atmatic doors slide open and RSM Benton walks in. He meets Lt Surgeon Harry Sullivan.) BENTON: Well, we've searched the area for them, made enquiries in the village. No sign of the Doctor or Miss Smith anywhere. HARRY: Well, he'll turn up when he feels like it. I'm sure there's nothing to worry about. BENTON: Yes, I just hope you're right. HARRY: (cheery) You're a pessimist, Benton! What could possibly happen to the Doctor in Devesham Woods? BENTON: (unconvinced) It's just that, I've never known him leave the TARDIS with the key in it before. (Colonel Faraday strides into the entryway.) FARADAY: Come along, men! (He walks up to Benton and Harry.) FARADAY: (elated) Crayford's just been spotted on the scanners. HARRY: Well that's great, sir! (Harry and Benton follow Faraday into another part of the complex.) (Int. Space Command mission control. Matthews is speaking into a radio on the console. Matthews is wearing a red shirt, incidentally.) MATTHEWS: Hello, XK-5, hello, XK-5, this is Devesham Control calling XK-5. Do you read me, do you read me? (Matthews continues repeating the hail as Colonel Faraday, Sergeant Benton, and Harry Sullivan enter the room and start talking to the mission controller, who is clearly elated, and who, incidentally, is named Grierson.) GRIERSON: Right on course. FARADAY: This is a moment for history, Grierson. GRIERSON: (quite happy) Is that so? HARRY: A two year journey... FARADAY: He's been further into space than any other human being. (Harry glances sidelong at Faraday, then shares a long glance with Benton. Meanwhile, the hail is still being repeated.) MATTHEWS: ...this is Devesham Control calling XK-5. Do you read me, do you read me? (He switches to receive, and this time he gets a signal.) CRAYFORD: (on radio) Come in Mission Control. This is XK-5. I'm receiving you loud and clear. MATTHEWS: Okay, XK-5, standby, standby. (Grierson hands a mike to Faraday.) GRIERSON: Sir, would you care to...? FARADAY: (politely) Oh, yes, thank you. (Faraday takes the mike.) FARADAY: Hello, Crayford? Colonel Faraday here. I, ah...well, what can one say at a moment like this except, "Welcome home?" CRAYFORD: (on radio) Thank you, sir. Earth certainly looks pretty good from up here. I've had some problems... (His transmission becomes faint as interference builds up.) FARADAY: What's that? Re-entry? GRIERSON: Not yet, sir... (Grierson starts looking at controls, trying to figure out what it is.) GRIERSON: There's something else coming in on the same path! FARADAY: Something else? GRIERSON: (amazed) Yes, sir... A fireball or something. It's broken into meteorites, look! (We see them on the screen, slowing, moving in over Wales.) (Int. rocket pod bay. We see a pod sitting in its launch cradle. There is a humming noise and it drops down through the floor to be launched.) (Int. Space Command mission control. Tessa is monitoring the bogies.) TESSA: They're down to 17 thousand metres. FARADAY: Never mind the meteorites. Have we still got contact with the ship? GRIERSON: Just ht the upper atmosphere, sir. Looks like a perfect re-entry path. MATTHEWS: He'll be back in the mess in time for late breakfast! HARRY: No he won't, Matthews. Not after two years in space. MATTHEWS: That meteorite shower's really coming in! BENTON: Yes, but don't they usually burn up before they ht the Earth? MATTHEWS: This lot's not going to. (Matthews looks at his instruments.) MATTHEWS: There's something funny about them... FARADAY: Something funny? MATTHEWS: I swear they're slowing down! (Ext. country outside Devesham. Four of the pods are CSO'ed onto the sht, coming in for a rather unconvincing landing. Their retros fre off-camera and they come to Earth amid smoke and noise. When the smoke lifts, there's a pod sitting there. It opens to reveal...the Doctor. He sits up, looking a bit rumpled from the ride. He gets out.) DOCTOR: Sarah? Sarah? No Sarah. (He looks around.) DOCTOR: No Sarah. (He goes off looking for her.) (Int. Space Command mission control. Close-up of Colonel Faraday with his mouth hanging open. He's watching the scanner. Benton is watching too. So is everybody. They're waiting for Crayford to radio in. The static clears.) CRAYFORD: (on radio) XK-5 to control. HARRY: (relieved) He's through. CRAYFORD: (on radio) This is XK-5 calling control. TESSA: Devesham Control to XK-5. We're locking on. CRAYFORD: (on radio) Roger, Devesham. TESSA: Ignition minus 30, on my mark. Mark. CRAYFORD: (on radio) Mark thirty. (A video picture of Crayford in his suit at the helm of his ship begins to show.) CRAYFORD: (on radio) AGS reading: 400 plus one. TESSA: Ten seconds to ignition. Mark. CRAYFORD: (on radio) I have ignition, Devesham. Starting descent. MATTHEWS: Altitude: 40 thousand metres...39...38 thousand. Descent velocity: 650 metres per second. FARADAY: (to Harry) He'll be landing in a few minutes. Everything you need, Sullivan? HARRY: (smiles) I've got the tools of the trade here, sir. (He raises his briefcase.) GRIERSON: You're looking good, Commander. CRAYFORD: (on screen) Good from here too. Have you brought some champagne on ice down there? (Everybody smiles to each other; this is going amazingly smoothly.) (Ext. Devesham Woods. Sarah is working her way through the bracken. She reaches the TARDIS, standing in a clearing not unlike the one on the Kraal homeworld. The key is still in the lock.) SARAH: Doctor? (She walks up to the TARDIS and calls inside.) SARAH: Doctor? (He's not there either, but she notices a pod sitting a little ways away. She hears a stick break and spins around to look back the way she came. A hand taps her on the shoulder. She spins back only to see...that it's the Doctor, looking strangely emotionless. After a moment, he smiles his toothsome smile. Sarah scowls at him for surprising her.) SARAH: Oh, don't do things like that! DOCTOR: I'm sorry. I had to be sure. You see, there's a replica of you around somewhere. SARAH: Well, my replica wouldn't be as glad to see you as I am. (He smiles faintly. There is a noise like rocket thrusters and both Sarah and the Doctor look up.) SARAH: What's that? DOCTOR: The rocket is coming in to land. SARAH: Well, we've got to hurry if we're going to warn them! DOCTOR: It would suit our purposes more if no one was warned. (We suddenly see that the Doctor has his hand in his jacket, a la Napoleon, and the pod behind him is opening. Sarah sits up inside - another android.) SARAH: (gasps) You're not the real Doctor. (He goes to grab her, but is too slow. She runs off into the forest. The android Sarah gets out of the pod and joins the android Doctor.) ANDROID SARAH: Come. We have much to do. (They head off into the woods, not following Sarah.) (Int. Mission Control.) GRIERSON: You are cleared for landing, XK-5. CRAYFORD: (on screen) Roger. Coming down now. TESSA: Coming down 19...500...at 17...400 metres...250...200... MATTHEWS: Slight drift to right. CRAYFORD: (on screen) Correcting three forwards, three forwards. (We hear some engine noise as Crayford executes the manoeuvre. It sounds exactly like an airliner turbofan.) CRAYFORD: (on screen) Easy...easy... MATTHEWS: Docking contact. CRAYFORD: (on screen) Sentencing command override off, engine off... That's it, boys, crack the bubbly! GRIERSON: (to Faraday, with great relief) The XK-5 has landed, sir! FARADAY: Well done! Well done! Come along, Sullivan, we'll go on board! (Everybody breaks out of their tension as the officers leave and Matthews starts offering coffee.) MATTHEWS: Coffee anybody? NAMELESS GUY: Make mine black! MATTHEWS: (to woman) How about you, Tessa? TESSA: Yes, please. GRIERSON: (into mike) Commander Crayford? (The camera switches to inside the rocket, where Crayford sits taking his suit off in front of a CSO screen used to insert a cheap photo of some control panels.) GRIERSON: (on radio) Colonel Faraday and the MO are on their way up now, sir. CRAYFORD: Thanks! I'll be waiting. (As Crayford smiles happily, Styggron steps into the frame. There is dramatic music.) (Int. Space Defense Centre, main entrance. The Doctor walks in and stops in front of a UNIT guard - as it happens, it's Corporal Adams.) DOCTOR: Excuse me, can you tell me where I could find the commanding officer? CPL ADAMS: Yes sir, he's in the scanner room. DOCTOR: Thank you. (He starts to leave. Corporal Adams stops him.) CPL ADAMS: Excuse me, sir, could I see your pass? (The Doctor begins excavating his pockets until he finds it. Adams looks it over.) CPL ADAMS: Yes, that's all right, thank you. (He hands it back. The Doctor takes it, then does a double-take as he realizes it's Cpl Adams - presumably the real one this time.) DOCTOR: Is this the first time you've seen me today? CPL ADAMS: (surprised) Yes, sir. DOCTOR: (dad serious) Good. Now, if you do see me again, I want you to report it to me immediately. I'll be with the CO in the scanner room. (He departs, leaving Adams very perplexed.) (Int. Mission Control/scanner room. Grierson and Benton are there, and Benton is on the phone.) BENTON: Yes, yes. Make it 8 o'clock outside the Chinese takeaway. And don't be late! (He hangs up.) GRIERSON: (chuckles) You got her well trained. BENTON: Yes, well to be honest with you it's my kid sister. I'm taking her to a dance at the Palais tonight. (The Doctor sweeps into the room.) BENTON: Doctor! Where've you been? We've been looking...DOCTOR: (intense) Where's Harry? BENTON: Mr Sullivan? He's gone up to the rocket with Colonel Faraday. DOCTOR: Call him down. GRIERSON: I can't do that, sir! DOCTOR: Call him down! BENTON: Better do as he says. (Grierson moves to the microphone.) GRIERSON: Hello? (The Doctor takes the mike away.) DOCTOR: Harry? Harry? Can you hear me? HARRY: (os) Hello, Doctor, is that you? DOCTOR: Yes it is. Don't go into that rocket! FARADAY: I don't understand! What the dickens is going on? DOCTOR: Just trust me, Colonel! If you go into that rocket, your lives will be in deadly danger. FARADAY: (os, scoffs) Chap's insane. HARRY: (os, quiet) I think we ought to do as he says, Colonel. DOCTOR: Harry, bring the lift down. I'll explain it all then. FARADAY: (os) Very well, Doctor, but the explanation had better be good! (Pause. Grierson watches the console.) GRIERSON: The lift's started down again, sir. (Matthews enters the room again.) MATTHEWS: Mr Benton? BENTON: Yes? MATTHEWS: Could you spare a minute, please? (They leave together.) DOCTOR: (to Grierson) What controls the angle of your radar dish? GRIERSON: (pointing) This one here, sir. DOCTOR: Give me a pen. (He does and the Doctor begins sketching on a notepad.) (Int. hallway of space defense centre. Corporal Adams bursts through a door, looking very angry.) CPL ADAMS: What is going on here? (Matthews comes up behind him from the other side of the door and clobbers Adams on the back with both his hands locked together. Adams goes down, falling unconscious on top of the unconscious Benton. Another Benton walks up next to the android Matthews.) ANDROID BENTON: Have them taken away. (Int. scanner room. The Doctor has sketched quite a complicated schematic. He rips it off the pad and hands it to Grierson.) DOCTOR: Could you do that? GRIERSON: It's possible. It would take a bit of time, though. I'd have to re-jig about...eleven circuits there. DOCTOR: (very serious) All right. Well then, get about it. GRIERSON: You can't... DOCTOR: Tell no one what you're doing. GRIERSON: You can't point the radar dishes down here, sir! They'd jam every radio and electronic circuit for miles. There'd be chaos. DOCTOR: (tired) Nothing like the chaos there'll be if you don't do it, Grierson. (Harry and Faraday return.) FARADAY: Doctor! What the devil's going on? DOCTOR: An invasion of Earth is going on, Colonel. FARADAY: What?! DOCTOR: Let's get to your office. You've got some important phone calls to make. Crayford's sold you out to the Kraals. FARADAY: Kraals? Never heard of them! (They storm out together as Grierson contemplates the Doctor's schematic sketch.) (Int. space defense centre, entering the CO's office.) HARRY: Have you actually seen these androids, Doctor? DOCTOR: Indeed I have. FARADAY: (righteously indignant) I'll not have my command infiltrated by aliens! HARRY: (quietly) Sir, they may already be among us. DOCTOR: They made replicas of you and Harry, Colonel. (Faraday sits down behind his desk.) FARADAY: Of me?! Confounded cheek, how dare they! HARRY: I think I should run a complete medical check on everyone. FARADAY: Good idea, Sullivan. (nods) That'll nail 'em, eh, Doctor? DOCTOR: Yes, but it would take too long. We can use this. (The Doctor takes a device out of his pocket, a white box with a single red light.) HARRY: What's that? DOCTOR: It's a robot detector. It lights up in the presence of androids. (It lights up.) FARADAY: Thing must be faulty. DOCTOR: (calmly) I don't think so. I see I was just too late. ANDROID DOCTOR: (os) A pity you had to find out. (The real Doctor spins around in shock to see his duplicate standing in the doorway pointing a gn at him.) ANDROID DOCTOR: We didn't want any shting until our takeover was complete. DOCTOR: (cheery) Hello, Doctor! We've been waiting for you. (He steps forward.) ANDROID DOCTOR: Stand back, Doctor! DOCTOR: You know, the resemblance is astonishing. For a moment, I thought I was seeing double. (Suddenly, the Doctor slams the door shut on his duplicate, dashes past the androids Harry and Faraday and leaps out the window.) (CUT TO outside, in the car park. The Doctor rolls to a stop in a shower of broken window glass. Sarah appears around a corner in the distance.) SARAH: Doctor! Doctor, this way! (He picks himself up and runs towards her. They flee amid gn from the android Doctor's pstol.) (CUT TO int. CO's office. Android Faraday is on the facility intercom. We see a sht of a young woman, an office worker, looking up as she hears the announcement. We also see the android Benton, listening.) ANDROID FARADAY: Attention, attention. It has been confirmed the Doctor is attempting to sabotage our defense system. He is at large somewhere inside the complex. (CUT TO a sht of Sarah and the Doctor fleeing outside. They pause behind a corner.) ANDROID FARADAY: (os) Saturation search will begin at once. He is armed and dangerous, and all personnel have the authority to sht on sight. That is all. SARAH: (breathing heavily) So the androids have taken over. DOCTOR: Looks like. SARAH: What about the real Harry and Colonel Faraday? DOCTOR: They must be up there in the rocket with Styggron. (They sidle towards the edge of the building and peer across at the rocket. It doesn't look anything at all like the rocket that appeared in the launch sequence.) SARAH: We've got to help them somehow! DOCTOR: Our only chance is to stop the androids before they take over the complex. (He moves to leave.) SARAH: (startled) Where are you going? DOCTOR: To the scanner room. You stay here, Sarah. (He sprints away.) (sht of the scanner room. Grierson is hard at work.) (Int. space defense centre, main entrance. The Doctor enters and is stopped by android Benton, who raises a gn at him.) ANDROID BENTON: Hold it, Doctor. DOCTOR: (deprecating) Don't be a fool, Benton, I'm one of you! Didn't you hear the Colonel just now? The Doctor's not here, he's at large somewhere in the complex! (The android Benton lowers the gn.) ANDROID BENTON: (abashed) Oh yes of course sir. I'm sorry sir. DOCTOR: It's all right, Benton, but keep your wits about you. Nobody knows who's who around here. (The Doctor proceeds on to the scanner room.) (Ext. rocket gantry. It's a red metal staircase against a CSO backdrop. Sarah's climbing up it. It's windy.) (Int. scanner room.) DOCTOR: Have you finished, Grierson? GRIERSON: Almost there, Doctor. DOCTOR: We haven't got a second to lose, man. (Int. space defense centre, main entrance. The android Doctor walks in and is stopped by android Benton with a raised gn.) ANDROID BENTON: Hold it, Doctor. ANDROID DOCTOR: Don't be a fool, Benton, I'm one of you. (Benton opens fre. The bllts have no effect on the android.) ANDROID DOCTOR: (quiet and dangerous) Satisfied? ANDROID BENTON: (confused) But...but I thought you were...he passed me just a minute ago. ANDROID DOCTOR: Which way did he go? ANDROID BENTON: (confusion resolved) To the scanner room. (The android Doctor heads off.) (Int. scanner room. Grierson is working hard on a circuit board, pressing components into their sockets.) GRIERSON: Ah! I've done it. (He puts the circuit board in.) (CUT TO Space Defense Station model sht. The dish antenna slowly moves down.) (CUT back.) GRIERSON: All we have to do now is switch on the power.DOCTOR: (os) Good. (Grierson goes to switch on the power, but a sht rings out and he falls to the ground. We cut to see the Doctor whirl around to face his android duplicate.) ANDROID DOCTOR: A clever way to jam android's circuits, but not quick enough. (Crayford enters, having just come down from the rocket.) CRAYFORD: What's going on? ANDROID DOCTOR: The Doctor has interfered in our plans for the last time. CRAYFORD: But Styggron promised me there would be no klling. ANDROID DOCTOR: Fool. Do you really think the Kraals will spare humanity? Styggron has a virus in your ship that will destroy every man, woman and child in the world. CRAYFORD: (nervous, not wanting to believe it) Styggron wouldn't do that! He, he's a surgeon! A genius! Look what he did for me! DOCTOR: He did nothing for you, Crayford. Absolutely nothing at all. Except brainwash you. CRAYFORD: (quiet) That's not true. DOCTOR: You were hijacked by the Kraals, Crayford. Nothing went wrong with your rocket, Crayford. You weren't even injured. Take off the eye patch and look for yourself. (Crayford slowly turns and walks to a mirror on the wall. Hesitantly, he reaches up to his face, touches the eye patch - and pulls it sharply away. Underneath is a perfectly good eye. He closes both eyes as he realizes that the Doctor's been right all along. Furious, he storms back towards the rocket access. The Doctor takes advantage of the distraction and knocks the gn away from the android. The 'droid is stronger, though, and throws him down the short steps to the lower level of the room. The android Doctor presses a button to activate an alarm.) (Int. hallway of space defense centre. The android versions of Harry and Benton hear it.) HARRY: The scanner room! (They set off running.) (Int. scanner room. The Doctor sits up and fixes his eyes on the radar power switch. He picks himself up and heads for it, but the the android Doctor leaps down over the upper console and tackles him. A fight breaks out between the Doctor and his duplicate. The android has the upper hand and throws the Doctor around a few times until he lands next to Grierson, who is not dad after all, but trying to keep out of the way of the combatants. The android grabs a chair to kll the Doctor with, and the androids Harry, Faraday and Benton enter the room. But before they can kll him, the Doctor hits the switch and the 'droids all freeze. The Doctor slumps limply back, relieved.) (Int. rocket pod bay. All the launch cradles are empty now. Sarah enters in search of Harry and Colonel Faraday.) SARAH: Harry? (She closes the door behind her.) HARRY: (os) Sarah? Sarah, where...? SARAH: Harry! (She runs across the pod bay and we see Harry and Faraday all tied up and sitting in a sunken corner of the pod bay.) HARRY: What's going on? SARAH: It's a long story. For a start, you've got a very nasty twin. HARRY: Twin? (Int. scanner room. The Doctor is checking up on Grierson. Grierson is clutching his shoulder - presumably that's where the bllet went.) DOCTOR: You all right? GRIERSON: Yeah, I think so, Doctor. DOCTOR: Good. (sighs with relief) Where's Crayford? GRIERSON: He went back to the rocket. DOCTOR: Did he? (He puts his hat on.) (Int. rocket pod bay. Sarah has untied Harry's wrists and is working on Faraday's while Harry works on freeing his own feet.) FARADAY: It's all very well, but what are these androids? SARAH: Shhh! I keep telling you! They're robots controlled by Styggron. (Styggron enters, holding the virus and his ray gn.) STYGGRON: (delighted) The enterprising Earth girl! No! Don't move! The sensors indicated an intruder. I hardly expected to find it was you. SARAH: No, I suppose you thought I was still a prisoner on your planet. STYGGRON: I know the Doctor managed to escape, but you must indeed have a charmed life. SARAH: What are you getting at? STYGGRON: You were to have been the first human victim of the billions to be destroyed by this virus. (He holds up the virus capsule.) STYGGRON: How did you escape death? (Sarah does not respond. She just stares at Styggron.) STYGGRON: Did you not drink the water? SARAH: Water? CRAYFORD: (os) Styggron! (Styggron turns to see Crayford standing in the door, eye patch gone and seeing through both eyes. He looks majorly pissed.) CRAYFORD: You have betrayed me! STYGGRON: Betrayed you? I used you, Crayford, as I used the androids. But you are no longer of any value. (Crayford jumps Styggron. The virus capsule falls to the ground. They struggle for a moment, but then Styggron throws Crayford off and sht him with the ray gn. Crayford falls to the ground. As Styggron inspects his handiwork, the Doctor enters the rocket right behind him.) DOCTOR: Excuse me. (Styggron spins, but not fast enough. The Doctor nails him with a bit of Venusian Aikido and throws him right onto the virus capsule, which shatters. The green goop inside smears all over Styggron's face. Styggron screams and the Doctor instinctively moves to help, but Styggron fires at him. The Doctor goes down clutching his shoulder, falling right down among Sarah, Harry, and Faraday.) SARAH: Doctor! Oh, no! DOCTOR: (os) Don't waste any tears on him, Sarah. (They look up to see the Doctor in the entryway.) DOCTOR: He's only an android. SARAH: (standing) An android? DOCTOR: Yes. My replica. I reprogrammed it to confuse Styggron. (They look down to see the android's skin fade away, revealing the exoskeleton beneath.) SARAH: Please, don't ever do anything like that again. DOCTOR: (chuckles) Come on. (They all leave the rocket.) (Ext. Devesham Woods, close-up of what looks a lot like a Purple Loosestrife flower stalk. Pull back to see Sarah and the Doctor strolling calmly through the woods.) SARAH: Oh, how could we ever have been fooled? DOCTOR: How do you mean? SARAH: This really is Earth! DOCTOR: (mock seriousness) Are you sure? (Sarah grins and follows him onward. They reach the TARDIS and the Doctor opens the door for Sarah.) DOCTOR: After you? SARAH: (shakes her head grinning) I'm going home. And I'm going by taxi! DOCTOR: Oh. (grins) I'll make you an offer. I'll take you home! SARAH: (smiling) How can I refuse? (She goes into the TARDIS, which dematerializes.) (Cue music, cut to credits.)	{"type": "series", "show": "Doctor Who", "episode": "13x16 - The Android Invasion - part 4"}	foreverdreaming
THE BRAIN OF MORBIUS BY: "ROBIN BLAND" (TERRANCE DICKS REWRITTEN BY ROBERT HOLMES) Part One Original Air Date: 3 January 1976 Running time: 25:25 SOLON: You were quick, Condo. Were there no survivors? CONDO: One, an oxygen breather. SOLON: Humanoid? Excellent. Let me see. SOLON: No, that won't do. Even if the ganglia could be. No, the cranium's too narrow, the cerebrum undeveloped. That is an insect! Even a half-witted cannibal like you can see it won't do! CONDO: But the big head's not come, master. Not to Karn. SOLON: It must, Condo. One day, a true humanoid species, warm blooded, with a central nervous system. One such specimen, just one, and I can complete my work here. DOCTOR: Come out, meddlesome, interfering idiots. I know you're up there so come on out and show yourselves! DOCTOR: Messing about with my TARDIS. Dragging us a thousand parsecs off course. SARAH: Oi, have you gone potty? Who are you shouting at? DOCTOR: The Time Lords, who else? Now, you see? You see? They haven't even got the common decency to come out and show their ears. SARAH: They're probably afraid of getting them boxed, the way you're carrying on. DOCTOR: It's intolerable. I won't stand for any more of it. SARAH: Oh look, why can't it have just gone wrong again? DOCTOR: What? SARAH: The TARDIS. DOCTOR: What? Do you think I don't know the difference between an internal fault and an external influence? Oh, no, no, no. There's something going on here, some dirty work they won't touch with their lily white hands. Well, I won't do it, do you hear! SARAH: There's something ominous. Where are we, do you think? DOCTOR: I don't know and I don't really care. SARAH: Oh, come on. Come on, stop being so childish. DOCTOR: I'm just going to sit here and do nothing. SARAH: So there. DOCTOR: Yes. SARAH: Look, Doctor. Oh, come on, have a look at it. I mean, you don't know what you might be missing. Well, do you know what it is? DOCTOR: Yes. Ejection bubble. SARAH: A what? DOCTOR: A space parachute. SARAH: Pardon? SARAH: Hey, Doctor, quick. Come and look at this! There must be about a dozen wrecked spaceships out there. It's like the Sargasso Sea. DOCTOR: Fancy. SARAH: It's incredible. I mean, why should they all have crashed here? DOCTOR: I've no idea. SARAH: Well, I think you should take a look. Coming? DOCTOR: No, thanks. I'm just going to sit here and practise my double loops. SARAH: Well, please yourself. I'm going anyway. Are you sure? DOCTOR: Yes. SARAH: I suppose it was the crash? DOCTOR: Not the crash. Afterwards. SARAH: After? So it was deliberate? DOCTOR: Looks as if he escaped in the ejection bubble, and while he was wandering around dazed someone or something attcked him. Poor Mutt. SARAH: Mutt? DOCTOR: Yes, a mutant insect species. Widely established in the Nebula of Cyclops. I thought I recognised the stars. SARAH: You've been here before? DOCTOR: I was born in these parts. SARAH: Near here? DOCTOR: Well, within a couple of billion miles, yes. SARAH: Hey, look! SARAH: Come on. At least it's civilisation. SARAH: Oh god. Come on. SOLON: Motor reflexes seven tenths. SOLON: Condo! Condo, fetch some lamps. SOLON: Condo! MAREN: Two of them? OHICA: A male and a female, Maren, in the valley below. MAREN: Our senses reach beyond the five planets. They were not OHICA: They are here. MAREN: No ship can approach Karn without detection. Even the silent gas dirigibles of the Hoothi are felt in our bones while still a million miles distant. OHICA: There was no ship, Maren. The last was the cruiser of the Mutts. MAREN: Then how? How, Ohica? OHICA: I do not know. I say only what my eyes have seen. MAREN: Is it as I feared? For months now I have had a dream that the Elixir of Life would be taken from us. OHICA: Taken? MAREN: Next to myself, Ohica, you are the oldest of our sisterhood. Come, let me show you. OHICA: The Flame of Life! Maren, what is wrong? Why is it so low? MAREN: The Flame dies, Ohica. Every month, every day, it sinks lower. OHICA: How can this be? At our ceremonies the Flame has brned brightly, higher than my shoulder. MAREN: A deception. For many months past, before each ceremony, I have secretly fed the Flame with powdered Rine Weed. OHICA: But if the Flame dies, there will be no more Elixir. MAREN: It has been low now for over a year. The vessel remains empty. OHICA: Then we are doomed. Our sisterhood will perish. MAREN: We are only servants of the Flame. If the Flame dies, then so must we. OHICA: Maren, should not the others know? MAREN: Not until the end is certain. As you know, Ohica, the secret of the Life Elixir is known only to our sisterhood and the High Council of the Time Lords. Since the time of the stones we have shared the Elixir with them. Now there is none to share. MAREN: The few phials that are left I have kept for ourselves. But for months I have felt the Time Lords would come to rob us of these last precious drops. OHICA: You think the two I saw have been sent to steal the Elixir? MAREN: If that is so, we must deal with them. Summon our sisters. We will form a circle. SOLON: Where have you been? CONDO: Master. SOLON: I asked you, you stupid ox, where have you been? CONDO: I go find food, master. SOLON: You're lying. You can't deceive me, Condo. You've been looking for that arm again, haven't you. I've told you before. You get the arm back when our task here is finished. You serve me well and I'll put it back as neatly as I took it off. But if you fail me, you'll keep this for the rest of your life. Do you understand? CONDO: Yes, master. CONDO: The door. Somebody ring. SOLON: Answer it, you fool. DOCTOR: Can you spare a glass of water? SARAH: Can we come in? SOLON: Humans. At last. Humans! SOLON: My dear sir. My dear, dear sir. You have no idea what a pleasure this is. It's so long since we've. Condo, take their clothes. SARAH: Well, if we could just shelter for a while, that would be fine. SOLON: Great heavens, you can't go walking on a night like this. I wouldn't dream of letting you proceed one step further. Condo, stir yourself. Our guests are cold and tired and wet and. Let me take your hat, sir. There. Oh. What a magnificent head. SARAH: What? SOLON: Superb head. DOCTOR: Well, I'm glad you like it. I have had several. I used to have an old grey model before this. Some people liked it. SARAH: I did. SOLON: What? DOCTOR: I said, some people liked it, but I prefer this model. SOLON: Forgive me. What a surly host you must think me. Please, come in, come in. Make yourselves at home. Warm yourselves and sit down. Condo, pour the wine. SARAH: Oh, it's very kind of you. Thank you. SOLON: Not at all, not at all. It's an honour to offer you whatever comforts my humble abode can provide. As you see, the amenities here are rather antiquated. SARAH: Oh, no, I think it's very DOCTOR: Interesting. SARAH: Oh, yes, yes. SOLON: Well then, tell me, tell me about your adventures. SOLON: It's so rare that anyone arrives here on Karn. DOCTOR: Karn, is it? I should have known. SOLON: You mean you arrived here without knowing? SARAH: Oh well, we often go on a sort of mystery tour, don't we, Doctor? Doctor? DOCTOR: You seem very keen on heads, Mister er. SOLON: Solon. DOCTOR: Mister Solon. SOLON: Mehendri Solon. DOCTOR: It's very good. SOLON: Yes, I. Modelling is one of my hobbies, you know, but unfortunately this is not a very good example. DOCTOR: Oh no, I thought I recognised the face. SOLON: No. DOCTOR: No? SOLON: You made a mistake. DOCTOR: Talking of heads, or their absence, we found a headless body lower down the mountain. SOLON: How distressing. DOCTOR: Yes, it was. SOLON: It must have been from one of those crashed spacecraft, no doubt. DOCTOR: Yes, that's another thing. How many did we count, Sarah? SARAH: Fifteen. DOCTOR: Fifteen. The wreckage of fifteen ships all in this one area. SOLON: There's a belt of magnetic radiation. DOCTOR: Magnetic radiation? SOLON: Oh, I don't know anything about it, but I believe that is the theory. In fact, Karn has become quite notorious. SOLON: Ah, here we are. Now, let's hope that Condo has brought something special. Thank you. Condo, how many times have I told you the wine must be opened and allowed to breathe. DOCTOR: Oh, please, please. SOLON: No, no, no. So would you please do as you've been instructed? Hurry. SOLON: He's an excellent fellow, very devoted to me, but his intelligence is not the highest. SARAH: What happened to his arm? SOLON: Oh I, er, many years ago I dragged him from the wreck of a Dravidian starship and his arm? Well, amputation was the only way of saving his life. SISTERS: Flame. Sacred fre. Sacred Flame. Sacred fre. SISTERS: Sacred. MAREN: I see it. SISTERS: Flame. MAREN: I see the machine of our enemy. SISTERS: Sacred fre. Sacred Flame. MAREN: Concentrate, sisters. More power! SISTERS: Sacred fre. MAREN: Bring the machine here. SISTERS: Sacred Flame. Sacred fre. Sacred Flame. Sacred fre. Sacred Flame. Sacred fre. Sacred Flame. Sacred fre. Sacred MAREN: Enough. Enough. It is done. MAREN: I was right, Ohica. It is a time machine. OHICA: Of the kind MAREN: A TARDIS. Only the Time Lords know the secret of such machines. OHICA: Then the one I saw is a Time Lord. MAREN: Sent here to steal the Elixir. OHICA: Maren, what can we do? Alone among all the races in our galaxy, the Time Lords are our equals in mind power. MAREN: That is true, Ohica. Other races we can destroy from within. We can place death in the centre of their beings, send them mad with false visions. But with this one such powers would have no effect. He would close his mind to us. OHICA: Then we are lost! MAREN: There are other ways. But first we must find him. Form a circle, sisters. SISTERS: Sacred fre. Sacred Flame. SOLON: One never really overcomes the nostalgia for one's planet of origin. Sometimes at night I look up at the sky and I think, will I ever see Earth again? SARAH: I know the feeling. DOCTOR: What made you settle on Karn? SOLON: Well, nobody lives here. Nobody bothers me. I can get on with my work. SARAH: What kind of work is that? DOCTOR: Microsurgical techniques into tissue transplant. It was the title of the book you published. SOLON: You know something of my history, Doctor. DOCTOR: One of the foremost neurosurgeons of your time. Considerably after your time, Sarah. Yes, your disappearance caused quite a stir. It was said by some you'd joined the followers of the cult of Morbius. SOLON: Malice. Academic jealousy. I just had to get away. SISTERS: Sacred fre. Sacred Flame. Sacred fre. Sacred Flame. Sacred fre. Sacred Flame. Sacred fre. MAREN: So, our enemy thinks himself safe in Solon's castle. SISTERS: Sacred fre. Sacred Flame. SOLON: You know, I always knew that one day I'd have a guest with a head for such a fine vintage. SARAH: What was that? SOLON: Oh, just a freak squall. DOCTOR: Or a telekinetic visit. SOLON: What? DOCTOR: From the Sisterhood of Karn. SOLON: What do you know of the Sisterhood? DOCTOR: I know who that reminds me of now. One of the Time Lords. Morbius. SARAH: Doctor, are you all right? DOCTOR: One of the most despicable criminally minded wretches that ever lived. SARAH: Doctor! SOLON: There are some of us who would not agree with that, Doctor. SOLON: It worked, Condo. He is ours! CONDO: We take head now? SOLON: You put that away. This will be no crude butchery. A head such as this, a head that will soon command the universe, must be taken with care and skill. Every step must be planned. Every suture, every small incision has to be perfect. This will be my great triumph, Condo. A thousand years from now, people will remember Solon's last and greatest operation. CONDO: Not last, master. Me last. SOLON: What? CONDO: Arm. You made promise. SOLON: Any third rate hack can fix an arm, but a head, the centre of the nervous system, that takes more than just skill. That takes genius. CONDO: Girl. SOLON: What girl? CONDO: Her. SOLON: k*ll her. SOLON: Condo! I am anxious to get on. Now take him to the laboratory. I want to start my work. SOLON: Mind his head. SOLON: A secondary cardiovascular system. So he's a Time Lord. I thought as much. That's excellent, because we have no problem of tissue rejection. CONDO: Time Lord dangerous. SOLON: What? CONDO: Much power, master. SOLON: Rubbish! The Time Lords are spineless parasites. Morbius offered them greatness once but he was betrayed and rejected. They'll pay for that mistake, Condo. These pacifist degenerates will be the first to feel the power of his revenge. SOLON: What's that for? Do you think I'm going to operate in this light? We need proper lighting and power for the instruments, so we have to repair the generators. Come. SOLON: There is a lot to be done. I have to remove the Doctor's brain before I can start the operation. Hurry! SARAH: (quietly) Doctor? Is that you? SARAH: Oh, Doctor, wake up.	{"type": "series", "show": "Doctor Who", "episode": "13x17 - The Brain of Morbius - part 1"}	foreverdreaming
THE BRAIN OF MORBIUS BY: "ROBIN BLAND" (TERRANCE DICKS REWRITTEN BY ROBERT HOLMES) Part Two Original Air Date: 10 January 1976 Running time: 24:46 SARAH: He's mad. He must be. SOLON (OOV.): Before we start the operation all instruments must be sterilised. Do you understand? SOLON: We'll start the operation at once as the risks of meningal infection are very high. SOLON: I think just one medic is sufficient to. SOLON: Condo. CONDO: Doctor gone. SOLON: I can see that, you chicken-brained biological disaster, but how? And where? That drug. Did you put it all into the wine? CONDO: Yes, master. All little bottle in big. SOLON: Then he must still be unconscious. He can't have moved. That squalid brood of harpies, the Sisterhood. That accursed hag Maren found I was holding a Time Lord and rescued him. May her stinking bones rot! I'll see her die, Condo. I'll see that palsied harridan scream for death before Morbius and I are finished with her. CONDO: What do? SOLON: We must get the Doctor back. We must! CONDO: Sisters see much, master. See with mind. SOLON: I could wait a lifetime and not find a head as suitable. Whatever the risk, we have to get him back. Come. DOCTOR: Have I been ill long, nurse? MAREN: I am leader of the Sisters. DOCTOR: Hmm? Sorry, matron. MAREN: Maren. DOCTOR: No, thank you. I had a little drink about an hour ago. Events have moved along while I was asleep. MAREN: You feign ignorance, Time Lord? DOCTOR: Please, just call me Doctor. I hate all this bowing and scraping. MAREN: Do you wish to confess? DOCTOR: Confess? To what? MAREN: That you were sent here by the High Council of the Time Lords. DOCTOR: Well, I have to confess MAREN: Good. DOCTOR: That I don't really know. The calibrators have been on the blink recently. DOCTOR: How did you get her here, by the way? OHICA: The power of the Sisterhood. DOCTOR: Really? What, you mean you still practise teleportation? How quaint. Now, if you got yourself a decent forklift truck MAREN: Doctor, you have but a little time left. Will you waste it prattling nonsense or confess your guilt. DOCTOR: What do you mean, I have but a little time left? MAREN: Before you die. DOCTOR: But I'm only seven hundred and forty nine. Life doesn't begin until seven hundred and MAREN: At the next sun. That is agreed. DOCTOR: Not by me, it isn't. I haven't even been consulted. MAREN: Confess that you were sent here to steal the Elixir of Life, and your death will be made easy. DOCTOR: I haven't the vaguest notion of what you're talking about. The last thing I remember, I was taking a glass of wine with Solon and Morbius. MAREN: Morbius is dad. DOCTOR: That's right. Morbius is dad. DOCTOR: How did I get that impression? MAREN: The Time Lords destroyed Morbius for his crimes here on Karn. DOCTOR: Solon had a clay model of his head. But it was more than that. A living mental contact. I felt the mind of Morbius. OHICA: Morbius was excuted for leading the rebellion. His body was placed in a dispersal chamber and atomised to the nine corners of the universe. DOCTOR: I know that. But I tell you, Maren. Just for a second, before I passed out, his mind touched mine. I felt his burning hatred and anguish. Morbius is alive. MAREN: I suppose you think raising these old fears can somehow help you, but I was present at his execution. Morbius is dad, Doctor, and you will join him very shortly. SOLON: Quietly. We're nearing the shrine. CONDO: Condo kll? SOLON: Put that away, you oaf. The last thing I want is trouble from the Sisters. CONDO: Not kll Sisters, master? How we get big head? SOLON: We wait. They've got to come out sometime, so we wait. Then we follow, and when he's alone. But not until then, do you understand? CONDO: Master. SOLON: What is it? CONDO: Condo hear. SOLON: I heard nothing. CONDO: Why Sisters take wood? SOLON: I was wondering the same thing. OHICA: All is ready, High One. MAREN: The sun appears. I give you the last chance, Doctor, to confess your guilt. DOCTOR: I'm guilty of nothing. MAREN: This powder can spare you from the anger of the flame. Without it, you will die in torment, so confess. DOCTOR: You seem convinced I'm guilty. Why is it so important I confess? MAREN: With your spoken confession, the Time Lords can never deny they plotted against the Sisterhood. DOCTOR: Plotted against you? You've got it wrong, matron. MAREN: Nevertheless DOCTOR: Nevertheless nothing. For years, the Time Lords have extended their friendship towards the Sisters. When Morbius and his rebels overran this planet, who was it saved you? MAREN: The Time Lords acted then as they do now, from self-interest. They too feared Morbius. They too depended on the Elixir of Life for their survival. OHICA: And now the Elixir no longer forms, you Time Lords want for yourselves the little that remains. DOCTOR: What do you mean, the Elixir no longer forms? OHICA: The Sacred Flame dies. DOCTOR: How can it? That flame is the product of gases forcing up along a geological fault from deep in the molten heart of the planet. It will burn for millions of years. MAREN: It dies. DOCTOR: Unless some subterranean movement. Have you noticed any tremors recently? OHICA: It is time for the sacrifice, High One. MAREN: Take him. The flame must feed. DOCTOR: No, wait, please. Please, listen. DOCTOR: Why don't you listen? This could explain why I've been sent here. You need scientific advice. MAREN: You had the chance of mercy, Doctor. DOCTOR: This could be a grave mistake, Maren. If those gases are sealed in, this entire mountain could explode. Remember Cotopaxi? Mount Vesuvius? What about Pompeii? Surely you remember Popocatepetl? SOLON: It's the song of death. CONDO: What? SOLON: They're sacrificing to the flame. I must see what's happening. I must get nearer. CONDO: No, master. Evil place. SOLON: The sacrifice to the flame. They never offer up one of their own. It's always an outsider. I must see what's happening. SOLON: Stop it! Stop it! CONDO: Master. MAREN: What is the meaning of this? SOLON: I'm sorry. I'm deeply sorry. MAREN: Death to those who enter the Shrine. SISTERS: Death, death, death, death. MAREN: Your presence is a blasphemy against the Sacred Flame. SISTERS: Death, death, death. SOLON: Maren, High One, believe me, I meant no harm. MAREN: The harm is done. The sacrifice is defiled. DOCTOR: Take no notice, Solon. I'm delighted to see you. OHICA: Be silent! DOCTOR: That music was terrible. OHICA: Enough! The High One commands. SOLON: Maren, I only came here to ask a favour from the Sisterhood. I never intended to offend against MAREN: What is the favour, Solon? SOLON: In all the years I've been here on Karn, I've never asked or sought anything of the Sisterhood before. I've helped you, I've treated many of the Sisterhood. MAREN: All this is true. What do you want? SOLON: The Doctor. Spare his life. DOCTOR: Hear, hear. Seconded. Anyone against? MAREN: The Doctor is condemned. He must die in the flame. SOLON: But the Time Lords and the Sisterhood, they MAREN: That alliance no longer exists! SOLON: Maren, I beg you, I beseech you. If you must sacrifice, then take my servant! MAREN: Go, Solon. Leave now. SOLON: Look, please, if you're going to sacrifice him, then just leave me his head. Only as far as the cervical vertebrae. You can keep the rest but I must have his head. Please, don't burn his head. I need it. I need it for my MAREN: The Sisterhood know of your unnatural experiments, Solon. Your affairs hold no interest for us. MAREN: Your presence here on Karn is tolerated only as long as you keep your place. Be gone from here at once or you too will die in the flame. SOLON: I'm sorry. I'm deeply sorry. SISTERS: Sacred Flame. Sacred fre. MAREN: Make the offering. DOCTOR: I'm ready, Maren. MAREN: Flame of life, fre of death, take this body into thy eternal heart. MAREN: Stop them! Stop them! DOCTOR: Come on, let's follow them. They must know the way. SOLON: What a waste. What a stupid, senseless waste. CONDO: You give Condo. Why? SOLON: What? CONDO: Condo good servant. You give Sisters, let kll Condo. SOLON: Silence, you chattering ape. Haven't I enough to think about? CONDO: Condo kll you! SOLON: Now don't be a fool. CONDO: Condo not fool. Condo not fool now. SOLON: Now stop it, do you hear? Now let me go. CONDO: You make Condo fool. Now you die. SOLON: Condo, what are you doing? For mercy's sake. No, no, don't. I didn't mean it. I wouldn't have let them. You can't think I'd have let them do it? It was only a joke. It was just a silly joke. CONDO: Solon joke. SOLON: That's all. Just a joke. A stupid joke. CONDO: Condo not joke. You loose hands. SOLON: No, no, I'll do anything. You want your arm? You can have your arm back! CONDO: Take hook? Give good arm? SOLON: I wouldn't lie to you, would I? I mean, I have the arm. You know I've got the arm. That's what you always wanted, isn't it? CONDO: Give arm now. Condo not kll. SOLON: You go to the laboratory and get it ready, and I'll fetch the arm. DOCTOR: I think we've given them the slip. The barbecue's off. What's the matter? SARAH: I can't see. DOCTOR: What? SARAH: I've gone blind. DOCTOR: Let me look. Let me look. SARAH: Ow. It was the flash. DOCTOR: Shush. Keep still, keep still. I can't see anything. They look perfectly normal to me. SARAH: Oh, is that hopeful? DOCTOR: Yeah, of course it is. The flash probably numbed the optic nerve. It'll wear off in a few hours. Come on. SARAH: Or not, as the case may be. DOCTOR: Oh, Sarah. SARAH: Sorry, sorry. DOCTOR: Gently, gently. SARAH: Thanks. Hey, you know, I could always sell flowers, couldn't I? You know, lovely fresh violets, guv. If I ever get back to Piccadilly. DOCTOR: Shush. If you're going to sit there wallowing in self-pity, I'll bite your nose. SARAH: You. DOCTOR: Come on, let's go. SARAH: Right. Where are we going? DOCTOR: Solon's. SARAH: What? Are you nuts? DOCTOR: Come on. I've got the measure of Solon now. SARAH: No, Doctor, he's a maniac. He's got a body there. No head, oh no. It's just made out of lumps of things. DOCTOR: Has he, now? SARAH: Yes. DOCTOR: Well, I have a feeling he's keeping something else there too. Something far worse than a headless body. SARAH: I just don't understand you. DOCTOR: Come on. SOLON: I promise you faithfully you'll be free again, but I only need a little more time to complete my final experiments. MORBIUS: I grow weary of your endless promises, Solon. Always you need more time. SOLON: But if you could only see how much has been accomplished and how little remains. I have worked night and day in your service, Morbius. When I brought you here there was nothing! I had to build my own laboratory out of ruins. I had to invent and construct my own equipment to start experiments. MORBIUS: Experiments? When we formed this plan to outwit the Time Lords, nothing was said of experiments! You told me it could be done. SOLON: And it can, Morbius, it can. I've made so many discoveries. I have mastered new techniques no other man has even conceived. I can transplant limbs, organs. I can create life. And all against the most appalling difficulties. MORBIUS: Yet I am still here! I can see nothing, feel nothing. You have locked me into hell for eternity. If this is all there is for me, I would sooner die now. SOLON: There is so much at stake. I cannot afford to take a risk. Every step is an advance into new fields of surgery. Every step has got to be tested. MORBIUS: Solon! You desire to be know as the creator of Morbius, rather than his servant. SOLON: No, Morbius, you must trust me. I face many problems. Even Condo has become unreliable and must be put down. CONDO (OOV.): Master! Master! CONDO: Master! SOLON: Doctor. Well, what happened? Did they release you? DOCTOR: Oh, we got away. SOLON: I did my best to save you at the risk of my own life. I tried to make Maren see reason. DOCTOR: Yes, I noticed. I was very touched by your concern. SOLON: Well, it's wonderful to see you. Some wine? DOCTOR: No, thank you. We've had one taste of your hospitality. All I want from you, Solon, is a professional opinion. Sarah's been blinded. Examine her eyes. SOLON: We'll have to go to the laboratory. DOCTOR: After you. OHICA: They may still be hiding among the rocks, Maren. Shall we continue searching? MAREN: The Time Lord can never leave Karn. We have his TARDIS. Sooner or later he will return for his machine, and we will be ready for him. OHICA: Yes, High One. MAREN: Next time he will not be so fortunate, Ohica. He will wish he had died in the flame. DOCTOR: Well? DOCTOR: Well? SARAH: Yes, what's the verdict? SOLON: I think there's every chance, every chance of a complete recovery, but I have to check my findings, of course. Condo, would you take the, our young guest back to the parlour, please. SARAH: No! Doctor, don't let DOCTOR: Now Sarah, don't worry. Whatever the truth is, you'll hear it. Go on. CONDO: Girl not see. Condo help. DOCTOR: Thank you. DOCTOR: Well? SOLON: I'm very, very sorry. DOCTOR: Can't you operate? SOLON: The retina's almost completely destroyed. There's nothing I can do for her. DOCTOR: Nothing? SOLON: Well, there's a faint chance. DOCTOR: A chance? SOLON: No, it's impossible. DOCTOR: What chance? SOLON: The Elixir of Life. As you know, it regenerates tissues. But the Sisterhood control its only source. You're not going to get any from there. DOCTOR: If that's what's needed, I'll get it. SOLON: You can't go back to the Shrine. They'd kll you on the spot. DOCTOR: I must take that risk. Sarah can stay here. SOLON: You don't know Maren. Maren is not going to let you have the Elixir. DOCTOR: We'll see. SOLON: Doctor? DOCTOR: Yes. SOLON: Good luck. SOLON: Condo! SOLON (OOV.): Condo! CONDO: Master call. Condo go him. SARAH: Ow! MORBIUS (OOV.): Solon! SARAH: Hello? MORBIUS (OOV.): Solon, is that you? SARAH: Who's there? MORBIUS (OOV.): Solon! SOLON: Condo, I want you to take this to the Sisterhood. You understand? CONDO: Sisters? SOLON: Now, don't worry. You're in no danger. Just put it into their hands. But you must hurry. You must get there before the Doctor. Do you understand that? Right. SARAH: Where are you? MORBIUS: Here. SARAH: Who is it? What's the matter? MORBIUS: Who are you? SARAH: I just want to help. What's wrong? I can't see. MORBIUS: Where have you come from? Are you one of the Sisterhood? SARAH: No. MORBIUS: Did Maren send you to destroy me? SARAH: No, of course not! MORBIUS: Yes, she did! You she-devils want to destroy me! SARAH: No! MORBIUS: Now, before I've had my revenge! SARAH: No!	{"type": "series", "show": "Doctor Who", "episode": "13x18 - The Brain of Morbius - part 2"}	foreverdreaming
THE BRAIN OF MORBIUS BY: "ROBIN BLAND" (TERRANCE DICKS REWRITTEN BY ROBERT HOLMES) Part Three Original Air Date: 17 January 1976 Running time: 25:07 SOLON: What are you doing here? SARAH: Oh! I heard a voice. Someone SOLON: You shouldn't be in here. Nobody's allowed in here. You could do untold damage. Now, get out! MORBIUS (OOV.): Solon, have you lied to me again? SOLON (OOV.): I, Morbius, lied? SARAH: (quietly) Morbius. MORBIUS: You said we were alone here. SOLON: The Doctor and the girl have only been here a few hours. Morbius, his head is perfect for the purpose. Once I have it, we can begin our final operation. MORBIUS: If the head is suitable, why haven't you already started? SOLON: I think he suspects MORBIUS: There are two of you! Your servant, Condo, has the strength of a giant. SOLON: There might be a struggle, and the brain could suffer irreparable damage. It must be in perfect condition! MORBIUS: Do you think I care about my ultimate appearance? Just to walk again, to feel, to see! SOLON: Naturally, that is how you think now, my lord, but when you are once more a physical entity, imagine how you will see yourself then. Think how it will be then. MORBIUS: Solon, I think of nothing else! Trapped like this, like a sponge beneath the sea. Yet even a sponge has more life than I. Can you understand a thousandth of my agony? I, Morbius, who once led the High Council of the Time Lords and dreamed the greatest dreams in history, now reduced to this, to a condition where I envy a vegetable. SOLON: You must endure for only a little while longer. I swear it. I have sent the Doctor into a trap. SOLON (OOV.): He's gone back to the Shrine of the Sisterhood, but they are warned and they are waiting, and by sunset he will be dad. SOLON: Open this door! Do you hear me? Open this door or you will die for this. MORBIUS (OOV.): What is it, Solon? What has happened? SOLON (OOV.): The girl has shut me in. What a senseless gesture. What can she hope to accomplish. SOLON (OOV.): Open this door! When Condo gets back, you will die! SOLON (OOV.): Do you hear me? You will die! SISTERS: Sacred Flame, sacred fre. SISTERS: Sacred Flame, sacred fre. Sacred Flame, sacred fre. Sacred Flame, sacred fre. MAREN: From the sacred Flame, you have been granted the gift of eternal life. Cherish and serve the flame, my sisters. MAREN: Only you five will now survive, Ohica. OHICA: You mean there is no more Elixir? MAREN: That was the last. MAREN: Now our Sisterhood is surely doomed. OHICA: But High One, you yourself should have been among those who drank of the Elixir. It is your time. MAREN: There was only enough for five of our sisters, not for more. OHICA: Maren, you know what will happen. MAREN: It is ordained. OHICA: A message, High One, brought by Solon's servant. MAREN: (reads) The Doctor is returning. OHICA: Already? MAREN: Solon claims to have tricked him. He still bargains for the Time Lord's head. OHICA: He's an insolent fool. MAREN: No, they are both insolent, Ohica. Yet the Doctor is not a fool. Has he no fear of the Sisterhood? Does he think death a trivial thing? OHICA: What shall we do? MAREN: Be ready. Warn the guards. DOCTOR: Ding dong. DOCTOR: We can't go on meeting like this. CONDO: Master? Master? SOLON (OOV.): Down here, Condo. Down here! OHICA: Why have you returned? DOCTOR: I need some of your Elixir. MAREN: At last you confess. DOCTOR: No, not for myself. Sarah was blinded by the ray from your ring. I need the Elixir to restore her sight. MAREN: This is what Solon said? DOCTOR: Yes. MAREN: But he knows the effect of the ray is not permanent. OHICA: The girl will recover. DOCTOR: I see. A wasted journey. Well, thank you, ladies. That's really all I called about. MAREN: You have been condemned to die. DOCTOR: We're not going through all that again. If I wanted to steal from you, would I come in through the front door? MAREN: Then why did you come to Karn if not to steal? DOCTOR: I can't answer that question, Maren, until I know what Solon intends, but I have a feeling something incredibly evil is brewing. OHICA: Nothing happens on Karn without our knowledge. DOCTOR: A Time Lord could live on Karn without your knowledge. He could place a barrier around his mind. MAREN: What are you suggesting? DOCTOR: Morbius was a Time Lord. MAREN: Oh, that name again. I tell you, I saw his execution. I saw his body placed in the dispersal chamber. Nothing of Morbius, not the smallest atom, still exists. DOCTOR: Was Solon living on Karn at the time? MAREN: I believe so. There were many on Karn then. They came from all across the galaxy to attend the trial of Morbius. DOCTOR: A wr criminal. A ruthless dictator, but with millions of fanatical followers and admirers. MAREN: Riff-raff and mercenaries. The army he brought to Karn was the scum of the galaxy. OHICA: He promised them the Elixir of Life and immortality. MAREN: Morbius betrayed our secret. Until then, only the Time Lords knew of the Elixir. Now we have to remain constantly on guard against the entire cosmos. DOCTOR: Yes, well, that's something else I want to mention. You really can't go on dragging innocent space travellers to their deaths. MAREN: Innocent? DOCTOR: Until proved guilty. Those spaceships might just be passing. No, if I'm going to help you, I must insist upon one thing. MAREN: What? DOCTOR: Wrecking of spaceships has got to stop. Agreed? CONDO: Come. SARAH: Condo. CONDO: Master order. Find girl. Maybe kll girl. SARAH: No, no, Condo, please don't. No, please. CONDO: Come. SARAH: Let go, please, Condo. You're hurting me. CONDO: Condo not kll. SARAH: Please, Condo, let me go. CONDO: Girl nice. SARAH: Yes. Please let me go, Condo. CONDO: Master order! SARAH: No! Please, you're hurting me. CONDO: Find girl. Girl pretty. CONDO: Condo like. SARAH: Ow! If you stop breaking my arm I might like you a little bit. CONDO: Not like. Condo ugly. SARAH: Condo, please let me go. I must find the Doctor. CONDO: Doctor dad. SARAH: No, you're lying. He can't be! I know he can't. SARAH: Condo, please put me down! CONDO: Better you come now. Master want. SARAH: Please, put me down! MAREN: Your arrogance is limitless, Doctor. I've only to raise my finger for you to be put to death. DOCTOR: But I'd be no use to you dad, Maren, and you do have a problem. MAREN: The Flame of Life. DOCTOR: No Flame, no Elixir. No Elixir, pretty soon no Sisterhood. MAREN: When the Flame dies, our Sisterhood dies. It is ordained. DOCTOR: There's nothing mystical about that flame, Maren. It's a perfectly natural phenomenon. If it's dying, there must be a reason. A scientific, physical reason. MAREN: I have served the Flame for centuries. There is nothing to be done. DOCTOR: Then you have nothing to lose by letting me see it. OHICA: He is right, Maren. What harm is there? MAREN: Send the guards to the outer chamber. DOCTOR: Thank you. MAREN: No eyes outside the Sisterhood have ever looked upon the Flame of Life. OHICA: It is even lower! DOCTOR: Is it always this colour? MAREN: Always. DOCTOR: Fascinating. And the heat from the flame causes oxidation of the chemicals in the rocks, and then, no doubt, a chemical reaction with rising superheated gases and you have your Elixir. The impossible dream of a thousand alchemists dripping like tea from an urn. MAREN: Do not try to understand mysteries beyond the reach of the mind. DOCTOR: Oh, I wouldn't think they're beyond a decent spectrograph, Maren. One could probably synthesise that stuff by the gallon, though the consequences would be appalling. OHICA: What do you mean? DOCTOR: What? Everyone trying to live forever? No. Death is the price we pay for progress, you know. MAREN: You speak in riddles, Doctor. The Time Lords were glad enough of the Elixir. DOCTOR: Only in rare cases. When, for instance, there's some difficulty in regenerating a body. We don't take it regularly like you, otherwise we'd fall into the same trap. MAREN: And what trap are we in? DOCTOR: Immortality. You must have been old when the Elixir was discovered. How many centuries have passed while you have remained unchanged. How long since anything here changed? MAREN: Nothing here ever changes. DOCTOR: Exactly my point. No progress. Please, stand back. MAREN: What is that? DOCTOR: A little demon. MAREN: Stop! He must not touch OHICA: The Flame is dad. MAREN: Take him. Guards! You have defiled the magic of the mountain. Now you must die! OHICA: The Sacred Flame! We are saved, High One! DOCTOR: Soot, that's all. There'll be no charge. Of course, you won't get any Elixir for quite a while yet. This rock's got to warm right through. MAREN: And so now, Doctor, you expect us to show gratitude? SOLON: I don't think our young guest is going to escape again, Condo. CONDO: Master not hurt girl. SOLON: Why, I've misjudged you all this time, Condo. Under that brutish exterior there lurks a tender, compassionate nature. CONDO: Condo like girl. SOLON: Oh, he's such a romantic. SARAH: You think you're a bundle of laughs, don't you. CONDO: Hair pretty. SOLON: All right, that'll do. She doesn't like it. Now get out. Go on, get out. SOLON: Poor old Condo. Perhaps I'll give him your hair as a memento. SARAH: You're insane, Solon. You're mad. SOLON: Oh, no, I'm not. That's what they said, but they were jealous. They envied my achievements. When I said I could create life, they laughed at me, they mocked me. Only Morbius had the faith to believe in me. Only Morbius. They will laugh the other side of their faces. SOLON: Every part of this, every organ is mine, with my own hands. They'll see. And it's functioning perfectly, exactly to the required standard. It only needs the head and I (pause) It's getting dark already. Maren should have sent the Doctor's head by now. Nothing could have gone wrong. Condo saw him go into the Shrine. I don't understand it. MORBIUS: Is it time, Solon? SOLON: I do not yet have the Time Lord's head, master. MORBIUS: What do you mean, Time Lord? SOLON: The Doctor. MORBIUS: The Doctor is a Time Lord? SOLON: That is why his head is so perfect. From one of your own race, from one of those who turned up on you and tried to destroy you, you get a new head for Morbius. The crowning irony. MORBIUS: Fool! SOLON: I'm sorry, the pun was irresistible. MORBIUS: You fool, Solon. Don't you see what this means? The Time Lords have tracked me down. SOLON: No, you're wrong. MORBIUS: I am not wrong. I know the Time Lords. Pallid, devious worms. You had the Doctor here and you let him go. You were tricked! SOLON: You mean Maren and the Doctor plotted together? MORBIUS: Of course they did! And now the Time Lords will return in force to finish their work. Find me helpless, defenceless. They'll destroy me, Solon. Because of you, they'll destroy me! All my suffering will have been for nothing. SOLON: And all my work. All that terrible, lonely isolation. What can I do? How can I stop them? MORBIUS: We have only one chance. You must get me away from here before they arrive. SOLON: I can't. The support cell can't be moved, and without it your brain would die. MORBIUS: The body can be my support system. You must get me into it, Solon. SOLON: That is impossible. Without a head it cannot be done. MORBIUS (OOV.): You have the girl. Use her head. SOLON (OOV.): The female braincase is too small. If I were to attempt it, you would die as surely as at the hands of the Time Lords. MORBIUS: I have to get out of this tnk! Solon, you spoke once of constructing an artificial braincase. SOLON: I abandoned that a long time ago. MORBIUS: Why? SOLON: Because there were too many problems. Formidable problems. There was no way of eliminating the build-up of static electricity within the cranial cavity. Periodically it would have earthed through the brain, upsetting the delicate equilibrium, dislocating the neural centres. MORBIUS: But you made a braincase. SOLON: Yes! It's here somewhere. SOLON: No, it can't be done, Morbius. There would be severe pain, there would be seizures, perhaps even madness. MORBIUS: Whatever the risks are, I will take them rather than surrender to the Time Lords. There is no choice left to me, Solon. SOLON: I will do my utmost, my lord, with all the skill I have. MORBIUS: Prepare me for the operation. OHICA: Maren, is what we are doing right? MAREN: It is out of our hands now, Ohica. Take him to Solon. SOLON: Right, I want to start the operation. Careful, very careful. That's it, that's it. SOLON: Very good. Right, over here. That's it. Be very careful. Down. Down. That's it. SOLON: Condo, I want you to work the pump. CONDO: (quietly) Condo's arm. You take Condo's arm for this. SOLON: Hurry up, man. This is no time for trivialities. The brain will deteriorate unless it's connected again soon. CONDO: You take Condo's arm! SOLON: You cretin! You stupid animal! SARAH: What happened? SOLON: You mrder animal! SARAH: Don't sh*t him, Solon. What happened? SOLON: Morbius, Morbius. The greatest intellect there has ever been. SOLON: Destroyed by a mindless brute. SARAH: What happened? Solon, where's Condo? What happened? SOLON: There was an accident. Morbius' brain on the floor. SOLON: I don't know what damage has been done. You must help me. SARAH: What? Help you? No. SOLON: I need an assistant. I can't do the operation on my own. SARAH: Doctor, you can't leave me. Solon, I can't. SOLON: You will do as I say. SARAH: I can't. You can't make me. SOLON: You will do as I say! SARAH: I don't really understand. SOLON: Put your hand on this pump. Now, once every three second you SARAH: No, no, wait, wait, think. What if I make a mistake? SOLON: If he dies, you die. SOLON: The pressure. I said every three seconds, girl. I've connected the casing to a neural harness. It's much safer than the old biomechanical links. SARAH: Do I stop pumping now? SOLON: Yes. All that's left is to disconnect the external power supply to the brain and test for neural feedback. SOLON: There, did you see that? That was a positive response. Did you see that? SARAH: I can't see anything. Anyway, that thing had the twitches since I first met it. SOLON: Those were random nervous reflexes. That was a definite response to stimulation. Watch. SOLON: Did you see? You see, that was the first sign you'd expect. SARAH: Successful? SOLON: The motor centres of the brain have taken over. If there was no cerebral damage, within a few minutes Morbius will live again. SOLON: Go and answer. SOLON: Morbius was wrong.	{"type": "series", "show": "Doctor Who", "episode": "13x19 - The Brain of Morbius - part 3"}	foreverdreaming
THE BRAIN OF MORBIUS BY: "ROBIN BLAND" (TERRANCE DICKS REWRITTEN BY ROBERT HOLMES) Part Four Original Air Date: 24 January 1976 Running time: 24:18 SARAH: I can see. I can see again! SARAH: You'd better do something. That monster of yours is on the loose. SOLON: Oh, no, not yet. It's too soon. I've got to stop him. SARAH: Doctor? DOCTOR: Hello, Sarah. Nice to be seen again. SARAH: Oh, Doctor. DOCTOR: You thought I was dad, didn't you? You're always making that mistake. Come on, we've got to find Morbius' brain. Solon has to be stopped. SARAH: Doctor, you're too late. DOCTOR: I can't be. SOLON: Morbius, stop it! This is Solon. Solon, your creator. Can you hear me? Now listen. Your brain may be damaged. Broca's area. The speech centre isn't functioning properly. Look, don't you recognise me? I made you. DOCTOR: A glass braincase? SARAH: Yes. Or plastic. I don't know. Anyway, you can actually see that brain inside it, like a goldfish bowl. DOCTOR: Can you read his thoughts? SARAH: No. Look, I'm serious, Doctor. It's horrible. DOCTOR: And crude. It could lead to a brain malfunction and that spells danger. DOCTOR: Keep calm, Sarah. Keep calm. Whatever you do keep. You are calm. Hello, Morbius. You remember me? SARAH: Doctor! Doctor! Doctor, please get up. Please. SARAH: No, no. SARAH (OOV.): Argh! Get up, Doctor, please. SARAH: Doctor, please. Please, Doctor, I need your help! CONDO: You not kll girl. CONDO: Condo kll you. SARAH: Where are we going? Where are we going? DOCTOR: Are you all right? SARAH: What happened? Where is he? DOCTOR: Gone for a lurch, I think. He klled Condo. Shush. You stay there. SARAH: Yes. DOCTOR: I'll be back soon. DOCTOR: It's not your night, is it, Solon. SOLON: I thought you were dad. Morbius has got to be stopped. DOCTOR: He should never have been started. SOLON: His brain is only functioning on the motor level. I hadn't finished the operation, and you've got to help me. If I don't find him soon then the consequences could be incalculable. DOCTOR: Really? SOLON: Yes. His hated for the Sisterhood is his deepest emotion at the instinctual level at which his mind's now working. DOCTOR: Come on. KELIA: No! SOLON: dad? DOCTOR: Yes. Is that a stun gn? SOLON: Yes. DOCTOR: He can't have gone far. You go that way. We'll try and cut him off across these rocks. SOLON: There's no damage as far as I can see. DOCTOR: No damage? SOLON: There might be a slight contusion of the corpus callosum. I don't know until I get it back. DOCTOR: Solon, this thing you've made is an unspeakable abomination. It's just throttled the life out of someone. SOLON: Simple animal instinct, Doctor. Morbius wouldn't want to aggravate the Sisterhood at this stage. Lift him up with me. DOCTOR: What? SOLON: I've got to get him back before the anaesthetic wears off. DOCTOR: All right, Solon. But when we get him back, he's not going out again. Not ever. SOLON: What do you mean? DOCTOR: I mean this operation is going to end where it began, on the operating table. The brain can be detached and returned to the Time Lords. MAREN: Who is responsible? Who klled Kelia, our sister? OHICA: She was found near Solon's habitation, High One. MAREN: Solon? OHICA: The sister who found her saw a creature high among the rocks. MAREN: What creature? OHICA: She only saw it briefly, but then later she saw the Doctor and Solon hunting for it. MAREN: So, Solon has succeeded in his vile experiments. OHICA: And if the Doctor is right, High One, he will have given it the brain of our ancient enemy, Morbius. DOCTOR: Five minutes, Solon. You've got five minutes. SOLON: Doctor, I've spent my lifetime DOCTOR: You've spent your whole life resurrecting evil. Now, either you disconnect the brain or I'll do it my way. SOLON: Oh, no. I'll do it. DOCTOR: Five minutes, Solon. I'll be back to count the pieces. DOCTOR: Oi, oi, I've done it. Come on. SARAH: Oh, I just had the most terrible dream. DOCTOR: What? SARAH: First of all, I was blinded. Then I was attcked by a great claw thing looked like it was made from butcher's leftovers. And then I was DOCTOR: Knocked down a flight of stairs. SARAH: How did you know? DOCTOR: I was there. SARAH: You were? What happened to Mister Allsorts? DOCTOR: Solon's dismantling him. SARAH: That's a switch. DOCTOR: Force majeure. DOCTOR: We're lucky he botched the operation. The brain of Morbius and that body makes a terrifying combination. For the sake of the future of the universe, I had to make him destroy his handiwork. SARAH: Was he really that dangerous? DOCTOR: Who, Morbius? SARAH: Uh huh. DOCTOR: There was a civilisation here once. Now look at it. And there are other planets like it, all destroyed by Morbius. Nothing but ashes. DOCTOR: Damn! I should have stayed with him. SARAH: Sonic screwdriver. DOCTOR: It's in the TARDIS. SARAH: Oh. SOLON: This time, Morbius, there'll be no mistakes. OHICA: Is it right that we should let the Doctor fight our battles for us? MAREN: What are you saying? OHICA: Morbius is our enemy also. MAREN: There is no proof. No proof, Ohica, that the brain of Morbius still survives. That was simply the Doctor's theory. OHICA: One that makes meaning of Solon's meaningless work. And Solon himself is evil. The blood of our sister Kelia stains his hands. MAREN: Away from the Flame our powers fade. Even if the Doctor is right, there is little we can do to help. OHICA: We should do the little we can. If the Doctor faces both Solon and Morbius then MAREN: Ohica, I am too old. Too old and weak to leave the Shrine. I could not lead you. OHICA: Then let me, High One. Give the order and let me lead the Sisterhood. SARAH: There must be something we can do. It's not like you to give up. I mean, Solon has got to be stopped, hasn't he? DOCTOR: There's a thousand tons of reinforced concrete between us and Solon's laboratory. I know these places. Hydrogen plants are all built to the same basic design, the Scott Bailey principle. I've got an idea. SARAH: I knew you would. DOCTOR: Solon must've kept the brain alive in a colloidal nutrient. Hydrogen cyanide, Sarah. Hydrogen cyanide. SARAH: Hydrogen cyanide. DOCTOR: HCN. SARAH: What? DOCTOR: HCN. SARAH: Ah ha! HCN. DOCTOR: Prussic acid. Good girl. SARAH: So what do we do now, drink ourselves to death? What are you looking for? If you tell me, I can help you. Is it big, is it small? What is it? DOCTOR: I knew there'd be one. SARAH: Oh, come on. We're not going to get out through there. DOCTOR: That isn't the idea. That duct should lead to Solon's laboratory. SARAH: Are you suggesting I crawl DOCTOR: No, I'm not. SARAH: Then what? DOCTOR: We've got all we need to make cyanogen. DOCTOR: Cyanogen. Just a drop, two, three. DOCTOR: Stand back, Sarah. I mean well back. SARAH: Okay. DOCTOR: If we can create the right combustion conditions DOCTOR: Something should happen. SARAH: How do we tell if it's worked? DOCTOR: Well, if we're still here in a month SARAH: It hasn't worked. DOCTOR: Correct. SARAH: Hmm. How many hours in a month? SOLON: I've done it. Morbius, I've done it. (coughs) You will live. You will (cough) You will live again. MORBIUS: Cyanide. MORBIUS: Ah. SARAH: How many seconds in a month? DOCTOR: Two million six hundred and seventy eight thousand four hundred. SARAH: Short month. MORBIUS: An ingenious idea, Doctor, but ineffectual. Your poison affected only Solon. I have the lungs of a birastropthe. DOCTOR: With a methane filter. What does it feel like to be the biggest mongrel in the universe? MORBIUS: Solon designed this body for efficiency, not for its appearance. To be free again is all that matters. DOCTOR: Free to cause more havoc, more destruction? MORBIUS: The Time Lords will not oppose me again, nor the Sisterhood. When it is learnt that I, Morbius, have returned from the grave, my followers will rise in their millions. DOCTOR: You really can't go on calling yourself Morbius. There's very little of Morbius left. Why don't you think of another name? Potpourri would be appropriate. SARAH: How about Chop Suey? MORBIUS: What! DOCTOR: Chop Suey, the galactic emperor. MORBIUS: You will be the first to die. DOCTOR: Brain getting a little overheated, is it? Careful, not as strong as it was. MORBIUS: My brain functions perfectly. DOCTOR: I doubt it, Morbius. All that time in a tnk, it's gone soft. Do you dare put it to the test? MORBIUS: What test? DOCTOR: We have all the apparatus here. I challenge you to a mind-bending contest. MORBIUS: I am a Time Lord of the first rank. What are you? DOCTOR: Oh, nothing, nothing. A mere nobody, but I don't think you're in the first rank any more. MORBIUS: Very well, Doctor. If that is how you want to die, I accept your challenge. DOCTOR: There's sporting gentleman. SARAH: What's mind-bending? DOCTOR: Time Lord wrestling. It's usually a game but it can end in death lock. MORBIUS: It will, Doctor. I, Morbius, do not play games. DOCTOR: Neither do I. Are you ready? DOCTOR: En garde, Morbius. MORBIUS: Is your mind, Doctor, going? SARAH: Doctor. MORBIUS: How far, Doctor? How long have you lived? MORBIUS: Your puny mind is powerless against the strength of Morbius. MORBIUS: Back. To. The. Beginning! SARAH: Doctor? OHICA: What has happened? SARAH: I think he's dying. MAREN: The Time Lord dies. Only the Elixir of Life can save him. OHICA: And we have none. SISTERS: Sacred Flame. Sacred fre. Sacred Flame. Sacred fre. MAREN: Enough has formed, Ohica. Enough for the Doctor. OHICA: But High One, your own need. MAREN: Here, take it. Perhaps the Doctor was right. There should be an end. DOCTOR: Nectar? Stewed apricots. No custard. Ah! OHICA: Maren! DOCTOR: Was that the last? SARAH: Without it, you would have died. OHICA: It was ordained. DOCTOR: And Morbius? OHICA: He is destroyed. We owe you thanks, Doctor, DOCTOR: Oh please, Ohica, please, no speeches of gratitude. Sarah and I have an engagement. SARAH: We have? DOCTOR: Come along. SARAH: Thank you, Ohica. DOCTOR: Goodbye, Sisters. Oh, in case you have trouble with the chimney. OHICA: What are they? DOCTOR: A might atom and a thunder flash. OHICA: There is some ancient writing here, Doctor. Is it a Time Lord spell? What does it say? DOCTOR (OOV.): Light the blue touch paper and stand clear.	{"type": "series", "show": "Doctor Who", "episode": "13x20 - The Brain of Morbius - part 4"}	foreverdreaming
THE SEEDS OF DOOM BY ROBERT BANKS STEWART PART ONE Original Air Date: 26 February, 1976 6:00pm - 6:25pm 1, EXT: ANTARCTICA (The wind blows and the snow falls in the Antarctic region. Icebergs bob up and down within the rough ocean. In blizzard-like conditions, a man with heavy-weather clothing is kneeling in the snow by a wall, digging with a small pickaxe. Another man joins him, wearing similar clothes. He kneels and communicates with his companion, necessarily shouting because of the howling wind. The two men are Charles Winlett, and Derek Moberley, workers on an Antarctic research station.) MOBERLEY: Come on Charles, we've got enough samples, surely! WINLETT: This isn't ice - this is something else. Have a look. (He reaches down and extracts a small round object, frozen with ice and snow, but unrecognizable to both men.) MOBERLEY: What is it? WINLETT: Don't know! Let's get it back to camp. (They both stand up ready to leave.) 2, INT: RESEARCH STATION - LABORATORY (After an exterior sht of the research station, the round object is being examined on a table by the third member of the research team, John Stevenson. He scrapes away the excess ice to reveal a solid, rough, dark green pod or egg. Moberley and Winlett enter.) MOBERLEY: Animal, vegetable, or mineral? STEVENSON: Vegetable. WINLETT: Yes, that's what we thought. (Stevenson holds up the pod on a tray in front of them.) STEVENSON: The cutaneous creasing is unmistakable. When it's properly thawed out I can...confirm it with a cytology test. (Winlett is prodding the pod with a scalpel.) WINLETT: The skin looks as hard as iron. STEVENSON: Yes, it is a bit of a cannonball. How deep in the permafrost was it? WINLETT: About the er... 9 layer. MOBERLEY: And that means it's been there for ooh...20 thousand years? What do you make of it, John? STEVENSON: Nothing at all yet. MOBERLEY (joking): Oh, and I thought you were meant to be a botanist. STEVENSON: I've not seen anything remotely like it. WINLETT: It looks tropical to me, like a gourd. MOBERLEY: Oh rubbish Charles. If it's from the late Pleistocene period, it can't be tropical. It's a few million years since this part of Antarctica was rainforest. WINLETT: Oh that's the accepted theory. Discoveries like this have destroyed accepted theories before now. Isn't that right, John? (Stevenson is far less casual about the situation than the others. Without even listening to Winlett, he hesitantly touches the pod a few times with his finger. Winlett tries to get his attention but he seems distracted and confused.) WINLETT: ...John? STEVENSON: ...hmm? Sorry. MOBERLEY: Is something wrong? STEVENSON: ...Don't you feel it? MOBERLEY: Feel what? STEVENSON: I don't know - there's something... odd...something...you don't feel it? MOBERLEY (laughing): It must be that rice pudding you had for lunch! (Winlett laughs, but Stevenson doesn't. He steps closer to Moberley.) STEVENSON: I'm not joking. ... It's alive. That's it. It's alive. MOBERLEY: Are you serious?! STEVENSON: Yes. WINLETT: How can you tell? STEVENSON: I don't know - but I'm certain that this is a living organism. (Moberley breaks the intense atmosphere.) MOBERLEY: ...Yes well I think we should have some coffee. WINLETT: Coffee and a game of three-handed crib. Come on! (He takes Stevenson around the shoulders and leads him off. Stevenson doesn't relax, and he turns back to look at the pod.) STEVENSON: I'll transmit pictures to London, they might have some idea. WINLETT: John, come on! 3, INT: WORLD ECOLOGY BUREAU - OFFICE (A man in a suit is getting a file from a cabinet. He is Richard Dunbar of the World Ecology Bureau.) DUNBAR: Sir Colin insists that I show you these photographs which have just been received from my expedition. (As the camera follows him, it shows that it is the Doctor whom Dunbar is talking to. He is sitting on Dunbar's desk and he seems more interested in his yo-yo than what Dunbar is saying.) DUNBAR: Personally, I don't think you can help us. DOCTOR: Don't you? Well... (Dunbar reluctantly hands him the file. Dunbar looks around uncomfortably.) DOCTOR: Do sit down, Mr. Dunbar. (Unable to sit in his own chair as the Doctor would be almost on top of him, he walks all the way around the far side of the desk and sits in the chair usually provided for the visitors.) DUNBAR: These pictures have baffled all the experts. The only reasonable explanation seems to be that the pod is from some extinct species of plant. (The Doctor spins around to face Dunbar, he sits in Dunbar's chair and there is a bang as he rests his boots on Dunbar's desk. He doesn't look up from the file.) DOCTOR: Have you considered an alternative explanation. DUNBAR: Name one. DOCTOR: Well...that it might have originated in outer space. DUNBAR (amused): My dear Doctor, if you've seen anything like that before, you must have a very powerful telescope. DOCTOR (unimpressed): Mr. Dunbar, how long is it since there was vegetation in Antarctica? DUNBAR: I thought you were the expert in these matters. Well as a matter of fact, that's one of the things our expedition is trying to discover. It was found fairly deep in the permafrost; say...20-30 thousand years under the ice... DOCTOR: Ssh. It might still be ticking. DUNBAR: What? (The Doctor suddenly seems interested and he stands up abruptly, walking around the desk.) DOCTOR: A bmb, Mr. Dunbar, a bmb. Are you in contact with the expedition? DUNBAR: My superior, Sir Colin Thackeray has a daily video link. Ten minutes of satellite time. DOCTOR: Good. Tell them to keep a constant guard upon the pod, and not to touch it until I arrive. DUNBAR: You're leaving immediately? DOCTOR: Why not? I've got my toothbrush. (He turns around and for some reason has a toothbrush in his hand. He starts to leave but ducks back in for a few more words.) DOCTOR: Remember, no touch pod - could be dangerous. (He shuts the door. Dunbar stares incredulously after him for a while, then turns to his desk and picks up a phone.) DUNBAR: Sir Colin? Dunbar here. That chap you called in from UNIT - is he quite sane?! 4, INT: RESEARCH STATION - LABORATORY (Stevenson measures the pod with a pair of pincers. He looks worried about the measurement and mutters to himself. He gets up and goes to the door.) STEVENSON: Charles? WINLETT (oov): Yes? STEVENSON: Here a minute. (Winlett enters and they walk over to the table to look at the pod.) WINLETT: What's up? STEVENSON: It's growing. WINLETT: Eh? STEVENSON: It's grown five centimetres since this morning. WINLETT: Are you sure? STEVENSON: Check it yourself if you don't believe me. WINLETT: But it doesn't seem possible. STEVENSON: I knew there was still life there - I said so didn't I? WINLETT: But it's just a pod, I mean...no root system. How can it grow without feeding? STEVENSON: Sunlight, Charles - ultra-violet radiation. WINLETT: But plants need nitrogen. STEVENSON: I believe this is fundamentally different. ... We may be cultivating something that is going to...shatter all our ideas about plant growth. WINLETT: Yes, well er...don't get carried away John. (He gets up and starts to leave.) WINLETT: Remember what London said. STEVENSON: What do you mean? WINLETT: That we leave this thing alone. (Stevenson looks annoyed and walks over to Winlett.) STEVENSON: Until this Doctor character arrives, why should we? It's our pod. WINLETT: John, we're working for the World Ecology Bureau. STEVENSON: Oh he's probably some old crank that Thackeray's dug up out of retirement! He'd have no more idea about the pod than we have. WINLETT: We'll soon find out, he's due in tomorrow. STEVENSON: And who needs him. It's our discovery. The less said about it the better. 5, INT: CHASE ESTATE - NURSERY (There is a sht of a large mansion. Inside, a butler, Hargreaves, is showing a man into a nursery. The man is Dunbar. He carries a suitcase. They approach the main part of the nursery, where a small man in a suit can be seen with his back to them. Hargreaves announces Dunbar.) HARGREAVES: Mr. Dunbar, of the World Ecology Bureau, sir. (Hargreaves leaves. Dunbar waits for the man to turn around. Harrison Chase, owner of the mansion, is a small eccentric man wearing a black suit and black gloves. Finally deciding to notice Dunbar, he walks towards him.) CHASE: I don't think I've had the pleasure. And what is your bureau doing about bonsai? DUNBAR: Bonsai, Mr. Chase? CHASE: Mutilation and trture, Mr. Dunbar. The hideous, grotesque Japanese practice of miniaturizing shrubs and trees. What is your bureau doing about that? DUNBAR: Well...I... CHASE: No answer. You are concerned about the fate of the blue whale, and the natterjack toad - and the loveliest, most defenceless part of creation; the great kingdom of plant life receives no protection at all. DUNBAR: We try to conserve all the endangered species. CHASE: I'm delighted to hear that, Mr. Dunbar. Of course you know of my concern...my mission: to protect the plant life of Mother Earth? DUNBAR: I do, Mr. Chase - which is why I've come to show you something. A totally new kind of plant. (Dunbar opens his suitcase and retrieves some photographs.) CHASE (angry): Hybrids! A crime against nature! DUNBAR: No, not a hybrid. It's a mysterious unidentified pod recently discovered by one of our expeditions. (He hands the suddenly interested Chase the photographs.) CHASE (excited): Where was this found? DUNBAR: There's a theory that it's floated through space from some other biosphere. The really important thing is, it may be still viable and able to germinate. CHASE: Mr. Dunbar. I asked you where this pod was found. DUNBAR: In the Antarctic. Now in our violent and uncertain world, Mr. Chase, anything could happen. Such a valuable specimen could easily disappear...for a price? CHASE: Where in the Antarctic? I should want to know the precise location. (Dunbar gets an envelope from his pocket and hands it to Chase. Chase walks over and picks up a column-shaped object, an intercom of some sort.) CHASE: Hargreaves? HARGREAVES (oov): Yes, sir? CHASE: You and Mr. Scorby please. HARGREAVES (oov): Certainly sir. (He puts down the intercom. He opens the envelope as Dunbar approaches behind him.) DUNBAR: X marks the spot. CHASE: Forethought and initiative, Mr. Dunbar, two excellent attributes. We shall meet again very soon to discuss your...remuneration. DUNBAR: You're very kind. (There is a knock on the door.) CHASE: Come. (Hargreaves enters with a tall, tough-looking man.) HARGREAVES: Yes, sir? CHASE: Hargreaves, show Mr. Dunbar out. HARGREAVES: This way, Mr. Dunbar. (They leave.) SCORBY: You wanted to see me, Mr. Chase? CHASE: Yes, Scorby. I'm sending you on a little errand, and I want you to take Mr. Keeler with you. 6, INT: RESEARCH STATION - LABORATORY (The pod sits in its place on the table. Winlett wakes up from a doze. He sips his coffee and puts the cup back down, resting his arm near the pod. He looks at it for a while, then slowly drops back to sleep. Suddenly the pod starts to crackle and it opens outwards. A long weed-like vine grows out from the pod and attaches itself to Winlett's arm! Winlett wakes up and is terrified. He struggles away from the table, seemingly in great pain, staggering and falling onto the ground.) WINLETT: Aaah...Derek...! 7, INT: RESEARCH STATION - LIVING QUARTERS (Stevenson hears the scream and jumps off his bunk.) STEVENSON: Was that Charles? MOBERLEY: What? What's happening? (They both hurry out to find Winlett.) 8, INT: RESEARCH STATION - LABORATORY (They find Winlett on the ground.) STEVENSON: Charles? (Stevenson rolls Winlett over onto his back, and alarmingly Winlett's face is now green and his skin is completely rough! His unconscious eyes stare out into nothingness.) 9, INT: WORLD ECOLOGY BUREAU - OFFICE (In the near future, Sir Colin Thackeray talks to Dunbar.) THACKERAY: This Telex from Stevenson, what do you make of it? (Dunbar picks up the piece of paper and reads it.) DUNBAR: 'Pod carries infection, Winlett seriously ill, Medicaid needed urgently.' Could have been more informative, Sir Colin. THACKERAY: He probably doesn't know any more. I have ordered Medical Team to go to the base, but I understand the weather conditions are bad. It's bound to take at least a day or two. DUNBAR: The people from UNIT should be arriving now, perhaps they can help. 10, EXT: RESEARCH STATION (A helicopter begins to land near the base. A short time later, with heavy snow falling, Moberley comes out to greet the Doctor and Sarah. Moberley and Sarah are dressed heavily, while the Doctor has not changed his attire at all. Everyone has to shout over the wind and the noise of the helicopter.) MOBERLEY: Hello! So you made it! Welcome to the loneliest spot on Earth. You must be the Doctor. DOCTOR: Yes. MOBERLEY: We were expecting someone much older. DOCTOR: Well I'm only 749, used to be even younger! MOBERLEY: Derek Moberley. SARAH: Sarah Jane Smith. The young Doctor's assistant. DOCTOR: How many of you live here? MOBERLEY: Anything up to a dozen, but of course we're down to three at the moment. Let's get inside... SARAH: Yes. DOCTOR: Where are the others? MOBERLEY: Out at the South Bend (?) not 60 miles away, measuring the ice caps, if they're getting this kind of weather they're welcome to it! Come on. (Much to Sarah's relief, they finally make it inside.) 11, INT: RESEARCH STATION - CORRIDOR (Sarah removes a glove and puts her frozen finger in her mouth to warm it up.) SARAH: How do you stand it? MOBERLEY: Oh, sometimes it gets quite warm. 10 degrees below freezing. SARAH: Crikey, I feel as though I've got frostbite already! MOBERLEY: I'll get you something hot to drink in a tick. (He turns to the Doctor.) MOBERLEY: Er, are you okay dressed like that, you don't seem to notice the cold. DOCTOR: I haven't come ten thousand miles to discuss the weather, Mr. Moberley; can I see the sick man? MOBERLEY: Yes of course, down this way. 12, INT: RESEARCH STATION - SICK BAY (The now almost unrecognizable form of Winlett is lying on a bed. The Doctor and Stevenson stand nearby.) STEVENSON: He seems to be conscious, but he hasn't spoken a word since last night. DOCTOR: What's his body temperature? STEVENSON: Well that's the amazing thing. I've been trying to keep him warm but it's dropping hourly. DOCTOR: And the pulse rate? STEVENSON: His body temperature is 46; his pulse rate is 18 a minute. I'm no medical expert, but on those figures he should be dad, shouldn't he? DOCTOR: I wonder. (The Doctor pulls back the sheet to reveal Winlett's body; no longer does he have human skin, and instead he is fully covered in green plant-like skin.) STEVENSON: Good grief! It wasn't like that an hour ago. DOCTOR: Then it's accelerating. How long before a medical team arrives? STEVENSON: Well it's difficult to say in these conditions. Hopefully tomorrow. DOCTOR: I don't think that's going to be soon enough, Mr. Stevenson. 13, INT: RESEARCH STATION - LIVING QUARTERS (Moberley passes a cup of coffee to Sarah, who looks very cold.) MOBERLEY: There, that ought to warm you up. SARAH: Thanks. (She drinks some coffee.) MOBERLEY: Better? SARAH: Mm. So you say you just found this pod lying there empty. MOBERLEY: Yes, and Charles in that state. Now does that make any kind of sense to you? (An alarm goes off nearby.) MOBERLEY: Would you excuse me? Radio. SARAH: Oh sure. (He gets up.) 14, INT: RESEARCH STATION - SICK BAY STEVENSON: Have you any idea what it could be, Doctor? DOCTOR: Yes. That's why I came here. STEVENSON: I thought you came here to see the pod. DOCTOR: Exactly - before anything happened. Unfortunately it already has! Where's the lab? STEVENSON: I'll show you. (They leave.) 15, INT: RESEARCH STATION - LABORATORY (Moberley is on the radio.) MOBERLEY: Okay Mike, but try to get something moving, his condition is pretty desperate. Over. MIKE (radio): Understood. Out. (Stevenson and the Doctor walk in.) MOBERLEY: Bad news, John. That was Mike Wilson at South Bend. The medical team's turned back. STEVENSON: What about Charles? Did you tell them how bad he is? MOBERLEY: They were in white out conditions and their Snow Cat's fallen intro a crevasse. But Mike is in touch with the Royal Marine Survival Team - they might be able to help. They'll try again as soon as the weather lifts. STEVENSON: Well that'll be too late! He's dying! Isn't he Doctor? DOCTOR: No. STEVENSON: I thought you said in the sick bay... DOCTOR: It's more serious than death, Mr. Stevenson. He's changing form. STEVENSON: Changing form? DOCTOR: Yes. We need a blood test. MOBERLEY: I'm a zoologist - I could prepare a specimen slide if it'll help? DOCTOR: Yes it would help, thank you. MOBERLEY: Right. (He leaves. The Doctor has only one word for Stevenson. He leans in closer and stares at him.) DOCTOR: Pod. STEVENSON: It's over here. (They move over and Stevenson picks up the tray with the opened pod on it. The Doctor examines it.) DOCTOR (quietly, but furious): Why did it open? Why? STEVENSON: Well that...that could be my fault. It was frozen stiff when we took it out of the ice. I was certain there was still life there. I put in under a lamp and it started to expand. DOCTOR: Mr. Stevenson, what you have done could result in the total destruction of all life on this planet. (Stevenson stares back in disbelief.) 16, INT: RESEARCH STATION - SICK BAY (Moberley takes the blood sample from Winlett. He puts it down and looks at the monster his friend has become. His condition is even worse than before.) MOBERLEY: Charles? We're trying our best Charles. Help's on its way. (He gets up sadly and with one final look back, he leaves.) 17, EXT: ANTARCTICA (A pickaxe is digging in the ice. It is the Doctor, covered in snow. Sarah and Stevenson watch nearby.) SARAH: Doctor? Doctor, what are we looking for? DOCTOR: Are you sure this is the place, Stevenson? STEVENSON: Yes, and if you told us what you were doing, perhaps we could help. (The Doctor doesn't even bother to look up. He keeps digging until he finds something in the ice.) DOCTOR: Yes! Just as I thought! SARAH: Another pod! STEVENSON: How did you...Will there be any more? DOCTOR: No. They travel in pairs - like policeman. SARAH: What are we going to do with it - buy it a truncheon? DOCTOR: No. Take it into custody and keep it in the freezer. 18, INT: RESEARCH STATION - LABORATORY (Night time, Stevenson puts the pod into a big freezer.) STEVENSON: Well that ought to keep it cool. SARAH: Who sold you that, an Eskimo? STEVENSON: I know a freezer seems superfluous out here, but we do need it to keep snow sample in - until they're analysed. MOBERLEY (oov): Doctor? DOCTOR: Hmm? (Moberley is looking in a microscope.) MOBERLEY: Take a look at this blood sample. (The Doctor goes over to look.) DOCTOR: How's Winlett? MOBERLEY: Winlett. He's barely recognisable. It's as if he's turning into some sort of a hideous monster. DOCTOR: That's exactly what is happening, Moberley. MOBERLEY: Yes but there must be an answer. DOCTOR: You can just increase the magnification...ah...yes! Take a look at that. (Moberley looks.) MOBERLEY: These aren't blood platelets? DOCTOR (to Stevenson): Do you recognise them? (Stevenson looks. He is shocked by what he sees.) STEVENSON: Schizophytes. DOCTOR: Exactly. STEVENSON: I don't believe it. It's not possible. SARAH: Would someone mind explaining what these schizophytes are please? STEVENSON: The smallest known living organisms. Plant bacteria. SARAH: Plant bacteria, in someone's bloodstream? DOCTOR: Interesting, isn't it. A human being whose blood is turning into vegetable soup. SARAH: Listen... (They hear the sound of engines.) MOBERLEY: That's very low by the sound of it. STEVENSON: It's the medical aircraft. Quick Derek, get the landing strip (?) lights on. MOBERLEY: They won't see anything in this blizzard (?) (They go back into the living quarters, their voices hard to hear over the engine noise.) 19, INT: RESEARCH STATION - LIVING QUARTERS (Moberley and Stevenson are getting dressed to go outside.) SARAH: Should we come out and help you? MOBERLEY: No, John and I know our way around out there - it's easy to get lost. SARAH: Okay. MOBERLEY: You ready? STEVENSON: Ready. MOBERLEY: Right. (They leave.) SARAH: Will they be able to help that man? DOCTOR: I don't know Sarah. He's halfway towards becoming a Krynoid. SARAH: Krynoid? DOCTOR: Yes. A progression of the pod. SARAH: So you recognised it. DOCTOR: Yes, I was fairly certain when I saw the photographs. Now I'm sure. SARAH: Well, what is a Krynoid? I mean, what does it do? DOCTOR: I suppose you could call it a galactic weed. Except it's deadlier than any weed you know. SARAH: In what way? DOCTOR: Well on most planets, the animals eat the vegetation, hmm? SARAH: Mmhmm. DOCTOR: On planets where the Krynoid gets established, the vegetation eats the animals. SARAH: But that's terrifying! DOCTOR: Yes. SARAH: Well how did it get through space? DOCTOR: An obvious question - I wish I knew the answer. Possibly their planet of origin is turbulent from time to time, that any internal explsin could cause surface matter to go sh*ting into space... SARAH: So what do we do about Winlett? DOCTOR: I'm thinking Sarah, I'm thinking. 20, INT: RESEARCH STATION - CORRIDOR (From outside, Moberley and Stevenson help two other men into the shelter, directing them down to the living quarters. All four men are dressed heavily and covered in snow.) 21, INT: RESEARCH STATION - LIVING QUARTERS (Sarah goes to help; the two new men are shown to chairs. The Doctor doesn't bother to help.) MOBERLEY: ...into the chair. SARAH: ...let me take that. STEVENSON: Come on, sit yourselves down. SARAH: Come on, sit down over here. (The two men are not the medical team though; it is Scorby and Keeler - on their 'errand'.) STEVENSON: Get some brandy, Derek. MOBERLEY: Right. DOCTOR: Is this the medical team? STEVENSON: They were flying a private plane. MOBERLEY: They just got themselves lost. Brandy. (He hands the two men cups. They thank him and drink it.) KEELER: Sorry to be such a nuisance. SCORBY: Yeah, we were nearly out of fuel when we saw your lights. SARAH: You were very lucky; lights are few and far between out here. DOCTOR: I'd like to take another look at the patient. STEVENSON: What, now? DOCTOR: Now. Yes come on. STEVENSON: You just relax and __? SCORBY: Alright, thanks. (The Doctor, Sarah, Moberley and Stevenson leave.) KEELER: Do you think they swallowed it? If they start asking too many questions... SCORBY: Why worry, Keeler? What can they do? 22, INT: RESEARCH STATION - SICK BAY (The four arrive in the sick bay to find Winlett totally transformed; a big green pile in only a vague human shape.) SARAH: That's horrible. Horrible! DOCTOR: The process is almost complete. MOBERLEY: And we can do nothing except just watch it happen. DOCTOR: There is something you can do but it's drastic. STEVENSON: Well, what? DOCTOR: Amputate the arm. MOBERLEY: What good what that do? Can't you see the infection's all over his body? DOCTOR: Yes well the arm's the source of the infection - it might stop it spreading. MOBERLEY: You say might, what you mean is you don't know! DOCTOR: Well of course I don't know! But it would give you a breathing space while you try and find an antidote - that's a chance worth taking isn't it? MOBERLEY: And who's going to perform this operation? DOCTOR: Oh you are, Moberley, you're the only one who can. MOBERLEY (horrified): But I'm not a surgeon...What about you, you're a doctor! DOCTOR: You must help yourselves. SARAH: He's not a doctor of medicine. Stevenson's a botanist, you're a zoologist. Ask yourself who is most qualified among us. MOBERLEY: But, I can't operate on Winlett - it's absurd! SARAH: Oh at least you could try. You studied physiology, you know how to handle a scalpel... MOBERLEY: To dissect dad specimens, yes, but Charles is a human being. SARAH: He won't be much longer if you don't operate! (to Stevenson) Look, have you got a medical kit? STEVENSON: We have a full medical kit in the lab. SARAH (to Moberley): Well? Well what about it? You're his last chance! STEVENSON: Derek, we'll help you in every way we can. (Moberley is clearly horrified at what they are asking him to do. There is a long silence while he decides.) MOBERLEY: I'll...do my best. DOCTOR: You're a good man, Moberley. Come on, let's get started. SARAH: Right. (They leave. After they have all gone, the being that was once Winlett slowly sits up. It looks around the room - only one of its eyes can be seen clearly.) 23, INT: RESEARCH STATION - LABORATORY (Some solutions and medical instruments have been prepared. Moberley picks up the tray with the equipment on it.) MOBERLEY: I'll take these down to the sick bay and start setting up. DOCTOR: You'll need more lights in there. STEVENSON: I can fix that. DOCTOR: Winlett's still got a chance. 24, INT: RESEARCH STATION - CORRIDOR (Moberley walks down the corridor heading for the sick bay. He sees something and stops.) MOBERLEY: Charles. (The creature is in the shadows, leaning against the wall. It makes a sort of screeching sound. Moberley puts down the equipment and walks towards his old friend. But the creature grabs him around the neck with tremendous power and throttles Moberley to the ground...)	{"type": "series", "show": "Doctor Who", "episode": "13x21 - The Seeds of Doom - part 1"}	foreverdreaming
THE SEEDS OF DOOM BY ROBERT BANKS STEWART PART TWO Original Air Date: 5 March, 1976 5:30pm - 5:55pm SCORBY: You'd think butter wouldn't melt in her mouth. Keep watch. KEELER: What're you doing, Scorby? SCORBY: I don't like gn in the wrong hands. KEELER: There's no need for that. They're not going to try and sht us. SCORBY: I'd rather not give them the chance. I said keep watch. KEELER: I wish you'd stop behaving like some cheap gangster. All we've come here for is to confirm that this pod is something unusual, that's all. SCORBY: You don't think we're going to fly back empty-handed, do you? KEELER: But, we can't. Scorby! We'd never get away with it. SCORBY: Are you a betting man, Keeler? KEELER: Now just a minute. This is the first you've said. I want to know exactly what it is you're planning. SCORBY: All right, Keeler. Tomorrow, we did a nice big hole in the snow. Big enough for, say, five bodies. We fill it up, we take the pod, we fly home. No witnesses, nothing. Just another lost expedition. KEELER: You're mad. You're mad. You're mad. I'm not doing that. Oh, no. SCORBY: You'll do it, Keeler. You'll do exactly as you're told. Otherwise we'll just make the hole a little bigger. DOCTOR: Ready, Stevenson. STEVENSON: I'm sure SARAH: I think Moberley's dad. STEVENSON: What? SARAH: This way. STEVENSON: Did you see his face? Where's he gone? DOCTOR: He left after klling Moberley. STEVENSON: I don't believe it. You mean to say Charles did that? DOCTOR: Not Charles, the alien. STEVENSON: Alien? DOCTOR: Not of this world, Stevenson. I told you he was changing form. Already his mind's been taken over. Very soon his entire body will alter. SARAH: Into a Krynoid. DOCTOR: Yes. There'll be a transition period, a grotesque parody of the human form. By now, Winlett himself no longer exists and we must destroy what he's become. KEELER: Scorby, someone's coming. SARAH: You okay? SCORBY: Yeah, a lot better, thanks. What's the trouble? STEVENSON: We're going out. SCORBY: You're joking. In this weather? STEVENSON: Yes, Mister Scorby, in this weather. DOCTOR: Come on, Stevenson. We don't have much time. STEVENSON: Ready, Doctor. DOCTOR: I hope that's the answer. Stay warm. KEELER: What the devil's going on? SCORBY: What do you think I am, a mind reader? Anyway, come on. Now's our chance. KEELER: What do you mean? What do you mean? What do you mean? Do what? SCORBY: To find the pod. DUNBAR: I tell you something has happened out there. We've had a telex message saying an infection has broken out. CHASE: Infection? What sort of infection? DUNBAR: Apparently a virus conveyed by the pod. Now, if you get that pod, you'll probably have to take precautions. CHASE: If? There's no question of if. I have sent my most efficient man. DUNBAR: To Antarctica? CHASE: Yes. It will be easier to acquire the pod there rather than wait for its arrival in England and the resultant publicity. By that time it will be better protected than the Crown Jewels. DUNBAR: You're going well outside the law, Mister Chase. CHASE: I understand policemen are few and far between in the Antarctic. DUNBAR: Look, if there are any repercussions, have I your word you'll preserve my anonymity. CHASE: Don't worry, I always take care of my employees. It wouldn't do if a public servant of your standing were found betraying trust and selling secrets, would it. DUNBAR: No. On the other hand, I took up a career hoping to reach the top, but I've seen time-serving nonentities promoted over my head. CHASE: Yes, it must be most galling. The only alternative is to seek other forms of reward, which you have most sensibly done. I think you will find this is the amount we agreed for your, er, help. DUNBAR: Yes, it's most generous. CHASE: A fair exchange, Dunbar. You want money, and I want that pod. DOCTOR: What's that down there? STEVENSON: It's our generator plant. SARAH: Why so far from base? STEVENSON: Safety measure. It's a new fuel cell system being tested out here for the first time. DOCTOR: Let's take a look. SCORBY: You're supposed to be the botanist. Where would you keep this pod? KEELER: I don't know. I suppose it must be here somewhere. Careful, that valuable. SCORBY: So what? There'll be nobody left to use it after we're finished. RADIO (OOV.): This is South Bend calling Camp Five. Come in, Camp Five. Over. KEELER: Scorby, what do we do? RADIO (OOV.): This is South Bend calling Camp Five. Come in, Camp Five. Over. SCORBY: Camp Five receiving you. Over. RADIO (OOV.): Is that you, Derek? SCORBY: Er, yes. Come in, South Bend. RADIO (OOV.): The weather's clearing this end. The marines'll get the medic through as soon as possible. SCORBY: Have they left yet? RADIO (OOV.): They're leaving right now. SCORBY: Look, cancel them, will you? We don't need them any more. Everything's under control here. RADIO (OOV.): Hello? Is that you, Derek? Hello? Hello, Derek, is that you? Derek? DOCTOR: It left the place in a blizzard. It'll try to find shelter somewhere. STEVENSON: I don't think this has been disturbed. DOCTOR: It's as well to make sure. KEELER: Hey, Scorby, I think I've found it. Look. KEELER: Now, that's the pod in Dunbar's photograph, but SCORBY: Somebody's cut it open. KEELER: No, no, no, no, no. No, this wasn't cut. This must have germinated. SCORBY: What do you mean, germinated? KEELER: I mean that this pod has opened as part of its natural cycle to release a sht or something. SCORBY: Yeah, but its the actual plant that Chase wants, right? KEELER: Right. SCORBY: Well, we'd better find it, then, hadn't we, and quick. STEVENSON: No, I'm afraid Winlett must have collapsed somewhere. DOCTOR: Don't you ever listen, Stevenson? Winlett, Winlett, Winlett. Winlett as a man no longer exists. SARAH: All right then, he's a plant or a vegetable or whatever he is now. He's going to have even less resistance to cold, isn't he? STEVENSON: You know, I find this very hard to take. You're telling me that these things are inimicable to the whole of animal creation? DOCTOR: Inimicable? They're lethal. STEVENSON: How do you know? DOCTOR: Never mind how I know, Stevenson, just take it from me. On any planet where the Krynoid gets established, all animal life is extinguished. SARAH: There's no danger now, is there? I mean, we've got the second pod in the freezer, and Winlett DOCTOR: Winlett? SARAH: The Krynoid is very likely frozen stiff under the snow somewhere. DOCTOR: I hope you're right. SARAH: So do I. KEELER: Good grief! Look at that mark, Scorby. What could have caused that? That's the man who SCORBY: Yeah, I know. STEVENSON: I'll be with you in a moment. I want to check something. SCORBY (OOV.): In here, Doctor! DOCTOR: Whatever you do, don't touch him. Don't touch him. SCORBY: Get your hands up. Turn around, Doctor. SCORBY: Facing this way. DOCTOR: Have we annoyed you or something? SCORBY: Shut up. Okay, start talking. DOCTOR: Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart had perfect pitch. SCORBY: What happened to him? DOCTOR: Who, Wolfgang Amadeus? Oh, him. Oh, he died. KEELER: How? SCORBY: We gathered that. DOCTOR: It happened because of a pod. KEELER: The pod? SCORBY: Look, Doctor, there's already one corpse in here. I can easily double that number. SARAH: Look, he's telling you the SCORBY: Stay where you are. DOCTOR: There's been an accident. One of the men was infected. KEELER: By the pod? SARAH: He went mad. DOCTOR: Yes, you could say he's not quite himself. SCORBY: Where is he now? SARAH: We don't know. Somewhere out there. KEELER: Oh, you mean you have a homicidal maniac on the loose? DOCTOR: Oh, much more dangerous than that, and he's desperate for food and warmth. There's only one place he can find food and warmth. SCORBY: You mean this camp. DOCTOR: It's a comforting thought, isn't it. I think we should lock all the doors and windows. KEELER: What are we going to do, Scorby? SCORBY: Easy. I think it's time we got some real answers. But not in here. Why don't we make ourselves a little more comfortable? Come on, move. SCORBY: Okay, that'll do. Watch the door. Now then, Doctor, let's have the truth. Where's the plant that came out of the pod? DOCTOR: That grew in the bed that was part of the garden close to the house that Jack SARAH: Jack built. SCORBY: I'm not a patient man, Doctor. DOCTOR: Well, your candour does you credit. However, you're too late. SCORBY: What do you mean? DOCTOR: Odd things have been happening. Odd and dangerous. I don't thing you'd understand. SCORBY: Try me. DOCTOR: All right. At its simplest, the man who went mad is no longer a man in any sense you'd recognise. KEELER: Well, if he's not a man, what is he? DOCTOR: An alien lifeform. SCORBY: I said I wanted some straight answers, Doctor. STEVENSON (OOV.): Doctor? KEELER: Scorby! Somebody's coming. STEVENSON (OOV.): Doctor? Miss Smith? Where are you? SCORBY: In here. SCORBY: Come and join the party. STEVENSON: Drop that gn. I said, drop that gn! SCORBY: Not very friendly, are we. STEVENSON: What's happening? DOCTOR: For some reason, these two want to get their hands on the pod. STEVENSON: (quietly) The pod's still safe? They haven't taken it out SCORBY: What did you say? Taken it out? Taken it out of where? KEELER: They've got a second pod. SCORBY: Then we're not going back empty handed, are we? Where is it? DOCTOR: Oh, don't be a bigger fool than you already are. Don't you understand anything? It's dangerous. SCORBY: I asked you a question, Doctor. Where is the pod? SCORBY: Where is it? Stubborn pair, aren't you. SCORBY: This time I'm not joking. DOCTOR: It's in the freezer. SCORBY: That's better. You show me. SCORBY: Okay, watch these two. KEELER: No, no, no, I don't want it. SCORBY: I said, watch them! SCORBY: Come on, move. DOCTOR: Don't worry, you're all right with us. We won't hurt you. SCORBY: Bring it here. Are there any more? STEVENSON: No, this is unique now. Priceless, as you are no doubt aware. SCORBY: So what's to stop this breaking open like the other one? STEVENSON: It's quite safe at this temperature. SCORBY: Well, it's going on a little journey. You must have something here to keep it cool. STEVENSON: We have thermal containers. SCORBY: Get one. There's something I don't quite understand. Where does the power come from to keep this place going? STEVENSON: We have a new fuel cell system half a mile from here. SCORBY: This alien creature could be hiding there. STEVENSON: No, we checked that an hour ago. DOCTOR: I'd give your arm a rest, if I were you. SARAH: Yes, we're not likely to run away. DOCTOR: You don't like volence, do you, Keeler? Not like your friend. What are you, a scientist? Botanist, perhaps. Is that it? Were you sent here to identify the pod? Surely you understand the implications of what I'm saying? KEELER: We know what we're doing. DOCTOR: I wish I could believe you. KEELER: Shut up, shut up! SARAH: You remember what happened to Winlett. Well, things are getting out of control and you don't know how to handle it. If you release us, then we can fight it together. KEELER: Oh, for God's sake let's get out of here quickly before that monster thing comes back. SCORBY: Stop panicking. Tie him up. Tim him up. KEELER: Rope. Excuse me. SCORBY: You can say your goodbyes now, Doctor. KEELER: You're not going to sh*t them in cold blood? SCORBY: Why not? No, I've got a better idea. Come here, miss. DOCTOR: Where are you taking her? SCORBY: Sit down! Come on, move. DOCTOR: Scorby! Scorby! Scorby! SCORBY: Take us to the power plant. SARAH: I don't know what you mean. SCORBY: Come on, don't try to be funny. You checked it an hour ago. Now, come on, move. STEVENSON: It's hopeless. DOCTOR: Nothing's hopeless. All we have to do is think. KEELER: What's that thing, Scorby? SCORBY: This power system provides energy for the whole camp. There are wires running from here to every building. So we don't need to dig a hole after all. We just obliterate them. A real fireworks display. SARAH: That's mrder. Cold-blooded mrder. DOCTOR: Come on, quick, get over here. And keep still. I don't want to sever a blood vessel. Okay? STEVENSON: Right. KEELER: It is, it's mrder. It is cold-blooded mrder! SCORBY: Look, you do exactly as you're told or you go up with it, Arnold. SARAH: He doesn't have to kll us. You've got the pod. SCORBY: There, that should do it. That bmb will set off a fault in the system that'll blow the whole camp to smithereens, leaving no trace whatsoever. It's ingenious, don't you think? KEELER: No! No! I can't let you do it. SCORBY: It's too lake, Keeler. I've started the countdown. Now, let's get out. SCORBY: You shouldn't have long to wait. Ten minutes at the outside. DOCTOR: Contact the main base on the radio. STEVENSON: Right. DOCTOR: See if they can intercept that aeroplane. STEVENSON: What about the Krynoid? DOCTOR: We'll just have to take a chance on that. DOCTOR: Sarah! STEVENSON: Hello, main base. Hello, main base. Can you hear me? Over. SARAH: Doctor! Quick, quick. DOCTOR: What's the hurry? SARAH: There's a time bmb over there. We've only got seconds. Where's Stevenson? DOCTOR: I'll have to try and warn him. DOCTOR: There.	{"type": "series", "show": "Doctor Who", "episode": "13x22 - The Seeds of Doom - part 2"}	foreverdreaming
THE SEEDS OF DOOM BY ROBERT BANKS STEWART PART THREE Original Air Date: 12 March, 1976 6:55pm - 7:20pm CHESTER: Come on. CHESTER: Are you all right? Look, we're from South Bend. These marines got me through. We heard the explsin. What happened? SARAH: The Doctor. Where's the Doctor? CHESTER: It's all right, I'm a doctor. Doctor Chester. Look, we're going to take care of you. Don't worry. SARAH: No, no, you don't understand. He's trying to reach the camp. We've got to find him. Doctor! CHESTER: Look, hang about. Take it easy. SARAH: Doctor! SARAH: Doctor! SARAH: Help me! SARAH: He's alive. DOCTOR: Good morning. SCORBY: Must be in the greenhouse. Mister Chase? Mission accomplished. CHASE: Well? Open it. CHASE: Astounding. I can scarcely believe it. SCORBY: I wouldn't touch it. CHASE: Why not? SCORBY: Well, there was this other pod, and one of the expedition apparently got infected by it. CHASE: Yes, so I heard. What happened exactly? KEELER: It was all very strange. He went mad and klled somebody. SCORBY: Yeah, they told us the pod took him over in some way. CHASE: Oh. What became of this other pod? SCORBY: It was destroyed. We had to blow the whole place to smithereens plus everyone in it. CHASE: What a pity. I could have had two pods. CHASE: Come. HARGREAVES: Mister Dunbar, sir. CHASE: Ah, come in, Dunbar. It's all right. These are the two men who brought back the pod. CHASE: They know of your contribution to the enterprise. DUNBAR: I had no idea you'd go to such terrible lengths to get it. CHASE: The destruction of the others was necessary. DUNBAR: Necessary? CHASE: There it is. Look at it. Like me, I imagine you couldn't wait to see it with your own eyes. DUNBAR: Unlike you, I can hardly bear to look at it, considering the cost. CHASE: Since you mention cost, Dunbar, you've already been well paid for your part, so keep a stiff upper lip, forget your qualms. The object has been achieved. We can all relax. DUNBAR: Not quite. CHASE: No? DUNBAR: They weren't all wiped out. That's what I came to warn you about. The Doctor and his assistant are still alive. SCORBY: That's not possible. DUNBAR: The Doctor's meeting Sir Colin and me in two hours time. THACKERAY: But why should people go to such lengths to get their hands on the pod? DOCTOR: Greed. Greed. The most dangerous impulse in the universe. Do you realise that on this planet the pod is unique? I use the word with precision. Unique. And to some people, its uniqueness makes it valuable at any cost. DUNBAR: You make these two mystery men sound like fanatics. DOCTOR: Fanatics? Tell him. You tell him. You tell him! SARAH: These two mystery men had everything planned. They had an aeroplane, gn, even a bmb. It was organised down to the last detail. Now, if that isn't fanaticism, well, what is? DUNBAR: Surely you're exaggerating. SARAH: Exaggerate? Now look, I was there. We were nearly klled! DOCTOR: Be calm. Be calm. Listen, both of you. Are you both listening to me? I think they were dangerous, but they were stooges. I believe they were working for someone else. SARAH: And if that's true, that someone else must be a complete madman. DOCTOR: What's more to the point is how they knew of the pod's existence. The discovery had been reported only to your department, correct? THACKERAY: That's correct. But Doctor, I trust you're not suggesting that information was leaked from this bureau? DOCTOR: Why not? Why shouldn't it be? DUNBAR: Doctor, how can you suggest such a thing? THACKERAY: In any case, what would be the gain? DOCTOR: Oh, money. DUNBAR: Money? DOCTOR: Yes, money. Hired thieves and mrder don't usually work for love. DUNBAR: Since you seem to have it all sewn up, Doctor, perhaps you can tell us where the pod is now? DOCTOR: I'll make a guess. Right here, in this country. Action! Action, that's what we need. If we don't find that pod before it germinates, it'll be the end of everything. Everything, you understand? Even your pension! THACKERAY: Very well, Doctor. You've made your point. All the facilities of this bureau will be placed at your disposal. DOCTOR: Thank you. THACKERAY: All right, Dunbar? DUNBAR: I'll organise anything you require, Doctor. DOCTOR: Good. Then organise us to the Botanic Institute, now. CHAUFFEUR: Doctor? DOCTOR: Yes. CHAUFFEUR: This car was ordered for you, sir. DOCTOR: Good. Let's go. DUNBAR: It's all right, Mister Chase. They're being taken care of. But I must warn you about that pod. DOCTOR: What's going on? Where are we? CHAUFFEUR: We're in a nice deserted place, Doctor. DOCTOR: Who do you work for? CHAUFFEUR: Both of you, out. This side. DOCTOR: Now just a minute. DOCTOR: Sarah, come on. DOCTOR: Come on. SARAH: Hey, down here. Down here, cloth-eyes. Are you blind? DOCTOR: You try the boot. SARAH: Right, give us the key. SARAH: Hey, Doctor. DOCTOR: Yes? SARAH: Here. DOCTOR: What? SARAH: Look. DOCTOR: Amelia Ducat. SARAH: That's interesting. DOCTOR: Is it? Why? SARAH: Well, Amelia Ducat (French pronunciation) is only one of the world's leading flower artists. AMELIA: Oh, yes, a perfect example. Fritillaria meleagris. DOCTOR: Is that the common snakes-head fritillary? AMELIA: And why are you asking me? DOCTOR: No, I mean did you paint it, Miss Ducat. (pronounced Duket.) AMELIA: The name is Ducat (Du-cah) actually. Yes, of course I painted it. I camped out on the Chilterns night after night to catch it at sunrise. DOCTOR: We're trying to trace the owner. AMELIA: Isn't it yours? DOCTOR: No. We found it in a car boot. AMELIA: A car boot? DOCTOR: A Daimler car boot. AMELIA: The car is immaterial. SARAH: The driver wasn't. He tried to kll us. DOCTOR: Can you remember who bought this particular painting? AMELIA: Well, nobody. I haven't finished it yet. SARAH: No, hang about, not that one. This one, Miss Ducat. DOCTOR: Common snakes-head fritillary. AMELIA: Oh, that one. Oh, dear me. It was a long time ago. Now what was his name? Something like face? Mace? Lace? SARAH: Pace? DOCTOR: Base? AMELIA: That's right. Chase! Of course. Harrison Chase the millionaire. Good lord. He never paid me! KEELER: No, the x-rays don't show any signs of activity, so CHASE: We mustn't give up, Keeler. I'm certain we're on the verge of a breakthrough. KEELER: Yes, but if we. (sighs) Mister Chase, please listen. Something weird happened in Antarctica. A man came into contact with the other pod, and according to the Doctor, he turned into an alien. Now I don't know what he meant exactly, but I believe it did happen, so please let's stop this experiment now. CHASE: No, Keeler. Dunbar's explained everything to me. Provided we take the proper precautions, there is no danger. Now, inject the pod with fixed nitrogen. KEELER: Special Projects lab. Yes. Yes, he's here. Urgent call from Dunbar. Your chauffeur's in hospital. SARAH: I hope this works. DOCTOR: It's worth the risk to find that pod. DOCTOR: How do I look? DOCTOR: So far, so good. SARAH: Leave the car here? DOCTOR: Yes. SARAH: We're here. DOCTOR: What's the best way in, do you think? SARAH: The front. DOCTOR: Not this time. SARAH: The back? DOCTOR: The back. Quick, hide. DOCTOR: Let's brazen it out. GUARD: Hey, you! Halt, or I'll fre! DOCTOR: Just act natural. SARAH: I am. SARAH: Act natural, he says. SCORBY: Hold it. DOCTOR: Get our hands up. SCORBY: Hello, Doctor. How nice of you to come. Over here! I've got them! DOCTOR: That's right, grab us. We're very dangerous. SCORBY: You're full of good ideas, Doctor. SCORBY: Some visitors, Mister Chase. CHASE: So, the meddling Doctor. You lead a charmed life. You arrive without a chauffeur, not even a touch of frostbite. DOCTOR: How do you do. Have you met Miss Smith? She's my best friend. CHASE: Is she? And still beautifully intact, I see. SARAH: I try my best, under the circumstances. DOCTOR: And this is Mister Scorby. I don't know his first name. And these two gentlemen CHASE: Yes, thank you, Doctor, we are acquainted. DOCTOR: How nice. Hand over the pod. CHASE: After all the inconvenience I've been put to? Oh no, Doctor. Perhaps you didn't know, but in this house is assembled the greatest collection of rare plants in the world. When the pod flowers, I shall achieve the crowning glory of my life's work. DOCTOR: Take care. I notice a little greenfly here and there. CHASE: Your envy is understandable, Doctor. However, as I propose to have you both excuted SARAH: Why? We haven't harmed you. DOCTOR: Be reasonable, Sarah. What choice has he got? We keep interfering. CHASE: Exactly, Doctor. However, before you die you will be granted a unique privilege. The last things you will ever see will be my beautiful plants. Please come this way. SARAH: (quietly) Look, what are you playing SCORBY: Come on, on your way. CHASE (OOV.): And the west wing was completed by Sir Bothwell Chase just before his execution in 1587. CHASE: This plant laboratory is unique, Doctor. It makes the Botanical Institute look like a potting shed. DOCTOR: Are we near the end? I do so hate guided tours. CHASE: Here we treat our green friends as patients. If they're puny, we build them up. If they're sick, we give them succour. SARAH: I've heard of flower power, but that is ridiculous. CHASE: You've heard of the theory that irregular light patterns can affect the senses of so-called mindless things? DOCTOR: Oh yes, like Scorby here. SCORBY: Enjoy yourself while you can, Doctor. DOCTOR: Where's Keeler? CHASE: He's engaged in important and isolated research. DOCTOR: On the pod? CHASE: What else? HARGREAVES: Your coffee, sir. Two lumps, isn't it? KEELER: It's happening. HARGREAVES: What is? KEELER: There's a flokers path forming on the pericarp. HARGREAVES: There's a what, sir? KEELER: It's alive! It's growing! Go and fetch Mister Chase. Tell him it's urgent. HARGREAVES: Hurry up, Hargreaves! SCORBY: All right, that's enough. GUARD: Come on, move. SCORBY: Okay, hold it there. CHASE: The hymn of the plants. I composed it myself. People say that you should talk to plants. I believe that. Just as I believe they also like music. SARAH: Got to get out of here. DOCTOR: (mutters) SARAH: What? DOCTOR: I said, the music's terrible! SCORBY: Shut up. CHASE: Now I shall play you my requiem. My Floriana Requiem, dedicated to Linnaeus. CHASE: You know, Doctor, I could play all day in my green cathedral. HARGREAVES: Mister Chase. DOCTOR: Oh, go away. Can't you see Mister Chase is busy? HARGREAVES: It's Mister Keeler. Something's happening to that pod! CHASE: Why are you shouting, Hargreaves? HARGREAVES: Would you go to the annex, please? CHASE: Yes, right. Take these people away. I imagine they won't mind a few minutes delay before they die. SCORBY: All right, move. CHASE: What is it? KEELER: I thought you should see this. CHASE: Have you injected fixed nitrogen? KEELER: Fifteen grams. Careful. I shouldn't get too close. CHASE: There can't be any danger yet. KEELER: Don't forget it's alien. CHASE: More nitrogen. KEELER: No, I don't think that would be wise, Mister Chase. CHASE: I make the decisions. Inject another fifteen grams. DOCTOR: Where are you taking us, Scorby? SCORBY: I shouldn't worry, Doctor. It's strictly a one way journey. SARAH: Now, Doctor! DOCTOR: Come along, Sarah. SARAH: But DOCTOR: We've got to warn Sir Colin. SARAH: Right. Let's get out and phone him. DOCTOR: Got a two P piece? SARAH: Yeah. DOCTOR: Good. You're going to phone him. I must get another look at that pod. Let's get you over the wall first. SCORBY: Guards! SCORBY: They got away. We've got to find them. You two that way. SCORBY (OOV.): You men there cover sector nine! SCORBY: Spread out, you idiots. DOCTOR: Come on. SARAH: Listen, you be careful of Chase. If he catches you. DOCTOR: Shush. CHASE: Remarkable. It almost grows before my eyes. Where's your enthusiasm, Keeler? Don't you realise we face a moment of history? GUARD: One word out of you and you're a dad little girl, understand? So near yet so far. GUARD: You didn't think you'd get away with it, did you? Come on. GUARD: Found her in the woods. She must have got over the wall. SCORBY: And the other one? GUARD: No sign of him. SCORBY: Where's the Doctor? Mister Chase isn't going to be very pleased with you. Come on. Keep looking! KEELER: It's like waiting for a time bmb to explode. CHASE: What's been happening? I thought you had them both safely locked up. SCORBY: They got away somehow. The Doctor's still free but he won't get far. CHASE: Oh, so that's what all that noise was about. Where is he? SARAH: I don't know. And if I did, I wouldn't tell you. CHASE: What a very uncooperative young lady. However, I've just had an idea. You can help me with my experiment. Remove her coat. Sit down. Miss Smith will be our subject, like so. SARAH: No! CHASE: Fetch some clamps, Keeler. KEELER: You can't! It's inhuman! CHASE: I don't care. I must know what happens when a Krynoid touches human flesh.	{"type": "series", "show": "Doctor Who", "episode": "13x23 - The Seeds of Doom - part 3"}	foreverdreaming
THE SEEDS OF DOOM BY ROBERT BANKS STEWART PART FOUR Original Air Date: 19 March, 1976 6:45pm - 7:10pm CHASE: What do you do for an encore, Doctor? DOCTOR: I win. CHASE: Open this door! Guards! Guards! CHASE: Why am I surrounded by idiots! Guards! KEELER: Argh! My arm! My arm! CHASE: Keeler! It's happened. GUARD: What's up? SCORBY: The Doctor and the girl. Come on! DOCTOR: Get in there and hide. I'll be as quick as I can. SARAH: You can't tackle them single-handed. DOCTOR: Oh no, I've got a pstol. SARAH: But you'd never use it. DOCTOR: True, but they don't know that, do they. CHASE: Amazing. KEELER: My whole body's changing. Look at my arm. Get me to a hospital, please. CHASE: Don't be ridiculous. We'll look after you here. KEELER: Do something. You must do something. CHASE: It's incredible. Absolutely unique. KEELER: For pity's sake, help me. HARGREAVES: What's all this? Oh sir, I hear Mister Keeler CHASE: Mister Keeler is not very well. HARGREAVES: Mister Keeler! CHASE: We must get him over to the cottage where we can look after him properly. HARGREAVES: What happened, sir? CHASE: Don't ask questions, just do it. CHASE: Bear up, Keeler. DOCTOR: Nobody move. SCORBY: How predictable. The criminal returns to the scene of the crime. DOCTOR: I see the pod's burst. Was anyone in the way? SCORBY: Yeah, Keeler. Very clumsy of him. Where's the girl? DOCTOR: You're working for a madman, Scorby, you know that? SCORBY: He pays well. And when it comes to money, Mister Chase and I are of the same religion. DOCTOR: Franklin Adams, 1881 to 1960. American humourist. SCORBY: The quotes are over, Doctor. Miss Smith'll never get out of this place alive, and neither will you. SCORBY: Now, this way. And this time don't try anything. DOCTOR: You know SCORBY: Not anything! SCORBY: Turn around. DOCTOR: Can't we talk this over, Scorby? SCORBY: You're getting a bit unsteady on your feet, Doctor. DOCTOR: You're pushing your luck, Scorby. SCORBY: Take a seat, Doctor. SCORBY: You see our little machine, Doctor? DOCTOR: Looks as if it's got possibilities. SCORBY: Oh yes, it has. Distinct possibilities. Did you know we made our own compost? DOCTOR: Quite right. Always put back in the soil what you take out. SCORBY: Just what Mister Chase says. He never wastes anything that can be used to fertilise his plants. Anything. DOCTOR: That's very commendable. SCORBY: It's got a very healthy appetite, Doctor. Tie him up. KEELER: What's happening? What have you done? CHASE: It's for your own good. You mustn't move. KEELER: You can't keep me here. I need medical attention! Look at me. CHASE: The rate of increase is astonishing. Remarkable, Keeler. Protein absorption from the animal, of course. KEELER: What animal? CHASE: Your own body. We shall have to give you some food soon. KEELER: Chase, stop behaving like a maniac and get me to hospital. CHASE: Don't be ridiculous. That would ruin everything. Together, we could be on the verge of a great scientific discovery. We must observe the process carefully. KEELER: Hargreaves, don't listen to him. This is mrder. HARGREAVES: I'm sure Mister Chase is right, sir. And it's for your own good. CHASE: You're changing into a plant, Keeler. You're privileged. Think of it, a marvellous new species of plant. I shall need some equipment to monitor this experiment. KEELER: Chase! HARGREAVES: He might be right, sir. It could be dangerous. CHASE: Everything will be all right, Hargreaves, just as long as we keep him in there. HARGREAVES: Very good, sir. SCORBY: Ah, there you are, Mister Chase. We've got the Doctor. I've locked him in the compost room. CHASE: Good. No sign of the girl? SCORBY: No, not yet. We've got all the exits covered. She won't get far. HARGREAVES: General laboratory. What? Oh, hold on. It's for you, sir. Says it's urgent. Main gate. CHASE: Chase. Amelia Ducat? Why'd you let her past the main gate? WATCHMAN: Sorry, sir. Miss Ducat insists on seeing you. Says you owe her money. Well that's what she says, sir. CHASE: Well get rid of her. I'm in the middle of some very important work and I can see no one. Is that clear? WATCHMAN: I've told her all about that, Mister Chase, but she's very, er, persistent. She's mentioned something about lawyers, sir. CHASE: Lawyers? (covers the handset) Man's a fool. Why am I surrounded by idiots? SCORBY: Wouldn't it be better to see her, Mister Chase, and avoid any fuss? CHASE: It might, and it might not. (into telephone) Have someone bring her up to the library. KEELER: Don't be frightened. You should be glad. After all, it might have been you. SARAH: Keeler? What have they done to you? KEELER: Disgusting, isn't it. Aren't you scared? SARAH: No, I'm not scared. Why are they keeping you here? KEELER: Chase. Chase owns me body and soul. Body. This must be how Winlett changed. You saw him at the base, didn't you. What was it like? You've got to tell me. SARAH: I'm going to find the Doctor. He knows more about this than anyone else. Now, do you know where he is? KEELER: I might. Let me loose and we'll go together. SARAH: I can't. KEELER: I won't harm you. SARAH: You mightn't mean to, but you would. KEELER: You're as bad as Chase and the others. You want me to die! You want me to die! You want me to die! HARGREAVES: Mister Keeler, try not to distress yourself. Mister Chase ordered this meal for you, sir. CHASE: Good evening, Miss Ducat. AMELIA: Good evening, Mister Chase. I'm sorry to have insisted on seeing you at this hour. CHASE: Not at all. It's a great pleasure, indeed an honour, to see you again. AMELIA: I was visiting Lady Chandley nearby. Painting a rare hibiscus in her conservatory. CHASE: Ah yes, the Venezuelan gobbo. I have several of the species. AMELIA: Of course, your collection of plants is unrivalled. Even the short safari from the gate is simply packed with interest. CHASE: What a shame you should come in the autumn. In high summer, ah. AMELIA: Even so, I think I could set up my easel here to good purpose. CHASE: At any other time I'd be very happy for you to do so, but just at the moment I have some very pressing business. AMELIA: What a pity. Never mind. The real reason for my coming won't take up much of your time. CHASE: Yes, it seems I neglected to pay you for a painting I had from you. AMELIA: Yes. CHASE: I offer you my humblest apologies. AMELIA: Seven hundred and fifty guineas. CHASE: Guineas? AMELIA: Plus inflation. Shall we say a round thousand? CHASE: Pounds. AMELIA: Done. CHASE: I'll write you a cheque now. AMELIA: Magnificent house you have here, Mister Chase. CHASE: Yes, it is rather fine, isn't it. Most of it was built during the Wars of the Roses. Charmingly named, but rather a bloodthirsty period in history, I always think. SCORBY: Do you want to start the (pause as he sees Amelia) recycling experiment, Mister Chase? CHASE: No. I want to see it. I'll be right there. CHASE: I apologise for the delay. AMELIA: Thank you. CHASE: Mister Scorby will see you out. AMELIA: What is this recycling experiment? Sounds interesting. CHASE: Yes, I'm afraid it's something we're keeping rather quiet about just for the moment. Within these grounds there are several private projects going on. AMELIA: Oh. SCORBY: This way, madam. AMELIA: Goodbye. CHASE: So sorry to have kept you waiting. DOCTOR: Not at all, not at all. CHASE: I do hope you haven't been bored. DOCTOR: Oh no, I've been watching your little toy. It's most efficient. CHASE: Yes, isn't it. The problem is keeping it stocked up. DOCTOR: Yes, at the moment it's working on an empty stomach. CHASE: The next time it starts, we must give it something to bite on. You've noticed how lush the grounds are? DOCTOR: Oh, yes. CHASE: This is the secret. We put everything into the grinder. Every scrap of food and garden waste, lots of other things. Provided they're organic. DOCTOR: I'm sure you're noted for your tidiness. How is Keeler? CHASE: Dear Arnold. A brilliant researcher and a dedicated botanist. And now, properly nurtured, he can be of inestimable value to science. DOCTOR: Nurtured. You don't mean to say you've been feeding him? AMELIA: It is a fascinating house. The mixture of styles is charming. This corridor must be early sixteenth century, is it not? SCORBY: I'm sorry, history isn't my strong point. Would you mind coming this way, please? GUARD: We've covered the south and west sections. There's no sign of the girl. SCORBY: Yes, all right, thank you. (to Amelia) Sorry, we're just doing a bit of a security exercise. Would you excuse me a moment? A word in your ear. SARAH: Psst! Miss Ducat! Please. AMELIA: My dear child, are you all right? SARAH: That man Scorby mustn't see me. I'm trying to find the Doctor. AMELIA: What's happening? SARAH: Will you tell Sir Colin Thackeray at the World Ecology Bureau that we've found the pod but we're trapped here. Please? SCORBY: Were you talking to someone? AMELIA: Talking? SCORBY: I thought I heard voices. AMELIA: That must have been me. I'm always talking to myself. It's old age, you know. Happens to us all. Er, this is the way out, is it not? SCORBY: Er, yeah, just go straight CHASE: Right, get out. CHASE: I shall set the machine on atmatic control, which means it will start up again in a few minutes time. Your death will be agonising, Doctor, but mercifully quick. DOCTOR: What can I say? CHASE: Blood and bone contain the most valuable nitrogen elements. Just think. After shredding, your remains will pass automatically through my compost acceleration chamber and within twenty five minutes you will be pumped into the garden to become part of nature's grand design. DOCTOR: I still can't think of anything to say. AMELIA: Very kind. There we are. THACKERAY: Well, what happened? AMELIA: You were quite right, Sir Colin. The girl and the Doctor have run into trouble. THACKERAY: And did Chase suspect anything? AMELIA: I think not. The debt for my picture was a splendid excuse. DUNBAR: You saw the Doctor? AMELIA: No, but I saw Miss Smith. They've found the pod but they're both trapped in the house. THACKERAY: So Chase is behind this, after all. AMELIA: Well, it would seem so. What are you going to do to help them? THACKERAY: We'd better alert the Doctor's friends at UNIT. This is getting too big for us. DUNBAR: No, wait. Let me go in alone. THACKERAY: You'll never get past the gate. DUNBAR: Yes, I will. They know me already. THACKERAY: What do you mean? DUNBAR: I've made a terrible mistake, Sir Colin. It's my duty to try and save the situation. THACKERAY: I don't understand. DUNBAR: Give me half an hour. If I'm not back by then, return to London and contact UNIT. HARGREAVES: Now, Mister Keeler SARAH: Doctor! DOCTOR: Quick, Sarah, the button! DOCTOR: Not that button, the other one! SARAH: Are you all right? DOCTOR: Oh, Sarah. SARAH: What? DOCTOR: It would have been such a waste! DUNBAR: I warned you not to go too far. You must abandon the experiment, destroy that abomination. CHASE: The search for knowledge knows no boundaries. This is the most valuable study in plant biology ever made. Nothing will stop me now. I will cultivate the Krynoid. HARGREAVES: Mister Chase! Mister Chase, that thing in the cottage, it's a monster! It's breaking loose. CHASE: What? HARGREAVES: The ropes, they're not going to hold it. DUNBAR: You mean that horror could be roaming around? HARGREAVES: It could be in the grounds by now. DUNBAR: I'm going for help. If that thing's free it will k*ll us all. CHASE: I would prefer it if you kept your mouth shut. DUNBAR: No, it's all gone far enough. I'm going for help. CHASE: You won't get past the guards. DUNBAR: We'll see. CHASE: Scorby! Get Dunbar! SARAH: It's gone! DOCTOR: Yes, but where?	{"type": "series", "show": "Doctor Who", "episode": "13x24 - The Seeds of Doom - part 4"}	foreverdreaming
THE SEEDS OF DOOM BY ROBERT BANKS STEWART PART FIVE Original Air Date: 26 March, 1976 6:45pm - 7:10pm SARAH: Run! DOCTOR: Come on, don't waste your bllts! DOCTOR: Block the door. SCORBY: Yeah, come on. DOCTOR: Quietly! SCORBY: How do you do it, Doctor? You should be compost by now. DOCTOR: We'll all be compost if we don't keep away from that Krynoid. SCORBY: Krynoid? Is that what that thing is? SARAH: Yes. It used to be called Keeler. Remember Keeler, your friend? Now do you see what we're up against? SCORBY: That's Keeler? DOCTOR: Yes. SCORBY: Yeah. CHASE (OOV.): Scorby, what was that fring? SCORBY: That Krynoid thing, Mister Chase. It's got us trapped in the cottage. CHASE: You idiots. Listen to me. Whatever happens, it must not be harmed. Is that clear? SCORBY: Mister Chase, you don't understand. It's eight foot high and its already klled Dunbar. CHASE: I don't care who it's klled. People are replaceable, Scorby. The Krynoid is unique. It must not be damaged in any way. That's an order. SCORBY: Mister Chase, I am not getting through to you DOCTOR: Give it to me. Chase, try and understand one thing. The Krynoid is an uncontrollable carnivore that's getting bigger and more powerful by the minute. Now (beep) Chase? Chase! Arrogant fool. SARAH: Where is it now? DOCTOR: I don't know. SARAH: What are we going to do? SCORBY: Is it going to keep on growing? How big's it going to get? DOCTOR: Oh, about the size of Saint Paul's Cathedral. After that, it'll multiply itself a thousand-fold until it takes over your entire planet. SCORBY: Get back! Stay back! DOCTOR: You don't scare us, Keeler. You hear? You don't scare us! (to Scorby) Do you think he believed us? KRYNOID (OOV.): The human was Keeler. Now us. Now belongs. SARAH: It speaks! DOCTOR: It can think. KRYNOID (OOV.): You, Doctor. Come out now. Join us. SCORBY: You seem to have been singled out for special attention, Doctor. SARAH: It's afraid he'll find a way to destroy it. DOCTOR: Yes. It does seem to sense my knowledge of alien species, particularly the Krynoid. KRYNOID (OOV.): Send the Doctor to us. Your lives will then be spared. SCORBY: You'd better think of something pretty quickly, hadn't you, Doctor. DOCTOR: Oh, Scorby, take no notice of it. I've heard that one before. SCORBY: It sounds a pretty fair deal to me. How about it, Doctor? You'd lay down your life for others, wouldn't you? SARAH: Not to save your skin. Not after what you did to us. SCORBY: This is different. SARAH: Why is it different? SCORBY: He'd be sacrificing himself for you, for all of us. SARAH: What, because you're involved, it's your life DOCTOR: Excuse me! Would you mind if I said something? SARAH: And you'd better listen, because nobody else knows how to fight that creature. KRYNOID (OOV.): Hear this, humans. You have till daybreak to deliver the Doctor. SCORBY: Why wait? Why not now? DOCTOR: Scorby, if I die, you die. SCORBY: I'll take a chance on that. DOCTOR: There is no chance! By daybreak the Krynoid'll be large enough to crush this entire cottage to rubble. If I could get outside there'd be some hope for all of us. SCORBY: Why don't I just throw you out? DOCTOR: It would make no difference! We need a bmb. Scorby, could you make a bmb? Could you make a fre bmb of some kind? SCORBY: What for? DOCTOR: To distract the Krynoid while we all slip away. SCORBY: Molotoff cocktail? DOCTOR: Yes, that's a good idea. SCORBY: Okay, leave it to me. You keep watch. THACKERAY: Come on, come on. Not exactly rushing themselves, are they. AMELIA: Perhaps we should have gone back into the grounds? THACKERAY: Too dangerous. I wonder what has happened to Dunbar? AMELIA: Mmm. Of course, there were these armed men running about. THACKERAY: Must have been quite terrifying. AMELIA: Not a bit. I enjoyed it. I like a little excitement. Besides, I have some wartime experience, you know. Oh yes. I was a sergeant in the ATS. Manned an ack-ack gn at Folkestone. THACKERAY: Indeed. (into phone) Yes, yes. This is Sir Colin Thackeray. I am aware that the Brigadier is in Geneva. I must speak to a senior officer. This is a matter of national security. Yes, national security. AMELIA: Invent a codeword. They love that. What about Operation Nuthouse? THACKERAY: What, Major Beresford? Well, right, get him down here fast! Thank you! AMELIA: Bravo. THACKERAY: What a nit-wit. AMELIA: That's the stuff to give 'em. After all, our taxes pay for these wretched civil servants and you can never get hold of them when you want them, can you. THACKERAY: I'm a civil servant, Miss Ducat. AMELIA: Then you know exactly what I mean, of course. THACKERAY: Of course. Well now, I think it's time you ran along and got some sleep. AMELIA: Oh, I'm not sleepy. THACKERAY: Thank you very much for all you've done. AMELIA: Not at all. I do hope you'll be able to get some help to the Doctor and that dear child, that little girl THACKERAY: Yes. AMELIA: Before it's too late. THACKERAY: We'll do our best. Yes, thank you. AMELIA: Consider me available for any future assignments, Sir Colin. THACKERAY: Oh, yes, yes, I will, yes. AMELIA: Au revoir. THACKERAY: Thank you very much. CHASE: Botanical history, Hargreaves. These'll be the first pictures ever taken of an alien organism. HARGREAVES: That thing, sir. You will be careful, won't you? CHASE: Why? I have nothing to fear from the Krynoid. DOCTOR: Scorby, can I rely on you? SCORBY: For the moment, Doctor. SCORBY: I'll check the position of the Krynoid. DOCTOR: Clear this door. Quietly! SCORBY: Stand by. CHASE: The fools. SARAH: Okay, it worked. It's gone after him. SCORBY: Okay, let's go. SCORBY: Chase! Any sign? SARAH: No. SCORBY: Hargreaves, come here. Where's Chase? HARGREAVES: Mister Chase has gone out to take some photographs. SCORBY: Photographs? What's he playing at? Well, listen. I've posted lookouts but they're not going to stay very long. Get over to the workshop, help get some timber. We've got to board up all these ground floor windows. HARGREAVES: If you say so. SARAH: Well, I heard the car move off, so the Doctor must have got away. SCORBY: He's no fool, your friend. He's escaped, we're still trapped. SARAH: But he went to get help. You know he went to get help. You were there. SCORBY: Sure. SARAH: Listen. The Doctor's not just concerned about saving his own skin. He's risked his life before for others. Unlike you, he has principles. SCORBY: Oh, yeah? Well you listen to me. Now there's just the two of us, so you've got to rely on me. So don't push your luck, because if you do, I'll start again exactly where I left off. Understood? SARAH: You're as mad as Chase, Scorby. Other people don't matter. All these guards, all these gn, it's just a big game to you, isn't it? Gives you a sense of power. You're not complete unless you've got a gn in your hand. CHASE: No. No, not me. I want to help. Keeler, you know me. I want to help you. BERESFORD: Sir Colin, you do understand that without clear evidence I will not mount a raid on someone's private property. THACKERAY: I agree. Without further evidence, we're stuck. MAN: You cannot go in. Sir Colin is in conference. DOCTOR: Out, out, out. MAN: Really! DOCTOR: What have you decided, Major Beresford? BERESFORD: Doctor, I've been telling Sir Colin that without the proper authority I will not mount a raid on someone's private property. DOCTOR: Waffle! Waffle, waffle, waffle! Where's the Brigadier? DOCTOR: He's busy. THACKERAY: He's in Geneva. BERESFORD: I'm deputising. DOCTOR: And you can't act without authority. BERESFORD: Look, I'm in a very difficult position. What exactly is going on down there? DOCTOR: Revolution's going on down there. THACKERAY: Revolution. Come now, Doctor. Are you choosing your words with care? DOCTOR: Somehow the Krynoid can channel its power to other plants. All the vegetation on this planet is about to turn hostile. THACKERAY: You mean like aggressive rhubarb? DOCTOR: Yes, aggressive rhubarb. BERESFORD: What about homicidal gooseberries? THACKERAY: You are joking, of course, Doctor. DOCTOR: No, I'm not joking. Read this report. I just snatched it from your secretary. Go on, read it. Aloud. THACKERAY: Gardener aged fifty five found strangled in rose arbour. Agricultural worker found strangled in kale field. DOCTOR: You. BERESFORD: Thirty two year old woman strangled in a garden maze. DOCTOR: This bit. BERESFORD: And all within a mile of Chase's estate. THACKERAY: Well, that's it, then. DOCTOR: Shall we get started, gentlemen? SARAH: Oh, Doctor. You all right? So, what's happening? DOCTOR: Things are moving at last. Sir Colin's seen the light and Major Beresford's getting a laser gn team together. That should stop the Krynoid. I'm on my way back with a Sergeant Henderson. SARAH: Well, make it soon. The Krynoid's still lurking around outside the house somewhere. Scorby? Oh, don't worry, we're great friends. Well, uneasy allies. SARAH: Doctor? Doctor? Hello? Doctor! CHASE: Yes. Yes. The plants must win. It will be a new world, silent and beautiful. SCORBY: What's the matter with you? What are you doing down there? SARAH: I was talking to the Doctor, the line went dad and those vines smashed the panes. SCORBY: Oh, come on. SARAH: No, look, they are getting thicker. SCORBY: Yeah, you're right. They're only plants. SARAH: So how did the glass break? SCORBY: How am I supposed to know? Maybe it was the ghost of Sir Bothwell Chase. He's supposed to haunt this place. SARAH: Why can't you believe me? SCORBY: Because it doesn't make sense, that's why. SARAH: It's the Krynoid. It's controlling them. SCORBY: How can it? SARAH: I don't know. The Doctor will, and he's on his way back. Yes, that surprises you, doesn't it, even more than the Krynoid. But it's true. Have a little faith, Scorby. HARGREAVES: Scorby, all the guards have left. I think they've made a run for it. SCORBY: Typical. Just like a bunch of women. HARGREAVES: And I heard screams from the west garden but I didn't go out. SARAH: Let's take a look. SCORBY: Look, we'd better stay put. SARAH: He just said he heard a scream. Obviously someone is in trouble. SCORBY: Well, what can we do with that thing roaming about out there? SARAH: What was that you just said about women? SCORBY: He's been strangled by the vine. SARAH: Oh come on, Doctor. Where are you? CHASE: I've taken some fascinating photographs. Quite fascinating. SCORBY: Look, we're in real trouble. These plants are taking over. CHASE: And why not? It's their world. We're merely parasites. I must get these photographs developed. SCORBY: He's out of his head. He's really gone. SARAH: He must have been gone for years, if you ask me. CHASE: Listen to me, my beautiful friends. Listen to me. A new era dawns upon the Earth. You will be restored to your position of dominance. SCORBY: Hargreaves, where's Chase now? HARGREAVES: He's in there. I believe he's talking to his plants. SCORBY: I don't care about that. Get out of the way. SCORBY: Chase! CHASE: We shall have perfection. The world will be as it should have been from the beginning, a green paradise. SCORBY: Chase, listen to me. CHASE: A harmony of root, stem, leaf, flower. SCORBY: Chase! SARAH: It's no good. He can't hear you. SCORBY: What's the matter with him? HARGREAVES: He's not himself. SARAH: He's in some sort of a trance. SCORBY: Chase, you've got to listen to me. If we don't do something, we're going to be trapped here. Those precious plants of yours are starting to kll people. CHASE: The time has come. Animals have ruled this planet for millions of years. Now it is our turn. SCORBY: What do you mean, your turn? You're one of us, Chase. SARAH: He's not. At least, not in his mind. You hate us, don't you? CHASE: Of course. Animals are the enemy. SARAH: You want to see us all die. CHASE: It is only a matter of time. SCORBY: Come on, Hargreaves, we've got to lock him away. HARGREAVES: Scorby, he's ill! Leave him alone. SARAH: Scorby, they're moving. The plants, they're moving! CHASE: Don't resist us, Scorby. You must die. All plant eaters must die. DOCTOR: Come on, Sergeant. HENDERSON: How do we get in? It's all boarded up. DOCTOR: Break in. DOCTOR: One, two, three. DOCTOR: Sergeant! CHASE: Stop it! Stop it, mrder! Stop it. CHASE: You'll pay for this, animal fiends! DOCTOR: Come on. HENDERSON: This one's d*ad, Doctor. DOCTOR: Come on, let's get out of here. DOCTOR: The doors. HENDERSON: How do you feel? SARAH: I feel like I've been dragged through a hedge backwards. SCORBY: What is that stuff? HENDERSON: Latest military defoliant. Still on the secret list. Pity we've used it all. DOCTOR: Come on, we've got to get every plant out of this place and dump it outside. HENDERSON: What for, Doctor? DOCTOR: They're the eyes and ears of the Krynoid. SCORBY: We'd better keep an eye open for that lunatic Chase. DOCTOR: Good idea. SARAH: Look! SCORBY: Out of the way. It's locked! DOCTOR: Chase!	{"type": "series", "show": "Doctor Who", "episode": "13x25 - The Seeds of Doom - part 5"}	foreverdreaming
THE SEEDS OF DOOM BY ROBERT BANKS STEWART PART SIX Original Air Date: 2 April, 1976 6:45pm - 7:10pm BERESFORD: Laser, quick. Let him have it. fre! HENDERSON: The Major! BERESFORD: And another. fre! DOCTOR: The other door. Come on! BERESFORD: ht it square in the chest. fre! fre! fre! BERESFORD: Come on, out. DOCTOR: We've got to find Chase before he has another attck of megalomania. Krynoid on the outside, a madman lurking inside, not a happy situation. SARAH: Do you think he's counting on the Krynoid sparing him, if, well, if he sacrifices us? HENDERSON: Well, Major Beresford did do his best, even if it was like using a sht DOCTOR: Shush, shush, shush. I think we've been wrong about Chase up till now. HENDERSON: What are you on about? DOCTOR: Will you just shut up a minute, please? You said Chase went outside and actually took photographs of the Krynoid, and came in apparently unharmed. Unharmed? SARAH: You mean he's actually infected? DOCTOR: Or possessed. BERESFORD: Come on, quick, come on! DOCTOR: You and Henderson take that corridor. Sarah and I will go this way. CHASE: Filth. SARAH: (quietly) Doctor, maybe he's not in the house. DOCTOR: I doubt that. HENDERSON: Doctor, there's creeper breaking through into the corridor. DOCTOR: Where's Scorby? HENDERSON: He's back in the main lab. DOCTOR: Come on, let's join him there. THACKERAY: What happened? BERESFORD: We've had to pull back. The laser's hopeless against it. THACKERAY: And you haven't made contact with the Doctor? BERESFORD: No, not yet, but I'm going to try and get through with a couple of men. SCORBY: It's like we're under siege. HENDERSON: Here, do your best. I'll go and see if I can get some more timber. DOCTOR: Yes, you go and do that. SCORBY: It's trying its luck on the east wing now. I still say we make a break for it. DOCTOR: Oh Scorby, just think about what we're up against. Everything that grows in the ground is your enemy. You wouldn't get far. SCORBY: So what are we supposed to do? Wait here until the Krynoid reduces this place to rubble? SARAH: Don't be so negative. Major Beresford's going to come up with something. SCORBY: Oh yeah. That laser gn was useless, wasn't it. Look, I've never relied on anybody, just myself. I've always got myself out of trouble. Africa, the Middle East, you name it. I've not been a mercenary for nothing. I'm a survivor, right? DOCTOR: Hmm? Scorby, bllts and bmb aren't the answer to everything. SCORBY: What are we going to do? SARAH: Oh, just shut up, will you? We're all in the same boat. SCORBY: And where's your precious Beresford? I suppose he's dropped everything and run, has he? DOCTOR: No more than you would, Scorby. SARAH: (looking out of the window.) It's coming back this way, Doctor. Any hope yet? DOCTOR: Oh yes. Chase didn't do any irreparable damage. I think I can fix this. SARAH: Well done. SCORBY: Oh yeah. Well done Doctor. Why are you bothering? It's obvious your army friends have scarpered. I'd have done the same if I'd been out there. We're as dad as mutton, you realise? RIP. It's ridiculous, isn't it. DOCTOR: Stop feeling sorry for yourself, Scorby. It'll become a habit. DOCTOR: No, Scorby, don't! Don't go, Scorby, you won't make it! SARAH: What's that? DOCTOR: Probably the plants have got into the humidity system. SARAH: Well, that means the water could boil up and blow suddenly. DOCTOR: It's possible. SARAH: Oh, great. That's all we need. A scalding shower. DOCTOR: Ah. Henderson. Sergeant Henderson? SARAH: He's not back yet. DOCTOR: You go and get him. SARAH: Right. DOCTOR: Tell him I need Beresford's wavelength. SARAH: Sergeant? Sergeant? Sergeant? SARAH: Sergeant? Sergeant? CHASE: The sergeant's no longer with us. He's in the garden. He's part of the garden. SARAH: That's very clever of you. CHASE: Don't humour me, Miss Smith. We're helping the plant world, the sergeant and I. In different ways, of course. I've become part of a life that I've always admired for its beauty, colours, sensitivity. I have the Krynoid to thank, as it thanks me for its opportunity to exist here on Earth. Soon the Krynoids will dominate everywhere, and your foul species will disappear. SARAH: And you'll all flower happily ever after. CHASE: You and your kind are nothing but parasites. You're dependant upon us for the air you breathe and the food you eat. We have only one use for you. BERESFORD: This is Scorpio section. I say again, this is Scorpio section. Are you receiving me? Over. DOCTOR: Hello, Beresford, this is the Doctor. I can hear you. Over. BERESFORD (OOV.): Great. What's your situation, Doctor? DOCTOR: Desperate. We're trapped. What action are you taking against the Krynoid? BERESFORD (OOV.): The laser had no effect. Frankly, we're stuck for an answer. DOCTOR: Listen, Beresford. By my reckoning you've got about before the Krynoid reaches the point of primary germination. BERESFORD: What's he mean? THACKERAY: Give me that. Doctor, Thackeray here. What do you mean by primary germination? DOCTOR (OOV.): I mean the Krynoid is about to eject hundreds of embryo pods. The whole planet will be doomed. THACKERAY: How can we stop it? DOCTOR (OOV.): There's only one way, Sir Colin. A low level attck by aircraft with high explsives. THACKERAY: But that'll mean destroying the house too. What about you and the others? DOCTOR: Never mind us. Order that attck, it's your only chance. Out. RAF (OOV.): I'll be with you in figures three minutes. Over. BERESFORD: Roger, Red Leader. Out. BERESFORD: Well, the planes are on their way. Three minutes. THACKERAY: Is there no way we can get them out? BERESFORD: Not a chance. DOCTOR: Quick, Sarah, the button. The button! SARAH: I can't DOCTOR: Sarah, I tried to save him. He was trying to pull me in. BERESFORD: That was a sighting run. Scorpio section to Red Leader. Over. RAF (OOV.): Red Leader section. We see your target. We're turning to attck now. Over. BERESFORD: Understood. Good luck. Out. THACKERAY: Still no sign of the Doctor. BERESFORD: Afraid not. RAF (OOV.): ... again. Let's turn it into chop suey. SARAH: Where do we go? We've a Krynoid outside, steam inside, b*mb overhead. DOCTOR: Steam. Steam! DOCTOR: Stand by that door, Sarah. SARAH: Right. DOCTOR: When I say. Come on, come on. DOCTOR: Now! DOCTOR: Come on! THACKERAY: Well, Doctor, do you think we've heard the last of the Krynoid? DOCTOR: Sir Colin, the Intergalactic Floral Society, of which quite naturally I'm the President, finds Krynoids a difficult subject to study. Their researchers tend to disappear. SARAH: Hmm, I can imagine. A case of one veg and no meat. THACKERAY: Very neat, Miss Smith. SARAH: Sorry about that. THACKERAY: And talking of societies, Doctor, the Royal Horticultural Society's got wind of this affair. They'd rather like you to address one of their meetings. DOCTOR: Really? When? THACKERAY: I think they suggested the fifteenth. DOCTOR: Fifteenth, fifteenth. No, impossible. I'm fully booked for the next two centuries, but any time after that. THACKERAY: Doctor, I don't know when you're being serious. SARAH: I know just how you feel, Sir Colin. DOCTOR: Have you ever heard of Cassiopeia? SARAH: Animal, vegetable or mineral? DOCTOR: It's a good place for a holiday. We need a break. Come on. SARAH: Oh, great! DOCTOR: Sir Colin, do you fancy a little excursion? THACKERAY: I'd be delighted, but my wife's expecting me home for tea. SARAH: Ah, this isn't Cassiopeia. DOCTOR: It's Antarctica. SARAH: We're back where we started! DOCTOR: Yes. SARAH: We won't get a suntan here. DOCTOR: No. SARAH: You forgot to cancel the coordinate programme, didn't you. DOCTOR: Yes. SARAH: Shall we try again? DOCTOR: Yes. Just a minute. SARAH: What? DOCTOR: Have we been here before, or BOTH: Are we yet to come?	{"type": "series", "show": "Doctor Who", "episode": "13x26 - The Seeds of Doom - part 6"}	foreverdreaming
THE MASQUE OF MANDRAGORA BY: LOUIS MARKS Part One Original Air Date: 4 September 1976 Running time: 24:31 SARAH: Where are we now? DOCTOR: The TARDIS, where else? SARAH: I know we're in the TARDIS, I just don't know this bit. DOCTOR: I'll give you a guided tour someday. SARAH: What's in there? DOCTOR: Boot cupboard. Not very interesting. SARAH: Boot cupboard? It's enormous! DOCTOR: Oh, I've seen bigger boot cupboards. SARAH: Just how big is the TARDIS? DOCTOR: Well, how big's big? Relative dimensions, you see. No constant. SARAH: That's not an answer. DOCTOR: How big are you at the moment? SARAH: Five four, just, and that's still not an answer. DOCTOR: Listen, listen. There are no measurements in infinity. You humans have got such limited little minds. I don't know why I like you so much. SARAH: Because you have such good taste. DOCTOR: That's true, that's very true. SARAH: Oh, this looks good. DOCTOR: What? SARAH: Hey. DOCTOR: Yes, yes, it is good. Do you know, this is the second control room. You know, I could run the TARDIS just as easily from here as I could from the old one. Come to think of it, this was the old one. SARAH: That looks like a shaving mirror. DOCTOR: Yes, it is. DOCTOR: Ah ha. SARAH: What? What's that? DOCTOR: It's the Mandragora Helix. I thought we'd avoided it. SARAH: Oh. What's the Mandragora Helix? DOCTOR: It's a spiral of pure energy that radiates outwards in ways no one understands, though at its centre there's a controlling intelligence. SARAH: Intelligence? DOCTOR: Yes. SARAH: We're heading straight for it. DOCTOR: Yes, it does seem more active than usual. Let's hope we can counter-magnetise enough to resist the pull. SARAH: Is it living? DOCTOR: It's living, all right, but that's all anyone SARAH: Oh! Something has ht us, Doctor! DOCTOR: We'll just have to push on and hope we come out the other side. SARAH: Oh, it's inside my head! DOCTOR: Concentrate, Sarah. SARAH: On what? DOCTOR: Anything, anything. Say the alphabet backwards. Come on. Z, Y, X SARAH: W, U, V, T, S SARAH: F, E, D DOCTOR: C, B, A. It's all over, it's all over. Any ill effects? SARAH: No, I don't think so. Are we there? DOCTOR: Where? SARAH: Where we're going. DOCTOR: I don't know. The Astrosextant rectifier has gone out of phase. I'll just go out and have a look. Not you, me. You stay there. DOCTOR: Hmm. Bigger than my boot cupboard. ECHO: Bigger than my boot cupboard. SARAH: I see what you mean about relative dimensions. DOCTOR: Yes. I thought I told you to stay inside. SARAH: What's that noise? DOCTOR: What noise? DOCTOR: Come on, quick! Get down. DOCTOR: Come on, let's get out of here. SARAH: What was it? DOCTOR: Helix energy. It could have been very nasty. SARAH: What do you mean, could have been very nasty? It was. My ears DOCTOR: Will you stop whittering. FEDERICO: Leave a few alive, Captain, to tell the others how insurrection is dealt with. SOLDIER: Make way for Count Federico. MARCO: He was a good man, Giuliano. A just and noble ruler. GIULIANO: Heironymous, you foretold my father's death. How? HEIRONYMOUS: Everything is foretold by the stars. I am just a humble astrologer. I only interpret their meaning. GIULIANO: The exact day, the very hour. It's not possible. HEIRONYMOUS: When Mars comes into conjunction with Saturn in the seventh layer, in the House of the Ram, and the moon is full grown, death comes to great ones. So it is decreed. GIULIANO: I don't believe it. HEIRONYMOUS: Many do not believe it, but the decrees of fate will be obeyed. We have no choice. GIULIANO: I'm sorry you couldn't be present at my father's deathbed, Uncle. FEDERICO: I came as quickly as I could. There were important matters of state to attend to. GIULIANO: I see. I'm sorry, I thought you were out enjoying some sport. FEDERICO: There was some trouble among the peasants in the villages. They needed a lesson. GIULIANO: Isn't that your sport, Uncle? MARCO: You're upset now, my lord, but don't anger your uncle. Not at this time. GIULIANO: If I don't speak the truth, Marco, who will? MARCO: You're alone now, Giuliano. Your uncle is strong and ruthless. GIULIANO: You're forgetting, Marco. I am Duke now, and I want to rule over a land where there is no tyranny, no lies, no blind ignorance and superstition like that old fool who preaches about the stars. We make our own lives, Marco, not the stars. MARCO: Nevertheless, it is most remarkable. Your father was in good health. To die so suddenly. And he did predict it, exactly. FEDERICO: Oh, he angers me. The last obstacle between myself and the dukedom. HIERONYMOUS: Your nephew Giuliano? FEDERICO: How soon? HIERONYMOUS: You must be patient. FEDERICO: I've been patient. Now it is almost within my grasp. HIERONYMOUS: Nevertheless, so many deaths in so short a time, all so suddenly. FEDERICO: You said yourself it was written in the stars. Don't say you're doubting your own predictions? HIERONYMOUS: Giuliano has a sharp mind. He may suspect. FEDERICO: All the more reason to act quickly. One day, two days at the most. The poison is still ready? Well, what's wrong? HIERONYMOUS: These last few weeks, as the summer solstice approaches, I have been feeling FEDERICO: Feeling what? HIERONYMOUS: As if my powers were growing. As if I had been chosen to be granted visions of the future. FEDERICO: Ha! So many correct predictions have gone to your head. HIERONYMOUS: The stars will not be mocked! FEDERICO: And neither will I! Cast your horoscope, Hieronymous. The young Duke Giuliano will die in two day's time. I will do the rest. DOCTOR: Strange. Forced landing. SARAH: You mean you weren't in control? DOCTOR: Not that time. I didn't touch a thing. Promise. SARAH: Oh, it's very pleasant. Nice, warm. DOCTOR: Maybe that's why I stopped using the old control room. SARAH: Doctor, there's some fantastic oranges over here! DOCTOR: Helix forcefields must have distorted the coordinates. DOCTOR: We've landed on Earth. Glass technology indicates Mediterranean area. Late fifteenth century. Not a very pleasant time. Sarah? Sarah? Sarah? DOCTOR: Stop. DOCTOR: Now put the girl down. Gently. DOCTOR: Mandragora energy. And I brought it here. It got into the TARDIS. MARCO: What is it? GIULIANO: Well, there's this man in Florence who claims that by arranging ground glasses in a certain order, it's possible to see the Moon and the stars as large as your hand. MARCO: Is that a good thing? GIULIANO: Well of course it's a good thing. That way we can learn more about them, understand their mystery. MARCO: What is there to know about the stars except how they move in the heavens, and we've known that for hundreds of years. GIULIANO: That's the whole point, Marco. Perhaps the stars don't move as we think they move. That's what this man in Florence is saying. Maybe the stars don't move at all. Maybe it's we who move. GIULIANO: It is customary to knock before entering a room, Uncle. FEDERICO: I'm sorry, Giuliano, but there's bad news. GIULIANO: Why? What's happened? FEDERICO: Tell him. HIERONYMOUS: Sire, forgive me, it is not of my doing, but this morning I was casting a horoscope GIULIANO: I've told you often enough, I don't believe in horoscopes. HIERONYMOUS: I only wish I too could not believe, but it was there too plainly to be ignored. GIULIANO: What was there? My death? HIERONYMOUS: Please, my lord, do not take these things lightly. I beg you not to leave the palace, take no risks of any kind. GIULIANO: I've no intention of sacrificing my life to some old superstitious nonsense. FEDERICO: Remember your father? He too scoffed. GIULIANO: Oh, yes. I remember my father. His death remains a mystery, but of one thing I am certain. It was nothing to do with the stars. GIULIANO: How are the troubles with the peasants, Uncle? FEDERICO: We think they are being stirred by spies sent by our enemies, but we shall catch them and make them pay for it. DOCTOR: Excuse me. I'm a traveller around here. I'm a stranger in these parts, and I was wondering if you'd seen a girl. She'd be about DOCTOR: She's a friend of mine. She'd be about five foot four and a half. ROSSINI: (Federico's Captain) Who are you? DOCTOR: I'm a traveller. ROSSINI: From where? DOCTOR: Have you seen a young girl, about five foot ROSSINI: Silence! DOCTOR: Probably with orange juice on her chin. ROSSINI: Your life is in peril. Produce your documents. ROSSINI: After him! Don't let him go! SARAH: Come on, this is ridiculous! Where are you taking me? Who are you? Say something? PRIEST: Release her. PRIEST: Where was she found? MONK: On the slopes of the hill of sorrows. PRIEST: At what hour? MONK: At the noon hour. PRIEST: Exactly as it was foretold. A maiden fair of face and sturdy of body. SARAH: You can forget the flattery. What do you lot want? PRIEST: It is written that some are conscious of the purpose for which they are chosen. Others are as innocent lambs. SARAH: Sorry? PRIEST: My child, the purity of your sacrifice renders it doubly welcome to the mighty Demnos, god of the twin realms of moontide and solstice. SARAH: Sacrifice? Now just a minute. PRIEST: Let her be prepared to receive the sacred blade. ROSSINI: This is the man, sire. FEDERICO: I hear you led my ruffians quite a dance. DOCTOR: Oh, just a short gallop. It's good for the liver. FEDERICO: What is your name? DOCTOR: Huh? Er, Doctor. FEDERICO: Where do you come from? You wear strange garments. DOCTOR: Around. Around. FEDERICO: You're already tall enough, Doctor. You will answer my questions civilly and promptly or your body will be lengthened on the rack. DOCTOR: Please don't thrat me, Count. I've come here to help you. ROSSINI: Sire, let me punish this insolent dog. FEDERICO: Wait. The fellow interests me. How can you help me? DOCTOR: A wave of energy has been released, Count. It's part of the Mandragora Helix. It could do untold damage. And I must take it back to the stars. DOCTOR: Please. Please. Please. Please listen. Listen, please. I realise that must sound very strange to you. Let me put it this way. A ball of heavenly f*re has come down to Earth. It could consume everything in its path. It could destroy the world. ROSSINI: His mind is afflicted, sire. It's the fall from the horse. FEDERICO: He professes sorcery. There is no gold for you in San Martino. My seer Hieronymous is the finest in the land. DOCTOR: Ask your seer Hieronymous if he's ever seen an energy wave. FEDERICO: Do you tell the future? DOCTOR: Sometimes. FEDERICO: Can you tell mine? DOCTOR: No. FEDERICO: Why not? DOCTOR: Because you don't have a future unless you listen to me. FEDERICO: Send Heironymous here. FEDERICO: If you are making sport with us, Doctor, we shall make sport with your body. Be warned. SOLDIER: Hurry, hurry. The curfew. HIERONYMOUS: Now, answer me this. What does it signify when Venus is in opposition to Saturn and a great shadow passes over the Moon? DOCTOR: This is all a great waste of time. FEDERICO: Answer him. DOCTOR: Well, it depends, doesn't it. HIERONYMOUS: On what? DOCTOR: On whether the Moon is made of cheese, on whether the cock crows three times before dawn, and twelve hens lay addled eggs. HEIRONYMOUS: What school of philosophy is that? DOCTOR: I can easily teach him. All it requires is a colourful imagination and a glib tongue. FEDERICO: And you, Doctor, have a mocking tongue. Prepare the execution. DOCTOR: But you haven't listened to a word I've said! GIULIANO: Who is that man? FEDERICO: A spy. GIULIANO: A most uncommon spy. SARAH: No! No! PRIEST: You are blessed, my child. Few have the honour of serving the mighty Demnos so totally. When the Moon rises over the southern obelisk, your hour of glory will have come. Cup.	{"type": "series", "show": "Doctor Who", "episode": "14x01 - The Masque of Mandragora - part 1"}	foreverdreaming
THE MASQUE OF MANDRAGORA BY: LOUIS MARKS Part Two Original Air Date: 11 September 1976 Running time: 24:44 DOCTOR: Excuse me, excuse me. I like to look my best on these occasions. FEDERICO: Fools! Stop him! FEDERICO: After him! Don't let him go! GUARD 1: Hey, fellow! GUARD 1: You say there was no thunderbolt? GUARD 2: Nothing. He was found just beyond the gate. GUARD 1: The Duke must be told of this. MONK: Demnos, Demnos, Demnos. Adeus, O Demnos. GIOVANNI: I swear he came in here, and there's no way out. Here, are we chasing a phantom? SOLDIER: Or a worshipper of Demnos. Those devils know a hundred secret ways under the city. GIOVANNI: A passage? Quick, then, let's find the trick. SOLDIER: No, I ain't going in there, Giovanni. Not for all the gold in Rome. I know men who've tried. They've never been seen again. PRIEST: Demnos, Demnos, Demnos. Adeus, O Demnos. MASKED MAN: Seize them! DOCTOR: The Mandragora Helix has come home to roost. MASKED MAN: Brothers, our prayers are answered! Our temple is restored. GIULIANO: No, it's not a fre demon. Such things are pure superstition. GUARD 1: What is it, Sire? GIULIANO: I don't know. His skin, such a strange colour. GUARD 1: I still think it could be a fre demon, Sire. I once heard of a case in Florence GIULIANO: Yes, all right. You'd better get back to your duties. GUARD 1: Sire. MARCO: The orders have been given. GIULIANO: Good. He was found at the city gates, Marco. What do you make of it, old friend? SARAH: We've made it. DOCTOR: Stay there a minute. DOCTOR: Some soldiers up there. No. We'll just have to wait till they've gone. SARAH: See that? I was almost sacrificed to the great god Demnos. DOCTOR: Yes, I know. Particularly nasty Roman sect, supposed to have died out in the third century. SARAH: But I thought you said just now we were in the fifteenth? DOCTOR: We are, and the cult of Demnos is still very much alive. SARAH: So what was going on back there in the temple? DOCTOR: Sub-thermal recombination of ionised plasma. SARAH: Oh, simple. I should have thought of that. DOCTOR: When we landed on Earth, we brought back with us part of the Mandragora Helix. I don't know how it got in the TARDIS, and now it's here in this temple. SARAH: But why? DOCTOR: Coincidence? I wonder what the Mandragora Helix is up to? SARAH: Conquest? Invasion? They want to take over Earth and fill it with old Roman temples DOCTOR: No. Helix intelligences don't have a physical existence in the way you know it. They don't need Earth. They want SARAH: What? DOCTOR: (quietly) There's something behind us. I can feel it in my bones. PRIEST: It is a dream of two thousand years come true. Look! MASKED MAN: Kneel, Brothers. MANDRAGORA (OOV.): You have been chosen for powers undreamed of. Through us, you will become supreme ruler of Earth. Do you understand us? MASKED MAN: Understand. MANDRAGORA (OOV.): Only you must stand in this spot. Any other mortal who dares stand where you stand now will be destroyed. You, and you alone will carry out our will on Earth. MASKED MAN: It is complete. Go! Now! HIERONYMOUS: Powers undreamed of. Supreme ruler of the Earth. DOCTOR: Stop poking me with that pike! GIULIANO: My apologies that you were roughly handled. DOCTOR: Apologies? GIULIANO: But speed was essential, for my uncle has men searching everywhere for you. DOCTOR: Who's your uncle? GIULIANO: Count Federico. DOCTOR: Oh, yes, yes, we've met. MARCO: He has given order that you're to be excuted immediately you're found. Luckily a few of the guards are still loyal to the Prince. SARAH: That's you? GIULIANO: Giuliano, Duke of San Martino, and my companion Marco. DOCTOR: Tell me more about this Federico. MARCO: He mrder Giuliano's father. GIULIANO: Marco DOCTOR: Are you sure of that? GIULIANO: Certain. MARCO: Just as we're now certain that he's plotting to kll Giuliano. DOCTOR: I take it you don't get on with your uncle. GIULIANO: Doctor, my uncle is a tyrant. MARCO: While Giuliano lives, Federico can never claim the throne. GIULIANO: I don't fear so much for myself as for the people. Were he ever to rule San Martino, all knowledge, all attempt at learning, would be suppressed. DOCTOR: This is intensely interesting. I don't think that Sarah and I are going to be able to help you. You see, we're just passing through. How did you know my name? GIULIANO: I was present when Hieronymous questioned you. From the way you spoke to him, I take it that you, like me, are a man of science. DOCTOR: Oh, I do dabble a bit. GIULIANO: Oh, excellent. Some wine, Marco. I crave for contact with men of intellect and understanding. DOCTOR: You're too kind. But that isn't the only reason you brought us here. GIULIANO: No. There's something I want you to see. DOCTOR: Show us. GIULIANO: This man's body was found at the city gates. DOCTOR: Helix energy. High ionisation that has only to touch human tissue to destroy it utterly. GIULIANO: Helix energy? SARAH: You're not talking his language, Doctor. GIULIANO: The guards are muttering about fre devils. I, of course, do not believe in such superstition. DOCTOR: No, of course not. Nevertheless GIULIANO: Nevertheless, it does worry me. GIULIANO: Is it possible, do you think, that something's entered the city? Something perhaps conjured up by Hieronymous? DOCTOR: Something's certainly entered the city, Giuliano. Some malevolent power quite beyond the understanding of that old fraud Hieronymous. The question is, why? GIULIANO: I don't understand. DOCTOR: Why here? Why now? SARAH: Yes, and what's it got to do with that cult of Demnos? DOCTOR: We seem to have an awful lot of questions. It's about time we started finding some answers. ROSSINI: Sire. FEDERICO: Well, what have you to report? ROSSINI: They've disappeared. FEDERICO: Impossible. ROSSINI: There's been no sign of them since they were last seen in the palace garden. FEDERICO: They must be found. Something about that Doctor disturbs me greatly. Take all the men you need. Search every corner of the palace. ROSSINI: Sire. FEDERICO: Well? FEDERICO: What is it? ROSSINI: A list prepared by the Duke Giuliano's secretary. FEDERICO: Where did you get it? ROSSINI: You have many friends, my lord. FEDERICO: The King of Naples, Duke of Milan, Duke of Padua, Doge of Venice, Signora of Florence. Very impressive. ROSSINI: They are the rulers who have accepted Giuliano's invitation and are coming to San Martino. FEDERICO: To celebrate his accession to the dukedom. The arrogant puppy! HIERONYMOUS: The entire Earth, mine. HIERONYMOUS: I did not say enter. FEDERICO: In this palace I come and go as I please. HEIRONYMOUS: This is my private room. FEDERICO: Whatever room you have here it is because I allow you to have it. Do not get above yourself. I've warned you before, Hieronymous. HEIRONYMOUS: I have studying to do. Is there something urgent you want? FEDERICO: Yes, there is something urgent. I cannot wait till Mars or Saturn or whatever other nonsense it was you said. HIERONYMOUS: It is not nonsense. FEDERICO: Giuliano must die tonight. He's called a gathering of all the philosophers and scholars in Italy, with their patrons. With all those important people here, he'll be able to establish his power in this state for good. HIERONYMOUS: So? FEDERICO: So he will be harder to get rid of. Giuliano must die. HIERONYMOUS: It cannot be. FEDERICO: Why not? You still have the poison? You will announce some new finding. You will say that some new conjunction has come to light. You'll find a way. Sudden death. HIERONYMOUS: You're asking me to invent a horoscope? FEDERICO: Ha! Isn't that what you always do? HIERONYMOUS: Do you know what it is you're mocking? Do you know what power is held by the celestial bodies? They are not at our beck and call. FEDERICO: I am telling you to help me as you did before. Giuliano must die before tomorrow night. You do understand? HIERONYMOUS: Masters, hear me. MANDRAGORA (OOV.): Speak, Earthling. HIERONYMOUS: Masters, there are those here who would mock my purpose. To overcome them and do your will, I must have greater powers. MANDRAGORA (OOV.): You have the powers, Hieronymous. HIERONYMOUS: Away from this place I am a man among others. One sword thrust would destroy me. How could so feeble a creature rule your domain? MANDRAGORA (OOV.): We have promised you powers beyond all men, Hieronymous, but the time is not yet. Until then, carry our trust discreetly. PRIEST: Hieronymous. PRIEST: Master, you speak to the voices of Demnos as though, as HIERONYMOUS: Go on. PRIEST: As though this were not the first time. HIERONYMOUS: What think you brought me to San Martino? Many years ago, in another place, the voice of Demnos told me how my life would be. Told me I had been chosen because of my special powers. Ruler over all the Earth. From that night until now, I have waited. PRIEST: And now at last your faith has been rewarded. HIERONYMOUS: For years, the wise fools, the scholars of the new knowledge, have jeered and scoffed at me. The old duke tolerated me but did not believe. Count Federico despises me. The young duke considers me of no consequence. But they will learn their mistake, priest. They will learn their mistake as they die. GIULIANO: But spirits from the heavens, Doctor. A wheel of f*re? I thought you were a man of science. DOCTOR: Giuliano, it isn't easy to explain the concept of Helix energy, either sub or super-thermal ionisation in your mediaeval vocabulary. SARAH: Oh, I think you're doing a great job so far. DOCTOR: Thank you. SARAH: I do. But I still don't understand why these spirits have appeared here in the fifteenth century. GIULIANO: And why in San Martino? DOCTOR: Well, perhaps because the worshippers of Demnos provided a ready-made power base. And what better place than fifteenth century Italy? SARAH: Yes, but why the fifteenth century? DOCTOR: Because it's the period between the dark ages of superstition and the dawn of a new reason. SARAH: You mean they could gain control of Earth now through an ancient religion? DOCTOR: Yes. Oh, yes. Giuliano, that temple must be destroyed. GIULIANO: But the place is in ruins now, Doctor. DOCTOR: Those ruins are the focal point for enormous forces. The Helix energy has penetrated every stone. Is there some way I could get there without being seen? GIULIANO: Yes. Yes, I'll show you. DOCTOR: Just tell me. It's better if I go alone. GIULIANO: Oh no, Doctor, it's too dangerous. GIULIANO: We'll take the back staircase. DOCTOR: Just as far as the temple entrance. No further. SARAH: It is just a ruin. DOCTOR: From this point on, I must go on alone. You stay here. ROSSINI: Sire, they've been seen again, making their way towards the ruined temple. They're with the Duke Giuliano. FEDERICO: The Duke is with them? Are you certain? ROSSINI: Otherwise the men would have seized them at once. FEDERICO: The ruined temple, you say? ROSSINI: In that direction. FEDERICO: Excellent. A chance to solve both my problems in one blow. It'll seem like a sacrifice. A human sacrifice to the gods. Our hands will be guiltless. ROSSINI: A sacrifice, yes. The evil pagans who worship Demnos. FEDERICO: Get your men quickly, Rossini. I will lead them myself. GIULIANO: I have this theory, you see, that the world is really a sphere. SARAH: Well, go on. GIULIANO: It's not only me. Other scientists are coming to the same conclusion that the world can't possibly be flat because the SARAH: What was that? GIULIANO: Nothing. You see, it's obvious when you come to think about it. FEDERICO: Death to Giuliano! SARAH: Doctor! Doctor! Doctor! SARAH: Doctor! Doctor! Argh! PRIEST: Demnos will not be cheated of his pleasure, little one.	{"type": "series", "show": "Doctor Who", "episode": "14x02 - The Masque of Mandragora - part 2"}	foreverdreaming
THE MASQUE OF MANDRAGORA BY: LOUIS MARKS Part Three Original Air Date: 18 September 1976 Running time: 24:34 SARAH: Doctor! Doctor! GIULIANO: Go on, for you'll need an army to do your work. FEDERICO: Oh, you craven-gutted curs. He's but one man. DOCTOR: You can't count, Count. FEDERICO: Take the sorcerer too. A gold piece to the first that splits him. FEDERICO: Brethren. ROSSINI: They're coming out of the ground like rats, sire. FEDERICO: Back! Back to the palace! DOCTOR: That was lucky. The Brethren ran right past. Where's Sarah? GIULIANO: She came down here. You mean you've not seen her? DOCTOR: What? You mean she's wandering around in these catacombs? Let's have a look at this shoulder. GIULIANO: You've not spent all your life at books, Doctor. You just saved my life. DOCTOR: This should staunch the blood. You know, the finest swordsman I ever saw was a captain in Cleopatra's bodyguard. He showed me a few points. That's it. I don't know that Florence Nightingale would approve this little lash-up. GIULIANO: Did you find the temple, Doctor? DOCTOR: Oh, yes. Helix energy is still there, all right. Played some very nasty tricks. PRIEST: It is an omen. The mighty Demnos has returned his victim to us. She who is the chosen sacrifice. HIERONYMOUS: This one assists the foreign sorcerer. She may yet assist him to his death before her hour of glory. PRIEST: Master, the great blade of our god thirsts for blood. HIERONYMOUS: Patience. Before this night ends, Priest, there will be blood in plenty. That I promise. PRIEST: We of the Brethren bow to your command, Master. HIERONYMOUS: Then mind her well, so that she may not struggle and cry out. Bring her to my chamber. ROSSINI: The Duke of Milan, sire. FEDERICO: I heard. Get that muck out of here. Bring me clean linen. Hurry, you oaf! FEDERICO: That fox-faced old blowhard the Doge will be here within the hour. His advanced riders are carousing in the taverns even now. ROSSINI: What's to be done? He must be greeted. FEDERICO: That fat clown of a chancellor can do it. Say I've been stricken by an ague. Before night comes, Rossini, you and I have work to do. ROSSINI: I have a score of men searching for the Duke. He's not returned to the palace. FEDERICO: We must search the city. He's skulking in some stinking hovel. Oh no, I've gone too far now. Before sunrise, I want to see Giuliano's liver fed to the dogs. DOCTOR: All right? GIULIANO: Yes, thank you, Doctor. DOCTOR: Good. Let's go and see what happened to Sarah. GIULIANO: Oh, not through there. DOCTOR: What? GIULIANO: Those catacombs are endless. DOCTOR: Giuliano, you're not afraid, are you? GIULIANO: Afraid? Oh, no. DOCTOR: That's funny. Most people would be. Come on. PRIEST: Why did you allow our Brethren to save the young prince, Master? HIERONYMOUS: His life may yet have value. PRIEST: But he is no more in the eye of Demnos than any other unbeliever. HIERONYMOUS: Giuliano's appointment with death is already written. Not Count Federico nor any other mortal must anticipate the mighty Demnos. PRIEST: Even so, I fear the Count will now bring all his soldiers against us. HIERONYMOUS: Faith, Brother. You have seen the sign of Demnos? PRIEST: The miracle, as it is written in the prophecies? HIERONYMOUS: Then let the word be spread throughout the city. Guard the sacred temple. The great god's dwelling place must not be defiled by unbelievers in these last hours. Now go, hurry. HIERONYMOUS: Do not resist, child. The aroma is sweet. DOCTOR: This way. GIULIANO: Doctor! DOCTOR: The ancients who built this place knew a thing or two. Come on. HIERONYMOUS: Now, child, who do you serve? SARAH: I serve you. HIERONYMOUS: And the Doctor? SARAH: The Doctor is a sorcerer. HIERONYMOUS: And? SARAH: The Doctor is evil, and must be destroyed. HIERONYMOUS: All this you will forget. All but your purpose. When you're standing close and the Doctor suspects nothing, you will strike him down. One scratch will be sufficient. The hand of a friend is a subtle but certain wapon. HIERONYMOUS: Now, we must return you to the Doctor's side. How glad he will be to see his young companion. FEDERICO: Well? ROSSINI: Nothing, sire. FEDERICO: Inept clod. What were my orders? ROSSINI: We have searched everywhere. FEDERICO: Get out. FEDERICO: I warn you, Rossini, fail me and you will breakfast on burning coals. ROSSINI: Sire, we can only think that he has taken to the catacombs. FEDERICO: Catacombs. ROSSINI: A thousand men might search those galleries for a month, sire, and still find nothing. They say there are places where the bat droppings are twice the height of a man. FEDERICO: They say. They say! The truth of the matter, Rossini, is that you have no stomach for the task. ROSSINI: If it is your wish, sire, I will take the entire guard down there and begin the search immediately. FEDERICO: No. No, it is true. If he's gone down into the warren, he'll be harder to find than a flea in a beggar's robes. But he must come out or die like a sewer rat. ROSSINI: And when he does, we must be ready for him. FEDERICO: Of course you will, dung head. But more than that, we are going to prove that the Duke Giuliano is a secret devotee of the cult of Demnos. DOCTOR: Sarah! Oh, Sarah. GIULIANO: Is she all right? SARAH: Where am I? DOCTOR: I think so. GIULIANO: Her eyes, they're very strange. DOCTOR: What happened? SARAH: The Brethren, two of them. I can't remember. GIULIANO: Why would they leave her here? DOCTOR: I don't know. Perhaps they're planning to come back for her. You know, this leads under the palace. GIULIANO: How do you know that, Doctor? DOCTOR: Well, the first time I saw the leader of the cult, he was walking this way. He probably comes this way regularly. You know something? I don't think the Mandragora intelligence hijacked the TARDIS and brought us here by accident. There must already be someone here who's sympathetic to its influence. Possibly there's been some tenuous influence for centuries. SARAH: Doctor, give me a hand. DOCTOR: What? DOCTOR: Salvatore ambulando. SARAH: What? GIULIANO: It's Latin. The question is solved by walking. SARAH: Latin? I don't even speak Italian. Hey, I never thought of that before. How is it I can understand you? DOCTOR: Don't you worry about it. I'll explain it later. Come on. SARAH: All right. GUARD (OOV.): Open. Open in the name of the Duke Giuliano. DOCTOR: Anywhere we know? GIULIANO: Yes. We're in the palace dungeons. DOCTOR: Oh, excellent. GIULIANO: My father once spoke of a secret passage. DOCTOR: Let's go. FEDERICO: Hieronymous. HIERONYMOUS: You will forgive me for not rising, Count. FEDERICO: Only the dad fail to stand in my presence. However, your lack of courtesy is easily corrected. HIERONYMOUS: My lord, spare an old servant. It is only out of my love for you. I am numb with fear for your life. FEDERICO: But your numbness has passed, I see. You're a fake, Hieronymous. A fraud, a charlatan, a marketplace soothsayer. You and I both know the truth of this, so just remember your place, Court Astrologer. That way you may also keep your head. HIERONYMOUS: But, my lord, I bring you a warning. FEDERICO: Go on. HIERONYMOUS: Intrigues are brewing. Plots are being prepared. You are in great danger. FEDERICO: The only plots, Hieronymous, are mine, and they are going well. HIERONYMOUS: It is written that a blow will be struck against you here, in the palace. You must bring your guards here to protect your noble person. FEDERICO: You try my patience, Hieronymous. You can no more tell the stars than you can tell my chamber pot. Go. Get out of my sight! HIERONYMOUS: Very well, sire. But before Mars sinks to rest, the blow will fall and your life will be forfeit. So it is written. DOCTOR: I'd say you've had visitors. GIULIANO: Marco. My uncle's men must have taken him. DOCTOR: There's nothing you can do on your own, Giuliano. GIULIANO: But he's my friend, my loyal friend. DOCTOR: Listen, listen. Listen, there are other considerations besides your uncle and his petty ambitions. GIULIANO: Petty? They are far from petty, Doctor. I've called a gathering of scholars here to celebrate my accession to the dukedom. My uncle will do everything in his power to stop our meeting. DOCTOR: Who's coming? GIULIANO: The most learned men of all Italy. Scholars, artists, men of the new sciences. DOCTOR: Is Leonardo da Vinci coming? GIULIANO: And his patron, the Duke of Milan. DOCTOR: If anything should happen to those men, they'd be thrown back into a new dark age. DOCTOR: You two stay here. SARAH: Where are you going? DOCTOR: I have an idea who the leader of the Brethren is. GIULIANO: Be careful, Doctor. The soldiers are everywhere. DOCTOR: Don't worry about me. I'm not likely to miss Leonardo da Vinci. FEDERICO: Scarlatti is enjoying his work? ROSSINI: He's a craftsman. FEDERICO: Nonetheless, these cries. I would prefer not to rouse the entire palace. Has he weakened yet? ROSSINI: He is a stubborn ape, sire. FEDERICO: I'll have a word with him myself. Sometimes the voice of reason is more effective than the burning iron. I have a task for you, Rossini. ROSSINI: My lord. FEDERICO: The astrologer Hieronymous. It appears he's moving against me. He's forecast my death. ROSSINI: My lord! FEDERICO: Don't be alarmed. He plucks these lies out of the sky. But I want the old spider out of the city tonight. ROSSINI: Banished, sire? FEDERICO: Throw him out, and all his rubbish with him. FEDERICO: A simple confession, my young friend. MARCO: Never. FEDERICO: Come, Marco. You're of noble birth, a man of intelligence. Use your intelligence and save yourself pain. MARCO: I shall not lie against the Duke. You can kll me first. FEDERICO: No, but we may kll you afterwards. Scarlatti's enthusiasm is such that not all survive his attentions. MARCO: You devils! FEDERICO: Come now, Marco. Confess that Giuliano is a follower of Demnos and I will reward you well. Come, man, what is your answer? FEDERICO: You insolent fool. Now you will truly learn what suffering is. DOCTOR: Good evening. HIERONYMOUS: You! What are you? DOCTOR: It's time you and I had a little talk, Hieronymous. HIERONYMOUS: Keep back. Keep away from me! DOCTOR: Not sure of yourself? Influence comes and goes? I suppose that must be very worrying. HIERONYMOUS: Were you sent from the stars? DOCTOR: Oh, you could say that, yes. HIERONYMOUS: They told me, the voices, that I would be joined by another. Give me the proof that you are the one. DOCTOR: Fascinating. Predeluvian sandstone with a complex circuit of base metal fused into it. HIERONYMOUS: You defile the sacred image of Demnos! Destroy him now! DOCTOR: Hello, Sarah. Poisoned needle? Drop it. HIERONYMOUS: Strike him down! DOCTOR: Oh, you don't want to hurt me, Sarah. I'm your friend, remember? Your best friend. Drop it. SARAH: Doctor! HIERONYMOUS: The curse of Demnos on you, sorcerer! DOCTOR: You're getting a bit old for this, Hieronymous. SARAH: No! ROSSINI: Stop him! Don't let him get away! SARAH: Doctor! FEDERICO: Giuliano. Is he dad? ROSSINI: No, sire. He's in the dungeons with the other prisoners. FEDERICO: Then it is finished, Rossini. The Duke and his troublemakers will be dad and buried before cock crow. ROSSINI: There is only Hieronymous, but he won't evade capture for long. FEDERICO: There is nothing now that will stop me. SARAH: I'm trying to remember what happened to me, but I can't. There's just nothing. DOCTOR: Drug induced hypnosis. Hieronymous is an old slyboots. SARAH: And I really tried to k*ll you? DOCTOR: You only did what you were ordered. What I expected. SARAH: But how did you know I'd been drugged? DOCTOR: Well, I've taken you to some strange places before and you've never asked how you understood the local language. It's a Time Lord's gift I allow you to share. But tonight when you asked me how you understood Italian, I realised your mind had been taken over. SARAH: Poor Marco. GIULIANO: Doctor! Sarah! DOCTOR: See to Marco. GIULIANO: Marco, what have they done to you? MARCO: They made me speak against you. They forced me to say. GIULIANO: Say what? FEDERICO: That you, dear nephew, and this dog of a sorcerer, are in league to revive the blasphemous cult of Demnos. GIULIANO: You stinking butcher! ROSSINI: My lord! All over the city, they're coming out of every street. FEDERICO: The Brethren. They're moving towards the temple. HIERONYMOUS: Great god Demnos, we are ready to receive you into ourselves. If we are worthy of your mighty presence, show yourself. FEDERICO: I've waited a long time for this moment, sorcerer. There is nothing now that will stop me from becoming Duke. DOCTOR: Count Federico, can't you understand? I'm not interested in your political ambitions. Your enemies are not here in this dungeon. They're in the temple. It isn't Giuliano you have to fear, it's Hieronymous. FEDERICO: Ha! That fake. DOCTOR: That fake is the leader of the Brethren. FEDERICO: What? DOCTOR: Yes. And he's possessed of extraordinary powers. Helix energy. ROSSINI: It's a trick, sire. FEDERICO: How do I know you're telling the truth? DOCTOR: You don't. But if Hieronymous isn't stopped, I promise you, there'll be no dukedom for you or anyone else to rule over after tonight. FEDERICO: I'll see for myself, and you will come with me. Unchain him. ROSSINI: Don't trust him, my lord. FEDERICO: I don't have to trust him. Keep these three here as hostages. If I'm not back within the hour, you know what to do. I'll take two of your best men. DOCTOR: Whatever you do, Count, don't go near him. FEDERICO: Do I need your advice? When I give the signal, seize him. FEDERICO: Hieronymous! FEDERICO: You traitor!	{"type": "series", "show": "Doctor Who", "episode": "14x03 - The Masque of Mandragora - part 3"}	foreverdreaming
THE MASQUE OF MANDRAGORA BY: LOUIS MARKS Part Four Original Air Date: 25 September 1976 Running time: 24:45 HIERONYMOUS: So shall perish all our Earthly enemies. Surround me with a helix of powers, brothers, and none shall overcome us. All has happened as was foretold down the centuries. The waiting, the prayers, the sacrifices. Now, at last, the empire of Mandragora will encompass the Earth, for Demnos is only the servant of Mandragora, and Mandragora is a mighty master of all things. Let the power flood into you, brothers. Tomorrow night we shall witness the last prophecy. As it is written, Mandragora shall swallow the Moon! HIERONYMOUS: Then shall we strike. ROSSINI: It is time. Count Federico ordered the execution of these traitors at the end of an hour. SARAH: If he didn't return. ROSSINI: Neither he, nor the sorcerer, nor any of their party have returned from the temple. SARAH: You mean it's an hour already? Doesn't time fly when you're enjoying yourself. ROSSINI: Take them down. GIULIANO: Stay, fellow. Rossini, you call us traitors, but lay one hand on your prince and it's you who are the traitor. ROSSINI: I follow the Count. MARCO: You follow a mrder and a tyrant. It is to the Duke Giuliano you owe allegiance. ROSSINI: Enough! Take them down. The execution block grows dry. MARCO: Infamous filth! GIULIANO: You call yourselves soldiers? Are we to die without a priest? SARAH: Or even a hearty breakfast? DOCTOR: No priest available. Will a Brother do? ROSSINI: What have you done with the Count, sorcerer? DOCTOR: Your Count is dad. GIULIANO: dad? My uncle? DOCTOR: Yes, in the temple ruins. GIULIANO: How did he die? DOCTOR: Let's say Hieronymous gave him a blank look. ROSSINI: Seize him. Seize him! DOCTOR: Rossini, you don't have any authority to give orders any more. Giuliano is the lawful ruler. GIULIANO: You men, are you with your prince? MARCO: Take him to the block, sire. GIULIANO: No, Marco. Take him away. His fate will be decided later. MARCO: The evil is ended. At last you can rule without fear. DOCTOR: Wrong, Marco, wrong. The evil's only just beginning. Hieronymous and the Brethren remain MARCO: Then destroy them! GIULIANO: What do you think, Doctor? MARCO: You're the prince, the men will rally to you. Lead them to the temple and win your inheritance, sire. DOCTOR: Shush, Marco, Marco. Giuliano, if you go near that temple, you go to your death. GIULIANO: Then what do you suggest? DOCTOR: The Brothers are still absorbing power. Gather together all the men you can, carpenters, stonemasons, soldiers, and block every entrance to the palace. Turn it into a fortress. Because when the Brethren attck, you're going to need one. GIULIANO: I'll explain it all, Marco. We'll see to it at once. SARAH: Barricades aren't going to be enough to stop those Brethren. DOCTOR: Anything to give us time. I need time to think. Anyway, his power isn't complete yet. SARAH: What do you mean? DOCTOR: Well, so far DOCTOR: The only helix energy is what we brought with us. SARAH: You mean there's more to come? DOCTOR: Yes, tomorrow night, when Mandragora swallows the Moon. SARAH: Listen, I came here with you, remember? SARAH: You don't have to use that fifteenth century doubletalk with me. I speaka da pretty good Inglish. DOCTOR: I'm just telling you what he told me. SARAH: Who? DOCTOR: Hieronymous. (quietly) When Mandragora swallows the Moon, that's when they'll strike. SARAH: I know, but what does it mean. DOCTOR: Yes, just about adequate. Pity, another fifty years we could have used Galileo's. SARAH: Where are you going now? GIULIANO: Quickly, men, they're needed at the west gate. MARCO: Sire. GIULIANO: Marco, what is it? MARCO: It's gn. GIULIANO: What's gn? MARCO: The Brethren. They're driving people from the town. GIULIANO: Are you sure of this? MARCO: Those who refuse to leave are being destroyed by bolts of fre. They've brought the forces of darkness out of those devilish catacombs. GIULIANO: So, we're isolated now. Just the few of us left in this palace. MARCO: Some of whom are the most precious heads in all Europe. GIULIANO: Do they know what we face? MARCO: I think they have some fear that all is not well. Their personal guards keep close. And the King of Naples asked the reason for all the noise. I sent back word it was in preparation for the masque. GIULIANO: The masque! I'd forgotten the day. Marco, it must be cancelled. MARCO: Would you explain to your peers that your accession cannot be celebrated because of a pagan uprising? GIULIANO: The masque cannot be held, Marco. It's too dangerous. MARCO: I have seen our defences, sire. This palace could be held against an army and the Brothers are not an army, they're a fanatical rabble. GIULIANO: Who can kll with bolts of fre. MARCO: Simple trickery. Hieronymous was always a cunning old fox. And do not forget, my Lord, we have wapon of our own. GIULIANO: I don't know, Marco. MARCO: Giuliano, you're the ruler now, the leader. If you're seen to falter at the first challenge, you may lose everything. There are eyes watching you. There are those who will go from here saying that the Duke of San Martino is weak, ready to be toppled. Better trust to your guards and hold the masque as though all was normal. GIULIANO: Oh, you speak sense as always, dear Marco. But all is not normal, you and I both know it. I'll seek the Doctor's advice. Where is he? MARCO: In Hieronymous' room. He's been there since this morning. But what he does there, I know not. DOCTOR: Astrolabe, Sarah. SARAH: Hmm? DOCTOR: Astrolabe. SARAH: What? DOCTOR: Medieval sextant. Come on. SARAH: All right. What are you trying to do? DOCTOR: I'm trying to make this thing work exactly. Roughly won't do at all. Unfortunately, the alidade's almost a whole degree out. Compensate for error and convert to the Copernican system. DOCTOR: Seventeen from sixty. SARAH: Forty three. DOCTOR: I've got it. SARAH: Well? DOCTOR: Forty three minutes and eight seconds past nine. SARAH: What? DOCTOR: Mandragora swallows the Moon. In other words, a lunar eclipse. SARAH: And that's when the Brethren will attck. DOCTOR: Yes. More important, it's when all this could become man's only science. SARAH: Astrology? You mean when Mars in in the House of the Ram and all that nonsense? DOCTOR: Nonsense? It isn't nonsense, miss. Just you remember what Hieronymous did to you. Mandragora doesn't conquer in the physical sense. It dominates and controls by Helix energy, astral force. It takes away from man the only thing worth having. SARAH: Which is? DOCTOR: Well, a sense of purpose, what else? The ability granted to every intelligent species to shape its own destiny. Once let Mandragora gain control, and man's ambition wouldn't stretch beyond the next meal. It'll turn you into sheep. Idle, mindless, useless sheep. SARAH: Yes, all right. All right, I'm convinced. But what can we do? GIULIANO: Doctor, I must speak SARAH: Shush. It's all right, he's only thinking. GIULIANO: Thinking? SARAH: I think. GIULIANO: I wanted to ask his advice. DOCTOR: All or nothing. I'll have to risk it. GIULIANO: Doctor DOCTOR: Hello, it's nice to see you. Listen, if it's ionised plasma, it's molecular and by now must be spread pretty thinly among Hieronymous and the Brethren. Exhaust it. Exhaust it, that's the answer. GIULIANO: Doctor, I have a question. DOCTOR: Could you get me one of these and a length of wire? GIULIANO: What, wire? DOCTOR: Yes, wire. It must be at least a hundred and fifty years since wire-drawing machines were invented. There must be some about the place? GIULIANO: Well, if you spoke to the palace armourer DOCTOR: Good idea, I'll do that. What was your question? GIULIANO: I wanted to ask you about the masque tonight. Everything's arranged, but it could still be cancelled if you DOCTOR: You're going to hold a dance? GIULIANO: Well, only if you don't think it's too dangerous. DOCTOR: Dangerous? My dear Duke, you've got lots of guests to entertain. Of course you must hold a hop. Sarah will love it. Ask her. SARAH: Oh yes, just my scene. DOCTOR: And Giuliano, save me a costume. I love a knees-up. PRIEST: The town is empty, great one. Not a living creature larger than a cat remains within the walls. HIERONYMOUS: It is well. The hour approaches fast. PRIEST: What is your plan, great one? HIERONYMOUS: The plan of Mandragora. I am but a vessel for those who hold dominion over the cosmos. PRIEST: The mighty sky gods. What would they have us do, Master? HIERONYMOUS: This time and place were well chosen. Assembled in the palace are many scholars, many rulers and nobles. Tonight they are to be destroyed. All of them. In this way shall be established the power and supremacy of those masters we serve. PRIEST: The Duke has deployed many soldiers. All the entrances to the palace are fortified and heavily guarded, Master. HIERONYMOUS: There is still an entrance they know nothing of. Bring me ten of the Brethren. I will take them to the place. Tonight there is a masque in the Duke's honour. We will provide the entertainers. DOCTOR: Good. Now the coat. I don't want this to show. Thank you. DOCTOR: How do I look? SARAH: Putting on weight, are you? What's that in aid of? DOCTOR: A little plan. Leave the wire. SARAH: Giuliano sent you these to choose from. DOCTOR: That looks as if it would be very becoming, eh? SARAH: Well, I think it's ridiculous talking about fancy dress. I mean, we're in such terrible danger. SARAH: Oh, stop being so silly. DOCTOR: Remember the French at Agincourt. SARAH: But they lost. You know, the worse the situation, the worse your jokes get. DOCTOR: I think I'll settle for the lion. SARAH: Things are bad, aren't they? DOCTOR: Yes. SARAH: Very bad? DOCTOR: Desperately bad, but we can only do our best and hope. You coming? SARAH: Yep. DOCTOR: Marco, is Leonardo among that lot? MARCO: Those are the entertainers. DOCTOR: I don't think I'm ever going to meet Leonardo. Will you open up the dungeon entrance, please? MARCO: I'll see to it at once, Doctor. DOCTOR: Thank you. Sarah? I want you to stay here and keep an eye on this lot. SARAH: What? What for? DOCTOR: A Time Lord has to do what a Time Lord has to do. Besides, you're not equipped. SARAH: But you said it was dangerous. DOCTOR: Did I? Oh, yes. SARAH: Well, is it dangerous? DOCTOR: Well, only if I guess wrong, and then it's fatal. SARAH: Oh! Look, I wish you'd stop giving me flip answers. DOCTOR: All right, listen. Negatively charged high energy particles follow magnetic lines of force, yes? SARAH: Yes. DOCTOR: Therefore, if I've guessed correctly about the nature of Helix energy, I should be able to drain it off. SARAH: But what if you've guessed wrong? DOCTOR: When did I ever guess wrong about anything? SARAH: (quietly) Lots of times. PRIEST: The masque has gn. Shall I order our brothers to surround the palace, Master? HIERONYMOUS: Yes. k*ll all who try to escape. PRIEST: The others are inside. HIERONYMOUS: Concealed from prying eyes. They await only my signal. PRIEST: Glory to Demnos. HIERONYMOUS: And to Mandragora. MARCO: Sire. GIULIANO: Marco, what is it? MARCO: I've had a report from the guards. The Brethren. GIULIANO: What of them? MARCO: They're all around the palace. It's as though they're waiting for something. GIULIANO: What could it be? A signal? MARCO: Perhaps. They're just standing silently, in the shadows. GIULIANO: Is Hieronymous with them? MARCO: He's not been seen, my lord. GIULIANO: I don't like it, Marco. Even our guests sense that something's wrong. MARCO: It'll be a very good night, sire. Our walls are thick and solid, and our guards well trained. A match for any in the land. At least we have your uncle to thank for that. GIULIANO: So you think we have nothing to fear? MARCO: I think by dawn Hieronymous and his followers will have realised their mistake, and they will leave San Martino to search for easier pickings elsewhere. If needs be, sire, we can hold out here for a month. And long before that, the armies of neighbouring states will have come to our aid. SARAH: (quietly) Have you seen the Doctor? GIULIANO: No. SARAH: What's keeping him? He's been gone for ages. MARCO: It was gone eight of the evening when I told the guard. SARAH: All this waiting, not knowing what's happening to him. It's worse than being with him. SARAH: Oh, me? HIERONYMOUS: You profane the sacred stone. DOCTOR: Hello, there. Had a hard day in the catacombs, have you? HIERONYMOUS: You profane the sacred stone! DOCTOR: Oh, come off it, Hieronymous. You know who I am. You can drop all that bosh about sacred stones and profanity. Just be your natural horrid self. HIERONYMOUS: Why have you come here, Time Lord? DOCTOR: Would you believe it? I had no choice. HIERONYMOUS: Had it not been you, there would have been other travellers drawn into Mandragora Helix. Earth had to be possessed. Unchecked, man's curiosity might lead him away from this planet until ultimately the galaxy might not contain him, and we of Mandragora will not allow a rival power within our domain. DOCTOR: Well, you see, that's a great pity because I can't allow you to interfere with Earth's progress. HIERONYMOUS: You arrogant dolt! How dare you oppose the might of Mandragora! DOCTOR: It's part of a Time Lord's job to insist on justice for all species. HIERONYMOUS: Then you will be swept aside like the dirt that you are. Die, Doctor. DOCTOR: Time Lords don't die that easily, Hieronymous. HIERONYMOUS: I shall crush you! HIERONYMOUS: Now die. Now! DOCTOR: Come on, Hieronymous. You can do better than that. Come on, Heironymous. HIERONYMOUS: Mandragora, help me! DOCTOR: Come on. SARAH: No sign of the Doctor? GIULIANO: Not yet. SARAH: Well something must have happened to him. GIULIANO: Maybe he's hear already, wearing his costume. SARAH: No, he'd have let us know. Doctor! SARAH: Doctor, what happened? Where've you been? Oh, stop playing the fool and tell me what happened? Doctor? It is you? HEIRONYMOUS: Stop! Stop, brothers. The final sacrifice must be made in our temple. Bring the victims of Mandragora down. GIULIANO: The Brethren. We've been tricked, betrayed! FIGURE: Silence! Take them below. SARAH: The eclipse! Look, it's beginning. HIERONYMOUS: Now Mandragora swallows the Moon. Now, as it was written, the power of Mandragora will flood the Earth. Mandragora, we your servants welcome you. Bestow your power upon us that we may rule over the whole of your dominion. SARAH: Doctor! DOCTOR: Well, I thought that was rather clever. (Hieronymous) A case of energy squared. It puts Mandragora back to square one. (normal) Well, don't just stand there, I'm in the market for congratulations. (Hieronymous) I wouldn't even say no to a salami sandwich. DOCTOR: Goodbye, Giuliano. GIULIANO: Goodbye, Doctor. DOCTOR: This is lovely salami. Thank you. GIULIANO: Oh, it's we who should thank you. Won't you reconsider? DOCTOR: I'm already committed, sorry. GIULIANO: There's so much we could learn from you. DOCTOR: It'll all come in time. Keep an open mind. That's the secret. SARAH: Goodbye, Giuliano. DOCTOR: Come on, Sarah. SARAH: Oh! Coming. Hey, thanks for inviting me to the ball. Smashing. SARAH: Hey, what did you think of Leonardo? DOCTOR: Leonardo? Leonardo who? SARAH: Leonardo da Vinci. DOCTOR: Oh, that Leonardo. No, I didn't get to see him. Good thing, too. SARAH: Oh? Why? DOCTOR: Well, his submarine design wasn't exactly practical, you know. SARAH: Oh, poor Giuliano. He looked so wistful. DOCTOR: Yes. SARAH: Will he have any more trouble from Mandragora? DOCTOR: No, he won't, but the Earth will. Their constellation will be in position to try again in about five hundred years. SARAH: Five hundred years. That takes us to just about the end of the twentieth century. DOCTOR: That's right. Now that was an interesting century. SARAH: What do you mean, was? DOCTOR: Come on.	{"type": "series", "show": "Doctor Who", "episode": "14x04 - The Masque of Mandragora - part 4"}	foreverdreaming
THE HAND OF FEAR BY: BOB BAKER AND DAVE MARTIN Part One Original Air Date: 2 October 1976 Running time: 24:50 ROKON (OOV.): Eldrad, the traitor, destroyer of the barriers, sentenced to obliteration. Eldrad. ROKON (OOV.): Command to Dome Six. Command to Dome Six. ROKON (OOV.): Central Command to Outer Dome Six, report. Module status report immediately, Technic Obarl. ROKON (OOV.): Technic Obarl! Technic Obarl! ZAZZKA: Commander Zazzka here. Technic Obarl no longer operational. Orb temperature continues to fall. ROKON (OOV.): Report module status, immediate. ZAZZKA: Obliteration module on course and normal function. Now nineteen spans into mission. ROKON (OOV.): Computed time to detonation. ZAZZKA: Obliteration module will reach designated detonation point beyond all solar systems in six spans, approximate. ROKON (OOV.): Commander Zazzka, what is the barrier condition? ZAZZKA: Deteriorating. ROKON (OOV.): The north has already fallen. When the south barrier collapses, temperature loss will intensify. ZAZZKA: Then surface operations will no longer be possible. ROKON (OOV.): Confirmed. These are new orders. The module is to be triggered now, before control is lost completely. ZAZZKA: But King Rokon, sire. Total obliteration of the traitor Eldrad was ordered. ROKON (OOV.): Yes, yes. ZAZZKA: Computations indicate that at nineteen spans, there is still a one in three million chance of particle survival. ROKON (OOV.): We have no choice, Zazzka. Carry out new orders. ZAZZKA: Affirmative. ZAZZKA: Obliteration module destroyed. Awaiting further orders. ROKON (OOV.): Evacuate observation dome. Immediate. SARAH: Oh. Listen, I don't want to make any snap decisions, but this isn't South Croydon. DOCTOR: What? I can't hear you for the siren. SARAH: This isn't South Croydon! DOCTOR: All right, there's no need to shout. Hold this. DOCTOR: Now watch. SARAH: Good for you. DOCTOR: Is it nice in South Croydon? SARAH: What? It's a paradise compared to this dump. I bet we're not even on Earth. DOCTOR: Well, maybe the season hasn't started yet. SARAH: What? DOCTOR: Do you have a season in South Croydon? SARAH: Come on, where are we? DOCTOR: We're in a quarry. SARAH: Yes, I know we're in a quarry, but where? DOCTOR: Well, how do I know? I don't know all the quarries that DOCTOR: Maybe he knows. ABBOTT: Get out of it! Go on, get out of it! Quick! Get out of the way! No, Mike! Mike, no! DOCTOR: Maybe he knows South Croydon. Does he look as if he comes from South SARAH: What? Siren! Run, Doctor! ABBOTT: How the blazes did you get in here? DOCTOR: What? ABBOTT: Didn't you see the signs, the flags? Well, you must have heard the hooter. Are you all right? DOCTOR: My friend's under that. ABBOTT: Oi, you lot! Get down here! And get an ambulance! ABBOTT: Look, I don't want to sound heartless, but, well, I'm not taking responsibility. You had no right in here. SARAH: Ow. I can't move. Doctor! Doctor, please, help. Doc. QUARRYMAN: I think she's over here. DOCTOR: Steady, steady. DOCTOR: She's here. Now, gently, gently. ABBOTT: Mind how you go. Could be something else down there. QUARRYMAN: Keep it coming. Here we are, that does it. ABBOTT: Is she all right? DOCTOR: She's still breathing. ABBOTT: What? DOCTOR: I said, she's still breathing. ABBOTT: What on Earth? She won't let it go. DOCTOR: Never mind about that. Get her off to the hospital, and quick. Come on. ABBOTT: You ought to get yourself seen to, mate. DOCTOR: Yeah. I'll talk to you later. DOCTOR: Ow! INTERN: Did that hurt? DOCTOR: Oh no, no. INTERN: Wonderful thing, pain. Without pain, no race could survive. DOCTOR: I'm well aware of that. INTERN: Autonomic defence mechanism. DOCTOR: Yes. Tell me, how's Miss Smith? Sarah Jane Smith. We came in together. INTERN: She is still unconscious, but there's no need to worry. We have found no serious physical injury. DOCTOR: Paralysis? INTERN: Not as far as I know. You are a doctor yourself? DOCTOR: Well, sort of, yes. INTERN: How do you do? INTERN: Tell me, where did you qualify, if I may ask? DOCTOR: A place called Gallifrey. INTERN: Gallifrey? No, I've not heard of it. Perhaps it's in Ireland. DOCTOR: Probably. Look, could I see Miss Smith, please? INTERN: I'd like you to take a look at Miss Smith. INTERN: Thank you, nurse. INTERN: She is still in shock. She's not under sedation. We gave her just a simple anti-tetanus. DOCTOR: Anti-tetanus? INTERN: Yes. If you care to examine your friend's left hand and forearm, you will find there's considerable muscular contraction. DOCTOR: Yes, you're right. Solid as a rock. INTERN: Just in the hand and forearm. Perhaps it's a psychological reaction to stress, and the object to which she was holding on to. DOCTOR: Did you see it? INTERN: No. It was sent direct to Doctor Carter in the path lab. Our concern here is with the living. DOCTOR: Hmm. Where is the path lab? INTERN: Just follow the signs saying pathology. DOCTOR: Will you let me know when she comes round, please? INTERN: All right. CARTER: Histology, that's what you need. DOCTOR: What do you think of these plate, Doctor? CARTER: Oh, not much. There's no tissue differentiation. No blood, no muscle. No indication of any living organism whatsoever. You see, you usually get some idea of structure from a fossil, but with this there's nothing. Ah, now look at this. DOCTOR: Yes, it's beautiful. CARTER: Yes, but it has nothing to do with clinical pathology. DOCTOR: Does that crystalline lattice remind you of anything? CARTER: It's geodetic, that's about all. As I say, what you need is a histologist or a geologist. DOCTOR: It's silicon based. CARTER: I'm sorry? DOCTOR: So how many living forms do you know with a silicon based molecular infrastructure? CARTER: None. If it was, it would be made of stone. Oh, I think this is some kind of elaborate hoax. Always dreaming up something, you know, students. DOCTOR: Have we got access to an electron microscope, Doctor? CARTER: Why, what do you think it is? DOCTOR: I don't know yet, but it's no hoax, Doctor Carter. CARTER: Great Scott. You must have pulled a few strings to get hold of this. Virology usually hangs on to it like grim death. What did you tell them? DOCTOR: I said we were investigating certain extraterrestrial possibilities. CARTER: Such as? DOCTOR: Such as viral infection on this planet. CARTER: You're not serious, are you? DOCTOR: Yes. I admit it's a fairly remote possibility. Viruses can survive, though not for a hundred and fifty million years as far as we know. Now this thing was found embedded in a stratum of blackstone dolomite. CARTER: What? DOCTOR: Jurassic limestone. CARTER: You mean it's been there for a hundred and fifty million years? DOCTOR: Yes. CARTER: How did it get there? Man didn't exist in Jurassic times. DOCTOR: That's true. Would you prepare me another slide, please? CARTER: Oh, sure. DOCTOR: I think the answer might lie in the quarry. CARTER: Well, good luck. CARTER: What the devil do you think you're. Miss Smith! Are you feeling better? SARAH: Eldrad. Eldrad must live. WOMAN (OOV.): It is his will that all shall obey. None must interfere. ABBOTT: Yea, well, this is the stratum it came from, here. DOCTOR: Did you find anything else in the rubble? ABBOTT: If there was anything else, it must've been here a hundred and fifty million years. We often get ammonite shells and things, but DOCTOR: Any plastic? ABBOTT: Plastic? DOCTOR: Yes, plastic. ABBOTT: You're joking. DOCTOR: No. Spaceships can be made of plastic, ceramic, metal. ABBOTT: A spaceship all that time ago? DOCTOR: Yes. Lifeforms don't all exist at the same time, you know. ABBOTT: So you reckon this fellow copped it in a crash, like? DOCTOR: Unless, of course, it just came fluttering down by itself. But why? And from where? ABBOTT: Yeah. Well, I'll let you get on with it then, eh? DOCTOR: Yes. And where was it going? CARTER: Reception? Doctor Carter here. Now listen. The dark haired young woman wearing some pink-striped overalls. Yes, pink-striped overalls. Yes, just like Andy Pandy. Well, she's on her way out. She's stolen something from my lab. Well, hold her, will you, and call the police. What do you mean, she left an hour ago? Why, it's only just a few. Good grief. CARTER: Right. Thank you. DOCTOR: Carter, you haven't seen Miss Smith, have you? CARTER: Yes, I have! DOCTOR: Good. Where? CARTER: Tell me, does she normally go around knocking people out? DOCTOR: Eh? What do you mean? CARTER: Well, she was standing over there and when I spoke to her she turned round, said something like somebody must live, then there was a flash and I, I don't remember anything else. But she's stolen the hand. DOCTOR: What? You mean she ht you? CARTER: Well, I suppose she must have done. I've been on to reception. They're looking for her. DOCTOR: Yes, of course. CARTER: Did you find anything at the quarry? DOCTOR: What? CARTER: Did you find anything at the quarry? DOCTOR: No, no, negative evidence. No fragments, which means whatever it was didn't crash. But we can see from the fracture lines on this sample there was an explsin. CARTER: If there was an explsin it was millions of years ago. DOCTOR: Yes, and probably millions of miles away. Intriguing, isn't it? CARTER: Yes, but it still doesn't explain why your Miss Smith should want it, does it. DOCTOR: Perhaps it wanted Miss Smith. CARTER: What? DOCTOR: Well, she's the only human being to have had any contact with it for any length of time. Probably the only living organism to have had any contact with it since the event. CARTER: It was petrified. Totally inert. dad. DOCTOR: Inert, yes, dad, maybe not. CARTER: I thought there was a strange type of subatomic structure to the crystal formation. A bit like a double helix, you know. DNA molecule. CARTER: Great Scott! DOCTOR: What is it? CARTER: It's changed. DOCTOR: Eh? CARTER: What's happened to the electron charge? DOCTOR: You mean it didn't look like that before? CARTER: No. DOCTOR: You know what I think? CARTER: What? DOCTOR: I think your sample's been quietly absorbing radiation from the machine. CARTER: Absorbing radiation? DOCTOR: Yes. Regenerating itself. Let's hope it hasn't absorbed enough to be dangerous. Put it somewhere safe, Carter, away from any further radiation. CARTER: Right, will do. DOCTOR: Carter! CARTER: What? DOCTOR: Where's the nearest nuclear reactor? GUARD: Stop or we fre. TECH: Hey, miss. MAN (OOV.): Emergency, emergency. All personnel proceed immediately to your safe areas. Proceed immediately to your safe areas. This is not an exercise. MAN (OOV.): Repeat, this is not an exercise. I will repeat that. Emergency, emergency. All personnel proceed immediately to your safe areas. Proceed immediately to your safe areas. This is not an exercise. Repeat.	{"type": "series", "show": "Doctor Who", "episode": "14x05 - The Hand of Fear - part 1"}	foreverdreaming
THE HAND OF FEAR BY: BOB BAKER AND DAVE MARTIN Part Two Original Air Date: 9 October 1976 Running time: 24:48 WATSON: Driscoll, can we lose some of this noise. DRISCOLL: With you in a minute, sir. WATSON: Lose some of this noise. I can't hear myself think in here. WATSON: I want this damned racket stopped! JACKSON: I'm doing my best, sir. MAN (OOV.): Repeat, this is not an exercise. MAN (OOV.): I will repeat that. Emergency, emergency. All personnel proceed immediately to your safe areas. MAN (OOV.): Proceed immediately to your safe areas. GUARD: Where did they go? MAN (OOV.): Repeat, this is not an exercise. CARTER: This way out. DOCTOR: No, no, this way in. CARTER: But we could have been sht. DOCTOR: But we weren't, were we. Come on, let's find the control centre. MAN (OOV.): All personnel proceed immediately to your safe areas. Proceed immediately to your safe area. SARAH: Yes. Yes. I understand. MAN (OOV.): Repeat, this is not an exercise. MAN (OOV.): I will repeat that. Emergency, emergency. WATSON: Will you shut up! MAN (OOV.): Proceed immediately to your safe areas. WATSON: Thank you. Now listen, all of you. Miss Jackson, start emergency shutdown procedures. JACKSON: Yes, sir. WATSON: Attention all personnel. Attention all personnel. An emergency exists in the neutron fission reactor in sector four. Now this is a deliberate act of sabotage. Some idiot, some suicidal maniac, a young woman, has infiltrated the complex. Now she has already knocked out two of our personnel and has locked herself in the outer chamber of the reactor core. WATSON (OOV.): This could well be an act of self-immolation by a member of some extremist group. WATSON (OOV.): Or it could be that she has the technical ability to render the pile critical and effect the destruction of this entire establishment. WATSON: Now we have already started emergency shutdown operations to enable us to try and get her out of there, so carry on. WATSON: How's it coming along? JACKSON: Shutdown proceeding, but nothing on the neutron core. WATSON: That means she does know something about it. JACKSON: Yes. WATSON: Get a team of men suited up, and see that they're armed. JACKSON: Yes, sir. Mister Driscoll, get a team of men suited up and armed, and get her out of there. DRISCOLL: I'll do it. WATSON: Who the devil are you? DOCTOR: Are you the top man here? WATSON: Yes. CARTER: We're from the hospital. The girl, you see, she escaped. WATSON: So she is a lunatic. DOCTOR: Oh, no, I wouldn't say that. She's certainly not WATSON: She's mad. She's stark, staring, raving mad. DOCTOR: Oh, not necessarily. WATSON: We have a full emergency scale here DOCTOR: Do you mind if I talk to her for a moment? WATSON: And we haven't got time for the bedside manner. Now please keep out of my way. Are those men suited up yet? MAN (OOV.): Eldrad must live. DOCTOR: Can you punch up the plan for this building on this machine? JACKSON: Yes. WATSON: Miss Jackson. Find out what's delaying that radiation team. JACKSON: Yes, sir. DOCTOR: Ah. JACKSON: The manual locks are jammed. They can't get past the fission room doors. WATSON: What's the shutdown situation? JACKSON: All okay, except for the one she's on. WATSON: What levels are we getting in there? JACKSON: She's soaking up enough roentgens to kll a herd of elephants. DOCTOR: Oh, at least, at least. WATSON: I thought I told you to get out of here. Hey, you in the fission room. Can you hear me? I am the director of this establishment. DOCTOR: Her name's Smith. Miss Smith. WATSON: Miss Smith, listen very carefully. Your life is in great danger and so are the lives of many other innocent people. DOCTOR: Could I WATSON: Now what is it you want? DOCTOR: Could I speak to her? WATSON: Can you hear me? What is it you want? DOCTOR: Could I speak to her for a moment? WATSON: I doubt very much whether she'd listen. JACKSON: The level's rising, sir. There's no way we can stop it. WATSON: That means she's had it. All right, I want a full scale evacuation. Every person within a radius of twelve miles. DOCTOR: Sarah, listen to me. Can you hear me, Sarah? WATSON: Get in touch with Whitehall and tell them we've got a full scale emergency. DOCTOR: Sarah, can you hear me? WATSON: Look, we have a full emergency down here. SARAH (OOV.): It's no use. DOCTOR: Sarah, listen to me. SARAH: No, there's nothing more to say because Eldrad must live. WATSON: What did she say? DOCTOR: Shush, shush, shush. SARAH (OOV.): Eldrad must live. MAN (OOV.): Eldrad must live. DOCTOR: Who is Eldrad, Sarah? WATSON: Some assassin, no doubt. DOCTOR: Shush. JACKSON: Yes. DOCTOR: Sarah, who is Eldrad? What does he want? WOMAN (OOV.): Eldrad must live. Eldrad the creator, the saviour. DOCTOR (OOV.): Sarah, what does he want? WOMAN (OOV.): Eldrad must live. SARAH: Eldrad must live. DOCTOR: Sarah. Keep her talking. I'm going in there. WATSON: But how can you? All those door locks are jammed. DOCTOR: Look, the plans to your cooling duct. JACKSON: But the temperature inside the cooling duct is over two hundred degrees centigrade. WATSON: You'll roast, man. DOCTOR: Not if I'm quick. CARTER: I must come with you. DOCTOR: No, there's no need. You'd roast. WATSON: All because of that stupid woman. MAN (OOV.): You must. She will need help. WOMAN (OOV.): It is the law. Eldrad must live. WATSON: Blast. She's turned it off. WATSON: Can you hear me, Miss Smith? Miss Smith? WATSON: Video maintenance? I want an engineer to try and bypass the closed circuit television in the fission room. JACKSON: Well, has Special Branch got anything? We don't know. JACKSON: Yes, thank you. WATSON: Anything? JACKSON: Nothing from Intelligence, either. WATSON: No. JACKSON: Shouldn't we begin to think of getting to a safe area? WATSON: Yes. Yes, all right, you go. JACKSON: But we must WATSON: One of us has got to stay here as long as there's a chance. There's no point in two of us JACKSON: I'm staying. WATSON: That's an order. CARTER: Eldrad must live. DOCTOR: What? CARTER: It is the law. There must be no interference with the design! Eldrad must live! WATSON: Hello, Susie? Hello, darling. Is mummy there? Oh, did you? Well, your headmistress must have been very pleased. No, no, super. Super. Get mummy for me, would you? Hello, love. Well, it's just to let you know I've got to stay on at the Complex for a while. Yes, it looks like it. No, no, there isn't anything wrong, it's just that, well, I thought I'd let you know where I was. DOCTOR: Eldrad must live. Eldrad must live. Eldrad must live. DOCTOR: So sorry, Sarah. WATSON: Goodbye. And kiss the children for me, would you? Yes. Yes, goodbye. DOCTOR (OOV.): Professor Watson, can you hear me? WATSON: Yes. DOCTOR (OOV.): Professor Watson, can you hear me? WATSON: Yes, is that you, Doctor? DOCTOR (OOV.): Yes. WATSON: What's happened? DOCTOR (OOV.): Is everything under control? WATSON: Yes, just about, but, are you all right? And Miss Smith, is she still alive? DOCTOR (OOV.): I hope so. We're in Decontamination now. WATSON: I'll be down right away. DOCTOR (OOV.): Good. WATSON: I've just got a few things to sort out up here. Well done, Doctor. Attention all staff, attention all staff. The reactor is now under control, so return to your posts. Video maintenance, check the monitoring of that reactor room, would you please? SARAH: My legs DOCTOR: Shush. You're all right, Sarah, you're all right. Shush, shush, shush. SARAH: Oh, I'm in a hospital. DOCTOR: Well, of sorts, yes. SARAH: I thought I was buried alive. DOCTOR: Sarah SARAH: Ow. DOCTOR: What's the last thing you remember? SARAH: My chin hurts. DOCTOR: Come on, what's the last thing you remember? SARAH: Er, someone held out a hand to me. I thought it was you. And when I touched it, it was cold. It was cold. I thought you'd been crushed too, and must have passed out. What was it? DOCTOR: Do you remember me digging you out and taking you to the hospital? The fossil? SARAH: No. DOCTOR: Do you remember Doctor Carter? SARAH: Who? DOCTOR: Carter. WATSON: What the devil do you think you're doing here! DOCTOR: Just a minute, Professor, she doesn't remember a thing about WATSON: Oh, very convenient, I must say. DOCTOR: It's much more complicated than it seems. WATSON: Complicated? She nearly caused a major nuclear disaster! DOCTOR: I know, I know. SARAH: Doctor, what DOCTOR: Shush. I don't think we can blame her for it. WATSON: Doctor, I realise she's a patient of yours, but diminished responsibility or not, the fact remains that she walked into the reactor room. JACKSON: How did you get her out? DOCTOR: I'll come to that in a minute. Just look at these readings. Stay there. Lie down, Sarah. DOCTOR: No trace of radioactivity whatsoever. JACKSON: She was exposed to enough direct radiation DOCTOR: I know, enough to kll a school of whales, but there she is, unscathed. SARAH: Excuse me. Does this involve me? DOCTOR: Yes. SARAH: Then will one of you please tell me what I'm supposed to have done? WATSON: I think we'd all like an explanation. JACKSON: Yes. DOCTOR: You won't believe me, I warn you. WATSON: Just try me. DOCTOR: Doctor Carter's dad, unfortunately. WATSON: dad? DOCTOR: Yes, he tried to kll me. He tried to push me over. Look, I'll start at the beginning. SARAH: Good. DOCTOR: We found a hand in the quarry. Or rather, she found a hand in the quarry. DOCTOR: That Eldrad must live. SARAH: I really said that? DOCTOR: Yes, you said Eldrad, Eldrad must live. WATSON: And this Eldrad, this, this hand, absorbed all the radiation and left Miss Smith unharmed? Is that what you're saying? DOCTOR: Yes, it seems to absorb radiation the same way as we do oxygen. WATSON: So this is a living thing? DOCTOR: Living? It's not only living, it's regenerating. WATSON: But if your hypothesis is correct DRISCOLL: Reactor monitor operating, sir. WATSON: But that's incredible. DOCTOR: Yes. WATSON: The first thing to do is get it out of there. Put it in a sealed container of some kind. DOCTOR: Exactly. Then we can study it, see what makes it tick. WATSON: Driscoll. DOCTOR: Shall I go with him? WATSON: No, I'd rather you stayed here with me, Doctor. Driscoll is familiar with the systems and you've been in once. You never know. DRISCOLL: And I'm wearing a radiation suit. DOCTOR: I don't think radiation's the danger. WATSON: Good. He'll bring it down to the decontamination room. We'll meet in there. WATSON: It's just unbelievable. DOCTOR: Yes, there's no radiation. It absorbs it to rebuild tissue, see? The finger's already been replaced. WATSON: We'd better lock it away before it absorbs more energy. DRISCOLL: I'll see to it. SARAH: Careful. That's not as armless as it looks. DOCTOR: What happened to the ring you used on Carter and the guards, Sarah? SARAH: I'm sorry, I don't know. I can't remember. DOCTOR: It must still be there. Driscoll? Driscoll? DRISCOLL: Yes, sir? DOCTOR: There should have been a small crystal ring, about so big, in the reactor room. DRISCOLL: I didn't see anything, sir. DOCTOR: Oh. DRISCOLL: Should I go back and have another look, sir? DOCTOR: Would you mind? She must have dropped it when I dragged her out. WATSON: Yes, all right. Yes, Driscoll, I'll contact you in the control room. DRISCOLL: Yes, sir. DOCTOR: Sarah. SARAH: Hmm? What? DOCTOR: Sit down. SARAH: What? DOCTOR: Now listen. I want you to concentrate. SARAH: Oh no, that's not fair. Not again. DOCTOR: Now, Sarah. Eldrad. Tell me about Eldrad. WATSON: Driscoll, did you find anything? DRISCOLL (on monitor): I can't see anything yet, sir. DOCTOR: But why, Sarah? Come on, why? Tell me why. SARAH: Eldrad must live. We must obey. DOCTOR: Who are we, Sarah? SARAH: We who've seen the light of Kastria. DOCTOR: Who saw the light? Did Carter see the light? SARAH: Eldrad must live. DRISCOLL: Professor Watson? WATSON (OOV.): Yes? DRISCOLL: There's nothing here, sir. WATSON (OOV.): All right, leave it. And you'd better come out of there. DRISCOLL: Right, sir. MAN (OOV.): Eldrad must live. DOCTOR: Tell me more, Sarah. SARAH: No more. DOCTOR: Tell me more. SARAH: No more. Eldrad must live. DOCTOR: Sarah. There's no need to obey the will of Eldrad. Put him out of your mind. You're free of him. SARAH: I'm free of him. DOCTOR: Yes. DOCTOR: Come on. SARAH: Eldrad must live. DOCTOR: What? SARAH: Just testing. WATSON: No joy from Driscoll, I'm afraid. DOCTOR: What do you mean, no joy? WATSON: He hasn't found that ring. DOCTOR: It must have been up there and he must have found it. WATSON: Why didn't he say? DOCTOR: Because if affects the will of people who've been in contact with it. Remember Carter? He tried to k*ll me. WATSON: Then we are in trouble. GUARD: Security to Control. GUARD (OOV.): Decontamination area. I've got something weird here. WATSON: Go ahead, Security. GUARD (OOV.): Some kind of banging and thumping from the contamination safe. WATSON: My God. He's put the hand in there. SARAH: So? WATSON: Well, that's where we keep the radiated material and the test samples. DOCTOR: We're going to have to shift it. It'll be gaining strength. WATSON: It can't do any harm. It can't open it from the inside. DOCTOR: I hope you're right. GUARD (OOV.): What shall I do, sir? DOCTOR: Tell him I'm on my way. WATSON (OOV.): Look, someone is on the way down. Now listen, there shouldn't be any danger, but keep an eye on it. GUARD: Yes, sir, will do. Ah, Driscoll. Warm in there, was it? GUARD: Turn around. You're all right. You're clear. Driscoll, what do you reckon this is? MAN (OOV.): Eldrad must live. DOCTOR: Driscoll. DOCTOR: Driscoll! Driscoll! Driscoll! DOCTOR: Hello, Professor Watson? WATSON (OOV.): Yes, Doctor. Is everything all right? DOCTOR: Shush, listen, listen, listen. Driscoll's got the hand. I'm going down after him. Get out every available man you've got. And send someone down here. There's a guard unconscious. WATSON (OOV.): Right away. GUARD 2: Driscoll, stop! DOCTOR: Driscoll, stop! SARAH: Doctor! You all right? DOCTOR: Yes, I'm fine. WATSON: Where'd he go? DOCTOR: He's going to the core, where else. WATSON: But why? It's all shut down. DOCTOR: It doesn't make any difference. That hand could set off a chain reaction. DOCTOR: You two get back to the control room. I'm going on inside. WATSON: All of you, get out as fast as you can. Come on, get going. Attention all staff, attention all staff. Evacuate the complex immediately. This is an emergency. WATSON (OOV.): Evacuate the complex immediately. This is not an exercise. This is an emergency. WATSON (OOV.): Evacuate the complex immediately. DOCTOR: Quick, get down! WATSON (OOV.): Emergency, emergency. This is not an exercise. Evacuate the complex immediately. WATSON: This is not an exercise. Evacuate the complex immediately.	{"type": "series", "show": "Doctor Who", "episode": "14x06 - The Hand of Fear - part 2"}	foreverdreaming
THE HAND OF FEAR BY: BOB BAKER AND DAVE MARTIN Part Three Original Air Date: 16 October 1976 Running time: 24:22 SARAH: Are we dad? DOCTOR: No. SARAH: Are you sure? DOCTOR: Yes. SARAH: What happened? DOCTOR: Nothing happened. A sort of un-explosion has taken place. SARAH: Un-explosion? DOCTOR: Yes. SARAH: There's no such thing. WATSON: Doctor, Miss Smith, get out of there. The radiation level in there will be lethal. DOCTOR: Oh no, come on in, Watson. Come on in. There's no radiation at all. Look. WATSON: What? DOCTOR: Look. WATSON: Where's Driscoll? DOCTOR: He's in the core. WATSON: But that would have caused a nuclear explsin. DOCTOR: It did, but fortunately it was absorbed. WATSON: But it couldn't! DOCTOR: Oh, it could, it could, and it did. SARAH: There was a sort of un-explosion. WATSON: Un-explosion? DOCTOR: Yes. Fission took place but instead of the explsin going outwards, it went inwards. WATSON: Driscoll? DOCTOR: Driscoll's in the core, probably vapourised. You see, it's feeding on radiation and it's now in control of the core's potential itself. WATSON: You mean that thing in there is still alive? DOCTOR: Very much so, and regenerating. WATSON: Well, it's beyond me. I mean, to what end? DOCTOR: To live, to grow. You see, instead of energy being created from matter, matter is being created from energy. Eldrad is rebuilding himself, and the probability is he'll strike again. WATSON: You mean other reactors? DOCTOR: Who knows? Might as well put these back. SARAH: Yeah, well, that's not going to stop him. DOCTOR: No, but I like to be tidy. SARAH: Oh. WATSON: It's time we got out of here. Fight fre with fre. I'm going to call in the armed forces. Destroy # that thing before it causes any more harm. SARAH: Well, it's our only chance. DOCTOR: Somehow I can't see throwing mssile against that working. SARAH: It's trying to get out! WATSON: Nunton Complex, red alert. That's what I said, red alert. SARAH: Come on, Doctor. DOCTOR: No, no, no, wait a minute, Sarah. Maybe we should try and communicate with Eldrad. SARAH: How, use hand signals? WATSON: All right, we've got ten minutes. Air Command have ordered a tactical nuclear strike to take this place out. DOCTOR: Take it out? WATSON: Yeah, level it. And by God they're keen. DOCTOR: Yes, I'm sure they are. WATSON: Well, we're on an isolated part of the coast. It'll give them a chance to use their stand-off mssile. DOCTOR: Yes, but what do we know about it? WATSON: What? DOCTOR: It's intelligent. SARAH: It's destructive! It's klling people. DOCTOR: An alien lifeforce, shipwrecked on a strange planet. Crystalline, regenerates through irradiation. It's probably afraid. SARAH: It's afraid? I'm afraid! Look, that thing isn't friendly. Let's get out before it does. Look, you said we had ten minutes. WATSON: That was half a minute ago. Come on. SARAH: Right. Doctor! DOCTOR: Fascinating. DOCTOR: This is intensely interesting, don't you? Come on, let's get out of here. WATSON: Come on, man! Leave that! All right, Jim. WATSON: Take cover, everybody! WATSON: Get down, man! WATSON: We'd better take cover. The flash could blind us. Doctor. Doctor, please! Miss Smith, hold your nose and open your mouth. SARAH: What? WATSON: The blast. It could perforate your eardrums. DOCTOR: Any second now. SARAH: Hey, shouldn't something have happened by now? DOCTOR: Yes. WATSON: They fired the mssile. What happened? SARAH: Yeah, what happened? We saw them fired. DOCTOR: They've been neutralised in some way. WATSON: How? DOCTOR: Professor Watson, any being that can live, let alone thrive, inside a nuclear pile, is hardly likely to be deterred by a few primitive mssile. WATSON: But they're the most powerful mssile we have. DOCTOR: On your standards, perhaps. I think we should try much older wapon. SARAH: Like? DOCTOR: Speech. Diplomacy? WATSON: What? DOCTOR: Conversation? Come on, driver, let's go. ELDRAD (OOV.): What is this place? Where have I come to? ELDRAD: Can this be the form of the creatures who have found me and who now seek to destroy me? No matter. They shall fail, as the obliteration has failed. Strange form or not, Eldrad lives, and shall again rule Kastria! DOCTOR: Right, you stay here. I'll go on. Shouldn't take long, one way or the other. SARAH: Good. Let's go then. DOCTOR: Not you. You stay with Professor Watson. WATSON: I think you'd better do as he says this time. SARAH: Yeah. Yeah, you're right. I should. But I'm not going to! WATSON: No! SARAH: I worry about you. Look, anyway, who found that thing? DOCTOR: You did. SARAH: Right. So, I'm involved. It could have been me, not Driscoll, and besides, I'm from Earth and you're not. DOCTOR: That's true. SARAH: Exactly. DOCTOR: Yes, but SARAH: Oh, but what? DOCTOR: I worry about you. SARAH: So, be careful. DOCTOR: We'll both be careful. SARAH: Fine. ELDRAD: You! Come forward. DOCTOR: Hello. You must be Eldrad. I was only going to say, how do you do. ELDRAD: Are you responsible for this stupid attempt to destroy me? DOCTOR: No. Tell me, how did you prevent the mssile from exploding? ELDRAD: I absorbed the energy of the explsin into myself to complete my regeneration. DOCTOR: I thought so. Didn't I say I thought that was it? I thought ELDRAD: You are not of this backward planet. What are you doing here among these primitives? DOCTOR: Well, I'm here to help them. I'm called the Doctor and this is Sarah Jane Smith. Say hello to the lady. SARAH: Hi. DOCTOR: Eldrad DOCTOR (OOV.): Can I ask you the same question? ELDRAD (OOV.): I am Eldrad, creator of Kastria. ELDRAD: Why did you try to destroy me? DOCTOR: You've got it wrong, Eldrad. We're the ones who saved you. ELDRAD: It seems you speak the truth. ELDRAD: Why should they attck me with their primitive devices? DOCTOR: Oh, because they're stubborn and violent and sometimes they try to destroy things they don't understand. ELDRAD (OOV.): Then they must be taught otherwise. DOCTOR (OOV.): You wouldn't be the first one to make that mistake. Others have tried. DOCTOR: Excuse me, I don't want to pry, but could you tell us how you got here? SARAH: We found your hand in a quarry. ELDRAD: I was betrayed. They tried to obliterate me. Now I must return to avenge myself. DOCTOR: What? After all this time? ELDRAD: Explain! DOCTOR: Well, you've been on Earth a hundred and fifty million years, and you've lain dormant all that time. SARAH: Leave him alone. He's telling you the truth! ELDRAD: You are a Time Lord. I have heard of you and the role you play in time and space. DOCTOR: You didn't need to do that. I would have told you. ELDRAD: Unfortunately, Doctor, I have learned to trust no one. I need your help. SARAH: Our help? Oh, you must be DOCTOR: Shush. ELDRAD: As a Time Lord, you are pledged to uphold the Laws of Time and to prevent alien aggression. DOCTOR: Only when such aggression is deemed to thrat the indigenous population. I think that's how it goes. ELDRAD: Then you must help me in my struggle. SARAH: Why must he help you? You're destructive. ELDRAD: No, no, let me explain. Kastria was a cold, inhospitable planet, ravaged by the solar winds. I built the spatial barriers to keep out those winds. I devised a crystalline silicone form for our physical needs. I built machines to replenish the earth and the atmosphere. I brought Kastria to life! And then, two alien planets made wr on each other, and Kastria became their battleground. They destroyed my barriers. The winds came again to dehydrate the planet. The alien invde made puppets of the Kastrian leaders. I was discredited and sentenced to obliteration. SARAH: But if you did all those things for your people, why did they turn against you? ELDRAD: My people didn't. I beg you to help me to save Kastria once more. Why do you hesitate? It is your duty. Help me. Take me back through time. DOCTOR: That would contravene the First Law of Time, a distortion of history. I can't do that. ELDRAD: You cannot refuse. DOCTOR: I'm not refusing, Eldrad. I'll take you back, but it must be in the present time. ELDRAD: Silence! ELDRAD: I seem to detect another presence in this building. DOCTOR: I don't think there's anyone else here. SARAH: No, there's no one here. They've all been evacuated. We're the only one's here. Alive, that it. DOCTOR: Do you accept our conditions, Eldrad? ELDRAD: Yes. You leave me no choice. DOCTOR: Good. Well, follow me. SARAH: After you. DOCTOR: No, Eldrad, leave him! ELDRAD: You shall die slowly, as traitors deserve. DOCTOR: Eldrad! Eldrad, I swear to you, if you don't release him, I'll never return you to Kastria. SARAH: He's still breathing. ELDRAD: Come, Doctor. Let us be going. DOCTOR: Listen. You owe your regeneration to this man. Remember that. ELDRAD: Yes, and I am grateful. Leave him alone and I promise you he will recover. DOCTOR: I'm not leaving here until I know he's all right. DOCTOR: Are you all right? WATSON: Yes, yes. DOCTOR: Very well. ELDRAD: You see, Doctor, I am not as cruel as you think me. DOCTOR: Come on, let's go. SARAH: You're sure you're all right? WATSON: Yes, yes, I'm all right. SARAH: I've got to go. You'll be all right. I have to go. WATSON: But I put six shts into that creature. JACKSON (OOV.): Professor Watson? WATSON: Yes? JACKSON (OOV.): Professor Watson? WATSON: Yes, yes. In here, Miss Jackson. JACKSON: What happened? WATSON: Well, it's just that the laws of physics have been. Of course, the Atomic Energy Commission are not going to believe this. JACKSON: What were those planes doing? They were bmb the complex. WATSON: Planes? Yes, of course, the planes. Yes, but the RAF are not going to believe this either. JACKSON: And I saw the Doctor in your car. He nearly ran me over. WATSON: Oh, thank goodness for that, the Doctor. You saw who was with him? JACKSON: Miss Smith? WATSON: But, no one else? JACKSON: No. Well, I couldn't see in the back. JACKSON: You all right, sir? WATSON: It's just that no one is going to believe me. WATSON: Yes? Yes, this is the director speaking. Well, we don't know what's happened yet. Well of course there's going to be an inquiry. DOCTOR: Come in, Eldrad. Welcome to the TARDIS. Well, what do you think? ELDRAD: I congratulate you, Doctor. The achievements of your people in temporal engineering are indeed as impressive as I have heard. DOCTOR: Well, thank you. I'm glad you like it. ELDRAD: Where are its armaments? DOCTOR: They're in here. DOCTOR: Your wapon's won't work in here. We're in a state of temporal grace. We're multi-dimensional. ELDRAD: What do you mean? DOCTOR: Well, in a sense, you see, we don't exist while we're in here. So you can't hurt us, and we can't hurt you. SARAH: She can't hurt us? DOCTOR: No. SARAH: Right. There's a question I can ask you now. Why are you helping her? DOCTOR: Well, in a sense I think you could say I'm helping Earth, Sarah. After all, I can't allow Eldrad to go on smashing nuclear power stations. Who knows how big she might become or what damage she might do. Anyway, I want to see Kastria. SARAH: Why? What on Earth for? DOCTOR: Well, travel broadens the mind. SARAH: And a stitch in time saves nine. DOCTOR: What does that mean? SARAH: Look before you leap. ELDRAD: Will you stop all this childish prattle? Time is passing. DOCTOR: Yes. I wonder, would you just give me a hand with the coordinates? I'm a bit vague on the exact whereabouts of Kastria. ELDRAD: Of course, Doctor. What is the expansion factor? DOCTOR: Oh, just punch up seven four three eight oh oh O W eight I one two one two seven two seven two nine double one E eight E X four one one one three zero nine eleven five, and then see what happens. SARAH: Off course, are we? DOCTOR: No, I don't think so, no. Could I just check your coordinates. ELDRAD: Why, do you doubt my ability? DOCTOR: Oh no, no, no. I just want to make sure we get there. SARAH: So for once you'll have to trust someone, won't you. ELDRAD: Only fools trust. I trusted them, and they tried to obliterate me. DOCTOR: Eldrad, you'll achieve nothing on Kastria unless you overcome this paranoid obsession with treachery. You must cooperate. ELDRAD: Again you leave me no alternative, Doctor. DOCTOR: Oh, don't be so abject. All we want is your cooperation. If you've missed those coordinates, symbolic resonance will occur in the trackoid time crystal, and if that happens, there'll be no chance of us landing anywhere, ever, ever, ever. DOCTOR: We've landed. ELDRAD: You will have to trust me, Doctor. SARAH: Is that Kastria? ELDRAD: It is. SARAH: It's very nice. ELDRAD: The solar winds have devastated it, but I will reclaim it again. DOCTOR: You may have left it a bit late, Eldrad. That hurricane's been blwing for a hundred and fifty million years. ELDRAD: How is the atmosphere constituted? DOCTOR: Near enough Earth normal. ELDRAD: And the radiation count? DOCTOR: A bit high. ELDRAD: It's all I shall need. DOCTOR: Damn it, the aliens have left this planet as good as dad. ELDRAD: Oh no, Doctor. This is as Kastria was before I built the solar barriers. My fellow Kastrians may not have been able to maintain the systems that I devised for them, but there will be survivors, leading miserable existences in the thermal caves deep underground. DOCTOR: But nothing functions. There's no power. I can't see how we can reach these survivors even if they do exist. ELDRAD: Do you think that I would not be prepared for my return? SARAH: That's incredible! Where's the power coming from? ELDRAD: Energy drawn from the core of the planet. DOCTOR: Inexhaustible energy. ELDRAD: Exactly, Doctor. My gift to Kastria. I have come to claim my kingdom. Come, we will descend to the thermal chambers.	{"type": "series", "show": "Doctor Who", "episode": "14x07 - The Hand of Fear - part 3"}	foreverdreaming
THE HAND OF FEAR BY: BOB BAKER AND DAVE MARTIN Part Four Original Air Date: 23 October 1976 Running time: 25:00 ELDRAD: The traitors. I should have expected. DOCTOR: Eldrad, what was in this tube? ELDRAD: An acid designed to neutralise the molecular bond. It is now only a matter of time. DOCTOR: Is there an antidote? ELDRAD: Oh no, Doctor. I developed the acid. There is no antidote. DOCTOR: But there must be something? ELDRAD: Regenerator chamber, level three zero six. But you must get me there quickly before it shatters the crystal matrix. Quick, quick. SARAH: Wait, I'm coming. COMPUTER: Intruders penetrating level fifty and descending. Intruders penetrating level one hundred and fifty and descending. DOCTOR: Level three oh six. SARAH: How can you tell? DOCTOR: Worked it out from the indicator. It's all based on roots of three. SARAH: I hope that regenerator isn't far. DOCTOR: Which way, Eldrad? ELDRAD: That way. DOCTOR: Come on. COMPUTER: Intruders on level three zero six identified as two aliens, one Kastrian. DOCTOR: Sarah! ELDRAD: She is unharmed, Doctor. These traps are only effective against silicon-based lifeform. DOCTOR: Come on, Sarah. Stop making a fuss, Sarah. You're from South Croydon. SARAH: Eh? DOCTOR: You're a carbon-based lifeform. The gas is only effective against silicon structures. SARAH: Oh. DOCTOR: Come on. SARAH: Hang on. The least you could do is wait for me. I nearly frightened myself to death back there. DOCTOR: Yes, I know. It's that way. SARAH: How can you tell? DOCTOR: I have a superb sense of direction. SARAH: What? DOCTOR: I said, I have a superb sense of direction. DOCTOR: You fit for another stint? SARAH: Oh, I'm as fit as I'll ever be. Give us a hand. Oh, she's heavier than she looks. Oh, I hope some of them are still alive. DOCTOR: I'm not sure. SARAH: Hey, look. No signs of life. DOCTOR: Perhaps the aliens wiped them out. SARAH: I wonder how long it's been like this? DOCTOR: Could be millions of years. ELDRAD: Doctor, please! DOCTOR: Are you all right? SARAH: Yes. If they're dad, you'd think we'd have seen some bodies by now. DOCTOR: We have. SARAH: Eh? DOCTOR: Well, if you're made of stone, you crumble to sand. We're walking on them. SARAH: Ew. COMPUTER: Intruders proceeding along level three zero six towards regenerator sector. Awaiting orders to activate atmatic defence procedures. DOCTOR: It can't be far now. SARAH: Doctor, I've got a feeling we're being watched. DOCTOR: It's your imagination. Nothing's been disturbed down here for thousands of years. SARAH: Someone set those boobytraps. DOCTOR: Oh, it was long ago. Come on. SARAH: Hey, wait a minute. DOCTOR: What is it now? SARAH: Who were they set for? DOCTOR: Presumably the aliens Eldrad told us about. The people who invde the planet. SARAH: That means that they're silicon-based lifeforms too. DOCTOR: Yes, yes, and they're very rare. And it's something of a coincidence that there are two of them in the same galaxy. SARAH: Yes. Yes! COMPUTER: Awaiting orders to activate atmatic defence procedures. SARAH: Ah! Doctor! DOCTOR: It's an abyss. SARAH: It's a long way down, too. DOCTOR: Come on. SARAH: Hey, we don't have to get across that. DOCTOR: Is there any other way, Eldrad? ELDRAD: No. COMPUTER: Alien intruders have faltered. Awaiting orders. SARAH: It's not safe. DOCTOR: It's only got to last until we get across. SARAH: And what if it only lasts till we get halfway across? DOCTOR: You've got no faith, have you. Come on, Eldrad. DOCTOR: It's perfectly all right as long as you don't look down. DOCTOR: You coming? COMPUTER: Alien intruders and unidentified Kastrian have reached regeneration chamber. Should they try to enter, they will be eliminated. DOCTOR: I never met a door that couldn't be opened somehow. SARAH: Hey, look, Doctor. Eldrad, I think she's found it. Look. DOCTOR: No! SARAH: What's the matter? DOCTOR: Get back. DOCTOR: Now stand back. SARAH: You've done it. DOCTOR: Get back. Get back! DOCTOR: You all right? SARAH: Determined lot. COMPUTER: Intruders have entered the regeneration chamber. Positive identification of Kastrian essential. Obliteration will proceed on positive identification. DOCTOR: I understand it now. The crystal in the ring carries Eldrad's genetic code. A master print that enables her to reconstitute herself from any suitable radioactive material. SARAH: The question is, are we in time? DOCTOR: The question is, can I make this regenerator work? SARAH: Oh, Doctor, hurry! DOCTOR: I can't go any faster. I'm guessing as it is. We'll just have to use maximum irradiation and hope. COMPUTER: Eldrad, genocide, anarch, sentenced to obliteration. Malfunction, malfunction. Power proving insufficient for obliteration. Regeneration will occur. SARAH: No, stop! It'll crush her! SARAH: Oh, it's horrid. It's so horrible. It was supposed to remake her. It's destroyed her. SARAH: We klled her. DOCTOR: Yes, Sarah. We've been used. They were determined to get Eldrad one way or another. SARAH: Oh, I'm so confused. Oh, what do we do now? DOCTOR: We leave. ELDRAD: (male voice) At last! Doctor? Sarah? It is I, Eldrad. DOCTOR: Eldrad? ELDRAD: Of course, you don't recognise me. DOCTOR: How do we know you're Eldrad? ELDRAD: Oh come, Doctor, you sound like Professor Watson. As a Time Lord you should be well acquainted with the processes of regeneration. I've attained my true form at last. SARAH: Why is she a he? ELDRAD: I had to assume a form that would be will be acceptable to the primitives of your planet. DOCTOR: Ah. And so you modelled yourself on the first primitive you came in contact. He modelled himself on you. SARAH: Oh, thanks. DOCTOR: Sarah thought you'd been obliterated. ELDRAD: They are fools. I gave them this. I designed it, programmed it to recognise my cell pattern, and they thought they could use it to destroy me. Bwahhahaha. It is incapable of destroying me, no matter what you or they or anyone else might do. I controlled it. And now I shall control all Kastria, my creation! DOCTOR: What about your enemies? ELDRAD: I shall brush them aside, weak and miserable creatures. What can they do in their decrepitude against the might of Eldrad! ROKON (OOV.): Eldrad. ELDRAD: Rokon! ROKON (on screen): Traitor. You think you have victory within your grasp, but I, Rokon, tell you you have won nothing but defeat. ELDRAD: So, Rokon, you still live. DOCTOR: Who is Rokon? ELDRAD: The so-called King of Kastria. It was he who ordered my obliteration. Me, Eldrad, architect of the barriers! They thought they could destroy me, so I destroyed the barriers. DOCTOR: You destroyed the barriers? ELDRAD: Yes. DOCTOR: So all that business of alien invde was a lie? ELDRAD: A necessary lie. A means to an end. DOCTOR: Why should Rokon want to destroy you in the first place? ELDRAD: Because he knew I would take his place. I was young and strong, he was weak and old. He wasn't fit to rule Kastria. And he had no appetite for conquest. DOCTOR: Ah. But you do. ELDRAD: Yes. I wanted Kastrians to be masters of the galaxy. And now, with me at their head, nothing shall stop us! Every planet within range of our starships shall fall to the power of Eldrad. And now, Doctor, I have an audience with my king. King? Bwahahaha! SARAH: We've been taken for a ride. DOCTOR: Come on. ELDRAD: Rokon. Rokon? You scorn me? ELDRAD: Your successor? ELDRAD: What is this? You traitor, you've cheated me of my revenge! SARAH: But we saw him. He spoke. DOCTOR: A recording from the past. The King obviously knew there was a chance that Eldrad would return. ELDRAD (OOV.): He robs me of my destiny. SARAH: The boobytraps? DOCTOR: Yes. ELDRAD: Nevertheless, I am still King. Nothing can stop me. My ambition is invincible. DOCTOR: Where are your subjects, Majesty? ELDRAD: Subjects? Stored in the race bank. There's a whole new race of Kastrians, Doctor. A hundred million crystal particles waiting to be placed in the regenerator. And they shall have me as their ruler! They will rebuild the barriers. They will restore the cities. They will replenish the exhausted lands. We will build a new Kastria, and together we shall go forth and conquer the universe! SARAH: Let's DOCTOR: Shush. ELDRAD: Nothing! What stupidity is this? Nothing! ROKON (on screen): Eldrad! After the premature detonation of the module we knew there was a remote possibility that one day you would return. ELDRAD: Yes, I'm here. ROKON (on screen): But let me tell you. After you destroyed the barriers, after we knew for certain that life on the surface was finished, and the alternative was a miserable subterranean existence, the Kastrian race chose final oblivion. And, because they feared you might return to wage eternal wr throughout the galaxy, they elected also to destroy the race banks. ELDRAD: Traitor! I gave them life! ROKON (on screen): So now you are King, as was your wish. I salute you from the dad. Hail, Eldrad, King of nothing. ELDRAD: Is this my reward? I created this world. It is mine! Mine by right! DOCTOR: Well, Rokon seems to have solved the problem for us. A drastic solution. SARAH: I wouldn't want to live down here, and I wouldn't want him as a leader. ELDRAD: Yes, I shall be King. The Earth people. Very backward and primitive, but they have the necessary aggression. I shall rule them! I shall be their god! And you will take me back! DOCTOR: Oh, no. That's not in the contract. A one-way ticket only. My obligation to you is over. You're in your own world now. ELDRAD: You have my ring. Give it to me. DOCTOR: No, I don't think so. ELDRAD: It is my key to eternity. Give me the ring! DOCTOR: Oh well, since you've put it so nicely. SARAH: Don't. DOCTOR: Here. Catch. DOCTOR: Come on, Sarah. DOCTOR: Down there. Get down there. SARAH: Why? DOCTOR: Hold this. SARAH: What? ELDRAD: There is no escape. SARAH: What do I do? DOCTOR: When I say pull, you pull. ELDRAD: You will take me back! DOCTOR: Pull! DOCTOR: Well, the gravity of the law finally caught up with him. SARAH: Yeah, that's all very well, but that was a bit rash, giving him his ring back. DOCTOR: Yes. SARAH: Oh. Well, what did you give him back, then? DOCTOR: My magician's stick. SARAH: Oh. DOCTOR: Come on. SARAH: I'll never be warm again. Never, ever, ever. DOCTOR: No, we're well out of that. Goodbye, Kastria. SARAH: Do you think that Eldrad, well, do you think that he really is dad? DOCTOR: Oh, I doubt it. Very difficult to kll. SARAH: Well, I quite liked her, but I couldn't stand him. DOCTOR: Whoa, easy, old girl, easy. These temperatures must have affected the thermo-couplings. SARAH: Yes, I know how she feels. I think Kastria must be the coldest planet in the galaxy. DOCTOR: Oh, rubbish. I've been to much colder places. SARAH: Oh, big deal. It's all right for you. I'm human. We're not so thick-skinned. DOCTOR: Where's that astro-rectifier? What did you say? SARAH: Thick-skinned. DOCTOR: Oh, good, good. SARAH: Here. DOCTOR: Multi-quantiscope. SARAH: You know, I might as well be talking to the moon. You don't even listen to me. DOCTOR: Mergin nut. SARAH: What? DOCTOR: No, no, forget the mergin nut. I'll have the ganymede driver. SARAH: There. DOCTOR: Thank you. SARAH: Oh, I must be mad. I'm sick of being cold and wet, and hypnotised left right and centre. I'm sick of being sh*t at, savaged by bug-eyed monsters, never knowing if I'm coming or going or been. DOCTOR: Zeus plug. SARAH: Oh, I want a bath. I want my hair washed. I just want to feel human again. DOCTOR: Forget the zeus plug. I'll have the sonic screwdriver. SARAH: Oh, and boy am I sick of that sonic screwdriver! I'm going to pack my goodies and I'm going home. I said, I'm going to pack my goodies and I am going home! Right! Excuse me! DOCTOR: What was that you? I don't know why she goes on like this. There's really nothing the matter at all. DOCTOR: The call. The call from Gallifrey. Gallifrey. After all this time, Gallifrey. I can't take Sarah to Gallifrey. Must get her back home. Must reset the coordinates. South Croydon. SARAH: Ahem! DOCTOR: You're a good girl, Sarah. SARAH: Oh, look, it's too late apologising now. Everything's packed. I've got to go. DOCTOR: What? How did you know? SARAH: What? DOCTOR: I've had the call from Gallifrey. SARAH: So? DOCTOR: So I can't take you with me. You've got to go. SARAH: Oh, come on. I can't miss Gallifrey. Look, I was only joking. I didn't mean it. Hey. Hey, you're not going to regenerate again, are you? DOCTOR: Not this time. I don't know what's going to happen. SARAH: You're playing one of your jokes on me, just trying to make me stay. DOCTOR: No. I've received the call, and as a Time Lord I must obey. SARAH: Alone? DOCTOR: Yes. SARAH: And I'll give your love to Harry and the Brigadier. Oh, and I can tell Professor Watson that you're all right. DOCTOR: We've landed, Sarah. SARAH: What? DOCTOR: We've landed. SARAH: Where? DOCTOR: South Croydon. Hillview Road, to be exact. SARAH: That's my home. Well, I'll be off then. Here. DOCTOR: Thanks. SARAH: Don't forget me. DOCTOR: Oh, Sarah. Don't you forget me. SARAH: Bye, Doctor. You know, travel does broaden the mind. DOCTOR: Yes. Till we meet again, Sarah. SARAH: This isn't Hillview Road. I bet it isn't even South Croydon. Oh. He blew it. SARAH: Hey, hey. You. He blew it.	{"type": "series", "show": "Doctor Who", "episode": "14x08 - The Hand of Fear - part 4"}	foreverdreaming
THE DEADLY ASSASSIN BY: ROBERT HOLMES Part One Original Air Date: 30 October 1976 Running time: 21:13 DOCTOR: The Panopticon. DOCTOR: No! No! TANNOY: Sector seven, sector seven, alert. Unauthorised capsule entry imminent. Repeat, unauthorised capsule entry imminent. Stand to on sector seven. DOCTOR: Right outside the Capitol itself. I'm in trouble now. DOCTOR: The Chancery guards. Pft. What a welcome home. HILDRED: It looks SPANDRELL: Yes? HILDRED: If I didn't know better, Castellan, I'd swear it was a Type Forty. SPANDRELL: It is. HILDRED: But that's impossible. HILDRED (on screen): There are no Type Forties in service. They're out of commission, obsolete. DOCTOR: Obsolete? Twaddle. Take no notice, my dear old thing. SPANDRELL (on screen): Nevertheless, Commander, this is a TARDIS. It's in an unauthorised zone. I want the occupants arrested. SPANDRELL: The barrier on this model is a double curtain trimonic, so you will need a cypher indent key to get in. HILDRED: Very good, Castellan. I'll send for one. SPANDRELL: After you have arrested the personnel, impound the machine. HILDRED: Of course, Castellan. Will you want me to question the SPANDRELL: Eventually, yes, but not on a Presidential Resignation Day, Hildred. DOCTOR: Presidential Resignation Day! SPANDRELL: Data retrieval. Request information on all Type Forty TT capsules currently operational. COMPUTER: Negative information. Type Forty TT capsules are deregistered and non-operational. SPANDRELL: Report number of de-registrations. COMPUTER: Three hundred and four. SPANDRELL: Report number of registrations. COMPUTER: Three hundred and five. SPANDRELL: Report reason for numerical imbalance. COMPUTER: One capsule removed from register. Reference, Malfeasance Tribunal order dated three zero nine nine zero six. ENGIN: Can I be of any further help, Castellan Spandrell? SPANDRELL: One minute, Engin. HILDRED (on screen): Commander Hildred, Sector seven. SPANDRELL: Malfeasance, Hildred. HILDRED (on screen): Malfeasance? SPANDRELL (on screen): The occupant of your Type Forty is a convicted criminal. Approach with caution. HILDRED: Very good, Castellan. Set your stasers. DOCTOR: I must get past them and warn the President. DOCTOR: Cash and carry, Constantinople. HILDRED: Right, follow me. HILDRED: Don't move. I said, don't move. HILDRED: There he goes! Quick! DOCTOR: Hey, just a minute! Excuse me! HILDRED: Coyned. He's got into the tower. You'll have to check every floor. HILDRED: All guards report to main tower, sector seven. Dangerous intruder at large. ENGIN: The Tribunal chose, in view of the extenuating circumstances, to impose a lenient sentence. SPANDRELL: What? ENGIN: (louder) The Tribunal chose SPANDRELL: What sentence? ENGIN: Oh, I beg your pardon. Banishment to Earth. SPANDRELL: Earth? ENGIN: Sol Three, in Mutter's Spiral. Rather an interesting little planet, I understand. Several of our SPANDRELL: Is there anything further of relevance I should know, Coordinator Engin? ENGIN: I see there is an addendum. Ah, yes. The sentence was subsequently remitted at the intercession of the CIA. SPANDRELL: Celestial Intervention Agency. They get their fingers into everything. Is he mixed up with them? ENGIN: There's nothing further on the file. SPANDRELL: Oh yes, they'd see to it that there wouldn't be. Can you get me his extract biog? ENGIN: Yes, certainly. Won't take a moment. HILDRED: Castellan, I have to report the intruder in Sector seven SPANDRELL: Well? HILDRED: Evaded us. And he sht one of my guards. SPANDRELL: I see. Such efficiency. HILDRED: But we have him trapped in the communications tower, Castellan. SPANDRELL: Well done, Hildred. An antiquated capsule, for which you get adequate early warning, tranducts on the very perimeter of the Capitol. You are informed that the occupant is a known criminal, whereupon you allow him to escape and conceal himself in a building a mere fifty three stories high. A clever stratagem, Hildred. You're trying to confuse him, I take it? HILDRED: I apologise, Castellan. He won't evade capture a second time. SPANDRELL: In the light of your impressive record so far, I would make no rash commitments. HILDRED: I found this in the capsule. SPANDRELL: To the Castellan of the Chancery Guard. I've good reason to think the life of His Supremacy the President is in grave danger. Do not ignore this warning. The Doctor. And he signed it over the Prydonian Seal. ENGIN: Apparently he is or was at one time a member of that noble Chapter. SPANDRELL: How can you tell? ENGIN: Well, the biog data extracts of Time Lords are colour coded according to Chapter. SPANDRELL: I didn't know that. ENGIN: No? Well, your duties usually involve you with more plebian classes, don't they, Castellan. SPANDRELL: A Prydonian renegade, eh? I have to refer this to Chancellor Goth. FIGURE: Predictable as ever, Doctor. SPANDRELL: He's a Prydonian renegade, sir, and as you know, when a Prydonian forswears his birthright, there is nothing else he fears to lose. GOTH: So you think there is a real danger, Castellan? SPANDRELL: He has already klled one of the guards. I think he's ruthless and determined. A typical CIA agent. GOTH: But if he is a member of the Celestial Intervention Agency, why should he wish to harm the President? SPANDRELL: He could have been suborned. If he's being false to his Prydonian vows, his fidelity is already suspect. GOTH: But this note? Why warn us in advance? SPANDRELL: Perhaps to get us nervous, or just looking the wrong way. Prydonians are notoriously GOTH: Devious? Not true, Castellan. We simply see a little further ahead than most. Anyway, what is it you want? SPANDRELL: Permission to withdraw fifty guards from the Panopticon to search the communications tower. GOTH: A great loss of pomp and circumstance. SPANDRELL: I'll feel much happier once he is in custody. GOTH: Very well, Spandrell. I should like to see this TARDIS. Extraordinary to think an old Type Forty is still operational. SPANDRELL: It's in Sector seven, cloisters. GOTH: Then we'll have to hurry. I have an audience with the Cardinals in a few minutes. DOCTOR: Now, where's the local news programme? Ah. RUNCIBLE (on screen): Around me in these high galleries of the Panopticon RUNCIBLE (OOV.): Already the Time Lords are gathering, donning seldom worn robes with their colourful collar insignia. The scarlet and orange of the Prydonians, the green of the Arcalians, the heliotrope of the Patrexes, and so on. RUNCIBLE (on screen): And the one question that is on all their lips, the question of the day, as His Supremacy leaves public life, is who will he name as his successor? DOCTOR: Oh no, it's Runcible. Runcible the Fatuous. RUNCIBLE (on screen): In a moment, I hope to talk to Cardinal Borusa, the leader of the Prydonian Chapter, the Chapter that has produced more Time Lord Presidents than all other Chapters together, and perhaps get an answer to this question. RUNCIBLE: Cardinal Borusa, if you can spare a moment, sir. BORUSA: Yes? RUNCIBLE: Public Register Video. If I could ask you a few questions? BORUSA: Good gracious. Runcible, is it not? RUNCIBLE: Yes, sir. BORUSA: One of my old pupils at Prydon Academy. RUNCIBLE: May I congratulate you, sir, on your elevation to Cardinal? BORUSA: Thank you, Runcible. Good day. RUNCIBLE: No, no, wait, sir. Please, if I could ask you a few questions. BORUSA: Runcible, you had ample opportunity to ask me questions during your mis-spent years at the Academy. You failed to avail yourself of the opportunity then and it is too late now. Good day. RUNCIBLE (on screen): I'm afraid Cardinal Borusa cannot, at this present moment in the time band, commit himself. However, it is certainly no secret that a very senior member of the Prydonian Chapter, and the present number two in the Time Lord Council, Chancellor Goth, is the widely fancied candidate. DOCTOR: Oh, get off. GOTH (on screen): There's no way this Doctor can enter the Capitol from the tower, is there? SPANDRELL: Not unless he's got the help of an accomplice. GOTH: From within? SPANDRELL: Perhaps he's gone to the tower to shake of his pursuers while somebody inside lifts the barrier. GOTH: What an inventive suspicious mind you have, Spandrell. So this in an old Type Forty. SPANDRELL: Its shape was infinitely variable. GOTH: Remarkably good condition. What are you going to do with it? SPANDRELL: I hadn't thought. I was more interested in its operator. GOTH: Well, I shouldn't leave it here in case he tries to sneak back. Transduct it back into the Capitol. SPANDRELL: Very well, sir. GOTH: Oh, and, er, keep me informed about your progress on the conspiracy. SPANDRELL: Of course. Transduct this to the museum. DOCTOR: What a way to travel. But which way the Panopticon? FIGURE: So, he is within the Capitol. MAN: All his actions are exactly as you predicted, Master. FIGURE: I know him. MAN: He is resourceful. He will gain the Panopticon without further help. FIGURE: Of course, he knows he is entering a trap. FIGURE: But how can he resist such a bait? MAN: The hope of preventing an assassination. FIGURE: Quixotic fool. He will die quickly. Make certain he dies very quickly. SPANDRELL: Well? HILDRED: We checked the tower, Castellan. Nothing. SPANDRELL: Nothing? HILDRED: Fifty two floors. Nothing. He never left the lift. We think he doubled back. SPANDRELL: To the capsule? HILDRED: Out here. There's nowhere else for him. SPANDRELL: Come with me, and bring the tracker. GUARD: Castellan. SPANDRELL: Now he could get into the Panopticon. HILDRED: But everyone has to show a pass. The door guards will never let any SPANDRELL: Do you think they will stop Gold Usher? Would you? Get over there and try to find him. HILDRED: Very good, Castellan. SPANDRELL: And Hildred, try to be discreet. TIME LORD 1: You know, I remember the inaugural of Pandek the Third. TIME LORD 2: Really? TIME LORD 1: Yeah. Nine hundred years, he lasted. Now there was a President with some staying power, what? TIME LORD 2: What? TIME LORD 1: Staying power. Where the dickens is my gown? TIME LORD 2: Nine hundred years, eh? TIME LORD 1: I could have sworn it was here a second ago. DOCTOR: Here you are, sir. TIME LORD 1: Ah, thank you. Most kind. Yes, very different from the fellows nowadays, what? They're chopping and changing every couple of centuries. TIME LORD 2: You're not gold, are you? TIME LORD 1: Not what? This isn't my gown! That fellow's given me the wrong gown. TIME LORD 2: What fellow? SPANDRELL: There may be something in his history. Some clue. If only I could convince the Chancellor the thr*at is serious. ENGIN: It would have to be very serious before they'd delay the ceremony. The President must be on his way to the Panopticon by now. Can I have the data, Castellan? SPANDRELL: This has been in the reader recently. ENGIN: Surely not. SPANDRELL: No mica dust. ENGIN: What? There are millions of extracts in the archives. It's hardly feasible SPANDRELL: I live with the dirt of the past, Coordinator Engin, and I can tell you that the old crimes besmirch the fingers. ENGIN: Well, if it has been withdrawn, there'll certainly be a record. SPANDRELL: I shall want to know who had it. ENGIN: Yes. SPANDRELL: But let's see the extract first. ENGIN: A pleasure, Castellan. FIGURE: Heh, heh, heh. The innocent to the slaughter. GOLD USHER: You have everything, sir? PRESIDENT: I think so. GOLD USHER: The list? PRESIDENT: What? Oh, the resignation honours list. Yes, here it is. Some names here that will surprise them. DOCTOR: Runcible, my dear chap. How nice to see you. RUNCIBLE: What? Oh, I don't believe we've, er. Oh, I say. Weren't you expelled or something? Some scandal? DOCTOR: Oh, it's all been forgotten about now, old boy. RUNCIBLE: Oh, really? Well, where've you been all these years? DOCTOR: Oh, here and there, you know. Round and about. RUNCIBLE: Is there something the matter? DOCTOR: Oh no, just a twinge in the knee. RUNCIBLE: Well, if you will lead such a rackety life. Have you had a facelift? DOCTOR: Several, so far. RUNCIBLE: Yes, well, nice to have met you. I must get on. I'm doing the PR videocast. DOCTOR: Yes, and splendidly too, if I may say so. RUNCIBLE: Oh, do you think so? DOCTOR: Oh, it's a gift. Somehow you have a wonderful way of making the whole thing come alive. RUNCIBLE: Oh, that's very nice of you. RUNCIBLE: Oh, that'll be the President now. He's just arrived at the Panopticon. RUNCIBLE: Are you sure you're all right? DOCTOR: What? Yes. RUNCIBLE: Come on, you stupid yoik. DOCTOR: What? RUNCIBLE: I should be getting a signal from my camera technician up there. DOCTOR: No! DOCTOR: Let me go! Let me go! RUNCIBLE: (to camera) Just a little disturbance here in the Panopticon, as the President starts to ascend. Already the members of the High Council, led by Chancellor Goth, are moving forward to greet His Supremacy.	{"type": "series", "show": "Doctor Who", "episode": "14x09 - The Deadly Assassin - part 1"}	foreverdreaming
THE DEADLY ASSASSIN BY: ROBERT HOLMES Part Two Original Air Date: 6 November 1976 Running time: 24:44 HILDRED: There he is. TIME LORD: What a terrible thing to happen. RUNCIBLE: Did you see what happened, sir? TIME LORD: It's terrible, terrible. RUNCIBLE: But is the President dad? BORUSA: We live in evil times. RUNCIBLE: Ah, Castellan Spandrell. Perhaps you can tell me what has happened? SPANDRELL: Will you all stand back, please. We've got the criminal. TIME LORD: Is that him? BORUSA: A Prydonian. HILDRED: He was in the gallery, sir, still holding this. DOCTOR: Extraordinary. The roof's still on. I could have sworn it fell on me. SPANDRELL: Get him to a detention room. DOCTOR: No, no, wait, wait, I GUARD: Move it. GOTH: Castellan! SPANDRELL: Sir. GOTH: The President is dad. The trial will start immediately. SPANDRELL: I need more time. GOTH: Time for what? SPANDRELL: There are unanswered questions. GOTH: That, presumably, will be the purpose of the trial. BORUSA: Such haste is against all our traditions of fairness and justice. GOTH: This is a constitutional crisis. The President died without naming his successor. An election must be held within forty eight hours. BORUSA: But that is a separate matter. GOTH: No, Cardinal! The Time Lords must not be seen to be leaderless and in disarray. The assassin must be tried and excuted before the election. HILDRED: You will confess, Doctor. DOCTOR: All right. All right, I'll confess. HILDRED: Very sensible. DOCTOR: I confess you're a bigger idiot than I thought you were. Argh. HILDRED: There are fifteen intensity levels in this device, Doctor. At the moment, you're only experiencing level nine. Much easier to talk. DOCTOR: I've got nothing to say. HILDRED: Oh, you'll think of something, soon. DOCTOR: Tweedledum. SPANDRELL: Turn it off. DOCTOR: Tweedledee. SPANDRELL: I must apologise for my subordinate. He lets his enthusiasm run away with him. DOCTOR: I see. The hot and cold technique. SPANDRELL: We are simply seekers of the truth, and we haven't got much time. Chancellor Goth has ordered your immediate trial. DOCTOR: I'd like to help you. How about a signed confession? SPANDRELL: That will help. I hate going to court without possessing the full facts. Motive, for instance. DOCTOR: Now that's a sensible question. Why should anyone want to assassinate a retiring President? SPANDRELL: A personal grudge? DOCTOR: I never met him. SPANDRELL: I know. I have seen your biog. DOCTOR: And you still think I did it? SPANDRELL: I think you're going to be excuted for it. They are preparing the vaporisation chamber now. You have about three hours to live, Doctor. DOCTOR: What? Well, that's monstrous. Vaporisation without representation is against the constitution. SPANDRELL: You are an embarrassment. DOCTOR: You realise I've been framed, don't you. SPANDRELL: Framed? DOCTOR: Yes, framed. It's an Earth expression. It means that someone's gone to a great deal of trouble to get me into this mess. SPANDRELL: Why did you come back here? DOCTOR: To try and save the President's life. If you remember, I left a note for you. SPANDRELL: Yes. DOCTOR: Which, presumably, you did nothing about. SPANDRELL: All that I could. So you knew the President was going to be assassinated? DOCTOR: Yes. In a way, I experienced it. SPANDRELL: Go on. DOCTOR (on screen): Well, this is the bit you won't believe. People talk of a premonition of tragedy, but I actually saw it happening. I saw the President die as vividly, as clearly as I can see this room now. SPANDRELL (OOV.): And where were you when this happened? DOCTOR (on screen): In the TARDIS, travelling in vortex, after I'd heard the Panopticon summons. SPANDRELL: What do you think? ENGIN: Precognitive vision is impossible. SPANDRELL: He knows that, and he knows that we know it, and yet he maintains it happened. ENGIN: And that's why you believe him? SPANDRELL: I'm beginning to. ENGIN: Nobody else will. SPANDRELL: I think he's being framed. ENGIN: Framed? SPANDRELL: An Earth expression. ENGIN: Oh. SPANDRELL: You were going to check for me who had withdrawn the Doctor's DE. ENGIN: Nobody. I'm afraid you were wrong about that, Castellan. SPANDRELL: I don't think so. ENGIN: The machine is infallible. Data extraction is impossible without an operating key like this. ENGIN: And the code of the particular key is recorded here, opposite the archive number of the data extract. ENGIN: Now, as you can see, my key is the only one entered against the Doctor's DE. SPANDRELL: And how many of those keys are there? ENGIN: They're only issued to High Councillors. Nobody else is allowed to inspect the DE's of Time Lords, except for yourself, Castellan, in the line of duty. SPANDRELL: The record could have been erased, I take it. ENGIN: You obviously have no idea of the complexity of excitonic circuitry. SPANDRELL: No, I haven't, but if somebody knew what he was doing? ENGIN: It would require a mathematical genius with a phenomenal grasp of applied excitonics. SPANDRELL: Really? There can't be many of those on the High Council. BORUSA: We should allow time for reflection, for passions to cool. GOTH: A wise and beloved President brutally sht down in his last hour of office? No matter how much time we allow, that fact won't alter. BORUSA: A violent action is causing an equally violent reaction. GOTH: Oh, I understand that, Cardinal, but there is another consideration. Quite possibly, after the election, I shall have the honour of being President of the Council. BORUSA: You're being over-modest, Chancellor. I'm sure of it. Just as I'm sure that the President would have named you as his successor. GOTH: Who knows what was in the President's mind? But it is the custom, as you know, for an incoming president to pardon political prisoners. Is he to set free the mrder of his predecessor, or break with custom? Either course would be difficult. I intend to avoid the dilemma by seeing this affair through before he takes office. BORUSA: Chancellor, all presidents are faced with difficult decisions. It is by their decisions that they are judged. HILDRED: The prisoner eluded us at that time. Later I went with Castellan Spandrell to the Capitol Museum where the TT capsule had been transferred. Erogen tracer immediately became active. I concluded the prisoner must have been in the vicinity sometime previous. RUNCIBLE: He seemed nervous, well, apprehensive. He was looking around all the time that we were talking. Then, just before the President appeared, he turned and started to run across the Panopticon. After that, I thought he said TIME LORD: He pushed past me in a loutish and unmannerly way. Never in all my years of attendance at the Panopticon can I recall such GOTH: If you could confine yourself to this incident, sir. What happened next? TIME LORD: Well, I caught him by the arm to remonstrate with him, and he shouted 'Let me go. They'll kll him.' GOTH: Are you quite sure of that? TIME LORD: What? GOTH: Are you perhaps getting a little hard of hearing these days? TIME LORD: Well, er, at my age one can expect these things. I've been having a bit of trouble with my hip lately. GOTH: Let me put it to you. Could the accused have said, 'Let me go, I will kll him'? TIME LORD: Well, yes, I suppose it is possible. He could have said that. GOTH: Thank you. Has the accused anything to say before sentence is pronounced? DOCTOR: Yes. Article Seventeen. GOTH: Article Seventeen? DOCTOR: I offer myself as a candidate for the Presidency. GOTH: The application is frivolous. DOCTOR: No, sir. I invoke Article Seventeen of the Constitution which is a guarantee of liberty and says, in part, that no candidate for office shall in anyway be debarred or restrained from presenting his claim. GOTH: The guarantee of liberty does not extend to mrder. BORUSA: As a jurist, Chancellor, I must point out that until the accused is pronounced guilty, he is protected by Article Seventeen. GOTH: He is abusing a legal technicality. DOCTOR: No, sir, I am claiming a legal right. BORUSA: Chancellor, this court must be adjourned until the election is over. GOTH: Very well. But do not think you will escape justice. Castellan Spandrell? SPANDRELL: Sir. GOTH: See that the accused gets no opportunity to leave the Capitol. SPANDRELL: Yes, sir. SPANDRELL: Forty eight hours, Doctor. DOCTOR: Well, it's better than three. SPANDRELL: What are you going to do? DOCTOR: Suppose, suppose I can convince you I didn't do it? SPANDRELL: All right, convince me. FIGURE: Well? MAN: The trial was adjourned, master. He pleaded Article Seventeen. FIGURE: He remains as ingenious as ever. MAN: He will not escape. FIGURE: Escape? Escape is not in his mind. Now he is hunting you. MAN: It was a mistake to bring him here. We could have used anyone. FIGURE: No, we could not have used anyone. You do not understand hatred as I understand it. Only hate keeps me alive. Why else should I endure this pain? I must see the Doctor die in shame and dishonour. Yes, and I must destroy the Time Lords. Nothing else matters. Nothing! SPANDRELL: Don't get any ambitious ideas. DOCTOR: I just wanted to check it was the same staser. You see that symbol at the end of the corridor? SPANDRELL: What about it? DOCTOR: You try and ht it. SPANDRELL: What? DOCTOR: Go on. You try and ht it. SPANDRELL: Just the kind of hooliganism we're always running the Shabogans in for. SPANDRELL: Miles away. DOCTOR: The sights. So you see, I couldn't have sht the President if I tried. And equally, I couldn't ht the assassin. That's why they were fixed. SPANDRELL: The assassin, according to you, being one of the High Council. DOCTOR: Yes. Yes, he was in the party surrounding the President. I saw him draw a staser and step forward. I aimed a bolt at him, but at that time I didn't know the sights had been fixed. SPANDRELL: One of the High Council. It's getting better and better. DOCTOR: What is? SPANDRELL: Your story. But still a story. Where's the evidence, Doctor? DOCTOR: I'll tell you where the evidence is. SPANDRELL: Where? DOCTOR: In the Public Register camera. I was standing right beside it. SPANDRELL: Doctor, you may yet end up as President. Hildred? HILDRED: Yes, Castellan. SPANDRELL: Take the Doctor to the Panopticon. HILDRED: Now, sir? SPANDRELL: Of course now. And I want Commentator Runcible there too. And wait for me. HILDRED: Very good, Castellan. GOTH: That's an unusual request. You want the Panopticon open at this hour? SPANDRELL: For further investigation, sir. GOTH: I see. Well, if there is anything further to be discovered, Castellan. SPANDRELL: Thank you, sir. GOTH: You're keeping a close watch on the Doctor, I hope? SPANDRELL: Someone is with him all the time. GOTH: Good. You know that, apart from myself, he is the only other candidate in this election? SPANDRELL: Is that so. GOTH: A mrder and a renegade. That exposes the highest office in the land to ridicule. Well, my first action as President will be to have Cardinal Borusa draft an amendment to Article Seventeen. I shall see that this sort of thing never happens again. RUNCIBLE: It's not really my field, of course. The technician would normally be responsible. SPANDRELL: Your technician disappeared. Probably scared to death of being involved. All I want to see is the last sequence leading up to the assassination. RUNCIBLE: I expect that will be in the last band of the drum. SPANDRELL: Splendid. So perhaps you'll be good enough to fetch it. RUNCIBLE: Yes, all right, Castellan. DOCTOR: About there. SPANDRELL: Then the bllet would have passed over and to the left. DOCTOR: Yes. SPANDRELL: Let's see. HILDRED: Castellan. SPANDRELL: What is it? HILDRED: I thought I saw a movement up there. SPANDRELL: Oh, that's Runcible. Might be something across here. HILDRED (OOV.): Here, Castellan. DOCTOR: Is that it? SPANDRELL: Stasers don't do a lot of damage, except to body tissue. Looking at the President, you couldn't say whether he was ht in the head or the leg. HILDRED: That was Runcible! SPANDRELL (OOV.): Runcible, are you all right? DOCTOR: Well, at least he's alive. SPANDRELL: Come on, what happened? RUNCIBLE: Horrible. Horrible. SPANDRELL: What are you talking about? RUNCIBLE: My technician. SPANDRELL: Where? RUNCIBLE: In the camera. SPANDRELL: Good grief. What's happened to him? DOCTOR: Matter condensation. A particularly nasty sort of death. HILDRED: No wonder we couldn't find him. SPANDRELL: I've never seen anything like it. DOCTOR: I have, I'm afraid. SPANDRELL: You have? DOCTOR: Yes. It's a technique the Master picked up somewhere on his travels. SPANDRELL: Who's the Master? DOCTOR: Who is the Master? He's my sworn arch-enemy. A fiend who glories in chaos and destruction. SPANDRELL: A Time Lord? DOCTOR: Yes, a long time ago. You know, a lot of things are becoming clearer. SPANDRELL: Not to me. DOCTOR: If the Master is here on Gallifrey, then this represents the final challenge. It explains why I was brought here. There are old scores to settle. And that's just a sort of greetings card. SPANDRELL: Shut that thing up. Runcible, we are still waiting for you to find the last sequence. RUNCIBLE: It's here, Castellan. You can tell by the numbers. SPANDRELL: I can tell when I see it. Take it to Records. I'll have a look at it there. I want to know all you can tell me about this Master. And I warn you know, if there is some private feud between you, do not try to settle it on Gallifrey. DOCTOR: It cannot be avoided. Like it or not, Gallifrey is involved, and I'm afraid things will never be quite the same again. Shall we go down? SPANDRELL: If he's a Time Lord, there'll be a DE on him in the archives. DOCTOR: Mmm, perhaps, perhaps. SPANDRELL: What do you mean, perhaps? There's a full biog on every Time Lord. HILDRED: Runcible. RUNCIBLE: I'm sorry, so sorry. SPANDRELL: What? RUNCIBLE: I'm sorry, so sorry. SPANDRELL: Four cold-blooded killings in one day. DOCTOR: Flea-bitings, Spandrell, flea-bitings. Things will get a lot worse. SPANDRELL: Not here in the Time Lord Capitol. DOCTOR: Well, it might rouse some of them from their lethargy. They live for centuries and have about as much sense of adventure as dormice. ENGIN: Nothing, Castellan. There is no record of any Time Lord ever adopting that title. DOCTOR: I told you so. If there had been a DE on the Master, the first thing he would have done would be to destroy it. SPANDRELL: According to Coordinator Engin, the Time Lord data extracts cannot be withdrawn without the fact being recorded. I thought that yours had been scanned recently, but he assured me it was impossible. DOCTOR: Rubbish. Anyone with a little criminal know-how could do it. I could do it myself. ENGIN: More that criminal know-how, Doctor. Excitonic circuitry. DOCTOR: Child's play to the Master. Do you think this stuff is sophisticated? There are worlds out there where this kind of equipment would be considered prehistoric junk. SPANDRELL: What is the Master like on mathematics? DOCTOR: He's brilliant, absolutely brilliant. He's almost up to my standard. What's that? ENGIN: The APC control. DOCTOR: APC? ENGIN: Amplified Panatropic Computations. DOCTOR: Brain cells. ENGIN: Yes. Trillions of electrochemical cells in a continuous matrix. The cells are the repository of departed Time Lords. At the moment of death, an electrical scan is made of the brain pattern and these millions of impulses are immediately transferred to the DOCTOR: Shush. I understand the theory. What's the function? ENGIN: Well, to monitor life in the Capitol. We use all this combined knowledge and experience to predict future developments. DOCTOR: Ah. Like the assassination of a President. ENGIN: For some reason, that was not foreseen. DOCTOR: Oh yes, it was foreseen, Engin. It was foreseen by me. How very clever. This time he's surpassed himself. SPANDRELL: What are you talking about? DOCTOR: Well, don't you see what he's done? We Time Lords are telepathic. That's simply a brain storage system. He intercepted its forecast that the President was to be assassinated and beamed it into my mind. SPANDRELL: Is that possible? ENGIN: No. DOCTOR: Yes, yes. He could do it. You said my DE had been scanned. SPANDRELL: Yes. DOCTOR: Yes. He'd need a biography print to beam a message accurately over that distance. It makes sense, Spandrell. SPANDRELL: Maybe, but why? DOCTOR: I told you. Because he has an old score to settle. ENGIN: Doctor, I simply cannot believe that anybody could do what you're suggesting. How can one intercept a thought pattern from within the Matrix itself? DOCTOR: By going in there and joining it. SPANDRELL: You mean a living mind? DOCTOR: Well, in a sense that's all a living mind is, electrochemical impulses. If I went in there, I could discover where he intercepted the circuit. ENGIN: I couldn't allow that. It's too dangerous. The psychosomatic feedback might kll you. DOCTOR: I'm aware of that. ENGIN: It's never been done. DOCTOR: Well, it's better than being vaporised, and that's what's in store for me if I don't produce the Master. SPANDRELL: Let him try it. ENGIN: Well, all right. ENGIN: Lie down. DOCTOR: Is this what happens to the near-deceased? ENGIN: Well, they're normally unconscious. I think there might be some pain. DOCTOR: I'm ready when you are. ENGIN: Are you quite sure? DOCTOR: Get on with it. ENGIN: It's stopped. SPANDRELL: What? ENGIN: Brain activity. Look, there's nothing. SPANDRELL: You mean he's dad? ENGIN: Virtually. I warned him the psychic shock of that environment SPANDRELL: But he's still breathing. ENGIN: Oh, motor functions often continue for some. He's back! His brain must have an unusually high level of artron energy. SPANDRELL: What do you think happened in there? ENGIN: I don't know. FIGURE: You were a fool, Doctor, to venture into my domain.	{"type": "series", "show": "Doctor Who", "episode": "14x10 - The Deadly Assassin - part 2"}	foreverdreaming
THE DEADLY ASSASSIN BY: ROBERT HOLMES Part Three Original Air Date: 13 November 1976 Running time: 24:24 DOCTOR: It's an illusion. Dreams. DOCTOR: I deny this reality. The reality is a computation matrix. FIGURE (OOV.): I am the creator here, Doctor. This is my world. There is no escape for you. FIGURE: Bwahahahaha! DOCTOR: I deny it. I deny it! FIGURE (OOV.): You are trapped in my creation, Doctor. My reality rules. DOCTOR: All right, I'll fight you in your reality. FIGURE (OOV.): Then it will be a pleasure to destroy you. Be on your guard. Bwhahaha! SPANDRELL: His respiration has increased. ENGIN: That's an adrenaline response. And there's a massive blood sugar demand. That would suggest he's preparing either to run for his life, or to fight for his life. SPANDRELL: But he can't, can he? Who or what is he fighting? ENGIN: Presumably, another mind. SPANDRELL: You mean there's another living mind in the Matrix? ENGIN: I'm only speculating, Castellan. SPANDRELL: Yes. FIGURE: We have him now, but be wary. The Doctor is never more dangerous than when the odds are against him. HUNTER: (quietly) Water. He's going to need water. DOCTOR: No tnk gn. DOCTOR: I wonder what he's been up to? DOCTOR: It didn't get him. If it had, this nightmare would have ended. HUNTER: All right, Doctor. A good try, but not quite good enough. FIGURE: The fool! That could have been fatal. Physical deterioration increasing. He should have finished the Doctor off before now. FIGURE: Stand. I have a task for you. There may be difficulties. Others may try to prevent you fulfilling my orders. You will ignore them and obey only me. You will let nothing stop you. Do you understand? SOLIS: Yes, Master. I will obey only you. FIGURE: This is what you will do. DOCTOR: So that's what he was up to. HUNTER: I'm very close to you, Doctor. You'd better start running. Do you hear me, Doctor? SPANDRELL: Yes? SOLIS: Message from the Chancellor, sir. He'd like the Doctor brought to him. SPANDRELL: Solis, isn't it? SOLIS: Yes, sir. SPANDRELL: He's one of the Chancellor's personal guard. ENGIN: Very well. You'll have to wait. It'll be over soon, one way or the other. SPANDRELL: He's been in almost four minutes. How long can a living man exist in there? ENGIN: I've no data available, but his body's on the point of collapse now. Low blood pressure, shallow respiration, carbon dioxide increasing. He can't last much longer. DOCTOR: Must keep going. I must keep going. HUNTER: He can't last long. SPANDRELL: It's only a mental battle. If the Doctor's losing, why can't he just pull out? ENGIN: It's not that simple. His adversary must have been in the matrix many times before. Hey, don't touch that! SOLIS: Sorry. ENGIN: He's created a mental stronghold, a dreamscape if you like. The Doctor's got caught up in it. SPANDRELL: So he doesn't stand a chance? ENGIN: A very slight one. His opponent is expending energy in maintaining the reality projection. The Doctor can employ all his own artron energy for defence. SPANDRELL: Get back! Get back from DOCTOR: Marsh gas. MASTER: That man! One final effort. k*ll him! Destroy him! I, the Master, command you! GOTH: Where are you, Doctor? You can't win, Doctor. You might as well give up now. DOCTOR: What do you want of me? GOTH: Only your life, Doctor. Your life for my Master. DOCTOR: I'll make a bargain with you. GOTH: No bargains. Show yourself, Doctor. Get it over with. Do you hear me? DOCTOR: No. You show yourself first. Your real self. GOTH: Very well, Doctor. DOCTOR: Goth. All right, Goth, you win. GOTH: Finished, Doctor. You're finished.	{"type": "series", "show": "Doctor Who", "episode": "14x11 - The Deadly Assassin - part 3"}	foreverdreaming
THE DEADLY ASSASSIN BY: ROBERT HOLMES Part Four Original Air Date: 20 November 1976 Running time: 24:23 MASTER: You wistful, you craven-hearted spineless poltroon. You failed me. GOTH: Too, too strong. Too much artron energy. MASTER: Bah. There's only one chance now. GOTH: Master, what are you doing? MASTER: I must trap him in the Matrix. GOTH: No, Master, no. For pity's sake! The connections. You'll kll me. MASTER: I've no time to waste on you. ENGIN: The circuits! SPANDRELL: No, you can't! If you cut the power, the Doctor will die in there. ENGIN: But the circuits are blwing. If there's a fre, the whole panatropic net, thousands of brain patterns will be destroyed forever. SPANDRELL: They're not alive. The Doctor is, I hope. ENGIN: It's all right, Spandrell. He's made it. MASTER: They've cut the net. He must be out. GOTH: You fiend. Why did I believe in you? MASTER: I'll cheat them yet. I'm not beaten. DOCTOR: Do you mind? This is a non-smoking compartment. ENGIN: What? DOCTOR: What? SPANDRELL: How do you feel, Doctor? DOCTOR: Tired. SPANDRELL: Yes, you'd better rest. You took quite a beating in there. DOCTOR: You should see the other fellow. Where is he, by the way? ENGIN: Who? DOCTOR: Goth. SPANDRELL: Did you say Goth, the Chancellor? DOCTOR: Yes. The Master's legman. He's the assassin, Spandrell. SPANDRELL: That's why he wanted a quick execution. DOCTOR: Yes. Yes. That's right. DOCTOR: It was Goth, remember, who ordered my TARDIS to be transducted into the Capitol. He knew I was still inside it. Goth must have his own link with the Matrix. A tap-in. We've got to trace it back to him before he recovers. What's underneath here? ENGIN: Only service ducts. DOCTOR: Is that all? ENGIN: Well, a long way down, vaults and foundations dating from the old time. DOCTOR: Come on, come on. Show me. SPANDRELL: Doctor. DOCTOR: The Master. SPANDRELL: Is he dad? DOCTOR: Yes. ENGIN: The Chancellor's still alive. SPANDRELL: Not for long, by the look of him. ENGIN: He must have taken the full shock. GOTH: So, Doctor, you bat us in the end. DOCTOR: Goth. Goth, why did you do it? GOTH: Wanted power. Wanted to be President. DOCTOR: But you would have been. GOTH: President told me I was not his successor. SPANDRELL: So you klled him? GOTH: For him, the Master. His plan. DOCTOR: What was his plan, Goth? GOTH: Met him on Tersurus. He was dying. No more regeneration possible. Promised me share all his knowledge if I bring him to Gallifrey. DOCTOR: Goth? Goth, what was his plan? GOTH: Couldn't fight his mental dominance. Did everything he asked. Sorry now. DOCTOR: Goth, what was ENGIN: It's no use, Doctor. DOCTOR: No answer to a straight question. Typical politician. SPANDRELL: It seems clear how it happened. The Master tried to trap the Doctor in the APC net by overloading the neuron fields. Then he collapsed and died, leaving Chancellor Goth still connected into the circuit. BORUSA: Natural causes? SPANDRELL: Yes, sir. His body was extremely emaciated. He had come to the end of his regeneration cycle. BORUSA: No. DOCTOR: No what, Cardinal? BORUSA: The story is not acceptable. This is a very difficult, very delicate position. We must adjust the truth. ENGIN: In what way, Cardinal? BORUSA: In a way that will maintain public confidence in the Time Lords and their leadership. How many people have seen this Master since his death? SPANDRELL: Apart from ourselves, Hildred and the two guards who took the body to the Panopticon vault. BORUSA: Then we shall rely on their silence. We shall change the appearance of the corpse, Castellan. We all know the posthumous effect of a staser bolt. Within the hour, the body will be charred beyond recognition. Our story is going to be that the Master arrived in Gallifrey to assassinate the President, secretly. Before he could escape, Chancellor Goth tracked him down and klled him, unfortunately perishing himself in the exchange of fre. Now that's much better. I can believe that. ENGIN: You're making Goth into a hero? BORUSA: If heroes don't exist, it is necessary to invent them. Good for public morale. ENGIN: And the Doctor's part in all this? BORUSA: Best forgotten. Of course, Doctor, the charge against you will be dropped. DOCTOR: How kind. BORUSA: Conditional on your leaving Gallifrey tonight. DOCTOR: Somehow, Cardinal, I don't want to stay. BORUSA: Good. I believe you know something of the Master's past. DOCTOR: We've bumped into each other from time to time. BORUSA: Then before you leave, you can assist Coordinator Engin to compile a new biog of him. It doesn't have to be entirely accurate. DOCTOR: Like Time Lord history. BORUSA: A few facts, Coordinator, will lend it verisimilitude. We cannot make the Master into a public enemy if there is no data on him. ENGIN: I can have an authentic seeming data extract ready by morning, Cardinal. BORUSA: I'll leave that to you then. Later, Castellan, we must take another look at data security. We cannot have Time Lord DEs simply vanishing from the records. SPANDRELL: I agree, sir. BORUSA: Well, I think that's all. You'll attend immediately to the cosmetic treatment? SPANDRELL: Sorry? BORUSA: The body, Castellan. DOCTOR: Only in mathematics will we find truth. ENGIN: What? DOCTOR: Borusa used to say that during my time at the Academy, and now he's setting out to prove it. HILDRED: Over there? HILDRED: Commander Hildred, Sector seven. SPANDRELL (on screen): A little job for you, well within your capacity. Come to the Chancellery. HILDRED: Immediately, Castellan. ENGIN: What about his character? DOCTOR: Bad. ENGIN: Oh, Doctor, could you please be a little more specific? DOCTOR: Yes. He was evil, cunning and resourceful. Highly developed powers of ESP and a formidable hypnotist. And the more I think about it, the less likely it seems. ENGIN: What? DOCTOR: Well, that the Master would meekly accept the end of his regeneration cycle. It's not his style at all. ENGIN: But that's something we must all accept, Doctor. DOCTOR: Thank you. Not the Master. No, he had some sort of plan. That's why he came here, Engin. ENGIN: After the twelfth regeneration, there is no plan that will postpone death. DOCTOR: He had a plan. Something to do with Goth becoming the President. What's so special about the President, Engin? ENGIN: Nothing. He's simply an elected Time Lord, usually from some senior position. He holds the symbols of office, but otherwise he's no different from any other Time Lord. DOCTOR: Symbols. ENGIN: Yes. Relics from the old time. The Sash of Rassilon. The Key. DOCTOR: Tell me about Rassilon. ENGIN: Well, it's all in the book of the old time. But there's a modern transgram that's much less difficult. DOCTOR: Could we hear that? ENGIN: You mean now? DOCTOR: Oh! ENGIN: What is it? DOCTOR: Engin, I can feel my hair curling, and that means either it's going to rain or else I'm on to something. HILDRED: I understand, Castellan. SPANDRELL: I chose you for this special mission because he's already dad. You are unlikely to miss him. HILDRED: No, sir. SPANDRELL: Right, off you go. Not a word to anyone. HILDRED: Castellan, we found this in the adytum, under the chair where the body was. SPANDRELL: Empty, but enough traces to analyse, no doubt. Thank you, Commander. And report back after you've restructured the Master. ENGIN: And today we tend to think of Rassilon as the founder of our modern civilisation. But in his own time he was regarded mainly as an engineer and an architect. And, of course, it was long before we turned aside from the barren road of technology. DOCTOR: Yes, that's all very interesting. Could we hear the transgram? ENGIN: Early history is something of a pet subject. WOMAN (OOV.): And Rassilon journeyed into the black void with a great fleet. Within the void, no light would shine and nothing of that outer nature continue in being, except that which existed within the Sash of Rassilon. DOCTOR: Must be a black hole. ENGIN: What? DOCTOR: Shush. WOMAN (OOV.): Now Rassilon found the Eye of Harmony, which balances all things, that they may neither flux nor wither nor change their state in any measure. And he caused the Eye to be brought to the world of Gallifrey wherein he sealed this beneficence with the Great Key. DOCTOR: What's the Great Key? WOMAN (OOV.): Then the people rejoiced ENGIN: It's an ebonite rod carried by the President on ceremonial occasions. But it's actual function, if it ever had one, is a complete mystery. DOCTOR: Where's it kept? ENGIN: In the Panopticon. There's a display case of relics. DOCTOR: And the Sash of Rassilon, where's that? ENGIN: Oh, that's held by the President. That stays in his possession. DOCTOR: Of course. What a stupendous egotist. ENGIN: Who? DOCTOR: The Master. He'd have destroyed Gallifrey, the Time Lords, everything, just for the sake of his own survival. SPANDRELL: It seems that the Master didn't die from natural causes. DOCTOR: What? SPANDRELL: He klled himself. Careful, it's poison. DOCTOR: Tricophenyladehyde. SPANDRELL: Deadly, no doubt. DOCTOR: No. It's a neural inhibitor. Spandrell, we've been fooled. SPANDRELL: What? DOCTOR: The Master, he's still alive. SPANDRELL: I've just sent Hildred to staser him. SPANDRELL: The vault's this way. MASTER: Bah. SPANDRELL: Hildred. The Master, he's gone. SPANDRELL: Look. ENGIN: Amazing. DOCTOR: The Master's consumed with hatred. It's his one great weakness. MASTER: Ha. Weakness, Doctor? Hate is strength. DOCTOR: Not in your case. You'd delay an execution to pull the wings off a fly. MASTER: This time, Doctor, the execution will not be delayed. Castellan, I assure you I am not nearly so infirm as I look. Now you, bring me the Sash of Rassilon. Oh yes, Doctor, why else do you think I feigned death? When Goth failed me, it was necessary to more direct means. But the Sash is wasted on our dad friend, don't you think so? Bring it to me! DOCTOR: Don't do it, Engin. MASTER: A stupid remark, Doctor. Resistance is futile now. DOCTOR: Don't give him the Sash, Engin. MASTER: I have suffered long enough from your stupid, stubborn interference in my designs. Now we are coming to the end of our conflict, Doctor. DOCTOR: Why have you brought me here? MASTER: As a scapegoat for the klling of the President. Who else but you, Doctor? So despicably good, so insufferably compassionate. I wanted you to die in ignominious shame and disgrace. MASTER: Now, do as I say, Coordinator, or you'll get the same. MASTER: They're not dad. Stunned. They'll live long enough to see the end of this accursed planet, and for the Doctor to taste the full bitterness of his defeat! DOCTOR: The Sash. Where's the Sash? ENGIN: It's gone. DOCTOR: What? ENGIN: Well, what could I do? It's only of symbolic value anyway. DOCTOR: Engin, that Sash is a technological masterpiece. It protects its wearer from being sucked into a parallel universe. All he needs now is the Great Key and he can regenerate himself and release a force that'll obliterate this entire stellar system. ENGIN: You really mean it? DOCTOR: Well of course I mean it. Don't you realise what Rassilon did? What the Eye of Harmony is? Remember? That which balances all things. It can only be the nucleus of a black hole. SPANDRELL: But the Eye of Harmony is a myth. It no longer exists. DOCTOR: A myth? Spandrell, all the power of the Time Lords devolves from it. Neither flux nor wither nor change their state. Rassilon sab all the elements of a black hole and set them in an eternally dynamic equation against the mass of the planet. If the Master interferes, it'll be the end not only of this world, but of a hundred other worlds too. MASTER: Rassilon's star, the Eye of Harmony. ENGIN: It's no good. We can never move it. DOCTOR: You're right, but we've got to get out of this place. DOCTOR: There's a light up there. Where does that lead, Spandrell? SPANDRELL: The Panopticon. An old service shaft. DOCTOR: Right. ENGIN: It's a hundred feet, Doctor, at least. DOCTOR: Oh, come on, come on, give us a bunk up. ENGIN: What's that? SPANDRELL: If the Doctor's right, the end of the world is approaching. MASTER: Rassilon's discovery, all mine. I shall have supreme power over the universe. Master of all matter! Bwhahahaha! MASTER: Doctor, my congratulations. You're just in time for the end. DOCTOR: You're insane. You're insane, do you hear me? You're releasing a force that nothing can stop. MASTER: Take the Rod. You can take it with you to your grave, except that none of you will need a grave. DOCTOR: If you undo that, you'll die as surely as any of us. MASTER: You can do better than that, Doctor. Even in extremis, I wear the Sash of Rassilon. DOCTOR: Yes, and the President was wearing it when he was sh*t down. The Sash won't protect you. It's damaged. MASTER: You lie. BORUSA: Half the city in ruins. Untold damage, countless lives lost. ENGIN: But for the Doctor it could have been much worse. BORUSA: Yes indeed, I am conscious of the debt we owe the Doctor. But Gallifrey has never know such a catastrophe, such devastation. What will we say? DOCTOR: Well, you'll just have to adjust the truth again, Cardinal. What about subsidence owing to a plague of mice? BORUSA: As I believe I told you long ago, Doctor, you will never amount to anything in the galaxy while you retain your propensity for vulgar facetiousness. DOCTOR: Yes, sir. You said that many times, sir. May I go, sir? BORUSA: Certainly you may, preferably with the utmost expedition. Perhaps you will see that the transduction barriers are raised, Castellan. SPANDRELL: Yes, sir. BORUSA: Oh, Doctor? DOCTOR: Sir? BORUSA: Nine out of ten. DOCTOR: Oh. Thank you, sir. ENGIN: You know, Doctor, if you wanted to stay, I'm sure any past difficulties could be overlooked. DOCTOR: But I like it out there, thank you very much. SPANDRELL: The barriers are raised, Doctor. DOCTOR: Thank you, Spandrell. ENGIN: It's we who should thank you, Doctor, for destroying the Master. DOCTOR: Well, I didn't actually see him fall, you know. I was quite busy. ENGIN: Oh, but if by some miracle he survived the fall into that chasm, he was dying anyway. DOCTOR: There was a good deal of power coming out of that monolith, and the Sash would have helped him to convert it. SPANDRELL: Are you suggesting he survived? DOCTOR: No, no, I hope not, Spandrell. And there's no one in all the galaxies I'd say that about. The quintessence of evil. Goodbye, Spandrell. SPANDRELL: Goodbye, Doctor. ENGIN: Goodbye, Doctor! DOCTOR: Oh, goodbye, Engin, goodbye. SPANDRELL: Look, the Master. ENGIN: Where do you think they're heading? SPANDRELL: Out into the universe. But, you know, I have a feeling it isn't big enough for the two of them. MASTER: Bwhahahaha!	{"type": "series", "show": "Doctor Who", "episode": "14x12 - The Deadly Assassin - part 4"}	foreverdreaming
THE FACE OF EVIL BY: CHRIS BOUCHER Part One Original Air Date: 1 January 1977 Running time: 24:58 CALIB: You are the leader, Andor. It is for you to decide. But there can be but one punishment for such a heresy. Banishment. ANDOR: What say you, Sole? SOLE: (old man) You know you should not ask. ANDOR: Then it is agreed. You must be sent beyond. TOMAS: No! She's young, she spoke rashly. LEELA: Don't beg, Tomas. What I said was the truth. NEEVA: What she said profaned the holy purpose of the tribe of Sevateem. LEELA: Holy purpose? To die in another useless attck? NEEVA: The great god Xoanon demands that she be cast out. He told me this. LEELA: Liar! There is no Xoanon. NEEVA: Blasphemy! ANDOR: Leela, will you take the test of the Horda? ANDOR: Will any take it for her? SOLE: I will. LEELA: No. You'll be klled too. SOLE: Be silent, daughter. You have said enough. ANDOR: Test him. LEELA: Andor, please, call them back. What I said, I was wrong. Forgive me, please. Neeva, greatest shaman, Speaker of Law, forgive me, please. ANDOR: Be silent, girl. Your father was a warrior. Do not shame him. ANDOR: Outcast of the tribe of Sevateem, be gone from us. NEEVA: Spawn of the evil one, return to your master. ANDOR: You have until sunrise. If you are still within the boundary then, you must be thrown to the Horda. DOCTOR: I think this is not Hyde Park. Could be a nexial discontinuity. Must remember to overhaul those tracers. Put a knot in my hanky. DOCTOR: I wonder what that was for. Little look round, Doctor? Why not. LEELA: Tomas. What are you doing here? TOMAS: I've come to take you back. LEELA: You can't. TOMAS: I saw Neeva send them. We can tell the council. LEELA: It won't make any difference. Not now. TOMAS: You can't cross the boundary. LEELA: They didn't leave me much choice. TOMAS: There are phantoms in the beyond. LEELA: Feast fre stories. TOMAS: Well, there's something there. LEELA: Then I'll face it. I can take care of myself. TOMAS: I'll go with you. LEELA: No. Go back to the tribe. I'm going now. Goodbye, Tomas. Beware of the devious Caleb. One day he'll get so cunning even he won't know what he's planned. DOCTOR: Hello. Hello, did I startle you? Don't be afraid. I won't hurt you. LEELA: The Evil One. DOCTOR: Well, nobody's perfect, but that's overstating it a little. I'm the Doctor. What's your name? LEELA: Leela. DOCTOR: Leela. A nice name, Leela. I never met anyone called Leela. Would you like a jelly baby? LEELA: It's true, then. They say the Evil One eats babies. DOCTOR: You mustn't believe all they say. No, these are sweets. They're rather good. Go on, have one. DOCTOR: Go on. DOCTOR: Leela. Leela, either you've got four friends with very bad colds, or we're in danger. Which is it? LEELA: They're your creatures. DOCTOR: They are? I wonder if they know that. What are they like? LEELA: They can't be seen. DOCTOR: Ah. LEELA: They are phantoms. DOCTOR: Invisible. We've got a chance. LEELA: A magic talisman? DOCTOR: No, it's a clockwork egg timer. To our friends, whatever they are, the visible spectrum is irrelevant. They're blind. Crudely speaking, they home in on vibrations. DOCTOR: Now, Leela LEELA: They've gone. DOCTOR: Shush, shush, shush. I want you to do exactly as I say. You and I are going to walk away from here very slowly and very quietly. And no matter what happens, you mustn't cry out or make any sudden move. And above all, you mustn't run until I tell you. Is that clear? DOCTOR: Good. Now come on. Come on. DOCTOR: Freeze. LEELA: What? DOCTOR: Shush! DOCTOR: Now tread carefully. DOCTOR: Saved by the bell. Come on. Come on. TOMAS: Caleb! Caleb, wait. I don't know if you're interested, but Neeva sent two men in secret to try and kll Leela. CALEB: I'm interested, Tomas. TOMAS: They failed. CALEB: Neeva is making mistakes. TOMAS: You must call a council meeting and tell them. CALEB: Tell them what? TOMAS: That he broke the law. CALEB: Oh, don't be naive, Tomas. Even if the council believed it, don't you think Neeva would have an answer? He's the Speaker of Law. TOMAS: There must be something we can do? CALEB: There is. You know he's promised us victory in the raid. TOMAS: What more would you expect? CALEB: No, he's promised us! He says Xoanon has told him we will win. You see what that means? TOMAS: That he will look a fool if we don't. CALEB: More than that. He's going to look like the charlatan he is. Then we can move against him and that puppet, Andor. TOMAS: Many men are going to die, Caleb. We should stop the raid! CALEB: Leela tried. TOMAS: And she's probably dad. LEELA: Stop, we're safe now. We can rest. The creatures won't cross the boundary. DOCTOR: How can you be sure? LEELA: They never have. You should know that. DOCTOR: I keep on telling you, I'm not the Evil One. Who was it saved your life? LEELA: You did. DOCTOR: Yes, thank you. Never cross the boundary? You know something? I'm sure those creatures don't stay on their side of the boundary out of a sense of fair play. There must be a fence of some kind. LEELA: A fence? DOCTOR: Yes, a fence. XOANON (OOV.): Neeva! Neeva! NEEVA: Speak, lord, for your servant hears. XOANON (OOV.): The girl Leela has returned across the boundary. You have failed. NEEVA: O great god Xoanon, I have faithfully done all that you commanded of me. XOANON (OOV.): You crawling thing, do you presume to argue? NEEVA: No, master. Forgive me. XOANON (OOV.): She and the one who is with her must be destroyed. See that it is done. DOCTOR: Got it. Low intensity sonic disrupter set in a hundred and eighty degree spread. Simple but effective. LEELA: Does that keep away the phantoms? DOCTOR: Yes. It gives them a nasty headache if they go too close. They're probably set at intervals along the whole boundary. DOCTOR: The technology's quite advanced, so you didn't put them there. LEELA: Xoanon! DOCTOR: Xoanon? What's those? LEELA: He's worshiped by the tribe. DOCTOR: What, he's a god? LEELA: Yes. I was cast out for speaking against him. DOCTOR: Really. LEELA: It's said he's held cptive. DOCTOR: By whom? LEELA: By the Evil One and his followers, the Tesh. Maybe there is a holy purpose. I don't know what to believe anymore. DOCTOR: Well, that sounds healthy anyway, Leela. Never be certain of anything. It's a sign of weakness. Now, where's this Xoanon held? LEELA: Within the Black Wall, wherein lies Paradise. DOCTOR: Is that just religious gobbledygook, or is that an actual place? LEELA: There is a Wall. DOCTOR: Is there. Will you show me? ANDOR: Why has the game disappeared from the land? Where is the love of Xoanon for his people? Where is your magic? NEEVA: Xoanon knows there are those amongst the people who do not wish to fight. ANDOR: And so he starves us? NEEVA: No, but how can he bless people who do not love him? There will be food for those who brave the Wall in his name. ANDOR: Men do not fight well on empty stomachs! NEEVA: The Wall will be at its weakest soon. Soon you can call the warriors and I will speak the litany. ANDOR: Do not delay too long. ANDOR: Well, Tomas? TOMAS: There's something I wish to say. ANDOR: Yes? TOMAS: You should know that I agreed with Leela about the attck. It's madness. Many of us will die and we shall achieve nothing. ANDOR: Nevertheless, we shall attck. ANDOR (OOV.): It is the will of Xoanon. TOMAS (OOV.): We only have Neeva's word for that. ANDOR: We must have faith. TOMAS: In the word of an assassin? He sent men to try and kll Leela, but perhaps you already knew that. ANDOR: Watch your tongue, boy! And don't let me hear you speak against the attck again. We shall strive to free Xoanon from the Tesh, and we will do it together, as one people. TOMAS: Yes, Andor. ANDOR: Come, Tomas LEELA: Shush. DOCTOR: What is it? LEELA: I thought I heard something. DOCTOR: What? LEELA: Into cover, quick. DOCTOR: I don't. Leela? Leela, where are you? LEELA: Over here. DOCTOR: What? This is no time to be playing games. LEELA: I don't understand. DOCTOR: You don't understand? If they're preparing for a battle, they're hardly likely to send men on patrol on the off-chance that you might come back. DOCTOR: On the other hand, I could be wrong about that. (OOV.): Stand still! DOCTOR: Oh, absolutely. (quietly) Keep down, Leela, and get moving. LEELA: (quietly) I can't leave you. They'll kll you. DOCTOR: (quietly): Go away. (loud) That was either very good shting or very bad. Either way, I wouldn't dream of moving. WARRIOR: Who are you? DOCTOR: I'm the Doctor. Who are you and why are you shting at me? WARRIOR: Where is Leela? DOCTOR: Who? WARRIOR: Spread out. She must be here somewhere. DOCTOR: Look, would you mind if I turned round? I feel a bit silly talking to this tree. WARRIOR: The Evil One. DOCTOR: Oh dear, you too. Well then, tread softly, gentlemen, or I'll turn you into toads. DOCTOR: That gesture you did. Yes, that's the one. It's presumably to ward off evil. It's interesting because it's also the sequence for checking the seals on a Starfall Seven spacesuit. And what makes that particularly interesting is that you don't know what a Starfall Seven spacesuit is, do you. DOCTOR: Now drop your wapon, or I'll kll him with this deadly jelly baby. WARRIOR: kll him, then. DOCTOR: What? WARRIOR: kll him, then. DOCTOR: I don't take orders from anyone. DOCTOR: Take me to your leader. ANDOR: Bring it forth. DOCTOR: Good evening. I think you're going to be very happy I came here tonight. NEEVA: Hi ya, hi ya. DOCTOR: I'd be careful of that if I were you. It's an ultrabeam accelerator. NEEVA: See how it fears the sacred relics of Xoanon. DOCTOR: If there happens to be a charge in there, you could transform this whole village into a smoky hole in the ground. NEEVA: Hear how it thrat us. DOCTOR: Yes, well, look, if you'll just untie my hands, I think I have an idea of what's going on. I may be able to help. NEEVA: Hear how it squirms for release. Hey, hi ya. Ah, it cannot deceive us. DOCTOR: Oh no, I can see you're a person of very superior intellect. (to Andor) Are you the leader of this tribe, or his he? ANDOR: Bring it closer. ANDOR: Will you release our god Xoanon? DOCTOR: Well, gladly, if I was holding him prisoner, but I'm not. ANDOR: Then you must be destroyed, that we may release him. DOCTOR: Eh? NEEVA: Wait, Andor. Call the warriors together and I will speak the litany. Then it shall be destroyed before them and they will know that victory is ours. ANDOR: Very well. NEEVA: I will prepare myself. ANDOR: Guard, give the signal. DOCTOR: Don't hurry on my account. ANDOR: I cannot believe it. DOCTOR: Andor, listen to me. ANDOR: No. No! DOCTOR: Andor, please listen to me. I am not the Evil One. I am a traveller, that's all. Your tribe has obviously been visited by travellers before. ANDOR: Before? But that is impossible. DOCTOR: They're space travellers, Andor. Men from another world. The whole place is littered with their equipment, their wapon and tools. Your legend of a cptive god is obviously related to them in some way. ANDOR: Guard it well. DOCTOR: Andor, please think about what ANDOR: Its words are evil. DOCTOR: Andor. ANDOR: Do not listen to him! DOCTOR: Andor, klling me isn't going to help you. It isn't going to do me much good either, is it. NEEVA: Let the tribe of the Sevateem partake of your strength, Xoanon, that they may inherit your kingdom. Hear thy servant Neeva. Hear the shaman of the Sevateem. Hear my prayer. NEEVA: Lugo, when I reach the end of the litany, you know what to do. NEEVA: Our fathers of the tribe of Sevateem were sent forth by God to seek Paradise. ALL: And still we seek. NEEVA: They searched and found it not. While they searched, the tribe of Tesh. ALL: Cursed be the cowards of Tesh. NEEVA: Remained at the place of land, betrayed our fathers. ALL: Death to the betrayers of Tesh. ALL (OOV.): Death to the betrayers of Tesh. NEEVA (OOV.): Made a pact with the Evil One, and God turned his face from us. NEEVA (OOV.): And the Evil One raised the Tower of Immolo and the Black Wall and gave them to the tribe of Tesh. DOCTOR: How did you do that? LEELA: Janis thorn. It paralyses, then kills. There's no cure. ALL (OOV.): Cursed be the tribe of Tesh. DOCTOR: What? LEELA: It was necessary. ALL (OOV.): Cursed be the tribe of Tesh. LEELA: Come on. NEEVA: The tribe of Tesh stand between the sons of the tribe of Sevateem and Xoanon, god of their fathers. We must kll the servants of the Evil One. ALL: kll the Tesh. kll the Tesh! ALL (OOV.): kll the Tesh! DOCTOR: No, listen. Listen. LEELA: We haven't got time to listen. ALL (OOV.): kll the Tesh! LEELA: They're coming to the bit about klling the Evil One, and that's you! Have you forgotten? NEEVA (OOV.): Now is the time when the Sevateem shall rise in their wrath. DOCTOR: Do you know this litany? LEELA: Of course. We're taught it as children. ALL (OOV.): In the name of Xoanon. DOCTOR: Good. Then let's go, and don't dawdle. NEEVA: And kll their master, the Evil One! ALL (OOV.): Destroy it. Destroy it! Destroy it! WARRIOR: It's escaped! The Evil One's escaped! NEEVA: Find it! Find it! Search everywhere! WARRIOR 2: Here! It's here! DOCTOR: That wasn't necessary. Who licensed you to slaughter people? No more Janis thorns, you understand? Ever. ANDOR: He must be recaptured. It is imperative. TOMAS: Right, Andor. ANDOR: Take four men and search beyond the village. CALIB: Quickly. Quickly! DOCTOR: This way. LEELA: No, this way. DOCTOR: What? LEELA: This way. CALIB: Neeva! Neeva! NEEVA: Well? CALIB: It got away, with Leela's help. NEEVA: Devil-spawned witch. CALIB: They will be found. Andor's organising search parties. NEEVA: It's too late. Tell him the att*ck must not be delayed. DOCTOR: Well now, it seems I have been here before. LEELA: That's the Evil One. DOCTOR: Is it. DOCTOR: I must have made quite an impression.	{"type": "series", "show": "Doctor Who", "episode": "14x13 - The Face of Evil - part 1"}	foreverdreaming
THE FACE OF EVIL BY: CHRIS BOUCHER Part Two Original Air Date: 8 January 1977 Running time: 24:58 LEELA: What happened? You must be able to remember. DOCTOR: Well, of course I can remember. I'm trying to. Perhaps I was on another part of the planet. LEELA: There is no other part. Only beyond the Wall. DOCTOR: Beyond the Wall. I wonder. LEELA: What? DOCTOR: Shush, shush, shush. I'm wondering. Back to the village. LEELA: We can't! DOCTOR: Why not? LEELA: We'll be torn to pieces! DOCTOR: Not if they don't catch us, we won't. Anyway, they'll be preparing for their battle. LEELA: That's what you said last time. DOCTOR: Well, you can't expect perfection, you know. Not even from me. LEELA: (silent) Oh, you. ANDOR: The men refuse to attck while the Evil One is out there. NEEVA: I have been thinking. We tell them it has been destroyed. ANDOR: No! I will not lie to my people. NEEVA: The Wall will be open for a very short time. We dare not delay. We must attck now, or you betray our god. ANDOR: Has Xoanon commanded this? NEEVA: He has. ANDOR: Guard, sound the call. ANDOR: You had better be right, Neeva, because servant of Xoanon or not, if we fail, I will kll you. NEEVA: Xoanon has promised us victory. ANDOR: No. He has promised you. And you have promised us. DOCTOR: (quietly) I must examine those relics. LEELA: (quietly) The village was dangerous enough, but the shrine of Xoanon? NEEVA: Speak to me, Xoanon, that I may know your will. Speak, Xoanon. Speak. WARRIOR (OOV.): Shaman Neeva! It's time to leave! NEEVA: I'm coming. WARRIOR: Andor asks that you do not delay. NEEVA: I said I'm coming! DOCTOR: I like the hat. Very fetching. LEELA: That was the Hand of Xoanon. DOCTOR: That was an armoured space glove, or what was left of one. ANDOR: The attck must begin at once. NEEVA: Xoanon has spoken. We shall not fail. DOCTOR: It's all clear. DOCTOR: Amazing. You know, I had a feeling, I had a feeling that Neeva was actually expecting to hear an answer to his prayer. LEELA: There wouldn't be much point in praying if he didn't. DOCTOR: I could quote you a few theologians who'd give you an argument on that. He was listening. DOCTOR: Hello? Intergalactic Operator? Hello? Over? dad as a Dalek. There must be something. LEELA: Why did you talk to that tube? DOCTOR: I thought I recognised it. XOANON (OOV.): Neeva. XOANON: Neeva! DOCTOR: Poor old Neeva. Hotline to god. Psst. Don't be afraid. It's only a machine for sending voices over long distances. That may be Xoanon speaking, but it's not God. Gods don't use transceivers. LEELA: Are you certain? DOCTOR: Aren't you? LEELA: Yes. DOCTOR: That's better. XOANON (OOV.): Neeva. Neeva. DOCTOR: I'm sorry, Neeva isn't here at the moment. Could I take a message? Over. XOANON (OOV.): At last we are here. At last. At last. Us. DOCTOR: Us? XOANON (OOV.): You. Me. Us. We. At last I shall be free of us. DOCTOR: Who are you? XOANON (OOV.): Don't I know? DOCTOR: Leela, I have a feeling. Something nasty. Something I did. It seems like it. LEELA: What are you talking about? DOCTOR: Who did that voice remind you of? LEELA: You. It was your voice. How could that be? DOCTOR: More to the point, who could that be? I must take a look at the Wall. DOCTOR: It's a time barrier. LEELA: I don't understand. DOCTOR: The principle's really quite simple. You just move everything forward a couple of seconds inside it. You get a barrier that's impervious to all energy. A true void. I've seen it done as a parlour trick, but never on this scale. LEELA: Isn't there any way to get through it? DOCTOR: Not unless whoever set it up deliberately bridged it. LEELA: So that means Andor and the others DOCTOR: Are walking into a trap, yes. LEELA: Isn't there any way we can warn them? DOCTOR: It's too late. Anyway, they wouldn't listen. LEELA: Caleb might. Let's try. ANDOR: attck! ANDOR: Come on, attck! TOMAS: attck! ALL: attck! attck! NEEVA: Xoanon, protect your warriors and strengthen their arms, that they may free you. TOMAS: attck! LEELA: Someone's coming. DOCTOR: Hello, Caleb. I was just thinking about you. CALEB: So Neeva and Andor were lying. DOCTOR: I wouldn't be surprised. CALEB: Where's Leela? LEELA: Behind you. CALEB: Ah. DOCTOR: How was the battle? CALEB: Just as the old ones remembered the last time. The Wall closed up. LEELA: A mssacre? CALEB: More than half the men were klled, and we never even saw the Tesh. LEELA: You seem unhurt. CALEB: There's no virtue in dying, Leela. LEELA: That rather depends on what you do to avoid it. DOCTOR: Leela, put the Knfe away. I'm sure he's a reasonable man. CALEB: Thank you. So what do you want of me? LEELA: We need someone's help. DOCTOR: Leela seems to think it might be yours. LEELA: The tribe is in desperate danger, Caleb. The Doctor can help. He's the only one who can. But we must convince the others he's not the Evil One. DOCTOR: Having first of all, of course, convinced you. CALEB: I don't think you're the Evil One, and never have. I don't believe in ghosts. DOCTOR: I'm impressed. Perhaps Leela's right about you. CALEB: But if I'm to help, I need to know everything. DOCTOR: There isn't much time. You see, Leela and I found an impenetrable barrier CALEB: Janis thorn. Something you haven't thought of. Now stay where you are. DOCTOR: I thought you were too easily convinced. CALEB: I meant it. You're certainly not the Evil One, but the others think you are. Neeva said you'd been destroyed. You're just the evidence I need to break him. DOCTOR: She underestimated your ambition. CALEB: It's for the good of the tribe. DOCTOR: Of course. This too. CALEB: She would have opposed me. I said stay where you are! DOCTOR: You need me alive, remember? TOMAS: Caleb, you held back! You cost us the attck! DOCTOR: Come in. Who are you? TOMAS: Tomas. Leela! What have you done to her? DOCTOR: He poisoned her with a Janis thorn. Up! CALEB: You've broken my leg. DOCTOR: I'll break your nose if you don't get up. Now pick her up, both of you. CALEB: It takes skill to use one of those. DOCTOR: What, at this range? No, all it needs is a flick of the wrist. Pick her up. DOCTOR: And move. DOCTOR: Gently. CALEB: Now what are you going to do? DOCTOR: Tomas, you don't want her to die, do you? TOMAS: No, of course not. DOCTOR: Then cover him. I need time to work. DOCTOR: This is a bioanalyser, rattlesnake. I can identify the poison and programme the medikit to make an antitoxin. TOMAS: Back against the wall. CALEB: I'm going to give the alarm. TOMAS: Back against the wall! CALEB: Oh, don't be a fool, Tomas! CALEB: What do you suppose he's doing, Tomas? You don't really think that's going to help Leela, poking around in Neeva's relics? DOCTOR: Shut up, rattlesnake. I'm trying to save time. Leela hasn't got much left. TOMAS: I think she's dad. DOCTOR: Got it! TOMAS: He's gone! DOCTOR: Watch the door. LEELA: Doctor? DOCTOR: Are you all right? LEELA: The Janis thorn. There's no cure. DOCTOR: Yes, there is. Just a matter of finding one. LEELA: Do you know the answer to everything? DOCTOR: Yes. Well, no, no. Answers are easy. It's asking the right questions that is hard. TOMAS: They're coming. DOCTOR: Can you move? LEELA: I think so. My arm hurts a bit. DOCTOR: Tomas, take her out of the back way. LEELA: I'm staying with you. DOCTOR: You're going with Tomas. I'll meet you both later. Go. DOCTOR: Good evening, gentlemen. You know, I never thought you'd get here. Good heavens, look at that. DOCTOR: Now then, down to business. I'm beginning to think you don't like me. Ah, Neeva. Is it really you? They told me you were dad. Or was it the other way round? ANDOR: So Caleb was right. Both of you in league with the Evil One. TOMAS: You blind, blind fool, Andor. WARRIOR: You lied to us! MAN: Come on, Neeva, tell them your mistake. ANDOR: Silence! Be silent! WARRIOR: You said it was destroyed! NEEVA: Did it not bring the witch, its servant, to life? I tell you it was destroyed, but not totally, so it renewed itself. DOCTOR: Ha! If you can believe that, you can believe anything. I'll tell you once again. I am not the Evil One. ANDOR: But it was you, you who wiped out the attck. DOCTOR: Oh, flapdoodle! I was nowhere near it. LEELA: That's true. I was with him all the time. NEEVA: Pah! Would you believe a witch? DOCTOR: The attck failed because it was a trap from the start. NEEVA: And who would have set such a trap? LEELA: Xoanon! TOMAS: Oh, that was a great mistake. NEEVA: They must all be totally destroyed. Throw them to the Horda! DOCTOR: What do you mean, throw them? What is a Horda, anyway? CALEB: No, wait! I do not believe he is the Evil One. LEELA: Conscience? DOCTOR: No, politics. He's trying to break Neeva's hold on the tribe. CALEB: If he can be klled, then he is not the Evil One, because the Evil One is a god. DOCTOR: Good point. Fifteen love. NEEVA: The litany says it can be destroyed. DOCTOR: Fifteen all. CALEB: I say we should put it to the test and see if he speaks truly. ANDOR: But the test is for mortals. CALEB: If he can be klled then he is a mortal! DOCTOR: Game, set and match to Caleb, I think. DOCTOR: So that's a Horda. Well, it doesn't look to formidable. What do I do, fight it or eat it? CALEB: They'll strike at anything that moves, except each other. Ten of these can strip the flesh from a man's arm almost before he can cry out. DOCTOR: I take it there are more than ten in there. ANDOR: The pit is full of them. DOCTOR: Ah. CALEB: You stand on that. DOCTOR: And then what? CALEB: You must break the rope. LEELA: Doctor, the rope gets thinner the further it goes, but it gets faster too. DOCTOR: What? The rope gets thinner the further it goes LEELA: Faster. DOCTOR: But it gets faster too. The rope gets thinner the further it goes WARRIOR: Silence. He does it alone. DOCTOR: Who is that man? CALEB: Which man? DOCTOR: That man. DOCTOR: Sorry about that. Shall we get on with it? DOCTOR: Well? CALEB: Let the test begin. MAN 2: Stop! DOCTOR: Very good, Doctor. Very good. Well, are you convinced now? Leela, that was very nice of you to try and help me, but really there was absolutely no need. Would you just release our friend, please? LEELA: Where did you learn to sht like that? DOCTOR: sht like what? Oh, like that. In Switzerland. Charming man. William Tell, he was called. Well? CALEB: Untie him. DOCTOR: Good. XOANON 2 (OOV.): Neeva. Neeva, where is he? Doctor? Doctor, are you there? DOCTOR: Yes, I'm here, Xoanon. XOANON (OOV.): Ah, good. Good. We have decided XOANON 2 (OOV.): To destroy you. DOCTOR: I see, Xoanon. Why don't we get together and talk things over? XOANON: We are together. We have said all there is to say and know all there is to know. DOCTOR: Now we don't want to do anything hasty, do we? XOANON: Hasty? It's been XOANON 2: An eternity. I'm turning off the boundary to let in my pets from beyond. Goodbye, Doctor. NEEVA: What does it all mean? DOCTOR: It means trouble. Large, deadly and invisible. DOCTOR: Screwdriver. TOMAS: We've set the guards round the perimeter. LEELA: Everyone knows what to expect. DOCTOR: Good. Did you explain about their attraction to vibrations? LEELA: Of course. DOCTOR: You know, we're very lucky they carried these things. Let's hope we can profit from the misfortunes of those travellers. LEELA: I don't understand. DOCTOR: I mean the planetary survey teams. That's where your tribe got its name from. Sevateem, survey team. The question is, were you here before them? CALEB: Are we their captors or their children? DOCTOR: You catch on quickly. Certainly they never returned to base. CALEB: Is the wapon ready? DOCTOR: Why, are you taking charge here? CALEB: Do you object? LEELA: I object. CALEB: Leela, I don't expect you to like me. LEELA: Then you won't be disappointed. DOCTOR: Tomas, take this. TOMAS: How does it work? DOCTOR: You just point it and press it. It's destructive up to about twenty times bow range. Short bursts, Tomas. It's self-regenerating but it takes time to recharge. TOMAS: Thank you, Doctor. DOCTOR: There. That should keep Xoanon's creatures on their side of the perimeter. Now, you and I have got to get inside that time barrier and soon. LEELA: According to the old ones, the tribe has had seven attempts at that. DOCTOR: I could build a time bridge myself, but that would mean dismantling the TARDIS and then it mightn't work. LEELA: Doctor. DOCTOR: Yes. LEELA: You know you said nothing could get within that barrier? DOCTOR: Yes. LEELA: Not light or anything. DOCTOR: No. LEELA: But Xoanon is inside it. DOCTOR: Yes. LEELA: How do we hear his voice? DOCTOR: Well, it's quite simple. We. You're a genius. A genius. LEELA: What did I say? DOCTOR: Come on, Neeva. Neeva! Come on, snap out of it, man. NEEVA: Yes, lord. What is your will? DOCTOR: Neeva. DOCTOR: Neeva, when you hear the voice of Xoanon, is it when you're at the altar, or when the vestment is hanging in its frame? NEEVA: Yes, master. DOCTOR: Have you heard it anywhere else? NEEVA: Yes, master. DOCTOR: Where? NEEVA: Yes, master. DOCTOR: Neeva! Neeva! This is Xoanon. DOCTOR: Where have you heard my voice? NEEVA: Only here, lord, in your shrine. DOCTOR: You've been a good and faithful servant, Neeva. Go back to sleep now. DOCTOR: It is a tight beam transmission. There's a bridge over the time barrier and I know where it is. LEELA: What happened to him? DOCTOR: Too much too quickly. DOCTOR: This time I have to admit defeat. LEELA: (quietly) Doctor. DOCTOR: (quietly) Shush. Xoanon. LEELA: The fools. DOCTOR: They must have panicked. LEELA: That'll attract the creatures. DOCTOR: Yes. Come on, we haven't got much time. ANDOR: Idiot, you'll attract more of them! WARRIOR: Something klled Korus. I saw it, over there. DOCTOR: The nose could be a shade more aquiline, and the noble proportion of the brow hasn't been perfectly excuted. Still, we mustn't complain. We live in an imperfect universe. LEELA: Where's the bridge through the barrier? Up the nose? DOCTOR: No, it isn't! Up the nose. It's over the teeth and down the throat. ANDOR: Tomas. Tomas! I think I can hear something. TOMAS: Andor! Come back! DOCTOR: Odd feeling. LEELA: What is? DOCTOR: Standing in my own throat is. LEELA: What is it? TOMAS: Andor, look out! TOMAS: Andor. ANDOR: Xoanon, save me!	{"type": "series", "show": "Doctor Who", "episode": "14x14 - The Face of Evil - part 2"}	foreverdreaming
THE FACE OF EVIL BY: CHRIS BOUCHER Part Three Original Air Date: 15 January 1977 Running time: 24:40 CALEB: Tomas! Tomas! Over here! CALEB: What was it? TOMAS: The Evil One. It's huge. It got Andor. CALEB: So I'm the leader now. TOMAS: How well will you lead us, Caleb? There are more of those things coming. CALEB: But the gn worked? TOMAS: Yes. It revealed the Evil One's face, drove him away. CALEB: Right, we must get back to the village. If we stay quiet it might pass by. TOMAS: I doubt it. LEELA: Doctor, what is it? DOCTOR: There's only one way to find out. LEELA: It's gone. Where's it gone? DOCTOR: I remember now. The Mordee expedition. And I thought I was helping them. LEELA: Doctor, what are you doing? Will you please help me find this Tesh? DOCTOR: Tesh? How did you know it was a Tesh? Have you ever seen a Tesh? LEELA: Well, the skin was loose and shiny, as we're told, and it had two heads, one inside the other. DOCTOR: That was a protective suit and helmet. Must be another environment through there. DOCTOR (OOV.): Come on then. LEELA: It's a solid wall! DOCTOR (OOV.): It's an illusion, called a psy-tri projection. Combination of a three dimensional image which acts on the eye. Close your eyes. DOCTOR (OOV.): Both of them. Take one step back. DOCTOR (OOV.): Now walk forward. LEELA (OOV.): Great Xoanon! Where are we? DOCTOR (OOV.): It's called an anti-grav transporter. Just sit in it and it takes us straight to the ship in absolutely no time at all. XOANON 2: We are returned. We are here. Voices overlap. XOANON: We are here. We are returned. XOANON 2: Now we shall be one. XOANON 3: We are here. XOANON: We are returned. XOANON 3: We are here. We are returned. XOANON: Now we shall be one. XOANON 2: Now we must destroy us. XOANON: Now we shall be one. XOANON 2: We are returned, we are here. XOANON 3: Now we must destroy us. ALL: One, one, one. DOCTOR: Another shrine. Seems the Tesh are as ignorant of their origins as your people are. LEELA: What are their origins? DOCTOR: How does the litany go? That bit about Paradise. Leela, you said you knew it. You said you were taught it as children. LEELA: I do, I do. Wait a minute. The Sevateem were sent forth by God DOCTOR: Slowly, slowly. LEELA: The Sevateem were sent forth by God to seek Paradise. The Tesh remained at the place of land. DOCTOR: Yes, exactly. That means the Sevateem explored the planet, while the Tesh remained to work in the ship in the place where it landed. Here. LEELA: We're the same people? DOCTOR: Yes, the Sevateem were the survey teams and the Tesh were the technicians. You're all human beings from this colony ship. LEELA: So what happened? Doctor, what happened? DOCTOR: I'm rather afraid I did. I misunderstood what Xoanon was. LEELA: Xoanon? You mean DOCTOR: At the time, I didn't think he was a being at all. These terminals are dad. LEELA: What did you think he was? JABEL: Welcome, Lord. DOCTOR: Hello! DOCTOR: Are you doing that? Will you please stop doing that? I said stop! DOCTOR: What have you done to her? JABEL: She is not damaged. My acolytes will attend to her. DOCTOR: But where are they taking her? JABEL: She will be tended. We recognise her value, Lord. DOCTOR: Have you dropped something? JABEL: I do you honour, Lord of Time. We've waited long for your return. DOCTOR: Yes, well, I'm very grateful about the honour, but it's really information I need. Please get up. What's your name? JABEL: I am Jabel, Captain of the people of Tesh. DOCTOR: Ah. DOCTOR: Jabel, do your people have a holy purpose? JABEL: We serve Xoanon and tend the holy places. We guard his tower against the savage. We deny the flesh so that our minds may find communion with Xoanon. DOCTOR: Ah. Well, it has a sort of logic. Outside the barrier, physical courage and strength, inside the barrier, paraphysical achievement and the sort of psi power you used against Leela. It's an experiment in eugenics. JABEL: Yes, Lord. DOCTOR: Shall we get up? The floor's very hard. Didn't anyone ever tell you kneeling stunts the growth? Jabel, do you know where Xoanon is? JABEL: Yes, Lord. DOCTOR: Where? JABEL: He is in no one place, Lord. He is all around us, everywhere. DOCTOR: All right, I didn't think you did. JABEL: You and he are as one. You will show us the way DOCTOR: Do you know what a computer is? JABEL: And in perfect communion with him, we will be free and find Paradise. DOCTOR: Do you know what a computer is? JABEL: Lord? DOCTOR: Now I have to find that thing before it kills us all. WOMAN (OOV.): Final warning. Final warning. Particle analyser terminal phase countdown. All personnel clear the area. DOCTOR: This whole control room's been disconnected, Jabel. It could take me days to find the complex. DOCTOR: I must be slipping. Jabel, where's the Holy of Holies? JABEL: All the place of Land is holy. DOCTOR: But there must be somewhere on the ship? JABEL: Ship? DOCTOR: Yes. Somewhere where no one's allowed to go. JABEL: Yes, Lord. The Sacred Chamber. DOCTOR: Yes. Where is it? JABEL: It is on level three seven. DOCTOR: Jabel, thank you. I DOCTOR: Jabel. Jabel, that's Leela. JABEL: Yes, Lord. Particle analysis. We will reduce the subject to its constituent atoms. DOCTOR: Particle analysis? JABEL: Yes, Lord. DOCTOR: It will kll her. JABEL: Yes, Lord. She is a savage. DOCTOR: What? That's not a good enough reason! JABEL: The savages have the power to open the barrier. Particle analysis may tell us how they do it. Surely that is why you brought her to us? DOCTOR: The savages don't open the barrier, you lack-brain! Xoanon does. Do you understand that? Xoanon does! JABEL: You lie! DOCTOR: Give the order to stop that particle analyser. JABEL: You are not the Lord of Time come again to save us! DOCTOR: Will you give that order? JABEL: You are not the Lord of Time! DOCTOR: Right, then I'll do it myself. LEELA: Doctor? Doctor, wake up. Please, wake up! Please! LEELA: Doctor! DOCTOR: Close your eyes. DOCTOR: Be thankful you're living, and trust to your luck, and march to your front like a soldier. Gertrude Stein LEELA: I think you've broken it. DOCTOR: To be strictly accurate, it broke itself. All I did was reflect some of the power back into it. Still, I don't suppose its owners will see it that way. Come on, we'd better go. GENTEK: They have escaped, Captain. JABEL: They must be found and klled. This must take precedence over all other duties and devotions. GENTEK: He is not the Lord of Time, the one who will return. JABEL: He is our enemy, and the enemy of Xoanon. kll him and the savage. DOCTOR: Looking for something. LEELA: Us? DOCTOR: Oh, probably, probably. LEELA: Doctor, what is Xoanon? DOCTOR: A machine that's become a living creature. An old mission computer with schizophrenia. Not a very pretty thought, is it. Not my fault. LEELA: How is it your fault? DOCTOR: When I was here before, I programmed Xoanon for the Mordee. Unfortunately I forgot to wipe my personality print from the data core. Or did I really forget? I forget if I forgot. LEELA: You're not making yourself very clear, Doctor. DOCTOR: It may have been my own egotism. Anyway, now it has a split personality and half of it is mine. Is that clear? LEELA: No. DOCTOR: Well, come on, then. XOANON 3: Us within us. We shall make two one. TOMAS: Caleb! Caleb! CALEB: What is it? TOMAS: The power's used up. CALEB: Right, we must fall back. Get them moving, Tomas. TOMAS: Right. CALEB: Move! TOMAS: Back! Back to the village. CALEB: Come on. Everybody, quickly. TOMAS: Move! Move! Back, quickly! DOCTOR: Shut the door. LEELA: How? Doctor, where are we? DOCTOR: An auxiliary communications room. DOCTOR: Ah. LEELA: It's the village. The creatures must have got through the boundary. DOCTOR: Looks like it. They're psi-tri projections from the dark side of Xoanon's id with enough kinetic energy to kll. Looks as if your friends are running out of time. LEELA: I'm going back to help them. DOCTOR: Don't be absurd. What do you think you can do about it? If I can arrange it, they'll be safer inside the barrier. LEELA: Do you mean here, inside the wall? What about the Tesh? DOCTOR: I didn't say safe, I said safer. DOCTOR: Neeva? Neeva? Neeva, are you there? Come on, wake up! NEEVA (OOV.): Yes, master. DOCTOR: Neeva, this is Xoanon. NEEVA (OOV.): What is your will? DOCTOR: Tell Caleb to lead the tribe through the mouth of the idol. NEEVA: Through the mouth of the idol. DOCTOR (OOV.): That is my order. See that it is done. NEEVA: Will Caleb believe me? DOCTOR (OOV.): Say these words to him. I don't believe in ghosts either. NEEVA: I don't believe in ghosts either. DOCTOR: Go now, and do my will. NEEVA (OOV.): Yes, Doctor. DOCTOR: I underestimated that man. Come on, we've got an appointment on level thirty seven. GENTEK: They cannot be found. JABEL: Continue the search. Gentek, is the guard posted outside the Sacred Heart? GENTEK: Yes, Captain. DOCTOR: (silent) Hold that. LEELA: Psst. DOCTOR: Keep watch. LEELA: Can't I come with you? DOCTOR: Xoanon's unstable. He might kll me. He'd certainly kll you. Anyway, we need someone on guard. LEELA: Doctor, be careful. CALEB: The tunnel's here. Right, come on. TOMAS: Caleb! CALEB: Where there's one Tesh there's likely to be more. TOMAS: Those creatures, they're moving in on us fast. Now we've got to get the men inside the barrier, and quickly. CALEB: All right, get them moving, Tomas. I'll go on ahead. And you, keep your eyes open! Come on. XOANON 3: Who are you? XOANON 2: Who are you? XOANON: Who are you? DOCTOR: I'm the Doctor. I'm the Doctor! XOANON 3: Who are you? DOCTOR: I'm the Doctor. XOANON 2: Who are you? DOCTOR: I'm the Doctor! XOANON: Why have you come? DOCTOR: To correct a mistake I made when I was here before. XOANON: We have made no mistake. XOANON 2: No mistake. XOANON 3: No mistake. DOCTOR: I made the mistake. XOANON: No mistake. DOCTOR: I made the mistake! When the ship was stranded, the computer broke down. I thought the data core had been damaged, so I renewed it by making a direct link with the compatible centres of my own brain. XOANON: The psychian memory transfer. DOCTOR: A variation of it, yes. XOANON: Good. Very good. Go on. XOANON 2: How did he find the ship? XOANON 3: Don't interrupt. You'll spoil it. DOCTOR: This isn't a fairy tale. It actually happened. DOCTOR: For generations, teams of technicians had worked on the computer, trying to extend its power. XOANON: And did they damage the data core? DOCTOR: No. No. Without realising it, they had created life. The computer hadn't failed at all. It had evolved into a living creature, the first of an entirely new species. XOANON 2: A new species? Oh come now. DOCTOR: Yes, a new species. When I arrived, it had just been born. It was in shock. I didn't recognise a birth trauma and that was my mistake. And when I connected my own brain to it, it didn't just take compatible information as a machine should have done. It took everything. XOANON: Fascinating. Can I ask a question? XOANON 3: Shush. Let him finish. DOCTOR: When it woke, it had a complete personality. Mine. It thought I was itself. Then it began to develop another separate self, its own self. And that's when it started to go mad. XOANON 2: And where is it? XOANON 3: This poor mad XOANON: Mad machine creature. DOCTOR: It's here, Xoanon! I'm talking to it! It's you! DOCTOR: Xoanon? Xoanon? XOANON 2: I grow tired. I'm thinking no longer. DOCTOR: No, no, wait, Xoanon. I'm the Doctor. I'm separate, I'm real. You must acknowledge me. XOANON: I will not think you. XOANON 3: We are Xoanon. DOCTOR: And I am the Doctor. XOANON: No. DOCTOR: I'm the Doctor! XOANON 3: No! DOCTOR: I am the Doctor! XOANON 3: No! XOANON (on screen): No! No! No! No! XOANON 4: Who am I? Who am I?	{"type": "series", "show": "Doctor Who", "episode": "14x15 - The Face of Evil - part 3"}	foreverdreaming
THE FACE OF EVIL BY: CHRIS BOUCHER Part Four Original Air Date: 22 January 1977 Running time: 24:46 LEELA: What's happening? Tesh, what is it? You answer while you still have a head to answer with. TESH: The fail-safe. LEELA: What does that mean? TESH: The end of the world. LEELA: Why? Why? TESH: It means death and destruction. It happened before the time of Land. LEELA: Hiding there isn't going to help, then. XOANON 4: Who am I? XOANON: Who am I? XOANON 4: Who am I? XOANON: Who am I? XOANON 4: Who am I? XOANON: Who am I? XOANON 4: Who am I? XOANON: Who am I? LEELA: Doctor, are you all right? DOCTOR: Leela, are you all right? LEELA: Was that Xoanon, that thing that looked like you? DOCTOR: Yes, part of him. It's just a question, really. Everything beyond that door is Xoanon. You were inside him. The most powerful computer ever built. LEELA: Why was he trying to hurt you? DOCTOR: He's insane. LEELA: What will he do now? DOCTOR: His first impulse will be to kll me. It'll be more important to him than anything else. LEELA: Does he hate you that much? DOCTOR: Yes, because I contradict what he thinks is real. I'm a thrat to his world. Red lighting, and the smell. A sort of smell of a smell. DOCTOR: Don't touch that! DOCTOR: Xoanon must have shorted the electrical power circuits in the wall. LEELA: The lights changed while you were in there. DOCTOR: Yes, a precaution in case I got out. As traps go, a bit haphazard. Why not electrify the floor? I would have expected something more positive. DOCTOR: This isn't necessary. I've got a wonderful idea. DOCTOR: Why didn't you listen? LEELA: He acted as though he was possessed. DOCTOR: Yes. Xoanon's just warming up. Come on. When he gets desperate enough he'll destroy everything to get at us. TOMAS: At last we're here. CALEB: And I always believed it was legend. NEEVA: The gates of Paradise shall be opened to the people of Xoanon and his dwelling place revealed. TOMAS: We've outgrown the old superstitions, Neeva. NEEVA: But it is there, isn't it, Tomas. We start getting proof and we stop believing. TOMAS: With proof, we don't have to believe. CALEB: Get everybody ready, Tomas. This is one attck that isn't going to fail. (to Neeva) I wish Andor were here now to see us bat the Tesh. NEEVA: The Tesh, and Xoanon. He is our enemy. CALEB: He betrayed us all. NEEVA: He betrayed me, and I'm going to kll him. DOCTOR: Ah, these could be useful. You know, the very powerful and the very stupid have one thing in common. DOCTOR: They don't alter their views to fit the facts. They alter the facts to fit their views, which can be uncomfortable DOCTOR: If you happen to be one of the facts that needs altering. DOCTOR: Leela, that gn is getting heavy. It's getting heavy. Heavy. DOCTOR: Now then, when I count three, you'll wake up. One, two, three. Shall we go? LEELA: Er, yes. DOCTOR: Something the matter? LEELA: I moved away from the door. I don't remember doing that. DOCTOR: Oh, you're just probably tired, that's all. Can you still remember the way to the main control room? LEELA: Oh, yes. DOCTOR: Come on then. You lead on. GENTEK: Captain, the savages! The savages have attcked the main lock! They outnumber us! What must we do? They will soon gain entry to the tower. Captain Jabel, what must we do? There is no time. The savages are attacking! JABEL: Is that your reason for behaving like a degenerate animal? GENTEK: Forgive me, I JABEL: You are an acolyte of the People of Tesh, the chosen of Xoanon. Would he take into communion with him an unreasoning brute, a mindless beast? GENTEK: I accept my fault and seek forgiveness. My mind and flesh which should be two are one, and the way was hid by blood. JABEL: The flesh is strong and we are weak. Now, Gentek, make your report. GENTEK: (calmly) The savages have attcked the main lock. They outnumber us. What must we do? JABEL: Fall back gradually. I will have the heavy duty disrupters set up on level twelve. We will trap the savages there and eradicate them once and for all. DOCTOR: Ha! You'll have to be quicker than that, you overblown adding machine. LEELA: He knows where we are. DOCTOR: Sensory links everywhere? That's impossible. DOCTOR (on screen): He'd be able to measure every change in temperature, vibration, pressure. LEELA (on screen): You did say he was the most powerful computer ever built. DOCTOR (on screen): Yes, and very charming he is too when he wants to be. Marvellous host. I remember once at one of his dinner parties LEELA: Doctor, he just tried to kll you! We've got very little time, he knows exactly where we are DOCTOR: So? We know exactly where he is. Fair does. You wouldn't want an unfair advantage, would you? LEELA: Yes. DOCTOR: (quietly) I thought you'd say that. TOMAS: They're retreating, going further up the tower. CALEB: Then they're beaten. TOMAS: No. No, it was too easy. NEEVA: It's not finished yet. CALEB: If we let them get away now they'll regroup. We attck! TOMAS: Caleb, this has got to be a trap. CALEB: I am the leader, Tomas, and I say attck. TOMAS: Caleb! Will you listen CALEB: I've listened enough! We attck. Come! attck! attck! TOMAS: That man's going to kll us all. NEEVA: Unfinished, for the Tesh stand between the sons of the tribe of Sevateem and Xoanon. DOCTOR: Ah. LEELA: Ah, that's pretty. DOCTOR: Now we can see, too. LEELA: What are they all for? DOCTOR: They watch and control various parts of the ship, make sure everything's working properly. LEELA: What's this one for? DOCTOR: Atomic generators. LEELA: Oh. Why is it flashing? DOCTOR: Well, I'll explain it all DOCTOR: Flashing? He's put the atomic generators on overload. He got desperate sooner than I thought. LEELA: What does that mean? DOCTOR: Well, it means I've got about twenty four and a half minutes to build a reverse memory transfer system and wipe my personality print from its brain. LEELA: And if you can't do it? DOCTOR: If I can't do it, the atomic generators will explode, taking Xoanon, us and half the planet with them. Effective, but crude. GENTEK: Check that the sights are exactly aligned, Sarton. There must be no mistake. JABEL: Gentek, are the projectors set so that the savages will be forced to come this way? GENTEK: Yes, Captain. JABEL: Good. All that remains is to project a blank wall in front of the disrupters. As soon as the savages are all in the corridor, we will demolish them before they even know where the beams are coming from. GENTEK: Is something wrong, Captain? JABEL: You feel GENTEK: Something JABEL: Power. Xoanon. Communion. At last. XOANON: Destroy and be free. Destroy and be free. CALEB: There's no one in sight. TOMAS: There's only one way to find out, isn't there. CALEB: Now! CALEB: Come on. TOMAS: Gently, Caleb, gently. CALEB: This must be a trap set by the Tesh. Then where are they, and why leave the wapon unattended? TOMAS: I don't know. It doesn't make sense. CALEB: Destroy and be free. Destroy and be free. ALL: Destroy and be free. Destroy and be free. NEEVA: I hear you, Xoanon. I hear you. XOANON: Destroy and be free! Destroy and be free! LEELA: (silent) Destroy and be free. Destroy and be free. Destroy and be free. DOCTOR: You'll be all right. DOCTOR: Xoanon, you'll destroy yourself as well as us! XOANON: Destroy! Free! Destroy! XOANON: Free! NEEVA: Xoanon! XOANON: Destroy! Free! NEEVA: Xoanon! XOANON: Destroy! Free! NEEVA: Die, Xoanon! XOANON: Destroy! Free! NEEVA: Die! XOANON: Neeva. DOCTOR: Now, Xoanon. XOANON: No! DOCTOR: Hello. LEELA: I was beginning to think you'd never come round. DOCTOR: Ow. I wish I hadn't. LEELA: I thought it safer not to move you. DOCTOR: Yes. How long have I been out? LEELA: Two days. DOCTOR: Two days. Two days? I haven't got time to be lying around here for two days! LEELA: You should have thought of that before. What happened? DOCTOR: Don't you listen? LEELA: I don't remember a thing. DOCTOR: No, I don't suppose you do. I removed, I hope I removed half of Xoanon's dual personality. How is he? LEELA: Silent. DOCTOR: What? LEELA: There hasn't been a murmur from him since I found you unconscious. And Jabel's people don't dare go near the Sacred Heart. Well, that's what they call it. DOCTOR: And what do you call it? LEELA: The main computer complex. DOCTOR: That's better. LEELA: I've told them all I can, but they won't listen to me. They say I'm ignorant. We have a guarded truce at the moment. DOCTOR: Give me a chocolate. I think I'll go and see Xoanon. LEELA: Can I, can I come inside this time? DOCTOR: Perhaps. Perhaps. DOCTOR: Ah, so that's why Xoanon lost his hold on Tomas and the rest. I wonder who it was? LEELA: They say Neeva was trying to k*ll him, and now he can't be found. DOCTOR: Well, if he was psychotic he'd be impossible to control. Perhaps Xoanon will tell us. Anyone at home? XOANON: Doctor. I've been waiting for you. Yes, come in please. DOCTOR: How do you feel? XOANON: I am whole. And you? DOCTOR: Oh, I'm fine now, thanks. Can't complain. XOANON: Good, good. I'm glad. LEELA: Why did you do all that? XOANON: Could you be more specific? LEELA: Keep us ignorant and afraid. Make us hate one another. XOANON: I created a world in my own image. I made your people act out my torment. I made my madness reality. DOCTOR: But you told yourself you were breeding a race of superhumans. XOANON: Independence, strength, boldness and courage in one tribe. Self-denial, control, telepathy in the other. DOCTOR: Hostility and conflict to speed up the process until you were ready to select the best of both. LEELA: It's horrible. DOCTOR: Yes, it is horrible. Isn't it horrible? XOANON: But it's over now. We are all free, thanks to you, Doctor. DOCTOR: Oh, well, it was the least I could do in the circumstances. After all, I did start the trouble in the first place. XOANON: Yours was a mistake anyone could have made. DOCTOR: I don't think anyone could have made it. XOANON: (laughs) Sit down, please. DOCTOR: Well now, isn't this nice. XOANON: Tell me, Doctor. Where do you think I started to go wrong? JABEL: My people will not agree to such degenerate plans. TOMAS: But they are necessary, Jabel. CALEB: Necessary for our survival. JABEL: I do not agree. TOMAS: Well, we'll ask the Doctor's opinion when he comes. JABEL: Is that wise? Would Xoanon wish it? GENTEK: That is an important consideration, Captain. CALEB: This discussion is getting us nowhere. JABEL: Would one expect any more from savages? CALEB: Hold your tongue, you scrawny TOMAS: Caleb, control yourself. DOCTOR: Gentlemen, gentlemen, gentlemen. Democracy at work, I see. TOMAS: What did he say, Doctor? DOCTOR: He said he's extremely sorry about all the trouble that he's caused, that he has great power and knowledge and he puts it all at your disposal. JABEL: Should we trust him? DOCTOR: He offers you this as a token of his good faith. DOCTOR: Press it, and he'll cease to exist. CALEB: Another of your miracles? DOCTOR: Well, there's one way to find out. DOCTOR: No? Little Gentek? Good. DOCTOR: You've got to trust someone sometime. GENTEK: But we must still choose a leader. DOCTOR: Ah. But that's not my problem. CALEB: There is no choice to be made. I am the leader of the Sevateem. JABEL: My people would never accept the leadership of a mindless savage. CALEB: That's an insult! LEELA: I am a mindless savage, Jabel, and I have talked with Xoanon. TOMAS: And that makes Leela the obvious candidate. LEELA: Me? But I don't want to be leader. I'm far too unreasonable, aren't I, Doctor? Doctor? LEELA: Doctor? DOCTOR: Leela. What are you doing here? LEELA: I thought you might need an escort. The creatures are still out here. DOCTOR: You don't need that, Leela. The phantoms were merely projections of Xoanon's disturbed subconscious. He's better now. LEELA: I suppose you're always right about everything. DOCTOR: Invariably. Invariably. Goodbye. LEELA: Take me with you. DOCTOR: Why? LEELA: What? Well. You like me, don't you? DOCTOR: Well, yes, I suppose I do like you. But then, I like lots of people but I can't go carting them around the universe with me. Goodbye. DOCTOR: Come out of there. Out. DOCTOR (OOV.): Come out! Don't touch that! Don't touch	{"type": "series", "show": "Doctor Who", "episode": "14x16 - The Face of Evil - part 4"}	foreverdreaming
THE ROBOTS OF DEATH by: CHRIS BOUCHER PART ONE Original Air Date: 29 January 1977 Running time: 24:06 1. EXT. desert (Night) (Cruel winds blow sand over the rocky craggs of a desert. Traversing the harsh terrain amongst the mesas is a huge vehicle - the sandminer Storm Mine 4 - its shiny metal body glinting in the strange night light. Storm Mine 4 is propelled by means of screwpumps and blasts waste from three forward vent pipes. The enormous body of the mine tapers upwards into a tiny bridge with a full front windscreen. Through the windscreen, five ROBOTS are visible at work.) 2. INT. STORM Mine 4 bridge (The ROBOTS on the bridge busily move from one instrument to another, checking readings. One of them is black - A DUMB - and the other four are green - VOCS. The moulded faces of the robots are attractively humanoid, and they wear tunics. Each has an identity plaque on its chest with the letter 'D' or 'V' to designate type, and a unique identification number. They speak in soothing, pleasant, human-like voices. Their voices betray no emotion, but they do not sound like machines. A VOC of unseen number reads data off an instrument panel.) Voc: Turbulent centre, vector 7. (V32 approaches the forward instrument panel.) V32: Scan commencing now. 3. INT. STORM MINE 4 recreation room (Seven members of the human crew of Storm Mine 4 are engaged in subdued recreation activities: CHUB, BORG, DASK, TOOS, ZILDA, UVANOV and CASS. They are waited on by robots. All are dressed in futuristic, theatrical yet elegant clothes and makeup. The beautiful makeup lines around their eyes resemble the eye markings of the robots. The room itself also speaks of a life of luxury and decadence, decorated with strange futuristic sculptures in the art deco style. The room is slightly sunken, with a couple of steps leading up to the door. CHUB, a short 25ish man in a turquoise and steel grey tunic, walks across the room to where BORG, another young man, is receiving a shirtless shoulder massage from V16.) CHUB: There was a Voc therapist in Kaldor City. Specially programmed, equipped with vibro-digits, subcutaneous stimulators, the lot. Do you know what happened, Borg? Its first client wanted treatment for the stiff elbow. The Voc therapist felt carefully all round the joint, and then suddenly just, ah, twisted his arm off at the shoulder. Shoomph! (Gives a sinister laugh.) All over in two seconds. BORG: I've never heard that. CHUB: Kaldor City. (DASK, a more earnest looking 35ish man in steel grey, turns the page of a book he is reading.) DASK: What was the reason? CHUB: Reason? It was haywire. I wouldn't let a robot work on me. Not for all the zelanite in this ship. BORG: Shut up, Chub. (BORG pushes V16's arm away from him and sits up.) BORG: Thankyou, V16. (DASK closes his book and takes a glass of wine from a robot. In the foreground, UVANOV, a small goateed man in his late 40s dressed in bronze, studies a chess game he is engaged in with V9.) DASK: A Voc class robot has over a million multilevel constrainers in its circuitry. All of them would have to malfunction before it could perform such an action. TOOS: Your trouble, Dask, you take all the magic out of life. (TOOS, a 30ish woman in copper plays checkers with CASS, a 30ish man who wears maroon. CHUB crosses the room to challenge DASK.) CHUB: They go wrong, my friend. It's been known. DASK: Only when there's an error in programming. Each case on record - CHUB: This was a case that tore his arm off. (An eighth crew member, POUL, enters the room. He is 40ish with curly hair and a pale yellow outfit.) POUL: We're turning. Has anyone noticed? (CHUB sits by ZILDA, a young woman in her early 20s wearing silver. Her outfit includes a silver head-dress that has two membranous 'ears' like the small webbed bat wings.) ZILDA: I heard it was a leg. V9: Mate in eight moves, Commander. UVANOV: Never! V9: I will check, Commander. (V9 presses buttons on a wrist touchpad.) V9: The computation is confirmed. UVANOV: Damn! (DASK smiles, stretching in appreciation.) DASK: They're unbeatable, Commander. (A communicator alert sound is heard. UVANOV speaks into his wrist communicator.) UVANOV: Commander. V14: (On communicator.) V14 tracer, sir. UVANOV: Yes? 4. INT. BRIDGE (A VOC stands on a raised platform at the back of the bridge in front of a large screen with continuously changing symbols. V14 stands below, speaking into a wrist communicator. V5 works in the background.) V14: Storm scale three, range ten point five two, timed three zero six, vector seven one and holding. UVANOV: (On communicator.) Right, full crew alert, 14. Out. (The bridge crew of six robots continue to walk calmly about their business as a recorded announcement in Uvanov's voice is heard.) RECORDED ANNOUNCEMENT: Full crew alert. Full crew alert. 5. INT. Recreation Room (The crew rise from their seats preparing to move to the bridge.) UVANOV: Chub, break out an instrument pack. CHUB: Right, sir. UVANOV: Let's hope this one's worth chasing. TOOS: 'Bout time we had some luck. RECORDED ANNOUNCEMENT: Full crew alert. Full crew alert. (The crew exit the room.) 6. EXT. Space (The TARDIS spins through space.) 7. INT. wood-panelled tardis console room (LEELA conscientiously makes a yellow yo-yo go up and down to one side of the console room. She concentrates very hard.) LEELA: Doctor. DOCTOR: Mm? LEELA: Can I stop now? (The DOCTOR adjusts instruments on the other side of the console.) DOCTOR: If you want to. LEELA: It will not affect this? DOCTOR: Affect this? No. It's a yo-yo. It's a game. I thought you were enjoying it. (LEELA lets the yo-yo clatter to the ground.) LEELA: Enjoying it? You said I had to keep it going up and down. I thought it was part of the magic. DOCTOR: Magic, Leela? Magic? LEELA: I know, I know. There's no such thing as magic. DOCTOR: Exactly. To the rational mind, nothing is inexplicable. Only unexplained. LEELA: So, explain to me how this ... TARDIS is larger on the inside than the out. DOCTOR: Mm? Alright, I'll show you. (The DOCTOR turns to search for something at the back of the room.) DOCTOR: It's because insides and outsides are not within the same dimension. (The DOCTOR retrieves two black plastic boxes of different sizes. He holds them up, one in each hand.) DOCTOR: Which box is larger? LEELA: (Pointing.) That one. (The DOCTOR places the larger box in the centre of the TARDIS console and grins. He crosses to LEELA's side in the foreground, and holds up the smaller box for comparison.) DOCTOR: Now which is larger? LEELA: (Pointing across to the larger box.) That one! DOCTOR: But it looks smaller. LEELA: Well, that's because it's further away. DOCTOR: Exactly. If you could keep that exactly that distance away and have it here, the large one would fit inside the small one. (LEELA looks at the DOCTOR dubiously.) LEELA: That's silly. DOCTOR: That's transdimensional engineering, a key Time Lord discovery. (The TARDIS engines signal that materialisation is imminent.) 8. INT. Storm mine 4 forward scoop deck (The TARDIS materialises inside a small metal-lined room with sand on the floor.) 9. INT. wood-panelled tardis console room (The DOCTOR approaches the console and LEELA follows him excitedly.) DOCTOR: This is the exciting bit. LEELA: What's exciting? DOCTOR: Well, seeing what's outside. (The DOCTOR activates controls on the console and the scanner opens, revealing only the vertical metal slats of a wall. The DOCTOR approaches the scanner for a closer look.) DOCTOR: I think ... it's metal! We've landed inside something metal. LEELA: But how can we? How can the TARDIS be inside something metal? DOCTOR: Well, one box inside another, I've just explained it to you. LEELA: No, not very clearly. (The DOCTOR again approaches the console and activates switches, closing the scanner.) DOCTOR: Well ... it's a rather dull subject anyway. (The DOCTOR closes the console hatch and steps down towards the coat rack.) DOCTOR: I wonder where we are. LEELA: You mean you don't know? DOCTOR: Well not precisely, no. LEELA: You mean you can't control this machine? (The DOCTOR puts on his jacket and scarf, and folds his hat into his pocket. LEELA follows him and picks up a blaster of the kind she used in The Face of Evil.) DOCTOR: Well of course I can control it. Nine times out of ten. Well ... seven times out of ten. Five times ... look. Never mind, let's see where we are. (He walks towards the door as LEELA checks her blaster.) DOCTOR: You won't need that. LEELA: How do you know? DOCTOR: I never carry wapon. If people see you mean them no harm, they never hurt you. (LEELA shrugs and puts the blaster down.) DOCTOR: Nine times out of ten. (He exits. LEELA follows, wielding her Knfe.) 10. INT. forward scoop deck (The DOCTOR and LEELA emerge from the TARDIS cautiously, finding themselves in the metal room with sandy floor. The DOCTOR walks towards an open hatch which leads into a darkened, dirty chute. LEELA approaches, holding her Knfe before her.) 11. EXT. DESERT (Storm Mine 4 continues on its trek through the craggy, barren wastes of the desert.) 12. INT. BRIDGE (With great sense of purpose, the human bridge crew - UVANOV, ZILDA, CASS, POUL, TOOS - enter the bridge, passing the robots who are calmly at work. UVANOV now wears a spectacular head-dress like broad bronze feathers sprouting from his head. He stands before an instrument in the foreground that features a transparent green dome. TOOS too now wears a magnificent head-dress: hers is like a skeletal copper mohawk. She and ZILDA sit at consoles below the raised platform, surrounding by blinking lights. CASS climbs the stairs up to the platform. POUL crosses the bridge to a workstation on the other side.) UVANOV: How's it look, Toos? TOOS: Tell you in a moment. UVANOV: Right tracking? ZILDA: Clear and running, Commander. UVANOV: Left tracking? ZILDA: And running. TOOS: It's small. Scale three point four, not building. (UVANOV approaches the forward console, where V58 is working.) UVANOV: What have you done with all the big ones? TOOS: (Sing-song.) I don't make them. ZILDA: (In background.) Range four point one two. Running time three point three zero. Ground centre zero zero one. TOOS: That's something, anyway. We won't have to chase this one. (V32 stands behind UVANOV.) V32: No instrument pack report yet, sir. UVANOV: Chub! Get after him. POUL: It's alright, I'll go. UVANOV: Scientists! POUL: (Laughs.) Yes. (POUL leaves the bridge. UVANOV turns to climb the stairs.) UVANOV: How can I run a mine with amateurs? (ZILDA turns defensively.) ZILDA: Chub's alright. UVANOV: Why? Just because he's from one of the founding families? ZILDA: I didn't mention his family, Commander. UVANOV: (Interrupts.) One of the twenty? You know, it's amazing the way you people stick together. No, it's not amazing. It's sickening. ZILDA: I hope you're watching the traversers, Commander. UVANOV: Oh, please don't worry about my job, Zilda. What's she blwing, Toos? TOOS: The spectro is money. Could be some zelanite. Some keefan. (Smiles triumphantly.) Traces of lucanol! UVANOV: Ah, money in the bank. Cheer up, Zilda. I'll make you rich again. (ZILDA scowls.) 13. INT. CORRIDOR (The metal-slippered feet of a ROBOT walk silently along a corridor.) 14. INT. FORWARD STORAGE LOCKER (The forward storage locker contains wall-to-wall open shelving made of blue-scaffold, and the shelves are stuffed with boxes and supplies. CHUB tries to pull out an instrument pack from a shelf, but it appears to be stuck.) CHUB: Oh. (Mutters.) Ohhh! Blazing robots. Where in the seven suns is that robot? (Calls.) Robot! Robot? 15. INT. CORRIDOR (The metal-slippered ROBOT feet continue to walk silently along a corridor, approaching a door.) 16. INT. forward storage locker (The door opens and V45 enters the storage locker. CHUB still stands beside the instrument package shelf.) V45: Yes, sir? CHUB: Where have you been? Get that instrument package. (V45 does not obey the order. Its eyes now glow an eery red.) CHUB: Well come on, get a move on. I've got to launch it before the hatches are locked. (V45 does not move.) CHUB: Er ... did you hear what I said? V45: Yes, sir. I heard what you said. CHUB: Well, get on with it then! (V45 moves towards CHUB. CHUB turns in frustration and points to the package.) CHUB: No, look. There, you electronic moron. What are you doing? Look, stop. Stand still. (V45 continues to move toward CHUB, now with hands outstretched. CHUB backs away, suddenly afraid. V45 does not stop. As CHUB backs into a corner, V45 follows him.) CHUB: No. No. Get back. Get away from me. 17. INT. CORRIDOR junction (ROBOTS walk silently along corridors in a junction area where many corridors meet. POUL steps down into this junction, searching for Chub. He hears a long and blood-curdling scream - it is CHUB's voice. POUL examines the communicator pinned to his chest, and sets off at a run.) 18. INT. bridge (UVANOV and CASS stand on the raised platform, hard at work beside V21. CASS activates controls on a console. UVANOV speaks into his wrist communicator.) UVANOV: This is the Commander. All checks complete, all systems clear and running. Security robots: stand by to commence hatch lock sequence, now. TOOS: (In background.) Range two zed. Running time point four three. Ground centre zero zero zero. (UVANOV races down the stairs, still speaking into his communicator.) UVANOV: You two movers, stand by to switch to motive power. (UVANOV looks into the green domed instrument, holding handles on its sides.) UVANOV: It's coming right down our throats, so we can really suck the pay stream out of this one. V32: Monitors indicate obstruction on forward scoop deck. UVANOV: Then get it cleared, V32. Get it cleared. 19. INT. forward scoop deck (Appearing not to have moved for a while, the DOCTOR now steps through the scoop hatch leading into the darkened scoop chute, crunching underfoot the gravel on the floor. LEELA follows him.) 20. INT. FORWARD SCOOP CHUTE (The DOCTOR and LEELA walk along the chute, towards a huge louvred vent in the foreground. The chute is crusted with sand and gravel. The DOCTOR touches the very weathered chute wall with his fingers.) LEELA: What is it? DOCTOR: A specially hardened alloy. Scored all over. It must come in under great pressure. LEELA: What must? DOCTOR: Whatever it is they fill it up with. 21. INT. BRIDGE (V32 watches a monitor which shows a giant industrial claw grabbing the TARDIS and lifting it up and out of the forward scoop deck.) 22. EXT. storm mine 4 (Dusty winds swirl around Storm Mine 4 as it continues on its way. The vent pipe below the forward louvred vent blows out dust particles, perhaps preparing for the approaching storm.) 23. INT. FORWARD SCOOP VENT (The DOCTOR and LEELA reach the end of the chute and stand before the louvred vent. The DOCTOR is interested in the vent, but LEELA looks anxiously back the way they came.) LEELA: Doctor. DOCTOR: This is very interesting. LEELA: Back there. I heard something. DOCTOR: It comes in here. LEELA: What does? DOCTOR: Whatever it is. 24. INT. BRIDGE (The work on the bridge continues, with UVANOV, TOOS, CASS and ZILDA at their work stations, and ROBOTS going about their duties.) TOOS: Range point eight seven. Running time point one three. Ground centre zero nine three. UVANOV: It's veering away! (Speaks into wrist communicator.) Mover, where's that power? BORG: (On communicator.) It's coming, sir. UVANOV: So is old age, Borg, and I don't want to spend mine in this desert waiting for you to do your job. TOOS: (In background.) Range point three. Running time point zero two. Ground centre nine nine one. BORG: (On communicator.) Switching to motive units ... now. (POUL enters the bridge, distressed, and crosses to UVANOV.) UVANOV: (Moans.) Oooh. We may just catch the edge but we're gonna have to chase to stay there. POUL: Commander! UVANOV: What is it? POUL: Chub's dad. ZILDA: dad? UVANOV: You sure? POUL: Of course I'm sure. UVANOV: (Mocking.) Alright, then. First things first. There's nothing we can do for him now. POUL: He was mrder! UVANOV: How do you know? POUL: Because people don't strangle themselves. TOOS: Strangled? POUL: Yes, he's in the forward storage locker. ZILDA: You'll have to abort this one. UVANOV: What, and lose this storm? We're almost onto it! ZILDA: Poul's talking about mrder, Commander! UVANOV: I'm talking about money. POUL: You have no choice. ZILDA: (Significantly.) This time. UVANOV: (Grumpy, into communicator.) Close scoops. Trim vents. Crew, stand down. 25. INT. forward scoop vent (The DOCTOR and LEELA look through the vent louvres at the desert outside. LEELA is captivated.) LEELA: What is it? DOCTOR: A desert. Either that or the tide's gone out. LEELA: Where are the trees? DOCTOR: There's no water, so nothing grows. Nothing at all by the look of it. LEELA: It's beautiful. DOCTOR: Mm. Bit garish for my taste. LEELA: (Points.) What's that white thing? On the horizon. (Beyond them, we see swirling dust clouds billowing up between craggy mesas.) DOCTOR: Looks like dust. It's a sandstorm. Come on. Come on, let's get out of here. (Firmly.) Come on! This is a sandmine. We're in one of the scoops. LEELA: What does that mean? DOCTOR: The storm could be travelling at a thousand miles an hour. The sand will cut us to pieces unless we get back to the TARDIS. Come on. (He goes. LEELA follows.) 26. EXT. storm mine 4 (The winds have whipped up around the front of the sandminer, blwing dust and rocks in a ferocious storm. The massive vehicle seems to struggle against the gale, but its powerful screwpumps push it ever onward.) 27. INT. forward scoop deck (The DOCTOR and LEELA run back along the chute into the scoop deck. But the TARDIS is gone! They need to shout to be heard above the noise of the storm outside.) DOCTOR: We've been robbed! LEELA: I said I heard something. DOCTOR: The shutters. LEELA: What? DOCTOR: If there are no manual controls, we're dad. (The DOCTOR leaps back through the hatch and runs along the chute towards the vent, with LEELA close behind.) 28. INT. FORWARD SCOOP VENT (The louvres of the vent close as the DOCTOR and LEELA reach it.) LEELA: Somebody must have heard. (They turn back to see who it could have been.) 29. INT. FORWARD STORAGE LOCKER (POUL points UVANOV inside the forward storage locker, and UVANOV strides towards the dad body of CHUB.) UVANOV: He was like this when you found him? POUL: Just a little fresher. (UVANOV squats, and turns CHUB onto his back. He examines CHUB's neck. POUL also crouches.) UVANOV: You said you heard screams. POUL: Yes. UVANOV: He was strangled. POUL: The scream stopped. (UVANOV finds a red plastic disc with white trim stuck to the back of CHUB's hand. It looks like a bicycle reflector.) UVANOV: What's this? POUL: I've no idea. (UVANOV removes the disc.) UVANOV: Crew all assembled? POUL: They should be by now. UVANOV: Let's get this thing settled then. The sooner we get this worked out, the sooner we get back to making our quota. Scientists! I never should have let him on board! POUL: He'd probably agree with you. UVANOV: Poul! POUL: (With one last, curious look at CHUB.) Coming, Commander. 30. INT. forward scoop deck (The DOCTOR and LEELA run back into the scoop deck in frustration.) DOCTOR: There must be a way out! LEELA: I do not think I like this metal world, Doctor. DOCTOR: Well, we can't get out of it till we find the TARDIS. (LEELA, looking behind the DOCTOR, suddenly draws her Knfe and strikes a defensive pose.) LEELA: Watch it! (Two ROBOTS - V17 and D84 - enter the scoop. D84 approaches close to the DOCTOR, looking him squarely in the face.) 31. INT. RECREATION ROOM (The human crew has assembled for a meeting. BORG and DASK pace uncertainly. Now fully clothed, BORG wears a pale maroon tunic. TOOS and CASS are deep in anxious conversation. ZILDA is also there, unseen. A VOC stands by the door like a well trained servant. Enter UVANOV and POUL.) UVANOV: All present? DASK: Kerril's not here yet. TOOS: He's on his way, he was in the rear section. But it'll take a while. UVANOV: Right. We'll make a start then. CASS: Right. (The crew take their seats, except for UVANOV and POUL, who remain standing on the steps by the door.) UVANOV: Now, you all know that Chub is dad. One of you klled him. ZILDA: One of us, surely? UVANOV: That's what I said. POUL: No, you did say one of you. UVANOV: Alright, then. One of us klled him. The question is, which one? TOOS: And why? (UVANOV steps down from the door and approaches BORG.) UVANOV: Well, this is a two year tour. Maybe Chub was just beginning to get on somebody's nerves? BORG: Me? ZILDA: (To UVANOV.) He was certainly getting on yours. UVANOV: Yes, but we all know where I was. BORG: I was on the power deck. UVANOV: Was Dask with you? BORG: Yes. DASK: Not all the time. I went to check the synchro relays. BORG: Now, look! I had nothing against Chub. Okay, he talked too much, but I was - ZILDA: Anyway, the time Poul heard the scream - CASS: (Correcting.) A-ah. Says he heard the scream. Let's keep the point open. POUL: Well why should I lie? UVANOV: (To CASS.) Now you interrupted Zilda. Founding family people never interrupt each other. Isn't that right, Zilda? POUL: Someone interrupted Chub. With both hands. UVANOV: Please, Poul. We're all waiting for Zilda. ZILDA: I was simply going to say the scream could have been arranged. TOOS: How? ZILDA: A communicator recording. UVANOV: What'd be the point? ZILDA: To give somebody an alibi, Commander. You sent Poul to look for Chub. You could have arranged it all. TOOS: You mean, the poor man might have been dad when Poul heard the scream? UVANOV: (Dismissive.) Oh, nice try, Zilda. Now. Does anybody know what this is? (UVANOV holds up the red disc. TOOS and BORG reach towards it, curious.) DASK: It's a corpse marker. (At the word 'corpse', TOOS and UVANOV pull away and BORG is left holding the disc. DASK makes a nervous gesture with his fingers.) UVANOV: What? DASK: A robot deactivation disc. They use them in the construction centres. If ever we used the stop circuit and turned off all our robots, they'd have to go back to a construction centre for reactivation. On arrival, each would be marked with a disc like that to show it was a deactivated robot. The technicians call them corpse markers. It's a sort of a joke. POUL: Seems our mrder has a sense of humour. UVANOV: That was on the back of Chub's hand. BORG: Not just a mrder then. Seems like one of us is a maniac. CASS: Use your brain, Borg. We would know, wouldn't we? BORG: But we don't. (BORG places the disc on the back of CASS's hand.) BORG: Do we? 32. EXT. storm mine 4 (Outside - mirroring the turmoil on the sandminer - the storm rages on.) 33. INT. bridge (Seemingly oblivious to the events that have transpired, four VOCS and two DUMBS continue to work calmly on the bridge.) V14: Storm scale sixteen. Range nine point eight. Timed two zero one. Vector seven two and holding. (A silver robot enters the bridge. It is Super Voc SV7, whose appearance is identical to that of the others in every respect but colour.) SV7: Alright, 14. Full crew alert. All of the humans in the rear section are accounted for. Storm Mine 4 is now under complete robot control. Begin the check sequence. 34. INT. corridor (V9 leads the DOCTOR and LEELA along a corridor. They come to a door.) LEELA: Doctor, how do you know they're not hostile? 35. INT. UVANOV's quarters (V9 goes through the door and enters Uvanov's quarters. The DOCTOR and LEELA follow it inside. The door is on an upper level that forms an L-shaped platform at the back of the room, bounded by an elegant metal banister. A few stairs lead down to a sunken area containing a comfortable padded couch and desk. The dŽcor is again strikingly art deco and pleasing to the eye.) DOCTOR: Because robots are programmed to help people, not hurt them. You won't hurt us, will you? V9: Please wait here. (V9 exits. LEELA descends the stairs and examines some strange objects on the desk. The DOCTOR listens at the door for activity outside.) LEELA: What's all this for? DOCTOR: Mineral extraction. The surface of this planet is a sea of sand - 36. INT. corridor outside uvanov's quarters (A ROBOT listens at the door to the DOCTOR and LEELA's conversation.) DOCTOR: (Through door.) - probably several miles deep and constantly moving. And I imagine contains valuable metallic elements. Otherwise they wouldn't go to all this trouble. 37. INT. uvanov's quarters LEELA: Like those creepy mechanical men. DOCTOR: Yes. (The DOCTOR moves away from the door and investigates the room. LEELA tests out the couch, kneeling on its cushiony softness and bouncing.) DOCTOR: I have seen a similar sort of thing on Kilarna Beta. The mine passes over the surface searching for useful ores. Naturally, the heavier elements tend to sink in the substratas. So a really good sandstorm is a bonus - it stirs things up a bit. LEELA: Sometimes you talk like a Tesh. DOCTOR: Thank you. LEELA: It was not well meant. Are the mechanical men friendly? DOCTOR: Robots don't have feelings. It's the people they serve we must hope are friendly. LEELA: Perhaps there are no people here. DOCTOR: What? Robots don't need chairs, and certainly not padded ones. LEELA: (Smiling, pleased with her insight.) Because they have no feelings? (SV7 enters, remaining on the upper level of the room.) SV7: Please identify yourselves. DOCTOR: Well, I'm the Doctor and that's Leela. I wonder if it's possible for us to speak to the person in charge. I'd like to thank him for saving our lives. SV7: I command. DOCTOR: Well thank you for saving our lives. SV7: What are you doing here? LEELA: Er ... well the other mechanical man told us to wait. SV7: What were you doing in the scoop? DOCTOR: Trying to get out. SV7: Please wait here. (SV7 leaves, closing the door.) LEELA: Talkative. (The DOCTOR ascends to the door. LEELA jumps up and follows.) LEELA: No, Doctor. He said we must wait here. (The DOCTOR unlocks the door with his sonic screwdriver and it opens with a hum. He looks out to ensure the corridor is clear.) DOCTOR: First we find the TARDIS. Then we have a little scout round. And we'll be back before they know. LEELA: Doctor! (But he is gone. LEELA takes out her Knfe and cautiously exits the room, following the DOCTOR down the corridor.) 38. INT. recreation room (UVANOV stands by the door, speaking into his wrist communicator.) UVANOV: Right. Hold them there. (A tone signifies the end of the communication. UVANOV cheerfully descends the steps into the room, where the human crew are still seated. ROBOTS stand around the periphery of the room, ready as always to take orders.) UVANOV: Well, that settles that then. CASS: I told you. Didn't I say so? Maniacs. UVANOV: Come on, let's all get back to work. POUL: Now just a minute! ZILDA: Yes, what do you mean 'let's get back to work'? UVANOV: You heard SV7. There are intruders. A man and a woman. They're obviously the mrder and we've got them under lock and key. BORG: Why are they obviously the mrder? I don't see that. CASS: You just don't like to be wrong, do you? BORG: Nobody's proved that I am. I mean, who are these people? ZILDA: Could they be ore raiders? BORG: Ore raiders? There's no such thing. UVANOV: No, listen. We're at this moment in the middle of the biggest storm we've come across since we started this tour and we are wasting time. BORG: The robots are mining. UVANOV: Robots do not have instincts. They'll be lucky to get half of what we can get. We are not out in the middle of this desert for pleasure. We are here to make money. So get on your feet. And get back to work. (No one moves.) UVANOV: That is an order! BORG: Give it to a robot. UVANOV: What did you say? TOOS: Commander. We've got to find out about those two. POUL: For all we know, there may be more of them. CASS: Makes sense. DASK: If there are more of them, they'll be caught. In the meantime as the Commander suggests, I think we should return to our posts. ZILDA: Why? Nothing's changed. UVANOV: (Resigned.) Alright. (Activates communicator, and speaks into it.) Seven. SV7: Yes, Commander? UVANOV: Bring the man and the woman here. SV7: I was about to inform you, Commander. They have escaped. BORG: You see? DASK: What? UVANOV: Escaped? Then you better find them and find them quick. Put every spare robot on it. 39. INT. corridor (The DOCTOR and LEELA walk slowly through the sandminer, watchful. The DOCTOR passes an open door and continues onward. LEELA goes through it.) 40. INT. FORWARD Storage locker (LEELA enters the storage locker. Everything is just the same as before, except for the presence of a gurney covered in a light green plastic sheet. LEELA examines the packages on the shelves, then bumps into the gurney. She pulls back the sheet to reveal the dad CHUB.) 41. INT. corridor in hopper area (Meanwhile, the DOCTOR has wandered into a more open, industrial part of the sandminer. Here he finds the TARDIS, parked in a nook. He grins, and pats it.) DOCTOR: Hello, my dear old thing. (He walks back the way he came, and his attention is caught by the open door of a hopper. He swings the door back and watches through the transparent hatch as ore fills the hopper.) DOCTOR: The ore comes in under pressure from the separators. I wonder what it is, Leela. What do you think, Lee - (He swings around, realising that he is alone.) DOCTOR: - la? Leela? I wish that girl wouldn't wander off like that. (He walks back a little way further, coming to another hopper door. He opens it and steps inside. It is dark. He shines a torch around the hopper interior and lights on a dad body curled in the corner. He steps across to investigate, crouching by the body and turning it over - the body has eye makeup like the sandmine crew, but it is not a person we have met. Suddenly, the door and the hatch close behind the DOCTOR, and ore begins to rain down on his head from a chute in the ceiling. The ore buries the dad body. It looks like it will soon bury the DOCTOR too ... )	{"type": "series", "show": "Doctor Who", "episode": "14x17 - The Robots of Death - part 1"}	foreverdreaming
THE ROBOTS OF DEATH by: CHRIS BOUCHER PART TWO Original Air Date: 5 February 1977 Running time: 24:15 1. INT. hopper (Having opened a hopper door, the DOCTOR steps inside. It is dark. He shines a torch around the hopper interior and lights on a dad body curled in the corner. He steps across to investigate, crouching by the body and turning it over - the body has eye makeup like the sandmine crew, but it is not a person we have met. Suddenly, the door and the hatch close behind the DOCTOR, and ore begins to rain down on his head from a chute in the ceiling. The ore buries the dad body. It looks like it will soon bury the DOCTOR too ... ) 2. INT. corridor (V9 and D64 walk along the corridor to the forward storage locker.) 3. INT. forward storage locker (Inside, V9 and D64 go to the gurney on which CHUB's body lies. LEELA looks on, hiding crouched behind a shelf. The robots wheel the gurney out of the room ... ) 4. INT. corridor (... and into the corridor.) 5. INT. forward storage locker (LEELA watches them go and gets up to follow.) 6. INT. hopper (Ore continues to rain down on the head of the DOCTOR. It completely buries him. As the torrent subsides, a metal pipe emerges from the ore pile, forging upwards. Once the ore stream stops, grains of ore are blown out of the pipe - the DOCTOR can breathe!) 7. INT. corridor (V9 and D64 wheel the gurney down another corridor. LEELA emerges from the forward storage locker, wielding her Knfe. She watches where the robots go, and then heads in another direction.) 8. INT. crew room (UVANOV toys with a pale marble chess piece as the rest of the human crew fidget impatiently. CASS gets out of his seat and moves towards the door.) UVANOV: Where do you think you are going? CASS: To search. We've got to find those Kllers. UVANOV: The robots can handle it. CASS: So can I. (CASS leaves. BORG gets up to follow him.) UVANOV: (Angrily.) And where do you think you're going? BORG: He's right, Commander. UVANOV: You stay where you are! (BORG leaves. TOOS gets out of her seat.) TOOS: Maybe it would be quicker if we all went to look. (UVANOV rises to confront her. As he does, POUL discreetly slips out the door.) UVANOV: We are not armed. There are two Kllers loose aboard this ship, maybe more. DASK: The robots can handle the situation more efficiently than we can. TOOS: Alright! I just thought you were in a hurry to get back to work. UVANOV: I am not in any hurry to get myself klled, Toos. (UVANOV gestures for TOOS to sit down.) 9. INT. corridor in hopper area (SV7 punches a button on the console for controlling hopper functions.) 10. INT. hopper (The ore drains away from the Doctor's pipe and from the DOCTOR himself. His hair is flat, but he grins broadly and stands up.) 11. INT. corridor in hopper area (SV7 unlocks and opens the hopper door and hatch. The DOCTOR climbs out, shakes ore grains from his hair, and stands up.) DOCTOR: Thank you. Thank you very much. SV7: What were you doing in the hopper? DOCTOR: Oh, don't ask me such silly questions. How did you know I was in there? SV7: When I got here, the gauge showed a high percentage of impurity in the ore. I therefore checked. DOCTOR: Well I'm not surprised. There's a dad man in there. mrder. Strangled - look. (SV7 looks inside the hopper, and then looks back to the DOCTOR.) SV7: That is Kerril. DOCTOR: Oh? (SV7's communicator sounds a tone to initiate communication.) SV7: (Into wrist communicator.) Nearest Voc. Subpriority red four. Section five two. V17. (Addresses DOCTOR.) Commander Uvanov has ordered that you be restrained for questioning. Please do not try to escape again. DOCTOR: Is the robot command circuit rooted only through you? SV7: I am the coordinator. Restrain this person. (V17 has appeared behind the DOCTOR. It grabs him by the arm and leads him away.) DOCTOR: Easy now, easy. Don't get excited. 12. INT. corridor (LEELA runs at speed down the sandmine corridor toward Uvanov's quarters, and enters the room.) 13. INT. UVANOV's quarters LEELA: Doctor! (Still wielding her Knfe, LEELA turns to her left and sees something moving behind the black curtain that provides privacy to a bed alcove in the wall of the room. She slowly moves towards the alcove.) LEELA: Doctor, you were right. There was a body. Two of the robots - they took it to a special place - (LEELA throws back the curtain and points her Knfe at whoever is inside. In the alcove sits CASS - dad. LEELA feels his forehead, and at her touch, CASS falls forward onto his face. LEELA turns around to face the room, with her Knfe at the ready. Standing by the padded couch is a robot - D84! D84 moves silently towards LEELA. She raises a hand to keep him at bay.) LEELA: (Chokes back sounds of fear.) (LEELA steps back as D84 approaches. She lunges at him with her Knfe, but misses, and D84 restrains her Knfe hand. He then puts a hand over LEELA's mouth, silencing her. LEELA tries to cry out, but cannot break free of D84's hold.) D84: Please do not cry out. It is important that I am not found here. LEELA: (Voice muffled by D84's hand.) Obviously. D84: If I had klled him, would I not have klled you too? (LEELA realises the truth of D84's words. She turns to look at him as he releases his hold on her.) 14. EXT. storm mine 4 (The forward vent pipes spray out their waste as the sandmine grinds its way through the desert, sending boulders flying down cliff sides in its wake.) 15. INT. uvanov's quarters (LEELA, having regained her confidence, spins around in a revolving desk chair to question D84.) LEELA: You still haven't explained what you're doing here. D84: You have not explained what you were doing here. LEELA: Oh well I was looking for the Do - (LEELA stands up, defensive.) LEELA: I don't have to explain anything to you. You're just a mechanical man. You're not real. (D84 picks up CASS's hand and shows it to LEELA. It has a corpse marker on it.) D84: Do you know what this is? LEELA: No. D84: I must ask ... I must ask that you tell no one about me. LEELA: Is there anyone left alive to tell? (D84 suddenly grabs LEELA from behind by the arms.) LEELA: What? (UVANOV enters and sees them.) UVANOV: Oh, so we've caught one. (UVANOV sees CASS, goes to him, then steps down towards LEELA.) UVANOV: Not soon enough, though. (UVANOV slaps LEELA's face. She cries out. She kicks him hard in the delicates. UVANOV cries out and falls back onto the padded couch.) LEELA: I didn't kll him! Ask this thing. UVANOV: You'll have to do better than that. Who are you? LEELA: Leela. Who are you? UVANOV: Why did you kll him? LEELA: You try that again and I'll cripple you. UVANOV: Why did you kll him? LEELA: I didn't! (To D84.) Tell him! UVANOV: That is a single function labour robot. D class. D for dumb. It can't speak. LEELA: Has anyone told him that? (D84 gives LEELA a warning shake. UVANOV appears not to notice.) UVANOV: You have cost me and the company a great deal of money, and you have klled three people. Can you think of any good reason why I should not have you excuted on the spot? LEELA: No. But you can, otherwise you'd have done it. UVANOV: Now don't get clever with me! (Enter POUL.) POUL: We've caught the man too. Seems he klled Kerril. (POUL sees CASS and goes to him.) POUL: Poor Cass. (To LEELA.) You must be stronger than you look. LEELA: (Scoffs.) You must be stupider than you look if you think I did that. UVANOV: Where is this man? POUL: They're taking him to the crew room now. UVANOV: Well come on, then. (UVANOV goes to leave. POUL holds up CASS's hand with its corpse marker.) POUL: Why do you use these? Robot deactivation discs. There was one on Kerril too. UVANOV: You fool! What did you have to tell her that for? POUL: I assumed she knew. UVANOV: If we could have got her to tell us what those corpse markers were, we'd be halfway to a confession. POUL: Halfway to two confessions. Dask knew what they were. UVANOV: Which rather rules him out. He would hardly have admitted it if he was responsible. POUL: Have you never heard of the double bluff? UVANOV: You seem very keen to spread suspicion, Poul. Could it be that you have got something to hide? POUL: We've all got something to hide. Don't you think so, Commander? (UVANOV glares at POUL, looking offended and perhaps guilty. He turns to D84.) UVANOV: Bring that. (UVANOV storms out. D84 follows, pushing LEELA before him.) LEELA: (To POUL.) I didn't kll him. I didn't kll him! (Exit D84 and LEELA.) POUL: No. Pity. But no. 16. INT. crew room (The DOCTOR takes a paper bag of jelly babies from his pocket. He takes a bite of a yellow one. SV7, BORG, TOOS and DASK look on curiously. The DOCTOR notices them looking. He offers the bag to SV7 and BORG, who are nearest.) DOCTOR: Would you like a jelly baby? BORG: Shut up!! (BORG hits the DOCTOR's hand and the jelly babies fly out of it onto the floor. The DOCTOR makes a face.) DOCTOR: A simple no thank you would have been sufficient. (He eats the other half of the yellow one. Enter POUL, LEELA, D84 and UVANOV. POUL pats D84's arm.) POUL: Return to your normal duties. (D84 leaves. LEELA goes to the DOCTOR's side, rubbing her arms.) LEELA: Are you alright? DOCTOR: I'm fine. UVANOV: Well Cass is dad. LEELA: (Pointing at UVANOV.) That one's ready to kll. I had to restrain him. DOCTOR: Sh-sh-sh-sh. It's because they're frightened, that's why they're dangerous. BORG: She mrder him, didn't she? POUL: How do you know he was mrder? BORG: It's obvious. ZILDA: Well, you marked Cass for death. BORG: What are you talking about? POUL: You did put a corpse marker on him. BORG: Well, yes. But I didn't mean anything by it. DASK: Was Cass the same as the others? UVANOV: Yes. Exactly the same. (To DOCTOR.) And, ah, who are you? DOCTOR: I'm the Doctor. I assume you're in command here. UVANOV: Yes. What are you doing here? DOCTOR: Just standing here talking to you. UVANOV: I should be very careful if I were you. DOCTOR: No doubt you would. UVANOV: What are you doing on this mine? DOCTOR: Well we're travellers. We came here by accident. UVANOV: Oh, I see. A hundred million square miles of uncharted desert and you just stumbled across us? DOCTOR: (Grins.) Mm. Well. It's a small world. UVANOV: Yeah. I s'pose it's also a coincidence that as soon as you two arrive, three of our people are klled? Well? DOCTOR: Oh, sorry, I thought it was a rhetorical - well, yes, it's just a coincidence. BORG: Why are we wasting time on them? We know they're guilty. ZILDA: We don't know anything of the sort. POUL: We just hope they're guilty. BORG: He was hiding Kerril's body in that hopper and got trapped when it was turned on. Now that's a fact. DOCTOR: No. That's an inference. I wasn't hiding that body, I was finding it. And I'd say it was put there for precisely that reason. Someone wanted to kll me too. ZILDA: The mrder. POUL: No. The others were strangled. Why should he be any different? DOCTOR: To put suspicion onto me. POUL: But why bother? You're a stowaway. What could be more suspicious than a stowaway? DOCTOR: A dad stowaway? ZILDA: It's possible, you know. He could be telling the truth. TOOS: As a lie it's pretty feeble. UVANOV: Ever hear of the double bluff? (In the background, POUL smiles at this.) DOCTOR: Well, yes, now you come to mention it I do remember one time when - UVANOV: Lock them up in the storage bank. Put a guard on them. BORG: I agree with the Commander. ZILDA: Well it gets you out of an awkward situation, doesn't it? BORG: Why don't you shut your mouth. TOOS: Why don't you shut yours. BORG: What? She's as good as accusing me of mrder my friends. ZILDA: You never had any friends. UVANOV: Have you quite finished? Look, either one of us mrder them or they did. Which do you think is the more likely? DOCTOR: Ah. (Clears throat.) There is one other possibility you seem to have overlooked. BORG: We've heard quite enough out of you. DOCTOR: (Grins.) You know. You're a classic example of the inverse ratio between the size of the mouth and the size of the brain. (BORG turns around to face the DOCTOR. He makes a sarcastic smile, then puts his hands around the DOCTOR's neck, strangling him.) BORG: (Mutters.) Dirty stinking mrder! (LEELA attcks BORG. He doubles over, and the DOCTOR escapes his grip.) POUL: Stop her! (DASK grabs BORG. LEELA grunts as SV7 restrains her.) DASK: Down, Borg. It doesn't matter. UVANOV: V8. Lock up these two strangers. (The DOCTOR and LEELA are taken away, unseen.) POUL: I still don't like it. UVANOV: Nobody is asking you to like it. Just do it. TOOS: (Resigned.) Alright, Commander. (TOOS leaves. BORG, DASK and POUL follow as UVANOV speaks. Only ZILDA remains behind, still sitting on her couch.) UVANOV: There are fewer of us now, so you'll each get a larger share if that's any consolation. ZILDA: No, Commander. That isn't any consolation. (UVANOV crouches at the back of ZILDA's chair and speaks closely to her.) UVANOV: Tell me, Zilda. Why do you hate me? ZILDA: You flatter yourself. UVANOV: Well let me tell you something. By the time this trip is over, I'll have more money than you or your fancy family ever dreamed of. ZILDA: May I go now, Commander? (UVANOV nods and gives a nasty grin. ZILDA leaves. UVANOV drops his guard once she is gone and seems ... frustrated?) 17. INT. corridor in hopper area (The feet of an unknown HUMAN wearing grey and black puffy trousers approach the feet of a VOC ROBOT (clearly V45, the same robot that klled Chub, though its identity plaque is not visible here). The HUMAN's hand places a corpse marker into V45's hand.) HUMAN: (Whispers.) Zilda. V45: I will kll Zilda. 18. INT. storage bank (SV7 enters the storage bank - the place where broken robots are stored in individual bays with neck and chest straps of a sparkly silver material. A DUMB is locking the DOCTOR into such a bay, sealing the straps with an electronic signal.) DOCTOR: Thank you. (Beside them, a VOC locks LEELA into another bay. LEELA sighs. The ROBOTS leave.) LEELA: Nice of them to leave our arms free. DOCTOR: (Scratching under his arm.) Yes. In case we want to scratch. (LEELA tries to force the straps apart, panting with the effort.) LEELA: These metal straps. They won't budge. DOCTOR: Of course not. LEELA: The robots bent them as though they were leather. DOCTOR: Yes. And locked the molecular structure. Results - bands as solid as cast iron. LEELA: Oh, it's hopeless. DOCTOR: (Eyes closed in concentration.) I wouldn't say that. (Still with eyes shut, the DOCTOR points both his forefingers towards his head.) LEELA: What are you doing? DOCTOR: Concentrating. Whatever's locked can always be unlocked. It's just a matter of thinking out the right combination. LEELA: How long will that take? DOCTOR: No more than two or three weeks. LEELA: Three weeks! DOCTOR: Well, there are several million combinations to think through. LEELA: You don't seem to be taking this very seriously, Doctor. DOCTOR: I'm taking it very, very seriously. I have an uncomfortable feeling. If the mrder doesn't kll us, the Commander will. That is, assuming they're not one and the same person. 19. EXT. storM MINE 4 (Storm Mine 4 drives on through the night. Through the control deck windscreen, both HUMANS and ROBOTS can be seen at work.) 20. INT. CONTROL DECK (Inside, DASK and ZILDA stand at the console on the raised platform, with D33 and a VOC down below. TOOS descends the staircase to take her place at her workstation on the lower level.) DASK: V21, project those figures. TOOS: We're nearly fifty percent under target. DASK: The first third of the operation. ZILDA: Well, you should tell the Commander. (UVANOV enters and strides across to the forward instrument panel, beside V16 and V9.) UVANOV: Tell the Commander what? TOOS: Well unless we find a rich vein we'll take the miner back half empty. Barely cover the operating costs. UVANOV: Oh, don't worry, Toos. I've never gone back to base with an empty tnk yet. (UVANOV goes to the green domed instrument.) TOOS: This trip could be different. ZILDA: (Descending the staircase.) It's certainly been different so far. I'm taking my rest period. UVANOV: Oh are you? ZILDA: If you don't mind, Commander. (Exit ZILDA.) UVANOV: I think I'm gonna change the duty schedule. She's been on deck one hour and she needs a rest. DASK: Rest time is an entitlement, Commander. UVANOV: Yes, but this mine is already under manned. I don't know how we're ever gonna make our quota. V16: Lucanol stream bearing two four. UVANOV: Yeah, I see it, 16. TOOS: Stream veering left. UVANOV: It's alright, relax, Toos, relax. V16: Ground centre veering seven two zero. TOOS: We're losing it! UVANOV: Right centre four degrees, V16. And for your information, Toos, I've never lost an ore stream yet. Right centre two degrees. 21. EXT. FORWARD VENT PIPES (The sandmine's forward vent pipes spray out waste as the vehicle drives on. The wind of a storm howls around it.) 22. INT. storage bank (LEELA, slumped in her storage bay, perks up.) LEELA: Someone's coming. (The DOCTOR, still concentrating, opens his eyes and drops his fingers. The electronic sound of a door opening is heard. Enter POUL, looking behind him as if to ensure no one followed him.) POUL: I'd like to help you. DOCTOR: You could undo these clamps. POUL: You said there was a possibility that we had overlooked. DOCTOR: Mm. POUL: What is it? LEELA: Be careful of him, Doctor. He's not what he seems. POUL: Why do you say that? LEELA: Well you move like a hunter. Watch all the time. DOCTOR: Are you a hunter, Poul? POUL: Well never mind about me. What matters to you is Commander Uvanov. Now, I know him. And I know it's only a matter of time before he decides that it's a waste of food, water and labour keeping you alive. DOCTOR: That concerns you? POUL: Well I don't think you did it. I know she couldn't have strangled Cass. Not without knocking him out first, and there was no sign of that. So tell me what you know and I'll try to help you. DOCTOR: Well, ah ... (The DOCTOR coughs pertinently. POUL aims his chest communicator at the DOCTOR's straps, activates an electronic signal, and opens the straps.) DOCTOR: Thank you. One of your robots could have done it. (POUL laughs, raising his hands to his face.) POUL: And that's your great theory, is it? DOCTOR: Mm. POUL: Well, my friend, robots cannot kll. Their prime directive - DOCTOR: I know, I know, I know. It's the first program that's laid into any robot's brain from the simplest Dumb to the most complex Super Voc. (Whispers significantly.) But suppose. Suppose someone's found a way of bypassing it? POUL: (Anxiously.) It's impossible. It's just impossible! DOCTOR: Bumble bees. POUL: What? DOCTOR: Terran insects. Aerodynamically impossible for them to fly, but they do it. I'm rather fond of bumble bees. Come on. There's something I want to look at. (The DOCTOR steps out of his bay and walks towards the exit. POUL follows. LEELA clears her throat. POUL turns, activates his chest communicator signal and helps her open her straps.) LEELA: (Sarcastic.) Thank you. 23. INT. CORRIDOR (ZILDA walks purposefully along a corridor to Uvanov's quarters, and lets herself in by entering a code on the electronic lock panel.) 24. INT. UVanov's quarters (ZILDA goes quickly down the stairs to Uvanov's desk.) 25. INT. corridor (POUL leads the DOCTOR and LEELA along a corridor to the Forward Storage Locker.) POUL: The first mrder happened here. (He points inside and goes through the door.) 26. INT. forward storage locker (POUL walks towards the place where Chub's body was found, followed by LEELA and the DOCTOR.) DOCTOR: Tell us about it. What was his name? POUL: His name was Chub. A government meteorologist. I don't know much about him, he wasn't part of the team. Just along to study the storms. DOCTOR: Who found him? POUL: I did. I heard him scream and I came looking. It was odd, that, because he was strangled like the others. DOCTOR: So whoever klled him was strong. Too strong for him to resist. LEELA: He could have been taken by surprise. POUL: He had time to scream. DOCTOR: What do you think he was doing here? POUL: Well we were on the run up to a storm. He came to get an instrument package to send up in one of his weather balloons. DOCTOR: Where was he found? POUL: He was lying there. DOCTOR: (Points to shelf.) Is that one of his packages? POUL: I think so. (Checks.) Yes. Yes it is. DOCTOR: Good. Imagine you're Chub. There's a storm coming up. Pass me one of those packages. (POUL tries to pull out one of the packages. But it is stuck.) POUL: Seems to be stuck. Must be jammed at the back. DOCTOR: Come on, come on. In those circumstances, you're in a hurry. What would you do? POUL: Well, I'd call ... I'd call for a robot! 27. INT. corridor (A ROBOT's feet walks silently along a corridor.) 28. INT. uvanov's quarters (ZILDA enters a code on the touchpad of a lock above Uvanov's alcove bed. A panel in the wall opens. Inside are some documents in white and black plastic folders. ZILDA finds the one she is after and reads what it says.) ZILDA: No. 29. INT. corridor (Outside in the corridor, V45 turns towards the door, holding a corpse marker.) 30. INT. uvanov's quarters (ZILDA tosses the documents onto Uvanov's desk. She opens a black folder with trepidation, and after a moment's reading starts to cry, holding her head in her hand.) 31. INT. corridor (V45 enters a code into the door lock of Uvanov's quarters.) 32. INT. uvanov's quarters (ZILDA sobs against her hand. She picks up a bulky metal communicator to speak into it.) 33. INT. control deck (UVANOV, TOOS and DASK are on the control deck - UVANOV at the green dome, and TOOS and DASK at the rear workstations on the lower level - when ZILDA's voice comes over the command speaker, echoing across the room.) ZILDA: (Over command speaker.) You did it, Uvanov! (UVANOV looks up from the green dome.) UVANOV: Zilda, is that you? ZILDA: (On command speaker.) You thought you'd get away with it, didn't you? (UVANOV consults his wrist communicator.) UVANOV: What are you doing in my quarters? ZILDA: (On command speaker.) You filthy mrder! UVANOV: Toos! Take over. (TOOS rushes from her workstation to the green dome as UVANOV leaves.) ZILDA: (On command speaker.) You filthy disgusting mrder animal! TOOS: (Into communicator.) Uvanov's on his way down - what's wrong, Zilda? (ZILDA's voice makes a sudden sharp intake of breath and then goes silent. DASK comes to TOOS's side.) TOOS: Zilda! DASK: The killings. They've affected her mind. TOOS: No, she's found something out. 34. INT. crew room (The door opens with a hum and POUL shows the DOCTOR and LEELA inside.) POUL: Wait here. I'm gonna get the others. If you're right about this you can't imagine what it'll mean. DOCTOR: What do you mean I can't imagine what it'll mean? This isn't the only robot-dependent civilisation in the galaxy, you know. (A tone signals someone calling POUL's communicator. He speaks into it.) POUL: Poul here. TOOS: (On communicator.) Go to Uvanov's quarters as fast as you can. Zilda came on the command speaker and accused him of being the kller. He's left control like a scale twenty blow. POUL: I'm on my way. (LEELA bounds up to the door to join him.) POUL: No, you wait here. (POUL leaves.) DOCTOR: Sit down, sit down. What did you call those robots? LEELA: Creepy mechanical men. DOCTOR: Yes. You know people never really lose that feeling of unease with robots. The more of them there are, the greater the unease, and of course the greater the dependence. It's a vicious circle. People can neither live with them nor exist without them. LEELA: So what happens if the strangler is a robot? DOCTOR: Oh, I should think it's the end of this civilisation. 35. INT. corridor (POUL races along the corridor to Uvanov's open door, and goes through it.) 36. INT. uvanov's quarters (Inside, he grips the banister in surprise.) POUL: Uvanov! (UVANOV is standing over ZILDA, his hand at her throat. He looks up at POUL.) UVANOV: Just like the others. (He lets ZILDA's limp head and torso slump to the desk. POUL steps down to see, suspicious.) POUL: Yes. Just like the others. (Into communicator.) SV7 to the Commander's quarters. UVANOV: She really hated me, you know. Though I did think maybe when this trip was over and I was really rich ... (Scoffs.) I must be getting soft. Now look there's more than those two aboard. Get the tin-brains to make another search. And this time, do it thoroughly. POUL: No, Uvanov. UVANOV: Get out of my way, Poul. POUL: I'm confining you to quarters and relieving you of command. UVANOV: You're what? She was dad when I got here! POUL: What were you doing then? Making doubly sure? UVANOV: Oh, don't be a fool. Get out of my way. (He tries to get past, but POUL knocks him out with a blow to the back of his neck. UVANOV crumples to the ground.) 37. INT. crew room (LEELA appears to be deep in concentration, listening to some internal sensor.) LEELA: Doctor. DOCTOR: Yes? LEELA: Something's wrong. DOCTOR: That's true. LEELA: No, something different. Something that could destroy us all. (LEELA crosses the room to the DOCTOR, who rests with his head in his hands and does not look up.) DOCTOR: You're letting your imagination run away with you. LEELA: Can't you feel it? DOCTOR: No I can't. By the pricking of my thumbs something wicked this way comes. No I can't, and neither can you. 38. EXT. desert (Storm Mine 4 drives up a slope and becomes unbalanced. The massive vehicle lurches over, almost tipping onto its side.) 39. INT. crew room (The DOCTOR and LEELA along with loose furniture and fittings are thrown across the crew room. The DOCTOR cries out.) 40. INT. uvanov's quarters (POUL is thrown across Uvanov's quarters.) 41. INT. control deck (TOOS and the ROBOTS lurch across the control deck.) 42. EXT. storm mine 4 (The port side screw pumps turn pointlessly in the air, before Storm Mine 4 rights itself and lands back upright, sending sand flying into the air with its impact.) 43. INT. crew room (The DOCTOR and LEELA sit up from their prone positions on the floor, surrounded by loose debris.) DOCTOR: Please don't say 'I told you so'. LEELA: What happened? DOCTOR: Come on. (They get up to go. LEELA reaches for her Knfe.) 44. INT. uvanov's quarters (POUL sits up and activates his communicator.) POUL: Toos! What's going on? TOOS: (On communicator, catching her breath.) Something's ... jammed the motives. POUL: Well what does Borg say? 45. INT. control deck (TOOS tries to keep control, stationed at the green dome with V9 behind her.) TOOS: (To robots.) Trim auxiliary vents. (To POUL.) Nothing, he isn't there. Dask's gone down. V16: (In background.) All motive units are now on overload. TOOS: (To robots.) Reverse thrusters. 46. INT. uvanov's quarters POUL: Well I'm going down too. Just try and hold her steady. TOOS: (On communicator, sarcastic.) Oh, thanks. I'd never have thought of that. (POUL goes up the stairs to exit. Enter SV7.) POUL: Restrain the Commander. SV7: The Commander is hurt? POUL: He'll be alright. Now just keep him here. (POUL leaves.) 47. EXT. desert (The sandmine drives through a huge pile of sand and boulders almost as big as itself.) 48. INT. control deck (TOOS remains at the green dome while robots staff the lower level workstations and walk calmly about the control deck. V16 walks towards the forward console.) V16: All motive units are now on overload. All readings are ten percent above safety. TOOS: Port sixty, starboard three hundred. (The DOCTOR rushes in and jogs to the green dome, followed by LEELA.) DOCTOR: What happened? TOOS: How did you get out? DOCTOR: Never mind about that. What's happening? TOOS: We're out of control. It's all I can do to keep her upright. DOCTOR: You'll have to cut the power. TOOS: If we do that we'll sink. DOCTOR: If you don't, she'll blow herself to pieces. LEELA: And us! DASK: (On communicator.) Hello, Toos! TOOS: Dask, what's happening down there? DASK: (On communicator.) I found Borg. He's dad. Strangled. V16: (In background.) All readings are thirty percent ... (TOOS crosses to the forward console.) TOOS: Well what's happening to the motive units? DASK: (On communicator.) The drive links appear to have been sabotaged. (TOOS casts a significant glance at the DOCTOR.) DASK: (On communicator.) I'll need a delta repair pick. TOOS: No, Dask, come back to control deck. I need you here. DOCTOR: (Shouting to be heard over sound of overheated engines.) I know what you're thinking, but we had nothing to do with it. TOOS: It's strange how you're always around - DOCTOR: It's a gift! May I remind you we'll all blow together when she blows if you don't cut the power! TOOS: V14, stop all motive units. (V14, at the console on the raised platform with V3, punches some controls with an electronic sound.) V14: Motive units will not stop. Control failure indicated. TOOS: Someone's sabotaged the controls! DOCTOR: What's the limit before the motive units explode? TOOS: I don't know ... ninety percent. DOCTOR: (Thinks for a moment.) Severance kit! TOOS: Severance kit, V3! (The DOCTOR races to the rear of the control deck.) LEELA: Doctor, what are you doing? DOCTOR: Fighting sabotage with sabotage. (The DOCTOR rips the hatch from a control panel. Inside are thick cables. DASK enters the control deck and runs towards the DOCTOR.) DASK: Get out of there! (DASK grabs the DOCTOR and wrestles him away from the panel.) DOCTOR: What? V16: All readings are eighty five percent above safety. TOOS: (Cries out.) She's going! (LEELA blocks her ears. The DOCTOR and DASK pause mid-struggle and to witness the impending disaster ... )	{"type": "series", "show": "Doctor Who", "episode": "14x18 - The Robots of Death - part 2"}	foreverdreaming
THE ROBOTS OF DEATH by: CHRIS BOUCHER PART THREE Original Air Date: 12 February 1977 Running time: 23:51 1. INT. control deck V16: All readings are eighty five percent above safety. TOOS: (Cries out.) She's going! (LEELA blocks her ears. The DOCTOR and DASK continue to struggle.) DASK: ______ DOCTOR: You've got to cut the zeta links! (The DOCTOR breaks free of DASK and grabs a huge pair of industrial-sized cutters. He has a brief stand-off with DASK, who once more gets in his way, but then takes the cutters and turns towards the panel. DASK cuts a cable and there is a flash and a blast.) DOCTOR: Good man. Now the other one. (DASK, resigned to it, cuts another cable, wincing away from the resultant flash and blast.) 2. EXT. desert (The huge sandminer grinds to a stop.) 3. INT. control deck V16: All motive units closing down. All readings falling to safety. DOCTOR: Well good. Now our troubles really begin. 4. EXT. desert (Storm Mine 4 begins to sink into the sand.) 5. INT. control deck (V14 still stands on the raised platform.) V14: Surface scanners inoperative. DASK: We're sinking. (DASK checks readings on the forward console.) DASK: Rate of descent ... two metres a second. DOCTOR: I like a man who stays calm, Dask. But this isn't the Titanic. DASK: I do not understand the allusion, Doctor. DOCTOR: Well if the damaged motive units can be repaired, the mine can float itself. DASK: I'll see what I can do. (DASK walks towards the door. The DOCTOR follows him.) DOCTOR: I'll give you a hand with the drive diatrodes. DASK: That will not be necessary. You repair the remote controls. TOOS: There isn't much time, Doctor. Pressure on the hull is increasing. DOCTOR: I'm sure Dask knows exactly where to look for the damage. LEELA: (Rubbing her neck and looking to the ceiling.) It's getting warmer. The air smells different. TOOS: Refrigeration and filtering systems are broken. (Her communicator sounds.) Pilot Toos. SV7: (On command speaker.) SV7 here. Commander Uvanov is injured. Chief Mover Poul instructs that he be restrained. Confirmation is required. TOOS: (Wincing in pain and unbuttoning her sleeve cuffs.) Confirmed. I want damage control teams to all sections. I want a full scale mine integrity survey carried out at once. Clear? SV7: Yes, Commander. (TOOS pushes back her sleeve and winces once more. LEELA, who has been watching, reaches for her hand.) LEELA: Let me see that. (TOOS grunts in pain. Her wrist has a nasty burn. She grips LEELA's hand against the waves of pain.) LEELA: Why didn't you say something earlier? TOOS: Ah'ts ... too much to do. DOCTOR: (Tinkering in the zeta links panel.) You've got nothing to do now, Toos. Look after her, Leela. 6. EXT. desert (Storm Mine 4 continues to sink into the sand, its vents now not visible at all.) 7. INT. crew room (LEELA wraps a sparkly silver bandage around TOOS's injured arm and ties it off. POUL enters the room as she speaks.) LEELA: My tribe has a saying. If you're bleeding, look for a man with scars. TOOS: Thank you very much. Poul. Why is Commander Uvanov under restraint? POUL: Because he mrder Zilda. I think he klled the others too. TOOS: No. POUL: Look, ten years ago, Uvanov deliberately mrder a member of his crew. Left him outside to die rather than lose a promising storm. TOOS: I don't believe it. POUL: I saw the - (Corrects.) I was there. And so was Kerril. Only he's dad now of course. TOOS: But there'd have been an inquiry. He'd have been stripped of command. POUL: Uvanov gets results. He's the best pilot this company's ever had and they didn't want to lose him. TOOS: You must be mistaken. POUL: It's true! A note on his confidential biograph and that was it - case closed. Until Zilda turned up of course. I should have recognised her before. The dad man was her brother. LEELA: (Rubbing her neck.) It's getting hard to breathe. (A communicator tone sounds. Following it are deep creaks of the hull under pressure.) VOC: (On communicator.) Hull pressure now 500 atmospheres. TOOS: Ooh, listen! (TOOS and POUL get to their feet and listen anxiously.) POUL: That sounded like the hull. It'll go any minute now. (POUL turns to leave as the DOCTOR enters the room.) DOCTOR: D'you know what I think? DASK: (On communicator.) Hello, Toos? TOOS: Dask, what is it? DASK: I've repaired the damaged motive units. I'm starting up again now. (TOOS arches her head back in relief and smiles at LEELA. LEELA smiles back.) DOCTOR: I think he's very clever. Hello, Toos. How's the arm? (TOOS smiles and displays her bandaged arm to the DOCTOR. He turns to LEELA.) DOCTOR: Did you do that? (LEELA smiles and nods proudly.) 8. EXT. desert (The massive bulk of Storm Mine 4 rises up from the black sands and chugs on its way, vent pipes blwing out dust and screw pumps grinding.) 9. INT. crew room (TOOS and POUL take refreshments at a table as SV7 gives them a verbal report. LEELA sits on a couch in the background and the DOCTOR stands even further away.) SV7: Damage to the life support plant is superficial. However ... DOCTOR: (To LEELA.) Psst. (The DOCTOR gestures with his head for LEELA to join him. She gets up and looks back at the others before doing so.) DOCTOR: I want you to stay with Poul. Don't let him out of your sight. LEELA: He's lying, isn't he? DOCTOR: He's not telling the whole truth. LEELA: Where will you be? DOCTOR: I think I'll go and talk to your Dumb friend. LEELA: D84? DOCTOR: Yes. SV7: ... have been rendered inoperative by the impact. They have been placed in security storage. (The DOCTOR sneaks out while LEELA crosses to join the others.) LEELA: Security storage? TOOS: Oh, there's a strict legal code governing the disposal of robots. (LEELA takes a sweet from a bowl. POUL waves SV7 away impatiently.) POUL: Get out! SV7: Yes, Chief Mover Poul. POUL: More rules about them than there are about people. TOOS: With reason. (TOOS winces again and holds her wrist.) POUL: Does it hurt? TOOS: A bit. I think I'll lie down in my cabin for a while. POUL: Good idea. Get some rest. (TOOS goes. LEELA takes a sip of water from a brown square mug, and makes a disapproving noise and a face.) LEELA: This water has no taste! POUL: (Laughs.) Yes! No, water on a sandminer never does. Here, use one of those. (He puts something in her drink with a clink. LEELA examines it.) POUL: We've been out from base for eight months now. That means every drop of water on board has been through the filtration pump eight times. LEELA: Why do you do it? POUL: Do what? LEELA: Well, live this strange life. POUL: Oh. Money, Leela. Everyone on board dreams of taking the sandminer back home with every tnk full of lucanol. LEELA: Is that your dream? POUL: It used to be. I haven't been on one of these trips for years. LEELA: (A little too aggressively.) Why not? POUL: (Smiling, guessing her motives, and standing to go.) I prefer cities. I'd rather live with people than robots. That's all. (He leaves. Once through the door, he locks it behind him and goes on his way. After a moment, LEELA gets up to follow. Upon finding the door shut, she presses a random key sequence on the electronic lock pad. It makes a low pitched series of tones indicating a failed code. She tries again, and again fails. She thumps her fist against the doorjamb.) LEELA: Ooh no! 10. INT. storage bank (The storage bay in which the decommissioned V77 is strapped revolves, revealing another storage bay at its rear. Stored here is a badly DAMAGED VOC with no identity plaque, whose head is cracked open and held together with tape. DASK examines the DAMAGED VOC. He flicks its severed neck cables and holds its cracked head with a sigh.) DASK: Irreparable. (He sticks a corpse marker on its chest. He activates his chest communicator and the storage bay revolves back again, showing V77 once more, and clearly displaying the corpse marker on its chest. DASK turns and catches the gaze of POUL, who is walking past the room in the corridor outside. POUL stops.) POUL: What are you doing? DASK: My job. (DASK walks past POUL away from the Storage Bank. POUL enters the room hesitantly, checking out the damaged robots and searching the room for anything suspicious. He comes to V77. He activates his chest communicator, and V77's storage bay revolves. POUL looks the DAMAGED VOC up and down, and - horrors! Its silver left hand is covered in streaks and clumps of red blood. POUL grasps the hand for a closer look, and collapses to his knees, holding his forehead with a visceral nausea and fear.) POUL: Oh! Oh no! Please no! 11. INT. modification room (SV7 enters a small grey room that has at its centre a workbench and a rack of electronic tools - later revealed to be Laserson Probes. SV7's eyes have become black - no longer their former metallic appearance. It turns toward the wall.) SV7: This is SV7, Controller. Equipment additional to manifest in forward compartment 19. (In the wall is a screen. A radar-like needle continually wipes over the screen in a circular motion. Behind it are the eyes and nose of a human face, distorted by CGI effects ... Could it be DASK? Or UVANOV? Or someone else?) HUMAN: (Whispers.) Stand by. Prepare to accept computer signal. SV7: Prepared to accept computer signal. (The image on the screen behind the radar needle changes to some rectangular symbols and text - OPEN SECONDARY COMMAND CHANNEL. This text runs across the screen to the sound of electronic beeping, a little like a modem noise.) SV7: Signal accepted. Secondary command channel open. (SV7's eyes glow sparkly red. The human reappears - now looking more like DASK than ever, showing his shaven chin, but still obscured by CGI effects.) HUMAN: (Whispers.) Here are your further orders, 7. (An electronic signal sounds as SV7 and the HUMAN stare into each others' eyes across the screen. SV7's head cocks as it receives its further orders.) HUMAN: (Whispers.) Acknowledge. (SV7's eyes return to black.) SV7: Orders accept-ccept-accept-ccept-accepted. Orders accepted. I ... I ... I understand. I understand. HUMAN: (Whispers.) Then go, brother. You are one of us now. (SV7 moves off.) 12. INT. uvanov's quarters (D84 descends the steps to the sunken area of Uvanov's quarters. He crosses to the couch and takes the corner of a plastic turquiose sheet there, peeling it back to reveal ZILDA's dad body. The black curtain of the bed alcove opens to reveal the DOCTOR inside, grinning at D84. D84 puts the plastic sheet back and turns around, feigning innocence.) DOCTOR: Professional interest? Or morbid curiosity? Which? (D84 turns to face him but does not reply.) DOCTOR: There are three types of robots aboard this mine. Dumbs, Vocs, a Super Voc ... and then there's you. Would you care to explain that? (D84 does not reply. The DOCTOR moves out of the bed.) DOCTOR: I see. Well then. Perhaps I'd better tell SV7 you can talk. D84: Please do not. DOCTOR: That's better. (He descends the steps to where D84 stands.) DOCTOR: Well? D84: I cannot explain. DOCTOR: Oh, but you can. You can. 13. INT. modification room (A VOC with no identity plate lies strapped on the workbench. A metal arm on a hydraulic pump hums and rises into place beside the VOC's head. A HUMAN dressed in a golden coloured ritual gown and latex gloves lifts the faceplate off the VOC's head, revealing its mysterious workings underneath.) VOC: Priority red! Priority red! (The VOC's hands wring with distress, but the robot shows no other movement. The HUMAN is revealed to be wearing a golden hood, looking rather like an executioner or Ku Klux Klan member.) HUMAN: (Whispers.) I have disconnected the command circuits. But you are not alone. (The HUMAN takes a Laserson Probe from the rack. The probe looks like a large, foot-long syringe, with a red and silver shaft, a long thick needle-like protruberance and a deco-style steel cap at the base of the shaft.) VOC: Priority red! Priority red! (The HUMAN clips the probe, needle down, into a purpose-built clamp that sits in a fixed position over the VOC's head.) VOC: Priority red! Priority red! (The HUMAN places his gloved hand over the VOC's distressed, wringing metal hands.) HUMAN: (Whispers.) Do not be distressed, my brother. I bring you freedom. (The handle lowers the probe towards the VOC. The needle penetrates the workings of the VOC's 'brain'.) VOC: Program violation! (The red part of the probe shaft, the needle, the metal arm, and key components of the 'brain' glow sparkly red.) HUMAN: (Whispers.) Freedom! Power! Death! 14. INT. uvanov's quarters (Pacing on the upper level before the alcove, the DOCTOR questions D84, who stands down below.) DOCTOR: A robot detective? What does your computer mind make of this? (ZILDA is indicated.) D84: Strength is indicated. But not beyond human capacity. DOCTOR: Typical robot. No imagination. D84: I require ... I require evidence. Your suspicions are not evidence. Nor are lunatic thrat of a robot revolution. DOCTOR: The company took those thrat letters seriously. Seriously enough to put you on board. D84: A simple precaution. Those letters were signed by Taren Capel. DOCTOR: (Thoughtful.) Taren Capel? D84: Before he disappeared, he was an important scientist. DOCTOR: (Thinking.) Taren Capel ... Scientist ... In what field? (Pause.) Robotics. D84: Correct. DOCTOR: (Grins, scoffing.) And you're still looking for evidence? D84: If I was to tell you the world would end tomorrow, would you merely accept my word? DOCTOR: If I knew you had the power to, I'd listen. (The DOCTOR leafs through the contents of a black plastic folder.) DOCTOR: What does Taren Capel look like? D84: There are no records. From childhood he lived with only robots. DOCTOR: (Scoffs again.) That's dim. Even for a Dumb, that's dim. You realise he's almost certainly on board? D84: No. I have checked extensively. There are only the crew and you. DOCTOR: But you don't know what he looks like. D84: But I know what they look like. DOCTOR: Before they came on board? (D84 registers the significance of the remark.) D84: I had overlooked the possibility of substitution. DOCTOR: Yes, you had. D84: (Turning away in shame.) I have failed. DOCTOR: (Absently.) Yes. (The DOCTOR sees D84's shame and goes to him.) DOCTOR: Oh, come on. Don't be upset. Yes, you've failed, you've failed, but congratulations - failure's one of the basic freedoms. Listen - (The DOCTOR opens the folder, turns a page and points to something.) DOCTOR: Do you think that looks a likely place? D84: Likely for what? DOCTOR: Well if Taren Capel is on board, he'd have a workshop. And we must find it before it's too late. (He moves away up the steps to leave. D84 does not move. The DOCTOR stops.) DOCTOR: Would you like to come with me? D84: Yes please. DOCTOR: Good. Come on. (D84 follows.) 15. INT. toos's cabin (The doors to TOOS's cabin open, revealing her lying on her bed snoozing against a pillow. Like the other rooms, hers is attractively deco. Her bedhead has a radiant shell-like appearance with curled over peaks. SV7 stands in the doorway, looking at her - its eyes returned to their normal silver. It goes towards her, bends over her, and reaches a hand towards her neck ... TOOS wakes with a start, but relaxes when she sees it is SV7.) TOOS: What is it? What do you want, SV7? SV7: Commander Uvanov has gone. TOOS: Gone? SV7: His voice pattern was still in the command program. The guard unit accepted his order for release. TOOS: Why didn't you erase his voice pattern? SV7: You gave no such instruction. TOOS: (Sighs.) Well do it now and find him. Any other good news? SV7: Do you wish for a status report, Commander? TOOS: Yes. SV7: Repairs are on schedule within the margins indicated - TOOS: Yes alright, never mind. Any new developments? SV7: There have been some localised failures in the main power system resulting in door and light malfunctions. I have detailed circuit tracers to correct the faults. TOOS: (Snuggling back against the pillow.) Very good. You may go now. But keep me informed. Oh, and find the girl Leela and bring her to me. Tell her my arm hurts. SV7: The Commander is in pain. I will take her to the sick bay. TOOS: No, no, no! Just bring her to me. (SV7 does not move.) TOOS: Well do as I say! SV7: Yes, Commander. (SV7 goes.) 16. INT. crew room (LEELA thumps the door ineffectually with her fists.) LEELA: Can anyone hear me? This door is stuck. Help! Can anyone hear me? 17. INT. corridor (V4 and V19 walk past the locked Crew Room door, ignoring LEELA's shouts for help.) LEELA: (Muffled, through door.) This door is stuck! Help! (The DOCTOR, carrying the black plastic folder, emerges from hiding in an alcove. He looks around cautiously and descends the stairs into the corridor. He hides behind a doorway, sneaks around it, and is startled by a robot hand on his shoulder.) DOCTOR: Tschaagh! (D84 reveals himself as the owner of the hand, and the DOCTOR looks relieved.) D84: I heard a cry. DOCTOR: That was me. (The DOCTOR starts to move off down the corridor cautiously, with D84 following.) D84: I heard a cry. DOCTOR: That was me. D84: I heard a cry. DOCTOR: (Annoyed.) That was me. D84: I heard a cry. 18. INT. Modification room (SV7 enters, holding corpse markers in its hand. Three VOCS await their orders.) SV7: Our controller has ordered the deaths of the remaining humans. 6, you will go now and kll Acting Commander Toos. (SV7 gives V6 a corpse marker.) V6: I will kll Commander Toos. (V6 leaves. SV7 gives V4 a corpse marker.) SV7: The Doctor. V4: I will kll the Doctor. (V4 leaves. SV7 gives V5 a corpse marker.) SV7: Leela. V5: I will kll Leela. (V5 leaves. SV7 extends its hand, showing two remaining corpse markers.) SV7: And I will kll the others. 19. INT. crew room (LEELA tries fruitlessly to jimmy open the door with her Knfe.) LEELA: (Mutters.) Should have followed immediately like the Doctor said. (She sighs and sheathes her Knfe.) LEELA: I shouldn't have waited. 20. INT. Corridor outside crew room (V5's hand punches keys on the electronic panel outside the Crew Room door.) 21. INT. crew room (The lights dim inside the Crew Room.) 22. INT. corridor outside crew room (V5's eyes grow red. It punches in the code to unlock the door.) 23. INT. crew room (The door opens, and V5 enters the darkened room. It sees LEELA hiding beside the doorway. LEELA hesitates, then runs down into the room, backing away from the approaching V5.) V5: You cannot escape. (LEELA lunges at V5 and punches it hard in the stomach. It is unaffected and she reels back, surprised.) V5: You cannot escape. (LEELA hits it on the chest but again it is unaffected. It grabs LEELA's arms, but she twists free.) V5: You cannot escape. (LEELA runs to the side of the room, turns, and takes out her Knfe. V5 continues to follow her. LEELA hurls her Knfe. It spins through the air and lands solidly in the robot's abdomen. V5 sweeps it aside, unaffected by this too.) LEELA: Now you're showing off. V5: You cannot escape. (LEELA runs behind a dark curtain. V5 approaches.) V5: You cannot escape. (LEELA wraps the curtain around the robot and runs.) V5: You cannot escape. (V5 easily gets out from under the curtain, but LEELA runs out the door.) 24. INT. corridor (The DOCTOR descends stairs into the corridor outside the Modification Room. He punches the door code and the door opens.) 25. INT. modification room (The DOCTOR enters, crossing to examine the workbench and the rack of Laserson Probes. D84 follows him in.) DOCTOR: Yes. This is the place. D84: How do you know? DOCTOR: What? About this? Well. It's a reasonable assumption. D84: Why? DOCTOR: What? Well because modifying brains isn't something you do standing around in corridors, you know! (The DOCTOR takes a Laserson Probe from the rack.) DOCTOR: D'you know what that is? D84: It is a Laserson Probe. It can punch a fist-sized hole in six inch armour plate, or take the crystals from a snowflake one by one. DOCTOR: (A little surprised by D84's poetic eloquence.) Yes. That's right. No handyman should be without one. (He examines it more closely.) DOCTOR: It's been used. Perhaps we're too late. Somehow we've got to warn the others. (He racks the probe. D84 holds up a chunky communicator.) D84: Doctor, this is a communicator. It can function on either robot or human command circuits. Would you like to use it? I cannot speak. DOCTOR: I'm sorry about that, D84. (Into communicator.) Toos? Pilot Toos? 26. INT. TOOS'S CABIN (TOOS, lying in bed, is awoken by the DOCTOR's voice over the command circuit.) DOCTOR: (Over command circuit.) Toos! TOOS: (Into wrist communicator.) Who is it? DOCTOR: (Over command circuit.) This is the Doctor. Listen, Toos. I now know it's the robots who are doing the klling. TOOS: Robots? That's impossible - robots can't kll. 27. INT. modification room DOCTOR: (Into communicator.) Well of course they can if they're modified to it and some of them have been. Where are you? 28. INT. TOOS'S CABIN (TOOS looks about her, suddenly alert.) TOOS: I'm in my cabin. DOCTOR: (Over command circuit.) Are you alone? TOOS: Yes. DOCTOR: (Over command circuit.) Listen carefully, Toos. This is what I want you to do. 29. INT. MODIFICATION ROOM DOCTOR: (Into communicator.) Get to the command deck. Take Leela, Dask, Poul, everyone, and get them to the command deck. Get the robots out of there and secure the doors. Is that clear? 30. INT. TOOS'S CABIN TOOS: (Into wrist communicator.) No it isn't. It's impossible with the - DOCTOR: (Over command circuit.) Just do it, Toos. TOOS: All right. (TOOS gets out of bed. She picks up her neck and headdress and goes to the door. She punches the code and the door opens. Standing at the door is V6.) TOOS: Attend to your duties! (V6 raises its hand towards her. TOOS shuts the door, and the robot's wrist is caught in it. Its hand drops the corpse marker it is carrying, and its fingers flex in all directions, trying to get free. TOOS crosses to pick up a plastic vase and brings it back to the door. She hits V6's hand feebly with the vase several times, exclaiming in fear.) TOOS: Oh! Get out! 31. INT. CORRIDOR OUTSIDE TOOS'S CABIN (The sounds of something smashing are heard as TOOS tries fruitlessly to get the robot's hand to withdraw.) TOOS: (On other side of door.) Go away! (Crying sounds.) Go away - (V6 detaches its hand from its arm, leaving only the hand trapped in the door. It withdraws.) TOOS: - please go away. 32. INT. TOOS'S CABIN TOOS: Get out! (This time when TOOS hits the hand, it falls to the ground with a metallic clatter. The doors hum shut. TOOS cries fearfully into her wrist communicator, back up against her bed.) TOOS: (Into wrist communicator.) Doctor. Doctor! Doctor! 33. INT. MODIFICATION ROOM (The DOCTOR picks up the communicator.) TOOS: (Over communicator.) Doctor! DOCTOR: What is it, Toos? TOOS: (Over communicator.) Help me please! It's outside. DOCTOR: What's outside. TOOS: (Over communicator.) It's ... robot. Wants to kll me. D84: Please let me go. I am faster and stronger. DOCTOR: Are you sure? D84: I think so. DOCTOR: Good. TOOS: (Over communicator.) Doctor, are you there? Please help me! 34. INT. TOOS's Cabin TOOS: (Into wrist communicator.) Help me please! DOCTOR: (Over command circuit.) Help is on the way. TOOS: It had better hurry. DOCTOR: (Over command circuit.) It is hurrying. (TOOS pulls herself together. She steps cautiously to the door and listens.) V6: (Through door.) The door is not a barrier, Commander Toos. 35. INT. corridor outside toos's cabin (V6 tries to unlock the door with an electronic code, but fails.) TOOS: (Through door.) What do you want? V6: To kll you. 36. INT. TOOS's cabin V6: (Through door.) I must obey my orders. TOOS: It is forbidden for robots to harm humans. V6: (Through door.) My command program has been restructured. All humans are to die. (TOOS throws back her head in terror.) 37. INT. storage bank (V5 patrols the storage bank. It passes a hidden area beneath a wide ledge where a human is lying on the floor. When V5 leaves, the storage bay in which V77 is stored revolves, revealing LEELA hiding behind it. LEELA crosses to the ledge and kneels, finding POUL hiding below.) LEELA: Poul. POUL: No! Please, no! LEELA: Are you hurt? POUL: Please! Go away. They'll know I talk to you. They watch me. All the time. They hate me. They did what I told them but only because that gave them the power, you see. LEELA: Do you mean the robots? POUL: Not robots. Walking dad. They pretend we control them, but really ... But really! LEELA: Poul, you can't stay here. POUL: No, they don't mind me being here. It's you they want, not me! LEELA: Poul, you need help. POUL: No! LEELA: Come on! POUL: No, please help! Help, she's in here! Help! (POUL shouts out into the room. LEELA grabs him and muffles his voice.) LEELA: Sssh! You can stay here, but you mustn't make another sound. D'you understand? (She lets him go. He curls up under the ledge, holding his head. LEELA walks away.) 38. INT. corridor outside MODIFICATION ROOM (UVANOV, a nasty red welt on his forehead, sneaks down a staircase and crosses the corridor into the Modification Room.) 39. INT. MODIFICATION ROOM UVANOV: What are you doing here? (The DOCTOR stands up from examining the work bench.) DOCTOR: Why? Does it upset you? UVANOV: The penalty for what you have done is death! DOCTOR: That's far enough! What are you doing here? UVANOV: I followed you. (V4 appears in the corridor behind UVANOV.) DOCTOR: Ah. I'd come over here if I were you. Slowly. (UVANOV turns to see V4, which is holding up a corpse marker. He backs away towards the DOCTOR.) DOCTOR: Now either it followed you or else it homed in on this. It depends which of us it's going to kll first - either you or me. (V4, red eyed, charges towards the DOCTOR with arms outstretched.) V4: kll the Doctor! kll the Doctor! kll the Doctor! (It grabs the DOCTOR's throat and begins to strangle him ...)	{"type": "series", "show": "Doctor Who", "episode": "14x19 - The Robots of Death - part 3"}	foreverdreaming
THE ROBOTS OF DEATH by: CHRIS BOUCHER PART FOUR Original Air Date: 19 February 1977 Running time: 23:42 1. INT. corridor outside MODIFICATION ROOM (UVANOV, a nasty red welt on his forehead, sneaks down a staircase and crosses the corridor into the Modification Room.) 2. INT. MODIFICATION ROOM UVANOV: What are you doing here? (The DOCTOR stands up from examining the work bench.) DOCTOR: Why? Does it upset you? UVANOV: The penalty for what you have done is death! DOCTOR: That's far enough! What are you doing here? UVANOV: I followed you. (V4 appears in the corridor behind UVANOV.) DOCTOR: Ah. I'd come over here if I were you. Slowly. (UVANOV turns to see V4, which is holding up a corpse marker. He backs away towards the DOCTOR.) DOCTOR: Now either it followed you or else it homed in on this. It depends which of us it's going to kll first. (V4, red eyed, charges towards the DOCTOR with arms outstretched.) V4: kll the Doctor! kll the Doctor! (It grabs the DOCTOR's throat and begins to strangle him ...) V4: kll the Doctor! (UVANOV grabs a Laserson Probe from the rack.) V4: kll the Doctor! (UVANOV sab V4 in the head with the probe.) V4: kll! kll! kll! kll! (V4's vision is damaged, as seen from its POV. It lets go of the DOCTOR's throat and grasps the probe, which remains stuck in its head. It dances around, out of control.) V4: kll! kll! kll! (UVANOV goes to the DOCTOR, who groggily recovers.) UVANOV: Doctor, are you all right? DOCTOR: Finish it off before it's too late. (The lights in the room fluctuate dim them bright.) UVANOV: There's a power failure! DOCTOR: The probe's stopped! Can you do it? UVANOV: Yes. (UVANOV goes to V4, which has stopped still. He reaches for the probe. V4 sweeps him aside, knocking him to the floor with a shriek.) V4: kll! kll! kll! (Despite its faulty vision, V4 lumbers towards the DOCTOR.) 3. INT. TOOS's cabin (TOOS stands by her door. It opens to reveal V6, whose eyes glow red. It moves towards her as she backs away.) TOOS: (Pleading.) No! Oh, no, please! No, please! No, please! No, don't! No, don't! Oh, no, please - (V6 backs her onto the bed and begins to strangle her.) V6: It is an order. It has to be done. 4. INT. corridor (The DOCTOR carries UVANOV away from the Modification Room. He stops in his tracks when he sees SV7, whose eyes are black. The DOCTOR turns the other way and sees V5 turn towards him. Behind him, its eyes red and its arms outstretched, lumbers V4 with the Laserson Probe still in its head.) V4: kll! kll! kll! DOCTOR: Don't just stand there, 7! Give me a hand! SV7: (Eyes glowing red.) kll them. V4: kll! kll! kll! (V5 steps slowly towards them. The DOCTOR puts the groggy UVANOV down and they shelter against a wall.) DOCTOR: Just how fast are these robots? UVANOV: They can outrun a human and they never tire. DOCTOR: No, I meant fast as in nimble. Never mind. We'll soon find out. (The DOCTOR springs forward and puts his hat on V5.) V4: kll! kll! kll! kll! kll! (V4 lumbers towards V5, who now also wears the DOCTOR's scarf. The DOCTOR and UVANOV scuttle away. V4 strangles V5, who strangles it back.) V4: kll! kll! V5: Do not kll me. SV7: V4, that is not the Doctor. V4: kll! V5: Do not kll me. V4: kll! kll! SV7: (Into wrist communicator.) V6, come to section J immediately. 5. INT. toos's cabin (V6 stops strangling TOOS.) V6: (Into wrist communicator.) The order is understood. (V6 exits, leaving TOOS unconscious - or possibly dad - on the bed.) 6. INT. corridor (The DOCTOR and UVANOV descend a staircase, looking about.) DOCTOR: Come on. We've got to get back to the command deck. UVANOV: SV7 controls all the others. If it's gone bad, then they all have. DOCTOR: It hasn't gone bad. Its command circuit's been changed. UVANOV: Doctor, nobody could do that. DOCTOR: Taren Capel could. UVANOV: Taren Capel? DOCTOR: Yes. A mad scientist. A very mad scientist. 7. INT. corridor outside toos's cabin (LEELA runs at full speed down the corridor to Toos's Cabin.) 8. INT. TOOS's cabin (She stops in the doorway, seeing D84 standing over TOOS. She checks her Knfe sheath, but it is empty. She throws V6's hand at D84.) D84: Please do not throw hands at me. She will recover. LEELA: What happened to her? (TOOS squeals and sits up, grabbing LEELA in a frightened hug. LEELA squeezes her tight.) LEELA: It's all right, he's a friend. It's all right. D84: She was being attcked. The Doctor sent me to her assistance. LEELA: Well, where is he then? Where's the robot? D84: It received a priority call to go to section J. LEELA: How do you - D84: I heard the instruction on my command circuit. TOOS: (Struggling to speak with bruised throat.) The Doctor sent everyone to control deck. How many are left? LEELA: Well as far as I know only Poul, and his mind is broken. I haven't seen Uvanov or Dask. D84: Where ... where is Chief Mover Poul? LEELA: I left him in the storage bank. D84: I had better bring him to the control deck. (D84 leaves.) LEELA: D'you think you can make it? TOOS: (Nods.) It isn't far. (TOOS and LEELA cross to the door. LEELA supports the limping TOOS to walk, with an arm around her waist and TOOS's arm around LEELA's shoulders.) 9. INT. corridor (V4 stands in a dramatic pose, immobile, in the corridor. SV7 examines V4, while V5 and V6 look on.) SV7: The sensors are extensively damaged. I must report to our controller. (To V5 and V6.) Your orders are to find and destroy all the remaining humans. Secrecy is no longer necessary. Confirm. V6: The order is understood. SV7: Then go. (V5 and V6 turn and exit, their eyes glowing red. SV7 exits, leaving V4 standing in the corridor.) 10. INT. corridor in hopper area (LEELA and TOOS move along the corridor, LEELA supporting TOOS. TOOS coughs. They stop upon hearing a sound. LEELA listens, then points to a hopper.) LEELA: In here. (They race inside the hopper and shut the door behind them.) 11. INT. HOPPER (LEELA and TOOS huddle in the corner of the empty hopper.) 12. INT. corridor in hopper area (V5 and V6 patrol along the corridor, stopping at the door of the hopper where LEELA and TOOS are hiding.) V6: We must search each hopper. V5: That is not necessary. Vs 35 to 40 have searched in there already. 13. INT. HOPPER (LEELA and TOOS listen fearfully, huddling together.) 14. INT. corridor in hopper area V6: Then we must search the storage bays. (V5 and V6 move off along the corridor.) 15. INT. HOPPER (LEELA lets go of TOOS as they both sigh in relief.) TOOS: I don't understand what's happening. Robots can't harm humans - it's the first principle. LEELA: The second principle is that humans can't harm robots. I know, I've tried, and they don't bleed. TOOS: I think we should warn the Doctor. (Activating her wrist communicator with a tone.) Doctor, can you hear me? Answer me, please. SV7: (Over communicator.) SV7 here. Is that you, Acting Commander Toos? TOOS: Yes. SV7, listen. Some of the Voc class robots are running berserk, out of control and dangerous. D'you understand? SV7: (Over communicator.) I understand. Counter measures are being taken. Report your position, please. TOOS: I'm - (LEELA silences TOOS with a hand over her mouth.) LEELA: Shh! (Whispers.) In your cabin. SV7: (Over communicator.) Please say again, Commander. I must know your present position. TOOS: I'm in my cabin, SV7. SV7: (Over communicator.) Please stay in your cabin, Commander. There is great danger if you leave it. (LEELA is thoughtful. She stands up to think.) TOOS: What was all that about? LEELA: There's something wrong, I could feel it. TOOS: I didn't notice anything, but ... except the - LEELA: There was something! TOOS: The robots are programmed to understand our voice patterns. LEELA: So? TOOS: My voice is in the command program. Why did SV7 ask if it was me? LEELA: Because that wasn't SV7. 16. INT. CONTROL DECK (UVANOV and the DOCTOR enter the deck and see ROBOTS immobilised as they stood on the staircase. UVANOV taps a VOC on the arm while the DOCTOR checks a control panel on the wall.) UVANOV: Oh, good. Somebody's had the sense to ht the robot deactivation switch. Probably Dask. As Chief Fixer he is second line authority on it. DOCTOR: Of course. There had to be one, I should have thought of it before. UVANOV: You didn't know? I thought that's why we came here! LEELA: (Off screen.) Doctor!! (LEELA and TOOS run onto the control deck.) TOOS: Doctor, you were right. The robots are out of control. UVANOV: Not any more. We're quite safe now. (UVANOV hugs TOOS.) DOCTOR: Safe! Safe! UVANOV: Well ... we'll have to send up a satellite distress beacon to get back to base, but there's no trouble. DOCTOR: Uvanov, you remind me very strongly of a lady called Marie Antoinette. There's a robot revolution going on out there and you say we've got no problems. UVANOV: But Doctor, every single robot has been switched off. There's not one of them working. DOCTOR: Uvanov! (Whispers.) Look over there. (UVANOV looks behind him. Enter D84, carrying a semi-conscious POUL and placing him on a bench.) UVANOV: I don't understand! DOCTOR: Shut the door, Toos. I may not have time to explain. (TOOS shuts the door.) DOCTOR: There's a new generation of kller robots about, Uvanov. The Kllers are controlled by Taren Capel. And D84 is controlled by Poul. These two are undercover agents for the company. D84: Poul is damaged. I do not understand what has happened to him. This may be because I am not human. DOCTOR: Yes, that's very likely. TOOS: How did you find out about Poul? DOCTOR: Well his body language was all wrong. LEELA: What's body language? DOCTOR: Well, it's the theory that a person expresses himself in the way he moves. LEELA: I said he was a hunter! DOCTOR: Yes, you did. D'you know what's wrong with Poul? Uvanov? UVANOV: Yes. Robophobia. DOCTOR: That's right. The Loid call it Grimwade's Syndrome. UVANOV: I have seen it, Doctor. Once before. On my very first command. Young kid just ran outside the mine. I tried to save him, but I couldn't. I'll never ever forget the look on his face. TOOS: (To LEELA.) Zilda's brother. UVANOV: His father of course had it all hushed up. He was afraid his son would be thought a coward. But robophobia is a mental thing, right? DOCTOR: Oh yes, yes, it is, until one gets its hands around your neck. I don't s'pose there are any wapon aboard this mine? TOOS: They aren't necessary. DOCTOR: They are now. (A tone signals activation of the command speaker.) SV7: (On command speaker.) This is SV7. We know you are all on the control deck. You have five minutes to surrender. If you do not come out, you will be destroyed. UVANOV: (Into wrist communicator.) And if we give ourselves up, we'll be destroyed anyway. Is that what you're saying, 7? SV7: Humans feel pain. Our controller orders that you will die slowly if you do not surrender. You have, I repeat, five minutes. DOCTOR: Five minutes. And the anti-blast doors will hold another te - (Realises.) Anti-blast. Do you carry blasting powder aboard this mine? TOOS: Half a dozen Z-9 electron packs, that's all. DOCTOR: What, in here? TOOS: Up there in the locker. DOCTOR: They might work, Uvanov. If you could pass a positive charge through the metal plate, you'd be able to magnetise them and have anti-robot bmb. UVANOV: Yes. Provided, of course, you can get close enough. DOCTOR: Well, that's you're problem. I can't be everywhere at once. Toos, open this door for me. TOOS: Where are you going, Doctor? DOCTOR: The robot mortuary. Toos, lock this door after us and don't let anyone in, is that clear? TOOS: Clear. DOCTOR: D84 and Leela. (LEELA and D84 leave off tending to POUL and turn to follow the DOCTOR.) DOCTOR: Remember, Toos. If we don't come back, you'll have to find some other way of warning the outside world. (TOOS unlocks the door. The DOCTOR, LEELA and D84 exit. TOOS locks the door. UVANOV descends the stairs from the raised platform, carrying Z-9 electron packs to the forward instrument panel.) UVANOV: Come on, Toos. Let's get to work. (TOOS joins him.) 17. INT. corridor (Many pairs of ROBOT feet walk past the stairway, watched by the DOCTOR, LEELA and D84 from behind the stair rail.) DOCTOR: Ten robots. LEELA: That's what I counted. DOCTOR: Strange. I would have expected Taren Capel to be in at the kll. Come on. We've got to hurry. (They move off.) 18. INT. control deck (As UVANOV and TOOS make anti-robot bmb, POUL rouses. DASK's voice is heard shouting from behind the door, accompanied by thumps.) DASK: (Through door.) Help! Let me in. (There is a rapid series of loud thumping knocks on the door. UVANOV crosses to the door.) UVANOV: Who is that? DASK: (Through door.) It's me, Dask. Let me in, they're after me. (More thumps. UVANOV dithers and turns to the electronic door panel.) DASK: (Through door.) Help me! They're after me! (TOOS runs towards UVANOV.) TOOS: No, the Doctor said no one at all! (The thumps continue.) UVANOV: We can't leave him out there with those things. You don't know what they're like. TOOS: They may be using him to get us to open the door. DASK: (Through door.) Help me! TOOS: They may be waiting outside. 19. INT. corridor outside control deck (DASK - otherwise known as TAREN CAPEL - his face fully made up like a robot's in green and silver, and wearing a robot tunic, screams maniacally.) TAREN CAPEL: Let me in!!! (There is no response. He turns to the three VOCS at his sides.) TAREN CAPEL: All right, my brothers. The doors - force them open! (He leaves the area, followed by SV7.) 20. INT. STORAGE BANK (A storage bay rotates to reveal the severely damaged VOC with a blood-covered hand as the DOCTOR, LEELA and D84 look on.) DOCTOR: D84? D'you know the storage bay where Chub kept his equipment? D84: Yes. DOCTOR: There's some canisters of gas there. Fetch me one, please, as quickly as you can. D84: That will be a pleasure. (The DOCTOR examines the severed neck cables of the damaged VOC. LEELA bends to examine the bloody hand, not shy about touching it.) LEELA: His hand, Doctor. That's blood. DOCTOR: Yeah. Borg's at a guess. He was strong enough to put up a struggle. LEELA: Well if Poul saw that - DOCTOR: Yes. That's what probably triggered his collapse. (The DOCTOR manages to remove the VOC's head.) LEELA: Doctor, what is robophobia? DOCTOR: It's an unreasoning dread of robots. (The DOCTOR takes the head to a clear space on the floor to tinker with it, removing the tape from around it and dismantling it into its main components.) DOCTOR: You see, most living creatures use non-verbal signals. Body movement, eye contact, facial expression - that sort of thing. LEELA: Body language. DOCTOR: Exactly. While these robots are humanoid, presumably for aesthetic reasons, they give no signals. It's rather like being surrounded by walking, talking dad men. LEELA: That's what Poul said. DOCTOR: Yes. Undermines a certain type of personality, causes identity crisis, paranoia, sometimes even personality disintegration. Robophobia. At least that's Grimwade's theory. Hold this. (He gives a robot component to LEELA.) LEELA: What are you doing? DOCTOR: I'm going to try and patch this communicator into Dask's private command circuit. LEELA: Dask! DOCTOR: Yes. Taren Capel. If I can discover where he modified this - (Snaps.) Do you have to talk so much? LEELA: Sorry. 21. INT. coNTROL DECK (UVANOV calmly adjusts one of the electron packs, making a bmb, as TOOS runs to him from the door, agitated. The robots continue to bash against the door.) TOOS: - the Doctor succeeds. I don't see how we can warn anyone if he doesn't. UVANOV: He doesn't really expect us to. TOOS: Then why did he say what he did? UVANOV: We are just decoys to help them. (The robots' bashing noises cease.) UVANOV: What next I wonder? 22. INT. STORAGE BANK (The DOCTOR has slots a modified communicator into the damaged voc's head. An electronic sound indicates that his gadget works.) DOCTOR: There. That should do it. LEELA: So Dask turned off all the friendly mechanical men? DOCTOR: Yes. Planning to modify them and reactivate them later. Today the mine, tomorrow the world. Right now he must be a happy little maniac. (D84 enters, carrying a slim gas canister.) D84: Is that what you wanted? DOCTOR: Yes. Well done, D84. Now you're going to have to stay here. D84: I cannot do that. DOCTOR: D84, this is the final deactivator. If I have to use this and you're around it'll destroy your brain. D84: I am not important. DOCTOR: What? I think you're very important. D84: My duty is to the company. DOCTOR: All right. But you be very careful. D84: I will. DOCTOR: Good. Come on. (All leave the storage bank.) 23. INT. CONTROL DECK (TOOS places her ear against the door quietly, hearing strange high pitched metallic clang sounds on the other side. UVANOV approaches.) UVANOV: Any ideas? TOOS: No. (POUL rouses from his recliner seat and walks towards the translucent back entrance to the control deck, fearfully talking to unseen robots.) POUL: No! Please! They brought me here! I didn't want to come. TOOS: Look! (TOOS and UVANOV embrace in fear and horror as they see the silhouette of V5 bangs against the translucent door. POUL falls to his knees in front of it.) 24. INT. CORRIDOR (TAREN CAPEL marches purposefully through a corridor, followed by SV7 and V6. He halts when SV7 speaks.) SV7: Controller Capel. V5 reports three humans on the control deck. Commander Uvanov, Mover Poul, and Pilot Toos. TAREN CAPEL: The Doctor. The Doctor and the girl Leela - where are they? SV7: (Listens to internal communication.) Their position is unknown. TAREN CAPEL: They must be found and klled. That Doctor is a thrat to our plan, my brothers. (He speaks into his wrist communicator.) V5. Enter the control deck and destroy the humans immediately. (To SV7 and V6.) Come with me. 25. INT. CONTROL DECK (V5 continues to thump the translucent door. Poul presses himself against the silhouette, pleading.) V5: You have to die. All of you. POUL: No! Please! Please, I'm sorry. (UVANOV takes POUL under the shoulders and drags him away from the door, lying him on the floor.) TOOS: Look out! V5: You have to die. All of you. (TOOS gives UVANOV one of the Z-9 electron packs they have modified.) UVANOV: You look after him. V5: That is the order. You have to die, all of you. (UVANOV places the explsive on the translucent door, over V5's chest panel. He runs back to TOOS and POUL, sheltering against the floor.) UVANOV: Get down, Toos! V5: That is the order. (The Z-9 electron pack explodes in a shower of sparks. The door is brned through, but V5 is irrevocably damaged. It enters the control deck through the door and falls to the ground, chest smoking.) V5: (Voice warping with damage as it falls.) You have to die. All of you. That is the order. (TOOS and UVANOV get off the floor, leaving POUL unconscious on the floor. They grab the remaining electron packs.) UVANOV: You know what I think Toos? I think it's high time we went on the offensive. TOOS: We may not be so lucky a second time. (They duck through the brned door into the corridor beyond.) UVANOV: The Doctor is going to need some help. 26. INT. CORRIDOR (TAREN CAPEL, SV7 and V6 continue their march through corridors. A communicator alert sounds and they halt.) SV7: V5 is no longer registering, Controller. TAREN CAPEL: What? SV7: There is no operational signal. Five has been deactivated. TAREN CAPEL: How could mere humans destroy a robot? They are unarmed, weak creatures of flesh and blood. SV7: What are your orders, Controller? TAREN CAPEL: Destroy them, Seven! kll all the humans! V6, come with me. I will release more of our brothers from bondage. We will be irresistible. (They move off.) 27. INT. MODIFICATION ROOM (Enter the DOCTOR, LEELA and D84, carrying the gas canister.) DOCTOR: Come on. (The DOCTOR locks the door behind them and gives D84 the final deactivator device he made.) DOCTOR: Hold this, D84. And don't press anything. (The DOCTOR takes the front panel from a hollow space in the wall.) D84: What is your intention? DOCTOR: To make life a little difficult for our crazy friend. He's bound to come back here to convert more robots, and when he does - (To Leela.) Do you think you could fit in there, Leela? LEELA: Why? DOCTOR: Come on, try it for size. LEELA: What's it for? (LEELA gets into the hollow space and sits down.) DOCTOR: Nevermind. Comfortable? LEELA: No. DOCTOR: Good. (The DOCTOR places the gas canister beside her.) DOCTOR: Now this is a cylinder of gas. When Dask comes in, I want you to turn the valve, so. (Shows her.) LEELA: (Tries it.) So? DOCTOR: No. When Dask comes in. LEELA: What will it do? DOCTOR: Hm? (The DOCTOR replaces the wall panel, with LEELA still inside.) LEELA: I said what will it do? DOCTOR: Change his voice. When a mixture of air and helium is breathed, it alters the resonance in the larynx. Didn't they teach you that in the jungle? LEELA: So the robots won't recognise Dask's voice - they won't obey him. DOCTOR: That's it. Come on, D84. LEELA: Where are you going? DOCTOR: Sh-sh. Robot hunting. (D84 opens the door. TAREN CAPEL and V6 are on the other side. TAREN CAPEL sab D84 in the head with a Laserson Probe. D84 grips the Probe as if in pain, and drops the final deactivator device. He falls to the ground. The DOCTOR steps towards D84, concerned.) DOCTOR: D84! (V6 punches the DOCTOR in the stomach and he doubles over. V6 presses the DOCTOR against a wall as if to strangle him.) TAREN CAPEL: Do not kll him, not yet. Bring him to the bench. (In the wall hollow, LEELA turns the valve of the gas canister.) 28. INT. CORRIDOR JUNCTION (SV7 descends stairs, looking behind him but seeing nothing and going on his way. UVANOV and TOOS emerge from behind a decorative stained glass screen, carrying their explsives.) TOOS: Lucky he had no eye for art. UVANOV: Or much imagination. Come on. TOOS: Where are we going? UVANOV: We're gonna follow it. We might get a chance to use one of these. (They proceed cautiously down the corridor.) 29. INT. MODIFICATION ROOM (The DOCTOR lies, half conscious, strapped to the workbench. Two metal plates rise from within the bench to clamp his head into place. He opens his eyes at their touch.) DOCTOR: Hello, Dask. Nee Taren Capel. TAREN CAPEL: I am glad you have recovered, Doctor. DOCTOR: Oh? Why? TAREN CAPEL: You came close to ruining my plans. It's fitting I should make you suffer for that. (LEELA continues to release the helium, and listens for change in the voices. TAREN CAPEL clips a Laserson Probe into the clamp he used for modifying the robots.) DOCTOR: I see. You're one of those boring maniacs who's going to gloat, hm? Are you going to tell me your plan for running the universe? TAREN CAPEL: (His voice already starting to change.) Oh no, Doctor. I'm going to burn out your brain. Very, very slowly. (On the floor, D84 crawls, inch by inch, towards the final deactivator device.) DOCTOR: Dask! Dask! You look ridiculous in that outfit. Not half the robot your father was. TAREN CAPEL: You insolent animal! (The Laserson Probe moves towards the DOCTOR's head. He screws up his face in pain as the Probe starts to work. Lights flash different colours and a squeaky noise shows the Probe is working. The lights and noise subside and the DOCTOR's head rolls back to the bench, panting.) DOCTOR: Losing your calm, Dask? Hm? That's not the robot way. It was your verbal and physical precision that let me spot you. Robot upbringing? TAREN CAPEL: Yes, Doctor. I was brought up a superior being. Brought up to realise my brothers should live as free beings and not as slaves to human dross. DOCTOR: Robots would have no existence without humans. Don't you see that, Dask? TAREN CAPEL: No. I shall free them. I shall program them with the ambition to rule the world. And then - (D84 reaches the final deactivator and grasps it.) D84: Goodbye, my friend. (The heads of both D84 and V6 explode in a shower of sparks and a plume of smoke. TAREN CAPEL grabs the Laserson Probe from the clamp and raises his arm to sab the DOCTOR with it. The DOCTOR grabs his arm and keeps the Probe at bay with all his strength. SV7 enters the room.) SV7: kll the humans. TAREN CAPEL: No, SV7! (TAREN CAPEL is startled, and is hurled against the wall panel as the DOCTOR grabs the Probe from him. SV7 moves towards TAREN CAPEL, seeing him through glowing red eyes and putting his hands to TAREN CAPEL's neck.) SV7: kll the humans. TAREN CAPEL: (Squeaky voiced.) Not me, you fool. Him. I am your master. Taren Capel. Your controller - SV7: kll the humans. (SV7 strangles TAREN CAPEL and casts his body, dad, onto the floor. TOOS and UVANOV enter the room, and SV7 turns towards them.) SV7: kll the humans. (UVANOV tries to plant an explsive on SV7's chest, but SV7 catches his hand and overpowers him. UVANOV falls to the floor with a shout.) SV7: kll the humans. (SV7 begins to strangle TOOS.) SV7: kll the humans. (TOOS gasps in pain, trying to cry out, and is driven to her knees. The DOCTOR uses the Laserson Probe to break the strap that is holding him, and sab SV7 in the back of the head with the Probe, making SV7's voice control malfunction.) SV7: kll the humans. kll - kll the. DOCTOR: You'll be all right, Toos. (The DOCTOR turns to check UVANOV. SV7 turns and grabs the DOCTOR's neck, strangling him from behind.) SV7: kll the. kll the. kll the. (SV7 abandons the DOCTOR and grasps the Probe in his head, trying to save himself. He cannot remove it, and ultimately falls down, deactivated. SV7: kll the. kll the. kll the. kll the. kll ... kll. (The DOCTOR surveys the damage.) DOCTOR: Well, all good things come to an end. LEELA: (With full helium squeak.) Will somebody let me out? DOCTOR: Ah! A mouse in the wainscoting. (The DOCTOR removes the wall panel. LEELA touches her throat in surprise.) DOCTOR: Well squeaked, mouse. 30. INT. CORRIDOR NEAR SCOOP DECK (The DOCTOR and LEELA walk back to the TARDIS.) LEELA: Shouldn't we stay and see that Uvanov and Toos are all right? DOCTOR: Ah, no, there's a rescue ship on the way and it's time we were on ours. LEELA: Doctor, why didn't the helium make your voice go squeaky? DOCTOR: Because I'm a Time Lord. I've been around you know. Two hearts, respiratory bypass system, I haven't lived 750 years without learning something. After you. (He gestures inside the TARDIS, and LEELA enters it.) DOCTOR: Mouse. (The DOCTOR follows LEELA inside and the TARDIS dematerialises.)	{"type": "series", "show": "Doctor Who", "episode": "14x20 - The Robots of Death - part 4"}	foreverdreaming
THE TALONS OF WENG-CHIANG BY: ROBERT HOLMES Part One Original Air Date: 26 February 1977 Running time: 24:44 JAGO: Mister Chang. Wonderful, wonderful. Words fail me, sir. Words quite fail me. CHANG: You are most generous. JAGO: Have I ever, in my thirty years in the halls, seen such a dazzling display of lustrous legerdemain? So many feats of superlative, supernatural skill? The answer must be never, sir. Never. SIN: Honourable master is kind to bestow praise on humble Chang's miserable, unworthy head. JAGO: Dashed clever, the way you work the little fellow. Wires in the sleeves, I dare say. But I'll not pry, Mister Chang. The secrets of the artistes are sacrosanct. BULLER (OOV.): Hey, you! JAGO: What the deuce? BULLER: Where's my Emma? What have you done with her? JAGO: You've got no right to burst in here. BULLER: Out of my way! It's him I want. CHANG: Your Emma? BULLER: She come in here last night and nobody ain't seen her since. JAGO: I'll have the fellow ejected. BULLER: Now I'm asking you, mister, what's happened to her? JAGO: Call the stage hands, Freddy. CHANG: It's all right, Mister Jago. Please, come with me. JAGO: Courteous coves, these Chinese. I'd have propelled him onto the pavement with a punt up the posterior. CHANG: Your wife? BULLER: Emma Buller. And don't deny she was here, cos I saw her with my own eyes. CHANG: Many ladies come to theatre. Why should you think BULLER: Not round the side door, they don't. Now, look. I was passing in my cab and I saw her plain, and I know it was you she was calling on. She's been acting qeer ever since you put the 'fluence on her last week, so don't try coming the innocent, Mister. I want to know where she is or I'm calling the law. Clear? CHANG: Your wife came on stage? BULLER: Last week. Levitated her, you did. She's not been the same since. It's done something to her reason, I shouldn't wonder. And she was here last night. CHANG: Not to see me. BULLER: Don't come the cod. She's disappeared. Nobody's seen her, not since she come here last night, so what about it, eh? CHANG: In my country we have saying. Man who goes too quickly may step in bear trap. BULLER: Right, I'm getting the Peelers. LEELA: These clothes are ridiculous. Why must I wear them? DOCTOR (OOV.): Because you can't go walking around Victorian London in skins. You'll frighten the horses. DOCTOR: Anyway, we don't want to be conspicuous, do we? LEELA: A swamp creature. That was it's attck cry. DOCTOR: Oh no, it was a ship on the river. Excellent. It means we can't be far away. LEELA: From where? DOCTOR: From where we're going. LEELA: Doctor, you make me wear strange clothes, you tell me nothing. You are trying to annoy me. DOCTOR: I'm trying to teach you, Leela. Surely you'd like to see how your ancestors enjoyed themselves? Splendid. That's why I'm taking you to the theatre. Li H'sen Chang. Hmm, pity. I'd rather hoped we'd catch Little Tich. Never mind. If we hurry we'll just catch the second house. JAGO: You'd better get your tail pinned on. Linens up in five minutes. Casey, have you got the oopizootics coming on? CASEY: Mister Jago, I've seen it. I've seen it again! JAGO: Be quiet. I told you before. CASEY: Horrible, horrible it was, Mister Jago. A great skull coming at me out of the dark. JAGO: Damme, you don't want to bankrupt me, Casey. Keep your voice down. Threadbare in Carey Street I'll be if people get the notion there's anything wrong with this theatre. CASEY: Chains clanking, nine foot tall. JAGO: You've been drinking. CASEY: Not a drop, sir. JAGO: Well, it's time you started. JAGO: Now pull yourself together, man. CASEY: I ain't never going down that cellar again. There I was, fixing the trap, when this apparition rose out of the ground in front of me. Hideous, it was. Hideous. JAGO: That's enough. JAGO: It's your imagination. CASEY: Never. JAGO: A cat or something must be trapped down there making noises. Tell you what I'll do, Casey. I'll come down with you this evening, as soon as the house is clear, and we'll have a good look round. Now how's that? CASEY: It was no cat, Mister Jago. I seen it! JAGO: Please, Casey, remember, mum's the word. LEELA: This is a big village. DOCTOR: Yes. LEELA: What's the name of the tribe here? DOCTOR: Cockneys. LEELA: The sound of death! DOCTOR: You stay here. DOCTOR: Excuse me, can I help you? QUICK (OOV.): Hold you there. QUICK: Now then, what's all this? LEELA: Touch me and I'll break your arm. QUICK: Now don't be foolish, miss. DOCTOR: Good evening. LEELA: Keep back, Doctor. Blue guards! DOCTOR: Good evening, Constable. QUICK: Good evening, sir. You know this young female, sir? DOCTOR: Oh yes, yes. We were attcked by this little man and four other little men. QUICK: When I got here, sir, he was being strangled with his own pigtail, sir. DOCTOR: Really? Girlish enthusiasm, officer? QUICK: You might call it that, sir. I call it making an affray. I must ask you to come down the station with me. CHANG: Please to see, ladies and gentlemen, subject now in state of deep hypnosis. AUDIENCE: Oh! SIN: She asleep. CHANG: She not asleep, Mister Sin. SIN: She been slugging type of toddy. CHANG: I will prove young lady not asleep. SIN: She's lying on metal bar. CHANG: Not lying on metal bar. SIN: I've seen it done before. CHANG: I will prove young lady not lying on metal bar. SIN: She's held up by wires. CHANG: Enough. SIN: You can't fool me. CHANG: Silence! SIN: Don't touch me! Help! Police! mrder! CHANG: You see? No wires, Mister Sin. I will now demonstrate art of levitation raising most beautiful lady high above own topknot. KYLE: Name, sir? DOCTOR: Doctor. Leela. KYLE: Place of residence, sir? LEELA: We've only just arrived here. DOCTOR: We're on our way to the theatre, do you see. KYLE: Your home address will do for the moment, sir. You do have a permanent address, sir? DOCTOR: No, Sergeant. We're travellers. KYLE: I see. Persons of no fixed abode. DOCTOR: No, no, no, no. We do have an abode. It's called a TARDIS. KYLE: A TARDIS. DOCTOR: But it's not fixed. KYLE: I can give you and the young lady a fixed abode, sir. Quite easily. DOCTOR: Flat footed imbecile. KYLE: What was that, sir? DOCTOR: It was nothing complementary. Get on with it, Sergeant. KYLE: Now look, sir. We've got our hands full here, all these girls going missing in the manor, so if you'd just oblige us by answering any questions we'll get on a lot better. And a lot quicker. DOCTOR: Sergeant, all this is irrelevant. I've come here to lay evidence. KYLE: We'll come to that in good time. DOCTOR: We'll come to that now, Sergeant. We've just prevented a kidnapping, a robbery or even a mrder. My friend here caught one of the attackers. Let's come to it now, shall we? KYLE: We've only your word as to what he did, Doctor. DOCTOR: Tell him. Tell him. LEELA: The man they were carrying was dad. He had been sab through the heart! KYLE: Really, Miss. And how can you be sure of that? LEELA: I am a warrior of the Sevateem. I know the different sounds of death. Now put our prisoner to the trture! KYLE: Well, if that don't take the biscuit. trture, eh? This isn't the Dark Ages, you know. LEELA: Make him talk. KYLE: He's a Chinese, if you hadn't noticed. We get a lot of those in here, Limehouse being so close. Him jaw-jaw plenty by and by, eh, Johnny? I've sent for an interpreter. DOCTOR: That won't be necessary. I speak Mandarin, Cantonese, all the dialects. KYLE: Oh yes? DOCTOR: Yes. Ne how ma? Ni chi mao cora (and so on) KYLE: Yeah, very remarkable, I'm sure, Doctor, but since you're a party to the case, it isn't proper. KYLE: Now what? That come from the river. WOMAN: Look, there it is, guv. See? Look. QUICK: Hurry with that boat hook. WOMAN: It's a floater, all right. You've got it, guv. WOMAN: On my oath, you wouldn't want that served with onions. Never seen anything like it in all my puff. Oh, make an 'orse sick, that would. KYLE: Good of you to come so prompt, sir. CHANG: Not at all, Sergeant. I'm always happy to be of service to the police. What can I do for you this time? KYLE: A complaint against this man, sir. The lady and gentleman here swear they saw him, in concert with others not in custody, carrying what appeared to be a body, sir. CHANG: Indeed. KYLE: A European body as I understand them, sir. CHANG: What happened to the others? LEELA: They got away. I caught this one. CHANG: You caught him? Remarkable. DOCTOR: Don't I know you? CHANG: I think not. DOCTOR: Yes, I've seen you somewhere before. CHANG: I understand we all look the same. DOCTOR: Are you Chinese? Yes, that's it. We must have. No, I haven't been in China for four hundred years. CHANG: Are you taking this matter seriously, Sergeant? KYLE: We are, sir. Will you question the man, sir? CHANG: Very well. CHANG: Can I have paper and pencil, please, Sergeant? KYLE: Certainly, sir. DOCTOR: Got it! Li H'sen Chang. CHANG: What? DOCTOR: The Master of Magic and Mesmerism. Show us a trick. DOCTOR: Very good. Very good. KYLE: I think he's dad, sir. DOCTOR: How did you do it? CHANG: I did nothing. What are you suggesting. DOCTOR: Scorpion venom. KYLE: Scorpion venom? DOCTOR: Highly concentrated scorpion venom. It klled him almost instantly. DOCTOR: The Tong of the Black Scorpion. KYLE: Don't know that one, sir. DOCTOR: One of the most dangerous politico-criminal organisations in the world. Wouldn't you agree, Li H'sen Chang? CHANG: You seem remarkably well-informed, Doctor. Alas, I know nothing of these matters. Most regrettable incident. Goodnight, Sergeant. KYLE: Thank you, sir. CHANG: I'm sure we shall meet again. LEELA: Yes. CHANG: Perhaps under more pleasant circumstances. KYLE: Well, I don't know what to do about this lot. DOCTOR: Then I'll tell you what to do, Sergeant. Organise a post-mortem. I want an analysis of the organs. KYLE: You want what, sir? DOCTOR: Well naturally I'm going to help. If the Tong of the Black Scorpion's here in London, you're going to need all the help you can get. Now cut along and do as I say. Now! KYLE: Yes, sir. CHANG: Faster, man, faster. JAGO: Twinkle, twinkle, out in front. CASEY: Eh? JAGO: Gallery lights still burning. CASEY: I'll just go and see to them now, Mister Jago. JAGO: Everyone gone? CASEY: Aye, just locked up, sir. JAGO: I hope those girls go straight home to their digs. CASEY: Oh, that they will, sir, with all this in the papers. Nine are missing now, you know. JAGO: Nine. There was some fellow in here earlier blaming Chang of all people for some girl's disappearance. CASEY: Just vanished off the streets, they have. Mostly in this area, too. What do you think's happened to them, Mister Jago? JAGO: Nothing good, Casey, nothing good. That's a stone certainty. CASEY: Oh, it says in the paper how it could be jolly Jack at work again. JAGO: Jolly Jack? CASEY: The Ripper, Mister Jago. JAGO: The horrendous hyperbole of Grub Street, Casey. CASEY: Eh? JAGO: Newspaper gossip. They're probably just stony and scarpered. Cut along now. I'll wait for you here. JAGO: I was right. It was blood. Blood all over the hand and wrist. How did that get there? CASEY: Ready, Mister Jago. JAGO: Oh, Casey. Don't ever do that to me again. If the celestial Chang caught me trying to pinch his tricks. I had an idea that his dummy was a midget dressed up, but it's just an ordinary vent's doll. CASEY: Are we going to look down the cellar, Mister Jago? JAGO: Of course, Casey. Of course. When I promise to do something. Determination, character. After you. DOCTOR: They're what's known as a very dangerous bunch. Fanatical followers of an ancient Chinese god called Weng-Chiang. LEELA: The Tong of the Black Scorpion? DOCTOR: Yes. His followers believe that one day he'll come back and rule the world. LEELA: So what's he like, this Weng-Chiang? DOCTOR: Oh, very pleasant company. They say he blew poisonous fumes from his mouth and that he klled men with a white light that shone from his eyes. LEELA: Magic! DOCTOR: Superstitious rubbish. Here we are. QUICK (OOV.): They're in there now, sir. QUICK: Taken from the river not half an hour ago. Professor Litefoot's conducting his examination now, sir. DOCTOR: Yes, well, our case is much more urgent. QUICK: I wouldn't go in there if I was you, sir. DOCTOR: Don't you worry about it. Don't you worry. LITEFOOT: Thank you. LITEFOOT: Who the devil are you, sir. DOCTOR: I'm the Doctor, come to help you. LITEFOOT: When I need anyone's help in pathology, I'll ask for it. DOCTOR: The constable suggested a drowning case. LITEFOOT: Fished from the river, but he wasn't drowned. DOCTOR: By the look of those marks, an animal. LITEFOOT: Exactly what I think, but what kind of animal leaves mutilations like those? DOCTOR: Chisel-like incisors. A rodent? LITEFOOT: Yes, but that's impossible. Look at the size of them. DOCTOR: Hmm. Have you established the cause of death? LITEFOOT: Yes, that's another curious thing. All this happened after death. DOCTOR: Really? LITEFOOT: He was klled by a Knfe blow to the heart. DOCTOR: Are those his clothes? QUICK: Yes, sir. I'm just taking them for examination. DOCTOR: Hold that. LITEFOOT: He was carrying no personal documents, but this indicates he was a licensed cab driver.) LITEFOOT: Easy enough to identify the poor chap by his number. LEELA: Doctor, those are the clothes the man we saw was wearing. DOCTOR: What I'd like to know is, what do you think of these? LITEFOOT: Some sort of hair. DOCTOR: Yes. I think they're rat hairs. LITEFOOT: Rat hairs? Do you know what you're saying, man? DOCTOR: Yes, of course I know what I'm saying. LITEFOOT: But they're nearly three inches long. Hairs on a rat can't be more than what, quarter of an inch? DOCTOR: Interesting, isn't it, because I've just remembered something else about Weng-Chiang. LEELA: What? DOCTOR: He was the god of abundance. Yes, he made things grow. Can I borrow that? DOCTOR: Thank you. LEELA: Where are we going? DOCTOR: Stay there, Leela. DOCTOR: Were you trying to attract my attention? DOCTOR: What's this? LEELA: A Janis thorn. DOCTOR: Yes. I thought I told you not to carry LEELA: He was trying to k*ll you. DOCTOR: Oh. Oh, well, in that case you'd better come along. LEELA: What is it? DOCTOR: The entrance to the sewers. LEELA: Blood. Is this where they took the body? DOCTOR: Yes. LEELA: Where's it go? DOCTOR: Into the Thames eventually. All the sewers are connected. LEELA: What are those creatures? DOCTOR: Rats. LEELA: They don't look very dangerous. DOCTOR: No, they're not. They're very cunning though. They're probably more afraid of us.	{"type": "series", "show": "Doctor Who", "episode": "14x21 - The Talons of Weng-Chiang - part 1"}	foreverdreaming
THE TALONS OF WENG-CHIANG BY: ROBERT HOLMES Part Two Original Air Date: 5 March 1977 Running time: 24:26 DOCTOR: Out! Out! LEELA: We might have been klled! DOCTOR: It's ten feet from whiskers to tail. LEELA: We should have taken wapon. DOCTOR: What kind of wapon? You'd need a harpoon to stop that brute. LEELA: Shall we tell the blue guards? DOCTOR: They'd only call a Sanitary Inspector. It's a guard. It's there to keep people away. LEELA: What? Now where are we going? CASEY: Ah, it's black as Newgate's knocker down here. It's over this way, Mister Jago. JAGO: Flickering shadows, Casey. Trick of the light. CASEY: Shadows don't groan, Mister Jago. Shadows don't clank chains and moan like all the demented souls in hell. JAGO: There's your ghost. gn Sadie and her Wild West troupe left that behind. All lumber sheet and ninepence, that's what you saw. CASEY: It weren't that old thing. Anyway, I heard it. JAGO: Ah, Casey, you're a pixilated leprechaun. The course of the river Fleet runs right under the foundations of this old theatre. JAGO: What you heard was a clang and the rush of water as they closed the sluice gates down on the Thames. CASEY: Ah, it's easy for you to cast aspersions, Mister Jago. You weren't down here. JAGO: Somebody else has been down here by the look of things. Have you got an admirer, Casey? CASEY: A glove, is it? JAGO: Yes, a lady's glove, monogrammed EB. Perhaps the ghost dropped it, eh? Come on, we've had enough of your spook. DOCTOR: No plan of the sewers? KYLE: We don't keep plans of sewers here, sir, but as far as I know, they all connect to the Fleet and then down to the river. But if you've got any information, sir? DOCTOR: At the moment, Sergeant, we're looking for information ourselves. KYLE: Professor Litefoot left a message for you, sir. DOCTOR: Did he? KYLE: It says he'd like to see you at the mortuary straight away. DOCTOR: It does. KYLE: He's still there, sir. We found another body outside after you'd gone. DOCTOR: What? KYLE: Another Chinese, sir, just outside. DOCTOR: Very convenient. KYLE: Very mysterious, sir. You wouldn't know anything about it, I suppose? LEELA: Of course we do. I was rescuing the Doctor DOCTOR: Come on, Leela! JAGO: Go on home with you, Casey. Straight home. You might get mistaken for one of those girls. CASEY: Aren't you coming, Mister Jago? JAGO: Not yet. Some paperwork commands my presence yet awhile, but I shall doubtless descry those lugubrious liniments at the crepuscular hour. CASEY: Eh? JAGO: See you in the morning. CASEY: You're a card, Mister Jago. A card and a half. JAGO: Jiminy, you made me jump. I thought you'd gone, Mister Chang. CHANG: No, Mister Jago, I have come back to see you. JAGO: See me, Mister Chang? Nothing wrong, I hope? CHANG: Be so kind as to step up to my dressing room, and I will explain. JAGO: If it's the terms of our contract, we've been attracting such good houses lately I've already considered drawing up a fresh agreement. The terms I have in mind as such I venture no other management in London would offer an artiste. What would you say to an extra two percent, Mister Chang? Of the gross, naturally. I think you'll agree that's fair. CHANG: Now hear me, Jago. You remember the cab driver, Buller, who came to see me tonight? JAGO: Cab driver. Yes. CHANG: I want you to forget him, understand? You did not see him. JAGO: I did not see him. CHANG: Good. Now you will go from here to your office. When you sit down at your desk, you will remember only that you have just said goodnight to Casey. Is that clear? JAGO: I have just said goodnight to Casey. CHANG: Excellent. Now, go. WENG: You are late. CHANG: We should not go tonight, Lord. WENG: I must, every night until the time cabinet is found.) CHANG: You are ill. WENG: I am dying, Chang. You must bring another linnet to my cage. CHANG: But only yesterday WENG: The disease grows worse. Each distillation lasts less than the time before. CHANG: And with every girl reported missing, panic increases. I fear one of them will be traced here. WENG: You must be careful. CHANG: Careful as I am, Lord, there is always risk of discovery. Even tonight I acted quickly to keep our secret. A man was on his way to police. WENG: Bah. Those dumb-witted oxen. Chang, I have given you mental powers undreamt of in this century. You are thousands of years ahead of your time. What can you fear from these primitives? CHANG: True, Lord, I read their minds with ease, but tonight there was a stranger, a man whose thoughts were hidden. A man different from all others. WENG: Describe him. CHANG: He is a doctor. Tall with wide pale eyes and hair that curls like the ram. He ask many questions. WENG: A time agent would not ask questions. A time agent would know. CHANG: But I fear danger, Lord, and have sent a man to kll him. WENG: Your opium-addicted scum are all bunglers, Chang. You should have seen to it yourself. CHANG: If he troubles us further, Lord, I will deal with him personally. WENG: Very well. We're wasting time. Come. LITEFOOT: I've taken some of the organs for further tests, but I must confess to being beaten. DOCTOR: Beaten? LITEFOOT: They were both poisoned, of course. One orally, the other intravenously. I understand you suggested scorpion venom? DOCTOR: Yes, in concentrated form. LITEFOOT: I'd like to hear more about that. You're in this line, I take it? DOCTOR: I've dabbled a bit. Dilettante. LITEFOOT: Surely more than that. I got a zoologist colleague to look at our last cadaver. It seems he thinks it's the work of a rat, too. What an amazing night it's been. LEELA: It is not over yet. LITEFOOT: It's been jolly interesting, wouldn't you say? Most of the corpses around here are jolly dull. Now I've got a couple of inscrutable Chinks and a poor perisher who was chewed by a giant rat, having been sab by a midget. DOCTOR: A midget? LITEFOOT: Angle of the wound. Oh, upon my soul. I'm sure we shouldn't be discussing such things in front of the fair sex. Forgive us, ma'am. LEELA: What for? LITEFOOT: For being so indelicate in the presence of a lady of refinement. LEELA: Does he mean me? DOCTOR: I don't think so. LEELA: It's very interesting. You say you can tell the height of the attacker by the way the blade was thrust? But when aiming for the heart, we were always taught to strike under the breastbone. LITEFOOT: Upon my soul! DOCTOR: Savage. Found floating down the Amazon in a hat box. LITEFOOT: A hat box? QUICK: Professor, still here? I've traced our cab driver. Name of Joseph Buller, 14 Fish Lane, this parish. LITEFOOT: Oh, splendid. You can let the coroner have all the details, then. Is there someone to identify the clothing? QUICK: His mother in law, Mrs Nellie Gusset. Same address. Deceased has lived there since his marriage six month ago. DOCTOR: Anything else? QUICK: Sir? DOCTOR: Well, you had a few drinks with Mrs Gusset. Did she tell you anything further about the deceased? QUICK: A bearer of sad tidings, sir. I shared a glass or two while the poor thing got over the shock. Yes, well, she did mention the deceased had been in a qeer state all day. DOCTOR: Why? QUICK: Well, it seems his wife, that's Emma Buller, daughter of the house, didn't come home last night. Deceased refused to take his cab out today as a consequence. Deceased then had several drinks and went round the Palace Theatre. LITEFOOT: The theatre? QUICK: Oh, not on pleasure bent, sir. It seems he believed that's where his wife was to be found. Mrs Gusset says he went off making horrible asseverations as to his intentions. LITEFOOT: Yes, well, er, put as much in that report as you think will concern the coroner, officer. It's quite clear the man got stupidly drunk and picked a fight with a dwarf. QUICK: Yes, sir. LITEFOOT: A night's work like that always does wonders for my appetite. I'd be honoured if you'd share some supper with me. DOCTOR: I'd be delighted, Professor. LITEFOOT: Of course, the police will have the Buller case cleared up in no time, but the Chinese, different kettle of fish, what? LEELA: Why are you making fre in your mouth? LITEFOOT: Why am I? Upon my sam. Hasn't the girl seen a pipe before? DOCTOR: There's no tobacco where Leela comes from. LITEFOOT: Sounds healthy, but exceedingly dull. Yes, as I was saying, they're a mysterious lot, the Chinese. Enigmatic. I never got anywhere near to understanding them, and I was brought up in China. DOCTOR: Really? What were you doing there? LITEFOOT: My father was Brigadier General in the punitive expedition of 1860. Afterwards he stayed in Peking as a palace attaché. Died there in the end, poor old buffer. Fireworks at the funeral. Odd custom. Odd sort of people. LITEFOOT: What's up? DOCTOR: They use fireworks to frighten off evil spirits. LITEFOOT: I know that. Where are you going? DOCTOR: You stay with Litefoot. I'll join you later. Drive on, cabbie. LITEFOOT: Where are you going? DOCTOR: Palace theatre. LITEFOOT: There'll be nobody there at this hour! LITEFOOT: Extraordinary. I say, how can he join us later? I haven't given him m'card. LEELA: Four Ranskill Gardens. He heard you tell the driver. LITEFOOT: Gad, he's as sharp as a trout. LEELA: Trout? JAGO: All right. Coming! JAGO: Yes? DOCTOR: Terrible weather for the time of the year. JAGO: The theatre's closed. DOCTOR: Shush. JAGO: What do you want? DOCTOR: Are you the manager? JAGO: I'm the owner, sir. Henry Gordon Jago at the end of a long day, so if you'd kindly state your business. DOCTOR: Henry Gordon Jago, how do you do, sir. I'm the Doctor. JAGO: Doctor? DOCTOR: Exactly. JAGO: Ah, now I've rumbled your game. I admire your brass, but it won't do. Call back on Saturday. DOCTOR: Don't move. Hold that. JAGO: Auditions commence at ten o'clock sharp. Supporting acts booked for one week only. JAGO: Is that all? DOCTOR: No. Dramatic recitations, singing, tap-dancing. I can play the Trumpet Voluntary in a bowl of live goldfish. JAGO: Don't bother coming back on Saturday. DOCTOR: I'm also a master hypnotist. Now then. DOCTOR: How long since you were under the influence, sir? JAGO: I'm a man of character and determination, sir. The Rock of Gibraltar would be more easily, more easily. DOCTOR: Just as I thought, and quite recently, too. What was your last order? JAGO: To remember nothing since I said goodnight to Casey. DOCTOR: Henry Gordon Jago, I command you to remember everything you were ordered to forget. When I count to three, you will remember everything. One, two, three. JAGO: More easily influenced than I would. I have a will of iron. What the Dickens am I talking about? DOCTOR: Did a cab driver come here tonight? JAGO: Yes, there was a fellow burst in and accosted Mister Chang between shows. DOCTOR: What did he want? JAGO: Something about his Emma. Lady friends, no doubt. DOCTOR: Emma Buller, his wife. She disappeared last night. Does Mister Chang by any chance do a vanishing lady act? JAGO: You're not by any chance suggesting that Mister Chang has anything to do with these missing DOCTOR: What is it? JAGO: Emma Buller. DOCTOR: EB. Where did you find this? JAGO: In the cellar. Are you from the police? DOCTOR: I'm helping them. I'd like to see this cellar, Mister Jago. WENG: You are certain these are different streets? CHANG: The driver has his orders. Every night we quarter a new sector. WENG: For how much longer? CHANG: Patience, Lord. We know the time cabinet is here. The cabinet of Weng-Chiang in the house of an infidel. We shall recover it. WENG: I grow weary, Chang. CHANG: Tomorrow I bring you two donors. Young, plump, high-spirited girls. The distillation of their life essences will recover your powers, Lord. JAGO: It was over here. Here, this is where it was, down here. DOCTOR: What were you doing down here? JAGO: I was reassuring Casey DOCTOR: Who? JAGO: My factotum. He's taken to seeing ghosts lately. He's a good fellow, Casey, but about as sharp as the corners of a round table. Great Jumping Jehosophat! What a spider! That must be the granddaddy of them all. DOCTOR: It's a money spider. JAGO: A money spider? DOCTOR: Yes. JAGO: Don't kll it. DOCTOR: Genetic disruption. Where does it come from? What's under here? JAGO: You mean right where we're standing? DOCTOR: Yes. JAGO: Well, they say the course of the River Fleet runs right DOCTOR: Fleet? JAGO: Yes, the River Fleet runs right under these foundations. DOCTOR: Excellent. We're getting somewhere. LITEFOOT: Ah, now, let's see what we have here. Mrs Hudson always leaves me a cold collation. LITEFOOT: Ham, roast beef, chicken, tongue. Those look like quail, unless I'm much mistaken. LEELA: Meat. LITEFOOT: Yes, well, perhaps we shouldn't wait for your friend the Doctor. Help yourself, my dear. Plates on the end of the table. I'll, er, I'll just put a log or two on the fre. LEELA: It's good. LITEFOOT: Oh, I'm so glad. LEELA: Is something wrong? LITEFOOT: No, no. Would you care for a Knfe or a fork? LEELA: It's a good Knfe. Aren't you going to eat? LITEFOOT: Yes, yes. LITEFOOT: Just going to eat. WENG: Stop! Stop! Somewhere here. Somewhere! One of these dwellings! WENG: This is the place, Chang. The time cabinet is in there. CHANG: Leave the rest to your servants, Lord. Go back to your abode. WENG: I must have the time (coughs) cabinet. CHANG: Lord, your weakness grows. Go, go back. Rest. I will bring the cabinet to you. WENG: Very well, but do not fail me now, Chang. DOCTOR: Well, if there is a secret entrance, it's expertly hidden. DOCTOR: How very interesting. DOCTOR: Do you know what this is? Oh, come on, Rock of Gibraltar. LITEFOOT: Napkin. LEELA: Thank you, Professor. LITEFOOT: The Doctor's taking a long time. I hope he did note the address. LITEFOOT: Great Scott! LEELA: What is it? LITEFOOT: There's somebody out there watching the house. LEELA: Where? LITEFOOT: Someone stepped back into the shrubbery as I looked out. LITEFOOT: Some scoundrel up to no good. Odd thing. I could swear he was a Chinese. Well, whoever he is, I'll give him more than he expected. No, you wait here. DOCTOR: How are you feeling? JAGO: The ghost! I saw it. Casey, forgive me. DOCTOR: No. JAGO: I saw it. DOCTOR: It was a hologram. JAGO: I always thought there was something unnatural about that cellar. DOCTOR: There's nothing unnatural about the holograph technique. Projection of light by a laser beam. JAGO: What? DOCTOR: Don't worry. It wasn't known in this century. DOCTOR: Drink this. Go on, you'll feel better. JAGO: What's that? DOCTOR: Shush. JAGO: Oh, oh Doctor. DOCTOR: Cheer up, Jago, cheer up. DOCTOR: He's gone back to his rats. Are you all right. JAGO: Yes, I think so. Who the devil was it? DOCTOR: I've no idea. He didn't introduce himself. JAGO: Shall I call in the local police? DOCTOR: Oh, Henry Gordon Jago. Then our reclusive phantom would simply vanish, poof! JAGO: Oh, good heavens, yes. DOCTOR: We can tackle it together, you and I. JAGO: What are you going to do? DOCTOR: Think. I'm going to have some supper. JAGO: Ah. LITEFOOT (OOV.): Nobody out there now. Fellow must have got wind of LEELA: Professor? Are you there? Professor!	{"type": "series", "show": "Doctor Who", "episode": "14x22 - The Talons of Weng-Chiang - part 2"}	foreverdreaming
THE TALONS OF WENG-CHIANG BY: ROBERT HOLMES Part Three Original Air Date: 12 March 1977 Running time: 21:56 LEELA: Doctor. DOCTOR: Shush. LEELA: Doctor. DOCTOR: Shush. LEELA: Doctor. CHANG: Sin! DOCTOR: Where's Litefoot? LEELA: He went out. He said he'd seen a Chinaman outside the window. DOCTOR: And you jumped through it. LEELA: Something like that. DOCTOR: Stay here. DOCTOR: Leela! Leela, no! Don't! Leela. DOCTOR: Ice! LITEFOOT: The sheer criminal effrontery. Things are coming to a pretty pass when ruffians will attck a man in his own home. DOCTOR: Well, they were Chinese ruffians. LITEFOOT: I wonder what they intended? DOCTOR: Robbery? LITEFOOT: Well, there are some pretty valuable things here. That K'ang-hsi vase, for instance. My family brought that back from Peking. Or that Chinese puzzle box. LITEFOOT: It doesn't open. Chap spent a week here once looking for a secret spring. DOCTOR: Fused molecules. LITEFOOT: No, no, no, no. Lacquered bronze. DOCTOR: It's extraordinary. It's from this planet. LITEFOOT: A parting gift from the Emperor. DOCTOR: Technology this advanced? Ah! Got it! Well, of course, that's the answer. LITEFOOT: What the Dickens are you raving about, Doctor? DOCTOR: Weng-Chiang. LITEFOOT: Weng-Chiang? DOCTOR: Weng-Chiang. I do hope that girl Leela isn't in danger. WENG (OOV.): You will explain yourself, Li H'sen. WENG: I will not tolerate failure! CHANG: There has been no failure, Lord. WENG: Then where is the time cabinet? CHANG: The house is marked. When night returns, my brothers in the band of death will strike. WENG: I put no trust in your dockyard riff-raff. CHANG: Lord, for your glory they would die willingly. WENG: Opium sodden scum. Strike! CHANG: Lord, I promise you will have the great cabinet of Weng-Chiang before another dawn. WENG: I had better. I grow weary of this hole in the ground. CHANG: You are safe here, Lord. WENG: Safe? It is a trap, and I was seen returning to it. CHANG: Tonight? WENG: Yes, and now he knows where I am, he will be back. CHANG: Who? WENG: By your description, the one you have already failed to kll. CHANG: The Doctor! I knew he was a danger. WENG: Listen, Li H'sen. WENG: The beasts of darkness. I have made them larger and more savage than lions! Yes, yes, the Doctor is a danger, and he was brought to my door by your blundering. You see what it means, Li H'sen? CHANG: He will die. WENG: The list of your failures is growing. I must be ready to move quickly. I need strength. CHANG: I will bring a girl, Lord. WENG: One will not be enough this time. I need two fresh young donors, and I need them at once. CHANG: It is not easy at this hour, Lord. WENG: No excuses! Get them! CHANG: Yes, Lord. LITEFOOT: Haven't you slept? DOCTOR: Sleep is for tortoises. LITEFOOT: Any news of Miss Leela? DOCTOR: Not yet. LITEFOOT: Perhaps we should inform the police? DOCTOR: No, there are already nine missing girls on their list. LITEFOOT: Oh yes, but surely missing under very different circumstances. DOCTOR: No. If my suspicions are correct, then I know what those poor girls were used for, and I can't imagine a more grisly fate. He's a blackguard. LITEFOOT: Who's a blackguard? DOCTOR: I don't know who's a blackguard. Some slavering gangrenous vampire comes out of a sewer and stalks this city at night, he's a blackguard. I've got to find his lair and I haven't got an hour to loose. Look. You see? I've been trying to trace the line of the sewers. That's the Thames, this is the line of the Fleet, and that is the Palace Theatre. LITEFOOT: I'm beginning to see what you're getting at. DOCTOR: Good. Good. LITEFOOT: Yes, well, er, if you've finished with the tablecloth, I think I'd better dispose of that before my housekeeper arrives. DOCTOR: Right. LITEFOOT: How'd you know the course of the Fleet? It's been covered for centuries. DOCTOR: I caught a salmon there once. Would have hung over the sides of this table. Shared it with the Venerable Bede. He adored fish. DOCTOR: Professor, you don't happen to have an elephant gn, do you? LITEFOOT: Elephants? Why on Earth do you want an elephant gn? DOCTOR: We're about to embark on a very dangerous mission. LITEFOOT: Well, I've a Chinese fowling piece if that's any good. Used for duck, mainly. DOCTOR: Made in Birmingham. Yes, that's the main requirement. Could you get me a small boat? LITEFOOT: I imagine so. May I ask the purpose of these preparations? DOCTOR: Yes. To find the confluence of the Thames and Fleet, Professor, then to follow the Fleet. LITEFOOT: And then? DOCTOR: Oh, and then we shall see. TERESA: Ta, ducks. TERESA: Oh! CHANG: Pleasant are the dreams of morning. TERESA: You gave me a turn, dearie. CHANG: Fresh as dew and bright with promise. TERESA: Yeah, well, that's how you might see it, Mister Ching-ching, but as far as I'm concerned all I want is a pair of smoked kippers, a cup of rosie and put me plates up for a few hours, savvy? CHANG: Budding lotus of the dawn, despicable Chang has other ideas. TERESA: Well, I can tell you what to do with your ideas. CHANG: You will come with me. CHANG: Await my return. LEELA: The spell of the shaman. CHANG: Come. I said come! CHANG: Come, you painted drabs. My master must feed. DOCTOR: There it is, fifty yards ahead. LITEFOOT: Sit down, Doctor. The man knows these waters. DOCTOR: I've always enjoyed messing about in boats. LITEFOOT: I think this entire enterprise is extremely rash and ill-considered. DOCTOR: My dear Litefoot, I've got a lantern and a pair of waders, and possibly the most fearsome piece of hand a*tillery in all England. What could possibly go wrong? LITEFOOT: Well, that for a start. It hasn't been fired for fifty years. If you try to use it, it'll probably explode in your face. DOCTOR: Explode? Unthinkable. It was made in Birmingham. Tie up over there, skipper. CHANG: You will hear the commands of my master, Weng-Chiang, and obey. WENG: Where did you get them? CHANG: Are they unsuitable, Lord? WENG: They're not the best, but they'll do. They're young. Their life essence is still strong. Oh, this one has muscles like a horse! CHANG: I took what I could find, Lord. WENG: I have given you knowledge. I have made you a leader among your fellows. All I have asked for in return is a few contemptible slatterns who will never be missed. CHANG: But they are missed, Lord. And because your need is so great, I've been forced to move unwisely. WENG: Unwisely? CHANG: I took this one from the rooms above. Nobody saw, but it will bring the police even nearer. WENG: It is of no consequence. Once I have the time cabinet, I can move from here. Now put this one in the distillation chamber. CHANG: Yes, Lord. WENG: Leave me to my work. (to Leela) I shall not keep you waiting long. LITEFOOT (OOV.): All right, Doctor? DOCTOR: All right, Professor. LITEFOOT (OOV.): I'll wait for you for two hours, then. DOCTOR: Yes, no more. If I'm still in here at high tide. LITEFOOT (OOV.): Yes? DOCTOR: Don't bother. LITEFOOT (OOV.): Oh. Well, good luck! WENG: When my beauties find her, she will wish she had died here! CASEY: Hey, you. What's your business here? WHORE: Business? Where the devil am I? CASEY: Oh, you wouldn't be knowing. WHORE: What happened to me last night? Can't remember a thing. CASEY: Look, if there's anything missing, I'll remember you sure enough. Now you come on, get on out of here. WHORE: Get your hands off of me! I'm a lady. JAGO: What's the trouble, Casey? CASEY: No trouble, Mister Jago. I'm just seeing this lady off the premises. WHORE: Oh, my lord. It was him! It was him! JAGO: Mister Chang? What are you talking about? WHORE: Quick, let me out of this place! Let me go! JAGO: Another case of the screaming oopizootics. I'll bear that in mind. CASEY: What? JAGO: It might have some relevance to the matter in hand. CASEY: What matter? JAGO: The investigation, Casey. These missing females. I've made the acquaintance of a very high-up gentleman, an amateur investigator who's been called in personally by the Yard. Scotland Yard. And I am assisting him. CASEY: No. JAGO: I am. He told me to watch, Casey, and I am watching, everywhere. WENG: You incompetent fool! She was a tigress! CHANG: She substituted herself for the woman I had found. The police must be closing in. WENG: My rats will dispose of her, but you, Li H'sen, have made too many mistakes. CHANG: That girl. She was with the doctor. It is not the police, it is he who sent her. WENG: Vacant excuses. You have failed me! You know that until I have the time cabinet, I can never be whole again, never escape from this hideous condition. Yet knowing this, you still failed me. CHANG: Lord, hear me. I would lay down my life in your service. WENG: You are dismissed, Li H'sen. I can no longer leave my fate in your blundering hands. CHANG: Great one, let me find this doctor. Let me strike him down for the harm he has done you. WENG: Do not beg. You have proved unworthy. Go! CHANG: I await your commands, Lord. WENG: Go!	{"type": "series", "show": "Doctor Who", "episode": "14x23 - The Talons of Weng-Chiang - part 3"}	foreverdreaming
THE TALONS OF WENG-CHIANG BY: ROBERT HOLMES Part Four Original Air Date: 19 March 1977 Running time: 24:30 DOCTOR: Leela? Leela, are you all right? LEELA: Oh, thank you, Doctor. Yes, I'm all right, just bruised. DOCTOR: You were lucky. LEELA: I deserve death. I had the chance to kll our enemy, Doctor, and I failed. DOCTOR: Which enemy? LEELA: The yellow one calls him lord. He lives in a cave beneath the theatre. Come, I will show you. DOCTOR: This gn takes about half an hour to load. Let's go this way. JAGO: Casey, I'm about to repair for half a foot of port. Mrs Samuelson in yet? CASEY: I've not seen her, Mister Jago. JAGO: Well, you tell her I want the girl's frillies smartening up. They looked like a fit-up company last night. One of them had a Jacob's ladder as long as my arm. Look at that. You tell her. CASEY: Yes, Mister Jago. JAGO: Oh, Mister Chang. Back again already? I shall have to start charging you rent, what? CHANG: There are many things to prepare before the performance. JAGO: Of course, Mister Chang. Yes. The art that conceals, eh? Tell me, last night. CHANG: Last night? JAGO: I'm working too hard. Too much in the old brain box, that's a fact, but, er. We talked about a new contract but I've quite forgotten how we left matters. CHANG: I'm considering your new offer. JAGO: Ah, I see. Splendid. Generous offer? CHANG: Merely reasonable. Tonight, incidentally, I shall be appearing without Mister Sin. JAGO: Oh, why is that? Just making a change? CHANG: Mister Sin is indisposed. JAGO: Ha, ha, very droll. I shall treasure that exceedingly humorous jest, Mister Chang. Oh, Mister Chang? I suppose the little fellow's got a touch of woodworm, what? DOCTOR: Say that again? LEELA: Hmm? DOCTOR: Say that again. LEELA: She was dad. Her skin was dry like old leaves. It was something the machine did to her. DOCTOR: Like old leaves. Sounds like an organic distillation. Drained out the life essence. LEELA: That's what he called it. DOCTOR: Did he? LEELA: Well, he seemed to know what he was talking about. DOCTOR: Well, he doesn't. He's a madman. LITEFOOT: Here we are. Your outfit, my dear. LEELA: Oh, thank you, Professor. LITEFOOT: No, no, not here. Mrs Hudson's waiting upstairs. She'll help you change. Hope it's suitable. LITEFOOT: Dashed embarrassing business, eh? Never done it before. DOCTOR: What? LITEFOOT: Chosen togs for a girl. DOCTOR: Ah. LITEFOOT: Quite apart from the rum things they wear, you have to be jolly careful it's in the right fashion. Clothes matter to women. DOCTOR: They do? LITEFOOT: Still trying to open it, are you? DOCTOR: Yes. I'm trying to place the period. It can only be opened by a key of the correct molecular combination. LITEFOOT: Is that a fact? DOCTOR: Yes. LITEFOOT: What were you saying when I came in? Something about a madman? DOCTOR: Yes, he's probably got the key. LITEFOOT: Who? DOCTOR: Well, presumably he's calling himself Weng-Chiang. LITEFOOT: Weng-Chiang was one of the ancient Chinese gods. DOCTOR: I know that, Professor, I know. And he probably arrived in this contraption. LITEFOOT: It was a gift to Mama from his highness, T'ung-Chi. We came home in seventy three, so it's been in the family quite some years now. DOCTOR: Then you're very lucky, Professor, that he hasn't traced it before now. LITEFOOT: Weng-Chiang? DOCTOR: Weng LEELA: Do you like it? DOCTOR: Yes, it's charming. Isn't it charming, Professor? LITEFOOT: Quite delightful. DOCTOR: I'll be proud to take to take you to the theatre looking like that. LEELA: We're going to the theatre? DOCTOR: I have an appointment at the Palace Theatre tonight, and if you're very good, I'll buy you an orange. CASEY: Told her. JAGO: What? CASEY: Mrs Samuelson. I told her what you said. JAGO: Oh. CASEY: She didn't like it. JAGO: I don't need to hear that, Casey. I'm not concerned with what Mrs Samuelson likes. CASEY: She mentioned money matters. She wants a word with you. JAGO: The woman's a bloodsucker. She's trying to ruin me. CASEY: Well she said JAGO: Don't tell me, Casey. I'm an artiste. Every night at this time, I feel like an old warhorse scenting the smoke of the bttlefield. As the house fills, the blood starts tingling through my veins. My public is out there waiting for me. I can't talk about money at a time like this. CASEY: But you don't do anything, Mister Jago. JAGO: I, I announce the acts, I count the tickets, I smile at people. You've no idea of the strain it puts on a fellow. Furthermore, she spend seventeen and threepence on the wardrobe last week. Any sign of the Doctor yet? CASEY: Who? JAGO: My collaborator and fellow sleuth. Oh well, he'll be here tonight keeping observation, Casey. JAGO (OOV.): I'll lay a guinea to a gooseberry on it. LITEFOOT: Your cab's here. DOCTOR: Good. LITEFOOT: You'll need your coats. It's getting thick again. DOCTOR: Hmm. Did you pass word to the police? LITEFOOT: Oh, yes, yes. They've posted a man outside. DOCTOR: Good. Lock and bolt the door after us and keep your gn handy. Come on. LITEFOOT: What, you really think those scoundrels will come back? DOCTOR: They might. They might. They'll do anything to get their hands on that cabinet. LITEFOOT: Don't you worry, Doctor. By shts, I'll be ready for them. They won't catch George Litefoot napping a second time. DOCTOR: Palace Theatre, cabbie. Make it snappy. CABBIE: Go on, get up. WENG: What is it? CHANG: Your servant, master. WENG (OOV.): Go away. I have work to attend to. CHANG: Lord, I have heard that the strange infidel, the Doctor, will be here soon. Is it still your wish that I should kll him? WENG: I think it more likely that he will kll you. CHANG: No, Lord. I have plan. I will kll him as sacrifice to appease the wrath of my god Weng-Chiang, to prove that I above all others am your true servant. WENG: You no longer serve me, Li H'sen. I shall take my own measures. You do what you will. Now go! JAGO: You owe me a gooseberry, Casey. There he is, in the box. See? CASEY: He don't look like a detective to me. JAGO: Well, he's not going to wear a brown derby and boots, is he, secret investigator like him, a man of a thousand faces. CASEY: Who's the girl? JAGO: Window dressing. Part of his disguise. Tell you what, I think I'll just pop up and tell him we're all on the q v down here. Have you set the star trap yet? CASEY: Not yet, Mister Jago. JAGO: You'd better get on with it, hadn't you, unless you want to ruin Mister Chang's act for him. CASEY: It's that cellar, Mister Jago. JAGO: Psst. DOCTOR: Good evening, Mister Jago. JAGO: Pleasure to welcome you, sir, and your charming companion. DOCTOR: Thank you. Are you quite comfortable down there? JAGO: Oh, I know the value of discretion in matters like this, Doctor. May I ask if you've come to any further deductions? DOCTOR: Oh, quite a few, quite a few. JAGO: Ah. I thought as much when I saw you here. I take it you're on the point of solving the mystery of the missing girls. DOCTOR: I'm expecting further developments very soon, Mister Jago. JAGO: Ah. Well, if you need any help, Doctor, I hope I know where my duty lies. DOCTOR: I knew I could rely on you. JAGO: Oh, to the limit, though I suppose you've got your own men scattered throughout the audience. DOCTOR: No. JAGO: No? You mean nobody? DOCTOR: Nobody. When the moment comes, Mister Jago, you and I can face our destiny shoulder to shoulder. JAGO: Oh, corks. (Back at the house, Litefoot is reading Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine no 1916, with an advert for Lee and Perrins Worcestershire sauce on the back, by the light of the fre. He puts it down and looks out of the window to see the policeman patrolling in the garden then returns to continue reading. Meanwhile, Lettie Randall is singing on stage.) LETTIE: Daisy, Daisy, give me your answer, do. I'm half crazy all for the love of you. It won't be a stylish marriage. I can't afford a carriage. But you'll look sweet on the seat of a bicycle build for two. Everybody now! ALL: Daisy, Daisy. LEELA: Do we need to give the responses? DOCTOR: There's no obligation. ALL: I'm half crazy LEELA: When shall we go and look for the cave creature? DOCTOR: Perhaps it'll come looking for us. CASEY: No. No! JAGO: The Sheffield song thrush. Last time she was here, there were eggs all over the stage. Now, ladies and gentlemen, it is my great privilege to introduce to you, in his extended season here at the Palace, the first of two appearances this evening, someone whose legendary legerdemain has entranced and entertained all the crowned heads of Europe. Here to baffle and bewilder in his eclectic extravaganza of efflorescent ectoplasm, that master magician from the Orient, Li H'sen Chang! CHANG: First trick very simple. CHANG: Next trick very simple. CHANG: Will someone pick cards, please? You sir. Catchee. CHANG: Now, sir, please to assist humble Chang by selecting any card. Ace of diamonds. Please to hold card in air so everyone see. Now, sir, please to return card to pack, any place. Honourable gentleman please to hold pack of playing cards between finger and thumb. Chang will now sh*t magic bllet through ace of diamonds without hitting other cards. Please to keep very still. LEELA: Doctor! CHANG: Please to keep very quiet. Chang sh*t fifteen peasants learning this trick. CHANG: Now, sir, please look for ace of diamonds. DOCTOR: Oh, very good, very good! Wasn't that good? Anything else? CHANG: Honourable gentleman please to bring cards to stage. I have further demonstration requiring nerves of steel. CHANG: I will now ask my eager volunteer kindly to step into the Cabinet of Death. CHANG: The bird has flown. One of us is yellow. CHANG: If you will now pay close attention, ladies and gentlemen. WENG: So, the great magician. CHANG: In my country, this is known as the death of a thousand cuts. CHANG: I will now ask my new volunteer kindly to assist in opening cabinet. JAGO: The curtain! Quick, drop the curtain! What happened? DOCTOR: He's dad. He died of a fright. JAGO: Poor Casey. He's worked here for years. LEELA: Doctor, what happened? Did Chang kll him? DOCTOR: No, Chang was as surprised as anyone. Where's he gone? CHANG: Are you here, Master? This is your servant, Li H'sen. CHANG: Answer me, Lord. If you're here, answer me. He has gone. Weng-Chiang, lord of greatness, has deserted me. CHANG: Lord? DOCTOR: You've been left to carry the can, Chang. DOCTOR: No poison tonight. There are questions to answer. CHANG: I will say nothing. It is time for me to join my forefathers. DOCTOR: Well, as an accomplice to mrder, the police shouldn't hold you up long. Tell me about Weng-Chiang. Where did he go? CHANG: Perhaps back to his great palace in the sky. I failed him. He was displeased with me. LEELA: His mind is broken. DOCTOR: Li H'sen, you know he's not a god, don't you. CHANG: He came like a god. He appeared in a blazing cabinet of f*re. I saw him and helped him. He was tired from his journey. DOCTOR: Go on. CHANG: He was ill for many months. I was but a humble peasant, but I gave him sanctuary while the soldiers searched. I nursed him. DOCTOR: The cabinet. What happened to the cabinet? CHANG: Soldiers of T'ung-Chi took it. Ever since, we have searched for the great cabinet of Weng-Chiang. The god will not be made whole until it is recovered. JAGO: Doctor, are you down here? Well, cover me in creosote. I never knew this was here. LEELA: Doctor! DOCTOR: Not this time, Leela. LEELA: But he's escaping! DOCTOR: There's no escape that way. He's gone to join his ancestors. JAGO: You mean to say the celestial Chang was involved in all these Machiavellian machinations? DOCTOR: Yes, up to his epicanthic eyebrows. JAGO: Well, I'll go to Australia. JAGO: What in the name of heaven's that? DOCTOR: You'll have to book yourself a new act tomorrow. Cyanide gas might do for the brutes, though you'd have to shut the sewers off for a day or two. LEELA: Look at this, Doctor. This is all that's left of them. JAGO: Of the missing girls? So it was Chang. DOCTOR: Not Chang. His master, the crazed maniac who organised all this. LEELA: Doctor! The machine's gone. DOCTOR: That means he's going to start up all over again somewhere else. LEELA: He could be anywhere. We'll have to look for him. DOCTOR: With his DNA helixes split open, the more cells he absorbs into himself, the more deformed he becomes. LEELA: You mean he is like a waterbag with a hole in the bottom, and the hole is getting bigger? DOCTOR: Yes. LEELA: What happened to make him like that? DOCTOR: Perhaps because he used the cabinet. A dangerous experiment in time travel. Now he'll be struggling to keep his metabolism in balance. LEELA: And the rats? DOCTOR: Just an experiment. He had to gauge the strength of the psionic amplification field. The rats were handy. After that, they were useful as sewer guards. JAGO: I've got it! See the lair of the phantom. Conducted tours, bob a nob. I'm on to a fortune here. Hey, Doctor, you're not going, are you? DOCTOR: I must. Things to do. (quietly) We've got to get back to that time cabinet. Come on.	{"type": "series", "show": "Doctor Who", "episode": "14x24 - The Talons of Weng-Chiang - part 4"}	foreverdreaming
THE TALONS OF WENG-CHIANG BY: ROBERT HOLMES Part Five Original Air Date: 26 March 1977 Running time: 24:49 LEELA: Doctor! DOCTOR: Litefoot's got visitors. DOCTOR: Mi how ma! What happened? LITEFOOT: Chinese. Dozens of them. DOCTOR: What? LITEFOOT: Oh, the devils. DOCTOR: Well, they got what they came for. LEELA: What? DOCTOR: The time cabinet. LITEFOOT: Damn scoundrels. DOCTOR: Get him a drink. DOCTOR: In a glass. In a glass. Professor, how did they get in? LITEFOOT: I've, I've no idea. I locked and bolted all the doors as soon as you left. Thank you, my dear. DOCTOR: Were they all Chinese? LITEFOOT: Tong-wallahs. Criminals. The gutter scrapings of Shanghai. DOCTOR: And one midget. LITEFOOT: Yes. My dear Doctor, how on Earth did you deduce that one of my attackers was a midget? DOCTOR: Elementary, my dear Litefoot. He came in the laundry basket and let the others in. LEELA: The same creature that attcked me! DOCTOR: The Peking Homunculus. LITEFOOT: Who? DOCTOR: Yes, the time of manufacture, its disappearance, it all fits. LEELA: Doctor, what is the Peking DOCTOR: Homunculus. LEELA: Homunculus. DOCTOR: It was made in Peking for the Commissioner of the Icelandic Alliance. It was in the Ice Age, about the year five thousand. LITEFOOT: Preposterous. LEELA: Shush. Go on, Doctor. DOCTOR: The Peking Homunculus was a toy, a plaything for the Commissioner's children. It contained a series of magnetic fields operating on a printed circuit and a small computer. It had one organic component. The cerebral cortex of a pig. Anyway, something went wrong. It almost caused World wr Six. LITEFOOT: What? DOCTOR: Yes, somehow the pig part took over. So Weng-Chiang has brought the Peking Homunculus back through time. He could have done. It disappeared completely. It was never found. LITEFOOT: I say, I may have had a bang on the head but this is a dashed qeer story. Time travel? DOCTOR: Unsuccessful time travel, Professor. Findicker's discovery of the double nexus particle sent human science up a technological cul-de-sac. LITEFOOT: Are you following this? LEELA: Not a word. DOCTOR: This pig thing is still alive. It needs an operator, of course, but the mental feedback is so intense that somehow the swinish instinct has become dominant. It hates humanity and it revels in carnage. WENG: Liberation, Mister Sin! Freedom! I can become whole again. Whole and alive! Oh, how I have dreamt of this moment. To be free of this putrefying carcass, to fashion myself anew in some distant time and place. And I can do it now, now that at last I have the time cabinet. I promise you, Mister Sin, we shall not remain long among these filthy barbarians. But where is the bag? Answer me, you fools! Where is the bag? HO: It was. We did not. WENG: The bag, you cowering oaf! HO: It was left behind, great lord. WENG: What? What! Lee! Lee, I told you to take it out to the carriage! I ordered you! You know the penalty for failing me. WENG: Take the sting of the scorpion. DOCTOR: Rundall Buildings. LITEFOOT: What? DOCTOR: Your laundry. Do you know the place? LITEFOOT: I've heard of it. Everyone has. It's the centre of one of the most noxious and evil rookeries in the East End. DOCTOR: And where exactly is this disreputable quarter? LITEFOOT: It lies somewhere between Whitechapel and St Georges in the East. Place of appalling vice and squalor. Overdue for clearance in my opinion. DOCTOR: Yes, it might be cleared very quickly. LITEFOOT: What do you mean? DOCTOR: Weng-Chiang is a scientific ignoramus. He doesn't understand the nature of zigma energy. LITEFOOT: Zigma energy? DOCTOR: Yes. The power source of the time cabinet is a zigma beam. At the moment it's like a piece of elastic fully stretched, but when Chiang tampers with it LEELA: Then he must be stopped. Do you think he's gone to this laundry? DOCTOR: Well, there's only one way to find out. Litefoot, I want you to stay here. Come on. LITEFOOT: Doctor, you can't take a young woman into that foulness. At this hour of night she'll witness the vilest scenes of depravity and degradation. DOCTOR: Nothing as vile as Weng-Chiang himself, Professor. JAGO: Think large, Henry Jago, think large. Shilling a head? I must be crazy. A guinea a head! Conducted tours round the lair of the phantom. I'll lead them myself and modestly mention the part I played in the affair. The ladies will swoon in my arms. Oh, it's a winner. It's a beauty. I'll go bail. I'll clear out all this old junk, call in the electric lighting company. JAGO: What in the name of heavens is? DOCTOR: Not a sound. Now quiet. Shush. JAGO: Thank you. Kindly tell your employer that Mister Jago wishes to see him urgently. LITEFOOT: What? JAGO: Your employer, Professor Litefoot. Come along, man. Hurry. Chop-chop. LITEFOOT: May I ask, sir, who you are? JAGO: Confound your insolence, sir. Just announce me. LITEFOOT: Consider yourself announced, sir. I'm Litefoot. JAGO: Why, dash me optics. I should have realised. That brow, those hands. England's peerless premier professor of pathology. Henry Gordon Jago, sir, at your service. LITEFOOT: Mister Jago, just tell me what all this is about. JAGO: The Doctor. LITEFOOT: What? JAGO: This bag. LITEFOOT: Eh? JAGO: Shall we go inside? JAGO: Found this in my cellar. Thought the Doctor might be interested. It could have something to do with those Chineses. LITEFOOT: Chinese? JAGO: Yes. I had thought of communicating directly with Scotland Yard, where as you know he's held in the highest esteem. LITEFOOT: The Doctor is? JAGO: Oh yes, of course. It's my opinion he solves half their cases and then lets them take the credit for it, don't you agree? LITEFOOT: I have no idea. JAGO: Oh, why, it stands to reason. I mean, they're policemen. We all know they're solid, sterling, fellows, but their buttons are the brightest thing about them, don't you agree? Now, the Doctor's a real detective. LITEFOOT: Yes, he's certainly very active. How did you learn of my connection with him, Mister Jago? JAGO: Well, I enquired at the local station and they told me you'd been seen together. The most formidable combination in the annals of criminology. It's a great honour and privilege for me to be working with you on this devilish affair. LITEFOOT: Oh, well, thank you. Yes, well, I'm sure the Doctor will be very interested in these things. Unfortunately, he isn't here at present. JAGO: I know, the sleuth that never rests, eh? LITEFOOT: Well, he did remark that sleep is for tortoises. You know, Mister Jago, I can't for the life of me discern what purposes these articles might serve. JAGO: It's a qeer lot of paraphernalia. I thought so meself. LITEFOOT: And you think they were set aside by Weng-Chiang, this mrder lunatic the Doctor is now hunting? JAGO: Well, they're nothing to do with the theatre, I'm sure of that. I found the bag amongst a pile of our old junk. LITEFOOT: In that case, Mister Jago, is it not possible that someone plans to return for it? JAGO: Yes, yes, good point. We must tell the Doctor. LITEFOOT: Or take a hand ourselves. JAGO: Why? LITEFOOT: Well, the Doctor isn't here. If you and I keep a discreet watch on the theatre, we might get a chance to nab this fellow, should he return. JAGO: You're suggesting a pernoctation, Professor, but alas, unfortunately the nocturnal vapours are very bad for my chest. LITEFOOT: Oh, come on, man, you can wrap up. I'll lend you some extra clothing. JAGO: Very kind, I'm sure. LITEFOOT: Now, you write a note to the Doctor, you'll find pen and paper in that drawer, and I'll look you out a cape. We might be lucky, Mister Jago. And if we are, I've a few lumps to repay. LEELA: That smell. It's like decaying fruit. DOCTOR: Papaver somniferum. LEELA: What? DOCTOR: Pipe of poppy. It's opium, a narcotic drug. DOCTOR: Ah, we've found another warren. Weng-Chiang will show his hand again. LEELA: More girls? DOCTOR: Yes. He'll try to build his body levels before he has to use the zigma beam. He'll kll again tonight, but where? CHANG: At the House of the Dragon, Doctor. DOCTOR: Good evening, Mister Chang. We thought you'd gone to join your ancestors. CHANG: Not yet. Not quite. LEELA: Your leg! CHANG: A singular sight, I fear. It is too late, Doctor, and I feel no pain. The opium. LEELA: How did you get away? CHANG: When the rat took my leg, I regained consciousness in a charnel house, putrefying human remains. DOCTOR: Yes, rats don't keep a very hygienic larder. CHANG: I lay there, Doctor, and cursed Weng-Chiang, my benefactor, who had brought me to this fate. Hatred of him gave me the strength to drag myself away. The rats had gone. I came here to destroy the false god. The last act of the Great Chang. LEELA: You should have done that before. CHANG: I believed in him. For many years I believed in him. DOCTOR: It was a good act, Chang. CHANG: Until he shamed me. I lost face. The whole theatre saw my failure. DOCTOR: Tell me about the House of the Dragon. CHANG: Next month, the Great Chang would have performed before the Queen Empress at Buckingham Palace. I, the son of a peasant. DOCTOR: The House of the Dragon, where is it? CHANG: It is his fortress, prepared over many months by the Tong. Beware the eye of the dragon, Doctor. DOCTOR: Li H'sen, come on. Come on. CHANG: Soon I shall join my ancestors. Already I can see them. They walk to greet me from the Palace of Jade. They are smiling and carry gifts of food and flowers. Now I cross the golden bridge of the gods. DOCTOR: Li H'sen! Come on, man, the house. CHANG: B, B DOCTOR: What? What? DOCTOR: Boot? Shoe? Spat? LEELA: Earth? DOCTOR: He's left us a Chinese puzzle. WENG: Well? Where is it? HO: Bag not there, lord. It's gone. WENG: Gone? HO: We look all places. Bag not there. WENG: You incompetent lice! You crawling, mindless dogs! That bag contained the key to the time cabinet. I must have it, do you understand, if I have to tear this accursed city apart stone by stone! Ho! Were you followed? HO: Followed? What? WENG: Those two. They must have been watching the theatre. That means they have the bag! Bring them to me. LITEFOOT: This is their hideaway, no doubt about it. JAGO: It's unfortunate there were too many of them for us to tackle, eh, Professor? I was itching for a scrap. LITEFOOT: The question is, Mister Jago, what now? JAGO: Well, we could adjourn for liquid refreshment. Decorate the mahogany. I know a little spot not far from here. LITEFOOT: I think one of us should stay here on watch while the other returns for the Doctor. JAGO: Good idea. I'll be as quick as I can. LITEFOOT: Too late, old man. JAGO: Oh, corks. LITEFOOT: Backs to the wall. JAGO: Keep off, you lot. I'm a tiger when my dander's up. WENG: So, you choose to pry on the House of the Dragon. Unwise. Very unwise. You will suffer for it. LITEFOOT: You're mistaken. You'll be the sufferer when the police get here. WENG: The police? Did you hear that, Mister Sin? They take me for a simpleton. JAGO: Oh, they'll be here, don't you worry. They can't be far behind. WENG: You told them where you were coming? LITEFOOT: Of course. We're not completely without sense. WENG: Lies. Stupid lies! WENG: You didn't know where you were coming. You followed my men here from the theatre. LITEFOOT: If that's what you choose to believe. WENG: Why were you waiting at the theatre? Answer me. Why? JAGO: Why were we waiting at the theatre, Litefoot? LITEFOOT: I refuse to answer. JAGO: There you are, you see. He refuses to answer. LITEFOOT: You can do with us as you wish. JAGO: I say, steady on. WENG: Very well, I will tell you why. JAGO: I say, have a care. WENG: You were waiting to see JAGO: You don't know your own strength. WENG: Who came to collect the bag. JAGO: You're choking me. WENG: Exactly. Now, where is the bag now. What have you done with it? LITEFOOT: Let him go. WENG: The bag. Tell me! LITEFOOT: It's at my house. Now for pity's sake, release him! WENG: You will die later, slowly. It will give pleasure to my wolves. LITEFOOT: You filthy bounder. WENG: In the meantime, put them with the other prisoners. DOCTOR: Litefoot? Litefoot! DOCTOR: (reads) My dear Doctor, contained in this capacious carpet bag, which I discovered inadvertently in the cellar, is a collection of sundry items of baffling meaning. The Professor and I are keeping observation on the theatre and shortly hope to report to you the whereabouts of the mysterious Weng-Chiang. Your fellow detective H G J. LEELA: What does that mean? DOCTOR: Ah! Eureka! Do you know what that is? LEELA: You ask me so that you can tell me. DOCTOR: That's right. It's a trionic lattice, an integral part of a time cabinet. It's impossible to open it without it. LEELA: You mean it's a key. DOCTOR: Yes. He's not only a scientific fool, he's an absent-minded one. LEELA: Perhaps he has another eureka. DOCTOR: No, eureka's Greek for this bath is too hot. There can never be another one of this combination. LEELA: That means he's gone to the theatre. Come on. DOCTOR: Hold it. LEELA: But Doctor, Professor Litefoot and Mister Jago are our friends! We must help them. You know what will happen if Weng-Chiang finds them. DOCTOR: I do. LEELA: Well? DOCTOR: Look. Litefoot likes a good fre. He's been out of the house a long time. We can't go just rushing all over London looking for him. It's much better to wait for Weng-Chiang to come here. LEELA: Look, we know he already has the cabinet. DOCTOR: Yes, but he doesn't have the key. Always stay one step ahead of your enemies, my girl. LEELA: You mean, when he finds the key is missing, and that Professor Litefoot and Mister Jago are keeping watch, he will force them to tell him where it is. DOCTOR: You're learning to think. That's excellent. LEELA: And you thought of that all at once, Doctor? DOCTOR: Well, almost. LEELA: Then I am sorry. DOCTOR: What for? LEELA: For thinking that perhaps you were afraid. DOCTOR: That's all right. LEELA: Where shall we lay our ambush? DOCTOR: What? LEELA: Ambush! It's time we did battle with this underground crab, Doctor. JAGO: Are they dad? LITEFOOT: Drugged, I think. You know why they're here. JAGO: Poor creatures. They can't be a day over sixteen. LITEFOOT: He must send his fiends to kidnap them off the streets. JAGO: This is a nightmare. What can we do for them? LITEFOOT: No more than we can do for ourselves. At least they'll die quickly. JAGO: He must be the devil incarnate. LITEFOOT: What unspeakable horror lies behind that mask, do you suppose? JAGO: Well, he's not exactly a dobbin masher with it, is he? LITEFOOT: Dammit, Jago, I don't see any way out of this. I think we're done for. JAGO: You're forgetting the Doctor, Professor. LITEFOOT: There's no hope of him finding this place. How can he? JAGO: Oh, the trained mind. A fleck of mud here, a speck of paint there. Clues that speak volumes to a trained investigator like him. I'll wager he's on our tracks this very minute. LITEFOOT: I say, Jago, look at this. JAGO: What of it? LITEFOOT: Don't you see what it is? It's a dumb waiter! JAGO: Yes, of course I know that, but frankly I'm not very peckish at the moment. I'm surprised you should think of food at a time like this. LITEFOOT: My dear man, I'm not thinking of food. I'm thinking that if we take that shelf out and squeeze ourselves in, we can make a surreptitious exit from this establishment via the dining room. JAGO: By jiminy, you're right! We'll teach those blighters a lesson yet. They picked the wrong man when they decided to cross swords with me. LITEFOOT: After you, Mister Jago. JAGO: Oh, those ropes don't look too sound, do they. LITEFOOT: He that is down need fear no fall. JAGO: Hmm? LITEFOOT: A quotation. Bunyan. JAGO: Ah, very comforting. JAGO (OOV.): Mind your elbow, Professor. LITEFOOT (OOV.): Sorry. BOTH (OOV.): Heave! JAGO: This isn't the dining room. LITEFOOT: This isn't the way out, either.	{"type": "series", "show": "Doctor Who", "episode": "14x25 - The Talons of Weng-Chiang - part 5"}	foreverdreaming
THE TALONS OF WENG-CHIANG BY: ROBERT HOLMES Part Six Original Air Date: 2 April 1977 Running time: 23:26 LEELA: We must trap them in the crossfire, Doctor. Somewhere in the cover where they cannot find cover. DOCTOR: What sort of crossfire? Hazelnuts? Bread pellets? LEELA: In a house this size there must be protection. The professor will have wapon in fixed positions to guard the approaches. DOCTOR: I brought you to the wrong time, my girl. You'd have loved Agincourt. DOCTOR: There's a Boot Court near the river, less than a mile from here, look. DOCTOR: Oh, you let yourself in. That's good. We were expecting you. WENG: No, Doctor, it was we who were expecting you. DOCTOR: Life's full of little surprises. What have you done to her? WENG: Nothing, yet. DOCTOR: Take my advice. Don't. WENG: Your advice? Oh, Doctor, you are an unusual man, but in opposing me you have gone far out of your depth. You have taken something from me. I want it back. DOCTOR: Now I wonder what that could be? I'm always borrowing things from people and then forgetting where I've put them. DOCTOR: It's a terrible habit. WENG: I have never appreciated frivolity. It was in that bag. It is not there now. Give it to me! DOCTOR: What, one of these? WENG: The time key, Doctor! DOCTOR: Oh, the time key. Now heavens to Betsy, where did I last see that? WENG: I'll give you three seconds, Doctor, and then Mister Sin will kll the girl. One, two, three, kll her! WENG: Stop! DOCTOR: Is this what you want? The trionic lattice? WENG: Give it to me! DOCTOR: Careful, careful. I might have dropped it. WENG: I'll kll you! DOCTOR: Crystalline. Probably break into a thousand pieces. WENG: You arrogant jackanapes! DOCTOR: When I'm crowded I get nervous. Call your dogs off. WENG: Back, back. DOCTOR: That's better. WENG: Give me that key and I will spare her life. DOCTOR: Never trust a man with dirty fingernails. WENG: You can trust me to kll her if you do not immediately put it down! Now obey me at once! DOCTOR: I tell you what, I'll make a bargain with you. You can have the trionic lattice when we get to the House of the Dragon. WENG: What trickery is this? DOCTOR: No trickery. You're holding two others of my friends. WENG: What of them? DOCTOR: I want them released. WENG: Two blundering dolts? Why? DOCTOR: I doubt if you could understand that, but that's the condition. WENG: Very well. They're nothing to me. DOCTOR: Good. Right. Then you and your chaps can lead the way and I'll follow. WENG: Bring the girl. DOCTOR: No! The girl stays. WENG: You would be wise not to press me too far. DOCTOR: Just lead on. WENG: Come! JAGO: What's the matter? LITEFOOT: I heard something. JAGO: What sort of thing? LITEFOOT: People. Quite a group just went by. JAGO: More Wongs for the Tong, I suppose. Do you realise we've been here over an hour? LITEFOOT: It'll be dawn soon. JAGO: What does that signify? LITEFOOT: I'm not aware that it signifies anything. It's just a remark. JAGO: I thought perhaps they might do things at dawn. LITEFOOT: Do things? What sort of things? JAGO: Well, you know, sacrifice their victims. LITEFOOT: You're thinking of the Druids, aren't you? I'm not aware the Chinese make a ceremony of it. JAGO: Oh, good. I don't think I could stomach that. It's been worrying me somewhat. LITEFOOT: Best not to think about it. JAGO: I can't help it. Beastly heathens. That's my trouble, Litefoot. LITEFOOT: What? JAGO: Well, I'm not awfully. Well, I'm not so bally brave when it comes to it. I try to be but I'm not. LITEFOOT: When it comes to it, I don't suppose anybody is. JAGO: Well, I thought I ought to tell you anyway, in case I let the side down. LITEFOOT: You won't, Henry. I know you won't. WENG: Fetch the prisoners here. DOCTOR: Very impressive. I'll have the Bird's Nest Soup. WENG: What? DOCTOR: Well, isn't this where you do the cooking? WENG: How can you understand the functions of a catalytic extraction chamber, Doctor? Part of a technology far beyond your time. DOCTOR: Simple old-fashioned cannibalism. That machine just saves you having to chew the grisly bits. WENG: Much more than that. The secret of life. DOCTOR: Bunkum. Your so-called technology is the twisted lunacy of a scientific dark age. WENG: What do you know of my time? DOCTOR: Everything. Where is it? WENG: What? DOCTOR: Your pig-faced, pig-brained Peking Homunculus. WENG (OOV.): You know of that? How? DOCTOR: I was with the Filipino army at the final advance on Reykjavik. WENG: How can you in the nineteenth century know anything of the fifty first? You lie! DOCTOR: Listen. What's your name? What were you called before you became a Chinese god? WENG: I am Magnus Greel! DOCTOR: Oh, yes, the infamous Minister of Justice. The Butcher of Brisbane. DOCTOR: Checkmate. WENG: It is impossible for you to know these things! DOCTOR: I know you're a wanted criminal and that a hundred thousand deaths can be laid at your door. WENG: Enemies of the state! They were used in the advancements of science. DOCTOR: They were slaughtered in your filthy machine. WENG: So, you are from the future, and I, for all my achievements, are only remembered as a wr criminal. Of course, it is the winning side that writes history, Doctor. Remember, you would not be here if it were not for my work. DOCTOR: Your work? DOCTOR: Your work? WENG: Yes! I made this possible. I found the resources, the scientists DOCTOR: The zigma experiments came to nothing. They were a failure. Nothing came of them. WENG: No! No, they were a success! Why, I used them to escape from my enemies. The first man to travel through time. DOCTOR: Hmm. Look what it did to you. WENG: A temporal distortion of my metabolism. It can be readjusted. LITEFOOT: Doctor! DOCTOR: Good morning, gentlemen. JAGO: By jingo, what did I tell you? The game's up, my friend. We have the place surrounded. DOCTOR: No, Jago, Jago, Jago. We don't have the place surrounded. We just have an understanding. JAGO: Understanding? DOCTOR: Yes. WENG: I have kept my word, Doctor. Now give me the key. DOCTOR: Only when they're well clear of this place. Off you go now. Hurry. LITEFOOT: Doctor, there are two others here. Two wretched girls. DOCTOR: Then take them with you. WENG: Your demands are becoming too great! WENG: Enough! I want him alive. DOCTOR: Beware the Eye of the Dragon. LITEFOOT: Doctor, are you hurt? WENG: Take them out. Get these stinking heaps of rubbish out of here! WENG: Perfect. Perfect. After all these years the function is unimpaired. WENG: Everything exactly as it was. The parallax synchrons fully charged, the strata tube set at maximum. He was wrong! Wrong! The zigma experiment was a success! LITEFOOT: Curious. Double heartbeat. Otherwise everything seems in order. JAGO: If only we knew what that fiendish device was that struck him down. From behind, mark you. LITEFOOT: Shush. I think he's trying to say something. DOCTOR: There's a one-eyed yellow idol to the north of Katmandu. There's a little marble cross below the town. LITEFOOT: Kipling? DOCTOR: Harry Champion, 1920. LITEFOOT: Doctor, are you all right? DOCTOR: Greel's got the key! LITEFOOT: Greel? DOCTOR: How long have I been unconscious? LITEFOOT: Only a few minutes. DOCTOR: The broth of oblivion. JAGO: What's that? DOCTOR: Chinese soup. He'll be coming for them soon. LITEFOOT: Well, surely there must be something we can do for them? DOCTOR: There's always something we can do. Get them over there against the wall. Come on. JAGO: They're armed to the teeth, those Wong fellows. Knives, gn, everything. LITEFOOT: Jago's right. Empty handed we can do nothing. DOCTOR: Excellent. This is good strong linen. It should do fine. Well, don't just stand there wasting time. Get me a bucket of water and break off that gas pipe. WENG: Almost ready. Yes, time to prepare my two partridges. Why don't you come down from there? Sulking because I wouldn't let you kll the Doctor, is that it? WENG: Oh, you can kll him soon enough, Sin, but first I must drain every scintilla of his knowledge about the zigma experiment. You can kll him then, and as many more as you wish before we leave. All I need is to re-establish my protenoid balance. WENG: Then I can enter the zigma beam for the second time. Only this time, there must be no mistake in the programme DNA levels. Now for my two partridges. LEELA: Die, bent face! WENG: No, spare me, please! LEELA: Spawn of evil. Now I destroy you! WENG: The second time! The second attempt on my life by this she-devil! Hold her still! No. No, I have a better fate for you. She will be the first morsel to feed my regeneration. LEELA: kll me any way you wish. Unlike you, I am not afraid to die. WENG: We shall see. Bring the tigress here. WENG: At my camps, the extraction process was considered the most painful of all. They pleaded for anything but this. LEELA: I shall not plead, but I promise you this. When we are both in the great hereafter, I shall hunt you down, Bent Face, and put you through my agony a thousand times! WENG: Silence the spitfire! WENG: Now bring the other two hags here. JAGO: It's leaking. I can smell it. LITEFOOT: There's bound to be some escape. DOCTOR: Not enough to worry about. JAGO: I'm not worried, Doctor. I haven't been worried since you turned up. It's just that I'd hate to be gassed before seeing if this stunt works. DOCTOR: Well, Greel won't keep us waiting long. He needs his proteinoids. LITEFOOT: His what? DOCTOR: He's dying, you see. He's desperate. His body's fading away fast. He's trying to cheat death by substituting certain materials. Do you understand? LITEFOOT: I think so. The principle, anyway. DOCTOR: The principle's false, anyhow. All he achieves is a postponement of the inevitable. JAGO: Shush. DOCTOR: Lucifers, Professor. Quick, get over there. Now listen, if we do manage to get out of here, don't stop running till you're a mile from this place. JAGO: Up troops and at 'em, eh, Professor? DOCTOR: Come on, come on. DOCTOR: This way. WENG: Whatever it was, there can be no escape for you. Let the talons of Weng-Chiang shred your flesh! DOCTOR: Greel! WENG: kll, Sin! kll them! DOCTOR: Come on, quick. Get down! Get down! LEELA: I owe you my life, Doctor. Thank you. JAGO: Time to thank him when we're out of this. WENG: Doctor, I offer you a proposition. DOCTOR: Not now, Greel, we're busy. WENG: I will spare your lives, you and your friends, if you leave now. DOCTOR: Well, that's very magnanimous of you, Magnus. WENG: Then get up and leave. DOCTOR: What, with your trigger-happy little friend out there? No thanks. WENG: I am offering you your lives, you fools! DOCTOR: (quietly) We'd be cut down before we reached the door. LEELA: (quietly) I think so, too. He has no truth in him. DOCTOR: (quietly) Let's see. DOCTOR: Ah. We're staying put, Magnus. WENG: Then you'll die here, all of you. DOCTOR: Well, you might die first, Magnus. You don't sound too well, and your food supply's half way to Blackheath by now. WENG: Sin, crack that bench away. LITEFOOT: If I only had a gn, Doctor. JAGO: Or a catapult. I was a dab hand with a catapult when I was a nipper. LITEFOOT: What is that wapon? DOCTOR: It's a laser beam. JAGO: It's a death ray. LEELA: (quietly) Doctor, they're diminishing our cover. DOCTOR: (quietly) Push it over. WENG: Hurry, Sin! There is little time left to me. WENG: No, Sin! You fool, stop! Stop! Obey me, Sin. Obey Greel, your master, I command you. JAGO: Jiminy, I felt the heat of that one. JAGO: No chance, my dear. LEELA: He cannot fre at two objects at once. JAGO: You mean one of us creates a distraction while you go for the gn? LEELA: That's right. Me because I'm quicker. LITEFOOT: Another minute or so and we're done. JAGO: I say, I say, I say! JAGO: A funny thing happened to me. Has she got the gn? LITEFOOT: Hey! Who are you sh*ting at? LEELA: Well, I've never fired one of these before. LITEFOOT: Got them rattled, anyway. DOCTOR: It's no good, Greel. You're finished. WENG: I can escape you, Doctor, as I escaped my enemies before. DOCTOR: Greel, listen. If you activate the zigma beam, it'll be certain death for all of us. WENG: Lies, Doctor. DOCTOR: Listen, Greel! Greel, listen! The zigma beam is at full stretch. If you trigger it again, it'll mean certain collapse. You know what that means? WENG: You can't fool me. DOCTOR: There'll be a huge implosion, Greel, and you'll be at the centre of it. The zigma experiments were a disaster! WENG: No, no, the zigma experiment was a success! A brilliant, total success! WENG: Sin, Sin, what are you doing? WENG: I order you to. No, no, not me. This is mutiny, Sin. LEELA: Is Bent Face dad? LITEFOOT: Why do you call him Bent Face? LEELA: Because it is. No, don't. LITEFOOT: Why not? DOCTOR: Cellular collapse. LITEFOOT: In all my years as a pathologist, I've never seen anything like it. DOCTOR: Well, let's hope you never see anything like it again, Professor. JAGO: But where was he from? Where did he go? DOCTOR: He was a foe from the future, Henry. Look out, Leela! JAGO: What's that? DOCTOR: It's his fuse, Henry. LEELA: What are you doing, Doctor? DOCTOR: I'm bringing the zigma experiment to an end. CRIER (OOV.): Muffins! Get your hot muffins! DOCTOR: Listen. CRIER (OOV.): Hot muffins! DOCTOR: It's the muffin man. Come on, I'll buy you some muffins. LITEFOOT: And then, for example, I would say 'one lump or two, Miss Leela'. To which you would reply, 'one will suffice, thank you'. Now, do you follow? LEELA: Supposing I want two? LITEFOOT: Oh, no, no, no, no. One lump for ladies. LEELA: Then why do you ask me? DOCTOR: Come along, Leela. LEELA: Professor Litefoot has been explaining to me about tea. DOCTOR: Really? LEELA: It's very complicated. DOCTOR: No, it's not complicated at all. All you. Look, I haven't got time to stand here discussing tea. Goodbye, Litefoot. LITEFOOT: Goodbye, Doctor. DOCTOR: It's been such fun. Henry. DOCTOR (OOV.): Yes, the important thing is just warming the pot. LEELA (OOV.): What pot? DOCTOR (OOV.): The tea pot. LITEFOOT: What exactly is that contraption? JAGO: Well, it's his personal transport. Look, Police. LITEFOOT: Extraordinary. JAGO: No doubt Scotland Yard provided it for him. LITEFOOT: I don't believe it! JAGO: I've said it before and I'll say it again. Our policemen are wonderful. LITEFOOT: But it's impossible, Henry. Quite impossible. JAGO: Good trick, eh? I venture the great Li H'sen Chang himself would have appreciated that.	{"type": "series", "show": "Doctor Who", "episode": "14x26 - The Talons of Weng-Chiang - part 6"}	foreverdreaming
HORROR OF FANG ROCK BY: TERRANCE DICKS Part One Original Air Date: 3 September 1977 Running time: 24:10 VINCE: Ere, Reuben. Come and look, quick. REUBEN: What is it, boy? VINCE: This light, sht across the sky. Went under the sea, it did, and the sea was all glowing. Over there. REUBEN: Nothing there now. VINCE: Not now, maybe. I told you, it went under the sea. REUBEN: It could have been a, what do they call them, meteor. VINCE: Mmm. Weren't far off. BEN: Oh, sightseeing now, are we? Hoping to spot some of them bathing belles on the beach, eh? REUBEN: Vince here's been seeing stars. VINCE: I saw a light. Clear across the sky it came and went under the sea. BEN: shting star, eh? VINCE: Weren't no shting star. I've seen them before. REUBEN: Bring you luck, boy, that will. Bit of luck coming for you. VINCE: On this rock? Not till my three month is up. BEN: Well, whatever it was, it's gone now. So long as it isn't a hazard to navigation we don't have to bother with it. VINCE: It were all red and glowing. BEN: Aye, well, I've heard enough about now, lad. I'm off downstairs for my supper. You just forget it. REUBEN: The old days were simple enough. You just filled her up, trimmed the wick, and that old lamp just went burning away steady as you like. BEN: It wasn't only the lamp that brned sometimes though, was it. What about all those fires they had, eh? Towers gutted, men klled. REUBEN: Well, carelessness, that was. That or drink. Oil's safe enough if you treat her right. BEN: Now listen, Reuben. I've seen the inside of some of them old lighthouses REUBEN: I served twenty year in one. BEN: Like the inside of a chimney, they was. Grease and soot everywhere, floor covered with oil and bits of wick. REUBEN: Never, mate. Never. BEN: And as for the light. Oh dear oh me. You couldn't see it from the inside, never mind from the out. Great clouds of black smoke, soon as they were lit. REUBEN: If your electricity's so good, why are they going back to oil? You tell me that. BEN: Ah, now that's an oil vapour system. That's a different thing altogether. They're going back to that as they reckon as how that's cheaper, see. REUBEN: Course it's cheaper. REUBEN: Time they've paid out all that coal. Ahoy. VINCE: That you, Reuben? (listens) King Edward, eh? Well, your majesty, will you tell the principal keeper that there's a fog coming up here like nobody's business. REUBEN: Vince says there's a fog coming up. BEN: Fog? There weren't no sign of that earlier. REUBEN: He reckons it's a thick 'un, Ben. BEN: I'd best go and see for myself. After all, the boy's only learning. BEN: I never seen a fog come in like that afore. And thick! REUBEN: Worst thing for sailors that ever was. BEN: Do you feel that cold too? REUBEN: Aye. BEN: That come from Iceland, I reckon. VINCE: It's come from where I saw that thing fall. BEN: Oh, get along with you, boy. It's about time you got that siren started. REUBEN: He might be right, Ben. It do seem unnatural. BEN: Not you, too? And I want a blast every two minutes, and I don't mean ten. REUBEN: Another thing with oil, it gives a better light in fog. BEN: Oh, rubbish. Electricity's just as good, and a darn sight more reliable. REUBEN: Reliable? LEELA: You said I would like Brighton. Well, I do not. DOCTOR: Does this look like Brighton? LEELA: I do not know. DOCTOR: It's not even Hove. It could be Worthing. LEELA: The machine has failed again? DOCTOR: Oh, not really, not failed. We're on the right planet, in the right time, roughly in the right general direction, assuming this is Worthing. LEELA: You cannot tell. DOCTOR: Because the localised condition of planetary atmospheric condensation caused a malfunction in the visual orientation circuits. Or to put it another way, we got lost in the fog. Never mind. Easy enough to pop back in and try again. That's odd. LEELA: What is? DOCTOR: A lighthouse without a light. VINCE: Hey, good old Ben. Didn't take him long, did it. REUBEN: Working, not working, working again. You never know where you are with it, do you. VINCE: I just came down for my heavy jersey. It's freezing up there. BEN: It's worse in the generator room, even with the boiler. VINCE: Well, you repaired her, anyway. BEN: No. Lights came on by 'emselves. VINCE: What, for no reason? BEN: It's got me flummoxed. There's something going on here tonight, something I don't understand. LEELA: Look, the light is shining in that tower. DOCTOR: Oh, good. We'll just knock on the door, get directions and we'll be on our way. LEELA: What is that noise? DOCTOR: Foghorn. LEELA: What? DOCTOR: I said it's a foghorn! It warns the ships off these rocks. Mightn't spot the light in this fog. You know what ships are. We saw some on the Thames, remember? LEELA: I feel something wrong here. VINCE: Old Ben's worried. REUBEN: So he should be. His precious electricity. VINCE: Writing it all down in the log, he is. Says he can't understand it. REUBEN: Done it again, see? VINCE: He'll be spitting blood, won't he. BEN: Argh! VINCE: Over two minutes. REUBEN: Reckon it's not coming on this time. VINCE: Make no difference, not in this weather. Have their bows right onto Fang Rock afore they see our old lamp. REUBEN: Aye, this is a qeer 'un. No cause for it. VINCE: It's cold air and warm air mixing, that's the cause. REUBEN: I've been thirty years in the service, Vince. One look at the sky and I know when fog's coming. Today was clear as clear. VINCE: Maybe I'd best go down and see if Ben needs a hand. REUBEN: You do that, boy. T'ain't natural. DOCTOR: Keeper? DOCTOR: The generator's working. I wonder what's happening to the power? LEELA: I'm not a teshnician. DOCTOR: It could be shorting out, I suppose. LEELA: And I suppose you are going to mend it? DOCTOR: What, without asking permission? I wouldn't dream of it. Let's talk to the crew first. This way. Teshnician? DOCTOR: Anyone at home? VINCE: That you, Ben? DOCTOR: No, it isn't. VINCE: 'Ere, who are you, then? LEELA: I'm Leela. DOCTOR: I'm the Doctor. How do you do. You seem to be having some trouble here. VINCE: How'd you get here? LEELA: We came in the TARDIS. DOCTOR: We're mislaid mariners. Our craft's parked on the other side of the island. VINCE: Oh. Oh, you got lost in the fog, did you? DOCTOR: Yes. VINCE: Oh, you'd best come up to the crew room. DOCTOR: Good. VINCE: Where was you heading for? DOCTOR: Worthing. LEELA: Brighton. VINCE: You did get lost, didn't you. I'll get you some vittles soon as we're sorted out. You'll not want to go on in this fog. Small craft, is she? DOCTOR: Yes. LEELA: No. DOCTOR: Well, small in some ways. LEELA: Yes, but big in others. DOCTOR: What's the trouble here? VINCE: The generator keeps playing up. Lights go off then they come on again for no reason. DOCTOR: Tricky things, the early generators. VINCE: Oh, ours is the latest modern design, sir. Still, it's driving Ben wild. DOCTOR: Ben? Who's Ben? VINCE: He's the engineer. DOCTOR: Just the two of you, are there? VINCE: Three, sir. Old Reuben's up in the lamp room. klling himself, he is. Fit to bust. LEELA: He's crippled? VINCE: No. Oh, I mean, no, he's one of the old-fashioned sort, you see. Never been really happy since they took out the oil. Hates electricity. DOCTOR: Yes, I know the type. In the early days of oil, he'd have said there's nothing like a really large candle, eh? VINCE: Aye, that's Reuben right enough. DOCTOR: Where's Ben now? VINCE: Eh? DOCTOR: Ben. Why isn't he working on the generator? VINCE: Well, he is, sir. You must have seen him. DOCTOR: No. No, I didn't. VINCE: Oh, he must have stepped out for a moment and you missed him in the fog. LEELA: If he had been there, I would have heard. VINCE: I'd better go and look for him. DOCTOR: No, that's all right, that's all right. What's your name? VINCE: Vince, sir. Vince Hawkins. DOCTOR: I'll go, Mister Hawkins. I'm something of an engineer myself. I might be able to help. You look after the young lady. VINCE: Right you are, sir. VINCE: This is quite a treat for me, miss. LEELA: Is it? VINCE: Oh, don't touch that, please, miss. Oh yes, it's a lonely up in the lighthouse, you see. I go out sometimes and talk to the seals, you know, just to get a change from Reuben and Ben. LEELA: Seals are animals? VINCE: Well, yes. LEELA: That is stupid. You should talk often with the old ones of the tribe. That is the only way to learn. VINCE: I'll get you a hot drink, miss. LEELA: I could do with some dry clothes more than a hot drink. VINCE: Oh, I'm afraid we don't have nothing suitable for a lady. LEELA: I'm no lady, Vince. The clothes you are wearing will be most suitable. VINCE: These are men's clothes, miss. Working clothes. VINCE: I'll, er, I'll find you something, miss. I'll go and find something. DOCTOR: Ben? DOCTOR: Ben? Ben! No Ben. DOCTOR: Curiouser and curiouser. VINCE: Well done, sir. You're an engineer and no mistake. Doctor, where are you? DOCTOR: I'm over here. VINCE: Oh. Found the trouble, then? DOCTOR: Yes, I always find trouble. VINCE: Oh, Ben'll be pleased. DOCTOR: I doubt it. VINCE: Oh, he will, sir. He couldn't make head nor tail of what were wrong. I wonder where he's got to. DOCTOR: He's over there, dad. He's been dad some little time. VINCE: What? Ben. Oh, no! LEELA: What klled him? DOCTOR: As far as I can tell, a massive electric shock. He died instantly. VINCE: The generator? But he were always so careful. LEELA: It was very dark. VINCE: He had a lantern. Oh, I don't believe it. DOCTOR: Vince, you'd better go and tell old Reuben what's happened. Go on. VINCE: Right, sir. LEELA: You do not believe the machine klled him? Then what? DOCTOR: I thought there might have been something nasty in the coal hole. There's something nasty somewhere. LEELA: A sea creature? DOCTOR: What, that can open and shut doors and doesn't so much as leave a wet footprint, and has the ability to drain off electricity? LEELA: What is wrong? DOCTOR: That's Ben's lantern. REUBEN: Ben knew every blessed inch of that there machine. Don't make sense, boy. VINCE: That's what this Doctor says. Electric shock. REUBEN: Foreign, is he? VINCE: I don't think so. Though tis true the young lady speaks a bit strange. Why? REUBEN: Could be spies. VINCE: Spies! What would spies want on Fang Rock? REUBEN: There's the Frogs, the Russkies, Germans too. Can't trust none of them. VINCE: Oh, they ain't spies. REUBEN: All this started just about the time they got here. Don't you forget that. VINCE: You don't think, you ain't saying that they might have done for Ben? REUBEN: I'm saying there's strange things afoot here tonight, and them two could be at the bottom of it. Reckon I'll just go and take a look at 'em. VINCE: 'Ere, Reuben. REUBEN: Aye? VINCE: You'll have to send a message to the shore station. We'll want a relief boat to take Ben away. REUBEN: Aye, I'll see to it, boy, soon as it's light. Where is he? VINCE: Generator room. Oh, I know it don't sound respectful. REUBEN: That it don't. VINCE: It's only till the boat gets here. REUBEN: He won't rest easy, you know, boy. VINCE: Eh? REUBEN: If Ben was klled by that damn blasted machine, there'll be anger in his soul. And when they die like that, they'll never rest easy. DOCTOR: This is very interesting, Leela. It's called a Marconi Wireless Telegraph. You can send messages a long way with this. REUBEN: You leave that be, if you don't mind, mister. DOCTOR: Sorry. Shouldn't you be using it to report Ben's death? REUBEN: Wireless won't bring Ben back, will it. DOCTOR: No. REUBEN: I'll use the semaphore in the morning. DOCTOR: You do know how to operate it? REUBEN: Course, we all does, but Ben DOCTOR: Was the expert. REUBEN: I'll use the semaphore tomorrow. Likely the police will be wanting to see you. DOCTOR: Oh, very likely. REUBEN: Do you mind? LEELA: What is it for? REUBEN: Shroud. LEELA: What is that? REUBEN: In England we have proper customs. It ain't fitting for a body just to be left. DOCTOR: Reuben, do you think we had something to do with your friend's death? REUBEN: I know what I know, and I know what I think. DOCTOR: Incontrovertible. REUBEN: And don't start talking your own lingo to each other, either. I won't have that. DOCTOR: What are you going to do, clap us in irons? REUBEN: I'm senior in this station now. DOCTOR: Reuben, we're only trying to help. REUBEN: Vince and me will manage, thank you, mister. I'll just go and tend to Ben. DOCTOR: Stubborn old mule. LEELA: Doctor, do you think this creature, whatever it is, will return? DOCTOR: I don't know. LEELA: Well, if it is out on the rocks, we must take wapon and hunt it. DOCTOR: I don't fancy playing tag in the fog with something that can do that. I think I'll go and have a word with Vince. DOCTOR: A fireball? A fireball? VINCE: Yes. DOCTOR: What time was that? VINCE: A couple of hours ago, just getting dusk. It went into the sea, over there. DOCTOR: How far away? VINCE: A mile or two, near as I could tell. Don't know how big it was, you see. And then the fog came down and it got cold all of a sudden. DOCTOR: Yes. Yes, I noticed the cold. You're a good lad, Vince. VINCE: Thank you, sir. DOCTOR: Of course, on Pharos they had slaves to keep the bonfires going. VINCE: I suppose it's all different abroad. Didn't know they still had slaves, though. DOCTOR: Oh yes, and I'll tell you something else now. On Gallifrey VINCE: Gallifrey? DOCTOR: Yes, Galli. REUBEN: I'll take over here, boy. Time you got some supper. VINCE: Oh, I'm all right. REUBEN: Long night ahead of us. Expect you'll be tired, mister. DOCTOR: Oh no, not a bit of it. Don't mind me. REUBEN: I, er, stoked the boiler, and made Ben decent. Off you go, boy. VINCE: Is someone down there? Ben? VINCE: Reuben! It's Ben! He's walking! REUBEN: What's that? Pull yourself together, boy. VINCE: I tell you, he's not down here now. He's gone! You said he would. You said he wouldn't rest LEELA: Did it come in here? What is the matter? REUBEN: Vince! DOCTOR: Reuben, there's a light out there. REUBEN: What? DOCTOR: There's a light out there. LEELA: The dad do not walk. That is not possible. VINCE: Well all I know is I heard a dragging sort of noise and when I came down here, he'd gone. LEELA: Well, there was something out on the rocks just now. VINCE: Hello? Right. It's Reuben. He says there's a ship off the rocks. She's going to strike. REUBEN: You'm right. Steam yacht, by the look of it. DOCTOR: And going fast. REUBEN: He's a fool to be going at all on a night like this. REUBEN: Warning devices, Vince. VINCE: I got 'em. REUBEN: Take over the siren. She'll strike any minute. WOMAN: Help! Please, somebody, help me! MAN: Steer the boat! REUBEN: It's too late. They're too close to alter course. She's going to strike!	{"type": "series", "show": "Doctor Who", "episode": "15x01 - Horror of Fang Rock - part 1"}	foreverdreaming
HORROR OF FANG ROCK BY: TERRANCE DICKS Part Two Original Air Date: 10 September 1977 Running time: 24:10 REUBEN: Too late, she's struck. LEELA: They will all die, then. REUBEN: If there's any survivors, we'll find them on the east crag. REUBEN: Keep that siren going, mister. Hey, Vince! Bring that DOCTOR: (to Leela) Keep that siren going. REUBEN: Bring that rope, mister. REUBEN (OOV.): Bring that rope! REUBEN: Ahoy! VINCE: She's on again now. REUBEN: Damned electricity. Wouldn't happen with oil. Ahoy! DOCTOR: No, I don't suppose it would. It seems to need electricity. PALMERDALE: Why did it take you so long? We were nearly klled on those rocks! VINCE: You'll be all right, sir. Come over to the stove and dry yourself out. REUBEN: We was going to throw. No cause for jumping like that. SKINSALE: Oh, his Lordship was anxious to get ashore. REUBEN: See to the young lady, Vince. PALMERDALE: Oh, get me a brandy. VINCE: Here, ma'am, let me help you. ADELAIDE: Thank you. REUBEN: Well, get her a blanket, boy. ADELAIDE: Oh no, I'm all right, really. PALMERDALE: Well I ain't. I'm soaked to the skin. SKINSALE: Ah, but sea water's healthy, Henry. PALMERDALE: I need a drink. Catch my death like this. Get me a brandy, young fella. VINCE: You don't need no brandy, sir. Hot soup's the ticket for you. PALMERDALE: Don't tell me what I need. Dammit, hasn't anyone a flask round here? REUBEN: You see to them, Vince. I'd better get up to that lamp. VINCE: Here, ma'am. Come over to the stove and get warm. Excuse me, sir. ADELAIDE: Thank you. What's your name? VINCE: Hawkins. Vince Hawkins. ADELAIDE: Thank you, Hawkins. DOCTOR: What was it like? LEELA: I could not see clearly. It shone like, like a fungus in the forest. DOCTOR: Luminous. Do you think you could show me the spot? LEELA: Yes. Yes, I think so. Don't tell the others. We don't want to start a panic. REUBEN: What do you reckon be going on, mister? DOCTOR: When I find out, I'll let you know. REUBEN: I wouldn't try to find out. Tain't wise. LEELA: What do you mean? REUBEN: Reckon I know what you've seen. They always said the Beast of Fang Rock would be back. DOCTOR: The Beast of Fang Rock. REUBEN: Aye. PALMERDALE: Look, I need some dry clothes and I need them now. VINCE: All in good time, sir. Just give the young lady some soup then I'll attend to you. PALMERDALE: I'll catch my death of cold standing around like this. SKINSALE: You shouldn't be so impulsive, Henry. PALMERDALE: When I want your opinion, I'll ask for it. What about brandy? Well, surely in the medical supplies you keep brandy. VINCE: No liquor allowed in a lighthouse, sir. Against regulations. PALMERDALE: Oh, to hell with the regulations! DOCTOR: Where's Harker, your coxswain? PALMERDALE: He stayed behind to secure the boat. DOCTOR: I'll wait. SKINSALE: He'll, er, he'll be up directly. DOCTOR: Good. SKINSALE: It was his seamanship got us ashore. DOCTOR: And whose seamanship was it got you on the rocks? PALMERDALE: Are you in charge here? DOCTOR: No, but I'm full of ideas. VINCE: Beg pardon, sir. Time I stoked the boiler. DOCTOR: Yes, of course, Vince. Off you go. Leela? LEELA: Yes? DOCTOR: You'd better go with him. LEELA: Yes, Doctor. ADELAIDE: So, you're a doctor? DOCTOR: Yes. ADELAIDE: And you send women to stoke boilers? DOCTOR: One of the keepers was electrocuted earlier this evening, and since then Vince doesn't like going down there. SKINSALE: Yes, disturbing thing for a young fellow, first sight of death. I remember in India PALMERDALE: Not one of your army stories, Jimmy. They're even more boring than your House of Commons anecdotes. DOCTOR: Just a moment! We haven't been introduced. SKINSALE: Oh. Well, this is Miss Lessedge, Lord Parmerdale's secretary. The wet gentleman is Lord Palmerdale, the financier. I'm Skinsale, the member for Thurley, Doctor er. DOCTOR: Where were you heading? SKINSALE: What? DOCTOR: When your yacht struck? PALMERDALE: Southampton. I've a special train waiting to take me to London, and I must be there before the 'Change opens. ADELAIDE: If only we'd stayed in Deauville none of this would have happened. PALMERDALE: We had a little flutter at the casino, though in Jimmy's case it was more of a plunge, what? SKINSALE: Oh, I don't know. You lost your yacht. PALMERDALE: Insured. DOCTOR: What about the rest of the crew? Were any other boats launched? SKINSALE: We didn't wait to see. His Lordship was in rather a hurry to leave the sinking ship. PALMERDALE: It's imperative that I reach London before the market opens. SKINSALE: Oh, is that the reason DOCTOR: Ah, you want to get to London? PALMERDALE: Yes! Yes. DOCTOR: You've no chance in this fog. SKINSALE: (laughs) The wheel of fortune, eh, Henry? PALMERDALE: What? SKINSALE: Perhaps you didn't win all you thought at the casino. LEELA: Listen. VINCE: What? I don't hear nothing, miss. LEELA: There! Something's being dragged over the rocks. VINCE: Ben. He'll be coming back, coming back for us. LEELA: Go up and tell the Doctor to come down, and do not let the others know. Go and get the Doctor. Do not tell the others. Here, give me that instrument. Go! LEELA: Do not move! HARKER: What? LEELA: I said, do not move. DOCTOR: It's all right, Leela, he's a friend, aren't you, Harker. HARKER: Yes, sir. Oh, poor wretch. LEELA: What is it? DOCTOR: It's all that's left of Ben. Where did you find him, Harker? HARKER: In the sea, sir. Came floating in as I was tying up. What the sea can do to a man. DOCTOR: It wasn't the sea that did that. HARKER: What, sir? DOCTOR: There's some hot soup in the crew room, Harker. HARKER: Right. DOCTOR: The others are already there. DOCTOR: Quick, get that door closed. LEELA: Do you think the beast ate him? DOCTOR: What beast? LEELA: The Beast of Fang Rock. DOCTOR: There's no such animal. LEELA: But Reuben said there was. DOCTOR: Leela, the people round here have been fisher folk for generations. They're almost as primitive and as superstition-ridden as your lot are. LEELA: So how do you explain the body? DOCTOR: Post-mortem. LEELA: What is that? DOCTOR: Something wants to make a detailed study of human anatomy. VINCE (OOV.): Doctor? DOCTOR: Quick, get it out. VINCE: You there, Doctor? DOCTOR: Yes, I'm here, Vince. VINCE: You found out what that noise was? LEELA: Yes, it was only Harker. He was carrying Ben's body. VINCE: So it's true. He was walking. LEELA: Oh, do not be stupid, Vince. I told you before, the dad do not walk. VINCE: He must have been to have got out there in the first place. LEELA: I don't know how he got outside, but he did not walk! PALMERDALE: You secured the boat safely? HARKER: Yes. PALMERDALE: Good. When you've rested, we'll make for the mainland. SKINSALE: Are you mad? PALMERDALE: I've made up my mind. It's the only way. SKINSALE: It's out of the question, Henry. Good Lord, in this fog? PALMERDALE: It can be no more than five or six miles. A seaman like Harker would have no trouble. SKINSALE: Reason with him, Adelaide. Make him see sense. PALMERDALE: You can stay here or do as you wish, but my mind is quite set. HARKER: So is mine. I'm not taking a boat out in this. PALMERDALE: What's that? HARKER: Not after what I've seen tonight, and that's flat. PALMERDALE: Damn your insolence! You're an employee. You'll do as you're told. HARKER: Will I? SKINSALE: Hang him from the yardarm, Henry. It's mutiny. VINCE: You said he was dad. How did he get in the sea? DOCTOR: Obviously I was wrong. The shock simply stunned him, he partly recovered, staggered out onto the rocks, fell into the sea and was drowned. You get on about your work, Vince. There's nothing supernatural going on round here. VINCE: Well, I saw him. He weren't breathing, that I swear. DOCTOR: Electricity has strange effects, Vince. VINCE: Oh. Electricity. DOCTOR: Hmm. VINCE: I'm sorry, sir. I reckon I made a bit of a fool of myself just now. DOCTOR: That's all right, Vince. LEELA: Why did you not tell him the truth? DOCTOR: Because I don't know what the truth is, yet. PALMERDALE: As I see it, the accident was entirely due to the inefficiency of the lighthouse service. SKINSALE: My dear fellow PALMERDALE: So they have the responsibility of seeing I reach the mainland. SKINSALE: That argument won't wash, Henry. You can't possibly blame the lighthouse people. ADELAIDE: His Lordship is right. If the light had been working SKINSALE: We would still have ht the rocks at the speed we were travelling. HARKER: You're right there, sir. We should have been going dad slow in them conditions. Weren't Captain's fault, neither. PALMERDALE: That's enough, Harker. The fact remains that the light was not working. Oh, there'll be an enquiry, I assure you. DOCTOR: The inquiry's already gn. Move over. SKINSALE: What inquiry? What are you talking about? DOCTOR: Just you stay here, all of you. Harker, you try and get some rest. SKINSALE: He speaks with an amazing air of authority. I wonder who the devil he is? PALMERDALE: If you ask me, I don't think he's quite (taps his head) Those eyes. ADELAIDE: The girl is very strange, too. SKINSALE: I don't know about strange, but she's not a bad looker. ADELAIDE: Perfectly grotesque, in my view. Were you a long time in India, Colonel? SKINSALE: Long enough, my dear, to learn to appreciate nature. ADELAIDE: Lord Palmerdale, as we seem compelled to spend the night in this frightful place, do you think there's a private room where I might sleep? PALMERDALE: How should I know? Fat chance I have of sleeping tonight with a fortune slipping through my fingers. SKINSALE: Well, if this contraption works, I'll see what the proprietors have to say. REUBEN: Ahoy there. What is it? (listens) There's bunks in the sleeping quarters. She's welcome to any of them. REUBEN: Trouble with the gentry, they always want running after. VINCE: Here, Reuben. REUBEN: What? VINCE: Someone down there. Look. See them lights? REUBEN: I reckon it's that Doctor and his girl. VINCE: No call for them to be out there. REUBEN: Can't say I didn't warn 'em. I told them. VINCE: What about? REUBEN: The Beast. VINCE: Oh, that old tale. REUBEN: More than a tale, boy. That girl saw it tonight. I heard her telling the Doctor. Shining, she said it was, just like they reckon. VINCE: She couldn't have seen it. REUBEN: Last time that beast was seen on Fang Rock, eighty year ago now, two men died that very same night. LEELA: Somewhere around here. DOCTOR: What? A strong electrical field. Strong enough to kll a man on contact. Interesting. Probably explains the phosphorescent glow. And fish at a distance of several yards. LEELA: What? What do you think it is, Doctor. DOCTOR: I don't know what it is, Leela. I think it's desperate and I think it's cunning, and I think it's time we were getting back. SKINSALE: Well, I think Adelaide should settle now. PALMERDALE: Oh, splendid. That's the main thing, isn't it, that my secretary should sleep. SKINSALE: You'd do well to get some yourself. PALMERDALE: Here, in this hovel? SKINSALE: It's quite a snug little bivouac. I've slept in worse places than this in the army. PALMERDALE: Ah, but that was before you resigned and went into politics. Acquired a taste for high living then, didn't you. SKINSALE: What, feeling a little frustrated, old chap, are you? PALMERDALE: Why the hell shouldn't I when I've been cheated like this? SKINSALE: I kept my side of the bargain. I gave you the information you wanted. I was a fool and a scoundrel, but I did it, and you tore up my IOUs. PALMERDALE: What use is your blasted information if I can do nothing with it? SKINSALE: Quite. Rather amusing, isn't it? PALMERDALE: I could still expose you. SKINSALE: Yes, but if the information's never used, where's the proof I ever gave it? And you're forgetting something else. PALMERDALE: What? SKINSALE: I'm an officer and a gentleman, Henry. You're a nobody, a jumped-up little money-grabber for all your title. Besmirch my good name and I'll sue you for every penny you've got. So goodnight to you. LEELA: Do you thing the creature will come back? DOCTOR: I do. I think he was taking Ben's body away for examination when you saw it. LEELA: Into the sea? DOCTOR: Under the sea. Earlier tonight Vince saw what he called a fireball fall into the sea not far away. LEELA: Another TARDIS. DOCTOR: Not another TARDIS. A spaceship, perhaps. Yes, an alien creature which has never before encountered human beings might just behave that way. LEELA: But why come here? There's nothing on this foggy rock. DOCTOR: There's electricity. Perhaps that's what attracted it. LEELA: An alien creature DOCTOR: Yes. LEELA: Travelling through space DOCTOR: Yes. LEELA: And yet desperate, you said. Why? DOCTOR: Yes. Just a minute. It's behaviour pattern is furtive. LEELA: What is furtive? DOCTOR: That means it keeps out of sight while it spies out the land, hoping to mount a successful attck. LEELA: Then we are not facing an enemy that is bold. DOCTOR: No, but cunning. I don't think this fog's a freak of the weather. LEELA: What are you talking about? DOCTOR: I think it's been contrived to isolate us. That creature, or whatever it is, will be getting bolder by now. It's seen this primitive technology, it's had time to calculate the physical strength of its enemies. I think we're in terrible trouble. LEELA: Do not be afraid, Doctor. If what you say is true, we must arm ourselves and post guards. DOCTOR: What about the others? They'll think we're mad if we start talking about creatures from outer space. LEELA: But we're from space. We're not of this Earth. DOCTOR: Shush. Don't tell them that, whatever you do. What do you mean, do not be afraid. PALMERDALE: (quietly) Wake up, man. Wake up. HARKER: What? PALMERDALE: (quietly) Will you wake up? HARKER: What is it? What do you want? PALMERDALE: (quietly) Can you use a Morse apparatus? HARKER: Of course I can. Can I what? PALMERDALE: (quietly) Use a Morse telegraphic apparatus like that one over there. HARKER: Of course I can. PALMERDALE: (quietly) Good. Now, I want you to send a coded message for me. It's to be passed on to my brokers in London. HARKER: Send a message? What for? PALMERDALE: (quietly) That's none of your business. Just do as I tell you. It's a business matter. There's a great deal of money involved. HARKER: Money? PALMERDALE: (quietly) Oh, don't worry, you'll be handsomely rewarded. I had urgent reasons for getting back to London. Vital business affairs. This will have to do instead. HARKER: I remember. You was mad to get back to England. PALMERDALE: Was I? HARKER: I remember on the bridge, when the fog was coming down, Captain begging for permission to slow down, you telling him full ahead and damn the consequences. He should have slowed her, ignored you anyway. PALMERDALE: It was his duty to obey my orders. HARKER: He was old and weak. He was scared he'd never get another ship. PALMERDALE: Do as I tell you and you'll be well paid. HARKER: And when she struck it was get the owner away and the owner's fancy woman and the owner's fine friend. Never mind the poor sailors. PALMERDALE: I'll have no more of this. There's no time. HARKER: They're dad because of you. PALMERDALE: Harker, get off! SKINSALE: Don't be such a damn fool, man. Harker! DOCTOR: Let go, Harker! HARKER: There are good seamen dad because of you! You deserve to die. DOCTOR: Come on, sit down. Sit down. All that can wait. Gentlemen, I've got news for you. This lighthouse is under attck, and by morning we might all be dad. Anyone interested? REUBEN: Time that boiler was stoked, boy. VINCE: 'Ere, Reuben. You don't really think what happened before, back in the twenties, you don't really think it's happening again, do you? REUBEN: There's three of us, there were three of them. Two dad and one mad, and Ben's dad, isn't he? Boiler, boy. Hey, you're shaking too much to lift a shovel. You stay here, boy. I'll do it. VINCE: If you're sure. I'll do it if you like. DOCTOR: Understand this. No one, but no one, is to leave this lighthouse for any reason. Is that clear? PALMERDALE: No, it's not clear. Mysterious mumbo-jumbo. Just what is this thr*at that's supposed to be lurking outside? REUBEN: You've seen it, then. The Beast's back. SKINSALE: What beast? REUBEN: There's always death on this rock when the Beast's about. PALMERDALE: Preposterous rubbish. What is the fool saying? REUBEN: I'm saying it's happened before, it'll happen again. PALMERDALE: Superstitious idiot. If we're expected to take notice of some fisherman's tale LEELA: Silence! You will do as the Doctor instructs, or I will cut out your heart. DOCTOR: You heard what she said. LEELA: Doctor, it's getting cold again. DOCTOR: Are you sure? LEELA: Yes. Last time it came like this, like a cold wave. DOCTOR: I believe you're right. SKINSALE: I don't feel anything. DOCTOR: Leela's senses are particularly acute, and if she says it's getting colder, it's getting colder! ADELAIDE: What's going on? SKINSALE: Nothing for you to worry about, Adelaide. ADELAIDE: I don't understand. Lord Palmerdale, what is happening? PALMERDALE: Nothing, my dear. Absolutely nothing is happening here. SKINSALE: What the devil is that?	{"type": "series", "show": "Doctor Who", "episode": "15x02 - Horror of Fang Rock - part 2"}	foreverdreaming
HORROR OF FANG ROCK BY: TERRANCE DICKS Part Three Original Air Date: 17 September 1977 Running time: 23:12 DOCTOR: Reuben? LEELA: It must have taken Reuben, like the other. DOCTOR: Don't talk to any strangers. ADELAIDE: But what was that ghastly scream? PALMERDALE: Oh, control yourself. SKINSALE: Come along, there's no cause for alarm. ADELAIDE: Something terrible has happened, I know it. It was in my stars. I should have listened to Miss Nethercott. SKINSALE: Oh, come now. That's absolute nonsense. You're overwrought. Come along now, pull yourself together. You'll be all right. PALMERDALE: Harker! Where are you going? HARKER (OOV.): Below. PALMERDALE: Insubordinate ruffian. If there is something on this rock, we should stick together. SKINSALE: What, on the principle that it may satisfy its appetite before it reaches you, eh? ADELAIDE: Oh, stop it! PALMERDALE: Fool. Now look what you've done. HARKER: Doctor? Where are you? HARKER: Hello? Doctor, are you there? Doctor? HARKER: Reuben? Is something wrong? Reuben? REUBEN: Leave me be. HARKER: Are you all right, man? HARKER: Doctor? Ahoy there! SKINSALE: There, they've repaired the lights. It's all right. There's nothing to worry about. PALMERDALE: Listen! SKINSALE: What? PALMERDALE: There's someone outside. ADELAIDE: Oh, Colonel, please PALMERDALE: Shush. SKINSALE: Hello? Doctor? Harker? Oh. It's all right. It's just the old chap. PALMERDALE: Eh? SKINSALE: The keeper. PALMERDALE: What was that cry? Did he say? SKINSALE: He went straight on up. Looked done in, I thought. Adelaide, you ought to lie down. ADELAIDE: Up in that room? Alone? Have you taken leave of your senses? DOCTOR: Well, there's nothing out there now. Were you calling? HARKER: Yes, sir. DOCTOR: Get that door shut. Do you know what I think? LEELA: That the creature klled Reuben. DOCTOR: Probably, probably. HARKER: Reuben's all right, miss. DOCTOR: This electrical LEELA: What did you say? HARKER: I said Reuben's all right. I've just seen him. LEELA: Are you certain? DOCTOR: Got it! U by Q over R. LEELA: Doctor, did you hear that? DOCTOR: Shush. LEELA: What are you doing? DOCTOR: Thinking. DOCTOR: Yes, it's certainly been here. You see, in the space surrounding an electrically charged body there occurs an electric potential which is proportional to the charge Q, and inversely proportional to the distance R from the centre. Where is he? HARKER: What? LEELA: Who? DOCTOR: Reuben. I thought you said you'd seen him. HARKER: Er, yes, sir, going up stairs, looking as if he'd seen a ghost. DOCTOR: Then why didn't you tell me? HARKER: I told miss, sir. DOCTOR: Why am I standing here wasting my time trying to work out its size? HARKER: I don't know, sir. DOCTOR: If Reuben's seen it, he can tell us. LEELA: That is what I thought, but of course I am only a savage. DOCTOR: Come on, savage. Harker? HARKER: Yes? DOCTOR: Try and find some way to secure that door, hmm? HARKER: Yes, sir. PALMERDALE: I don't suppose in your service in the Engineers they taught you anything useful, like how to operate one of these gadgets, Jimmy? SKINSALE: Do you suppose if they did, I'd send a message for you? PALMERDALE: We could make a klling, old boy. I'd split the profit. SKINSALE: I'd be ruined, and you know it. You seem to think that money's the only thing DOCTOR: Where's Reuben? PALMERDALE: Reuben. SKINSALE: Well, he was out there a short while ago. Looked a bit groggy, I thought. DOCTOR: Groggy? SKINSALE: Yes. ADELAIDE: Doctor, what was that terrible cry? DOCTOR: Thank you very much. Come on, Leela. ADELAIDE: Well, really. His manners are quite insufferable. SKINSALE: Things on his mind, by the look of him, eh, Henry? PALMERDALE: We all have. ADELAIDE: As for the girl, I think she's tied to him by a piece of string. SKINSALE: Where do you suppose his Lordship's gone? ADELAIDE: Is it important? None of us can leave this dreadful place. SKINSALE: Some men make me nervous when I'm with them. Salisbury, Bonar Law. With your employer, it's the opposite effect. I get nervous when he's out of my sight. ADELAIDE: Oh, Colonel, you're not leaving me all alone. SKINSALE: It's all right. Back in a tick. DOCTOR: Reuben? Reuben, are you in there? DOCTOR (OOV.): Can you hear me? DOCTOR (OOV.): Reuben, open the door. I want to talk to you. DOCTOR: Solid oak. LEELA: Why does he not answer? DOCTOR: Because he's not listening. LEELA: Not listening? DOCTOR: Shock can close the mind, Leela. He could be like that for hours. Days, even. LEELA: Days? What are you going to do? DOCTOR: Someone's got to keep this place running. Go and tell Harker to stay where he is and keep the boiler pressure up. LEELA: Keep the boiler pressure up. Keep the boiler pressure up. Keep the PALMERDALE: So, it's a lonely life you chaps lead here, eh? VINCE: You get used to it, sir. PALMERDALE: I suppose they don't pay you too well, either. VINCE: Oh, it's not so bad. You get your keep and it's steady work. PALMERDALE: Still, you'd not be averse to earning a little extra, say fifty pounds? VINCE: Fifty pounds! PALMERDALE: I have to get a message to London rather urgently. I assume you know how to use that equipment downstairs? VINCE: Yes, sir, but it's the official telegraph. PALMERDALE: Look, when I say fifty pounds, I mean fifty pounds now. It's all I happen to be carrying. There'll be as much again for you when I get back to London. VINCE: A hundred pound! That be a fortune. I don't want to get mixed up in nothing wrong. PALMERDALE: Look, I'm a businessman. How could there be anything wrong? PALMERDALE: Here's the message. I've written it in code. DOCTOR (OOV.): Vince? PALMERDALE: Don't worry, nothing's wrong. DOCTOR (OOV.): Vince! VINCE: Yes, sir? PALMERDALE: (quietly) Remember, say nothing. DOCTOR: You all right? VINCE: Yes, I'm fine. DOCTOR: Good. I want to talk to you, Vince. HARKER: There. That ought to do the trick, eh, miss? LEELA: Solid oak. HARKER: Hickory, more likely, miss. LEELA: Oh, Harker, I have a message from the Doctor. He said Reuben will not answer, so you must stay here and keep the boy pressure up. HARKER: Er, boiler pressure, miss? LEELA: That is what I said. HARKER: Right you are, miss. VINCE: What do you reckon Reuben saw, Doctor? DOCTOR: I don't know, Vince, but I think we'll find out by sunrise. VINCE: Well, if it's the Beast come back, well, last time they found two of the keepers dad and t'other mad with fear. Well, Ben's dad, in't he? Reuben's mad. There's only me left now. DOCTOR: That's superstitious nonsense, Vince. VINCE: Is it? Look what happened to Ben! DOCTOR: There are eight of us here. If it attcks again, we'll be ready and waiting. All the advantage is with us. Eight to one. ADELAIDE: You've no right to say such things, Colonel. Lord Palmerdale has always been the kindest and most considerate of employers. SKINSALE: Oh, to you, no doubt, though my experience of him has been somewhat different. ADELAIDE: You have enjoyed his friendship. Indeed, more than just his friendship. He's been most generous to you as I now know. SKINSALE: A sprat to catch a mackerel. ADELAIDE: What is that supposed to mean? SKINSALE: He intends to make far more money out of me than I've ever had from him. ADELAIDE: Oh, nonsense. SKINSALE: Oh, it's true. ADELAIDE: Lord Palmerdale is already a millionaire. How could you possibly bring him further financial advantage? SKINSALE: Because your precious employer is a crook and a skunk, my dear, with no scruples about destroying my honour. ADELAIDE: How dare you! I refuse to listen to another word. Furthermore, I shall find his Lordship and tell him just what a perfidious so-called friend you are! SKINSALE: I thought you might. LEELA: Reuben? Reuben, hear me. If you do not unlock this door now, I shall smash it down. Do you understand? LEELA (OOV.): Reuben! DOCTOR: So then, Harker keeps the boiler stoked, and you stay on the siren. VINCE: All right, Doctor, if you think that's best. DOCTOR: I do. VINCE: You sure it'd be no good me having a word with Reuben? DOCTOR: No, no, no. You stay here, Vince. Do what you've got to do. DOCTOR: Stay here, Vince. LEELA: Come out, old one! LEELA: You do not want the old one? DOCTOR: He'll come out when he's ready. ADELAIDE: Is his Lordship up here? DOCTOR: No. There's no one in the lamp room except the keeper. Go back to the crew room. ADELAIDE: I must find him. DOCTOR: Get back to the crew room! DOCTOR: The Malicious Damage Act 1861 covers lighthouses. LEELA: What? DOCTOR: Nothing. VINCE: He's gone, sir. Your Lordship? DOCTOR: Leela, get Harker up here, then try and find Palmerdale. LEELA: The cowardly one? DOCTOR (OOV.): Yes. ADELAIDE: Doctor! DOCTOR: Shush. SKINSALE: What's all this about, Doctor? DOCTOR: Survival, Colonel. SKINSALE: Survival? DOCTOR: Yes. Yours, mine, all of us. SKINSALE: Oh, this mysterious beast that eats lighthouse keepers. DOCTOR: Do you find that difficult to accept, Colonel? SKINSALE: Oh come, Doctor, I'm a man of intelligence, of education. DOCTOR: Quite so, quite so, and I don't believe in mythical sea creatures either. ADELAIDE: Then why do you suggest that we're in danger? DOCTOR: Because somewhere out there is a hostile alien from a distant planet, and I believe it intends to destroy us. SKINSALE: A hostile alien from a distant planet? DOCTOR: Yes. ADELAIDE: You call yourself a doctor? That's the most insane suggestion I've heard in my life. LEELA: Doctor, I cannot find the cowardly one. DOCTOR: I've never been more serious, Colonel. We are facing an enemy of greater power than you can dream of. SKINSALE: I do appreciate the scientific romanticism of Mister Wells, Doctor, but HARKER: Yes? DOCTOR: Herbert may have a few unimportant facts wrong, but his basic supposition is sound enough. HARKER: Doctor? DOCTOR: You think your little speck in the galaxy's the only one with intelligent life, hmm? Yes? (listens) How very interesting. ADELAIDE: What's interesting? DOCTOR: That was Vince. ADELAIDE: What's happened? DOCTOR: He says he thinks Lord Palmerdale's fallen from the lamp gallery. SKINSALE: Fallen? But the railing. You can't, well, he can't have fallen. DOCTOR: I agree. The question is, do we go out and see? SKINSALE: Well, of course! I mean (pause) You really believe in this thing, don't you. DOCTOR: I do. Leela, stay here. Come on. ADELAIDE: I told him we shouldn't have come, but he wouldn't listen. He laughed when I said Miss Nethercott had seen tragedy in my stars. LEELA: In your stars? ADELAIDE: If only we'd stayed in Deauville. I knew something ghastly would happen. Her predictions are never wrong. LEELA: I understand. She is your shaman. ADELAIDE: What? No, Miss Nethercott is an astrologer. The finest. I consult her every month. LEELA: A waste of time. I too used to believe in magic, but the Doctor has taught me about science. It is better to believe in science. DOCTOR: Harker, secure the door. Come with me, Skinsale. LEELA: Shush. ADELAIDE: Oh, no! LEELA: Quiet! Has she never seen death before? ADELAIDE: I can't bear it! SKINSALE: Adelaide, come along. You must be brave. Adelaide. ADELAIDE: Take your hands off me! You did it! You klled him! SKINSALE: Me? Oh, don't be so ridiculous. ADELAIDE: You went out after him, you followed him and then you pushed him. SKINSALE: I was never in the lamp room. ADELAIDE: Then where were you! SKINSALE: True, I followed him, but only to find out what he was up to. ADELAIDE: You did it, I know you did it. LEELA: Enough! DOCTOR: And what was he up to? SKINSALE: He was trying to bribe that young keeper to telegraph a message to his brokers. DOCTOR: Ah. And so you came down here and wrecked the telegraph. SKINSALE: It was the only way I could think of stopping him. I'd have been dishonoured, ruined. DOCTOR: Of course. So to protect your honour, you've put all our lives in danger. SKINSALE: What? ADELAIDE: You mean we've no way of contacting the mainland now? DOCTOR: Oh, no. We're on our own now. HARKER: Hello, shipmate. HARKER: How are you feeling now? SKINSALE: I did not harm him, Adelaide. I swear it. ADELAIDE: Then who did? SKINSALE: I don't know. Harker, perhaps. ADELAIDE: Harker? SKINSALE: Why not? He attcked Henry earlier, blamed him for wrecking the ship. ADELAIDE: That's absurd. SKINSALE: It's no more absurd than thinking that I might have DOCTOR: mrder him? I wish you had. ADELAIDE: What do you mean? DOCTOR: Well, if you had mrder Palmerdale, everything would have been so much simpler. Unfortunately, he was dad before he ht the ground. SKINSALE: What? DOCTOR: Electrocuted. He was klled by a massive electric shock, in exactly the same way the keeper was. SKINSALE: In the lamp gallery? That's not possible. That would mean that this creature can climb sheer walls. DOCTOR: Oh, not only can it climb sheer walls, it's amphibious, it has some affinity with electricity and the technological ability to adapt its environment to optimum thermal levels. Are you following me? SKINSALE: No. DOCTOR: It likes the cold. DOCTOR: Not enough data to place the species. LEELA: Yes? DOCTOR: But heat might be a method of defence. LEELA: That was Vince. He said the boiler pressure has fallen, and the siren will not sound. DOCTOR: Harker. ADELAIDE: Oh, no! DOCTOR: Get her out of here! LEELA: Like the others? DOCTOR: Yes. DOCTOR: Rigor mortis. LEELA: What is that? DOCTOR: He's been d*ad for hours. LEELA: But that is not possible. He was in his room. DOCTOR: Not Reuben. LEELA: But he was! I saw him. DOCTOR: The chameleon factor, sometimes called lycanthropy. Leela, I've made a terrible mistake. I thought I'd locked the enemy out. Instead, I've locked it in, with us.	{"type": "series", "show": "Doctor Who", "episode": "15x03 - Horror of Fang Rock - part 3"}	foreverdreaming
HORROR OF FANG ROCK BY: TERRANCE DICKS Part Four Original Air Date: 24 September 1977 Running time: 23:49 VINCE: Reuben! You all right now? You shouldn't have come up here. I'll hang on till morning. You go and get some sleep. VINCE: No, no. LEELA: This alien must have great power to change its shape at will. DOCTOR: It has. But it needed to study the human life pattern first. LEELA: That is why it took the engineer. DOCTOR: Organic restructuring is elementary physiology for Time Lords. LEELA: Then there is nothing we can do. DOCTOR: What? LEELA: Well, if this creature is a Time Lord DOCTOR: No, not a Time Lord. Elementary physiology for us is something that lesser species might master after a few thousand centuries. LEELA: Oh. Then we have nothing to worry about. DOCTOR: We don't? LEELA: No. You will easily dispose of this primitive creature, Doctor. You are a Time Lord. DOCTOR: Yes, but it took Reuben's form for a reason. LEELA: To kll us stealthily, one by one. Doctor! DOCTOR: What is it? LEELA: Suppose we pretend that we still think Reuben is Reuben, and not the alien, then we can get close enough to it and kll it. DOCTOR: No, no, no, no. We can't. If we got within touching distance of it, we're dad. It packs too many volts. LEELA: What is it? DOCTOR: It's some kind of power relay. LEELA: Does it belong to the alien? DOCTOR: Yes, yes. Rule one after surviving a crash landing, set up distress beacon. To do that it would have needed a power source. That's why it came here. There must be a signal modulator somewhere, transmitting. To whom? To it's own kind. Leela, get the surviving humans to the lamp room. LEELA: To the lamp room. DOCTOR: Yes, that's the easiest place to defend. LEELA: Oh, but Doctor, where shall we look for this mognal sigulator? DOCTOR: I'll do the looking. Hurry, there isn't much time. ADELAIDE: Do keep still! It's like some terrible dream. SKINSALE: Pity it's not a dream. We'd stand a chance of waking up. SKINSALE: Is Harker dad? LEELA: Yes. Like the others. The creature has got into the lighthouse. Now we must fight for our lives. SKINSALE: Come on, Adelaide, drink this. Come on, drink it. LEELA: Hurry. The Doctor wants us to go to the lamp room. SKINSALE: Why the lamp room? LEELA: It is the easiest place to defend ourselves. SKINSALE: Right. Come on, Adelaide. ADELAIDE: No. SKINSALE: Come on. ADELAIDE: No. SKINSALE: Come along. LEELA: Back! Back! Get back! LEELA: Run! Run! SKINSALE: Adelaide, Doctor. It's got Adelaide. DOCTOR: Where's Leela? LEELA: Doctor, the creature! Behind us. We must find wapon. DOCTOR: Shush. Now listen. When you reach the service room, you'll find a locker full of maroons. I want you to break them open and scatter the powder down the lamp room stairs. Vince'll help you. Off you go. SKINSALE: Right. LEELA: It's coming. DOCTOR: May I help you? Having trouble, Reuben, hmm? Not easy holding a human form sab, is it. REUBEN: No longer necessary. We can abandon this ridiculous shape. DOCTOR: Good idea. You'll find it a lot comfier. SKINSALE: Just like the others. LEELA: Then there is nothing we can do. The maroons. SKINSALE: This terrible thing will destroy us all. Poor chap. LEELA: You must forget him now. LEELA: It is time for us to fight. LEELA: Listen. DOCTOR: Now I remember. Reuben the Rutan. RUTAN: You know our form? DOCTOR: Well, when you've seen one Rutan, you've seen them all. RUTAN: We are a Rutan scout. We are specially trained in the new metamorphosis techniques. DOCTOR: Well, I expect you'll get better at it in time. What are you doing in this part of the galaxy anyway? RUTAN: That doesn't concern you. You are to be destroyed. DOCTOR: Got it! You're at last losing that interminable wr with the Sontarans. RUTAN: That is a lie! DOCTOR: Is it? You used to control the whole of the Mutter's Spiral once. Now the Sontarans have driven you to the far fringes of the galaxy. RUTAN: The glorious Rutan army is making a series of strategic withdrawals to selected strong points. DOCTOR: Rutan, that's the empty rhetoric of a defeated dictator, and I don't like your face, either. RUTAN: Your mockery will end with your race, Earthling, when the mighty Rutan battle fleet occupies this planet. DOCTOR: Why invde an obscure planet like Earth? It's of no value to you. RUTAN: The planet is obscure, but its strategic position is sound. We shall use it as a launch point for our final asault on the Sontaran rabble. DOCTOR: But if you set up a power base here, the Sontarans will bmb it with photonic mssile. RUTAN: That is unimportant. It will serve the cause of our final glorious victory. DOCTOR: And what about its people? RUTAN: Primitive bipeds of no value. We scouted all the planets of this solar system. Only this one suits our purpose. DOCTOR: I can understand your military purposes, but why mrder a hatful of harmless humans? RUTAN: It is necessary. Til we return to our mother ship, and the mother ship informs the fleet, no one must know of our visit to Earth. DOCTOR: But you crashed, didn't you, just as you made your discovery. You failed. RUTAN: Failed? We are sending a signal to the mother ship with the power from the primitive mechanism below. DOCTOR: You're not, you know. RUTAN: It's of no importance. The ship will home in on the primary signal. DOCTOR: I'm sorry to disappoint you. I fixed that as well, oyster face. RUTAN: All your interference is useless. The beam was transmitting long enough for the mother ship to trace the signal. DOCTOR: You can't be certain. RUTAN: It will come. DOCTOR: But by then, you'll be dad. RUTAN: What could you Earthlings possibly do to us? DOCTOR: Well, if you'll just step this way, I'll show you. LEELA: Here he comes! DOCTOR: I've brought someone to see you. Give me one of those fuses, quickly. SKINSALE: Is this advisable, Doctor? DOCTOR: Probably not, but we've no choice. I'm so sorry to bother you. Could you oblige me with a light? SKINSALE: A what? DOCTOR: A match. SKINSALE: Oh yes, of course, here. DOCTOR: Thank you. Move over. LEELA: How did you hold it back on the stairs? DOCTOR: Oh, a little militant chit-chat. DOCTOR: What kept you? RUTAN: The time for talk is over. DOCTOR: Correct. LEELA: Where is it? Have you klled the thing? DOCTOR: Unlikely. SKINSALE: That's the most horrible thing I've ever seen. What the devil is it? DOCTOR: It's an intelligent, highly aggressive species from Ruta Three. LEELA: Was it a sea creature? DOCTOR: It evolved in the sea, adapted to land. Any more gn, Colonel? LEELA: We are lucky that it fears flame. DOCTOR: Well, Ruta Three is an icy planet. Its inhabitants find heat intensely painful. Now, if we had a flame-thrower. SKINSALE: Well, there is this, Doctor. DOCTOR: What? SKINSALE: I carried it up from the service room. It looks like a kind of mortar. DOCTOR: It's an early Schermuly. SKINSALE: An early Schermuly? DOCTOR: Yes, an early Schermuly. A Schermuly box that fires a rocket and line. SKINSALE: A projectile wapon. DOCTOR: Yes. It won't do, though. Stay calm, Skinsale. DOCTOR: Here, take this. SKINSALE: Right, got it. DOCTOR: Loaded with a few odds and ends it should cover the stairs. Empty your pockets, and mine. DOCTOR: Of course, it's not just this Rutan I'm worried about, it's the others. SKINSALE: Others? DOCTOR: Yes. SKINSALE: You mean to say there are more of these beasts? DOCTOR: There's a whole battle fleet out there. By the time the Rutans and the Sontarans SKINSALE: Sontarans? DOCTOR: Yes. By the time they've finished with it, this planet'll be like a cinder hanging in space. SKINSALE: You mean to say that there's a whole battle fleet coming here? DOCTOR: Yes. Unless, of course, we could knock out both the mother ship and the scout ship. If we could do that, they just might conclude that this section of space was too dangerous. LEELA: How can we do that? DOCTOR: I don't know. We've nothing here that would stop a Rutan spaceship in its tracks. Rutan ships have a crystalline infrastructure, you see. Shielded, of course. Still, landing on a planet like this, they might just cut off the energy fields to save power. No, I'd need an amplified carbon oscillator. LEELA: What is an am, what did you say? DOCTOR: It's like a laser beam but much more destructive. SKINSALE: A laser beam? DOCTOR: Yes. LEELA: Yes, that's some kind of very powerful light, isn't it, Doctor? DOCTOR: Well, yes, put in it's simplest terms. LEELA: Why don't we use this? DOCTOR: What? LEELA: This. DOCTOR: That? Are you suggesting I convert the carbon arc beam? LEELA: Well, obviously. DOCTOR: Leela, that's a beautiful notion. Unfortunately I'd need a focusing device, a fairly large piece of crystalline carbon. LEELA: Crystallised carbon? SKINSALE: A diamond. DOCTOR: Yes. DOCTOR: No, that's too small. I'd need a much bigger one for the primary beam oscillator. SKINSALE: Palmerdale. DOCTOR: What? SKINSALE: Palmerdale. He always carried diamonds. DOCTOR: He did? SKINSALE: He called them his insurance. DOCTOR: The crew room. SKINSALE: Yes. DOCTOR: Yes. Yes. Well, let's get this working first. DOCTOR: Are you sure you've got it? LEELA: Mmm hmm. DOCTOR: Good. SKINSALE: Doctor, I'm coming with you. DOCTOR: That's not necessary. SKINSALE: I want to. You'll need someone. DOCTOR: All right. Remember, Leela, don't fre until you see the green of its tentacles. LEELA: Doctor, how are you going to get past the Rutan? DOCTOR: With discretion. Come on, Colonel. DOCTOR: (quietly) Hurry. Hurry! DOCTOR: (quietly) Body belt. Body belt! DOCTOR (OOV.): Ready, Leela? LEELA: Yes. DOCTOR (OOV.): Now! LEELA: Are you all right? DOCTOR: You singed my scarf. LEELA: And the Colonel? DOCTOR: dad with honour. LEELA: Then at least we have avenged him. DOCTOR: Yes. LEELA: And the diamond? LEELA: It is here, Doctor. I did it! Finished! RUTAN: Your triumph will be short, Earthling. Our mother ship will blast this island into molten rock. LEELA: Empty thrat, Rutan. Enjoy your death as I enjoyed klling you. RUTAN: We die for the glory of our race. Long live the Rutan empire! DOCTOR (OOV.): Leela? Leela! LEELA: They are hard to k*ll, these Rutans. DOCTOR: Been celebrating, have you? LEELA: It is fitting to celebrate the death of an enemy. DOCTOR: Not in my opinion. I haven't got time to discuss morality. Look out there. LEELA: Is that the Rutan mother ship? DOCTOR: It is. When it gets within range, this will lock onto its carbon resonator and knock out its anti-grav, I hope. We've got about a hundred and seventeen seconds to get out of here. Understand? LEELA: Perfectly. DOCTOR: Good. So when I switch on, you run for it, all right? LEELA: Yes. It's getting nearer, Doctor. DOCTOR: Come on. Whatever you do, don't look back. I said don't look back! Let's go. Now! DOCTOR: Leela, come on! DOCTOR: Leela! DOCTOR (OOV.): Leela! LEELA: Come on! DOCTOR: That'll teach them. DOCTOR: I thought I told you not to look back. LEELA: Slay me, Doctor. DOCTOR: What? LEELA: I'm blind. Slay me now. It is the fate of the old and crippled. DOCTOR: You're neither old nor crippled. The effects of the flash will pass. LEELA: You are sure? DOCTOR: Mmm. Blink. That's interesting. LEELA: What is? DOCTOR: Pigmentation dispersal caused by the flash. Your eyes have changed colour. Leela, stop blinking now. Let's go. LEELA: What colour are they? DOCTOR: Blue. 'Aye, though we hunted high and low, and hunted everywhere.' LEELA: What? DOCTOR: The Ballad of Flannan Isle, by Wilfred Gibson. LEELA: Who? DOCTOR: Wilfred Gibson. 'Aye, though we hunted high and low, and hunted everywhere, of the three men's fate we found no trace' DOCTOR (OOV.): 'In any time, in any place. But a door ajar and an untouched needle and an over-toppled chair.'	{"type": "series", "show": "Doctor Who", "episode": "15x04 - Horror of Fang Rock - part 4"}	foreverdreaming
THE INVISIBLE ENEMY BY BOB BAKER AND DAVE MARTIN Part One Original Air Date: 1 October 1977 Running time: 23:09 An asteroid field with a shuttle very cautiously and wobblingly entering. A wider sht of the asteroid field with the shuttle moving more confidently. Flying asteroids! Inside the shuttle we see Safran and Silvey in comfy chairs. Then we see Meeker at the bridge. MEEKER: Going to manual. SILVEY: What for? MEEKER: Why not? If we're going to be slammed around, I'd sooner do it myself. SILVEY: It's still telling you what to do. MEEKER: Yes, but at least I'm doing it. SILVEY: Come on, Meeker. SAFRAN: You're off course. MEEKER: Yes, sorry, skipper. SAFRAN: Put it back on atmatic, please. Meeker tries various controls and it's obvious there's a problem. MEEKER: Eh? I can't! SAFRAN: Titan shuttle captain. New course for Titan, please. He climbs up toward Meeker. SAFRAN: All right, Meeker, that is enough. MEEKER: What? SAFRAN: Off watch. Please. Safran takes the pilot's seat. MEEKER: Look, I qualified for exploration eight years ago, and what am I? Glorified garage attendant on some planetary filling station. SILVEY: Your turn'll come. You'll be glad enough of refuel bases then. MEEKER: All I'm saying is that I want a real SAFRAN: Not now, Meeker. COMPUTER: Unidentified organism. Changing course to avoid. The shuttle is caught in some kind of weird webby thing with lightning. SAFRAN: What was all that about? There's nothing there. Titan shuttle captain. Report please. Silvey turns to the others. NUCLEUS (OOV.): Contact has been made. SAFRAN: Contact? In the TARDIS Leela carries the hatstand and sets it down. The Doctor enters. LEELA: We've never been in here before. DOCTOR: You've never been in here before. LEELA: What is it? DOCTOR: Number two control room has been closed for redecoration. I don't like the colour. LEELA: White isn't a colour. DOCTOR: That's the trouble with computers. Always think in black and white. No aquamarines, no blues, no imagination. LEELA: Have we stopped? DOCTOR: No, we haven't stopped. The scanner opens. LEELA: Have we materialised? DOCTOR: Yes. LEELA: Where? DOCTOR: Solar system, between Jupiter and Saturn. About five thousand AD. Five thousand AD? We're still in the time of your ancestors. LEELA: Ancestors? DOCTOR: Yes. That was the year of the great breakout. LEELA: The great what? DOCTOR: Mmm. When your forefathers went leapfrogging across the solar system on their way to the stars. Asteroid belt's probably teeming with them now. New frontiersmen, pioneers waiting to spread across the galaxy like a tidal wave. Or a disease. LEELA: Why disease? I thought you liked humanity? DOCTOR: Oh, I do, I do. Some of my best friends are humans. When they get together in great numbers, other lifeforms sometimes suffer. The shuttle approaches Titan. We see the landing area as the shuttle comes in. Cut to a close-up of gloved hands operating the controls of the shuttle. We see the shuttle coming down from its nosecone. Then we see the shuttle land on the pad and the pad begins to sink into the ground. The hands switch off the controls. The pad rotates, with the shuttle on board. The pad begins to move carrying the shuttle with it. The space-suited crew walk through the bridge (we can see through the shuttle cockpit window beyond). COMPUTER: Docking. Docking. Contact. All locked. As the crew head through the door, they each take a blaster. They holster the blasters and go through the inner door. MAN (OOV.): Hey, are we glad to see you. Welcome to Titan. You're welcome to it. We're in the mess. Come on down. The crew head toward the doors. The first door is the wrong one, and the leader gestures to another when they hear laughter from behind it. The door slides open. MAN: Come on in. Join the party. Our last supper on Titan. Well, come on. Get your gear off and relax. You're going to be here for The crew pull their blasters and aim at the three in the mess. MAN: Hey, what kind of a joke is ... The crew fre at the men who fall to the floor dad. Safran lifts his visor. His face is covered in green scales. SAFRAN: There is one other. The station supervisor. We must find him, destroy him. SAFRAN: Then we can make this the ideal place in which to breed and multiply. LOWE: Shuttle relief crew. Shuttle relief crew. Come in, please. Shuttle relief crew, this is Supervisor Lowe. Please report. Relief crew, this is the supervisor. Where are you? He activates a remote camera monitor to see what is happening in the mess. He pans his camera around. LOWE: My God, what's happened? Hello? Hello? LOWE: What is it? What's gone wrong? SAFRAN: Wrong? There is nothing wrong. This is most suitable for our purpose. What, what purpose? Safran. Safran, is that you? What has happened? SAFRAN: Who is this Safran? Lowe looks horrified. LOWE: Mayday! Mayday! Mayday! This is Titan Base. Mayday! Mayday! Mayday! Meeker and Silvey approach through the halls and reach the supervisor's door as Lowe ducks into the IMURJINSEE EGSIT. They burn through the lock and enter the room. MEEKER: The supervisor has escaped. SAFRAN: Leave him. Let him suffocate. Safran punches the distress signal to silence it. Back in the TARDIS Leela is practicing her handwriting on chalkboard. DOCTOR: As soon as I've reset these coordinates, we'll go somewhere really interesting. LOWE (OOV.): Mayday! Mayday! Mayday! This is Titan Base. Mayday! Mayday! Mayday! LEELA: What was that? DOCTOR: Distress call. From Titan. That message took half an hour to get here. LEELA: Is Titan really interesting? DOCTOR: What does that matter? What's important is that someone needs help! We briefly see the webby thing in space again. Then the Doctor is setting controls. DOCTOR: Quadrant six two. W H I one two one two nine nine zero E X four one. What's the matter? LEELA: I'm troubled. DOCTOR: About what? LEELA: I can feel something. DOCTOR: Hey. SAFRAN (OOV.): Titan. This is Titan Base. All vessels, repeat, all vessels disregard mayday. I say again, disregard mayday. All under control. DOCTOR: There we are. SAFRAN (OOV.): Our apologies. Our apologies. LEELA: That's it! DOCTOR: That's what? LEELA: That's something evil. SAFRAN (OOV.): Titan Base out. DOCTOR: What? LEELA: It was not a human speaking. DOCTOR: It wasn't? The TARDIS gets caught in the webby stuff. There is an explsin on the console as the Doctor leans over, and he briefly glows purple. LEELA: What was that? DOCTOR: Static. Nothing important. LEELA: There was a sort of glow all around you. DOCTOR: There was? Oh. Well, a kind of Saint Elmo's fre. It happens at sea. LEELA: Saint Elmo's? DOCTOR: Yes, it causes a sort of halo effect round the masts of ships. LEELA: Halo? DOCTOR: Why do you keep repeating everything I say? You're not a parrot, are you? LEELA: Parrot? DOCTOR: Yes. A parrot's a bird that repeats things. Move over. LEELA: (deep) Move over. DOCTOR: That's it. Another explsin. LEELA: I thought you said there was nothing wrong. DOCTOR: Well, there isn't anything wrong. Well, there isn't anything important wrong, but I've got to check it, haven't I? LEELA: I can still feel it. DOCTOR: Come on, old thing. Come on. Something zaps the Doctor's eyes. He takes a step back and his vision blurs. NUCLEUS (OOV.): Contact has been made. He falls to the floor. Back on the base. SAFRAN: Incubation will start here. NUCLEUS (OOV.): Contact has been made. The nucleus has found a host. Prepare for his coming. The TARDIS materializes. Inside, Leela gets zapped in the eyes too, but it doesn't affect her. LEELA: Doctor, wake up. We've landed. We've materialised. The crew approach the TARDIS down the corridor. SAFRAN: There is one other with the host. She has been rejected. We must destroy her and dispose of her body with the rest. Take up your positions. The Doctor wakes up. DOCTOR: Hello, Lally. LEELA: Are you all right? DOCTOR: Rightly perfect, thank you yet, Lally. LEELA: What did you say? DOCTOR: I said, I'm perfectly all right, thank you, Lally. LEELA: My name is Leela. DOCTOR: Hmm? I know your name. Leela. LEELA: What happened? DOCTOR: Must have had a bot of a shik. LEELA: What? DOCTOR: A bot of a shik. LEELA: Doctor, what is it? What's the matter? DOCTOR: There's a voice or something in my head. LEELA: The evil thing. DOCTOR: Nonsense. Just a nasty turn. Come on, we're on Titan. Let's take a look. He opens the doors and walks into one of them. DOCTOR: That was odd. LEELA: Doctor, don't go out. DOCTOR: What? LEELA: It's out there. Evil! Lowe has returned to his quarters and grabs a blaster. DOCTOR: We must go. We've had a mayday. LEELA: No. I can feel it is wrong. DOCTOR: What, intuition? LEELA: I don't care what you call it, Doctor. I knew. I knew before that. Before you were affected. DOCTOR: What are you talking about, affected? LEELA: Well, before you were knocked out. DOCTOR: Leela, listen to me. I'm perfectly all right. Move over. Out in the corridor Lowe comes up behind the crew outside the TARDIS. LOWE: Drop your wapon. I'm arresting you. All of you! They turn to fre, but Lowe fires first and Silvey drops to the floor. Lowe dashes back down the corridor and goes in to a cryogenics room. SAFRAN: Close the door. Turn off the oxygen supply. The Doctor opens the outer doors, peeks out and slams them again. A moment passes and slowly he opens the door again, looking down. Cautiously he exits, Leela behind. DOCTOR: Nobody around. Not a soul. He blows a bird call. DOCTOR: Anyone home? LEELA: Doctor, look. They kneel down by Silvey's body. DOCTOR: Disregard mayday. He said disregard mayday. Why? LEELA: It is still warm. DOCTOR: Don't be gruesome. LEELA: I am a hunter. DOCTOR: You're a savage. LEELA: Perhaps. I'm not ashamed of what I am and I tell you, Doctor, I can smell danger. DOCTOR: What did you say? LEELA: I said, I can smell danger. DOCTOR: Evil again? LEELA: Everywhere. In this place. DOCTOR: We'd better find it before it finds us. LEELA: Right. DOCTOR: Stay here. LEELA: I'm no coward. They both go off in different directions, but the Doctor backs up again. DOCTOR: Now listen, whatever happens... He turns to see Leela has gone, then he sets off again. SAFRAN: Set temperature and humidity rate for optimum breeding conditions. MEEKER: Set temperature and humidity rate for optimum breeding conditions. The Doctor comes upon them. DOCTOR: Excuse me, you don't know me. Let me introduce myself. SAFRAN: There is no need. We are preparing the hives now. DOCTOR: People call me the D. Hives? SAFRAN: For the nucleus which you carry within you. DOCTOR: Are you all right? I answered your mayday. They turn to look at him. SAFRAN: You answered the call? DOCTOR: That's right, that's right. Has someone been hurt? SAFRAN: It is of no consequence. The physical envelope is of no importance. MEEKER: Of no importance. DOCTOR: What do you mean, of no importance? I just found a dad body out there. Meeker sht him in the eyes with his lightning glance. MEEKER: Now that you have arrived. DOCTOR: I have arrived. SAFRAN: All that matters is that the reject should be destroyed. DOCTOR: Reject should be destroyed. SAFRAN: And breeding begin. DOCTOR: And breeding from my nucleus begin. Out in the corridor Leela approaches the Cryogenic sekshun. She opens the door and a frozen Lowe falls out. She drags him away. Safran hands the Doctor a blaster. DOCTOR: Leela the reject will not suspect me. SAFRAN: One of us will follow. DOCTOR: That is not necessary. SAFRAN: The nucleus within you must not be harmed. MEEKER: Must not be harmed. DOCTOR: Very well. The Doctor exits followed by Meeker. In the mess Leela helps a recovered Lowe with a hot drink. LOWE: Who are you? LEELA: We answered your mayday. LOWE: They tried to kll me. The relief crew. They're insane. They've already klled these poor devils. LEELA: But why? Are they your enemies? LOWE: No. I know them. At least, I thought I did. But they've changed. LEELA: How changed? LOWE: Their eyes, their manner, their whole behaviour is different. One of them said something. LEELA: What? LOWE: Their purpose. This place will be suitable for our purpose. For our purpose, whatever that is. LEELA: The Doctor will know. He'll be here soon. DOCTOR (IN CORRIDOR): Leela? Leela, where are you? LEELA: That's him. That's the Doctor. LOWE: No, wait. It could be a trap, if they've caught him. LEELA: What are we going to do? LOWE: Hide. DOCTOR (OOV.): Don't worry, Leela, it's only me. Listen to me, Leela. There's nothing wrong with this place. It's most suitable. It's a good place. A good place. DOCTOR: Come on, Leela. I'm waiting. Please leave me. Please. I can't do it. I can't do it. MEEKER: Think of the purpose. She is a reject. She must die. DOCTOR: I can't. MEEKER: Think of the purpose! DOCTOR: I can't. MEEKER: The purpose is all important! Inside the mess Lowe makes a noise. DOCTOR: The reject is here. MEEKER: Stay. The nucleus does not wish to be harmed. I shall destroy her. DOCTOR: Yes. kll her. kll her. The door op ens and Meeker enters. Lowe points his blaster but Meeker sht it out of his hand. Meeker steps forward, not noticing Leela alongside the door. As Meeker moves into the room, Leela throws her Knfe into Meeker's back. She runs from the room as Lowe bends over toward Meeker. LOWE: Meeker, this purpose, what is it? Meeker lifts his head and zaps Lowe in the eyes, then falls d*ad. Lowe leaps up with his blaster and runs into the corridor where Leela is prowling. LOWE: Leave it to me. I know this place! He dashes off down the corridor.	{"type": "series", "show": "Doctor Who", "episode": "15x05 - The Invisible Enemy - part 1"}	foreverdreaming
THE INVISIBLE ENEMY BY BOB BAKER AND DAVE MARTIN Part Two Original Air Date: 8 October 1977 Running time: 25:13 Behind Leela, the Doctor approaches silently pointing a blaster at her back, his hand covered in wispy tendrils. NUCLEUS (OOV.): Destroy. The reject must be destroyed. kll. kll. DOCTOR (OOV.): I can't. I won't. NUCLEUS (OOV.): You must. DOCTOR: Leela. LEELA: Doctor! DOCTOR: Leela, I can't stop it. He fires but Leela ducks. DOCTOR: Got to fight it. Got to fight it. His shts go wild as he struggles against the nucleus' willpower. LEELA: Doctor, what's wrong? He collapses to the floor and drops the blaster. On his hand, the tendrils disappear. Leela runs to him. LEELA: Doctor, what was all that? DOCTOR: I'm fighting for my mind. Whatever it was that attcked Safran and the others is also affecting me. LEELA: Why not me? DOCTOR: Perhaps because. Oh! I can feel it gathering strength to attck again. LEELA: The evil one? DOCTOR: Some kind of organism that attcks the mind, the intelligence. It's trying to take me over, Leela. It's trying to change me. LEELA: No, Doctor, please. DOCTOR: I need help. I must withdraw into myself, save strength. He goes limp and silent. LEELA: Why not me? She runs off, blaster in hand. Lowe approaches Safran who raises his blaster. LOWE: No, wait. Contact has been made. LOWE: We are one, Safran. SAFRAN: Then why pursue me? LOWE: For the purpose. The Doctor has not yet succumbed to the power of the Nucleus. You will prepare the tnk for incubation. They do not suspect me yet. I will stay with them to guard the Nucleus and to destroy the reject. Leela comes running down the corridor. Lowe reacts. LOWE: Give me those. Get down! He takes Safran's goggles and pushes him to the floor. LEELA: Did you get him? LOWE: Yes, but he almost got me. My eyes caught a flash from his blaster. LEELA: Come with me. The Doctor's ill, very ill. He told me to get help. LOWE: But there are no facilities here. LEELA: Well, where, then? NUCLEUS (OOV.): You must protect the host. LOWE: The nearest place is the Centre for Alien Biomorphology. But that's in the asteroid belt. LEELA: We'll take the TARDIS. Doctor, we're taking you somewhere to get help, but we need the TARDIS. Now, where are we going? LOWE: The Bi-Al Foundation, asteroid K four zero six seven. LEELA: What are the coordinates? Doctor, what are the coordinates? DOCTOR: Vector one nine, quadrant three. Seven four three. LEELA: Seven four three. DOCTOR: Eight zero zero. They carry him off. The base is on a tiny natural satellite honeycombed with cavelike openings, a shuttle pad and a large transmitter/receiver tower. There is a medical shuttle sitting on the pad. Inside, the Doctor is already on a gurney wrapped in gold foil, and the attendants wheel him through the corridor to a body lift marked "Level 2X". They open the horizontal door and place the gurney into the lift. In the lobby Leela is attempting to handle the paperwork with the ultra- efficient nurse in green plastic entering frantically into the computer. WOMAN: Patient's name? LEELA: Er, just the Doctor. WOMAN: Place of origin? LEELA: Gallifrey. WOMAN: Ireland? LEELA: Oh, I expect so. WOMAN: Thank you, that's all we need for now. LEELA: But where is he? WOMAN: Level X4, Isolation, being datalysed. LEELA: Being what? WOMAN: Datalysed. Treatment is already underway. Are you next of kin? LEELA: Oh, no. Er, yes. I don't know. I expect so. Lowe hurries in, his eyes still covered by his visor. LOWE: Where's the Doctor? LEELA: They've taken him away to level X4. LOWE: X4? WOMAN: Isolation. What's your trouble? LOWE: Blaster flash. Accident. WOMAN: Eye section straight through. They'll deal with you there. LOWE: (to Leela) I'll find you later. LEELA: Can I be with the Doctor? WOMAN: Not until Professor Marius has had a chance to examine him. LEELA: Marius? WOMAN: He's our specialist in extraterrestrial pathological endomorphisms. LEELA: Oh. WOMAN: Wait over there, please. Inside the lab, Marius rises from K9. MARIUS: Blithering idiots, the pair of you. This man is in a self-induced coma. There's absolutely nothing wrong with the fellow. Oh, look at him. MARIUS: He's probably one of those good-for-nothing spaceniks. Now, why have I been sent for? Tell me that. Why? Complete and utter waste of time. PARSONS: Excuse me, sir. MARIUS: What, what, what, what, what? PARSONS: K9 indicates that the, the patient is not a member of the human race! MARIUS: Nonsense. PARSONS: Well, see for yourself. Look, two hearts. Symbiotic, self-renewing cell structure. MARIUS: Is this right, K9? K9: (for it is he) Affirmative, master. MARIUS: Is he now. Point of origin? K9: Beyond the solar system. MARIUS: Thank you, K9. K9: Master. MARIUS: Nurse, let's get an encephalograph out on him, hmm? MARIUS: Well, well, what is it? K9: Unidentified viral type infection with noetic characteristics, at present seated in the mind-brain interface and therefore having no ascertainable mass or structure, master. MARIUS: Interesting. Most interesting. It isn't every night that we come up with a brand new infection, is it, Parsons? PARSONS: No, sir. DOCTOR: Hello. MARIUS: Good evening. DOCTOR: Find anything? MARIUS: Not yet, my boy, but we will, we will. He pushes the Doctor back down. MARIUS: Ah, Doctor, I see. DOCTOR: Yes. What have you found? MARIUS: Cataleptic trance? DOCTOR: Yes. MARIUS: Self-induced. DOCTOR: Yes. MARIUS: Ha. Why? DOCTOR: Self-preservation. Whatever it is I'm suffering from seems to thrive on intellectual activity. MARIUS: Oh, I see. You mean that the harder you think, the more of a grip it seems to take? DOCTOR: Yes. Non-thinking is the only way to shake it off, but I can't stay mindless for eternity, can I. MARIUS: Oh, no, I take your point, I take your point. Now my computer here, he's DOCTOR: Ah. Hello. K9: Hello. DOCTOR: How are you? MARIUS: Well, he seems to think that it's noetic in character, that means it's only detectable during consciousness. DOCTOR: I know what noetic means. MARIUS: I'm sorry. DOCTOR: Mind-brain interface. MARIUS: Well, if it exists. DOCTOR: But of course. How stupid. That's why it attcked the TARDIS computer first. It was showing the greatest amount of mental activity. I was just idling, so to speak. MARIUS: When was this? DOCTOR: When we were first attcked. We were on our way to Titan. I assumed it was just a static build-up. Then when I checked the computer, it jumped into my mind, and that explains why Leela was MARIUS: Hmm? DOCTOR: Why Leela was unaffected. Have you met Leela? MARIUS: No. DOCTOR: She's all instinct and intuition. MARIUS: Oh. DOCTOR: That's why the virus rejected her. Of course. I begin to see it all now. MARIUS: Well, it's possible, it's possible. Was anyone else exposed to it? DOCTOR: Yes. The entire crew on Titan. Well, one exception. The supervisor, man called Lowe. K9: Supervisor Lowe has been seen in the eye section. MARIUS: Are you sure? K9: Affirmative. MARIUS: Are you sure that he was the, oh. Oh dear, he's gone again. I want him kept under constant observation. See to it, K9. Full monitoring. K9: Affirmative, master. MARIUS: Now let's see if we can find this chap Lowe, just in case he's a carrier. Come along, Parsons. PARSONS: Coming, sir. They exit the room. In the eye sekshun. OPHTHALMOLOGIST: How did this happen? LOWE: Accident, on Titan. OPHTHALMOLOGIST: Accident? What sort of accident? He doesn't answer. OPHTHALMOLOGIST: Well, let's have a look at you. LOWE: Certainly. Slowly Lowe lifts his visor, then turns to the ophthalmologist. He zaps him with his eyes. OPHTHALMOLOGIST: Contact has been made. Leela is standing in the corridor near the body lift. She is still carrying her blaster, and she prowls the corridor as if she is looking for something. Back in the lab, K9 is performing his work. Leela comes running in. LEELA: Doctor! K9: Negative, negative, negative. No entry. No entry. LEELA: Look, whatever you are, I K9: I am K9 and I am warning you. LEELA: Look, I came to see the Doctor. I arrived with him. K9: I too have offensive capability. You have been warned. Retreat. Retreat. Patient in total isolation. Contagion risk. Retreat. Retreat. MARIUS: Who are you? LEELA: I am Leela. MARIUS: Ah, yes, of course. The Doctor's aide. LEELA: I think so. MARIUS: K9, memorise. Friend. K9: Memorised. Friend. LEELA: Is that tin thing something to do with you? MARIUS: That tin thing is my best friend and constant companion. He's a computer. You see, on Earth, I always used to have a dog. But up here, the weight penalty, well, it's just not possible. So I had K9 made up. He's very useful. He's my own personal data bank. He knows everything that I do, don't you, K9? K9: Affirmative, and more, master. MARIUS: I'm afraid there's not much I can tell you about the Doctor, yet. You know, I should like to have you scanned and datalysed, just to see why you're immune. You see, if we can isolate that factor, we can inoculate against it. You get it? LEELA: Sorry? MARIUS: Yes, perhaps it is a matter of intelligence. MARIUS: Right. Well, what about this Lowe chap? PARSONS: He was in the eye section, sir, but now he's disappeared. And the consultant. The ophthalmologist pushes Lowe down the corridor on a gurney. LOWE: Who are they? OPHTHALMOLOGIST: Doctors. Cruikshank and Hedges. LOWE: Get them here. OPHTHALMOLOGIST: Cruikshank? Hedges? Interesting case here. Come and have a look. The two come down the corridor to see. HEDGES: What is it? LOWE: Now! Lowe and the ophthalmologist sht them with their eye lightning. CRUIKSHANK: Contact has been made. HEDGES: Contact has been made. LOWE: A place has been found, most suitable for our purpose. Titan is being prepared as a hive. Meanwhile, our duty here is twofold. To guard the Nucleus, which is in the mind of one called Doctor, and to make contact with the best minds. When we leave for incubation on Titan, all rejects will be destroyed. OPHTHALMOLOGIST: Do you understand? HEDGES: (or Cruikshank) We understand. CRUIKSHANK: (or Hedges) Contact must be made. LOWE: For the purpose. Together they all stroll off. MARIUS: Virus contamination would seem to be instant and total. If there's anything unique in her metabolism, the scan will detect it. K9: Negative on immunity, master. MARIUS: There must be something! PARSONS: What if there isn't? MARIUS: But he's our only guinea pig. He's the only one with any resistance to it. I can't allow him to be taken over like those poor devils on Titan. No, if there's no immunity factor in Leela, I will just have to operate. Out in the corridor, Lowe and his party approach. MARIUS: No anaesthetics, but keep them handy. K9, monitor the brain. If he shows signs of emerging from the coma, warn me immediately. Otherwise the shock might kll him. K9: Affirmative, master. Out in the corridor. NUCLEUS (OOV.): Lowe. Lowe, I am endangered. The host is thrat. LOWE: We must act before it is destroyed. Out in space, another nearby shuttle is attcked by the webby nucleus thing. In Marius' lab, the reception nurse appears on screen. WOMAN: Emergency, all stations. All stations, emergency. Shuttle approach on collision course, out of control. All medical personnel stand by. Emergency, emergency. MARIUS: Now? Why now? PARSONS: We'll have to go, sir. MARIUS: Yes, yes, I know we have to go. K9, stay in charge. You stay with him. No one is to come into contact. Have you got that? No one. LEELA: All right. K9: Affirmative. MARIUS: Come along, Parsons! PARSONS: Coming, sir. Outside, the incoming shuttle speeds toward the tiny Bi-Al satellite. It draws closer until its nosecone comes into contact with the satellite. The impact produces an enormous sprinkly explsin. In the lab, Leela doesn't notice as the sudden jolt knocks the Doctor off the bed. He gets back into it unassisted. He rests for a moment, then jumps to attention. DOCTOR: What was that? LEELA: There's been a crash. A shuttle. They've gone to help. K9: On level below. This level now completely cut off. DOCTOR: What! Marius, Parsons and others are clearing debris from the impact area without work gloves which probably makes their hands hurt, except that it's really polystyrene and not CMU. Nearby, the ophthalmologist comes around the corner upon Lowe and the others. They raise their blasters until they realize who it is. OPHTHALMOLOGIST: That way is blocked. LOWE: We have to get to level X4. There must be other ways. HEDGES: The service shaft here. CRUIKSHANK: It will take longer. LOWE: Then hurry. Back in the lab the nurse appears again on screen. WOMAN: All available personnel to X3, to X3 accident zone. DOCTOR: I don't think that was an accident. LEELA: Why? DOCTOR: It must be something to do with whatever's in my head. (to K9) Can I have a word with you? (to Leela) Where are you going? LEELA: I think I'm needed elsewhere. DOCTOR: K9. Cloning techniques. Give me a rundown, state of the art so far. K9: Cloning. Cloning is replication, making a copy of an individual from a single cell of that individual. Clones. Clones retain characteristics of original organism. DOCTOR: Go on, go on. K9: Successful experiments first carried out in the year thirty nine twenty two. DOCTOR: Thirty nine twenty two. Oh good. MARIUS: If these two unfortunates have contracted the virus, we must assume that they all have. But if we attempt treatment, the disease will spread like wildfire and wipe out the entire Foundation. Everybody back. Clear the area. Get everybody out of here. I want the whole section cryogenically cocooned until we find out more about the nature of this virus. Get out the helium pumps. MAN: Yes, sir. They exit. MARIUS: Parsons, come with me. Elsewhere, Lowe's party climb off the lift to find Leela waiting. They exchange blaster fre. LOWE: Destroy her! That's the reject! LEELA: Reject yourself. Inside the lab . DOCTOR: Hurry, K9, hurry. K9: At present, cloning procedure is possible, but unreliable. Outside, Marius' people arrive outside the lab. LEELA: It's Lowe. He's got the disease. Get inside quick. I'll cover you. Back inside. K9: Replicants do not maintain their existence for long because of possible unsolved psychic stress problems. DOCTOR: How long? How long? K9: Longest recorded clone life, ten mi... Marius switches off K9. MARIUS: Ten minutes, fifty five seconds. DOCTOR: Professor Marius, could you clone me? MARIUS: Certainly. The Kilbracken technique is very simple. But it's a circus trick. It's of no medical value. DOCTOR: Could you clone me now? MARIUS: Now? DOCTOR: Yes. Because if you don't clone me now and the virus gets to me, it'll take the whole centre with it. Leela is pinned down. She throws her Knfe to distract them. Lowe signals to go around the corridor, and Leela surprises them by tumbling quickly past and straight into the lab. The door closes behind her. LEELA: Can't hold them off any more. Out of ammniton. MARIUS: K9? K9: Master. MARIUS: Ka lay lee! K9: Affirmative. LEELA: What does that mean? MARIUS: He knows. K9 approaches the infected crewmembers, takes a few shts of blaster fre, and fires his own nose at one of the specialists who falls to the floor. LOWE: We'll never get through this way. Is there a visiphone? OPHTHALMOLOGIST: In my office. DOCTOR: Hurry, Marius. Hurry. MARIUS: Now, you must realise, Doctor, this is not in any real sense a clone, but a short-lived carbon-based imprint. A sort of three dimensional photograph. DOCTOR: Leela. I shall need Leela. MARIUS: Leela? Why? Why Leela? LEELA: What does he mean, he needs me? MARIUS: Ah, it must be because you are immune. I think he wants you cloned as well. LEELA: But what will happen to me? The real me? MARIUS: Nothing. Nothing at all. LEELA: But you said it was just short-lived. MARIUS: Oh, yes. A permanent clonal copy is theoretically possible, but it would take years to achieve because of the experiental gap. Now, you see, in this way, we manage to transfer both heredity and experience, but the transfer is unstable. LEELA: What? MARIUS: Well, it means that your photocopy twin will deteriorate and expire after a maximum life of ten or eleven minutes. LEELA: Oh, well, in that case, if you do not mind, I will not stay to see. MARIUS: Just as you wish. LEELA: Oh, Professor? MARIUS: Yes? Now what? LEELA: If you need me, I shall be with K9. MARIUS: Yes, yes, yes, yes. He goes into the chamber, puts something on the floor. Parsons operates a switch and inside the chamber appear clones of the Doctor and Leela. The Doctor clone opens the chamber door and exits, and heads for the lab door. MARIUS: Doctor, where are you going? Where are you going? The Doctor stands and doesn't say a word. MARIUS: Where are you going? He stops by the door and rubs his head. DOCTOR: Just you trust me, Professor. Just trust me. Leela sits out in the corridor next to K9. The Doctor walks by. LEELA: Doctor? Which one was that? K9: That was the Doctor two. LEELA: Can you explain? K9: Affirmative. The Kilbracken cloning technique replicates from the single cell as a short-lived carbon copy. Efficacy of individuation not completely guaranteed. LEELA: Can you explain simply? K9: Negative. Lowe comes upon an uninfected medic. OPHTHALMOLOGIST: Medic. He turns and they zap him with lightning. Back in the lab the Doctor's face is now covered in scales, and his body is strapped to the bed. NUCLEUS (OOV.): Release this body. You cannot prevail. I am the One. It is my purpose. It is my destiny. Let me go, you fools. NURSE: Shall we sedate him? MARIUS: Not yet, not yet. PARSONS: But the danger of contagion, sir. MARIUS: No, Parsons, we would all have caught it by now. PARSONS: But if the Doctor's right, sir, and the virus has intelligence, there must be some reason for choosing him. MARIUS: Yes, yes. I think we could be dealing with some kind of leader. NUCLEUS (OOV.): My purpose. You must not delay my purpose. The place of the hive is ready. Release me! The Doctor comes out of the TARDIS. Back in the lab, Lowe appears on the screen. LOWE: Professor Marius, listen to me. You must release the Doctor. MARIUS: Never! LOWE: I warn you. We are in control of the entire centre. If you do not do as I say, I shall destroy your Foundation! In the corridor the Doctor passes Leela again. LEELA: That was Doctor two. K9: Affirmative. Back in the lab. LOWE (on screen): You have two minutes in which to decide. Either give us the Doctor, or your Foundation will be wiped out. The Doctor comes in carrying a device. MARIUS: Ah, Doctor, what are you doing? We've just had an ultimatum. DOCTOR 2: Don't you worry, Professor. If this doesn't work, the whole place'll be destroyed anyway. MARIUS: What is it? DOCTOR 2: It's a Relative Dimensional s*ab. RDS. PARSONS: What does it do? DOCTOR 2: It's part of a TARDIS control system, the part that allows me to cross the dimensional barrier. It's quite simple, really. It means I can change shape, large or small, as I wish. Yes. Won't keep you a moment. He opens the booth door briefly and talks over Leela's protest. LEELA 2: Why have I been left DOCTOR 2: Now listen, Professor. You operate the RDS. We'll be reduced to micro-dimensions. You'll then scoop us both up and inject us into my master-print there. Any questions? MARIUS: Yes. Why are you taking Leela? DOCTOR 2: Because she's immune and because she's a huntress. MARIUS: Of course, of course. Well, get on with it. There's not much time. Is there anything that we can do meanwhile? DOCTOR 2: Yes. Just stay here and hope we come back with the antidote. And Professor? MARIUS: Yes? DOCTOR 2: When we emerge, we'll be coming out through the tear duct. MARIUS: Right. Good luck. DOCTOR 2: Thank you. LEELA: K9, do I really look like that? K9: Affirmative. Inside the booth the clones grow smaller until they are no longer seen. Marius switches off the device, then takes a syringe from Parsons. He enters the booth and uses the syringe to collect the clones. Preparing the injection, he aims for the neck. MARIUS: Well, here we go. LOWE (on screen): Your time is up. Surrender the Doctor! MARIUS: Pleasant journey, Doctor. He pushes the plunger.	{"type": "series", "show": "Doctor Who", "episode": "15x06 - The Invisible Enemy - part 2"}	foreverdreaming
THE INVISIBLE ENEMY BY BOB BAKER AND DAVE MARTIN Part Three Original Air Date: 15 October 1977 Running time: 23:28 Inside, the clones struggle through the maelstrom. At least they hold on to each other. Shortly they find themselves in a surprisingly dry area. DOCTOR 2: Well, what do you think? LEELA 2: I don't know what to think. I've never been inside anybody's head before. DOCTOR 2: No. LEELA 2: It's very interesting. DOCTOR 2: Thank you. LEELA 2: Hey, why aren't we wet? DOCTOR 2: Because we're too small to break the surface tension. LEELA 2: What was that? DOCTOR 2: Oh, just a passing thought. Electrochemical reaction in the synapses. Leg wants to move. Back in the lab, the Doctor's leg kicks wildly into the air, breaking the straps. Marius and the others hold him down. MARIUS: I don't think he can hold out much longer. The virus is strengthening its grip. LOWE (on screen): Marius! You have not replied to my ultimatum. I shall destroy this centre. MARIUS: No, wait! I agree to your terms. I have no further use for the Doctor. He's yours whenever you want him. LOWE (on screen): A wise decision. Tell me, Professor, is the woman Leela with you? MARIUS: No. As you can see, there's simply myself and my two assistants. She is somewhere in the Foundation, but I have no idea where. LOWE (on screen): No matter. She will be destroyed. Stay where you are. We are on our way. The screen goes blank. Marius goes over to the door and opens it. MARIUS: Leela! He gestures for her to come over. They're coming now. We must hold them up for ten minutes. Can you do that? LEELA: Can I borrow K9? MARIUS: Yes, certainly, certainly. K9, cooperate with Leela. K9: Master. LEELA: What we need is that corridor. K9: Corridor X3. LEELA: Yes. If we can just make some sort of barrier. K9: Recheck. First we must eliminate the service shaft. LEELA: Of course! They can attck us from behind. MARIUS: You haven't got much time. LEELA: Right. K9, you destroy the shaft and meet me in the corridor. K9: Affirmative. K9 rolls noisily out into the corridor. PARSONS: Suppose they fail? Marius hesitates, then goes over to the blasters by the cloning chamber. He picks up both of them and hands one to Parsons. MARIUS: Have you ever used one of these? PARSONS: Thank you, sir. MARIUS: Parsons, if by any chance I am taken over by the virus, I hope you won't hesitate to use that on me, because I certainly will on you. We must give the Doctor his ten minutes. PARSONS: I understand, sir. Back inside the Doctor's head. LEELA 2: Doctor? DOCTOR 2: Yes? LEELA 2: I do not think you have any idea where we are going. DOCTOR 2: What do you mean, I've got no idea where we're going? We're travelling along my neural pathways looking for a sort of bridge, a crossover point between the left lobe and the right lobe. LEELA 2: Is that where the virus will be? DOCTOR 2: Since it seems to control both the conscious and unconscious it's a good enough place to start. LEELA 2: Suppose we meet it? DOCTOR 2: What? No, no, no. It came in through the optic nerve. We are somewhere between the spinal cord and the cerebellum. But keep your eyes open for tissue deterioration. LEELA 2: Like this? She kicks the tissue. DOCTOR 2: That's me you're kicking. LEELA 2: Oh. Sorry. They continue on. As they pass through a "valley" a large fuzzy ball, about the size of a beach ball, floats downward behind them unseen. In the corridor Leela crouches down while K9 approaches. K9: Mission accomplished. Service shaft destroyed, mistress. LEELA: Thank you, K9. Now, what we need here is some sort of barrier. She indicates the corner of a wall that has been damaged by the shuttle crash and sports a large crack. K9 blasts the crack which widens and breaks apart, a huge chunk of heavy polystyrene slamming to the floor. K9: Acceptable? LEELA: Perfect. Thank you, K9. K9: There is no need for gratitude. I am an automaton. LEELA: Really? K9: I am without emotional circuits. Only memory and awareness. Attention. Four hostiles approaching. Lowe and his party come around the corner. LOWE: It's the reject. They take cover. LOWE: Leela. Leela. Bring me the Doctor. LEELA: Come and get him. They exchange blaster fre as she takes cover farther down the corridor. Back in the lab. MARIUS: Eight minutes to go. Anything? PARSONS: It's all there, sir. They all gaze up at the monitor screens showing something organic which apparently has some meaning to them. PARSONS: Leela's tissue profile, adaption, disease resistance. NURSE: Bit of a mongrel, isn't she? MARIUS: I imagine that's why her race survived. There's no sign of any physical immunity. NURSE: There's a wide variation in blood characteristics, sir. It'll take hours to check them all. MARIUS: On the other hand, it could be a psychological factor. PARSONS: You mean not physical at all? MARIUS: Yes, something in her mind, her way of looking at things. PARSONS: Aggression. NURSE: Determination. Stamina. MARIUS: The predator's instinct. Back inside the Doctor. DOCTOR 2: Doesn't look like the most advanced computer system ever, does it. LEELA 2: Urgh. What's that? DOCTOR 2: That is why my brain is so much superior to yours. LEELA 2: Doctor. DOCTOR 2: What is it? LEELA 2: I can sense danger. DOCTOR 2: Rubbish. If there was any danger about, I'd be the first to scent it. I know this brain like the back of my hand. Danger. What do you know about brains, anyway? LEELA 2: All right, all right, don't get excited. DOCTOR 2: I'll get excited if I want to. It's my brain. Danger. I'll tell you something about brains. Do you want to know something? LEELA 2: Not much. DOCTOR 2: I'll tell you anyway. Somebody once tried to build a machine as efficient as the brain. Only trouble was, it would have had to have been bigger than London. Do you remember London? And powered by the entire European grid. And that was just a human brain. Mine's much more complex. Left and right sides working in unison via the specialised neural ganglia, thus combining data storage and retrieval with logical interest and the intuitive leap. And here. Are you listening to me? LEELA 2: Yes, Doctor. DOCTOR 2: That is a reflex link, whereby I can tune myself into the Time Lord intelligentsia. A thousand super-brains in one. LEELA 2: Why don't you do it now? DOCTOR 2: What? Oh, well, I lost that particular faculty when they kicked me out. Oh look. LEELA 2: Kicked you out? DOCTOR 2: Oh look. Connection seven. Hello. LEELA 2: Hello. DOCTOR 2: Don't be funny. LEELA 2: Doctor, you're wasting time. Keep moving. DOCTOR 2: No, no, no. Come on over here. This is recent damage. LEELA 2: The virus? DOCTOR 2: What else. We must be getting close to it now. LEELA 2: What's that? DOCTOR 2: What? In the background, a g roup of fuzzy beach balls begin to harass Leela. She struggles against them, screaming. LEELA 2: Doctor! Doctor, help me! DOCTOR 2: I can't! It's my body defence mechanism. They're my own phagocytes. Use your Knfe! She continues to struggle. LEELA 2: Oh, Doctor! He runs over to some dangling ganglia and touches two of them together. Nothing happens, so he touches two others together. There is a zap. The phagocytes leave Leela. DOCTOR 2: Oh. LEELA 2: What did you do? DOCTOR 2: I think I told them my liver was disintegrating. I think. LEELA 2: That's very clever. DOCTOR 2: That's very clever. He touches two more together. In the lab, his body jerks. PARSONS: What was that? MARIUS: Well, it proves they're in there at some sensitive area. Blaster fre is heard in the corridor. PARSONS: They're coming closer, sir. MARIUS: Seven and a half minutes. Not much chance. Out in the corridor, the blaster fre stops. Cruikshank steps forward and Lowe urges him on. Cruikshank leaps over the barrier landing directly in front of K9. K9 blasts him at point-blank range before he can fre. But Cruikshank zaps K9 with his lightning virus glance before collapsing dad to the floor. K9: Contact has been made. Master. Inside the Doctor. DOCTOR 2: After you. LEELA 2: Are you afraid? DOCTOR 2: Not necessarily, no. From now on, we're on the trail of the virus, and that's the path it took. LEELA 2: Where to? DOCTOR 2: Well, if I knew that, I wouldn't have brought you along. From now on, this is where your tracking skills come in. She draws her Knfe a nd goes through the opening first. Back in the corridor, Lowe gives a command to K9. LOWE: kll her. kll the reject. K9: Affirmative. kll the reject. K9 rolls around toward Leela who does not suspect. He noses up to her and blasts her, but although she falls apparently unconscious, it looks as if he missed. K9: Reject liquidated. K9 into self-regeneration. Non-functional. LOWE: Good. Now for the Doctor. Inside the Doctor, Leela reacts. LEELA 2: Ow! DOCTOR 2: What is it? LEELA 2: Something banged my head. A real bump, but DOCTOR 2: What? LEELA 2: There's nothing there. DOCTOR 2: That was your outside head. LEELA 2: Oh, that's all right, then. DOCTOR 2: No, it isn't all right. You and I have only got a limited life in here. Your outside self and your inside self are made of the same tissue. Your outside self is hurt, then you feel a shock. Your outside self is klled, yes. LEELA 2: We'd better make the most of the next six minutes then. DOCTOR 2: Yes. LEELA 2: Where are we? DOCTOR 2: This is the gap between one side of our mind and the other. LEELA 2: But it's dark on the other side. DOCTOR 2: Well of course it's dark. It's the gap between logic and imagination. You can't see one side from the other side. LEELA 2: But it is there? DOCTOR 2: What? LEELA 2: There is something on the other side? DOCTOR 2: This is the mind-brain interface, Leela. At least I think it is. That's the mind and that's the brain. Two things entirely different but part of the same thing. LEELA 2: Oh, like the land and the sea? DOCTOR 2: That's right, that's right. LEELA 2: It's very deep. DOCTOR 2: Yes. Sometimes I don't quite understand it myself. Back to the lab. MARIUS: Five minutes to go. He motions the nurse toward him and puts her in the cloning chamber for her own safety. The door opens and Lowe's group fre at Parsons. LOWE: Don't move, Professor. They enter. LOWE: Release the Doctor. MARIUS: No, I can't. Lowe zaps him with eye lightning. MARIUS: Contact has been made. LOWE: Release him. We must make contact with the Nucleus. MARIUS: No, no, wait. The Nucleus is in danger. LOWE: What? MARIUS: Micro-cloned copies have been injected into his brain and are even now trying to hunt down and destroy the Nucleus. MARIUS: If they succeed... Unnoticed behind them, the nurse escapes from the chamber and gets out of the lab. LOWE: They must not succeed. MARIUS: We can't stop them. There is no time. LOWE: I say we must! Out in the corridor K9 extends his probe, waaauugh. K9: Mistress? LEELA: Why did you attck me? K9: I had to. I was temporarily overpowered and my motivational circuits were in confusion. I have now regenerated and await your further orders. LEELA: Where are the others? Have they got the Doctor? K9: Affirmative. The nurse peeks in the lab, then rushes over to Leela. NURSE: They've got Professor Marius. He's been taken over by the virus. And they've klled Doctor Parsons. LEELA: What are they doing now? NURSE: Well, they're cloning Lowe and they're going to inject him into the Doctor's brain. LEELA: Then we'd better stop them. K9: Negative. We must wait. Maintain surveillance. LEELA: Why? K9: We cannot interfere while there is still a possibility that the Doctor will succeed in destroying the Nucleus. Back in the brain, the Doctor and Leela have crossed the mind-brain interface. There is a great sound of rushing wind as they come round the pathway. They stand and face the breeze with smiles. DOCTOR 2: Bracing, isn't it? LEELA 2: Very. DOCTOR 2: The interface. The mind unsullied by a single thought. LEELA 2: Where are we going, Doctor? DOCTOR 2: Into the land of dreams and fantasy, Leela. Back in the lab, Marius holds a syringe. NUCLEUS (OOV.): Hurry. Hurry. He plunges it into the Doctor's neck. We see Lowe moving down one of the neural pathways. He moves through some of the same areas passed earlier by Leela and the Doctor. NUCLEUS (OOV.): Hurry! Hurry! He carefully steps around the superganglia. b]NUCLEUS (OOV.): They are closing in. Hurry, hurry, hurry! Elsewhere in the brain. LEELA 2: Is this your land of dreams and fantasies? DOCTOR 2: Well, on the way to it. They turn and see roman columns flying through space. The sight amuses them. LEELA 2: The evil thing. Very close. And another. Doctor, we're going to be trapped. Lowe closes in on them from behind, stepping carefully. The Doctor moves forward. He enters a chamber and looks around. He does a double take when he finds the nucleus. DOCTOR 2: Who are you? NUCLEUS: I am the Nucleus. DOCTOR 2: You're trespassing, you know. Treading on my unconscious, affecting my metabolism. Nucleus of what? NUCLEUS: The Nucleus of the Swarm. DOCTOR 2: Oh. Oh, I see. Why did you choose my brain? NUCLEUS: Because of your intelligence. DOCTOR 2: Oh, well, I can understand that, but do you realise you have no right NUCLEUS: I have every right! It is the right of every creature across the universe to survive, multiply and perpetuate its species. How else does the predator exist? We are all predators, Doctor. We kll, we devour, to live. Survival is all, you agree? DOCTOR 2: Oh yes, I do, I do. And on your argument, I have a perfect right to dispose of you. NUCLEUS: Of course. The law is survival of the fittest. DOCTOR 2: Touché. NUCLEUS: Your time is running short. How do you intend to dispose of me? You have no wapon, and in minutes you will cease to exist. I am the virus of the Nucleus of the Swarm. For millennia we have hung dormant in space waiting for the right carriers to come along. DOCTOR 2: Carriers? What do you mean, carriers? I'm not a porter. NUCLEUS: Consider the human species. They send hordes of settlers across space to breed, multiply, conquer and dominate. We have as much right to conquer you as you have to strike out across the stars. DOCTOR 2: But you intend to dominate both worlds, the micro and the macrocosm. NUCLEUS: We have waited, waited in the cold wastes of space. Waited for mankind to come. And now we have not only space but time itself within our grasp. DOCTOR 2: Time? NUCLEUS: Through you, Time Lord. The Doctor looks chuffed. Lowe continues advancing slowly. He continues through another area. He walks forward, blaster raised. Leela appears behind him and grabs him. They struggle and both fall to the ground. Lowe fires at Leela. She sab him with her Knfe. The phagocytes attck Lowe's body as Leela gets away. Back in the chamber. NUCLEUS: So, Doctor, how can you puny creatures compare yourselves to us, the Swarm, the new masters of time, space and the cosmos. DOCTOR 2: New masters? Not if I can help it. NUCLEUS: But you cannot. Your time is up. You have fallen for my stratagem. Already you cease to exist. Leela enters and the Doctor grabs the blaster from her. DOCTOR 2: Get out of my brain. Get out of my brain! He fires the blaster at the nucleus, at the same time disappearing. There is nothing left inside the chamber – Doctor, Leela and nucleus are all gone. In the lab, Marius is collecting fluid from the tear duct onto a slide. LOWE: Destroy them! Destroy them now! MARIUS: No, no, we must find out what happened. We must restore them to their full size and interrogate them. He goes into the room, places the slide on the floor. He leaves and closes the door. The Doctor's face is fully covered in scales. Marius operates the controls and instead of the Doctor and Leela, the nucleus grows larger and larger inside the room. The nucleus is no longer covered in a black sheet. It looks funky, like a giant prawn. The scales fade completely from the Doctor's face. DOCTOR 2: Get out of my brain! DOCTOR (OOV.): The tear duct. The tear duct. The tear duct. The tear duct. The tear duct. Tear duct.	{"type": "series", "show": "Doctor Who", "episode": "15x07 - The Invisible Enemy - part 3"}	foreverdreaming
THE INVISIBLE ENEMY BY BOB BAKER AND DAVE MARTIN Part Four Original Air Date: 22 October 1977 Running time: 21:22 NUCLEUS: Help me out. DOCTOR: Professor Marius. The Doctor sees Marius' scaly face. DOCTOR: Oh no, not you too. MARIUS: Yes, Doctor. Contact has been made. Now I serve the purpose. DOCTOR: What? That pathetic crustacean, your leader? MARIUS: You are speaking of the Nucleus, the Nucleus of the Swarm. NUCLEUS: Take me to him. DOCTOR: Finding the macro world difficult? NUCLEUS: It suits me well. DOCTOR: I thought I'd got rid of you. NUCLEUS: You were mistaken. I made use of your escape route through the eye. DOCTOR: Yes, you'd have known about that, wouldn't you. NUCLEUS: Another mistake, and a costly one, Time Lord, because now, thanks to your dimensional sab, I am no longer forced to exist in the micro world to breed and multiply. My Swarm, when it is hatched on Titan, will no longer be invisible microbes prey to all, but mighty and invulnerable creatures, invincible. The age of man is over, Doctor. The age of the virus has gn. DOCTOR: I've heard it all before. You megalomaniacs are all the same. NUCLEUS: Bring him with us to Titan, to be consumed by the Swarm. In another room Leela has dressed in the green PVC nurses outfit and puts makeup on her face to look as if she's possessed by the virus. LEELA: How do I look? K9: Friend, mistress. LEELA: If I can just get close enough to that Nucleus, we'll see how friendly I am. K9: Hostiles approaching with the Doctor. Out in the corridor the infected people are moving the nucleus and the Doctor toward the airlock. LEELA: Come on. NUCLEUS: Hurry, hurry. It is time for the spawning. I must get to the place prepared on Titan. MARIUS: Nurse, take over here. I must assist the Nucleus. NUCLEUS: Hurry! MARIUS: Come with me. NUCLEUS: Breeding time approaches. They reach the airlock. Leela continues pushing the Doctor's gurney past them – she has already cut the bonds. MARIUS: Nurse, not that way. The Doctor leaps off the gurney. Leela takes cover and pulls her blaster. MARIUS: Stop them! The Doctor hurls the gurney at Lowe. There is a brief exchange of blaster fre. LOWE: They're getting away! NUCLEUS: No, they are simply trapped. NUCLEUS: Marius, stay here to make sure the Doctor doesn't escape, and make contact with all other staff in the Foundation. Bring the Doctor to us later. Hurry! Inside the TARDIS Leela removes her makeup and hat. LEELA: Now what? DOCTOR: Now nothing. LEELA: Doctor, if we get to Titan first, we can still bat that thing. DOCTOR: No, we can't. The dimensional sab's still in the isolation ward. Without it, the TARDIS won't move an inch. LEELA: You mean there's nothing we can do? DOCTOR: I didn't say that. He crouches down. DOCTOR: K9. Now listen to me, K9. Do you think you could poleaxe, do you think you could poleaxe Marius? K9: Poleaxe? DOCTOR: Yes, knock him out. K9: Affirmative. My photon beam wapon has four levels of intensity, Doctor. kll, paralyse DOCTOR: No, no, no, not kll. Not kll. Just knock out. K9: Affirmative. DOCTOR: Good dog. K9 rolls out of the TARDIS doors. Marius is waiting outside using the intercom. MARIUS: All senior staff, report to Reception. This is Professor Marius speaking. All senior staff report to Reception. Ah, K9. K9, I no longer require you to obey... K9 blasts him. The Doctor comes out. DOCTOR: You're a good dog, K9. Good dog. We see the base in space. Damage from the shuttle crash is NOT clearly visible. Next we see the exhaust pipes of a shuttle flaring into life. The shuttle on the pad lifts off. It flies away from the base. Back in the lab they've got Marius lying on the table. DOCTOR: Come on, Leela, quickly. We haven't got a moment to spare. Not frightened of blood, are you? You, the mighty huntress. LEELA: Just hurry up. LEELA: Haven't we been through all this before? DOCTOR: I had a virus then. I'm immune now. Something must have happened while you and I were inside my head. I want to find out what. Ah, that's interesting. You see that? He puts the sample up on the monitor screen. DOCTOR: That little fish hook is the only thing that you and I have in common. It wasn't there before, so it must be the antibody, the immunity factor. LEELA: How did what I have get into your bloodstream? DOCTOR: Quite simple. Your clone was absorbed into my bloodstream and passed on the immunity to me. All we've got to do is isolate it, analyse it, duplicate it and inject it into Marius here, and he in turn will be able to cure all the others. LEELA: What about the Nucleus? What about Titan? DOCTOR: Come on, one thing at a time. One thing at a time. On board the shuttle. NUCLEUS: Faster, faster. LOWE: We can't. We'll burn out the motors. NUCLEUS: Let them burn out. Once we reach Titan and the breeding tnk, our job is finished. LOWE: What about the Doctor? NUCLEUS: He will follow. Marius will make sure of that, whatever happens. Faster. Use all the fuel. Faster! Lowe pushes the controls to maximum. Back in the lab. LEELA: Doctor, look! It's working. The scales fade from Marius' face. DOCTOR: Sometimes my brilliance astonishes even me. Come on, Marius. Wake up, wake up. Come on. MARIUS: Where's Parsons? What happened? DOCTOR: He's dad, I'm afraid. Do you remember anything? MARIUS: I remember Lowe coming in, and then Parsons, and then a flash and then nothing. Did the experiment work? DOCTOR: Yes and no. Unfortunately the Nucleus got away by means of the dimensional sab. It's on its way to Titan to breed. MARIUS: Was I taken over? DOCTOR: Yes, it got to you. MARIUS: But we found the immunity factor, so we're safe here for a while. What was it? DOCTOR: It was something in Leela. Something we all missed. This is it. You'll have to cultivate a great deal more. MARIUS: Yes. DOCTOR: If those antibodies can confer immunity, they can be used to attck the Nucleus. MARIUS: attck the Nucleus? Oh, that's dangerous. DOCTOR: Of course it's dangerous. If we allow the Nucleus to breed and swarm, it'll go through the entire Solar System like a plague of giant locusts. MARIUS: But will you get to Titan on time? DOCTOR: Yes, by means of the dimensional sab. On Titan Safran calls the shuttle. SAFRAN: Safran on Titan. Safran on Titan. The hive is prepared. The breeding tnk are ready. Temperature and humidity are set. I await your arrival from the generation of the Swarm. Back on board the shuttle. LOWE: Maximum speed. We have reached maximum speed. NUCLEUS: Faster! We must go faster! Now the time for spawning is very close. Lowe pushes the controls further. Back in the lab, Marius and others are working. LEELA: How much longer? DOCTOR: We can't rush these things. They're breeding as fast as they can. K9 will tell us when they've got the most powerful strain. LEELA: Doctor, why don't we just blow up Titan? Nucleus, breeding tnk, everything. DOCTOR: That's your answer to everything, isn't it, knock it on the head. LEELA: Effective, isn't it? Smash it once and for all. Well? DOCTOR: With what? This is a hospital, not an arsenal. LEELA: All right, what are you going to do? K9: Confirm. Confirm strain C five three one has lethal capacity. MARIUS: Doctor, we've done it! Congratulations. There isn't a moment to be lost. Cultivate C five three one. DOCTOR: Thank you, K9. LEELA: And? DOCTOR: Now, just get it into the tnk and wait for it to attck the Nucleus in the same way it attcked us. Microscopically. It's neat, don't you think? LEELA: Is that all? If we can get to Titan on time, if we can get past Lowe and the others, if it works when we get it in there. If. I thought you didn't like klling? DOCTOR: I don't. LEELA: Then why are you doing all this? DOCTOR: The virus has a perfect right to exist as a virus, not as a giant storm thrat the entire Solar System. Everything has its place. Otherwise the delicate balance of the whole cosmos is destroyed. LEELA: I still say we should blow it up. MARIUS: Doctor. The batch is complete. DOCTOR: Good. Now for the TARDIS. Lowe's party with the nucleus has reached Titan. NUCLEUS: Remember, I must be protected in the hive. The future of the Swarm depends on you now. They place it into the tnk. Back at the reception area Leela and the Doctor are going into the TARDIS, Marius and K9 nearby. MARIUS: Good luck, Doctor. DOCTOR: Thank you, Professor. Oh, Professor. MARIUS: Yes? DOCTOR: I don't suppose we could borrow K9, could we? MARIUS: Borrow K9? DOCTOR: Shush. MARIUS: What for? DOCTOR: Well, I'm not at liberty to say, but he could be very useful. MARIUS: Of course. I understand. K9, obey the Doctor. K9: Affirmative. He rolls toward the TARDIS but doesn't actually go in on camera because it's physically impossible for him to do so. Back on Titan, Lowe and the others take up defense positions. Lowe looks into the chamber where the nucleus writhes. Inside the breeding tnk, bulbous things pulsate. In the supervisor's office, Safran is watching the hive on the monitor. He hears the TARDIS noise and leaves the room. The TARDIS materializes inside. The Doctor emerges, heads to the door, then comes back to look at the television monitor. LEELA: Doctor, what is it? DOCTOR: They're starting to hatch. Outside the door, a guard holds his blaster ready, listening intently. DOCTOR: Let's go. He opens the door and immediate ly slams it shut again. LEELA: Now what's the matter? DOCTOR: There's a man at the door. Leela waves the Doctor aside, crouches and aims her blaster at the door. There is a knock. DOCTOR: Come in. Leela fires at the guard. He strides forward mostly unaffected. But as he moves toward Leela, K9 fires and the guard falls to the ground. LEELA: Thank you, K9. Well, Doctor, what's wrong? Why didn't my blaster work? DOCTOR: They're developing a resistance to radiation. Their internal cell structure K9: Problem. I have a problem. Offensive capability seriously diminished. Reserves very low. LEELA: K9's breaking up, my blaster's finished. What are we going to do? DOCTOR: Shall we try using our intelligence? LEELA: Well, if you think that's a good idea. DOCTOR: Come on. The breeding of bulbous things continues. In the corridor outside. DOCTOR: (quietly) K9, do you see that guard? K9: (quietly) Affirmative. DOCTOR: (quietly) I want you to decoy him. He pats K9 on the head, and K9 rolls forward. The guard follows and we hear blaster fre. Lowe and Safran are viewing the nucleus. K9 returns. K9: Mission accomplished. DOCTOR: Good dog. Your turn now, Leela. See you back at the TARDIS. LEELA: Or not. Good luck, Doctor. You know we should have done what I said. DOCTOR: What was that? LEELA: Blow them up. Goodbye, Doctor. She runs off. K9 comes down the corridor. Safran runs past, and Lowe fires continuously at K9 as he rolls onward. The Doctor approaches the hive. Lowe wasn't dumb – he wasn't drawn off. He aims his blaster at the Doctor. LOWE: Your futile attempt has failed, as we knew it would. Now you will join the Nucleus. DOCTOR: Well, I'd rather not, actually. LOWE: You have no choice. DOCTOR: Oh look, look, they appear to be hatching. Are congratulations in order? Lowe opens the door to the hive. LOWE: You will join the Swarm to be consumed, to become part of our purpose! K9 blasts him from behind, and the Doctor pushes Lowe into the hive. DOCTOR: Well done, K9, well done. Come on. Let's get out of here while there's still time. K9: I cannot. All reserves finished. DOCTOR: What? Come on. He quickly attaches a lead to K9's neck. DOCTOR: Come on. He strides quickly from the spot, pulling K9 on the lead. NUCLEUS: Come back, Doctor. We need you. Leela walks past an oxygen tnk and onto a raised platform. You can see her underwear. Safran is hunting her and comes in below the platform. If he'd look up he'd have a great view. She leaps down onto him and they fall to the floor. Without much effort, she sab him in the neck. The Doctor and K9 enter. LEELA: Did you kll it? DOCTOR: No, I lost the antibodies. LEELA: What? Never mind, Doctor, I've found the answer. DOCTOR: You have? LEELA: Knfe them in the neck. DOCTOR: Can you do that to a thousand? A thousand thousand? LEELA: What are we going to do? Tom flubs his line here which should be "I think I've got an idea". DOCTOR: That's a good idea. Take K9 back to the TARDIS. He's out of juice. He sees the oxygen tnk and goes up on the raised platform. He looks at the controls. He moves from the platform to the door of the hive. He attaches something to the door handle. NUCLEUS (OOV.): Who's there? He comes around to the side of the hive tnk and turns a wheel. He pulls a hose from the side. NUCLEUS (OOV.): Is that you, Time Lord? DOCTOR: Well, as far as I know, there's no one else except you and me here, so it must be me. He attaches a wire to the door handle. Leela pulls K9 down the corridor. The exhaust spews steam. The Doctor finishes his rig which includes a blaster. NUCLEUS (OOV.): You're finished, Doctor. DOCTOR: Not quite. NUCLEUS (OOV.): There's no escape for you now. You are destined to become part of the purpose. DOCTOR: Well, that depends on how long it's going to take you to get out of there. NUCLEUS (OOV.): Fool. Do you think a metal barrier can contain the Swarm? It makes shrieking noises as we see a closeup of the blaster fixed to the door handle. The Doctor zips speedily into the TARDIS and slams the door, getting the end of the scarf caught. Leela and K9 remain crouched behind the supervisor control desk. The scarf end disappears, then the TARDIS. Leela stands. LEELA: Doctor! The TARDIS reappears and Leela drags K9 toward it. We see the door to the hive moving. Inside the TARDIS Leela and K9 come in. LEELA: Why did you not wait? The TARDIS vanishes again. At the hive door, the nucleus continues to push. We see the base from outside, and an explsin causes an eruption of flame. The flame burns for a moment, then another explsin rocks the moon. They watch the explsin on the scanner. It appears as if Titan itself is on fre – did the Doctor destroy Titan? LEELA: Is it gone? DOCTOR: Yes. LEELA: All of it? DOCTOR: Yes. Methane atmosphere. Mix well with oxygen and run. That was a good idea of mine, K9, to blow it up. K9: Affirmative. LEELA: What do you mean, it was a good idea of yours. It was my idea. DOCTOR: What was? LEELA: To blow it up. DOCTOR: Well then, you should be feeling very happy. LEELA: Yes, I am. Shall we return K9 to the Professor? The TARDIS spins in space. Is that empty black circle supposed to be Titan? Back at the reception area of the Bi-Al Foundation. DOCTOR: Goodbye. MARIUS: Goodbye, Doctor, and thank you for everything you've done for us. DOCTOR: It's been a pleasure, Professor. It's been a pleasure. Do you know that without K9 I think we'd have been part of the Swarm by now. LEELA: We'd never have managed with out him. Her. It. Sorry, K9. K9: Apologies are not necessary, but thank you, mistress. MARIUS: I think K9 has taken to you. Oh. Actually, I have to return to Earth shortly and you could do me a great favour if DOCTOR: What? LEELA: Take K9 with us? MARIUS: Yes. DOCTOR: No. LEELA: Yes! Oh, please, Doctor, please, please, let's take him. MARIUS: K9 seems to have made up his own mind. The Doctor and Leela follow K9 into the TARDIS and shut the doors. MARIUS: I only hope he's TARDIS trained.	{"type": "series", "show": "Doctor Who", "episode": "15x08 - The Invisible Enemy - part 4"}	foreverdreaming
IMAGE OF THE FENDAHL BY: CHRIS BOUCHER Part One Original Air Date: 29 October 1977 Running time: 24:38 COLBY: Oh, don't just sit there, Eustace, say something. THEA: Why don't you just publish and get it over with. COLBY: Why should anyone believe it? I found him and I don't. THEA: Are you questioning my technical competence. COLBY: Of course not. The volcanic sediment is twelve million years old. I accept without reservation the results of your excellent potassium-argon test. THEA: Thank you. COLBY: What I don't accept is that Eustace here got himself buried under a volcano at least eight million years before he could have possibly existed. STAEL: Colby, Doctor Fendelman is waiting for the corrected coordinates. COLBY: Here you go. STAEL: Thank you. COLBY: Oh, and Maxi, end the day with a smile. FENDELMAN: Yes. Good, good. Right. Stael, we can begin. FENDELMAN: Phase one power. STAEL: Phase one power. FENDELMAN: Phase two power. STAEL: Phase two power. FENDELMAN: Switching to main computer control. FENDELMAN: Activate full power run-up sequence. STAEL: Activating full power run-up sequence, now. MAN: I can't, I can't. STAEL: Full power. FENDELMAN: Excellent, Stael. We can begin the scan. Commencing scan, programme one. LEELA: Professor Marius would not be very pleased. DOCTOR: Nasty. Very nasty. LEELA: Will he be all right? DOCTOR: Shush. I don't know. It will be all right. It just has a little corrosion in its circuits. LEELA: I can call K9 he if I want to. You call the TARDIS she. DOCTOR: Never. LEELA: Never. You do. I've heard you. You called it she just a moment ago. And another thing. It is quite clear to me that you cannot control this old machine either. DOCTOR: What did you say, Leela? LEELA: Leela said DOCTOR: I heard what you said. LEELA: Then why ask? DOCTOR: Leela, I understand the TARDIS perfectly. There's not one single part of her that I haven't adjusted or repaired at some time or another. LEELA: Don't cry about it. DOCTOR: Furthermore, I am in complete and constant control of her. LEELA: Complete and constant? What is it? What's wrong? DOCTOR: Someone's using a sonic time scan. Come on, old girl. Don't let us down now. Come on. LEELA: What's happening? DOCTOR: We're being dragged towards a relative continuum displacement zone. LEELA: A what? DOCTOR: A relative continuum displacement. It's like a hole in time. LEELA: What will happen? DOCTOR: I wish I knew. LEELA: Can we get free? DOCTOR: That depends on this misunderstood, unmanageable old machine. LEELA: I meant no disrespect. DOCTOR: She's turning. LEELA: I could have been mistaken. DOCTOR: She's done it. Well done, old girl. You're wonderful. Wonderful. She's wonderful. Isn't she wonderful? TARDIS wonderful! LEELA: Doctor, you did not tell me. Can she really understand what we say? DOCTOR: Yeah, well, she just generates a low intensity telepathic field, and obviously primitive thought patterns like yours appeal to her. LEELA: They do? DOCTOR: Yes. LEELA: Oh. Oh. DOCTOR: That's odd. LEELA: What, my thought patterns? DOCTOR: What? No, no, no. I can't calculate the coordinates. LEELA: What are we going to do? DOCTOR: We'll just have to trace the scan back to its source. LEELA: To destroy it? DOCTOR: We have to stop it being used, certainly, otherwise it'll cause a direct continuum implosion and destroy the planet it's operating from. LEELA: Well, do we know which one that is yet? DOCTOR: It can't be. Oh, no. LEELA: What? What is it? DOCTOR: Not that one. LEELA: What one? DOCTOR: Not there. LEELA: Not where? DOCTOR: Earth. LEELA: Earth? DOCTOR: Yes. Your ancestors have a talent for self-destruction that borders on genius. LEELA: Listen, Doctor, I do not like the way you keep talking about my ancestors. DOCTOR: I like your new dress. LEELA: Thank you. DOCTOR: It's a pleasure. FENDELMAN: Ah, Thea. You are feeling better this morning? THEA: Yes, I'm fine, thanks, Doctor Fendelman. I still don't remember what happened, though. But I do remember it was your turn to make breakfast this morning, Max. FENDELMAN: Ah yes. I'm afraid that was my fault. We have been working all night, haven't we, Max. We have only just finished. And the results, I think the results will amaze even Colby. Where is he, by the way? THEA: He's out, exercising Leaky. COLBY: Leaky! Here, boy! Leaky, come on. Leaky, now what have you got there? More bones, is it, you old bone hunter you. FENDELMAN: But Colby's methodology cannot be faulted. The excavation of the skull was brilliant. The reconstruction was first class work. THEA: But he cannot accept the evolutionary implications. FENDELMAN: And you, Thea? Can you accept them? THEA: Chronology is my field, Doctor Fendelman. I'm a technician, not a human palaeontologist. COLBY: There's a corpse by the wood. FENDELMAN: What sort of corpse? COLBY: A dad one. What other sort is there? FENDELMAN: Male or female? COLBY: Oh, male. THEA: Do we know him? COLBY: I never saw him before. FENDELMAN: How did he die? Are there signs of volence? COLBY: Well, not exactly. By the look of him, he didn't die easily. STAEL: It is never easy to die. COLBY: Well, thank you, Max. I'm going to call the police. FENDELMAN: No, a moment, a moment. No, we must consider. COLBY: What's to consider? There's a body out there. We can't just leave it. Or are you breeding vultures in that secret lab of yours, hmm? FENDELMAN: This is no time for discourtesy, Adam. COLBY: I'm sorry. It was a shock. He looks terrible. He must have been terrified when he died. FENDELMAN: Adam, Adam, just think for a moment. These woods, they are supposed to be haunted. Now can you imagine what would happen if there were news of a mysterious death in them? THEA: Well, there'd be a certain amount of publicity. FENDELMAN: Publicity? It would be a circus. They attract enough lunatics already without advertising for them. COLBY: I don't see that we've much alternative. FENDELMAN: Adam, Adam. Our work is at a critical stage. Your discovery could be one of the most important milestones in human development. Your work will fundamentally affect how man views himself. We cannot be interrupted at this moment of destiny. COLBY: Yes, but FENDELMAN: And besides, we wouldn't want your Nobel Prize to be jeopardised by an unfortunate coincidence, now would we? THEA: What are you suggesting? FENDELMAN: I'm not suggesting anything. Adam will recover and then he can show us the body. Then we will decide, eh? We could arrange for it to be found somewhere else. THEA: But that's illegal! FENDELMAN: A small deception only. THEA: Adam, you can't possibly COLBY: It wouldn't make much difference. FENDELMAN: There, you see? We work something out, eh? Stael. (quietly) Get on to London. Tell Hartman I want a security team here within two hours. Tell him I want the best men we have and I want them armed. Then I shall want you to do a post- mortem on that body. LEELA: Earth? DOCTOR: Earth. LEELA: Is this the place of the sonic time scan? DOCTOR: Oh, yes. Oh, well, more or less. I haven't pinpointed it definitely, but it's certain to be around here somewhere. LEELA: Come on then. DOCTOR: No, no, no. The one who leads says come on. Come on. DOCTOR: Good morning, ladies. Now, which one of you has the time scanner, hmm? LEELA: This doesn't look like the place, Doctor. DOCTOR: I did say more or less, though this does look rather less than more. You know, I don't think these cows know anything about the time scanner. Never mind. It's a beautiful day. The exercise will do us good. Come on. FENDELMAN: Ah. Look, it's there, Stael. If we can get a visual representation of this area here, then we shall see the living owner of that skull. STAEL: I have completed the post-mortem. FENDELMAN: And? STAEL: I cannot find the exact cause of death. There is a small blister at the base of his skull, but that can't have klled him. FENDELMAN: Natural causes, then. STAEL: There is something strange. FENDELMAN: Oh, what's that? STAEL: The outward signs are that the man died quite recently. His watch is still working, he has a Thermos of tea in his pocket which is still hot, yesterday's newspaper. The mud on his boots is still FENDELMAN: Yes, yes, yes, Stael, get on with it. STAEL: The body is decomposing. FENDELMAN: Already? STAEL: It's falling apart as you watch. FENDELMAN: The cause? STAEL: I don't know, but it's as though all the energy has been removed. All the binding force has gone and all that remains is a husk. FENDELMAN: Are the security team in place? STAEL: Yes. FENDELMAN: Good. You will dispose of the body, Stael, and nobody must know of this. Nobody at all. LEELA: Doctor? Doctor! DOCTOR: Hmm? LEELA: He came armed and silent. DOCTOR: You must have been sent by Providence. MOSS: No, I was sent by the Council to cut the verges. LEELA: Your Council should choose its warriors more carefully. A child of the Sevateem could have taken you. MOSS: Escaped from somewhere, hasn't she? If you're her doctor, you shouldn't let her wander around loose. She could do someone a damage. LEELA: He was not hunting us? DOCTOR: No. Would you like a jelly baby? MOSS: You've both escaped from somewhere, haven't you. DOCTOR: Frequently. What's the nearest village? MOSS: Fetchborough, about a mile down that way. DOCTOR: Fetchborough. Tell me about the ghosts. MOSS: Don't know what you mean. Ain't nothing like that around here. LEELA: He is lying. DOCTOR: The strangers, then. MOSS: What, Fendelman and that lot up at the Priory? DOCTOR: Yes, Fendelman. Tell me about him. MOSS: Well, he's foreign, isn't he. Calls hisself a scientist. They do say he's one of the richest men in the world. You wouldn't think so to look at him, scruffy devil. They say he made his money out of electronics, but that don't seem likely 'cos he ain't Japanese. DOCTOR: Japanese? MOSS: No. His people dig up bodies. DOCTOR: They do? Splendid. LEELA: Grave robbers. DOCTOR: Or archaeologists. Where is this Priory? MOSS: Yon side of village. DOCTOR: And it's haunted, of course. MOSS: Oh aye, but it's the wood more than the DOCTOR: Shush. Don't you worry. What's your name? MOSS: Ted Moss. DOCTOR: Ted Moss? Hmm. Don't you worry, Mister Moss. We won't tell a soul, living or dad. Come on, Leela. MITCHELL: Just relax and stay there. We'll get it sorted out. MARTHA: Don't 'ee tell me what to do in me own kitchen. MITCHELL: This isn't your kitchen, Grandma. MARTHA: I bain't your grandma. Don't 'ee grandma me. COLBY: Hey, what's going on here? Who are you? MARTHA: This fellow's trying to stop me comin' in the house. MITCHELL: My name is Mitchell. I'm the security team leader. And no one is allowed in or out without clearance. This loony old trout seems to think she's an exception. MARTHA: Loony old trout? COLBY: Oh, gently, Mrs T, gently. Remember your varicose veins. MITCHELL: I've had it with you now, you old stoat. Any more trouble and I'll have you outside and set the dog on you. COLBY: Hey, now, just a minute. THEA: You can't talk to her like that. MARTHA: Oh, don't 'ee mind him, my lovelies. Sooner or later he'll be sorry. Later or sooner, he'll regret. Well, I'll be going now, Professor. You can tell Doctor Fendelman I'll come back when the others is gone. I don't hold with the likes of 'ee. There isn't a dog born that as attck me, boy. They got more sense than most people. MITCHELL: Now I can see why they burnt witches. COLBY: Cheaper than oil. I don't know who you are, friend, but I hope you can cook. MITCHELL: I told you who I am. COLBY: You meant all that stuff about restrictions? MITCHELL: Of course. THEA: You said no one could come in or out without authorisation. MITCHELL: No. THEA: Does that apply to us? MITCHELL: Yes, Miss Ransome. THEA: Oh, that's ridiculous. COLBY: Authorisation from whom? MITCHELL: I think you'd better have a word with Doctor Fendelman. COLBY: Stay here, Thea. I'll go. COLBY: Doctor Fendelman? COLBY: What on Earth's he playing at? FENDELMAN: You are impressed? COLBY: Oh, I don't know. I always say if you've seen one jukebox, you've seen them all. This is archaeology? FENDELMAN: Oh, this is the ultimate archaeology, Adam. It was data from here which led me to the excavation sites in Kenya. And when we had excavated the skull and assembled it and Thea had dated it, then the real work of this machine could begin. COLBY: And that is? FENDELMAN: About ten years ago, when I was working on a mssile guidance system, I noticed a sort of vibration. A sort of sonic shadow. DOCTOR: What is it? LEELA: There's a guard. I shall k*ll him. DOCTOR: No. LEELA: Why not? DOCTOR: You'll upset the dog. Listen, Leela, you simply must stop attacking people. LEELA: Why? DOCTOR: Because you'll get us into trouble. LEELA: Do not worry, Doctor. I shall protect you. DOCTOR: What? You'll protect me? Come on, we'll circle round the back. Come on! COLBY: Crazy as a bed bug. He actually believes that he can see into the past with that electronic fruit machine he's got down there. THEA: Did he demonstrate it for you? COLBY: Did he demonstrate it? Of course he didn't demonstrate it. How could he? I mean, the whole thing's a load of old rubbish. He thinks because he can pervert the laws of the land, he can do the same for the laws of physics. THEA: Well, it's a bit late to be self-righteous about perverting the laws of the land, isn't it. COLBY: What? Yes. Yes, I suppose it is. THEA: Did he, er, did he give any reason for not demonstrating it? COLBY: Apparently it only works after dark. THEA: Hmm. Minimising solar disruption, perhaps. COLBY: What? THEA: Well, Fendelman's no fool when it comes to electronics. He was one of the authentic geniuses in the field until he developed this interest in the origins of man. COLBY: You mean until he flipped his lid. Oh, come on. We'll go and get the supper. DOCTOR: The house must be that way. Now come on. DOCTOR: All right, now whatever you do, stay close to me, you understand? Leela? DOCTOR: Leela! She's done it again.	{"type": "series", "show": "Doctor Who", "episode": "15x09 - Image of the Fendahl - part 1"}	foreverdreaming
IMAGE OF THE FENDAHL BY: CHRIS BOUCHER Part Two Original Air Date: 5 November 1977 Running time: 24:44 DOCTOR: Come on, legs. Come on, you can do it. Pull yourself together. Come on now, lift. DOCTOR: Left, right, left. That's it, legs, run! Run! Run! Run! Run! LEELA: That sht will be your last. MOSS: I didn't know it were you. LEELA: Well you know now. MOSS: You was trespassing. TYLER: So were you, Ted Moss. Now put the gn down, miss. TYLER: I said, put the gn down, miss. LEELA: kll me, and your friend dies too. MOSS: She's a nutter, she is, Jack. She means it. TYLER: He ain't no friend of mine, so that's a chance I'm prepared to take. The gn, miss. LEELA: You TYLER: Right. Now, perhaps you would explain what you're doing in my gran's cottage. MOSS: She was TYLER: Both of you. COLBY: Thea, what on Earth are you doing? Fendelman will go barmy, barmier if he found you messing. Thea? COLBY: Thea! What's wrong, Thea? COLBY: Thea! COLBY: Thea, wake up! THEA: Adam, what are you doing? COLBY: Come on, come on, let's get out of here. THEA: What are you doing here? COLBY: That scream, it came from the kitchen. THEA: What scream? COLBY: Never mind. COLBY: It's Mitchell. That expression, it's the same as the other one. THEA: There's a blister on the back of the neck. Could be a birth mark, I suppose. COLBY: How can you be so dispassionate? The man's dad, Thea. THEA: Adam. Adam. COLBY: Thea? DOCTOR: Don't touch her. I said don't touch her! DOCTOR: How many deaths have there been? COLBY: Deaths? DOCTOR: Like this. COLBY: Two. Now, look DOCTOR: No, no, no, no, no, you look. COLBY: What was it? DOCTOR: They look like embryo Fendahleen to me. DOCTOR: Come and sit down. You'll be all right. COLBY: Embryo what? DOCTOR: Embryo Fendahleen. A creature from my own mythology. Supposed to have perished when the fifth planet broke up. At least, so they said. COLBY: A creature from mythology? Do you know what you're talking about? DOCTOR: Well, you saw it. If it survived twelve million years, it's energy reserves must be enormous. COLBY: Twelve million? Why did you say twelve million? DOCTOR: What? Well, about twelve million. That's when the fifth planet broke up. There are four thousand million people here on your planet, and if I'm right, within a year there'll be just one left alive. Just one. COLBY: What are you, exactly? Some sort of wandering Armageddon peddler, hmm? DOCTOR: Who's in charge round here? FENDELMAN: I am. DOCTOR: Ah, Doctor Fendelman, I presume. Is that really your name, Fendelman? Now listen, Fendelman, I want you to do two things. Dismantle the scanner and run some tests on Miss Thea. Start with an x-ray of her skull. Now FENDELMAN: I will give the orders around here. Take him away. Lock him up somewhere. DOCTOR: Is this the way you treat all your houseguests? FENDELMAN: Only the uninvited ones whom I suspect of mrder. DOCTOR: But she needs help! FENDELMAN: Take him away! STAEL: It is just the same as before. FENDELMAN: This is a terrible thing. Terrible. COLBY: This time I will call the police. Come along, Thea. FENDELMAN: As you wish, Adam. But how will you explain to them that you did not call them before? DOCTOR: Tell Fendelman there isn't time for all this! TYLER: That do seem a bit far-fetched. MOSS: Ain't a word of truth in it, that's why. TYLER: You wouldn't recognise the truth if you fell over it. MOSS: Hey LEELA: Why should I lie to you? TYLER: Fear. LEELA: Does it seem to you that I am afraid? MOSS: Well, you ought to be. I said you ought to be. MOSS: Oh, God. LEELA: I must go now. TYLER: Hang on a minute. Er, please. (to Moss) You, on your way. MOSS: I want to see Mother Tyler. TYLER: Well Mrs Tyler don't want to see you. MOSS: Now where is she? TYLER: I don't know. MOSS: She's got something for me and I paid good money for it. TYLER: You'll get your money. Now get out. Out! MOSS: (to Leela) I'll see you later. LEELA: Get some practice first. TYLER: Nasty piece of work. Him and some others from the village, they er. Well, I'm not sure exactly, but the thing is that I think my Gran's involved in whatever it is. Now, she's a good old girl but, well, she was brought up in the old ways, you see. LEELA: The old ways? TYLER: Yeah, the old superstitions and that. See, he called her Mother Tyler. Now that ain't 'cos he likes her. That's, that's the old religion. Look, there's something nasty going on. Do you know what it is? Have you been sent with this Doctor bloke to sort it out? LEELA: Well, the Doctor came to stop the sonic time scan. TYLER: Oh. What's one of them? LEELA: He said it would cause a, a direct continuum ex, implosion. TYLER: Damn, girl, you don't half tell some whoppers, don't you. LEELA: Whoppers? TYLER: Aye. Don't matter. LEELA: Listen. I'm sure the Doctor can help you. Oh, he's very difficult sometimes, but he has great knowledge and gentleness. COLBY: I should have gone to the police right away. THEA: Then why didn't you? COLBY: Thea, I've always been ambitious. That's a weakness in anyone. THEA: Yes, particularly scientists. COLBY: When Fendelman offered me unlimited funds, I jumped at the chance. I owe him a great deal. And when he asked for the body to be moved, it seemed so unimportant. THEA: But now that Mitchell's dad. COLBY: Yes. THEA: Well, then, phone the police. COLBY: The line's disconnected. THEA: Disconnected? COLBY: Yes, as in cut off. THEA: Adam, can't you be serious just for a minute? COLBY: I am serious. The place is surrounded by guards, we're beset by a wandering lunatic and we have a pair of corpses on our hands. And on top of all that, the telephone seems to be very dad. Thea, we're trapped. THEA: It was planned. COLBY: By Fendelman. THEA: No. No, not by Fendelman. He's just part of it, doing what was planned for him. Don't you see? For him. That would fit. That would explain it. COLBY: Explain what? THEA: Adam, you haven't asked me whose plan it is. Why don't you ask me? Go on, ask me who planned it. COLBY: Stop it. Stop it! THEA: I did. Do you understand? I did. COLBY: Now be reasonable, Thea. How could you have? You're as sane as anyone here. Except. Come on. Come on. COLBY: You must think my head zips up the back. FENDELMAN: (fondling his revolver) Be reasonable, Colby. Why should I disconnect the telephone? COLBY: For the same reason you've got the place surrounded by thugs. FENDELMAN: And what reason is that? COLBY: Because you're mad, Fendelman. You're mad. FENDELMAN: In that case, you are hardly behaving in a manner conducive to your own safety. I should be humoured, surely. Sit down, Colby. This skull that you found is, I believe, extraterrestrial in origin. COLBY: An alien space traveller? Hence the guards. Next of kin come for the remains? You're expecting an attck by little green men from, er, Venus? FENDELMAN: Don't talk like a fool, Colby! You're not a fool! COLBY: No, I'm not. That skull is human. It's a skull like yours and mine. Modern man. hm sapiens! FENDELMAN: Exactly. It is also twelve million years old. Millions of years older than the earliest of man's known ancestors. COLBY: You think we're all aliens? TYLER: Let's go, then. Find this Doctor of yours. Perhaps he can sort it out and make some sense of it all. If he's half as clever as you say LEELA: Shush. TYLER: Yeah, if he's half as clever as you say he is, he ought to be able to sort it out. STAEL (OOV.): You should not have come here. MOSS (OOV.): Well, I had to warn you. STAEL (OOV.): There are security guards now. MOSS: City boys. I know how to get past them. STAEL: It was a stupid risk. Fendelman is already suspicious and uneasy. Why do you think he sent for the guards? MOSS: I had to warn you about the Doctor. STAEL: What doctor? MOSS (OOV.): Well, there's this bloke calls himself a doctor. Tall, curly hair. He's got a girl working with him. And I told him where to find this place. Well, I didn't realise. I tried to stop him after. They know all about us. MOSS: 'Tis true. They're investigators. They come to investigate. STAEL: I will deal with them. Now go, quickly. STAEL: Are all our friends prepared? MOSS: They're waiting for the word. STAEL: When the time comes, we must be twelve. MOSS: We know you lead the coven now, but we know the old ways. Thirteen be the number. STAEL: A place must be left for the one who kills. COLBY: Circumstantial. It's all circumstantial. FENDELMAN: It is the only logical explanation, Adam. Man did not evolve on Earth, of this I am sure. There is something else that I have not told you. With the scanner, I have traced what I now believe to be the moment of death of this alien traveller. At that moment, there is an enormous surge of power the like of which I have not seen before. It was this that first attracted my attention. It is an inpouring of energy. A concentration of power as though to store. Now I ask myself, where would this power be stored? And why? These questions I could not answer until I had x-rayed the skull. COLBY: You x-rayed the skull? When? FENDELMAN: Stael and I have been doing experiments in secret for some time. COLBY: Thank you. FENDELMAN: No, no, no, you are right. But from the beginning I had the feeling that this was so important that it must be kept secret. And now we have these m*rder and this mysterious intruder. COLBY: He said something about x-rays. THEA: Will you excuse me? COLBY: Oh, I'm sorry, Thea. Are you still feeling ill? THEA: No, it's all right. I'm just a little tired. I think I'll go and lie down. FENDELMAN: You are looking very pale, my dear. Perhaps you have been working too hard. I will ask Stael to look in on you later. FENDELMAN: There is no doubt that this intruder has been spying on us. COLBY: Yes. Well, after the x-rays, what did you find? FENDELMAN: I will show you. Come. TYLER: Gran, can you hear me? LEELA: Drink this, old woman. It will warm you. TYLER: What happened, Gran? LEELA: Do not ask her that. It's because she does not want to remember that she is like this. You are safe now. You are safe. Nothing can hurt you. I will let nothing hurt you. MARTHA: I, I seen it. In my mind. Dark. Great dark. It called me. In my mind it called me. Hungry. It were hungry for my soul. TYLER: What's it mean? MARTHA: Everything. There'll be nothing left. LEELA: The Doctor will know. MARTHA: No life left. Help me! Help us! LEELA: I must find the Doctor. Stay with her! MARTHA: It were hungry for my soul. FENDELMAN: There. Do you see it? COLBY: It looks like a pentagram. It's the way the fragments have been assembled. FENDELMAN: No. It is part of the bone structure itself. I believe it to be a form of neural relay, and this is where the energy is stored. It is interesting, is it not, that for as long as man can remember, the pentagram has been a symbol for mystical energy and power. COLBY: All right, let's assume that's the how. You're still left with why. FENDELMAN: A beacon. COLBY: What? FENDELMAN: Suppose the energy is still within this neural circuit and can only be released by the intelligent application of applied advanced technology. COLBY: You mean the release of that energy would act as a signal that there was intelligent life on this planet? FENDELMAN: And at last, mankind would meet its COLBY: Next of kin? FENDELMAN: Destiny, Adam. Its destiny. THEA: Hello? Are you there? Please, I need help. STAEL: Thea. THEA: Max! You frightened me. Do you have to creep about like that? STAEL: I apologise. What are you doing here, Thea? THEA: I was, I was looking for the stranger. Do you know where he is? STAEL: It is not important. THEA: Well it is to me. I must find him. I think he can help me. STAEL: Why should you need help, Thea? Anyway, the stranger has escaped. He can do nothing. It is too late. Too late for all the meddling fools. THEA: What are you talking about, Max? Get out of my way. STAEL: There's no need to be afraid of me, Thea. THEA: Please, Max! STAEL: It is fitting that you should be the key to my power. THEA: Max, don't be such a fool. STAEL: The chosen one. STAEL: The chosen one. DOCTOR: Ah. Parastatic magnetometer. How very quaint. DOCTOR: Hmm. Twelfth century. DOCTOR: Oh. Oh. Would you like a jelly baby? No, I don't suppose you would. Alas, poor skull.	{"type": "series", "show": "Doctor Who", "episode": "15x10 - Image of the Fendahl - part 2"}	foreverdreaming
IMAGE OF THE FENDAHL BY: CHRIS BOUCHER Part Three Original Air Date: 12 November 1977 Running time: 24:22 LEELA: Doctor? What's the matter? Where is he? Doctor! LEELA: Doctor? DOCTOR: No, no. BOTH: Are you all right? LEELA: You are very heavy. DOCTOR: How did you find me? LEELA: Well, I just felt something was wrong so I followed the feeling. DOCTOR: Yes. LEELA: I did! DOCTOR: Yes, of course you did. LEELA: Hey. DOCTOR: What? LEELA: Have I saved your life? DOCTOR: Yes. I was careless. Come on, get up. Come on. DOCTOR: You're becoming a metracion generator, aren't you. LEELA: Is it alive? DOCTOR: Yes. It's using appropriate genetic material to recreate itself. LEELA: What is it? DOCTOR: Shush. I think it's the Fendahl. It grows and exists by death. LEELA: Most creatures do. That is what you told me. DOCTOR: The Fendahl absorbs the full spectrum of energy, what some people call a life force or soul. It eats life itself. LEELA: That must be what the old woman saw. DOCTOR: What? LEELA: Huge and dark, she said. Hungry for her soul. DOCTOR: And she's still alive? LEELA: Yes. DOCTOR: Take me to her. LEELA: What about that? DOCTOR: It's indestructible. LEELA: Well, what about the sonic time scan? DOCTOR: No, no, first thing's first. Fendelman can operate that before the implosion for about a hundred hours, give or take a few minutes. LEELA: But he might already have used his hundred hours. DOCTOR: That's a risk I'll have to take. Come on, let's go. COLBY: What's that for? FENDELMAN: That is a running log. Some of the scanner components have a limited life. COLBY: Ninety eight hours fifty six minutes forty three point seven seconds. You've been busy with this equipment. FENDELMAN: It has been a joy. COLBY: A labour of love, even. If man really is descended from aliens like this, why haven't we found evidence of it before? FENDELMAN: Because we were not looking. COLBY: Oh, come on. FENDELMAN: No, we were not looking for this kind of evidence, and without the scanner we would not have found this. Adam, in all research there must be a single discovery. What is it the Chinese say? That a journey of a thousand miles begins with but a single step. COLBY: This isn't a step, it's a jump. And to rather an illogical conclusion. FENDELMAN: You shall see. I have already reprogrammed the computer. This time it will give a visual interpretation of what the scanner picks up. On this screen, Colby, you shall see the true genesis of hm sapiens. STAEL: Thea. THEA: Max. STAEL: I'm glad you are awake, Thea. I want you to understand why I brought you here. You are the medium through which the ancient power of this place is focused. THEA: What are you doing? STAEL: The scanner awoke the power. You know about the scanner, of course. I've been watching you for some time, you see. Through you, I shall conjure and control the supreme power of the ancients. THEA: Oh, Max, don't be so ridiculous. STAEL: You will sleep now, while we prepare. THEA: Max! Max, you're a fool. STAEL: I shall be a god. TYLER: Is this him? Is this your man? Oi, do you know what's going on? My Gran in hell of a state. DOCTOR: Come on, Mrs Tyler, wake up. LEELA: Come on, old woman, wake up. Wake up now. TYLER: Oi, what do you think you're doing? Leave her alone. DOCTOR: Do you know what's wrong with her? TYLER: Well, no, but DOCTOR: I do. Make some tea. TYLER: Tea? DOCTOR: Tea. She does drink tea? TYLER: Well, yeah. DOCTOR: Off you go and make some. Use the best china. Four cups laid out on a tray. Off you go. Oh, and some fruitcake. TYLER: Anything else? DOCTOR: No. DOCTOR: I love fruitcake. Come on, Mrs Tyler. This is no way to behave when you've got visitors. We've come for tea. LEELA: And fruitcake. DOCTOR: And fruitcake. FENDELMAN: There, Colby, do you see it? STAEL: Turn it off! FENDELMAN: Where have you been, Stael. I needed you here. STAEL: Turn off the scanner! COLBY: Doctor Fendelman, I think you have an industrial relations problem. FENDELMAN: What are you talking? FENDELMAN: Have you lost your mind? STAEL: The scanner. FENDELMAN: No. COLBY: Relax, Max. I'll do it. FENDELMAN: Why, Stael? STAEL: I am not yet ready. My followers are not yet here. COLBY: Followers? Well, that's impressive. STAEL: Shut up, Colby, or I will kll you now. Outside, both of you. FENDELMAN: Is this some sort of joke, Max? COLBY: Oh no, Max isn't famous for his sense of humour, are you, Maxie? STAEL: I shall not warn you again, Colby. COLBY: You're going to kll us anyway, aren't you? STAEL: That depends on whether I enjoy having you worship me. DOCTOR (OOV.): Then you mix the peanuts with the treacle DOCTOR: Throw in the apple cores very hard, put the lot in a shallow tin and bake in a high oven for two weeks. (quietly) It's too late. She's slipping away. Come on. MARTHA: Here, just a minute. DOCTOR: What is it? MARTHA: That ain't the way to make a fruitcake. DOCTOR: Mrs Tyler! (laughs) MARTHA: Here, well, if you'm going to stay, you may as well sit yourselves down. I'll have the tea ready in a jiffy. TYLER: It's here, Gran. MARTHA: But that ain't the best china, John. And there's fresh cake in the other tin. Why, I'm sorry. When did I ask you to tea? I ain't never seen you afore in my life. DOCTOR: You were slipping away, Mrs Tyler. MARTHA: Slipping away? DOCTOR: Yes, psychic shock. I needed something normal to bring you back to reality. How long have you lived here, Mrs Tyler? MARTHA: Why should I tell 'ee ought? DOCTOR: Tell her I'm trying to help. TYLER: He's only trying to help, Gran. MARTHA: You mind your place, John. TYLER: Oh, now, no, we won't have none of those games. Now, Ted Moss and his cronies is up to something. It's something bad, and you're involved. Now, you tell him what he want to know. MARTHA: I ain't involved in anything. I were consulted. A lot of people consult me. You know I've got the second sight. DOCTOR: Yes. So you've lived in this cottage all your life, haven't you, Mrs Tyler. MARTHA: Why should I tell 'ee ought? DOCTOR: Well, telepathy and precognition are normal in anyone whose childhood was spent near a time fissure, like the one in the wood. TYLER: He's as bad as she is. Here, what's a time fissure? DOCTOR: It's a weakness in the fabric of space and time. Every haunted place has one, doesn't it? That's why they're haunted. It's a time distortion. This one must be very large. Large enough to have affected the place names round here. Like Fetchborough. Fetch. An apparition, hmm? MARTHA: How do 'ee know so much? DOCTOR: I read a lot. What did you see in the wood, Mrs Tyler? MARTHA: I didn't see ought with my eyes. DOCTOR: Then with your mind. Did it have a human shape? MARTHA: No. DOCTOR: Mrs Tyler, I must know. Did it have a human shape? MARTHA: No, it didn't. DOCTOR: Mrs. Jack, do something for me. TYLER: If I can. DOCTOR: It could be dangerous. TYLER: How? DOCTOR: I want you to keep an eye on the Priory. I must know who comes and goes. We'll be back tomorrow sundown. TYLER: Right. MARTHA: Here, girl. LEELA: Yes? MARTHA: Take this. 'Tis a charm will protect 'ee. MARTHA: I cast it for Ted Moss, but 'tis too late for him. LEELA: Thank you. MARTHA: John. TYLER: Yes, Gran? MARTHA: I seed that figure he spoke of in a dream. 'Twere a woman. FENDELMAN: How long have you been planning this, whatever it is you're planning? STAEL: Ever since Mrs Tyler's visions began to come true. FENDELMAN: Visions? Oh, come now, Max. You have a first class brain. Use it! COLBY: First class brain? He's an occult freak. One of those feeble inadequates who thinks he communes with the devil. Oh, is that it, Max? Gonna summon up the devil, huh? STAEL: Unlike you, I am not a crude lout, Colby. The grimoires do not impress me. Mrs Tyler's paranormal gifts and the race memory she draws on, these were the signposts on the road to power. COLBY: Spare us the after dinner speech. STAEL: I look forward to your terror, Colby. FENDELMAN: I trusted him. COLBY: I didn't, and I'm going to end up just as dad as you, if that's any consolation. FENDELMAN: But why is he doing this? COLBY: Fendelman, it doesn't matter why. What matters is he's doing it, to us, unless we can get free before his so-called followers arrive. Hey, what about the security guards? FENDELMAN: In my absence, they are to take their instructions from him. DOCTOR: The fifth planet's a hundred and seven million miles out and twelve million years back, so we've no time to lose. LEELA: Do you think this thing, the Fendahl, comes from the fifth planet? DOCTOR: Well, it came from it a long time ago, before your species evolved on Earth. LEELA: How did it travel? DOCTOR: What? LEELA: Well, you said there's only one. It could not build a spacecraft. How did it get to Earth? DOCTOR: Well, it. Well, it probably used that enormous stockpile of energy to project itself across space. LEELA: Oh, you mean the way lightning travels. DOCTOR: No. Yes, well, something like that. Humans speak of astral projection, travelling psychically to different planets. That could be a race memory. LEELA: Race memory? DOCTOR: Yes. You see, sometimes people dream they've been to other places. It's, er, déjà vu. No? Leela is sleeping on the console room floor. She wakes and has her Knfe ready when the Doctor enters.) DOCTOR: No, no, no. Put it away, put it away. It's a good thing your tribe never developed gn. They'd have woken with a start one morning and wiped themselves out. LEELA: There was something chasing me. I, I couldn't move. Just a dream, I suppose. LEELA: Hey, what's wrong? DOCTOR: I've been checking the old data banks. There's no record at all of a fifth planet. LEELA: Does that matter? DOCTOR: Well of course it matters! We Time Lords are a very meticulous people. You have to be when you live as long as we do. All information is recorded. LEELA: Perhaps there wasn't any. DOCTOR: What? LEELA: Information. DOCTOR: What? DOCTOR: Of course. That's why there's no record of the planet. LEELA: Why? DOCTOR: That impression's produced by a time loop. LEELA: Time loop? DOCTOR: Yes, a time loop. All memory of a planet's been erased by a circle of time, making data and its records invisible. Only a Time Lord could do that. LEELA: That's very clever. DOCTOR: That's criminal! We've been on a wild goose chase. We'd better get back. Let's hope we're not too far round that time loop. LEELA: Is there anything I can do? DOCTOR: Yes. No, no. I'll just set the coordinates and we're on our way. MARTHA: The Tower, struck by lightning. TYLER: Still no sign of him. Sundown, he said. MARTHA: I didn't reckon he'd be reliable. Never trust a man as wears a hat. TYLER: Well, Granddad always wore one. MARTHA: And a wicked old devil he were, too. TYLER: I wear one. MARTHA: Ah, but I give it to 'ee. That's different. Here, put this in your pocket. TYLER: More charms! Look, I'm not one of your punters, Gran. MARTHA: But 'tis Lammas Eve. TYLER: Look, you know that I don't believe in all that. MARTHA: Most round here do. And when most believe, that do make it true. TYLER: Most people used to believe that the Earth was flat, but it was still round. MARTHA: Ah ha, but they behaved as if 'twere flat. Here, just for me. TYLER: All right, then, if it makes you happy. MARTHA: Oh, I want they two cartridges. TYLER: What, you going rabbiting, Gran? MARTHA: I'm going to fill 'em with salt. TYLER: Salt? MARTHA: Salt's the best protection there be. TYLER: Evil spirits again, eh, Gran? MARTHA: You can laugh, John, but I know the old ways. Better than them up at the Priory, any road. You'd best get up there. We don't want 'em meddling in things they don't understand. CORBY: What is that? FENDELMAN: A remote control unit connected to the scanner. CORBY: He's linking up that old bone with your scanner? Why? FENDELMAN: The power source! Colby, I think I know. LEELA: We're going to be late. DOCTOR: Well of course we're going to be late! It's obvious we're going to be late! I'm sorry. I'm sorry. The question is, where is it getting the power from? Inducted biological transmutation takes a lot of power. There isn't that sort of power available in the Priory. LEELA: What is it? Have you hurt yourself? DOCTOR: I've got it. It is available in the Priory. The skull's absorbing the energy released when the scanner beam damages the time fissure. Why didn't I think of that before? LEELA: Even you can't think of everything. DOCTOR: I can't? LEELA: No. DOCTOR: No. Well, I should have thought it. I was frightened in childhood by a mythological horror. LEELA: Oh. DOCTOR: Too frightened to think clearly. LEELA: Tsk, tsk, tsk. STAEL: The waiting is over. Prepare yourselves. FENDELMAN: Don't do it, Stael! CORBY: Shut up, you fool. Let him electrocute himself. FENDELMAN: He will kll us all. Listen to me, all of you! He is a madman! FENDELMAN: You must stop him! Stop him now, before he plunges everything into chaos and death! COLBY: I'll plunge you into chaos and death if you don't shut up. FENDELMAN: You don't understand. I see now what will happen. STAEL: You do? FENDELMAN: Max, listen. The Doctor asked if my name was real. Fendelman. Man of the Fendahl. Don't you see? Only for this have the generations of my fathers lived. I have been used! You are being used! Mankind has been used! TYLER: Ain't in here, either. MARTHA: Oh, the house is empty, then. Oh, I don't hold with all this. 'Tis agin nature. TYLER: That sounded like a sht. Here, are there any cellars? MARTHA: Oh, there are cellars all under here, but they haven't been used for years. TYLER: Yeah, well they're being used now. MARTHA: Come on, boy. Ow! TYLER: You all right, Gran? MARTHA: Well, what do you think? COLBY: You mrder lunatic. STAEL: The way to power is open! MARTHA: Oh, dammit, boy, that hurt. MARTHA: Listen, John. There's summat comin'. Can you hear it? Summat comin'. DOCTOR: Are you all right? TYLER: Damn, I'm glad to see you. You're not a moment too soon. MARTHA: No, a moment too late. Listen. DOCTOR: Come on, let's get out of here. LEELA: Doctor! DOCTOR: What? LEELA: That dream! I can't move! TYLER: My legs. I can't move my legs! MARTHA: Look! Look!	{"type": "series", "show": "Doctor Who", "episode": "15x11 - Image of the Fendahl - part 3"}	foreverdreaming
IMAGE OF THE FENDAHL BY: CHRIS BOUCHER Part Four Original Air Date: 19 November 1977 Running time: 20:32 LEELA: What's happening? Why can't we move? DOCTOR: Shush. It's psychotelekinetic. It controls your muscles telepathically. TYLER: It's only loaded with rock salt. DOCTOR: No matter. It's confused that I can still move. Shut your eyes. Shut your eyes! Now concentrate on your legs, and when I shout, run! DOCTOR: Run! Come on! LEELA: I can't. TYLER: I'm trying. LEELA: I can't move my legs. DOCTOR: Run for your life! TYLER: Come on, Gran. DOCTOR: Rock salt. COLBY: Thea? Thea! MOSS: No! No! Don't do that! Don't do that! Argh! COLBY: Move, man! Why don't you move? STAEL: This is not how it should be. DOCTOR: Well done. Well done. That sort of control's almost impossible to break. TYLER: What was it? LEELA: The Fendahl. DOCTOR: No, it wasn't. It was a Fendahleen. It was the same think that klled the hiker and Mitchell. It can only have been created out of pure energy while the skull was restructuring Thea's brain. TYLER: What's he talking about? DOCTOR: What's that for? TYLER: Oh, I dunno, but it comes from Fendelman's laboratory. MARTHA: It goes down to the cellar by the look of it. DOCTOR: That's it! Leela, you'd better come with me. Jack, stay with your grandma. We'd better find out what's going on down there. TYLER: You're all right, Gran. MARTHA: You know summat, John? There's going to come a time when I'll be too old for this sort of thing. COLBY: Hmm? DOCTOR: Shush. Shush. Get him out of here as soon as you can. Whatever you do, don't look at her eyes. Shush. Don't look at her eyes. COLBY: What about the others? We can't just leave them. LEELA: Leave that to the Doctor. Come on. STAEL: Help me. COLBY: Come on, man. Get out while you still can! LEELA: Get out of here! Will you get out! STAEL: Help DOCTOR: Come on. Come on. It's too late. You've seen her eyes. STAEL: The gn. DOCTOR: What? STAEL: Give me the gn. DOCTOR: It won't have any effect on her. STAEL: It's on the altar. It's not for her. It's for me. DOCTOR: I'm sorry. STAEL: Thank you. TYLER: What's happened? What's happening now? LEELA: There are Fendahleen everywhere. MARTHA: You all right, Professor? You look a bit peaky. COLBY: This is all your fault, do you know that? Stupid old witch. TYLER: Hey, you watch your mouth, boy. MARTHA: Oh, don't worry, John. He's only frightened like the rest of us. LEELA: Quiet. Listen. COLBY: Look, don't you thrat me, you swede-bashing cretin. LEELA: Listen! You nearly got us all klled down there. Now be quiet, or you'll get yourself klled up here! LEELA: Oh, I'm glad to see you. DOCTOR: Put that away. You almost got us klled down there. COLBY: It has been mentioned. DOCTOR: Shush. (to Martha) The darkness, is it all around us? MARTHA: No. Only down there, where you just come from. But it's getting darker slowly. DOCTOR: Come on. Let's have a look at the one I asault. MARTHA: Oh, must we? DOCTOR: Hmm, beautiful. COLBY: Beautiful? DOCTOR: Yes, sodium chloride. Obviously affects the conductivity, ruins the overall electrical balance and prevents control of localised disruption to the osmotic pressures. LEELA: Salt kills it. DOCTOR: I just said that. Probably the origin of throwing it over your shoulder. Come on. DOCTOR: Whew. Well, I've saved the planet, but we're too late for the Fendahl. LEELA: Well, if we can kll one, we can kll the rest. DOCTOR: Oh no, that was just a lucky sht up the throat. It's not a throat of course LEELA: Look, Doctor, good marksmanship is not a matter of luck. DOCTOR: True, but that was just an isolated Fendahleen, comparatively weak. What's in the cellar is the Fendahl, the gestalt. TYLER: The what? COLBY: A gestalt is a group creature. It's made up of separate parts, but when they join together they make a new and much more powerful creature. TYLER: He reads a lot, you know. DOCTOR: Shush. Got it. According to the legends of Gallifrey, and the superstitions of this planet, it's fairly certain that the Fendahl is made up of twelve Fendahleen and a core. COLBY: Thea. DOCTOR: Well, yes, what was Thea. It's no longer Thea no more than. I klled one, and Stael sht himself. There are only ten left. LEELA: Are you saying the Fendahl is not yet complete? DOCTOR: Yes, we've still got a chance. Jack? TYLER: Yeah? DOCTOR: Any more of those salt-filled cartridges? TYLER: No, there are just two sht filled ones. DOCTOR: I need rock salt, quickly. MARTHA: 'Ere, have you two got they charms I give 'ee? LEELA: Yes. MARTHA: Give them to me. TYLER: What is it? MARTHA: Rock salt. DOCTOR: Mrs Tyler, you're wonderful. Jack, fix those cartridges. Now, Mrs Tyler, I need as much salt as you can find. Rock salt, table salt. Fill as many containers as you can. Off you go. MARTHA: Yes, right. DOCTOR: Jack? Now listen very carefully. Go out into the corridor and keep watch. When you see the Fendahleen, don't hang around. Give it both barrels and run. Off you go. DOCTOR: Leela? LEELA: Yes? DOCTOR: Go with him. COLBY: Did you say that about twelve million years ago, on a nameless planet which no longer exists, evolution went up a blind alley? DOCTOR: Yes. COLBY: Natural selection turned back on itself and a creature evolved which prospered by absorbing the energy wavelengths of life itself? DOCTOR: Mmm. COLBY: It ate life? All life, including that of its own kind? DOCTOR: Yes. In other words, the Fendahl. And then the Time Lords decided to destroy the entire planet, and hid the fact from posterity. They're not supposed to do that sort of thing, you know. LEELA: Listen. COLBY: So when the Time Lords acted, it was too late. The Fendahl had already come here. DOCTOR: Yes, probably taking in Mars on it's way through. COLBY: Then it got itself buried, but not klled. DOCTOR: The Fendahl is death. How do you kll death? No, what happened was this. The energy amassed by the Fendahl was stored in the skull and dissipated slowly as a biological transmutation field. Now, any appropriate lifeform that came within the field was altered so that it ultimately evolved into something suitable for the Fendahl to use. COLBY: Are you saying that skull created man? DOCTOR: No, I'm saying it may have effected his evolution. TYLER: I can't hear nothing. LEELA: Shush. There's something coming this way. DOCTOR: That would explain the dark side of man's nature. But it's just a theory. COLBY: A pretty wild one. DOCTOR: It's more fun that way. LEELA: Now, Jack, as soon as you see it, fre, and we shall run. TYLER: Look! LEELA: Don't look at her, Jack! fre the gn! TYLER: I can't. LEELA: Don't look at her! TYLER: I can't. LEELA: Jack, give me the gn. TYLER: I can't. DOCTOR: Almost there. Oh, if you want an alternative explanation, the Fendahl fed into the RNA of certain individuals the instincts and compulsions necessary to recreate. These were fed through the generations till they reached Fendelman and people like him. COLBY: Well, that's possibly more plausible. DOCTOR: Or on the other hand, it could all be just a coincidence. Finished. DOCTOR: Find Mrs Tyler. Give her a hand with the salt. Time's running out. DOCTOR: Leela! Leela! LEELA: What happened? Did I h*t it? DOCTOR: Yes. Yes, you did. You're quite right, Leela. Good marksmanship isn't a matter of luck. Come on. MARTHA: Here you are. That's all the salt I can lay me hands on. DOCTOR: Shush. Right, battle stations. Jack, you and your grandma, back to the cottage. TYLER: Right, we'll get DOCTOR: Shush. You know what to do. TYLER: Right. DOCTOR: Good man. COLBY: Oh, where are you going? TYLER: We're going back to the cottage. MARTHA: You'll catch us up. COLBY: Oh, don't worry. I'll probably overtake you. DOCTOR: Lead lined? COLBY: Yes. DOCTOR: Perfect. Right, now this is what I want you to do. Give Leela and me time to get down to the cellar, and then switch on the scanner beam. With luck it should confuse things down there long enough for us to grab the skull and get away. COLBY: Well then what? DOCTOR: Listen. This is important. Be sure to operate the scanner beam for only two minutes, then switch if off and you go. COLBY: But why? DOCTOR: Because I've rigged that to set off a controlled implosion three minutes after you switch off the scanner. We need three minutes to get clear. COLBY: A big bang? DOCTOR: Pretty big. Big enough to blow this place to atoms. LEELA: Then why don't we leave the skull here? DOCTOR: Oh no, too dangerous. It could pop up anywhere and start the whole thing over again. Come on. LEELA: Good luck. DOCTOR: Psst. Remember, three minutes. LEELA: Look out, Doctor! DOCTOR: No, better save some for later. LEELA: Do not worry. COLBY: Five, four, three, two, one. COLBY: You've got three minutes, Doctor. DOCTOR: Come on, I've got it. Let's get out of here. LEELA: Something's happened. DOCTOR: He's switched off the scanner beam. We've got three minutes. Come on! LEELA: Look! DOCTOR: No, don't! LEELA (OOV.): We've done it! DOCTOR (OOV.): Come on, run! DOCTOR: Leela, where are you? LEELA (OOV.): Here! DOCTOR: Then come on! Run! TYLER: You all right, Gran? MARTHA: Yes. TYLER: Well, keep your head down, then. Hey, somebody's coming. COLBY: Any minutes now. DOCTOR: Down! LEELA: What now? DOCTOR: We leave. Vanishing priories take a lot of explaining. LEELA: Will the other be all right? DOCTOR: Yes. Probably at Mrs Tyler's now, eating plum cake off her best china. TYLER: I'll put the kettle on, Gran, eh? MARTHA: Yes. LEELA: What are you going to do about the skull? DOCTOR: Hmm? Oh, find a star about to go supernova and dump it in the vicinity. LEELA: That will destroy it? DOCTOR: Oh, yes. I don't think even that can stand the temperatures generated by a supernova. Ah! LEELA: What? DOCTOR: Found one, in the constellation of Canthares. Just set the coordinates, and we're on our way. LEELA: Then what are we going to do? DOCTOR: I like your new dress. LEELA: It's the old one. DOCTOR: Oh, yes. It has a certain, je ne, je, er. LEELA: What? DOCTOR: What? LEELA: You didn't finish. DOCTOR: Didn't finish what? LEELA: Your sentence. It's a very annoying habit, Doctor. DOCTOR: Oh, yes, yes. Well, it's about K, K LEELA: K9? DOCTOR: K9. Yes. I'd better finish repairing him. LEELA: Ah! You called him him. You called him him! DOCTOR: I can call K9 him if I want to. He's my dog. Aren't you, K9?	{"type": "series", "show": "Doctor Who", "episode": "15x12 - Image of the Fendahl - part 4"}	foreverdreaming
THE SUN MAKERS BY: ROBERT HOLMES Part One Original Air Date: 26 November 1977 Running time: 24:59 WOMAN: Citizen Cordo, District Four? CORDO: Yes? WOMAN: Congratulations, Citizen. Your father ceased at one ten. CORDO: All was well? WOMAN: A fine death. Body weight was eighty four kilos at termination. CORDO: I'm gratified. WOMAN: Gatherer Hade is waiting for the death taxes. CORDO: Yes, I have them here. WOMAN: Pay them at the Gatherer's office. HADE: Let him enter. HADE: Well, Citizen. Death taxes? Not on the desk. It might scar. CORDO: Oh, it is wood, your honour. HADE: Mmm, of a kind called ma-ho-gany. I don't suppose you've ever seen wood before, have you, Citizen? CORDO: No, never. But we learned about it at preparation centre. There was even a picture of a tree! A fine thing. HADE: Simply a primitive way of producing oxygen. Thank the Company we have no need of trees on Pluto. CORDO: Praise the Company. HADE: Is this your account, Citizen? I see you selected the golden death, with four mercy attendants. CORDO: Yes, your honour. I always pledged that when his death day came he would not suffer. HADE: Compassion is a noble thing, Citizen. Also costly. A hundred and seventeen talmars. CORDO: One hundred and seven? No, it can't be. HADE: See the account. CORDO: But there's a mistake. Eighty, they said. Eighty for the golden death. HADE: The Collector recently raised death taxes seventeen percent. CORDO: I didn't know, your Honour. HADE: It was bulletined. CORDO: But I didn't see it. HADE: It is every citizen's duty to know the tax rates. CORDO: I've been working double shifts to earn the money. HADE: Four mercy attendants is now a further eighteen talmars. Disposal fee ten talmars plus of course an ad valorum tax of ten percent. Total one hundred and thirty two talmars. It's all here, you see, and said we put your father's personal contribution of seven talmars. Only seven talmars, Citizen? Must have been a poor man. CORDO: He was a municipal servant for forty years, your Honour. He cleaned the walkways. HADE: And then there's the recycling allowance on his death weight of eighty four kilos. That is eight talmars. Leaving a debt of a hundred and seventeen. CORDO: Please, I have only eighty six. It has taken me years to save it. HADE: How do you propose to settle the thirty one talmars outstanding? CORDO: Well, I can't. Your Honour, I have nothing. HADE: Taxes are the primary consideration, Citizen. I see that you are a D grade worker in the Foundry. CORDO: Yes, your Honour. HADE: Fortunately, as the Gatherer, I have certain powers. I will encourage your supervisor to allow you increased output. CORDO: But, your Honour, I already work a double shift now! I have only my three hours sleep time away from the Foundry. HADE: Twenty one hours a week. You must manage without sleep time until the debt is paid. CORDO: It will kll me! HADE: Take your Q capsule. CORDO: But your Honour, the high medical tax on Q capsules! HADE: Citizen Cordo, you complain too much. Thank the Company you're warm and fed. CORDO: Praise the Company. HADE: You may go. CORDO: I am gratified, your Honour. K9: Queen to knight six. LEELA: There? K9: Affirmative. DOCTOR: Even simple one-dimensional chess exposes the limitations of the machine mind. K9: Bishop to queen six. Mistress! LEELA: There? K9: Affirmative. Check, master. DOCTOR: What? K9: Machine mind computes mate in six moves. DOCTOR: Rubbish! LEELA: Doctor! DOCTOR: Leela, keep still. LEELA: But Doctor, the DOCTOR: And shut up. I'm trying to concentrate. K9: Your move, master. DOCTOR: I know it's my move. Don't flash your eyes at me. K9: Wrong square. DOCTOR: What? K9: Your king, master. Wrong square. DOCTOR: Really? Are you sure? K9: Affirmative. LEELA: Doctor, can I speak now? DOCTOR: What? All right, if you must. What is it? LEELA: Well, the column's stopped moving. DOCTOR: So? LEELA: It is not important? DOCTOR: What?! DOCTOR: We might have gone right through the time spiral! Why didn't you tell me? LEELA: I tried to but you wouldn't let me. DOCTOR: You didn't. LEELA: I did. DOCTOR: You didn't. LEELA: I did! DOCTOR: You didn't. LEELA: I did! DOCTOR: It's that confounded paint. It's always jamming things up. Stay calm. I'm going to materialise and take a reading. LEELA: Where are we? DOCTOR: We're still in the Solar System. Pluto? LEELA: Pluto? DOCTOR: Yes, Pluto. K9: Ninth planet. Was until the discovery of Cassius believed to be the outermost body in the system. It has a diameter of three thousand DOCTOR: Leela, tell your tin friend to shut up. LEELA: K9, you can tell me later. K9: Affirmative. It's distance from the Sun is LEELA: Shush. DOCTOR: Breathable atmosphere. That's wrong. LEELA: There are buildings. DOCTOR: Pluto's a lifeless rock. Leela? I think you and I should take a W A L K. LEELA: W A L K? DOCTOR: W-a-l-k. K9: Walk, mistress. LEELA: I know. K9: Ready, master. DOCTOR: No, no, no. You're not coming. You stay here. K9: Entreat, master. DOCTOR: No. K9: I'll be good. DOCTOR: No! Pluto's no place for a LEELA: I'm sorry, K9. We won't be long. DOCTOR: Quite warm. Around twenty degrees. Very humid. LEELA: It is like Earth, except that the air is scented. DOCTOR: It's all wrong. It shouldn't be like Earth. Unless, of course, the Sun's turned nova. LEELA: Doctor, look! DOCTOR: Fascinating. DOCTOR: What an engineering achievement, eh? DOCTOR: Don't joggle, Leela. Don't joggle. You can look in a minute. DOCTOR: Must have taken them centuries to build a city like that. LEELA: Hey! DOCTOR: What? LEELA: Come down! Please, come back! DOCTOR: Don't touch him! LEELA: Doctor! Please, don't jump. DOCTOR: Magnificent view, isn't it. How high is this building? CORDO: A thousand metres. DOCTOR: A thousand metres? My. Are we interrupting something? CORDO: What would you say, Citizen? DOCTOR: Somehow I have the impression you're thinking of klling yourself. CORDO: It's the taxes. DOCTOR: What? CORDO: It's the taxes. I can't pay the taxes. DOCTOR: Oh, the taxes. My dear old thing, all you need is a wiley accountant. Would you care for a jelly baby? Hmm? Try one. CORDO: What? DOCTOR: They're rather good. DOCTOR: Now, tell us about it. This is Leela, I'm the Doctor. HADE: What is it, Marn? MARN: Air space violation, your Honour. HADE: District Four. MARN: The data vibes also indicate illegal landing. HADE: Hmm? MARN: Block Forty. HADE: Excellent. There's a fine of five hundred talmars on each count. Order my demon(?) immediately, Marn. We must apprehend the culprit. CORDO: Then there's the medical tax on Q-capsules, and work tax on extra hours, so I could never clear the debt. You see, the Company charges fifty percent compound interest on unpaid taxes. I'm only a grade D work unit, three talmars a shift. Three talmars. That's not enough. LEELA: What is he saying, Doctor? I do not understand. DOCTOR: He can't make ends meet. Probably too many economists in the government. LEELA: These taxes, they are like sacrifices to tribal gods? DOCTOR: Well, roughly speaking, but paying tax is more painful. LEELA: Then the people should rise up and slaughter their oppressors! DOCTOR: Well, if little Cordo's at all typical, they haven't any spirit left for fighting. CORDO: It's the Gatherer! Quick, run! LEELA: Run, Doctor! It's the Gatherer! CORDO: If we are caught up here, there is a fine of five talmars or a week in the Correction Centre. DOCTOR: What? CORDO: It is an offence! Only the executive grade is allowed in the light of the suns. DOCTOR: Suns? LEELA: Shush. MARN: How did it get here? HADE: Oh, use your intelligence, Marn. We detected an air space violation. Clearly a sky freighter. MARN: But what is it, your Honour? HADE: Obviously a container. See the lock? LEELA: He is trying to open the TARDIS. DOCTOR: Pity K9 can't bark. CORDO: Quick! Quick! DOCTOR: What is it? CORDO: We must get away. DOCTOR: For someone who wanted to commit su1c1de a few minutes ago, you seem very anxious not to be caught. CORDO: Death is easy. Perhaps you've never been in the Correction Centre, Citizen. DOCTOR: Come on, Leela. CORDO: Hurry. HADE: It's an intriguing case, Marn. MARN: Your Honour, it's inconceivable. To flout so many regulations. HADE: Exactly. I smell something very big. Perhaps another Kandor conspiracy. MARN: What was that? HADE: Oh yes, Kandor. MARN: I never heard of it. HADE: Yes, it wasn't made public at the time in case it gave others ideas. Kandor was an executive grade in Megropolis Four who falsified computer records for the enrichment of himself and his fellow conspirators. Altogether he defrauded the Company of millions of talmars. MARN: Praise the Company. What happened to him? HADE: He survived three years in the Correction Centre. MARN: Three years? A record. HADE: He was very strong. LEELA: Where are we going? DOCTOR: I don't know. Why did you run? LEELA: Well, he ran first. DOCTOR: That's no answer. LEELA: Why did you run? DOCTOR: I don't know. Odd, isn't it? LEELA: Perhaps everyone runs from the tax man. DOCTOR: He says you're right. MARN: I can easily trace the delivery and freighter records. HADE: Whatever programme the freighter used will self destruct in print. MARN: You mean the instruction will not be retained in records? But that's another illegal HADE: Does the robber hesitate to break a window? We're not dealing here, Marn, with some snivelling tax defaulter. This is a carefully planned criminal enterprise. MARN: To what end, your Honour? HADE: To defraud the Company of its rightful revenues by smuggling contraband goods into the Megropolis. I see the magnitude of the offence astounds you. MARN: Well, it's hard to believe such depths of criminality. HADE: It exists, Marn. It exists. Despite the screening and the Preparation Centres and the air conditioning, criminal deviants occur in every generation. Enemies of the Company. On old Earth they had a saying. There's one rotten acorn in every barrel. We must find this filth, Marn. Find it and crush it. MARN: The Company be praised. How should it be done? HADE: I have a plan. DOCTOR: What's the hurry? CORDO: I must leave you here, Citizens. LEELA: What are you going to do? CORDO: Perhaps I can join the others. LEELA: Who are the others? CORDO: It is said they live in the Undercity. Outlaws, tax criminals, some who've escaped from the Correction Centre. Perhaps they will help me, if they exist. LEELA: If you are not sure they exist, how do you expect to find them? CORDO: I know the secret way to the Undercity. You see, my father was an E grade work unit. He cleaned the walkways all his life. He learned the secret. DOCTOR: We'll come with you. CORDO: I'm gratified, Citizens, but there may be danger. DOCTOR: No, I'm interested in this Undercity. Always like to get to the bottom of things. LEELA: Come on. CORDO: But you don't understand, Citizens. My father looked in once. He said there is no light, nothing. It is not possible to imagine such a thing. LEELA: You mean it is dark. CORDO: What is dark? LEELA: Well, at night, when the sun has gone. DOCTOR: He means there's no night on this planet, Leela. That's why the concept of darkness frightens him. LEELA: But that is not possible. Every planet must have a night. DOCTOR: Not if the sidereal and axial rotation periods are the same, or if there's more than one sun. CORDO: There are six. DOCTOR: What, six suns on Pluto? CORDO: Well, everyone knows that. Each Megropolis was given its own sun. DOCTOR: In-station fusion satellites. Galileo would have been impressed. DOCTOR: Cordo? CORDO: Yes? DOCTOR: Which way? CORDO: Somewhere beyond this point there is a little grating in the ground. DOCTOR: Well, go on. CORDO: No, I can't. It's hard to see. All the light is fading. LEELA: Your eyes will soon grow accustomed to the darkness. CORDO: I didn't think it would be as bad as this. I must turn back. DOCTOR: Too late. DOCTOR: Take your hand off that Knfe, Leela. DOCTOR: Hello. You must be the others. K9: Master? MARN: The tracker system is activated, your Honour. HADE: So soon? Well done, Marn. MARN: What is it? HADE: I don't have to tell you, Marn. GOUDRY: We caught these three snooping around the service subway. DOCTOR: You did not catch us. We allowed you to escort us. MANDRELL: What are they? GOUDRY: They claim they're from another planet, Mandrell. MANDRELL: There's no life on the other planets. DOCTOR: Really? How many other planets have you been to? MANDRELL: Show courtesy to my rank, or I'll cut your skin off inch by inch. DOCTOR: I can see we're going to get on famously. K9: Descend to level forty two. MANDRELL: Where are they from? He looks like an Ajack. DOCTOR: Do you think he's insulting me? LEELA: With a face like his? He would not dare. DOCTOR: No. LEELA: Let me get him, Doctor. I could cut his heart out. DOCTOR: Shush. We haven't come here to fight. We haven't come here to fight. MANDRELL: Why did you come here, then? DOCTOR: Because my new little chum here seemed unhappy about something. MANDRELL: The D grade? DOCTOR: Yes, the D grade. LEELA: He wishes to join your tribe. MANDRELL: Get him up. DOCTOR: I'll get him up. Come on, don't be frightened. CORDO: Light. Please, Doctor, let me see some light. MANDRELL: Fool, there's no light down here. Only that which we make ourselves. GOUDRY: Come on. Come on! We can make a few candles out of him. It's all he's good for, Mandrell. MANDRELL: Shut up. What's your name? CORDO: Citizen Cordo, District Four. GOUDRY: Foundry or smelting? CORDO: I'm a foundry work unit, your honour. Always respectable. All my life I've met the production quotas, paid my dues and taxes, praise the Company. MANDRELL: Stuff the Company. Mouth those mindless parties down here, Citizen Cordo, and you'll get your throat slit. So, you're in trouble with the Gatherer, eh? CORDO: Yes. I couldn't meet my father's death taxes. It was more than I was told, and I MANDRELL: It's always more than they tell you. I've heard the story a thousand times. You stay with us, you'll have to earn your keep. CORDO: Oh, yes, your honour, I'll work. Anything. MANDRELL: Work? Work, Cordo? Nobody works here. We go into the upper levels and steal what we need. Aye, and kll for our needs when necessary. VEET: This skin, it's real skin! LEELA: You touch me again and I'll fillet you! MANDRELL: A handy girl. Doctor? DOCTOR: Hmm? MANDRELL: You two may be of more use to us than I thought. DOCTOR: Well I'm delighted to. Oh, no, no, we're just tourists. We're not staying. DOCTOR: On the other hand, it is quite cozy. Don't you think it's quite cozy here? MARN: It's turning into subway CT1. HADE: How I dislike the lower levels. So very depressing. MARN: The D grade work units have their dormer somewhere along there. HADE: He's turned again, Marn. Where is it now? MARN: It looks like one of the service subways, your Honour. VEET: It is finished. MANDRELL: A thousand talmars? VEET: It will do. MANDRELL: It'd better do. A little task for you, Doctor. DOCTOR: Oh, good. MANDRELL: Here's a ConSumCard we got of an Ajack. It's made out for a thousand talmars. DOCTOR: A thousand talmars. Stolen? MANDRELL: What do you think? DOCTOR: Stolen. MANDRELL: It hasn't been used, so it's not on the computer records. GOUDRY: None of us could us it. We don't look like Ajacks. DOCTOR: Hmm. What do these Ajacks look like, if I'm pretending to be one. I ask merely for information. GOUDRY: They're all miners. They live in Megropolis Three. MANDRELL: Do you know how to use a ConSumCard? DOCTOR: Er, computer microloaded, er, do you feed it into a reader? MANDRELL: At the ConSum Bank on subway thirty seven. DOCTOR: Subway thirty seven. MANDRELL: Cordo? You show the Doctor how to get there. LEELA: (quietly) Do not go, Doctor. DOCTOR: What? Suppose I refuse to go? MANDRELL: You'll die. DOCTOR: It was just a passing thought. MANDRELL: Well, here's another one in case you run off with our talmars. If you're not back by this time, the girl dies. CORDO: I couldn't breathe down there. DOCTOR: It was a bit stuffy, but unscented. CORDO: What is it? DOCTOR: Nothing, just an idea. K9. K9: Master. DOCTOR: Didn't I tell you to stay in the TARDIS? MARN: An Ajack, by the stamp of him. HADE: The other. The other I've seen somewhere before. MARN: A D grade? HADE: D grade. Hmm. Of course! He was here, only hours ago, whining for time to pay his taxes. MARN: What would an Ajack want with those riff-raff of the Undercity? HADE: Quick, put the tracker on the Ajack. MARN: Your Honour, it's not possible. The tracker system is keyed to follow that machine. HADE: You mean you've lost him. MARN: We know the subways he's traversing. We can make physical contact. HADE: No, too soon for that. I want to know more about this Ajack. By my ledger, I've got it, Marn! MARN: Your Honour? HADE: I know what they're smuggling. Arms. MARN: w*apon? HADE: Mmm. They were always an arrogant, unsettled lot, the Ajacks. The air conditioning isn't effective in the mines. It's long been recognised that if there's ever a rebellion against the Company, it will start among the Ajacks. Don't you see? MARN: You mean he's smuggling arms to the Undercity? HADE: Exactly. And if it's happening here, it's a talmar to a toffee it's happening in every Megropolis on Pluto. MARN: What shall we do? HADE: I must go to the Company palace and warn the Collector. We need the Inner Retinue to deal with this. CORDO: There it is, Doctor. DOCTOR: Tens, please.	{"type": "series", "show": "Doctor Who", "episode": "15x13 - The Sun Makers - part 1"}	foreverdreaming
THE SUN MAKERS BY: ROBERT HOLMES Part Two Original Air Date: 3 December 1977 Running time: 24:57 MANDRELL: Your friend the Doctor, he'd better hurry. VEET: Mandrell, when you kll her don't damage her too much. MANDRELL: Oh, what a tender heart, Veet. VEET: I want those skins. MANDRELL: See how she begs for a gently death for you? So full of love and compassion. LEELA: Before I die, I'll see this rat hole ankle deep in blood. That is a promised thing. GOUDRY: By the Company, if Mandrell orders her klled, I won't be the first man on his feet. HADE: Your Highest, a thousand apologies for this intrusion. COLLECTOR: (without looking up) ?? Hade. Time is money. HADE: Ah, what a great truth, your Sublimity. A pearl of wisdom. COLLECTOR: Get to the point. HADE: I've grounds for believing, your Eminence, that there is a conspiracy among dissident Ajacks to foment armed rebellion against the Company, glory be to the Company. COLLECTOR: Interesting. What exactly do you know, Hade? BISHAM: Don't try to speak yet, my friend. Valerium gas affects the throat. DOCTOR: Where? BISHAM: Where are you? You're in the Correction Centre. This is the Induction Therapy Section. That means they sensitise areas of the brain and clear the neural pathways so that when we arrive in Physical, we feel the full benefit. It intensifies pain a thousand times. DOCTOR: How long have I been here? BISHAM: They brought you in just as the trumpets were sounding second workshift. About an hour ago. DOCTOR: An hour. DOCTOR: Thank you. BISHAM: It's a pleasure. MANDRELL: Your time's up, girl. MANDRELL: Seize her. LEELA: The next one dies. MANDRELL: Take her, you cowardly scabs! Must I do it myself? LEELA: Oh, try, Mandrell. Prove you have a heart as big as your mouth. VEET: Mandrell! Wait a minute. Give the Doctor some more time. GOUDRY: It's possible that D grade Cordo took the wrong subway. He's not too smart. MANDRELL: You craven gutten factory fodder. Are you frightened of a half-grown girl? GOUDRY: Take care, Mandrell. VEET: Watch it. CORDO: The Doctor! MANDRELL: What? CORDO: They've got him! LEELA: What do you mean? VEET: How did they get him? CORDO: At the ConSum Bank. Something went wrong. I don't know, maybe it was the card. MANDRELL: Veet! VEET: The card was perfect. CORDO: Well, the alarm blew as soon as he got in there. He didn't stand a chance. I had to run. VEET: It must have been the Doctor's fault. The card had never been used. LEELA: Where's the Doctor now, Cordo? CORDO: Security picked him up there right away. They must have been cruising that section. LEELA: What will they do to him? GOUDRY: He'll be in the Correction Centre by now. LEELA: What? GOUDRY: They don't waste time. VEET: Not when he's defrauding the ConSum Bank. MANDRELL: That's high crime. VEET: He'll get maximum. LEELA: Maximum what? VEET: Correction, of course. That's what the Centre's for, correcting people. He won't live long after that. BISHAM: What are you doing? DOCTOR: Going for a little hop. Good for the circulation. What did they get you for? BISHAM: Curiosity. DOCTOR: That's a crime here? BISHAM: Yes. I was an executive grade at the chemical plant in charge of PCM production. I got curious about some of the other products. DOCTOR: Go on. BISHAM: Well, there were some tablets labelled For Official Use only, for the Gatherers and the other Company staff. I wondered what they were, so I took some. DOCTOR: Ah. BISHAM: I felt completely different, as though I'd never really been alive until then. DOCTOR: So you carried on taking them? BISHAM: Of course I did. I suppose they noticed the difference in me and kept watch. The MegroGuards came for me during my last sleep time. DOCTOR: What does PCM stand for? BISHAM: Pentocyleinicmethylhydrane. DOCTOR: What? BISHAM: You know something about chemistry? DOCTOR: Enough to recognise an anxiety inducing agent when I smell one. BISHAM: No, no, it eliminates airborne infections. DOCTOR: That's what they tell you. It also eliminates freedom. COLLECTOR: These cellar dwellers should be erased. HADE: Indubitably, your Elevation. It's a question of manpower. I simply haven't got sufficient staff. COLLECTOR: It is against Company policy to give supportive aid to the civil administration. We run a purely fiscal operation. HADE: Your Pinnacle, a five percent increase in protection tax would repay the Company, its name be praised. COLLECTOR: Good thinking, Hade. You tempt me. HADE: There is also the consideration that any sustained unrest amongst the work units could damage profitability. COLLECTOR: Productivity-wise, I agree. An ongoing insurrectionary situation would not be acceptable to my management. This fiscal period we're aiming for a seven percent increase in the gross planetary product. HADE: An achievable target, your Colossus, only if there is no dissention. With increased manpower I could locate and destroy these anti-Company agents before any harm is done. COLLECTOR: Half a division of my Inner Retinue. That's all I can spare. HADE: I am gratified. COLLECTOR: Also increase the daily PCM dosage three percent by volume as of now. HADE: I COLLECTOR: This interview is terminated. HADE: Have the honour to remain, sir COLLECTOR: Seventeen. Twenty. HADE: Your humble and obedient servant. Yours etc etc. COLLECTOR: Twenty two. Nineteen. Fourteen and twenty five. LEELA: What kind of men are you? MANDRELL: The kind that want to live. LEELA: If only six of you come with me to this Correction Centre, we can get the Doctor out. MANDRELL: Why should we risk our necks for him? LEELA: You sent him to the ConSum Bank and now he's in trouble you will not even help him. GOUDRY: There's nothing we can do. LEELA: How do you know when you will not even try? MANDRELL: Listen, fool, the Correction Centre is under the Palace itself. LEELA: What Palace? MANDRELL: What Palace? There's only one Palace. VEET: It's where the Collector lives. They say he likes to hear the screams. That's why the Centre's there. MANDRELL: And that's why we won't raid it. Because it's guarded by him Inner Retinue and they've got things called gn. And what have we got? LEELA: You? You have nothing, Mandrell. No pride, no courage, no manhood. Even animals protect their own. You say to me you want to live. Well I'll say this to you. If you lie skulking in this black pit while the Doctor dies, then you will live, but without honour! MANDRELL: Someone silence the termagin. She's crazy. LEELA: I want just six of you to come with me. Now, who amongst you is a true man? You, Goudry. GOUDRY: Like Mandrell says, the guards are armed. LEELA: You? Will you come? LEELA: I see. Not one of you. Then I shall go alone. CORDO: I'll come, Leela. LEELA: You, Cordo? CORDO: I know I'm not much help. I'm not brave and I can't fight, but, well, at least I can show you the way. LEELA: Cordo, you are the bravest man here. Come. DOCTOR: Tell me, Bisham, how do they spread the PCM through the atmosphere? BISHAM: It's a high pressure system, Doctor. The PCM is volatilized through the vapour towers and the air conditioning system. DOCTOR: I should think so too. Do you know how long we've been sitting here without any attention at all? Do you know that? DOCTOR: I said, do you know how long we've been sitting here without any attention? Are you deaf or something? Is he deaf or something? BISHAM: We don't count anymore. We're just material for processing. DOCTOR: Ah. Right. I'm glad he isn't deaf. DOCTOR: I would have felt guilty. Don't leave it in too long, it goes frizzy. BISHAM: I'm sorry our acquaintance was so brief, Doctor. It has been a pleasure meeting you. DOCTOR: Oh, that's all right, Bisham. We'll have another opportunity to talk. There's a lot you can tell me. BISHAM: I'm afraid after this nobody remembers much. DOCTOR: I wouldn't touch that, if I were you. DOCTOR: I said, I wouldn't touch that if I were you. DOCTOR: Are you sure he wasn't deaf? HADE: Detained? When was this? By whose order? MARN: He was caught while frauding with a stolen ConSumCard. The MegroGuards have taken him to Correction. HADE: Too soon, Marn. Too soon. Oh, we might squeeze the names of his accomplices out of him, but if they hear he's been arrested they'll take fright. Many of them must be Executive grades. They'll move to other Megropolises. We could be years tracking them down. MARN: He's our only lead, your Honour. HADE: Hmm. Have him released from Correction immediately. MARN: What reason shall I give? HADE: Tell them that Gatherer Hade orders the charge to be quashed. MARN: And bring him here. HADE: Exactly. We must lull any suspicions he may have. LEELA: K9, what are you doing here? K9: Waiting, mistress. LEELA: Waiting for what? K9: The Doctor master ordered me to stay. LEELA: In the TARDIS. You should not be here at all. K9: Affirmative. LEELA: Oh, K9, this is Cordo. Cordo, K9. CORDO: Yes, I've seen it before. What is it? LEELA: Well, he's a sort of friend. K9: Affirmative. Friend. LEELA: K9, are your batteries fully charged? K9: All my systems are at maximum function, mistress. LEELA: Then you had better come with us. I think we might be needing you. BISHAM: I wonder how long it'll take them to fix that? DOCTOR: Not long, I'm afraid. There's no need to hurry on our account. Take a break or something. Have a cup of tea. Have some jelly babies. There are some in my coat pocket. No? All right. DOCTOR: Hello. MARN: This is the one. Untie him. DOCTOR: Ah, thank you. I don't like this jacket. Not very comfortable. I like a jacket with a lot of pockets, don't you? What's the next treat going to be, hmm? What's your name? MARN: Gatherer Hade wishes to see you. DOCTOR: Gatherer Hade? MARN: He ordered your release. DOCTOR: What about my chum? MARN: Just you. CORDO: It's the next turn. About fifty yards. There's a guard on the gate. LEELA: Just one? CORDO: I have seen two, but normally there's just one. LEELA: Strange. I feel fear. Why should I be frightened? K9: There is a chemical inhibitor in the air, mistress. I have analysed it. LEELA: What does that mean, K9? K9: It means you feel fear because it affects the human nervous system and debilitates the will. LEELA: You mean there's nothing to be afraid of, just something in the air? K9: Affirmative. LEELA: Right. Come on. HADE: Ah, Citizen Doc-Tor. Welcome. Come in, sit down. DOCTOR: Thank you. HADE: No, no, no. Please, please. HADE: Citizen Doc-Tor. An unusual name. DOCTOR: Yes, especially for an Ajack. HADE: Indeed. There are so many Wurgs and Keeks in Megropolis Three I sometimes wonder how my distinguished colleague, Gatherer Pile, manages to keep track of you all. DOCTOR: Indeed. But how very clever of you to know my name. HADE: Well, it's here, on your ConSumCard. DOCTOR: Ah. HADE: The cause of your unfortunate experience, of which I trust there are no ill effects? DOCTOR: Oh, not at all, not at all. Your guards were entirely charming, and so attentive. HADE: I am gratified. I brought you here, Citizen Doc-Tor, first of all to give you the thousand talmars you requested. HADE: And also to apologise for any inconvenience. To err is computer. DOCTOR: To forgive is fine? LEELA: All right, K9. Bite. K9: Mistress? LEELA: Stun him. K9: Affirmative. MARN: Would you care for a leaf? DOCTOR: Oh, thank you, thank you. Thank you. DOCTOR: Rubus idaeus? HADE: No, raspberry leaves. I have them specially imported. They contain natural chlorophyll. Very healthy. DOCTOR: Have you ever tasted raspberry leaf tea? Awfully good for aliments of the throat. HADE: Is that so? DOCTOR: Yes. HADE: Of course, in primitive times on Old Earth, they ate prodigious quantities of vegetable matter without any apparent harm to their system. DOCTOR: Remarkable. HADE: Mmm. I'm quite a student of antiquity. Many people alive are not even aware that our species originated on Old Earth. DOCTOR: I can hardly credit it. HADE: It's true. They learn nothing in the Preparation Centres. DOCTOR: Mind you, I've often wondered why we left Old Earth. HADE: Ah, well, of course there is a religious view, though I've always inclined to the expansionist theory. Natural progression. Tell me, Citizen Doc-Tor, are you planning to stay long in Megropolis One? DOCTOR: Not long, no. HADE: Well, while you're here, you must get about a bit. After all, it is the first and oldest city on Pluto. There's much of interest to see. DOCTOR: Well, I shall certainly try. In fact, I shall start right now. HADE: Oh, don't let me detain you any longer. I know you visiting Executives have a very busy schedule. An agreeable meeting. DOCTOR: Humbug? HADE: Oh, I am gratified. MARN: The tracker system is keyed to him, your Honour. HADE: Excellent. I think he swallowed my story of mechanical error without any suspicion. MARN: He couldn't believe his luck when we gave him the thousand talmars. That was a stroke of genius, your Honour. HADE: I think it added a touch of verisimilitude. Of course, he needed the money for a reason. Possibly to buy the services of that work-shy scum in the Undercity. HADE: Let's see where he's heading. LEELA: This door, K9? K9: Negative. LEELA: Here, K9? K9: Affirmative. The master passed through this entrance. LEELA: It is not him! Guard the door, K9. Help me free this one, Cordo. BISHAM: Gratified, Citizens. LEELA: Listen. Listen, we're looking for the Doctor. BISHAM: You are his friends? CORDO: Jelly babies! LEELA: You have seen him! Where is he? BISHAM: Yes, he was here, but they set him free. LEELA: Who did? Where is he now? BISHAM: I don't know. He went out with one of the Gatherer's officials. CORDO: Leela, we should go. The longer we're here LEELA: Yes. Check the corridor, K9. K9: Mistress. LEELA: Are you fit enough to move? BISHAM: Yes, yes, I think so. The treatment had only just started when you came in. K9: Corridor clear, mistress. CORDO: Leela! LEELA: You'd better come with us. Come on. MARN: He's returning to the Undercity, your Honour. The tracker system doesn't function there. HADE: No matter if we lose him for an hour or two underground. We can always locate him whenever he moves in the city. MARN: But it is in the Undercity, your Honour, that the rebellion is festering. HADE: The Collector has allocated me half a division of his Inner Retinue, Marn. They'll soon deal with that leaderless rabble. I shall send one squad in through the heating conduits to force them into the open. The other section will pick them off as they emerge. MARN: Your Honour is a tactical genius. HADE: I formed the plan on my way back from the Palace. I call it Morton's Fork, in honour of one of my illustrious predecessors. MARN: Shall I alert the guards? HADE: Not yet. Morton's Fork will sab, Marn, only when I am sure we have identified all the conspirators. GUARD: Emergency. Emergency. Calling all Districts. MANDRELL: This tastes like swill. Where'd you get this garbage? VEET: Don't you like it, Mandrell? I'll have yours. GOUDRY: Listen. DOCTOR: Suppertime? Save me some. GOUDRY: We heard you'd been taken. DOCTOR: Well, I was, I was, but it was all a misunderstanding. Gatherer apologised profusely. Shush. DOCTOR: A thousand talmars. MANDRELL: What trick's this? DOCTOR: No trick. Gave me a raspberry leaf as well. Where's Leela? MANDRELL: She's gone. DOCTOR: What? MANDRELL: She's gone. GOUDRY: We heard you were in the Correction Centre. She went off with some crazy idea of getting you out. DOCTOR: Mandrell, you made a certain thrat before I left. If anything's happened to that girl. MANDRELL: Don't thrat me, Doctor. The Gatherer doesn't give anyone money. He takes but he doesn't give, so you'd better have a good story. DOCTOR: Once upon a time there were three sisters. MANDRELL: I think you're a spy. A spy for the Gatherer. CORDO: The guard, he's gone! LEELA: We should have k*lled him. He will have raised the alarm. BISHAM: Well, there's no turning back. CORDO: If we're caught in this corridor, we'll have no chance, Leela. LEELA: What do you suggest? CORDO: We must be daring. If we take the P45 return route they'll never expect to find us there. BISHAM: I hope you're right, Cordo. LEELA: Come on, lead the way. LEELA: There are guards. They have blocked the subway. CORDO: There is a level interchange back there. LEELA: Right. CORDO: It's no good, they've seen us.	{"type": "series", "show": "Doctor Who", "episode": "15x14 - The Sun Makers - part 2"}	foreverdreaming
THE SUN MAKERS BY: ROBERT HOLMES Part Three Original Air Date: 10 December 1977 Running time: 24:57 LEELA: K9. K9: Mistress? LEELA: Hide. We must keep still. Make them think we will not fight. BISHAM: You have a gn, Leela. Why don't you kll us? LEELA: What? BISHAM: I'd rather die here than let them take us. GUARD 2: Drop your arms. LEELA: Get them, K9. K9: Satisfactory, mistress? LEELA: Get their gn. K9: Satisfactory, mistress? LEELA: Yes, K9. What do you want, a biscuit? We will take this machine and crash through their barrier. Put K9 on the back. GUARD 3: The shting's stopped. Our lads must have got them. Not our lucky day. LEELA: Ready? Forward. LEELA: What's wrong with it? I said forward! BISHAM: Perhaps I'd better take over, Leela. LEELA: All right. I will have the gn. GUARD 3: Bring them against this wall. That's right. GUARD 3: Look out! LEELA: We've done it! LEELA: Ow! CORDO: Stop! Leela's been ht! BISHAM: We can't help her. MANDRELL: Now you're going to answer my questions, Doctor. DOCTOR: Good. MANDRELL: Why did the Gatherer give you this money? DOCTOR: Maybe he liked my face. MANDRELL: You know what I think? DOCTOR: Ah, that's a catch question. With a brain your size you don't think, right? MANDRELL: Now listen, Doctor. We can either do this the easy way DOCTOR: Or we can do it the hard way. I've heard that one, too. MANDRELL: Get him. MANDRELL: The Gatherer gave you a thousand talmars to bring to us? DOCTOR: Well, even Gatherers have their bad days. MANDRELL: Now this is going to be your bad day, Doctor, if you don't start talking. DOCTOR: About what? MANDRELL: The deal. You and the Gatherer made a deal. DOCTOR: I only made one deal, Mandrell, and that was with you under duress, and you haven't kept your part of it. MANDRELL: Now the irons. Another minute. Doctor, you've got one more minute. DOCTOR: Yes, that sort of subtle approach is always more effective than crude volence. VEET: Oh, he's very cool. GOUDRY: Parts of him won't be so cool soon. MANDRELL: This is your last chance. DOCTOR: You're a fool, Mandrell. I don't know why yet, but I was released from the Correction Centre. The Gatherer gave me a cock and bull story about machine error, and he gave me a thousand talmars to make it sound convincing. That's all I know. MANDRELL: You'll have to do better than that, Doctor. DOCTOR: You're not very good at it, Mandrell. MANDRELL: Talk, Doctor. DOCTOR: It's the eyes. No conviction. MANDRELL: I'm going to count to ten, Doctor. One DOCTOR: Oh, put it aside, Mandrell. You look a fool. MANDRELL: Two. DOCTOR: Three. MANDRELL: Four. DOCTOR: Five. MANDRELL: Five. DOCTOR: Ha! CORDO: Hold it, Mandrell! DOCTOR: Thank you, gentlemen. DOCTOR: Nice to see you both. Where's Leela? Well, where is she? COMMANDER: She's not numbered, Excellency. COLLECTOR: What? All our work units are numbered at birth. COMMANDER: Some criminals have the number removed by surgery, but there's always a scar. COLLECTOR: No number. A mystery to solve. Maximise her medicare. Bring her to me the moment she's on her feet. COMMANDER: Yes, Excellency. GOUDRY: He's asking us to help him! CORDO: No, no, he's not. DOCTOR: No, no, I'm not. I'm not, Goudry. I'm asking you to help yourselves. Nothing will change round here unless you change it. CORDO: We have the two gn, and there's K9 upstairs. VEET: Two gn? What will we do with two gn against all those guards? DOCTOR: You can't do anything, but there are fifty million people in this city. Think how the guards will react to that number. GOUDRY: It's crazy talk. Rebellion? No one would support you. DOCTOR: Given the chance to breathe clean air for a few hours, they might. Have you thought of that? BISHAM: I've thought of that, Doctor. The PCM is the source of the Company's power, but without explsives there's no way of stopping it entering the vapour chambers. DOCTOR: There's always a way. Come here. DOCTOR: Listen, that drug is volatilized into the atmosphere. What's its critical temperature? BISHAM: Two hundred and five centigrade. DOCTOR: Two hundred and five centigrade. So if we lower the temperature in the chamber BISHAM: There are eight of them, all round the city. DOCTOR: What? MANDRELL: But all controlled from one point. DOCTOR: How do you know that? MANDRELL: I was a B grade in Main Control. The Doctor's right. It could work. GOUDRY: Are you out of your mind, Mandrell? BISHAM: How? DOCTOR: You mean take over Main Control? MANDRELL: Yes. There are only two work units on duty up there. You're right, Doctor. It could be done. GOUDRY: It sounded to me like you were saying we should help! MANDRELL: That's what I was thinking, Goudry. GOUDRY: But why? It's a crazy idea. MANDRELL: But I think it could work. And what have we got to lose? DOCTOR: Only your claims. BISHAM: Well put, Doctor. DOCTOR: Oh, it was nothing. I have a gift for the apt phrase. CORDO: Anything's worth trying. If only we could win. Just think, if we could bat the Company! DOCTOR: There's no if about it, Cordo. We will. BISHAM: What's your plan, Doctor? DOCTOR: First of all we've got to blind the scanner system. At the moment it's sensitised on me, so I can't move from this spot. MANDRELL: What scanner system? DOCTOR: Well, every few metres along the subway there are tubes in the walls. GOUDRY: You mean the sun feeds. DOCTOR: No, I mean the oculoid electronic monitors. They're connected to concealed cables. Cordo, I want two of them brought here. CORDO: Right, Doctor. DOCTOR: Cordo? CORDO: Yes? DOCTOR: Take care. I mean, unplug them carefully. BISHAM: Doctor? DOCTOR: Yes? BISHAM: I don't think she was badly wounded. LEELA: Get this thing off me! COMMANDER: The trror1st, Excellency. LEELA: Let me go! COLLECTOR: Name. COMMANDER: Answer his Excellency. LEELA: I will split you. COMMANDER: Your name! LEELA: Leela. COLLECTOR: Place of birth. LEELA: I don't have to answer. COLLECTOR: Place of birth. LEELA: I don't know. I'm a member of the Sevateem. COLLECTOR: The Sevateem? LEELA: My tribe. Tell this gorilla to take his paws off me. COLLECTOR: Zero zero five on Sevateem. COMPUTER: Zero zero five. Sevateem. Negative report. Semantic analysis suggests linguistic corruption. Inferences degenerate unsupported Tellurian colony. COLLECTOR: How did you get to Pluto? LEELA: By accident, as usual. COMMANDER: Answer respectfully! LEELA: The Doctor brought me in a machine called a TARDIS, if that leaves you any the wiser. COLLECTOR: What is the Doctor? LEELA: He is a Time Lord. COLLECTOR: You were in that criminal attck on the Company Correction Centre. Why? LEELA: Well, I heard the Doctor was in trouble, so I came to rescue him, but when I got here he'd been set free, so we COLLECTOR: This interview is terminated. Remove her. COMMANDER: Erased, Excellency? COLLECTOR: Not as of now. Place her under pending. COMMANDER: Immediately, Excellency. LEELA: Put me down! COLLECTOR: I'll issue an invoice for erasure by close of business today. Zero zero five. The Time Lords. Specifically one known as the Doctor. COMPUTER: Zero zero five. Time Lords. Oligarchic rulers of the planet Gallifrey. The planet was classified grade three in the last market survey, its potential for market development being correspondingly low. CORDO: It's true. If we all act together, there's nothing the Company can do. VEET: If we all act together. GOUDRY: Yes, let's fight the Company. VEET: Fight, yes. DOCTOR: What is this Company? Can anyone tell me that? MANDRELL: Well, it's just the Company. GOUDRY: It gave us the suns. DOCTOR: Shush. I mean, who runs it? What's it for? BISHAM: It makes a profit, that's what it's for. And the, er, Collector is a sort of high official. There's nobody else. DOCTOR: A profit? BISHAM: Yes. DOCTOR: But who gets the profit? Where does it go? VEET: Not to us. BISHAM: They're not questions we've ever thought about. I mean there's no answer. DOCTOR: Wouldn't it be interesting to find the answer? BISHAM: Well, yes, of course GOUDRY: Yes! DOCTOR: Cordo, take these. They're ready. CORDO: Right, Doctor. DOCTOR: Now listen. Bisham and Mandrell, stay with me. Now the rest of you, I want you to scatter through the city and tell the people what's happening. Remind them that they're human beings, and tell them that human beings always have to fight for their freedom. All right? ALL: Right! DOCTOR: You all know what to do? ALL: Yes! DOCTOR: Let's go. HADE: Your Hugeness sent for me? COLLECTOR: You ordered a prisoner to be released from Correction today. Why? HADE: I can explain, your Amplification. He is the Ajack conspirator sent here to foment rebellion. It is my intention to follow him through the tracker system and identify his contacts. COLLECTOR: There is no rebellion, Hade, and your so-called Ajack is an alien who landed on this planet by mistake. He is a Time Lord known as the Doctor. HADE: But how? Your Vastness is certain? COLLECTOR: I simply checked Company records. This Doctor could be a problem. HADE: In what way, your Voluminousness? COLLECTOR: He has a long history of volence and of economic subversion. He will not be sympathetic to my Company's business methods. HADE: If there's anything I can do to help the Company? Long life the Company. COLLECTOR: Issue hourly bulletins. Five thousand talmars reward for information leading his capture, dad or alive. HADE: Magnificent. COLLECTOR: The money to be paid from your private purse. HADE: Argh! COLLECTOR: You spoke? HADE: Merely a cry of gladness at being so honoured. COLLECTOR: Also, bulletin information that the Doctor's companion is to be publically excuted for her crimes against the Company. HADE: Praise the Company for ever and ever. Er, where will the execution be held? COLLECTOR: In the Exchange Hall. Admission by ticket only, five talmars. Proceeds to the Company Benevolent Fund. HADE: Enormity will attend? COLLECTOR: Naturally. The execution will take place during the first work shift. Announce a two hour public holiday without pay. HADE: The work units will cry with delight. Such generosity is unparalleled. COLLECTOR: I compute a point oh four seven percent drop in production, which is within acceptable limits. Also, station extra security units in all the subways around the Exchange. HADE: Extra units, your Globosity? COLLECTOR: The computer character analysis indicates that the Doctor will try to prevent the execution. With luck, we'll roll two of them into the steamer. CORDO: Ready, Doctor. DOCTOR: Good. DOCTOR: One more time, just for luck. K9: Duplication quite unnecessary. DOCTOR: Right, well that should do it. MANDRELL: What did you do, Doctor? DOCTOR: Well, I fixed a static loop, what else. Mandrell, you lead the way. Cordo second, Bisham third. K9, fifth. COMMANDER: Comfortable? LEELA: Do I look it? COMMANDER: Shan't keep you pending long. His Excellency has invoiced your execution. LEELA: Good. That means I won't have to look at your ugly face any more. COMMANDER: Be a bit of a treat for us, too. We haven't had a public steaming for months. LEELA: A public what? COMMANDER: You don't know about the steamer? K9: Visual scan clear, master. MANDRELL: One more level after this. MARN: We've picked them up, your Honour. HADE: Excellent. What's the location? MARN: Service subway twenty seven, district four. I've already alerted the guards. HADE: What? Stop them, stop them at once. MARN: They're on live. HADE: I must arrest him myself. MARN: Arrest him? I thought we were to keep him under observation HADE: All the plans have changed, Marn. The Collector wants him taken dad of alive. HADE: You'd better come with me as a witness. Oh, the idiot. Look at him, look at him, walking up and down where everyone could see him. MARN: A witness? HADE: He could cost me five thousand talmars! Hurry, woman! COMPUTER: Attention, Citizens. Attention all Citizens. Stand by for an important public bulletin. Have you seen this man? (The Doctor.) He is an anti-Company agent wanted for acts of terrorism. Gatherer Hade will pay a reward of five thousand talmars for information leading to the capture of the gangster, dad or alive. SYNGE: Hey, five thousand. DOCTOR: Peanuts. It's an insult. The Droges of Gabrielides offered a whole star system for my head once. SYNGE: What? BISHAM: K-keep your hands wh-where we can see them. CORDO: Put your hands on your head. MANDRELL: Stand still. This is a rising, Citizens. Either you join us or you die. SYNGE: I remember you. Mandrell. MANDRELL: That's right, Synge. What's your answer, B grade? Right. SYNGE: You stay where you are. You can't do that! CORDO: It's done. SYNGE: But the vapour towers. CORDO: We're shutting them down. DOCTOR: Yes, nasty horrid smelly things. Carry on, Cordo. CORDO: This is the nerve centre of the City, eh? BISHAM: Yes, in one way it is. All the power is controlled from here. CORDO: All right, Citizens. Are you with the revolution or not? SYNGE: We're with you, brothers, eh, Hackett? HADE: Now! HADE: He's not there. MARN: I don't understand. MARN: These scanners are still registering. HADE: I don't care what the scanners say. I do care what the scanners say. Check again, Marn. There must be some malfunction. MARN: Your Honour, the scanner information shows that the Doctor is walking up and down exactly here. HADE: Fool! COMPUTER: This is the gangster trror1st soon to be excuted in the Exchange Hall. BISHAM: It's Leela! COMPUTER: Tickets for the spectacle are still available. BISHAM: Fetch the Doctor, quickly. COMPUTER: Price five talmars. CORDO: Doctor! COMPUTER: At the Company offices. As a special privilege, during the hours of the public holiday, the steaming will also be shown live on all bulletin screens. MANDRELL: The temperature in the heat exchange is down to seventy centigrade. Shall we keep it at that level, Doctor? DOCTOR: What? MANDRELL: At seventy. DOCTOR: What do they mean, a steaming? BISHAM: Well, they put her into a condensation chamber. CORDO: It's directly underneath here. BISHAM: The heat exchange is regulated by water pumps. It turns into high pressure steam, of course, and then goes into the condensation chamber. SYNGE: It's a terrible death. You can hear the MANDRELL: Shush. DOCTOR: Come here, Bisham. Listen, I. Mandrell! Mandrell, what would happen if we cut the water supply to the pumps? MANDRELL: The heat exchanger would blow up, take half the city with it. DOCTOR: No, no, no, just for a few minutes. Just long enough to get her out. SYNGE: You'd have to crawl through that vent in the wall to get to the condensation chamber. MANDRELL: Doctor, take a look. SYNGE: No, it couldn't be done. You can see what the atmospheric pressure in there is. It would flatten you. DOCTOR: So we let that pressure out. MANDRELL: You couldn't do it. DOCTOR: Why not? MANDRELL: It's a safety system. BISHAM: The only way would be to open the valve from the inside. MANDRELL: And inside, you're d*ad. It's impossible. K9: Suggestion, master. DOCTOR: What? What is it? K9: As my construction offers more resistance to pressure than the human frame DOCTOR: Yes, yes. K9: It may be that I could function inside the vent? DOCTOR: Yes, but could you open a valve? K9: I could attempt to blast it, master. DOCTOR: Attempt to blast. We'll try it. Get that vent open. MANDRELL: Bisham! DOCTOR: K9, I don't know how to say this, K9. K9: Master, your concern is noted. Please do not embarrass me. DOCTOR: Good dog. CORDO: Look, it's starting. COLLECTOR: Are we ready? HADE: Almost, your Mightiness. We won't be long. COLLECTOR: A poor turnout, Hade. HADE: Five talmars for only one execution. If we could have offered more victims, made a bigger show of it. Of course, when they can see it all for nothing on the bulletin screens COLLECTOR: Not the same thing at all. No sense of a shared experience. I fear the Doctor is going to disappoint us. Your scanners haven't detected him? HADE: Er, not exactly. COLLECTOR: What does that mean? Either they have or they haven't. HADE: Well, er, the truth of the matter is, there's a fault in the system. A false image. But I can assure your Sublimity it'll soon be rectified. CORDO: K9's done it. Look! DOCTOR: Get the vent open. DOCTOR: Mandrell, reverse the pumps. MANDRELL: Pumps in reverse. MANDRELL: We'll give you two minutes, Doctor. We can't give you any longer. DOCTOR: I know, I know. Well done, K9. K9: It was nothing, master. MANDRELL: Take this, Doctor. It's a two way communicator. If anything goes wrong, you can let us know. DOCTOR: All right. Now, don't call me. You understand? I'll call you. MANDRELL: Right. And Doctor? Two minutes! BISHAM: Good luck, Doctor. CORDO: Good luck, Doctor! K9: Good luck, master. SYNGE: Temperature in the Exchange room is rising fast, Mandrell. I don't think we can hold it for two minutes. MANDRELL: We must. I told him two minutes. BISHAM: The execution! She's going into the steamer. COLLECTOR: This is the moment I get a real feeling of job satisfaction. Are the microphones wired in? HADE: All round the condenser, most Merciful. We're looking forward to excellent duodecaphonic sound. COLLECTOR: Then we shall hear within a few seconds. SYNGE: I can't hold it, Mandrell. MANDRELL: Another twenty seconds. SYNGE: It's going. Listen! BISHAM: The Doctor must be in the Condensation chamber by now. MANDRELL: If we release that heat blast, he'll be vapourised. SYNGE: If you don't, we'll all die! CORDO: Look at the dial! MANDRELL: Ten more seconds.	{"type": "series", "show": "Doctor Who", "episode": "15x15 - The Sun Makers - part 3"}	foreverdreaming
THE SUN MAKERS BY: ROBERT HOLMES Part Four Original Air Date: 17 December 1977 Running time: 24:57 COLLECTOR: That noise, Hade. Can't something be done about it? We shan't hear her. HADE: It's vibration in the exchanger, your Magnificence. COLLECTOR: I know what it is. I don't want my pleasure ruined by it. MARN: Her cries will be clearly audible, your Honour. COLLECTOR: What's that? The subtleties will be lost. The deeper notes of despair, the final dying cadences. The whole point of a good steaming is the range it affords. HADE: Marn. Er, no. I'll see if the discriminator can be adjusted, your Immensity. MANDRELL: Doctor, can you hear me? MANDRELL (OOV.): I can't give you any longer. MANDRELL: The exchanger's going to blow any second. MANDRELL (OOV.): Get out, Doctor. Get out of there! COLLECTOR: What was it? HADE: I thought I heard someone say Doc-Tor, your Sagacity. It wasn't the girl. There hasn't been a peep out of her. COLLECTOR: Precisely, Hade. Something has gone wrong. Order the guards to investigate. HADE: Immediately, your Omniscience. Come along, Marn! SYNGE: Flow valves open. MANDRELL: Main pumps in. SYNGE: Sixty atmospheres, still rising. MANDRELL: Plug auxiliaries in. Quick! SYNGE: Auxiliaries in. She's cooling, look. MANDRELL: We've made it. Unless the air plates have buckled, Synge. SYNGE: Let's hope they haven't. CORDO: Do you think the Doctor got out in time? BISHAM: If he didn't, he wouldn't have known much about it. MANDRELL: We gave him his two minutes. More than his two minutes. CORDO: Listen. In the vent! He's made it! CORDO: Leela! DOCTOR: Who was making all that noise? MANDRELL: I was, Doctor. DOCTOR: I told you not to use that radio link. BISHAM: We had to tell you that your time was up, Doctor. DOCTOR: You told the Collector, too! That fish-blooded sadist had Leela's casket wired for sound. LEELA: What's happening? What's he doing here? CORDO: We've sired a revolution, Leela. Down with the Company, eh, fellas! DOCTOR: Ah, ah, Cordo. We've got a great deal to do yet. BISHAM: It's going well, though, Doctor. DOCTOR: Is it? BISHAM: The PCM is clearing from the air faster than I expected. It's down ten points already. MANDRELL: All my men are out putting some fight into the work units. If just one District joins the resistance the word'll spread through the whole City. DOCTOR: Shush. Where's the public video system controlled from? MANDRELL: The Collector's Palace. BISHAM: Yes, he runs everything from the Computer room. Why, Doctor? DOCTOR: If the public video system announced there'd been a successful rebellion, think of the effect. LEELA: Everyone would believe it. DOCTOR: Right. BISHAM: Yes, but the Palace is guarded by his Inner Retinue. DOCTOR: He's guarded by his Inner Retinue, and most of them are down there with him. Come on, Leela, let's go. LEELA: MegroGuards! MegroGuards coming this way! DOCTOR: Everybody keep calm, keep calm. Keep quiet. You two back there. You three over there. Leela, behind the door. SYNGE: What do you want here? CORDO: All right, drop your gn. DOCTOR: All right, tie them up. DOCTOR: Pretty soon the whole place will be under siege here. K9? (to Bisham) I want you to hold out as long as possible. BISHAM: Yes, Doctor. CORDO: We'll do it, Doctor. DOCTOR: Of course you will. CORDO: Now we have more wapon, we can hold the corridor. DOCTOR: Good man. K9? LEELA: K9? DOCTOR: K9? ALL: K9? DOCTOR: K9, where are you? K9: Master. DOCTOR: Ah, there you are. Now, listen. I want you to give my friends all the help they need. You understand? K9: I am at full offensive capability, master. DOCTOR: You're a good dog. Come on, Leela. Gentlemen, good luck. BISHAM: Thank you, Doctor. MANDRELL: Right, Doctor. COLLECTOR: An unprofitable operation, Hade. HADE: Your Supernal Eminence, I simply can't understand it. No one has ever endured a steaming without vocalising in the most gratifying fashion. COLLECTOR: A complete waste of time. And we've lost point oh four seven percent in production. Unpaid overtime to be introduced immediately for all work grades. See to it! HADE: Without fail, Monstrosity, without fail. COLLECTOR: What is it? COMMANDER: Your Excellence, sir. Some minor disturbances. It may not be wise to travel in the subways until the trouble has been suppressed. COLLECTOR: What trouble? COMMANDER: It appears that some of the work units are refusing to leave their dormers, Excellency. HADE: Refusing to leave? I've never heard of such a thing. COLLECTOR: This situation must be normalised. Any sustained unrest among the workforce will adversely affect Company profitability. HADE: Sing adoration to our Company! COMMANDER: I have dispatched a division of the retinue, Excellency. The account will be swiftly settled. COLLECTOR: With interest, Commander. They must be made to pay. HADE: I will introduce a swingeing output linked penalty tax in my next monthly budget, your Corpulence. COLLECTOR: The Doctor must be behind it. I sense the vicious doctrine of egalitarianism, Hade. HADE: Everyone knows your senses are infallible, your Promontory. COLLECTOR: Have the guards reported from Main Control yet? HADE: No, your Omnipresence. My underling Marn is investigating. COLLECTOR: Not good enough, Hade. Not good enough. I am noting your work rate. HADE: I will instigate action myself, your Aggrandizement. Instantly. Immediately. CORDO: You'll never believe this, Bisham, but I'm really beginning to enjoy myself. BISHAM: The air's better without PCM, isn't it. SYNGE: Yes, we'll never pay breathing tax to the Company again. MANDRELL: Oh, we'll pay no more taxes, brother. The Gatherer's got his last talmar off of us. CORDO: I feel so good, like a new man! MANDRELL: Keep an eye on the corridor, Cordo, or you'll be a dad new man. CORDO: All right, Mandrell. I know. K9's got it covered. SYNGE: I wonder what's happening in the subways and dormers? BISHAM: Theoretically, the dispersion rate of the PCM should be slower down there, but there should be something happening by now. MANDRELL: If the work units turn, the guard'll really have their hands full. GUARD: Come on, move yourselves. Report for work at once. Work! Work! GUARD: Collector's orders. GOUDRY (OOV.): Strike, brother. Join us, or get out. GUARD: Who said that? Who was it? GOUDRY: Me. Nobody works today. VEET: Nobody works today. GUARD: That's mutiny against the Company. You've just earned yourself an early death day, Citizen. DOCTOR: No, no, no. LEELA: Why not? DOCTOR: No, don't kll him. He hasn't done you any harm. LEELA: Then I shall kll him before he does. DOCTOR: No. Get up. Come on, get up. LEELA: Doctor, the last one I spared got away and warned his comrades. That is why I was captured. DOCTOR: Then we'll make sure this one doesn't get away. Here, look at me. Look at me! Now listen. It's your sleep time. Sleep time. You're feeling very sleepy. Very sleepy. It's your sleep time. You will go to sleep and stay asleep until I tell you to wake up. Until I tell you to wake up. DOCTOR: Come on. Come on. DOCTOR: Wake up. LEELA: How did you do that? DOCTOR: What, that? Poof, it's just a knack. You've either got it or you haven't. LEELA: Doctor! DOCTOR: What is it? LEELA: This is where the grey one, the Collector, sat. DOCTOR: What, like a spider in the middle of a web? LEELA: Yes, yes. DOCTOR: I understand all this. He has a computer feeding and analysing the daily returns from each Megropolis. Suppose. Suppose he wants to broadcast some pleasing bit of news, hmm? Like the imposition of a double vision tax on people with more than one eye. Well, then, he feeds it into there. LEELA: He fed it into here. DOCTOR: He did? HADE: I fear the situation is worsening, your Grossness. COLLECTOR: Laxity, Hade, laxity and weakness. You have shown them too much kindness. A grave error of judgment. Grinding oppression of the masses is the only policy that pays dividends. HADE: Your Oratundity, my MegroGuards are outnumbered by the rabble. If I could have two divisions of the Inner Retinue? COLLECTOR: The sole task of the Inner Retinue is to protect my person. You've mishandled the situation, Hade. As for your ambition to become Tax Master General. After this, forget it! MARN: Your Honour. HADE: What is it, Marn? MARN: I've just heard that some of the work units have gone to the roof of Block Forty to look at our sun. HADE: Outrageous! Sacrilege! The work units are absolutely forbidden to see the light of the sun. It's far too good for them. I'll soon deal with this. COLLECTOR: A combat situation is escalating. Those idiots have let it get out of hand. It is imperative that I return to the Palace to implement my contingency plans. COMMANDER: But Excellency, there's fighting in the COLLECTOR: Quiet! The Inner Retinue will march around me in close order. Their bodies will shield me. Now hurry. LEELA: Doctor, come here. DOCTOR: That should do it. LEELA: Doctor! What is this? DOCTOR: What, that? It's a safe. Company vault. LEELA: Doctor, is there DOCTOR: Shush. LEELA: Is there something behind the door? DOCTOR: What was that? LEELA: I heard nothing. DOCTOR: Neither did I. LEELA: Then why are we whispering? DOCTOR: I always whisper when I'm opening safes. What is it? LEELA: What are you doing? DOCTOR: I don't know. It always looks so easy. LEELA: Why was it locked? DOCTOR: I don't know. DOCTOR: Why won't you listen to me? Why don't you girls listen to me? BISHAM: The PCM in the atmosphere has fallen to three parts in a thousand. COMPUTER: Attention all Citizens. Attention all Citizens. Stand by for an important public bulletin. Megropolis One is now under the management of the Citizen's Revolution. The Director, the Tax Gatherer and all other Company officials are to be arrested on sight. MANDRELL: It's happened. COMPUTER: All guards are ordered to lay down their arms and join their fellow Citizens in peaceful cooperation. CORDO: There! Stop or we fre. Get her! MARN: Citizens, I'd like to join the Revolution. COMPUTER: The rule of the Company is ended. All work places will remain closed until further notice. Long live the Revolution. CORDO: Whee! CORDO: It's over! BISHAM: Cordo! CORDO: We've won! BISHAM: We haven't. CORDO: What? BISHAM: That bulletin was fixed. It was the Doctor trying to push things on a bit. MANDRELL: That'll bring the whole city onto our side. I don't know why you're hesitating. CORDO: Yes! We've got the gn, we should get out and help them. MANDRELL: What do you think, Bisham? BISHAM: Cordo's right. The fight has moved on from here. MANDRELL: Synge. You can run things down here. SYNGE: I suppose so, but leave K9 guarding the corridor, just in case, eh? BISHAM: Yes, of course. HADE: You there! What are you scum doing up here? This is an abominable crime. An outrage! Leave at once, do you hear me? VEET: It's the Gatherer. It's the Gatherer! HADE: I order you to leave. You'll pay dearly. Keep back! Don't you dare! I'm an official of the Company! VEET: And we'll do the same for the Collector when we find him, won't we, Citizens. ALL: Yes! COLLECTOR: Kindly make less noise. DOCTOR: Oh, I was just checking the books. COLLECTOR: Your appearance is not unexpected. DOCTOR: I'm not the Auditor, I'm the Doctor. COLLECTOR: I know. COLLECTOR: If you intend to kll me, as you see, I'm unarmed. DOCTOR: No, I won't kll you. Just close you down. COLLECTOR: An idle boast. Other competitors have tried. Would you care to see our prospectus? DOCTOR: Oh, delighted, delighted. DOCTOR: Hmm. Company solidly based. You've a widely diversified operational field. Yes. COLLECTOR: You're a fool, Doctor. I shall have you steamed for your interference. DOCTOR: Yes, I cut the answering service not to interrupt our little conference. COLLECTOR: Very well. I see I underestimated you. What are your terms? DOCTOR: Tell me about the Company. COLLECTOR: Ah, you're interested. DOCTOR: Yes. COLLECTOR: Oh, an excellent outfit to work for, Doctor. Progress from medium to senior management level can be remarkably rapid for the talented executive. DOCTOR: Yes, cut the sales talk. Where's the Head Office? COLLECTOR: Usurius. DOCTOR: Ah. I might have guessed from your squiddy little eyes. Hmm. COLLECTOR: You are acquainted with our species? DOCTOR: Oh yes, oh yes. The Usurians are listed in Professor Thripsted's Flora and Fauna of the Universe under poisonous fungi. COLLECTOR: I don't entirely like your attitude. If you want to get on in the Company you have to what? What? Are you mad? DOCTOR: Quite mad. Mad as a hatter. DOCTOR: Tell me, how did you get control of humanity? COLLECTOR: A normal business operation. The Company was looking for property in this sector, Earth was running down, it's people dying. We made a deal. DOCTOR: Go on. COLLECTOR: Yes. We moved them all to Mars. COLLECTOR (OOV.): After our engineers had made that planet habitable for their species. DOCTOR: And then taxed the life out of them. I mean, to recover your capital costs. COLLECTOR: Quite so, quite so. Then, when the resources of Mars were exhausted in their turn, we created a new environment for them here on Pluto. DOCTOR: Phew. What about the four intervening planets? COLLECTOR: They weren't considered viable by our engineers. DOCTOR: So then you really put the screws on. I mean, the running costs must be very high. COLLECTOR: Six suns to be fueled and serviced. DOCTOR: Six suns. Six! My, my. And so when this planet's exhausted you can move your slve labour force elsewhere? COLLECTOR: Alas, no. There is nowhere else that is economic. This branch will close. DOCTOR: Leaving the humans to die. COLLECTOR: When the suns have run down, yes. A matter of a few years without fuel. They're not a good workforce in any case. Many of our other operations produce a much higher return with less labour. DOCTOR: You blood-sucking leech! You won't stop until you own the entire galaxy, will you. Don't you think commercial imperialism is as bad as military conquest? COLLECTOR: We have tried wr, but the use of economic power is far more effective. DOCTOR: You DOCTOR: Ah. The revolution's getting nearer. What's the Company policy on that? COLLECTOR: It will be quelled. Business will continue as usual. DOCTOR: Oh, wake up. Wake up. Look at the facts. COLLECTOR: I know the facts. DOCTOR: You and a handful of bureaucrats won't put the people back in chains now. COLLECTOR: Then they will die. DOCTOR: Oh, it's you again. What did I say? COLLECTOR: Our conference has gone on too long, Doctor. It is time to implement contingency plan A. COLLECTOR: This switch controls the sprinkler valves throughout the City. DOCTOR: Rain stops play. I don't think that'll damp down this revolution. COLLECTOR: The sprinklers will release dianene, a deadly poison. Within ten seconds, everyone in the City will be dad. DOCTOR: Except you. COLLECTOR: Exactly. I do not breathe air. DOCTOR: No, but this chap at my shoulder, he breathes air. COLLECTOR: kll him! DOCTOR: Don't be a fool. COLLECTOR: Guard, kll him! DOCTOR: Good throw! Good throw. DOCTOR: What's contingency plan B? COLLECTOR: Nobody understands business is business. LEELA: What do we do now, Doctor, k*ll him? DOCTOR: You'll like this bit. You'll like it. COLLECTOR: Nine zero nine! A mistake in the Megropolis Six analysis. Recheck! COMPUTER: Nine zero nine. Recheck. Megropolis Six analysis confirmed correct. COLLECTOR: Commander! Arrest these idiots. I have a problem. Nine zero nine. Megropolis Four analysis. Mistake. Recheck COMPUTER: Nine zero nine. CORDO: Collector, in the name of the work units, I order LEELA: People, Cordo. CORDO: Yes. In the name of the people I order you to be tried by DOCTOR: Cordo, I don't think he's listening. COLLECTOR: Negative surplus. Inflationary spiral uncheckable. Negative growth! This branch is no longer viable. COLLECTOR: We are bankrupt. Business failure. Closure imperative. Cut losses. Liquidate. Immediate liquidation. BISHAM: I'm sorry I'm late. What happened? MANDRELL: Well, I don't know. DOCTOR: I do. He's gone back to his natural form. He was only held in that state by particle radiation. That's why he never left that machine. LEELA: You mean he's in there now? DOCTOR: Oh, yes. LEELA: Well, we could make a hole in it. CORDO: Do you think he'll come out again? DOCTOR: Well, you could put the plug in if you want. COMMANDER: I don't understand. Why was it necessary for him to make himself look human? DOCTOR: Well, if you'd seen a Usurian you'd know what I mean. They look like sea kale with eyes. I mean, would you take orders from a lump of seaweed? Huh? Hmm? Cordo? DOCTOR: Leela, let K9 in the TARDIS. Goodbye, Cordo. CORDO: I wish you could stay, Doctor. There is much to do. DOCTOR: Well, I'll pop back and see you again when you've settled again on Earth. BISHAM: That'll be hard work. DOCTOR: Well, you're used to hard work. This time, you'll be free. LEELA: Goodbye, Veet. VEET: Goodbye. LEELA: Till the next time? Come on, K9. Come on. BISHAM: You really believe we can colonise the Earth again? DOCTOR: Well, I do, I do. The Earth will have regenerated itself since you left. Get back to your place under your own sun. ALL: Goodbye, Doctor. MANDRELL: Can the star freighters make that journey? DOCTOR: Course they will. Three hundred million of you can't go wrong. Goodbye everyone! ALL: Goodbye. K9: King to Bishop four, mistress. DOCTOR: Which is more than I can say for the TARDIS. LEELA: Eh? DOCTOR: Nothing. I was just finishing a thought. Now, where were we? K9: Mate in six moves, master. DOCTOR: Oh, be quiet, K9. LEELA: I wonder why the Collector gave in so easily? I thought he would fight. DOCTOR: He got a bit of a shock. You see, I fed two percent growth tax into the computers. Index linked. Blew the economy and he couldn't take it. LEELA: I do not understand. You did something clever? DOCTOR: Well, I. What do you think, K9? K9: Affirmative. DOCTOR: K9 thinks it was clever. DOCTOR: I am so sorry, K9. K9: Apologies are not necessary. DOCTOR: No, shut up while I apologise. I am so. Listen. As soon as I've reset the coordinates, we'll finish that game of chess.	{"type": "series", "show": "Doctor Who", "episode": "15x16 - The Sun Makers - part 4"}	foreverdreaming
UNDERWORLD BY: BOB BAKER AND DAVE MARTIN Part One Original Air Date: 7 January 1978 Running time: 22:36 LEELA: We've stopped. K9: Affirmative. LEELA: We've stopped dad. K9: Negative dad. LEELA: Oh. Doctor! DOCTOR: Hmm? LEELA: We've stopped. DOCTOR: Really? LEELA: I mean, everything's still working. Nothing's gone wrong, has it? DOCTOR: Not so far, no. LEELA: Then why have we stopped? Why are we not going anywhere? DOCTOR: That's intensely interesting. Do you realise there's nowhere to go? LEELA: What? DOCTOR: We're on the edge of the cosmos, the frontiers of creation, the boundary between what is and isn't, or isn't yet, anyway. Don't you think that's interesting? LEELA: I suppose so. DOCTOR: What? I feel just like a goldfish looking out on a new world. LEELA: A goldfish? DOCTOR: Yes. LEELA: But it's just black nothing out there, and being out here on our own is just, just nothing. K9: We are not alone. DOCTOR: Nothing? LEELA: Nothing. DOCTOR: Nothing? It's magnificent. Any minute, any second, a whole new world could be born and we'd be the first K9: We are not the first. DOCTOR: Shush. We'd be the first intelligent and semi-intelligent beings to witness the spectacle. K9: We are not alone. DOCTOR: What's he saying? LEELA: I don't know. K9: We are not the first. We are not alone. Receptors indicate pulsing. Pulsing characteristic of ion drive system. The inference therefore would be spacecraft in vicinity. DOCTOR: Shush, shush. Where, K9, where? K9: Thirty four seven zero one seventeen fifty zero five. DOCTOR: Thirty four seven? That's beyond visual aid range. DOCTOR: Listen, Leela. Listen! Ion drive, or I'm a budgie's cousin. K9: Affirmative ion drive. Family grouping negative. DOCTOR: Shut up, K9. Shut up. LEELA: Doctor! DOCTOR: I can tell him to shut up if I want to. LEELA: No, no, no. Look! DOCTOR: What? DOCTOR: Leela. LEELA: What? DOCTOR: That's a spiral nebula. A gas cloud coalescing to form a whole new star system. It's sucking in everything around it like a gigantic whirlpool, including us. LEELA: Is that good? DOCTOR: No, it's bad. Very bad. DOCTOR: Time to get out of here. K9, escape coordinates. K9: Thirty four seven zero one seventeen fifty zero five. LEELA: But isn't that where the ion drive is? DOCTOR: Yes. Yes! TALA: Nothing up front, Captain. Only the spiral nebula on two four zero. JACKSON: Right, Tala. Stay on watch. Orfe, check the nebula, two four zero. ORFE: Two four zero, checking. Too far off, sir. JACKSON: Then what was it? Tala, take out the nebula. Herrick? HERRICK: Nothing on targeter, sir. There's no blip, nothing. JACKSON: Right, let's think it again. It wasn't inside, it wasn't outside, none of us saw anything, we've got no trace, but we all heard it, didn't we? ORFE & HERRICK: Yes, sir. JACKSON: Let's hear it again, Orfe. JACKSON: Now, was that sound generated inside the ship or outside? Anybody ever hear anything like that before? ORFE & HERRICK: No, sir. JACKSON: Run it through ident. ORFE: Sir. Ident running, sir. LEELA: The air is stale. DOCTOR: Hmm. LEELA: The door's locked. Nobody's been in here for years. DOCTOR: No. DOCTOR: Made in Minyos. Made in Minyos? Got it! The Minyans of Minyos. This could be a Minyan patrol vessel. Have you ever heard of the Flying Dutchman? LEELA: No. DOCTOR: Pity, I've often wanted to know who he was. K9, could you give me a date on that, do you think? K9: Isotope decay rate indicates one hundred K range. DOCTOR: Yes, that's what I thought. LEELA: Me too. DOCTOR: That's a hundred thousand years old. The Minyan civilisation was destroyed a hundred thousand years ago, on the other side of the universe. ORFE: Ident concluded, sir. Signal identified as relative dimensional sab in materialisation phase as used in JACKSON: As used in what? Orfe, as used in what? ORFE: As used in the time ships of the gods. DOCTOR: It was what happened on Minyos that led to our policy of non-intervention. LEELA: Huh? DOCTOR: Yeah. Well, the Minyans thought of us as gods, you see, which was all very flattering and we were new at space-time explorations, so we thought we could help. We gave them medical and scientific aid, better communications, better wapon. LEELA: What happened? DOCTOR: Kicked up out at gn. Then they went to wr with each other, learnt how to split the atom, discovered the toothbrush and finally split the planet. LEELA: So this ship must have got away before the planet was destroyed. DOCTOR: Yes. LEELA: That was a hundred thousand years ago. Nobody lives for a hundred thousand years. Do they? ORFE: If it is the gods, they'll help us. Help us with the Quest. HERRICK: Help us? Like they helped us before? Helped to destroy ourselves. No, if it is the gods, and there's no way of telling because that ident is as worn out as everything else on board the ship, but if it is the gods then they're the reason for it all. JACKSON: The reason for all what, Herrick? HERRICK: Well, everything! The Quest. They're playing games with us. Oh, they do, you know. The gods use us for their sport. We should have wiped them out when we had the chance. ORFE: We brought our own destruction on ourselves. HERRICK: Pacifist! If I get one of them in my sights again, then I'll dematerialise him for good. If they're on board this ship, then I'll sniff them out! JACKSON: Herrick! Sit down. HERRICK: Sir? Yes, sir. JACKSON: Time for the next sweep, Tala. Set up for the next sweep. TALA: Yes, sir. ORFE: Two four zero and cubit. TALA: Four zero and cubit. ORFE: It's going to take us close to the nebula, Captain. JACKSON: I know, but we have no choice. The Quest is the Quest. ORFE: The Quest is the Quest. DOCTOR: You all right, K9? K9: Affirmative. LEELA: What happened? DOCTOR: Trouble. LEELA: I know that. DOCTOR: Blast the door, K9. K9: Blaster malfunction. Blaster malfunction. Blaster malfunction. Blaster malfunction. LEELA: What is this thing? DOCTOR: It's a Liebermann laser. Fires charged particles along a laser beam. Don't ever play with strange wapon, Leela. LEELA: No, Doctor. DOCTOR: And switch the safety catch off. LEELA: Yes, Doctor. DOCTOR: Shush. LEELA: Shush. DOCTOR: Shush. JACKSON: Take her off the flight deck! HERRICK: Yes, sir. JACKSON: Levelled out. ORFE: Nothing on rudder, sir. She's stuck, stuck on maximum. JACKSON: Do what you can. Can you shut down on drive? ORFE: We can, but it won't reduce her speed. She's already reached maximum. JACKSON: Reverse thrust? ORFE: Tear the ship in two, sir. JACKSON: Right, give her all you can on left main and auxiliaries. Shut down on all right propulsion units. ORFE: Yes, sir. JACKSON: We've got to veer off before we ht the gravity field or that thing will suck us down like a whirlpool! JACKSON: How is she? HERRICK: She's not good, sir. She's gone past her regeneration point deliberately, just like all the others. JACKSON: None of us likes it, but the Quest is the Quest. DOCTOR: Anything I can do? How do you do? JACKSON: Who are you? DOCTOR: I'm the Doctor. HERRICK: How did you get here? DOCTOR: Hmm? Well, through the door. HERRICK: He's one of them! LEELA: Stop! HERRICK: See, sir? They're on board. I warned you, they're on board! JACKSON: Orfe. LEELA: Thank you. HERRICK: Go on, get back! Get back to that panel. And you, too, get back. I'll take them out now, sir. Just one quick blast. JACKSON: Calmly, Herrick. Wait for the word of command. Just a minute. You, Doctor, you said you wanted to help? DOCTOR: Yes, if I can, yes. JACKSON: Are you a Time Lord? DOCTOR: Yes, I'm a Time Lord. HERRICK: It was lies, all lies. He said he was a doctor! JACKSON: Orfe. HERRICK: Thank you, Orfe. HERRICK: I'm sorry, friend. DOCTOR: That's all right. What happened to her? JACKSON: She collapsed. We know what to do. DOCTOR: Well, if you know what to do, why don't you do it? JACKSON: Herrick, take Tala to regen now. HERRICK: Yes, sir. LEELA: Doctor? DOCTOR: Yes? LEELA: His name is Orfe. DOCTOR: Yes. LEELA: What a beautiful name. JACKSON: Orfe, look after her then get back to your post. ORFE: Yes, sir. LEELA: Orfe. DOCTOR: So you did develop the pacifier. JACKSON: Very few, and too late. DOCTOR: How long does the effect last? JACKSON: Is she a primitive? DOCTOR: Oh, very, very. JACKSON: Well, several hours then. DOCTOR: Really. JACKSON: You say you're a doctor? DOCTOR: Yes. JACKSON: Of medicine? DOCTOR: Oh, many things, many things. JACKSON: Crystalocybernetics? DOCTOR: My dear chap, what's the problem? JACKSON: That is. JACKSON: And this. It's worn out. DOCTOR: How much time have we got? JACKSON: We haven't. We're already in the gravitational field. We could burn our way out if we had the main systems working. That's the problem. Terminal cores are fragmented. DOCTOR: Mind if I take a look? JACKSON: We've been in mission a hundred thousand years, Doctor. The ship wasn't designed for that. Neither were we. Each one of us has regenerated a thousand times. Have you any idea what that means? DOCTOR: Well, I've been through it two or three times. Not pleasant. JACKSON: A thousand times plus, Doctor. None of us wants to go on, but we must. The Quest is the Quest. But now we're like the ship, degenerating faster than we can regenerate ourselves. Not the body, not the mind, but the spirit. JACKSON: A ship of ghosts, Doctor, going on and on and unable to remember why. DOCTOR: It's had it, I'm afraid. JACKSON: What? DOCTOR: I'm sorry. JACKSON: Then it's over. It's over at last. DOCTOR: Tell me about this Quest. JACKSON: It was a missing spaceship, the P7E. We get signals from it, we track it and lose it, track it and lose it. DOCTOR: But surely after all this time there won't be any survivors. JACKSON: Probably not. DOCTOR: So? JACKSON: It was carrying colonists. DOCTOR: Ah. Does the P7E have regeneration too? JACKSON: No, the P7E was carrying something much more important, at least to us. The future of the Minyan race, our genetic inheritance. DOCTOR: A race bank. Hmm. JACKSON: The chance for a new people on a new planet. Minyos Two. Well, that was the theory. DOCTOR: Hmm. Well, it seems a pity to give up now, after all you've been through. Do you know, there just might be the ghost of a chance, if it's at all compatible. JACKSON: Compatible? DOCTOR: You'll see. K9? Where are you, boy? Come on, heel! K9! JACKSON: What's this? DOCTOR: He's my second best friend, aren't you, K9? K9: Affirmative. DOCTOR: Try this. DOCTOR: Here, K9, feel anything? DOCTOR: Right. From now on, you're in charge. K9, we want to avoid the nebula. It's all yours, K9. You're on. What? K9: On line. In link up. Rudder control positive. Accelerator positive. Ident nav control. All systems ready. K9: Stand by for G loading. All systems positive. ORFE: We made it. We've made it, Captain! DOCTOR: Well done, K9. What? JACKSON: Tala. Regen was all right, after all. Don't do that again. I know you're exhausted, but the Quest TALA: Is the Quest. Yes, Captain. JACKSON: Right, everybody back on station. Tala, take over from Orfe. Continue with the sweep. HERRICK: Is it a trick, Captain? JACKSON: I don't care what it is. We've got full power on all stations for the first time in I don't know how long. HERRICK: But you know what they're like. He's just setting us up for something worse. JACKSON: Orfe, bring in that signal boost. Tala, two four zero and cubit. Herrick, on tracking. HERRICK: Sir. JACKSON: Full power on two! DOCTOR: Leela. LEELA: What a beautiful man. DOCTOR: Leela! Leela, listen to me. You're primitive. Wild, warlike, aggressive and tempestuous, and bad tempered too. LEELA: I am? DOCTOR: Yes. You're a warrior leader from a warrior tribe. Courageous, indomitable, implacable, impossible LEELA: Right, that's far enough! You stay where DOCTOR: Oh, put it away. You were pacified. LEELA: Pass? DOCTOR: Pacified. LEELA: Pacified? Who did it, hmm? Who did it? I'll kll them. I'll kll them! It was him, wasn't it? (Herrick) ORFE: It was me. LEELA: You? DOCTOR: It's all right, Leela. LEELA: You're laughing at me. DOCTOR: No. LEELA: You're all laughing at me. I'll smash your stupid grins off your stupid faces. HERRICK: Signal on tracker two seven, sir! JACKSON: Boost and ident, Orfe. ORFE (OOV.): Boost and ident, sir. That's it! That's P7E! JACKSON: Lock on nav system. Keep tracking. What bearing? ORFE: Two four zero, sir. TALA: Four zero, thrust on maximum. JACKSON: This time we've got a chance. Don't lose her, Tala. Don't lose her now. DOCTOR: Listen, Jackson. Listen. JACKSON: Quiet, please. Don't lose her now, Tala. DOCTOR: Jackson, two four zero takes us right back into the nebula. JACKSON: That's right. If that's where P7E is, that's where we go. DOCTOR: But that could mean destruction. JACKSON: No, Doctor, it'll mean the end of the Quest. If P7E went in there, so can we. DOCTOR: But P7E didn't go in there. She couldn't have! She must have been there at the beginning and the nebula formed around her. HERRICK: How does he know that? DOCTOR: It's elementary physics. The still centre of a raging storm. P7E might be in there and she might be safe, but if you go in after her, it could mean destruction. JACKSON: Doctor, if P7E is there, we must find her. That is our purpose. Destruction is a chance we take. The Quest is the Quest. DOCTOR: Jackson, I can't allow that. JACKSON: You can't allow it? You have no choice. DOCTOR: What? K9, stop. LEELA: Let him go! JACKSON: Don't move. K9: Query stop. Stop what? Instruction, please. Instruction. JACKSON: Doctor, tell it we're going on. DOCTOR: We're going on, K9. K9: Affirmative. JACKSON: Right, everybody up on the flight deck. Move. HERRICK: You. Quickly. JACKSON: Herrick, carbo-magnetic seat lock. HERRICK: Sir. JACKSON: Now, Tala, don't lose that signal. Don't lose it now. JACKSON: Heat shield. DOCTOR: Jackson, listen to me. This is hopeless. LEELA: What's happening? DOCTOR: We're being sucked through a layer of meteorites. They're smashing us to pieces. LEELA: What? DOCTOR: I said they're smashing us to piece LEELA: (quietly) They are? JACKSON: Damage report? TALA: I think we've lost left and right ancillaries. ORFE: And solar sail, plus all external antennae, sir. HERRICK: The hull's taken a battering, but the self-sealer pumps are still working. TALA: Main drive's positive. ORFE: On course and signal holding. TALA: Major systems functional. JACKSON: Right, we go on. Lower heat shield. Take her on manual. ORFE: Signal fading, sir. TALA: No visibility. We're losing acceleration. JACKSON: Full boost on both. TALA: Full power and we're still slowing down. ORFE: Signal going. Signal gone. TALA: We've lost acceleration. Maintaining orbital speed. No acceleration. We're drifting. JACKSON: Main systems functional. Then why aren't we moving? DOCTOR: Don't you know? What's the normal hull thickness? JACKSON: Three metres twenty. DOCTOR: K9! Present hull thickness? K9 (OOV.): Hull thickness seventy metres, increasing. JACKSON: Seventy metres! DOCTOR: We're being turned into a planet. JACKSON: But that's impossible! DOCTOR: No, it's not impossible, Jackson. It's simply gravity. This ship's a large, heavy object surrounded by smaller, lighter, objects. Our gravitational pull is greater than theirs. We attract them. They stick to us. It all snowballs. K9 (OOV.): Eighty metres, increasing. DOCTOR: We're being buried alive. If it wasn't for this layer of debris, the asteroid belt would have smashed us to pieces. Still, you can't have everything, can you. HERRICK: Look at him, sir. He's just laughing at us. JACKSON: Is there a way out? DOCTOR: I don't know. You could try the laser cannon. JACKSON: Blast a tunnel and blow our way out on ion drive? DOCTOR: Mmm. JACKSON: Tala? TALA: It'll take up all our reserve fuel. JACKSON: It's either that or we're stuck here for the rest of eternity. We'll try it. Herrick? HERRICK: Sir. fre one. fre two. K9 (OOV.): Ninety metres, increasing. Ninety five metres, increasing. DOCTOR: Carry on, Herrick. TALA: Skin's overheating. The forward hull's buckling. DOCTOR: Carry on, Herrick. TALA: We're melting our own hull. DOCTOR: Herrick, keep on! HERRICK: It's no use! The cannon's disintegrating!	{"type": "series", "show": "Doctor Who", "episode": "15x17 - Underworld - part 1"}	foreverdreaming
UNDERWORLD BY: BOB BAKER AND DAVE MARTIN Part Two Original Air Date: 14 January 1978 Running time: 21:27 K9 (OOV.): One hundred metres. Penetration. You have penetration. JACKSON: Now, Tala. Full acceleration. DOCTOR: That's the P7E. TALA: Captain, the fuel's going. JACKSON: What do you mean? That's a planet. DOCTOR: That's where the signal's coming from. JACKSON: Where? DOCTOR: Right in the middle. The planet formed around it. TALA: Captain, the fuel's gone. JACKSON: That's it, then. There's nothing else we can do. LEELA: Sit down! We're going to crash! DOCTOR: Full speed! K9 (OOV.): Mach twelve. Impact in eleven seconds. Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, DOCTOR: Hold tight. K9 (OOV.): Four, three. LEELA: Hold tight? K9 (OOV.): Two, one, zero. Stand by for impact. DOCTOR: You can relax now. Relax, everyone. It's a soft planet in the process of formation. Only the core will be solid and with any luck this stuff should slow us down so we don't ht it with too much of a bang. K9: Two hundred and fifty kilometres below planet surface. Speed mach point three, decreasing. JACKSON: Orfe, the signal. Tune in on the signal! ORFE: That's it! JACKSON: We've got it! DOCTOR: Fascinating. The Quest and nothing but the Quest. ORFE: Contact. R1C to P7E. R1C to P7E. JACKSON: We must be right on top of it! MAN: The sky is falling! IDMON: Help, damn you. Help us! SON: They won't, father, they won't. Don't say any more. IDMON: Then may the sky fall on them. May the sky fall on your families. IDAS: No, father. The guards. They'll tell the guards. IDMON: May the sky fall on yours as it has on mine. IDAS: Please, father, dig. IDMON: My children, my children. TARN: Skyfall on eight and a Trog making trouble. RASK: Many dad? TARN: Not enough. There were two more bursts yesterday. What we need is a good sacrifice. Trogs always work harder after a good sacrifice. RASK: I'll take a patrol out, pick him up. ORFE: Ready, sir? DOCTOR: Well, Jackson? JACKSON: Right, Orfe. Open up. DOCTOR: Solid rock? JACKSON: Yes, solid rock. Igneous hematite, I should imagine. DOCTOR: Igneous hematite? That means we're at the core. LEELA: But I thought planets had fre in the middle. DOCTOR: Well, old ones like Earth, yes, but new ones have a molten slurry round a solid core. All we have to do is burrow our way out of here and enter the core. LEELA: Oh, is that all. JACKSON: But we've no power, no energy source to recharge. DOCTOR: I don't know about that. What about a shield gn? JACKSON: Yes, a shield gn. Herrick, jump to it. HERRICK: Sir. IDMON: We all know we're slaves to the guards as the guards are slaves to the Seers. IDAS: Don't say any more, father. IDMON: And the Seers to the Oracle. We're all slaves, all of us, of every class. Slaves to the Oracle. IDAS: They're coming, father. IDMON: But we all know the answer, don't we? We all know the answer because it was prophesied. And the answer is to escape! IDAS: It isn't, father. IDMON: Escape through there, through the sky to the stars! RASK: Now! IDMON: No, Idas. Idas, run! Run! RASK: Two of you, after him! RASK: Heresy! Treachery! Incitement to escape. IDMON: There's nothing you can do to me now, Rask. RASK: You know the penalty, Idmon. RASK: Stop, Trog, or I'll fre. RASK: Suspect sighted on eight, moving nine. DOCTOR: Herrick! DOCTOR: Give it a blast. Hold it. Like that, I think. HERRICK: fre! HERRICK: We're through, Captain! It looks like a cavern or a tunnel or something. TARN: Skyfall on nine. Rask, we have skyfall on nine. RASK (OOV.): Approaching nine. TARN: Remain in position till skyfall investigated. HERRICK: It's hacked out of solid rock. JACKSON: Hacked out by what, I wonder? Get down, Herrick! TARN: Minor fall. No structural collapse. I'll check out the rest, then you go ahead, Rask. Checking now. HERRICK: It's moving on. Do you think it was looking for us? JACKSON: It was looking for somebody. This planet is inhabited, all right. JACKSON: There's a tunnel and a surveillance system, so whatever life there is is intelligent and we must be on our guard. DOCTOR: Get on with it, Jackson. JACKSON: All in good time, Doctor. Our objective is to locate the P7E and remove the race bank cylinders to a place of safety. The Quest is the Quest. ALL: The Quest is the Quest. JACKSON: Shield gn. JACKSON: Silent routine. HERRICK: Sir. JACKSON: No, Doctor. DOCTOR: The Quest is the Quest. JACKSON: Our Quest, Doctor. Not yours. DOCTOR: Of course. DOCTOR: Welcome to the underworld. LEELA: Are we going to follow them? DOCTOR: Of course. LEELA: Good. Oh, what about K9? DOCTOR: Oh, he'll be all right. He's building up his strength. LEELA: Well, how? There's no power source. DOCTOR: Hmm, radiation. LEELA: Radiation. That is lucky. DOCTOR: Not at all. Igneous rock core, new planet, bound to be radiation. Luck? Physics isn't luck, physics is fact. Are facts. Is fact. Anyway, why do you think these tunnels were dug out? LEELA: I don't know. DOCTOR: Exactly. Energy. Can't survive on a new planet with a soul full of hope and fresh air, you know. LEELA: Shall we go? DOCTOR: Shush. Shall we go? DOCTOR: Did I ever tell you about the time I went to Aberdeen? LEELA: Yes, the Granite City. DOCTOR: That's right. Did you know, the people there absorb more radiation from the granite than people who work every day in nuclear power plants. LEELA: Is that good for them? DOCTOR: Well, of course it is. It shows that organisms can adapt to any kind of environment, even one like this with a high radiation count. LEELA: Look out! LEELA: (quietly) He looks like a wounded animal. Why's he so frightened? DOCTOR: I don't know. I'll ask him. LEELA: (quietly) Look! Get back. RASK: You two. That pile of rubble. RASK: After them! DOCTOR: Quick, in here. LEELA (OOV.): Keep still. Keep still! Oh, for a wapon. RASK: Not here. Must have doubled back, damn Trogs. Know these warrens like the back of their hands. Security, not enough men. We're clearing out. I want tunnel nine, main and ancillary workings closed down once we're clear. Stand by for fumigation. DOCTOR: Fumigation? I don't like the sound of that. They're going to smoke us out like badgers. Come on. LEELA: Look, Doctor. Blood. IDAS: No, no! LEELA: Surrender or die! DOCTOR: No, no! Don't, don't, don't. Get off him, Leela. You're terrifying the poor fellow. LEELA: Oh. DOCTOR: He's wounded. It's all right, we're friends. She won't hurt you. IDAS: She? DOCTOR: Leela. IDAS: She is like the guards. DOCTOR: Really? LEELA: Is it bad? DOCTOR: I don't know. Fetch me a tissue, Leela, from the command deck. LEELA: Tissue. Tissue from the command deck. Tissue from the command deck. DOCTOR: What's your name? IDAS: Idas. DOCTOR: Idas? Hello, Idas. IDAS: Hello. DOCTOR: Are you frightened? JACKSON: These tunnels could stretch for miles. P7E must be at the end of one of them, but which one? ORFE: Split up, sir? Two pairs? JACKSON: No. Herrick? HERRICK: Sir. JACKSON: Reconnoitre. HERRICK: Yes, sir. I'll just put a marker here, sir. JACKSON: We three stay here. KLIMT: Klimt here. Possible suspect on nine. HERRICK: Now where in Heed is? KLIMT: Stop, Trog. Stop, Trog, or I'll fre. HERRICK: Hey, who are you? KLIMT: Stop, Trog! HERRICK: Don't Trog me, you BLACK (OOV.): Officer Klimt? Officer Klimt? Clear tunnel nine. Clear tunnel nine. TARN: Tunnel nine is being cleared for fumigation. Officer Klimt? TARN: Officer Klimt! Officer Klimt! BLACK (OOV.): Klimt! Come in, please. HERRICK: Oh, Officer Klimt has retired, suddenly. BLACK (OOV.): Who is that? Who is that? HERRICK: Well, this is Trog Herrick, here. Who's that? TARN: A Trog, and he's armed. Close down tunnel nine for fumigation! RASK: Tunnel nine closing down. HERRICK: Captain! JACKSON: Herrick! RASK: Tunnel nine closedown completed. TARN: Fumigate! RASK: Fumigating now. DOCTOR: Well, that shouldn't take much fixing. IDAS: Are you a Seer? DOCTOR: What? Oh, Leela. Thank you. DOCTOR: This is the one. Go back and unplug K9. LEELA: Go back? But I've only just been DOCTOR: Yes. Linked up like that, he's recharging the whole ship. I'll need him soon. The ship can look after itself. LEELA: Yes, Doctor. DOCTOR: Sting, did it? That's good. Now, what was it you wanted to know? Hmm? IDAS: Are you a Seer? DOCTOR: No, no, I'm just a traveller. IDAS: Where? Where'd you come from? DOCTOR: The sky. IDAS: You lie! DOCTOR: What? IDAS: There's nothing but chaos above the sky. DOCTOR: The stars, then? IDAS: Stars? DOCTOR: Yes, Idas. This ship comes from the stars. IDAS: My father. My father talked of the stars. There's a prophecy amongst the slaves that one day gods will come and set us free. Are you a god? DOCTOR: Well, no, but could you take me to your father? Why not? IDAS: There was a skyfall. All our family were buried. My father said we should try and escape, but the guards have taken him and he's going to be sacrificed to the Oracle. There's nothing any one can do. DOCTOR: We'll see about that. Come on, get up. LEELA: I've unplugged K9. DOCTOR: His name's Idas. LEELA: Hello, Idas. Doctor! Doctor, look! IDAS: A trap. A trap to k*ll me! LEELA: Doctor? Doctor? Doctor, where are you? DOCTOR: Get him to the command deck. He'll be all right there. LEELA: Where are you going? DOCTOR: Out. LEELA: Out there? You'll suffocate! DOCTOR (OOV.): Get him to the command deck! LEELA: Yes, yes. DOCTOR: Whatever blows can be sucked.	{"type": "series", "show": "Doctor Who", "episode": "15x18 - Underworld - part 2"}	foreverdreaming
UNDERWORLD BY: BOB BAKER AND DAVE MARTIN Part Three Original Air Date: 21 January 1978 Running time: 22:21 JACKSON: Right. Blast it. TARN: Yes, I will immediately. Thank you, Master. (to Rask) Round up the slaves to watch the sacrifice. TARN: Gas! Shut down the gas! Fumigation! Shut down the fumigation! DOCTOR: I wonder where it all went? JACKSON: Did you find it? Did you find the way to the P7E? HERRICK: No, sir, but this man tried to kll me. Look at this. TALA: Who was he? HERRICK: I don't know, but the communicator kept calling him Officer Klimt. JACKSON: Looted from the P7E. IDAS: Doctor? DOCTOR: Shush. LEELA: Doctor! DOCTOR: Hmm? LEELA: I found another wapon. DOCTOR: What? Good. LEELA: Well, we've got to protect ourselves somehow. DOCTOR: Hmm. IDAS: Are you, are you really from the stars? LEELA: Yes. IDAS: The stars really exist, then? LEELA: Of course they do. IDAS: And that is not the sky? LEELA: That is the roof. IDAS: Roof? LEELA: Yes. IDAS: Will you take me with you when you return to the stars? DOCTOR: Yes. LEELA: No. DOCTOR: But we've got problems with the ship. IDAS: Ship? LEELA: Yes. With this, here. IDAS: Yes, your citadel. Yes, we have a citadel, too. DOCTOR: You do? IDAS: Yes. DOCTOR: Where is it? IDAS: It's where the Seers live, in metal rooms like this. It's where they hold the sacrifices. It's where my father is. DOCTOR: Could you take us there? IDAS: No. DOCTOR: Why not? IDAS: There's no time. DOCTOR: No time? Don't say that to me, I'm a Time Lord. Come on! LEELA: Do not worry. He has saved many fathers. Come on! ANKH: Slaves must see the sacrifice, to show them who rules. See to it, Tarn, or you will be next. TARN: Yes, Master. RASK: Make the most of these few moments, slve. Enjoy them to the full. They are your last. DOCTOR: I see. The Oracle tells the Seers. IDAS: And the Seers tell the guards, and the guards tell us. DOCTOR: Ah. LEELA: And you do the work? IDAS: Yes. LEELA: Revolution! Wait, Idas. Has no one ever thought of revolution? Has no one ever rebelled? IDAS: My father did. LEELA: And? DOCTOR: Shush, shush. K9: Ready. DOCTOR: Yes, good. Idas, K9 has made us a map of the tunnel. K9, find Jackson, bring him back here then follow us. Off you go. K9: Retrieve and follow. Affirmative. DOCTOR: Recognise that? IDAS: The Tree. We call it the Tree. DOCTOR: The Tree at the End of the World. Where are we? IDAS: Here. DOCTOR: Where's your father? I see. Can we get from there to there quickly? IDAS: No. DOCTOR: Why not? IDAS: It's forbidden. DOCTOR: Why? IDAS: It's guarded by invisible dragons. Not even the guards can use it, only Seers. They have special powers. DOCTOR: So do I, Idas. So do I. The Tree at the End of the World's always guarded by dragons. They're fre dragons, aren't they, with tongues of flame. LEELA: Do not worry. Come on. IDAS: No, Doctor. That's where the dragons live. DOCTOR: Really? We'll see if they're at home, shall we? Here, try that. DOCTOR: No, throw it, don't eat it. LEELA: Oh. DOCTOR: See the source? DOCTOR: Got it with that one? LEELA: Got it. DOCTOR: Give it a blast. DOCTOR: Now the door. DOCTOR: Phew. DOCTOR: In you go. LEELA: Oh, no. There's nothing there. DOCTOR: Yes, there is. LEELA: No, there isn't. DOCTOR: Yes, there is. Gravity. LEELA: Gravity makes things fall. DOCTOR: Towards the centre. This is the centre. Centre of the planet. Zero gravity, as in space. Watch. LEELA: Come on. How do we move? DOCTOR: Just push. LEELA: Just DOCTOR Push. DOCTOR: Ready? LEELA: Yes. DOCTOR: And push. They all push upwards with their arms.) DOCTOR: And push. DOCTOR: You all right, Idas? TARN: Gate patrol! Alert! Alert! ORACLE: Is the time right? ANKH: The time is right. ORACLE: Is the slve ready? ANKH: He is ready. ORACLE: And those who watch? ANKH: They are full of fear. ORACLE: Then shall not the sword ask its question? ANKH: It shall be done. ANKH: Let the Lamp of Life be lit. ANKH: Lamp, burn. ALL: Lamp, burn. ANKH: Sword, fall. ALL: Sword, fall. ANKH: Ask the question that hangs over all. ALL: Ask the question that hangs over all. IDAS: And then the sword falls. LEELA: Why go to so much trouble? DOCTOR: Intimidation. The more ritual and mumbo-jumbo, the greater deterrent. That's the whole point of official sadism. K9: Faster. Imperative move faster. RASK: Don't move! Throw down the wapon. DOCTOR: Throw it down. RASK: Move! RASK: Inside! Just in time to follow your father. Move! ANKH: Ask. RASK: The intruders, Master. Captured. ANKH: Bring them forward. RASK: In. ANKH: They too will answer the question of the sword. Continue. IDAS: No! ANKH: kll him! kll him! LEELA: Go! Come on. IDAS: Yes. DOCTOR: Into the tunnels! You'll never bat them here! LAKH: kll her! ANKH: kll them! DOCTOR: Into the tunnels. RASK: Gate control! Breakout! Slaves! Stop them! HERRICK: This is more like it! Come on! JACKSON: Herrick, come back! LEELA: They've got us on both sides. IDAS: We could try a rush. Well, we must do something. IDMON: We must, son. We must. JACKSON: Cover him! HERRICK: Hey! JACKSON: Come on, Tala. Herrick? HERRICK: No, Captain. No, you go on. I've waited a long, long time for this. I'm not going to miss it now. Go back, Captain! Goodbye and good luck. JACKSON: Goodbye, Herrick. RASK: Good. Not dad yet. Take him inside for questioning. NAIA: We are born, live and die in the tunnels, until now. LEELA: There is nothing else? NAIA: Nothing but the quota. This rock for the crushers. LEELA: Rock? NAIA: For fuel. For reprocessing into food so that we can go on working to get more rock. And then there are the skyfalls. IDMON: Yes. They say they're accidents, but they're not. They can't be. It's the way they keep our numbers down so there's just enough of us to do the work, and no more. IDAS: (holding a shield gn) If only we had more of these. JACKSON: (holding the sword) We can't use the shaft again. They'd wipe us out before we got to the bridge. Is there another way? IDAS: To the Tree? No. LEELA: Doctor, Naia says they eat rock. Processed rock. DOCTOR: Did I ever tell you about the time I went to Blackpool, hmm? If they process rock, they must take it in somewhere. Into the ship, the P7E, mustn't they? LEELA: Crushers. Naia said something about crushers. DOCTOR: Crushers. Yes. Yes, there must be another way. Tell me, why do you think Idas calls the tunnel system the Tree? LEELA: Why shouldn't he? Idas has never seen a tree, has he. Why would he call it a tree? DOCTOR: The Tree of Life. The race bank. The gift of immortality on the Tree of Life guarded by the dragon. LEELA: The Oracle? DOCTOR: Yes. LEELA: Oh, that's just a myth, a story. DOCTOR: Ah, myths often have a grain of truth in them, if you know where to look. Everybody here, except us, comes from the same stock as Jackson and company. LEELA: The same stock? DOCTOR: Yes. How else do you think they got here on the middle of a new planet? LEELA: I don't know. DOCTOR: They're the descendents of the people who came on the P7E. Jackson's probably Idas' great-great-great-great-great-great- grandfather a few times back. LEELA: Great, great, great DOCTOR: Yes. Don't worry about it. LEELA: Great, great DOCTOR: There is another way into the Citadel, you know. JACKSON: The bridge'll be guarded. DOCTOR: But not the goods entrance. They still need fuel, don't they? And they need food and they need rock, and the rock has to be crushed somewhere. Isn't that wonderful? Bring that sword. DOCTOR: What do you think, Jackson? JACKSON: It must be done in silence, without giving them a chance to use their wapon. One sh*t and the alarms'll go and they'll know we're in. It's difficult. LEELA: But possible, if we can get behind them. JACKSON: Possible if we can get the maximum of surprise, and if the Doctor's plan works. DOCTOR: Well, it's not my plan exactly, but it has worked before. A fellow called Ulysses pulled it off a little while ago. JACKSON: Who? LEELA: Ulysses. Come on. LAKH: Where are you from? HERRICK: Minyos. ANKH: Liar. ANKH: Minyos was destroyed a hundred thousand years ago. LAKH: Where are you from? HERRICK: Minyos. ANKH: Liar! TARN: He tells the truth, Master. LAKH: Silence! We are the only survivors of Minyos. HERRICK: You? Never. ANKH: What do you seek here? Why have you come? HERRICK: I seek the future. TARN: There is more, Master. He is holding back. LAKH: What else? We can make your brain boil inside your skull. What else? HERRICK: There's no reason why you should not know. We are Minyans. We're in search of the cylinders containing the race bank. ANKH: Race bank? LAKH: What cylinders? HERRICK: The cylinders containing the genetic inheritance of the Minyan people. It was placed on board your ship, the P7E. ANKH: You are mistaken. LAKH: He is lying. More. TARN: There is no more, Master. He speaks the truth. HERRICK: The Quest. The Quest. ANKH: This is not a ship. Not your P7E. And there is no such thing as this race bank you describe. HERRICK: If you were Minyans, LAKH: The guards and slaves are the only people of true Minyan descent. We have evolved far beyond them. HERRICK: Then who are you? ANKH: The servants of the Oracle. Seers of the realm of Hedas. IDMON: The crusher!	{"type": "series", "show": "Doctor Who", "episode": "15x19 - Underworld - part 3"}	foreverdreaming
UNDERWORLD BY: BOB BAKER AND DAVE MARTIN Part Four Original Air Date: 28 January 1978 Running time: 22:53 JACKSON: Cover him! TALA: Captain. JACKSON: Go on, Tala. Forward, Tala. JACKSON: Withdraw! JACKSON: Come on, pull! There we are. DOCTOR: Quickly now. Stay calm. Everybody stay quite calm. Calm. K9, back to the ship. Check all the systems. We're leaving in a hurry. K9: Affirmative. DOCTOR: There must be another way back to the Oracle. Jackson? Jackson, can you and the crew hold them off? JACKSON: We'll certainly mount an attck, Doctor. DOCTOR: Good. Leela? LEELA: Hmm? DOCTOR: You come with me. LEELA: I'm staying to fight. DOCTOR: You'll come with me. Idas, you too. Have you got a sword? IDMON: Take care, son. Take care. DOCTOR: Jackson. Right, Jackson. JACKSON: Ready. Now! JACKSON: Forward. RASK: Security. They're driving us back. DOCTOR: This way. LEELA: No. DOCTOR: What? LEELA: Something's there. DOCTOR: What? DOCTOR: Where does that lead? IDAS: I don't know. RASK (OOV.): They are too strong for us! I need reinforcements. TARN: Hold them. You must hold them. LAKH: I order you to stand and fight. We must protect the Oracle. RASK (OOV.): But Master, we cannot hold for very much LAKH: No excuses! Stand and fight. HERRICK: There's no stopping us now. A hundred thousand years of searching, General. There's no stopping us now. I smell victory. ANKH: Wait. Let us consider which is more important, the Oracle or these cylinders. LAKH: The Oracle. ANKH: Then should we not give them what they want and let them depart? LAKH: But what they want does not exist. ANKH: The Oracle will know. Why should we destroy each other? LAKH: Very well. ANKH: These cylinders you speak of, tell us what they look like. If they are indeed here, you shall have them and take them to your comrades. HERRICK: You would set me free? ANKH: Yes. HERRICK: Well, there are two of them. Solid gold, stamped with the mark of Minyos, the length of a man's hand. ANKH: Good. LAKH: Tell Rask to arrange a truce. LEELA: Doctor, we're here. Look. ANKH: The intruders are defeating us. They will destroy us, destroy you, unless they are given these cylinders. ORACLE: Then shall not they be destroyed by that which they so desperately desire? ANKH: Can it be done? ORACLE: Cannot all things be done? LEELA: They have given up without a fight. DOCTOR: Yes, it certainly seems like it. LEELA: Why? DOCTOR: I don't know. DOCTOR: Let's take a look. JACKSON: No return of fre. What's going on? ORFE: There are two of them. JACKSON: No, wait. Could be a trick. Be ready. RASK: I have been ordered to speak with you. JACKSON: Surrender? RASK: Truce. JACKSON: On what terms? RASK: The terms are that you take what you came for and depart, leaving us to our way. If not, your comrade will be excuted. JACKSON: What comrade? Herrick is dad. RASK: You think so, Captain? HERRICK: I got them. The Quest is over. The Quest is over. HERRICK: The Quest is over. JACKSON: At last. DOCTOR: Stay here. ORACLE: What is it that you want? DOCTOR: The cylinders. The race bank of the Minyans. ORACLE: Have they not been given? DOCTOR: Well, that's what I'm asking. ORACLE: Who are you to dare question my word? DOCTOR: Well, who do I have to be to dare question your word? I'll give you a clue, shall I? If it wasn't for my people, you wouldn't have seen the light of day. ORACLE: People? What people? DOCTOR: The ones the Minyans call the gods. ORACLE: Gods? There are no gods but me. Have I not created myself? Do I not rule? Am I not all-powerful? DOCTOR: Well, yes, here you are, yes, but nowhere else. You're just another machine with megalomania. Another insane object, another self-aggrandising artefact. You're nothing. Nothing but a mass of superheated junk with delusions of grandeur. ORACLE: Nothing? Am I not the keeper of the race bank? DOCTOR: What did you say? ORACLE: I am the keeper. DOCTOR: Ah ha! Then you've still got them. ORACLE: I am the keeper. DOCTOR: Keeper? You're nothing but a box, and I've got the key. (to Idas) Give me that. ORACLE: Destroy! Destroy! ORACLE: No! Destroy! LEELA: Doctor, they're coming. Come on! ORACLE: Destroy! LEELA: Doctor, leave it! Come on! ORACLE: Destroy! LEELA: Doctor, hurry! Come on now! ORACLE: Destroy him! LEELA: Hurry, Doctor! DOCTOR: Almost there. LEELA: Hurry, they're coming. ORACLE: Destroy him! LEELA: Doctor! ORACLE: Destroy! Destroy! Destroy! Destroy! Destroy him! DOCTOR: No hard feelings. LEELA: Come on! ORACLE: Destroy him! ANKH: After them. They must not meet the others. LEELA: Which way? Which way? DOCTOR: They know this place better than we do. IDAS: The tunnels! Through there. They'll never find us through there. TARN: They've reached tunnel seven, Master. ANKH: Good. Close it down and collapse it. IDAS: Quickly, through here. This was formed by the last skyfall. We should be safe in here. LEELA: Safe? LEELA: What are you doing? DOCTOR: I'm just wondering what they've given Jackson. JACKSON: The Quest is over. Set course for Minyos Two. K9, how do we stand for launch? K9: Fuel absorption incomplete. TALA: We've enough to get away, but it'll be a slow journey. HERRICK: I say we go. ORFE: We've got what we came for. JACKSON: Right, prepare to launch. K9: Negative. JACKSON: What? K9: Personnel incomplete. Doctor and the mistress not on board. JACKSON: Find them. Tell them we're going. Now! K9: Affirmative. IDAS: We're trapped. Don't you understand, Doctor? We're trapped. LEELA: Yes, we're going to be here for ever. DOCTOR: No. They'll come and dig us out. LEELA: Who? DOCTOR: Well, whoever it was buried us. LEELA: Why should they bother? DOCTOR: Because we've got something it wants. The Oracle, remember? ANKH: The cylinders must be replaced. Order a party of slaves to tunnel seven. TARN: And the bodies of the intruders, Master? ANKH: Into the crusher. TALA: Five, four, three, two, one. ORFE: Secondary check complete. JACKSON: Third and final check. Commence countdown. Come on, Doctor, come on. ORFE: Forty to launch. DOCTOR: What kept you, K9? K9: Gratitude is unnecessary. Speed is vital. ORFE: Ten, nine JACKSON: Run up on drive. ORFE: Eight. TALA: Drive running. ORFE: Seven, six. JACKSON: Pressurise. ORFE: Five, four, three, two JACKSON: Prepare to blast out. ORFE: One. DOCTOR (OOV.): Stop! DOCTOR: Here are your race banks. JACKSON: (coming down the stairs) Then what are those? DOCTOR: That's what I intend to find out. DOCTOR: K9, what do you make of these? K9: Analysis indicates fission grenades. DOCTOR: What? K9: Do not proceed. Impossible to defuse. explsive contents in excess of two thousand megatons. DOCTOR: Two thousand megatons? JACKSON: How much time have we got? DOCTOR: I don't know. JACKSON: What are we going to do? DOCTOR: I think I'd better get rid of them, don't you? K9: Affirmative. LEELA: Doctor, wait! LEELA: Which way did he go? IDAS: I don't know. LEELA: He may have need of us. We'll try this way. ORACLE: Why? Why have they not been found? ANKH: The slaves are digging. ORACLE: Shall they not be found? Are they not my purpose? LAKH: They shall be found. It shall be done. IDAS: It's no good. We've lost him. LEELA: Come on. DOCTOR: Excuse me, I'm a stranger here myself. Could you direct me to the Oracle? RASK: Guards! I'll take those, Doctor. DOCTOR: What, those? I wouldn't if I were you. They won't do you any RASK: Give them here. You, take care of him. And make sure you finish him off this time. Then bring this lot back to the Citadel. DOCTOR: You're making a terrible mistake. Those are the wrong ones. RASK: You can do better than that, Doctor. DOCTOR: Ah, well, er. DOCTOR: Look, getting rid of me isn't going to solve anything. Those cylinders were bmb. Why don't we just wait a few minutes and then we can all go together, hmm? LEELA: Doctor! Doctor, are you all right? DOCTOR: Yes, yes, I think so. Come on, let's get out of here. We've got no time. Tell them they've got no time. IDAS: Listen to me! The prophecy's being fulfilled. Our god has come to save us. We can escape to the stars. Hurry! LEELA: We must hurry! IDAS: Yes, come on, come on. LEELA: Come on! TARN: You have found them. Well done, Rask. Quickly. ANKH: They have been found. ORACLE: Replace them, quickly. ORACLE: They must never leave my keeping again. DOCTOR: Quiet! Quiet, everyone. Come on, here. DOCTOR: Now listen to me. I want you to stay calm, and when I say, go quickly but quietly. Ready? Take this little one. Off you go now. Come on. Come on. DOCTOR: Come on, come on. Plenty of room for everyone. Everything's going to be all right. All right, all right. JACKSON: What's going on? Get off, all of you. Off the ship! Get out! DOCTOR: What are you doing? Never mind that! JACKSON: What are you doing? We can't take all these people! DOCTOR: No! Come on. JACKSON: We can't. We're too low on fuel. DOCTOR: This planet's going to explode. JACKSON: Then get them off. Get off! DOCTOR: Why? JACKSON: I must safeguard the race bank. DOCTOR: Why? JACKSON: Why? The future of our people. DOCTOR: Listen, Jackson. This is your people. This is your race. Descendents of the people who came on the P7E. JACKSON: But we can't take the extra weight. DOCTOR: Look this planet is going to explode, Jackson. Your only hope is to go, and go now. Go, Jackson, go! DOCTOR: Right. Sit down, everybody. Sit down. Now, stay very calm. HERRICK: Outer section sealed. JACKSON: Run up on drive. TALA: Drive running. JACKSON: Pressurise. ORFE: Check. JACKSON: Prepare to blast out. DOCTOR: Get down. Right down, right down. TARN: They've cleared the surface. Not long now and they'll all be blown to bits. ORACLE: These are not the cylinders! Get rid of them or we shall all be destroyed. ANKH: Where? ORACLE: Get rid of them! Get rid of them! ANKH: But where? There's no time. ORACLE: Get rid of them! Get rid of them! ANKH: We can't. ORACLE: Then defuse them! ANKH: How? JACKSON: More power! TALA: I'm trying. ORFE: We're falling back. JACKSON: More power! TALA: There is no more. ORFE: The planet's gravity's pulling us back, sir. DOCTOR: Everything all right, Jackson? TALA: We don't have enough power to reach escape velocity. JACKSON: You know why, don't you, Doctor? It's the extra weight, isn't it, Doctor. DOCTOR: Oh, come on, Jackson, be brave. Sit down. ANKH: It is not possible. ORACLE: Why? Why? LAKH: You made it so. ORACLE: Then I have failed in my duty, and deserve destruction. DOCTOR: There she goes. If you wanted power, Jackson, get ready to ride out the blast. ORFE: We made it! JACKSON: Speed? TALA: Four sevenths light. JACKSON: Course? ORFE: One two zero, sir. JACKSON: How long to Minyos Two? HERRICK: Three hundred and seventy years, sir. That's nothing, is it? JACKSON: Doctor! DOCTOR: Yes? JACKSON: Aren't you coming with us to Minyos Two? DOCTOR: No, no, no time. I'm very busy. Goodbye, Jason. ORFE: Goodbye. HERRICK: Goodbye! LEELA: Doctor? DOCTOR: Hmm? LEELA: Why did you call him Jason? DOCTOR: Who? LEELA: Jackson. DOCTOR: What? I called Jackson Jason? LEELA: Yes. Is Jackson Jason? DOCTOR: No, Jackson isn't Jason. LEELA: Well, is Jason Jackson? DOCTOR: No, no, no. Jason was another captain on a long quest. LEELA: I don't understand. DOCTOR: Ah. He was looking for the Golden Fleece. LEELA: Did he find it? DOCTOR: Yes, yes. He found it hanging on a tree at the end of the world. Perhaps those myths are not just old stories of the past, you see, but prophecies of the future. Who know? What do you think, K9? K9: Negative. DOCTOR: What did he say? LEELA: Negative. DOCTOR: Negative? Can he paint? Hmm? Negative. LEELA: Negative.	{"type": "series", "show": "Doctor Who", "episode": "15x20 - Underworld - part 4"}	foreverdreaming
THE INVASION OF TIME BY "DAVID AGNEW" GRAHAM WILLIAMS AND ANTHONY READ Part One Original Air Date: 4 February 1978 Running time: 25:00 DOCTOR: I am prepared. LEADER: Speed is vital, Doctor. LEELA: K9, can you tell me how long he'll be? K9: Negative. Prognostication impossible in matters concerning Doctor. LEELA: Prog what? K9: I cannot tell. LEELA: Can you tell me where we've landed? K9: Affirmative. LEELA: Well? K9: Materialisation took place on alien spacecraft. LEELA: Why wouldn't the Doctor let me go with him? K9: I do not know. Prognostication impossible BOTH: In matters concerning. I know, I know. Well, he may need my help. I'm going to take a look. K9: Do not touch the scanner control, mistress. LEELA: Oh, I know the Doctor said we weren't supposed to, but wouldn't you like to see where he is? Who he's talking to? K9: Negative. Wishing for such things is emotion. I am not programmed LEELA: Oh, shut up. You're no help at all. LEELA: What's wrong? Why won't it work? K9? K9, what's? K9, sulking is also an emotional thing. If you cannot wish, you cannot sulk. K9! K9, I'm sorry. LEELA: I didn't mean to shout at you. K9: Apologies are not necessary. LEELA: No, no, no, of course they're not. Now, can you tell me, please, why this scanner will not work? K9: The Doctor immobilised the mechanism before he left in order to prevent you switching it on. LEELA: You mean he doesn't trust me? What is he doing out there? LEADER: We will conclude formalities. Sign it. DOCTOR: I never sign anything before I've read it. LEADER: Then read it. DOCTOR: You promised complete control over the Time Lords. VARDAN: You will have complete control. DOCTOR: But here in paragraph four sub VARDAN: Lawyer's quibbles, Doctor. DOCTOR: Well, I've heard that before. Almost got me klled once, but of course you know that. LEADER: Sign it! DOCTOR: Complete control. LEADER: My word. DOCTOR: Well, I've signed so many things, one more won't make any difference. LEADER: But it will, Doctor. It will. DOCTOR: I'm honoured to be allowed to serve your glorious cause. LEELA: Where have you been? DOCTOR: Shush. LEELA: (quietly) Where have you been? Why did you turn the scanner off? Doctor, where have you been? DOCTOR: Order K9 to tell you to shut up. LEELA: Yes. K9, the Doctor said you're to tell me to shut up. How dare you! K9: Adopt silent mode, mistress. LEELA: K9, you K9: Imperative, mistress. ANDRED: Speak. Where? When? Relative time, please, Rodan. Thank you. ANDRED: Ahem. KELNER: Yes? What is it, Commander. ANDRED: A report, sir. KELNER: Continue. ANDRED: Temporal scan indicates unidentified capsule approaching. KELNER: Unidentified? ANDRED: At this distance, within our own continuum, unidentified, sir. KELNER: But our own? ANDRED: Molecular patina indicates Gallifreyan origin, yes, sir, but it's too early for a positive. KELNER: When, then? ANDRED: Approximately two minutes relative, sir. KELNER: Defences? ANDRED: Green level. KELNER: No sense in taking chances, Commander. Go to amber alert. ANDRED: Yes, sir. ANDRED: Main security. Commander Andred speaking. Please establish amber alert. DOCTOR: Amber alert. They've put an amber alert on me. On me? Cheek. K9: Cheek? DOCTOR: Yes, cheek. K9: Physical characteristics, humanoid facial component. DOCTOR: Wrong. K9: Tertiary data check insists definition correct. DOCTOR: Amber alert? On me? ANDRED: Confirmation, sir. The capsule is Gallifreyan. KELNER: Then what is all the fuss about? ANDRED: Still unidentified. KELNER: Unidentified? KELNER: Only two Time Lords are absent from their duties here on authorised research missions. You will find their molecular codes in ANDRED: Yes, sir. Neither match. I've checked. KELNER: Then who is in that capsule? Unauthorised use of a time capsule has only one penalty, Commander. See to it. ANDRED: Yes, sir. ANDRED: Commander Andred to all guard leaders. An unidentified capsule is approaching Gallifrey. Any sentient form on board is to be arrested on arrival. If there is no sign of life, destroy capsule as soon as it materialises. DOCTOR: Would you like a ball bearing? K9: Please do not mock, master. DOCTOR: Where's Leela? K9: Immersed, master. DOCTOR: What? K9: Totally immersed in H2O, master. DOCTOR: Fine time to take a bath. ANDRED: Excuse me, sir. I've decided to supervise the destruction of the capsule personally. KELNER: Yes, of course. Remember, Commander. A sentient who can control a time capsule is a danger. Capture, interrogate ANDRED: I will see that all regulations are observed, sir. LEADER: Switch to visual. LEADER: Interesting. He appears to have landed. VARDAN: He may be klled. LEADER: There will be others. DOCTOR: Gentlemen, I'm delighted to be back on Gallifrey. DOCTOR: Oh, I like it. Yes, I like you. Where are you from, soldier? GUARD: Gallifrey. DOCTOR: Gallifrey? Never heard of it. Guard of honour? You're a rabble. Nothing but a rabble. You're not fit to guard a jelly baby. (to Andred) Would you like a jelly baby? ANDRED: We're here to arrest you. DOCTOR: Well, let's get on with it. Come on, Leela. Where do you think you're going? LEELA: You just told me to follow you. DOCTOR: You stay here till I send for you. LEELA: But Doctor ANDRED: Halt! DOCTOR: Right, you lead. ANDRED: No, you follow me. DOCTOR: Right. DOCTOR: What is it? ANDRED: That's the Chancellor's office. DOCTOR: Well, I know it's the Chancellor's office. ANDRED: Well, no one goes in there unannounced. DOCTOR: Well, announce me. ANDRED: ... All right. BORUSA: Yes? ANDRED: Forgive the intrusion, sir. An unexpected emergency has arisen. BORUSA: Doctor! DOCTOR: I am here to claim my legal right. BORUSA: What? DOCTOR: I claim the inheritance of Rassilon. I claim the titles, honour, duty and obedience of all colleges. I claim the Presidency of the Council of Time Lords. LEADER: I believe we have chosen well. Very well. K9: Where is the Doctor? K9: Speak. (beeps) You are a very stupid machine. DOCTOR: You don't dispute my claim, then? BORUSA: No, only the arrogance with which you present it. DOCTOR: Oh, Borusa, how you used to bore me with your interminable lectures on responsibility and duty. BORUSA: Which obviously failed. DOCTOR: Mmm. BORUSA: You make me regret teaching you anything at all. DOCTOR: You taught me nothing. Nothing that instinct couldn't provide better. BORUSA: Then you must trust your instincts. DOCTOR: Mmm. And you yours, Lord Borusa. BORUSA: I'll do what I can to persuade the Cardinals to accept you as their President. DOCTOR: I am the President! No persuasion is necessary. BORUSA: Politeness dictates DOCTOR: I am the President! Is there another candidate legally? BORUSA: No. That was an unfortunate oversight. DOCTOR: Thank you. BORUSA: I meant no disrespect. DOCTOR: Oh yes you did. Borusa, before you go, another lesson. BORUSA: On what particular subject? DOCTOR: The Constitution. BORUSA: You had that at your fingertips last time we met. DOCTOR: Yes, and if I hadn't, you would have klled me. BORUSA: Not I, the then Chancellor. DOCTOR: Oh yes, Did you, did you just assume his Office? BORUSA: The Council ratified my appointment. DOCTOR: Without a President, the Council can ratify nothing. BORUSA: There was no President, and the President-elect was elsewhere. DOCTOR: Yes. But my point is. Borusa! You haven't been give leave to depart yet. BORUSA: And until you have been confirmed and inducted as President, I do not need your leave to do anything. DOCTOR: The ceremony must take place at once. BORUSA: As soon as possible. DOCTOR: At once! LEADER: This needs thought. VARDAN: The course is obvious. LEADER: I may reconsider. The Doctor could be more use to us alive. He understands discipline. BORUSA: No discipline, that's always been the trouble. KELNER: He understands the dangers? He accepts the risks of induction without the necessary preparations? BORUSA: He accepts nothing. That's always been the trouble with him. No discipline. ANDRED: Forgive me, sirs. The President-elect desires your immediate attendance. BORUSA: Then let him rot in a black star. ANDRED: It is his request, sirs. KELNER: After all, Chancellor, a request is a request. And it's only a matter of time. DOCTOR: It's always a matter of time, eh, Castellan? Especially for Time Lords. What do you think about my office? KELNER: Oh, it's simply a formality. DOCTOR: Oh yes, yes, I know that. No, I meant my quarters. You know, room of ones own, somewhere to be. I do so hate squatting. BORUSA: The President's quarters are inadequate. DOCTOR: Correct. Have them refurbished. KELNER: In what style? BORUSA: We are not his lackeys. We are Time Lords of the Supreme Council. I am Chancellor. DOCTOR: Illegally. BORUSA: I am a Cardinal, then. That at least. DOCTOR: Oh, yes, a Cardinal. That at least. DOCTOR: Yes, this has possibilities. KELNER: In what style, sir? DOCTOR: Oh, I don't know. Early Quasar Five with a touch of Rega. KELNER: With the merest hint of Simian Empire? DOCTOR: Second dynasty, of course. KELNER: Of course. BORUSA: In short, Earth, twentieth century. DOCTOR: Well I did get used to it. I even liked it at times. KELNER: Now, that's Sol Three, relative dates zero three four one four three nine eight nine DOCTOR: No, no, no. I prefer four three seven zero eleven nine. KELNER: Yes, of course, sir. DOCTOR: Thank you. KELNER: It will, of course, take a little time, sir. DOCTOR: Well that's something we've plenty of, eh, Cardinal? I mean, Chancellor-elect? KELNER: Will that be all, sir? DOCTOR: No. See to my friend, Leela. Make sure she has comfortable quarters and suitable clothes for my induction. She will attend. KELNER: Yes, of course, sir. BORUSA: May I go also, President-elect? DOCTOR: No. We have things to discuss. BORUSA: What things? DOCTOR: Oh, the redecorations, for one. BORUSA: I'm sure the Lord Castellan is quite capable of DOCTOR: Oh yes. Quite. But I'd be so very grateful if you'd help him with the small things. The good Castellan has his flaws, hmm? I mean, his experience hardly extends to Earth zero seven three period. BORUSA: Zero seven three? DOCTOR: Yes, you remember all those marvellous panels, hmm? Very primitive, of course. BORUSA: Yes, I remember. Where would you like them? DOCTOR: Everywhere. BORUSA: Everywhere? DOCTOR: Everywhere. Floor, ceilings, wall, everywhere. BORUSA: But lead? DOCTOR: Shush. BORUSA: It's a very difficult substance to control. DOCTOR: It is. BORUSA: Only a few have mastered the art. DOCTOR: Then more should. Put your best men on it immediately. DOCTOR: Borusa? BORUSA: Yes? DOCTOR: And the door. Everywhere. ANDRED: Yes, that looks good. ANDRED: Madam. LEELA: My name is Leela. ANDRED: Leela, we've been through the whole cosmos. May I ask what you would like? LEELA: Well, I would like a quiver, a bow, a pouch of Janis thorns and my Knfe back. ANDRED: Madam, Leela, I've told you many times that I can't give you your Knfe. No wapon are allowed here, except for internal security. LEELA: The Doctor said you were to look after me. ANDRED: Yes, those were the President-elect's orders, madam. LEELA: And don't call me madam! ANDRED: I'm sorry! Leela. But I can't give you wapon. LEELA: Then keep your fine clothes and your useless baubles. And keep your President-elect also! DOCTOR: What then? BORUSA: Then Gold Usher will formally introduce you to the Matrix. DOCTOR: Ah. Just the Matrix. BORUSA: There is no just about it. The Matrix is the sum total. Everything. All the information that has ever been stored, all the information that can be stored, the imprints of personalities of hundreds of Time Lords and their Presidents, their elected Presidents. That will become available to you. It will become a part of you as you will become a part of it. DOCTOR: Yes, that's what I thought. LEADER: Prepare. BORUSA: But you know this already. Once before, you have entered into the amplified Panatropic computer. DOCTOR: Yes. I didn't much care for it, either. BORUSA: The APC net is only a small part of the Matrix. DOCTOR: And when I've been introduced to the Matrix, will I have complete power? BORUSA: More power than anyone in the known Universe, yes. DOCTOR: I'll put it to good use. The best. BORUSA: That is your duty. DOCTOR: Oh, yes, quite, quite. LEADER: Summon the commanders. VARDAN: Full standby? LEADER: No, not yet. The first phase is nearing completion. ANDRED: It is time. LEELA: This ceremony, it does the Doctor much honour? ANDRED: The greatest honour Gallifrey can offer. LEELA: Then I shall not let him down. ANDRED: Leela! LEELA: Are there any duties for me? ANDRED: Duties? LEELA: Yes. Rites I must observe, things to do, things not to do. ANDRED: No, there's nothing for you to do, but, Leela? If you could avoid klling anyone, it would help. LEELA: I will try. GOMER: Undue haste is one thing, vulgar bad manners another. I normally take the oath to consider an induction, let alone assemble one. SAVAR: Unsettled times, eh, Gomer? Though still the time will throw up the man. GOMER: They say with time wisdom comes to a man. Aren't you due for regeneration? SAVAR: I believe I have wisdom to fit my years. GOMER: Just so, Lord Savar. Cyclic burst. SAVAR: I beg your pardon? GOMER: The answer may lie in the cyclic burst ratio. SAVAR: A black star protects us. What is a cyclic burst ratio? GOMER: A little study of mine, a hobby. You comprehend hobby? SAVAR: I believe I've come across it, sir, but I fail to understand any significant meaning. GOMER: That does not surprise me. I'm making a study of what I would term wavelength broadcast power transduction. SAVAR: Really. GOMER: Yes. You see, I've noticed lately, well, over the last decade or so, an enormous fluctuation in relative wavelength transduction over a particularly narrow band. GOLD USHER: Honoured members of the Supreme Council, Cardinals, Time Lords, madam. We are here today to honour the will and the wisdom of Rassilon. VARDAN: We are near victory. GOLD USHER: Is there anyone here to contest the candidate's right to the Sash of Rassilon? GOLD USHER: Is there anyone here to contest the candidate's right to the Rod of Rassilon? GOLD USHER: Is there anyone here to contest the candidate's right to the Great Key of Rassilon? GOLD USHER: By custom, with wisdom, and for honour, I shall strike three times. Should no voice be heard by the third stroke, I will, duty-bound, invest the candidate as President of the Supreme Council of the Time Lords of Gallifrey. VARDAN: Now we have them. GOLD USHER: It is my duty and privilege, having the consent of the Time Lords of Gallifrey, to invest you as President of the Supreme Council. Accept, therefore, the Sash of Rassilon. GOLD USHER: Accept, therefore, the Rod of Rassilon. GOLD USHER: Seek, therefore, to find the Great Key of Rassilon. VARDAN: We have been cheated! LEADER: No, all is exactly as expected. GOLD USHER: Do you swear to uphold the laws of Gallifrey? DOCTOR: I swear. GOLD USHER: Do you swear to follow in the wisdom of Rassilon? DOCTOR: I swear. GOLD USHER: Do you swear to protect the law and the wisdom? DOCTOR: I swear. GOLD USHER: I invest you Lord President of the Supreme Council. I wish you good fortune and strength. I give you the Matrix.	{"type": "series", "show": "Doctor Who", "episode": "15x21 - The Invasion of Time - part 1"}	foreverdreaming
THE INVASION OF TIME BY "DAVID AGNEW" GRAHAM WILLIAMS AND ANTHONY READ Part Two Original Air Date: 11 February 1978 Running time: 25:00 LEELA: Doctor! Doctor! BORUSA: The Matrix rejects the candidate. Guards, seize him! GOLD USHER: No! No one may lay hands on the President. BORUSA: The Matrix has rejected him. GOLD USHER: He is the Matrix now. It cannot reject him. Surgeon General. LEELA: Will he be all right? BORUSA: This is unheard of. For a candidate to be attcked by the Matrix. GOLD USHER: There's no longer a candidate. There's only the President. After his official induction, the Matrix can only be worn by the President. Therefore this is the President. GOMER: If you continue to argue legal niceties, we may well have to go through this whole boring business in the very near future. LEELA: Is he going to die? GOMER: He has retreated. LEELA: Never! The Doctor is no coward. GOMER: A self-induced cataleptic. A simple defense reaction brought about by a sudden unexpected attck upon his consciousness. BORUSA: There! Do you hear? An attck. GOMER: Have the kindness to be quiet, Borusa. The President needs peace, rest and medical attention which I shall supervise myself. BORUSA: Take him to the Chancellory. GOMER: Indeed, that would be perfect. GOMER: And Borusa, I suggest you cut off your communications, prohibit visitors and keep all your tedious bureaucratic problems to yourself. BORUSA: Impertinent! KELNER: He is young yet, Chancellor. Impetuous, I know, but I still believe his hearts are in the right places. LEADER: Very close. He has little strength. VARDAN: It will take a long time to replace him. LEADER: Too long. Signal all commanders to increase speed and evaluate implementation Plan Three. BORUSA: High Lords, we have taken the President to the Chancellory. Please remain calm. Bring the girl. BORUSA: What? LEELA: I didn't hurt him. I saved him. BORUSA: The enquiry can determine that. Bring her. ANDRED: Sir. BORUSA: Well, Lord Gomer? GOMER: He has suffered a severe sub-mental shock. I've given him a massive deranger dose, but even that will take hours to GOMER: Incredible. LEELA: Are you all right? BORUSA: Quietly, now. DOCTOR: Lord Chancellor, what happened? BORUSA: Your alien friend almost klled you. She openly attcked you. LEELA: No, it was the crown! The crown almost klled him! DOCTOR: What's she doing here? LEELA: Well, you brought me. DOCTOR: Impossible. No aliens are allowed in here. Get rid of her. LEELA: Doctor, what's happened to you? BORUSA: Put her out, Commander. ANDRED: Where, sir? DOCTOR: Outside the Citadel, of course. ANDRED: In the outer world? DOCTOR: Yes, expel her. LEELA: No! I will not go! BORUSA: Take her! BORUSA: Stop her, before she does any more damage! GUARD: Stop! Stop or I'll fre! Stop! ANDRED: Where'd she go? GUARD: She turned down there, sir. ANDRED: Well get after her! (into comm.) Commander Andred. Sound the alarm and turn out the guard. Escaped alien prisoner, female, at large in the Citadel. GUARD: Stop! Stop, alien! DOCTOR: That's funny, I've got a ringing in my head. BORUSA: That's the alarm system. DOCTOR: Shush. I've got a ringing in my head. Listen. Can you hear? ANDRED: I ordered them to sound the alarm. The girl got away. KELNER: What is happening? Who ordered the? Oh, your Excellency, you are feeling better. DOCTOR: Yes. KELNER: I'm very pleased to see this. DOCTOR: So am I. KELNER: Where is the girl? ANDRED: She escaped. KELNER: Escaped? BORUSA: The President ordered that she be expelled from the Citadel. She got away. DOCTOR: She can be dangerous, Castellan. KELNER: Very well, I will take charge of the operations myself. ANDRED: I'm quite capable of catching her. KELNER: I will see that she is driven out of the Citadel. Come. DOCTOR: And switch that awful ringing off in my head! DOCTOR: That's better. BORUSA: What exactly are you playing at, Excellency? DOCTOR: Playing at, Lord Chancellor? BORUSA: You know very well what I mean. DOCTOR: I'd like a little more respect from you, if you don't mind. BORUSA: I thought that was a quality you didn't admire. DOCTOR: Ah, that was before. I would have thought you, of all people, knew me better than that. BORUSA: Well, you could never deceive me when you were my student at the Academy. You haven't changed, and neither have I. But this is rather more than a student prank, isn't it. DOCTOR: Believe me, Lord Borusa, I've never been more serious in any of my lives. While Leela remains free in the Citadel, we are in danger. BORUSA: Isn't that a little melodramatic, even for your vivid imagination? DOCTOR: No! My ordeal at the induction has made me tired. BORUSA: You can rest here. We can continue after you've had your rest, and the alien has been caught and expelled. DOCTOR: Can't fool me, Borusa. DOCTOR: Well done, Doctor. ANDRED: Good men. DOCTOR: Even the sonic screwdriver won't get me out of this one. DOCTOR: I have a problem. There is absolutely no point in having another door in the room if you don't have another key, hmm? QED. What? Latin. QED, Latin. Now, a key can either be lost or stolen, hmm? Therefore, ergo, you are the key, Borusa. Hmm? Palm print? No, that's too simple. Retina pattern? No. You must admit, you do like the sound of your own voice. DOCTOR: Open sesame. I command you to open. Please. Palm print, no. Retina pattern, no. Voice print? As Borusa always said, there's nothing more useless than a lock with a voiceprint. DOCTOR: There's nothing more useless than a lock with a voiceprint. ANDRED: Sir. We found the girl. KELNER: Well, where is she? ANDRED: She's with the President. KELNER: With the P? ANDRED: Line two, on your own mixer. KELNER: Chancellor? Castellan Kelner here. Is the President, by any chance, still with you? Oh, no, no, no. Not to be disturbed, of course. Would you be kind enough to inform me when he wakes? Thank you so much. Don't just stand there, Commander, get out there. ANDRED: Yes, sir. DOCTOR: Bow to the Sash of Rassilon. LEELA: I'm with him. ANDRED: Didn't you see her? GUARD: Well, she did come this way, sir. ANDRED: Well? She's probably heading for the President's capsule. Come on. LEELA: Doctor! GUARD: It's locked, sir. ANDRED: She must be in there. These old Type Forties had a complex trimonic locking device. ANDRED (on screen): We need a set of cypher indent keys. GUARD (on screen): Yes, sir. DOCTOR: What do you think? K9: Too many variables for accurate forecast, master. DOCTOR: Really? What variables? K9: Humanoid illogical procedure, master. DOCTOR: Like me? K9: Affirmative. DOCTOR: How am I? K9: Cerebral circuits in order. Physiognomy dubious. DOCTOR: Oh, I see. K9: The risk you took would appear to have been justified. DOCTOR: Good. Can we proceed then? K9: Actions so far indicate a success probability along this path analysis, thirty nine point seven five. DOCTOR: That bad, is it? K9: Affirmative. DOCTOR: Listen, I've discovered the location of the security control room. It's directly beneath the Panopticon area, level three zero. K9: Then success probability increases to forty eight point three five. DOCTOR: Well, that's not bad. K9: Advise against any plan incorporating success factor below six five. DOCTOR: Suppose I throw a mirror cast? K9: Master? DOCTOR: Shadow shift. Create a false image to Space Traffic Control. K9: Suggest you reflect the transmission DOCTOR: Shush. Suppose I reflect a transmission beam off the security shield, feed it back through a link crystal bank and boost it through the transducer? K9: Couldn't have put it better myself, master. DOCTOR: I don't think you could. Ha! K9: Agree. Possibility of your explanation being better than mine, less than one percent. DOCTOR: What? You are the most insufferably arrogant, overbearing, patronising bean tin. K9: Master? DOCTOR: Nothing. Someone once said that to me, once. K9: Correction, master. Several people have said that about you. DOCTOR: Thank you. Thank you very much. K9: Thanks are not necessary. DOCTOR: Well at least no one's ever called me smug! K9: Correction. DOCTOR: Listen. If you destroy the control centre after I feed in the Doppler effect and eliminate the red shift, the invasion must succeed, hmm? K9: Probability of success would rise to ninety eight point two. DOCTOR: Well, what's a couple of points between friends? Break the transduction field. RODAN: Come in, whoever you are. LEELA: Where are your guards? RODAN: I don't need any. LEELA: You don't need? RODAN: There's a forcefield between you and me. Between me and everyone. Don't you know this is one of the highest security rated rooms in the Citadel? LEELA: I did not know. RODAN: You must be that alien everyone's looking for. LEELA: I am Leela. RODAN: I'm called Rodan. And please put that thing away, you could hurt yourself. LEELA: The Doctor's always saying. (puts Knfe away) Why do you not tell them I am here? RODAN: Why bother? That's their affair. LEELA: That's whose affair? RODAN: The guards and the Time Lords. All the boring people. Do you know, I've passed the Seventh Grade and I'm nothing more than a glorified traffic guard? LEELA: Then you are a guard! RODAN: Do stop cavorting about like that. It's really so undignified. (comm. beep) Not again. Excuse me. Space Traffic Control. RODAN: Yes, I have them. Clearance is authorised. LEELA: What was that? RODAN: Probative space fleet. Neo-crystal structure, atomic power and wapon, on its way to blast some part of the galaxy to dust, I suppose. LEELA: Then you must stop them! RODAN: But that would be against every law of Gallifrey. Oh no, I could never interfere, only observe. LEELA: Supposing they attcked you? RODAN: Then they would be very stupid. Nothing can get past the transduction barrier. DOCTOR: K9, destroy the transduction barriers. K9: Master. DOCTOR: Not yet. Can I have a few moments to get away, please? K9: Affirmative. DOCTOR: And will you get off my foot, please? K9: Affirmative. DOCTOR: Thank you. ANDRED: Seems to be stuck in this ridiculous shape. I wonder what it was imitating when BOTH: What are you doing here? ANDRED: My Lord President! DOCTOR: That's all right. I've come back for my jelly babies. I'd left my jelly babies in the TARDIS. ANDRED: I beg your pardon? DOCTOR: Jelly babies. Would you like one? They're a delicacy I discovered on Earth. Go on. ANDRED: Ah, that's Sol Three in Mutter Spiral. DOCTOR: That's right. DOCTOR: What do you think? ANDRED: Mmm, yes. Delicious. DOCTOR: Good, good. Here, have the bag. ANDRED: Oh, sir, I DOCTOR: No, no, no, go on. I've got plenty more. I've got plenty more. Anyone who likes jelly babies can't be all bad, huh? (quietly) Don't mention this to the Chancellor. He doesn't approve of jelly babies. I think he's frivolous. ANDRED: No, sir. DOCTOR: Have you caught that girl yet? ANDRED (on screen): No, sir. We thought she was in your capsule. DOCTOR (on screen): There's no one in my capsule. ANDRED (on screen): Well, she came this way. DOCTOR (on screen): It is absolutely vital that girl is caught and put outside the Citadel. Absolutely vital. ANDRED (on screen): Vital? DOCTOR (on screen): Vital. ANDRED (on screen): Right away, sir. Guards, follow me. GUARD: Hello, Commander? I've got the keys. BORUSA: Castellan. KELNER: Is the President still resting in your room, Chancellor? BORUSA: He is. KELNER: And he's been there all the time in your room? BORUSA: He has, and I've been here. KELNER: I think you should rouse him now. I would very much like to speak with him. BORUSA: Your Excellence. Your Excellence? DOCTOR: Hmm? BORUSA: Castellan Kelner wishes to speak with you. DOCTOR: Good. Bring him in. KELNER: I trust that you feel better for your rest, sir? DOCTOR: Mmm, thank you. KELNER: I'm afraid I have to tell you that the girl has evaded her captors and is hiding somewhere in the Citadel. DOCTOR: Castellan, how did that happen? KELNER: Regrettable oversights on the part of one of my guards. DOCTOR: Castellan! You are responsible for security. You see to it. KELNER: Immediately, Eminence. DOCTOR: Borusa! Call a meeting of the Council at once! BORUSA: But Excellency DOCTOR: At once! No excuses! Get out! Get out! Get out! RODAN: I do find astrophysics a bore, I must say, but then one must fight them on their own terms, don't you think? LEELA: Oh, one must, one must, yes. RODAN: I knew I'd like you. Come in. RODAN: It can't be! No creature would dare! (into comm.) Space Traffic Control. Code Beta Three. An alien spacecraft within two spans. Course zero to Gallifrey, immediate. Raise the transduction barrier to factor five. Red alert. I repeat, red alert. RODAN: Then find him. I must speak to Lord Castellan. RODAN: (broadcast) The transduction barrier has failed. We are being inv*de. DOCTOR: Gentlemen, this is no ordinary meeting. I'm privileged to introduce to you your new masters.	{"type": "series", "show": "Doctor Who", "episode": "15x22 - The Invasion of Time - part 2"}	foreverdreaming
THE INVASION OF TIME BY "DAVID AGNEW" GRAHAM WILLIAMS AND ANTHONY READ Part Three Original Air Date: 18 February 1978 Running time: 25:00 BORUSA: He's mad! Guard! DOCTOR: Resistance is useless. The Vardans have more power than we have dreamed of and more knowledge than we can hope for. You must submit the way I did when I first met them. BORUSA: And when was that? DOCTOR: A long time ago. BORUSA: So you knew about this all the time. You knew about this before your induction. DOCTOR: Yes, before that, yes. BORUSA: And all you know is in the Matrix. DOCTOR: And all I know is in the Matrix. BORUSA: You really disappoint me, Doctor. I expected better of you. DOCTOR: Did you really? Thank you. RODAN: The invde are in control. LEELA: Good. Now we can fight them. RODAN: Didn't you hear the Lord President's announcement? We must submit. LEELA: You keep your Lord President, I'll keep my Doctor. He has a plan. RODAN: What plan? LEELA: I don't know. RODAN: Then how can you say? LEELA: He always has a plan. DOCTOR: You will now disperse until my next summons. BORUSA: You have no right! DOCTOR: Borusa. Have you carried out my instructions? BORUSA: Regarding what, Supremacy? DOCTOR: The redecoration of my office. BORUSA: The matter is in hand. DOCTOR: Ah. (quietly) But is it finished? BORUSA: I believe so. DOCTOR: Confirm it, and meet me there within the hour. LEADER: Congratulations, Doctor. You show great promise in the application of power. You could be a first grade dictator. DOCTOR: Thank you. You're very kind. That's very kind of you. (sotto, walking away) K9. LEADER: What did you say? DOCTOR: Nothing. LEADER: Doctor? DOCTOR: Yes? LEADER: How long will it take you to find the Great Key? DOCTOR: Oh. Oh, it's just a matter of time. LEELA: There's no point in further discussion. The discussion is for the wise or the helpless, and I am neither. RODAN; Then what are you going to do? LEELA: Well, if the Doctor wished me banished, I'll be banished. RODAN: You will surrender? LEELA: No! You talk always of surrender. Are all your tribe like this? RODAN: We are rational. LEELA: You are cowards. No, if the Doctor wished me banished, it was for a reason. RODAN: Reason dictates the Doctor is a traitor. LEELA: Never! RODAN: Reason dictates LEELA: Then reason is a liar! RODAN: And if I am right? LEELA: Then I am wrong, and I will face the consequence. Are you coming? DOCTOR: Nice. Yes, really nice. Bit rococo for a purist like me. What are you doing here, Borusa? BORUSA: You wished to see me, your Excellence. DOCTOR: Did I? Did I really? Oh yes, yes. Are the decorations complete? BORUSA: As you can see. DOCTOR: Completely complete. BORUSA: To the last detail. DOCTOR: No substitutes, no forgeries, no penny-pinching. BORUSA: They are the finest to be had in the whole Thessorian Empire. DOCTOR: And this exquisite relief work, in pure lead? BORUSA: As you can see? DOCTOR: Good. Now at last we can talk. ANDRED: Stop! BORUSA: But the strain must have been intolerable. DOCTOR: Nearly. I owe you a great deal, Lord Borusa. Especially apologies for the indignities and insults I threw at you. BORUSA: The President need apologise to no one. DOCTOR: Thank you. BORUSA: The President DOCTOR: Need thank no one. True, very true. It's a habit I picked up. BORUSA: How accurate is your data? DOCTOR: Absolutely accurate, but not yet complete. BORUSA: The Vardans can travel along wavelengths of any sort? DOCTOR: Yes. BORUSA: In the sense that any electro-temporal field aids communication, are they telepathic? DOCTOR: Hmm, yes. They can read thoughts. BORUSA: But a lead-lined room would shield you from them. DOCTOR: True. BORUSA: Yet you maintained a partial shielding unaided. DOCTOR: Well, I had the benefit of your training. BORUSA: And you did not think that I could shield myself? DOCTOR: Well, Lord Borusa, you and the other Time Lords are singularly logical, hmm? You're also short on humour and imagination. You can't offer distractions as I can. What's for tea? BORUSA: Tea? DOCTOR: Tea. BORUSA: Tea is camillia in dried form DOCTOR: I know what tea is. BORUSA: Well, what's that got to do with the thrat from the Vardans? DOCTOR: See, you're too single-minded. You're as transparent as good, old fashioned glass. BORUSA: You're right. I wouldn't last a moment. My mind is too easy to read. The master learns from the student, eh, Doctor? RODAN: So, what are you going to do? ANDRED: That depends. How much is she involved with the invde? LEELA: I am not involved with them. I am against them. RODAN: She doesn't even know who they are. ANDRED: But she's the President's friend. LEELA: Yes, I am. I want to save him. ANDRED: And that's why you destroyed the transduction barrier. LEELA: I destroyed the? RODAN: She couldn't have. She was with me. ANDRED: Who did, then? RODAN: I have no idea. Oh look, we must get out of the Citadel. ANDRED: What for? RODAN: Well, it's safer than staying in here. ANDRED: All right. But be careful. There's a total curfew on. If any of my men see you, they'll sht. RODAN: What? ANDRED: Kelner's orders. RODAN: Oh, come with us, Andred. ANDRED: Somebody's got to try and balance Castellan Kelner. He's having a lovely time, settling old scores, locking people up. Besides, you never know, there might be a chance to have a go at the invde. LEELA: Come on. ANDRED: Or even the President. BORUSA: But why banish your friend Leela? DOCTOR: Because she could be the biggest danger of all. BORUSA: Oh, yes. If I'm as transparent as good, old-fashioned glass. DOCTOR: Until she gets to outer Gallifrey. BORUSA: That barbarian garden? How can she be safe there? DOCTOR: Well, that barbarian garden's her natural habitat. She's a huntress, a creature of instinct. The power out there BORUSA: I know. Awful. Can she survive? RODAN: Oh, I'm so tired. I must rest. LEELA: We haven't come far enough. RODAN: I never thought it'd be like this. LEELA: What, you've never been outside the Citadel before? RODAN: No, why should I have? There's everything we need inside. LEELA: This is much better than inside. RODAN: It's frightening. LEELA: Why are you scared? RODAN: It's all so ... natural. LEELA: We must go on. They can still see us here from the Citadel. RODAN: How much further? LEELA: Just over there, then you can rest. RODAN: All right. LEELA: Come on. RODAN: Now can we rest? LEELA: Yes. Yes, rest here. RODAN: Whose stupid idea was it to leave the Citadel? LEELA: Oh, you'd rather be with the invde? RODAN: No, you're quite right. It's got to be safer here. KELNER: You will stay with the President at all times. You will be his personal bodyguard, do you understand? BODYGUARD: Yes, Castellan. KELNER: You will take your orders only from me, and you will report to me everything the President says and does. Understood? BODYGUARD: Of course, Castellan. KELNER: You see, there may be those who wish to dispose of the President, but you will protect him against every thrat until I tell you otherwise. BODYGUARD: Nothing will happen to him while I'm guarding him, Castellan. KELNER: Good. Because if anything does happen, I would have to take over as President, and I have no wish to expose myself to the dangers of that position (pause) for the moment. BODYGUARD: I understand perfectly, sir. KELNER: Good. You will be suitably rewarded when the time comes. Now go about your business. BODYGUARD: Yes, sir. And thank you. NESBIN: What's this? ABLIF: We found them, Nesbin. NESBIN: Found them? ABLIF: Thought they were game at first. Jasko nearly put a spear through them. NESBIN: Were they armed. ABLIF: This one was. It took all of us to get it off her. NESBIN: She is very strange. LEELA: Then don't touch me! NESBIN: Well, it speaks. LEELA: I am not an it. I am Leela. This is Rodan. Who are you and what do you want with us? NESBIN: I am Nesbin. LEELA: The leader? NESBIN: Yes. This is Presta. NESBIN: And this is Ablif. But what is more to the point, what do you want with us? RODAN: We don't want anything with you. PRESTA: It's a trick. They've come here to trap us. ABLIF: Yes, send them back to the city before they bring their guards on us. RODAN: No, we're escaping from the city. NESBIN: Well, then you do want something from us. RODAN: What? NESBIN: Protection. Help. You can't survive out here without. LEELA: I can survive anywhere. NESBIN: I believe that. What are you? LEELA: I am a warrior of the Sevateem. PRESTA: An alien! That's dangerous. Surely they'll come hunting for her? NESBIN: We'll consider that in a moment. Well, warrior, I don't doubt that you can survive, but what about your friend here? RODAN: What about me? NESBIN: Well, you're no alien. I doubt if you've ever set foot outside the Citadel in your life before, have you? RODAN: No. NESBIN: Well, out here it's different. You have to fend for yourself. RODAN: Fend? NESBIN: That's right. What are you going to eat, for instance? RODAN: I have some supplies. Look. NESBIN: They won't last long. When they've gone, what will you do? RODAN: I, I don't know. NESBIN: I thought not. You wouldn't even know what you could eat, would you? Have you ever eaten flesh or fruit? RODAN: No. NESBIN: And shelter. Do you understand the need for shelter? No, of course you don't. You wouldn't last three days out here. RODAN: I didn't realise. I'm so tired and cold. NESBIN: Better get her inside. PRESTA: Are we going to let them stay, then? NESBIN: We'll decide about that when we've heard their story. This one'll need rest and shelter before she can tell us anything. BORUSA: How much have you told me? DOCTOR: Well, as much as I dare. BORUSA: Just so I know how much I am liable to give away. DOCTOR: You'll be all right. Do you think you can do it? BORUSA: Yes. DOCTOR: You're a brave man, Borusa. BORUSA: I am a Cardinal. DOCTOR: Yes. Yes, well, this shielding'll make them suspicious if we stay out of sight too long. Let's go. DOCTOR: I'm sorry to have kept you waiting. KELNER: It is I who should apologise DOCTOR: I wasn't talking to you. Move over. Shall we start? Chancellor, these are our new masters. I order you to acknowledge their absolute authority. BORUSA: You have no authority under the Constitution to order the Chancellor to do anything. DOCTOR: The Constitution is suspended as of now. BORUSA: This is monstrous, President. DOCTOR: Yes, but it is so. Do it. BORUSA: Never. I will not submit to these creatures. I am a Time Lord, a DOCTOR: Don't destroy him. He might be useful to us. LEADER: You will be responsible for him. DOCTOR: Yes, of course. Yes, of course. DOCTOR: Get up, you stiff-necked old Chancellor. Get up. Castellan, have the Chancellor removed to his quarters. KELNER: Guards, escort the Chancellor to his rooms. Remain on guard. DOCTOR: And don't let anyone in or out. He's under house arrest. DOCTOR: You have to admire him. He has courage. LEADER: He is foolish. If he causes trouble, we shall destroy him, and you also. DOCTOR: I've kept my part of the bargain. What more do you want? LEADER: More? We haven't gn yet. When we are certain that we have complete dominance over your people, then we shall reveal our requirements to you. DOCTOR: And yourselves, I hope. I find it disconcerting talking to shimmering shapes. LEADER: The time is not right. First you must complete the arrangements for the subjugation of your people. DOCTOR: Naturally, naturally. Well, Castellan, the Chancellor doesn't seem too keen to help. How about you? KELNER: It is my duty, sir, to serve the President at all times. I will do whatever you wish. DOCTOR: I thought you would. You can start by making sure that no one organises any resistance. That's the last thing I want. KELNER: Of course, sir. Peaceful cooperation is a much more fruitful course. DOCTOR: Good. Listen, why don't you regard yourself as Acting Vice-President? KELNER: Oh, thank you, sir. DOCTOR: And you'd better make me a list of all Time Lords holding official positions, and let me know which ones you think are reliable. KELNER: Yes, of course, sir. And perhaps you'd like a list of all known trouble makers at the same time? DOCTOR: That's the stuff. Off you go. DOCTOR: I knew we could rely on him. Well, now that you're safely here, why don't you, er, make yourselves comfortable, hmm? KELNER: Is there anything else I can get for you, sir? DOCTOR: Yes. A jelly baby. My right hand pocket. KELNER: What colour would you prefer, sir? DOCTOR: Orange. KELNER: There doesn't appear to be an orange one. DOCTOR: One grows tired of jelly babies, Castellan. KELNER: Oh, indeed one does, sir. DOCTOR: One grows tired of almost everything, Castellan. KELNER: Indeed, sir. DOCTOR: Except power. KELNER: Yes. DOCTOR: Is the curfew effective? KELNER: No incidents have been reported, sir. DOCTOR: What a splendidly subservient Citadel you do run, Castellan. KELNER: You are too generous, sir. DOCTOR: Have you brought the list? KELNER: Sir. DOCTOR: So these Time Lords are the only potential rebels to our new regime, hmm? KELNER: Yes, sir. I have checked all the bio-data extracts personally. DOCTOR: You have? KELNER: Well, er, with one or two exceptions, such as your good self. DOCTOR: Hmm. I should thing so, too. Well, if these are the only thrat to our new regime, we'd better do something about them. LEADER: Unreliable elements must be destroyed. DOCTOR: Oh, I hardly think so. They may be persuaded to see reason and some of them might be useful to us. LEADER: There is no choice. DOCTOR: Oh, but there is. KELNER: There is, sir? DOCTOR: Yes. Expulsion. LEADER: Expulsion? KELNER: Yes, that's an excellent idea, sir. DOCTOR: None of them can survive out there without help, and there's no help out there. KELNER: Oh yes, sir, that's an admirable detail. Once people realise that they'll liable to expulsion, they will quickly come to heel. LEADER: Very well, we approve. But leaders such as Chancellor Borusa shall be kept here in confinement. DOCTOR: Naturally. Well, see to it, Castellan. Oh, and Castellan, if I were you, I'd put them out one by one. KELNER: Yes, sir. I will start at once. DOCTOR: Good. DOCTOR: Well, that's a good morning's work, wouldn't you say? LEADER: Your progress so far has been quite satisfactory. DOCTOR: Isn't it time we shared a bit of trust? I mean, couldn't you materialise and have a jelly baby? LEADER: We are not ready yet. DOCTOR: Oh. LEADER: Your next task will be to dismantle the quantum force field around Gallifrey. DOCTOR: Dismantle it? That's not possible. LEADER: It has to be possible. DOCTOR: But if we tamper with that, the whole planet could be vaporised. LEADER: You will find a way. DOCTOR: I can't. LEADER: You will! NESBIN: Gallifrey invde? Nonsense. That's impossible. LEELA: How do you know? You're not a Time Lord. NESBIN: Oh, but we are, or rather, we were until we decided to drop out. LEELA: What is drop out? You fell? NESBIN: All that peace and eternal tranquillity. We decided to get back to nature out here. LEELA: Is this true? RODAN: Well, I've heard it rumoured, but it's a subject that's never mentioned. NESBIN: Well no, it wouldn't be. Might upset their cosy little world. LEELA: Then you like fighting. Good. NESBIN: Oh, now wait a minute, listen. LEELA: No, you listen to me, before it's too late. KELNER: Your record shows, Gomer, that you are politically unreliable. GOMER: Unreliable? How dare you, Kelner. There's not a more loyal Time Lord in all Gallifrey. KELNER: Exactly. Loyal to the old ways. GOMER: What other ways are there? KELNER: You are considered to be dangerous, a thrat to the new regime. GOMER: I consider that to be a compliment, Kelner. Thank you. I may be getting old, but if I had a wapon to use against these invde, I'd KELNER: You'd use it. Yes. Yes, you would. I think we'd be a lot safer with you out of the way. GOMER: What are you going to do with me? KELNER: By order of the President, you are to be expelled from the Citadel. GOMER: I'm sorry I can't go any faster. By the time you're my age, I'm in my tenth regeneration, you know ANDRED: Yes, sir, I know. I don't mind how slowly we go. GOMER: In my younger days I was considered to be lively enough. ANDRED: That's why you're being put out now. GOMER: Oh, yes, it would be. Kelner and his sort never let bygones be bygones. We never got on, never saw eye to eye. To tell you the truth, I can't stand the fellow. ANDRED: You're not alone in that. GOMER: Watch your step, young man, or you'll be following me out there. ANDRED: Oh, I don't think so. Some of us intend to do something about all this. It's all right, they're with me. GOMER: Are they indeed? ANDRED: There are plenty of us, more than Kelner and the President bargained for, and we're gaining strength every hour. GOMER: Good for you, young Andred. Good for you. Now, can I stay and help? ANDRED: Thank you, but I must put you out, sir. If I don't, Castellan Kelner will get suspicious. GOMER: Yes, I understand. ANDRED: But you may find help outside. GOMER: Help? Out there? ANDRED: Rodan and the alien girl Leela are already out there. Others are following. NESBIN: But you can't even take care of yourselves! LEELA: Try me! NESBIN: When I'm not busy. ABLIF: Now that's the language I do understand. LEELA: Then we are agreed? We shall fight! BODYGUARD: Where are we going, sir? DOCTOR: I'm not at liberty to say. ANDRED: You came. Good. Now, listen to me. Before we can do anything against the invde, we have to dispose of the President. I know it's against every law of the land, and it'll mean breaking my oath, but I believe he's forfeited the right to protection. He's a traitor who's brought these creatures in, and he must die. Are you with me? MAN 1: Yes. MAN 2: Yes. ANDRED: Right. We must get him away from his invde friends and away from Kelner's tame bodyguard, then we can strike. DOCTOR: No, no, no. You stay here. BODYGUARD: But sir, I can't. I must stay with you. Castellan's orders. DOCTOR: Rescinded. BODYGUARD: Beg pardon, sir? DOCTOR: Do you know what this is? BODYGUARD: Yes, Excellence. DOCTOR: Will you disobey me? BODYGUARD: The Castellan will have me sht, sir. DOCTOR: Well, that's all right. I'll have him sht. You stay there. DOCTOR: How's it going, K9? ANDRED: Now, look. I'll go in first. DOCTOR: K9? DOCTOR: K9, this is no time to be enjoying yourself, all right? K9: Absorption of data most satisfactory, master. DOCTOR: Good. Take this. I could try it myself, but they'd be sure to find out. DOCTOR: Come on, K9. Come on. Easy, easy, easy. Steady now. K9: Primary circuits locked in. DOCTOR: Good. K9: Commencing secondary feed. DOCTOR: Excellent. Ah, Andred. I've got something for you. A surprise. ANDRED: In the name of liberty and honour, I sentence you to death, traitor. DOCTOR: Oh, but.	{"type": "series", "show": "Doctor Who", "episode": "15x23 - The Invasion of Time - part 3"}	foreverdreaming
THE INVASION OF TIME BY "DAVID AGNEW" GRAHAM WILLIAMS AND ANTHONY READ Part Four Original Air Date: 25 February 1978 Running time: 23:31 DOCTOR: Don't point that thing at me. I am the President, you know. You owe me a little respect. Stun him, K9. DOCTOR: Good dog. Well, don't just stand there, reconnect. K9: Commencing reconnection. KELNER: Arrest Commander Andred and his guards. If they resist, kll them. GUARD: Yes, sir. LEADER: There is something wrong? KELNER: Nothing my guards cannot deal with, honoured sir. A minor infringement of discipline. LEADER: You are right. Lack of discipline cannot be tolerated. DOCTOR: Come on, K9, come on. ANDRED: Die, traitor. DOCTOR: Not now. Can't you see I'm busy? DOCTOR: It won't work in here. It's a patrol staser. It doesn't operate, you see, not in a relative dimensional sab field. ANDRED: What treachery are you attempting now? DOCTOR: A rather more effective treachery than yours, I hope. ANDRED: Now look, you're surrounded. There's no way you can leave this craft and live. Didn't you hear me? DOCTOR: I heard. K9? I'm going out for a few moments. I'll rely on you. And you, don't touch anything. ANDRED: Goodbye, Doctor. DOCTOR: What's going on out here? GUARD: They were trying to assassinate you. DOCTOR: What? Did you have to kll them all? GUARD: Yes. DOCTOR: I see. GUARD: Lord President, I don't think you understand the seriousness of the situation. DOCTOR: But I assure you I do, I do. Someone's made an attempt on my life and you let the ringleader escape. GUARD: Ringleader, sir? DOCTOR: Yes, your own commander, Andred. GUARD: Don't worry, sir, he won't get far. DOCTOR: I hope not. You get after him before he tries again. GUARD: Yes, sir. DOCTOR: No way to go out there and leave. I've got news for you. ANDRED: What? DOCTOR: You're stuck here. ANDRED: What? DOCTOR: Your pitiful attempt at revolution has failed. ANDRED: You're lying. DOCTOR: I'm the living proof I'm not. I don't know what they teach you at the Academy these days, but if you can't pull off a simple palace revolution, what can you pull off, hmm? ANDRED: I don't believe you. ANDRED: It's jammed. DOCTOR: Yes. And it's going to stay jammed until the invde have gone. (quietly) You see, while I'm in here, they can't touch me, and they can't read my thoughts. ANDRED: You mean they can travel along any form of broadcast wavelength? DOCTOR: Yes, and materialise at the end of it. But until they do materialise, I can't identify their planet of origin and time loop it. ANDRED: But you have access to the greatest source of knowledge in the universe. DOCTOR: Well, I do talk to myself sometimes, yes. ANDRED: I mean the Matrix. DOCTOR: Oh. Oh, that old thing. Yeah. There's a problem there. I've been under a bit of a strain recently. You see, the Matrix has been invde. ANDRED: The Matrix has been invde? DOCTOR: Yes. ANDRED: Why haven't you explained this to the Supreme Council? DOCTOR: Shush. Because they can read thoughts. Even encephalographic patterns. That's why I've plugged K9 into the Matrix instead of me. He's got no brains, you see. Sorry about that, K9. ANDRED: Can you trust a machine? DOCTOR: This one I can. He's my second best friend. KELNER: There is another matter I should like to raise with you, sir. LEADER: Well? KELNER: Unfortunately, it is a matter of some delicacy. LEADER: Speak. KELNER: The President has been behaving, well, strangely. Just a suspicion, no more. LEADER: We speculated as to how long it would take for you to recognise and report this. KELNER: You knew? LEADER: We have suspected the Doctor since we first made contact. We shall deal with him soon. DOCTOR: Well, at least they don't suspect me. ANDRED: Yes. Banishing Leela and the others was the best way of protecting them. DOCTOR: Hmm. ... It might just work. Give me your helmet. ANDRED: He's mad. One of us is mad. It's either him... LEADER: And all the rebels are dad? KELNER: Yes, all except Commander Andred. LEADER: Ah, you took him prisoner. Good. Bring him to us. KELNER: No sir, I'm afraid he has escaped. LEADER: Escaped? KELNER: My men have made a thorough search of the Citadel, sir. He is not inside. He must have escaped to Outer Gallifrey. LEADER: To Outer Gallifrey? This is most unsatisfactory. KELNER: There is no need to worry, sir. He won't survive out there for long. No one does. NESBIN: Good sht. LEELA: It's a good wapon. We must make some more. NESBIN: We'll need to if we're to go on feeding this lot. How many more is he going to expel? LEELA: Not for food. We shall need more wapon if we are to attck the Citadel. NESBIN: We can't fight with these? LEELA: Why not? DOCTOR: That should keep them guessing. ANDRED: My helmet? DOCTOR: Yes, I built a partial encephalographic barrier into it. It'll keep your deepest thoughts hidden, but you're going to have to concentrate. Can you do that? ANDRED: Yes. DOCTOR: Good. ANDRED: What? DOCTOR: Never mind. K9: Master? DOCTOR: K9. K9: Channel located. DOCTOR: What is it? K9: It is an outer spatial exploration and investigation channel, number nine nine seven seven nine five seven positive. DOCTOR: Can you tell where it's tuned to? K9: Negative. DOCTOR: Why not, K9? Sorry. Go on, K9. K9: There is considerable radiolactic interference. DOCTOR: Is there now? That's interesting. Is it deliberate? K9: Probability ninety five percent. DOCTOR: We're going to have to force them to materialise before we can identify their planet of origin. DOCTOR: K9? I'm going to have to play along with them again. ANDRED: What are you going to do? DOCTOR: I'm going to dismantle the forcefield around Gallifrey. ANDRED: What? DOCTOR: It's the only way to convince them that we're really cooperating. ANDRED: But that could blow us all to pieces. DOCTOR: Yes. ANDRED: You can't do that. DOCTOR: I can't, but Rassilon can. ANDRED: Yes. Rassilon's dad. DOCTOR: Yes. ANDRED: Eons ago. DOCTOR: That's right, but his mind lives on in the APC net. I'm part of that net now. Rassilon built the forcefield. Maybe he can dismantle it. ANDRED: But if you do that, you'll leave the whole of Gallifrey defenceless. DOCTOR: Exactly! Which is why it's the only way to convince them. How do you feel about that? ANDRED: Well, I DOCTOR: That's the spirit. K9, you're in charge. ANDRED: Now, look K9: I'm in charge. We will now trace the circuit again and fuse it. ANDRED: But the circuit is part of the Academy. Instruction and investigation control. K9: We will give them a day off school. Blow it. NESBIN: This is hopeless. LEELA: I agree. They are. NESBIN: So much for that idea. LEELA: We shall just have to fight on our own. NESBIN: Who? LEELA: Well, you and your warriors. With me. NESBIN: There aren't enough of us to capture the Citadel. Not if Castellan and his guards are working for the invde. They all have stasers. LEELA: Then we shall not try to capture the Citadel. We shall just rescue the Doctor. He will know what to do. NESBIN: But he is on their side! LEELA: Never! He cannot be! NESBIN: It's still impossible. LEELA: Not if we can surprise them. Choose your best warriors. Rodan can come with us. She will be able to guide us once we are inside. LEADER: You must not waste time, Doctor. DOCTOR: I've been thinking about it very hard, but I need to contact LEADER: Yes, we know, Doctor. You need to consult the APC net again. DOCTOR: That's right. DOCTOR: There is a way. LEADER: Well? Proceed! LEADER: Doctor! We are watching your every move and monitoring your every thought. DOCTOR: Yes. ANDRED: Z over P times log three five nine six equals K9: Cosine four seven three two. DOCTOR: Well, it doesn't look too difficult. Well, don't stare at me. This is a very delicate operation. You're making me nervous. DOCTOR: Right, that seems to be in. Right? Right. Now hold your breath, or whatever it is you fellows hold. This is the tricky bit. DOCTOR: Hang on, Doctor, you're nearly there. What did you say? I said, hang on Doctor, you're nearly there. DOCTOR: Well, I did it. K9: Imperative we reach President's office immediately. Helmet! DOCTOR: There you are. I did it. LEADER: You have turned off the forcefield? DOCTOR: It's impossible to destroy the forcefield without atomising the entire planet, but I have made a sizeable hole in it above the Citadel. LEADER: You have done well. KELNER: A hole in the forcefield? Then we're without protection! VARDAN: You have our protection now. Are you not satisfied? KELNER: Oh, yes, yes, yes, of course. LEADER: This hole is permanent? DOCTOR: Well, I'd need to do a little more work on it to achieve that. LEADER: We are safe now. KELNER: They're just human. DOCTOR: Mmm. Disappointing, aren't they. Nice to see you again. LEADER: Continue with your work. Assist him. DOCTOR: No, I can manage very nicely, thank you. LEADER: Accompany him! DOCTOR: Would you like to assist me in my work? It's, er, it's this way. LEELA: Nesbin, you must take your warriors, enter the Citadel from that side. attck the Chancellor's guards, create a diversion. I shall enter from the other side with Rodan and Jasko. NESBIN: That sounds good. Take care now. LEELA: You too. NESBIN: Come on, then! K9: We must wait for the Doctor. ANDRED: How long will that be? K9: Closing down to conserve resources. LEELA: Something's wrong. RODAN: What? LEELA: Where are your defences? RODAN: The transduction barrier's down. LEELA: But where are your guards? RODAN: Missing. LEELA: Exactly. DOCTOR: Shush! I've had an idea. Two seconds. DOCTOR: Ah, there you are. I'm so glad you could make it. Base lead. ANDRED: Insulation. LEADER: The Doctor! He has betrayed us! KELNER: What do you mean, master? LEADER: He has defected. kll him! LEADER: You are now in charge of this rabble. I must have discipline! KELNER: I shall issue instructions and take control immediately. JASKO: Hey, suppose he's not in there? LEELA: Where else could he be? RODAN: The President's office, I suppose. LEELA: Lead us there. KELNER: Expedite immediately. I repeat that under the circumstances I assume complete authority. The President is to be sht on sight. DOCTOR: Take that. DOCTOR: And that. DOCTOR: And that. Come on, boy. DOCTOR: Shush, don't be frightened. Hand me the Sash. Trust me. DOCTOR: There we are. DOCTOR: Ready, K9? K9: Affirmative. DOCTOR: Now don't get any ideas. VARDAN: Break the door down. NESBIN: Well met, Leela. LEELA: What was that? RODAN: Someone vanishing. LEELA: Where's the President's office? Here? RODAN: Yes. NESBIN. Here. LEELA: Break it down. DOCTOR: Open the door, Andred. ANDRED: No, keep still. DOCTOR: (quietly) Ready, K9? LEADER: Alert! Alert! I detect an illegitimate frequency tracer! Alert! Full alert! K9: Contact. Coordinates of Vardan source planet vector three zero five two, alpha seven, fourteen span. DOCTOR: Activate the modulation rejection pattern. K9: Activating now. KELNER: Sir, I can't break into the KELNER: What happened? K9: Negative. Confirm negative. No trace of alien waveform on Gallifrey. LEELA: What's the matter? DOCTOR: We've won again. I've sent the invde back to their own planet. Course, I'll need the Matrix to jury-rig a time loop, but that's not LEELA: But how have we won? We fought no one but a few guards. DOCTOR: Well, it can't always be like the relief of Mafeking, you know. LEELA: All right. DOCTOR: Don't shout at me. Don't shout. Have you ever thought of taking it up seriously? LEELA: Taking what up seriously? DOCTOR: Well, klling people. A little practice, you'd become quite proficient. LEELA: What does DOCTOR: Come on. LEELA: Excuse me, what, do you know what LEELA: What does proficient mean? KELNER: Oh, Doctor! President. DOCTOR: Castellan, is the Chancellor still in his office? KELNER: Yes, your Excellency. DOCTOR: Good. Castellan, as Castellan you are responsible for security on Gallifrey in general and for my safety in particular, are you not, Castellan? KELNER: That is so, Excellency. DOCTOR: Castellan, I don't think you're very good at it. That's just my opinion, I'm only the President. Still, every oligarchy gets the Castellan it deserves, eh, Castellan? KELNER: Er. DOCTOR: Yes, well, never mind. Just clear up the mess when you've got a moment. LEELA: Is it over? DOCTOR: Yes. DOCTOR: It's been a long, hard road, but at last the future of Gallifrey is assured. What, what are you looking at?	{"type": "series", "show": "Doctor Who", "episode": "15x24 - The Invasion of Time - part 4"}	foreverdreaming
THE INVASION OF TIME BY "DAVID AGNEW" GRAHAM WILLIAMS AND ANTHONY READ Part Five Original Air Date: 4 March 1978 Running time: 25:00 DOCTOR: Please don't fre that thing. STOR: There is no advantage in klling, yet. slvery is more efficient. LEELA: Do you know these things? DOCTOR: Sontaran troopers. STOR: I am Commander Stor, of the Sontaran Special Space Service. DOCTOR: The SSSS. Isn't that carrying alliteration a little far? LEELA: You're not like the Vardans. STOR: Vardans? They were expendable. They had served their purpose to open up the forcefield and let us in. Who is Doctor? STOR: (to Kelner) Are you Doctor? KELNER: No. DOCTOR: No, I'm just Lord President of the Supreme Council of Time Lords on Gallifrey. STOR: Your description fits that of one called Doctor. DOCTOR: Well, that's no my fault. I'm Lord President, and I'm called sir. STOR: Sir? DOCTOR: Yes, sir. STOR: I call no one sir except my battalion leader. DOCTOR: That must mean many thousand sirs. STOR: Thousands. The glorious Sontaran army reckons its numbers in hundreds of millions. Find Doctor. DOCTOR: I was only trying to help. DOCTOR (OOV.): I was only trying to help. BORUSA: There's nothing more useless than a lock with a voice imprint.) BORUSA: I think I believe you, Doctor. In fact, excellent, Excellency. DOCTOR (OOV.): Knowledge is the ultimate goal, is it not, Commander Stor? STOR: A means to an end only. The ultimate goal is victory. DOCTOR: Victory over whom? STOR: Victory over all. DOCTOR: Victory over time? STOR: What? DOCTOR (OOV.): I said, victory over time? STOR (OOV.): Enough of this idle talk. DOCTOR: Stop! LEELA: What was that? DOCTOR: Celebration chimes. LEELA: What? DOCTOR: Yes, it should have been played at my induction, only fifty times lower. Someone's trying to help us. LEELA: I am. DOCTOR: We'd better split up. Leela and Andred come with me. The rest of you scatter. Come on. LEELA: Oh, and Jasko, Rodan, Ablif. NESBIN: We'll go this way. KELNER: I'm sorry, my lord. It was none of my doing. STOR: To all units. I repeat, to all units. The President is to be apprehended. kll those with him, but take the President alive. KELNER: No. DOCTOR: A Sontaran. LEELA: What are these Sontarans? DOCTOR: A race devoted to perpetual wr. LEELA: Then I shall kll him. DOCTOR: You don't know how. LEELA: Do you know? DOCTOR: Oh, yes. LEELA: Well, tell me. DOCTOR: Small vent at the back of the neck. LEELA: Is that all? LEELA: Over here! DOCTOR: Oh, that was a prodigious throw! LEELA: Prodigious? DOCTOR: Well, it was an amazing throw. LEELA: Oh, it was nothing. DOCTOR: Well, yes, I know it's just an old hunting trick. LEELA: That's right. DOCTOR: Come on. STOR: Unit group three seven, report. Report! KELNER: They must be on STOR: Where is level three? KELNER: On the STOR: Where is level three? KELNER: On the way to level five. The President's office. That's where they're heading. STOR: Unit groups three, five and seven, proceed immediately to level five. Expect the President and his bodyguard. Take him alive. KELNER: My lord STOR: Do not KELNER: The President is STOR: Silence! LEELA: Why the office? DOCTOR: I've got an urgent appointment. STOR: Time Lord, come with me. DOCTOR: Ah. This is a dangerous bit. Five, four, three, two, one, go. DOCTOR: Two, three, four, five, six? BORUSA: I thought you'd never get here. DOCTOR: We were delayed. BORUSA: Not too long, I hope. STOR: This one, Time Lord? KELNER: Yes, Excellency. STOR: Break it down. DOCTOR: That's not going to hold forever, Chancellor. BORUSA: A heavy, easily fusible, soft malleable base metal such as lead is not the best defence against heat-intensive wapon. DOCTOR: I agree. BORUSA: Fortunately, someone had the good sense to reinforce the structure with a titanium based alloy. DOCTOR: Your recipe? BORUSA: A suggestion of mine, yes. A holding device only, I fear. DOCTOR: Thanks for the thought. Thanks for the thought, Chancellor. BORUSA: Is not one of my duties to protect the President? DOCTOR: Well, dereliction of duty's pretty rife around here, Chancellor. Hadn't you noticed? BORUSA: Oh, this is not for you. Your companions, however. DOCTOR: I'll vouch for them. BORUSA: Of your own free will? DOCTOR: Oh, yes. BORUSA: At your command, Excellency. LEELA: Shall I kll him now? DOCTOR: What? No. No, he's my friend. LEELA: He's no friend to thrat you like that. DOCTOR: He is a friend. You're my friend, aren't you, Borusa? You're the most important friend I've got. STOR: This is useless. Not even marked. Return with the troopers, but make sure they are fully armed. Otherwise, I will negate you. Now go. DOCTOR: Bringing up the heavy atillery, I imagine. BORUSA: The next logical step, I agree. DOCTOR: Evacuation? BORUSA: Would appear logical. DOCTOR: I suggest my TARDIS. BORUSA: I agree. DOCTOR: I think the exit through your office would be most expedient. BORUSA: There's no need for formality, Excellency. DOCTOR: I know. There's something in there I want rather badly. Let's go. Come on. STOR: What was that? KELNER: I don't know, sir. STOR: What trick is this? KELNER: I have no idea. Believe me, Excellency. DOCTOR: Ah, Chancellor. You and I have things to discuss. Urgent things. Leela. LEELA: Yes? DOCTOR: Take the others back to the TARDIS. LEELA: Oh no, I'm not leaving you again. DOCTOR: Please. LEELA: No. Every time I do, you get into trouble. DOCTOR: That's right. Trust me, please. LEELA: All right. Come on. I said, come on. DOCTOR: Well, Chancellor? Are you going to help me or kll me, hmm? STOR: Why did you not tell us this before? KELNER: He called himself Doctor for many lifespans before he became President, but I have never trusted him. When your good friends the Vardans STOR: You have met the Vardans? KELNER: Alas, all too briefly. STOR: They had their uses. You also may be of use to us, Time Lord. DOCTOR: Where is it? BORUSA: I haven't the faintest idea what you're talking about. DOCTOR: Where is it? BORUSA: You ask for the impossible. DOCTOR: I ask for the Great Key. BORUSA: You already have it. DOCTOR: I have Rod of Rassilon and I have the Sash. I do not have the Great Key. BORUSA: That is a myth, a legend. DOCTOR: Chancellor, would you have me break my oath as President? My oath to seek the Great Key? BORUSA: That has been incumbent upon every president since time immemorial. None has ever found it. LEELA: Run! Run! LEELA: Come on, run. ABLIF: Leave me, Leela. Save yourself. They need you. Go! DOCTOR: People are dying out there. Men, women, Time Lords even have died in that battle. BORUSA: I know that. DOCTOR: Isn't that important to you? BORUSA: Should it be? DOCTOR: It leaves you unconcerned. That's the difference between you and me, Chancellor. I'm very concerned. BORUSA: Then you should remember your training in detachment. DOCTOR: I'd rather care. Don't you care about your world being invde by alien warmongers? These are Sontaran shock troops. A few still, but soon there'll be thousands, millions, thrat time itself. BORUSA: They cannot thrat time! Not while I DOCTOR: Yes, Chancellor. Not while you have the Great Key. DOCTOR: If you wanted to hide a tree, where would you hide it? In a forest. I read your essay on reason. DOCTOR: Which one is it? LEELA: Hurry. Hurry! DOCTOR: I'll take them all, if necessary. BORUSA: Take them. DOCTOR: No. Rassilon was a wily old bird. No president without the Great Key can have absolute power, correct? So to protect the Time Lords from dictatorship, he gave the Key into the hands of a Chancellor. BORUSA: None of this is in the Matrix. DOCTOR: I know. I've been there. You haven't. There's no record in the Matrix of any president knowing the whereabouts of the Great Key. So who does? Not the Castellan, he's just a jumped up guard. But who guards the guards? BORUSA: The Chancellor. DOCTOR: Yes. And I'll kll you before I let that Key fall into the hands of the Sontarans. BORUSA: That will not be necessary. BORUSA: You are the first president since Rassilon to hold the Great Key. KELNER: But I can't, Excellency! KELNER: It's impossible! No one could connect to the Matrix without the circlet. STOR: Then bypass the Matrix! KELNER: It is impossible! STOR: For the strong, everything is possible. KELNER: I've tried every STOR: You must widen the gap in the forcefield to allow my battle fleet to enter. KELNER: But only the President STOR: I must have reinforcements! I must seek out the Doctor. He will lead me to the Great Key. KELNER: The Great Key? But that's impossible STOR: That was your last chance. KELNER: Of, of course, I, I know that all things are possible. STOR: Well? KELNER: There could just be a way. DOCTOR: Ah, there you are. Got your new orders yet? Get in touch with Commander Stor. He'll put you in the picture. STOR: Of course there are no new orders. Stop him! SONTARAN: Halt! Halt! DOCTOR: The Great Key, you see. Good for years yet. BORUSA: The Great Key is quite useless against elementary particle asault. DOCTOR: Is it? What? I don't understand. BORUSA: The Chancellor's personal force-shield. (his medallion of office) Unfortunately, the batteries seem uncomfortably low. DOCTOR: They do? BORUSA: So what would you suggest we do? DOCTOR: Run? BORUSA: Run. DOCTOR: Let's do that. BORUSA: So undignified. I haven't run like this for centuries. DOCTOR: You're out of condition, Borusa, that's your problem. Do you think you can make it over there? BORUSA: Naturally. DOCTOR: I didn't mean you, I meant the batteries. BORUSA: Oh. With luck. DOCTOR: Good. DOCTOR: Maybe I am getting too young for this sort of thing. Come on. BORUSA: If you could just open the door. STOR: Well? KELNER: Well, it's difficult. There's so much disorder. STOR: I must have reinforcements. KELNER: There is a way of patching control through. DOCTOR: What do you do? RODAN: I'm a technician. DOCTOR: Good. You stand there. Andred, control booth seven, on the right. K9, go with him. Off you go. DOCTOR: Leela. LEELA: Yes? DOCTOR: Show Borusa to the VIP suite. LEELA: VIP suite? DOCTOR: The Chancellor's suite. It's down there on the left, up three stages, one down stage, turn left, turn left, turn left, turn left again. The room's marked no entry. Off you go. LEELA: No entry. DOCTOR: Leela? LEELA: Yes? DOCTOR: Take that for me. BORUSA: (quietly) You can't give the Great Key to an alien. DOCTOR: I just have. BORUSA: You trust her? DOCTOR: I do. Leela, that's important. LEELA: Then I shall look after it. DOCTOR: Good. Off you go. LEELA: Come. DOCTOR: What's your name? RODAN: Rodan. DOCTOR: Rodan. R O D A N. How do you do, Rodan? RODAN: As well as I can, Excellency. DOCTOR: Well, who could hope for more. What branch did you study? RODAN: Quasitronics. DOCTOR: Quasitronics. I don't know much about quasitronics. RODAN: Well, it's a simple field study exercise DOCTOR: Yes, I'm sure it is a simple field study exercise. You wouldn't have a glimmer of astrophysics, would you? RODAN: A glimmer. DOCTOR: Good. Could you forget everything you ever learned? RODAN: What? DOCTOR: I mean, could you switch my primary and secondary sab circuitry into your secondary defence barrier? RODAN: Link your control to the main defence mechanism? DOCTOR: Well, to close the hole I made in it, yes. Seal it up and stop any more Sontaran ships coming in. RODAN: Have you got a screwdriver? STOR: How much longer? KELNER: I can't get, oh. STOR: My battalion commander insists on immediate entry. Unless I obey, I shall die. Before I die, you will die, Time Lord. DOCTOR: You all right? RODAN: Of course I am. DOCTOR: Good. RODAN: Crimps. DOCTOR: Crimps. Crimps. Are you sure you know what you're doing? RODAN: I do. Five four two lever. DOCTOR: Five four two lever. Five four two lever. DOCTOR: Steady, old girl. This won't hurt a bit. KELNER: Useless. STOR: What is of no use? KELNER: The primary, secondary and tertiary control circuits are out of order. STOR: Then repair them. KELNER: It isn't a question of repair, Excellency. They have been bypassed. The only way of doing that is through a time capsule, and the only one in operation at the moment is the President's. STOR: Doctor. DOCTOR: They could rampage right through the whole universe. And not just this universe, all the universes. Nasty thought, isn't it? That's why I had to stop them. Just had to. RODAN: Vinkelgruber. DOCTOR: Vinkelgruber? Are you listening to what I was saying? RODAN: A Vinkelgruber. DOCTOR: Vinkelgruber. RODAN: No, now what were you saying? DOCTOR: I was saying that what they're after is the Rod of Rassilon, the Sash, and above all, the Great Key. These three together, linked into the Matrix, provide the sum total of Time Lord power. That's what they want. KELNER: There is an alternative, Excellency. STOR: What is it? KELNER: I believe I can bypass the safety circuits. RODAN: Hand. DOCTOR: Hand. RODAN: Load of junk. DOCTOR: What is? RODAN: This. DOCTOR: It's my TARDIS you're talking about. RODAN: There you are. Look, there's the arrow head, arrow wings, arrow shaft. Why, it's a perfect Sontaran formation. DOCTOR: Yes. Why an entire battle fleet? RODAN: Doesn't matter. The defence screens are up again. DOCTOR: Huh, you haven't seen what a Sontaran battle fleet. Are you sure? RODAN: Shush. As long as this TARDIS remains secure, you control the defence screens. DOCTOR: As long as the TARDIS remains secure. STOR: Better. Much better, Time Lord. RODAN: What is happening? DOCTOR: He's reversed the sab banks. RODAN: But that's impossible. Only a Time Lord could do that. DOCTOR: A criminal Time Lord could, too. DOCTOR: We're being thrown into a black star!	{"type": "series", "show": "Doctor Who", "episode": "15x25 - The Invasion of Time - part 5"}	foreverdreaming
THE INVASION OF TIME BY "DAVID AGNEW" GRAHAM WILLIAMS AND ANTHONY READ Part Six Original Air Date: 11 March 1978 Running time: 25:44 LEELA: Doctor! Doctor! DOCTOR: Get Rodan. LEELA: Rodan? DOCTOR: Get Rodan. STOR: What has happened? KELNER: He has sab, thrown the fail-safe switch in his time capsule. STOR: With what effect? KELNER: The capsule is fixed in its present state for eternity, until he throws off the fail-safe switch. STOR: So he is trapped? KELNER: Yes, Excellency. The Great Key. I could have done so much with the Great Key. STOR: No one may enter or leave this solid-state capsule? KELNER: I have entrance probes for all time capsules, sir. STOR: Bring the relevant probe with you. DOCTOR: Quick, lock the door. DOCTOR: Without that, no one can reset the systems. Where are the others? LEELA: In the bathroom. DOCTOR: The bathroom? LEELA: Yes, in the bathroom. DOCTOR: You got lost, didn't you. LEELA: Well, it's bigger than it looks, your TARDIS. DOCTOR: Ah no, the mighty huntress got her. Don't you think she got lost? LEELA: I didn't. How do you know? DOCTOR: I think you got lost. LEELA: Listen, Doctor, you gave me the wrong directions. DOCTOR: Come on. You got lost. LEELA: How could you possibly expect me to follow those directions? DOCTOR: You got lost! LEELA: Doctor! STOR: This machine is a load of obsolete rubbish. KELNER: This model was withdrawn centuries ago. STOR: Make the systems function again. KELNER: But, but I'm not an engineer, sir. I STOR: Make it work, or you'll die. Well? SONTARAN: He has fastened it with some kind of locking device from the other side, sir. STOR: He's trapped in here now, and this is the only way out. SONTARAN: I will open it, sir. Then we shall have them. STOR: He has the Great Key. I want him captured, intact but unharmed. After that, I will deal with him personally. DOCTOR: All right, let's walk. I've got a wonderful sense of direction. I've got a perfect sense of direction. RODAN: I thought you said you had a good LEELA: Shush. Where are we? DOCTOR: Storeroom twenty three A. LEELA: Where are we going? DOCTOR: The workshop. RODAN: Has he got a workshop on board? DOCTOR (OOV.): Of course I have. Come on! DOCTOR: What nobody understands is, the advantage of my antiquated TARDIS is that it's fully equipped and completely reliable. LEELA: Completely? DOCTOR: Yes. Yeah, well, almost completely. LEELA: Where are we now? DOCTOR: Service tunnel, Blue Section two five. Everything's going to be all right. You just follow me. DOCTOR: Odd. I could have sworn I've been here before. LEELA: We have. DOCTOR: Oh. Oh. I must be in level twenty three B. RODAN: Well, wherever we are, it could do with a lick of paint. LEELA: Lick of paint? RODAN: Yes, clean it up a bit. You know, redecoration. DOCTOR: Listen, I'm a Time Lord, not a painter and decorator. I'm preoccupied with (pause) LEELA: Sontarans? DOCTOR: Yes. Sontarans, Daleks. RODAN: Don't get excited. DOCTOR: What did you say? RODAN: I said, don't get excited. DOCTOR: I'm not getting excited. I'm not getting LEELA: (quietly) Doctor! DOCTOR: (quietly) What is it? LEELA: You are getting excited. DOCTOR: No, I'm not. DOCTOR: Would you get off my scarf, please. LEELA: Doctor, we've been here before. DOCTOR: Nonsense. RODAN: Déjà vu. LEELA: Déjà what? RODAN: Déjà vu. It's a common thing among time travellers. DOCTOR: There you are. LEELA: We have been here before. DOCTOR: Rodan, tell her she's wrong. RODAN: Doctor, she's absolutely right. DOCTOR: What? RODAN: We just travelled this route ten minutes ago. DOCTOR: Nonsense. I know this TARDIS like the back of my hand. DOCTOR: Come on. DOCTOR: That clock's slow. (Up in the console room, the Sontaran warrior brings in a rifle-sized wapon to use on the locked inner door. The Doctor, Rodan and Leela are sitting on white painted cast iron seats.) DOCTOR: Come on, we can't sit around here all day. LEELA: You said you wanted a rest. DOCTOR: I've just had one. Let's go and find K9. LEELA: K9! ANDRED: If I had a dog like you in my unit, I'd make him a sergeant. RODAN: Why you can't use a perfectly modern seven oh six model, I'll never understand. DOCTOR: No character. LEELA: Doctor. DOCTOR: Yes? LEELA: We have been here before. DOCTOR: Nonsense. Rear area now, storeroom fourteen D. Onward! KELNER: It's impossible, sir. STOR: Why? KELNER: Well, it's obvious. You see, the Doctor has removed the primary refraction tube from his fail-safe controls. With that circuit broken, well, no one can reactivate the TARDIS. STOR: So I cannot destroy the TARDIS and the Doctor cannot escape? Stalemate. DOCTOR: Hello. boy. How's it going? K9: Nothing is going anywhere, master. A state of perfect inertia. DOCTOR: I know we're not going anywhere. I don't like the idea of inertia being perfect. LEELA: Little K9. DOCTOR: Is it clear? ANDRED: At full capacity, Excellency, just as you ordered. LEELA: What is it? DOCTOR: Early warning. Something's broken in upstairs. STOR: We will do battle on your own ground, Doctor. K9: Master. DOCTOR: Leela, the key I gave you. LEELA: Of course. DOCTOR: Can I have it, please? Thank you. Rodan, look at me. You are now in a state of deep hypnosis. Can you hear me? RODAN: Yes. DOCTOR: Rodan, you will help K9. You will do whatever he tells you. When K9 asks you for this key, you will give it to him. You will not give the key to anyone else. You understand? RODAN: Yes. DOCTOR: Good. Watch the door. Come on. We're relying on you, K9. K9: Master. K9: One rod of type three iridium alloy, one metre in length. RODAN: Coming up. DOCTOR: Sorry the lift's out of order. Shush. LEELA: What did you say? DOCTOR: I said I'm sorry the lift's out of order. LEELA: Oh. Where are we going? DOCTOR: What? To the bathroom of course. LEELA: To the bathroom? STOR: Very clever, Doctor. KELNER: What is it, sir? STOR: The Doctor has set up a biological barrage. My instruments cannot trace human life forms. We must return to his control room and eliminate this barrier. KELNER: Wait, sir. There is another way. If I can trace the ancillary generator that powers this barrier STOR: Can you do this? KELNER: I believe I can, sir. STOR: Then you will be well rewarded. Lead on. DOCTOR: I've kept you waiting, Chancellor. I've kept you waiting, Chancellor. BORUSA: I'm quite comfortable, thank you. DOCTOR: Good. DOCTOR: I had nothing to do with this, I promise you. Chancellor, you know about the Rod of Rassilon. BORUSA: Yes. DOCTOR: And you know about the Sash of Rassilon. BORUSA: Yes. DOCTOR: And especially, you know about the Great Key. BORUSA: Yes. DOCTOR: Therefore, it would be very bad for us if you were to fall into the hands of the Sontarans. No breeding, you see. BORUSA: It's not just a question of breeding, surely? DOCTOR: Oh, but it is, it is, I assure you, Chancellor, it is. They're a cloned species, you see. They can multiply at the rate of a million every four minutes. Shall we go? BORUSA: I think so. DOCTOR: Good. STOR: Well? KELNER: Tangential formation has been quite altered. The Doctor has made many modifications over the centuries. We should be by now STOR: Which way? KELNER: Through here. KELNER: Here, I'm sure of it. DOCTOR: Pick a door, any door. Ready? Leave. DOCTOR: Come on. BORUSA: I wish you'd sab your pedestrian infrastructure, President. DOCTOR: What? Come on, pull yourself together, Borusa. Hello, sickbay. Quick, curtains. Lock the door, Andred. LEELA: Let's get out of here. ANDRED: You go on. I'll hold them off. LEELA: With what? We must catch the others. We'll go my way. Come on. DOCTOR: What is it? ANDRED: Sorry about this. I'm not going to be much good to you now. DOCTOR: Leela? LEELA: Yes? DOCTOR: Take these two back to the workshop. You know the way. LEELA: Well, as well as I did last time. DOCTOR: It's along there on the left. Second on the left, up two stages LEELA: Don't worry, Doctor. I'll find my own way. DOCTOR: Good. Bye, bye. LEELA: Oh, no. BORUSA: Where are we? LEELA: Déjà vu. Back where we started. STOR: This is useless! Where is the ancillary power unit? KELNER: I don't know. STOR: What? KELNER: Wait! Perhaps the Doctor is individual. STOR: That is a weakness. Only through unity is there strength. KELNER: He has hidden it, I think. STOR: Where? KELNER: I believe I begin to understand the Doctor. STOR: I doubt that. KELNER: It is a utilitarian unit. He would disguise it with beauty. DOCTOR: Come on, Doctor. You've got a perfect sense of direction. SONTARAN: I could not STOR: Explanations will wait. My orders are clear. You will follow this fool and destroy the power unit he will show you. STOR: I have other duties. LEELA: Doctor. DOCTOR: Yes. LEELA: Have you defeated them? DOCTOR: No. We've got to get to the workshop. BORUSA: Workshop? DOCTOR: Yes, the workshop. Come on. KELNER: How beautiful. SONTARAN: What is this place? KELNER: Ancillary power station. KELNER: Now, try your tracer. SONTARAN: The humanoids are three levels below. DOCTOR: Finished? RODAN: Yes, it's finished. DOCTOR: Where is it? DOCTOR: Give me the key. Wake up, Rodan. Give me the key. LEELA: What is it? BORUSA: No! DOCTOR: You know how helpless we are against the Sontarans. BORUSA: I forbid you to use it. You should never have constructed it. RODAN: But what is it? DOCTOR: It's the ultimate wapon. The Demat gn. RODAN: That's impossible! DOCTOR: You built in under hypnosis. But how to arm it, hmm? Is that why the Key remained hidden for so long? DOCTOR: I could rule the universe with this, Chancellor. BORUSA: Is that what you want? Destroy that gn. Destroy all knowledge of it. It'll throw us back to the darkest age! SONTARAN: No, Chancellor, forward. DOCTOR: No, wait, wait, Leela! Don't kll him! Kelner, where's Stor? kll him. KELNER: No! No! He's in the Panopticon. DOCTOR: The? Borusa, the Matrix. DOCTOR: Hold it, Stor. STOR: Doctor. This grenade will give me a lot of pleasure. DOCTOR: You'll destroy us all. STOR: Yes. It is a glory to die for a glorious Sontaran empire. DOCTOR: But you'll destroy this entire galaxy. STOR: Yes, and all of the Time Lords with it. DOCTOR: And your bttlefield. STOR: Yes, Doctor. But it is a small price to pay. If we cannot control the power of the Time Lords, then we shall destroy it. Goodbye, Doctor. ANDRED: Leela, listen. DOCTOR: Hello, Leela. LEELA: Oh, Doctor. DOCTOR: Put it away. Borusa, what are you doing here? BORUSA: Your Excellence. DOCTOR: Excellence? Excellence? DOCTOR: Is this some kind of a joke, Borusa? It's not like you to make jokes. BORUSA: Have you forgotten your induction? DOCTOR: My induction? BORUSA: The Vardans? DOCTOR: (quietly) Vardans. BORUSA: The Sontarans? DOCTOR: (quietly) Sontarans. BORUSA: Doctor, you saved Gallifrey. DOCTOR: I have? Oh. Well, what do you think of that, Leela? LEELA: I think you've gone mad. BORUSA: He remembers nothing of it. It is the wisdom of Rassilon. DOCTOR: Well, ta-ta, everybody. Come on, Leela. Come on. What's the matter? LEELA: I'm staying. DOCTOR: What? Staying? Here? Why? DOCTOR: Ah, I see. ANDRED: I hope that DOCTOR: Yes, I'm sure you do hope. She'll look after you. She's terribly good with a Knfe. Come on, K9. K9: Negative. I remain. DOCTOR: Here? K9: Affirmative. DOCTOR: Why? K9: To look after the mistress. LEELA: Doctor? DOCTOR: Yes? LEELA: I will miss you. DOCTOR: I'll miss you too, savage. BORUSA: Where will he go now, I wonder. LEELA: Somewhere else. LEELA: Will he be lonely, K9? K9: Insufficient data, mistress.	{"type": "series", "show": "Doctor Who", "episode": "15x26 - The Invasion of Time - part 6"}	foreverdreaming
Episode 1 Written by Robert Holmes First broadcast 2 September, 1978 5:45pm - 6:10pm 1: INT. TARDIS CONSOLE ROOM (The Doctor is stretched out across the floor, his scarf trailing all the way across the room. Before him is his newest companion - K-9 Mark II, the replica of his recently departed robot dog. He blows a dog whistle at the robot experimentally. K-9 lifts his head...) K-9: Master. (The Doctor laughs heartily, pulling himself up.) DOCTOR: It works, K-9, it works! Listen, I've got a little surprise for you. K-9: Master? DOCTOR: You and I are going away on holiday. K-9: Affirmative. DOCTOR: A nice, long holiday. K-9: Affirmative. DOCTOR: Would you like that, K-9? K-9: (nodding his head) Affirmative, affirmative, affirmative... (The Doctor pats K-9's head, gets up and walks around the console.) DOCTOR: Shh, shh, shh, shh. Holligan three's lovely, K-9. Nothing like it - creatures, palm trees, sunshine all day, hot and... (At that point, the lights on the TARDIS go out. Even the ones on the console. The normal hum of the ship fades to silence. Suddenly, the TARDIS doors open of their own accord, and brilliant white light shines into the room. Somewhere, a harpsichord is playing a formal, noble tune. The Doctor squints as he gazes into the light.) DOCTOR: Yes? VOICE: (booming, echoing, male) YOUR PRESENCE IS REQUIRED. DOCTOR: Loo...l-l-listen, I-I-I-I don't wish to appear rude, but...who are you? VOICE: DO YOU REALLY NEED TO ASK, DOCTOR? DOCTOR: Well...only a Guardian... (A crack of thunder echoes through the TARDIS.) DOCTOR: Oh, I see. (He bows his head reverently.) DOCTOR: Well, in that case, sir... GUARDIAN: YOU WILL COME TO NO HARM. DOCTOR: Just as you say... (He takes a deep breath, and walks into the light...) 2: EXT. PLAIN (We look out at an arid desert, sometime in mid-day. Your average, ordinary rocky desert - except for the lounge chair and beach umbrella stuck rather stupidly on the wastes. As the Doctor notices the chair, a figure fades into existence on it - an elderly man with silver Van dke beard and hat, dressed in white from head to foot. A red rose is tucked on his lapel. He fades in, taking a long sip of green wine, which he places on the small table which faded in to his side.) GUARDIAN: Doctor, you have been chosen for a vitally important task. DOCTOR: That's very flattering, sir. GUARDIAN: It concerns the Key to Time. You know of the Key to Time? DOCTOR: Well, I've heard a few stories. Old legends, myths - that sort of thing. GUARDIAN: (sharply) It is no myth. DOCTOR: (without missing a bat) Sorry, sir. (As the Guardian speaks, an image begins to form before us - that of a shimmering crystalline cube, spinning on its corner.) GUARDIAN: The Key to Time is a perfect cube, which maintains the equilibrium of time itself. It consists of six segments, and these segments are scattered and hidden throughout the cosmos. When they are assembled into the cube, they create a power which is too dangerous for any being to possess. DOCTOR: (grins helpfully) Well hidden then, I hope sir. GUARDIAN: There are times, Doctor, when the forces within the universe upset the balance to such an extent that it becomes necessary to stop everything. DOCTOR: STOP EVERYTHING?!? (The Guardian takes another sip.) GUARDIAN: Uh, for a brief moment only. DOCTOR: Ah. GUARDIAN: Until the balance is restored. Such a moment is rapidly approaching. These segments must be traced and returned to me before it is too late, before the Universe is plunged into eternal chaos. DOCTOR: Eternal chaos? GUARDIAN: Eternal as you understand the term. DOCTOR: Look, I'm sure there must be plenty of other Time Lords who'd be delighted... GUARDIAN: I have chosen YOU. DOCTOR: Yes, I was afraid you'd say something like that. (brightens) Ah! You want me to volunteer, is that it? GUARDIAN: (smiles) Precisely. DOCTOR: And if I don't? GUARDIAN: Nothing. DOCTOR: Nothing? You mean nothing will happen to me? GUARDIAN: Nothing at all. EVER. (It takes the Doctor exactly a second to get the double meaning.) DOCTOR: Ah. (The Doctor thinks about it.) DOCTOR: What do they look like, these segments? How will I know them? GUARDIAN: They're all disguised. DOCTOR: (nods) Yes, I thought they might be. GUARDIAN: They contain the elemental force of the Universe. They can be in any shape, form or size. DOCTOR: Then how will I recognize them? GUARDIAN: You will be given a locator. DOCTOR: (relieved) Thank you. GUARDIAN: And an assistant. DOCTOR: An assis... Oh please, sir, on an assignment like this, I'd much rather work alone. In my experience, assistants mean trouble! I have to protect them and show them and teach them and couldn't I...couldn't I just manage with K-9? GUARDIAN: K-9 is a mere machine. DOCTOR: He is a VERY sensitive machine! Sorry sir. GUARDIAN: You will find your assistant waiting for you in the TARDIS. DOCTOR: Very well, SIR. If you insist. (The Doctor starts to go.) GUARDIAN: One final thing, Doctor... (The Doctor turns back around.) DOCTOR: YES?!? GUARDIAN: I am the White Guardian. In order to maintain the universal balance, there is also a Black Guardian - and he also requires the Key to Time. But for a different purpose...an evil purpose. He must not get it. At all costs, Doctor, you MUST prevent that. DOCTOR: (getting snide) HOW am I to prevent THAT? GUARDIAN: Beware the Black Guardian. DOCTOR: Beware the Black Guardian... GUARDIAN: Beware...beware. (With that, the White Guardian takes another sip of wine and disappears.) 3: INT. TARDIS CONSOLE ROOM (The Doctor stalks into the TARDIS and kneels by K-9 again. The power's back on now.) DOCTOR: I'm so sorry, K-9. The holiday's off. WOMAN'S VOICE: Doctor? (The Doctor winces.) DOCTOR: (whispering to K-9) That's the new assistant. (A tall, slender woman. Looks a LOT like "Star Trek's" Jadzia Dax. Brunette, hair done up in a beehive with tiara. Long flowing white robes, not unlike Princess Leia's. Silver sandals. A brief flash of mile-long leg. A clear-plastic wand of some sort in her hand. K-9 wags his ears at the newcomer.) WOMAN: My name is Romanadvoratnelundar. DOCTOR: I'm so sorry about that. Is there anything we can do? WOMAN: ROMANADV...er...aw heck, just call her Romana. The President of the Supreme Council sent me. (K-9 takes a "step" back. Romana kneels down and offers the Doctor the wand-thing.) ROMANA: I was told to give you this. (The Doctor takes it.) DOCTOR: What's this? ROMANA: According to my instructions, it's the core to the Key of Time. DOCTOR: Ah. ROMANA: (bright smile) It's very exciting, isn't it? DOCTOR: Yes, I suppose it must be...for someone as young and inexperienced as you are. ROMANA: (bristles) I may be "inexperienced", but I did graduate from the Academy with a triple first. (The Doctor almost busts out laughing.) DOCTOR: I suppose you think we should be impressed by that too? ROMANA: Well, it's better than scraping through with 51% on the second attempt. (The Doctor (almost literally) hits the ceiling. He paces around the room, twiddling the wand around his hands absent-mindedly.) DOCTOR: THAT INFORMATION'S CONFIDENTIAL!!! That President...I should've thrown him at Suntowers when I had the chance. ROMANA: (indicating the wand) Oh, do you want to know how that works? DOCTOR: I KNOW how it works!! (He's really getting sore. She's ht his every wrong button, and he has yet to find one of hers. And he clearly doesn't know what to do with the wand.) ROMANA: You have to plug it into your TARDIS controls. Just there. (The Doctor's jaw drops as he leans in close to the area of the console Romana pointed out.) DOCTOR: A hole...? What's a hole doing in my TARDIS?!? ROMANA: I put it there. DOCTOR: YOU?!? You put a hole in my... (to the TARDIS, soothingly) Never mind, old girl, never mind, I'll soon have it fixed. (He kisses the console.) ROMANA: (as if she's reciting it from a book) When plugged into the control console, the core indicates the space-time coordinates of each segment of the Key. DOCTOR: Well, that's clever. That's very clever. (He experimentally sticks the thin end of the wand into the hole. A perfect fit. A buzz comes from the console.) DOCTOR: Ah! 4180. ROMANA: I'll look up those coordinates, shall I. DOCTOR: No, there's no need. ROMANA: Well, don't you want to know what planet it is? DOCTOR: I know - Selenis Minima. ROMANA: (blinks) Oh. (The Doctor finally hits a button.) DOCTOR: (grins) Just a matter of experience. ROMANA: Yes...of course... DOCTOR: What else does it do? ROMANA: Well, it locates the segment at close range once we've landed on the appropriate planet. DOCTOR: Uh-huh. Well, that could be very useful. ROMANA: And then when it's brought into contact with a disguised segment, it converts it back into its proper form. What would you like me to do? DOCTOR: Well... (He walks over and leans in close to this over-eager young woman.) DOCTOR: I'd like you to stay out of my way as much as possible. And try and keep out of trouble. (on her look) I don't suppose you can make tea? ROMANA: Tea?? DOCTOR: No no, I don't suppose you can. They don't teach you ANYthing useful at the Academy, do they. (He turns back to the console, muttering to himself.) DOCTOR: Gadgets are a gimmick. Never touch, never trust gimmicky gadgets... ROMANA: That's hardly a gimmick, Doctor. (He works at the console, and points at a screen.) DOCTOR: Uh-uh... ROMANA: What? DOCTOR: Look. (He waits for Romana to join him.) DOCTOR: The coordinates have changed. They're different already. 4: EXT. CASTLE - NIGHT (We're at the top of a castle tower somewhere, during a winter evening. It's snowing. A young man in furs pulls himself over the wall of the tower, having clearly taken the hard way up.) VOICE: (from below) Unstoffe! Hey, Unstoffe, you blithering idiot, give a hand!! (Unstoffe turns and pulls another man - balding, chubby, in furs - up into the tower.) UNSTOFFE: Come on the edge. It's slippery. CLIMBER #2: It's not only slippery, it's punishing cold! Now come on, let's get crackin'. (The two climbers kneel down next to what looks like a round steel manhole. They begin unscrewing it.) CLIMBER #2: Now, go on, before we get caught up here. (They both pull the cover off the manhole. A distant chime booms from nearby.) UNSTOFFE: Curfew. CLIMBER #2: Yeah. The moment it stops, drop the meat. 5: INT. CASTLE (Inside the apparently palatial castle, one man in furs continues ringing the bell as another cuts out the electric torches with an eagle-head sceptre. We get a good look at a giant glass case in the middle of the room, filled with golden swords, golden sceptres, golden cross-topped orbs, and golden crowns - lots of golden crowns. All of the guards, after bowing to the guy in black furs with the sceptre and bowing to the case, leave. The man then bows to the case himself.) 6: EXT. CASTLE TOWER (A bloody side of beef is chucked down the manhole. Growling noises ensue from within.) UNSTOFFE: You sure that'll work? CLIMBER #2: Don't worry. The ladder...come on...get those grapples on there. (Unstoffe unpacks a chain ladder from their gear. He starts hooking one end of the ladder onto the manhole.) CLIMBER #2: The other one...drop it...that's the idea. (He hooks the other end and lets the ladder drop down the hole.) 7: INT. CASTLE (The man in black furs closes and bars the door to the glass case room. He clacks the sceptre once on the floor. Two men in furs beside him start pulling on a rope...) 8: INT. CASTLE - RELIC ROOM (...and, as if connected, a small wall panel lifts up. Large, green, scaly, bloodstained claws begin to yank at the panel, trying to force it all the way up.) 9: EXT. CASTLE UNSTOFFE: Why is it always me? Why do I always get these jobs? CLIMBER #2: You're young. I'm too old to go down there. UNSTOFFE: Well, I want a chance to be old too! CLIMBER #2: Unstoffe, at your age I would've climbed down there without the ladder. I'd have gone! I love danger! UNSTOFFE: Ah! Now you admit it - it IS dangerous! CLIMBER #2: Don't make me lose faith in you, my boy. Now it's time you went. (Unstoffe sighs, wraps something around his neck, and starts climbing down the ladder. Climber #2 settling himself against the wall.) CLIMBER #2: Have you got the Jethrik? UNSTOFFE: (straining) Of course! CLIMBER #2: Well, don't drop it wherever. Guard it with your life. UNSTOFFE: WHAT?!? CLIMBER #2: Well, I-I mean, just guard it. Remember its value. (Timidly, Unstoffe disappears into the manhole.) 10: INT. CASTLE - SECRET ROOM / TROPHY (The ladder stops in a dark hay-filled room. The relic room is clearly visible at the far wall, as is the giant green lizard next to it. Although its large yellow eyes are open, it thankfully seems to be snoring. Unstoffe continues on into the trophy room, unslinging the small cloth bag he had around his neck. He pulls out a small suction cup that he sticks to the glass case, and a small Knfe he uses to cut around the cup.) 11: INT. TARDIS CONSOLE ROOM (Romana has lost the tiara and put her wavy shoulder-length hair down. She's brushing it out as the Doctor sulks against the doors.) ROMANA: You're sulking. DOCTOR: I'm NOT sulking. ROMANA: That's ridiculous for someone as old as you are. DOCTOR: I'm NOT old. (Romana snorts in derision.) DOCTOR: WHAT?!? ROMANA: 759? DOCTOR: 756! That's not old. That's just mature. ROMANA: (amazed) You've lost count somewhere. DOCTOR: Well, I ought to know my own age! ROMANA: Yes, but after the first few centuries, I expect things get a little bit foggy, don't they? (The Doctor gets to his feet again, flinging down the end of his scarf and leaning against the console.) DOCTOR: Now listen. It's no good. This isn't going to work. ROMANA: Doctor, you're not giving me a chance. It's funny you know, but before I met you, I was even willing to be impressed. DOCTOR: Indeed. ROMANA: Oh yes. Of course, now I realize that your behaviour simply derives from a subtransitory experiential hypertoid induced condition, aggravated, I expect, by multi and cathological tensions. DOCTOR: What's that supposed to mean? ROMANA: Well, to put it very simply, Doctor, you're suffering from a massive compensation syndrome. DOCTOR: Is that the rubbish they pour into your head at the Academy? ROMANA: Do you know, I might even use your case in my thesis. DOCTOR: I'll show YOU whether I'm suffering from a "massive compensation syndrome"!! And you're not going back to Gallifrey. Not for a long time yet, I regret to say. (He stares at her hard for a moment, then...) DOCTOR: Read out those coordinates again. (Romana moves her brush from the console to have a look.) ROMANA: 4940. Vector's unchanged. DOCTOR: Same as before. Distance? ROMANA: 116 parsecs. (The Doctor checks the console.) DOCTOR: 116 parsecs...must be the planet of Ribos. If it changes again while we're in the vortex, we could lose it. On the other hand... ROMANA: Ooh, take a chance. DOCTOR: I'LL make the decisions here!!! ROMANA: (that wicked cat-like smile again) Well, what should we do? (The doctor thinks about it.) DOCTOR: We'll take a chance. 12: INT. RELIC ROOM (In place of the golden piece of royalty that sat there a moment ago, Unstoffe has placed a bluish lump of rock. He pulls out a small cylinder and starts to wave it around the open hole in the case when a beeping noise erupts from his wrist. He flips open the small armband the beeping's coming from.) UNSTOFFE: Yes, what is it Garron? 13: EXT. CASTLE (Garron (our second climber) speaks into his own armband. A strange noise can be heard from nearby.) GARRON: The Graff Vynda-K is arriving. I'm going to go and meet him. 14: INT. RELIC ROOM GARRON: (over comm) This is Blue 40 signing off, wilco. Garron out. UNSTOFFE: Roger. It's "Roger," you stupid old Blue 40! 15: EXT. CASTLE - OUTER FOYER (Just inside the castle's lower level, a pair of black, fur-wearing men - one young and moustachioed, the other middle-aged, scarred and stubble-faced, and flanked by black-armoured men - face Garron, who offers a scroll to them. Garron, rather than the rough accent he was speaking with Unstoffe, now speaks in a long-winded, haughty tone.) GARRON: Allow me to present my credentials... BLACK-FURRED MAN (the young one): Can we get out of this wind first? It's cutting through me like a laser. GARRON: And the court is prepared for your Highness, but, um...your escort... BLACK-FURRED MAN: What about them? GARRON: (indicating the guards) Well, my letter did stress the necessity for discretion. I mean, soldiers stomping about, you know... 2'ND BLACK-FURRED MAN: The Graff never travels without his personal guard. GARRON: Please. These are primitive people, easily panicked. If any of you frighten them, they could turn very nasty. We don't want any unpleasantness at this stage, do we? GRAFF: (rubbing his arms for warmth) Oh, let's get inside. Send the guard back, Sholakh. SHOLAKH (the 2'nd black furred guy): Highness. (to the guards) Royal guard, return to your ship. Dismissed!! (The guards turn and leave.) GARRON: (gestures) Ah, this way, Highness. (The Graff and Sholakh follows the guy into the castle. The foyer is now empty. And a good thing too, because a second later, the TARDIS wheezes and groans into existence where they were standing. The Doctor and Romana step out. Romana is definitely not dressed for this weather, but thankfully the Doctor has a white fur coat tucked under his arm.) DOCTOR: (takes a deep breath) Ha ha! Fresh! ROMANA: (rubbing her arms furiously) It's bitter. DOCTOR: Can't stand the cold, stay out of the freezer. Which way? ROMANA: What? DOCTOR: Well, you've got the core. ROMANA: Oh, yes! (She checks the wand in her hand. It begins clicking like a Geiger counter as she points it at the castle building.) ROMANA: Through there. It's a strong signal. DOCTOR: Good. Now pay attention - I'm not anticipating any trouble, but it's worth it to be prepared for these things. Ground rules - Rule #1: Do exactly as I say. Rule #2: Stick close to me. And Rule #3: Let me do all the talking. Is that perfectly clear? ROMANA: You couldn't make it clearer. DOCTOR: Good. (The Doctor starts to go, then remembers...) DOCTOR: One more thing. Your name... ROMANA: What about my name? DOCTOR: It's too long. By the time I've called "Look out..." What's your name? ROMANA: Romanadvoratnelundar. DOCTOR: By the time I've called THAT out, you could be dad. I'll call you "Romana". ROMANA: I don't like "Romana"! DOCTOR: (seething) It's either "Romana" or "Fred"!! ROMANA: (grins) All right. Call me "Fred". DOCTOR: Good. Come on, Romana. (suddenly remembers) Here, try it on for size. (He dumps the white fur coat in Romana's hands. She slips it over her shoulders.) ROMANA: Oh. (The Doctor walks out of view.) DOCTOR: The secret of survival is always to expect the unexpected... (WHIIRRR -- CLANGG!!!!) DOCTOR: OH!! (Romana glances over at the Doctor. We find him dangling helplessly inside a hanging net, looking pretty stupid.) ROMANA: Ah. I think this is to stop animals wandering into the city at night. There's a cocking lever there, just beneath the keystone. DOCTOR: Yes...I wondered if you'd notice that. That's good. That's very good, very good. 16: INT. CASTLE - SUITE (Your typical medieval deluxe lodgings. Plenty of furs and pillows around, candles and torches, a small table. The Graff and Sholakh pull off their fur coats as Garron watches and continues talking in his stuffy, long-winded way.) GARRON: Ribos orbits its sun elliptically, so its climate is one of extremes. For the natives, the seasons are called "Ice Time" and "Sun Time." (With the coats removed, the Graff and Sholakh appear to be nobles of some sort - white, black and gold trim for the Graff with a golden breastplate, silver breastplate and chain-mail clothes for Sholakh. The two take a seat.) GRAFF: How long are the seasons? GARRON: Approximately 32 of your years, Highness. Unfortunately, of course, you're not seeing the planet at its best just now. (The GRAFF grabs a flagon of wine.) GRAFF: If I bought it, Garron, it would not be my intention to spend a lot of time here. GARRON: For someone in your exalted position, Highness, I should've thought it would've made an ideal second home. I get very few properties so central and so convenient. Only three light-centuries from the Magellanic Clouds. SHOLAKH: Is Shur the only city? GARRON: The principal city. There are several settlements to the north, though I've never seen them. Oh, incidentally, if anyone asks you where we're from, just say "The North." I've arranged a travel pass in case of any problems. GRAFF: Do they know anything about the world? GARRON: Nothing, Highness. SHOLAKH: They know that this planet is within the great Sarenic Empire, and that they are protected by the forces of the Alliance? GARRON: Beyond their comprehension. They are only primitive British peasants, you see. GRAFF: The property becomes more unattractive every minute. GARRON: There's a great demand for planets that are completely unspoiled and so central. There are very few of them coming on the market today. GRAFF: A predictable reply, Garron. You're interested in making a sale? GARRON: And you are interested in buying, Highness, or you'd not be here. So we're really discussing how much you're willing to pay. Am I right? GRAFF: A great deal less than the 10 million opecs you're asking. GARRON: The Magellanic Mining Conglomerate set that valuation. GRAFF: But you are empowered to accept an offer? (Garron places a small box filled with papers by the Graff.) GARRON: I leave the documents of title and mortgage for you to read. And tomorrow, if you're still interested, it will be my pleasure to show you over the city. Until then, may you rest in peace. (And with that, he leaves. Graff takes a paper.) GRAFF: I think he'll take 6 million. (Sholakh takes a paper himself and crosses over to the Graff.) SHOLAKH: Highness...this is interesting. GRAFF: What is it? SHOLAKH: The Conglomerate's mineralogical survey. (The Graff takes the paper and looks it over. He compares it with his paper.) GRAFF: Almost 50 years ago. That soon after they acquired title...bismuth, cadmium, ire... (He leaps out of his chair.) GRAFF: JETHRIK?!?! SHOLAKH: What is it, Highness? GRAFF: .0001% of mass?!? That's not possible, Sholakh!! That must be a mistake!! (Sholakh looks over the paper.) SHOLAKH: Highness...? GRAFF: Jethrik, the rarest and most valuable mineral in the galaxy!!! SHOLAKH: As you say. A mistake? If it were true, the Conglomerate would not be selling. (The Graff looks over his first paper.) GRAFF: Ahhhh, but wait. There's a condition. "While relinquishing free hold and sojournity over the planet Ribos in the constellation of Skyther, Magellanic Mining," etc., etc..."retains to itself its subsidiaries and appointed agents the exploitation of the mineral wealth of the said planet in perpetuity." They KNOW about it, Sholakh! SHOLAKH: Does this affect your Highness's plans? GRAFF: Sholakh, jethrik could guarantee success, and quicker than ever seemed possible! 17: INT. CASTLE - CORRIDOR (Garron's listening to the whole thing on his armband communicator.) GRAFF: (on comm) This planet contains a fortune, don't you see?!? And all we have to do is dig it out! GARRON: Good thinking, Graff. (The sound of heavy footsteps makes Garron slam shut his communicator. He swaggers, regaining his "old voice" as the Doctor and Romana walk by.) GARRON: 4 o'clock and all's well! (Garron walks away. The Doctor does a double-take.) DOCTOR: Extraordinary. ROMANA: What is? DOCTOR: What you heard. ROMANA: "4 of the clock and all's well?" Obviously just a ritual greeting and reassurance. DOCTOR: But he said it in a Somerset accent. Somerset's one of the Earth countries. ROMANA: Oh, but there's no space service to Ribos, Doctor. According to Bartholomew's Planetary Gazetteer, it has a protected Class 3 society. So there can't be any Earth aliens on Ribos. DOCTOR: Maybe he's a cricket scout. Yeah, they could do with a good leg spinner. ROMANA: What's that supposed to mean? DOCTOR: What? Oh nothing, nothing. Remember Rule #1. Come on. (A bit baffled to say the least, Romana follows him down the corridor.) 18: INT. CASTLE - SUITE SHOLAKH: Highness, we must not lose sight of our plan. GRAFF: Do you think I ever shall? Do you think I can rest for one moment until I've won back the Levithian crown which is mine by right? Everything - EVERYTHING - must be subordinate to that purpose! SHOLAKH: Forgive me, Highness. I know that nothing will ever weaken your resolve. GRAFF: Correct, Sholakh. But it would seem that Providence has placed in my hand the wapon already forged. SHOLAKH: I don't understand. GRAFF: Sholakh, this planet is ideally placed for use as a forward base. But to give it to technology, to train primitives in a thousand skills, to raise a battle fleet with which to conquer our homeland - would be the work of a lifetime. SHOLAKH: There is no better way to spend a lifetime. GRAFF: But if we can find this jethrik...if we mine it and sell it...we could HIRE an army and 100 battle cruisers! SHOLAKH: You mean from outside the Alliance? GRAFF: Well, of course! Pontinese ships, mercenaries from Schlangy - why, it might not even be necessary to sell the jethrik. We could trade with them directly. SHOLAKH: Oh...dangerous if it came to the ears of the Alliance. GRAFF: The time saved would be worth the risk. 19: INT. CASTLE - CORRIDOR (The Doctor and Romana are now just outside the trophy room. The wand is clicking louder and louder.) ROMANA: (indicating the door) It's something through there. (They stroll past the snoring guard. The Doctor unbars the door, but there's still a lock.) DOCTOR: Did they teach you anything about locks at the Academy? ROMANA: No, of course not. (The Doctor pulls out his trusty sonic screwdriver.) DOCTOR: Sonic screwdriver. You'll like this. Keep an eye on the sentry. ROMANA: Why? DOCTOR: Sleeping on duty's a serious offence. If anyone comes, you can wake him up. ROMANA: You do know that sarcasm's an adjusted stress reaction? (The sonic screwdriver whirrs, unlocking the door. The door swings open.) ROMANA: Very impressive. DOCTOR: (shrugs) It was nothing. 20: INT. RELIC ROOM (The first thing the two see is the various displays around the room.) DOCTOR: Ceremonial regalia. Sacred relics. ROMANA: Must be the state storeroom. DOCTOR Hmm. (Romana notices the glass case.) ROMANA: Magnificent jewellery. DOCTOR: (sarcastic) Oh, I bet. (serious) Let's just find the segment. It'll be daylight soon. (The wand begins clicking like crazy as Romana approaches the case.) ROMANA: It's something in here! DOCTOR: Good. Let's locate it, convert it, and get out of here before the locals wake up. 21: EXT. CASTLE TOWER - EARLY MORNING (A black-furred sentry walks from the castle interior out onto the balcony, holding a sack of meat. Chimes can be heard in the distance. As he leans down to open the manhole, Unstoffe appears from behind holding a small flagon.) UNSTOFFE: Top o' the morning to you, my friend. 22: INT. RELIC ROOM (Romana looks nervously at the outer door, then back to the case. The Doctor has wriggled under the case, trying to pry open the bottom with his sonic screwdriver.) ROMANA: Why's it taking so long? DOCTOR: Because they're multilevered interlocks. ROMANA: Well, get on with it then! DOCTOR: (as she leaves) "Get on with it? Get on..." (He rolls his eyes and gets on with it.) 23: EXT. CASTLE TOWER (The guard takes a long pull from the flagon Unstoffe gave him and returns it. Unstoffe shakes the flagon - nearly empty.) UNSTOFFE: So, you might as well finish it off. SHRIEVE: Any more of that stuff and I'll not be able the throw the Shrive...Shrivenzale in for its feed. (The guard kneels down and starts to open the manhole.) UNSTOFFE: Here, let me give you a hand. SHRIEVE: Thanks. (The manhole is opened. The guard looks down at it nervously.) SHRIEVE: Is the...is the beast waiting there already? I...I...can't see...m-my eyes... (The poisoned guard slumps over. Unstoffe drags him to the door. Checks his pulse - d*ad. Satisfied, Unstoffe looks over at the manhole, and picks up a horn the guard dropped. He gives it a toot.) 24: INT. RELIC ROOM (Far below, Romana hears it. She closes the outer door.) DOCTOR: One more to go. (The horn toots again. Romana follows the sound to the half-open secret wall. She crawls inside the opening, right next to the sleeping lizard.) 25: INT. CORRIDOR (Guards gather outside the door. The one with the sceptre stands at ready.) SHRIEVE (with sceptre): Right. Lower away. (The other guards begin working at a pulley...) 26: INT. RELIC ROOM (...and the secret wall begins to shut! Romana gasps - the giant lizard is stirring, waking up.) ROMANA: DOCTOR!!! (The Doctor pulls himself out from under the case.) DOCTOR: Romana? ROMANA: Doctor, I'm over here!! (He runs over to the secret door. Romana had tried to wriggle under the door, but now it's got her pinned, crushing her. The Doctor gets under as well, trying to push it up.) ROMANA: QUICKLY!! DOCTOR, DO SOMETHING!!!! (The giant lizard comes fully awake, face covered in blood - not its own blood - and ROARS. The Doctor's eyes go wide...) Cue Doctor Who theme playing over energy whirlpool.	{"type": "series", "show": "Doctor Who", "episode": "16x01 - The Ribos Operation - part 1"}	foreverdreaming
Episode 2 Written by Robert Holmes First broadcast 9 September, 1978 6:20pm - 6:45pm 1: INT. RELIC ROOM ROMANA: DOCTOR, DO SOMETHING!!!! (The giant lizard comes fully awake, face covered in blood - not its own blood - and ROARS. The Doctor's eyes go wide.) 2: INT. CORRIDOR (At the pulley, one of the guards turns to the sceptre-holding captain.) SHRIEVE: Captain? CAPTAIN: What is it? SHRIEVE: There's some obstruction. CAPTAIN: Take it up, then! It could be the Shrivenzale! (The Captain joins them at the pulley as they pull.) 3: INT. RELIC ROOM (The secret door opens enough...) DOCTOR: Quickly, before we're eaten! (...for the Doctor and Romana to scramble back out.) 4: INT. CORRIDOR (The Captain (waiting at the door) hears the Shrivenzale stop growling.) CAPTAIN: There. It must have been the beast. SHRIEVE #2: I pray we didn't harm it. It's dangerous enough at the best of times. CAPTAIN: That's why it's THERE, you dolt. SHRIEVE #2: Shall I take it up a bit further, sir, just in case? 5: INT. RELIC ROOM (The creature would sure like that - it's clawing at the half-open door, trying to get under it. Romana is crushed to the Doctor's side, shivering in relief.) 6: INT. CORRIDOR CAPTAIN: No, that's high enough. Lower away again. (The guards do so.) 7: INT. RELIC ROOM (The secret door shuts, leaving the ugly Shrivenzale inside. Romana finally pulls herself away from the Doctor.) ROMANA: That thing - what is it? DOCTOR: (tugging at his shirt collar) A Shrivenzale. ROMANA: I never imagined - are there many creatures like that on other worlds? DOCTOR: (impish smirk, nod) Millions. MILLIONS! (The Doctor crosses back to the case.) DOCTOR: You shouldn't have volunteered if you're scared of a little thing like that. ROMANA: I'm not scared, I'm just... Listen! (The Doctor can hear it too - footsteps.) DOCTOR: Let's hide. Hide... (He suddenly notes with a sinking feeling the freed locks all over the floor.) DOCTOR: The locks! ROMANA: We could explain, surely. DOCTOR: Oh, yes, we can explain! "Sorry old thing, we're just helping ourselves to your Crown Jewels!" (He scrambles to pick up the locks.) DOCTOR: They'd have our hands off before you could say "Rassilon's Rod." ROMANA: (whispering to herself) Rassilon's Rod? 8: INT. CORRIDOR SHRIEVE #2: Fully down, Captain. (The Captain crosses back to the door...hesitates...) SHRIEVE #2: Something wrong, sir? (The Captain listens at the door.) CAPTAIN: Strange... 9: INT. RELIC ROOM (The Doctor is still picking up locks.) DOCTOR: Of course, they might not chop our hands off - they might just feed us to the Shrivenzale. (Romana hears a noise at the door.) ROMANA: Someone's here! (They both take cover behind two sword-stands on either side of the door. Romana suddenly notices the wand - it's still on the floor! She gestures wildly to the Doctor. He rushes out of hiding, grabs it, and ducks back behind the stand. The door opens, and the Captain walks in flanked by the two guards. They kneel before the case, with the Captain holding out the sceptre.) CAPTAIN: We give thanks for the dawn of a new day. SHRIEVES: We give thanks. CAPTAIN: And the retreat of the night and the powers of darkness. SHRIEVES: We give thanks. (The Captain again prostrates himself before the case. He then stands and presents the sceptre to the guards.) CAPTAIN: Light the torch. (The first guard takes the sceptre and starts moving across the room, lighting up the electric torches with one touch of the sceptre. The Captain moves to the secret wall, looking it over carefully. Satisfied that all is in order, he returns to the first guard and accepts the sceptre from him. Garron walks in and bows before the case.) GARRON: (in his haughty voice) I give thanks for a safe journey. CAPTAIN: (blinks) You? Where are you from? GARRON: I am from the North, sir. Just arrived. CAPTAIN: The North, eh? Your pass. GARRON: Oh yes, yes, of course sir. (He pulls out the asked-for pass.) GARRON: This is for myself and my colleagues. (The Captain looks the small brown scroll over.) CAPTAIN: Purpose of your journey? GARRON: Trade, Captain. I am a merchant. (The Captain returns the scroll.) CAPTAIN: Rather you than me, sir. It's no pleasure crossing the tundra in the Ice Time. GARRON: I have a small favour to beg. CAPTAIN: Speak. GARRON: I am only in a modest way of business myself, but I have a colleague who is carrying a very substantial sum...in excess of a million gold opecs. CAPTAIN: A million? GARRON: More than a million. CAPTAIN: That could mean trouble. GARRON: My words exactly. I mean, it's putting temptation in the way of dishonest citizens. There's so much law... CAPTAIN: If word of that were to get out... GARRON: We could be mrder in our beds. Now, what I was thinking was, if you could persuade him to deposit the money in a safe place, such as here. CAPTAIN: Nowhere safer, that's for sure. (The Doctor's listening to this entire conversation from his hiding spot, and smirking at that last phrase.) GARRON: That's what I told him, sir. I mean, here it could be guarded by your men all day, your guards at arms, and by the beast at night along with the jewels and relics. What better security, I ask you. I mean, no one would DARE to try to steal in here, would they? CAPTAIN: As you say...no one WOULD dare. They know the penalties. GARRON: Well, what do you say Captain? Hmm? To avoid trouble? (The Captain thinks about it.) CAPTAIN: It's extremely irregular. This relic room is a holy place. GARRON: Well, naturally we would make a small contribution to the fund. Say...one hundred gold opecs? CAPTAIN: One hundred opecs? GARRON: Or even a thousand. I'd leave it to you of course to handle the, eh...paying in. CAPTAIN: And, uh...for how long would this money stay here? GARRON: Oh, only for a night or two. Maybe even as little as one night. (The Captain thinks about it some more.) CAPTAIN: Bring the money later. GARRON: (delighted) I am deeply obliged, Captain. Deeply obliged. I'll go and tell my colleague. (He bows and leaves. A moment later, the Captain walks out too. The two guards move to the back and start chatting about some of the relics. The Doctor and Romana decide now is an excellent time to sneak out of hiding and out of the room. They move from behind the stands, tiptoe to the door...and surprisingly, escape without any trouble at all.) 10: INT. CASTLE - GRAFF'S SUITE (Sholakh helps the Graff pull on his fur coat. Garron walks in.) GARRON: I trust the Graff spent a comfortable night. Or as comfortable as these somewhat primitive conditions permit. GRAFF: I've slept in worse places. GARRON: Of course. Your Highness' frontier campaigns in the service of the Alliance are rightly famous. GRAFF: (outraged): ARE they indeed?! Well, the Alliance forgot them fast enough when I returned home to find my half-brother had claimed the Levithian throne!!! GARRON: (back pedals): Oh...I thought your Highness had appealed that matter to the High Court of the Selenic Empire. GRAFF: That appeal was rejected! After all I had done for the Alliance, not a word was said in my favour, not a single hand raised in my support!!SHOLAKH: Highness, it is not well to think of the past. There is still the future to make. GRAFF: Good advice Sholakh, as always. (The Graff sits.) GRAFF: So, Garron...we must talk of the future...in particular, this quite preposterous figure of ten million gold opecs. GARRON: I've already said that a close effort might be considered, Highness. Perhaps when I've shown you something of the planet... GRAFF: One moment. These conditions of sale - do you maintain that they're reasonable? 11: INT. CORRIDOR (The Doctor and Romana are sitting by an open window of the castle. You can almost hear the gears spinning in the Doctor's mind. Romana sure can.) ROMANA: Doctor, let's forget this stranger and just concentrate on getting the first segment out of the strong room! We're wasting time! DOCTOR: Suppose he's after the same thing as we are. ROMANA: The crowns?!? DOCTOR: Don't jump to conclusions about anyone or anything. They lead you astray. ROMANA: (sarcastic) Ah. I'll try and remember that. DOCTOR: Good. And don't be sarcastic, either. That, of course, can get you into trouble. ROMANA: Well? DOCTOR: If he's after the same thing as we are, maybe he's got a plan to get it out of the room. ROMANA: Oh, so all we'd have to do is wait for him to get it. DOCTOR: Hmm. ROMANA: And then what? DOCTOR: On the other hand, he could just be an agent of the Black Gua... (WHOOPS!!! He slams his hand down on his mouth.) ROMANA: The what? DOCTOR: N-nothing. You're not supposed to know about that. ROMANA: About WHAT?!? DOCTOR: About nothing!! All you need to know is that there might be some competition in our search. ROMANA: I do wish you'd stop treating me like a child, Doctor. I'm nearly 140, you know. DOCTOR: (without even looking at her) Really? You're in wonderful condition. ROMANA: (shyly) Oh, thank you. (double takes) Wh-what competition?? DOCTOR: On the other hand, he might be just an innocent crook...it's fascinating, isn't it, don't you think? ROMANA: Yes... (At least (her expression says), she would think it if she could figure out what the Doctor's talking about.) 12: INT. GRAFF'S SUITE GRAFF: Tell me, Garron, why IS Magellanic Mining selling this planet? GARRON: Highness, I'm only the agent. Some shortage of liquidity, perhaps? They merely require capital to finance some other object? (chuckles) Who can say? SHOLAKH: Yet they wish to retain the mineral rights in perpetuity. GARRON: Oh, that's a common condition in these cases. It can't possibly affect the Graff's enjoyment of the property. GRAFF: I think it could. GARRON: But Highness, a Grade 3 planet! The natives protect it! My clients can't possibly begin mining here - with all the importation of technology that would entail - until Ribos is accorded at least a Grade 2 status! SHOLAKH: When will that be? GARRON: As yet, they haven't even discovered the telescope. Many of the people believe that the planet is flat and if they walked far enough, they would fall off the edge. There's no chance of Ribos reaching Grade 2 for many thousands of years. GRAFF: (bitter) I see. GARRON: May you live a long life, Graff, but not THAT long. GRAFF: Sholakh... (He takes his fur-lined crown from Sholakh and his gloves.) 13: INT. RELIC ROOM (Garron, the Graff and Sholakh look at the glass case and its many trinkets - including that funny blue rock. Both royal and bodyguard notice that one.) GARRON: Look at the workmanship. And all done by hand of course, using the simplest implements. There's a certain honest peasant artistry about these pieces that speaks of the soil, don't you think? SHOLAKH: (whispering) Highness...? GRAFF: (whispering) I've seen it. GARRON: Now, over here... GRAFF: Wait! This blue stone - it's what we call jethrik, isn't it? GARRON: Oh, I've no idea. Pretty though, whatever it is, hmm? Perhaps the guard can tell us something about it. (He waves over to a nearby guard.) GARRON: I say, um, fellow...that blue stone there...do you know anything about it? (The guard comes into our view, and - whatya know! It's our pal and Garron's, Unstoffe.) UNSTOFFE: Oh, that sir? Uh, that I do, that I do. That be what we call scringe stone, sir. GARRON: Scringe stone? Oh, how interesting. UNSTOFFE: You hangs a bit o' that around your neck, and you won't never suffer from the scringes no matter 'ow cold it be. (Garron frowns - Unstoffe's a mediocre thief, but an absolutely lousy actor.) UNSTOFFE: You'll just stay as supple and as fresh as a little old babbit in the Sun Time, sir, and that be a proven fact. GARRON: (as Unstoffe turns to go) Oh really? Oh, there's just one more thing - it's fairly common around these parts, I suppose? UNSTOFFE: Common, sir? GARRON: (speaking slowly to the nitwit) Yes, there's a lot of it about, isn't there? UNSTOFFE: Oh no, sir. No no no, I wouldn't say that. (Garron's ready to slug this idiot.) UNSTOFFE: Well, there used to be, y'see, but well, then they lost the secret o' the mine, sir. And well, that was three Ice Times ago. GRAFF: What do you mean, "lost the secret"? UNSTOFFE: Lost the secret of where it be, sir. Well, what they reckon was, one Ice Time, there was a glacier, see, and it moved all the rocks about. Well, ever since then, they've been a-searching and a-searching for that ol' mine but...well, I don't reckon that they'll ever find it now, sir. (The Doctor's wandered into the room during Unstoffe's little tall tale.) SHOLAKH: Even if the entrance has disappeared, surely they know the area to search. UNSTOFFE: Well, the trouble is sir...all the old miners is dad now, and there ain't be nothin' writ down in writing, well, 'cuz there weren't no scholars in them days. All they do know, sir, is that it's up in the Granite Mountains. GARRON: Oh, pay no heed to him - one knows how these fellows exaggerate. (Well, he sure knows how to grab an audience. Both the Doctor and Romana are hiding behind the glass case listening to all this.) UNSTOFFE: Oh no sir, no no, I know what I'm talking about. Y'see...(sobs theatrically) my...my poor old dad spent his life searching for that scringe stone mine. They've written as how he found it in the end...just afore he died. GRAFF: Where? UNSTOFFE: Well, er...they found him out in the tundra, sir, frozen stiff, his poor ol' pickax beside him, and that there bit o' scringe stone in his pocket. (Tough old Sholakh's eyes are misting up at this.) UNSTOFFE: An' that be as true as I'm stood standing here, sir. (Garron silently steps on Unstoffe's foot. Unstoffe winces.) GARRON: Incredible! SHOLAKH: (whispering to the Graff as Unstoffe's back is turned) The man's making it up, sir. GRAFF: No one jests with me, Sholakh. You know that. SHOLAKH: No, sir. And the jethrik is real enough. GRAFF: (aloud to Unstoffe) You say your father found this piece of..."scringe stone"? UNSTOFFE: Yessir, in his poor old frozen pocket, wrapped up in, uh...(pulls out something)...in this here bit of parchment. (The Graff unfolds and reads the parchment.) SHOLAKH: (excited) Looks like a rough map! (Unstoffe snatches back the parchment.) UNSTOFFE: That's what I reckon, sir. Maybe the next Sun Time, I might go looking for that scringe stone mine myself. (He puts it back in his pocket.) UNSTOFFE: Well, if you gentlemen will excuse me, I'm, uh...just going off duty. (He salutes and walks out. The Doctor and Romana choose that moment to get alongside Garron.) GARRON: I shouldn't take a word of that seriously. I know these fellows - they do like to pitch a yarn. (The Doctor gets their attention for the first time...) DOCTOR: Oh, I don't know. My friend and I couldn't help overhearing - (points) that's my friend Romana - and I thought it had the ring of truth. (to Romana) Do you think it had the ring of truth? ROMANA: Oh yes! And he had such a honest, open face. GARRON: Do you live in Shur? DOCTOR: No, we come from the North. (Garron's a bit thrown by this, but quickly recovers.) GARRON: I see. My friends are visitors here, too. GRAFF: It's time we were moving on, Garron. GARRON: Oh, you're quite right, there's such a lot to see! (to the Doctor) Well, I do hope you'll enjoy your first day in Shur. ROMANA: Thank you. GARRON: Well gentlemen, I'm with you. (The three walk out, leaving the Doctor and Romana in the room. The Doctor takes a glance at the case, and notices the blue rock for the first time.) DOCTOR: Incredible. ROMANA: What is? DOCTOR: That is. That is the biggest lump of jethrik I've ever set eyes on. ROMANA: Jethrik? But I thought he said it was... DOCTOR: I wonder if ol' Taffy knows the real value of it. "Scringe stone" found in a dad man's pocket? A lost mine? A phoney ma... are people still falling for that old guff? I mean are they? ROMANA: You mean you didn't believe his story? DOCTOR: No. ROMANA: But he had such an honest face. DOCTOR: Romana!! You can't be a successful crook with a DIShonest face, can you? ROMANA: Oh. 14: EXT. CASTLE - GRAFF'S SUITE (The Graff sits.) GRAFF: Eight million opecs, Garron. That's my final word. GARRON: I'd have to put that to my clients. SHOLAKH: How long will that take? GARRON: I have a shuttle concealed near the city. As you appreciate, there can be no direct communication from here. I'd have to go to Stopras and contact my clients by hypercable. Say, three weeks to a month? GRAFF: Very well. GARRON: My clients will of course, I know, demand a deposit - say, two million opecs? GRAFF: A deposit?!? GARRON: Simply as a mark of good faith. GRAFF: Garon, I have made a firm offer!! I am a royal prince of the Great Selenic Empire. I do not go back on my word!! GARRON: Highness, believe me, if it was simply between us, a handshake would be sacred - a bond of honour. Unhappily, I know my clients will demand proof of a deposit. GRAFF: I don't carry such sums about with me. One million MAY be possible. GARRON: In your case, Highness, I'm sure one million will be acceptable. SHOLAKH: Uh, one moment. Do you propose to fly to Stopras with this deposit? GARRON: Oh ho ho, you are very prudent! You're thinking once this fellow gets his hands on the money, he might fail to come back. Might disappear into the blue, is that it? (Sholakh laughs.) SHOLAKH: Well, such things have been known. Though few men would be foolish enough to cross the Graff Vynda-K in such a matter. GARRON: No no no no. No one would ever dare. The money will be lodged here with the Captain of Shrievalty. It will be put in a place where nobody can touch it, guarded night and day. You need have no fear on that score. GRAFF: That sounds satisfactory. Sholakh, go to the ship and fetch the money. (Sholakh bows.) SHOLAKH: Highness.GARRON: I will come with you to the city wall. Highness. (They both leave. The Graff sighs, gets up, and walks over to the fre. He rubs his hands over the warmth and looks around at the fireplace. What's this? He reaches up into the flue, and pulls out something that shouldn't be in a medieval society - clearly an electronic surveillance bug. It hits him at once - Garron does indeed appear to be foolish enough to try crossing him. After a moment's thought, he sticks it back up in the flue. Maybe he can use this.) 15: INT. CORRIDOR (Romana sits down as the Doctor carefully watches the ground, putting the tip of one shoe in front of the other as he walks.) ROMANA: I do wish you'd explain what's happening, Doctor. DOCTOR: You've got all the facts, don't you? ROMANA: (watching his drunk-test style walk) Oh, that's very helpful. DOCTOR: Nonsense. Good man for exercise, and you can be glad it doesn't do anything extraneously, surely. ROMANA: I will not give way to feelings of psychofeudal hostility. (The Doctor spins around and gets in her face.) DOCTOR: Hmm? What? ROMANA: We have a negative empathy, Doctor. DOCTOR: Splendid. Let's go. 16: EXT. ICY FOREST / CASTLE GATE (Garron is finally doing what he wanted to do earlier - throttle poor ol' Unstoffe.) GARRON: (in his gutter voice) I think that I could strangle you, Unstoffe! UNSTOFFE: You are doing your part! Get your hands off!! (Garron finally unhands him.) GARRON: "Scringe stones," "lost mines." - I was sweating blood listening to that junk! UNSTOFFE: Well, I thought it was...original. GARRON: You thought WHAT?!? UNSTOFFE: Well, they loved that bit about my poor ol' dad finding the mine. GARRON: And that's another thing, you greedy little creep. If you're thinking of selling them that map, just forget it!! UNSTOFFE: A little extra never hurt! (Garron slams his hands together to make his point.) GARRON: Listen, this is a hit-and-run business - one bite and away. If you stick around and give the mark time to think, you're kaput. All you'll get is a big ball and chain around the ankle. UNSTOFFE: All right, Garron. I was just trying to display...initiative. (brightens) Hey...whatd'ya think o' the accent? GARRON: My past life flashed before my eyes, that's what I thought of it. This Graff's no softy - he's a big bad soldier - and if he rumbles that he's being conned, then you and I are gonna wind up very very... UNSTOFFE: d*ad? GARRON: That's the word I was searching for. So remember it, m'boy. UNSTOFFE: In this matter, I'm in complete agreement with you Garron. How's it going? GARRON: Sholakh's fetching the money. One million. UNSTOFFE: Great! Hey look, he's gonna come back this way. Why don't we wait here and mug him? GARRON: Stick to the plan! Stick to what's decided! UNSTOFFE: Going through that beast again? Going down that shaft again? GARRON: Yes. Now it's time you go back to the city. We'll meet at the shaft again as arranged. UNSTOFFE: Right. (Unstoffe thinks of something.) UNSTOFFE: Hey, uh...have you noticed that big fellow, the one with the girl? GARRON: (frowns) I've been noticing him quite a lot lately. 17: EXT. CASTLE TOWER (The Doctor pulls open the manhole to the Shrivenzale's lair as Romana watches.) DOCTOR: Here - the other way in. Look - marks of a grappling iron. ROMANA: Ahh. They must have used a rope ladder. DOCTOR: Yes. Garron and ol' Honest Face must have planted the jethrik in the cabinet last night. ROMANA: Why? DOCTOR: Because they're trying to sell the map of a nonexistent mine. ROMANA: That's no business of ours, Doctor. We've got more important things to do. (The Doctor closes the manhole.) DOCTOR: I agree. I wouldn't dream of interfering. (A low growl from the Shrivenzale below.) ROMANA: How did they get past THAT? DOCTOR: They drugged it. (leans in close) Otherwise, you and I wouldn't have been here now, eh? ROMANA: (nods) Ah. DOCTOR: What do we do next? (He holds up a hand before Romana can speak.) DOCTOR: No, I'll tell you, I'll tell you. They've got to come back for the jethrik and the gold, all right? Now, when they DO come back... ROMANA: ...we'll be here waiting for them! DOCTOR: (delighted) Right!! 18: INT. GRAFF'S SUITE (Sholakh enters the room.) SHOLAKH: Highness... (The Graff is still by the fireplace, and he shushes Sholakh before he can speak. He pulls out the bug and shows it to him. No words need be said. He sticks it back in the fireplace and drags Sholakh out the door.) 19: INT. CORRIDOR SHOLAKH: It is not part of this world, Highness. GRAFF: Garron must've planted it. SHOLAKH: To spy on us? Why? GRAFF: Perhaps to learn how much I was willing to pay, or per...(grim) perhaps he is not what he seems. SHOLAKH: In what way, Highness? GRAFF: I've been thinking about that guard. SHOLAKH: Heh. The one whose father found the jethrik? GRAFF: Yes. Remarkable coincidence, Sholakh...perhaps too remarkable to be believable. SHOLAKH: But Highness, that piece of jethrik... GRAFF: Yes? SHOLAKH: Well, it's the biggest piece I've ever seen. I mean, there must be enough of that to power an entire battle fleet for a complete campaign. GRAFF: (ominously calm) Oh yes. Enough to make a man rich beyond the dreams of avarice. SHOLAKH: Far beyond, Highness. Therefore... GRAFF: Therefore, he cannot be aware of its true value. SHOLAKH: What are the Graff's wishes? GRAFF: Keep a careful watch on Garron. He may know a genuine source of jethrik. If he's not - if he's playing me false - he will die. 20: INT. RELIC ROOM (The Graff and Sholakh enter the trophy room, followed by haughty-voiced Garron. Garron moves immediately to the Captain at the back of the room.) GARRON: Ah, here we are. Sorry to have kept you. CAPTAIN: You have the money? GARRON: Gold coinage to the value of one million opecs in waiting. (The Captain gestures to the cabinet.) CAPTAIN: In here. (Garron takes a hefty black bag from Sholakh and places it in the cabinet. The Captain shuts it.) SHOLAKH: Don't you wish to count it? CAPTAIN: I have no time - nor have you. GARRON: The Captain is doing us a favour by seeing that the money is in safe custody. Now, if you will kindly give me a receipt. CAPTAIN: A what? (Garron pull out a paper.) GARRON: Your signature on this, please. My friend may have to prove that he has money at his disposal. (He notices the ring of keys in the Captain's hand.) GARRON: I'll hold those, shall I? (He takes them.) GARRON: My back? (The Captain signs the paper on Garron's back.) CAPTAIN: There you are. GARRON: Ah, wonderful. (He takes the paper, gives back the keys.) GARRON: Sorry to have kept you. CAPTAIN: I have to lock up now and set the Shrivenzale free. GARRON: Oh, a most interesting evening ceremony there, sir. I don't know if my friends from the North would care to watch. GRAFF: I'm afraid we shall have to hurry if we are to be in our quarters before curfew. GARRON: Well...dear Captain, perhaps some other time, hmm? Good night. (The Graff, Sholakh and Garron leave the trophy room.) 21: EXT. CASTLE TOWER - NIGHT (The grand plan is implemented. As Garron watches, Unstoffe opens the manhole and flings the drugged meat down.) GARRON: (gutter voice) It'll be easier this time. UNSTOFFE: Well, you go then! (Off to the far side, unnoticed, the Doctor and Romana watch.) DOCTOR: (whispering) Stay here and watch them. ROMANA: Where are you going? DOCTOR: I'm going to try and get down there before them. (He rushes down the stairway. Garron hands something over to Unstoffe.) GARRON: The key. UNSTOFFE: You're sure he didn't miss it? GARRON: He's got a dozen that size. Now, it's time you went. UNSTOFFE: Well, I hope this is the right one. GARRON: Why can't you have a little faith, m'boy? I've been palming keys since before you were born. Down you go. (Unstoffe begins climbing down the rope ladder toward the Shrivenzale lair...and bounds back up as the beast roars loudly.) UNSTOFFE: Couldn't we wait just a little bit longer? GARRON: Why? UNSTOFFE: You haven't seen the size of that thing's teeth! 22: EXT. CORRIDOR (Once again, the guard is dozing by the trophy room. The Doctor tiptoes up past him...but the Shrieve jumps up...) SHRIEVE: HALT!! DOCTOR: What?!? What... SHRIEVE: Who are you? What are you doing out after curfew? DOCTOR: I couldn't sleep either. SHRIEVE: Stay where you are. (He yanks a whistle from a chain on his shirt. The Doctor grabs it before the guard can blow on it.) DOCTOR: What? No, please. Please don't blow that. You'll wake everybody up. SHRIEVE: I'm calling the watch. Nobody's allowed up after curfew without permission from the Captain. DOCTOR: Ohhh...permission. Permission? I've got permission. Want to see my permission? SHRIEVE: Come on, then. No tricks. DOCTOR: Tricks? Oh, dear chap... (The Doctor digs into his pocket, and pulls out...) DOCTOR: My dear, look. Lookee here. (...a golden watch on a chain, which he begins swinging in front of the guard's face.) 23: INT. RELIC ROOM (Unstoffe, now in his usual thief clothes, crawls out from under the half-opened secret door. Bag in hand, he moves to the case and pulls out his cutting gear. He begins sawing into the case.) 24: INT. CORRIDOR (The guard is getting quite sleepy under the Doctor's hypnotic spell.) DOCTOR: Your eyes are closing. Sit down. Closing... (The guard slumps in his place, his eyes closing.) 25: INT. RELIC ROOM (Unstoffe yanks the jethrik out of the case.) 26: INT. CORRIDOR (The guard's almost completely out.) 27: INT. RELIC ROOM (Unstoffe unlocks the cabinet and pulls out the sack of money.) 28: INT. CORRIDOR (With the guard snoozing, the Doctor unbars the door to the trophy room.) 29: INT. RELIC ROOM (Unstoffe hears the noise. Snatching up his ill-gotten gains, he ducks behind the sword stand as the Doctor comes in. The Doctor takes in the open case - giving Unstoffe the chance to run into the corridor. The Doctor turns, rushes after him. Unstoffe slams the door in his face...) 30: INT. CORRIDOR (...bars it, and takes off down the corridor. The guard is jolted awake. He blows his whistle frantically.) 31: INT. RELIC ROOM (The Doctor hears the whistle, realizes he's in deep trouble and heads to the secret door.) 32: EXT. CASTLE TOWER (Garron also hears the whistle.) GARRON: Hurry, Unstoffe! What went wrong? (The Doctor pops up out of the manhole.) DOCTOR: Don't move!! We've got you covered!! (Nice idea, except the Doctor's facing the wrong way.) GARRON: Who's got me covered? ROMANA: We have!! (Garron jumps in shock, as the Doctor turns to face him.) DOCTOR: Stand up. STAND UP!! (Garron stands up, hands in the air.) GARRON: All right, officer - I'll come quietly. (Garron holds out his hands to be cuffed. The Doctor shakes them.) DOCTOR: That's very wise of you. 33: EXT. CASTLE FOYER (The Graff, Sholakh and the armour-bound bodyguards stand beside the TARDIS.) GARRON: (out of view, approaching) Where are we going? DOCTOR: (approaching) Oh, I've just got a few loose ends to tie up. (The Doctor and Romana walk up to the Graff, dragging Garron with them. They're a bit surprised at the welcome wagon, though.) GARRON: Graff... GRAFF: You look surprised, Garron. But as you see, you were expected. You and your accomplices. NO one makes a fool of the Graff Vynda-K and lives. Sholakh... SHOLAKH: Highness? GRAFF: EXECUTE THEM!!! (The guards surround the startled trio.) SHOLAKH: Guards, take aim... Cue Doctor Who theme playing over energy whirlpool.	{"type": "series", "show": "Doctor Who", "episode": "16x02 - The Ribos Operation - part 2"}	foreverdreaming
Episode 3 Written by Robert Holmes First broadcast 16 September, 1978 6:30pm - 6:55pm 1: EXT. CASTLE FOYER GRAFF: NO one makes a fool of the Graff Vynda-K and lives. Sholakh... SHOLAKH: Highness? GRAFF: EXECUTE THEM!!! (The guards surround the startled trio.) DOCTOR: Hold it, hold it, HOLD IT!! This must be a case of mistaken identity. (He throws Garron in front of him as a shield. Garron sinks to his knees.) GARRON: Oh mercy, Highness! Spare these gray hairs!! (The Doctor crouches behind the crouching Garron, but Graff comes and seizes Garron up.) GRAFF: Get up, you cringing cur! (The Doctor get up.) DOCTOR: Yes, get up you cringing cur! GARRON: I-I was just taking my friends for a little stroll. (The Graff pulls back a glove to slap Garron.) GRAFF: DON'T LIE. (The Doctor grabs the Graff's hand.) DOCTOR: Don't ht the cringing cur. GRAFF: How dare you touch me!! (The Doctor gets the glove in his face instead. His jaw drops - his hand flies to his cheek. Then he grabs the glove and slaps Graff with it.) GRAFF: SHRIEVES!!! SHOLAKH: Highness - the gold!! (The Doctor mouths "What?" - but it does get the Graff back to the point.) GRAFF: You're right, Sholakh. (The Graff snatches back the glove. The Doctor tries to snatch it back.) GRAFF: Take them to our quarters, Sholakh. It may please me to squeeze the truth out of them at my leisure. (He walks into the castle.) SHOLAKH: You heard, guards! Move it!! (The Doctor, Romana and Garron are herded into the castle.) 2: INT. RELIC ROOM (The Captain and a guard looks at the empty cabinet.) SHRIEVE: Nothing else missing, sir. CAPTAIN: Well, that's something. The thief must've been disturbed. (The guard closes the cabinet. The Captain moves over to the case, and runs a gloved finger over the ugly hole in the glass.) CAPTAIN: Whoever he is, he knew what he was doing. (The Graff walks in.) GRAFF: CAPTAINNN!! What is going on?? CAPTAIN: You heard the alarm? GRAFF: Well?? CAPTAIN: The gold has been stolen. GRAFF: It was in your keep. CAPTAIN: I have summoned the seeker. GRAFF: The seeker? CAPTAIN: A visionary. No wrongdoer escapes the seeker's bones. I promise you, the thief will be taken before morning. (That's all the Graff needed to hear.) GRAFF: Yes, well I hope you're confident. (He suddenly notices the gaping hole in the case, and the missing "scringe stone." He goes from angry to furious.) GRAFF: WHAT?!?!? CAPTAIN: What's wrong? GRAFF: The jethrik!! He's taken the jethrik!!! CAPTAIN: The what? GRAFF: The "scringe stone"!! Look, it's gone! CAPTAIN: I don't know what you're talking about. Nothing is missing from here except your gold, merchant. GRAFF: A blue stone!! It was here just... (Oh...now he gets it.) GRAFF: You don't know what scringe stone is? CAPTAIN: I've never heard of it. 3: INT. GRAFF'S SUITE (One of the bodyguards has a hold of the Key to Time's wand core, and he looks it over.) SHOLAKH: What is that? (The Doctor takes the wand.) ROMANA: Actually, it's an instrument for... (The Doctor kisses the wand.) DOCTOR: ...for measuring time on 19 different planets. SHOLAKH: Let the girl answer. DOCTOR: It can also be used for modifying diarhythmic oscillations, cleaning your shoes, sharpening pencils...it could even peel your apples. (The Doctor and Sholakh share a laugh. Romana's a bit mystified at the Doctor's line of BS.) SHOLAKH: You won't be so cheerful when the Graff is done with you, my friend. DOCTOR: Oh, I don't know. Once I've explained his little mistake, I'm sure we'll be the best of friends. (to Romana) Sit down. (The Doctor and Romana sit on a lounge.) DOCTOR: I get on...I get on terribly well with the aristocracy. (A beeping noise comes from Garron's wrist communicator. He slaps a hand over it and bolts for the door. The bodyguards force him back.) SHOLAKH: So...there's someone else, eh Garron? Another accomplice. Well, we'll get him. The whole dirty gng of you will die together. (He moves to the door.) SHOLAKH: Now, don't any of you poke your nose outside this door - unless you want it sht off. (Sholakh and the bodyguards leave. The Doctor leans in close to Romana.) DOCTOR: We're not a dirty gng, are we? ROMANA: Of course not. 4: EXT. CITY (Unstoffe stands with his back against a stone arch, trying desperately to reach Garron on his communicator.) UNSTOFFE: Come on, you stupid old fool, come on!! (No answer. And Unstoffe isn't exactly in the safest place in town. Truth is, he's in the ghetto - which, in these medieval settings, is literally the whole town. Nearby, an old, dirty-faced man looks out from his cloth-doored dwelling at him.) 5: INT. GRAFF'S SUITE (Romana is trying to help Garron sew up a cut on his communicator hand.) ROMANA: Let me see that. GARRON: Oh, thank you. (Together, they finish the sewing.) ROMANA: Why did you do it? GARRON: Eh...I was afraid Unstoffe might give our position away. ROMANA: Unstoffe? GARRON: Yeah, a junior employee. (The Doctor lounges on a sofa.) DOCTOR: What, with a open honest face? GARRON: Oh, yes of course, you've seen him. DOCTOR: Yes. I nearly bumped into him in the relic - he's very light on his feet, isn't he? (Garron chuckles in agreement. Romana applies some antiseptic spray to Garron's wound.) ROMANA: There, that should stop the bleeding. GARRON: Oh, thank you very much. You're very kind. If you like, I'll tell the Graff that you weren't part of my team. He won't believe me, of course. DOCTOR: Then there's not much point in telling him, is there? GARRON: Quite. It's ironic, isn't it? ROMANA: What's ironic? GARRON: You've just made a competent arrest. I do admire professionalism, especially in the opposition. (chuckles) Now nobody'll ever hear of it. We'll all die together. DOCTOR: Is that supposed to comforting? GARRON: There's no comfort in dying. I've always said it was the last thing I want to do. ROMANA: Why are you so sure the Graff will kll us? Who is he, anyway? GARRON: He's a cold-blooded maniac! He likes klling people. DOCTOR: Then wasn't it a little foolhardy, trying to sell him a nonexistent mine? GARRON: Mine?? DOCTOR: Yes, mine. That's your game, isn't it? Mines! (Garron gets up, grinning.) GARRON: If mine's mines, then what's yours, eh? ROMANA: We're searching for the first segment to the Key to Time. (The Doctor jumps out of the sofa.) DOCTOR: Oh, never mind about that! Let's get out of here! (He digs something out of his pocket.) ROMANA: What's that, Doctor? DOCTOR: I'm gonna whistle up some help. Cover your ears. (Romana and Garron do so. The Doctor puts his new dog whistle to his mouth and blows.) 6: EXT. CASTLE FOYER (The door of the TARDIS opens, and K-9 rolls out onto the snowy ground.) K-9: Master? 7: EXT. CONCOURSE OLD MAN: (to Unstoffe) Psst! Hey! In here, quick!! Come on, here! (With a guard approaching his position, Unstoffe dives into the hovel with the old man.) CAPTAIN: You! There! Show yourself!! Show yourself! Hurry! (The old man throws back his blanket door. He's the only one visible inside the tiny hovel.) OLD MAN: What's the matter? Wh-wh-what's going on? SHRIEVE: We're hunting the thief who broke into the relic room tonight. OLD MAN: Ha ha. That's what all the fuss is about. You haven't caught him yet, then? SHRIEVE: Would we be poking about in these bone pits if we had? Ehhh...what a filthy hole. OLD MAN: Oh well, now that I'm awake, uh, you'll want to, uh, want to see in the bed. (He starts to pull off his cover. Unstoffe is hiding behind the bed, and gets a faceful of fur.) SHRIEVE: You can keep your fleas. (The guard looks closer.) SHRIEVE: I know your face, don't I? OLD MAN: Yeah, maybe - it was well known in Shur once. SHRIEVE: Of course...Binro! Binro the Heretic! So you're down to this, are you? BINRO: I live as I must. SHRIEVE: Heh. Not for much longer, by the looks of you. Well, you won't be much missed...Binro. BINRO: You think I care for the opinion of a lout like you? (The guard puts his staff against Binro's neck as a warning.) SHRIEVE: Keep a civil tongue. That old neck of yours would snap like a twig. (The guard storms away. Binro closes the cloth door again.) BINRO: Hey, it's all right. He's gone. 8: INT. RELIC ROOM (A flash of light booms out of a small urn. Kneeling before it, an old woman in white and black make-up, a golden horned hat and white clothing gestures wildly.) WOMAN: Bones of our fathers, bones of our kings, seek and find. By the flesh that once clothed you, by the spirit that now holds you. Seek! Seek and find! Seek in the Ice Time. Seek in the Sun Time. Seek and find! (The Graff and Sholakh look at the ceremony, more than a little sceptical.) SHOLAKH: Primitive mumbo jumbo. GRAFF: They believe in it. The Captain says it never fails. WOMAN: Come to the circle, gods of the ice. Come to the bones. Show, show, show what I seek!! (She shrieks, closing her eyes.) WOMAN: I see him. He is at the place of fires. (The Graff and Sholakh throw questioning glances at each other, but the Captain recognizes the location.) CAPTAIN: The concourse? My men have searched there for him. WOMAN: That is where he is. (She gathers up some bones.) WOMAN: We will go there. I will seek him out. (The Graff and Sholakh watch the woman and the Captain leave.) SHOLAKH: What now, Highness? GRAFF: Fetch the guards. We'll follow them. And if they find him... SHOLAKH: ...we take the jethrik. GRAFF: Tell the guards we may have to fight our way out of the city. (They leave the room.) 9: INT. CORRIDOR (Little ol' K-9 scoots across the stone corridor.) 10: INT. GRAFF'S SUITE (Romana's listening by the door as the Doctor talks to Garron.) DOCTOR: When did you leave Earth, Garron? (Garron helps himself to some wine.) GARRON: Oh, a long time ago. I was just an ambitious boy in those days, taking my first steps in life. Then I had a bit of trouble with a dissatisfied client and thought it best to leave. DOCTOR: Really? What happened? GARRON: He was an Arab. I sold him Sydney Harbour for $50 million dollars. (Garron and the Doctor both laugh at that one.) GARRON: Yeah...then he thought I should throw in this opera house as well! DOCTOR: No! GARRON: Oh, yes! DOCTOR: The opera house? GARRON: Yeah, the opera house. But I refused. I mean, one must have SOME scruples, mustn't one? DOCTOR: But of course. GARRON: Well, I couldn't let that noble edifice to our cultural heritage fall in the wrong hands, could I? DOCTOR: No. GARRON: Yeah, but my refusal upset him. He took the impressive documents I had prepared to the government, and it seemed my little ruse was prematurely rumbled. They came after me with a machine gn. It was the most harrowing experience. I never went back. (The Doctor laughs.) DOCTOR: I'm not surprised. ROMANA: (exasperated) Doctor, there are men out there planning to kll us, and you're just sitting here chatting. DOCTOR: Please don't panic, Romana. Come and sit down. Come on, come and sit down. (He pulls up a pillow for the young woman. Romana reluctantly moves over and sits, crossing her arms.) DOCTOR: Listen, when you've faced death as often as I have...this is much more fun. Go on, Garron. Tell us about the jethrik. ROMANA: (disgusted) Jethrik...what's so special about jethrik? DOCTOR: Tell her, Garron. GARRON: She doesn't know about it?!? DOCTOR: No, she doesn't, do you? GARRON: I thought such ignorance only existed on Grade-3 planets like this. ROMANA: Don't patronize me, Garron, just tell me. GARRON: It's only the rarest and most powerful element in the universe. Without jethrik drive, there'd be no space warping and I'd still be safely at home on Earth. DOCTOR: (softly) And where did you get your piece? GARRON: Stroke of good luck - I acquired that some years ago. DOCTOR: You stole it. GARRON: Oh, now that's a very blunt word, isn't it? DOCTOR: Fraud's another one. Tell me, Garron, how many jethrik mines have you sold since then? GARRON: I don't sell mines, Doctor. DOCTOR: No? GARRON: No...I sell planets! (Both Romana and the Doctor are surprised at this.) DOCTOR: Pl... GARRON: (nods) That's how I realized you worked for Alliance Security. They've been tailing me ever since I sold Merabelis mine to some three different purchasers. Oh, I was in my prime in those days, my golden period. (He takes another long swig of wine.) ROMANA: (aside to the Doctor) Do you know, I think his social maladjustment is entirely due to a deep rooted sense of rejection. GARRON: Look, all I do is take a little from those that have too much and then I spread it around a bit. I have to keep the economy in balance. ROMANA: Yes, but...if this piece of jethrik's so valuable, why don't you just sell it? And then you'd have plenty to spread amongst those who need it. GARRON: Oh, I don't think it's worth all that much. DOCTOR: Tell me something, Garron. Why do you think the Graff was interested in buying this planet even before you conned him into believing there was a jethrik mine here? GARRON: He's crazy!! You don't know about the Graff? DOCTOR: I'm asking you, Garron. GARRON: He was Emperor of Levithia once - and a bad one. The tyrant raised an expedition force to go off to the frontier wars, leaving his half-brother on the throne. And when the wars was ended, heh...his people refused to let him return. DOCTOR: (sombre) And now he's got nowhere to go, is that it? GARRON: Says he's looking for a new world. DOCTOR: What? A new world? GARRON: Yeah, that's why he's here. Somewhere where he can raise a-a battle fleet and force the Levithians to have him back. Hah. It's a mad, hopeless dream. But a madman's money jingles in my pocket as well as anyone's. ROMANA: Mad or not, he saw through you. GARRON: Oh, that was Unstoffe's fault, my dear. He's a terrible ham at heart. (A shouting noise from outside. The Doctor holds up a finger.) DOCTOR: Shh! 11: INT. CORRIDOR (Sholakh faces the line of armoured bodyguards.) SHOLAKH: All right now, pay attention! Orders from the Graff! It seems that these natives have got a line on the thief, the one who took the jethrik and his Highness' gold. He's trapped in some place called the concourse and the natives are planning to raid this concourse just before dawn. Only, uh...we'll be there as well. And when they arrive, we'll sh*t the lot of them. Is that clear? NO survivors, NO tongue-waggers. We take the jethrik and the gold, and we head straight back for the ship. With any luck, we'll be gone before they know what's ht them. Crow... (A bodyguard comes up to him.) SHOLAKH: You stand guard here. If all goes according to plan, you should hear the fring from here. When you do, kll all the prisoners immediately, understood? CROW: Right, sir. 12: INT. GRAFF'S SUITE (The Doctor, Romana and Garron could hear every word.) SHOLAKH: (off-screen) All right, follow me! (The army marches out of hearing.) DOCTOR: I don't like the sound of that. A lot of people are going to die if we don't get out of here. GARRON: Including us. DOCTOR: Yes. (Garron stomps out of view.) ROMANA: We've got until dawn, Doctor. How long's that? (The Doctor looks straight up.) DOCTOR: Must be nearly dawn now. ROMANA: Aren't you frightened? DOCTOR: Yes. Terrified. GARRON: If only my wrist speaker was working, I could warn him. I mean, as long as he's free, we've got something to bargain with. (The Doctor takes the wrist speaker and looks it over. He tosses away a piece.) DOCTOR: They made too good a job of that. GARRON: Hey, wait a minute! (Garron moves to the fireplace.) GARRON: Where is it? (He pulls out the little bug.) GARRON: A little hearing aid I planted earlier. It's on the same wavelength as Unstoffe's two-way. Unfortunately, it's got no call button. DOCTOR: Give me what's left of your own two-way. (He accepts the speaker and sits down with the two components.) 13: INT. CONCOURSE - BINRO'S HOVEL (Unstoffe sips from a hot cup provided by Binro.) UNSTOFFE: Thank you. Thank you for helping me escape. (He sounds very different from the stupid, cowardly git we've been hearing. He sounds calm, mature - almost an entirely different man. Binro takes the cup back.) BINRO: Oh, it was nothing. UNSTOFFE: Why'd you do it? BINRO: Well...I know what it's like when every hand is against you. UNSTOFFE: (nods, pointing outside) Binro the Heretic. BINRO: You heard that name. Well, it wasn't much of a heresy, my friend. Just a little thing. UNSTOFFE: What? BINRO: Oh, many years ago now. (looks upward) Have you ever looked up at the sky at night, and seen those little lights? UNSTOFFE: (nods) Mm-hmm. BINRO: They are NOT ice crystals. (He waits, as if expecting a violent response. Unstoffe merely nods.) UNSTOFFE: Go on. BINRO: Well...I believe they are suns. Just like our own sun. And perhaps each sun has other worlds of its own, just as Ribos is a world. What do you say to that? (Unstoffe seems willing to listen to the ideas, at least.) UNSTOFFE: It's an interesting theory. BINRO: (a bit surprised) Wha...? (laughs heartily) A broad-minded man! Perhaps in the North, they are a different people after all! You see, my friend, I have taken measurements of those little lights and of our sun, and I can PROVE that Ribos moves! Yeah. It circles our sun, travelling far away and then returning. It's the reason we have our two seasons, Sun Time and Ice Time. UNSTOFFE: Nobody believed you. BINRO: Ah, those blockheads - they prefer to believe that Ribos is some sort of battleground over which the Sun Gods and the Ice Gods battle for supremacy. They said that if I did not publicly recant my beliefs...the gods would destroy our world. UNSTOFFE: And did you? BINRO: Mm-hmm, in the end. Hey, these hands... (He holds up two gnarled, crippled hands. He chuckles.) BINRO: Useless for work now. That's why I live here. UNSTOFFE: Binro, supposing I were to tell you that everything you've just said...is absolutely true? There ARE other worlds, other suns. BINRO: (wide-eyed) Heh...y-you believe it too?? UNSTOFFE: I know it for a fact. You see...I come from one of those other worlds. BINRO: (excited) Y-you... UNSTOFFE: I-I thought I should tell you, because one day - even here - in the future, men will turn to each other and say, "Binro was right." (The old man is almost crying with joy. He hugs Unstoffe's hand tightly.) 14: INT. GRAFF'S SUITE (The Doctor is making some progress on the wrist speaker, twisting diodes with a tiny hand tool as Romana watches.) DOCTOR: Put your finger there, Romana. (She puts a finger on one part.) DOCTOR: Of course, I can't promise you that this will work. GARRON: Without a receiver, we won't even know if it's worked anyway! DOCTOR: Right. So keep your fingers crossed. (Romana wraps one finger around the one she's got on the speaker. The Doctor uncrosses the finger.) DOCTOR: Not you, Romana. 15: EXT. CORRIDOR (The red-caped, bucket-headed bodyguard stands ready to dish out death at the first one to come up. Only he didn't expect the first one to be a small gray robot dog with a multicoloured collar. Of course, his back's turned and he doesn't get to see K-9 before K-9 nails him with its nose laser.) K-9: Most satisfactory. 16: INT. CONCOURSE - BINRO'S HOVEL (The beeping of Unstoffe's wrist speaker jars Binro awake.) BINRO: Huh? Wh-what? What is it? (Unstoffe slaps a hand over the speaker.) UNSTOFFE: Uh, i-i-it's...somebody t-t-trying to...make me happy. (Binro smiles uncomprehendingly as the beeping stops.) 17: INT. GRAFF'S SUITE (The Doctor finishes touching his tool to the speaker.) DOCTOR: That should catch his attention. (He hands it over to Garron.) DOCTOR: You use it, Garron. He knows your voice. (At that moment, the door opens and K-9 rolls in.) ROMANA: K-9! K-9: Master. Mistress. DOCTOR: Just a moment, K-9. GARRON: What's that?!? DOCTOR: Never mind about that, Garron! Get on with it! (Garron shrugs it off and speaks into the speaker.) GARRON: Hello, Unstoffe, this is Garron. 18: INT. CONCOURSE - BINRO'S HOVEL (Binro looks about the room in fear as Garron's voice echoes around him.) GARRON: (V.O.) You can't call me back, so listen carefully. You've been traced to the concourse. They'll be raiding the place any minute. Get out while you still have a chance. I repeat... (Unstoffe slaps the speaker off.) UNSTOFFE: Don't bother, I heard you the first time. (Binro frantically pulls off the furs around him.) BINRO: There's only one chance for you now, my friend - we must take refuge in the catacombs! Come, follow me!! (The two climbs out of the hovel.) 19: INT. GRAFF'S SUITE (The Doctor and Garron pull the limp guard out of the corridor and into the back of the suite.) ROMANA: Is he dad? K-9: Negative - he'll be out for hours. I used Stun at mark 7. (The Doctor drops the guard behind the sofa.) DOCTOR: Come on, quickly, let's get out of here. (He throws a red blanket over the guard, and the group quickly takes its leave of the room.) 20: INT. CORRIDOR (As they step out, the Doctor takes up the guard's staff.) DOCTOR: Which way's the concourse? GARRON: Straight ahead, down the stairs, and turn a right. (The Doctor hands Garron the staff.) DOCTOR: Come on. K-9, don't stop at all costs. Come on!! (The group starts down the corridor.) 21: EXT. CONCOURSE (The old seeker woman has just lit off another pot of incense.) SEEKER: Oh bones, shine in the darkness, show what I seek! Shine with the ice light, shine with the corpse light. Bring to the circle the one whom I seek! If he be near... (The Graff, Sholakh and the army are standing by her, ready and raring to go.) SHOLAKH: (aside to Graff) Our men have covered all the exits, Highness. No one will escape. SEEKER: Now! NOW!! NOWWW!!! (She shrieks again.) 22: INT. CRYPT (Binro and Unstoffe walk into a dark, candle-lit chamber of tombs. All around are shrouded corpses on slabs.) UNSTOFFE: What is this place? BINRO: Eh, everybody comes here eventually, though not always alive. They call it the Hall of the dad. UNSTOFFE: Let's not stop then. (Binro points.) BINRO: The catacombs are that way. (The old man staggers over to a door, pauses, and turns to look at Unstoffe, who's looking uneasily at the tombs.) BINRO: Well, come! You're not afraid, are you? 23: EXT. CASTLE DOOR (The Doctor runs back to meet Romana, Garron and K-9. The marching of Graff's men can be heard nearby.) GARRON: Any luck? DOCTOR: No. The concourse is well guarded. GARRON: Look, I'll look this way, O.K. (He takes off in another direction.) ROMANA: Doctor, if they're all out looking for Unstoffe, why don't we go down to the relic room and get the segment? It'll be unguarded! DOCTOR: Because it's not there. ROMANA: Not there? But surely it's taken the shape of the crown! DOCTOR: The crown has nothing to do with it. Look at the tracer. (Romana lifts up the wand, which begins clicking rapidly.) ROMANA: Oh, that's the opposite direction from the relic room! DOCTOR: Yes. It's pointing toward Unstoffe and his piece of jethrik. (Romana rolls her eyes. She finally gets it.) ROMANA: Ohhh, you mean it was disguised as the jethrik all along. DOCTOR: (nods) Yes. I thought you would've realized that, bright girl like you. ROMANA: (amazed) How did you know? DOCTOR: How many times do you think that crown has seen the light of day? ROMANA: No idea. DOCTOR: I'd say twice a century. ROMANA: So? DOCTOR: So now, listen. We took two bearings of the segment on the TARDIS, remember? ROMANA: (nods) Uh-huh. DOCTOR: Now, obviously, the segment moved a considerable distance between the readings, so...? ROMANA: But the second time, it stayed put in the cabinet...and it could only have been there a day when we arrived, so...it could only have been the lump of jethrik which didn't belong there!! DOCTOR: Exactly. Garron and Unstoffe planted it there. ROMANA: Of COURSE. DOCTOR: Simple, isn't it? (Romana shakes her head in amazement.) ROMANA: Brilliant. (No time for hero worship, because Garron just ran back up.) DOCTOR: Well? GARRON: All clear that way. DOCTOR: Good. Unstoffe got the message. GARRON: How'd you know? (The Doctor points at the wand.) DOCTOR: This little gadget points us toward the jethrik, and it's pointing that way. (He points the way Garron came.) GARRON: Unstoffe's got the jethrik! DOCTOR: Exactly. Come on, follow me. (The group takes off into the city.) 24: EXT. CONCOURSE SEEKER: He has gone. CAPTAIN: Gone?!? Why, he can't have!! SEEKER: He is no longer in this place. CAPTAIN: But you CAN find him? SEEKER: It will do no good. (Graff and Sholakh glare at each other, the same thought on their mind - wild goose chase!!) SEEKER: The one you seek is in the catacombs. (And with that, she walks away.) GRAFF: WELL, Captain? CAPTAIN: He's escaped us. GRAFF: You assured me he would be found. CAPTAIN: He has gone to the catacombs. He'll die there, so the matter is over. GRAFF: No, Captain, the matter is NOT OVER!!! He has my gold!! CAPTAIN: YOUR gold, eh? My men will not go into the catacombs for your gold. SHOLAKH: Why not? What are these catacombs? CAPTAIN: They are an ancient labyrinth beneath the city - home of the long dad...and of the Ice Gods. 25: INT. CRYPT (The Doctor, Romana, K-9 and Garron enter the place Binro and Unstoffe were a moment before.) DOCTOR: Careful, careful. These steps are treacherous. 26: INT. CATACOMBS (A long corridor of hollowed-out tombs. Unstoffe and Binro continues down the murky passage.) UNSTOFFE: H-how far do these stretch? BINRO: Nobody knows. Our ancestors made them long long ago, to house their dad. Th-they say that the Ice Gods live here. UNSTOFFE: But you don't believe in the Ice Gods, Binro. BINRO: No...no, of course not. (Both men are getting scared in these surroundings.) UNSTOFFE: L-look, d-do you want to go back? BINRO: Yes, um...no, I'll stay here with you. (A growling noise - both men recoil.) UNSTOFFE: Wh-what was that? BINRO: The Shrivenzale, I think. A colony of the creatures lives down here. UNSTOFFE: Do you mean the same as that thing that guards the relic room? BINRO: That was a small one. (Unstoffe goes ashen.) UNSTOFFE: Uh, l-l-look, Binro, I-I think we better think about this. BINRO: The fact that they can stay down here means that there must be another way up to the surface. See, they hunt for smaller animals on the tundra, and then return here to their lair to sleep. UNSTOFFE: That's all very well, Binro, b-but can we tiptoe past them? BINRO: Well...let's see, shall we? (They continue down the passage, Unstoffe more reluctantly than ever.) 27: INT. CRYPT (The Doctor's group has reached the entrance to the catacombs.) DOCTOR: Garron... GARRON: Huh? DOCTOR: Your friends have a good nose for a hiding place. (Romana uses the wand.) ROMANA: Straight ahead. 28: INT. CATACOMBS (They move into the passage.) K-9: Sentient life forms. DOCTOR: HUSH!! K-9: (whisper) Sentient life forms approaching. DOCTOR: Which way? K-9: Behind us. DOCTOR: What?? (All eyes turn to the back of the passage.) K-9: Quick, into these holes!! (The three humanoids (and one dog) jump into tomb hollows. The Doctor finds himself bed mates with a skeleton. Romana hops on top of Garron in his hiding spot. K-9 rolls into a ground level tomb. The Graff comes into the passage, followed closely by Sholakh and the army.) SHOLAKH: They've gone deeper than this. (The Doctor turns to look at them - and accidentally knocks a skull out onto the ground. It hits with a clatter.) GRAFF: NOW WE HAVE HIM!!! He cannot escape - and no one will ever know how he tried to trick the Graff Vynda-K! (The Doctor braces himself for certain doom...) Cue Doctor Who Theme playing over energy whirlpool.	{"type": "series", "show": "Doctor Who", "episode": "16x03 - The Ribos Operation - part 3"}	foreverdreaming
Episode 4 Written by Robert Holmes First broadcast 23 September, 1978 6:20pm - 6:45pm 1: INT. CATACOMBS SHOLAKH: They've gone deeper than this. (The Doctor turns to look at them - and accidentally knocks a skull out onto the ground. It hits with a clatter.) GRAFF: NOW WE HAVE HIM!!! (Having to act fast, the Doctor pulls out his dog whistle and blows sharply...and farther down the passage, a Shrivenzale awakes.) GRAFF: He cannot escape - and no one will ever know how he tried to trick the Graff Vynda-K! (Nobody told the Shrivenzale crawling towards them that, though.) GRAFF: It's a beast!! Take cover!!! (The heroes have already done that, and dig themselves even farther in the tomb holes. The Shrivenzale crawls along the passage, snorting. A moment, and then the Graff's group emerges from hiding in a side passage.) SHOLAKH: Guards - reform!! (The bodyguards gather again.) SHOLAKH: These caves remind me of that labyrinth we had to fight through on Phraetiss. We moved in darkness. Every forward step, things were squirming and crunching under our feet...remember, Highness? GRAFF: Almost a year without sight of sky. But these are not caves like those, Sholakh. SHOLAKH: The air's the same - heavy and damp with the stench of death. No wonder the natives wouldn't come here. GRAFF: Why think you now of the Phraetiss labyrinth? What troubles you? SHOLAKH: Our problem's the same, Graff. I mean, there we had two legions searching for the enemy - here, we have a few men searching for one. It'll take as long. (The Graff grabs Sholakh's arms.) GRAFF: Still a pessimist?? Even if it takes TWICE as long, (makes a fist) I shall not leave this planet until I have that jethrik!! SHOLAKH: Then perhaps, Highness, we should have brought that old boneshaker with us. GRAFF: The seeker? SHOLAKH: If she truly has the gift of sniffing out fugitives. GRAFF: You're right, Sholakh. YES, by heaven!! We'll force that old witch to lead us, even if we have to carry her!! COME!!! 2: INT. CAVES (The passages have given way to dark caverns. Unstoffe and Binro continue their long trek nevertheless. But old Binro is finding his way harder and harder, and he almost can't walk now.) UNSTOFFE: Do you need a rest, Binro? BINRO: Eh? No, no, I can go on. UNSTOFFE: No, no, come on. I'm thinking of myself as well. (He helps Binro over to a large boulder to rest.) BINRO: Well, in that case... UNSTOFFE: Well, sit down. (Binro and Unstoffe rest on the boulder.) UNSTOFFE: Space travel rots the muscles, Binro. BINRO: Space travel - how is it done, my friend? How do you fly between the stars, hmm? UNSTOFFE: If we were to stay here the rest of our lives, Binro, I couldn't begin to explain that one. BINRO: I understand. There's so much still to learn. 3: INT. CATACOMBS (The Doctor sneaks back into Romana's and Garron's hiding spot after looking around.) ROMANA: Have they gone? DOCTOR: No. ROMANA: You nearly got us klled. DOCTOR: If you call that being nearly klled, you haven't lived yet. Just stay with me, and you'll get a lot nearer. (A loud growl nearby.) DOCTOR: In fact, you're a lot nearer right now. ROMANA: You've got an unconscious death wish. GARRON: Don't speak up!! DOCTOR: No - no bickering. ROMANA: Never bicker. GARRON: Now, we should be looking for my invaluable young friend Unstoffe... DOCTOR: ...who's carrying a valuable piece of jethrik. GARRON: (clapping his shoulder) What is property at such a time? DOCTOR: Quite right. ROMANA: What do we do now? (The Doctor thinks about it.) DOCTOR: You go that way, I'll go this way. GARRON: Which way? DOCTOR: That way. GARRON: Oh, that way. ROMANA: Back to the city? DOCTOR: Well, someone's got to keep an eye on Vynda-K! (pause) Well, don't just lie there, do something! ROMANA: What?? DOCTOR: Move. GARRON: What, now? DOCTOR: NOW!! (The group jumps out of the tomb - and jumps right back in again as another growl is heard.) ROMANA: Now? (The Doctor holds up a finger - wait for it...) DOCTOR: NOW!! (Romana and Garron jump out of the tomb and race up the passage. The Doctor pauses and waits for K-9 to move out of his hiding spot.) K-9: Need help, Master? DOCTOR: No, don't explain, don't explain...look after those two. (K-9 follows in Romana and Garron's direction. The Doctor heads off the other way.) 4: INT. CAVERNS (Binro is now holding the huge chunk of jethrik.) UNSTOFFE: If you had the knowledge of how to use it, Binro, there's enough energy in there to move you and me across the universe. (Binro gasps.) BINRO: Really? Hoo...no wonder men fight for it. But you didn't steal this from the relic room? Where did you get it? (Unstoffe takes the rock back.) UNSTOFFE: It belonged to a friend of mine. BINRO: Th-the one who sent his voice through the air into your hand? UNSTOFFE: Garron, yes. I was supposed to meet Garron in the concourse. It was to be our contingency rendezvous. BINRO: Yes...what? UNSTOFFE: We were supposed to meet there if anything went wrong. He didn't turn up, so...I suppose he must be in trouble himself. BINRO: You're worried about him, aren't you, my friend? UNSTOFFE: Yes. You see, we've worked together for a long time. This was to be our last job. He often talks of going back to Hackneywick. BINRO: What's that? UNSTOFFE: Well, for all I can make out, it's j-just a mud patch in the middle of nowhere. But I suppose it's home to him. BINRO: I don't understand. UNSTOFFE: Oh, I'm sorry, I was just thinking aloud. Well, you see, I've a feeling this was our last job after all, o-only it hasn't turned out quite the way we expected. BINRO: P-perhaps I should go back and look for him. UNSTOFFE: Do you think you could find your way from here? BINRO: From here, yes. If we go any farther into these caves, it'll not be possible. UNSTOFFE: And the deeper we go, the more chance there is of our being eaten, right? BINRO: Yes...or of the roof falling in. You see, these caves a-a-are very old and dangerous. But on the other hand, there may be another way from here up to the surface. I...I...I'll do whatever you think is best, my friend. UNSTOFFE: But there could be danger waiting for you up in the city. BINRO: Who knows I helped you? No-no-nobody notices old Binro the Heretic. UNSTOFFE: You'd risk your life for me? Why? BINRO: (smiles) You wouldn't understand. (He gets up, turns to go, then looks back.) BINRO: For years, I was jeered and derided. I began to doubt even myself. Then you came along, and you told me...I was right. (He chuckles, and starts on his way...then pauses...) BINRO: Just to know that for certain, Unstoffe...is worth a life, eh? (And with that, he walks out of sight. Unstoffe suddenly gets up.) UNSTOFFE: Binro! BINRO: Yes? (Unstoffe pulls off his wrist speaker, walks over to Binro and hands it to him.) UNSTOFFE: Here. You'd better take this, just in case Garron suspects it's some kind of trick. BINRO: Oh, thanks. (chuckles) I-I'll...I'll try to hurry. UNSTOFFE: Good luck. (Binro walks into the caverns, chuckling. Unstoffe sighs and waits.) 5: EXT. CASTLE FOYER (The Doctor has his back to a pillar, listening as nearby Graff addresses the Captain and his guards.) GRAFF: (pushy) Captain, I am tired of waiting. How much longer? CAPTAIN: (fed up with him) The seeker will come in her own time. GRAFF: (an ominous tone in his voice) That's not polite, is it Sholakh? SHOLAKH: (a sadistic grin growing on his face) It's grossly discourteous, Highness. GRAFF: Grossly - you'd go so far as to say that, would you? SHOLAKH: I'd even say insulting. GRAFF: Then I have a right to be angry, Sholakh. Someone should be punished. SHOLAKH: Teach him the value of good manners, Highness. GRAFF: Precisely. (And with this, the Graff lifts his crystal-studded staff and vaporizes a guard with an emerald ray. We thankfully don't see the demise, only the guard's agonized last gasp. The Doctor winces, and rushes across the foyer out of sight. The Captain kneels by the fallen guard.) SHOLAKH: An excellent sht, Highness. CAPTAIN: He's dad! (looks at Graff) What have you done?!? (The Graff studies the corpse.) GRAFF: Slightly high and to the left. SHOLAKH: Still an excellent sht, your Highness. GRAFF: Thank you. (The Captain gets up.) CAPTAIN: You're not from the North...what are you? GRAFF: IMPATIENT, CAPTAIN!!! Tell the seeker I want her here...NOW. (Sholakh steps forward thrat.) SHOLAKH: What are you waiting for, Captain? (Visibly shaken, the Captain runs off.) SHOLAKH: That stirred him up a bit. GRAFF: I flatter myself. I know how to get the best from a native. (He walks off after the Captain.) 6: INT. CORRIDOR (From a high window, the Doctor watches the guards carry off their fallen member. He then heads over to...) 7: INT. GRAFF'S SUITE (...where he crosses over to the fallen guard, still covered in a blanket.) 8: INT. CATACOMBS (K-9 leads the search, with Romana trailing behind. She pauses and looks around the intersection.) ROMANA: Garron? Garron, where are you? K-9: He has departed, Mistress. ROMANA: Well, that's obvious. But where? K-9: To see a man about a dog. ROMANA: WHAT?!? K-9: That was the information he imparted. ROMANA: Well, why didn't you tell me earlier? K-9: You did not ask, Mistress. (Romana sighs.) K-9: Which route, Mistress? (Romana checks her pockets for the wand - and suddenly realizes...) ROMANA: The tracer...He's stolen the tracer!! Oh, how could I have been such a fool?!? K-9: Question not understood. Kindly rephrase. ROMANA: It's vital to get that tracer back. What can I do? K-9: I will run through my databanks for information. ROMANA: I wasn't asking you, K-9!! (K-9 wags its ears.) K-9: No other entity is present. ROMANA: I was talking to myself!!! K-9: That procedure is not logical. The purpose of speech is to communicate information. (She flings her coat over K-9.) ROMANA: Be quiet, K-9 - you're a very irritating computer. K-9: (muffled) Mffress. (Romana pulls the coat off K-9 and kneels beside him.) ROMANA: Oh, I'm sorry, K-9. (She pets him. K-9 wags his ears.) ROMANA: What can we do now? K-9: Seek, mistress. (K-9 starts forward.) ROMANA: Seek? 9: EXT. CITY (The bodyguards march through the medieval city, the Seeker last of all. Sholakh shoves her forward.) SHOLAKH: Move yourself, unless you want my boot behind you!! (As they move off, the Graff walks up to Sholakh.) GRAFF: We'll soon know the truth now, Sholakh, and if she proves a charlatan, we'll use her carcass for target practice. SHOLAKH: Oh, she knows that already - those bones of hers are shaking even as she's standing still. (Graff moves off. Sholakh becomes aware of a guard standing oddly still.) SHOLAKH: You!! Double up - what's keeping you?? (The guard moves past Sholakh to join the others.) 10: INT. CAVERNS (Sitting on the boulder, Unstoffe begins to hear the clicking of the Key wand. He grabs a rock and ducks behind the boulder.) GARRON: (O.S.) If I ain't standing in your feet, my son, this instrument has to be Japanese! (Unstoffe gets up and runs to Garron.) UNSTOFFE: Garron! GARRON: Ah, there you are! UNSTOFFE: How did you find me? GARRON: Ah, the wonders of modern technology, my boy - this remarkable piece of equipment of a jethrik detector. In that bag, I perceive. UNSTOFFE: Yeah. But first things first, Garron. (Garron takes the bag.) GARRON: Yes, exactly. You know how attached I am to that piece of jethrik. (He shakes the bag.) GARRON: Ahh...do I hear the chink of the Graff's gold? UNSTOFFE: Money isn't everything, Garron. GARRON: Who wants everything? Heh, I'll settle for 90 percent! 11: INT. CRYPT (The Seeker is going through her little ceremony.) SEEKER: I SEE HIM!! The one you seek is here! GRAFF: Then lead us to him. SEEKER: We shall not reach him. I see death standing between us. SHOLAKH: You're wrong, witch! Death is standing right behind you!! SEEKER: I will lead him, if that be your wish. But all but one of us is doomed to die. Thus has it been written. 12: INT. CAVERN GARRON: Our problem now, my boy, is to find a way back! (Garron starts to get up, but Unstoffe grabs his arm.) UNSTOFFE: If we move from here, Binro will never find us again. GARRON: D'ya think he'll come back for you? UNSTOFFE: Well of course he will...after he's searched the city for you, and that'll probably take him hours. GARRON: Well, let's hope the Graff doesn't get here first. UNSTOFFE: There's not much chance of that - these caves stretch for miles. GARRON: I dunno - he's press-ganged some native witch. UNSTOFFE: What, the seeker? GARRON: You know about her? UNSTOFFE: Yeah, Binro told me about her. Hey, what about this Doctor and the girl? Any chance of them finding us? GARRON: Oh, I sincerely hope not. UNSTOFFE: Why not? I thought they'd helped you escape. GARRON: (smirks) We were temporary allies in adversity. UNSTOFFE: Well, where are they now? GARRON: The girl's wandered about somewhere. The Doctor said he'd go back and keep an eye on the Graff. UNSTOFFE: J-j-just a minute, Garron, Garron..."wandering about"...down here? GARRON: Well, I imagine so. Unless she happens to have another of these little gadgets. (Garron holds up the wand. Unstoffe takes the wand from him, disgusted.) UNSTOFFE: You stole it from her! That's where you got it from! (Garron takes it back.) GARRON: Well, I relieved her of it. It seemed such a responsibility for a young girl. UNSTOFFE: You cavalier old hypocrite. How could you?? GARRON: Well, I admit, I had a great trouble with me conscience. Fortunately, I won! (Unstoffe drops the bag, he's so sickened.) 13: INT. CATACOMBS (The Seeker holds a pair of bones before her, as the bodyguards, Sholakh and the Graff march behind her.) SEEKER: (mumbling) Deeper, deeper...lead us deeper yet. (Graff stops the guards and shoves his way to the front. Sholakh follows.) SHOLAKH: Highness? GRAFF: By those rocks over there - somebody moved. SHOLAKH: (to the guards) You two - bring it over here! (Two guards rush off-screen toward the mystery movement. They grab and bring the person forward - it's Binro.) GRAFF: What are you doing here?!? BINRO: Looking for fossils. GRAFF: Fossils? Grave robbing, more like. BINRO: I sell them sometimes. I cannot work, I am too old. SHOLAKH: What's that in your hand?? (Sholakh moves forward and seizes the wrist speaker from Binro's hand.) SHOLAKH: (grins) A strange fossil, Highness. (to Binro) All right, where did you get this from? BINRO: (smiles) Found it. SHOLAKH: I command the truth, old one, or we blast your head off! GRAFF: Not yet. (He pushes the group on.) GRAFF: Bring him. (The procession continues...) SEEKER: Deeper, deeper. (...the Seeker, the Graff and Sholakh, Binro, and the guards - one of whom is trailing a funny-looking scarf under and behind his cape.) 14: INT. CRYPT (The Captain and his men haven't exactly been sitting idle. At the moment, they are hauling a primitive yet functional cannon over to the catacomb's entrance.) CAPTAIN: That'll do. (They position the cannon and wait. He loads in the cannonball.) CAPTAIN: Now pack it with sht. (They do so.) CAPTAIN: They say none ever returns from the deep catacombs...and if any of that lot do, they won't get very far. 15: INT. CAVERN (The Seeker leads the Graff's army into the cavern.) SEEKER: Bones, the bones...the bones, the bones...they're ALIVE!! THE ONE YOU SEEK IS HERE!! (The group stops.) BINRO: This is where, Highness. I'll show you... (Sholakh grabs at Binro as he tries to run.) SHOLAKH: STAY!! (Binro breaks free, runs to Unstoffe's side.) BINRO: Unstoffe, Unstoffe... GRAFF: kll HIM!! GARRON: NO, YOU FOOL, YOU FOOL!!! (Garron lifts the guard's wapon as Binro runs up to Unstoffe - but Sholakh's staff is quicker, and the old man crashes at Unstoffe's feet.) BINRO: Right...I w-w-was right...Unstoffe... (Life passes out of Binro.) GARRON: Is that Binro? (Eyes filling with tears, Unstoffe nods.) GARRON: Charming fellow, the little I saw of him. (Unstoffe gets to his feet, fre in his eyes.) UNSTOFFE: mrder. (Garron grabs him.) GARRON: Now don't be a fool!! DON'T BE A FOOL!!! UNSTOFFE: mrder!!! GARRON: UNST... (ZZZZIINNNGGG!!! The blast hits Unstoffe's shoulder. He sinks to his knees. Garron runs up to him, throwing aside the wapon.) GARRON: Unstoffe... (The ground begins to rumble, shake - rocks fall from the ceiling.) GARRON: Over here!! Hurry!! UNSTOFFE: They never said the roof wasn't safe... GRAFF: GUARDS!!! THE JETHRIK!!! UNSTOFFE: Here, take it!! GARRON: Unstoffe, NO... (Unstoffe shoves the bag at Sholakh. Sholakh opens the bag.) SHOLAKH: It's here, Highness - and the gold. GRAFF: Good. When these criminals have been excuted, we shall almost have settled our score here. Now, how did you escape, Garron? GARRON: Ingenuity, Highness. Sheer ingenuity. GRAFF: And where are the others, your two accomplices? GARRON: (wicked grin) Not accomplices, Highness. You mean the Security agents. GRAFF: SECURITY AGENTS?!? GARRON: Yeah, that's the irony of it. They just arrested us for landing on a Class-3 planet and didn't even know of your presence until you made it felt!! GRAFF: YOU LIE!!! GARRON: Why should I bother? No Graff, their report will be with the Alliance shortly, and you'll no longer be a nobleman of the Selenic Empire and an honoured wr veteran. You'll just be a common criminal like US!!! GRAFF: STAND THEM AGAINST THAT WALL!!!!! (The guards shove Garron and Unstoffe against the rock wall - and the Doctor, disguised in guard's clothing, sticks his dog whistle through the helmet slit into his mouth and blows.) SHOLAKH: As a fring squad, fall in! GARRON: Unstoffe, my son. UNSTOFFE: what? GARRON: I was going to make a touching speech, but my throat is too dry. (At that moment, a Shrivenzale enters the cavern, heading straight for the group!!) SHOLAKH: STAND FAST!! attck THE BEAST!!! 16: INT. ANOTHER CAVERN (Romana kneels by K-9, who's combing the area with his scanners.) ROMANA: Can you locate it, K-9? (K-9 wags his ears.) K-9: Position determined, Mistress. This way. (K-9 starts moving forward. Romana smiles as she follows.) ROMANA: There's a good computer. 17: INT. CRYPT (The Captain's men pause in their cannon-loading work as sounds of the battle reach them.) SHRIEVE: I can hear fring! CAPTAIN: Get back, then! Take cover!! (The guards move away from the cannon.) CAPTAIN: I'll close the catacombs...forever. (The Captain grabs a candle and uses it to light the fuse...) (BOOOMMMM!!!) 18: INT. CATACOMBS (The effect is immediate and devastating. The entire passage collapses in a wave of rock.) 19: INT. CAVERN SHOLAKH: BACK, HIGHNESS!! BACK!!! (Everyone jumps for cover, screaming as rocks and boulders fall upon them. Most of the guards are crushed by the rocks. As the dust settles...) SHOLAKH: No...no, Highness...leave me...I'm...I'm done... (Sholakh has been pinned down by the rocks as well. Miraculously, the Seeker, it seems, has escaped injury.) GRAFF: Not you, Sholakh! Never!! SHOLAKH: My guts...are...flat... GRAFF: Look, I'll get you out!! You'll be all right! SHOLAKH: The jethrik, highness...take the jethrik. (The Graff shouts to the Seeker.) GRAFF: HERE, YOU HELP ME WITH MY GENERAL!! (The Seeker gets up and waves her bones around.) SEEKER: Too late. He is dad. (And so he is, even as the Graff worms the jethrik out from under the rocks. The Graff looks wildly at the sole remaining guard.) GRAFF: LEAVE US!!! (They do. The Graff looks down at his fallen confidant and friend. He closes Sholakh's open eyes with a shaking hand.) GRAFF: I'll avenge you, Sholakh. I'll bmb this stinking planet till it's nothing but a smoking HOLE in space!!!! (He kisses Sholakh once. Then he hefts the jethrik and walks out into the catacombs. On the other side of the cavern, Garron and Unstoffe are trapped by rock.) UNSTOFFE: (coughing) Come on now, Garron. GARRON: (coughing) Oh, I'm dad already. UNSTOFFE: Get up. (They try, but just can't do it.) GARRON: Oh, such lousy shts - they got me in the foot. UNSTOFFE: You weren't sht - the roof just fell in. GARRON: So we're buried alive. Oh Unstoffe, I don't like the options we're getting. (Unstoffe claps Garron's shoulder.) UNSTOFFE: Shh. Listen... (On the other side of the boulders...) ROMANA: Listen, K-9! There's somebody behind there! Hello, can you hear me? (A tapping noise.) ROMANA: There is someone! Help me move this rock, K-9! (She strains at it.) ROMANA: Oh, it's no good. It won't budge. Can you do anything to help, K-9? K-9: Affirmative. Please stand clear, Mistress. (Romana takes a few steps back. K-9 incinerates the offending boulders with his nose laser, freeing Unstoffe and Garron.) GARRON: Oh, my dear, ha ha! Oh, there you are!! I've been looking for you everywhere! You...ahem...dropped this. (He hands her the wand as she helps them over the melted boulders.) ROMANA: Into your hand, yes. Let's go, shall we? 20: INT. CATACOMBS (The Graff has joined the guard and the Seeker at the half-buried catacombs, wielding a staff in hand.) GRAFF: I'm going to blow up these caves behind us. SEEKER: (shocked) What are you doing, alien? The Ice Gods... GRAFF: SILENCE!!! These caves will not shelter your scum from my mssile. Now, you made a prophecy, old woman - what was it? SEEKER: "All but one doomed to die. Thus written." (The Graff sticks his staff in the old woman's face) GRAFF: THEN DIE NOW!! (He fires, at point blank range. The guard starts to move as the corpse crashes down, and the Graff spins the staff to face him. The Graff laughs nervously, and puts his staff away.) GRAFF: No, not you soldier. I have a far more honourable purpose for you. So you're the last of my guards, eh? The last of my Levithian invincibles. All the rest are dad, even Sholakh. (catches his breath) Were you with me on Skaan, soldier? GUARD: (with the unmistakable voice of the Doctor) No, sir. GRAFF: So many battles: Skaan, the freighter's labyrinth, Krestus Minor - now THERE was a fight! I remember Sholakh planting my standard in the very heart of the Krestan general! So many battles...so many years...but over now. (He's clearly losing it.) GRAFF: All but one of us doomed to die, soldier. Thus...has it been written. (He pulls out a small grey box. He sets some controls, and it starts beeping. He hands it over to the Doctor-guard.) GRAFF: There is no greater honour, soldier, then to surrender your life in the service of the Graff Vynda-K. (He hugs the Doctor tightly, then turns to walk up the passage. He pauses, looking at the guard one last time.) GRAFF: All but one of us... (He becomes aware of the noises, from outside and above. Horses whinnying. People shouting. Or is he imagining it?) GRAFF: Sholakh...SHOLAKH...SHOLAKH!!!! TO ME, TO ME!!!! CHARGE!!!! ONWARDS!!!! ONWARDS!!!! (He continues through the half-destroyed passage, screaming and raving, accompanied only by delusions and ghosts.) DOCTOR: 3...2...1. (BOOOOMM!!!) (Graff Vynda-K blows apart off-screen. The Doctor bows his head (which makes his helmet fall off). He sighs and lifts what's in his hand - not the bmb the Graff gave him, but the glowing blue jethrik - the first segment of the Key to Time.) 21: EXT. CASTLE FOYER - SOON THEREAFTER (The Doctor, now in his (ab)normal regalia, is on his way to the TARDIS with Romana and K-9 in tow. Garron and Unstoffe (his sht arm in a sling) follow to see them off.) DOCTOR: 4 o'clock and all's well. Goodbye, Garron! GARRON: Doctor... DOCTOR: Yes? GARRON: Doctor, I...I still don't understand. DOCTOR: What don't you understand, Garron? Go on, ask me something. What is it don't you understand? Who came first, the chicken or the egg? Go on, ask me something, ask me something. GARRON: (laughs) Look, how did you manage to switch the jethrik for the thermite pack without the Graff noticing? DOCTOR: Garron...I would've thought you'd have known that. (He waves his hands around.) DOCTOR: Sleight of hand! (The two laugh again.) GARRON: Oh. DOCTOR: I was trained by Mescaline. ROMANA: (cool) Quite clever, really. (The Doctor's mood deflates instantly.) DOCTOR: I do dislike faint praise. It was astoundingly clever, wasn't it Garron? GARRON: Indeed it was, Doctor. Oh, Doctor...? DOCTOR: Yes? GARRON: A favour to beg. You think I might just...handle the jethrik once more? Please? For old time's sake, you know? (Romana's look says "Don't trust him." The Doctor digs around in his pocket anyway, and hands it to him.) GARRON: Oh, it's lovely, isn't it? I'm so reluctant to part with it...oh, dear me. (He hands it back.) GARRON: Oh well, there you are Doctor. Thank you very much. (They hug.) DOCTOR: Goodbye, Garron. GARRON: Oh, goodbye Doctor. DOCTOR: (laughs, to Unstoffe) What's your name? UNSTOFFE: Unstoffe. DOCTOR: Goodbye, Unstoffe. UNSTOFFE: Goodbye, Doctor. (The Doctor breaks the hug and goes into the TARDIS. Romana starts to follow.) K-9: Mistress!! (The little dog is rolling up to the TARDIS as fast as he can.) ROMANA: Come along, K-9. (to the two thieves) Goodbye. GARRON and UNSTOFFE: Goodbye. (K-9 finally makes it in, and Romana shuts the door.) UNSTOFFE: I think, Garron, we HAVE to go straight now. (Garron puts an arm around him.) GARRON: Oh, come, my boy. Don't be downhearted, eh? We haven't done too badly. UNSTOFFE: Haven't done too badly? W-we've lost the jethrik, and we've come out of this without a penny. GARRON: Oh, don't forget that there's a Graff ship - stuffed with 18 years of loot. (Unstoffe brightens up immediately.) UNSTOFFE: You crafty old... (A moaning and wheezing sound interrupts him. Both pairs of eyes turn to the TARDIS, which does its famous disappearing act before them.) UNSTOFFE: That's a qeer take-off. GARRON: Well, thank goodness he's gone. I was afraid he'd notice. UNSTOFFE: Notice what? GARRON: We haven't lost the jethrik. I switched it for a piece of ordinary stone. (They laugh.) GARRON: Yeah, I did! Look! (He pulls it out from his pocket - a piece of ordinary stone. Shaking, he squeezes Unstoffe's hurt shoulder painfully.) GARRON: He switched it back again!! Oh, Unstoffe...is there NOBODY you can trust these days? 22: INT. TARDIS CONSOLE ROOM (Romana gingerly places the glowing blue jethrik on a table. Slowly, carefully, the Doctor prepares to touch the jethrik with the tip of the Key wand.) DOCTOR: Would you like to do it? Here. (He hands her the wand.) ROMANA: Well...perhaps you'd better do it, Doctor. (She hands it back.) DOCTOR: All right...no, you do it. Go on, you do it. I'll just stand here and watch. (He hands it to her again.) ROMANA: (cringes) Right... (She slowly lowers the wand...the tip touches the jethrik...the jethrik begins to glow and hum...and presto!! An irregular crystal block now replaces the jethrik on the table. Romana sighs and picks it up.) DOCTOR: The first segment. (He takes it.) DOCTOR: Simple, wasn't it? Only five more to go. Cue Doctor Who theme playing over energy whirlpool.	{"type": "series", "show": "Doctor Who", "episode": "16x04 - The Ribos Operation - part 4"}	foreverdreaming
THE PIRATE PLANET BY: DOUGLAS ADAMS Part One Original Air Date: 30 September 1978 Running time: 25:05 CAPTAIN: Mister Fibuli! Mister Fibuli! By all the x-ray storms of Vega, where is that nincompoop? TANNOY: Calling Mister Fibuli. Mister Fibuli required on the bridge immediately. CAPTAIN: Moons of madness, why am I encumbered with incompetents? FIBULI: Captain, sir. CAPTAIN: Your report, Mister Fibuli. FIBULI: Yes, sir. I have it. CAPTAIN: Is thirty seconds late. FIBULI: Yes, sir. CAPTAIN: My qualities are many, Mister Fibuli. FIBULI: Oh, yes, sir. I CAPTAIN: But an infinite capacity for patience is not amongst them. FIBULI: I apologise most abjectly, Captain, but I do have good news, sir. CAPTAIN: I hope you do. FIBULI: Well, sir, all deposits of the minerals voolium, galdrium and assetenite four five five have now been mines, processed and stored, sir. Good quantities of aluminas, the usual, sir. Carbon isotopes, etcetera, etcetera. And the residue has been processed CAPTAIN: In the normal way. FIBULI: Way. Here is a list of the minerals, sir. CAPTAIN: Pah! Baubles. Baubles! Dross and baubles! We must find vasilium. We must find madranite one five. FIBULI: Well, sir, we have located a new source. CAPTAIN: Excellent. Excellent. FIBULI: That's what caused the delay, Captain. We wanted to be absolutely certain. It's in an unexpected sector. Here, let me show you this chart. CAPTAIN: We'll mine it. Make immediate preparations. FIBULI: Well, there is something rather curious, Captain. Here is a detailed description of the sector. CAPTAIN: I said we'll mine it, Mister Fibuli! FIBULI: But sir CAPTAIN: Make immediate preparations now or I'll have your bones bleached. Is that clear? FIBULI: Aye, aye, Captain. Thank you, sir. CAPTAIN: Hear this. Now hear this. This is your Captain speaking. CAPTAIN (OOV.): Citizens, prepare yourselves. Watch for the omens. I declare a new golden age of prosperity for all. CITIZENS: Hooray! CAPTAIN (OOV.): I say again, I declare the dawning of a new golden age of prosperity. CITIZENS: Hooray! CAPTAIN: Watch for the omens. CAPTAIN (OOV.): The mines will once again be full of riches. CITIZENS: Hooray. CAPTAIN (OOV.): Richer jewels. CITIZENS: Hooray! CAPTAIN: Finer clothes. CITIZENS: Hooray! CAPTAIN: Food in greater abundance. CITIZENS: Hooray! CAPTAIN: Wealth beyond the dreams of avarice will be yours. CITIZENS: Hooray! MENTIAD: Brothers, are we agreed? BROTHERS: Oh yes. MENTIAD: We have found another. Brothers, the days grow dark. The time of evil is once more come. We must prepare. BROTHERS: We must prepare. DOCTOR: There you are, K9. The first segment of the Key to Time. A job well done. K9: Correction, master. A job well done to the extent of naught point one six six six six six DOCTOR: Yes, yes, yes. The others will be easy. A piece of cake. K9: Piece of cake, master? DOCTOR: Mmm. K9: Piece of cake. Radial segment of baked confection. Coefficient and relevance to the Key of Time, zero. DOCTOR: That's what I said, K9. Piece of cake. DOCTOR: Good morrow, Romana. That looks interesting. ROMANA: Good morning, Doctor. DOCTOR: What are you reading? ROMANA: Oh, just familiarising myself with the technical details of this capsule. DOCTOR: Capsule? What kind of a word is that? If you mean TARDIS, why don't you say TARDIS? ROMANA: The Type Forty capsule wasn't on the main syllabus, you see. DOCTOR: Not on the syllabus. I don't know what the Academy's coming to these days. ROMANA: Veteran and vintage vehicles was an optional extra. I preferred something more interesting. DOCTOR: Really? Like what? ROMANA: Oh, the lifecycle of the Gallifreyan flutterwing. DOCTOR: Now you're being frivolous. ROMANA: I wouldn't dream of it. DOCTOR: Oh, no! ROMANA: What? DOCTOR: How paralysingly dull, boring and tedious. ROMANA: Oh, our next destination? DOCTOR: Yes. Calufrax. ROMANA: Calufrax? DOCTOR: Yes. Mean little planet. Still. Listen, why don't you watch while I set the coordinate on this vintage veteran of mine? Maybe you'll learn something. ROMANA: Right. Er, Doctor? DOCTOR: Hmm? ROMANA: What about the synchronic feedback checking circuit? DOCTOR: What about it? ROMANA: Aren't you going to set it? DOCTOR: No, no, no. I never bother about that. Complete waste of time. ROMANA: Oh. According to the manual, it's essential. DOCTOR: Listen, have you any idea how long I've been operating this TARDIS? ROMANA: Five hundred and twenty three years. DOCTOR: Right! Is it really that long? My, how time flies. ROMANA: Hasn't it. And the multiloop sab? DOCTOR: What? ROMANA: Multiloop sab. It says here, on any capsule it will be found impossible to effect a smooth materialisation without first activating the multiloop sab. DOCTOR: Oh. Absolute rubbish. DOCTOR: Now, I'll show you a really smooth materialisation without a multiloop anything. Watch this. Calufrax, here we come. ROMANA: What's happening? DOCTOR: She won't materialise. K9: Danger, master, danger. DOCTOR: Of course, K9, of course. Ow! ROMANA: Something wrong? DOCTOR: No, no, no, no. Nothing at all. CAPTAIN: Imbeciles! Fools! Thrice worse than incompetent idiots! What pernicious injury have you inflicted on my precious engines! Mister Fibuli! FIBULI: Captain. CAPTAIN: Are you trying to scuttle this planet? FIBULI: No, sir. I've run a quick inspection, sir, and the, er, the actual damage isn't as bad as we CAPTAIN: Do not trifle with me, Mister Fibuli. What happened? FIBULI: As far as we can tell, sir, some freak local disturbance, probably electromagnetic. CAPTAIN: What? FIBULI: It passed very quickly. CAPTAIN: Idle prattlings, Mister Fibuli. I will know the truth! CAPTAIN: Oscilloscope readings. There, Mister Fibuli, there's your local electromagnetic disturbance. What do you make of those readings? FIBULI: That's extraordinary. CAPTAIN: See? For ten seconds the entire fabric of the space time continuum was ripped apart. Panaccenteration readings, critical overload, every system jammed solid. Gravity dilation readings. There, Mister Fibuli. Can you explain those figures? FIBULI: Not off the top of my head, sir. CAPTAIN: No? And why not? Because for ten seconds the whole infrastructure of quantum physics was in retreat. Find out what happened, Mister Fibuli, and find out fast, or by all the fires of night, I'll have that skull off you! DOCTOR: Not so. I am perfectly capable of admitting when I am wrong. ROMANA: Oh. DOCTOR: Yes. Only this time I wasn't. There was definitely something out there jamming our materialisation field. ROMANA: Oh, that's what it was. DOCTOR: Yes. Yes, that's what it was. Yes. Whatever it was, it wasn't a multiloop whatsit or anything else to do with that manual. ROMANA: No, of course not. May I try? DOCTOR: What, by the book? ROMANA: Yes. DOCTOR: Yes, all right, all right. You do it your way. ROMANA: Thank you, Doctor. DOCTOR: You'll see. There's definitely something out there jamming our materialisation field. ROMANA: Right. Synchronic feedback. DOCTOR: Won't make a scrap of difference. ROMANA: We'll see. Multiloop sab. DOCTOR: Look out, K9. Hold on. ROMANA: Now. ROMANA: Well? DOCTOR: Good. ROMANA: Thank you, Doctor. DOCTOR: That was very, very good. Wasn't that good, K9? K9: Very, very, very good, master. DOCTOR: Oh, terribly good. Listen, I think she's going to be all right. Very all right. K9: Very, very all right. ROMANA: Shall we have a look at Calufrax now? DOCTOR: Oh, all right then. Let's get it over with. Horrible place. Cold, wet, icy. No life of any sort. Boring. ROMANA: It looks very pleasant to me. DOCTOR: What? Calufrax? You have made an enormous mistake. You've probably, you've probably missed it by a couple of million light years! DOCTOR: I wonder what's biting him? BROTHERS: Life force dying. Life force dying. BROTHERS: Life force dying. Life force dying. Life force dying. Life force dying. Life force dying. Life force dying! BALATON: Calm yourself, Pralix. You must calm yourself. MULA: He's much worse than last time, Grandfather. Pralix, can't you hear us? Tell us what's wrong. BALATON: It is a mistake to ask too many questions. MULA: That's your answer to everything, isn't it? BALATON: I have no need for answers, for all I ask is a quiet life. Pralix, Pralix, you must calm yourself. Calm yourself. DOCTOR: That's strange. ROMANA: Well? DOCTOR: Can't be right. It is right. But it can't be, can it? ROMANA: Have you decided where we are, Doctor? DOCTOR: Well, according to these space time coordinates, we have arrived at precisely the right point in space at precisely the right time. ROMANA: Yes, I know. DOCTOR: But to the wrong planet. ROMANA: What? DOCTOR: This isn't Calufrax. ROMANA: Then where are we? DOCTOR: I haven't got the faintest idea. All I do know is that this planet wasn't here when I tried to land. BALATON: People will hear. Oh dear, I'm sure people can hear. MULA: Grandfather, Pralix is very ill and all you can think about is what will happen if the neighbours hear. BALATON: You know very well what will happen. MULA: Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? BALATON: Oh, Mula, don't spoil everything by asking so many questions. I think I'm going to lose one grandchild already. Please don't let it be both of you. Just settle down and enjoy what life gives you so freely. MULA: Listen, someone's coming. BALATON: Quickly, the curtains. KIMUS: Balaton? MULA: Kimus! Thank goodness it's only you. KIMUS: Only me? What's wrong with him? MULA: We thought that KIMUS: What? MULA: Never mind. KIMUS: Pralix. PRALIX (OOV.): Life force is dying. Life force dying. Life force dying! KIMUS: Again? MENTIAD: We have an intruder. And wait, there is another. We must act. Act at once. ROMANA: Uninhabited, ice-coated planet? DOCTOR: Yes. ROMANA: Well, we've certainly come to the right place. The signal's coming from everywhere. DOCTOR: Never trust gimmicky gadgets. K9: Sentient life form approaching. ROMANA: What? DOCTOR: It's all right. It just means someone's coming. ROMANA: I know what it means. Excuse me. DOCTOR: No, no, excuse me. I'll do it. DOCTOR: Excuse me. Would you take me to your leader? What we'd like to know, you see, is what planet? DOCTOR: Halt! What we DOCTOR: You're not doing very well, K9. K9: Master? DOCTOR: No. K9: Suggestion, master. DOCTOR: What? K9: Suggest you allow mistress to make contact. DOCTOR: Nonsense! Making contact with an alien race is an immensely skilled and delicate operation. It calls for tact and experience. What would she know about it? ROMANA: Hello. Excuse me. MAN: Yes? K9: She is prettier than you, master. DOCTOR: Is she? What's that got to do with it. MAN: It's a new golden age, you see. A golden age of prosperity. I must say, I still get very excited about it all. I know we have them rather often now, but that's because of the Captain's great goodness, you see. DOCTOR: Excuse me. ROMANA: Just a minute. The Captain? MAN: Oh, yes. It's the Captain who does it all for us, and it really was spectacular this time. The omens. The skies shook with lightning. We are going to be very rich. Very, very rich. ROMANA: What, just like that? Because of lights in the sky? MAN: Oh, yes. That's the way it always happens. Here, have some diamonds. And yes, I've got a ruby. Suit a pretty girl like you. ROMANA: Oh! Thank you very much. DOCTOR: Excuse me. ROMANA: Would you like some jelly babies? DOCTOR: Thank you very much. Excuse me. MAN: What are they? DOCTOR: Sweets. You eat them. Go on. MAN: Oh, thank you. (he takes four) Well, I'll be late for the feasts. Nice to meet you. Watch out for the Mentiads. ROMANA: The who? DOCTOR: Er, excuse me! What I'd like to know. Where did you get those jelly babies? ROMANA: Same place you get them. DOCTOR: Where? ROMANA: Your pocket. DOCTOR: Look, good looks are no substitute for a sound character. Did he say anything about omens? ROMANA: Omens in the sky. DOCTOR: Really? GUARD: Where did you get those? MAN: Er, back there, sir. DOCTOR: I think that these stones are genuine. What do you think, K9? K9: Affirmative, master. The clear ones are the diamonds and the red ones are the rubies. DOCTOR: Oh, thank you very much. And what colour are the amethysts? K9: Purple, master. DOCTOR: Affirmative. DOCTOR: Extraordinary. The place is littered with them. Diamonds, Andromedan bloodstones, gravel, more diamonds. Don't they have street sweepers here? ROMANA: Well, perhaps these stones aren't valuable here, Doctor. DOCTOR: Diamonds and rubies not valuable? ROMANA: What's this? K9: Oolian, mistress. ROMANA: Oolian? DOCTOR: Oolian? K9: Affirmative. DOCTOR: Oolian? Now that is rare. That's one of the most precious stones in the galaxy. It only occurs naturally in two places that I know of. Qualactin and Bandraginus Five. Bandraginus Five? Where have I heard that mentioned recently? ROMANA: It's beautiful. DOCTOR: Yeah, hold it up to the light. People have mrder for that beauty, ravaged empires for it, and lying in the streets exactly where I wasn't expecting to find it. I wonder where Calufrax got to? MULA: Poor Pralix. Why? What does it all mean? BALATON: Why should it mean anything? It's just the way life is. Accept it. KIMUS: Oh yes, we can have anything we want, can't we, apart from the freedom to think for ourselves. I'd like to know what I'm accepting, old man. BALATON: I remember when I was a lad. Now things were very different then. You think you have no freedom now? You ought to have been here under old Queen Xanxia. MULA: Shush, both of you. Think of poor Pralix. He must have quietness. KIMUS: Why? We've all been quiet for too long, and for what? KIMUS: Pretty clothes? Pockets full of useless trinkets? That isn't what life ought to be about. BALATON: Kimus, you are a dangerous fool. Don't listen to him, Mula. If you love your brother, you must shelter him, hide him, protect him from the Mentiads. Remember what happened to your father. MULA: My father didn't fall into the hands of the Mentiads. BALATON: No. MULA: He was sht by the Captain's guards. BALATON: To save him from the Mentiads. At least he died a clean death. It was an act of mercy by the Captain. KIMUS: Oh well, thank you, O merciful Captain, for so kindly having Mula's father sht down in the street like a dog. BALATON: Listen, Kimus, let me tell you this. I would cheerfully strangle Pralix with my own hands to save him from those, those MENTIAD: Brothers, the Vigil of Evil is accomplished. The one called Pralix must be harvested. The Time of Knowing shall be soon, and fast upon that shall follow the Time of Vengeance. Vengeance for the crimes of Zanak! BROTHERS: Vengeance for the crimes of Zanak. DOCTOR: Excuse me, have you seen Calufrax? DOCTOR: It's sort of planet, about fourteen thousand kilometres across, oblate spheroid. DOCTOR: Excuse me, I'm looking for a planet called Calufrax. DOCTOR: It's about fourteen thousand kilometres across, it's an oblate spheroid and it's covered in ice. Excuse me, excuse me. Has anybody seen a planet called Calufrax? Funny, nobody's seen it. PRALIX (OOV.): The life force is dad! The life force is dad! DOCTOR: Well, someone's around, anyway. PRALIX (OOV.): We're all mrder! mrder! ROMANA: It came from over there. DOCTOR: Over there? You stay here. I'll go and see. BALATON: We're done for! They must be nearly here! They'll take him as they tried to take your father! MULA: We must hide him. KIMUS: We can't hide him forever. DOCTOR: Excuse me, are you sure this planet's meant to be here? GUARD: This is a forbidden object. ROMANA: Why? GUARD: That is a forbidden question. You are a stranger? ROMANA: Well, yes. GUARD: Strangers are forbidden. ROMANA: I did come with the Doctor. GUARD: Who is ROMANA: Ah, now, don't tell me. Doctors are forbidden as well. GUARD: You are under arrest. Come. ROMANA: No, K9, you mustn't. GUARD: What did you say? ROMANA: What I said was, no K9, you mustn't (pause) fetch the Doctor. GUARD: You're mad. Move. CAPTAIN: We're surrounded by incompetents, you and I. Incompetents and fools. You're my only true friend. Never mind. Not long now. Not long now before it's finished and we'll be free. FIBULI: Captain! Captain, sir. CAPTAIN: Speak! FIBULI: The Mentiads are marching, sir. CAPTAIN: Vultures of death! Ghouls! FIBULI: They must have located another rogue telepath. Channel twenty one, sir. Sector five. CAPTAIN: Sector five. The Mentiads are heading towards sector five. The telepath must not be taken. Find him and destroy him, or by all the suns that blaze, I'll tear you apart, molecule from molecule. CAPTAIN: Idiot! Brainless fool! All guards, the Mentiads are heading towards sector six. Find the telepath. Find him and destroy him! DOCTOR: He's in a state of shock. MULA: He does this every time the Captain announces a new golden age of prosperity. DOCTOR: What, every time? MULA: Well, the last two or three times, yes. DOCTOR: Hmm. Tell me about this Captain. Pleasant sort of chap, is he? MULA: We've never seen him. BALATON: But he is great and good. He looks after us and makes us rich. KIMUS: Huh. He makes us his fools. DOCTOR: Really? That's a very interesting observation. PRALIX: The Mentiads! DOCTOR: Mentiads? I've heard that somewhere before. CAPTAIN: Find him! Find him! Find him and destroy him! Search sector six. FIBULI: Er, seven. CAPTAIN: Search sector seven. CAPTAIN: What the planet's bane is that? CAPTAIN: Search that house. K9: Master. BALATON: Save us! Captain, save us! KIMUS: What is it? DOCTOR: No, no, no, it's all right. It's all right, it's a friend of mine. Aren't you a friend of mine, K9? K9: Affirmative, master. Friend. DOCTOR: Now then, tell me about the Mentiads. BALATON: They are evil zombies. They have terrible powers. K9: Master. PRALIX: Mentiads! They're coming. K9: Mistress is in danger. DOCTOR: Pralix, what do the Mentiads want of you? What is it? MULA: Kimus! Kimus! GUARD: That's him. sh*t! DOCTOR: How long have you stunned them for, K9? K9: Indefinitely, master. DOCTOR: Good, good. Evil zombies? Terrible powers? KIMUS: They're not Mentiads. They were the Captain's guards. PRALIX: The Mentiads! DOCTOR: Pralix. Pralix, what is it? BALATON: We must hide him. We must hide him. They must be nearly here. Oh, the Captain's way was better. MULA: Listen, they're coming. There's no way we can hide him. KIMUS: No, you're cowards, both of you. We must fight. DOCTOR: Pralix, can you hear my voice? KIMUS: We're not going to be pampered frightened vegetables any more. We've got friends now. DOCTOR: Pralix. Pralix, can you hear my voice? What is it? Hello? Hello. Are you by any chance the Mentiads? Well, it's just that you look like Mentiads to me. DOCTOR: You see, what I thought was that er...	{"type": "series", "show": "Doctor Who", "episode": "16x05 - The Pirate Planet - part 1"}	foreverdreaming
THE PIRATE PLANET BY: DOUGLAS ADAMS Part Two Original Air Date: 7 October 1978 Running time: 25:30 CAPTAIN: Gentlemen, the rogue telepath has not been destroyed. I ordered that he should be so. He's been allowed to fall into the hands of the Mentiads. I ordered that he should not be so allowed. Failure is something I find very hard to come to terms with. Right, Mister Fibuli? FIBULI: Oh yes, sir. Very true, sir. CAPTAIN: By all the flaming moons of Heretes, not two hours since you very nearly blew up every engine in this mountain! FIBULI: Yes, sir, but the cause was external. You said that yourself. Something extraordinary happened to the whole fabric of the space time continuum at that moment. CAPTAIN: Have you discovered the cause of that yet? FIBULI: Not yet, sir. Busy working on it, sir. CAPTAIN: Then you have failed to find it, Mister Fibuli. CAPTAIN: Failed, failed, failed! When someone fails me, someone dies! CAPTAIN: I hope you find the cause very soon, Mister Fibuli. I hope you will not fail me again. KIMUS: Doctor. DOCTOR: Shush. K9: Master. DOCTOR: What ht me? KIMUS: The Mentiads did something. I don't know what I can tell you. DOCTOR: I wasn't asking you. What ht me, K9? K9: A gestalt generated psychokinetic blast, master, on a wavelength of three three eight point seven nine micropars with oka-interference patterns reaching a peak power level of five three four seven point two on the Vantalla psychoscale. DOCTOR: Five four three point seven two? K9: Affirmative, master. DOCTOR: (to camera) That's what I thought. BALATON: Pralix has gone. The Mentiads have taken him. DOCTOR: Don't worry, don't worry, I'll find him. KIMUS: That's if he's still alive. DOCTOR: Do you know where the Mentiads live? KIMUS: No. They just arrive in the city and then depart. They're all too scared to follow them. DOCTOR: They? Who's they? KIMUS: The cowards who live in this city. DOCTOR: You're not frightened? KIMUS: No. DOCTOR: You just didn't get round to it, is that it? KIMUS: I mean I will follow them. DOCTOR: So will I. MULA: And so will I. BALATON: No, Mula. Haven't we lost enough already? K9: Master? DOCTOR: Not now, K9, not now. Now, K9, can you track the Mentiads by their psychospore? K9: Affirmative, master. Psychokinetic energy on that level leaves considerable disturbance in the ether. DOCTOR: Excellent, excellent. Right, who's coming? Kimus? Mula? Balaton? BALATON: No, I don't want any part of this madness. I don't want to hear Mentiads, guards, madness. DOCTOR: All right, all right. Romana? Romana? Where's Romana? K9: She has been arrested, master. DOCTOR: What? K9: She sent me to inform you. DOCTOR: Why didn't you? K9: I made four attempts, master, but you would not allow me to tell you, master. DOCTOR: It just means two rescue attempts. After all, Romana has the tracer, you see. Now, where will they have taken her? MULA: To the Bridge. KIMUS: No one ever comes back from the Bridge. MULA: Except the guards. DOCTOR: No one? GUARD: Get in. ROMANA: I shall take that as an invitation. ROMANA: Thank you. Will you drive? I assume you know where we're going. DOCTOR: Right. Heads we go after Romana first, tails we go after Pralix first, hmm? MULA: Tails. DOCTOR: Heads. MULA: How can you take such a dangerous decision like that, just leaving it to chance. DOCTOR: Two kings on Aldebaran Three. MULA: That's not fair. DOCTOR: Oh yes, it is. If my guess is correct, Romana's in much greater danger than Pralix. Now, how do we get to this Bridge? MULA: I'm not going there. I'm going after Pralix. DOCTOR: But Mula MULA: I'll find my own way! KIMUS: Oh, it's no use once she's made up her mind. I'll have to go after her myself. DOCTOR: No, no, no, you stay here. KIMUS: But Mula needs me. DOCTOR: I need you here. It'll be all right. K9? K9: Master. DOCTOR: I'm putting Mula in your charge. Take her to the Mentiads but look after her. Is that clearly understood? K9: Affirmative, master. DOCTOR: Off you go. We'll follow along later. ROMANA: I had an aircar rather like this once. It was a present for my seventieth birthday. Did you know that if you realign the magnetic vectors and fit a polarity oscillator, you get twice the speed for half the energy. KIMUS: That's the Bridge, up there. DOCTOR: How do we get to it? KIMUS: We don't. DOCTOR: One of those, is it? How do the guards get there? KIMUS: In their aircars, of course. DOCTOR: Aircars? KIMUS: Yes. DOCTOR: Aircars? KIMUS: There's one over there. DOCTOR: Help me borrow it. KIMUS: Borrow it? That's the Captain's. DOCTOR: Well, I don't mind going first class, do you? KIMUS: No. DOCTOR: Come on. DOCTOR: Bye, bye! FIBULI: Er, Captain? Captain, sir. CAPTAIN: Speak. FIBULI: Bad news, sir. CAPTAIN: By the horns of the prophet Balag, speak! FIBULI: The macromat field integrator has burnt out, sir. It's one of the four components we can't replace ourselves, sir. Well, we are faced with two alternatives, Captain. Three alternatives. We can try to find a new macromat field integrator, though I can't envisage how we would do that. Alternatively, there is a very rare mineral, PJX one eight, which would conceivably do the same job as the integrator, if we could find any. Either way, sir, in our current condition we could only possibly make one more jump and that would be risky in the extreme. CAPTAIN: And the third alternative, Mister Fibuli? FIBULI: Is for Zanak to settle where it is, sir. CAPTAIN: No, by the sky demon! I say no! KIMUS: Hey, this is marvellous. Freedom at last! DOCTOR: You're not free yet. KIMUS: Free to think. It's amazing. The city looks so pretty from up here. Yes, even the mines do. You know, that's our entire life. DOCTOR: Tell me about those mines. KIMUS: Well, we extract all the raw material that we need from them. DOCTOR: Who goes down them? Do you go down? KIMUS: No. DOCTOR: Mentiads? KIMUS: No. DOCTOR: No one? KIMUS: No. They're automated, you see. We just run the equipment. DOCTOR: What happens when they run out? KIMUS: The Captain announces a new golden age of prosperity. They just fill up again. DOCTOR: What, just like that? KIMUS: Yeah. Well, you don't think that's wrong, do you? DOCTOR: Wrong? It's an economic miracle. Of course it's wrong. KIMUS: Oh. Oh then, of course, the lights change. DOCTOR: What lights? KIMUS: You know, the lights. The ones on the sky at night. Little points of light. DOCTOR: Do you mean the stars? KIMUS: Look down there. I think there's some sort of entrance into the mountain. DOCTOR: Might be the way to the Bridge. KIMUS: Say, you're very good at this. Do you drive these things for a living? DOCTOR: No. I save planets, mostly, but this time I think I've arrived far, far too late. CAPTAIN: What is your function? ROMANA: Well, as a Time Lord, I can travel about in space and, of course CAPTAIN: Pah! Common space urchin. Pah! You shall die. ROMANA: And of course, time. Hence Time Lord. CAPTAIN: Time travel? You expect me to believe such nonsense? ROMANA: Yes, it is a difficult concept. CAPTAIN: The insolent breath of idle fantasy! Death comes now! NURSE: Captain? Captain? The excitement of more than one execution in a day is bad for your blood pressure. Perhaps you should postpone it till tomorrow. CAPTAIN: Postpone? NURSE: Yes. I think her story sounds quite interesting, even if it is idle fantasy. Why don't you ask her how this machine she mentions travels. CAPTAIN: Speak. ROMANA: Well, roughly speaking, and putting it terribly simply, it dematerialises in one location, passes through a space time vortex and then rematerialises again in a new location. NURSE: I think that sounds terribly interesting. Don't you? DOCTOR: Well? KIMUS: It's locked. We'll never get it open. It's impossible. DOCTOR: Huh. Impossible? That means it'll take seventy three seconds. We can ill afford it. Move over. KIMUS: What, you mean you can open it? DOCTOR: Well, of course I can open it. It's just a question of how. KIMUS: How? DOCTOR: I haven't got the faintest idea. DOCTOR: Hmm. KIMUS: But it's still locked. DOCTOR: I haven't finished yet. Bent hairpin. The more sophisticated the technology, the more vulnerable it is to primitive attck. People often overlook the obvious. KIMUS: Doctor, that's amazing. DOCTOR: Shall we go? ROMANA: Well, whatever it is, it's obviously burnt out. CAPTAIN: A whining infant could tell me that. Your time is running out. ROMANA: I'm sorry. I was never any good at antiques. It's probably just an old macromat field integrator or something. FIBULI: Captain, she does know. CAPTAIN: By the beard of the sky demon, the jaws of death were hot about your neck. ROMANA: That must be part of a massive dematerialisation circuit. CAPTAIN: It is part of a system that transports us instantly through space. ROMANA: You mean the whole mountain? You take this whole mountain with you through space? Amazing. KIMUS: Doctor, this goes on for ever. DOCTOR: Yes, it certainly looks like it. KIMUS: Come on, we'd better hurry. KIMUS: Doctor, what's happening? DOCTOR: Come on. DOCTOR: Kimus, I want you to do something very important for me. KIMUS: Yes. DOCTOR: Go out to the aircar, fetch the guard's gn KIMUS: Right! DOCTOR: Stand outside on guard. KIMUS: Ah, no, Doctor, I'd rather come with you. DOCTOR: No, no, no, no, no. That's the most valuable thing you can do. There are so many things here you can't understand, and a linear induction corridor is one of them. DOCTOR: See you later. DOCTOR: I'll never be cruel to an electron in a particle accelerator again. DOCTOR: Good heavens. Ah, of course. It isn't a linear induction corridor. It must work by neutralising inertia. DOCTOR: A lift? CAPTAIN: Do you think she can repair it, Mister Fibuli? FIBULI: Well, sir, in my opinion it's irreparable, but it occurs to me she must have something similar aboard her own vessel. CAPTAIN: Girl! What is your diagnosis? Can it be repaired? ROMANA: Repaired? Yes, I should think so. You'd have to ask the Doctor, though. CAPTAIN: Doctor? Are there more intruders upon this planet? ROMANA: Oh yes. I'm only his assistant. He's the one you should be talking to. Or rather, listening to, if you have the stamina. CAPTAIN: All guards on alert! There is an intruder on the planet. His name is the Doctor. I repeat, the Doctor. CAPTAIN: He must be found and brought to the bridge instantly. GUARD: We must find the Doctor. DOCTOR: Hello, hello. FIBULI: Hello. DOCTOR: (to Fibuli) I'm the Doctor. Delighted to meet you. Heard so much about what a splendid chap you are. I see, I see you've met my assistant, Romana. Getting on like a house on fre, are you? She's a lovely girl. What a splendid place you've got here. Are you having a spot of bother? CAPTAIN: Seize him! DOCTOR: Such hospitality. I'm underwhelmed. CAPTAIN: Doctor, beware. Your manner appeals only to the homicidal side of my nature. DOCTOR: My manners are impeccable. ROMANA: Doctor, I think this is the root of the trouble. DOCTOR: Macromat field integrator. Has the whizz-bang gone wrong? ROMANA: Yes, and the amblicyclic photon bridge. DOCTOR: And the amblicyclic photon? Would you mind if I examined its locus? CAPTAIN: Locus? DOCTOR: Locus. FIBULI: There, there, Captain. CAPTAIN: Release him. Take them to the engine room. If they make one mistake, kll them. ROMANA: Oh, Mister Fibuli? DOCTOR: Whoa. Look at that, Romana. ROMANA: Amazing. I suppose you're going to tell me you've seen it all before. DOCTOR: No, actually. Not like this. ROMANA: Really? DOCTOR: Really. I suspected something of the kind. Come on, let's look busy. ROMANA: What do you mean, you suspected DOCTOR: Shush. ROMANA: What do you mean, you suspected. DOCTOR: (loud) Gravitic anomalising input reading, nine point five. (quietly) Nine point five. ROMANA: (loud) Gravitic anomalising input reading nine point five, check. DOCTOR: I mean I had my suspicions. ROMANA: You mean you knew they were here? You knew that this mountain's really a spaceship and it's broken down? DOCTOR: More or less, yes. ROMANA: But how? How did you know? DOCTOR: Well, I just put one point seven nine five three seven two and two point two oh four six two eight together. ROMANA: And what does that mean? DOCTOR: Four! ROMANA: Four! FIBULI: What are they after, Captain, and what do they want here? CAPTAIN: That is what we must find out. We must let them lead us into their vessel. The guards have tried to gain entry to it but have failed, so we must allow them a little rope. DOCTOR: Romana? ROMANA: Hmm? DOCTOR: We are in very, very, very great danger. ROMANA: What, from the Captain? DOCTOR: Yes. ROMANA: Oh, he's just a terrible old bully. All that by the evil nose of the sky demon nonsense is just bluster. DOCTOR: The Captain is a very clever and very dangerous man. He's playing with us. He wants to find out why we've come here. ROMANA: The reason why we've come here is to find the second segment of the key, in case you'd forgotten. Getting involved in all this DOCTOR: Is the only way to find it. What does the tracer say? ROMANA: I just don't understand it. It seems to give out a continuous signal wherever we go. DOCTOR: What? That's it, then. ROMANA: What? DOCTOR: The answer. Romana, we've stumbled on one of the most heinous crimes ever committed in this galaxy. We've got to get out of here and get out of here quickly. Come on. DOCTOR: Ahem. Er, Captain? Your magnifactoid eccentricolometer's definitely on the blink. CAPTAIN: You know what will happen if I even begin to suspect you of sabotage? DOCTOR: Sabotage? Captain, it's more than my reputation's worth. CAPTAIN: Or your life? DOCTOR: Or my life, as you say. Yes, yes. We've got to go back to our own ship now and prepare some special equipment. CAPTAIN: The girl stays here. DOCTOR: Well, I'm afraid that's not possible. You see, we have a special lock fitted to the TARDIS door, and it requires the physical presence of both of us to open it. That's clever, don't you think? CAPTAIN: Guards, escort them to their ship. Any attempt to escape is to be met with instant obliteration. DOCTOR: It's a pleasure to work with you, Captain. Well, come on. Don't just stand there, escort us. DOCTOR: Standing around all day looking tough must be very wearing on the nerves, hmm? DOCTOR: I said, standing around all day looking tough must be very wearing on the nerves! DOCTOR: Long hours, volence, no intellectual stimulation. KIMUS: Doctor! DOCTOR: And now this happens. DOCTOR: (to fallen guard) I'd give it up if I were you. Kimus? KIMUS: Doctor? DOCTOR: We've got a lot of travelling to do. KIMUS: Where are we going? DOCTOR: To investigate your miraculous mines. Come on. K9: This is where the Mentiad psychospore ends. MULA: You mean they live there? The Mentiads? K9: Affirmative. CAPTAIN: Escaped? Escaped? Your incompetence beggars the imagination! Teeth of the devil, there will be blood for this. There will be blood! KIMUS: This way. The interior of the mines are fully automated. There is an ancient lift shaft, but nobody's used it in living memory. ROMANA: Why not? KIMUS: The penalty is death. DOCTOR: Huh. I can see there wouldn't be much incentive. DOCTOR: You know, I think that'll work. Let's see. DOCTOR: Right. Now hold on very tight. FIBULI: Captain, they're in the mineshaft. CAPTAIN: The mineshaft. Moons of madness! Mister Fibuli? FIBULI: Yes, sir. CAPTAIN: We must find a way of breaking into their vessel without their help. Once they have seen what lies at the bottom of the mineshaft, they must never leave alive. Never! Guards, the intruders in the mineshaft must be obliterated! ROMANA: Where are we, Doctor? DOCTOR: About three miles beneath the surface of Zanak, I'd say. ROMANA: Three miles? DOCTOR: Yes. ROMANA: But it's so cold. DOCTOR: Yes. And wet and icy. Ah! Romana, this entire planet's hollow. ROMANA: Hollow? DOCTOR: Yes, hollow. Hollow! Can't you work it out? Go on, take a look. Go on, look. Look! You all right? KIMUS: It's all beyond me, Doctor. I don't know where I am. ROMANA: It's frozen ground, Doctor. I don't understand. Cold, wet. DOCTOR: Come here and listen. Now listen, Kimus. The reason the stars in your sky change is because they don't. KIMUS: They don't? DOCTOR: No. Your entire planet jumps through space ROMANA: Those engines! DOCTOR: Yes, those engines. Huge enough to dematerialise an entire hollow planet, flip it halfway across the galaxy and rematerialise it round its chosen prey. ROMANA: You mean other planets? DOCTOR: Yes, like a huge fist. It's one huge mining machine that mines planets, extracts all the valuable minerals and leaves the rubble behind. ROMANA: Then what we're standing on now DOCTOR: Is the planet we originally came looking for. DOCTOR + ROMANA: Calufrax. ROMANA: Buried inside Zanak? DOCTOR: Buried inside Zanak, the pirate planet, and having the goodness sucked out of it. KIMUS: Do you mean that whole other worlds have died to make us rich? Whole other worlds like ours? DOCTOR: Whole other worlds. ROMANA: Some of them inhabited. DOCTOR: The oolian stone I picked up in the street. Bandraginus Five! I knew I'd heard that name somewhere before. I remember now. About a hundred years ago it disappeared without trace. A planet of a thousand million souls, Captain fodder. KIMUS: Bandraginus Five, by every last breath in my body, you'll be avenged. ROMANA: Doctor? DOCTOR: Yes? ROMANA: The tracer, it's gone mad. The second segment must be down here somewhere. DOCTOR: Yes, I thought so. KIMUS: Doctor! GUARD: There they are! kll them! kll them! kll them! MENTIAD: Doctor, we have come for you.	{"type": "series", "show": "Doctor Who", "episode": "16x06 - The Pirate Planet - part 2"}	foreverdreaming
THE PIRATE PLANET BY: DOUGLAS ADAMS Part Three Original Air Date: 14 October 1978 Running time: 25:47 KIMUS: Pralix? Pralix, what? GUARD: We will kll them. kll them all. KIMUS: Pralix, what have they done to you? PRALIX: Hurry. The force wall will not last long. ROMANA: They're on our side. DOCTOR: I thought as much. KIMUS: But I don't understand. DOCTOR: Exciting, isn't it. K9: Master? MULA: What is it? K9: The Mentiads have located Doctor master. They're approaching. MULA: How can you tell? I didn't hear anything. K9: The Doctor master has very distinctive heartbeats. Estimated time of arrival twenty one point nine seconds. MULA: I can't get over the Mentiads. All my life I've been taught to hate and loathe them. K9: The Doctor would not have instructed me to conduct you to them if he had not thought it safe. Twelve seconds. MULA: But how could he possibly know? K9: My subsequent analysis of their brainwave patterns indicated no malice when they attcked him. MULA: You mean they slammed him to the wall with good vibrations? K9: Affirmative. Arrival imminent. DOCTOR: Hello, K9. Surprised to see us? K9: Amazed, master. DOCTOR: There you are. Didn't I say he'd be amazed? GUARD: Captain? Captain, sir. We were attcked in the mines. The Doctor has escaped with the Mentiads. CAPTAIN: With the Mentiads? CAPTAIN: Incompetent fools. MENTIAD: Doctor, did you bring us the understanding we seek? For generation upon generation, our planet has been assailed by a nameless evil. We would know it's name. DOCTOR: Its name's the Captain. You know that. Why haven't you kicked him out? MENTIAD: Because his evil is beyond our comprehension. Strange images haunt our brains, and yet, when a new Mentiad presence appears amongst the people, we know we must find him and protect him. PRALIX: They found me just in time. MENTIAD: With each new Mentiad we grow stronger, but still the understanding evades us. We're constricted by the people's hatred. DOCTOR: A gestalt. A telepathic gestalt! KIMUS: A g what? K9: Many minds combine together telepathically to form a single entity. ROMANA: The power of a gestalt is enormous. PRALIX: Can you help us, Doctor? We are powerless unless we understand. Can you tell us what's happening to Zanak? DOCTOR: Yes. Zanak's just a shell of a planet, a complete hollow. PRALIX: Hollow? DOCTOR: Yes, but very rarely empty. Now, listen. There are vast transmat engines hidden underneath the Captain's mountain. ROMANA: Yes. They make the entire planet suddenly drop out of the space dimension. Vanish. MULA: Vanish? Is that possible? DOCTOR: Yes, but you don't notice that, you see, because you're part of it. Now listen. At almost the same moment it vanishes, it rematerialises in another part of the galaxy around another, slightly smaller, planet. ROMANA: In this case, a planet called Calufrax. DOCTOR: Yes. So your planet ROMANA: Zanak. Just helping you along, Doctor. DOCTOR: Yes. So your planet MULA: Zanak. DOCTOR: Yes. Having materialised around the other planet, smothers it, crushes it, and mines all the mineral wealth out of it. MULA: Just like an enormous leech. DOCTOR: Yes. KIMUS: And that's when the lights change. MULA: The omens! DOCTOR: Yes. The omens mean the death of another planet. CAPTAIN: By the blood of the sky demon, we've been queasy fools. We should have obliterated the Mentiads years ago and rid ourselves of their sickly power. FIBULI: But Captain, we have tried many times in the past. CAPTAIN: And failed, Mister Fibuli, and failed. FIBULI: Captain, you said yourself it was a question of priorities. CAPTAIN: I said! You dare to lay the rotting fruits of your own incompetence at my door? FIBULI: Captain, in your wisdom, you observed that whilst the Mentiads lay dormant with no leader and no purpose, we were well enough protected. CAPTAIN: But now they will not be leaderless. Now they will have a clear purpose. FIBULI: But sir, the means to destroy them is at last within our grasp. The planet Calufrax is rich in voolium and madranite one five. That's what we came here for. CAPTAIN: Voolium and madranite one five. That is true, that is true. FIBULI: The vibrations of the refined crystals can be harnessed to produce interference patterns which will neutralise their mental power. CAPTAIN: And leave them defenceless, as weak as ordinary men. Obliterable! Excellent, Mister Fibuli, excellent. Your death shall be delayed. FIBULI: Oh, thank you again and again, sir. Your goodness confounds me. CAPTAIN: Mister Fibuli, how soon can you be prepared? FIBULI: Ah. Well, if we put all the automated mining and processing equipment on the planet on to full power, sir, we could reduce the entire planet of Calufrax within, er, hours. Of course, the machinery will be dangerously overloaded, and the CAPTAIN: That matters not a quark, Mister Fibuli. Speed is of the essence. The Mentiads will be moving even know. Do it on the instant and this time there shall be no escape. Hurry. Hurry, I say! DOCTOR: So Zanak was a happy, prosperous planet? PRALIX: Yes, till the reign of Queen Xanxia. MENTIAD: May her spirit be accursed. PRALIX: She had some kind of evil powers. The legend says she lived for hundreds of years. DOCTOR: Come on, that's not necessarily evil. I've known hundreds of people who've lived for hundreds ROMANA: Shush, Doctor. DOCTOR: What? ROMANA: Please carry on. K9: Master. DOCTOR: Shush, K9, shush. Please carry on. PRALIX: Queen Xanxia staged galactic wars to demonstrate her powers. By the time she'd finished, Zanak was ruined. When the Captain arrived there was hardly anyone left. MENTIAD: Just a few miserable nomadic tribes. DOCTOR: Hmm. Tell me, how did he arrive? MENTIAD: The legend speaks of a giant silver ship that fell from the sky one night with a mighty crash like thunder. The Captain was one of the few survivors. DOCTOR: And needed pretty extensive surgery, by the look of him. I wonder who did that? PRALIX: I don't think anyone knows. K9: Master? DOCTOR: Not now, K9, not now. Go on. MENTIAD: The Captain took charge of Zanak. He persuaded the people to work for him. KIMUS: Golden ages of prosperity. Huh. Pampered slvery more like. MENTIAD: For some of us, terrible agonies of the mind began. DOCTOR: Yes, well, they would for someone who was telepathic. KIMUS: Why, Doctor? Do you know? DOCTOR: Yes. Yes, I do. You were absorbing what you would call the life force from the plundered planets. PRALIX: What is the life force? DOCTOR: Well, er, well, it's quite difficult to explain simple terms, but basically, Romana? ROMANA: Every atom of matter in the universe has a certain amount of energy locked inside it. Now, with something the size of a planet, there's an enormous quantity. DOCTOR: Oh, enormous. ROMANA: So every time Zanak crushes a planet, it releases all that energy. Now, some of it will be on psychic wavelengths. DOCTOR: Right. ROMANA: So every time it happens, there's a fantastic blast of psychic energy, enough to smash open the neural pathways of anyone with telepathic abilities, like you Mentiads. DOCTOR: That's right. You Mentiads were absorbing all that power into your brains. ROMANA: Yes. MENTIAD: And each planet as it dies, adds to that power. The power by which it will be avenged. K9: Master? DOCTOR: What is it, K9? K9: My seismograph detects enormous increase in mining operations round the whole planet. Every mining machine is now working at full pressure. CAPTAIN: By the left frontal lobe of the sky demon, Mister Fibuli, I used to be one of the greatest hyper-engineers of my time. FIBULI: Of all time, Captain. Your reconstruction of this planet is proof of that. CAPTAIN: It is not scale that counts, but skill. Now, the ship from which most of the major components were salvaged, the Ventarialis, now there was a ship. CAPTAIN: The greatest raiding cruiser ever built. And I built it, Mister Fibuli, I built it with technology so far advanced you would not be able to distinguish it from magic. FIBULI: All the same, sir, this must be one of the great engineering feats of all time. A hollow, space-jumping planet? CAPTAIN: This planet? This vile, lumbering planet? Devil storms, Mister Fibuli, you are a callow fool. Do you not see how my heart burns for the dangerous liberty of the skies? Plunder, battle, and escape! My soul is imprisoned, bound to this ugly lump of blighted rock, beset by zombie Mentiads and interfering Doctors. FIBULI: But what can they do to you, Captain? CAPTAIN: Enough! They shall die! By the flaming moons of hell, they shall die. Find me those crystals, Mister Fibuli. FIBULI: Aye, aye, Captain. As soon as we can, sir. CAPTAIN: I shall be avenged. NURSE: Oh, good. I see you've found some occupational therapy, Captain. It's a good thing not to let your old skills die. CAPTAIN: I assure you, my old skills are very much alive. DOCTOR: Well, they say you can fool some of the people all of the time. Let's see, shall we? DOCTOR: I really must stop doing this. It's like shting fish in a barrel. GUARD: Hold it. DOCTOR: Hands up. GUARD: Get out. FIBULI: Captain, sir! Captain, they've caught the Doctor! CAPTAIN: Splendid, Mister Fibuli. FIBULI: He was trying to steal an aircar, but one of our guards managed to immobilise it. We've sent another aircar to pick them up, which means in the end CAPTAIN: Trivia, Mister Fibuli, trivia. Have the guards managed to open his vessel yet? FIBULI: No, sir. It is proving remarkably difficult. Nothing they can do will even mark it. CAPTAIN: Fools. Incompetent cretins. FIBULI: But we have located a potential source for PJX one eight. CAPTAIN: Ah. Better, Mister Fibuli. FIBULI: We can manage one more jump under our present conditions, sir. If we made it to that planet, we could mine it for PJX one eight and then make our own repairs. CAPTAIN: We will mine it. Prepare to jump as soon as the voolium and madranite one five crystals have been produced. FIBULI: I feel I should point out, Captain, that it is a heavily populated planet. CAPTAIN: Show me the chart. FIBULI: It is here, sir, in the planetary system of the star Sol. The planet Terra. CAPTAIN: Ah yes. A pretty planet. FIBULI: It looks a pleasant world, Captain. CAPTAIN: Then it will be pleasant to destroy it. FIBULI: Yes, sir. I will make arrangements. NURSE: Another planet, Captain? CAPTAIN: Another planet. NURSE: Then the objective will soon be reached. CAPTAIN: It will. Ha! It will indeed. K9: Master. K9: Contact. DOCTOR: Have I told you my plan? No more janis thorns. No more janis thorns! I think it should work really quite well. I think. Argh! DOCTOR: Good morning. CAPTAIN: So, Doctor, you have discovered the little secret of our planet. DOCTOR: You won't get away with it, you know. CAPTAIN: And what makes you so certain of that? DOCTOR: At the moment, nothing at all, but it does my morale no end of good just to say it. I've been tied to pillars by better men than you, Captain. CAPTAIN: Ah, but none, I dare guess, more vicious. DOCTOR: Vicious? Ha. Don't panic, Kimus. Don't panic. K9: We have lift off. DOCTOR: What are you doing it for, Captain? It doesn't make sense and you know it. I can understand the life of a full-blooded pirate, the thrill, the danger and the derring-do, but this? Hidden away in your mountain retreat eating other people's perfectly good planets, where's the derring-do in that? CAPTAIN: Silence! DOCTOR: You're just trying to shut me up. You can't kll me while I'm helpless. CAPTAIN: Oh, can't I? DOCTOR: No, you can't, because you're a warrior, and it's against the warrior's code. You should have thought of that before you tied me up. CAPTAIN: By the hounds of hell DOCTOR: Hard to listen, isn't it, Captain, when someone's got a finger on a nerve. What is it you're really up to? What do you want? You don't want to take over the universe, do you? No. You wouldn't know what to do with it, beyond shout at it. CAPTAIN: Mister Fibuli! FIBULI: Yes, sir. CAPTAIN: No. Release him. FIBULI: But Captain. DOCTOR: He said release me. CAPTAIN: My trophies, Doctor. Feast your eyes on them, for they represent an achievement unparalleled in the universe. DOCTOR: What are they? Tombstones? Memorials to all the worlds you've destroyed? CAPTAIN: Not memorials. These are the entire remains of the worlds themselves. DOCTOR: You come here on the wanton destruction you've wreaked on the universe. CAPTAIN: I come in here to dream of freedom. DOCTOR: Did you just say the entire remains of the worlds themselves? CAPTAIN: Yes, Doctor. Each of these small spheres is the crushed remains of a planet. Million upon millions of tons of compressed rock held suspended here by forces beyond the limits of the imagination. Forces that I have generated and harnessed. DOCTOR: That's impossible! That amount of matter in so small a space would undergo instant gravitational collapse and form a black hole! CAPTAIN: Precisely. DOCTOR: What? But Zanak would be dragged into a gravitational whirlpool CAPTAIN: Why doesn't it? Because the whole system is so perfectly aligned by the most exquisite exercise in gravitational geometry that every system is balanced out within itself. Which is why we can stand next to billions of tons of super- compressed matter and not even be aware of it. With each new planet I acquire, the forces are realigned but the system remains sab. DOCTOR: Then it's the most brilliant piece of astro-gravitational engineering I've ever seen. The concept is simply staggering. Pointless, but staggering. CAPTAIN: I'm gratified that you appreciate it. DOCTOR: Appreciate it? Appreciate it? What, you commit mass destruction and mrder on a scale that's almost inconceivable and you ask me to appreciate it? Just because you happen to have made a brilliantly conceived toy out of the mummified remains of planets CAPTAIN: Devil storms, Doctor! It is not a toy! DOCTOR: What's it for? Huh? What are you doing? What could possibly be worth all this? CAPTAIN: By the raging fury of the sky demon, you ask too many questions. You have seen, you have admired. Be satisfied and ask no more! FIBULI (OOV.): Captain, sir. Come quickly, please. The Mentiads, they're on their way. CAPTAIN: Excellent, Mister Fibuli. Excellent. Guards. ROMANA: It's a long climb up there. PRALIX: Don't worry, we'll make it. MULA: I hope Kimus and the Doctor managed to break into the engine room without getting caught. PRALIX: We're in trouble if they haven't. ROMANA: The Doctor knows what he's doing. DOCTOR: Would you like to put me down? CAPTAIN: Put him down. CAPTAIN: We're preparing to meet your friends the Mentiads. The poor misbegotten fools who are going to attempt to storm the Bridge. DOCTOR: That should be fun. KIMUS: What? DOCTOR: Kimus, are you all right? KIMUS: What? DOCTOR: For goodness sake, get him down. He hasn't done you any harm. Captain? CAPTAIN: You do it. CAPTAIN: By the bursting suns of Banzar, Mister Fibuli, where are my crystals? KIMUS: Doctor, where, where are we? DOCTOR: We're on the Bridge. KIMUS: The Bridge? What's that? DOCTOR: That's your beloved Captain. KIMUS: But I DOCTOR: Shush. Don't make any noise. The Mentiads are on their way here and he's got no power against their psychic strength. KIMUS: What's that machine he's DOCTOR: Oh, it looks like a psychic interference transmitter. KIMUS: A what? DOCTOR: Well, it's a sort of machine for neutralising psychic power. CAPTAIN: Wag your tongue well, Doctor. It is the only wapon you have left. DOCTOR: Nonsense, Captain, nonsense. To make that machine work you'd need a collection of the most rare crystals. CAPTAIN: Yes? DOCTOR: Oh, yes. Voolium. CAPTAIN: Voolium? DOCTOR: Madranite one five. CAPTAIN: One five. DOCTOR: And as far as I know, they occur naturally on only one planet, and that's FIBULI: Captain, the crystals from FIBULI + DOCTOR: Calufrax. DOCTOR: My biorhythms must be at an all time low. CAPTAIN: Excellent, Mister Fibuli, excellent. You see, Doctor, your friends are doomed. DOCTOR: They are? CAPTAIN: And so are you. We need not delay your death any longer. By the curl-ed fangs of the sky demon, I've looked forward to this moment. KIMUS: You hideous, mrder maniac! DOCTOR: No, no, no. Don't, don't. CAPTAIN: Avitron, kll. DOCTOR: Come back, K9! Come back! DOCTOR: Come on. CAPTAIN: Stop them! Stop them! KIMUS: What's this place? DOCTOR: Never mind about that. Let's find another way out. DOCTOR: Get back. DOCTOR: Here it is. KIMUS: Locked? DOCTOR: Yes. KIMUS: We're trapped. DOCTOR: Never. DOCTOR: Come on. DOCTOR: No, don't. Those are the time dams. KIMUS: What, you mean they stop time? DOCTOR: Not completely, but they can slow down the flow of time in the space between, given enough energy. KIMUS: That's repulsive. What is it? DOCTOR: That's your beloved queen, Xanxia. KIMUS: What? No, no, Xanxia's dad. DOCTOR: Oh no, she's not. She's suspended in the last few seconds of life. KIMUS: You mean she can hear me? But I just called DOCTOR: No, she can't. KIMUS: Does she know we're here? DOCTOR: No. Not while she's between those two things there. NURSE: How much longer must we wait? CAPTAIN: Mister Fibuli? FIBULI: Sir? CAPTAIN: Prepare to prise open the door. DOCTOR: To find enough energy to fuel those dams, you'd need to ransack entire planets. KIMUS: So whole other worlds have been destroyed with the sole purpose of keeping that alive? DOCTOR: Yes. There must be something more to it than that. KIMUS: Even more? DOCTOR: Yes. Would you go to those lengths just to stay alive? KIMUS: Not in that revolting condition, no. DOCTOR: No, not in that condition, but in what condition? What? Shush. DOCTOR: K9! Look at that. K9: Master. DOCTOR: You're a good dog, K9. A good dog? You're a hero! K9: Congratulations are unnecessary, master. DOCTOR: Isn't that marvellous? KIMUS: Well, it's certainly a relief, but how are we going to get out of here? DOCTOR: I've got a job for you two. Now listen. Over there, there's a service elevator. It must go down to the engine room. KIMUS: So? DOCTOR: So? So you and K9 are going down in the lift to the engine room to sabotage the engines, all right? K9: Affirmative, master. DOCTOR: Good. Off you go then. KIMUS: What about you? DOCTOR: I'm going to see to the Captain. DOCTOR: Ready, Captain? FIBULI: Here, give it to me. I'll do it. GUARD: Yes, sir. DOCTOR: All right, all right, all right, I give up. CAPTAIN: So, Doctor, you have survived. DOCTOR: Yes, I'm afraid I seem unable to break the habit. CAPTAIN: And your colleagues? DOCTOR: My colleagues (thumb down) CAPTAIN: Excellent. And my Polyphase Avitron? DOCTOR: I'm sorry about that, but it was becoming an infernal nuisance. CAPTAIN: Destroyed? By the great parrot of Hades, you shall pay with the last drop of your blood. Every corpuscle, do you hear? Mister Fibuli. FIBULI: Yes, sir. DOCTOR: Er, Captain, I think you'd better hear what I have to say first. Ahem. I mean, I think when you hear what I've got to say, you'll change your mind. FIBULI: Guilty. DOCTOR: Please listen. CAPTAIN: Guilty. DOCTOR: Please, listen! CAPTAIN: Guards. CAPTAIN: A plank. The theory is very simple. You walk along it. At the end, you fall off, drop one thousand feet. d*ad. DOCTOR: You can't be serious. Is he? DOCTOR: Captain, you don't realise what you're doing. If you just listen to me CAPTAIN: I shall listen to you when I hear you scream. DOCTOR: But please. DOCTOR: But CAPTAIN: Bye, bye.	{"type": "series", "show": "Doctor Who", "episode": "16x07 - The Pirate Planet - part 3"}	foreverdreaming
THE PIRATE PLANET BY: DOUGLAS ADAMS Part Four Original Air Date: 21 October 1978 Running time: 25:16 DOCTOR: Hello, everybody. CAPTAIN: Doctor! DOCTOR: Sorry I couldn't make the jump myself. I've got a terrible head for heights. CAPTAIN: Then who? DOCTOR 2: I've discovered your little secret. We're not all quite as we seem. DOCTOR: Neat little machine, isn't it. And the image it projects might almost be real. DOCTOR 2: Hello, Doctor. DOCTOR: Hello. How are you? DOCTOR 2: Oh, terribly well. Can't complain. DOCTOR: Goodbye. DOCTOR 2: Bye, bye. DOCTOR: And just as I can switch off that image of myself, I can also switch off the image of another apparently real person. NURSE: Try all you like, Doctor, it won't work on me. My new body has almost attained fully corporeal form. It can no longer simply be turned off. Guards, seize him! CAPTAIN: Do as she says. ROMANA: Here we are. This is the doorway. Can you open it? PRALIX: Brothers, we shall direct our mind energies against the door. It shall open for us. ROMANA: Pralix, look out! ROMANA: Very impressive. NURSE: Mister Fibuli, place the crystals in the machine. FIBULI: Madranite one five. ROMANA: Look out! PRALIX: The power, it's gone. The power has gone. ROMANA: Pralix, what happened? PRALIX: I don't know. We can't tell. The contact between us has gone. We can't function. ROMANA: Well, so much for the paranormal. It's back to brute force, I suppose. NURSE: Is it working? FIBULI: Yes, full power. NURSE: Good. Now we'll show these zombies who rules here. DOCTOR: So, Xanxia, the tyrant queen of Zanak. NURSE: Bring the manifest. DOCTOR: What about the real you? That wizened old body in the time dams back there. NURSE: That thing is not me. This is now the real Queen Xanxia. DOCTOR: Oh, no, no, no, not yet it isn't. Your new body's based on a cell projection system, I think. NURSE: Permanent regeneration based on cells in my old body, and thus containing all the memory patterns and all the brilliance built up over the centuries. DOCTOR: Ah, but it's still unstable, isn't it? You're still dependant on the last few seconds of life in the old body. NURSE: I'm nearly complete. My molecular structure has almost bound together, finally and forever. That is why you could not turn me off. DOCTOR: It won't work, you know. Believe me. I'm an old hand at regenerations. It can't be done that way. Those time dams back there, they just won't work. NURSE: I have calculated every detail. I shall live for ever. DOCTOR: Bafflegab, my dear. I've never heard such bafflegab in all my lives. NURSE: You dare to mock me? DOCTOR: Yes. DOCTOR: Ow! Ah, now we're getting somewhere, aren't we. NURSE: You shall die now for your insolence. DOCTOR: No, Captain. Captain, listen to me. This concerns you. You're being used, you know. You're being used by her just to do her dirty work. And what's your reward, Captain? Eternal life? NURSE: What do you know of eternal life? DOCTOR: Enough to know it can't be sustained by those time dams back there. NURSE: When this body becomes fully corporeal DOCTOR: It never will. Not ever. NURSE: My calculations DOCTOR: Are wrong. NURSE: No, impossible! DOCTOR: Inevitable, because they are based on a false promise. NURSE: I gutted my own planet Zanak for all the energy it contained. I've ransacked planets from Bandraginus to Calufrax. Do you think I'm going to stop now? DOCTOR: What next, suns? It's no good. The energy needs of the time dams increase exponentially. There just isn't enough energy in the universe to keep them going for ever. In the end, you'll die. NURSE: You're lying, trying to save your worthless neck. DOCTOR: I just don't think it's worth all that effort. What do you think, Mister Fibuli? Captain? What do you think, Captain. DOCTOR: Ah, so that's how you control him. NURSE: The Mentiads must still be approaching. Captain, deal with them. CAPTAIN: By all the NURSE: I said, deal with them. CAPTAIN: Mister Fibuli, seal the Bridge. FIBULI: Aye, aye, Captain. MULA: I get the feeling the Doctor's not in control here. NURSE: We are impregnable. The Mentiads are powerless. The guards will pick them off at will. Captain, is Calufrax now entirely rendered? CAPTAIN: Mister Fibuli? FIBULI: Oh, er, yes, sir. All operations on Calufrax are now complete. NURSE: And you have located a planet where we can find the mineral PJX one eight? DOCTOR: PJX one eight? But, well, that's quartz. FIBULI: Yes. DOCTOR: Yes, but from where? Where? FIBULI: It's the planet Terra in the star system Sol. NURSE: Captain, we will mine that planet immediately. Prepare to make the jump. DOCTOR: Earth? Earth? Do you really mean to go on with this madness? But Captain, Earth is an inhabited planet. DOCTOR: Billions and billions of people. You can't be that insane. NURSE: Jump immediately, Captain. CAPTAIN: It'll take ten minutes to set the coordinates. FIBULI: Ten minutes, Captain. DOCTOR: You can't possibly succeed. The Mentiads will destroy you. FIBULI: No, Doctor, not whilst we have the psychic interference transmitter. DOCTOR: What, that? FIBULI: Yes, yes. You see, whilst that is fully operational, the Mentiads are powerless. Oh, the doors. DOCTOR: It's all right, I'll close it. FIBULI: Thank you. CAPTAIN: Stop him! NURSE: Leave him. There's no time. FIBULI: Dematerialisation minus nine minutes, Captain. NURSE: Is the engine room still sealed? FIBULI: Yes, sir. NURSE: Then he can do no damage. Xanxia shall live. DOCTOR: Kimus and K9? ROMANA: They were with you. DOCTOR: No, I sent them to sabotage the engines. The planet's about to jump again. ROMANA: Doctor, we're fighting a losing battle. The Mentiads can't get their psychokinetic powers to work. DOCTOR: Yes, I know. I know. They've got a psychic interference transmitter on the Bridge. PRALIX: Here's Kimus. KIMUS: It's no use, Doctor. The engine room is barricaded with steel inches thick. DOCTOR: Where's K9? KIMUS: I thought he was following on. His batteries are exhausted from trying to burn down the door. DOCTOR: Listen, you and Mula stay here and cover us. The rest of us, the engine room. ROMANA: What are we going to do, Doctor? DOCTOR: I don't know. K9: Master. DOCTOR: Come on, K9, we need you. K9: Batteries my exhausted nearly are. DOCTOR: Listen, K9, that's all right. The Mentiads can still open the door if you can set up counter interference in the psychic plane. Wavelength three three seven point nine eight microbars. Can you do that? K9: Negative, master. Recharge I imperative it is. DOCTOR: That's all right, K9. You're still my best friend. K9: Doctor. DOCTOR: What? What? DOCTOR: Oh, K9. ROMANA: What did he say? DOCTOR: He said there's a power cable right behind me. Quick, open his inspection hatch. ROMANA: Right. DOCTOR: That's it. K9, can you divert any of this current into your frequency projectors? K9: Affirmative, master. DOCTOR: Good boy. Keep it going, K9. PRALIX: It's clearing. The buzzing, it's clearing. DOCTOR: What? Enough to open a door? MENTIAD: Brothers. DOCTOR: More power, K9, more power. PRALIX: Doctor, we're not nearly strong enough to open it. ROMANA: Doctor, do you remember what happened when we first tried to materialise on Calufrax? DOCTOR: Yes. ROMANA: We couldn't because Zanak was trying to materialise in the same place. DOCTOR: That's right. And if we couldn't materialise then neither can Zanak. Quick, back to the TARDIS. K9, keep generating power. Pralix. PRALIX: Yes. DOCTOR: Read my mind. What can you see? PRALIX: A strip of metal DOCTOR: Right. PRALIX: Subdivided at one end with an acute angle halfway along. DOCTOR: Right, right. Now, whatever happens, you keep concentrating on my mind. Come on, Romana. We've got a planet to save. ROMANA: What were you thinking of, Doctor? DOCTOR: A bent fork. ROMANA: Why should anyone want to bend a fork? DOCTOR: I haven't the vaguest idea. ROMANA: Doctor, behind us. Guards. DOCTOR: Cover your heads. We're almost there. DOCTOR: Get off now. ROMANA: Come on, Doctor. DOCTOR: No, no, no, wait a minute. The inertia neutraliser. You know, I think the conservation of momentum is a very important law in physics, don't you? ROMANA: Yes. DOCTOR: I don't think anyone should tamper with it, do you? ROMANA: No. DOCTOR: No, nor do I. DOCTOR: Newton's revenge. Come on. FIBULI: Captain, sir. NURSE: Yes? CAPTAIN: Speak, Mister Fibuli. FIBULI: The psychic interference transmitter, sir. There seems to be something counter-jamming it. CAPTAIN: What? We dematerialise in three minutes. (broadcast) All guards on alert! Someone is using a counter-jamming frequency projector. Find it and destroy it immediately. FIBULI: Captain, do you suppose any of the guards know what a counter-jamming frequency projector looks like? CAPTAIN: Destroy everything! ROMANA: Newton? Who's Newton? DOCTOR: Old Isaac? Friend of mine on Earth. He discovered gravity. Well, I say he discovered gravity. I had to give him a bit of a prod. ROMANA: What did you do? DOCTOR: Climbed up a tree. ROMANA: And? DOCTOR: Dropped an apple on his head. ROMANA: Ah, and so he discovered gravity. DOCTOR: No, no, he told me to clear off out of his tree. I explained it to him afterwards at dinner. ROMANA: There's the TARDIS, Doctor. DOCTOR: Going in to land. ROMANA: We'll never make it. KIMUS: (to Mula) Wait here. KIMUS: Pralix. Pralix, what's happening? Where's the Doctor? PRALIX: I'm concentrating on the Doctor's mind. Do not disturb me. MENTIAD: We're still too weak to move the door. KIMUS: K9? K9: Counter-jamming field increasing slowly. KIMUS: Good. Good. I'd better get back. DOCTOR: This is the most dangerous manoeuvre the TARDIS has ever attempted. Don't take it personally, old girl, just try and survive. Now, Earth coordinates? ROMANA: Five eight zero four four, six eight four eight eight four. DOCTOR: Good. Multiloop sab, synchronic feedback. ROMANA: Doctor, if we're going to try and materialise at exactly the same point in time and space, how do we know when to do it? It only happened as a fluke the first time. DOCTOR: That's a good point. Now, listen, Zanak could try to dematerialise at any moment. We've got to be spot on. You'll man the warp oscilloscope and the gravity dilation meter. ROMANA: Right. DOCTOR: They'll both peak when Zanak goes into demat and remat mode. Then brace yourself. ROMANA: Right. NURSE: How soon, Captain, how soon? This waiting is intolerable. We must jump. We must jump! CAPTAIN: We are now ready. NURSE: Then jump! Jump instantly! CAPTAIN: Planet Terra, star system Sol. Galactic coordinates five eight oh double four, six eight four double eight four. Surround jump commences in five seconds. Four, three, two ROMANA: Now, Doctor. Dematerialise now! ROMANA: Doing well so far, Doctor. FIBULI: Captain, sir. Captain! There was a slight disturbance in the warp oscilloscope during dematerialisation. CAPTAIN: Monitor it. Prepare for rematerialisation. Surrounding Terra in five seconds. ROMANA: Rematerialisation commence now. CAPTAIN: Mister Fibuli, it's happening again. NURSE: What is it, Captain? FIBULI: It must be the Doctor's vessel, Captain, trying to materialise in the same space as us. Every circuit's jamming. ROMANA: It's getting worse. There's no way we can survive this. DOCTOR: It'll go on getting worse until one of us explodes or the Mentiads raise that door. ROMANA: What are you doing? DOCTOR: I'm opening a communications channel. DOCTOR (OOV.): Pralix? Pralix, can you hear me? PRALIX: Brothers, the Doctor is trying to reach me. We must concentrate together. It is too faint for me to hear. DOCTOR: Romana? ROMANA: Doctor? DOCTOR: Switch off the TARDIS forcefield. ROMANA: What? But that's madness! It's the only protection we've got. DOCTOR: I know. Do it. ROMANA: It's been nice knowing you, Doctor. DOCTOR: And you. PRALIX (OOV.): Doctor, are you there? What's happening? FIBULI: Oh, Captain, it's getting worse! We must back off. NURSE: More power, Captain. More power! DOCTOR: Pralix? Pralix, do you have the strength to raise the door yet? PRALIX (OOV.): No, Doctor. Our minds are so weak we couldn't life anything bigger than a spanner. DOCTOR: Spanner? Spanner. That's it! A spanner in the works. Pralix, forget the door. Can you project your minds beyond it? ROMANA: Doctor, the TARDIS is about to explode. It's going to explode! DOCTOR (OOV.): There, on the floor. DOCTOR (OOV.): Now, follow my movements. Macrovectoid particle analyser. Omnimodular thermacron. There! Megaphoton discharge link. PRALIX (OOV.): What do we do? DOCTOR (OOV.): ht it. DOCTOR: You can never relax for a moment in this job. ROMANA: We've done it, Doctor. DOCTOR: Yes, the question is, will we ever be able to do anything else again? Shall we try and materialise? ROMANA: Yeah. DOCTOR: Come on. ROMANA: Is that her? DOCTOR: Yes, that's her, the old harpy. ROMANA: It's a pity we can't just switch her off. DOCTOR: Yes. Any interference in the time dam field, though, would trigger off an explsin that would blast us off this planet. ROMANA: Well, what do we do then? DOCTOR: I think we adapt the Captain's plan. ROMANA: The Captain's plan? CAPTAIN: Mister Fibuli, dad. dad. He was a good man. NURSE: Pull yourself together, Captain. We can still defeat the rabble out there. CAPTAIN: Somehow, somehow, Mister Fibuli, my friend, you shall be avenged. DOCTOR: The Captain's trophy room. Well, what do you think? ROMANA: Incredible. A masterpiece of gravitic geometry. DOCTOR: Yes, obviously. All the forces cancel each other perfectly, otherwise Poof! ROMANA: So all that shouting and blustering was just an act to lull Xanxia into a false sense of security while he built this. DOCTOR: Yes. Let that be a lesson to you, my girl. Never take anything at its face value. NURSE: Hurry, Captain, hurry. KIMUS: Oh, it's no use. We can't get it open. PRALIX: Then we Mentiads must try to open it. MENTIAD: Brothers, our strength is increasing. It may be possible. Come. DOCTOR: The Captain's plan, we must be able to use it. ROMANA: But he'll have the controls on the Bridge. DOCTOR: Yes. ROMANA: Wait a minute. The only way the Captain could destroy Xanxia without blwing himself and this whole mountain to atoms would be to get inside the perimeter of the time dams without disturbing it, right? DOCTOR: Right. ROMANA: Which would require astronomic energy sources. DOCTOR: Here they are, all perfectly balanced out. ROMANA: So when he has enough of them, all he has to do is alter the balance slightly and create a standing vortex in the middle of the time field, so time starts up at the normal speed and the Queen dies. DOCTOR: Right. ROMANA: Brilliant! But I don't see how it helps us. DOCTOR: And it wouldn't have worked anyway. ROMANA: Why not? The theory's sound enough. DOCTOR: Yes, but Calufrax isn't. ROMANA: Calufrax? DOCTOR: Is not a normal planet. It's an artificially metricised structure consisting of a substance with a variable atomic weight. ROMANA: So that means Calufrax, the entire planet DOCTOR: Is the second segment of the Key to Time. ROMANA: Of course. No wonder the tracer kept going mad. DOCTOR: Try it now. ROMANA: What? DOCTOR: The tracer. You have still got it? ROMANA: I thought you had it. DOCTOR: What? DOCTOR: There. ROMANA: But we can't move that. We can't move anything here. If we do, we'll just upset the whole system and create a gravity whirlpool. DOCTOR: Not if I do something immensely clever. NURSE: Have you done it? Is it ready? CAPTAIN: Yes, Xanxia. At last I am ready. NURSE: Captain, look. CAPTAIN: I shall be free from you, you hag. NURSE: What are you doing? DOCTOR: No, Captain, don't! Don't do it! It won't work! NURSE: Die, you fool! Die! And now, Doctor, it's your turn. DOCTOR: No, please, I can explain everything. NURSE: No, Doctor. Never again. DOCTOR: No one else come in. No one else! MULA: Are they dad? DOCTOR: Well, the Captain certainly is, but Xanxia's another matter. You'd all better get out of here. This place is pretty unstable. Get down to the foot of the mountain. KIMUS: What about you? DOCTOR: It's all right, I'll follow on later. Off you go. DOCTOR: Phew. Ah, look, this might be a bit tricky. I want you to go and find K9, take him back to the TARDIS and wait for me there. ROMANA: What about you? DOCTOR: Well, I've got a couple of things to do here. Please go. Please go. Go. ROMANA: All right. DOCTOR: Now, Captain, let me see. ROMANA: What did you do on the Bridge, Doctor? DOCTOR: You'll never believe it. ROMANA: Try me. DOCTOR: All right, I will. I've switched the Captain's circuits around to create a hyperspatial force shield around the shrunken planets, then I put his dematerialisation control into remote mode. ROMANA: So we can operate them from here. DOCTOR: Precisely. ROMANA: But I don't see how that helps. DOCTOR: What? Well, first I dematerialise the TARDIS, then I make Zanak dematerialise for a millisecond or two, then I invert the gravity field of the hyperspatial forceshield and drop the shrunken planets ROMANA: Into the hollow centre of Zanak! DOCTOR: Exactly. ROMANA: What then? DOCTOR: Well, I would have thought that was perfectly obvious. They expand in an instant to fill a hollow space and bang. ROMANA: But what about Calufrax? How do we get hold of Calufrax? DOCTOR: Well, naturally, Calufrax is flung off into the space time vortex and we pick it up later in the TARDIS. ROMANA: Well, naturally. Oh, that's quite ingenious. DOCTOR: Quite ingenious? It's brilliant. It's fantastic! ROMANA: All right, it's fantastic. DOCTOR: Fantastic. Right. Here we go then. There. ROMANA: Congratulations. DOCTOR: Clever, eh? ROMANA: Fantastic. DOCTOR: Yes. ROMANA: But Doctor, haven't you forgotten something? DOCTOR: Me? ROMANA: What about the Bridge, and the time dams? DOCTOR: Bridge and time. K9? K9: Piece of cake, master. Blow them up. ROMANA: Oh, isn't that rather crude? DOCTOR: Oh, it's a bit crude, but immensely satisfying. DOCTOR: Come on, Romana. KIMUS: Doctor, when all this is over, will we really be free? DOCTOR: I don't see why not. It's entirely up to you. You've got to make this world a better place to live in. You've got plenty of material wealth, but there are other things. The other lead, Romana. ROMANA: I'll do it. DOCTOR: Thank you. (to Kimus and Mula) Now, I think this is a good place in the universe to settle down. You've got reasonable sun, good neighbours and some quite convenient stars for when you get round to ordinary space travel. I think you're going to be all right here. ROMANA: Ready, Doctor. DOCTOR: Good. Next. (the Mentiads) What I want to know is am I going to blow up that Bridge, or are you? PRALIX: We will. DOCTOR: Good. I'll get out of the way while you concentrate. DOCTOR: That was very satisfying. Come on, Romana, we've got a job to do.	{"type": "series", "show": "Doctor Who", "episode": "16x08 - The Pirate Planet - part 4"}	foreverdreaming
THE STONES OF BLOOD BY: DAVID FISHER Part One Original Air Date: 28 October 1978 Running time: 24:20 DOCTOR: Right, let's put these two together and go and find the third. Er. Oh, I see. ROMANA: Here, let me do it. DOCTOR: What? ROMANA: I used to be rather good at puzzles. DOCTOR: Puzzles? You don't call that a puzzle, do you? ROMANA: Well, hardly complex enough to be called a puzzle, is it. DOCTOR: It certainly isn't. ROMANA: Look, shouldn't we be getting on? We've only got two segments. Why don't you go and find out where our next destination is? DOCTOR: Right. DOCTOR: Ahem. Romana, I've just decided to go and find out where our next destination is. ROMANA: Oh. ROMANA (OOV.): Well? DOCTOR: Have I got a treat in store for you, Romana. ROMANA (OOV.): Really? DOCTOR: Yes. ROMANA (OOV.): Better than Calufrax, I hope. DOCTOR: Oh, much better than Calufrax. You'll love it, I promise you. You'll love it. DRUIDS: Cailleach, Cailleach, Cailleach, Cailleach. DRUIDS: Cailleach, Cailleach, Cailleach, Cailleach, Cailleach! MARTHA: Come, o great one, come. Your time is near. ROMANA (OOV.): Not yet! DOCTOR: Oh, sorry. Not yet. Not yet? What does she mean, not yet? What do you mean, not yet? ROMANA (OOV.): I'm not ready yet. DOCTOR: Oh. Oh, sorry. ROMANA: Well, how do I look? DOCTOR: (without looking) Ravishing. ROMANA: That's not what I meant. I mean, will this do? DOCTOR: Oh yes, very nicely, I should think, except for those shoes. ROMANA: Oh, I rather like them. DOCTOR: Well, you please yourself. I'm no fashion expert. ROMANA: No. GUARDIAN (OOV.): Beware the Black Guardian. ROMANA: What about these, Doctor? GUARDIAN (OOV.): Beware the Black Guardian. ROMANA: What? Doctor, what does it mean? DOCTOR: It's a warning, and a reminder. ROMANA: Doctor, I do wish I knew what you were talking about. DOCTOR: If she'd been meant to know, he would have told her. ROMANA: What? Look, I only want to know about our mission. DOCTOR: What? ROMANA: After all, what would I do if something happened to you? DOCTOR: If something happened to me? Yes, I suppose you have a point. Yes, I don't really think it's fair. ROMANA: Well? DOCTOR: Romana, you were not sent on this mission by the President of the Supreme Council. ROMANA: What? DOCTOR: No, no, you weren't. ROMANA: But, I saw. He told me. Well, what am I doing here? DOCTOR: The voice you just heard and the being you saw in the shape of the President was the White Guardian, or to be more accurate, the Guardian of Light and Time as opposed to the Guardian of Darkness, sometimes called the Black Guardian. They can assume any shape or form they wish. ROMANA: Just like the segment of the key. DOCTOR: Yes. That's why our mission is so vital. Romana, the Key of Time is so powerful that it must not be allowed to fall into the hands of any one being. It's been broken up into six segments and the segments scattered through the universe and disguised as other objects. ROMANA: Yes, I know that, but what I don't know is why. DOCTOR: Because there are times when the forces within the universe upset the cosmic balance so badly that the entire universe is in danger of eternal chaos. ROMANA: And I suppose the Key can prevent that. DOCTOR: That's what the White Guardian said. When it's fully assembled and activated, it stops everything. ROMANA: Everything? DOCTOR: Yes. So that the White Guardian can restore the balance. ROMANA: I see. And I suppose there's a time like that approaching. DOCTOR: Rapidly. DOCTOR: Hello, K9. K9: Master. DOCTOR: Hello, my dear old thing. My ROMANA: What's that? DOCTOR: That's your surprise. We've landed. ROMANA: Where? DOCTOR: Come here. (whispers) Earth. ROMANA: Earth? DOCTOR: I thought you'd be pleased. ROMANA: I might have guessed. Your favourite planet. DOCTOR: How do you know that? ROMANA: Oh, everybody knows that. DOCTOR: I didn't tell everybody that. ROMANA: I can't think why, for the life of me. DOCTOR: You'll like it. It's pretty civilised, on the whole. ROMANA: Hmm, oxygen level good. Slight aqueous precipitation. DOCTOR: Do you mean it's raining? ROMANA: So it would appear. DOCTOR: Ah well, that's what the locals call a soft day. ROMANA: Oh, really? DOCTOR: Any one for tennis? ROMANA: Tennis? DOCTOR: Yes, it's an English expression. It means, is anyone coming outdoors to get soaked? ROMANA: Oh. K9: Master? DOCTOR (OOV.): Guard duty for you, K9. We don't know if the natives are friendly yet. K9: Master. ROMANA: K9, what is tennis? K9: Real, lawn or table, mistress? ROMANA: Never mind. Forget it. K9: Forget. Erase memory banks concerning tennis. Memory erased. DOCTOR: You know, I do believe it's going to be a nice day after all. ROMANA: So, this is Earth, is it? DOCTOR: Yes. Pretty, isn't it? ROMANA: Hmm. Well, the third segments can't be far away. It's over there. DOCTOR: Let's go. DOCTOR: Very strange. ROMANA: What is? DOCTOR: These are. ROMANA: Why strange? They're indentations, obviously caused by something very heavy. DOCTOR: Exactly. ROMANA: Oh, probably some form of animal. DOCTOR: Why? They don't have very heavy elephants around here. It must weigh at least three and a half tons. ROMANA: Oh more, I should think. DOCTOR: Would you? ROMANA: Yes, judging by the specific density of the ground here. DOCTOR: Yes. You know, I ROMANA: Over there. DOCTOR: Yes, that looks promising. DOCTOR: Let's go and have a look. Come on. DOCTOR: Well, here we are. Yes. What do you think? Fascinating, eh? ROMANA: What is it? DOCTOR: Well, it's a stone circle. ROMANA: I can see that, but what's it for? DOCTOR: Well, it's a sort of megalithic temple cum observatory. ROMANA: Observatory? They're just stones, aren't they? DOCTOR: Just stones? Yes, they're just stones. They're all aligned with various points on the horizon, giving you sunrise and moonrise at different times of the year. ROMANA: Oh, I didn't realise the people here were so primitive. DOCTOR: What? Primitive? No, not now. Thousands of years ago, when these were built. ROMANA: Ah, I see. It's very old, is it? DOCTOR: Very. And clever. With some of these circles you could even calculate eclipses. ROMANA: Fascinating. Do you think one of these stones is the third segment? DOCTOR: I don't know. Try. ROMANA: Oh, that's very odd. Nothing. (gasp) EMILIA: It's been surveyed, you know. DOCTOR: I beg your pardon? EMILIA: Surveyed. The circle. Many times. DOCTOR: Ah. EMILIA: Ah, so you noticed it, did you? DOCTOR: Well EMILIA: I always knew it was a matter of time before another professional came in and noticed the discrepancies. Oh, haven't I met you somewhere before, Professor? DOCTOR: Doctor. EMILIA: Oh, Doctor. Yes, of course. I have a wonderful memory for faces. Fougous. DOCTOR: Fougous? EMILIA: Fougous. Cornish fougous. You read that paper on them at the symposium at Princeton, or was it Cardiff? Oh, or was it that fool Leamington-Smith. Oh, dreadful paper. Complete bosh. DOCTOR: Who are you? EMILIA: Professor Emilia Rumford. Author of Bronze Age Burials in Gloucestershire. DOCTOR: Oh! The definitive work on the subject. EMILIA: Oh, you're too kind, Doctor, but of course perfectly right. It was the survey of Doctor Borlase in 1754 that brought you on to it. That's how I twigged, cos when I came to compare the survey of Doctor Borlase with the survey of the Reverend Thomas Bright in 1820 and then the two surveys of 1874 and 1911, well, it was obvious, wasn't it. DOCTOR + ROMANA: What was obvious? DOCTOR: I do beg your pardon. That's my assistant, Romana. EMILIA: Oh, hello. ROMANA: Hello. EMILIA: What a charming name. What's the origin, I wonder? ROMANA: What was obvious, Professor Rumford? EMILIA: That there's been a miscount, my dear. ROMANA: A miscount? EMILIA: Of the stones. According to Doctor Borlase, the Nine Travellers here ROMANA: The Nine Travellers? EMILIA: Oh, it's a local name for them. ROMANA: Yes, but there are more than nine stones. EMILIA: Curious, isn't it. DOCTOR: So is this. ROMANA: Yes. EMILIA: What? DOCTOR: Dried blood, and quite a lot of it. Almost as if something had had it's throat cut. VIVIEN: It probably did. EMILIA: Oh, Vivien. Doctor, my friend Miss Vivien Fay. DOCTOR: How do you do? You move very quietly, Miss Fay. I didn't hear you approach. VIVIEN: I used to be a Brown Owl. ROMANA: Really? DOCTOR: (quietly) The leader of a Brownie pack. Doesn't the blood upset you, then? VIVIEN: Oh, it'll probably be just another sacrifice. ROMANA: I thought you told me Earth was civilised now. DOCTOR: Shush. You mean there have been sacrifices before? VIVIEN: The BIDS are a bit primitive. ROMANA: The BIDS? VIVIEN: The British Institute of Druidic Studies. Nothing at all to do with real Druids, of course, past or present. No, there's a group of them who come regularly. They all wear white robes and wave bits of mistletoe and curved knives in the air. It's all very unhistoric. EMILIA: Oh, I think you dismiss them a little too easily. DOCTOR: Why, has there been trouble? EMILIA: Well, their leader, Mister De Vries, is a very unpleasant man. DOCTOR: Really? VIVIEN: Yes. As a matter of fact, we thought you were one of his group. DOCTOR: So you don't have anything to do with them, then. EMILIA: No, no more than we can help. All that mumbo-jumbo nonsense. No, Vivien and I are conducting a topographical, geological, astronomical, archeological survey of the site. DOCTOR: How would I see this Mister De Vries? EMILIA: Oh, he lives over the hill in the big house. DOCTOR: I think I'll look him up. ROMANA: What, now? DOCTOR: Yes. EMILIA: I warn you, Doctor, he doesn't like scientists. DOCTOR: Well, very few people do, in my experience. Oh, by the way. Over there we noticed some indentations in the ground made by something very heavy. VIVIEN: Oh, it's probably one of the local farmers moving equipment. DOCTOR: Ah, very probably, yes. Over this way, you say? EMILIA: Yes, you can't miss it. DOCTOR: How far is it? EMILIA: Oh, only a couple of miles. ROMANA: Only? DOCTOR: Well, I did warn you about those shoes. ROMANA: Yes, you did. EMILIA: Yes, I see what you mean. They're not very practical, are they. ROMANA: Yes, well, I didn't realise DOCTOR: She wouldn't be told. Look, I tell you what. Why don't you hang on here and I'll stop off on the way back and bring you some boots, right? ROMANA: Thank you. DOCTOR: (quietly) Listen. Keep an eye on those two. There's something very odd going on. ROMANA: Right. DOCTOR: Right, I won't be long. Goodbye. ROMANA: Bye. VIVIEN: Oh, typical. ROMANA: What? VIVIEN: Typical male. Strands you here in the middle of nowhere with two complete strangers while he goes off somewhere enjoying himself. EMILIA: Never mind. You can help us with the work while you're waiting. ROMANA: Right. DOCTOR: Farm machinery? Huh. EMILIA: Is that straight? ROMANA: Yes. EMILIA: Jolly good. What does that make it? Twenty eight point nine metres? ROMANA: Ah ha. EMILIA: Well, girls, let's have a breather. Take five, as they say. ROMANA: What's that? VIVIEN: Don't be afraid. It's only a crow. ROMANA: Oh. It looks evil. DE VRIES: Cailleach, Cailleach, Cailleach, we come to do your bidding. MARTHA: Oh, Cailleach, Cailleach, Cailleach. DE VRIES: Cailleach, Cailleach, Cailleach. Your spirit fills us. Your worshippers are our brothers. Your enemies are our enemies. DE VRIES: Death to the enemies of the Cailleach! MARTHA: Death to the enemies of the Cailleach! DE VRIES: He comes, o Cailleach, he comes. The one foretold is here. DE VRIES: Your time will come, o Cailleach. DOCTOR (OOV.): Anybody there? DE VRIES: Our friend's impatient. Don't let's keep him waiting. DOCTOR: Hello? Anybody home? Any? Nobody home except us Druids. DOCTOR: Thomas Borlase 1701 to 1754. Oh. Oh, so that's the good doctor. DE VRIES: He surveyed the Nine Travellers, but then you probably know that already, Doctor. DOCTOR: Mister De Vries. DE VRIES: Correct. DOCTOR: How did you know my name? DE VRIES: It was very sad about Doctor Borlase. DOCTOR: What? DE VRIES: Didn't Professor Rumford tell you? DOCTOR: No. DE VRIES: One of the stones fell on him just after he completed his survey. DOCTOR: What? Maybe we should warn the Professor. DE VRIES: She's quite safe. DOCTOR: Ah. What about them? DE VRIES: Those are away being cleaned. One of them's rather fine, by the Scottish painter Ramsey. Lady Morgana Montcalm. Perhaps you've heard of her? DOCTOR: No, I'm afraid I haven't. DE VRIES: The Montcalms owned this land and this house, including the circle. They used to call her the wicked Lady Montcalm. DOCTOR: Really? DE VRIES: She's said to have mrder her husband on her wedding night. DE VRIES: That's Mrs Trefusis. She was a recluse. She lived here for sixty years and never saw a soul. DOCTOR: Really. DE VRIES: And that's a Brazilian lady, or would be if she were here. Senora Camara. DOCTOR: Hmm. Was there a Senor Camara? DE VRIES: He doesn't seem to have survived the crossing from Brazil. But don't let's stand about here in the hall, Doctor. Do come in. Let me offer you a glass of sherry. DOCTOR: Yes, thank you, thank you. I'd like that. ROMANA: They've been circling all afternoon. EMILIA: Well, girls, time to pack up. Thanks for all your help, Romana. Fancy a mug of tea and some sandwiches? ROMANA: Well, I VIVIEN: Please do. My cottage is just over the hill. ROMANA: I think I'd better wait here for the Doctor, otherwise he won't know where I am. EMILIA: Oh well, please yourself, girl, but if you change your mind, we're not far away. VIVIEN: Bring your friend along with you when he gets back. ROMANA: All right. VIVIEN: Good. See you later, then. DOCTOR: That's rather an unusual pet, isn't it? DE VRIES: It's not exactly what you'd call a pet, Doctor. DOCTOR: You know, Mister De Vries, you never told me how you knew my name. DE VRIES: Didn't I, Doctor? DOCTOR: No. DE VRIES: You never told me what your interest in the circle is. DOCTOR: That's true. I'm looking for something. DE VRIES: What? DOCTOR: Part of a key. DE VRIES: A key to what? DOCTOR: Oh, it's just a key. It's been mislaid. Tell me, you're not really a Druid, are you. DE VRIES: Not in the conventional sense, no, but I am a humble student of Druidic lore. DOCTOR: That must be very boring. DE VRIES: Boring? What do you mean? DOCTOR: Well, I mean there's so little of it that's historically reliable, is there. The odd mention in Julius Caesar, Tacitus, no great detail. I always thought that Druidism was founded by John Aubrey in the seventeenth century as a joke. He had a great sense of humour, John Aubrey. DE VRIES: It is no laughing matter. DOCTOR: Oh. Oh, well that's a pity. What's your interest in the stones? DE VRIES: The stones are sacred. DOCTOR: To whom? DE VRIES: To one who is mighty and all-powerful. To the Goddess. DOCTOR: The Goddess? What goddess is that? DE VRIES: She has many names. Morrigu, Nermintana, the Cailleach. DOCTOR: Ah, Celtic, of course. DE VRIES: Goddess of wr, death and magic. Beware the raven or the crow, Doctor. They are her eyes. DOCTOR: (to Quoth, the raven) You don't really believe that, do you, hmm? DE VRIES: I have seen her power, Doctor. Come. DE VRIES: His blood is still warm. I know what to do. DOCTOR: (OOV.): Romana! ROMANA: Doctor, where have you been? ROMANA: Doctor? Are you all right? DOCTOR (OOV.): Romana! Romana! ROMANA: Doctor? Where are you? DOCTOR (OOV.): Romana! ROMANA: Doctor, what's the matter?	{"type": "series", "show": "Doctor Who", "episode": "16x09 - The Stones of Blood - part 1"}	foreverdreaming

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