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SNAKEDANCE BY: CHRISTOPHER BAILEY Part One First Air Date: 18 January 1983 Running time: 24:26 NYSSA: Well? DOCTOR: We're not where we're supposed to be. NYSSA: Where are we? DOCTOR: I don't know. There are traces of anti-matter. NYSSA: Omega? DOCTOR: Oh, highly unlikely he's still alive. It's not a navigational malfunction either. NYSSA: Shall I wake Tegan? DOCTOR: No, no, there's no danger, although it's puzzling. It's very puzzling. NYSSA: (reads) Planet G139901KB in the Scrampus system. Local name, Manussa. Type 314S. Inhabited. Atmosphere ninety eight percent Terra normal, gravity ninety six percent Terra normal. DOCTOR: Well, at least we can breath the air. I suppose that's something. You look different. NYSSA: Yes, Doctor. DOCTOR: The question is, how did we get here? NYSSA: There's more. (reads) Third planet in the Federation system. Status, colony. Former homeworld Manussan Empire, destroyed. Former homeworld Sumaran Empire, destroyed. Present economy, subsistence agriculture and tourism. DOCTOR: Former homeworld? NYSSA: Manussan Empire. DOCTOR: No, no, the other one. NYSSA: Sumaran Empire. DOCTOR: This is serious. Someone's been playing around. Who set the coordinates? NYSSA: Well, you did. DOCTOR: No, no, no. Earlier, I was trying to teach both of you to read the star charts. Now, one of you actually read out the coordinates for me to set. Who was it? NYSSA: I can't remember. DOCTOR: It was Tegan. NYSSA: Tegan, what's the matter? What happened? TEGAN: It was the dream. DOCTOR: The dream? What dream? TEGAN: I can't, I can't remember. I can never remember. DOCTOR: But you've had this dream, this particular dream, before. NYSSA: Doctor, stop it. DOCTOR: Haven't you? TEGAN: Yes. DOCTOR: Always the same dream? TEGAN: Yes, I think so. The images fade so quickly. DOCTOR: But the same feelings of fear remain. NYSSA: Doctor. It doesn't matter. You're awake now. It was only a dream. TEGAN: No, it wasn't, somehow. NYSSA: Tegan DOCTOR: She means it. I think she could be right. TANHA: Lon, you're not dressed yet. Ambril will be here in a moment. He promised to show us the caves this morning. Have you forgotten? LON: No, mother, I hadn't forgotten. TANHA: Well, then. We must make the effort. LON: Must we? TANHA: Well of course we must. LON: Why? TANHA: It is expected of us. You are the Federator's son. Come, Lon. What's wrong? LON: The Federator's son is bored. DOCTOR: Now then, Tegan, where are we? TEGAN: What? DOCTOR: Very simple question, where are we? TEGAN: Well, aren't we on Earth? DOCTOR: No, we're not. So? TEGAN: Well how should I know? DOCTOR: Think! NYSSA: Doctor. DOCTOR: Please, Tegan, think. Reach into the back of your mind. TEGAN: Are we on Manussa? DOCTOR: Good. TEGAN: Are we? DOCTOR: Yes, we are. TEGAN: How did I know that? DOCTOR: Manussa, formerly homeworld of the Sumaran Empire which may or may not ring a bell. Does it, Tegan? The Sumaran Empire? TANHA: I agree Ambril can be rather trying. On the whole, you know, I preferred his predecessor. Now what was the man's name? Oh, he was completely dotty, but much more fun. LON: It's not just Ambril, mother, it's all of it. The ceremony and everything. It's all such nonsense, isn't it. TANHA: Is it? LON: Of course it is. And all so long ago. The Mara was destroyed five hundred years ago and yet we're still celebrating it. Why? TANHA: Oh, once every ten years. LON: It occurs to me that the whole thing is kept going solely to remind the people here how much better life is under the rule of the Federation. TANHA: And so it is. LON: Is it? TANHA: Of course it is. Life under the Mara must have been gruesome in the extreme. I mean, look. TANHA: Oh, it is grotesque. You ought to take more interest in our heritage. LON: Why? TANHA: Well, it's the root of our culture. The Legend of the Return. Although, now what was the man's name? Well, the Director before Ambril, he didn't think it was just a legend. He thought the Mara really would return. LON: Am I now supposed to take the ramblings of a mad man seriously? TANHA: He didn't ramble. LON: The Mara was destroyed, not banished to another dimension. It won't return in a dream or in any other form. TANHA: If you say so. LON: I think I just have. TANHA: Well, it made a good story. Quite made my hair stand on end. Ambril's predecessor was rather good value, even if he was talking nonsense. NYSSA: Is this necessary? DOCTOR: Yes. We must recover Tegan's dream, and simple hypnosis is the quickest way. NYSSA: But why must we? DOCTOR: Dreams are important, Nyssa. Never underestimate them. Once a man fell asleep, dreamt he was a frog. When he woke up he didn't know if he was a man who dreamt he was a frog, or a frog who was now dreaming he was a man. TEGAN: I'm still possessed, aren't I, Doctor. The Mara from the world of the Kinda is still inside my head somewhere, isn't it. DOCTOR: We'll have to see. TEGAN: But you think so. DOCTOR: It does seem likely. I'm sorry. TEGAN: But where? DOCTOR: Well, obviously below the threshold of conscious thought. I would imagine that when awake your mind is still strong enough to resist, but in sleep it loosens its grip and battle is joined. TEGAN: In my dreams? DOCTOR: Yes. TEGAN: The battle for what? DOCTOR: For control. Come over here. NYSSA: That's why you misread the coordinates. DOCTOR: It's possible the Mara seized temporary control and brought itself home. Now, insert the earpiece, try to relax, and when switched on, listen to the sound. TANHA: He thought the only people who knew the truth about the Mara were the Snake Dancers. Once he even took us to visit them. It was miles from anywhere, way up in the hills. It was all wildly unofficial. We had to go in disguise. Can you imagine your father in disguise? Even then. LON: And did they? TANHA: What? LON: Know the truth about the Mara. TANHA: It was so dark and they were so dirty, it was difficult to tell. Oh, they were frightful. They were all covered in ash. Some of them were almost naked. They lived entirely on roots and berries and things, and they put themselves into trances. It was quite disgusting. They handled live snakes, I remember. LON: Why? TANHA: Something to do with their religion. LON: What did father think? TANHA: The Federator, as usual, was not amused. TANHA: Come in. AMBRIL: Good morning, my Lady Tanha. TANHA: Good morning. AMBRIL: Are we ready? TANHA: I'm afraid not quite. AMBRIL: I beg your pardon. In that case, I'll TANHA: No, no, no, no. Please stay. My son can dress quite quickly. LON: What's this? AMBRIL: That, my Lord, is a small token in honour of your presence here deputising for your father. I trust you approve? TANHA: Thank you. AMBRIL: Exquisite, isn't it? LON: Is it a fake? AMBRIL: Oh no, my Lord, it's an original. One of a pair from my collection. Seven hundred years old from the middle Sumaran era. I unearthed it myself. LON: Did you really? AMBRIL: Yes, my Lord. LON: Oh. Here, then. Catch. AMBRIL: Oh, my Lord. DOCTOR: Where are you now? TEGAN: On Deva Loka, the Kinda world. DOCTOR: What are you doing there? TEGAN: It's horrible. Is that thing inside my head? You must know I climbed a tree and dropped apples on its head. No. I will never agree to what you ask. Doctor? Am I free of the Mara now? Forever? Am I? DOCTOR: You must go deeper, Tegan. Much deeper. Where are you now? TEGAN: I'm in my garden, silly. Everything grows in my garden. People always come back. I close my eyes, I want them to come back and they do. It always works. I can tell lies too. People don't always notice so I'm safe here. DOCTOR: How old are you? TEGAN: I'm six, silly. DOCTOR: Tegan, now you must leave your garden. TEGAN: Oh, why? DOCTOR: And go still deeper. Deeper and further. Much further. Can you hear me? Now, I want you to go into the dream. TEGAN: No. DOCTOR: Why not? TEGAN: Because I mustn't. HAWKER: How about you, sir? Madame, step this way, if you'd be so kind. I invite you to take the most exciting journey of all. The voyage inside. The journey to meet yourself. I address you in the silence of your own hearts. I offer my personal challenge. Dare you bare witness to what the Mara shows? Will you gaze upon the unspeakable? Dare you come face to face with the finally unfaceable? Children half price. DOCTOR: Tegan, you're perfectly safe. You must go into the dream. Where are you now? TEGAN: Snake mouth. Cave. Out. DOCTOR: Out where? TEGAN: I'm outside. I'm being fed this image. DOCTOR: Go in. TEGAN: No! Mustn't. DOCTOR: Tegan, you must go into the cave. We need to know what's there. TEGAN: Something in here. Over there. Mustn't look. Mustn't ever look. I'm safe if I don't look. DOCTOR: Tegan. TEGAN: No. DOCTOR: You're perfectly safe. You must look. We need to know what is there. TEGAN: (Mara) Go away! HAWKER: Come face to face with the truth about yourself in the Hall of Mirrors. Come along, please. You, sir. For instance, you, you have the look of a humble seeker after life's truth. LON: Do I really. HAWKER: Of course you do. Now, if you'd care to step inside LON: Do you know who I am? HAWKER: No, young man. Do tell us. Who are you? HAWKER: Oh, I beg your pardon, my Lord, my Lady. I'm sure I didn't mean LON: Well, what's in there? HAWKER: In, er? LON: Yes, what exactly does one face in your shoddy little booth? HAWKER: Er, mirrors, my Lord. LON: Mirrors? HAWKER: Distorting mirrors, that's all. People are amused. LON: Are they. HAWKER: Generally, my Lord. TANHA: Lon. NYSSA: That voice, what was it? DOCTOR: The Mara, speaking through Tegan's mouth. NYSSA: On Deva Loka you said a physical change took place when possessed by a Mara. DOCTOR: It does, as mental resistance weakens. But this time I can prevent it. NYSSA: How? DOCTOR: With this. It inhibits the production of brainwaves associated with dreaming. NYSSA: Then what? DOCTOR: We must find the cave, the snake mouth in the dream. NYSSA: It's a real place? DOCTOR: Oh, yes. What's more, I would guess it's somewhere nearby. AMBRIL: The main entrance to the cave system itself. TANHA: I'd forgotten how impressive it is. DOCTOR: Now, she will be experiencing total exclusion of all outside sound, so you must be her ears. NYSSA: She can't dream now. She's awake. DOCTOR: Dreams are occurring in the mind all the time. Come on, we must hurry. AMBRIL: The cave system itself LON: Hello! AMBRIL: It's a natural geological formation worn out of the solid rock over hundreds of thousands of years by the action of an underground river. LON: Hello! TANHA: Lon. AMBRIL: The Chamber of the Mara is the largest natural cavern thus formed, but many of our most important archeological finds LON: Big, isn't it. AMBRIL: Beg pardon, my Lord? LON: This place, it's big. AMBRIL: Yes, I suppose it is. LON: Isn't it. Hello! NYSSA: Tegan, are you all right? NYSSA: Doctor? DOCTOR: I was right. It seems there's a cave system near by that fits the description. It's, er, this way. AMBRIL: This wall constitutes a valuable record of the Sumaran era. Of course, academic interpretations as to its precise meaning do differ, but by paying scrupulous attention to detail and not allowing our imaginations to run away with us, we can form the glimmerings of an idea as to what the pictograms may mean. LON: What about the Legend of the Return? AMBRIL: The legend, my Lord? LON: Do you have an opinion? AMBRIL: Yes, I'm rather afraid I do. LON: Well? AMBRIL: The Legend of the Return is nonsense. Pure superstitious nonsense, invented by the people simply to give themselves something with which to frighten their children. It has no basis, either speculative or proven, in historical fact. DOCTOR: Extraordinary, isn't it. NYSSA: Doctor. DOCTOR: It's the cave from her dream. DOCTOR: Now, there's nothing to be frightened of. TEGAN: No! NYSSA: Doctor, she can't hear you. LON: Nevertheless, Ambril, your predecessor apparently believed in the legend. TANHA: Yes. Now what was that man's name? AMBRIL: His name, my Lady, was Dojjen. TANHA: Dojjen. Oh yes, of course, that was it. NYSSA: What are we going to do? She won't go any further, she's too frightened. DOCTOR: Well, you'll have to stay with her. I'll go into the cave alone. AMBRIL: I'm afraid Dojjen came to believe so many things. He became very erratic towards the end. The real work here was sadly neglected. LON: The real work? AMBRIL: Yes, my Lord. LON: Oh, you mean poking about in the ruins and digging for trinkets. AMBRIL: Classified, my Lord. I have tried to reestablish our studies here on a strictly scientific basis. TANHA: And I'm sure we're all truly grateful. Shall we proceed to the Chamber of the Mara? AMBRIL: Exquisite, isn't it. LON: What was in its mouth? AMBRIL: The Great Crystal, my Lord. Purely decorative. LON: Where is it now? Is it lost? AMBRIL: Oh no, my Lord. It was removed from its socket when the Mara was destroyed. Traditionally, its safekeeping is the responsibility of the Director. LON: You. AMBRIL: At present I have that honour, my Lord. The image of the Mara is sculpted out of AMBRIL (OOV.): Solid rock. It is, as you can see, in the form of a snake, a rearing snake. The imagery is consistent with the middle Sumaran period with only insignificant variation. AMBRIL: In Sumaran three period, the head has a tendency to be less pronounced, but in general TANHA: Oh, do be quiet just for a moment. It is horrible. TANHA: I'm very glad the Legend of the Return is just a story. It is, isn't it? DOCTOR: No, I'm afraid it's not. PUPPETEER: Excuse me. NYSSA: Oh, no thank you. No, really, not at the moment. PUPPETEER: Look. NYSSA: Yes, it's very good. NYSSA: Tegan! Tegan! DOCTOR: There's no need for this. AMBRIL: This is a private view. You have no business to be here. Have him thrown out. LON: Wait. At least let the man have his say. AMBRIL: Why, my Lord? The man's clearly deranged. LON: Is he? AMBRIL: Of course he is. TANHA: Lon, I really think the Director should deal with this. DOCTOR: Director? Director of what? AMBRIL: Research effort into the Sumaran era. DOCTOR: Are you indeed? Then you may be able to help AMBRIL: I think not. Throw him out. LON: Just a moment, Ambril. It has been suggested that I take more interest in our legends. Release him. LON: And where, according to you, is the Mara now? DOCTOR: At present it exists as a latent mental force in the mind of my companion. LON: Does it. DOCTOR: It's using her dreams to increase its power. Eventually it will take over her mind altogether, but I've put together a device to inhibit this temporarily. LON: Oh, how very resourceful. DOCTOR: Why don't you come and meet her? She's outside. AMBRIL: My Lord, I must insist LON: Very well, show us. DOCTOR: Certainly. Follow me. AMBRIL My Lord! DOCTOR: Nyssa! AMBRIL: Is this your companion? DOCTOR: Nyssa, what's the matter? NYSSA: Doctor, she's gone. DOCTOR: What! LON: She's gone, apparently. DOCTOR: Where? NYSSA: She took fright. It all happened so quickly. LON: You've disappointed me, Doctor. I should have you punished. DOCTOR: Come on. LON: No, let them go. What's the point? SEER: Here, that's better. You can hear me now. TEGAN: No, I mustn't take it off. SEER: Why ever not? What is it, anyway? What does it do? TEGAN: I can't, I can't remember. I mustn't, that's all. Where am I? SEER: You passed out. They brought you in here. Are you feeling better? TEGAN: Yes. DOCTOR: Oh, this is hopeless. What state was she in? NYSSA: Terrified. DOCTOR: Well, let's go back to the TARDIS. She might try and find her way back there. TEGAN: Who are you, please? SEER: I see into the future. I expect it was all the people. TEGAN: I expect it was all the people. SEER: Of course, that's what it was. It's easy to get confused in crowds. Anyway, I'm glad you're feeling better. TEGAN: In that. SEER: What? TEGAN: You see into the future in that? SEER: Yes. Well, between you and me, not really, I don't. I pretend. I flutter my fingers, gaze deep into the ball and then TEGAN: Then? SEER: Then I make something up. Whatever comes into my head. Whatever I think they want to hear. After all, they're paying. Doesn't do any harm. Mind you, it's surprising what does come into your head. Sometimes I surprise myself. TEGAN: Is it surprise? SEER: What is it? What's the matter? What's wrong? TEGAN: Is it? Well, look now. NYSSA: Where can she be? DOCTOR: Well, as long as she's wearing the anti-dream device she should be safe. NYSSA: And if she's not? DOCTOR: I don't know. I just don't know. Why has the Mara returned? Why now, after so long? What does it want? TEGAN: Look now.
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SNAKEDANCE BY: CHRISTOPHER BAILEY Part Two First Air Date: 19 January 1983 Running time: 24:35 DOCTOR: We don't know nearly enough. Without more information we are simply blundering around in the dark. NYSSA: The TARDIS databanks? DOCTOR: No, no, no. This is the Mara's homeworld. The answers we need are out there. I'll try the Director of the Research Institute, and you look for Tegan in the market. We'll meet back here. NYSSA: Right. NYSSA: Well, thank you anyway. NYSSA: Tegan! TEGAN: Come to see the fun? NYSSA: The fun? TEGAN: Yes, she's still in there. She screamed and screamed. NYSSA: Are you all right? Where've you been? TEGAN: I'm fine. Why shouldn't I be? NYSSA: You're not wearing the anti-dreaming device. TEGAN: I took it off. It wasn't necessary. NYSSA: Tegan, what about the Mara? TEGAN: Stop fussing. What Mara? Look, here she is. Quick, she mustn't see me. TEGAN: You should have seen her face. It was so funny. When she screamed, you could see right down her throat. NYSSA: Tegan, what's the matter with you? What's been going on? Tegan, look at me. TEGAN: Nyssa, help me. Help me. I made it appear. NYSSA: What? TEGAN: You fool. Leave me alone. Just leave me alone. NYSSA: Tegan! CHELA: Er. AMBRIL: Yes, Chela, what is it? CHELA: It could be the man you were talking about. AMBRIL: What man? CHELA: The man from the cave. AMBRIL: Oh, that man. No, can't possibly. Tell him to go away. DOCTOR: Er, hello. AMBRIL: I know exactly what you want. DOCTOR: Do you? AMBRIL: Yes, you've come to pester me with some extravagant theory you've dreamed up concerning the Mara, and should I, the Director, fail to take sufficient notice of your colourful improbabilities, it will be the end of civilisation as we know it at least. How am I doing so far, hmm? DOCTOR: Look AMBRIL: Sorry to disappoint you, but, you know, you're hardly the first. For some reason, the study of the Sumaran era has always attracted more than its share of cranks. Particularly when a ceremony's due. DOCTOR: What ceremony? AMBRIL: Commemorating the destruction of the Mara by the Federation. Surprise me. Tell me you didn't know. DOCTOR: When is it to be held? AMBRIL: Tomorrow. DOCTOR: Impossible! It must be called off. At least until my companion is found. AMBRIL: Oh, certainly. DOCTOR: What? AMBRIL: Yes, I'll cancel the whole thing. At once. Now my assistant will show you out. DOCTOR: Look, the facts are these. First of all, my companion brought us here, to this world, without ever having been here before. Now why should she do that? Why here, why now? Then I used hypnosis to establish the presence of the Mara in her head. You see, she has a recurring dream CHELA: A dream? DOCTOR: And in this dream. What is it? AMBRIL: It proves nothing. Merely that he's acquainted with the legend. DOCTOR: The Legend of the Return? CHELA: Yes. AMBRIL: Don't encourage him. DOCTOR: Well, tell me! Look, all I want's a little information. What possible harm is there in that? DOCTOR: Tell me about the legend. AMBRIL: All right, all right, humour him, Chela. But remember, there are no actual facts to impede the full flow of the imagination. CHELA: The Legend tells that the Mara was not destroyed by the founders of the Federation, but only banished. DOCTOR: To the Dark Places of the Inside. CHELA: Yes. DOCTOR: I'm so sorry. Do go on. CHELA: Anyway, according to the Legend, the Mara will return in a dream. DOCTOR: What does it want? CHELA: It returns to regain its power over men, when the minds meet again in the Great Crystal. DOCTOR: The Great Crystal? AMBRIL: That's enough. DOCTOR: How can minds meet? AMBRIL: How indeed. Wishy mystical mumbo-jumbo. CHELA: What about the Snake Dancers? AMBRIL: It appeals to a certain type of mind. Primitive, lazy, uneducated type of mind. Even my assistant here isn't immune. You'll find that the Legend becomes more and more vague the closer it approaches anything resembling any factual detail. NYSSA: Hello? NYSSA (OOV.): Hello? AMBRIL: Now take this, for example. It dates from the middle Sumaran era and unusually is mentioned quite specifically in the Legend. Oh, there can be no doubt. The reference is to the Six Faces of Delusion. Now count. One, two, three, four, five. You will observe there are five faces, not six as the Legend would have it. Now, my point is this. I do find it quite extraordinarily difficult to take seriously a Legend that cannot even count accurately. Of course, artistically speaking, it's an entirely different matter. The piece is exquisite. An undoubted masterpiece. DOCTOR: What is it? AMBRIL: Hmm? Headdress. DOCTOR: Try it on. AMBRIL: What? DOCTOR: Try it on. AMBRIL: Certainly not. Whatever for? DOCTOR: Please. I want to show you something, then I'll go and leave you in peace. AMBRIL: Very well. AMBRIL: Well? DOCTOR: Now, count the faces again. AMBRIL: Do as he says. CHELA: One, two, three, four, five. DOCTOR: And one makes six. The sixth Face of Delusion is the wearer's own. That was probably the idea, don't you think? AMBRIL: Get out! Go on, get out! TEGAN: No, please. MARA (OOV.): Face me. TEGAN: No. No, I mustn't. I can't. MARA (OOV.): Face me. TEGAN: I'm so tired. MARA (OOV.): Then borrow my strength. TEGAN: How is it possible? TEGAN: On the Kinda world, the Mara was repelled by mirrors. MARA (OOV.): On the Kinda world, I was trapped in a circle of mirrors. There is no circle here. TEGAN: Why am I so confused? MARA (OOV.): You're divided against yourself. A stranger in your own mind. You are pathetic. Look at me! I can make up your mind. TEGAN: No. MARA: Why not? What are you afraid of? Just who do you think you are? CHELA: Doctor? Take this. DOCTOR: What is it? CHELA: The Snake Dancers use them in their rituals. They call them Little Mind's Eye. In the Legend, the Great Crystal is named as the Great Mind's Eye. DOCTOR: Indeed. CHELA: Perhaps there's a connection. Perhaps they're even made of the same substance. I don't know, Ambril refused to let me run the tests. DOCTOR: Why are you telling me this? CHELA: I must go. DOCTOR: Do you believe in the Legends? CHELA: No, of course not. DOCTOR: One more question. Who are the Snake Dancers? HAWKER: Highly convincing, young lady. A trick, of course. Voice projection, the art of the ventriloquist perhaps, but in different registers. Oh, very original, all in all. Various possibilities present themselves immediately, should you be, er, along the lines of a partnership. A booth, perhaps and so forth. And me outside enticing the passer-by. Talking them in, relieving them at the door of some small token of their sincere interest. You inside in the half dark, talking away to yourself and scaring them all half to death. Highly satisfactory all round. What do you think? DOCTOR: Nyssa! NYSSA: Doctor. NYSSA: I saw Tegan. I spoke to her. DOCTOR: Well, where is she now? NYSSA: She ran away from me. I lost her in the crowd. But Doctor, look. NYSSA: She was behaving very oddly. DOCTOR: Was she marked? NYSSA: I don't DOCTOR: On her arm. The mark of the snake. NYSSA: I didn't look, I didn't notice. DOCTOR: It must be the Mara. Come on. HAWKER: Enough's enough. I said I was impressed, as impressed as I need to be. I'm not a curious man. I was once, a long time ago. I was a humble student of life's mysteries. A treader of the secret pathways, a delver into the darker corners and so forth. All rubbish, of course. At the end of the day, when the lights come up, as in one form or another they always do, there's always somebody standing there with their hand out, waiting to be paid. I decided long ago that person might as well be me. Or, in present circumstances, us. TEGAN: Us. TEGAN: Who exactly are you? You're not important. There is only one. Only he matters more than what is to be done here. LON: I'm not coming. TANHA: Good. LON: I beg your pardon? TANHA: It's probably just as well. You'd only spoil it. Your behaviour in the caves this morning was unforgivable. The poor man was quite disconcerted. LON: Ooo. TANHA: You were taking advantage of your position. LON: Oh please, you're going to be dreary. TANHA: No, I am not going to be anything. We are invited to dinner, I am going. Are you just going to lie there being bored? LON: Yes, do you know, I rather suspect I am. After all, what else is there to do? DOCTOR: Come on. NYSSA: Why are we here? DOCTOR: Facts, Nyssa, facts. There's something I noticed before. I need to take another look. NYSSA (OOV.): At what? DOCTOR: The pictograms. There's a ceremony taking place commemorating the supposed destruction of the Mara. NYSSA: So? DOCTOR: The Mara's waited a long time for this return. I think it plans to be spectacular. TANHA: Oh, Lon. Do come to the party. DOCTOR: There! Now look. What do you make of that? There in the centre. Could that represent the Great Crystal? NYSSA: Could do. DOCTOR: And these lines from the centre, energy of some sort? NYSSA: Mental energy. DOCTOR: What? NYSSA: Well, presumably. The lines go to the heads of the figures. DOCTOR: Hmm. Minds meet in the Great Crystal. But what are these? Now, everything in this pictogram tells us something if we know how to read it, so what are these? LON: Who is it? HAWKER: Excuse me for intruding, my Lord. Your lackey LON: The showman. HAWKER: Oh, I'm flattered you remember me. LON: Of course I remember you. Go away. HAWKER: Ah. Our previous encounter, rather unfortunate. Heat of the moment, press of the crowd, various misunderstandings, so forth. LON: What do you want? HAWKER: I've been sent to fetch you. LON: Have you indeed? HAWKER: You are, er, summoned. LON: Summoned? I am summoned? How extraordinary. By whom? NYSSA (OOV.): Doctor! DOCTOR: Hmm? NYSSA: If the Great Crystal of the Legend ever really existed, then logically there is where it would have fitted. HAWKER: In here, my Lord. LON: This is your booth. I'm beginning to regret this. I hope for you sake that I'm not going to be disappointed. HAWKER: Please, my Lord. LON: Can I have your personal assurance? HAWKER: She's inside. LON: So I should hope. LON: You, er, summoned me, apparently. It's not something I'm accustomed to, but here I am. Well, what happens now? LON: Yes. After all, why not. DOCTOR: Obvious. NYSSA: What is? DOCTOR: The Great Crystal, the Great Mind's Eye. That's the clue! The lines do represent the flow of mental energy, but not going to the individual figures, coming from them. NYSSA: And meeting in the Great Crystal. DOCTOR: Just as a lens focuses the rays of the sun, the Great Mind's Eye gathered all the individual thought energies and concentrated them, and amplified them, and redirected them there. NYSSA: But it's blank. It's been scratched out! DOCTOR: Now, according to the Legend, the Great Crystal is the source of the Mara's power. But where is it now? What exactly were its properties? Oh, if only we could take a look at the Great Crystal itself. Unless, I wonder. AMBRIL: Then you see, my Lady, we draw a complete blank. It's quite clear that the Manussans of the pre-Sumaran era were a highly civilised people. Their technology in some senses was considerably in advance of our own. Then, suddenly, almost overnight, the Manussan civilisation simply disappeared. It was certainly subjected to a cultural catastrophe of unimaginable proportions. TANHA: Shall we eat? AMBRIL: Yes, to such an extent that when the Federation record begins some six hundred years later, they speak of the Manussans as a primitive people in thrall to the Mara, sunk in barbarity, degradation and cruelty. AMBRIL: Are you all right, my Lady? TANHA: Yes, yes, of course. Please do go on. AMBRIL: A shame your son could not be with us. TANHA: Yes, I'm sure he would have found it all most illuminating. TEGAN: Silence! Follow me. DOCTOR: Come on, over there. Now, sit down. NYSSA: Doctor, I'm not at all clear what we're supposed to be doing. DOCTOR: Just think about it. NYSSA: What? DOCTOR: Sit down. DOCTOR: Now, simple test. The Great Crystal focuses thought in some way. Now, if this is the same sort of crystal, it should exhibit the same properties. We must direct our thoughts at it and observe what happens. NYSSA: Now? DOCTOR: Yes. LON: Come on, hurry up. HAWKER: I, er, where's she taking us? LON: Come on. HAWKER: I, I, I don't. LON: Come on. NYSSA: I'm sorry, Doctor. I can't concentrate hard enough. DOCTOR: It doesn't matter. NYSSA: I feel so foolish. DOCTOR: We'll try another way. TEGAN: Where is the Crystal? Who has dared to remove the Great Crystal? NYSSA: What are you doing? DOCTOR: Hmm? I'm adjusting the frequency. I need to eliminate all unnecessary outside noise as an aid to concentration. There. Right, let's try again. You come and stand over here, watch the crystal closely and observe any changes. You ready? NYSSA: Yes. DOCTOR: Right. NYSSA: It can't be. It's impossible. TEGAN: You're not impressed. LON: Not overly, no. Why, did you expect that I would be? TEGAN: Leave them alone. LON: Toys for children. HAWKER: Toys? You don't understand. These are the real thing, the genuine article. They're worth money, a fortune! LON: Now tell me about the Great Crystal. That interests me. It interests me very much indeed. NYSSA: And then the light faded. DOCTOR: Well, of course, it's small. It's power is obviously limited. NYSSA: But there was only a blue light. DOCTOR: You're missing the point, Nyssa. It's not what you saw but that you saw anything at all. It proves the crystal has the quality of transforming thought into energy. NYSSA: I see! DOCTOR: Perhaps even into matter itself. Just think of the power the Great Crystal must have. Whatever's in your thought, whatever in your mind, it can actually make it occur. NYSSA: And if the Mara's in Tegan's mind DOCTOR: Exactly. The Mara needs the Great Crystal in order to make itself reoccur. Er, stay here. NYSSA: Where are you going? DOCTOR: To warn Ambril. He knows where the Great Crystal is now. He must be made to listen. LON: Yes, I do know where it is. TEGAN: Where? LON: Or rather, to be more precise, I know who knows where it is, and how he may be persuaded to tell us. AMBRIL: A toast to the Federation in the person of this charming lady DOCTOR: I do assure you it is most important. Where is the Great Mind's Eye? TANHA: The what? DOCTOR: The Great Crystal from the snake in the chamber. AMBRIL: I beg your pardon, my Lady. TANHA: No, really, I love surprises. DOCTOR: You know where it is. AMBRIL: I certainly do. DOCTOR: Where? AMBRIL: Wherever it is, I can assure you it's perfectly safe. DOCTOR: The Great Crystal is the source of the Mara's power. It needs that power to make itself reoccur. That's why it has returned. AMBRIL: I think we've heard enough. Take him away. DOCTOR: Through the Great Crystal the Mara will reoccur as a physical fact here on Manussa! LON: Only one thing remains to be decided. TEGAN: Yes. HAWKER: Me? Oh, er, I could assist in whatever capacity, using my discretion. HAWKER: Or, or, I could simply forget. Whichever and whatever you prefer. TEGAN: He has served his purpose. LON: You are no longer necessary. TEGAN: Look at me. HAWKER: No, no, please, what are you doing? TEGAN: Look at me! HAWKER: No! TEGAN: Look at me. I'm not going to harm you. Look at me. LON: That's right. Look at me. Look at me.
{"type": "series", "show": "Doctor Who", "episode": "20x06 - Snakedance - part 2"}
foreverdreaming
SNAKEDANCE BY: CHRISTOPHER BAILEY Part Three First Air Date: 25 January 1983 Running time: 24:29 CHELA: I brought you some food. DOCTOR: How long am I to be locked up here? CHELA: Do you want it? DOCTOR: Well, come on, surely at least you can tell me that? CHELA: You're to be kept here until after the ceremony this afternoon. DOCTOR: That will be too late. Whatever is to happen will happen at the ceremony. LON: What about him? TEGAN: He's not important. Only the Great Crystal is important. I need the Great Crystal. LON: Well, I'll have to see what I can do. TEGAN: You must not fail me. LON: No. No, I understand. DOCTOR: Do you think I'm inventing all this? What would I have to gain? CHELA: I don't know. DOCTOR: But you're not sure it is all nonsense, are you. CHELA: Yes, of course I am. DOCTOR: Why did you tell me about the Crystal? CHELA: Because you're not the first. Dojjen, the Director before Ambril, he too was convinced that the Mara would return. DOCTOR: What happened to Dojjen? CHELA: It doesn't matter. The Great Crystal is safe. Ambril has charge of it. TANHA: Lon, where have you been? LON: Out. TANHA: Come here. LON: Whatever for? TANHA: I want to look at you. TANHA: When I realised your room was empty, I very nearly raised the alarm, but I didn't want to embarrass you. LON: Embarrass me? TANHA: Yes, if you were out somewhere having fun. Were you? While your poor mother was stuck at the official dinner being bored into tiny pieces. I shall never forgive you. LON: No, mother, I wasn't. TANHA: Promise me. What are you hiding? LON: What? TANHA: Show me. LON: It's just a cheap fake. I picked it up at the market. TANHA: Since when have you been interested? LON: It caught my eye, that's all. TANHA: Well, then, why won't you LON: Mother, I won't have you asking questions. AMBRIL: Well? CHELA: I've taken him food. AMBRIL: He should be grateful. Was there something else, Chela? CHELA: I think he's harmless. AMBRIL: Harmless? Of course the fool's harmless. CHELA: He is a doctor. AMBRIL: Doctor? Of what? I'm sure the man has no academic standing whatsoever. DOCTOR (OOV.): I do not want any more blankets! I want to get out of here. Tell your master I want to see him. DOCTOR: Nyssa! LON: Give it to me. Thank you. TANHA: Where are you going? AMBRIL: Look at this, Chela. CHELA: What is it? AMBRIL: The meanderings of another crank. Written by Dojjen in the months before he decided his particular line of research was best pursued up in the hills with a snake wrapped round his neck. You'll find the last entry of interest, medical interest. He addresses what remained of his wits to the question 'where is the Mara'. Well, read it. CHELA: (reading) Where the winds of restlessness blow, where the fires of greed burn, where hatred chills the blood, here in the Great Mind's Eye, here in the depths of the human heart, here is the Mara. AMBRIL: You see? CHELA: Is it a code? AMBRIL: Code? Course it's not a code. It's nonsense, pure and simple woolly minded nonsense. LON: I'm very pleased to hear it. AMBRIL: Oh, my Lord. LON: Good morning to you both. AMBRIL: Good morning. LON: I need to ask a favour. A private favour, if you don't mind. AMBRIL: Of course, why should he mind. Chela, out, out, out, out. AMBRIL: Now, my Lord, what can I do for you? DOCTOR: Oh, it's no use, Nyssa. I have tried. NYSSA: This is so stupid. DOCTOR: The lock is extremely primitive. It's practically a museum piece. There's no electronic impulse matrix to decode, no sonic microcircuit to disrupt. Proved mechanical six barrel movement, key operated. Primitive but adequate. Well, it's more than adequate, actually, because the key is what we don't have. NYSSA: There must be something DOCTOR: Quickly. DOCTOR: Have you come to let me out? CHELA: I've brought you this. It was written by Dojjen. Look at the last page. DOCTOR: I'd much rather you unlocked the door and let me out. CHELA: You know I can't do that. DOCTOR: Why, don't you have the key? CHELA: No, I don't. DOCTOR: Ambril, I suppose. CHELA: What? DOCTOR: Has the key in his room. CHELA: Yes, I suppose so. What are you talking about? I thought you might be interested, but DOCTOR: No, wait, wait. Of course I'm interested. The last page, you say? AMBRIL: My Lord, I am bound by an oath. An oath I had to swear on taking office. An oath dating back to the time of the destruction of the Mara. LON: But you do know where the Crystal is. AMBRIL: Oh, my Lord, not even the Federator himself may see the Great Crystal, though I am gratified by your awakened interest. LON: Well, you know how it is. With time on one's hands, one pokes around. LON: Surprising, really, what one can turn up. AMBRIL: Yes. CHELA: Well? DOCTOR: It's a reference to the Great Mind's Eye. CHELA: And it was the last thing Dojjen wrote before he DOCTOR: Before he what? CHELA: Now give it back to me. DOCTOR: Before he what? CHELA: Before he danced the Dance of the Snake. AMBRIL: Where did you find it? Oh, my Lord, I'm sorry, but you understand what a discovery like this means to me. LON: Is it valuable? AMBRIL: Beyond price. LON: And rare? AMBRIL: It's unique, my Lord. LON: How strange. As far as I could see, they did seem to be scattered around rather. AMBRIL: Scattered? They? How many? LON: I didn't count them. AMBRIL: Many, though? Many? Lots? My Lord, tell me! LON: Perhaps you'd like me to show you where they are. CHELA: The Snake Dance was banned by the Federation nearly a hundred years ago. DOCTOR: Why, what was the function of the Dance? CHELA: Well, according to the Legend, the Mara's return may only be resisted by those of perfectly clear mind. The Dance was a dance of purification in readiness for the return. However, the Federation held that the Mara no longer existed. That's why they drove the Snake Dancers into the hills. Oh, apparently it involved the use of certain powers. DOCTOR: What kind of powers? CHELA: Mental powers, easily misunderstood. DOCTOR: Yes, of course. TANHA: What do you think you're doing? PUNCH: That's the way to do it! JUDY: He struck me! JUDY: Don't care. Was made to care. PUNCH: Wake up, Judy. CROWD: Aw. PUNCH: Oh dear. Oh dear oh dear. TANHA: Where is Ambril? He should be here. I am really not sure what to do with you. It is hardly a situation one meets. Ah. TANHA: I think perhaps you had better come with me. Isn't that what one usually says in this kind of situation. PUNCH: Oh, I've been naughty. LON: Just what we need. AMBRIL: My Lord? LON: Wait here. PUNCH: What is it? Go away, go away. PUNCH: Go away, go away. LON: Right. AMBRIL: What are they for, my Lord. LON: We must be equipped. AMBRIL: Where are we going? LON: Just you wait and see. Come on. DOCTOR: So, Dojjen believed the legend of the Mara to such an extent that he gave up everything, went up into the hills to purify himself in readiness. CHELA: Doctor, nobody these days believe in legends. CHELA: My Lady. TANHA: Bring her in. LON: Ahem. AMBRIL: In there? Oh no, it's impossible, my Lord. All the passages have been thoroughly explored over the years. LON: Come on. No, wait. We may as well do this properly. AMBRIL: What's that? LON: A blindfold. AMBRIL: No, certainly not. LON: You don't have to. It all depends on how badly you want the honour of having made this discovery on your own. AMBRIL: You'd allow me to take the credit? LON: Certainly. It's up to you. NYSSA: What are we going to do? DOCTOR: Shush. NYSSA: Doctor! DOCTOR: What do you suggest? NYSSA: We've got to get out of here. DOCTOR: How? NYSSA: If only we still had the sonic screwdriver. DOCTOR: Well, we haven't, so for the time being we must make use of what we do have. NYSSA: What. DOCTOR: This. TANHA: I was actually looking for my son. CHELA: Oh, he was here, my Lady. He had something to discuss with the Director. TANHA: Did he? How very odd. LON: And another three steps. That's it. Now forwards. Wait there. AMBRIL: What is it? LON: Don't worry, it's all right. Now, over the step, and stop. LON: You've done splendidly. AMBRIL: Where are we? LON: Where do you think? AMBRIL: We're there? LON: You can take off your blindfold now. Look. I trust you're not disappointed? AMBRIL: Not disappointed, my Lord. LON: So it was all worth it, then? AMBRIL: Oh, my Lord, the existence of these objects is entirely unsuspected. Oh, my Lord, this is genuine. It's amazing. This is the greatest hoard of all HAWKER: Entertainment. Children half price. Step this way please for the spectacle of a lifetime. Tread the mystic corridors of time to visit the dark and distant shores of the imagination. AMBRIL: What is this place? TEGAN: Silence! Stop wasting time. Where is the Great Crystal? DOCTOR: Well? NYSSA: Doctor, what exactly are you asking me? DOCTOR: This is a record of a journey, a private mental journey. Now, he must have discovered something that finally decided him. NYSSA: To do with what? DOCTOR: Oh, I don't know. The Mara, the history of the planet, the origins of this crystal. NYSSA: To function as they do, the crystals must possess a perfect molecular structure tuned to the exact wavelengths of the human mind. Doctor, the crystal is man made! DOCTOR: What? AMBRIL: It's all a hoax, isn't it, my Lord? This is just a prank at my expense. These are friends of yours, aren't they? It's just an elaborate hoax, isn't it? LON: And these? AMBRIL: These? LON: Are they a hoax? After all, you're the expert. AMBRIL: No! TEGAN: Where is the Great Crystal? DOCTOR: Yes, of course, I should have realised. Structurally perfect. It has to be free of all flaws and distortions. Even the minute distortions produced by the effects of gravity. NYSSA: What are you saying? DOCTOR: The crystals were designed and built by a people who had mastered the techniques of molecular engineering in a zero gravity environment. NYSSA: But the Manussans are not that advanced. DOCTOR: No, and according to Chela this crystal is eight hundred years old. AMBRIL: No! Why is everyone suddenly interested in the Great Crystal? LON: Everyone? TEGAN: Who else? AMBRIL: Some crank. TEGAN: His name? AMBRIL: He calls himself the Doctor, although personally I rather doubt it. TEGAN: The Doctor must not interfere. He must be k*lled. AMBRIL: k*lled? LON: Take no notice. My friend has a theory, and in order to test it the Great Crystal must be placed in its socket during the ceremony. AMBRIL: No, it's quite impossible. TEGAN: Nothing is impossible. AMBRIL: Please, my Lord. LON: Now listen to me. If you don't cooperate, I promise you you'll never set eyes on any of these trinkets ever again. You'll always know that they existed somewhere, that you discovered them once, held them in your hands once, and then lost them forever. It's up to you. AMBRIL: Oh! No! Wait! All right, I agree. NYSSA: But there would be records. A people eight hundred years ago capable of molecular engineering? DOCTOR: Not necessarily. I suspect that when they built the Great Crystal they overlooked one vital factor. The nature of the mental energy would determine the nature of the matter created. The Great Crystal absorbed what was in their minds. The restlessness, the hatred, the greed. Absorbed it, amplified it, reflected it. NYSSA: And created the Mara. DOCTOR: Indeed. And in the reign of evil which followed they must have forgotten the most important thing of all, that the Mara was something they themselves had blindly brought into being. AMBRIL: Where are they? LON: They're quite safe. If you cooperate, you can discover them again after the ceremony. AMBRIL: Your friend? LON: She's looking after them for you. Come on. You can discover them again after the ceremony. NYSSA: But if Dojjen had worked out what had happened DOCTOR: Only some of it. The rest he must have learned from the Snake Dancers who kept the knowledge alive, hidden in traditions and legends. NYSSA: And if he became convinced that the Mara would return DOCTOR: He didn't know exactly when, and nobody would listen, just as no one will listen to us. NYSSA: Then why didn't he simply destroy the Great Crystal when it was in his charge? DOCTOR: Good question. I don't know. NYSSA: And in the meantime? DOCTOR: We wait. TANHA: It is difficult for him, isn't it. He is young, impatient. He knows that one day he will be Federator and rule over the three worlds. My husband is an old man, but he is lingering on rather. He could live for years, and so my son must wait. The young do not like to wait, do they. As a rule. You may speak freely. Strictly between ourselves. TANHA: Lon! Where've you been? LON: Nowhere, Mother. Just exploring. LON: Ambril has been showing me around, haven't you. DOCTOR: Patience. NYSSA: How can you be so calm? What if Chela doesn't help? DOCTOR: I think he will. NYSSA: You can't be certain. DOCTOR: No. NYSSA: And meanwhile the Mara could destroy Tegan. LON: My fault, I'm afraid. I did rather insist, and he's got a little dusty in the process. Ambril has an announcement to make. AMBRIL: Do I? LON: Yes, you do. AMBRIL: Oh. Oh yes. In honour of the special esteem, esteem LON: Ceremony. AMBRIL: Yes, in the ceremony this afternoon Lon, the son of the present Federator, will play the part of his illustrious ancestor who five hundred years ago defeated the Mara and founded the Federation. In honour of this special occasion, the Great Crystal, the Great Mind's Eye, will for the first time be inserted into its rightful place CHELA: No! LON: Oh? Will that be difficult? I know sometimes these last minutes changes of plan CHELA: Director, it is expressly forbidden. AMBRIL: Superstition, just foolish superstition. LON: It's my fault, I'm afraid. You see, it was my idea. CHELA: My Lord. LON: Mother, do you have any objection? AMBRIL: Those are my instructions and I will have them obeyed to the letter. LON: Then fetch the Great Crystal, would you? AMBRIL: Now? LON: Yes, why not? We may as well have a look at it. LON: Well, I think a drink while we're waiting. Will you join us? CHELA: Er, no, my Lord. I'm afraid I have other duties. LON: Of course. Highly commendable. You mustn't neglect your duties. TANHA: Lon, will you please tell me what is going on? LON: Of course, Mother, I'd be only too pleased. CHELA: Excuse me, my Lord, my Lady. LON: What was on the table? He picked something up off the table. What was it? TEGAN: Well, showman, do you still dream of my success? Perhaps you do. After all, you have no choice. You have got to look. DOCTOR: Well done! CHELA: Quiet, there's no time. DOCTOR: What made you change your mind? CHELA: Come on. TANHA: Are you sure? He seemed such a pleasant young man. LON: He's taken the key. That proves he's involved. CHELA: We must get out of the building at once. NYSSA: And back to the TARDIS? DOCTOR: You're forgetting Tegan. LON: I want all the entrances sealed. They must not escape. TANHA: Oh, Lon, I really do feel LON: Mother, do you expect me to allow those who plot my death to go free? TANHA: Your death? LON: Isn't it obvious? DOCTOR: Back the way we came. DOCTOR: All right, all right, we give in. LON: Give in? You talk as though you had a choice. k*ll them.
{"type": "series", "show": "Doctor Who", "episode": "20x07 - Snakedance - part 3"}
foreverdreaming
SNAKEDANCE BY: CHRISTOPHER BAILEY Part Four First Air Date: 26 January 1983 Running time: 24:29 TANHA: You can't do that! LON: Why not? TANHA: It is preposterous to think that anyone is plotting against you, least of all these people. DOCTOR: Your mother is right. LON: I'd expect you to say that. DOCTOR: My only concern is for Tegan and the Great Crystal. AMBRIL: Why should the Great Crystal concern you? DOCTOR: If I'm allowed to live long enough, I'll explain. TEGAN: Puzzling, isn't it. How can it be happening? Can you believe your eyes? You have no choice. DOCTOR: You must not do that. TANHA: And why not? LON: Mother. TANHA: No, no, the man is entitled to his say, however preposterous. Of course we can do it. And the Director has agreed, haven't you. AMBRIL: The Great Crystal will be returned to its rightful place during the ceremony. DOCTOR: But why? LON: Why what? DOCTOR: Why did you request it, and why did he agree? TANHA: Why not? It is actually one of the few advantages of being a member of the Federator's family. CHELA: But it's forbidden. It's forbidden by tradition going back five hundred years! LON: Is that why you propose to assassinate me? TANHA: I thought we'd cleared that up. DOCTOR: Who said we wanted to assassinate you? LON: I'm not here to be questioned by you. DOCTOR: No, of course not. How foolish of me. I've been very stupid. Do you remember me telling you, Nyssa, on the Kinda world, the mark of the Mara? I should have realised. LON: They'd never believe you. TANHA: What are you two talking about? DOCTOR: Where's Tegan? What have you done with her? TANHA: Tegan? Who is Tegan? LON: Another of the Doctor's companions who apparently he has lost. TANHA: Why is he asking you about her? LON: How should I know, Mother? The man's a complete fool. DOCTOR: You won't succeed. In the end, evil never does. TANHA: What does he mean, evil? Who is evil? LON: Oh, I am, Mother. Isn't it obvious? Your son is evil. After all, why else would they want to k*ll me. Don't you see? TANHA: I most certainly do. Take them away. Take all of them away. LON: No, I think we can afford to be generous on today of all days. At least let them see the Great Crystal just once, just for a moment, don't you think? AMBRIL: My Lord. LON: Indulge me. That's close enough. Right. AMBRIL: Shall I? LON: If you wouldn't mind. DOCTOR: Now! DOCTOR: Come on, there's no time for that! LON: Well, don't just stand there, after them! AMBRIL: Me? LON: Yes, you, and take that fool with you. CHELA: Where are we going? DOCTOR: To find Tegan. CHELA: We don't even know if she's still alive. DOCTOR: Tegan won't die until the Mara within her is free. NYSSA: If Lon has been affected by the Mara, why hasn't he changed? DOCTOR: Same reason as Tegan. He still has a lot of his own personality. CHELA: But he is influenced? DOCTOR: Very much so. DOCTOR: Come on. LON: Well? AMBRIL: No sign, my Lord. I'm afraid they seem to have got away. LON: Do they. AMBRIL: Yes. I've issued the necessary instruction. A search party is being organised. LON: It doesn't matter. What can they do now? AMBRIL: As you say, my Lord. LON: Well? AMBRIL: I only wish to remind you, my Lord LON: I've not forgotten. AMBRIL: Our arrangement. LON: Yes. AMBRIL: You promised immediately after the ceremony, my Lord. LON: Go away. TANHA: Lon, what arrangement? What did you promise him? LON: Nothing, Mother. It doesn't matter. TANHA: I know you, you're planning something. Is it to be a surprise? LON: Yes, Mother. DOCTOR: In here. CHELA: It's all right, I think we've managed to lose them. CHELA: I'm sorry, Doctor, it's just the surprise. DOCTOR: What is it? CHELA: You've been touched by an attendant demon. You must forfeit a coin. It's the custom, I'm afraid. DOCTOR: Custom? CHELA: On the day of the ceremony, the attendant demons seek out the unwary. Anyone they touch with the evil must pay up or, er. DOCTOR: Or what? CHELA: Have water tipped over their heads. It's part of the fun. DOCTOR: I'm afraid I don't have a coin. CHELA: Here you are. May you never feel the serpent's tooth. DOCTOR: I wish it was that easy.) NYSSA: Doctor, what are we going to do? DOCTOR: How long have we got? When does the actual ceremony begin? CHELA: Well, first the Great Snake is taken in procession through the streets before going up to the cave. DOCTOR: How long? CHELA: A few hours. DOCTOR: I wonder if there's still time. There must be. It's our only hope. Come on. CHELA: Where are we going? DOCTOR: Change of plan. To find Dojjen. TANHA: But if it's nothing, why won't you let me see it? LON: I told you, Mother, it's just a scratch. TANHA: It could become infected. How did it happen? Why didn't you tell me? LON: It was an accident. TANHA: What sort of an accident? I would just like to check LON: Mother! For the last time, will you leave me alone! MAN: Now the Great Snake has come to claim his own. Who has the power to turn away his face? Which one of you has the strength to turn away? Who can protect us now? Submit! Submit! DOCTOR: Come on. CHELA: If we could steal the Great Crystal, this trek wouldn't be necessary. DOCTOR: It's not as simple as that. NYSSA: Why not? DOCTOR: We wouldn't be preventing the Mara's return, only postponing it. It would continue to exist as a mental force. No, this time we must destroy it completely. NYSSA: But how? DOCTOR: I don't know. NYSSA: And you think Dojjen will be able to tell us? DOCTOR: I hope so. CHELA: Dojjen hasn't been seen for ten years. He could be anywhere, assuming he's still alive. DOCTOR: You're forgetting we do have this. CHELA: How will that help to find him? DOCTOR: It won't. It will help him find us. Trust me. LON: Well? AMBRIL: I've taken the liberty of bringing the costume that you must wear for the ceremony, my Lord. LON: Oh good. Look, Mother. AMBRIL: It's an exact replica of the costume worn by your ancestor, the Founder of the Federation, when he destroyed the Mara five hundred years ago. LON: How very appropriate. AMBRIL: I beg your pardon, my Lord? LON: Don't you think so, Mother? LON: Well, I'm going to try it on. Are you coming? CHELA: How far are we going? DOCTOR: This should be fine. NYSSA: What now? DOCTOR: Sympathetic resonance. NYSSA: Doctor? DOCTOR: Thought directed at this crystal should set up a resonance which is picked up and echoed by another. CHELA: So? DOCTOR: Well, the Snake Dancers wear these, don't they? CHELA: So I gather. NYSSA: Of course. The crystal will act like a radio wave, transmitting thoughts instead of words. CHELA: Establishing a mental link. DOCTOR: Hopefully. CHELA: Will it work? NYSSA: Well? DOCTOR: Now we wait. LON: Mother? TANHA: Let me look at you. LON: Am I forgiven? TANHA: What? Oh yes, of course. Aren't you always? Come here. LON: Well, what do you think? TANHA: You look splendid. It fits exactly, don't you think so? AMBRIL: Remarkable fit, my Lady, truly remarkable. TANHA: Let me look at you. Oh, I am going to be so proud. CHELA: If what you say is true, why didn't Dojjen destroy the Great Crystal while he was still Director? DOCTOR: Good question. Nyssa asked exactly the same thing. CHELA: Well? DOCTOR: I don't know. Perhaps we'll find that out too. NYSSA: Doctor! CHELA: Dojjen. MAN: Abandon yourselves and follow the path of the snake. Follow the path. Who dare resist the power of the snake? NYSSA: Doctor, no. What are you doing? DOCTOR: I'm afraid we have no choice if we're to have any hope of saving Tegan. NYSSA: But its bite could be deadly. DOCTOR: Yes, I do know. DOJJEN (OOV.): No, look into my eyes. You have come this far. You must not now give in to fear. Look. DOCTOR (OOV.): It's the poison. The effect of the poison. DOJJEN (OOV.): Fear is the only poison. DOCTOR (OOV.) Fear is. DOJJEN (OOV.): Ask your question. DOCTOR (OOV.): How, how can, I must save Tegan. It was my fault, so how, how can. Destroyed. How can the Mara? It was my fault. DOJJEN (OOV.): Steady your mind. Attach to nothing. Let go of your fear. DOCTOR (OOV.): What is the Snake Dance? DOJJEN (OOV.): This is, here and now. The dance goes on. It is all the dance, everywhere and always. So, find the still point. Only then can the Mara be defeated. DOCTOR (OOV.): The still point? The point of safety? A place in the chamber somewhere. Where? DOJJEN (OOV.): No, the still point is within yourself, nowhere else. To destroy the Mara you must find the still point. Point. Point. Point. Point. AMBRIL: The snake is approaching, my Lady. We should take our seats. TANHA: Yes, certainly. AMBRIL: My Lord, the Great Crystal. LON: I will tell you when. AMBRIL: Very well, my Lord. MAN: Following the path of the great snake. Submit! Abandon yourselves and follow in the path of the great snake. NYSSA: Doctor? Oh, thank goodness. I thought for a moment DOCTOR: Thought what? No, I survived. NYSSA: But how? DOCTOR: I don't know. Somehow he saw me through. CHELA: We must hurry. DOCTOR: Yes, of course. The ceremony. NYSSA: Did you find out what you needed to know? DOCTOR: I think I did, we'll have to see. I just hope we're not too late. CHELA: Doctor. MAN: Who will challenge the Mara? Who will pluck the Great Crystal of knowledge from between the Mara's jaws and set us free? TANHA: (quietly) Lon. AMBRIL: Not yet, my Lady. MAN: For the second time I will ask it. For the third and final time. LON: I will. MAN: Bring the stranger forward. You dare to challenge the power of the Mara? LON: I do. MAN: And in whose name do you wish to do so? LON: In the name of the Federation, and in my own. MAN: First, let the stranger prove his worthiness. Prepare him for the test. MAN: Are you ready to face the triple temptation? LON: I am ready. MAN: The first temptation is fear. I offer you fear in a handful of dust. LON: I do not fear. I spread my fingers and the dust trickles away. I know that whilst I live my hand is clean, my eyes are bright. That is enough. DOCTOR: Come on, jump. NYSSA: Thank you. It wasn't necessary. MAN: The second temptation. LON: I am ready. MAN: The second temptation is to despair. I offer you despair in a withered branch. LON: I do not despair. I turn my hand and the branch drops to the earth. I know the sap will rise again and the roots will sprout. That is enough. NYSSA: Shush. CHELA: The ceremony must have started. DOCTOR: Well, let's hope we're not too late. NYSSA: Doctor, look. MAN: The third and final temptation is to succumb to greed. Stranger, now you must look into the crystal without greed for knowledge. I offer you greed in the hidden depths. MAN: My Lord, you must not touch it. Not yet. LON: Why mustn't I? MAN: The crystal of knowledge has hidden depths. LON: What do you mean, hidden depths. Where are they? Show them to me. It's just a fake. Your whole ceremony is a fake. LON: It's nothing. It's just glass. DOCTOR: Come on, come on. Hurry up. LON: A childish fake at the centre of a farce created by a civilisation that has gone soft. Today I bring real knowledge. Real knowledge and real power. Give it to me. AMBRIL: My Lord, I really do think LON: Give me the Great Crystal. TANHA: Lon, no, please. What is wrong with you? LON: Mother, let go. TANHA: What is that? LON: Now, give me the Great Crystal. DOCTOR: Now! DOCTOR: You left that a bit late. LON: Now listen to me, all of you. I hold in my hands the Great Crystal. The Great Crystal that was removed from its socket by my ancestor, when the Mara was banished to the dark places of the inside. Now, after five hundred years, the Mara has returned. It's fitting that it should be I who restores the Great Crystal to its rightful owner. TEGAN: Go on, do it now. DOCTOR: No! No! DOCTOR: No! No more, you must not look! The Mara is feeding off the fear and panic. It needs it. You must not believe what you see. The Great Crystal is absorbing the belief and creating the Mara. Don't look! Reach inside yourselves and find the still point. Oh Nyssa, Nyssa. TEGAN: What is happening? Who dares to interrupt the Becoming? Who does not believe? Submit. All minds must submit. Look at me. You must look at me. You cannot resist. It is impossible. No! Stop him! He must be stopped. Help me, Doctor. What's happening to me? Please, look at me, Doctor. I need your help. DOCTOR: No, I will not submit. TEGAN: No! The crystal! Destroy the crystal! It will prevent my DOCTOR: Thank you. TEGAN: It was awful. It was awful. DOCTOR: It's all right. It's all over now. TEGAN: The feelings of hate and rage. It was terrible. I wanted to destroy everything. DOCTOR: Well, you're free of it now. TEGAN: The Mara's gone for ever? DOCTOR: Yes. The Mara has been destroyed.
{"type": "series", "show": "Doctor Who", "episode": "20x08 - Snakedance - part 4"}
foreverdreaming
MAWDRYN UNDEAD BY: PETER GRIMWADE Part One First Air Date: 1 February 1983 Running time: 24:03 IBBOTSON: A 1929 Humber 16/50 open tourer, Imperial model. Do you realise this car has the same chassis as the three and a half litre Humber Super Snipe? TURLOUGH: Crude, heavy and inefficient. IBBOTSON: This car is a classic, Turlough. TURLOUGH: It's dull and fat and ugly. Just like you, Hippo. IBBOTSON: Turlough! TURLOUGH: We're going for a ride. IBBOTSON: You can't drive the car! TURLOUGH: Watch me. IBBOTSON: We'll be caught. TURLOUGH: Who will know? IBBOTSON: Oh, Turlough, we can't. TURLOUGH: Oh, come on, Hippo. Just to the end of the drive and back. You're not afraid, are you? Come on. IBBOTSON: Turlough! IBBOTSON: Hey, you said just to the end of the drive. But you haven't got a license, Turlough. TURLOUGH: So, who needs one? IBBOTSON: Oh, go back to the school, please. Oh Turlough, slow down, please. You're on the wrong side of the road, Turlough! TURLOUGH: This car's a classic. Isn't that what you said, Hippo? IBBOTSON: Look out! TURLOUGH: Who are you? GUARDIAN: A friend. TURLOUGH: What is this place? GUARDIAN: There's no need to be afraid. TURLOUGH: Then tell me who you are. GUARDIAN: Your guardian. One who has your interests at heart. TURLOUGH: Am I d*ad? GUARDIAN: Merely sleeping. TURLOUGH: I don't think I'd really care if I were. I hate Earth. GUARDIAN: You would like to leave? TURLOUGH: Is it possible? GUARDIAN: All things are possible. TURLOUGH: Then get me away from here, please. GUARDIAN: But first, we should have to discuss terms. RUNCIMAN: He'll be all right. No bones broken. Just a slight concussion. HEADMASTER: It's a wonder they weren't both k*lled. What's the damage at your end, Brigadier? BRIGADIER: Eh? In thirty years of soldiering, I've never encountered such destructive power as I have seen displayed here and now by the British schoolboy. Well, how is he? RUNCIMAN: He's been lucky, He'll be all right. GUARDIAN: We haven't much longer. I need to know that I have your assent to our arrangement. You will find me the most accommodating of partners. TURLOUGH: But m*rder. I'm not sure I could go that far. GUARDIAN: You will be destroying one of the most evil creatures in the universe. He calls himself the Doctor. TURLOUGH: Why can't you destroy him? You have the powers. GUARDIAN: I may not be seen to act in this. I must not be involved. TURLOUGH: I need time to think. GUARDIAN: There is no time. Yes or no? TURLOUGH: Don't send me back to Earth, please. GUARDIAN: Yes or no? TURLOUGH: Yes. RUNCIMAN: He's coming round. BRIGADIER: Steady on, old chap. You had a bit of a knock. TEGAN: Doctor? I am free of the Mara, aren't I? DOCTOR: Tegan, Tegan, Tegan. TEGAN: I'm scared. DOCTOR: There isn't any need to be. TEGAN: I'm still having terrible dreams. DOCTOR: It's your mind's way of coping with the experience. You've suffered a great deal. TEGAN: That could have been prevented if that Dojjen person had destroyed the Great Crystal. DOCTOR: No, he couldn't. The Mara during the process of its becoming. It had to be trapped between modes of its being. TEGAN: The feelings of hate. Doctor, I couldn't go through it again. DOCTOR: Well, you're completely free of it now, Tegan. For you, the Mara is d*ad forever. NYSSA: For all of us, I hope. DOCTOR: Indeed. TEGAN: Can you take me back to Earth? NYSSA: You want to leave us? TEGAN: I want to rest. I want to be surrounded by familiar things. NYSSA: You'll forget the Mara, Tegan. It won't always be as painful as it is now. DOCTOR: Warp ellipse cut out? NYSSA: Can't be. That would mean we were near an object in a fixed orbit in time as well as space. DOCTOR: And what's the probability of that? NYSSA: Several billion to one against. TEGAN: Are you trying to scare me, or is this your way of telling me we've broken down again? DOCTOR: I'm afraid it's much more serious than that. MATRON: Right, into bed with you, young man. TURLOUGH: Oh, Matron, I'm perfectly all right. MATRON: Mild concussion and shock. You heard what Doctor Runciman said. We don't want complications, do we? TURLOUGH: I'm not going to bed. MATRON: Just this once you can do as you're told. You're in enough hot water already. TURLOUGH: Matron, where did this come from? MATRON: It was in your jacket, and that was in a fine old mess, I don't mind telling you. MATRON: Good afternoon, Headmaster. HEADMASTER: Is it, I wonder. Well, Turlough, how are you feeling? TURLOUGH: Much better, thank you, sir. HEADMASTER: Which is more than the Brigadier can say for his car. I don't understand you. You make no effort at games, you refuse to join the CCF, you do little or no work in class though you have a first-rate mind, and now this. TURLOUGH: I wasn't driving, you know, sir. HEADMASTER: What? TURLOUGH: The Brigadier's car. HEADMASTER: But Ibbotson said TURLOUGH: I didn't want Ibbotson to get into trouble, sir. I only went along in case he got hurt. I knew he wasn't really able to drive it, and, well HEADMASTER: I see. MATRON: Ahem. Turlough must get some sleep, Headmaster. HEADMASTER: Of course, Matron. I'll look in again later. TURLOUGH: So you are real. I thought it was just a dream. GUARDIAN (OOV.): Waking or sleeping, I shall be with you until our business is concluded. NYSSA: Are we safe? DOCTOR: There's a chance something's on a collision course with the TARDIS. TEGAN: Don't you know? DOCTOR: Well, there's a chance of anything. Statistically speaking, if you gave typewriters to a tree full of monkeys, they'd eventually produce the works of William Shakespeare. NYSSA: Doctor! DOCTOR: Now, you and I know that at the end of the millennium they'd still be tapping out gibberish. DOCTOR: And you'd be tapping it out right along side them. I only asked you a simple question. NYSSA: Doctor, something's coming straight for us! NYSSA: We've got to get out of the way. DOCTOR: We can't. We've converged with the warp ellipse. NYSSA: Doctor! DOCTOR: Hold this steady. TEGAN: We're going to crash. DOCTOR: I'll try and materialise on board the ship. Hold tight! TURLOUGH: Why am I still on Earth? GUARDIAN: Patience, Turlough. Already the elements of chance are ranged against the Doctor. Soon he will be separated from the TARDIS and in your power. Go to the hill, boy, to the obelisk, and wait. There I will instruct you further. HEADMASTER (OOV.): You realise, Ibbotson, what you did is a criminal offence. If it weren't for the good name of the school, I'd hand you both over to the police. HEADMASTER (OOV.): I shall be writing to your parents, needless to say. BRIGADIER: Ahem. BRIGADIER: Ah, Ibbotson. And what have you got to say for yourself? IBBOTSON: Please, sir, I'm very sorry, sir, but it wasn't my fault, honestly. I'm really sorry, sir. BRIGADIER: Ah, Headmaster. I trust you flogged that young man within an inch of his life? HEADMASTER: Thank you, Brigadier, but I feel that we should wait until Turlough is restored to health before we take any legal or disciplinary action. BRIGADIER: You realise that car was unique? HEADMASTER: Quite, but I feel sure that you will agree that we must do what is best for the school. BRIGADIER: Yes, well. Oh, if you say so, Headmaster. Mind, you can't really take it out on Ibbotson. It's my view that he was led into this by Turlough. Oh, we've got a rotten one there. HEADMASTER: I'm not so sure. I had a word with Turlough. He said he only went along to protect Ibbotson. BRIGADIER: Pah. Cunning as a fox. You don't believe him, of course. HEADMASTER: I don't know. I'd be reluctant to jeopardise the boy's future. BRIGADIER: Have you spoken to his parents? HEADMASTER: I thought you knew. They're d*ad. I deal with a solicitor in London, and a very strange man he is, too. IBBOTSON: Are you awake, Turlough? TURLOUGH: What do you want? IBBOTSON: Listen, the Head's going to write to my parents. The police may be called into investigate. We could be expelled. TURLOUGH: It's all right, Hippo. I've spoken to the Head. I told him it was all my fault. IBBOTSON: I say, did you really, Turlough? TURLOUGH: So you won't get the boot, just beaten, I expect. IBBOTSON: Oh. Well, they'll b*at you when you're better. TURLOUGH: Oh no, they won't. IBBOTSON: Hey, you can't get up until Doctor Runciman says so. TURLOUGH: Goodbye, Hippo. IBBOTSON: Oh, Turlough, you can't leave me on my own! Oh please, Turlough! TEGAN: Strange ship. NYSSA: No sign of any passengers. TEGAN: Probably having cocktails with the Captain. NYSSA: What? TEGAN: Well, I mean it's more like the Queen Mary than a spaceship. TEGAN: I take it back. It's not the Queen Mary, it's the Marie Celeste. You'd think on a long journey they'd want something a little more cheerful. NYSSA: Everything on this ship is designed for pleasure. DOCTOR: I have a weird feeling the warp ellipse will be travelling for a very long time. Possibly through infinity. NYSSA: Well, it's certainly no prison ship. IBBOTSON: Where are we going? TURLOUGH: Don't ask questions. (quietly) What am I supposed to do? IBBOTSON: Oh, Turlough, what's happening? Who are you talking to? IBBOTSON: Oh, wait for me. TEGAN: Could you fly this thing, Doctor? NYSSA: You don't fly a ship like this, it's in perpetual orbit. DOCTOR: Amazing. NYSSA: Doctor? DOCTOR: There's a length of flight indicator. This ship's been in orbit three thousand years. TEGAN: No wonder there's no one on board. IBBOTSON: Now what? TURLOUGH: We wait. GUARDIAN (OOV.): The base of the urn. Press it. Release the camouflage screen protecting the capsule. NYSSA: Doctor, look at this. DOCTOR: Mmm. Transmat terminal. NYSSA: And in the transmit mode. TEGAN: The crew escaped in a life raft? DOCTOR: Well, someone certainly left the ship, almost six years ago. TEGAN: Where to? DOCTOR: Earth. IBBOTSON: What is it? TURLOUGH: A transmat capsule. Don't you know anything? DOCTOR: The ship's orbit takes it within range of Earth for six years. TEGAN: Someone might come back. DOCTOR: Any time. Come on, let's get back to the TARDIS. IBBOTSON: Keep back! IBBOTSON: Turlough! GUARDIAN (OOV.): The controls of the vessel are of no interest to you, Turlough. TURLOUGH: But it's a ship! I can get home! GUARDIAN (OOV.): I did not bring you here so that you could return home. Your concern is with the Doctor. GUARDIAN: You will obey me in all things. TURLOUGH: Let me go. GUARDIAN: Remember the agreement between us. TURLOUGH: Yes. GUARDIAN: You will seek out the Doctor and destroy him. TURLOUGH: Of course. I will seek out the Doctor and destroy him. DOCTOR: Quickly. IBBOTSON: Sir! Sir! IBBOTSON: It's Turlough, sir. BRIGADIER: What? IBBOTSON: We were on the hill, sir, and there was this great big silver ball, and Turlough went inside and disappeared. TEGAN: Now what? DOCTOR: The TARDIS won't dematerialise. BRIGADIER: If you took more regular exercise, Ibbotson, not only would your body be less disgusting, but you'd enjoy a healthier imagination. IBBOTSON: I didn't imagine it, sir. BRIGADIER: Take it from me, boy, a solid object just can't dematerialise. Turlough! TEGAN: What's happening? DOCTOR: I wonder. DOCTOR: I might have known. NYSSA: Doctor? TEGAN: Where are you going? DOCTOR: The transmat beam, it's been operated. The signal is interfering with the TARDIS. NYSSA: Look. It must have just returned. TEGAN: Well, how is the transmat signal jamming us? DOCTOR: Well, the capsule and the TARDIS must be dimensionally very similar, and the beam's still functioning. It's supposed to cut out when the capsule completes its journey. TEGAN: Well, can you switch it off? DOCTOR: I hope so. TEGAN: I hope so too. I don't fancy a non-stop mystery tour of the galaxy. DOCTOR: Ah. NYSSA: You found the fault? DOCTOR: In a manner of speaking. It's on Earth. TEGAN: Earth? DOCTOR: If these readings are correct, it's 1983 on Earth. TEGAN: So? DOCTOR: Well, the capsule originally left the ship six years ago. TEGAN: 1977. DOCTOR: Yes. I wonder what it's been up to all that time. Come on, back to the TARDIS. TEGAN: Doctor, wait. NYSSA: What's the matter? TEGAN: Well, if that thing's back, then someone could be on board the ship. DOCTOR: Who are you? HEADMASTER: Turlough again. MATRON: I'm sorry, Headmaster, but he was missing when I came in with Doctor Runciman. And there's no sign of Ibbotson either. HEADMASTER: I must talk to the Brigadier. MATRON: I sent a boy round to his quarters, but the Brigadier's disappeared too. DOCTOR: This is Turlough. TEGAN: Where did you come from? DOCTOR: The transmat capsule. TEGAN: Earth? TURLOUGH: The capsule just appeared. It was very strange. NYSSA: And you just walked in? DOCTOR: Seven, eight. All set. NYSSA: Where are you going? DOCTOR: Earth, via the transmat capsule. TEGAN: Is it safe? DOCTOR: Well, it worked one way. Once I've disconnected the beam jamming the TARDIS, you should follow me through to Earth. TURLOUGH: May I come with you? DOCTOR: You'll be safer in the TARDIS. TURLOUGH: Please? DOCTOR: All right, why not. See you on Earth. NYSSA: Good luck. DOCTOR: Come on. DOCTOR: It's a pity those things don't have a wider range. Still, at least we're here in one piece. Transmat capsules can do very nasty things to organic structures if they're not properly maintained. TEGAN: I don't trust that boy. NYSSA: Oh, I don't know. I thought he was rather nice. TEGAN: Nobody from Earth is just going to walk into a transmat capsule. NYSSA: As you did into the TARDIS on the Barnet bypass? GUARDIAN: In the name of all that is evil, the Black Guardian orders you to destroy him now! GUARDIAN: Now, boy. Do it now!
{"type": "series", "show": "Doctor Who", "episode": "20x09 - Mawdryn Undead - part 1"}
foreverdreaming
MAWDRYN UNDEAD BY: PETER GRIMWADE Part Two First Air Date: 2 February 1983 Running time: 24:33 DOCTOR: Done it. TEGAN: Here we go. DOCTOR: Well, that shouldn't have happened. TURLOUGH: What's happened? Could it have been affected by tangential deviation coming out of the warp ellipse? DOCTOR: Not with the d*ad reckoning alignment in the coordinates. This is 1983? TURLOUGH: Yes. DOCTOR: Then it should be here. TURLOUGH: But as it isn't, where's it gone? TEGAN: Where's the Doctor? Nyssa, are you sure this is the right place? NYSSA: It should be. TEGAN: Something's wrong, isn't it. NYSSA: I don't know. I'm sure the Doctor's only wandered off. TURLOUGH: Will your friends be safe? DOCTOR: I hope so. Now, what did I do wrong? TURLOUGH: What do I do now? Say something! BRIGADIER: Turlough! NYSSA: Doctor? Doctor? TEGAN: There's no one here. BRIGADIER: Ah, so there you are, Turlough. TURLOUGH: Sir. IBBOTSON: What happened? The sphere BRIGADIER: Oh do be quiet, boy. You're supposed to be in the sickbay. TURLOUGH: I was with the Doctor. BRIGADIER: Doctor? What, Doctor Runciman? TURLOUGH: No, sir. This Doctor. DOCTOR: Brigadier. Brigadier Alistair Gordon Lethbridge Stewart. BRIGADIER: Well, who are you? TEGAN: Down there in the valley. NYSSA: I think I saw someone move. TEGAN: It can't be the Doctor. There hasn't been time enough for him to get that far. Maybe the capsule's malfunctioned? I hate those transmat things. Like travelling in a food mixer, and just as dangerous. I'd be afraid of coming out pureed. NYSSA: Look. TEGAN: Doctor! Look at the state he's in. What are we going to do? NYSSA: Tegan, we mustn't panic. TEGAN: He could die. Doctor, what happened? MAWDRYN: Where am I? NYSSA: You're on Earth, Doctor. You came in the transmat capsule. MAWDRYN: Earth? TEGAN: We followed you through in the TARDIS. Do you remember? MAWDRYN: TARDIS? NYSSA: It's outside. Let me help you. MAWDRYN: TARDIS. NYSSA: Doctor. MAWDRYN: Help me. Help me into the TARDIS. BRIGADIER: Well, I'm sorry. If we have met before, it's entirely slipped my memory, and I've got to get these boys back to school. Come on, you two. TEGAN: I'll get some clothes for him. NYSSA: Don't you think we should get him into a bed? TEGAN: It's too risky to move him again. Go and find some blankets. We must keep him warm. TEGAN: It's all right, Doctor. You're safe inside the TARDIS. HEADMASTER (OOV.): Come in. DOCTOR: Brigadier? BRIGADIER: Oh, it's you. DOCTOR: I'd forgotten. BRIGADIER: I beg your pardon? DOCTOR: I've regenerated. BRIGADIER: Really. DOCTOR: What would you say if I told you I was looking for my TARDIS? BRIGADIER: Very little. DOCTOR: What about our time together with UNIT? BRIGADIER: What? DOCTOR: So you do remember. BRIGADIER: UNIT is a secret organisation. If you are aware of its existence, you would almost certainly have signed the Official Secrets Act. DOCTOR: Is there somewhere we could talk? BRIGADIER: Oh, very well. My quarters. This way. TEGAN: I think he's unconscious. NYSSA: Something must have happened to the capsule. TEGAN: I told you those things were dangerous. NYSSA: That boy! TEGAN: Turlough. I forgot about him. Stay here. DOCTOR: An undercover operation, is it, Brigadier? I mean, I hardly expected to find you at a boy's school. BRIGADIER: Huh. MAWDRYN: s*ab not achieved. Our transmat projection was destructive. s*ab not achieved. No end. NYSSA: You're safe now, Doctor. TEGAN: No sign of Turlough. NYSSA: He could have been atomised. BRIGADIER: There you are. DOCTOR: Your quarters? BRIGADIER: Serviceable. DOCTOR: Quite. BRIGADIER: Well. Here we go. BRIGADIER (OOV.): Sorry about the door. BRIGADIER: Do go in. BRIGADIER: Now then, what's all this about UNIT? DOCTOR: Brigadier, I need your help. I've lost the TARDIS. BRIGADIER: I don't know what the TARDIS is. I've already told you. DOCTOR: And you don't remember me? BRIGADIER: Certainly not. But whoever you are, I can't let you wander around blabbing about classified UNIT operations. DOCTOR: Oh, there's much more at stake than a breach of security. I've lost my TARDIS, you've lost your memory. I'd be surprised if the two events weren't connected. BRIGADIER: Let me tell you, sir, that I'm in full possession of all my faculties. After all, if I was suffering from amnesia, I'd be the first to know about it, wouldn't I? TEGAN: I'm going for help. NYSSA: Where? TEGAN: To that building we saw. Use their phone. NYSSA: If only we still had the Zero room. Its restorative power would have helped. TEGAN: Well, as we haven't, a hospital's the next best thing. I'm off. NYSSA: All right. Take the homing device with you. TEGAN: I'll be as quick as I can. DOCTOR: By the way, how's Sergeant Benton these days? BRIGADIER: Oh, left the army in 79. Sells second hand cars somewhere. DOCTOR: And Harry Sullivan? BRIGADIER: Seconded to NATO. Last heard of doing something very hush-hush at Porton Down. DOCTOR: Do you ever see anything of Jo Grant? BRIGADIER: What? DOCTOR: My assistant, Jo Grant. VOICE (OOV.): Jo Grant. BRIGADIER: Jo Grant? DOCTOR: Sarah Jane? VOICE (OOV.): Sarah Jane. BRIGADIER: Sarah Jane? DOCTOR: Liz Shaw you'll remember, of course. VOICE (OOV.): Liz Shaw. BRIGADIER: Liz Shaw? DOCTOR: Are you all right? BRIGADIER: Someone just walked over my grave. DOCTOR: Perhaps it was a yeti, Colonel Lethbridge Stewart. DOCTOR: One lump or two, Brigadier? BRIGADIER: Well, bless my soul. So you've done it again, Doctor. BRIGADIER: I must apologise for my cavalier behaviour when we met, Doctor. DOCTOR: It's hardly your fault, Brigadier. BRIGADIER: It is good to see you. Yeah, the Doctor and the TARDIS. How could I ever forget? DOCTOR: Exactly. BRIGADIER: What? DOCTOR: The mental block, there must be some reason for it. Some trauma, some shocking experience, maybe some induced effect. BRIGADIER: I don't scare quickly, Doctor. Nor do I succumb easily to brainwashing techniques. DOCTOR: No, no, of course not. So, if there was a way of tracing how far back the inhibition goes, you could perhaps get some treatment. BRIGADIER: Treatment? Treatment? There's nothing wrong with me, Doctor. DOCTOR: Well, no. BRIGADIER: A one, always have been. DOCTOR: Absolutely. BRIGADIER: I suppose you've been talking behind my back with Doctor Runciman. DOCTOR: Brigadier BRIGADIER: Oh, there's loyalty for you. It's no good. I'm not taking my leave at the funny farm. There's nothing wrong with me, I tell you. Fit as a fiddle, always have been. Sorry about that, Doctor. Had a bit of bother a while back. Overwork, you know. Doctor Runciman called it a nervous breakdown. Breakdown. Don't know the meaning of the word. This one goes on till he drops. DOCTOR: When did you leave UNIT, Brigadier? BRIGADIER: Seven years ago. Oh, of course, I could have retired on my army pension, grown vegetable marrows and died of boredom in a twelve-month, then this job turned up. Bit of admin, bit of rugger, CO in the school corps. DOCTOR: And you teach? BRIGADIER: Mathematics. Oh, I know how many beans make five, Doctor, and you don't have to be a Time Lord to cope with A level maths. It may come as a surprise to you, but I also happen to like teaching. TEGAN: Hey, can anyone tell me where I can find a doctor? DOCTOR: Well, Brigadier, much as I appreciate your company, I've still got to find my TARDIS. BRIGADIER: Your TARDIS. You know, Doctor, I never believed it could do half the things you claimed. DOCTOR: Yes, well, just at the moment I'd settle for half a TARDIS, and I'm very worried about Nyssa and Tegan. BRIGADIER: Tegan. Tegan. DOCTOR: What's the matter? BRIGADIER: I knew a Tegan once. DOCTOR: Oh, Tegan's after your time, Brigadier. She's travelling with me in the TARDIS. BRIGADIER: Attractive girl, spirited, spoke with an Australian accent. TEGAN: Excuse me. BRIGADIER: Oh, hello there. TEGAN: I'm sorry to disturb you, but I'm looking for a doctor. There's been an accident. Well, sort of an accident. A friend of mine and possibly one of the boys from the school, he may be hurt too. BRIGADIER: I think you'd better come in. BRIGADIER: Right, sit yourself down, young lady. TEGAN: My name's Tegan. Tegan Jovanka. BRIGADIER: Tegan? TEGAN: Jovanka. DOCTOR: It is Tegan. BRIGADIER: That's what I said. DOCTOR: Your Tegan, my Tegan, it's the same person. BRIGADIER: Of course, Doctor. DOCTOR: So, Tegan, Nyssa and the TARDIS, they're all here. BRIGADIER: Are they? DOCTOR: Or rather, they were, if you see what I mean. BRIGADIER: Not a hundred percent, Doctor. DOCTOR: I must have miscalculated the offset. The TARDIS came through in the right place, but the wrong time zone. BRIGADIER: You and that TARDIS. DOCTOR: Now, it's vitally important you remember exactly what happened. BRIGADIER: Oh look, it's all a long time ago, Doctor. I mean, surely what's past is DOCTOR: Very much in the present, Brigadier. You never did understand the interrelation of time. BRIGADIER: Not much call for that in the A level syllabus, Doctor. DOCTOR: You have in your memory the information I need to track down the TARDIS and communicate with Nyssa and Tegan. HEADMASTER: There's nothing to be afraid of, Turlough, now that you've explained everything to me. TURLOUGH: Thank you, sir. HEADMASTER: In fact, I'm very heartened that you felt able to confide in me like this. I must say it's a most remarkable story. TURLOUGH: But what am I to do, sir? HEADMASTER: It seems to me you're in something of a moral dilemma. TURLOUGH: Sir? HEADMASTER: You accepted a free passage home to your own people, but to fulfil your part of the bargain you have to k*ll this Doctor. TURLOUGH: But I don't want to k*ll the Doctor. HEADMASTER: I can see you're in a most invidious position. TURLOUGH: Haven't I done enough to separate him from his TARDIS? HEADMASTER: I take your point, but in your heart of hearts do you entirely feel you've completed your side of the bargain? TURLOUGH: I suppose not. HEADMASTER: We can't get everything we like in this world. TURLOUGH: Oh, please help me, sir. HEADMASTER: I'm afraid I can only put the problem in perspective for you. The final choice has got to be yours. TURLOUGH: Well, I think I'm pulling out. The Doctor's stranded, but what's been done for me? I've been ignored. I shall try and escape in the transmat capsule. He can sort the Doctor out for himself from now on. HEADMASTER: Is that your final decision? TURLOUGH: Yes, sir. HEADMASTER: Are you absolutely sure? TURLOUGH: Yes. GUARDIAN: Waking or sleeping, you can never escape me, Turlough. TURLOUGH: No, please. GUARDIAN: You see, wretched, duplicitous child, I know your every innermost thought. TURLOUGH: Leave me alone, please! GUARDIAN: I inv*de every particle of your being. You will never be free of me until our bond is honoured. TURLOUGH: The Doctor isn't as you say. GUARDIAN: I am the Black Guardian! The Doctor's good is my evil. TURLOUGH: No! GUARDIAN: You will absorb my will. You are to be consumed with my purpose. TURLOUGH: No! GUARDIAN: The Doctor shall be utterly destroyed. TURLOUGH: The Doctor shall be utterly destroyed. BRIGADIER: Turlough? I don't think we have a Turlough. TEGAN: But you must have. BRIGADIER: Mind you, I'd better check, because I'm a new boy here myself. BRIGADIER: Let's see. S. T. Trevor, Trumper, Turner. Nope. No, definitely no Turlough. TEGAN: They were travelling together when they came down on the hill. BRIGADIER: Came down? What, do you mean a plane crash? TEGAN: Well BRIGADIER: Good heavens, why didn't you say so before? I'll phone the local constable. He can coordinate the rescue services. TEGAN: Look, it's not quite like that. If we could just get some medical help and get back to the TARDIS, it'd all be BRIGADIER: TARDIS? Did you say TARDIS? TEGAN: Yes, but you don't understand. BRIGADIER: I think I do, young lady. Tell me, Miss Jovanka, this friend of yours, is it by any chance the Doctor? DOCTOR: What worries me is the level of coincidence in all this. Almost as if some cosmic influence. Still, that won't get me the TARDIS back. Now, Brigadier, we've got to establish the precise time all this happened. BRIGADIER: Well, that's a pretty tall order, Doctor. DOCTOR: Well, don't worry. Just relax. Think yourself back. BRIGADIER: I'll get a message to Doctor Runciman. He'll be up on top field for the bun fight. TEGAN: Bun fight? BRIGADIER: Yes, the celebrations. Ah, Powell. I've got a job for you. TEGAN: What celebrations? BRIGADIER: Well, the Queen's Silver Jubilee, of course. BRIGADIER: Powell, get hold of Doctor Runciman and tell him to bring his gear and meet me by the Obelisk. POWELL: Yes, sir. TEGAN: Silver Jubilee? We're in the wrong time zone! DOCTOR: June the seventh, 1977. Well done, Brigadier. Come on. BRIGADIER: Lethbridge Stewart. Have you informed the Headmaster? Then do so at once, Matron. Turlough has disappeared. DOCTOR: He's trying to get away in the transmat capsule. That is, if he can repair the beam transmitter. BRIGADIER: What, Turlough? DOCTOR: It could be done, given time. TEGAN: Spot on. BRIGADIER: One of the Doctor's gadgets? TEGAN: Don't want to miss the TARDIS, do we? I've just realised. The Doctor is expecting the TARDIS to follow him through to 1983. Don't you see? The wounded thing in the capsule, maybe it isn't the Doctor after all. Come on. DOCTOR: Tegan is absolutely right. I am not in the TARDIS. BRIGADIER: Then who is? Or do I mean, who was? DOCTOR: You tell me, Brigadier. NYSSA: Tegan, come on. NYSSA: Doctor, you're better. MAWDRYN: Perpetual regeneration. NYSSA: Regeneration? You don't mean it's happening again? MAWDRYN: It is life without end or form. Changing, changing. NYSSA: We've lost the Zero room, Doctor. Is there any way we can reconfigure MAWDRYN: Do not be afraid on my account. I will regain strength soon, but for the moment my mind is clouded. You understand the navigation? NYSSA: Well, a bit. At the moment we're still aligned with the ship. MAWDRYN: Oh, that is well. Prepare to leave at once. NYSSA: We can't leave without Tegan. MAWDRYN: At once! NYSSA: Doctor, you don't know what you're saying. Tegan'll be back soon. MAWDRYN: At once! MAWDRYN: The Time Lords abandoned us. Perpetual torment and despair. But the ending will come soon. I, Mawdryn, shall be a Time Lord. NYSSA: Quickly! We've got to take off. TEGAN: Nyssa, that man, I don't think he's the Doctor. NYSSA: But he is. The transmat process induced a regeneration. TEGAN: What? BRIGADIER: Don't worry. I know all about regeneration. I've seen it twice before. Come on. NYSSA: So have we, and the Doctor almost died. Who is that person? TEGAN: Brigadier Lethbridge Stewart, of course. Come on. BRIGADIER: Doctor?
{"type": "series", "show": "Doctor Who", "episode": "20x10 - Mawdryn Undead - part 2"}
foreverdreaming
MAWDRYN UNDEAD BY: PETER GRIMWADE Part Three First Air Date: 8 February 1983 Running time: 24:32 DOCTOR: Don't you see, Brigadier? The TARDIS came to Earth in 1977 and so did the transmat capsule, carrying someone from that ship in space. BRIGADIER: And Tegan and the other girl think, or rather thought, it was you. DOCTOR: Indeed. And what did you think? BRIGADIER: No, Doctor. DOCTOR: You were there. BRIGADIER: You mustn't make me remember. DOCTOR: You must. I need the information to protect Nyssa and Tegan. BRIGADIER: Even if I wanted to, I simply couldn't recall it. DOCTOR: That experience could be the reason for your nervous breakdown. BRIGADIER: Good heavens. Do you think so? DOCTOR: Now. Come on. We've got to get back to the capsule before Turlough works out how to operate it, or I may never get the TARDIS back. TEGAN: You're not the Doctor. MAWDRYN: You travel with a Time Lord and know nothing of metamorphosis. TEGAN: Yes, but it wasn't like this before. When he changed, he turned into a human. MAWDRYN: Yes, a Gallifreyan human. TEGAN: He was normal. MAWDRYN: What do you know, prattling Earth child, of the endless changing? TEGAN: I know that when the Doctor changed, he didn't turn into an alien. MAWDRYN: The transmatting induced a mutative catalysis. TEGAN: Nyssa, is that possible? NYSSA: I don't know. It could be. TEGAN: What do you think, Brigadier? BRIGADIER: I've seen this happen twice. Different each time, but, well, this could well be the Doctor. TEGAN: His features, how've they developed so quickly? MAWDRYN: The atmosphere of the TARDIS has certain regenerative qualities, but my condition is unstable. We must return to the ship at once. TEGAN: Why there? MAWDRYN: It should have a laboratory. I need its equipment. Hurry! NYSSA: We can't leave Turlough. He doesn't belong in this time zone. MAWDRYN: Turlough? TURLOUGH: It should work. DOCTOR: Quickly! TURLOUGH: Of course! The transmitter. TEGAN: But if you're the Doctor, you should have transmatted to Earth in 1983. MAWDRYN: Any escape from a warp ellipse can cause temporal anomalies. NYSSA: It's true. That's what must have happened to the TARDIS. MAWDRYN: But now I need your assistance to return the TARDIS to the ship. TURLOUGH: What will that do? DOCTOR: Reflect the beam back off the ship. TURLOUGH: So the warp ellipse will absorb the time differential? DOCTOR: That's right. TURLOUGH: But will it work? MAWDRYN: Tegan, Nyssa, Brigadier. My old friends, please, help me. BRIGADIER: Do we have any real choice? We must give him the benefit of the doubt in case he is the Doctor. BRIGADIER: But will it work, Doctor? DOCTOR: Always the optimist, Brigadier. BRIGADIER: That's not an unreasonable question. DOCTOR: By the way. Yours, I think. NYSSA: We're ready to leave, Brigadier. BRIGADIER: And I'm coming with you. TEGAN: Brigadier BRIGADIER: No, don't argue. NYSSA: As you wish. MAWDRYN: Do not enter new coordinates. Activate sequential regression. TEGAN: Not another alarm? NYSSA: I don't know. Doctor? I think it's the communication system. DOCTOR: Turlough, would you check to see if the transmitter's functioning? Tegan and Nyssa can use the beam as a beacon. If all goes well, the TARDIS should reappear. Ah. Brigadier, quickly, think. Did you go into the TARDIS with Tegan and Nyssa? BRIGADIER: I can't remember. Does it really matter? DOCTOR: Of course it matters. Can you imagine what would happen if you walked out of the TARDIS in 1977 and met yourself in 1983? BRIGADIER: Oh, that's ridiculous. DOCTOR: It's not ridiculous, Brigadier, almost certainly catastrophic. BRIGADIER: What, do you mean that I could be two people? DOCTOR: Obviously. You'd exist twice over. And if the two of you met, you'd short out the time differential. Don't you see? The Blinovitch limitation effect? Oh dear. As Tegan would say, zap! TURLOUGH: Doctor! DOCTOR: Oh no. NYSSA: It's stopped. MAWDRYN: Dematerialise. TEGAN: Wait. If that sound came from the communication system, then maybe someone was trying to get in contact with us. Perhaps it was the Doctor. MAWDRYN: I am the Doctor. Dematerialise immediately. Time is running out. We must leave this place at once. TEGAN: No! BRIGADIER: If it's any use to you, Doctor, I recall now that I didn't board the TARDIS in 1977. I was standing near the transmitter and I remember it dematerialising. DOCTOR: Thank you, Brigadier. The problem is now strictly academic. I cannot even return to the ship. BRIGADIER: You're trapped on Earth? DOCTOR: Unless I can assemble some equipment for tracking the TARDIS, and soon. BRIGADIER: A sort of homing device? DOCTOR: Indeed. BRIGADIER: I have such an object. Tegan gave it to me. DOCTOR: What did you say? BRIGADIER: The homing device. DOCTOR: Where? BRIGADIER: You never know when something like that's going to come in useful. DOCTOR: Brigadier, where is it? BRIGADIER: Back at the hut. DOCTOR: Come on. There isn't a moment to lose. MAWDRYN: The ship. You will all stay here in the TARDIS. TEGAN: Wait. If you're in a regeneration crisis then you'll need all the help you can get. MAWDRYN: No. BRIGADIER: She's right, Doctor. MAWDRYN: No, I must go into the ship alone. You do not understand the nature of the transmogrification, the unique restorative conditions of that vessel. The presence of other lifeforms would inhibit the reparation. TEGAN: We've all seen the Doctor regenerate before, and it seems without the presence of other life forms, he could die. MAWDRYN: Open the doors. TEGAN: No. You're not going out into that ship alone. Either we go with you, or you stay here. NYSSA: But Tegan TEGAN: Look, he could reactivate the beam and the TARDIS could be stuck here forever. NYSSA: But if he is the Doctor TEGAN: I don't believe it. MAWDRYN: Doors! TEGAN: No! MAWDRYN: Hurry, you're destroying me. DOCTOR: It isn't working. BRIGADIER: Well, can you repair it? DOCTOR: Hopefully. MAWDRYN: Spare me the endurance of endless time, the agony of perpetuity. For pity's sake, release me. BRIGADIER: Do as he asks. NYSSA: I agree. TEGAN: I hope you know what you're doing. NYSSA: We can't be certain he isn't the Doctor. TEGAN: Can't we? DOCTOR: That's it. TURLOUGH: Have you located the TARDIS? DOCTOR: It must be on the ship. I'm a fool. I should have realised. BRIGADIER: That thing Tegan saw inside the capsule. It must have been mutilated by the transmat process and couldn't survive the return journey. TURLOUGH: So it's used your TARDIS? DOCTOR: Yes. Come on, the capsule. TURLOUGH: But there's no beam. The transmitter's been destroyed. DOCTOR: You're forgetting this. The TARDIS is on board the ship, and this will home in on the TARDIS. Come on. TURLOUGH: Coming? Sir. BRIGADIER: Right, time for a recce. I think I'd better keep an eye on this character in case you're right about him, Tegan. TEGAN: I'm coming with you. BRIGADIER: You girls will stay here. TEGAN: We girls are perfectly capable BRIGADIER: You will both remain here in the TARDIS and that is an order, Miss Jovanka. BRIGADIER: Good heavens. TEGAN: Chauvinist. BRIGADIER: This is the third time today that I've yomped up that wretched hill. DOCTOR: Good of you to come and see me off, Brigadier. BRIGADIER: No, I'm not letting you out of my sight. You've raised too many questions that I want answering. DOCTOR: The transmat could be dangerous. BRIGADIER: I'm coming with you. DOCTOR: If you insist. TURLOUGH: And so am I. BRIGADIER: Oh, don't be ridiculous, Turlough. TURLOUGH: The Doctor needs my help. And besides, how do I explain to the Headmaster where you've gone? DOCTOR: Turlough could be useful. BRIGADIER: And what about the danger you implied? DOCTOR: It still exists, but if you're so concerned about Turlough, set an example and stay behind. BRIGADIER: Moral blackmail. BRIGADIER: How long will the journey take? DOCTOR: Come on. BRIGADIER: It isn't possible. Such luxury. BRIG '77: Doctor? MAWDRYN: I, Mawdryn, have returned. It is time for the awakening. Help me. BRIG '83: Doctor, we're supposed to be looking for the TARDIS. Your friends may be in danger. DOCTOR: The creature will have left the TARDIS by now. He'll need his own life support systems. DOCTOR: I don't remember that. Turlough, find the TARDIS and stay with Nyssa and Tegan. Brigadier, I want you to come with me. BRIG '83: Are you sure? DOCTOR: A metamorphic symbiosis regenerator. BRIG '83: Really. DOCTOR: Used by Time Lords in cases of acute regenerative crises. BRIG '83: Well, what's it doing here? DOCTOR: It must have been stolen from Gallifrey. MAWDRYN: I bring to the ship a TARDIS. The time of our ending is near. Help me. TURLOUGH: It's not my fault the Doctor was able to home in on the TARDIS. Can you hear me? There's not much I can do with the Brigadier about. Answer me! DOCTOR: Someone on this ship has been trying to regenerate. BRIG '83: The creature, the alien? DOCTOR: It would explain the mutilation. Severe instability. BRIG '83: Well, where is he now? Perhaps he didn't make it in time. Collapsed somewhere. May even be d*ad. DOCTOR: Or undead, Brigadier. BRIG '83: But why should this creature want to regenerate? DOCTOR: Extend its life. BRIG '83: But what for? DOCTOR: I don't know, but you can be sure it's for no good reason. Ah. Brigadier, look at this. BRIG '83: Hmm? DOCTOR: Connections to the regenerator. Eight of them. BRIG '83: So, there's more than one creature on board. DOCTOR: Somewhere. GUARDIAN: While the Doctor is still alive, I am never far from you, Turlough. TURLOUGH: I'm sorry. I wasn't to know the Doctor had a homing device. GUARDIAN: Whimpering boy. You do not understand. Everything now acts towards the total humiliation of the Doctor. You have done well. Reach out your hand. TURLOUGH: What? GUARDIAN: There is nothing to fear. Reach out your hand. BRIG '83: Shouldn't we get to the TARDIS? DOCTOR: There have been some very cunning modifications. BRIG '83: That all looks extremely dangerous. DOCTOR: Oh, quite right. It could do very nasty things to a genuine Time Lord. BRIG '77 (OOV.): Doctor? BRIG '83: Listen. DOCTOR: We should get back to the TARDIS, Brigadier. BRIG '77: Doctor? MUTANT: Mawdryn has returned. MUTANT 2: Does he bring hope of our ending? MUTANT: Where is Mawdryn? BRIG '83: Doctor, we must get on. Now where's he gone? MAWDRYN: Brigadier. Brigadier. Help me. BRIG '83: Doctor? TEGAN: I'm going after the Brigadier. NYSSA: Is that wise? TEGAN: I'm not in the army. I'm not taking orders from him. NYSSA: But you could get lost out there. TEGAN: Well, I'm prepared to take the risk. You can stay here if you want to. I'm going after the Doctor. The real Doctor. DOCTOR: Right. TEGAN: Doctor! DOCTOR: Er, wait here. MAWDRYN: Increase the power. The energy repairs the depredations of the transmat capsule. BRIG '83: You're not the Doctor at all. MAWDRYN: I am Mawdryn. BRIG '83: Where is the Doctor? MAWDRYN: I don't know. BRIG '83: You're lying. If you don't tell me, I shall disconnect the power. MAWDRYN: No matter. BRIG '83: I imagine it matters to you if you die. MAWDRYN: Without the energy, only our shape will change. Our endless voyage will never cease. We cannot die. DOCTOR: Where's Turlough? NYSSA: You brought that boy with you? DOCTOR: And the Brigadier, but I've lost both of them. TEGAN: What do you mean, you brought the Brigadier? DOCTOR: You mean he's here with you as well? TEGAN: As well? DOCTOR: How could you be so stupid! TEGAN: What? NYSSA: He insisted on coming. DOCTOR: He also insisted on coming with me. NYSSA: Oh, no. What if they should meet? DOCTOR: Precisely. Come on, we've got to find them. DOCTOR: Better check the laboratory. Tegan, you stay here in case the Brigadier come past, in which case, stop him. Come on. BRIG '83: Doctor. DOCTOR: Brigadier, thank goodness you're all right. One of you, anyway. NYSSA: Doctor, that's him. MAWDRYN: I am Mawdryn. Welcome to my ship, Time Lord. GUARDIAN (on scanner): You will not be able to operate the TARDIS. TURLOUGH: I can work it if you show me how. Then the Doctor will be trapped and I can escape. Isn't that the agreement? GUARDIAN (on scanner): Do you think I have controlled you merely to prick the flesh of this presumptuous Gallifreyan? TURLOUGH: What more do you want of me? GUARDIAN (on scanner): You will remain on the ship and witness the nemesis of the Doctor. DOCTOR: It was you who stole the regenerator from Gallifrey. MAWDRYN: Yes, Doctor, but time itself has punished us for that crime. DOCTOR: And you modified the machine and created endless life for yourself. MAWDRYN: Endless torment. DOCTOR: Ah, you induced a perpetual mutation. MAWDRYN: So horrible that the elders of our planet exiled us to this ship. DOCTOR: How were you able to come to Earth? MAWDRYN: Every seventy years the beacon guides us to within transmat distance of a planet, and using the mental energy of the other seven, one of our company may leave the ship to seek help, taking on the appearance of a native of that planet. NYSSA: But what help can there be for you? MAWDRYN: None, it seems. We remain in this pitiful state. NYSSA: The TARDIS. You s*ab in the TARDIS. MAWDRYN: That is true. The atmosphere of the TARDIS was suitable. But without those influences we degenerate. NYSSA: But can never die. MAWDRYN: It is the Time Lords' curse. DOCTOR: It's the result of your own criminal ambition. MAWDRYN: The Time Lords could have given us the missing element. They abandoned us! TEGAN: Doctor, there are others like him coming this way. MAWDRYN: My brothers in exile. TEGAN: I knew you weren't the Doctor. BRIG '83: Look out! BRIG '83: Who are they? DOCTOR: Fools who tried to turn themselves into Time Lords. It all went disastrously wrong. MAWDRYN: It is eternal agony. That is why we long for death. TEGAN: They're immortal? DOCTOR: For what it's worth. MAWDRYN: Help us. DOCTOR: No. MAWDRYN: Give us the energy of a Time Lord! Help us to die! DOCTOR: I can't! MAWDRYN: For pity's sake. TEGAN: Doctor, why can't you help them? DOCTOR: Don't you understand? If I did, it would be the end of me as a Time Lord.
{"type": "series", "show": "Doctor Who", "episode": "20x11 - Mawdryn Undead - part 3"}
foreverdreaming
MAWDRYN UNDEAD BY: PETER GRIMWADE Part Four First Air Date: 9 February 1983 Running time: 24:33 TEGAN: What do you mean? DOCTOR: I can only regenerate twelve times. I have already done so four times. TEGAN: So? DOCTOR: Don't you see? Eight of them, eight of me. TEGAN: They want your remaining regenerations? DOCTOR: It's the only way to end their mutation. NYSSA: Is that possible? DOCTOR: With this equipment, yes. BRIG '83: Let's get back to the TARDIS before they become hostile. TEGAN: Come on, Doctor, we've got to get out of here. MAWDRYN: We're scientists, not warriors. We have no w*apon. The Doctor can only help us of his own free will. TEGAN: What you want is m*rder eight times over. MAWDRYN: No. What we desire is our own death. GUARDIAN (on scanner): Turlough, my plans are in hazard. This friend of the Doctor's TURLOUGH: The Brigadier? GUARDIAN (on scanner): He is present on the ship in two aspects. TURLOUGH: That isn't possible. GUARDIAN (on scanner): It is forbidden, but not impossible. He has travelled through time in the TARDIS. TURLOUGH: But if the two aspects converged GUARDIAN (on scanner): The instability could destroy everything. You must find the Brigadier who travelled with the Doctor's companions. TURLOUGH: Leave here? GUARDIAN (on scanner): You will obey me. The two Brigadiers must be kept apart. TURLOUGH: What about those creatures? GUARDIAN (on scanner): They are harmless. They only thr*at the Doctor. MAWDRYN: We did not know that our experiments would bring endless mutation. DOCTOR: You have the regenerator, the facilities of the laboratory. Continue your experiments, find how to reverse the process. MAWDRYN: We have known for many years that the process is irreversible. MUTANT: We have experimented for centuries. MUTANT 2: We have tried to discover a remedy. MUTANT: There is no remission. MAWDRYN: Only you, as a Time Lord, can help us. TURLOUGH: Hello, Brigadier. BRIG '77: Who the devil are you? DOCTOR: I cannot do what you ask. MAWDRYN: You cannot refuse. DOCTOR: I must. MAWDRYN: So be it, Doctor. Leave now, with your friends. But accept the consequences of your actions. NYSSA: What does he mean? DOCTOR: I don't know. BRIG '83: Back to the TARDIS? BRIG '77: So you're Turlough? Yes, Tegan told me about you. TURLOUGH: I've come to take you to the Doctor. BRIG '77: The Doctor? You know where he is? TURLOUGH: Of course. Come on. BRIG '77: Not so fast. Keep in the shadows. We have some disagreeable fellow passengers. TURLOUGH: They're harmless. BRIG '77: That remains to be seen. MUTANT: The Doctor was our only hope. MUTANT 2: He must not be allowed to escape. MAWDRYN: My friends, do not despair. The Doctor will soon return. And of his own free will. DOCTOR: You see, Brigadier, thanks to your imperfect memory there is now a Lethbridge Stewart some six years your junior at loose in this ship. BRIG '83: Good heavens. You mean that I did go with Nyssa and Tegan in the TARDIS in 1977? TEGAN: And were we glad of the company. BRIG '77: This Doctor, what does he look like? TURLOUGH: Older than me, younger than you. BRIG '77: No, I mean, is he normal? TURLOUGH: Of course. BRIG '77: So, that deformed creature in the TARDIS was an imposter. TURLOUGH: Exactly. TURLOUGH: Doctor, the Brigadier's here. BRIG '77: Doctor? BRIG '77: Turlough, what are you up to? BRIG '77 (OOV.): Turlough! TEGAN: No sign of Turlough. BRIG '83: I never trusted that boy. NYSSA: He must be here somewhere. DOCTOR: Well, I hope so, because I've got to get the TARDIS away from here. NYSSA: And separate the two Brigadiers. BRIG '83: Ah, now, hang on a minute. I've been thinking about that. DOCTOR: There isn't time to think, Brigadier. BRIG '83: Doctor, we are talking about six years of my life. DOCTOR: Well, you're perfectly all right in 1983. Obviously your 1977 self came to no physical harm. BRIG '83: Well, maybe not, but I don't want to have spent a year or two in limbo on this ship. NYSSA: Look. DOCTOR: Stay here, all of you. DOCTOR: Turlough, listen very carefully. We have a problem with the Brigadier. TURLOUGH: What is it? DOCTOR: The two time zones. The Brigadier did go with Tegan and Nyssa. There are now two Lethbridge Stewarts on this ship. TURLOUGH: I understand. DOCTOR: Now, I will take the Brigadier in the TARDIS back to 1983 Earth. TURLOUGH: And me? DOCTOR: You must find the other Brigadier and take him to the transmat capsule. You'll be quite safe, the mutants won't harm you. TURLOUGH: But the transmat beam doesn't work. DOCTOR: It will. The capsule is locked into the TARDIS' homing device. It will transmat to the centre of the TARDIS. I wired the device myself. TURLOUGH: Of course. DOCTOR: Now, when you arrive, whatever you do, stay in the capsule. Don't let the Brigadier out until I give you the word. Now, quickly. NYSSA: Will the mutants really travel for the rest of time? DOCTOR: I'm afraid so. NYSSA: That's terrible. DOCTOR: Sometimes you have to live with the consequences of your actions. Now, let's get away from here. MUTANT: The Time Lord has left us. MUTANT 2: Can we be certain he will return? MAWDRYN: He will return. DOCTOR: It takes a remarkably cunning set of the coordinates to clear a warp ellipse. TEGAN: Doctor? DOCTOR: This is a temperamental old thing, but I'm getting remarkably good at sorting NYSSA: Doctor, something's happening. DOCTOR: Not at all. We're on course for the Brigadier's school. You see, there was a problem with BRIG '83: Doctor! NYSSA: Doctor, do something. BRIG '83: What on Earth is happening? DOCTOR: I don't know. BRIG '83: It's like Mawdryn in the laboratory. DOCTOR: Mawdryn? That's it! They've been contaminated. TEGAN: Doctor, do something. DOCTOR: No, don't touch them. The transfiguration can be controlled. NYSSA: Stop! DOCTOR: Stop. That's it. Travelling through time is accelerating the degeneration. BRIG '83: You've stopped the TARDIS? DOCTOR: Well, more than that. We're going back to where we started. I just hope it induces a proportional remission. BRIG '83: It's working. DOCTOR: Are you two all right? NYSSA: I think so. TEGAN: Doctor, what went wrong? BRIG '83: Look at them out there. I'll bet they knew this was going to happen. MUTANT: The Time Lord has returned, as you predicted. MAWDRYN: The Doctor is not with us yet. He will not give up so easily. DOCTOR: You were infected when you carried Mawdryn into the TARDIS. The journey to his ship would have made it worse. TEGAN: Infected? You mean their mutation is a disease? DOCTOR: Well, it shouldn't be. I can only assume their constant experimenting to correct their error brought about a viral side effect. BRIG '83: Well, why haven't we got it? DOCTOR: I don't know. NYSSA: So we can't time travel. TEGAN: We don't need to. All we need to do is get the TARDIS back to Earth. DOCTOR: That won't work. I've got to programme a temporal deviation to escape the warp ellipse. BRIG '83: Are we stuck on this ship? DOCTOR: I wonder. If I reverse the polarity of the neutron flow BRIG '77: So, you've stopped pretending to be the Doctor. MAWDRYN: The Doctor is in the TARDIS. BRIG '77: What? MUTANT 2: This man also is in the TARDIS. MUTANT: He is a deviant. MUTANT 2: There has been temporal duplication. MAWDRYN: The TARDIS will soon return. The imbalance could be cataclysmic. For your own safety you must return to the Earth at once. BRIG '77: Without the TARDIS? MAWDRYN: Quickly. BRIG '83: So far so good. DOCTOR: Oh, no. BRIG '83: But nothing's happening. DOCTOR: Oh yes, it is. MAWDRYN: You will return to Earth immediately in the transmat capsule. BRIG '77: How the deuce do you expect me to MAWDRYN: Get in. BRIG '77: Look, if you think I'm trusting myself to this bauble MAWDRYN: The capsule is programmed for Earth. Quickly. NYSSA JR: It's no good, Doctor. DOCTOR: We're travelling in the opposite direction out of the ellipse. It's having a reverse effect. TEGAN JR: Stop! Stop! DOCTOR: Someone's trying to operate the transmat capsule. Must be Turlough taking your other half to the centre of the TARDIS. BRIG '83: Can the capsule do that? DOCTOR: Only when the TARDIS is clear of the ship. Until that happens, the transmat can't take place. The capsule will return to its terminal. DOCTOR: It's no good. I can't get clear of the ship without hurting Nyssa and Tegan. NYSSA: What are we going to do? GUARDIAN (OOV.): You have failed me! TURLOUGH: No. GUARDIAN (OOV.): The Brigadier is still free. TURLOUGH: That's not my fault. GUARDIAN (OOV.): Why did you not transport him in the capsule, as the Doctor instructed. TURLOUGH: The Doctor? But I'm supposed to be working against him. GUARDIAN (OOV.): Imbecile! Why should you not profit by the Time Lord's cunning? TURLOUGH: I'm sorry. GUARDIAN (OOV.): So near the annihilation of the Doctor and you risk all with your negligence and stupidity. TURLOUGH: I can still keep the two Lethbridge Stewarts apart. GUARDIAN (OOV.): If you fail me again, I shall destroy you. TEGAN: We can't stay in the TARDIS for ever. BRIG '83: Well, Doctor? NYSSA: You knew that would happen. MAWDRYN: Yes, Nyssa. NYSSA: You infected us. You passed on the mutative pattern. MAWDRYN: Yes, but not deliberately. TEGAN: What happens to us now? MAWDRYN: You will remain in the ship. TEGAN: For the rest of our lives? MAWDRYN: You're fortunate. Your journey will be short. Ours is without end. BRIG '83: We are not leaving them on this ship. MAWDRYN: Take them with you in the TARDIS and they will die. BRIG '83: Are you telling me that with all the facilities on this ship, you can't come up with some sort of antidote? MAWDRYN: We have no restorative for Tegan and Nyssa. BRIG '83: Doctor, have you got any ideas? ... You said in the laboratory that the Doctor could help you through that machinery. MAWDRYN: That is true, but only of his own free will. BRIG '83: Well then, surely he can do the same for Nyssa and Tegan. MAWDRYN: That is a question you must ask the Doctor. BRIG '83: Well, Doctor? TEGAN: Doctor? NYSSA: Doctor? DOCTOR: Take me to your laboratory. MAWDRYN: The Doctor chose to involve himself. Soon he will be a Time Lord no longer. That is his reward for compassion. BRIG '77: Doctor! Where is he? DOCTOR: You will activate the energy transfer, Brigadier. It will take several moments for the charge in the machine to build up. You can read off the countdown to the moment of exchange. Are you all right? BRIG '83: Yes. MUTANT: Do not be afraid. When the moment comes, we will all share in the life force of the Doctor. MUTANT 2: Our mutation will end. MUTANT: You will no longer be contaminated. NYSSA: And the Doctor won't be a Time Lord any more. TURLOUGH: Brigadier? Brigadier! MAWDRYN: My brothers in exile, we approach the ending. DOCTOR: Activate, Brigadier, now. GUARDIAN (OOV.): So near the supreme moment! The Brigadiers must not converge. Stop him, or I shall destroy you all! BRIG '83: Twenty seconds. Nineteen. TURLOUGH: Brigadier! Brigadier, come back! BRIG '83: Thirteen, twelve, eleven BRIG '77: Doctor, Tegan. What the devil? DOCTOR: No, Brigadier, get out of here! BRIG '77: What do you think you're doing? Who on Earth? BRIG '83: I remember. TURLOUGH (OOV.): It's cracked. DOCTOR: Are you all right? NYSSA: I think so. TEGAN: What happened? DOCTOR: A massive discharge of energy exactly synchronising with the moment of transfer. TEGAN: Is the Brigadier d*ad? DOCTOR: I don't think so. NYSSA: Doctor. DOCTOR: It's all right, old friend. BRIG '83: Oh, sorry about that, Headmaster. Touch of vertigo. It won't happen again. What the devil's been going on? DOCTOR: Nyssa, I want you to take the Brigadier back to the TARDIS, right to the centre, and keep him there until I give you the all clear. You'll be quite safe. TEGAN: This one must be all right. He belongs in 1977. DOCTOR: Amazing. The Brigadier's timing. A millisecond either way and TEGAN: And what? DOCTOR: At the moment of transfer, the power didn't come from me. TEGAN: Where did it come from? DOCTOR: Well, from the TARDIS, really. The two Brigadiers just shorted out the time differential. TEGAN: You mean zap? DOCTOR: Yes, that's right. Zap. TEGAN: Can Nyssa and I still time travel? DOCTOR: You're as good as new. TEGAN: Can you still regenerate? DOCTOR: I am a Time Lord. TEGAN: Look at Mawdryn. MAWDRYN: It is finished, Doctor. Can this be death? TEGAN: They're all d*ad. DOCTOR: They would have travelled for the rest of time, Tegan. Death was all they wanted. Come on, we must get the Brigadier back to 1977. TEGAN: Before we go, Doctor, thank you. You were prepared to risk everything for us. DOCTOR: Come on. BRIG '83: Look, what's been going on? NYSSA: The Doctor will explain later. TEGAN: What's that noise? DOCTOR: The ship is dying with the mutants. TEGAN: It's come out of orbit? DOCTOR: Yes. Hurry. RUNCIMAN: Brigadier? RUNCIMAN: Brigadier? RUNCIMAN: Brigadier, what happened? I came as soon as I got your message. RUNCIMAN: You'll be all right. BRIG '83: My word, you've been making some changes in here, Doctor. DOCTOR: One has to move with the times. How are you feeling? BRIG '83: Haven't felt so well for, for at least six years. DOCTOR: There we are, 1983. Back to school, Brigadier. DOCTOR: Goodbye. BRIG '83: Goodbye, Doctor. If ever you're passing. Where's Turlough? DOCTOR: Turlough. He left in the capsule. NYSSA: He can't have done. If the Brigadier was still in the ship, he never used the transmat system. TEGAN: The auto-destruct! We've got to get back to the ship. Come on! TEGAN: Oh, Turlough. NYSSA: You're safe. TEGAN: We thought you were on Mawdryn's ship. TURLOUGH: I'm not that easy to get rid of. TEGAN: So it seems. TURLOUGH: Doctor, may I join you? DOCTOR: I think you already have.
{"type": "series", "show": "Doctor Who", "episode": "20x12 - Mawdryn Undead - part 4"}
foreverdreaming
TERMINUS BY: STEPHEN GALLAGHER Part One First Air Date: 15 February 1983 Running time: 24:58 TURLOUGH: I'm scared. This place is like a maze. Where am I supposed to be going? GUARDIAN (OOV.): Your function is to obey, not question. TURLOUGH: I may not have must time. I don't think they trust me, especially Tegan. GUARDIAN (OOV.): The roundel behind you. GUARDIAN (OOV.): That one. Open it. GUARDIAN (OOV.): Operate the blue switches. Now you'll be able to remove the space-time element from beneath the console. TURLOUGH: Which switches will release the TARDIS to my control? GUARDIAN (OOV.): Do only as I say. TEGAN (OOV.): Turlough! GUARDIAN (OOV.): Quickly, close the roundel. TURLOUGH: Now what do I do? GUARDIAN (OOV.): Go to the console room. TURLOUGH: And? Where have you gone? TEGAN: Who were you talking to? TURLOUGH: Oh, no one. I was singing. Not very well, I'm afraid. TEGAN: Why didn't you answer when I called? TURLOUGH: I'm very sorry, I didn't hear you. TEGAN: You're up to something, I can feel it. TURLOUGH: I'm simply looking around. The TARDIS is so very large. TEGAN: What have you been doing? Have you touched anything? TURLOUGH: You look so sweet when you get angry. TEGAN: I'm being serious. What have you been doing? TURLOUGH: Nothing. You're being foolishly and unjustifiably suspicious. Tegan, why do you dislike me so much? TEGAN: You're unreliable. TURLOUGH: You hardly know me. TEGAN: I heard the way you were talking to the Doctor. TURLOUGH: Being friendly hardly makes me unreliable. TEGAN: It's the way you were doing it. TURLOUGH: Oh, you would prefer I used your sledgehammer tactics? TEGAN: At least I'm honest. TURLOUGH: Being rude isn't honest. Neither is overreacting. If I choose to smooth the way with a smile and a soft phrase, that doesn't make me unreliable. Charm, the way I use it, is to disagree agreeably. TEGAN: You were using it to deceive. TURLOUGH: Oh, you're so typical of your planet, reduced to shouting if you can't have your own way. TEGAN: I am not! TURLOUGH: No? You seem unable to grasp that there are other approaches. To smile before asking. TEGAN: Don't patronise me, Turlough. TURLOUGH: I'm simply relating what I think. TEGAN: Turning an argument around is something you're very good at. TURLOUGH: Listen to yourself. You're so concrete in the way you think. Why can't you just agree to differ? TEGAN: I think you're dangerous. TURLOUGH: I think we should try and be friends. TEGAN: I'm going to tell the Doctor about the roundel. TURLOUGH: Do so, but you'd only make a fool of yourself. I travel in the TARDIS too, now. I have no desire to k*ll myself. I had no reason to open that roundel. Where are you going? TEGAN: To show you to your room. TURLOUGH: We're friends? TEGAN: Not yet. TURLOUGH: Looks like a kid's room. TEGAN: It was Adric's. TURLOUGH: Who? TEGAN: Doesn't matter. TURLOUGH: I've had enough of children, what with that awful school on Earth. TEGAN: You can change things if you want. TURLOUGH: Right, all this can go for a start. TEGAN: It's your room. Do what you like. TEGAN: He's got the manners of a pig. NYSSA: The Doctor? TEGAN: The brat, Turlough. NYSSA: He'll settle down. TURLOUGH: It's repaired itself. GUARDIAN (on scanner): Concentrate. You have work to do. TEGAN: What are you doing? NYSSA: Synthesising an enzyme. I seem to need the practice. TEGAN: You've done it before. NYSSA: Adric did the calculation for me. My own figures aren't as good, as you can see. TEGAN: I'll see if I can find his notes, before Turlough destroys them. TURLOUGH: What will this do? GUARDIAN (on scanner): You are touching the heart of the TARDIS. Rip it free! TURLOUGH: What happens to me? GUARDIAN (on scanner): You will be safe. I am ready to lift you away. TEGAN: Turlough? TEGAN: Turlough? TURLOUGH: It's stuck. GUARDIAN (on scanner): Continue. TURLOUGH: I'm trying. It won't move. GUARDIAN (on scanner): The break-up is beginning. I can sense it. Remove the space-time element! TEGAN (OOV.): Turlough? TEGAN: Turlough? Oh, no. Doctor! DOCTOR: What is it? TEGAN: Quickly! TEGAN: What is it? DOCTOR: We're in trouble. I'll explain later. DOCTOR: What was Nyssa working on? TEGAN: Nothing that could have caused this. DOCTOR: The rotor's jamming. Well, there's a safety cut out. TURLOUGH: Is Nyssa safe? DOCTOR: Well, we'll see. I'm trying to refocus the exterior viewer on the interior of the TARDIS. TEGAN: It's just a mess. DOCTOR: Dimensional instability, that's the danger. Nyssa! DOCTOR (OOV.): Nyssa, can you hear me? NYSSA: Yes! DOCTOR (OOV.): Stay well back. There's nothing you can do. Nyssa? TEGAN: What's that? I saw something just for a moment. DOCTOR: Oh, no. The outside universe is breaking through. TEGAN: Look! DOCTOR (OOV.): Look behind you, Nyssa. DOCTOR: Go through, Nyssa. It's your only chance. TEGAN: Where are you sending her? DOCTOR: I don't know, but if she stays in the room, she'll die. DOCTOR: Nyssa, if you can hear me, DOCTOR (OOV.): Keep moving. Keep moving, Nyssa. Stay ahead of it. If you don't, it will k*ll you. TEGAN: What's that? DOCTOR: I don't know. TURLOUGH: Where does that door lead to? DOCTOR: Another spacecraft. TEGAN: Look! TEGAN: Where did the other spacecraft come from? DOCTOR: The TARDIS found it. There's a fail-safe. On impending break-up, it seeks out and locks onto the nearest spacecraft. TEGAN: You never mentioned it before. DOCTOR: Well, it never worked before. TEGAN: Well? DOCTOR: She's gone. Stay there. TEGAN: Nyssa's gone. TURLOUGH: What was that? TEGAN: The Doctor! TEGAN: Doctor? Doctor? GUARDIAN: Follow them. TURLOUGH: I can't. GUARDIAN: Follow, and k*ll him! TURLOUGH (OOV.): Tegan? TURLOUGH: I wonder how that happened. TEGAN: It seems we have no choice. We go on. DOCTOR: What have I sent you into, Nyssa? TEGAN: Come on, we can catch up with the Doctor. Come on! DOCTOR: Nyssa. NYSSA: Doctor! NYSSA: Where are we? DOCTOR: I think it's some sort of old passenger liner. NYSSA: And those things? DOCTOR: Yes, well, some people have the strangest ideas about decor. Come on, let's get back to the TARDIS. KARI: Check the air seal. OLVIR: Secure. TEGAN: I'm positive that was Nyssa calling. TURLOUGH: You heard something. Your imagination did the rest. TEGAN: Maybe. TURLOUGH: Let's go back. TEGAN: No! TURLOUGH: Oh, no. KARI: The whole ship's rigged to run on a*t*matic, yet there's atmosphere. It doesn't fit the briefing at all. OLVIR: So what? We're only here for the cargo. KARI: Would it really surprise you if there weren't any? This ship is d*ad. DOCTOR: Ah. I don't remember this. We must have taken a wrong turn. NYSSA: What is it? DOCTOR: A massive plug. The hull must have been damaged at some time. NYSSA: It's still soft. DOCTOR: Yes, I know. Come on, we'll try, er, this way. KARI: Advance party to raider. We're coming back. This isn't the ship you described. OLVIR: We can't go back if he doesn't link with the airlock. DOCTOR (OOV.): Er, this way. NYSSA: We're lost, aren't we. DOCTOR: Certainly not. DOCTOR: Oh, dear. So sorry, I didn't know it was private. KARI: That's all right. We're in the mood for company. VOICE (OOV.): Help me. TURLOUGH: Over there. VOICE (OOV.): Help me. TEGAN: That's Nyssa! OLVIR: k*ll them. We've enough problems. KARI: Be quiet. If you're not members of the crew, how did you get here? DOCTOR: We have a ship of our own. OLVIR: So they're after the cargo, too. KARI: Are you? DOCTOR: Unarmed? OLVIR: Kari. KARI: Watch them. OLVIR: That's our ship! He's running out on us! KARI: Shut up. KARI: Advance party to raider. Come in, raider. Come in. ... Is this your work? DOCTOR: Hardly. DOCTOR: Neither is that. TURLOUGH: Engines. VOICE (OOV.): Please help me. TEGAN: Hold on, Nyssa. We must find something to lever the door open. TURLOUGH: Let's get out of here. TEGAN: Find a pry bar. Now! TEGAN (OOV.): Turlough, it's moving! TURLOUGH: On my way. TEGAN (OOV.): Turlough! TURLOUGH: I'm coming! TEGAN (OOV.): Turlough! TEGAN: Turlough TEGAN: Help me! TURLOUGH: Are you all right? I found the doorway to the TARDIS. TEGAN: Where? TURLOUGH: This way. Come on. NYSSA: Who are they? DOCTOR: Raiders, by the look of it. Probably an advance party to open the airlocks. KARI: You say you have a ship? DOCTOR: Yes. KARI: I'm commandeering it. DOCTOR: I think not. DOCTOR: Stop bluffing. You haven't got a chance. Listen to the engines. Alignment manoeuvres. We're docking with another ship. KARI: Then I'm asking you, will you take us off this ship? DOCTOR: If you put the g*n away, please. DOCTOR: Thank you. TANNOY: All decks stand by. All decks stand by. This is a special announcement from Terminus Incorporated. DOCTOR: I think we should get out of here. Follow me. TANNOY: Primary docking alignment procedures are now complete. Passengers with mobility should prepare to disembark. TANNOY: Anyone failing to disembark will be removed. Sterilisation procedures will then follow. TANNOY: There is no return. This is Terminus. OLVIR: Wait a minute. KARI: Olvir? OLVIR: I know where we are. KARI: Where? TEGAN: They're everywhere. TURLOUGH: Give me a hand. Come on, quickly. OLVIR: Now we know, don't we? Now we know what its all about. OLVIR: This is Terminus, where all the lazars come to die. OLVIR (OOV.): We're on a leper ship! We're all going to die!
{"type": "series", "show": "Doctor Who", "episode": "20x13 - Terminus - part 1"}
foreverdreaming
TERMINUS BY: STEPHEN GALLAGHER Part Two First Air Date: 16 February 1983 Running time: 24:40 NYSSA: Lazars? DOCTOR: Whatever you do, don't let them touch you. DOCTOR: No! That would be mass slaughter. KARI: I thought they were going to att*ck us. DOCTOR: Look at them. I doubt if they can feed themselves, let alone fight. NYSSA: What about Olvir? KARI: He ran. Leave him. DOCTOR: No. I rather think he's got a lot to tell us. TURLOUGH: It's stuck. TEGAN: It can't be. TURLOUGH: It's those things walking over the grating. TEGAN: There must be another way out. TEGAN: This place is a death trap. KARI: What are the lazars doing here? DOCTOR: Dying. Some cargo you came to steal. NYSSA: Why did you choose this ship? KARI: It was a big liner from a rich sector. It looked like the perfect target, so we thought. DOCTOR: Indeed. DOCTOR: Now, what about Terminus? We must find Olvir. NYSSA: We could try the computer. TURLOUGH: Is there any way through? TEGAN: Solid. TURLOUGH: We'll have to go back. TEGAN: Wait. There's a ladder. This way. KARI: Hurry, Doctor. I want to get off this ship as soon as possible. DOCTOR: In a moment. Can you see any more computer blocks? NYSSA: I'll look. KARI: What precisely are you looking for? DOCTOR: Information about Terminus. There must be something here, the liner's just docked with it. NYSSA: Olvir? GUARDIAN (OOV.): The Doctor still lives. You know the rewards for success. I have other rewards for your failure. TEGAN (OOV.): Turlough? TURLOUGH: Coming. DOCTOR: Star charts. KARI: What's that in the middle? DOCTOR: Must be Terminus. Nyssa? NYSSA: Coming. Come and talk to the Doctor. We need your help. You know about Terminus. OLVIR: Kari's there. NYSSA: Yes? OLVIR: I'm supposed to be combat trained, and I ran away. NYSSA: I'm sure she'll understand. DOCTOR: What do you make of this? KARI: Not very much. OLVIR: Whatever you're planning, you can forget it, because we're d*ad. We're breathing in the disease at this very moment. KARI: You decided to come back. NYSSA: Please, we need his help. DOCTOR: Nyssa's right. How do you know about Lazar's disease? OLVIR: My sister died of it. DOCTOR: On Terminus? OLVIR: Yes. They supposedly offer a cure, but I've never met anyone who came back. DOCTOR: And you didn't try and find out why? OLVIR: From whom? A commercial company runs Terminus. They don't care about anything apart from their profit. NYSSA: How are they allowed to get away with it? OLVIR: They just play on irrational fear, just like the old plagues. They terrified people and this is no different. It isn't something you admit to. DOCTOR: What do you make of this? OLVIR: An expanded chart of the universe. DOCTOR: In all you heard about Terminus, was there ever any comment on its position? OLVIR: No, not that I recall. DOCTOR: There's something very strange about this. OLVIR: What? DOCTOR: Well, it could be pure coincidence, but Terminus seems to be at the exact centre of the known universe. TURLOUGH: I'm so unfit. Any luck? TEGAN: I can hear something. TEGAN: What was it? EIRAK: Sterilise. TURLOUGH: Come on. BOR: What's happening? The reading's still climbing. VALGARD: Bor! No, Bor! BOR: The reading's still climbing. I must find out what's happening. VALGARD: Eirak, Bor has just entered the Forbidden Zone. EIRAK: Oh, that's all we need. VALGARD: We must do something. EIRAK: I can't afford to send men after him. VALGARD: We must do something! EIRAK: This is my responsibility. To keep Terminus running. VALGARD: We can't just let him die. EIRAK: Valgard, we're all dying. Did Bor say anything before he entered the Zone? VALGARD: He muttered something about the readings. EIRAK: He'll be back, when he gets hungry or needs his Hydromel. DOCTOR: This could be useful. Plan of the ship. NYSSA: It's vast. DOCTOR: It's no wonder we got lost. KARI: Everybody down. NYSSA: What's happening? DOCTOR: Look. TANNOY: Attention. Preparations for departure will begin with stage one sterilisation. Unprotected personnel are advised to leave this liner immediately. No return will be permitted. This warning is final. Stage one sterilisation is now commencing. DOCTOR: We must get out of here. TURLOUGH: Now what? TEGAN: Back. TEGAN: Must be to do with the sterilising. KARI: Who was that voice talking to? OLVIR: A crew that doesn't exist. NYSSA: This is a layout of the ship. There are two ways back to where we think the TARDIS is. We must go in two parties. TEGAN: We were lucky. It got vented away. NYSSA: I must rest. OLVIR: We can't. Come on. NYSSA: Please. OLVIR: All right then, but only for a moment. What's the matter? NYSSA: I'm ill. OLVIR: Oh. I'll get help. OLVIR: There's leak interference. There must be bad shielding on the engine somewhere. NYSSA: Look. OLVIR: Can you walk? NYSSA: I don't know. I feel, I feel as if I'm going to burst. OLVIR: Come on. NYSSA: What's wrong? Olvir, what's wrong? OLVIR: You're contaminated. TANNOY: Attention. TANNOY: All Lazars and any other personnel must disembark immediately. Stage two sterilisation is about to begin. NYSSA: No, please. TANNOY: All other must leave immediately. NYSSA: Olvir, help me. TANNOY: All Lazars must comply with the drones. NYSSA: Olvir! TANNOY: All Lazars must comply with the drones. NYSSA: Olvir! TURLOUGH: I feel sick. TEGAN: We haven't got time. Come on. SIGURD: What did Eirak say? VALGARD: He doesn't care about Bor. SIGURD: Get in there. Valgard, don't anger Eirak. He has great power. VALGARD: The only power he has is in the control of the Hydromel. Without that, we're all d*ad. SIGURD: Be careful. SIGURD: This one's in better condition than most. VALGARD: Not for much longer. VALGARD: Where's that drone with the Hydromel? SIGURD: I'll check. VALGARD: Well, hurry. They've started sterilising. NYSSA: Where are you taking me? VALGARD: They don't usually speak. NYSSA: I'm not one of the Lazars. VALGARD: Your appearance says otherwise. NYSSA: Are you doctors? VALGARD: Baggage handlers. We just receive and pass on. NYSSA: But I have to know what's happening. VALGARD: You'll be taken to the Garm. Thereafter, who knows? No one's ever come back from a meeting with him. SIGURD: Bitter sweet taste of life. NYSSA: Why do you wear armour? VALGARD: Radiation levels. What are you doing? NYSSA: I've cut my thumb. Look. SIGURD: The Garm awaits. There's no escape, not for you. All right, Valgard? VALGARD: Only my pride damaged. NYSSA: What is this horrendous place? DOCTOR: We can't have missed the door. There was a book lying on the floor. DOCTOR: Nyssa's skirt. There's blood on it. Call Olvir, quickly. TURLOUGH: Shush. TEGAN: What is it? TURLOUGH: It's the Doctor. EIRAK: Has anybody told the Garm to look out for Bor in the Forbidden Zone? SIGURD: Not yet. EIRAK: If he dies, we'll want his body back for the armour. Valgard, see to it at once. SIGURD: I'll see to the Lazar. VALGARD: Garm, can you hear me? VALGARD: One of the Vanir has entered the Forbidden Zone. If he has died, we must have his body back. You understand? VALGARD: And quickly! DOCTOR: More spots of blood. Try them again. KARI: There must be a radiation leak. DOCTOR: That's the wave pattern the TARDIS homed in on. TURLOUGH: Doctor? TEGAN: Doctor! Doctor, we're here! TURLOUGH: Doctor! TEGAN: Doctor! TEGAN (OOV.): Doctor, over here! DOCTOR: Someone's calling. KARI: Look. KARI: What is it? DOCTOR: Stage two sterilisation. Come on! KARI: Now where? DOCTOR: Down there. DOCTOR: The centre of the universe. TURLOUGH: He couldn't have heard us. We're going to get out of here even if we have to smash our way out. KARI: You realise that Nyssa and Olvir could have found the TARDIS by now. DOCTOR: Then why don't they reply? Tell me. The star charts on the liner, do you think they were accurate? KARI: I don't know. They were probably DOCTOR: Let her go! VALGARD: Now it's your turn, only you I'm going to k*ll.
{"type": "series", "show": "Doctor Who", "episode": "20x14 - Terminus - part 2"}
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TERMINUS BY: STEPHEN GALLAGHER Part Three First Air Date: 22 February 1983 Running time: 24:39 DOCTOR: I'd appreciate some help. KARI: Is it a machine? DOCTOR: No. He's wearing radiation armour. Keep him covered. KARI: My power pack's d*ad. DOCTOR: Come on. DOCTOR: Let me have your radio. KARI: It's always the same pattern. DOCTOR: Well, at least the level's acceptable, for the time being. Come on. NYSSA: Are you in charge? EIRAK: Be quiet. NYSSA: Please listen. EIRAK: Shut the door. INGA: You'll get nothing out of them. They're not interested. NYSSA: I've got to make them understand. INGA: You can't even bribe them. The only thing they care about is Hydromel, the drug that keeps them alive. NYSSA: What are they going to do with us? INGA: Supposedly cure us, but I rather think they're going to let us die. SIGURD: Lazar assessment from t*nk three, Eirak. EIRAK: Coloured water. They must think we're fools. They've even reduced the size of the consignment. SIGURD: Why the cutback? EIRAK: Maybe our performance is down. SIGURD: But we process everyone who comes here. Why doesn't the Company send someone to see the conditions we work under? EIRAK: Maybe they already have. We are slaves. The Company doesn't need to tell us anything. VALGARD: Intruders. I saw two people down in the stockyard, a man and a girl. They went into the Forbidden Zone. EIRAK: Lazars? VALGARD: No. No, they were too fit. And they were armed. SIGURD: Agents from the Company. EIRAK: Why didn't you stop them? VALGARD: I tried. SIGURD: Why are they in the Forbidden Zone? EIRAK: The perfect place to hide. We never go there. As the Company has decided to cut back our supply of Hydromel, it is in our own interest to learn why. If the couple in the Forbidden Zone are from the Company, their knowledge is vital. VALGARD: How do we find them? EIRAK: Someone must go after them. VALGARD: Why don't you? You're supposed to be our honoured leader. EIRAK: I'm needed here. VALGARD: So you keep telling us, although I sometimes wonder whether we need you at all. SIGURD: Valgard! EIRAK: You think you could be better? VALGARD: Yes. EIRAK: All right, I'll make you an offer. Bring back the spies and I'll step down in your favour. VALGARD: I have your word on that? EIRAK: You have the Vanir as your witness. Think of it as a bet. If you're ambitious enough, you'll accept it. VALGARD: All right, agreed. EIRAK: Then go! SIGURD: He'll die in the Forbidden Zone. EIRAK: He hates me. He'll succeed. SIGURD: And you will give him what you say? EIRAK: Of course. INGA: There's no way out, just as there's no cure. It's hopeless. NYSSA: Tell me about the Forbidden Zone. INGA: You don't give up, do you. NYSSA: Tell me. INGA: I only know what I've heard. It's where the radiation's too strong for them, and where we're supposed to be cured. NYSSA: And what's the Garm? INGA: You'll find out soon enough. SIGURD: They're starting to move the Lazars. t*nk three. OLVIR: I'll be down in a moment. SIGURD: I've just come from the equipment store. I think we have a third intruder. EIRAK: Excellent. Carry on with those. EIRAK: It seems Valgard's mission was unnecessary after all. Come on, we'll apprehend this one ourselves. DOCTOR: Why do the crew put up with such a radiation leak? KARI: It could be part of the cure. DOCTOR: Olvir said there wasn't one. So, why don't they repair it? KARI: They may not know how to. DOCTOR: Hmm. Radiation. Fallout. Now that's a thought. KARI: What? DOCTOR: Nothing. Just an idea worth pursuing. EIRAK: You. Turn around. EIRAK: You fool. SIGURD: But it spoke. EIRAK: Perhaps you're developing the Lazar disease. VALGARD: I'm going. EIRAK: It's hardly touched. Take her first, then. SIGURD: You. NYSSA: No. No, wait. Others are worse than me. EIRAK: The fit ones go first. Take her. NYSSA: No. No, please. No. DOCTOR: What is it? KARI: I can hear someone singing. TURLOUGH: Tegan. TEGAN: What? TURLOUGH: If ever you had to k*ll someone, could you do it? Could you? TEGAN: No. I don't know. If it was important, to save my friend, to defend myself. TURLOUGH: But cold-bloodedly? TEGAN: You're weird, Turlough. What a subject to bring up at a time like this. Come on, let's find the control room. GUARDIAN (OOV.): You are a fool, boy. KARI: Who is it? DOCTOR: Well, he seems happy enough. Let's find out. KARI: No. DOCTOR: He's hurt. Hello, I'm the Doctor. Can I help? BOR: Most kind. Yes. A burden is a, er, something or other. Most kind. Thanks. This way. BOR: The cold ground. Rest in peace. TURLOUGH: Curious. What do you make of this? TEGAN: It's a map. Like one of those diagrams when they thought the Earth was at the centre of the universe. TURLOUGH: Hmm. Strange, isn't it. DOCTOR: Terminus entrance. At least we know where the radiation comes from. DOCTOR: Look at the damage. Easy now. BOR: Thank you. Most kind. Most kind. My name is, er, Bor. I. Haven't we met somewhere before? DOCTOR: Indeed. I'm the Doctor. BOR: Short term memory's the first to go. KARI: He needs a medic. BOR: Do you know anything about engines? DOCTOR: A little. BOR: I tried to pull down the control cables. I picked the wrong ones. Power lines. As I couldn't stop the radiation, I had to try and wall it in. Now things are even worse. DOCTOR: In what way? BOR: The whole lot's unstable. Know what would happen if one of those exploded? It'd be more than just a loud bang. DOCTOR: Chain reaction. BOR: Nothing in the universe would be safe. KARI: What? BOR: Did I tell you? One of the engines has already exploded. DOCTOR: When? BOR: No, oh, it was a long time ago. It's all in the computer. That one will go next. I didn't find out why until I followed the control cables. KARI: Why wasn't Terminus destroyed in the expl*si*n? BOR: Terminus is protected. VALGARD: Tell them nothing, Bor. They're Company spies. BOR: Really? They seemed so friendly. VALGARD: You forget our last encounter. The power pack is exhausted. I'm taking you back, but not before I've beaten some respect into you. BOR: My wall! KARI: Doctor! NYSSA: Let me go. Please, please, let me go. SIGURD: Don't you want to be cured? This is for your own good. NYSSA: Please, let me go. SIGURD: At least, that's what I'm told. KARI: What's that? DOCTOR: Some sort of signal. DOCTOR: Come on. NYSSA: No! What is that thing? SIGURD: Your cure. The Garm's found Bor. BOR: Most kind. SIGURD: Let's get him to Eirak while he can still talk. OLVIR: Let's see that chain. NYSSA: No! OLVIR: It's me, Nyssa. NYSSA: Quickly! Quick. OLVIR: I can't, I'm not strong enough. NYSSA: Olvir! KARI: What are you looking for now? DOCTOR: The control lines. The ones Bor said he followed. TURLOUGH: There must be a way to recreate the door we entered this ship by. Wait here. KARI: This is a complete waste of time. Bor doesn't know what he's talking about. He's suffering from radiation sickness. DOCTOR: Yes, you're right about the sickness. I want to find out what he discovered. KARI: Does it matter? DOCTOR: I think it could be rather important. SIGURD: Bor, can you hear me? BOR: Sigurd? SIGURD: Why did you do it? You knew you couldn't survive in the Forbidden Zone. BOR: Worth a try. The pilot's d*ad, you know. SIGURD: Pilot? BOR: Of Terminus. SIGURD: What? BOR: But he's still there. He's going to f*re up the engines again and they won't take it and the big bang will happen all over again. EIRAK: Where's his helmet? SIGURD: He didn't have it. He's delirious. He needs Hydromel. EIRAK: There isn't any to spare. SIGURD: But he's dying. EIRAK: So why detain him? GUARDIAN (OOV.): You have not destroyed the Doctor. TURLOUGH: I haven't found him yet. GUARDIAN (OOV.): k*ll the Doctor. TURLOUGH: I will, I will. I have a plan. GUARDIAN (OOV.): You have nothing. TURLOUGH: I do! But I need to get back to the TARDIS. GUARDIAN (OOV.): Why? TURLOUGH: Trust me. TEGAN (OOV.): Turlough! TURLOUGH: How do I recreate the door? GUARDIAN (OOV.): Fail me again TURLOUGH: I won't, I promise. GUARDIAN (OOV.): Then search for an emergency bypass switch. TURLOUGH: Where? GUARDIAN (OOV.): You have skills. Use them. Look beneath your feet. TEGAN: What are you doing? TURLOUGH: Remember when we were underneath the floor? Well, I noticed something familiar. It's only just come to me what it was. Come on. DOCTOR: Terminus control. KARI: Look. NYSSA: Olvir! DOCTOR: Do you remember Bor saying one of the engines had exploded? KARI: Did he? DOCTOR: He was wrong. It didn't come to that. Look at this. Terminus was once capable of time travel. KARI: So? DOCTOR: Well, to push a ship of this size through time would require an enormous amount of energy. KARI: What are you getting at? DOCTOR: Well, think about what we've learnt. Terminus seems to be at the centre of the universe, yes? Now, imagine this ship in flight. Suddenly the pilot finds he has an enormous amount of unstable fuel on board. What would you do? KARI: Jettison it. DOCTOR: Perfectly normal procedure. Unfortunately, he ejects his fuel into a void. KARI: And it exploded. DOCTOR: Starting a chain reaction. KARI: How big? DOCTOR: Enormous. Biggest expl*si*n of all time. Event One. KARI: The Big Bang? DOCTOR: Yes. KARI: It isn't possible. DOCTOR: A chemical reaction in a primeval swamp can create life on a planet. Why couldn't the universe be created by a similar chance factor, hmm? KARI: But exploding fuel in space? It's almost too simple. DOCTOR: It only appears simple because the circumstances were exactly right. KARI: Well, if what you're saying is right, why wasn't Terminus destroyed in the expl*si*n? DOCTOR: Well, the pilot time-jumped the ship forward before realising how unstable the fuel was. The resulting shockwave must have caught up with him, boosting the ship billions of years into the future. KARI: k*lling the pilot and damaging the second engine. DOCTOR: Yes. KARI: If there was a second expl*si*n, would it have the same effect as the jettisoned fuel? DOCTOR: Not quite. Whereas the first expl*si*n created the universe, the second would undoubtedly destroy it. TURLOUGH: There it is. Emergency bypass. We'll soon have that door open. TEGAN: Where's the light coming from? TURLOUGH: It's nothing. KARI: What's happening? DOCTOR: I don't know. Oh, no. KARI: What? DOCTOR: It wasn't the pilot's decision. The computer's just started an a*t*matic sequence to jettison the unstable fuel. If we don't do something quickly, the whole universe will be destroyed.
{"type": "series", "show": "Doctor Who", "episode": "20x15 - Terminus - part 3"}
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TERMINUS BY: STEPHEN GALLAGHER Part Four First Air Date: 23 February 1983 Running time: 24:49 DOCTOR: We must stop the sequence. KARI: Do you know how? DOCTOR: Not yet. KARI: What, then? VALGARD: Where are the others? OLVIR: What? VALGARD: Spies! OLVIR: Oh, no. Nyssa! TEGAN: Are you all right? TURLOUGH: I think so. TEGAN: What happened? TURLOUGH: I don't know. TURLOUGH: Look! TEGAN: We must make it materialise fully. TURLOUGH: It won't move. TEGAN: Let me help. It's not going to defeat us now. VALGARD: I wouldn't. The radiation'll k*ll you. Get much closer and you're d*ad, unless you can get to a decontamination unit. OLVIR: You're lying. VALGARD: Please yourself, then, but in my day we were better trained. OLVIR: What? VALGARD: You're not from the Company. You're combat trained. Colonel Pereira, was it? The one they call the Chief? OLVIR: How do you know? VALGARD: Recognise the moves. Taught the same ones to me. I was with him for five tours, till he turned me in for the reward. OLVIR: And how did you get here? VALGARD: sl*ve labour. That's how Terminus works. You couldn't pay anyone enough to work here. OLVIR: Where are the guards? VALGARD: Don't need them. If we don't work, we don't get the Hydromel we need to stay alive. Help me, please. Oh, come on. Look at me. I'm a danger to no one. I'm finished. I'm dying. OLVIR: Where did that thing take Nyssa? VALGARD: Nyssa? Oh, is that her name? I've no idea. This is my first time in the Zone. OLVIR: Will he harm her? VALGARD: No. He's curing her. That's what he's here for. OLVIR: How can that thing cure anyone? VALGARD: Help me. I'll show you. OLVIR: I'll find her myself. VALGARD: Don't leave me. KARI: Why won't it move? DOCTOR: It's controlled by the computer, and the computer's uncontrollable. TEGAN: I don't think I've got any skin left on my hands. TANNOY: Primary ignition is now beginning. All systems running on test. Departure sequence is beginning now. TEGAN: What's happening? TURLOUGH: The liner's preparing to move. TEGAN: No, wait! You can't leave yet! TANNOY: All drones to designated assembly points. Countdown to secondary ignition follows. TEGAN: No! TURLOUGH: The ship's on a*t*matic, Tegan. There's nothing you can do. TEGAN: I've got to try. TANNOY: Departure sequence is now underway. Countdown to docking disengagement now beginning. TANNOY: Preparing to blow clamps and withdraw all lines. TEGAN: Can anyone hear me? TANNOY: Countdown to primary burn is now underway. TEGAN: You must stop! TANNOY: Countdown to primary burn is now underway. TANNOY: Test mode on all systems is now disengaged. TANNOY: All systems operating within permitted tolerances. TEGAN: Shut up! TANNOY: Emergency, emergency. Launch abort. Launch abort. TEGAN: I don't believe it. TANNOY: Launch abort. TANNOY: Launch abort. Launch abort. KARI: How can this ship still be operational after all this time? DOCTOR: The technology here is phenomenal, unfortunately. There must be a way to reset that handle. KARI: He must have had the strength of a giant. DOCTOR: A giant. KARI: Of course. DOCTOR: The Garm. KARI: But will there still be enough time? DOCTOR: Well, we can only hope there is. GUARDIAN (on scanner): The Doctor still lives. TURLOUGH: He's trapped. He's powerless, probably d*ad already. GUARDIAN (on scanner): You represent a poor investment of my time and energy, and for such an investment there is only one course to follow. OLVIR: I'm unarmed. Can you understand me? GARM: Perfectly. OLVIR: Why are you doing this? You're torturing people. GARM: I draw the disease from them. All would die but most survive. OLVIR: And the last one you treated, Nyssa, did she survive? GARM: She is recovering. OLVIR: Where? GARM: Follow me. BOR: If only I could remember. SIGURD: Try to relax. BOR: It doesn't matter. In a couple of hours there won't even be a Terminus or a Company or anything. I found some information in a computer. SIGURD: What's going to happen? BOR: That's the trouble. I can't remember. SIGURD: But Bor, you must. BOR: Short term memory is always the first to go. SIGURD: Look, I'll get some Hydromel. There's a case of it through there. BOR: Eirak won't release any. SIGURD: Who said I was going to ask him? BOR: It really isn't worth the trouble, you know. DOCTOR: You ready? KARI: Call him. TEGAN: Turlough? Turlough? KARI: He's coming. What do we do now? DOCTOR: Let's just get into the control room. I'll do the rest. KARI: And if he won't cooperate? DOCTOR: We'll humour him. Right, let's go. KARI: It's not working. GARM: Deception is unnecessary. You have given the signal, I must obey. NYSSA: Olvir! OLVIR: Nyssa! You came through the cure. NYSSA: Just about. OLVIR: What happened? NYSSA: I was simply exposed to a massive dose of radiation. There's no proper diagnosis, no control, and this is supposed to be someone's idea of decontamination. OLVIR: Well, let's go. The sooner we can put Terminus behind us NYSSA: You don't understand. There must be thousands of people who've passed through here and think they're cured. It's all just h*t and miss. No one cares. OLVIR: Let's go, Nyssa. NYSSA: Listen to me. The cure works, but it needs to be controlled, otherwise you just trade one k*ller for another. Radiation induced diseases that may take years to show. OLVIR: Let's just concentrate on getting away, shall we? NYSSA: It could all be changed. OLVIR: I've no doubt you're right, but we can argue your case later. Now come on, quickly. EIRAK: Who took it? Who took the signal box? Someone will suffer for this. DOCTOR: You understand what we need you to do? DOCTOR: I'd appreciate it if you'd hurry. GARM: Is this necessary? DOCTOR: If you can return the lever, I can disconnect the computer controlling it. GARM: And if I fail? DOCTOR: It's the end of the universe. BOR: Beginning of the end, boys. KARI: Nothing's happening. DOCTOR: It must. You must push harder. It's the only way. KARI: Please. KARI: It's working! DOCTOR: That's it! GARM: Have I served you well? DOCTOR: Indeed you have. GARM: Do something for me. Destroy the box. Set me free. DOCTOR: Rest. You've earned it. Come on. KARI: What now? DOCTOR: Disconnect the control lines to the engines. DOCTOR: Look, whoever you are, we haven't got time for VALGARD: Silence. Move. DOCTOR: You're taking a very narrow view of all this. NYSSA: It's the Doctor. VALGARD: I want to stay alive. If that's a narrow view, then you're right. DOCTOR: You're quite happy to see things go on as they are. VALGARD: Happy? This is Terminus. No one's happy here. Staying alive is all that counts. DOCTOR: Things could change. NYSSA: Over here! OLVIR: Here! KARI: Freeze! DOCTOR: Nyssa, I've been so worried. NYSSA: I'm fine. Doctor, I've made a fantastic discovery. The cure for Lazar disease works. DOCTOR: How do you know? NYSSA: Because I've been cured myself. OLVIR: It seems I was wrong. NYSSA: The system is far from safe. DOCTOR: Well, you think it could be? NYSSA: With the Garm's help, yes. It's only his lack of free will which has prevented him from doing anything about it. DOCTOR: Well, he has it now. VALGARD: She's sick. She doesn't know what she's talking about. NYSSA: With changes, Terminus could work, become a proper hospital. VALGARD: The Company isn't interested. NYSSA: Are you, though? And the other Vanir? VALGARD: Even if we were, it's not possible without Hydromel, and it's the Company who control that. NYSSA: But if you had an endless supply of it, you'd be free of their control, wouldn't you? BOR: Am I d*ad yet? SIGURD: No. BOR: Oh, funny, I could have sworn that. But still, it's a relief. I am hoping for something rather better on the other side. Sigurd SIGURD: Try to sleep. BOR: Sleep? It's all I can do to keep awake for more than a minute. SIGURD: Valgard! VALGARD: Shush. I've got some people with me. SIGURD: What's going on? VALGARD: Come in. DOCTOR: Where is it? VALGARD: Here. SIGURD: Now wait a minute. VALGARD: They say they can free us from the Company. SIGURD: You believe that? VALGARD: You know anybody harder to convince? DOCTOR: It's locked. Olvir, may I borrow your laser? SIGURD: Now if this is just some madcap scheme for getting back at Eirak, then you've got another thing coming. VALGARD: Wait. DOCTOR: You're the expert, what do you think? DOCTOR: Look, er, while we're sorting things out here, perhaps you'd be so good as to cut the control lines to the engines. I'd hate anyone to start the sequence manually. KARI: Of course. Come on. NYSSA: It's crude stuff, probably organic. DOCTOR: Think you can synthesise it? NYSSA: I might even improve on it. SIGURD: Well, how's this supposed to free us from the Company? NYSSA: Terminus Incorporated only control you because they supply you with Hydromel, but if you produced your own VALGARD: Here on Terminus. SIGURD: Is it possible? NYSSA: Of course. SIGURD: But the Company would send troops. They'd destroy us. NYSSA: With the current reputation Lazar disease has, would any sane soldier come here? VALGARD: Of course they wouldn't. SIGURD: I suppose not. NYSSA: Then help. SIGURD: All right. Why not? BOR: Oh, Sigurd. SIGURD: I'm with you. OLVIR: Are you sure these are the right cables? KARI: According to the Doctor. OLVIR: It's what you said about this ship. I'd hate to end the universe by mistake. KARI: Give me the g*n. OLVIR: No, no, I'll, I'll do it. Just wanted to be certain. EIRAK: I want it found. Without the signal box we've got no control over the Garm. VALGARD: Pleased to see me? I want you to meet some people. DOCTOR: How do you do? I'm the Doctor, and this is Nyssa. EIRAK: All right, Valgard, what do you think you're doing? VALGARD: I think you owe me something. SIGURD: A small matter of your position here. VALGARD: If I bring back the intruders, your position is mine, remember? There he is. BOR: We all think it's time for a little chat. DOCTOR: Yes, well, before you start, perhaps one of you could show us the way to the damaged engine. There's still a great deal to be done. KARI: Terminus will never move again. OLVIR: Have you given any thought as to how we're going to get home? KARI: I'm about to. DOCTOR: It'll be good to see the TARDIS again. NYSSA: And Tegan. DOCTOR: Yes, well, it'll be nice to know she's safe. Tegan! TEGAN: Doctor. DOCTOR: What are you doing? TEGAN: I was trying to reach you. Turlough went back to the TARDIS on his own. DOCTOR: I told you not to follow me. NYSSA: Doctor, say you're pleased to see her. DOCTOR: Yes, well, I'm pleased to see her but she shouldn't have followed us. TEGAN: You don't understand. DOCTOR: Yes, well, we'll talk about it later. Valgard? TEGAN: Why does he never listen? NYSSA: He has a great deal to do. TEGAN: There always is. NYSSA: Tegan, I have to tell you something. DOCTOR: Now it's important you inform the authorities about what's been going on here. Make it impossible for Terminus Incorporated to retaliate. For example, you must make contact with the pick-up ship. VALGARD: What ship? DOCTOR: The one that takes the cured Lazars away. Well, the Garm will know all about it. VALGARD: We no longer have any control over him. DOCTOR: Then speak to him, win his confidence. You'll find him very agreeable. TEGAN: Doctor? Doctor, talk to Nyssa. DOCTOR: What is it? NYSSA: I'm not coming with you. DOCTOR: What? NYSSA: There's too much to be done here. TEGAN: Tell her she must. DOCTOR: Well, you can't stay. It isn't safe. Certainly not until the Vanir have sorted out how they're to run Terminus. NYSSA: And with my skills, I can help them. TEGAN: We need you, too. NYSSA: I've enjoyed every moment of my time on the TARDIS, and I'll miss you both, but here I have a chance to put into practice the skills I learnt on Traken. TEGAN: Please, Nyssa. NYSSA: I'm adamant. Please, let us part in good faith. DOCTOR: You do fully understand the commitment you'll be undertaking? NYSSA: Yes. DOCTOR: And that life here will be very hard. NYSSA: I am fully aware of that, but I want to stay. DOCTOR: Then you're a very brave person. I wish you every luck. TEGAN: She'll die here. NYSSA: Not easily, Tegan. Like you, I'm indestructible. GUARDIAN (on scanner): Turlough. Can you hear me? TURLOUGH: What? GUARDIAN (on scanner): The Doctor is returning. TURLOUGH: I feel ill. GUARDIAN (on scanner): This is your last chance, boy. TURLOUGH: What did you do to me? GUARDIAN (on scanner): You will recover. TURLOUGH: I can't go on. k*ll the Doctor yourself. Blame me for it, I don't care. I can't do it. GUARDIAN (on scanner): You have little choice. DOCTOR (OOV.): Turlough? Turlough! GUARDIAN (on scanner): He's coming, boy. This is your last chance. I shall not say that again. k*ll the Doctor!
{"type": "series", "show": "Doctor Who", "episode": "20x16 - Terminus - part 4"}
foreverdreaming
ENLIGHTENMENT BY: BARBARA CLEGG Part One First Air Date: March 1, 1983 Running time: 24:12 TURLOUGH: Check. I said, check. TEGAN: I heard you. TURLOUGH: Come on, then. TEGAN: In a minute. DOCTOR: Ah! TEGAN: What? DOCTOR: Interesting. It isn't a leak. TEGAN: It must be. We're losing power all the time. DOCTOR: No, our power's being tapped somehow. TEGAN: Tapped? What do you mean? DOCTOR: It's just draining away. I don't understand. TURLOUGH: He never does. I'm sure it's something quite simple. TEGAN: You're being very calm about it. TURLOUGH: Your move. WHITE GUARDIAN (OOV.): Move. Move. Move. DOCTOR: I'm sorry, did you say something? TURLOUGH: No. Just that it was Tegan's move. DOCTOR: Oh. Well, er, we'll block the outlet there. For a while we'll just have to run on reduced power. WHITE GUARDIAN (OOV.): Power. Power. Power. TEGAN: What's the matter? DOCTOR: Quiet. I'm trying to listen to something. TEGAN: To what? DOCTOR: I'm not quite sure. It must have been my imagination. TURLOUGH: There is something going on. DOCTOR: That's it! Of course, a message. Turn up the power. TEGAN: Turn it up? We're supposed to be conserving it. DOCTOR: Power. WHITE GUARDIAN: Here. Here. Here. DOCTOR: We must increase energy output. Now, push that lever to full. TEGAN: Are you sure everything's all right? DOCTOR: Of course. Now, keep it at full, whatever happens. TEGAN: If we keep it at full, we'll lose power completely. DOCTOR (OOV.): Can you hear me? TEGAN: I suppose the Doctor must know what he's doing. DOCTOR (OOV.): We're giving you more power. TURLOUGH: You think so? He's out there talking to himself. DOCTOR (OOV.): Where are you? DOCTOR: We're giving you everything we've got. It is you, isn't it? DOCTOR: I can't hear you. WHITE GUARDIAN: Power. At risk. There is extreme danger. I repeat WHITE GUARDIAN (OOV.): Danger. Danger. Danger. DOCTOR: Keep it going! TURLOUGH: He's gone mad. What does he think he's doing? TURLOUGH: We're going to blow! DOCTOR: Go on. WHITE GUARDIAN: Galactic north six degrees nine zero TEGAN (OOV.): Doctor! DOCTOR: Quiet! Keep back. Stay in the console room. Nine zero. WHITE GUARDIAN: Seven, seven. Go immediately. Not allow. DOCTOR: What? Not allow what? WHITE GUARDIAN: Death. Death. Death. BLACK GUARDIAN: You cannot succeed. I control the game, the Doctor's destiny. And soon, he will be d*ad. Bwahahahahaha! TEGAN: What have you done? You've reduced the power! TURLOUGH: We were about to blow up! DOCTOR: Never, ever, disobey my instructions again. TURLOUGH: I thought we were going to be k*lled. DOCTOR: And because of you, many others might die. TEGAN: Who were you talking to? DOCTOR: The White Guardian. TEGAN: The White Guardian? Who's he? DOCTOR: I've no time to explain. I have to sort out these coordinates. TEGAN: Where are we going? DOCTOR: I don't know. I lost contact before I could get more information. TEGAN: Well, what are we supposed to do when we get there? DOCTOR: Prevent something happening, something dangerous. TEGAN: What? You don't know that, either. DOCTOR: No, but when the White Guardian says there's danger, he's invariably right. TEGAN: Now what's happening? DOCTOR: Time override. Locking must have been in the coordinates. We're here. TURLOUGH: The air is breathable. TEGAN: Are you going out there? DOCTOR: Well, I have to find out what's going on. Turlough, get a couple of torches. TEGAN: Make it three. I'm coming with you. DOCTOR: No. I need you here. TEGAN: Why does it have to be me? DOCTOR: The White Guardian may try and make contact again. TURLOUGH: Er, I'll stay, if you like. DOCTOR: No, I need someone I can rely on. It's important. TEGAN: Someone who doesn't run away. TURLOUGH: I explained what happened on Terminus. DOCTOR: Save the arguing until later. TEGAN: What do I have to do? DOCTOR: Operate this lever. His power's badly depleted. He's having to draw on ours to get through at all. TEGAN: The power drain is the White Guardian? DOCTOR: Yes, exactly. TEGAN: Well, what did he say? DOCTOR: Well, apart from the coordinates, I could understand very little. TEGAN: Well, shouldn't you wait? He might try to make contact again. DOCTOR: No, there may not be time. TEGAN: But anything could be out there. DOCTOR: Yes, and going out is the only way to learn what it is. DOCTOR: Are you ready? TEGAN: Well, what if the White Guardian tells me something important? DOCTOR: Thank him politely. Won't be long. TEGAN: Good luck. TURLOUGH: Wood. We're in a building. DOCTOR: Listen. Rats. TURLOUGH: A warehouse? Do you feel that? Can't you feel it? The ground's moving. DOCTOR: I don't think so. Look at this. TURLOUGH: A piece of rope. DOCTOR: Really? Look again. TURLOUGH: Tar. DOCTOR: We're on a ship. A sailing ship. The hold, probably. TURLOUGH: I thought there was supposed to be great danger? DOCTOR: I didn't know you were so keen to find it. Down. TURLOUGH: What was all that about? DOCTOR: Checking the stores. TURLOUGH: Did you see the expression on his face? DOCTOR: Yes, almost as though he were hypnotised. Still, at least he didn't find the TARDIS. Come on. TEGAN: White Guardian. WHITE GUARDIAN: More. More. More. TEGAN: Come on, where are you? WHITE GUARDIAN: You. You. You. TEGAN: Please hurry. Your demand for energy is causing an overload. Quickly, the message. WHITE GUARDIAN: Must not win. Tell the Doctor. Winner takes all. All. All. TEGAN: Who are you? The White Guardian? TEGAN: Who are you? TEGAN: Oh, no. TURLOUGH: d*ad end? DOCTOR: No, it's a door. DOCTOR: You ready? DOCTOR: How do you do? TEGAN: Where are you? Are you hurt? DOCTOR: Not bad. TURLOUGH: Are you insane? Let's get out of here. DOCTOR: Gently, Turlough. This one will do for me, you can take that one. TURLOUGH: What do you think you're doing? DOCTOR: Behaving as if we've just joined the crew. Edwardian England. TURLOUGH: Oh, no, we're on Earth again. DOCTOR: So it seems. DOCTOR: First British submarine launched. TURLOUGH: Why don't they say something? DOCTOR: They're sizing us up. Fo'c'sle's fairly cramped. It's important to know who you're sharing it with. After all, we could be cooped up here together for months. TURLOUGH: You're not serious. DOCTOR: Only if we're both here for the trip. TURLOUGH: Look, shouldn't we get back to the TARDIS while there's still a chance? DOCTOR: No, I must find out why the White Guardian wanted me to come here. TURLOUGH: It was a mistake. They may be a rough lot, but they hardly thr*at the peace and harmony of the universe, do they? DOCTOR: We stay. TEGAN: Where are you? JACKSON: Got your bunk sorted out, have you? DOCTOR: Yes, thanks. JACKSON: Jackson's the name. DOCTOR: Ah. Turlough, and I'm the Doctor. JACKSON: Oh you are, are you? Well, it's about time. Hey, he's here, lads. The Doctor's aboard. COLLIER: Thank God for that. DOCTOR: You've been expecting me? JACKSON: More than expecting you, slush, we've been waiting for you. Where you been, eh? I mean, we've been living on nothing but hard tack since we come aboard, haven't we, lads? ALL: Yeah, right. JACKSON: Get us some proper food, that's what we want. COLLIER: Yeah, none of your stinky greasy messes, either. ALL: Right. JACKSON: Not like that last cook we had, eh? DOCTOR: The doctor. Of course, the ship's cook. TEGAN: Hello. MARRINER: Fascinating. TEGAN: What? MARRINER: Who are you? A stowaway? TEGAN: No, I can explain. MARRINER: Yes, you're a stowaway and I shall put you in irons. MARRINER: Where are you? Where are you? DOCTOR: Er, may I? JACKSON: Yeah, yeah. I'm tired of reading it. Yeah, you can have it. It's two days old, though. MAN: How's the world up top? DOCTOR: Have you been below decks for two days? JACKSON: Yeah, we've been battened under hatches since we come aboard, haven't we lads, eh? ALL: Yeah. MARRINER: Where are you? JACKSON: Here, meet the lads. Farley, Wade, Jenkins, Grogan, and that one's Collier. DOCTOR: How do you do? Did you all come aboard at the same time? COLLIER: Dunno. Can't remember. Why'd you ask? DOCTOR: Curious. COLLIER: Truth of the matter is, we don't rightly remember. Probably drank too much. DOCTOR: Celebrating your last night ashore. COLLIER: Yeah, but he don't drink. JACKSON: No, I signed a pledge. Ain't touched a drop since, but I don't remember nothing neither. DOCTOR: And you're quite sure not one of you can remember coming aboard? COLLIER: No. It's blank. The whole thing, blank. MARRINER: Allow me. TEGAN: That isn't possible. Who are you? DOCTOR: Surely, surely you must find it rather strange that none of you can recall signing on? COLLIER: Oh, we remember that all right. JACKSON: Oh yeah, I mean, we signed on aboard, didn't we, lads? COLLIER: Yeah. And we got a month's wages in advance. Not likely to forget that, now, would we? JACKSON: Now that's one thing I'll say for the Captain. I mean, he certainly ain't mean. COLLIER: Yeah, but he stands to make a packet, I dare say, if we win. JACKSON: And we will. TURLOUGH: Win what? JACKSON: The race, lad. The race. MARRINER: Why are you frightened? TEGAN: Isn't it obvious? MARRINER: I'm not going to hurt you. I want to please you. Would you like me to find your friends for you? TEGAN: What friends? MARRINER: The two you're looking for. TEGAN: Where are they? What have you done with them? MARRINER: Nothing. I haven't met them yet. I could take you to them, if that's what you'd like. TEGAN: Yes, that's what I'd like. MARRINER: This way. Please? You won't try to run away again, will you? Please? You see, I find you fascinating. Quite fascinating. COLLIER: Ah, that was a race, now. Regular flier she was, the old America. TURLOUGH: A flier? COLLIER: Yeah. Crossed the Atlantic in seventeen days, she did. TURLOUGH: Huh. Hardly a flying ship. COLLIER: Slim bows. JACKSON: No, no. You give me a ship that's bluff in the bow and narrow in the stern. COLLIER: Oh, yeah. Or a woman, cod head and mackerel tail. JACKSON: None of your flying ships. What, you been at the bottle, have you, lad? Little bit of Dutch courage, eh? Now that's no good for a green hand. GROGAN: That's right. JACKSON: And it's no good for us older hands either. Now, you've got to keep a clear head if you're going up there. COLLIER: Yeah, and strong arms. Otherwise you're down on the deck from the height of the crosstree, splat. JACKSON: Keep hold of those shrouds and make certain you get the lifeline under your feet. You use your eyes and check that rigging before you go up there. COLLIER: Here, know why a pig can never become a sailor? Cos he can't look aloft! JACKSON: Looks like you're wanted. DOCTOR: You know where the TARDIS is if things get difficult. TURLOUGH: Where have they taken him? COLLIER: Poop quarters. JACKSON: Yeah, the first mate will want to see him, I dare say. COLLIER: Maybe the Captain, even. JACKSON: Living like lords they are, back there. Every luxury. COLLIER: Yeah, while we have to make do with salt, junk and hard tack. TURLOUGH: He'll be all right? JACKSON: Who can tell? TEGAN: Doctor. DOCTOR: What are you doing here? TEGAN: Don't ask. I was so stupid. DOCTOR: You're unharmed? Did the White Guardian make contact again? TEGAN: It was very confused. DOCTOR: Well, tell me everything you can remember. TEGAN: Well, he was insistent somebody or something must not win the race. Tell the Doctor, he said, winner takes all. DOCTOR: Well, is that it? TEGAN: The console blew up. It's not much help, is it. DOCTOR: Well, you did your best. TEGAN: The message doesn't make sense, winner takes all. DOCTOR: It may do, especially as we're on a racing yacht. TEGAN: How do you know? DOCTOR: We've been talking to the crew. TEGAN: I hope they're not as peculiar as the officers. TEGAN: The one I've met's very strange. STRIKER: Welcome aboard. Delighted you could join us. Captain Striker at your service. DOCTOR: How do you do? I'm the STRIKER: The Doctor and Miss Tegan. Allow me to present my fellow officers. JACKSON: Ah, they're a funny lot, if you ask me. COLLIER: The afterguard always are. TURLOUGH: What do you mean, a funny lot. JACKSON: Well, they keep themselves to themselves. COLLIER: Nobody's hardly set eyes on the Captain yet, not even the bo'sun. JACKSON: Nah, he's right. Takes most of his orders from the first mate. COLLIER: It was the first mate when we signed on, remember? TURLOUGH: Did he say where the ship's going? COLLIER: I don't remember. JACKSON: We're here for the race. I mean, that's all that matters. TURLOUGH: Yes, but where are we racing to? Where's the finish? JACKSON: We'll find out soon enough. There she blows. That's what we've been waiting for. The wind's beginning to freshen. DOCTOR: Please. TEGAN: I hope it's not going to be too rough. I'm not a very good sailor. DOCTOR: Oh, brave heart, Tegan. TEGAN: It's not my heart I'm worried about, Doctor. STRIKER: There is no cause for concern, Miss Tegan. We have the perfect antidote for mal de mer. TEGAN: Thank you. MARRINER: Breaking out the rum ration, sir. STRIKER: Good. Well, here's to an eventful passage, gentlemen, and a stormy one. My first mate Mister Marriner. You've met, I believe, Miss Tegan. The Doctor. Mister Marriner is my right hand man. He deals with the crew. Everything in order? MARRINER: Yes, sir. They're being prepared. STRIKER: Good. I must apologise for this rather abrupt end to dinner. Look out for the lady. MARRINER: Sir. MARRINER: Allow me. TEGAN: Where are we going? MARRINER: The wheelhouse. TEGAN: Doctor? COLLIER: See you later, lad. TURLOUGH: What's going on? COLLIER: That's grog ration. JACKSON: Good lad. You're taking my advice, I see. TURLOUGH: What do you mean? JACKSON: Well, keeping a clear head. Now don't you worry, I'll look after you. Are you all right, then? TURLOUGH: Where to? JACKSON: Up aloft. Come on. JACKSON: Come on, lad. TURLOUGH: I'll catch you up. DOCTOR: You're not going with them? TURLOUGH: No, thanks. They're going aloft. The rigging's no place for a coward like me. DOCTOR: Hmm. TURLOUGH: Now where? DOCTOR: To find Tegan, if your courage is up to it. She's on the way to the wheelhouse. Don't ask me why she left the TARDIS. Did you manage to find out anything about the race? TURLOUGH: Well, the crew don't know anything. Can't we go back to the TARDIS? DOCTOR: Yes, when we've found Tegan. TEGAN: What was that? MARRINER: One of the crew going aloft. It sometimes affects them that way, especially when it's the first time. TEGAN: First time? You mean you send completely inexperienced crewmen aloft in a race? MARRINER: They soon get used to it. TEGAN: Now wait a minute. Wetsuits? What are wetsuits doing on an Edwardian sailing ship? MARRINER: This way. TEGAN: It's dark outside. MARRINER: Isn't it always dark? TEGAN: It's just that I expected it to be daylight. STRIKER: Mister Mate? MARRINER: Excuse me. Sir. DOCTOR: Are you all right? TEGAN: Of course. Did you see what was in one of the companion ways? TURLOUGH: What? TEGAN: Underwater gear, like scuba divers wear. DOCTOR: Maybe this'll tell us where we are. TURLOUGH: Well, it doesn't make a lot of sense. TEGAN: It looks like the position of marker buoys. DOCTOR: Oh, they're considerably more than that. STRIKER: Mister Mate, we will look at our competitors, please. MARRINER: Aye, aye, sir. TEGAN: Electronics. On an Edwardian racing yacht. DOCTOR: Look at the screen. We're not on a yacht, we're on a ship. A spaceship.
{"type": "series", "show": "Doctor Who", "episode": "20x17 - Enlightenment - part 1"}
foreverdreaming
ENLIGHTENMENT BY: BARBARA CLEGG Part Two First Air Date: March 2, 1983 Running time: 24:23 DOCTOR: Remarkable, though I think they have their maritime history slightly confused. TURLOUGH: But why waste such skill? What are they trying to achieve? TEGAN: It's like a game. TURLOUGH: The crew are real enough. DOCTOR: Yes. What about the officers? TURLOUGH: Androids? DOCTOR: No, no, it's much more complicated than that. Tegan? TEGAN: I feel terrible. I think I'm seasick. STRIKER: Mister Mate. MARRINER: Sir. Allow me to escort you to your cabin. TEGAN: Have to hurry. DOCTOR: Oh, nonsense, Tegan. The ship's hardly moving. TEGAN: For you, maybe. DOCTOR: Now wait a minute. TURLOUGH: She'll be all right. Whatever else is gong on here, no one's thr*at us. DOCTOR: Yet. MARRINER: I've arranged somewhere for you to rest. STRIKER: Check our exact position. We're about to round our next planet, gentlemen. TURLOUGH: Planet? DOCTOR: Look at the chart. TURLOUGH: Remarkable. These are planets. DOCTOR: If you look closely enough, you'll see it's a solar system containing Earth. TURLOUGH: Well, that explains where they got their crew from. DOCTOR: Indeed. Look, leave now. Find where Marriner's taken Tegan. TURLOUGH: And you? DOCTOR: I want to see what else I can find out here. STRIKER: There's no need to whisper, Doctor. You and your companions are free to come and go as you wish. You are our guests, not our prisoners. TEGAN: I want to die. MARRINER: Drink this. TEGAN: What is it? MARRINER: A mixture. TEGAN: Rum? MARRINER: Drink it. TEGAN: No, thanks. MARRINER: It'll make you feel much better. TEGAN: Really? Then drink it yourself. MARRINER: It's quite safe. MARRINER: Drink it. It'll make you feel much better. TURLOUGH: Where does this lead? OFFICER: The deck. The crew are busy at the moment. You would only be in the way up there. TURLOUGH: What are they doing? OFFICER: Hauling on the halyards. TURLOUGH: Halyards? On a spaceship? OFFICER: We observe the spirit as well as the rules of the race. You'll find the cabin of the person you seek off the starboard side. TURLOUGH: Thank you. MARRINER: Now you must rest. MARRINER: And I must return to duty. TEGAN: That was a marvellous drink. MARRINER: We shall be rounding the next marker buoy soon. TEGAN: Marker buoy. DOCTOR: Venus. STRIKER: Our first obstacle. DOCTOR: What are you proposing to do? STRIKER: You will see. STRIKER: Our next major obstacle is the Greek. STRIKER: I intend to win this race, and Critas the Greek is the only captain who could possibly b*at me. DOCTOR: All the period detail is impressively accurate. STRIKER: There is no point to the race if it isn't. DOCTOR: Everything except that jewel. DOCTOR: That isn't contemporary. Seventeenth century Spanish, isn't it? STRIKER: You're very observant. DOCTOR: The only think out of period. Why? STRIKER: When you meet, perhaps you would like to ask him. TURLOUGH: Tegan? Tegan! TEGAN: Hello? TURLOUGH: Are you all right? TEGAN: Of course. TURLOUGH: Are you sure? TEGAN: I feel marvellous. TURLOUGH: You're not space-sick any more? TEGAN: Not at all. TURLOUGH: This must be what they give the crew. Well, it doesn't seem to do them any harm. TEGAN: I'm pleased to hear it. What a jumble this room is. TURLOUGH: Although some of it seems quite familiar. TEGAN: It's a weird mix of my room on the TARDIS and my bedroom in Brisbane. TURLOUGH: I'm beginning to find this ship very strange. TEGAN: Aunt Vanessa. I don't believe it. It's as though somebody's been rummaging around in my memories. TURLOUGH: Perhaps they have. Come on, let's go and find the Doctor. DOCTOR: Why are you doing this? STRIKER: The race? As a diversion. DOCTOR: And the crews for the ships, you collected from their different time zones just as a diversion, too? STRIKER: They are Ephemerals. DOCTOR: Ephemerals? STRIKER: Beings like yourself. DOCTOR: You had no right to do it. They're real. Living, breathing flesh and blood. STRIKER: You are not an Ephemeral. You are a time dweller. You travel in time. DOCTOR: You're reading my thoughts. STRIKER: You are a Time Lord. A lord of time. Are there lords in such a small domain? DOCTOR: And where do you function? STRIKER: Eternity. SAILOR: Marker buoy, sir, coming up on the starboard bow. STRIKER: The endless wastes of eternity. TEGAN: What's happening? Are those men going up into the rigging? TURLOUGH: They must be. TEGAN: But it's madness. This ship can't possibly function like a real sailing ship. TURLOUGH: Never heard of solar winds? TEGAN: Yeah. TURLOUGH: Well, they exist for real and produce more than enough energy to propel a ship like this. TEGAN: I don't understand it. These men are from early twentieth century Earth. How can they accept pressurised suits without question? JACKSON: Turlough, come here. TURLOUGH: Perhaps not all of them do. Wait here. JACKSON: Yeah, now look, they're mad, the whole lot of them. I think it's the demon drink. TURLOUGH: No. JACKSON: But it is, it's got to be. I mean, they've had me at it up there. I thought I was sailing in space, going round the stars and I ain't touched a drop. I tell you, they must be putting it in the drinking water and all. Now look, I've got this key. TURLOUGH: To what? JACKSON: It's the key to the rum locker. Look, I've got to go, but you've got to stand by me, lad, like I've stood by you. We've got to chuck the grog over the side. The boys'd never go aloft without it. TURLOUGH: No, they wouldn't, would they. STRIKER: Stand by to shorten sail. MARRINER: Get them aloft, bo'sun. Stand by to shorten sail. STRIKER: A point and a half to starboard, helmsman. DOCTOR: What are you doing? STRIKER: Hold her on course. We'll cut it as fine as we can. DOCTOR: Do you think that wise? We're coming in too fast. STRIKER: Man the topsail. MARRINER: Man the topsail. DOCTOR: Come about or you'll crash. STRIKER: Certainly not. Hold her on course, helmsman. MARRINER: Get those men aloft. Man the topsail. Stand by to lower the jib. Get those men aloft! JACKSON: No, I won't. I don't want that. I don't drink. I've signed the pledge. Look, I'm not drinking it! I'm not! No, I'm not going back up there, either. You can't send me back. Turlough, you'd better help me. You said you would help me. JACKSON: It's in the drink! It's in the drink! TURLOUGH: I think it's time we weren't here. Come on, let's go and find the Doctor. STRIKER: Hold her on course, man. What are we down to, Mister Mate? MARRINER: Staysail, inner jib and mainsail. If we strip her any more, she won't steer. DOCTOR: Heave to. STRIKER: And lose our chance of being first round? Never! This is the sort of excitement that makes eternity bearable. TEGAN: What's happening? DOCTOR: We're running before the wind. TEGAN: How? DOCTOR: It's some sort of ion drive. It comes to the same thing. TURLOUGH: We're going to h*t! STRIKER: Get back to the wheel, helmsman. HELMSMAN: Aye, aye, sir. MARRINER: A close shave, Captain. STRIKER: They'll never catch us now. TURLOUGH: We must have entered the gravitational pull of the planet. Why didn't we crash? DOCTOR: Well, we had a lot of luck. TEGAN: Luck? We could have been k*lled. MARRINER: But worth risking to win. STRIKER: We are determined to be first. DOCTOR: And winner takes all. MARRINER: Of course. STRIKER: Let us see who is next around the marker, Mister Marriner. MARRINER: Sir. STRIKER: Critas and the Buccaneer. MARRINER: Neck and neck. TEGAN: Doctor, this is madness. DOCTOR: We must stay with it. Remember what the White Guardian said, winner takes all. It has to be the winner of this race. TEGAN: No! STRIKER: Gravitational pull, would you say? MARRINER: He cut it a bit too fine. STRIKER: Bad luck, really. TEGAN: Is that all you can say? A ship and its crew has just been destroyed. DOCTOR: They're not interested, Tegan. STRIKER: We have a clear lead, gentlemen, and I intend to keep it. Mister Marriner, issue the crew with an extra ration of rum with the Captain's compliments. MARRINER: Aye, aye, sir. TURLOUGH: I've never seen a ship break up like that. Was it gravitational pull? DOCTOR: No. TEGAN: What? DOCTOR: You saw the way the ship was manoeuvred around Venus. These vessels are built to withstand enormous stress. TEGAN: Sabotage. DOCTOR: Or it was sh*t down. It seems this race is getting serious. Someone is prepared to k*ll in order to win. TEGAN: But what, what's the prize? DOCTOR: That we must find out. I think it's time we had a conference. TEGAN: You don't think DOCTOR: Not here, Tegan, your cabin. I'll meet you there in a moment. TEGAN: What was all that about? TURLOUGH: You've forgotten your room? Some of them can mind-read. We've got to be very careful. TEGAN: This is turning into a nightmare. TURLOUGH: Hmm. Come on. MARRINER: Allow me to escort you. TEGAN: No, thanks. STRIKER: No one on this ship is responsible for the destruction of the Greek. DOCTOR: Then who did it? STRIKER: I don't know. Although sabotage is not against the rules of the race, it is simply less diverting. DOCTOR: Oh, it spoils the fun, you mean. What is against the rules? STRIKER: To go beyond. We must remain within those limits we have chosen for ourselves. DOCTOR: You chose this ship. STRIKER: Yes. DOCTOR: And the crew? STRIKER: They were selected from the relevant period of Earth history. DOCTOR: But why? I mean, it's not just to sail the ships, is it. No, of course not. You need their minds, human minds. STRIKER: Human? DOCTOR: Ephemeral, then. From any planet, any galaxy, any time. The minds of living beings. You depend on them. STRIKER: We are Eternals. You presume to think we depend upon the Ephemeral mind with all our power, our technology? DOCTOR: And I wonder where you got it from, all your technology. Mind you, if you can pick Earth beings from nineteenth century England, from the Athens of Pericles, from the Ch'in dynasty, I suppose you can just as easily pick the minds of more advanced beings from other galaxies. STRIKER: Correct. DOCTOR: Parasites! That's what Eternals are. You feed on living minds, you use them as blueprints. STRIKER: As diversions. DOCTOR: Oh, absolutely. I do see what you mean. Living minds are contaminated with crude emotions, organic, irrational, creative, entertaining. STRIKER: It is true that Ephemerals, dwellers in time, do have a certain entertainment value. DOCTOR: You talk as though they were toys. STRIKER: To me, they are. DOCTOR: Then why is one of you taking this race so seriously? STRIKER: Where are you going? DOCTOR: You don't know? STRIKER: To Miss Tegan's cabin. DOCTOR: You didn't know, though, just for a second. Interesting. TURLOUGH: Can you hear? I need your help. Can you hear me? TEGAN: Go away. Stop following me. MARRINER: Why are you angry with me? TEGAN: Angry? I'm not angry, I'm disgusted. A ship blows up, all aboard are lost, and you don't even care. MARRINER: You don't understand. They were not lost. They transferred. TEGAN: They were saved? MARRINER: They transferred home. TEGAN: The whole crew? No, you don't mean the crew at all, do you. You mean the officers. Things like you, whatever you are. What happened to the crew? Were they all k*lled? MARRINER: But Ephemerals have such short lives in any case. TEGAN: Human beings, you mean. MARRINER: Whatever you wish to call them. And on this ship at least, they are treated well. TEGAN: Well? I happen to think that human lives are just as valuable as yours. I happen to be a human being. MARRINER: But you're different. MARRINER: You're not like any Ephemeral I've met before. TURLOUGH: You must answer. I need your help. What's going on here? BLACK GUARDIAN: You are pathetic. BLACK GUARDIAN: I have watched your progress. You had many opportunities to destroy the Doctor. TURLOUGH: I can't k*ll him. BLACK GUARDIAN: Then I condemn you to everlasting life. You will never leave this ship. TEGAN: Go away. DOCTOR (OOV.): It's me. DOCTOR: What's the matter? TEGAN: This. This room. DOCTOR: Yes, well, they can make anything they see in your mind. That's how this ship was made, out of the minds of the crew. Just as this room was. TEGAN: Shows the state my mind's in. DOCTOR: Hmm. TEGAN: Are they like Time Lords? DOCTOR: Oh, no, no, they exist outside of time. TEGAN: How? DOCTOR: They're eternal. They exist in eternity. It's er, it's not really what you'd call living. TEGAN: So what makes them tick? DOCTOR: We do. Their minds are empty, used up. They need ideas from us. They're desperate for them. TEGAN: We've got to get away from here. DOCTOR: Yes, not till I find out what's at the end of the race. TEGAN: I must go back to the TARDIS. I can't cope with Marriner. DOCTOR: I do understand how you feel, but I must ask you to stay. The TARDIS is the last thing I want them to find out about. STRIKER: TARDIS? TEGAN: Could they do anything to the TARDIS? DOCTOR: Well, I wouldn't like to risk it. They do have enormous power. TEGAN: What do we do? DOCTOR: Try to distract them, give them something to worry about. Even an Eternal can't put his mind to too many things at once. Come on. TEGAN: I won't be able to do that. Please, take me back to the TARDIS. DOCTOR: All right. Where's Turlough? TEGAN: I don't know. STRIKER: Now. MARRINER: Aye, aye, sir. TEGAN: I won't be happy until I'm back in that console room again. DOCTOR: Turlough! DOCTOR: What happened? TURLOUGH: I fell. TEGAN: Are you sure? What are those marks? DOCTOR: Are you all right? TURLOUGH: I think so. DOCTOR: Come on. We're taking Tegan back to the TARDIS. DOCTOR: Turlough, you wait here. TURLOUGH: Doctor, can't we all leave? They may not have harmed us, but the atmosphere on this ship is evil. TEGAN: He's right. DOCTOR: Is he? You can both wait for me in the TARDIS. DOCTOR: Over here. TEGAN: Where is it? DOCTOR: Well, it was here. TURLOUGH: Oh, no. It can't have just disappeared. DOCTOR: They've found out about the TARDIS. OFFICER: You're right. Take the woman to Mister Marriner. TEGAN: No! OFFICER: Please, Doctor, resistance is futile. We mean her no harm. DOCTOR: What have you done with the TARDIS? OFFICER: You'll find out. Lead the way. MARRINER: I'm sorry you wanted to leave. Please, put one on. TEGAN: No. MARRINER: There's so much I wish to show you. TEGAN: I'm not putting that suit on. MARRINER: Please. The sooner you do, the sooner you'll be reunited with your friends. DOCTOR: I underestimated you. STRIKER: You helped me. Such was your concern, I could recall your mind as far away as the cabin. The picture was as clear as if you were standing here. DOCTOR: What picture? STRIKER: Of your ship. The TARDIS, I believe you call her. Adrenaline is a most effective energy boost. Your own fear gave her to us. DOCTOR: Where have you taken STRIKER: Miss Tegan is quite safe. She's on deck. Thank you. STRIKER: Perhaps you would care to join her. TURLOUGH: No! I don't want to go up there. Look, I'll tell you what's going on below decks with the Ephemerals. It's mutiny! I'll give you something STRIKER: Turlough, you have the key to the rum locker which Jackson appropriated. TURLOUGH: You know about that as well. STRIKER: Naturally. Thank you. TURLOUGH: There's no need to look at me like that. They knew about it, you heard, so I didn't give him away. DOCTOR: Will Jackson be punished? STRIKER: For entertaining us? Superior beings do not punish inferiors. DOCTOR: Superior? STRIKER: We use them kindly. Jackson is quite calm again. He realises he is safe, as you will. The suit's merely a precaution. TEGAN: Why have you brought me here? MARRINER: Isn't the sight beautiful? I can see in your mind you find it so. TEGAN: Where's the Doctor? MARRINER: He will be with us in a moment. STRIKER: On deck, you will have an interesting view of our competitors. It may help you to decide which one is the saboteur. DOCTOR: What are you competing for? I mean, the whole point of a race is to win something. What's the prize? STRIKER: Enlightenment. DOCTOR: Enlightenment. STRIKER: The wisdom which knows all things and which will enable me to achieve what I desire most. Do not ask what it is. I will not tell you. MARRINER: It's perfectly all right. You may also remove your helmet. The atmosphere is breathable. It's maintained by an invisible energy barrier. TEGAN: You like giving people shocks, don't you. MARRINER: I wanted to show you I was telling the truth. Now you can trust me. TURLOUGH: Will we ever get off this ship? DOCTOR: Once we've found the TARDIS. BLACK GUARDIAN (OOV.): You are doomed, boy. You are doomed, boy. You are doomed, boy. TURLOUGH: Are you sure, Doctor? We will get off? DOCTOR: Hopefully, Turlough, hopefully. BLACK GUARDIAN (OOV.): You have failed me. You will now see my wrath. Now see my wrath. Now see my wrath. You will live aboard this ship in perpetual torment. TURLOUGH: No! No! TURLOUGH: I will never serve you again! DOCTOR: No!
{"type": "series", "show": "Doctor Who", "episode": "20x18 - Enlightenment - part 2"}
foreverdreaming
ENLIGHTENMENT BY: BARBARA CLEGG Part Three First Air Date: March 8, 1983 Running time: 24:38 DOCTOR: Don't be an idiot. DOCTOR: Man overboard! Man overboard! JACKSON: What's happened? DOCTOR: Man overboard. It's Turlough. JACKSON: Come on, lads, let's try and get a line to him. JACKSON: Wait, the line's not attached. DOCTOR: Come on! TEGAN: Don't just stand there, do something. Stop the ship. Turn back. MARRINER: It would be ridiculous to risk losing the race for an Ephemeral. TEGAN: We can't leave him, he'll die out there. MARRINER: It will be over for him very quickly. His oxygen supply is very small. JACKSON: Look, the Buccaneer. She's putting her sails about. MARRINER: She can't be. DOCTOR: Yes, she's heaving to. DOCTOR: He's safe. Come on. TEGAN: Where are you going? DOCTOR: To talk to Striker. We must get to that ship. JACKSON: You keep on that line, mate. MARRINER: It's surprising of Wrack. TEGAN: To save someone's life? MARRINER: To turn aside from the race. TEGAN: At least Turlough's safe. MARRINER: Is he? Your friend might be better d*ad than with the captain of that ship. MANSELL: Crawl. WRACK: Just what I've been waiting for. WRACK: The balance is perfect. A handsome gift. For Captain Davy with my compliments. MANSELL: A staggering jewel for a rival. WRACK: May it have as great an impact as my present to the Greek. Deliver it. And these. But first, the invitation to Captain Striker. He can't refuse. Not with live bait wriggling on the hook. MARRINER: Your friend is safe. We have received a message. I thought you would like to know. TEGAN: Thank you. Where's the Doctor? MARRINER: The wheelhouse. TEGAN: I must go to him. MARRINER: I hope you'll forgive me for saying so, but I've never experienced such a mind as yours before. TEGAN: And you never will again. MARRINER: I find it such a fascinating place. Full of niches. Life. It fascinates me. What are you doing? TEGAN: Work it out for yourself. MARRINER: You've k*lled your thoughts. You're hiding them from me. TEGAN: And that's the way it will remain until I find out exactly what's going on here. MARRINER: Fascinating. I had no idea Ephemerals could be so entertaining. Perhaps that's why Wrack stopped to pick up your friend. STRIKER: Why did your friend jump? DOCTOR: I don't know, but we must get him back. STRIKER: He's made the choice. DOCTOR: It was an impulse. You know how impulsive the young are. No, I don't suppose you do. MARRINER: We have received an invitation from Captain Wrack. A reception aboard the Buccaneer. STRIKER: And delivered by hand. I'm overwhelmed. MARRINER: You will, of course, decline. STRIKER: Naturally. MARRINER: Then we must detain you no longer. DOCTOR: We could collect Turlough. TEGAN: Can't we go? STRIKER: If you wish. MARRINER: Then I will escort you, with the Captain's permission. I shall convey our acceptance to Captain Wrack. TEGAN: I thought you didn't want to go. MARRINER: I think you might need me. Captain Wrack has strange ideas concerning entertainment. WRACK: Have you ever seen a man flogged to death? Or keelhauled? Very painful. You Ephemerals have such inventive ways of inflicting pain. Tell me, what do you want aboard my ship? TURLOUGH: Why ask? I thought you could all read minds. WRACK: But yours is such a devious one. It's fascinating. I should like to peel it away, layer by layer. Why did you come to me? Was your intention sabotage? No? Then why did you come to my ship? TURLOUGH: Because you're going to win the race. WRACK: Am I? What makes you so sure? TURLOUGH: What others have said. WRACK: Ah, that I'm ruthless. TURLOUGH: Yes. I'm the same. I'm very determined, too. I like to win. WRACK: You please me. TURLOUGH: I also want to learn the secret of your power. WRACK: Power? TURLOUGH: To win. To control. To read minds. WRACK: Then open your mind. Don't resist. Show faith. TURLOUGH: Thank you. MANSELL: Captain. WRACK: Your friends have accepted my invitation. They're concerned. How sweet. DOCTOR: Hurry up, Tegan. TEGAN (OOV.): I'm being as quick as I can. DOCTOR: Well, the launch'll be alongside in a moment. DOCTOR: Hmm. TEGAN: What is it? DOCTOR: We've been h*t. TEGAN: We're under f*re? MARRINER: Quick, follow me. MARRINER: The wheelhouse. DOCTOR: Well, come along, come along. STRIKER: A point and a half to starboard. HELMSMAN: Aye, aye, sir. MARRINER: Jib topsail's gone, sir. STRIKER: Take in more sail. MARRINER: Sir. Take in more sail, bo'sun. Batten down the hatches. DOCTOR: Asteroid storm. TEGAN: They must know how to avoid a collision with all their technology. DOCTOR: Well, they may not choose to use it. Against the rules of the race. TEGAN: We could be splintered to matchwood. MARRINER: Stand by hang the topsail. Find that sailmaker. DOCTOR: I don't think that worries them. MANSELL: Captain. WRACK: What is it? MANSELL: Davy's ship's gaining on us. WRACK: Good. We'll wait till they're alongside. You take the wheel and be prepared to move away from her fast when I activate. You come with me. TURLOUGH: Where? WRACK: You wanted to see how I'm going to win the race. STRIKER: She's well trim now, Mister Mate. MARRINER: Yes, sir. TEGAN: What speed are we doing? DOCTOR: I don't know, but it's increasing. STRIKER: Steady. TEGAN: I hope they know what they're doing. DOCTOR: We're way ahead of the others. This ship can't help winning. TEGAN: Unless we're stopped by an asteroid. MARRINER: Davy's moving up on the Buccaneer, sir. TURLOUGH: What is this place? WRACK: You'll find out. TURLOUGH: What's going on? TEGAN: What's happening? MARRINER: Davy's stealing the wind from the Buccaneer's sails. STRIKER: And he's passing her. STRIKER: Hold her steady. TEGAN: Davy's ship! TURLOUGH: What have you done? WRACK: Improved my chance of winning. MARRINER: Davy's gone. Asteroid direct h*t. Accidents will happen. DOCTOR: Especially to anyone who challenges Captain Wrack and the Buccaneer. MARRINER: What? DOCTOR: Have you forgotten the Greek who challenged Wrack's ship? I wonder if the same thing will happen to us. MARRINER: Yes? Launch alongside, sir. STRIKER: My compliments to Captain Wrack. MARRINER: Shall we go? MANSELL: Your friends will be arriving soon. TURLOUGH: The Doctor? MANSELL: And Miss Tegan and Mister Marriner. TURLOUGH: What do they want? MANSELL: I don't know, sir. Soon you'll be able to ask them yourself. MARRINER: The stateroom is this way. TEGAN: I'm scared, Doctor. MARRINER: You've no need to be. DOCTOR: Fascinating. A complete cross-section. TEGAN: Who are they? DOCTOR: Masters of sail, and if they're not, they're Eternals, like your friend Marriner. To them it's just a game to pass the time. I can't see Turlough. MARRINER: Champagne? TEGAN: Please. MARRINER: Your friend isn't here. DOCTOR: I'd noticed. MARRINER: He isn't far. I can sense his thought patterns. TEGAN: Who's that? MARRINER: Your host, Captain Wrack. TEGAN: She's beautiful. DOCTOR: She's also an Eternal. Tegan. WRACK: The wine doesn't please you? MARRINER: It's excellent. DOCTOR: But we don't have your remarkable constitutions. WRACK: You're too modest, Doctor. You're remarkable in other ways, for an Ephemeral. (to Tegan) And you are so intriguing. My guests are begging to meet you. You'll excuse us? DOCTOR: Of course. MARRINER: Your companion is a very beautiful woman. DOCTOR: Is she? MARRINER: The confusion in her mind is exhilarating. DOCTOR: Is it. Look, I need to find Turlough. Can you still sense his mind? MARRINER: Not clearly. MARRINER: I've found him. He's very faint. DOCTOR: Where is he? Concentrate. MARRINER: He is afraid DOCTOR: That should sharpen the image. MARRINER: Yes. The grid room. Ion chamber. I can see his mind quite clearly. DOCTOR: Where is the Ion chamber? MARRINER: Down. Down as far as you can go. Danger. The boy's in danger. It's open to space. There's a vacuum shield. DOCTOR: Look after Tegan. MARRINER: Yes, of course. TURLOUGH: Help me. Please! BLACK GUARDIAN: I warned you, boy. You have failed me. You will die. TURLOUGH: Please! DOCTOR: Which way? Which way? DOCTOR: Ah. MANSELL: Mister Marriner, my friend. DOCTOR: Has to be the right way. TEGAN: I thought you were taking me to meet someone. WRACK: I was, but they seem to have gone. TEGAN: Shall we return to the party? WRACK: Of course. But first. TEGAN: What. WRACK: Have you heard of time standing still? TEGAN: Oh yes, it's an expression. It means WRACK: Exactly what it says. You will remain frozen in time till I have finished with you, foolish Ephemeral. TURLOUGH: Help me, please. Help me! BLACK GUARDIAN (OOV.): Die, boy. DOCTOR: Turlough? TURLOUGH: Help me. Help me! Help me! Doctor? Doctor, help me! Doctor! TURLOUGH: Doctor! TURLOUGH: The vacuum shield. DOCTOR: I reset it. TURLOUGH: I thought I was going to die, explode in the vacuum of space. DOCTOR: No. What are you doing in here? TURLOUGH: Wrack. She said this place contains the secret of her power. DOCTOR: Did she? Well, it is part of the ion drive system. TURLOUGH: Why can the room be open to space? DOCTOR: Better reception. Interesting. TURLOUGH: What is it? DOCTOR: Wrack also uses this place as a receiver for something quite different. TURLOUGH: What? DOCTOR: Do you know what that is? TURLOUGH: It's an eye. DOCTOR: Only in appearance. It's function is that of a massive amplifier. TURLOUGH: Is that what she used to destroy the other ships? DOCTOR: Yes. TURLOUGH: So that's the secret of her power. DOCTOR: It's only part of it. There's still the question of focus. TURLOUGH: What do you mean? DOCTOR: Well, Wrack only creates the power. She must have something to focus it onto. Now, how do you think she manages that? TURLOUGH: How big would this point of focus have to be? DOCTOR: Oh, no bigger than this. DOCTOR: The clasp. That's why it was out of period. TURLOUGH: What are you talking about? DOCTOR: Critas the Greek. TURLOUGH: The first ship to be destroyed. DOCTOR: Wrack gave him a clasp as a present. She must have done. And then she worked the same trick with Davy. TURLOUGH: She did. A sword. And it had a crystal on the hilt. DOCTOR: Well, that was it. TURLOUGH: Will she try the same thing with Striker? DOCTOR: Well, I can't see him or Marriner accepting anything from Wrack. They don't trust her. TURLOUGH: Luckily for us. DOCTOR: Oh, that won't stop her. She'll find a way. WRACK: Perfect. TURLOUGH: Come along. DOCTOR: Wait a minute. Not until I've worked out some sort of plan. TURLOUGH: Do we have to stay here? DOCTOR: It's safer here. Far less likely to pick up my mind vibrations at this level. TURLOUGH: What do you want to do? DOCTOR: I must find a way of staying on this ship. TURLOUGH: Why? DOCTOR: To stop Wrack winning. TURLOUGH: Let me stay, or don't you trust me yet. DOCTOR: You couldn't cope. These creatures have vast powers. That's why none of them must win. To achieve further power would be a disaster. TURLOUGH: But the other ships. You can't stop all of them. DOCTOR: We can but try. MANSELL: Resist any further, Doctor, and you will regret it. WRACK: Oh, Doctor, you're such a fool. Did you really think your Ephemeral mind could defeat me? You've lost. All that awaits is your ultimate destruction. Bwahahahahahahaha!
{"type": "series", "show": "Doctor Who", "episode": "20x19 - Enlightenment - part 3"}
foreverdreaming
ENLIGHTENMENT BY: BARBARA CLEGG Part Four First Air Date: March 9, 1983 Running time: 24:34 WRACK: Now, where were we? Ah, yes. Have you heard of time standing still? TEGAN: Yes, it's an expression. It means. Why have you brought me here? WRACK: I wanted you to meet someone, but they seem to have gone. TEGAN: I'd like to rejoin the party, too, please. WRACK: As you wish. I too would like to speak to the Doctor. The image of him in your mind is quite intriguing. TEGAN: Can't see him anywhere. WRACK: No, but there's Marriner, longing for your company. TEGAN: Yes. WRACK: Don't let me keep you. MARRINER: I've been looking for you everywhere. TEGAN: Really? MARRINER: I was worried. Where did Wrack take you? TEGAN: The wheelhouse. MARRINER: You're unharmed? TEGAN: Of course. MARRINER: I was concerned for you. TEGAN: Thank you. It was unnecessary. MARRINER: I missed you. I was concerned. I am empty without you. TEGAN: Go away. Please? MARRINER: You are life itself. Without you I am nothing. Don't you understand? TEGAN: What? MARRINER: I am empty. You give me being. I look into your mind and see life, energy, excitement. I want them. I want you. Your thoughts should be my thoughts. Your feelings, my feelings. TEGAN: Wait a minute. Are you trying to tell me you're in love? MARRINER: Love? What is love? I want existence. MANSELL: I found them coming out of the grid room. TURLOUGH: He's a spy. I saw him wandering around and followed him in. MANSELL: Then what were you doing in the grid room? TURLOUGH: I followed him in. MANSELL: Why didn't you summon help? TURLOUGH: From where? When you found me, I was trying to apprehend him myself. WRACK: Spying, Doctor? DOCTOR: Well, I'd hardly call it spying. We were welcomed as guests, given the freedom of the ship. WRACK: And you think freedom extends to a door marked 'Danger'? What shall we do with your friend the spy? TURLOUGH: Get rid of him. WRACK: Ah. How? TURLOUGH: I mean, send him back. Send them all back to Striker. WRACK: And what about you? STRIKER: Check to see if the repair to the sail is complete. HELMSMAN: Aye, aye, sir. TEGAN: All right, all right, don't push. Where's Turlough? MANSELL: You will board the launch now. TEGAN: What about Turlough? DOCTOR: He's staying. TEGAN: You can't let them do that. MANSELL: The launch. Now. TEGAN: You can't let them keep him. DOCTOR: You don't understand. It was his idea. He wanted to stay. Come on. TEGAN: Why? DOCTOR: Wrack mustn't win the race. He's stayed to prevent her. TEGAN: You believe that? DOCTOR: Well, I think he wants to prove himself. At least, I hope so. MANSELL: Move! STRIKER: As soon as Mister Marriner's party's aboard, prepare to get underway. WRACK: Your friends have gone. TURLOUGH: Good riddance. WRACK: Drink? My thanks for detecting the spy, and for choosing to stay with me. But I wonder why? TURLOUGH: I told you, I like to be on the winning side. WRACK: You do? And you want a share of the winnings? TURLOUGH: Yes. WRACK: Even though you're not sure what they are? TURLOUGH: I'm sure the prize is a rich one. WRACK: Oh, it is. Enlightenment. TURLOUGH: In what way? WRACK: In every way. When I have it, I shall no longer depend on Ephemeral minds. Everything conceived in time, from the beginning to the end, will be clear to me. I shall create and destroy as I wish. I'll never be bored again. TURLOUGH: Destroy? WRACK: Enlightenment brings whatever one desires. I desire to be amused. I have a new toy to show you. Come. See how I entertain my guests. TURLOUGH: What are they doing? WRACK: It's the plank. An ingenious Ephemeral idea for disposing of those who stand in one's way. TEGAN: I'm going to change. I've had about enough of this outfit. MARRINER: I too must change and go back to the wheelhouse. We're nearly into the final leg. DOCTOR: Er, I'm going to the wheelhouse. TEGAN: I'll be with you in a minute. TURLOUGH: They just disappear. WRACK: They're out of the race. They're like me. We do not exist in time, therefore there is no moment of time that can see us cease to be. We are Eternals. They'll survive, merely transfer. You Ephemerals are different. You die so easily. Shall we see? One of the crew, perhaps. TURLOUGH: No. WRACK: Shall we join them on deck? TURLOUGH: Why? WRACK: They're waiting for you. TURLOUGH: No. You don't understand. WRACK: I understand perfectly. The Doctor's not the only spy. TURLOUGH: I wasn't spying. WRACK: You forget I can see into an Ephemeral mind, even a murky one such as yours. TURLOUGH: But I'm on your side! I just wanted a share, just some of the prize. WRACK: You wanted it all. Your mind is divided, confused, hard to read sometimes, but one thing is clear in it always. Greed. Take him away. He bores me. TURLOUGH: No, listen! The power outside the Ion chamber. I heard the power that speaks to you. I heard it and I know the voice. He speaks to me as well. I serve him, as I wish to serve you. STRIKER: The Enlighteners, there they are. Gentlemen, we are nearly there. STRIKER: More sail, Mister Mate. Cram on everything she's got. MARRINER: More sail, bo'sun. Cram on everything we've got. TEGAN: What's happening? MARRINER: Empty that sail locker. DOCTOR: The race is nearly over. SAILORS: Heave! Heave! Heave! MARRINER: We're pulling away. STRIKER: We'll show her a clean pair of heels. DOCTOR: Not yet. MARRINER: Look, Captain. DOCTOR: They've hoisted their moonrakers. WRACK: A surprise for Captain Striker. MANSELL: We're gaining on them. WRACK: Good. I want us lying level. You shall serve me too. Come with me. We will go to our Guardian and together we will listen to his voice. STRIKER: Wrack, she's still moving up on us. MARRINER: Those moonrakers are giving her the edge. TEGAN: What are moonrakers? DOCTOR: Pirate sails for speed. With those, they're faster than we are. STRIKER: Hold her steady. TEGAN: They can overtake us? DOCTOR: Yes. MARRINER: Wrack's ship is level, but we're holding her. DOCTOR: They can pass us any time they want. TEGAN: Then why aren't they? DOCTOR: Why indeed? MARRINER: Still holding level. DOCTOR: No! You've got it the wrong way round. She's holding level with us! She's moved in for the k*ll. WRACK: Now, open that door. DOCTOR: I tell you, that's how she was positioned when the Greek ship exploded. She was lying level. And when Davy's ship was destroyed, practically alongside, don't you remember? STRIKER: More sail, Mister Mate. MARRINER: That's everything we've got. DOCTOR: We can't pull away from her. She's got us where she wants us. STRIKER: More sail! MARRINER: More sail, bo'sun! DOCTOR: We must find the focus. TEGAN: What? DOCTOR: She must have done it. She must have got it aboard somehow. Did she give you anything when we were on board her ship? Anything at all? Think! TEGAN: No. DOCTOR: It has to be here somewhere. It has to be. TEGAN: What? DOCTOR: The point of focus. Without it, the power she channels is useless. MARRINER: What power? DOCTOR: The power of darkness. TEGAN: What would the focus look like? DOCTOR: Well, it could be anything. Probably a crystal of some sort. So big, perhaps. Could be part of a jewel, a clasp, the hilt of a sword. TEGAN: Part of a jewel. WRACK: Speak to me. Come to me. BLACK GUARDIAN (OOV.): I am here. DOCTOR: Which way? MARRINER: Along there. TEGAN: It was there, like a ruby, right in the centre of the tiara. MARRINER: So that's why Wrack took you to the wheelhouse. DOCTOR: Come on! BLACK GUARDIAN (OOV.): Focus. Focus. Your mind is a channel through which power will flow. Focus your mind. BLACK GUARDIAN (OOV.): Focus. Focus. Focus. Focus. Focus. BLACK GUARDIAN (OOV.): Focus. Focus. Focus. BLACK GUARDIAN (OOV.): Focus. Focus. Focus. Focus. Focus. Focus. Focus. Focus. Focus. Focus. TEGAN: What is it? What's happening to it? DOCTOR: I can't destroy it. I'm a fool. Its power's multiplying. I have to get rid of it. Help me! TEGAN: Where's he going? MARRINER: The deck. BLACK GUARDIAN (OOV.): Focus. Focus. Focus. BLACK GUARDIAN (OOV.): Focus. Focus. WRACK: Striker's ship still exists! DOCTOR: Just in time. MARRINER: Fascinating. For an Ephemeral to outwit an Eternal. I would have thought it an impossibility. DOCTOR: Impossibility? Not at all. MARRINER: We have control over matter. Had you merely imagined it in space, I could have converted the image into reality without so much effort. TEGAN: Then why didn't you? DOCTOR: Because he didn't think of it. They're far more dependant on us than we are on them. Without us, they're empty nothings. TEGAN: What is it? MARRINER: The wind, it's dying. MANSELL: Captain. WRACK: I know. Striker's ship's still whole. MANSELL: But he's becalmed. The winds have dropped. WRACK: Ah, then I must be content with victory. TURLOUGH: How can you, if there's no wind? WRACK: My sails can catch the slightest whisper of a breeze. The race is ours, and the prize. STRIKER: Bo'sun. Bo'sun! STRIKER: Mister Marriner, victory's in sight and we idle here, sails hanging limp. Get the men aloft! MARRINER: There's no point. There is no wind, Captain. STRIKER: Wrack is pulling away from us. She's going to win! MARRINER: Then we are beaten. DOCTOR: Not quite. Don't forget Turlough's over there. TEGAN: Him? DOCTOR: If I'm to stop Wrack winning, I need my TARDIS. STRIKER: Very well. TEGAN: Where is it? STRIKER: Hidden in the Doctor's mind. MARRINER: Doctor, concentrate. TEGAN: Will the TARDIS still function? The console blew up. DOCTOR: Oh, probably did it the world of good. Come on, no time to waste. MARRINER: Miss Tegan stays with me. DOCTOR: No. MARRINER: She stays or you both stay. STRIKER: Wrack is completely outstripping us! DOCTOR: I'll be back. I hope. STRIKER: She has almost won. DOCTOR: No, wait! The power you're tapping. You think it's under your control? It isn't. It will control you. You don't understand what it is. WRACK: You have no time left. Throw him into the void. DOCTOR: No, Turlough. TEGAN: What's the Doctor doing? TEGAN: What was that? STRIKER: Man overboard. TEGAN: Not the Doctor, it couldn't be. MARRINER: The ship is still moving. STRIKER: And she hasn't even slackened speed. MARRINER: The Doctor has failed. STRIKER: And Wrack has won. MARRINER: The race is over. TEGAN: Is the Doctor d*ad? STRIKER: I don't know. MARRINER: The sparkle has gone from your mind. There are only grey shadows there. I see grief. What is grief? STRIKER: Come. We must cross to Wrack's ship. TEGAN: Why? STRIKER: She has won. We must pay homage. WHITE GUARDIAN: Let the victor receive his prize. You will never destroy the light. BLACK GUARDIAN: Others shall do it for me. WHITE GUARDIAN: Destroy the light and you destroy yourself. Dark cannot exist without knowledge of light. BLACK GUARDIAN: Nor light without dark. Your powers are waning. WHITE GUARDIAN: Others will recharge them for me. BLACK GUARDIAN: These creatures have no knowledge of good or evil. Enlightenment will give them power. They will inv*de time itself. Chaos will come again, and the universe will dissolve. Where is the Captain of this ship? Where is the Captain to receive the prize? DOCTOR: I'm afraid the Captain can't be with us. She met with a rather unfortunate accident. Both the Captain and the First Mate fell overboard. I brought the ship into harbour with some assistance. BLACK GUARDIAN: You lie! DOCTOR: I leave the lies and deception to you. BLACK GUARDIAN: Take care, Doctor. You have not defeated me. You have merely won a minor skirmish. The w*r still goes on. WHITE GUARDIAN: It seems Enlightenment is yours, Doctor. DOCTOR: I'm not ready for it. I don't think anyone is, especially Eternals. TEGAN: Doctor, I thought you DOCTOR: Yes. Not now, Tegan. WHITE GUARDIAN: You're right, Doctor. Let the Eternals return to the place from which they came. MARRINER: No. I want to stay. WHITE GUARDIAN: Back to your echoing void, back to the vastness of eternity. MARRINER: Tegan, help me. TEGAN: I can't. MARRINER: I need you. TEGAN: Doctor? DOCTOR: There's nothing we can do. WHITE GUARDIAN: You were right, Doctor, in judging no one is fit to claim all Enlightenment. I can, however, allocate a share to you, Turlough. TURLOUGH: Me? WHITE GUARDIAN: You assisted in bringing the ship to harbour. TURLOUGH: It's diamond. The size. It could buy a galaxy. I can have that? WHITE GUARDIAN: Yes. BLACK GUARDIAN: I would point out that under our agreement, it is mine. Unless, of course, you wish to surrender something else in its place. The Doctor is in your debt for his life. Give me the Doctor, and you can have this, the TARDIS, whatever you wish. WHITE GUARDIAN: Consider, Turlough. Which will you give him? The Doctor, or this? The choice is yours. TURLOUGH: Here, take it! WHITE GUARDIAN: Light destroys the dark. I think you will find your contract terminated. TURLOUGH: I never wanted the agreement in the first place. DOCTOR: I believe you. TEGAN: You're mad. TURLOUGH: What I've said is true. TEGAN: You believe him because he gave up Enlightenment for your sake. DOCTOR: You're missing the point. Enlightenment was not the diamond. Enlightenment was the choice. WHITE GUARDIAN: Be vigilant, Doctor. Once, you denied him the Key to Time. Now, you have thwarted him again. He will be waiting for the third encounter, and his power does not diminish. TURLOUGH: But the Black Guardian is destroyed. WHITE GUARDIAN: While I exist, he exists also, until we are no longer needed. TEGAN: Let's get away from here. DOCTOR: Anywhere in particular? TURLOUGH: Yes. My planet. My home. DOCTOR: Why not?
{"type": "series", "show": "Doctor Who", "episode": "20x20 - Enlightenment - part 4"}
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THE KING'S DEMONS BY: TERENCE DUDLEY Part One First Air Date: 15 March 1983 Running time: 24:48 JOHN: Enough! JOHN: This is a poor welcome, my lord. RANULF: But sire JOHN: Hear us. We have come to ask but a pittance. Three marks per knight's fee. You obstruct the Crusade, my lord, with your parsimony. RANULF: But your Majesty already has my whole fortune willingly given but six month's since. There is no more. My coffers are empty. JOHN: Your words are more generous than your purse, Lord Ranulf. If you speak truth, if we have your whole fortune, you insult us. GILLES: You insult the King. RANULF: Your Majesty, I GILLES: You insult the King. GILLES: Are you so craven? HUGH: My father is of ill-health, Sir Gilles. ISABELLA: Hugh! HUGH: I pick up your gage. RANULF: I beg your Majesty. Take my lands, my goods, my chattels, even the robes I stand in, but spare me my surviving son. HUGH: Father, do not dishonour me. RANULF: My son, your Majesty. JOHN: We shall see, my lord, if your fealty is as slender as your fortune. Your son shall meet our champion on the morrow. We shall retire and dream sweet dreams. We bid you goodnight. RANULF: Goodnight, sire. SOLDIER: Make way for the King. JOHN: Ah, friends, friends, calm yourselves. There's no cause for alarm. TURLOUGH: Planet Earth. DOCTOR: So it seems. TURLOUGH: You didn't set the coordinates for here by any chance? DOCTOR: No. TEGAN: When is it? DOCTOR: March the fourth, 1215. TEGAN: Is it England? DOCTOR: Yes, it is. TEGAN: Could this be a Black Guardian trap? DOCTOR: I don't think so, but something certainly isn't right. TEGAN: You're not going out there? DOCTOR: Just for a moment. TEGAN: That man looks distinctly unfriendly. DOCTOR: So he does. GILLES: My liege, I have no need of aid from Lucifer. DOCTOR: Lucifer? TEGAN: Is that the King? DOCTOR: Without a doubt. JOHN: Damn you cringing caitiffs. We tell you there's naught to fear. Do our demons come to visit us? Bid them attend us. DOCTOR: Demons? Very odd indeed. TEGAN: Makes a nice change for you not to take everything in your stride, I must say. DOCTOR: Must you? TEGAN: Too right. DOCTOR: He even seems pleased to see us. A king welcoming demons. TEGAN: Which king? DOCTOR: Oh, Tegan. 1215? King John, of course. TEGAN: The one who lost something in the Wash? DOCTOR: Well, you could put it like that. This particular shirt turned out to be the Crown Jewels, but that's next year. We're still three months away from Magna Carta. JOHN: Welcome, our demons. Name yourselves. Can this be Lilith? DOCTOR: Her name is Tegan, your Majesty. This is Turlough, and I am the Doctor. We are not demons. JOHN: You're too modest, Lord Doctor. Come, rejoice with us in a trial by combat. Come, make way for our demons. Let them be seated by us. RANULF: Sire! DOCTOR: Your Majesty, if I may make so bold. JOHN: Hold! Lord Doctor? DOCTOR: If this is trial by combat, your Majesty, there's clearly a victor and a vanquished. Must blood be shed? JOHN: We take your counsel, O demon. Spare him. HUGH: Come, sir, despatch. HUGH: I am dishonoured. DOCTOR: You are alive, my friend. HUGH: No friend to you. RANULF: Heed him not, whoever you are. I am grateful. You are welcome at Fitzwilliam Castle. DOCTOR: Thank you. RANULF: Soon we shall sit at meat. Betimes you may wish to withdraw. Conduct my guests to their chamber. TEGAN: How can they live in such cold? DOCTOR: By eating lots of food. DOCTOR: Thank you. Where's Turlough? TEGAN: He stopped to look at something. Look at the size of that bed! DOCTOR: Hmm. Another way of keeping warm. TEGAN: What are we doing here, anyway? DOCTOR: We were invited for a meal. TEGAN: You know what I mean. DOCTOR: Here, put this around you. TEGAN: How long are you planning to stay? DOCTOR: Do you know, it's just sunk in. March the fourth, 1215. TEGAN: So? DOCTOR: There's something very wrong here. HUGH: Stand, demon. DOCTOR: The King takes the oath today. TEGAN: What oath? DOCTOR: To take the cross as a Crusader. But he did that in London. TEGAN: Who says? DOCTOR: Your history books. TEGAN: Perhaps they got that bit wrong. DOCTOR: No, no, too well documented. TEGAN: Oh, who cares? DOCTOR: I care. TEGAN: All I care about is getting back to the TARDIS, where it's nice and warm. No wonder they forced him to sign Magna Carta. Bet there was something in it about underheated housing. DOCTOR: He wasn't. TEGAN: Wasn't what? DOCTOR: Forced into signing Magna Carta. He was as much for it as anyone. TEGAN: Now look, Doctor, I know my history. DOCTOR: Do you? HUGH: I would know who or what you are. TURLOUGH: I've told you. I'm Turlough. HUGH: Take him. ISABELLA: He is proud, my Lord. He will never forgive you. RANULF: And you? ISABELLA: With all my heart. But he is your son. He is as proud as you. RANULF: Time heals. But at the present, my concern is for the King. Why is he so changed? And who are these beings he calls demons? GILLES: My Lord. RANULF: What now? GILLES: I must ask the Lady Isabella to accompany me. RANULF: To what end? GILLES: Your lady is to be held in custody. RANULF: What! GILLES: To be held in custody against your continued good behaviour toward our sovereign lord, the Kind. RANULF: On whose authority. GILLES: Of that of the King. RANULF: The King is a guest in my house. He would not use me thus. GILLES: He would and does, my Lord. RANULF: We shall see. GILLES: Be not rash, my Lord. The King is resting. He sends word to not preserve pitchers. A new cider will be provided when he dines. RANULF: You dare to ISABELLA: Be not provoked, my Lord. The King shall lack no comfort while within these walls. GILLES: My Lady. HUGH: Speak. TURLOUGH: I've nothing to hide. I'll tell you anything you want to know. HUGH: But you speak nothing but madness. TURLOUGH: I've told you who I am and where I come from. What more do you want? HUGH: Are you the King's man like my father? TURLOUGH: I am nobody's man. HUGH: Then what do you here? TURLOUGH: I came with the Doctor. HUGH: And what is this Doctor's purpose? TURLOUGH: I don't know. HUGH: Well, perhaps I can loosen your tongue. TURLOUGH: There really is no need for any of this. HUGH: Fill her! HUGH: Hold. HUGH: Mother! GILLES: Seize them! GILLES: Twice in one day. It is most embarrassing. HUGH: You'd best k*ll me now, for if you do not, I will most assuredly k*ll you. GILLES: Why is youth given to such extravagance? GILLES: It appears, my Lady, you will not be without companionship. Secure them! And then we will examine this demon's blue engine. TEGAN: Are you saying King John was a good man? DOCTOR: Well, given the times he lives in, yes. But don't take my word for it. You'll be able to judge for yourself. Nobody forced Magna Carta from him. He could have crushed that rebellion as easily as that. RANULF: What have you demons made of the King? He is bewitched. First he takes my whole fortune, and now he has made my lady a hostage. How can he question my loyalty? There is none more loyal than I. DOCTOR: We are not demons and we've done no harm to the King, or to anyone. Nor do we intend any. RANULF: Whence come you? DOCTOR: From an outer province. RANULF: And this strange attire? DOCTOR: Yes, well. Please believe that we are friends. If you're in trouble, I would like to help if I can. RANULF: Leave us, and fetch warm vestments. RANULF: You were three. DOCTOR: Yes, yes, we seem to have mislaid Turlough. How long has the King been here? RANULF: Since yesterday. He is not himself. He's not as I know him. DOCTOR: Well, could he be ill? RANULF: In rude health. He rode from London yesterday, and then to a stag hunt to bring down the only k*ll. DOCTOR: This Sir Gilles. RANULF: I like not this man. DOCTOR: Well, I can't say I care for him much myself. A French knight. Is he the only Frenchman with the King? RANULF: I know not. He has never favoured Frenchmen before this, even renegades from the King of France. DOCTOR: Could Sir Gilles be bringing some pressure, some influence on the King? RANULF: The King is influenced by none. The King I know is resolute and firm of purpose. DOCTOR: When does he return to London? RANULF: I know not, and no word from the city. My cousin was summoned there by the King a week since, and he's not returned. Why? And why no word concerning him? DOCTOR: Your cousin was summoned to London? RANULF: Aye, to take the Crusader's oath. DOCTOR: Today, March the fourth. RANULF: What say you, my Lord Doctor? DOCTOR: What if your guest was not the King? RANULF: Not the King? Then who? DOCTOR: An imposter. RANULF: I have known and served my sovereign lord for many years. No imposter could be so like. DOCTOR: Be vigilant, my Lord. I suspect things are not what they seem. RANULF: You are a sorcerer. DOCTOR: No, no, and I ask you to trust me, please. TEGAN: You can trust us. RANULF: You will join my household at meat. DOCTOR: Thank you, we would be delighted. RANULF: When it pleases you. DOCTOR: Warmer? TEGAN: Yes. Shouldn't we find out what's happened to Turlough? DOCTOR: We will. TEGAN: I don't feel safe here. DOCTOR: A while longer, then we'll go. GILLES: Name yourself, Sir Knight. GEOFFREY: Geoffrey de Lacy, cousin to Ranulf Fitzwilliam. And your name? GILLES: Gilles Estram, King's Champion. GEOFFREY: Why then are you not with the King? GILLES: I am. GEOFFREY: How can that be, since the King is in London? GILLES: Non, the King is here. GEOFFREY: Borne on eagle's wings? I left the King in the Tower this morning. GILLES: You lie! Take him. JOHN: Our demons, welcome. JOHN: Come join us. DOCTOR: (quietly) Trust me. TEGAN: (quietly) What about Turlough? DOCTOR: (quietly) Stop fussing. ISABELLA: Can you not help us? TURLOUGH: I wish I could. HUGH: Can you not call on Hell? TURLOUGH: I could, but then so could you, with a better chance of success, I fancy. TURLOUGH: I do hope they've found a better use for it. ISABELLA: A better use? DOCTOR: If he's not the King, who is he and why? TEGAN: Do you seriously expect me to answer that? DOCTOR: Why didn't he react like everybody else? Why wasn't he scared? And why are we his demons? TEGAN: Could he be the Devil? I only said could. JOHN: The lutes. Let us have the lutes. JOHN: We sing in praise of total w*r, against the Saracen we abhor. To free the tomb of Christ our lord, we'll put the known world to the sword. There is no glory greater than to serve with gold the Son of Man. No riches here on Earth shall see, no scutage in eternity. GILLES: And now, sire, for some additional entertainment. JOHN: Bravo, our champion. And who is to delight in her embrace? RANULF: Geoffrey! Sire, this is my cousin Geoffrey de Lacy, a loyal knight. You summoned him to London but a week since to take the Crusader's oath. JOHN: So we did, indeed we did. And he has seen fit to disobey that summons. GEOFFREY: Not so. I left your Majesty in London four hours since. You must remember. JOHN: Must? GILLES: You lie. The King has been here since yesterday. Now let the maiden reward such mendacity. Prepare her. RANULF: Sire, be merciful, I beg you. GILLES: Your cousin is guilty of lèse majesté, my Lord. DOCTOR: Your Majesty. JOHN: What? Our demon, you too would beg for mercy. DOCTOR: Oh, indeed no, sire, but surely such a fate is too mild. Would not boiling in oil be a more fitting end? JOHN: Ha! It must be a decade, our champion, since we boiled in oil. We accept your counsel, O demon. DOCTOR: I thank your Majesty, but I was not suggesting alternative retribution. My interruption was provoked by shock. JOHN: Shock? DOCTOR: Yes, I was quite shocked at Sir Gilles' monstrous lack of good taste. GILLES: Who dares to question my good taste? DOCTOR: In my view, it is the worst possible taste to even think about following the King's quite remarkable performance. One just can't follow that. GILLES: I am insulted! TEGAN: Are you mad? RANULF: He is said to be the best swordsman in France. DOCTOR: Fortunately, we are in England. May I? DOCTOR: Thank you. I hope I don't disgrace it. In case of accidents TEGAN: Doctor, don't do it. DOCTOR: In case of accidents, find Turlough. JOHN: Well, our Champion and our demon. Have a care, Sir Gilles. Has our demon mortal life to lose? GILLES: I fear no hellhound. JOHN: Then set to. JOHN: Bravo, our demon. DOCTOR: You escaped from Xeriphas. MASTER: Oh, my dear Doctor, you have been naive.
{"type": "series", "show": "Doctor Who", "episode": "20x21 - The King's Demons - part 1"}
foreverdreaming
THE KING'S DEMONS BY: TERENCE DUDLEY Part Two First Air Date: 16 March 1983 Running time: 24:27 DOCTOR: Not at all. You may disguise your features, but you can never disguise your intent. MASTER: And you can't approve. DOCTOR: You know I can't. TEGAN: Tissue compression eliminator. MASTER: You've always been my greatest stimulation, my dear Doctor, but now you inspire me. MASTER: Your first slip, my dear Doctor. Would you care to make a second? MASTER: And now a third. This is useless in your hands. You have moral scruples. JOHN: Come, what is this discourse? Consummate the victory. MASTER: Come, k*ll me. Thwart my little game. JOHN: k*ll him. DOCTOR: It is sufficient, your Majesty, that your Champion is disarmed. JOHN: Not for us. In sooth, this is but a puny demon that has no stomach for it. So be it. Let the Maiden embrace the vanquished. MASTER: Your Majesty, no! Have mercy! I beg you, no! DOCTOR: Sire, I must intercede. As victor, I beg you to be merciful. JOHN: We are not merciful, our demon. DOCTOR: Your Majesty! JOHN: Hold! We give you the choice, our demon. The Maiden shall embrace this snivelling wretch, or Sir Geoffrey. Choose, our demon. Come, the lady waits, impatient to lavish her warm favours. Come, our demon. JOHN: Behold, our demon. We too have tricks. MASTER: Come, my toy, perform. TEGAN: What's the Master up to? DOCTOR: He's using that imposter to bring the real King John into disrepute. And now he thinks he's trapped us into doing his dirty work for him. RANULF: He is not the King. GEOFFREY: Well, not if he is here since yesterday. RANULF: Then who is he? GEOFFREY: Or what. There's devil's work in this. JOHN: Our demon shall be our Champion. Accoutre him. DOCTOR: See what I mean? GEOFFREY: We must act, and without delay. RANULF: There is naught we can do. He has Isabella held hostage. GEOFFREY: Then I must to London to warn the King. MASTER: Stop Geoffrey. JOHN: Sir Geoffrey, surely you do not take your leave so soon? You are but arrived. Attend us. We would know how you think we can be in two places at the same time. ISABELLA: Saints protect us. HUGH: Another demon. MASTER: Nay, good sire, I am no demon. I come to help you. And to save the King from that demon that has bewitched him. Gaoler! Open, good fellow. The King is in danger. ISABELLA: Who are you? MASTER: I am the Master. MASTER: Release your lord and lady. ISABELLA: Do as you are bidden! MASTER: I am the sworn enemy of that demon who calls himself the Doctor, who has come to defame the King and bring ill-repute to him. TURLOUGH: That's not true! ISABELLA: Defame the King? Why should he? MASTER: To set the Barons of Britain against him, to provoke a great rebellion and topple him from the throne. ISABELLA: Why? MASTER: To serve the devilish Doctor's own purpose. TURLOUGH: No, don't listen to him. MASTER: No, fellow, leave him. He serves the Doctor. TURLOUGH: Don't listen to him, please. He is the evil one. MASTER: We shall see. JOHN: Is our Champion not ready? DOCTOR: Ready, sire. JOHN: Then let him attend us with his squire. DOCTOR: That's you. JOHN: Your sword. Come, your sword. We grow tired. JOHN: Kneel. JOHN: Arise, Sir Doctor. GEOFFREY: Who is this Doctor? RANULF: He says he comes as friend. GEOFFREY: Whence? RANULF: Aquitaine? JOHN: You are now our Champion. DOCTOR: Your Majesty does me great honour. And my first action in this role shall be to arrest that man. Arrest Sir Geoffrey de Lacy. GEOFFREY: A friend of thine, perhaps, not mine. DOCTOR: Unhand him. He is a man of honour. Lord Ranulf, is there a dungeon in this castle? RANULF: There is. DOCTOR: Sir Geoffrey, do you know it? GEOFFREY: Then be so good as to lead me to it. JOHN: We like our new Champion. He's something of a jester. DOCTOR: I must insist you lead me to the dungeon. DOCTOR: You have no choice. Must I remind you that my sovereign lord holds the Lady Isabella hostage? RANULF: I thought you friend. Geoffrey. GEOFFREY: For you, cousin. DOCTOR: No, my friends, attend the King. I have no need of assistance. Your Majesty. Sir Geoffrey. JOHN: We are tired. We shall retire and rest a while. TEGAN: Would you very much mind DOCTOR: What? TEGAN: Telling me what's going on? DOCTOR: In the interest of security, where is the Master most likely to house his TARDIS? TEGAN: In a dungeon. DOCTOR: Quite so. TURLOUGH: Doctor, you won't believe this, but DOCTOR: You've seen another TARDIS. Release him. GEOFFREY: The Maiden! DOCTOR: Quite so. GEOFFREY: Is Sir Gilles DOCTOR: There is no Sir Gilles. He is the Master in disguise. Now, you could call him a demon. Sir Geoffrey, you are no longer a prisoner. Release him. GEOFFREY: Who are you? DOCTOR: A friend, who wants to help. The Master has set up an imposter as King John of England. TEGAN: What for? DOCTOR: To change the course of history. TEGAN: What possible satisfaction can that give him? DOCTOR: He wants to rob the world of Magna Carta. Small time villainy by his standards, but nevertheless something I intend to stop if at all possible. GEOFFREY: But why do you serve this imposter king? DOCTOR: To gain time, and access to this. DOCTOR: You know the true king? GEOFFREY: Aye. Did we not take the Crusader's oath together but yesterday? DOCTOR: Then we must get you to London so you can warn him. GEOFFREY: 'Tis but four hours ride. DOCTOR: Oh, I can get you there much quicker than that. GEOFFREY: Your engine? DOCTOR: Yes, but first we must bring it here, into the castle. TEGAN: Look, let's all get out of here while we've still got the chance. DOCTOR: No, we must bring the imposter with us. TEGAN: Why? DOCTOR: To expose the Master's plan. Now, come along. If you so much as touch this, something very nasty will happen to you. TEGAN: You're never leaving the compressor here for the Master. DOCTOR: As a matter of fact, I am. RANULF: I am most grateful, er MASTER: I am called the Master. ISABELLA: I too owe you gratitude. RANULF: Name what you will, Lord Master. It shall be yours. MASTER: I ask no reward. I wish merely to rid the King of his demons. That's why I'm here. RANULF: How long has the King been thus afflicted? MASTER: Who can tell? Perhaps he's always been accursed. RANULF: Have we any power against this sorcery? MASTER: I have. RANULF: Then this Doctor demon must be captured and put to the f*re. ISABELLA: My lord MASTER: If then, my lord, you will put your knights and men-at-arms at my command. RANULF: It shall be done. GEOFFREY: The tracks lead directly to the castle. DOCTOR: The Master, of course. TEGAN: Now what? DOCTOR: Back to square one. TEGAN: Oh. DOCTOR: I'm sorry, Sir Geoffrey. GEOFFREY: I will alone to London, if someone will help with a horse. TURLOUGH: I will. GEOFFREY: My thanks. RANULF: This is the Lord Master, come to rid the King of his demons. Obey him in all things. HUGH: Father, the dungeon is empty. ISABELLA: They've taken Geoffrey. RANULF: Find these demons and bring them hither. MASTER: And the engine. Without it, they're helpless. RANULF: And the blue engine. HUGH: What of the King? Is he guarded? MASTER: I've seen to this. I'll oversee the search and then attend the King. RANULF: God be with you. TEGAN: But he couldn't have got the TARDIS in here. None of the outer doors is big enough. DOCTOR: Well, not for Sir Gilles. All the Master has to do is set coordinates. TEGAN: Where would he keep it? DOCTOR: The same place he keeps the King. DOCTOR: Ah, I wonder if you'd be so good as to show me to the King's chamber. I must insist. I am the King's Champion. HUGH: No longer, Sir Demon. Take them. TURLOUGH: Go on. MASTER: Tee hee hee. Excellent sh*t. HUGH: Father. RANULF: We have your engine, demon. DOCTOR: So I see. Where was it? RANULF: Where you left it, with the King. Did you think to kidnap him? Your plan is foiled. Where is Geoffrey? DOCTOR: Safely on his way to London. RANULF: You lie. DOCTOR: He should be there in a few hours. TEGAN: He's going to k*ll us. DOCTOR: The coordinates will be set. Get into the TARDIS. HUGH: Father, they hatch plots. RANULF: You have slain Sir Geoffrey. TEGAN: No, I believe he may be in the TARDIS. Blue engine. RANULF: Open it. TEGAN: No, I must open it. Other demons may try to harm you. TEGAN: I must distract them somehow. RANULF: The demon has vanished! Find Sir Geoffrey. TEGAN: Now what? JOHN (OOV.): We sing in praise of total w*r against the Saracen we abhor. JOHN: To free the tomb of Christ our Lord KAMELION: We'll put the known world to the sword. Welcome, my demon. DOCTOR: Your Majesty seems in need of a doctor. MASTER: Allow me to introduce Kamelion. DOCTOR: Your work. MASTER: Alas, modesty forbids such a claim. Kamelion is a tool of an earlier inv*de of Xeriphas, and instrumental in my escape from that benighted planet. DOCTOR: This is your King John? MASTER: Look again. DOCTOR: Impressive. MASTER: A w*apon used by the inv*de of Xeriphas. A decoy, capable of infinite form or personality. DOCTOR: Interesting. JOHN: Well said, my demon. We are a complex mass of artificial neurons. DOCTOR: And controlled by? MASTER: Nothing more than simple concentration and psychokinetics. Look again. DOCTOR: Can anyone play? MASTER: Please. MASTER 2: Quite masterly. MASTER: You flatter me. I prefer bad King John. RANULF: Speak, cousin. Who has done this? DOCTOR: So Kamelion here is bad King John. MASTER: Aided and abetted by you, his demon, and your blue engine. DOCTOR: It's cunning of you to confirm the superstitions put about by the monks. MASTER: Irresistible. Your arrival here was most timely. DOCTOR: A gift. MASTER: How succinctly put. DOCTOR: The King turns the Barons solidly against him, he is k*lled in battle or deposed, possibly in favour of King Phillip of France. He cannot therefore offer Magna Carta. What do you think of it so far? MASTER: I couldn't do better myself. DOCTOR: Thus the foundations of parliamentary democracy will never be laid. MASTER: Brilliant. DOCTOR: You cannot be allowed to alter the course of history, even indirectly. MASTER: How do you propose to stop me? DOCTOR: I shall have to give it some thought. MASTER: You haven't much time. DOCTOR: And you haven't your compressor. MASTER: I still have my wits. DOCTOR: So do I. HUGH: Here is one not escaped. RANULF: Vile villain! He has slain Sir Geoffrey. TURLOUGH: I didn't do it. HUGH: You will die in torment, catiff. TURLOUGH: You're always thr*at me, and without the slightest justification. HUGH: Be silent. TURLOUGH: I was trying to help him. RANULF: Help him? TURLOUGH: To a horse, to get to London. RANULF: To what end? TURLOUGH: To warn the King! RANULF: The King is here! ISABELLA: He speaks. GEOFFREY: (quietly) The King. Doctor. Seek. ISABELLA: Geoffrey. Oh. HUGH: Seek the Doctor? Where, in hell? RANULF: The Master will know. HUGH: Where is he? RANULF: He will be with the King. Bring the rogue. TEGAN: Think. Think. MASTER: You would do well, my dear Doctor, to ponder that you played directly into my hand. KAMELION: And into ours. DOCTOR: He has a mind of his own? MASTER: Indeed. But highly susceptible. KAMELION: Dominated by our demons. MASTER: You will know that the King and his d*ad brothers are believed to be the devil's work. Your interference here with your dreary TARDIS has only confirmed this. You are, dare I say so, discredited demons, and as such you make a unique contribution to altering the course of history. Hoist on your own petard. DOCTOR: And where will you take your toy next? MASTER: Does it matter? You'll not be there to greet me. DOCTOR: I may not need to. You forget, Kamelion does have a mind of his own. MASTER: He obeys only my will. DOCTOR: Yes, but for how much longer? MASTER: For as long as I command it. Kamelion will not turn on me. DOCTOR: No? MASTER: You're getting old, Doctor. Your will is weak. It's time you regenerated. DOCTOR: You won't win, not ultimately. MASTER: You're mistaken. With Kamelion's unique ability at my command, it's only a matter of time before I undermine the key civilisations of the universe. Chaos will reign, and I shall be its emperor. DOCTOR: Earth is a primitive planet. You won't succeed so easily elsewhere. MASTER: Where I cannot win by stealth, I shall destroy. That way I cannot fail to win. DOCTOR: You'll never succeed. MASTER: Unfortunately, you will not be alive to find out. Which reminds me. My compressor. DOCTOR: Safely in my TARDIS. RANULF (OOV.): Your Majesty! JOHN: Enter. RANULF: Sire, you have him. JOHN: We have him. RANULF: Sire, they have slain my kinsman. JOHN: Such perfidy must not go unpunished. We would have boiling oil. See to it. TURLOUGH: Doctor? DOCTOR: Yes. Yes, I'm not a demon for nothing. MASTER: Very well, my dear Doctor. Your will against mine? So be it. RANULF: The King! What ails the King? MASTER: The Doctor. k*ll. TURLOUGH: No! MASTER: Do you oppose me, boy? TURLOUGH: I've had quite enough of you, whoever you are, so don't try me too far. DOCTOR: Turlough! MASTER: No! Fools. MASTER: Mediaeval misfits! Don't think you've won yet, Doctor. TEGAN: I don't believe it. Can you see it too? TURLOUGH: Yes, I'm afraid so. DOCTOR: Let me present Kamelion. TEGAN: What is it? KAMELION: Who is it, if you please. DOCTOR: Well, Tegan, it's a long story which appears to begin on Xeriphas. KAMELION: And who knows when it will end. DOCTOR: Oh, it will end with the Master. TEGAN: You're not going to leave the Master here to carry out his plan? DOCTOR: Well, he's without Kamelion now, and he won't be on Earth for much longer. I took the opportunity of leaving his compressor activated. Won't do his dimension circuits much good. He could end up anywhere except where he wants to go. TEGAN: Rather like the TARDIS, really. TEGAN: What are we going to do with him? DOCTOR: I don't know. TEGAN: Well, he can't stay on board. DOCTOR: Why not? He's harmless. KAMELION: And very cooperative. I would make an excellent colleague. TEGAN: Did you do that? KAMELION: Unexpected as it may be, I do have a mind of my own. DOCTOR: And a very fine mind it is too. KAMELION: I would be honoured if you will allow me to stay. DOCTOR: Of course. TEGAN: Doctor. DOCTOR: I apologise for Tegan's bad manners. TEGAN: He's a machine, Doctor, just a machine. How can we be certain he still isn't under the control of the Master? KAMELION: That isn't possible. TEGAN: Do you trust him? TURLOUGH: Yes. DOCTOR: It seems you're outvoted. KAMELION: I'm very grateful, Doctor. Where will I be quartered? TEGAN: You can have my room, for all I care. DOCTOR: As you wish. TEGAN: What are you doing? DOCTOR: I'm taking you home. TEGAN: Home? DOCTOR: Your own time. I assume that's where you'd prefer to be. TEGAN: What are you talking about? TURLOUGH: We were on our way to my planet, actually. TEGAN: I don't want to go home. DOCTOR: Of course you do. You don't have to pretend. It's a shame, of course. There were many wonders I wanted to show you. TEGAN: You still can. DOCTOR: The Eye of Orion. TURLOUGH: Indeed. TEGAN: You've been there? TURLOUGH: Yes. It is very beautiful. DOCTOR: But you wish to return home. TEGAN: No, I don't. DOCTOR: You don't? TEGAN: No. Show me the Eye of Orion, please. DOCTOR: All right. You won't regret it, I promise you. TEGAN: Well, aren't you going to reset the coordinates? DOCTOR: No. That's where we're going.
{"type": "series", "show": "Doctor Who", "episode": "20x22 - The King's Demons - part 2"}
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WARRIORS OF THE DEEP BY: JOHNNY BYRNE Part One First Air Date: 5 January 1984 Running time: 24:48 VORSHAK: What do you think? BULIC: Too small to be a hunter-killer. VORSHAK: Could be one of their probes trying to locate our position. Computer scan. SCIBUS: No hostile movements registered. ICHTAR: Excellent, Scibus, but continue to monitor their activities. We must remain undetected until we are ready to act. KARINA: We've lost it, Commander. VORSHAK: Readings? KARINA: It seems to be organic in structure, and radiating heat. PRESTON: Check. VORSHAK: Volcanic debris? NILSON: More than possible. We're close to the oceanic fault here. TURLOUGH: How are we doing? DOCTOR: Oh, on target, it seems. You changed your mind about going home. TURLOUGH: Well, I, er, I thought I would learn more if I stayed with you. It's true. DOCTOR: Of course. TURLOUGH: I mean it. DOCTOR: I believe you. I'm just a little doubtful about how resolute you'll remain. TURLOUGH: Time will tell. DOCTOR: Yes, indeed. Aboard the TARDIS it always does. TURLOUGH: Where are we going? DOCTOR: Earth. TURLOUGH: What for? DOCTOR: I promised to show Tegan a little of her planet's future. We're almost there. You could let her know. VORSHAK: Nothing. What's the matter? BULIC: I think we should launch a reconnaissance probe. VORSHAK: Forever cautious. BULIC: I've spent too long on a Sea Base not to be. And given how unstable the current political situation is, an att*ck is not to be unexpected. VORSHAK: Launch an unmanned probe. KARINA: Sir. VORSHAK: Happier? BULIC: Thank you, sir. VORSHAK: The base is to remain on full alert, and Maddox? MADDOX: Sir? VORSHAK: If there is enemy activity outside, we could go to m*ssile run, so stand by. MADDOX: Yes, sir. SCIBUS: The base has launched a probe. ICHTAR: The Myrka can deal with it. TARPOK: We are ready to begin, Ichtar. ICHTAR: Good. For hundreds of years our Sea Devil brothers have lain entombed, waiting patiently for this day. It concerns me that they did not wake up as we had planned in the first place. ICHTAR: Their enforced period of hibernation may have caused much muscular and organic degeneration. We shall soon see, Tarpok. Proceed. KARINA: What's the matter? MADDOX: I can't do it. KARINA: Of course you can. MADDOX: You saw me out there. KARINA: You wouldn't be here if there was any doubt about your fitness for the job. MADDOX: I'm a student on attachment to Sea Base Four to study an experienced sync operator in action, not to take his place. I'm not ready. KARINA: Until Lieutenant Michaels' replacement arrives, there isn't anyone else. MADDOX: I know. I'd feel much happier if there'd been a proper investigation into the Lieutenant's death. KARINA: It was a careless accident. There was nothing to investigate. MADDOX: Lieutenant Michaels was careful to the point of paranoia. Men like that aren't electrocuted carrying out simple maintenance. KARINA: You reported your suspicion? MADDOX: Of course, but Commander Vorshak's not interested. He just keeps going on about what a marvellous opportunity this is for me to gain hard experience. KARINA: The Commander's right. MADDOX: Maybe he is, but I'm also aware that if we so go to m*ssile alert I don't think I can press that button. KARINA: Listen to me. Don't throw your whole career away because you don't feel quite ready. That's silly. Lieutenant Michaels' replacement arrives the day after tomorrow. There may not be a m*ssile run before then anyway. MADDOX: All right. KARINA: Come back to the bridge? TURLOUGH: Now what? DOCTOR: It's my own fault. I should, er, I should have changed it for a Type 57 while I had the chance. TEGAN: We're where we should be, aren't we? DOCTOR: Oh, yes. Very close to Earth, in orbit above the atmosphere belt. TEGAN: So what's the problem? DOCTOR: Er, slight hiccup in our time zones. We're too far advanced. I'm sorry. TURLOUGH: Doctor, look. TEGAN: What is it? DOCTOR: It's a robot w*apon system. It seems to be scanning us. SENTINEL (OOV.): This is Sentinel Six. You have entered a forbidden military zone. Transmit your security clearance code. DOCTOR: Reset the coil cut-out. DOCTOR: Sentinel Six, could you repeat your instructions, please. SENTINEL (OOV.): This is Sentinel Six. You have entered a forbidden military zone. Transmit your security clearance code or you will be destroyed. DOCTOR: Sentinel Six, we have no hostile intentions. Our presence here is purely temporary. All we need is a bit of time to alter coordinates. TEGAN: Why doesn't it answer? DOCTOR: Well, it's obviously thinking it over. NILSON: It's time to move, Solow. We've got our man. SOLOW: Maddox? NILSON: Yes, you were right. He is psychologically unsuited for his work. SOLOW: I'm glad to hear it. I must admit I was a little concerned lately that my diagnosis was inaccurate. NILSON: No, you can congratulate yourself and stop worrying. The sudden demise of Lieutenant Michaels has paid us an immediate dividend. SOLOW: You're a hard man, Nilson, but you forget, I'm a doctor. m*rder does not come easily to a person of my training. NILSON: Don't bleat, Solow. We've waited long enough for an opportunity like this. SOLOW: I realise that. NILSON: And nothing must go wrong. So if your conscience bothers you, lock it away in a strong box until our task is completed. TEGAN: Please hurry, Doctor. That thing isn't going to lie there contemplating its navel forever. DOCTOR: Don't panic, Tegan. Now look, just push this. Almost there. SENTINEL (OOV.): This is Sentinel Six. You are formally identified as a hostile intruder. DOCTOR: Sentinel Six, we are unarmed. SENTINEL (OOV.): Repeat. Transmit your security clearance codes. This is your final warning. DOCTOR: Sentinel Six, we need just a little more time then we will be on our way. TEGAN: Doctor, look! DOCTOR: We're out of control. TURLOUGH: We're going to crash! DOCTOR: Not if I can perform a materialisation flip flop. DOCTOR: Stage one. VORSHAK: What is it? KARINA: The reconnaissance probe's been destroyed, sir. VORSHAK: Perimeter defence stand by. Feed the coordinates of the hostile directly to them. We'll blast it out of the water. KARINA: I can't. The only thing registering on the scanners is marine life. PRESTON: That can't be so. A creature strong enough to destroy the probe doesn't exist. VORSHAK: Well? BULIC: Karina's right. VORSHAK: Maddox, verify. MADDOX: Computer has started countdown. VORSHAK: Your assessment, Bulic? BULIC: It's difficult to tell. It could be a practice run ordered by the computer. Equally it could have been triggered by what's happened out there. VORSHAK: Then we must assume the m*ssile run is for real. All teams to battle stations. PRESTON: Battle teams one, two and three take up defence position. KARINA: Sentinel Six reports engaging unidentified flying object. Attempts to sh**t it down proved unsuccessful, but it has now disappeared. BULIC: m*ssile computer is on a*t*matic targeting. Arming of the proton m*ssile is in progress. VORSHAK: Prepare to sync up. Maddox! I said take up your position. The function of the base depends on you! What's wrong? MADDOX: I can't do it, sir. VORSHAK: Without you, our m*ssile are useless. MADDOX: Don't you think I realise that? VORSHAK: Sync up, Maddox. Find out what the computer is doing. Come on, we could be at w*r! TURLOUGH: We made it. TEGAN: I don't believe it. TURLOUGH: I don't think the Doctor does either. DOCTOR: Yes, well, I admit it was close. BULIC: Relax. Just access what the computer tells you and leave the final decision to the Commander. MADDOX: But I still have to press the button. BULIC: It may not come to that. BULIC: We have sync up to m*ssile computer, Commander. VORSHAK: Go ahead, Maddox. MADDOX: m*ssile are locked onto targets. TEGAN: Where are we? DOCTOR: Still in the same time zone. TURLOUGH: And on Earth? DOCTOR: I think so. Let's find out. MADDOX: m*ssile armed. VORSHAK: Prepare to f*re. BULIC: Countdown to m*ssile launch, one hundred and fifty and counting. TEGAN: It's a bit chilly in here. TURLOUGH: It seems to be a ship of some kind. DOCTOR: Or submarine. There's no motion. It could be on the seabed. Come on. BULIC: Thirty seconds to launch. VORSHAK: Stand by. VORSHAK: We can breathe again. NILSON: Commander! VORSHAK: Get him out of here. NILSON: Take him to the PS unit. VORSHAK: What a time for a practice run. BULIC: You realise the base is defenceless with Maddox in the state he is. PRESTON: And we still haven't established what destroyed our probe, nor what Sentinel Six sh*t at. VORSHAK: Sound the all clear, but the base it to remain on full alert. TEGAN: What's that noise? DOCTOR: Yes, of course. A Sea Base. TURLOUGH: Doctor. DOCTOR: Oh, thank you. DOCTOR: Ah ha. That, Turlough, was the all clear. TEGAN: Must be some kind of research station. DOCTOR: No, no, it's a Sea Base. A rather special kind of undersea military colony. Help me get this open, would you? Armed with the sort of m*ssile that k*ll life but leave everything else intact. TURLOUGH: Proton? DOCTOR: Very probably. TARPOK: The Sea Base has completed a practice m*ssile run. ICHTAR: Then our presence remains undetected. Continue to monitor the Sea Base. This process will not take long. Have we any indications of the conditions within? SCIBUS: No. The temperature level inside is below the range of the sensors. VORSHAK: Launch another probe. KARINA: Sir. VORSHAK: Bridge. NILSON (OOV.): Nilson here. We have a problem with Maddox. I think you should come down, Commander. VORSHAK: Right. Bulic, you're in command. I'll be in the psycho-surgical unit. BULIC: Sir. TEGAN: What year are we in? DOCTOR: Around 2084. TEGAN: Little seems to have changed since my time. DOCTOR: Absolutely nothing, Tegan. There are still two power blocs, fingers poised to annihilate each other. Hexachromite. TURLOUGH: What do they use that for? DOCTOR: Hexachromite gas. It's part of a sealing compound for undersea structures. It's lethal to marine and reptile life. I thought they would have banned it by now. TEGAN: Progress doesn't seem to have solved anything. DOCTOR: No. NILSON: He's suffering from severe stress. It's our considered opinion that he's unfit for duty. VORSHAK: But I need him. Without a sync operator, this base will cease to have any military function. NILSON: And I realise that, otherwise I'd hesitate proposing the one option that you still have. VORSHAK: And that is? NILSON: Release the duplicate programme disc. That way we could probe deeper into Maddox's mind, break through the barriers and reassure him. VORSHAK: But I can't do that, not without authority from Sea Base Command. NILSON: If we are to maintain operational efficiency, there really is no other way. SOLOW: I will take full responsibility. There are humanitarian as well as military considerations here. Maddox will have a total mental collapse unless treated. VORSHAK: All right. VORSHAK: But don't let this disc out of your sight. VORSHAK: If it gets into enemy hands NILSON: We understand, Commander. SOLOW: I will return it to you immediately we're finished with it. TEGAN: Do you know where we're going? DOCTOR: Er, yes, yes, the bridge. Repairs to the TARDIS will take some time. Better they're done with the Captain's permission. SOLOW: Ready. NILSON: You're sure this will work? SOLOW: The information on that disc is fed straight into the deepest control centres of his brain. Whatever commands we give him, Maddox has no other choice but to obey. TURLOUGH: Up or down? DOCTOR: Well, if I remember rightly, the command centre's at the top of the structure. TURLOUGH: Right. DOCTOR: No, wait! TURLOUGH: What's wrong? DOCTOR: This. TURLOUGH: I pressed for the lift. DOCTOR: Yes, it has to be done in sequence. It's what's called security. We must find someone in authority and quickly. Come on. DOCTOR: Security screen. TEGAN: What do we do now? DOCTOR: Well, they've sealed off the area. Back to the TARDIS. We'll be safer there. PRESTON: Perimeter defence is now complete. VORSHAK: Where are they? PRESTON: Area C. VORSHAK: Double the guard round the PS unit. PRESTON: Battle teams eight and ten, urgent command. VORSHAK: Katina, tell Solow and Nilson what has happened. Any sign of an intruder, they must destroy the disc. What do you think? BULIC: First that unidentified object, then the destruction of the probe, now this. I don't believe in that much coincidence. VORSHAK: Agreed. We must act fast. You and Preston get the combat teams moving. Whoever's in that area, find them. BULIC: Preston. NILSON: How do you feel, Maddox? MADDOX: Fine, Controller. NILSON: Good. DOCTOR: This way. PRESTON (OOV.): Let's check the Chemical store. PRESTON: Nothing. Come on. DOCTOR: They're between us and the TARDIS. Come on, back this way. SCIBUS: We are ready to enter. ICHTAR: It has been a long time. Much could have gone wrong. TEGAN: Why have we come in here? DOCTOR: You didn't read what it said outside? TEGAN: That's why I'm asking. I don't like running into chambers that have Radiation, Keep Out written on the door. TURLOUGH: What are you going to do? DOCTOR: Try and start a diversion. ICHTAR: Revive the warriors. DOCTOR: That's it. TURLOUGH: What have you done? DOCTOR: I've hotted things up a bit. I've set the reactor on overload. TEGAN: It'll explode! DOCTOR: Oh, I shouldn't think so. They've got a couple of hours to sort out what I've done. TEGAN: This is madness! TURLOUGH: The Doctor's right. It will tie up dozens of their people. DOCTOR: And in the confusion, we can slip back to the TARDIS. BULIC: No. We can't risk a sh*t in here. DOCTOR: When I say run, run. Run! BULIC: Get them! DOCTOR: I'm so sorry. TEGAN: Doctor! TURLOUGH: Tegan, no! TEGAN: Doctor! TURLOUGH: There's nothing we can do. TEGAN: We can't just leave him. TURLOUGH: Face it, Tegan. He's drowned.
{"type": "series", "show": "Doctor Who", "episode": "21x01 - Warriors of the Deep - part 1"}
foreverdreaming
WARRIORS OF THE DEEP BY: JOHNNY BYRNE Part Two First Air Date: 6 January 1984 Running time: 24:04 BULIC: After them! TURLOUGH: Right, that should slow them down a bit. TEGAN: We should have tried to help him. TURLOUGH: We couldn't! Come on, let's get back to the TARDIS. BULIC: Go round and get this door open. GUARD: Sir. BULIC: Commander, this is Bulic. I'm in the reactor. SCIBUS: The warriors have survived. NILSON: Nilson. VORSHAK (OOV.): The three inv*de have att*cked the reactor in area E. I need you on the bridge at once. NILSON: I'm on my way, Commander. SOLOW: Nilson, who are the inv*de? NILSON: I don't know, but with Vorshak distracted, it may be possible to activate Maddox sooner than we expected. SCIBUS: There will be a short period of orientation. ICHTAR: Excellent. When all is ready, I will instruct Sauvix and his Sea Devil warriors on the plan of att*ck. TURLOUGH: Run! TURLOUGH: Go, Tegan! Save yourself! DOCTOR: You'll live. SAUVIX: Sauvix, Commander of Elite Group One. ICHTAR: Ichtar, sole survivor of the Silurian Triad, and my companions Scibus and Tarpok. We welcome the revival of our blood-related comrades. SAUVIX: We are yours to command. ICHTAR: All is prepared. DOCTOR: What have you been eating? NILSON: Have you found the intruders? VORSHAK: One of them. He's being brought up now. I'd like you to be present at the interrogation. NILSON: How did they breach our security? VORSHAK: That's what I want you to find out. TEGAN: Doctor, I thought you were d*ad. DOCTOR: Yeah, so did I for a moment. Where's Turlough? TEGAN: The guards caught him. We've got to help him. DOCTOR: Yes, all right. First I must get you back to the TARDIS. TEGAN: I want to help find Turlough. DOCTOR: Yes, all right. TEGAN: What have you been eating? DOCTOR: Come along, Tegan. ICHTAR: How soon will your warriors be ready for combat? SAUVIX: Battle orientation automatically commenced the instant we were revived. ICHTAR: Excellent, Sauvix. TARPOK: Your plan of att*ck. ICHTAR: Study it well, for the ape primitive base must be taken intact. VORSHAK: Bridge. GUARD (OOV.): The reactor's been s*ab, sir. We now have full power again. VORSHAK: Thank you. GUARD: Sir. BULIC: This is Commander Vorshak, the senior officer on this base. TURLOUGH: I've told VORSHAK: Now listen, and listen carefully. You have a choice. Cooperate, tell us all you know, and you'll be treated honourably. TURLOUGH: I am VORSHAK: But should you remain stubborn, it'll be a long and painful business, so start talking. TURLOUGH: I've told him, and now I'm trying to tell you. We are not enemy agents, saboteurs NILSON: Then why were you attempting to destroy the reactor? TURLOUGH: If the Doctor had intended to destroy it, it would be lying in pieces at your feet. DOCTOR: Good. Now, you must stay outside, Tegan. TEGAN: Why? DOCTOR: Shush. TEGAN: What in the world can I hope to achieve out here? DOCTOR: My peace of mind. Please, Tegan, don't argue. Now, I don't need to tell you what to do should anything go wrong. TEGAN: No, Doctor. Good luck, Doctor. DOCTOR: Yes, thank you. TURLOUGH: The TARDIS, it, it's a kind of ship. I know it doesn't seem to make much sense, but that's how we got here. NILSON: He's insulting our intelligence, trying to convince us he's nothing more than a lost tourist. BULIC: If you'd nothing to hide, why didn't you declare yourselves to us immediately. TURLOUGH: We were trying to. VORSHAK: What do you think? NILSON: He may be telling the truth, though I doubt it. But we can't be sure without delving deeper into his mind. VORSHAK: Then see to it, Nilson. NILSON: Take him to the PS unit. TURLOUGH: Doctor! DOCTOR: I wouldn't, if I were you. Well, gentlemen, it seems we have a problem. PRESTON: Good heavens. Look, there's another door. Search through there. BULIC: Your move, Doctor. DOCTOR: So it seems. Perhaps it's time for a little mutual trust. DOCTOR: Turlough was telling the truth. VORSHAK: Bridge. PRESTON (OOV.): We've found the intruder's craft. It's amazing. It isn't of this planet. VORSHAK: Is it armed? PRESTON (OOV.): Not that we can tell. VORSHAK: Well, leave a guard on it. Return to the bridge. DOCTOR: Well, Commander? VORSHAK: Well, it seems the boy was telling the truth after all. SAUVIX: The warriors are armed and at their stations. ICHTAR: Excellent, Sauvix. It is time to begin. PRESTON: You want something? VORSHAK: All right, I believe you're not hostile. DOCTOR: Thank you. VORSHAK: But that doesn't mean I trust you. I should like to see a demonstration of your ship. DOCTOR: When I've repaired her. PRESTON: Commander, the third member of the crew. I found her lurking outside. TURLOUGH: Are you all right? KARINA: Commander, the screen. KARINA: It's heading towards the base. VORSHAK: Is that the thing we picked up before? KARINA: Yes, sir. MADDOX: We're getting a clear sensor scan. It is a ship of some kind, but definitely not one of ours. VORSHAK: Prepare to f*re energy tracers. DOCTOR: No, don't! VORSHAK: You recognise it? DOCTOR: Yes. You mustn't att*ck. VORSHAK: You're hardly in a position to give orders, Doctor. BULIC: Ready to f*re, Commander. DOCTOR: Do so and you'll regret it. I know what that ship is. VORSHAK: You're telling us not to defend ourselves? DOCTOR: I'm telling you you have no defence. That's a Silurian battle cruiser. PRESTON: Silurian? DOCTOR: The race that ruled this planet long before your species evolved. BULIC: Do we f*re, sir? DOCTOR: Trust me. You must try and make contact with it, find out what they want. VORSHAK: It's not what they want, it's what I want, Doctor. And I want to keep them away. Open f*re. TARPOK: The deflector is locked on to their energy beam. Their external w*apon system is now suppressed. ICHTAR: Proceed as planned. VORSHAK: f*re again. f*re again! BULIC: Energy systems are d*ad. VORSHAK: You knew that would happen. DOCTOR: I did try and warn you. PRESTON: What have they done? DOCTOR: It's a particle suppressor. They turned your energy beam back on you. They could have blown this base apart. They certainly have enough reason to. TARPOK: We are in position. ICHTAR: Release the Myrka. Sauvix, proceed to your station. When the Myrka begins its work, you and your warriors commence the att*ck on the main entry point. VORSHAK: I want damage reports as soon as possible. Maddox, set the computer to analyse the Silurian w*apon. MADDOX: Sir. TEGAN: When did you meet the Silurians, Doctor? DOCTOR: A long time ago. I let them down then, it seems I'll do so again. TEGAN: Are they hostile? DOCTOR: They're honourable. All they ever wanted to do was live in peace. MADDOX: It doesn't compute, sir. DOCTOR: Commander. VORSHAK: Yes, what is it? DOCTOR: You can't fight them. VORSHAK: I can try. DOCTOR: Inform your people. Let them know what's going on down here. VORSHAK: I can't do that. I must maintain radio silence. I can't risk revealing the Sea Base's position to the enemy. DOCTOR: Friend or enemy, it's a distinction that's lost on the Silurians, I assure you. To them you're all the same. Ape-descended primitives. An evolutionary error they obviously mean to correct. VORSHAK: Bridge. GUARD (OOV.): Commander, there's something outside airlock one. It's trying to force the outer door. VORSHAK: Stay there. Get a team down there. Preston, deploy the duty guards to cover all the other airlocks. PRESTON: Yes, Commander. DOCTOR: Let me go with them. I know the Silurians. If I can talk to them, we may be able to avoid bloodshed. VORSHAK: You can try, but remember we have no reason to trust you. Watch him. The first sign of treachery, k*ll him. PRESTON: Any sign of entry? GUARD: No, ma'am. BULIC: Any change? GUARD: No, sir. BULIC: The magnetic locks on the outer door are blown. They're in the airlock. TEGAN: How can you tell? BULIC: The a*t*matic pumps have started up. VORSHAK: Bridge. PRESTON (OOV.): Airlock five is also under att*ck, Commander. VORSHAK: I'll come down at once. Karina, put the reserve team on combat alert. Maddox, stand by for sync up. We may have to contact Sea Base Command after all. NILSON: But Commander, if we do VORSHAK: The Doctor may be right. If he is, these creatures are a thr*at to all mankind. SOLOW: Nilson, we must speak. SOLOW: The base is on w*r alert. NILSON: It's all right. While Vorshak is busy, I'm in command of the bridge. SOLOW: Are we going to activate Maddox? NILSON: Yes. SOLOW: What about the Silurians? What if they manage to break in? NILSON: We shall neutralise the Sea Base whatever happens, and with the help of Maddox we'll destroy all vital circuitry to do with m*ssile and communications. BULIC: Take up defensive positions. TURLOUGH: Will it hold? BULIC: I wouldn't count on it. KARINA: Are you all right? Maddox. Maddox. NILSON: Doctor Solow will take care of Maddox. KARINA: But he's needed here. NILSON: I'm afraid in his present state he's useless. KARINA: Shall I inform the Commander? NILSON: No, no, no, no. I'll do that. You just return to your duties. I'm sure Doctor Solow will have Maddox back at his terminal as soon as possible. TEGAN: What if these Silurians don't want to listen, Doctor? DOCTOR: Look on the bright side, Tegan. DOCTOR: Oh dear. TEGAN: What is it? DOCTOR: The Myrka. VORSHAK: Well? PRESTON: Commander, they're inside the airlock. VORSHAK: That didn't take long. KARINA: What are you doing here? SOLOW: His duty, as I dictate it. KARINA: Sabotage. Maddox, stop it! Maddox, can you hear me? Stop it! KARINA: No! NILSON: Now k*ll her, Maddox. BULIC: Take aim. DOCTOR: I'm afraid the Myrka takes quite a lot to impress. BULIC: f*re! BULIC: We h*t it. TEGAN: He must have k*lled it. DOCTOR: Tegan! BULIC: f*re again. DOCTOR: Are you all right? TEGAN: How would you feel if you'd had a door fall on you? DOCTOR: Anything damaged? TEGAN: My dignity. DOCTOR: Turlough, help me! TURLOUGH: It's no good, we can't lift it. DOCTOR: Keep back. Don't let it touch you. DOCTOR: Bulic, get your people out of here! BULIC: Clear the airlock! DOCTOR: You too, Turlough. TURLOUGH: But Tegan DOCTOR: Get out! TEGAN: You go as well, Doctor. DOCTOR: I'm not leaving you. TEGAN: There's no point in us both dying. DOCTOR: Who's talking about dying? BULIC: The creature's in, sir, and our w*apon are useless against it. VORSHAK (OOV.): Use grenades. BULIC: The Doctor and the girl are trapped in the airlock. VORSHAK (OOV.): Has the creature passed the bulkhead door? BULIC: No, sir. VORSHAK (OOV.): Then close it! Seal the bulkhead off immediately. TURLOUGH: No! VORSHAK (OOV.): What do you mean, no? Do it! The safety of the Base depends on it. TURLOUGH: No, wait. DOCTOR: One last try. DOCTOR: Thank you so much. TEGAN: They've sealed us up! DOCTOR: Brave heart, Tegan. TEGAN: Brave heart? That thing's going to k*ll us.
{"type": "series", "show": "Doctor Who", "episode": "21x02 - Warriors of the Deep - part 2"}
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WARRIORS OF THE DEEP BY: JOHNNY BYRNE Part Three First Air Date: 12 January 1984 Running time: 24:02 TURLOUGH: Open it! BULIC: The controls are locked. It can now only be opened by the bridge. BULIC: Let him go. BULIC: Stay on guard, Sergeant. GUARD: Yes, sir. BULIC: I must see the Commander. The rest of you follow me. TEGAN: That won't do much good. DOCTOR: Get ready. Mind your eyes, Tegan. TEGAN: What did you do to it? DOCTOR: Simple. The charge from the Myrka's body blew up the magazine. TEGAN: It's blinded. DOCTOR: Yes, temporarily. TURLOUGH: The master control to bulkhead one, where is it? NILSON: The Commander's orders were to keep that bulkhead closed. TURLOUGH: I know what the Commander's orders were, but now I'm giving you mine. Open that bulkhead. NILSON: The hydraulic valve has blown. TURLOUGH: The bulkhead opened? NILSON: Yes. But I'm not so sure it closed. TEGAN: What do we do if the Myrka breaks in, Doctor? DOCTOR: Well, hopefully we can stop it before it does too much damage. TEGAN: You said yourself it's practically indestructible. DOCTOR: Yes, we all have an Achilles' heel, Tegan, including the Myrka. Now we must hurry. I must speak to Vorshak. SOLOW: Nilson, I have hidden the woman's body. The escape pod is ready for us. We can leave as soon as Maddox has completed his work. NILSON: Good. TARPOK: The Myrka has broken through the bulkhead door. ICHTAR: Command it to make for its objective. VORSHAK: Vorshak. NILSON (OOV.): The creature's broken into the Base. Turlough forced us to open the bulkhead door. VORSHAK: Sound full alert, Nilson. Get your best people to Airlock One immediately. They must stop that creature. BULIC: Our w*apon have no effect on it. VORSHAK: Have them try! DOCTOR: He's right, Commander. Your w*apon are useless against it. VORSHAK: But not against you. You know what Turlough has done? TEGAN: Yes, he saved our lives. VORSHAK: I ordered that bulkhead to be kept closed. DOCTOR: The bulkhead wouldn't have kept the Myrka out for long. PRESTON: Commander, the seals are about to blow. DOCTOR: If it's any consolation, I may just know how to stop it. VORSHAK: When I want your help, I'll ask for it. DOCTOR: You've got nothing to lose. VORSHAK: I should have you sh*t. DOCTOR: After I've dealt with the Myrka. VORSHAK: All right, but I can't spare you any help. DOCTOR: I need just one person. Someone in authority who can get things done. VORSHAK: Very well. Preston, go with him. PRESTON: Sir. VORSHAK: k*ll him if he gives you any trouble. That's an order. The rest of you, get ready. VORSHAK: Get back! Back. BULIC: They've got us g*n, Commander. VORSHAK: I know. It all depends now on whether this bulkhead can hold them. SAUVIX: Bring forth the cutting device. TURLOUGH: The Doctor and Tegan, where are they? VORSHAK: They're safe, and contributing to the defence of this Base, as you are. TURLOUGH: Sorry? VORSHAK: You're volunteering your services to defend this bulkhead. PRESTON: Preston. GUARD (OOV.): The Myrka's in corridor seven. PRESTON: Delay it's progress as much as possible. GUARD (OOV.): We'll do our best. DOCTOR: It can only be heading for one place. PRESTON: The bridge? DOCTOR: Yes, the bridge. PRESTON: I'll inform the Commander. DOCTOR: Do you have ultraviolet converters on the Base? PRESTON: Yes. DOCTOR: Good. Now, will the Myrka have to pass this way to get to the bridge? PRESTON: If it maintains its present course. DOCTOR: Perfect. I need a converter brought here. PRESTON: Tech unit. BULIC: It's not going to hold. VORSHAK: We must break radio silence. BULIC: Have every enemy listening post pinpoint our position? VORSHAK: Sea Base Command has to know about these creatures. We have no choice. DOCTOR: Ah. Set it up here. PRESTON: That'll be all. Carry on. DOCTOR: Now, what do you think. Will the lighting circuit bear maximum converter load? PRESTON: Just about. TEGAN: What have you got in mind? DOCTOR: I'm planning to bring a little sunshine into the Myrka's life. BULIC (OOV.): The Commander is on his way up to signal Sea Base Command. Have Maddox stand by for sync up. NILSON: Understood. SOLOW: What are you going to do? NILSON: Maddox must finish what he has started. PRESTON: I suppose you know what you're doing. DOCTOR: The Myrka is a creature of the inkiest depths, or it was until the Silurians tinkered with its biology. Anyway, it has little tolerance to light and hopefully none at all to ultraviolet rays. TEGAN: Can you be sure? DOCTOR: No, Tegan. Perhaps you should ask it nicely to go away. NILSON: The work goes well. Wait in the escape pod. I'll join you when I can. SOLOW: What about Maddox's conditioning disc? NILSON: Take it with you. It'll provide essential knowledge. SOLOW: Good luck. PRESTON: Ready? TEGAN: Ready now? DOCTOR: Yes, almost. PRESTON: Doctor Solow. DOCTOR: Look! DOCTOR: Perfect. Almost. GUARD: 43Y. ICHTAR: How fares the course of battle? SAUVIX: The outcome is certain. The ape primitives are no match for my warriors. They will be crushed. VORSHAK: You have everything you need? DOCTOR: Yes, I think so. TEGAN: What happened to Turlough? VORSHAK: He's defending Airlock Five with Bulic. Doctor, I've decided to take your advice. I'm contacting Sea Base Command. DOCTOR: Very wise. GUARD: The Myrka's coming this way, sir. GUARD: It k*lled Doctor Solow. We found this by the body. DOCTOR: Something wrong? VORSHAK: I pray not, Doctor. Get down to Airlock Five. Preston, come with me. VORSHAK: Vorshak. BULIC (OOV.): They're in, sir. The Sea Devils are everywhere. VORSHAK: You must hold them. BULIC: We'll try, Commander. VORSHAK (OOV.): Do what you can. BULIC: Back! Get back! NILSON: Don't die on me, Maddox. Not yet. Not till you've served your purpose. NILSON: Now, hurry. ICHTAR: Are the ape primitives in full retreat? Do you control all strategic areas? SAUVIX: Yes, Ichtar. ICHTAR: Excellent. We expect the Myrka to take the bridge very soon. SAUVIX: Then the outcome is doubly certain. NILSON: Yes? VORSHAK: Maddox's conditioning disc. You were ordered to return it to me. NILSON: Solow was in charge of that disc. I assumed she had. VORSHAK: Where is Maddox? NILSON: Inside, checking the sync circuit. VORSHAK: Get him in here. PRESTON: Commander. VORSHAK: Maddox! What are you doing? PRESTON: He's still alive. VORSHAK: Check the damage to the other computers. DOCTOR: Here it comes. Now we'll know if my theory was right. TEGAN: Switch it on. DOCTOR: Just a few more feet. TEGAN: Switch it on! DOCTOR: All right, Tegan, close your eyes. Make a wish! TEGAN: Is it d*ad? DOCTOR: Very. Let's get back to the bridge. TARPOK: The Myrka has been destroyed. ICHTAR: The ape primitives have more cunning than we thought. Sauvix, divert your warriors. We must capture the bridge without delay. SAUVIX: At once, Ichtar. VORSHAK: You were in charge of the bridge. How could you not know what was going on in here? PRESTON: Commander! Karina's d*ad. She's been m*rder. VORSHAK: You'll answer to a court martial for this, I promise, but first, you'll revive Maddox and decondition him. I want him ready for sync up. We must signal Sea Base Command. NILSON: I'm afraid we can't do that, Commander. VORSHAK: You'll do it! NILSON: Your w*apon, please. TEGAN: What do the Silurians want, Doctor? DOCTOR: Obvious. Control the Base and the proton m*ssile TEGAN: And you control Earth? DOCTOR: Or destroy it. VORSHAK: I trusted you, Nilson. NILSON: Don't take it so hard, Commander. Like you, we were only doing our duty. DOCTOR: The Myrka is d*ad, Commander. NILSON: That's far enough, Doctor. VORSHAK: It seems Nilson is an enemy agent. TEGAN: For the Silurians? VORSHAK: No, our human enemies. NILSON: The power bloc opposed to this Sea Base. DOCTOR: There isn't time for your petty feuds. NILSON: I know what I'm doing, Doctor. DOCTOR: Do you? Before long, the Silurians and the Sea Devils will have control of this Base. VORSHAK: And control of the proton m*ssile. NILSON: m*ssile they can't f*re. Maddox has irreversibly rigged the computers to that effect. DOCTOR: The technology of these creatures predates yours by millions of years. If they intend to f*re those m*ssile, they have the means, I assure you. NILSON: They won't have time. As soon as I've left in the escape pod, this Base will be att*cked and everything on it, including the creatures and all of you, will perish. MADDOX: Nilson, you made me k*ll Karina. Now you're going to NILSON: I'm sorry, Maddox, but your usefulness is at an end. NILSON: Leave him! He's d*ad. NILSON: If any of you try to follow me, she dies. SAUVIX: Isolate them. PRESTON: The computers have been badly damaged. VORSHAK: Vorshak. GUARD (OOV.): There's not much more we can do, sir. The Sea Devils have just breached the bridge perimeter. VORSHAK: Where are Bulic and Turlough? GUARD (OOV.): d*ad, or taken, Commander. VORSHAK: I'm sorry. DOCTOR: I'm going after Nilson. SAUVIX: The way to the bridge is cleared. TURLOUGH: We've got to get out of here. BULIC: To go where? The Sea Devils are all over the place. TURLOUGH: The TARDIS? At least we'd be safe there. NILSON: Be still, woman. Pity all the Doctor's efforts were to no avail. TEGAN: You haven't got away yet. NILSON: Stay where you are. You were very foolish to follow me, Doctor. DOCTOR: Let Tegan go. She's of no use to you now. k*lling us won't make your escape any easier. You f*re, and every Sea Devil in the area will come running. NILSON: I'll take that risk. DOCTOR: Tegan, make a wish! NILSON: Goodbye, Doctor. DOCTOR: Goodbye. SAUVIX: Your turn.
{"type": "series", "show": "Doctor Who", "episode": "21x03 - Warriors of the Deep - part 3"}
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WARRIORS OF THE DEEP BY: JOHNNY BYRNE Part Four First Air Date: 13 January 1984 Running time: 24:48 DOCTOR: How do you do? I'm the Doctor. Haven't we met before? TURLOUGH: What's this? BULIC: A ventilation shaft. TARPOK: The Sea Devil warriors have captured the reactor room. ICHTAR: Excellent. VORSHAK: Allow my crew to surrender. ICHTAR: It is they who insist upon fighting. SCIBUS: The damage is assessed, Ichtar. The computer can be restored to normal functioning. ICHTAR: Perfect. DOCTOR: Ichtar. TEGAN: You know him? DOCTOR: Yes. I thought he'd been k*lled. ICHTAR: Remove these people from the bridge. DOCTOR: You do not recognise me now, but we are known to each other. ICHTAR: You are mistaken. Take him away. DOCTOR: No, wait, wait, please. In an earlier regeneration you knew me as the Doctor. ICHTAR: The Doctor? You can prove what you say? DOCTOR: I know that you are Ichtar, the surviving leader of the noble Silurian Triad. When we last met I tried to mediate between you and the people of Earth. ICHTAR: So it is you. DOCTOR: May we speak? ICHTAR: The Doctor and Commander Vorshak will remain. Remove the others. ICHTAR: I will listen to what you say, but I should tell you that the Silurians have long since abandoned the way of mediation. DOCTOR: So it seems. Why? A civilised race like yours, waging unprovoked w*r? ICHTAR: Defensive w*r, Doctor. There is a distinction. Silurian law forbids any other. DOCTOR: Defensive? There's no such thing. When we last met, your supreme wish was to live at peace with the other inhabitants of this planet. Now, why change such an enlightened policy now? ICHTAR: Our policy has always been peaceful survival. All that has changed is the means by which it can be achieved. DOCTOR: What, by actions such as we've seen here? ICHTAR: You forget. Twice we offered the hand of friendship to these ape-descended primitives, and twice we were treacherously att*cked, our people slaughtered. It will not happen again. DOCTOR: There can be no alternative to peaceful co-existence. ICHTAR: There is, Doctor. A final solution. DOCTOR: Genocide? When everything you Silurians hold sacred forbids it? ICHTAR: We will harm no one. These ape primitives will destroy themselves. We, Doctor, will merely provide the pretext. DOCTOR: You'll trigger the w*r this Base was designed to fight. ICHTAR: Yes. And these human beings will die as they have lived, in a sea of their own blood. TEGAN (OOV.): Let go! Let go of me, you **** TEGAN: Leave me alone! Let go of me. TEGAN: You're alive. TURLOUGH: Alive, well, and trying to escape. Would one of you mind keeping watch, please? PRESTON: I will. TARPOK: Binary circuits of the computer are now functioning. ICHTAR: Can we activate the m*ssile data banks? TARPOK: We will need the Commander's hand scan for clearance. VORSHAK: You'll get no help from me, Silurian. ICHTAR: Your hand scan, Commander. I will not ask again. DOCTOR: I would do as he says if I were you, Commander. VORSHAK: No. DOCTOR: Alive or d*ad, they can still use your hand scan, and while there's life there's also hope. ICHTAR: Thank you, Doctor. VORSHAK: Those m*ssile will never leave their pads, not without a sync operator to complete the f*ring sequence. DOCTOR: Not so. VORSHAK: A sync operator is our insurance against unauthorised launch. DOCTOR: If my guess is right, that little piece of Silurian gadgetry will more than make up for the lack of a sync operator unless we're able to do something about it. TURLOUGH: Back to the TARDIS. TEGAN: No, not the TARDIS, the bridge. They've got the Doctor up there as well as the Commander. Do you think we can get them both away? TURLOUGH: What is it about Earth people that makes them think a futile gesture is a noble one? TEGAN: Turlough BULIC: You would prefer we left our friends to die? TURLOUGH: If there was any chance of saving them, I'd be the first to go, but there isn't! TEGAN: Look, we don't know until we've checked. Coming? SCIBUS: The m*ssile are retargeted. ICHTAR: Excellent. DOCTOR: Do you intend to explode those m*ssile in space? ICHTAR: Yes. DOCTOR: Launching those things will trigger a holocaust. You'll destroy everyone. ICHTAR: The Silurians and Sea Devils will survive. DOCTOR: To be masters of a d*ad planet. ICHTAR: Not quite, Doctor. Still safely hidden away in deep hibernation is the true life force of this planet. When restored, our civilisation will rule the Earth once more. DOCTOR: I see. PRESTON: All clear. PRESTON: Turlough. TURLOUGH: What's the matter? PRESTON: They would have stood a better chance if we'd gone with them. TURLOUGH: A better chance of what, of dying? I don't think so. I think they'll manage that very nicely themselves, thank you. PRESTON: Look TURLOUGH: Put your foot in. PRESTON: Really. TURLOUGH: Come on. DOCTOR: What about us? Are we included in your final solution? ICHTAR: We bear you no malice, Doctor. Once we have finished here, you and your companions will be released. DOCTOR: And the rest of these people? ICHTAR: They will die. An act of mercy, since there will be nobody for them to rejoin. Commander, you will please join me at the master console. DOCTOR: Commander. VORSHAK: Yes, I know. BULIC: The Doctor. ICHTAR: Initiate the test f*ring sequence. TEGAN: Did he see you? BULIC: Yes, and he'd better hurry. It can't be long before they discover we've escaped. DOCTOR: Excellent timing. Is Turlough safe? TEGAN: Yes. DOCTOR: Lead on. BULIC: But aren't we going to get the Commander out? DOCTOR: Impossible. They need him in there. BULIC: Well, we must at least try. DOCTOR: Not here, not now. We'll come back for him, I promise. TEGAN: Where are we going? DOCTOR: The chemical store. PRESTON: This way. SAUVIX: The primitives have escaped. ICHTAR: Explain. SAUVIX: Where is the Doctor? ICHTAR: Commander? Find the Doctor. Find the primitives. k*ll them! TURLOUGH: They must be mopping up survivors. PRESTON: Or your friends. Either way, shouldn't we help them? ICHTAR: Connect the manipulator. TEGAN: Hurry up, Doctor. DOCTOR: Shush. TURLOUGH: Doctor. DOCTOR: Turlough. TURLOUGH: You didn't think I'd leave you? TEGAN: It never crossed my mind. PRESTON: Where were you going? DOCTOR: The chemical store. BULIC: This way. ICHTAR: Is the computer fully operational? TARPOK: Restored and tested. ICHTAR: Then align the manipulator to the computer. DOCTOR: Watch the doors. TEGAN: What are we looking for? DOCTOR: An alternative to this. Something less lethal that will do the job just as well. PRESTON: Do you know what the Silurians want? DOCTOR: Oh yes, all in all they were very forthcoming, really. They intend to launch your m*ssile and trigger a w*r to end all wars, between your people, of course. TURLOUGH: Doctor! PRESTON: What happened? DOCTOR: Hexachromite. It does that to all reptile life. PRESTON: Then use it on the inv*de. DOCTOR: And k*ll them? PRESTON: Why not? They're about to start a w*r that will destroy everyone on Earth. DOCTOR: I sometimes wonder why I like the people of this miserable planet so much. The Silurians and Sea Devils are noble races. They have skills and talents you pathetic humans can only dream about. TURLOUGH: That doesn't alter what they're about to do. DOCTOR: No. No, and we must stop them. TEGAN: What's the alternative? DOCTOR: Something that will disable rather than k*ll. TARPOK: Manipulator aligned with the computer. SCIBUS: Alignment confirmed. ICHTAR: Good. Then we can proceed. ICHTAR: Is this a practice m*ssile run? VORSHAK: It's impossible to tell. ICHTAR: Check the manipulator. SCIBUS: Readings confirm a computer controlled practice run. ICHTAR: It is time to stop this game. Activate the manipulator. Launch the m*ssile. BULIC: m*ssile alert. PRESTON: Doctor DOCTOR: Yes, I hear. What does it mean? BULIC: Final countdown is imminent. TURLOUGH: What are you going to do? TEGAN: You must decide, Doctor. Billions of people could die. DOCTOR: Yes, all right. Turlough, get the grill open. Preston, fetch that pump. We have to feed the gas into the ventilation system. SCIBUS: m*ssile are armed and targeted. VORSHAK: You're mad. ICHTAR: The ape primitives have developed this w*apon. We cannot be held responsible for it. VORSHAK: Contact the heads of governments. Tell them your demands. They'll listen. ICHTAR: Your people have already had their chance. VORSHAK: Try one more time, for pity's sake. ICHTAR: It is too late for pity. It is much too late. DOCTOR: It'll take some time for the gas to spread throughout the Base. TEGAN: Will it be fast enough? DOCTOR: I hope it won't be necessary at all. If I can get to the bridge in time, I may be able to reason with Ichtar, persuade him to abandon the m*ssile run. TURLOUGH: You've tried that already. DOCTOR: Yes, well, this time I'll have something to back my argument. ICHTAR: Soon it'll all be over. TARPOK: There is computer resistance to the manipulator. VORSHAK: I said you wouldn't succeed. ICHTAR: Increase power, Tarpok. It seems that your computers are as stubborn as you are, Commander. DOCTOR: Now, I want you all to go back to the TARDIS. You'll be safer there whatever happens. BULIC: We've gone to yellow alert. DOCTOR: I must go. SAUVIX: So, Doctor, I have found you. ICHTAR: Speak. SAUVIX (OOV.): I have found the Doctor. ICHTAR: And you have your orders. k*ll him. DOCTOR: You must listen to me. SAUVIX: No, Doctor, you must die. But first, switch off the pump. TEGAN: She's d*ad. DOCTOR: A waste. TEGAN: Well, don't let her death count for nothing. DOCTOR: No. No, I must get to the bridge. TEGAN: Doctor, you'll need some help. DOCTOR: Yes, all right. Bring oxygen. We may need it. SCIBUS: The computer has s*ab. TARPOK: The manipulator has regained control. ICHTAR: Now do you believe me, Commander? DOCTOR: It's working, and quickly. I can't bargain with Ichtar if his guards are d*ad. VORSHAK: No! ICHTAR: Fetch him. VORSHAK: I will not be responsible for the destruction of my own kind. ICHTAR: The final phase. ICHTAR: Disarm them! You're just in time to witness the m*ssile launch, Doctor. DOCTOR: No, wait. Your warriors are dying everywhere. Abandon the base. TEGAN: Look, it's hexachromite gas. DOCTOR: Abandon the launch! There's still time to save your own lives. ICHTAR: There are millions more ready to replace us. DOCTOR: Who will replace you? With you dies the last of the Triad, the custodians of your race. What will become of your people then? ICHTAR: You talk in vain, Doctor. k*ll them! k*ll them! DOCTOR: Bulic, turn off the gas! ICHTAR: Commence ignition, Scibus! DOCTOR: The m*ssile are set to f*re. How long have we got? VORSHAK: Less than three minutes. DOCTOR: What's the abort procedure? VORSHAK: Well, a phased electrical charge aimed directly at the ignition circuit. It restores the launch to simulation. DOCTOR: Well, it must be done at once. VORSHAK: It's impossible. Only a sync operator can do it, and Maddox is d*ad. DOCTOR: Well, I shall have to try. VORSHAK: But the computer would burn out your mind in seconds. DOCTOR: Oh, you have a better idea? VORSHAK: Very well, get into the seat. TURLOUGH: Doctor, try to disconnect the computer first. DOCTOR: No, no, there isn't time. VORSHAK: He's right. We're already on final countdown to ignition. DOCTOR: Tegan, look after the Silurians. Give them oxygen. VORSHAK: Now, I can perform the manual tasks, but you will have to do the rest. TEGAN: Good luck, Doctor. TURLOUGH: The strain's too great. He'll never manage it. VORSHAK: No. No, his mind is synchronised with the computer. Doctor, can you hear me? VORSHAK: I'm going to switch you through to the ignition circuit. TURLOUGH: The oxygen isn't having much effect. TEGAN: This one's coming round. TURLOUGH: See to the other Silurian there. VORSHAK: I've isolated the ignition circuit, Doctor. Can you identify it? Nod if you can. VORSHAK: Concentrate, Doctor. I will now feed in the charge. To burn out the circuit, concentrate and direct it. TEGAN: Turlough! VORSHAK: The charge must be in phase with the pulse of the circuit. If not, it will destroy you. TURLOUGH: Look out, Commander. VORSHAK: Now concentrate, Doctor. Let nothing distract you. VORSHAK: Now, Doctor! VORSHAK: You've done it. VORSHAK: He did it! TEGAN: He's alive. TURLOUGH: The Commander wasn't so lucky, I'm afraid. He's been sh*t. DOCTOR: Did I succeed? TEGAN: Yes, Doctor. TURLOUGH: They're all d*ad, you know. DOCTOR: There should have been another way.
{"type": "series", "show": "Doctor Who", "episode": "21x04 - Warriors of the Deep - part 4"}
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THE AWAKENING BY: ERIC PRINGLE Part One First Air Date: 19 January 1984 Running time: 25:18 JANE: Ben? Ben? Are you there, Ben? JANE: Careful! You'll k*ll someone. JANE: Don't touch me! Get off! WOLSEY: It's only me. JANE: Ben. Ben, you're mad! WOLSEY: Nonsense, my dear. Just a bit of fun. JANE: Fun? JANE: Sir George, you must stop these w*r games. HUTCHINSON: Stop them? Why, Miss Hampden, you of all people, our school teacher, should appreciate the value of reenacting actual events. It's a living history. JANE: It's getting out of hand. The village is in turmoil. HUTCHINSON: So there's been a little damage. That's the way people used to behave in those days. It's a game. You must expect high spirits. JANE: Not when people can get hurt. It must stop. HUTCHINSON: And so it shall. We have but one last battle to fight. Join us. See the merit of what we do. TURLOUGH: Is that any better? DOCTOR: Er, no. No, no, still some time distortion. TEGAN: Is there a problem? We are going to Earth? DOCTOR: Date, time and place asked for. How else could you visit your grandfather? TURLOUGH: We're nearly there. DOCTOR: See? DOCTOR: Hmm. Well, we've arrived. TURLOUGH: We've h*t an energy field. DOCTOR: Unexpected aura for a quiet English village. TEGAN: Let's get out of here. TURLOUGH: Quickly, Doctor. Relocate the TARDIS. TEGAN: Hold on! There's something out there. DOCTOR: He's trapped. If there's another fall, he'll be k*lled. TURLOUGH: We can't go out there! TURLOUGH: Doctor! TEGAN: He's gone. DOCTOR: Hello? Hello! DOCTOR: Wait, please. TEGAN: Did you see his clothes? We're in the wrong century. TURLOUGH: We're not. I checked the time monitor. It is 1984. DOCTOR: Let's have a look around. HUTCHINSON: I don't understand you. Every man, woman and child in this village is involved in these w*r games except you. Why? It's great fun. An adventure. JANE: I understand that. HUTCHINSON: Then join us. Your influence could temper the more high-spirited, prevent accidents. JANE: Look, I don't care if a few high-spirited kids get their heads banged together. It's gone beyond that. Suppose what happened to me happens to somebody else, a stranger, a visitor to the village. HUTCHINSON: There will be no visitors to the village. It's been isolated from the outside world. No one can enter or leave. JANE: You can't do that! HUTCHINSON: Can't I? It's been done. TEGAN: Where'd he go? TURLOUGH: Well, if he can move that quickly, he can't be hurt very badly. DOCTOR: Interesting. TEGAN: I don't like it. DOCTOR: Then admire the craftsmanship. Seventeenth century. Probably of a man being chased by the devil. Must admit I've never seen anything quite like it before. TEGAN: Looks as though a b*mb's h*t the place. TURLOUGH: Maybe it did. TEGAN: Can we find my grandfather? TURLOUGH: What was that? DOCTOR: A ghost. TURLOUGH: Why'd they build the church so far from the village? TEGAN: Perhaps they were refused planning permission. DOCTOR: Behave yourselves. We have company. TURLOUGH: We should go back. DOCTOR: Too late. WILLOW: Where do you think you're going? This is Sir George Hutchinson's land. DOCTOR: If we're trespassing, I apologise. WILLOW: Little Hodcombe, for your own safety, is a closed area. We're in the middle of a w*r game. TEGAN: We're here to visit my grandfather. WILLOW: You'd better see Sir George. He'll sort it out. Move out! TEGAN: Stop it! Leave me alone! WOLSEY: What's going on here? WILLOW: Trespassers, Colonel. I've arrested them. JANE: I don't believe this. WOLSEY: Are you sure you should be doing this? WILLOW: Sir George has been informed. WOLSEY: I'm sorry about this. Some of the men do get a bit carried away. We'll soon have the business sorted out and you safely on your way. DOCTOR: Thank you. It's a very impressive room, Colonel. WOLSEY: My pride and joy. DOCTOR: Seventeenth century. WOLSEY: Yes, perfect in every detail. TEGAN: What is going on? JANE: I'm sorry, I don't know. I think everyone's gone mad. TEGAN: Look, we don't want to interfere. We're just here to visit my grandfather. WILLOW: Oh yes? And who might he be? TEGAN: Andrew Verney. WILLOW: Verney? TEGAN: What's wrong? JANE: He disappeared a few days ago. TEGAN: Well, has anything been done to find him? JANE: Ben? TEGAN: Well? DOCTOR: Now calm down, Tegan. I'm sure we can sort this out. TEGAN: Oh, for heaven's sake! DOCTOR: Tegan, come back! Turlough, fetch her, will you? DOCTOR: Please. WILLOW: You! Stay where you are! TEGAN: What are you doing? Give me that back! HUTCHINSON: What's this? WILLOW: He tried to escape, sir. HUTCHINSON: He isn't a prisoner, Sergeant Willow. You must treat visitors with more respect. DOCTOR: What is going on? HUTCHINSON: A celebration. On the thirteenth of July, 1643, the English Civil w*r came to Little Hodcombe. A Parliamentary force and a regiment for the King destroyed each other, and the village. DOCTOR: And you're celebrating that? HUTCHINSON: Why not? It's our heritage. JANE: It's a madness. HUTCHINSON: Yes. Miss Hampden, you see, disagrees with our activities. DOCTOR: Hmm. I can understand why. HUTCHINSON: Who are you? DOCTOR: I'm known as the Doctor. HUTCHINSON: Are you a member of the theatrical profession? DOCTOR: No more than you are. HUTCHINSON: Ah. Ha, ha! How did you get to the village? DOCTOR: Through the woods, via the church. WILLOW: That's where I found him, sir. HUTCHINSON: I would avoid the church, if I were you. It's very dangerous. Could fall down at any minute. DOCTOR: Hmm, so I'd noticed. HUTCHINSON: However, since you're here, you must join in our games. It's our final battle. DOCTOR: Do you know, I'd love to, but first I must find Tegan and Turlough, and Tegan's grandfather. I gather he's disappeared. Good day! HUTCHINSON: Wait, wait, wait. WILLOW: Tegan is Verney's granddaughter. HUTCHINSON: Double the perimeter guard. He mustn't get out of the village. And help him find Verney's granddaughter. WILLOW: Right. HUTCHINSON: I've something rather special in mind for her. JANE: Detaining people against their will is illegal, Sir George. The Doctor and his friends included. HUTCHINSON: I shouldn't let that bother you, Miss Hampden. As the local magistrate, I shall find myself quite innocent. TEGAN: Oh, no! Come on! Help! TEGAN: Oh, it's you. TURLOUGH: What's happening? TEGAN: Later. Let's get away from here first. DOCTOR: Turlough! Tegan! DOCTOR: Wait! Come back! DOCTOR: How could he get so far? WOLSEY: We'll never find her. She could be anywhere. WILLOW: Ask for more men. WOLSEY: Hutchinson won't allow it. He's got everyone guarding the perimeter. WILLOW: We're wasting our time with only four searching. If he wants her so badly, he's got to find more men. WOLSEY: Ring him. WILLOW: Not allowed. I'll have to go back to the house. WOLSEY: All right. Carry on searching, you two. Try Verney's cottage again. She might be there. I'll come with you. DOCTOR: Hello? I saw you enter. All I want is Tegan's bag. What have you done with her? I know you can hear me. DOCTOR: g*n. CHANDLER: Sorry it took me so long. Thought he'd never eat. DOCTOR: Who are you? I'm the Doctor. CHANDLER: Doctor? That don't be a proper name. Will Chandler be a proper name. DOCTOR: I won't hurt you. CHANDLER: I will h*t 'ee. My hand's hurting. DOCTOR: Show me. DOCTOR: What were you doing in there? CHANDLER: It's a priest hole, innit. I hid from fighting. DOCTOR: What fighting? CHANDLER: What fighting? Ere, where you been then? DOCTOR: What year is this? CHANDLER: Ah, I knows that one. Year sixteen hundred and forty three. DOCTOR: Sixteen hundred and forty three. CHANDLER: Is the battle done? DOCTOR: Er, yes, Will. Battle's done. DOCTOR: Ah, just in time. TEGAN: Time? We almost didn't make it. TURLOUGH: We have to get out of here. TEGAN: There's something very strange going on. DOCTOR: Yes, I know. TURLOUGH: Who is that? DOCTOR: Will Chandler. CHANDLER: Sir? TEGAN: Where did he come from? DOCTOR: Ah, well, that's something we're going to have to talk about. MAN (OOV.): We lost them through the woods. HUTCHINSON: Where is she? WOLSEY: We can't find her. We need more men. HUTCHINSON: I want Tegan, not excuses, Wolsey. JANE: Don't listen to him, Ben. HUTCHINSON: Miss Hampden, you are beginning to bore me with your constant bleating. WILLOW: She doesn't understand. We must have our Queen of the May. HUTCHINSON: Precisely. Think of it as the resurrection of an old tradition. JANE: Not the way you'd like to celebrate it. I know the old custom of this village. I know what happens to a May Queen at the end of her reign. WOLSEY: We're not going to harm her. JANE: You might not. I'm not so sure about them. HUTCHINSON: The tradition must continue. Something is coming to our village. Something very wonderful and strange. WOLSEY: We must find Tegan. JANE: You're so gullible, Ben. You'll do anything he says. JANE: Right, I'm going to the police. I'll soon put a stop to this. WILLOW: Shut up! Just be grateful it is the stranger who is to be crowned Queen of the May. It so easily could have been you. WILLOW: And it still might be if we don't find her. DOCTOR: There's been a confusion in time. Somehow 1984 has become linked with 1643. TURLOUGH: What about the apparitions? DOCTOR: Psychic projections. TEGAN: The man we saw when we arrived? He was real enough. DOCTOR: Still a psychic projection, but with substance. TURLOUGH: Matter projected from the past? That would require enormous energy. DOCTOR: An alien power source. TEGAN: What about Will? DOCTOR: A projection, too, and at the moment a benign one. TURLOUGH: This crack has got larger. DOCTOR: Yes. Ominous, isn't it? As is the fact your grandfather has disappeared. I think it's time I sought some answers. TEGAN: Where? DOCTOR: The village. TEGAN: Always so scientific. DOCTOR: Come on, Will. You're coming with me. TEGAN: What about us? DOCTOR: You'll be safer in the TARDIS. And don't argue. Will! TURLOUGH: You heard the Doctor. CHANDLER: This ain't possible. DOCTOR: Look at the others. DOCTOR: Will, in here. TURLOUGH: We're too late. TEGAN: We must tell the Doctor. DOCTOR: Strange. Will, come and see. DOCTOR: What's the matter? Will? Will, what happened in 1643? CHANDLER: Troopers come. DOCTOR: No. No, no. Something else. CHANDLER: Malus come. Malus's got to w*r, ain't he? He makes fighting worse. He makes them hate more. DOCTOR: The Malus is just a superstition. CHANDLER: No, no, no. I've seen Malus. I seen it. TURLOUGH: Now where? TEGAN: He said he was going to the village. TURLOUGH: Let's go, but watch out for those horsemen. DOCTOR: Will, tell me what happened? How did it appear? CHANDLER: It was Roundheads and Cavaliers, and they were fighting in church. And there was a wind coming. Such a wind. And then Malus, he came from nowhere. DOCTOR: What did it look like? Like this? Did it look like this? CHANDLER: Yes! DOCTOR: It's all right, it's all right, it's all right. DOCTOR: Interesting. Come on, Will. TEGAN: It's eerie. TURLOUGH: Where is everyone? TEGAN: Oh, no! TURLOUGH: Split up! TEGAN: Let me go! WILLOW: Not yet, my dear. WOLSEY: Do you have to enjoy this sort of thing quite so much? WILLOW: Just obeying orders, Colonel. WOLSEY: That's what they all say. WILLOW: Ha! HUTCHINSON: After her! You'll need some light. Get a candle. DOCTOR: Stay close, Will. DOCTOR: Quickly. HUTCHINSON (OOV.): Come on, hurry yourselves. Through here. DOCTOR: In here. HUTCHINSON: Keep that light near. We'll catch her before the church. Move yourselves! I don't want this to take all day. CHANDLER: They be troopers. DOCTOR: No, no, just twentieth century men playing a particularly nasty game. WILLOW: Change into that. TEGAN: Why? WILLOW: Just do as you're told. Unless you want me to do it for you. HUTCHINSON: She won't get far. The village is sealed. Get me Sergeant Willow. I must see how the preparations are going. And see my horse is brought round immediately. I'll spend no more time on this. JANE: It's not like Sir George to give up so easily. DOCTOR: Be grateful. Where do the steps lead? JANE: Colonel Wolsey's house. This must be the passage Andrew Verney discovered. He's our local historian. DOCTOR: Yes, Tegan told me. DOCTOR: Just a minute. JANE: What is it? DOCTOR: It's metal. JANE: It can't be. It's all squashy. DOCTOR: It's tinclavic. JANE: Tinclavic? What is it? Where has it come from? DOCTOR: The planet Ragga. Let's get back to the church. TEGAN: Don't you ever knock before entering a room? WILLOW: You'd better be careful. You're beginning to annoy me. TEGAN: What are you doing? WILLOW: Those are your clothes now, compliments of Sir George Hutchinson. You're our Queen of the May. TEGAN: What? JANE: Oh, slow down. What do you mean, this is from the planet Ragga? DOCTOR: Precisely what I said. The Tereleptils mine tinclavic for more or less the exclusive use of the people of Hakol. That's in the star system Rifta, you know. JANE: Oh, no. I've escaped from one madman to find another. Do you expect me to believe what you're saying? DOCTOR: Well, you take that sample to any metallurgist and they'll confirm it isn't from this planet. JANE: You're serious. DOCTOR: Never more so. JANE: Very well, then. For the sake of argument, I'll accept what you say, but how did it come to Little Hodcombe? DOCTOR: As part of a space vehicle. JANE: A space ship from Hakol landed here? Is that what you're trying to say? DOCTOR: Well, more likely a computer-controlled reconnaissance vehicle. JANE: How silly of me not to know. DOCTOR: Tell me, was Andrew Verney engaged in any research concerning the Malus? JANE: I believe he was, yes. DOCTOR: That's what must have led him to the tunnel and the remains of the Hakol probe. CHANDLER: See? I seen the Malus. DOCTOR: I believe you, Will. My sincerest apologies for ever doubting you. JANE: Doctor, the Malus is a myth, a legend. Some mumbo-jumbo connected with apparitions or something. DOCTOR: That's precisely what Will saw. You see, on Hakol, psychic energy is a force that's been harnessed in much the same way as electricity is here. JANE: But what has that got to do with the Malus legend? DOCTOR: The thing you call the Malus was on board the Hakol probe. JANE: Oh. I see what you mean. It's still here. Doctor, that wasn't there the other day. CHANDLER: Don't touch it.! JANE: He's right, Doctor. There's suddenly a very strange atmosphere in here. DOCTOR: No, come and have a look at this. CHANDLER: No! No! JANE: Look out! Doctor!
{"type": "series", "show": "Doctor Who", "episode": "21x05 - The Awakening - part 1"}
foreverdreaming
THE AWAKENING BY: ERIC PRINGLE Part Two First Air Date: 20 January 1984 Running time: 24:47 JANE: Doctor, are you all right? JANE: Are you sure you're all right? DOCTOR: Yes. JANE: It's a face. DOCTOR: Look at it. Does it look familiar? JANE: Yes, I, I've seen it before. DOCTOR: Behind you. JANE: But that's a representation of the devil! DOCTOR: Yes. It's interesting, isn't it? DOCTOR: So there you are. JANE: What's that? DOCTOR: Psychic projection. Over here, Will. JANE: It looks so real. DOCTOR: Well, to all intents and purposes he is. CHANDLER: It were like that before. Battle's coming. DOCTOR: No, Will, come back. CHANDLER: I'm not going to w*r again. TURLOUGH: All right, all right. You've made your point. HUTCHINSON: One by one, you and your companions will return to my fold, and you will never get out again. It is a pity you've seen this. Lock him up. DOCTOR: Stand perfectly still. JANE: What is it? DOCTOR: I told you. It's a psychic projection. JANE: It pains me to say it, but I'm sorry I ever doubted you. DOCTOR: We all learn by our mistakes. JANE: Now what? DOCTOR: More psychic disturbance. DOCTOR: Ah. It seems he intends to k*ll us. Make for the underground passage. Run! VERNEY: Don't be afraid. My name's Andrew Verney. JANE: Doctor, slow down. That thing isn't following us. DOCTOR: I need to speak to Sir George. JANE: Haven't you got enough troubles? DOCTOR: Do you know anything about psychic energy? JANE: Oh, you know I don't. DOCTOR: Then a quick lesson. It can of course occur in many and varied forms, but the type here, capable of creating projections, requires a focus point. JANE: Uh huh? DOCTOR: Oh dear, oh dear. A medium. JANE: Oh, as with a poltergeist? DOCTOR: Yes, a bit more complicated. In this it isn't the medium that's creating the projections, but the Malus. The medium simply gathers all the psychic energy for it to use. And what at the moment is creating the most psychic energy? JANE: Um, er. DOCTOR: The w*r games. JANE: The w*r games? DOCTOR: And who controls the games? JANE: You'd better speak to Sir George. DOCTOR: Yes, the trouble is, I don't think he can have any idea of what he's doing. The Malus is pure evil. Given enough energy, it will not only destroy him, but everything else. Cheer up. WOLSEY: You wouldn't get very far. TEGAN: What? WOLSEY: If you tried to escape. There are troopers everywhere. TEGAN: I wouldn't dream of putting you to so much trouble. WOLSEY: I rather think we're all Sir George's prisoners at the moment. If it's any comfort to you, your grandfather is safe. TEGAN: Then let me see him. HUTCHINSON: All in good time. You look charming, my dear. Positively charming. TEGAN: Thanks for nothing. Can I have my clothes back, please? HUTCHINSON: Oh, but you're to be our Queen of the May. You must dress the part. TEGAN: I'm not in the mood for playing silly games. HUTCHINSON: This is no game. You are about to take part in an event that will change the future of mankind. TURLOUGH: Solid. Why are they keeping you prisoner here? VERNEY: Because of what I discovered. Have you been to the church? TURLOUGH: Oh. Yes. VERNEY: Years of research to discover something as evil as the Malus was more than just a legend. TURLOUGH: It wasn't active when you discovered it? VERNEY: My mistake was telling Sir George Hutchinson. It was his deranged mind who caused its awakening. TURLOUGH: We must get out of here, let the Doctor know what's happening. VERNEY: But how? TURLOUGH: Are there any guards? VERNEY: I don't know. TURLOUGH: Guard! Guard! What are you like as a battering ram? DOCTOR: Not much further. JANE: Doctor, wait. Will said he saw the Malus in 1643, in the church. DOCTOR: That's right. JANE: It's been there for hundreds of years. DOCTOR: Long before the Civil w*r started. JANE: Then why has it been dormant for so long? DOCTOR: It requires a massive force of psychic energy to activate it. When the Civil w*r came to Little Hodcombe, it created precisely that. JANE: And Sir George is trying to recreate the same event. DOCTOR: Yes, in every detail. Tegan's grandfather must have told him everything he discovered. He knows it's the only way for the Malus to be fully activated. JANE: Doctor, I've had a terrible thought. The last battle in the w*r games has to be for real! DOCTOR: Precisely. The slaughter will be dreadful. JANE: You must stop him! DOCTOR: Yes, I know. TEGAN (OOV.): History is littered with loonies like you. TEGAN: Fortunately, most of them end up safely locked away. HUTCHINSON: Insight is often mistaken for madness, my dear. WOLSEY: I didn't realise that the Malus was so evil. HUTCHINSON: Don't worry, Wolsey. It will serve us. TEGAN: It will use you. DOCTOR: Tegan's right. You're energising a force so irresistibly destructive that nothing on Earth can control it. You must stop the w*r games. HUTCHINSON: Stop it? Are you mad? You speak treason. DOCTOR: Fluently! Stop the games. HUTCHINSON: Eliminate him, Wolsey. Now. JANE: Put that down, Ben. WOLSEY: I don't understand him any more. DOCTOR: Don't try. He's under the influence of the Malus. Are you with us, Colonel? WOLSEY: Can you tell me what's going on, because I don't know any longer. TEGAN: Doctor. TEGAN: Be careful. JANE: It's the thing in the church. DOCTOR: Not quite. It's a projection of the parent image, probably one of several energy-gathering points. TEGAN: Keep away from it. DOCTOR: Oh, it has no force, yet. WOLSEY: Well, let's put a stop to it. DOCTOR: I'm afraid you can't hurt it, Colonel. It has no substance. WOLSEY: We have to do something. DOCTOR: We must prevent the reenactment. Spoil it in any way we can. Reduce the amount of psychic energy being produced. TEGAN: Good. Then we can forget the May Queen procession. WOLSEY: The cart to take you to the village is already here. DOCTOR: Will there be guards for this procession? WOLSEY: No, I'm the only escort, but they will send somebody to investigate. DOCTOR: Make sure that Tegan and Jane get safely back to the church. You can use the underground passage. I must search for Turlough and Will, and er, good luck. TEGAN: Do you know where my clothes are? WOLSEY: I'll fetch them for you, but stay as you are for the moment. TEGAN: Why? WOLSEY: Because if you don't turn up on that cart, Hutchinson will turn out the whole village to search for you. The Doctor won't stand a chance. TURLOUGH: This door must give soon. VERNEY: Agreed. But at the moment all we're doing is wearing out our shoulders. TURLOUGH: There's no other way. DOCTOR: Are you all right? CHANDLER: It's just like before. DOCTOR: The last time you saw the Malus. CHANDLER: I's not pleased. CHANDLER: They burn Queen of the May. DOCTOR: The toast of Little Hodcombe. CHANDLER: Tain't funny. She were screaming. DOCTOR: That's nothing to what Tegan would have done. Come on. HUTCHINSON: Stop that man! Stop! Hold him! WILLOW: You're just in time for the show. You can have a front seat. HUTCHINSON: Something's wrong. HUTCHINSON: What happened? WOLSEY: Here's your Queen of the May, Sir George. You can burn her if you wish. Not as attractive as Tegan, but more humane. HUTCHINSON: What are you trying to do, wreck everything? WOLSEY: No, trying to return some sanity to these proceedings. HUTCHINSON: You've ruined it. You've ruined everything. k*ll him. DOCTOR: Over here, Will. DOCTOR: Back to the church, and thank you, Colonel. HUTCHINSON: After them! After them! VERNEY: We must get to the church and destroy the Malus before it becomes too powerful. TURLOUGH: Let's find the Doctor first. VERNEY: We haven't got the time. We can spend the whole day looking. Come on! DOCTOR: Come on, there's still a lot to do. DOCTOR: Hurry. DOCTOR: You didn't close the doors! TEGAN: There was no point. Something was already inside it. DOCTOR: This is all we need. DOCTOR: Quietly, now. Don't alarm it. TEGAN: What are you doing? DOCTOR: Well, if I can lock the signal conversion unit onto the frequency of the psychic energy feeding it, I might be able to direct the Malus. WOLSEY: Is that possible? DOCTOR: Well, there's a remote chance. TEGAN: Doctor. DOCTOR: Ah. Perhaps you should close the doors. WOLSEY: They didn't waste much time. WILLOW: A police box? TROOPER: It's locked. WILLOW: Well, don't just stand there, break it open. TEGAN: Doctor, the Malus. DOCTOR: It's growing stronger. WOLSEY: Won't it work? DOCTOR: It takes time. Excuse me, Colonel. JANE: Sorry. VERNEY: Oh, no! TURLOUGH: Let's find the Doctor. There's nothing we can do. VERNEY: What's that? TURLOUGH: The TARDIS is in the crypt. I think we should take a look. TEGAN: Doctor! DOCTOR: I know. It senses what I'm about. Now everybody stay perfectly calm and still! HUTCHINSON: No! Away. I must get to the church. VERNEY: (quietly) What do we do? TURLOUGH: Shush. DOCTOR: That's it. TEGAN: Can you control the Malus? DOCTOR: Not quite, but it can no longer fuel itself from the turmoil in the village. JANE: Doctor, look. DOCTOR: Ah. I think it's time we left this thing to die in peace. DOCTOR: So, well done! TEGAN: Granddad! VERNEY: Tegan, my dear. DOCTOR: Save the greetings until later. TEGAN: Never a dull moment. WOLSEY: Now what? DOCTOR: I don't know yet. TURLOUGH: Doctor. WOLSEY: Where did they come from? DOCTOR: They're JANE: Psychic projections. WOLSEY: I'd feel happier with a g*n. TEGAN: Wouldn't make any difference. They're not real. WOLSEY: They look solid enough to me. DOCTOR: The Malus' last line of defence. They'll k*ll as effectively as any living thing. TURLOUGH: We're running out of places to run. TEGAN: The story of our lives. VERNEY: Why don't they att*ck? DOCTOR: They will, in their own time. We're the Malus' last source of psychic energy. It'll make us sweat for as long as it can. CHANDLER: I's going to die. DOCTOR: Quiet, Will, quiet. JANE: He's right, Doctor. DOCTOR: Not yet, he isn't. TEGAN: Oh, no. DOCTOR: Brave heart, Tegan. JANE: How could that happen? TURLOUGH: They're gone. DOCTOR: The fight must have used a lot of psychic energy. The Malus needs to rest. Let's go before it recovers. HUTCHINSON: It is time at last! I am here, master. WOLSEY: Let me deal with him. TEGAN: He'll k*ll you. WOLSEY: He used to be a man of honour. Played the w*r games in the way they were intended. DOCTOR: Forget any codes of honour Sir George might once have held. He's now completely under the control of the Malus. WOLSEY: He's still mortal. JANE: Don't be a fool, Ben. WOLSEY: I have to try. I feel partly responsible for what's happened here. JANE: Ben. WOLSEY: Sir George? CHANDLER: Be it important Sir George be d*ad? DOCTOR: Not if there's another way. WOLSEY: Sir George, do you understand me? HUTCHINSON: Who are you? WOLSEY: Colonel Wolsey. Ben Wolsey, your friend. HUTCHINSON: Get back! WOLSEY: We have something to settle. DOCTOR: Sir George, it's important you listen. DOCTOR: Listen to Colonel Wolsey. Concentrate your thoughts. You must break free from the Malus. HUTCHINSON: Free? Why, I'm his willing servant. DOCTOR: You're his sl*ve. He only wants you for one thing. HUTCHINSON: You're mistaken. He's offered me enormous power. DOCTOR: The Malus is here for one reason. To destroy. It's the only thing it knows how to do. WOLSEY: Now listen to the Doctor. HUTCHINSON: I don't believe you. DOCTOR: Without you, the Malus is helpless. Through you it feeds on the fear and anger generated through the w*r games. Once it's strong enough, it will destroy you. HUTCHINSON: No! DOCTOR: Listen, Sir George. Your village is in turmoil. You're pointing a g*n at a man who's a friend. That's the true influence of the Malus. Can't you feel the hate and rage inside your head? Think, man! Did you have such feelings before you activated that thing? HUTCHINSON: I, I don't, I. DOCTOR: No! CHANDLER: It better you be d*ad! CHANDLER: It be better he be d*ad. DOCTOR: It's all right, Will. It's all right. JANE: We must seal up the church. VERNEY: And inform the authorities. It has to be destroyed. TURLOUGH: Now what? DOCTOR: The Malus knows it's lost. It's going to fulfil its programming, Clear the ground, destroy everything it can. Come on! DOCTOR: Quickly! Inside. TURLOUGH: Does it have the power? DOCTOR: Enough to keep Will here and level a church. Come along. DOCTOR: Close the door, would you? DOCTOR: Hold on. DOCTOR: The Malus has destroyed itself. WOLSEY: Thank God. JANE: Well, now that it's gone, was it a beast or a machine? DOCTOR: Oh, a living being, reengineered as an instrument of w*r and sent here to clear the way for an invasion. TURLOUGH: What went wrong? Why didn't they inv*de? DOCTOR: I don't honestly know. I must look to see if there's anything in the computer about it. TURLOUGH: If the Malus is destroyed, why is Will still here? You did say he was only a psychic projection. DOCTOR: Ah, yes, yes. It seems I was mistaken. The Malus was able to intermingle the two time zones for a living being to pass through. Must have had incredible power. TEGAN: That's the last time I pay an unexpected call on you. VERNEY: As a rule, the villagers and I are much more welcoming. WOLSEY: There'll be lots of clearing up to do, in more ways than one. We'll need all the help we can get. WILLOW: And no recriminations? WOLSEY: Not on my part. JANE: Nor mine. DOCTOR: Well, that seems to be it. We'll drop you all off, then we'll be on our way. TURLOUGH: Er, what about our young friend here? DOCTOR: Ah, well, him too. 1643 isn't all that far away. TEGAN: Aren't you forgetting something? DOCTOR: Probably. It isn't unusual. I've had a very hard day. TEGAN: Well, we came here to visit my grandfather. Be nice to spend a little time with him. TURLOUGH: I must admit I wouldn't mind staying for a while. JANE: Hmm, you're outnumbered seven to one. DOCTOR: I'm being bullied, coerced, forced against my will. I've had enough for one day. VERNEY: Even if you are, agree, man. DOCTOR: All right. Just for a little while. We've a great deal to do. TURLOUGH: Good. I quite miss that brown liquid they drink here. CHANDLER: Ale. TURLOUGH: No, er, tea. CHANDLER: What be tea? DOCTOR: Oh, a noxious infusion of oriental leaves containing a high percentage of toxic acid. CHANDLER: Sounds an evil brew, don't it. DOCTOR: True. Personally, I rather like it.
{"type": "series", "show": "Doctor Who", "episode": "21x06 - The Awakening - part 2"}
foreverdreaming
Frontios by Christopher H. Bidmead Part One Original Air Date: 26 January, 1984 6:40pm - 7:05pm 1, INT: MINES (A group of men, led by Captain Revere, are digging in the mines. Captain Revere removes a rock and hands it to Chief Orderly Brazen, who examines it and goes over to the entrance to call out to the outside. Captain Revere watches as parts of the ground are sinking further down by themselves - almost like something is sucking it down. Meanwhile Brazen talks to the two Orderlies at the entrance.) BRAZEN: The answer's buried here somewhere. The Captain will find it. (More earth gets sucked down further into the ground and a beam holding up the mine shifts out of place, thr*at the collapse of the entire mine. Brazen hurries to hold up the beam.) BRAZEN: Get out everybody! Come on, move! Captain Revere! (He watches as earth and rocks fall from the ceiling and the orderlies see Captain Revere unconscious and trapped under rubble. Brazen attempts to lift a big slab of rock off him, but it proves too heavy.) BRAZEN: Block and tackle! Quickly! (He runs to the Orderlies who bring down the chain amidst another falling of rocks. The next time Brazen moves over, there is no sign of Captain Revere. There is just the pile of rubble.) BRAZEN: I want no mention of this to anyone. Did you hear me?! Not to anyone! 2, INT: TARDIS CONSOLE (Turlough is standing at the interior door - he seems to be trying to listen through it. There is a loud banging noise coming through the door. Tegan walks up.) TEGAN: The Doctor's alright. He gets like this sometimes. Nothing to worry about. (More loud noises.) TURLOUGH: Well I suppose it's none of my business if... I think he must be coming. (They move out of the way of the door and the Doctor appears, a manic look in his eyes.) DOCTOR: Not hat people are you? Either of you? TEGAN: What? DOCTOR: Wear them much I mean. I only do when I go out. It's...er...silly to have this thing, getting in everyone's way. (He hurries over to the hat stand and picks it up.) TEGAN: I don't believe it. There's so much to do aboard this ship and all you're worried about is tidying away the hat stand! DOCTOR: Well, I have to start somewhere. (Turlough is at the console, and a beeping starts.) TURLOUGH: Doctor? Something's happening to the controls. (There is a screen on the console which reads "BOUNDARY ERROR, TIME PARAMETERS EXCEEDED") DOCTOR: Oh, we must be on the outer limits. The TARDIS has drifted too far into the future. We'll just slip into hover mode for a while. (He presses some buttons. Tegan is reading from another screen.) TEGAN: We're in the Veruna System, wherever that is. DOCTOR: I had no idea we were so far out. Veruna - that's irony for you. TEGAN: What is? DOCTOR: Veruna is where one of the last surviving groups of mankind took shelter when the great...er... Yes, I suppose you've got all that to look forward to haven't you? (He's clearly said more than he meant to and he walks off with an embarrassed smile.) TEGAN: In the great what, Doctor?! DOCTOR: All civilizations have their ups and downs... (Turlough theatrically reads from a screen, deliberately to annoy Tegan.) TURLOUGH: 'Fleeing from the imminence of a catastrophic collision with the sun, a group of refugees from the DOOMED planet Earth...' DOCTOR: (annoyed) Yes, that's enough, Turlough. (Tegan looks at the scanner, a planet is shown in the centre.) TEGAN: You mean, some of the last surviving humans are on this planet? DOCTOR: Yes. TEGAN: Can we land? Can we visit them? DOCTOR: Laws of time. TEGAN: Since when has that ever stopped you? DOCTOR: We mustn't interfere. Colony's too new; one generation at the most. The future hangs in the balance. (He attempts to change the subject, and points at the hat stand that he has been carrying.) DOCTOR: Now, I've got another one of these somewhere. Put them side by side. We'll have a pair. 3, INT: RESEARCH ROOM (The hole leading to the mines is being closed up. Brazen looks on, standing with another man, Mr. Range.) RANGE: There is enough distrust already of the long path back to knowledge. An enquiry into Captain Revere's death is vital. BRAZEN: I've said, there's no requirement for an investigation! 'Distillation vessel exploded here in the Research Room.' RANGE: And that's your childish reason for closing down the whole of the Research Room? BRAZEN: Captain Revere was quite specific. The research centre was to be closed down in the event of his...dying. I've nothing else to say on the matter! (He angrily walks off but Range follows him. There is an Orderly, Cockerill who wears headphones connected to some sort of communication system.) RANGE: You're throwing away 40 years work. Don't you care? BRAZEN: Simply obeying orders. RANGE: Look, we lost all our technology when our ship crashed here. Now, don't you think our struggle has been hard enough without this added foolishness?! BRAZEN: The only foolishness that I know is to disobey an order! (This seems to end the argument, and the matter is finished.) BRAZEN: Right, that's enough of that Cockerill. (Cockerill removes his headphones.) RANGE: What, you're abandoning the communication scan too? BRAZEN: Everything. COCKERILL: Forty years and nothing's come through on that set. I don't think it's any great loss. BRAZEN: Nobody asked for your opinion on the matter! Get back to corridor duties! (Cockerill salutes and moves off.) RANGE: On whose authority? BRAZEN: Plantagenet himself! RANGE: Oh the boy's distraught! BRAZEN: Are you suggesting the son of Captain Revere is unfit to rule? RANGE: Look, as Chief Science Officer... BRAZEN: (interrupting) Oh, don't go waving your title at me. From now on, this research centre is under military jurisdiction! RANGE: But the research into the b*mb, now you must see the urgency of that! (They leave the Research Room as they talk.) 4, INT: CORRIDOR OUTSIDE RESEARCH ROOM (Outside the Research Room, there are two guards on the door.) RANGE: The att*cks are coming almost daily. BRAZEN: There will be no more talk about this in front of our people, Mr. Range. The desertion rate is already unacceptable. Now, with or without your permission, this research room will be sealed! 5, INT: TARDIS CONSOLE (Tegan and Turlough continue to look at the scanner.) TEGAN: I can't believe it. TURLOUGH: It would be interesting to go down, wouldn't it. Um...Doctor, we were just... DOCTOR: Impossible. Time's up. TEGAN: What happens to them, Doctor? DOCTOR: Knowledge has its limits. Ours reaches this far, and no further. (The Doctor tries to operate the TARDIS, but there is a loud noise and the console shakes.) DOCTOR: s*ab are failing. Have to get out ... TURLOUGH: It's a meteorite storm! (On the scanner, large red meteorites land on the planet.) DOCTOR: The TARDIS should be able to resist this sort of thing. (The Doctor is jerked towards the console by some force.) DOCTOR: Console's jammed! TURLOUGH: We're being dragged towards the planet! TEGAN: How? DOCTOR: Gravitational pull?!? 6, EXT: FRONTIOS (Alarms sound. A crashed space-ship seems to be the shelter for the people. Many people run around trying to get under cover. Some are caught up in expl*si*n.) 7, INT: TARDIS CONSOLE (The Doctor, Turlough and Tegan are all leaning heavily on the console, which is still shaking violently.) TEGAN: Doctor, do something! DOCTOR: Don't panic! (He punches the console, and the TARDIS stops shaking.) 8, EXT: FRONTIOS (Another expl*si*n knocks over two people, and more people run to cover. The TARDIS materializes. The storm seems to have finished. Out of a door comes a young lady, Norna. She is joined by Mr. Range - her father - in helping an injured person. The Doctor sticks his head out of the TARDIS door.) DOCTOR: My least favourite sort of weather. (There is an injured woman nearby. The Doctor goes over to help, followed by Turlough and Tegan.) DOCTOR: Come along. TEGAN: This way. (One woman, supported by the Doctor and Turlough, and the other by Norna and Range, follow Tegan back inside.) 9, INT: MEDICAL SHELTER TEGAN: In here...over here. DOCTOR: It's alright, it's alright. (Tegan leads the Doctor and Turlough to a bed where one woman is placed, while the other is sat on the ground for a minute. Then the Doctor and Range carry him over to another bed.) RANGE: We shall need the emergency supplies. DOCTOR: Leave it to me. RANGE: Oh, thank-you sir. DOCTOR: I'll need some antiseptic and bandages. RANGE: Antiseptic? DOCTOR: Yes. How else am I to clean this wound hmm? (The Doctor takes off his coat and throws it at Range, who looks totally bemused. The Doctor clearly doesn't want to waste time on pleasantries.) RANGE: Look, um, I'm the Chief Science Officer. Who are you...? DOCTOR: (interrupting) It would help if we could see what we're doing. (Range gets the picture and clicks his fingers. A man with a small green lamp comes over. It doesn't seem to have any effect whatsoever.) DOCTOR: Phosphor lamps?! (Turlough and Tegan have left the other patient in the hands of the medics, and have come over to join the others. Turlough grabs the lamp from the man.) TURLOUGH: These are a terrible f*re hazard in this sort of container, you know? DOCTOR: You'd better hold it steady then, hadn't you. TEGAN: How does it work? TURLOUGH: Well...it's electron excitation. If you give them a shake... (He does so, which alarms the Doctor.) TURLOUGH: ...they get a bit brighter. DOCTOR: Aaaa... Stop that would you?! (to Range) Is this the best you can do? RANGE: Yes, I'm afraid it is. DOCTOR: I'll need some proper lighting. Turlough, the TARDIS. I'll need the...portable mu-field activator... TURLOUGH: Doctor, you did say that we weren't... DOCTOR: (deliberately not listening) ...and five of the argon discharge globes. (Turlough, clearly unimpressed, gives the lamp to Tegan and leaves without a word. The Doctor calls after him.) DOCTOR: Oh, and all the medical supplies! TURLOUGH: (sarcastic) Anything else? (The Doctor gives him an annoyed look.) DOCTOR: Yes, you'd better give him a hand, Tegan. TEGAN: Righto, Doctor. (Norna comes up with the bandages, which the Doctor takes grumpily.) RANGE: Here, this is my daughter Norna, and you are... DOCTOR: (interrupting) Time for the social niceties later. Better get started, hmm? NORNA: Yes, well, you'll want soap and water first. DOCTOR: Yes...good idea. 10, INT: TARDIS CONSOLE (Tegan runs up and goes to open the interior door. It doesn't budge.) TEGAN: This door's locked. (Turlough comes and gives it a try, without success.) TURLOUGH: No it isn't. This could be serious. (They both run back.) 11, INT: MEDICAL SHELTER RANGE: It's very good of you to help us, Mister...er... DOCTOR: I'm not helping - officially. And if anyone happens to ask whether I made any material difference to the welfare of this planet, you can tell them I came and went like a summer cloud. (Range looks confused. There are a group of people standing at the entrance to the shelter.) RANGE: Oh, they're curious to know who you are. DOCTOR: Perhaps you could ask them to move, they're rather blocking the air. It's interesting, how often do you have meteorite showers? RANGE: Intermittently, although the att*cks have become more frequent over the last few weeks. DOCTOR: Yes...the att*cks? RANGE: Oh yes, we're at w*r! DOCTOR: Really? With whom? RANGE: Well, that is yet to be determined - as you can see, we're helpless. DOCTOR: Not if I have anything to do with it. (Finally, after Range has already tried about five times, the Doctor extends his hand.) DOCTOR: How do you do? I'm the Doctor. RANGE: Oh, hello. My name is Range. I'm the Chief Science Officer. (The Doctor though is distracted by something behind Range.) DOCTOR: Hello...You've been keeping us unnecessarily in the dark, Mr. Range. You didn't tell me you had a hydrazine steam generator. 12, INT: STATE ROOM (Brazen walks purposefully through a pair of doors, and walks up to where a small man is sitting on a chair on a raised platform. He is Plantagenet, the leader of Frontios and the son of Captain Revere. He doesn't seem to notice that anyone is there, so Brazen clears his throat.) BRAZEN: There's a development, sir, that I am not happy with. PLANTAGENET: Development? Yes? BRAZEN: An arrival, simultaneous to the last b*mb - three persons of undetermined origin. (Plantagenet stands up - doing his best to look and act like a leader.) PLANTAGENET: So, it's come at last. BRAZEN: Yes. This could be the beginning of the invasion. 13, INT: MEDICAL SHELTER (The Doctor is behind the generator, examining parts of it.) DOCTOR: It's very interesting. RANGE: It used to generate a basic form of energy but, er...we no longer have any fuel. This planet is without wood, or any combustible material. DOCTOR: What about the colony ship? Must've been brimming with gadgetry. RANGE: (laughing) Systems that could re-build a civilization for us. Failure proof technology. DOCTOR: What happened to it all? RANGE: It failed. And nothing survived the crash. (Suddenly, Tegan and Turlough run in.) TEGAN: Doctor! Doctor! Something's happened to the TARDIS! DOCTOR: Mmm? TEGAN: The interior door's jammed! TURLOUGH: It's as if some tremendous force-field's pulled it out of shape. TEGAN: It couldn't be the impact of landing, could it? (The Doctor either doesn't care or is not listening at all.) DOCTOR: The TARDIS? No, no, no. Probably just some spatial anomaly. You're getting carried away again, Turlough. One thing at a time. Where's the...mu-field activator. TURLOUGH: I'm trying to tell you! It's behind the... DOCTOR: It's behind the interior door. Yes of course...excitation. (He vigorously shakes the phosphor lamp he is holding.) TURLOUGH: You told me not to do that. DOCTOR: Oh, it's risky, but then so is operating in this gloom. (He stops shaking the lamp.) DOCTOR: You ever tried putting a higher voltage across these things? TEGAN: Doctor! The TARDIS! DOCTOR: (not listening) Yes, there must be something on this planet capable of sustaining a steady voltage. (Turlough walks over and talks to Norna.) TURLOUGH: How can you work - do research, without electricity? NORNA: Well, we used to use an acid jar, charged by wind power. TEGAN: Acid jar? NORNA: A sort of - large battery. TURLOUGH: That's a thought - with some sort of interrupter to raise the voltage. NORNA: Well, it's in the research room - but I'll need some help carrying it. TEGAN: Okay, come on. (She indicates to Turlough - who is deep in thought. Then they all hurry out.) 14, EXT: FRONTIOS TURLOUGH: We seem to have lost our news value. TEGAN: There's a counter-attraction, look! (A group of colonists are receiving food rations from two Orderlies.) NORNA: Food is rationed on Frontios. That's why the colony ship is guarded. (She leads them away from the door.) NORNA: We'll have to be careful, the ship's out of bounds. TURLOUGH: It sounds dangerous. NORNA: Do you mind? TURLOUGH: No, it isn't that. It's just that I wouldn't want us to get... NORNA: (interrupting) Quick, hide! (Turlough and Tegan run off to hide. Out from a tunnel come Plantagenet and Brazen. Plantagenet readies himself for a speech.) BRAZEN: Stand steady, sir. They look to you. (Plantagenet notices Norna.) PLANTAGENET: Norna? You're needed in the hospital, surely? NORNA: I've come to ask for more bandages and water. BRAZEN: You think we have unlimited supplies? NORNA: You have supplies, what's the use in hoarding them? Leader Plantagenet, the wounded need your help. (Plantagenet turns to an Orderly.) PLANTAGENET: Make sure this woman is allowed access to the medical supplies room. ORDERLY: Yes sir. (With that, Plantagenet, Brazen and two Orderlies walk past Norna. Norna goes over to where Tegan and Turlough have been hiding.) NORNA: Come on. (Norna walks past the remaining guard down the tunnel. A loud bang comes from where Tegan and Turlough are, the guard goes to investigate, and as he leaves his post, Tegan and Turlough sneak around the other side to join Norna without being seen. Brazen also heard the noise.) BRAZEN: Orderly? Where you responsible for this noise? ORDERLY: No sir. BRAZEN: Somebody is. (He turns and strides down the tunnel.) 15, INT: COLONY SHIP (Norna, Tegan and Turlough move along a narrow walkway - the roof is far above them as they walk through the dark ship.) TEGAN: It's huge! NORNA: It brought thousands of people from Earth, remember. TEGAN: Thousands? NORNA: Well the crash k*lled most of them, and then there was an outburst of disease. (They hear Brazen's footsteps.) NORNA: Someone's coming! (They hurry off.) 16, INT: MEDICAL SHELTER RANGE: Well, Captain Revere assumed that the barrage was some sort of softening-up process - 'heralding an invasion,' he said. DOCTOR: Hmm, someone else thinks this is their territory. RANGE: Well, Frontios was quite deserted when we arrived. DOCTOR: Oh, so you did nothing to provoke an att*ck? RANGE: No! The few who survived the crash had no time for anything but bare survival. We worked to raise food. DOCTOR: Dangerous, surely, out in the fields, with the risk of b*mb? RANGE: No, there was no b*mb then. No, we had ten years of clear skies to stock the wreck of the colony ship with food. And then it began. Yes, the first m*ssile fell, oh, a little over thirty years ago. DOCTOR: Thirty years?! Your unknown inv*de are certainly taking their time. (Plantagenet has arrived unnoticed.) PLANTAGENET: Unknown no longer, perhaps. Could it be that one of them calls himself...the Doctor? 17, INT: COLONY SHIP (Norna, Tegan and Turlough have reached the door of the Research Room, but it is locked and barred up.) NORNA: They sealed the room. TURLOUGH: Now what? TEGAN: We go back? NORNA: No. There's another way in. This way. (She goes over and climbs a ladder.) 18, INT: MEDICAL SHELTER DOCTOR: Look, I'm not really here at all, officially. And as soon as I've helped Mr. Range with the arrangements, I...I'll be on my way. PLANTAGENET: You feel free to come and go as you please? DOCTOR: Going yes, coming no - we were forced down. PLANTAGENET: I see - you landed during the b*mb and yet you appear...unharmed. DOCTOR: I'm sorry. We didn't know there was a w*r on. At first we thought it was some sort of meteorite storm. PLANTAGENET: And what do you think now? DOCTOR: I think your shelters are totally inadequate and your warning system does nothing but create panic. PLANTAGENET: I did not ask...! DOCTOR: (interrupting) Your population's already falling below the critical value required for guaranteed growth and you're regularly losing new lives! I think...and you did ask what I think - I think your colony of Earth people is in grave danger of extinction. (Plantagenet is totally out of his depth and he doesn't know what to say.) 19, EXT: TOP OF COLONY SHIP (Norna, Tegan and Turlough are walking on top of the ship.) NORNA: Be quiet, they can here us walking on the hull of the ship. 20, INT: MEDICAL SHELTER (The Doctor stands with Range. Plantagenet is angry and he yells at the Doctor.) PLANTAGENET: Who are you to give me advice?! I am the son of Captain Revere. The people of Frontios will not be cowed by these muling(?) words of defeat, Doctor. We may lack the outward appurtenances of might, but we carry our strength within us! We will win the w*r with the invisible aggressors whose m*ssile batter on our planet, and we will win the greater battle - the struggle for the future...of our race! DOCTOR: Absolutely. I wish you all the luck in the world. Unfortunately, I'm not allowed to give you anything much in the way of help. PLANTAGENET: We're under no illusions about that Doctor. We can see for ourselves the results of your...help. (He points around to all the injured and dying people.) RANGE: But the Doctor has helped - he's been caring for the sick, and he's going to arrange for some proper light by adapting the... (He indicates the generator - but he knows he's said too much. The generator seems to be seen as some sort of relic of Captain Revere.) PLANTAGENET: The hydrazine engine! This inv*de has interfered with the great gift my father bestowed upon the people of Frontios. DOCTOR: (frustrated) I'm sorry, I was working out a way of getting some decent light in here. PLANTAGENET: We people of Frontios are vulnerable, Doctor...desperate...frightened even. But we are not...fools. (The Doctor looks at him like he is just that - a fool.) 21, EXT: TOP OF COLONY SHIP (Norna and Turlough are trying to open a small hatch in a wall, while Tegan keeps watch. She ducks down quickly when she sees Brazen and some Orderlies come out from the door.) TEGAN: They're coming. (Turlough and Norna manage to get the hatch off the wall, and they climb in. Brazen and the Orderlies stand a short distance away - out of sight.) BRAZEN: Check the solar-drive panels. They've got to be hiding somewhere. (Turlough climbs in and shuts the hatch just as the Orderlies pass by.) 22, INT: RESEARCH ROOM (Turlough is the last of the three to climb out of the other end of the entrance, he locks it and then goes over to join the others. The acid battery - a big silver box with a large green jar on the top - is sitting on the bench nearby. Tegan and Norna each take one end and start to carry it.) TEGAN: Smells lethal! NORNA: It is. (Turlough is operating a pulley to which he will attach the acid jar to pull it up.) TURLOUGH: So please don't spill it. 23, EXT: TOP OF COLONY SHIP (Brazen stands on the main part of the ship. He calls over his Orderlies.) BRAZEN: Guard the hatch. I'll inform the leader. (He leaves.) 24, INT: RESEARCH ROOM (The jar is attached to the pulley. Norna and Tegan stand back, and Turlough prepares to lift it.) TURLOUGH: Be careful. (He lifts it almost up to where he is, when something snaps and a lot of the acid goes out onto the floor. It immediately burns a hole through the floor.) TEGAN: Turlough... 25, EXT: TOP OF COLONY SHIP (The Orderlies are not guarding the hatch. They are chatting to each other. Turlough comes out to check the situation, then goes back to help the girls get the acid jar out. It's now about half full of acid. Cockerill comes out of the main door and goes to join the other Orderlies.) COCKERILL: I got it, but only just. (He takes some food from his pocket and gives one of whatever it is to each of the two Orderlies. Tegan, Turlough and Norna are deciding their next plan.) TEGAN: How are we gonna get it past them? TURLOUGH: I'll think of something. (The Orderlies all sit down and start eating.) TEGAN: Are you sure this is going to work? TURLOUGH: Have you got a better idea? (They pick up the jar again.) 26, EXT: FRONTIOS (Brazen walks out of the ship and goes over to the Warnsman, the man who raises the alarm of b*mb.) BRAZEN: Warnsman. WARNSMAN: Sir? BRAZEN: I don't like the look of this sky. WARNSMAN: No sir. BRAZEN: Keep good watch. WARNSMAN: Very good, sir. 27, INT: MEDICAL SHELTER PLANTAGENET: No craft the size of yours is capable of traversing the universe. DOCTOR: (sarcastic) If I had a spare millennium, I'd bring you up to date on time mechanics. Unfortunately, we have this lighting problem, and a ward full of people needing medical attention. (Brazen has arrived, and he talks in private to Plantagenet. The Doctor and Range look towards the sky, where they can hear a b*mb.) RANGE: Another b*mb. DOCTOR: Again? RANGE: Yes, there's darkening of the sky. Oh, it's alright, the Warnsman will sound his klaxon at the first sign. (Plantagenet is ready for another dramatic speech.) PLANTAGENET: You came with two accomplices! They have been seen on the colony ship! (To Range) Aided by your...treacherous daughter. 28, INT: COLONY SHIP (Tegan and Norna are descending a ladder. Turlough lowers the acid jar, via the pulley, down with them. The Warnsman runs up to them.) WARNSMAN: Hey, you're not allowed up there! (Turlough seems to lose control of the pulley.) TURLOUGH: LOOK OUT! (The acid jar swings and hits the Warnsman, who is knocked over.) 29, INT: MEDICAL SHELTER RANGE: Paranoia! Your minds are being eaten away by this daily disaster we call Frontios. Can't you see, this man is here to help us! PLANTAGENET: I SAY TREACHERY, Mr. Range! Are you guilty too? (Range has had enough, and he walks off shaking his head.) DOCTOR (to Plantagenet): You know, we can sort all this out in no time at all if everyone just stays calm. Now please, come and see the TARDIS! (Plantagenet and Brazen follow him.) DOCTOR: As an invasion w*apon, it's about as offensive as a chicken vol-au-vent. 30, INT: COLONY SHIP (The b*mb can now be heard. Turlough and Tegan are at the bottom of the ladder. Norna is looking after the Warnsman.) TURLOUGH: The b*mb's started again. NORNA: We'd better get him back to the medical shelter. TURLOUGH: Come on. (Turlough grabs the Warnsman, leaving Norna and Tegan to carry the acid jar.) 31, EXT: FRONTIOS DOCTOR: Its, uh...its lack of armaments can be a positive embarrassment at times. Just a minute...get back! (They jump back, noticing the sky and the probability of b*mb.) BRAZEN: Don't be alarmed, we haven't heard from the Warnsman yet. DOCTOR: Oh. Well this way. (They see Turlough and the Warnsman.) DOCTOR: Oh dear. What have we here? PLANTAGENET: It's the Warnsman. BRAZEN: Take him to the medical shelter. (The Doctor goes over to Tegan and Norna.) DOCTOR: Now what's this? NORNA: The battery - for the lighting. DOCTOR: Brilliant! Ah, take it inside, hurry along. (Two Orderlies come and take it away.) DOCTOR: Now, where's the mu-field activator? TEGAN: We told you, Doctor, we couldn't get any further than the console room. TURLOUGH: Doctor! Can't we continue this conversation undercover. DOCTOR: Yes, indeed. The TARDIS. (They walk forward, and an expl*si*n occurs just in front of them. The Doctor, Tegan and Turlough hide on one side. Brazen and Plantagenet hide on the other side.) BRAZEN: This b*mb...it could be a tactical diversion, on the part of the Doctor. PLANTAGENET: No, I think not, Brazen. But he has some connection with these att*cks. 32, INT: MEDICAL SHELTER (The Orderlies carry the acid jar in, Norna follows them.) NORNA: Careful. RANGE: Gently with that now, gently, over there. 33, EXT: FRONTIOS DOCTOR: A swift exit, I think. We've had enough of this planet. (They try and run out, but another expl*si*n forces them back undercover.) 34, INT: COLONY SHIP (Plantagenet staggers inside, clutching his chest. Brazen follows him.) BRAZEN: You hurt? (He shakes his head quickly, and stands up straight when a couple of injured people come inside.) 35, EXT: FRONTIOS TEGAN: It's getting lighter. DOCTOR: The att*ck's nearly over. Let's get out of here. Come on - the TARDIS. (They get up and move out of their shelter, and all walk very slowly over to where the TARDIS was.) TEGAN: The TARDIS - what's happened?! (All that seems to be still remaining of the TARDIS is the hat-stand. It stands alone amongst a pile of rubble.) TURLOUGH: It's gone. (The Doctor goes over and touches the hat-stand.) DOCTOR: The TARDIS has been destroyed...
{"type": "series", "show": "Doctor Who", "episode": "21x07 - Frontios - part 1"}
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Frontios by Christopher H. Bidmead Part Two Original Air Date: 27 January, 1984 6:40pm - 7:05pm 1, EXT: FRONTIOS (The Doctor, Tegan and Turlough are sheltering from the b*mb.) TEGAN: It's getting lighter. DOCTOR: The att*cks nearly over. Let's get out of here. Come on - the TARDIS. (They get up and move out of their shelter, and all walk very slowly over to where the TARDIS was.) TEGAN: The TARDIS - what's happened?! (All that seems to be still remaining of the TARDIS is the hat-stand. It stands alone amongst a pile of rubble.) TURLOUGH: It's gone. (The Doctor goes over and touches the hat-stand.) DOCTOR: The TARDIS has been destroyed... TEGAN: The TARDIS can't just...disintegrate! TURLOUGH: I'm afraid it has. (The Doctor turns around to see Plantagenet, Brazen and lots of Orderlies coming towards them. One Orderly points a g*n at them. The Doctor has simply had enough and he snaps.) DOCTOR: Oh marvellous! You're going to k*ll me! What a finely tuned response to the situation! BRAZEN: Best to dispatch him now! (Norna runs in front of the g*n.) NORNA: Wait! PLANTAGENET: GET OUT OF THE WAY! DOCTOR: Be careful Norna. NORNA: Why did Captain Revere dedicate the whole of his life to analysing the rocks of Frontios? BRAZEN: Remove her. PLANTAGENET: No, wait. Why do you ask when the reason is well known? My father sought the precious minerals beneath the soil. NORNA: What precious minerals? Did he find any? PLANTAGENET: He knew there must be some reason for the perpetual carnage our neighbours inflict upon us. NORNA: Well, if the Doctor is an inv*de, he has the answer to that question. (Range walks up, worried about his daughter.) RANGE: Um, Norna, I need some help with the lighting. PLANTAGENET: No, wait. You go. (He indicates to Tegan.) TEGAN: I don't know anything about lighting. BRAZEN: Get on with it! DOCTOR: Best to do as they say. We'll be safe as long as we remain calm, now trust me. (Tegan leaves with Range.) PLANTAGENET: Well Doctor. Can you enlighten us as to the reason for these b*mb? DOCTOR: In time, if you let me investigate. (sarcastic) If on the other hand you're going to k*ll me, you'd better get on with it! (Plantagenet is unimpressed, so he turns to the Orderly with the g*n.) PLANTAGENET: k*ll him. NORNA: No! (Norna attempts to physically stop the Orderly from sh**ting, while two more Orderlies restrain the Doctor.) DOCTOR: This wasn't what I had in mind at all. (The guard has managed to get past Norna and holds the g*n on the Doctor. Turlough, meanwhile, goes back and pulls out the hat-stand from the ground. It makes an expl*si*n when it comes out and all the Orderlies retreat. Turlough looks as astonished as everyone else, not expecting the expl*si*n. He brandishes the hat-stand thr*at.) NORNA: What was that? DOCTOR: Oh, just residual energy from the TARDIS. (Plantagenet and Brazen obviously haven't seen a hat-stand before, and are visibly worried.) PLANTAGENET: What is it? BRAZEN: The thing that brings down the b*mb... 2, INT: MEDICAL SHELTER (Someone fills the battery with more acid.) RANGE: That's enough. TEGAN: That battery had better work after all our efforts. RANGE: It's in good condition; we're just topping it up. TEGAN: The Doctor is safe, isn't he? RANGE: For the time being - though death is a daily occurrence on this planet, as you can see. The constant state of panic, and the growing number of Rets... TEGAN: Rets? RANGE: Retrogrades. It's what we call the deserters. More of them leave every week to...hunt out in the wastes like animals. TEGAN: Orderlies sh**t deserters? RANGE: If they have to - oh yes it's a waste of life, but discipline is paramount. TEGAN: But every death increases the danger of extinction! RANGE: Do you think I'm not aware of that? (Tegan walks over to grab a lamp from the wall, and a patient on a stretcher beneath her grabs her leg.) PATIENT: Water... TEGAN: ...Water. He needs some water! 3, EXT: FRONTIOS (Outside, Turlough still holds everyone back with the hat-stand. Plantagenet moves as close as he dares to make a speech.) PLANTAGENET: Now at last, the colonists of Frontios are face to face with their persecutors. For my father's sake, Doctor, I should like that question answered. DOCTOR: What, the precious rocks under the soil business? Well, so would <st1:place>I.</st1:place> Whatever's going on here has put paid to my TARDIS. PLANTAGENET: You deny you're at w*r with us? DOCTOR: If it is w*r - and I'm not so sure about that - then you and I, Plantagenet, are in the same shell-hole. Now... (He bends down and picks up one of the meteorites.) DOCTOR: ...Does anyone know where these are coming from? NORNA: Well, we know it's one of the other planets in the Veruna system... PLANTAGENET: Without instruments it's impossible to tell which one. DOCTOR: This rock analysis...you've been investigating the 'why fors', I think you should be looking into the 'where froms'. Mr. Range tells me you have a Research Room... BRAZEN: The research room was sealed up, by the orders of the late Captain Revere. DOCTOR: (annoyed) Well if you want answers, you'd better unseal it! PLANTAGENET: There's nothing in that room that could possibly be of any use to us. TURLOUGH: That's not true! It's full of invaluable equipment. DOCTOR: You've been inside it? TURLOUGH: It's where we found the battery... (The Doctor seems to have a plan, and while smiling knowingly at Turlough he indicates towards the colonists.) DOCTOR: The trouble is, if these good people don't want us inside... TURLOUGH: Yes Doctor...I er...I think I know how to change their minds. (With that, Turlough quickly turns around and brandishes the hat-stand again, and the crowd of people steps backwards in fear.) PLANTAGENET: Order the Research Room to be opened! 4, INT: MEDICAL SHELTER (Range is giving the patient some water, whose head collapses back onto the pillow.) RANGE: Thank you, you can get back to your work now. TEGAN: It's no good, is it? RANGE: I'm afraid not. 5, INT: CORRIDOR OUTSIDE RESEARCH ROOM (Two Orderlies are breaking down the grille barrier on the Research Room door. The Doctor stands behind them, with Turlough who still carries the hat-stand.) TURLOUGH: HURRY UP! DOCTOR: Yes uh...Careful with that thing. (The door is opened, and the Doctor, Norna, Brazen and Plantagenet go in, followed by Turlough. On his way past the Orderly, Plantagenet takes his crowbar quietly.) 6, INT: RESEARCH ROOM (The Doctor has found something that interests him.) DOCTOR: Well, here we are then. This should keep us busy. Ah...Turlough, you can help. TURLOUGH: I um...I don't know a lot about chemical tests. NORNA: I do. DOCTOR: Good! Good. I want to run a series on halides and silica. And do stop waving that thing around. (The Doctor nearly runs into the end of the hat-stand, so Turlough puts it down. As he does do, Plantagenet swings the crowbar at Turlough.) NORNA: LOOK OUT! (But he doesn't even finish the att*ck; he yells, clutches his chest and collapses to the ground. Brazen runs forward, thinking Turlough att*cked him. Turlough quickly turns the hat-stand on him.) TURLOUGH: I wouldn't! (to the Doctor) What did I do? DOCTOR: I think this joke's gone far enough. (The Doctor takes the hat-stand and puts it on the ground. They all walk over to Plantagenet. The Doctor begins to investigate what is wrong.) 7, INT: MEDICAL SHELTER (A body is being taken away. Range writes on a small board. He finishes, goes over to a small set of draws and begins typing a code into the keypad. The draw opens and he starts writing on the thing he takes out.) WOMAN (OOV): MR. RANGE! (He runs over to where the acid jar is overflowing. He starts to fix it. Meanwhile, Tegan has been working on the lights, she goes over to the drawer which is still open, and she notices an envelope which reads "DEATHS UNACCOUNTABLE".) TEGAN: "Deaths unaccountable"... (Suddenly she is startled by a noise, so she quickly puts back the envelope, and then shuts the drawer. She turns around to see Range still busy, so she turns back to the drawer, which is of course now locked.) TEGAN: ...Rabbits! (She starts typing numbers on the keypad.) 8, INT: RESEARCH ROOM (The Doctor finishes looking at Plantagenet.) DOCTOR: Medical Centre, quickly! BRAZEN: So, he was h*t. DOCTOR: Delayed effect of a glancing blow. (to Norna and Turlough) Now, I want you to stay here, and start those tests. 9, INT: MEDICAL SHELTER (Tegan now attempts to open the draw with a Kn*fe. A hand closes around her wrist, it is Range.) RANGE: What do you think you're doing? TEGAN: I'm...I'm trying to get the drawer open if you really want to know. RANGE: Curiosity is dangerous on Frontios. TEGAN: Not as dangerous as ignorance. RANGE: What do you know? What have you seen? TEGAN: Deaths unaccountable. RANGE: You must forget that you saw that! TEGAN: There's something going on here, isn't there. Some racket you're into. DOCTOR (OOV): TEGAN! (The Doctor runs in and points at the wall.) DOCTOR: Ah...those wires. TEGAN: What about them? DOCTOR: Rip them down. TEGAN: I've only just put them up! DOCTOR: Well jolly good, now you can rip them down again! Damp cloths, anything damp! (Plantagenet is carried onto a small bed.) 10, INT: RESEARCH ROOM (Norna is doing the tests; Turlough doesn't seem to be helping.) TURLOUGH: I wouldn't put up with it. NORNA: Well, we have to; we don't have the technology to go anywhere else. TURLOUGH: Yes, I'm er...I'm beginning to know the feeling. (He picks up the hat-stand and moves it out of the way.) 11, INT: MEDICAL SHELTER BRAZEN: What's the matter with him? DOCTOR: Fibrillating. TEGAN: What? RANGE: It's his heart; the Doctor's going to get it going again. (He takes the cloths from Range, the wires from Tegan, and turns to Range who is now over at the battery.) DOCTOR: Are we ready? RANGE: Ready. DOCTOR: Now. (Range presses down the plunger of the battery.) 12, INT: RESEARCH ROOM TURLOUGH: Why didn't you dig deep bunkers? The Arar-Jecks of Heiradi hollowed out a huge subterranean city under their planet during the 20 aeon w*r. NORNA: Well there was a quarry, where the stone came from to build the medical shelter - converted that into a place to get away from the b*mb. TURLOUGH: It sounds very sensible. NORNA: We always used to go there to shelter. Then all that got stopped. TURLOUGH: Why? NORNA: Captain Revere made a law against it. TURLOUGH: Oh, as simple as that - he made a law. NORNA: Forbidding any digging under the ground. TURLOUGH: Surely there must have been a reason? NORNA: Captain Revere never gave reasons...Except once. When I was very small, I was sitting on his knee in the State Room, and I asked him why we couldn't go underground anymore. He said...it was a child answer - seemed quite sensible at the time. TURLOUGH: What did he say? NORNA: He said the earth was...hungry. 13, INT: MEDICAL SHELTER (The Doctor listens to Plantagenet's heart. He quickly holds the wires in place again.) DOCTOR: Again! (Range pushes the plunger and Plantagenet's body arches and then collapses.) 14, INT: RESEARCH ROOM (Turlough holds out an instrument to Norna.) TURLOUGH: There... NORNA: That's not a pressure filter. TURLOUGH: Oh, sorry, I er...I was just wondering...these rocks. NORNA: What about them? TURLOUGH: Well...they're all labelled with dates. They must've come from somewhere. NORNA: They did; the quarry. TURLOUGH: Yes, but some of the dates are recent. You told me that quarry had been closed for years! (He runs off to the other part of the room.) 15, INT: MEDICAL SHELTER (The Doctor listens to Plantagenet's chest again. His expression is unreadable.) BRAZEN: You've k*lled him. (Plantagenet's eyes slowly open.) DOCTOR: I admit it was touch and go for a minute. 16, INT: RESEARCH ROOM (Turlough is examining the pulley system that they used before.) NORNA: What are you up to? TURLOUGH: Well...they obviously didn't install this just for us. NORNA: It's for lifting equipment. TURLOUGH: What equipment? What's so heavy in here that needs a block and tackle? 17, INT: MEDICAL SHELTER (Plantagenet is now awake.) DOCTOR: Try to get some rest. PLANTAGENET: Rest...death is the only kind of rest you bring to Frontios! (Brazen holds him down.) BRAZEN: Don't exert yourself, Leader. We have everything under control. PLANTAGENET: I have responsibilities. Frontios depends upon me. BRAZEN: Nevertheless, you should take the Doctor's advice. PLANTAGENET: So you've changed your mind about him too? BRAZEN: I wouldn't commit myself on that, but it was the Doctor that saved your life. TEGAN: The Doctor's alright. You must've realized that by now. PLANTAGENET: You saved my life? Is this true? DOCTOR: Not a word to the Time Lords. 18, INT: RESEARCH ROOM (Turlough brings the block and tackle over to a different place, still deep in thought. He walks back out to where Norna is.) NORNA: Very ingenious. TURLOUGH: No, not really. The block and tackle is a simple enough invention. NORNA: I mean you and your excuses to get out of helping. TURLOUGH: How long ago were you in the Research Room. NORNA: When I was very small. I came with my father when he was still Captain Revere's personal science assistant. TURLOUGH: And was that up there then? (He points to the block and tackle.) NORNA: No. TURLOUGH: Exactly. (He walks out to the other part of the room again.) TURLOUGH: These floor plates are solid metal - heavy, solid metal. Norna? Come here. (Norna arrives.) TURLOUGH: We are about to find out where Captain Revere got his rock collection. That hook goes in...here. (He opens a small flap in the floor.) 19, INT: MEDICAL SHELTER (The Doctor sits at Plantagenet's side. Tegan comes back with another pillow for Plantagenet.) PLANTAGENET: So you see, Doctor, Frontios is not the easiest planet to rule. DOCTOR: After 30 years of b*mb, yes I take your point. TEGAN: Your friend Brazen doesn't trust us an inch. PLANTAGENET: Ah, he's a good man - if a little narrow in his outlook. TEGAN: He's planning to move you to your quarters in the colony ship. PLANTAGENET: The colony ship? No, I must stay here with my people! DOCTOR: Democratic touch, eh? PLANTAGENET: Hardly democracy, Doctor. I must remain in public sight. If the people of Frontios think for one moment that I am d*ad, there will be anarchy! 20, INT: RESEARCH ROOM (Turlough now pulls on the rope; the hook is attached to the ground. One of the floor plates is being lifted; Norna attempts to pull it out.) NORNA: Come on, pull! TURLOUGH: What do you think I'm doing?! (They succeed in putting the floor plate aside.) NORNA: I wonder what's down there... TURLOUGH: Let's take a look. 21, INT: MEDICAL SHELTER (Brazen and Range are now standing with the others as well.) DOCTOR: Now, what's making you so vulnerable to att*ck is the thin atmosphere on Frontios. PLANTAGENET: Why do they come so frequently now? DOCTOR: Yes...I have some theories about that, and with your permission I'll return to the Research Room and confirm them. PLANTAGENET: Thank you Doctor. DOCTOR: Tegan... (Tegan starts to get up.) PLANTAGENET: Ah, your assistant may stay here with me. That way we'll all...trust one another. (The Doctor doesn't look impressed.) DOCTOR: Then perhaps you'll come with me, Mr. Range. RANGE: Yes, of course. DOCTOR: Good. See you later. (They leave. As they go, Brazen approaches an Orderly.) BRAZEN: Keep an eye on them. (The Orderly leaves.) 22, INT: MINES (Turlough descends the ladder down into the mines, followed by Norna.) TURLOUGH: Careful...Come down slowly. (They look around for a while.) TURLOUGH: This rock, it's sort of moth-eaten. NORNA: Hey look! There's a way through. (Turlough doesn't follow her.) NORNA: Don't tell me you're frightened? TURLOUGH: No, it's just like something I remember... (They go deeper into the mines.) 23, INT: COLONY SHIP (The Doctor and Range are walking towards the Research Room.) DOCTOR: You know, Mr. Range, if I'm right, these so-called m*ssile of yours are nothing more or less than natural meteorites. RANGE: Meteorites? In such quantities? DOCTOR: Oh, it's unusual I grant you, but one of the planets in the Veruna system may have disintegrated with long-term fallout. RANGE: Surely Captain Revere could have detected that? DOCTOR: Oh, I think he did. 24, INT: MEDICAL SHELTER (Tegan is tending to Plantagenet, who is asleep. Brazen approaches.) BRAZEN: He'll fill out - find his strength. I saw his father grow the same. The odds were terribly against us, you know, but...he held this colony together with a will of steel. TEGAN: I'm beginning to understand the problems of this planet, what with all the deaths accountable and unaccountable. (Brazen's proud smile vanishes, and Tegan straight away regrets even speaking.) BRAZEN: What do you know about deaths unaccountable? TEGAN: Just a phrase I heard... BRAZEN: Heard where?! TEGAN: I don't know, just...heard it somewhere... (Tegan knows she has dug herself even deeper, and tries an innocent smile.) BRAZEN: Or in some records?! TEGAN: You know about the data store then? (Brazen grabs Tegan.) BRAZEN: Data store? (He leads her off quickly.) BRAZEN: Right! TEGAN (OOV): Maybe I'm wrong. Maybe I just came across it in a book somewhere. It sounds like a title - 'Deaths Unaccountable'. You can't do that to Mr. Range's records... (As Tegan speaks, Plantagenet opens his eyes and seems to lose control of his body, which stands to move off the bed by itself.) 25, INT: CORRIDOR OUTSIDE RESEARCH ROOM DOCTOR: What puzzles me... is how it managed to crash in the first place - with er...all that autonomous guidance on board. RANGE: Well the systems failed. DOCTOR: What, before the crash? RANGE: Yes, without the failure there would've been no crash. The guidance systems - everything went together. DOCTOR: Did they now? I see why you call it the day of catastrophe. (They go inside the Research Room.) 26, INT: RESEARCH ROOM (The Doctor goes over to the bench and picks up Norna's experiments, while Range goes to look for Norna and Turlough.) RANGE: They've gone - exploring by the look of it. DOCTOR: Oh. A rock analysis - they look like Widmanstatten patterns to me, which would seem to confirm... (Range is standing over the hole leading to the mines. The Doctor joins him.) DOCTOR: ...What's the matter? RANGE: I'm afraid they may be in danger down there. DOCTOR: Turlough wouldn't risk an unsafe tunnel. RANGE: No, not that. I've suspected for a long time that Captain Revere ordered the quarry closed because of something he found. DOCTOR: What sort of something? RANGE: A geological feature, perhaps? Something beneath the surface...it might be dangerous to disturb. 27, INT: MEDICAL SHELTER (Brazen has found the envelope with 'Deaths Unaccountable' on it.) BRAZEN: So, it's Mr. Range who's been spreading these rumours. TEGAN: What rumours? BRAZEN: Disinformation about the status quo! (To an Orderly) You, keep an eye on things down here! (He runs out. Plantagenet, meanwhile, is on the soil next to the bed.) PLANTAGENET: Aaa...help...help! (Tegan runs over to him.) TEGAN: Plantagenet! (She physically tries to lift him up, but he is unable to be moved. He is being sucked down into the ground. Within seconds, the leader of Frontios is nowhere to be seen - eaten by the earth.) 28, INT: MINES (Norna and Turlough are continuing through the mines. It is clear that Turlough is uncomfortable.) NORNA: Bring the light here a minute. (He goes over to her.) NORNA: The walls are quite different here. TURLOUGH: Smooth like glass. Perhaps we ought to go back. NORNA: In a minute. I want to see where this leads to. (She runs off excitedly again.) 29, INT: RESEARCH ROOM (Range passes a lamp down the hole to the Doctor.) RANGE: Are you sure, Doctor? ... 30, INT: MINES RANGE: ...I want to help. DOCTOR: You will, Mr. Range, by staying here. These sort of adventures depend on a well-manned home base. 31, INT: MINES (Norna has led Turlough to another different part of the mines.) TURLOUGH: Can we go back now? Please. NORNA: Look, come on chicken... TURLOUGH: I'm not frightened! I'm just thinking. NORNA: Well I'll leave you to it then. I'm going on. TURLOUGH: No wait...I'm coming! (He hurries off after her. After they are both gone, two shiny 'features' of the wall where they were standing start to move and, as they turn around, it can be seen that they are two large insect-like creatures with dark shiny shells. They slowly move off following Turlough and Norna.) 32, INT: MEDICAL SHELTER (Brazen is back, and he is inspecting the soil where Plantagenet disappeared.) TEGAN: It's true. It's as if something was sucking him through the floor! I must get the Doctor! BRAZEN: I don't think so! (He grabs her arm when she tries to run past him.) BRAZEN: We're going to need you here. (Suddenly a large group of colonists start running into the medical shelter. Brazen walks over and notices Cockerill amongst them.) BRAZEN: What's the meaning of this crass behaviour?!...Cockerill! What's going on? COCKERILL: I'm...trying to control the crowd, sir. There's unrest about the leader. BRAZEN: You're an Orderly, aren't you. So keep order! That's the meaning of the word! (Cockerill quickly ushers the crowd out.) BRAZEN: Go on, out! COCKERILL: They think Plantagenet's d*ad. BRAZEN: Come on! 33, EXT: FRONTIOS BRAZEN: You've come to show them he's alive, I suppose, eh? What do you think this is - a waxworks museum? Some right retrograde material amongst you lot! Go on...get back to your business! Let Plantagenet and myself get back with ours! (He throws a metal bar that one of the people had carried onto the ground. They all walk off.) 34, INT: MINES (The Doctor walks along the mines. Suddenly he hears a noise, so he hides. But it is only Range. He walks right up next to the Doctor without seeing him.) RANGE: Doctor? Are you there? DOCTOR: I thought you were supposed to be guarding the rear. RANGE: It's my daughter, Doctor. I can't let you take all the risk. DOCTOR: (unimpressed) Oh well, a risk shared is a risk doubled. Come along. 35, INT: MEDICAL SHELTER (Tegan tries to sneak out past the Orderly, but he notices her.) ORDERLY: Hey! (Tegan grabs the loose wires from the lights, intending to use them as a w*apon, but Brazen has cut her off at the top of the stairs.) BRAZEN: Now now! We'll have none of that activity here. (Tegan puts the wires together, causing a bright flash, which blinds Brazen for a while. She runs out of the building...) BRAZEN: Ah! Quickly stop her! 36, EXT: FRONTIOS (She closes the door and barricades it with the metal bar Brazen threw before.) BRAZEN (OOV): She's getting away! (She runs away from the medical shelter, only to see a large group of Orderlies running from the ship bulkhead with crates of food that they have stolen.) TEGAN: The looting's started already! 37, INT: MINES (Norna is still leading Turlough around. Turlough is now visibly worried.) NORNA: Oh come on, stop daydreaming. TURLOUGH: It's more like a nightmare. NORNA: What is? TURLOUGH: I keep glimpsing something out of the corner of my eye. NORNA: Yes, they're funny these reflections. TURLOUGH: And there's a word that goes with it...Tractators...that's it... NORNA: Oh come on, just a little bit further. TURLOUGH: Tractators...tractators. (Turlough eventually follows Norna, whispering the word to himself.) 38, INT: RESEARCH ROOM (Tegan is surprised to find the Research Room empty.) TEGAN: Doctor? (She finds the entrance to the mines. She grabs a lamp and looks down.) TEGAN: Doctor? Is there anybody down there? 39, INT: MINES (The Doctor stops Range.) DOCTOR: Ssh. RANGE: I can't here anything. DOCTOR: Listen. (There is a bloodcurdling yell from somewhere in the mines. It is Turlough.) RANGE: I heard that. (Turlough runs into view of the Doctor, who has to physically stop him from running past him.) DOCTOR: Turlough! Turlough... (Turlough is delirious, he looks totally petrified, and his staring eyes are made to look even more insane by the slight green glow of the lamps.) TURLOUGH: Tractators! I'VE SEEN THEM! DOCTOR: Mr. Range? Look after Turlough. I'm going on alone. (Range takes Turlough, who is staring blankly into nothing, and breathing heavily. The Doctor walks off.) 40, EXT: FRONTIOS BRAZEN: (OOV) Get this door open! (The door starts to get broken down with a makeshift battering ram.) 41, INT: MINES (Range makes Turlough sit down. Tegan runs up.) TEGAN: So here you are. Is he alright? RANGE: Yes, I think so. TEGAN: What happened? RANGE: I don't know. The Doctor's gone to investigate. TEGAN: You take care of him. The Doctor will probably need some help. RANGE: No! Wait! (Tegan doesn't stop though.) RANGE: What happened in there? Please tell me. Is my daughter safe? (But Turlough seems incapable of responding. He looks dazed.) 42, INT: MINES (In a large cave, Norna is surrounded by a group of scaled, insect-like creatures - Tractators. They seem to be exerting some sort of force on her, holding her immobile. Elsewhere, the Doctor is watching.) DOCTOR: So they're Tractators. (Suddenly, the Doctor spots Tegan across the other side of the cave.) DOCTOR: No Tegan! Get back! (He ducks behind a boulder, and Tegan stays out of view. One of the Tractators, bigger than the others and with a different face, turns around. The Doctor gradually puts his head up to see, but is immediately captured by the force emitted by the Tractator. It is seemingly a tractor beam of some sort and the Doctor is helplessly herded into the circle to join Norna...)
{"type": "series", "show": "Doctor Who", "episode": "21x08 - Frontios - part 2"}
foreverdreaming
Frontios by Christopher H. Bidmead Part Three Original Air Date: 2 February, 1984 6:40pm - 7:05pm 1, INT: MINES (Turlough is being looked after by Range. He is seated in the cave. He looks very dazed. Tegan is also there.) TEGAN: What happened? RANGE: I don't know. The Doctor's gone to investigate. TEGAN: You take care of him; the Doctor will probably need some help. RANGE: No! Wait! (Tegan doesn't stop though.) RANGE: What happened in there? Please tell me. Is my daughter safe? (But Turlough seems incapable of responding. He looks dazed.) 2, INT: MINES (In a large cave, Norna is surrounded by a group of scaled, insect-like creatures - Tractators. They seem to be exerting some sort of force on her, holding her immobile. Elsewhere, the Doctor is watching.) DOCTOR: So they're Tractators. (Suddenly the Doctor spots Tegan across the other side of the cave.) DOCTOR: No Tegan! Get back! (He ducks behind a boulder, and Tegan stays out of view. One of the Tractators, bigger than the others and with a different face, turns around. The Doctor gradually puts his head up to see, but is immediately captured by the force emitted by the Tractator. It is seemingly a tractor beam of some sort and the Doctor is helplessly herded into the circle to join Norna. Tegan has been watching, and she moves behind the Tractators and throws her lamp on the ground, causing a big green flash. The Tractators scatter.) TEGAN: Are you alright? DOCTOR: Get her out of here. I'll hold them off. (Tegan and Norna start to leave.) TEGAN: But Doctor... DOCTOR: OUT! (He gives Tegan his lamp and they run off.) 3, EXT: FRONTIOS (The Orderlies succeed in breaking down the door of the medical shelter, and they emerge with Brazen not far behind.) BRAZEN: Alright, listen you lot! The retrograde element is out in strength. Emergency discipline procedures apply from this moment on - desertion, looting, insubordination will suffer the highest penalty! (He calms down) Right. First we find the Doctor. (They start to walk off, and they see a group of looters running from the ship. Brazen is furious.) BRAZEN: Alright, you lot! You've got one minute to CLEAR THIS AREA!!! 4, INT: MINES (Range is still trying to get something out of Turlough. Tegan and Norna return.) RANGE: Norna! Thank goodness you're safe. Where's the Doctor? TEGAN: I'm going back for him. NORNA: No, it's too dangerous! TEGAN: We can't leave him there! RANGE: Norna, you stay here with Turlough. I'm coming with you. TEGAN: No, thanks all the same, but the Doctor's my responsibility. (She runs off.) RANGE: No...that's foolish to go into those tunnels alone. Look after the boy. I won't be long. NORNA: No! (Range leaves.) 5, INT: MINES (The Doctor stands around, until he notices two Tractators coming towards him. He hides behind a boulder. Suddenly the boulder starts moving, affected by the Tractator's power.) DOCTOR: Oh no... (The Doctor grabs the boulder, resisting its movement. The Doctor suddenly has an idea.) DOCTOR: ...On the other hand...just a touch of...spin...! (He rolls the boulder himself now, gathering momentum, and then, with a tremendous heave, rolls it straight into the two Tractators. The Doctor ends up on the ground.) DOCTOR: Howzat? (He gets up and runs off.) 6, INT: MINES (Tegan is elsewhere in the mines.) TEGAN: Don't tell me you're lost, Doctor. Because if you are...so am I. (The Doctor walks around until he spots her.) DOCTOR: Ah, the proverbial light at the end of the tunnel. (But as he is about to move off, the Tractator's gravity force surrounds him. He tries to walk.) DOCTOR: Almost like walking through treacle! (He loses control and falls on his stomach, dragged backwards by the force.) TEGAN: Hold on Doctor, I'll give you a hand! DOCTOR: No! Stay back! (Tegan runs up and grabs his hand, but she can't drag him against the force.) TEGAN: It's alright Doctor, I've got you... What's happening? DOCTOR: Some sort of gravity beam - from the Tractators! (He sees Range approaching.) DOCTOR: No no! Stay back! Get everyone back to the Research Room! (The Doctor and Tegan are dragged away by the force. Range also leaves. The Doctor and Tegan are continuously dragged to another part of the mine.) TEGAN: Doctor, think of something! DOCTOR: Oh, I am - lots of things - nothing that quite fits the...gravity of the situation! (They are dragged even further away.) 7, INT: MINES (Turlough is actually speaking again. It doesn't really sound like him though, more as if he were deliriously rambling instead.) TURLOUGH: ...My home...Tractators...I've seen all this before... (Range runs up.) RANGE: Quick, we must get him to the surface and get help. NORNA: But he's speaking, Father. I think it's important. TURLOUGH: They were there...WAITING...destroying us from inside... NORNA: Sounds like something coming up from his past, like a memory picture. TURLOUGH: Once...long ago...on my home... NORNA: You remember them? TURLOUGH: WE REMEMBER THEM! THE PEOPLE OF MY PLANET WILL NEVER FORGET! RANGE: It's more than his past. It's more like deep ancestral memory. TURLOUGH: TRACTATORS! Once...long ago...my home was...AN INFECTION!!! (Turlough is effectively frothing at the mouth, and he still looks as though he's in a trance from unlocking the memories.) 8, INT: MINES (The Doctor and Tegan are sliding along, controlled by the force.) DOCTOR: Give me the lamp! TEGAN: What are you gonna do? DOCTOR: Wait until we're closer! 9, INT: COLONY SHIP (Brazen leads two Orderlies through the corridors of the ship.) 10, INT: STATE ROOM (Cockerill is packing food into a box. Brazen walks in.) BRAZEN: You, Cockerill? This is looting! Anything to say? COCKERILL: What? It's all over. Can't you see that? BRAZEN: For you, yes. COCKERILL: For Frontios. Plantagenet's been eaten by the earth. BRAZEN: Is that what they're saying? 11, INT: CAVES (Tegan and the Doctor continue to slide.) DOCTOR: Hold on! Now! (He throws the lamp, and it explodes. There is a loud noise from the Tractator controlling them, and then they are released from its control. They stand up.) DOCTOR: Better get out of here. (They turn and run.) 12, INT: STATE ROOM COCKERILL: The line of leadership is destroyed, and now it's every man for himself. BRAZEN: Where do you glean all this information? COCKERILL: It's common knowledge. BRAZEN: Common knowledge? You sound like a Retrograde! COCKERILL: We're all Rets now, Brazen. (Brazen grabs the box out of Cockerill's arms, then indicates to his Orderlies.) BRAZEN: Take him away. (They all walk out.) 13, INT: CAVES (Norna and Range are effectively carrying the dazed Turlough through the caves.) RANGE: Steady, young man. Not much further to go. NORNA: Wait a minute, father... (She leaves Turlough's side and goes over to pick up a piece of shiny material near them.) NORNA: It's a map. RANGE: That's Captain Revere's writing. NORNA: Then that proves it; he must've known about the caves and tunnels. RANGE: And more than that perhaps. NORNA: You don't suppose he knew about the creatures? RANGE: Well, he must've suspected something if he was down this far. NORNA: Well, why not tell the people of Frontios?! RANGE: Hmm. The conspiracy of silence. I've been collecting evidence all these years... NORNA: You don't think they're connected, the unaccountable deaths and...these creatures? RANGE: There is a connection. That girl Tegan told me she saw... Come on, we must hurry. (They go over to the wall where Turlough has made his way to, and try to get his attention, but he flinches when they touch him.) TURLOUGH: The earth is hungry...it waits to eat... NORNA: He's forcing himself to remember. TURLOUGH: I can see them! They are the appetite beneath the GROUND!! 14, EXT: FRONTIOS (Cockerill is escorted outside. Brazen shoves the box of food back into his arms.) COCKERILL: You're letting me go? BRAZEN: I don't need you. (He starts to move off.) COCKERILL: This colony is finished, and everyone knows it - except for those who are too stupid to think for themselves! BRAZEN: You've got enough food there to last...a few days. What then!? COCKERILL: I don't know. BRAZEN: It's not easy to live inside this system. But to live outside of it takes more than you've got. (Cockerill turns to go, but he hasn't gone more than ten metres before a group of Retrogrades set upon him, beating him up and taking the food. Brazen just watches.) BRAZEN: Leave him be. He's made his choice. 15, INT: MINES RANGE: We must get help. NORNA: This may be the help we need, Father. It's here that he remembers best. (To Turlough) You can see them under the ground? What are they doing? TURLOUGH: ...Growing...Breeding...Spreading the infection. NORNA: How do they do that? (Turlough looks like he's in great pain.) TURLOUGH: ...I can't see it...THERE'S A WALL!!! RANGE: An emotional block, something he doesn't want to face. NORNA: Try to get through the wall! TURLOUGH: ...Black walls...smooth...they shine like glass... NORNA: You can see through glass - look through it! TURLOUGH: ...No!...IT'S EVIL!...I CAN'T LOOK!!! (Turlough collapses, almost in tears, his mind seemingly broken. Range and Norna try and hold him upright.) RANGE: That's enough; we must get him out of here. (They have to drag him along as they head towards the exit to the mines.) 16, EXT: FRONTIOS (Cockerill lies still on the earth, his face bruised and bloodied. Small areas of soil start to slip further down into the ground...) 17, INT: MINES (Norna and Range bring Turlough towards the ladder. But as Range starts to climb...) BRAZEN: (OOV) Ah. Mr. Range... 18, INT: RESEARCH ROOM BRAZEN: We've been waiting for you. I have a file here which contents amount to a charge of sedition! Bring them along to the State Room. 19, INT: MINES (Range and Norna look around to see Orderlies coming into sight, surrounding them at the bottom of the ladder.) 20, EXT: FRONTIOS (Cockerill wakes up. He realizes that he is being sucked down slowly into the ground. He looks up and sees the group of Retrogrades watching him.) COCKERILL: ...help me! Please, someone! Help me! (They shake their heads. Cockerill now has soil covering most of his arms as he gets sucked further down.) COCKERILL: Help me! 21, INT: MINES (Tegan and the Doctor are walking around in the caves quietly.) TEGAN: If only we knew more about these creatures. DOCTOR: I suspect Turlough can help us with that, as soon as we get back... (He quickly stops and turns around.) DOCTOR: ...Get back. TEGAN: I heard you the first time. DOCTOR: Against the wall! There are more of them. (They see a Tractator with its gravity beam going towards the roof of the caves.) TEGAN: What's it doing? DOCTOR: There's someone up there it wants to get down. 22, EXT: FRONTIOS (Cockerill is that someone, and he continues to plead with the Retrogrades. He is now almost fully submerged.) COCKERILL: HELP ME! (He starts to fade away as Plantagenet did.) 23, INT: MINES (The Doctor has withdrawn a cricket ball from his pocket.) DOCTOR: I'm going to try...an experiment. (The Tractator turns around to face them.) TEGAN: Too late, it's seen us! 24, EXT: FRONTIOS (Cockerill, no longer in the Tractator's beam, throws himself out of the earth and stands up. The Retrogrades are impressed.) RETROGRADE: He outlived the hunger of the earth! A man who can do that can do anything! 25, INT: STATE ROOM (In the State Room, a female deputy is seated and she addresses Range who is on trial. Brazen stands back from the deputy, and Norna and Turlough are back behind Range. Turlough is seated and he still looks dazed.) DEPUTY: Do I understand then, Mr. Range, that you admit to keeping private and secret medical records? RANGE: I'm the Chief Science Officer. DEPUTY: Of course. And these records purport in part to contain a history of...'mysterious disappearances'? RANGE: The records are accurate. Ever since our first arrival on this planet there have been cases... DEPUTY: (interrupting) We all know the myths going about the place, Mr. Range. No need to elaborate them here. RANGE: But are they myths? That's the point! BRAZEN: Address the deputy, Mr. Range. It's the facts we're after - not a public debate! RANGE: But these are the facts; bodies of the d*ad that have not been recovered; work personnel in the quarry unaccounted for. I even have one reliable eyewitness account of a corpse disappearing into the earth! DEPUTY: Quite. But for some reason you chose to keep these...happenings secret. RANGE: No, the State made them a secret. I merely collected the records. BRAZEN: I'm a plain speaking man, Mr. Range. You've been collecting this garbage in order to subvert law and order on Frontios, haven't you? Now admit it! RANGE: Plantagenet accuses me of that? DEPUTY: That is correct. RANGE: Then where is he? (The Deputy remains silent.) RANGE: I know why he isn't here. The Doctor's friend told me what she saw in the medical shelter. ‘Frontios buries its own d*ad', that's what they say, isn't it? DEPUTY: So runs the myth. RANGE: She saw that myth. She saw Plantagenet being eaten by the earth. TURLOUGH: ...eaten...by the earth... DEPUTY: He has some contribution to offer? TURLOUGH: They live in the ground below...pulling us to them in our times of weakness... DEPUTY: Please, we have work to do... TURLOUGH: d*ad or alive, ...their forces...dug at our bodies. BRAZEN: What do you know about this? NORNA: Leave him alone! RANGE: He's in shock, he needs warmth and rest. BRAZEN: And I need answers, Mr. Range! (To Orderlies) Wait outside, you two. (They leave.) BRAZEN: (To Deputy) Off the record, I think. (To Turlough) They...you say. Who are they? (Turlough looks at Brazen silently.) RANGE: I warn you as a medical man, he's in no state to be questioned! BRAZEN: And you're out of order, Mr. Range! If there's a grain of truth in this story of yours, then these are important matters of State! Do you expect me to delay the investigation just because this young man is feeling delicate?! (Addressing Turlough again) Your name's Turlough, eh? (Turlough nods.) BRAZEN: Well now, Turlough, I want to hear...all about this. (Turlough stares at him, he looks confused.) 26, INT: MINES (The Doctor and Tegan still look for a way out.) TEGAN: We've got to find the way out. DOCTOR: Well, sometimes it's easier to look for the way in, and then work backwards. TEGAN: Oh, come on Doctor, all these tunnels look the same! DOCTOR: Oh, but they aren't... (He bends down and picks up a handful of chippings from the ground.) DOCTOR: What do you make of these? TEGAN: Just loose chippings... DOCTOR: Hmm...these chippings have recently been machined from these walls. TEGAN: They have machines? DOCTOR: Functionally advanced ones, at that. They're creating an extensive and elaborate tunnel system. Oh, insect-like they may be, but they're no ordinary insects. They have highly refined powers of abstract reasoning. These Tractators must be very intelligent beings indeed. 27, INT: TRACTATORS CAVE (In a massive hollowed out cave the Tractators surround a smallish circular cage in which a man is sitting. The Tractator's leader, bigger and a different colour, speaks. He is the Gravis.) GRAVIS: It is time we fetched this Doctor to us. Send...'the machine'. 28, INT: STATE ROOM (Brazen paces around the room.) BRAZEN: Organised...intelligent... hmm, not much of an enemy profile. What I want to know is what they are about and why! NORNA: Please, he's in a state of shock. RANGE: When deep ancestral memory pictures break through the conscious mind like this, dangerous instabilities are created. Now leave the boy alone! If anybody is on trial here, it's me! BRAZEN: Not a trial, Mr. Range; a pooling of information - something we should've done decades ago! RANGE: Well, you had the chance. BRAZEN: No! Because you had all the information locked up! If you'd shown us that, then Captain Revere, who with his bare hands held this shambles we called Frontios together, might still be alive! NORNA: Captain Revere knew about the creatures, he must have done! It's his fault, why didn't he tell us? BRAZEN: And add to the rumours and unrest? You can't broadcast socially sensitive information unless you're in control of the facts! NORNA: But if we'd known for sure... BRAZEN: We'd have done what?! These Tractators that the boy talks about...they could explain the unspeakable events that we have witnessed. RANGE: Not witnessed, Brazen, if we're being particular about this. You and I have not actually seen it happen. BRAZEN: ...I have...Mr. Range. ...Come with me. I want to show you something. (He walks towards the door and they all follow him.) 29, INT: MINES (The Doctor takes his finger out of his mouth and holds it up.) DOCTOR: You're never without a sense of direction while there's an air flow. Air flows from A to B. Usually you want to be at B...or at A... TEGAN: I don't want to be at A or B, thank you very much. I just want to be out of these tunnels and back in the... DOCTOR: Yes, well I think you can forget about the TARDIS. It's probably scattered in little pieces across the whole of Frontios. (They turn and go down another corridor.) 30, INT: RESEARCH ROOM (Brazen holds a lamp down through a hole in the floor, where a depression in the earth below can be seen. It is in the unmistakable shape of a body.) BRAZEN: There, you see. RANGE: But the State funeral? We all saw the body. NORNA: But not the face. BRAZEN: Carcasses are plentiful on Frontios. There had to be a corpse, just to...keep public order. NORNA: It was here he disappeared? BRAZEN: Sucked into the earth in front of my eyes. He was badly injured by the falling boulders and rubble, but...he would've lived. (Turlough seems to be almost himself again.) TURLOUGH: He may still be alive. BRAZEN: Alive? NORNA: What do you mean? TURLOUGH: The Tractators need living flesh. They need minds. As well as bodies... 31, INT: TRACTATORS' CAVE (The Gravis addresses the person in the cage, Plantagenet.) GRAVIS: The work of excavation is our task. Beneath the soil we can expand and populate the whole of Frontios. Do you understand? It is important that you understand. ...Speak. PLANTAGENET: We will defeat your goal! GRAVIS: You do not know our goals! I have described our means. Once we have full control of Frontios, our plans are only just beginning. PLANTAGENET: You are evil! We will fight you to the last! GRAVIS: This is not a w*r, Plantagenet. It is a...co-operation. You will see. PLANTAGENET: The colonists of Frontios will never co-operate with you. GRAVIS: And yet they do! We Tractators have devised an economical technology of excavation. But...it needs a c*ptive human mind to drive it. PLANTAGENET: c*ptive? Slaves? GRAVIS: You will see. You will see... Our old driver is nearing the end of his useful powers, but now we have another to take his place! (The Gravis creeps closer to the cage.) GRAVIS: Do we not...Plantagenet? (Plantagenet stares back, in grim realisation.) 32, INT: COLONY SHIP (Brazen walks with the Deputy.) BRAZEN: I want a strategic force of five hand-picked men equipped for a below-ground sortie. (They arrive at the State Room.) BRAZEN: Ah...we'll have the briefing in here within the quarter-hour. DEPUTY: Very good, Chief Orderly. 33, INT: MINES (The Doctor and Tegan stop as they hear a rumbling noise from somewhere in the caves.) DOCTOR: Wait...that's the sound. TEGAN: What is it? DOCTOR: The machine that did this. (The noise gets significantly louder.) DOCTOR: It seems to be coming this way. (They worriedly go back in the other direction.) 34, INT: RESEARCH ROOM (The operation is beginning, with Range helping some Orderlies down into the mines with lamps. Brazen is in the background talking to more Orderlies. One Orderly has a g*n with him, which Brazen confiscates.) BRAZEN: That w*apon's no good for tunnel work, Jensen...oh, and I'll take the rations. We are going to be privileged to sit down and eat with Plantagenet on our return. (Jensen is given a lamp by Range and he starts to descend. Elsewhere in the Research Room, Norna is talking to a fully recovered Turlough, who now seems embarrassed by his experiences. He is intently fiddling with a small metal device.) NORNA: You didn't let anybody down. TURLOUGH: It doesn't matter. It's not my sort of thing anyway - mooching around in caves and tunnels underground. (Back in the other part of the Research Room, Brazen talks to Range.) RANGE: Not Turlough. BRAZEN: We need someone who knows the terrain. RANGE: His mental state won't be reliable beneath ground. I'll come with you. (Norna has joined them.) BRAZEN: (quietly) I'd prefer you to stay here with your daughter. The Rets are on the rampage, things could get nasty outside too. NORNA: I don't need looking after. BRAZEN: (annoyed) Alright Mr. Range, I'll accept your offer... (Range kisses Norna, and then they help him down the ladder.) 35, INT: MINES (Range gets to the bottom of the ladder, and Brazen follows him down.) 36, INT: RESEARCH ROOM (Turlough walks up to join Norna. He stares intently at the manhole.) 37, INT: MINES (Tegan and the Doctor still go through the mines, trying to get away from the machine. The Doctor suddenly stops and pulls Tegan against a wall.) DOCTOR: Tractators - d*ad ahead. TEGAN: This is ridiculous - running about like rabbits in a hole. If you ask me... DOCTOR: (interrupting) No one is, Tegan, so shush. (They wait a few seconds and hear the machine noise getting louder and louder.) 38, INT: RESEARCH ROOM (Turlough kneels near the hole, deep in thought.) NORNA: Don't t*rture yourself. Nobody expects you to go back down there. TURLOUGH: No, of course they don't. (He stands up.) TURLOUGH: I'm Turlough. (He suddenly holds out both fists to Norna, indicating her to choose one.) NORNA: What's this? TURLOUGH: Decision time. (She picks his left hand. In his hand is a small coin with a hole through the middle. He holds it up and sighs.) TURLOUGH: That's it then. I'm going. NORNA: No, don't be silly. TURLOUGH: You can't argue with fate. Here. (He gives Norna the coin.) TURLOUGH: It's a two corpira piece. You blow through it for good luck. (Turlough holds out his right hand to Norna and shakes her hand.) NORNA: Wait a minute. (Turlough smiles as Norna holds up a second two corpira piece. Without another word Turlough grabs a lamp and goes down the ladder.) 39, INT: MINES (Turlough gets to the bottom and activates his lamp. He then hurries off to catch up with the others.) 40, INT: RESEARCH ROOM (Back in the Research Room, Norna doesn't see two very hungry-looking Retrogrades peering in through the window at the food rations below them...) 41, INT: MINES DOCTOR: Excavating machine...or Tractators. Take your pick. (She points the way of the Tractators.) TEGAN: ...After you. (Resigned to their fate, they walk off into the Tractators cave.) 42, INT: TRACTATORS CAVE (The Doctor and Tegan stop at the entrance, as all the Tractators turn to look at them.) DOCTOR: It's a bit of a problem this, Tegan. (They turn to go back the other way, but they stop again. They back towards the Tractators as the excavating machine arrives. It is a vast circular structure with many blades attached, but the main focus is on its very human driver. A pale, staring human head sits in the centre of the front of the machine, with wires coming in and out of it. The machine's grating, scraping noise continues as it gets nearer.) TEGAN: That's horrible. It's a corpse. DOCTOR: Not exactly. There's a living mind enslaved in the middle of that lot. TEGAN: That face...I recognise it from somewhere. DOCTOR: It's...Captain Revere... (Captain Revere's unseeing eyes stare blankly out from the machine into nothing...)
{"type": "series", "show": "Doctor Who", "episode": "21x09 - Frontios - part 3"}
foreverdreaming
Frontios by Christopher H. Bidmead Part Four Original Air Date: 3 February, 1984 6:40pm - 7:05pm 1, INT: TRACTATORS' CAVE (The excavating machine arrives. It is a vast circular structure with many blades attached, but the main focus is on its very human driver. A pale, staring human head sits in the centre of the front of the machine, with wires coming in and out of it. The machine's grating, scraping noise continues as it gets nearer.) TEGAN: That's horrible. It's a corpse. DOCTOR: Not exactly. There's a living mind enslaved in the middle of that lot. TEGAN: That face...I recognise it from somewhere. DOCTOR: It's...Captain Revere... (Captain Revere's unseeing eyes stare blankly out from the machine into nothing...) GRAVIS: Two specimens have come down to us from the world above in an undamaged state. This is a rare pleasure. DOCTOR: How do you do. I'm the Doctor. (He extends his hand, before remembering that Tractators don't have hands.) DOCTOR: Oh, er, this is Tegan. GRAVIS: We know you Doctor - at least by reputation. DOCTOR: Then perhaps you won't mind telling us who you are. GRAVIS: I am...the Gravis. 2, INT: RESEARCH ROOM (Norna chops up food on a table. She suddenly notices a Retrograde who has entered from above. As he is about to jump down, she throws him down onto the ground. He lies still, but when Norna goes to see if he is alright he grabs her.) NORNA: HELP! (He holds her up against the wall.) 3, INT: TRACTATOR CENTRE (The Doctor and Tegan are led by the Gravis into another chamber, this time with a large swirl pattern on the ground.) GRAVIS: This is our centre of operations. You see, Doctor, I do not fear you would take this information back to Gallifrey. You will never leave Frontios now. DOCTOR: Well, you could be right, Gravis. TEGAN: Considering the state of the TARDIS... (This attracts the Gravis' attention immediately.) GRAVIS: TARDIS? You have...a TARDIS?! TEGAN (sarcastic): Not anymore! (The Doctor was not intending to tell the Gravis anything.) DOCTOR: Ah, not anymore than...any other Time Lord. You like travel? GRAVIS: Only those who have been isolated for millennia truly appreciate the power of mobility. Yes...I should like to see your TARDIS. 3, INT: RESEARCH ROOM (An Orderly walks into the room, and not seeing anyone he grabs some food. The Retrograde is holding Norna out of sight behind some crates.) 4, INT: TRACTATOR CENTRE GRAVIS: We have been marooned out here on Frontios for nearly 500 years - as I'm sure the Time Lords already know. DOCTOR: (friendly) Yes, I'd better put you right on one thing, Gravis: the Time Lords didn't send me to investigate - Gallifrey operates a policy of strict...non-intervention these days. And besides, Frontios is completely outside our...normal sphere of influence. TEGAN: You're practically telling him to carry on as is. (The Doctor knows they can't offend the Gravis, so he continues the friendly routine despite Tegan not understanding.) DOCTOR: Well, we mustn't take the narrow viewpoint, Tegan. After all, Gravis and his friends were here long before the Earth colonists. TEGAN: (bemused) You can't side with them! They built the excavating machine! DOCTOR: (to Gravis, smiling) Slight...communications problem here, Gravis. My assistant hasn't been programmed in the ways of the world. Please forgive the naivety. (Gravis indicates to a Tractator who starts to move towards Tegan. Tegan looks thoroughly confused.) 5, INT: RESEARCH ROOM (The Retrograde covers Norna with a g*n while he eats. Cockerill arrives, trying to be silent. He dives on the man with the g*n, and they fight until a third Retrograde comes in and bashes the first on the back. The first Retrograde collapses and Cockerill gets up.) NORNA: But Cockerill, you're an Orderly! COCKERILL: Retired from active duty. 6, INT: TRACTATOR CENTRE (The Tractator holds Tegan in its beam.) TEGAN: Doctor, you can't let them do this to me. DOCTOR: (still acting) I'm terribly embarrassed about all this. GRAVIS: Not at all, Doctor. DOCTOR: It must be the humidity causing the malfunction. These serving machines are perfectly reliable on Gallifrey. GRAVIS: The guard Tractator here will restrain it while I show you more of our work here. (The Doctor, believing Tegan is safe enough, turns to go, but the Gravis stops.) GRAVIS: It is certainly a very convincing replica of the humanoid life form. DOCTOR: (staring straight at Tegan) Oh, you think so. I got it cheap because the walks not quite right...and then there's the accent of course... (Tegan stares back, fuming. The Doctor once again starts to move off, knowing Tegan is safer without the Gravis around.) DOCTOR: But, when it's working well, it's very reliable - keeping track of appointments, financial planning, word processing, that sort of thing... (The Doctor and the Gravis leave. Tegan can't believe what the Doctor did, but neither can she do anything about it.) 7, INT: RESEARCH ROOM (A large group of Retrogrades have now occupied the Research Room, and they are collecting w*apon. One of them is eating.) COCKERILL: Leave it. There's time enough for that when we've taken the ship. (They are about to leave, with Cockerill leading, but Norna runs up.) NORNA: Listen to me; this isn't the way to do it! (One of the Rets holds Norna.) NORNA: Please stop him somebody! (Cockerill looks at her, and then goes outside.) NORNA: Why is he doing this? RETROGRADE: Look, the earth began to suck him down and then returned him. Cockerill's the man to save this planet. (Cockerill comes back in.) COCKERILL: All clear. Ready? NORNA: No, you don't understand! COCKERILL: Keep her quiet! (They push her away to the other part of the room.) 8, INT: TRACTATORS' CAVE (The Doctor kneels over the now d*ad Captain Revere.) GRAVIS: Once mind functions are extinct the entity is no longer useful as a motive force. DOCTOR: Yes, he seems d*ad enough... GRAVIS: A waste...but we had the best of him. You can watch us fit the replacement. (They turn and look at Plantagenet sitting in the cage.) 9, INT: MINES (Range and Brazen lead the mission forward. Range stops and looks confused.) BRAZEN: Come on, Mr. Range, I've got five good men dependent on you. RANGE: No, I'm lost. I don't know the way. BRAZEN: I'm sure we can pick up the trail again...I'll trust your judgement. RANGE: Let's rest for a while, hmm? BRAZEN: Better for morale if we keep on the move, eh? We can take it slowly. (They move forward a few steps before Brazen stops Range again.) BRAZEN: Quiet! There's someone coming! (He points for the men to hide and he does the same. But the person coming is only Turlough.) BRAZEN: Turlough! RANGE: But you're supposed to be with Norna! You've left her alone! TURLOUGH: I thought you might need me. RANGE: Well, what about Norna?! BRAZEN: We do need you - to show us the way. RANGE: I'm going back, someone should be with her. (He turns and leaves, Turlough yells back to him.) TURLOUGH: NO, IT'S TOO DANGEROUS! BRAZEN: Leave him be! He's not the man for the job...You show us. (Turlough goes to the front of the party and heads off.) 10, INT: TRACTATOR CENTRE (The Tractator still holds Tegan prisoner. Turlough and the party arrive nearby, hidden by rocks. Turlough puts his head up to see what's happening, and quickly ducks again we sees the Tractator.) 11, INT: TRACTATORS CAVE (The Doctor, complete with his half-moon glasses, is examining the excavating machine.) GRAVIS: We will now demonstrate how the drive mechanism is installed. DOCTOR: Ah, yes...if I could just inspect the linkages...? (He pretends to examine the machine, but really he intends to talk to Plantagenet.) PLANTAGENET: Why Doctor? (At that moment, one of the linkages snaps open and attaches itself to the Doctor's neck. The Doctor ignores Plantagenet as he attempts to remove the device.) DOCTOR: Ah yes! It's very efficient, Gravis. You certainly know your mechanics. No shortage of spare parts either, eh? GRAVIS: Not on Frontios. PLANTAGENET: If it weren't for the b*mb... DOCTOR: Oh, but it is for the b*mb, isn't it Gravis? No accident that. GRAVIS: The existence of a heavy asteroid belt in the Veruna system was fortuitous. But the rest, Doctor, has been our gravitational engineering. DOCTOR: You know, I guessed as much - useful asteroid belt up there, some additional gravity beams down here and you're knocking them over like ninepins. PLANTAGENET: I curse the unhappy chance that brought us to this planet. DOCTOR: Ooh, not chance...eh Gravis? GRAVIS: You're right, Doctor. Our skill steered the ship here. PLANTAGENET: You?! DOCTOR: Their gravity beams again. Which explains why the colony ship's systems failed...before the crash. PLANTAGENET: But at the beginning...there was no b*mb...? DOCTOR: Oh, they gave you ten years to establish yourselves, and then they started making their collection. 12, INT: MINES (Range runs around in the tunnels. Suddenly he is captured by a Tractator's gravity beam.) RANGE: No. NO! 13, INT: TRACTATORS' CAVE (Plantagenet is now seated at the front of the machine, links going to his arms and head.) GRAVIS: We are almost ready, Doctor. I shall demonstrate the final adjustment. (The Gravis shuffles off behind the machine, which finally gives the Doctor a chance to speak to Plantagenet without having to flatter the Gravis at the same time.) DOCTOR: I'm here to help you. PLANTAGENET: I don't believe you. DOCTOR: Well, you'll have to trust me. When the time comes, do exactly as I say. PLANTAGENET: Yes, but when will the time come? GRAVIS: (oov) Doctor! DOCTOR: I was rather wondering that myself. 14, INT: MINES (Turlough is trying to find a way of getting past the Tractator guarding Tegan. Brazen tries to push him down under cover.) BRAZEN: Get down! (This is enough to attract the Tractator's attention, and Turlough is caught in its beam.) TURLOUGH: It's seen me. It knows I'm here! ...Help! HELP! (He starts to be dragged away from the others. Brazen holds his legs but its no use.) 15, INT: MINES (Elsewhere, Range manages to fight off the Tractator, which shuffles away. Range picks up his glasses and lamp, and hurries away.) 16, INT: MINES (Turlough gets dragged out into the open.) TURLOUGH: It's tearing me apart! (Brazen loses grip on Turlough's leg and he falls out into the centre, where Tegan goes over to help him. The other men come out of their hiding place as well.) 17, INT: TRACTATOR CENTRE TEGAN: Idiot! The Doctor had a plan. You've ruined it now! TURLOUGH: Save the bickering until we're out of here! TEGAN: He's probably in great danger. Mr Brazen! The Doctor needs your help! This way! (The men att*ck and defeat the Tractator, while Tegan drags Brazen out of the cave with Turlough.) 18, INT: TRACTATORS CAVE GRAVIS: Let us show you how we smooth our walls, Doctor. DOCTOR: Yes, I've been wondering why you needed such a fine polish. More of your gravitational engineering, I suspect? GRAVIS: You're getting ahead of yourself, Doctor; we will have to know one another much better before I can discuss that stage of our plans. DOCTOR: Do you know, I think I can guess, Gravis. The tunnels act as wave guides. You're concentrating your gravitational forces. GRAVIS: ...Possibly. DOCTOR: Why, the combined power would be astronomical. GRAVIS: Yes. When the tunnel system is complete, and the work is nearly done... (Suddenly they hear footsteps and Brazen runs in with Tegan and Turlough.) DOCTOR: No no no, stay back! (Brazen doesn't listen. He runs over to Plantagenet and the machine.) DOCTOR: Please, there are far too many of them. BRAZEN: How do we get him OUT of this, Doctor! DOCTOR: Well, theoretically it's highly complex. Practically... GRAVIS: NO DOCTOR! I FORBID YOU TO TOUCH THE MACHINE! (The Gravis hurries over to try and stop the Doctor. The Doctor pulls out one of the wires and the Gravis is zapped by a blue bolt of energy that comes from the machine. Plantagenet seems to be effected, but not as much as the Gravis, who stumbles around dazed. The other Tractators also start flailing wildly around.) TEGAN: What's happening to them? (The Gravis loses all its balance and falls face first onto the ground.) 19, INT: RESEARCH ROOM (Norna is gagged and tied to the walkway. She struggles to get free. She sees a Kn*fe on the bench, and she uses her foot to bring it towards her.) 20, INT: TRACTATORS' CAVE (The Gravis lies face down on the ground.) BRAZEN: Is he d*ad? DOCTOR: No no, just stunned. (The Doctor tries to pull out the rest of the wires to free Plantagenet from the machine.) DOCTOR: We'll have to work quickly... (As they get rid of the last wires, Brazen gets caught by one of them.) DOCTOR: Careful! (He rips it off Brazen's arm, and Brazen grabs Plantagenet. The Doctor holds the wires.) DOCTOR: Come on you two! We're getting out of here. (They run off, all except for Turlough who is having another lapse of memory. The sight of the machine seems to have put him back under a trance. He moves towards it.) TEGAN: TURLOUGH! TURLOUGH! (Just as he is nearly at the machine, Brazen runs over and gets between him and machine, trying to push him back. The Doctor runs up behind Turlough and tries to pull him. But Turlough is dazed enough to lose control of his body, his momentum pushing Brazen into the clutches of the machine. The Doctor struggles to pull Turlough away.) DOCTOR: BRAZEN! TEGAN: Doctor, the Gravis! (Sure enough, the Gravis is conscious. It starts to stand up.) BRAZEN: Get out of here, sir, while there's time! DOCTOR: Give me your hand! BRAZEN: Go...that's and order... (Those are his last words. He screams as the machine attaches itself to him - he is the new driver. The Doctor half drags and half carries Turlough away.) 21, INT: RESEARCH ROOM (The pack of Retrogrades is back. Cockerill comes in last.) COCKERILL: Look men, this is the beginning of a new Frontios. I never wanted to be a second Plantagenet, but it seems there's no choice. (Norna walks in.) NORNA: We won't need a 'second Plantagenet'. COCKERILL: What do you mean? NORNA: He's still alive. Chief Orderly Brazen and my father have gone to rescue him. (She walks off towards the other part of the room. Cockerill and a Retrograde follow her. They pause and look down the mine.) RETROGRADE: What? Down there? COCKERILL: I don't believe you. (They suddenly hear hoarse breathing noises. They look down and see Range at the bottom of the ladder.) RANGE: It's no good. Tractators everywhere! Frontios is doomed! 22, INT: MINES (The Doctor, Plantagenet, Turlough and an Orderly stop for a rest in the mines. Turlough has recovered.) TURLOUGH: Doctor! I remember everything! I must tell you! DOCTOR: Yes, all in good time, Turlough. TURLOUGH: I know what they are! PLANTAGENET: And I know what they're trying to do. DOCTOR: Well, that sounds promising - put the two things together and we may find a way of stopping them. (Tegan runs up.) TEGAN: The excavating machine - it's going berserk! DOCTOR: I think it's time we left. Come on. (They leave. The Doctor waits behind, listening to the sound of the machine.) 23, INT: TRACTATORS' CAVE (The Gravis moves towards the smoking pile that was his machine.) GRAVIS: My machine...my machine. (He turns and yells out into the caves.) GRAVIS: We will find you, Doctor! You will pay dearly for this disruption to our plans. 24, INT: CAVE (The group has entered another cave. This one is small, dark and rocky.) TEGAN: No sign of them. DOCTOR: Well, these aren't Tractator tunnels; we should be safe here for a while. Keep watch that end! (The Orderly moves off to the end of the cave.) DOCTOR: Now, what do we know about these creatures? PLANTAGENET: The tunnel system is a gigantic ring - smooth and mathematically precise. DOCTOR: Yes...they're building a gravity motor. TEGAN: A motor? TURLOUGH: That's what they do to planets. They're going to drive Frontios. DOCTOR: Steer it through the galaxy under the power of gravity. TURLOUGH: To steal and plunder wherever they go. DOCTOR: And breed - infesting new planets. Nowhere in the universe will be safe from them. 25, INT: OUTSIDE CAVE (The Orderly waits on guard outside the cave. He puts his lamp down for a while, rubbing his hands together. Suddenly the lamp is caught within a Tractator beam and it slowly starts sliding away.) 26, INT: CAVE TEGAN: But if their excavating machine is wrecked, they can't complete the ring? PLANTAGENET: They have another. All they need is a driver. TURLOUGH: And anyone of us will do for that. (They hear two loud screams coming from outside the cave.) TEGAN: That was the Orderly. (Tegan hurries out of the cave.) DOCTOR: No no, Tegan, it's too late! Follow me. (The Doctor leads them out in a different direction.) 27, INT: MINES (In another part of the mine, Tegan seems to have been separated from the others. On a nearby wall she sees something unexpected - a section of the TARDIS interior walls.) TEGAN: The TARDIS!! (She keeps running, seeing more sections of the TARDIS around the place.) TEGAN: ...bits of it anyway. DOCTOR, LOOK WHAT I FOU... (As she turns she sees the Gravis and some Tractators looking right at her.) TEGAN: Oh no, not you again. (She backs slowly away from the approaching Gravis. She continues backwards until she happens upon the TARDIS interior door in one of the walls. The Gravis approaches - very close to her now.) GRAVIS: Perhaps I have been deceived. I think we have found our new driver. (Tegan taking her chance, ducks through the TARDIS door.) 28, INT: TARDIS CONSOLE DOCTOR: (oov) Glad you could join us. TEGAN: Doctor! There you are. DOCTOR: Turlough, Plantagenet and I have been working out a plan. TEGAN: Well, it had better work because they're right outside. (They walk over to the console, which is intact, only, many parts of the walls have rocks in place of the usual walls.) DOCTOR: Oh, I rather hoped they would be. PLANTAGENET: Turlough has remembered the secret of the Tractators! DOCTOR: Hmm, apparently they're not really dangerous. TURLOUGH: It's the Gravis they draw their strength from. Without him, they're...harmless burrowing earth creatures. TEGAN: Well, they certainly fooled me. TURLOUGH: So - all we have to do is find a way of isolating the Gravis from the others. TEGAN: That should be fun. (The Doctor has been underneath the console, Tegan notices for the first time.) TEGAN: He's not trying to take off, surely? TURLOUGH: Unfortunately not. (Turlough helps the Doctor put his hand on the switch he was blindly trying to find.) TURLOUGH: None of the controls are functional. TEGAN: You mean, it just looks pretty. PLANTAGENET: That's the idea. DOCTOR: Well, that's it. (He emerges from beneath the console.) DOCTOR: Now, this should either sort out this whole Tractator problem and repair the TARDIS... TEGAN: ...or? DOCTOR: ...Or it won't. I suggest you all get under cover. (Tegan, Turlough and Plantagenet hide behind the far side of the console. The Doctor prepares for his plan.) GRAVIS: (oov) It is useless to hide! 29, INT: MINES GRAVIS: We have you completely in our control now. (The Doctor pokes his head out of the door.) DOCTOR: Yes, quite. I'd er...I'd like to negotiate...a surrender. GRAVIS: There is nothing to negotiate. DOCTOR: Oh absolutely, you can have it all: Frontios, its unhappy occupants, the lot. I don't think it's fair for us Time Lords to interfere. GRAVIS: You admit you were sent? DOCTOR: Why should we let a bunch of stuffed shirts deprive you of your own form of transportation? Hmm? However primitive. GRAVIS: Primitive? DOCTOR: Well...in comparison to Gallifreyan time technology of course. But...then, what isn't? (The Doctor, continuing his plan, lets the door slip open so the Gravis can see the TARDIS console.) GRAVIS: The...The TARDIS!! DOCTOR: What, this? Oh yes, well, as I was saying, you can have Frontios, all the fixtures and fittings appertaining thereunto, and I'll pull my TARDIS together and get off your patch, hmm? GRAVIS: I should like to see it...this TARDIS. (The Doctor starts to move between the Gravis and the other Tractators, while he continues to make up things to say to distract the Gravis while he ushers him towards the door.) DOCTOR: Well, it's not all here at the moment, you understand. It's, er... it's been spatially distributed to optimise the, um...the packing efficiency of, er... the real time envelope. (He checks that the Tractators are still standing where they were, then follows the Gravis into the TARDIS and shuts the door.) 30, INT: TARDIS CONSOLE GRAVIS: The power of travel is beautiful, Doctor - very beautiful. DOCTOR: Yes, yes indeed. (The Doctor continues his friendly guided tour act. He points to the panel and various switches as he talks to the Gravis.) DOCTOR: Well, as you can see, from this panel Gravis I control all of the main TARDIS functions. The time coordinates, spatial coordinates...all inoperative at the moment, of course, because the spatial distribution circuits are switched in. (The Gravis pushes the switch that the Doctor last mentioned.) DOCTOR: Ah. Now you really will have to be more careful, Gravis. Now the auto-scan is picking up all the locations of the concealed TARDIS components. Oh well, not to worry. I shouldn't think it's even within your powers to reassemble them. Besides, what would you want with an old Type 40 Time and Relative Dimension in Space machine, hmm? GRAVIS: But I do want it, Doctor! The TARDIS - infinite travel within my grasp! (The Doctor said it perfectly. All he has to do now is keep up the act and his plan might work.) DOCTOR: Oh no, Gravis, please. Take everything else but leave me the TARDIS. GRAVIS: I will have it. DOCTOR: Oh no, Gravis, please, I beg you!! Spare me the TARDIS!! GRAVIS: I will have it! TURLOUGH: What's he doing, Doctor? DOCTOR: Shush, this isn't the time to disturb his concentration. (The Doctor - his trap having succeeded - watches hopefully as the console starts to shake. The lighting flickers and a sound like wind can be heard. The Gravis is using all its concentration to bring the missing pieces of the TARDIS together. The others are still under the console.) PLANTAGENET: Doctor, what have you done? (The Doctor appears below.) DOCTOR: Brace yourselves. (The Gravis keeps going.) 31, INT: RESEARCH ROOM (Norna and Range are drinking from cups. The room starts to shake.) NORNA: What was that? RANGE: The end...the end of Frontios. NORNA: Or the beginning, Father... 32, INT: TARDIS CONSOLE (The Gravis still swirls around the room, the wind is loud and everything is shaking.) TEGAN: The TARDIS can't stand this, Doctor. DOCTOR: It's k*ll or cure. (The TARDIS interior walls start to reappear through the rocks. One piece is revealed when a wall of rocks collapses. The Gravis is not finished yet.) TEGAN: The TARDIS is coming together! TURLOUGH: That's impossible. DOCTOR: For you and me maybe, but when the Gravis really wants something... TURLOUGH: The TARDIS will be repaired? DOCTOR: With a bit of luck, any moment, the plasmic outer walls of the TARDIS will seal. TURLOUGH: We'll be in our own dimension! DOCTOR: If your theory is correct, Turlough, the vital link between the Gravis and his Tractator chums... Hold on! (They cling to the console harder, as the light gets brighter. The Gravis keeps trying. All of the walls are gradually appearing as normal. The wind dies down, the Gravis collapses onto the console and lights are back to normal. The Doctor moves over to the seemingly unconscious or d*ad Gravis.) PLANTAGENET: Is he d*ad? DOCTOR: Oh no no, but quite harmless...and as long as we keep him isolated from the other Tractators, he'll stay that way. TEGAN: We can't go dragging around the universe with a dormant Gravis on the console...? DOCTOR: Well, the first thing we'll do... is drop him off on some uninhabited planet. 33, EXT: FRONTIOS (Sometime in the near future, Plantagenet and Range are walking outside in a now safe world. Plantagenet is back in uniform.) PLANTAGENET: Brave man, this Doctor - travelling with the Gravis on board? RANGE: Oh, it's quite harmless now. I inspected the creature myself. (They approach Turlough and Norna. Turlough has the hat-stand. He puts it on the ground.) TURLOUGH: Now all we need...is a console room to go round it. RANGE: Well the Doctor and Tegan are due back any minute... TURLOUGH: He's got a present for you. PLANTAGENET: A present? But it is enough that he has given us our freedom. RANGE: Yes, no more terror - descending from the sky. TURLOUGH: Not unless you count...the TARDIS. (They all hear the TARDIS arriving. The Doctor and Tegan emerge.) DOCTOR: Well that's that. The Gravis is safe and well on the uninhabited planet of Kolkokron, exercising his animal magnetism on the rocks and boulders. TEGAN: There's nothing but rocks and boulders out there. All the planets are deserted according to the TARDIS scanner. RANGE: Well it's better than being among enemies as we thought. PLANTAGENET: So, the last of mankind is after all quite alone. DOCTOR: Alone, but in good hands Plantagenet. Speaking of which, I know it's not much, but er...a farewell token. (He picks up the hat stand and places it in front of Plantagenet.) PLANTAGENET: Frontios is honoured, Doctor. But surely you'll stay a while longer and enjoy some of the new colony we're building? DOCTOR: Oh no no, far too much repair work of my own to be done. Besides, time and the time laws don't permit it. There's an etiquette about these things which we've rather overlooked, I'm afraid. RANGE: But Doctor, you've done so much for us. (The Doctor looks slightly paranoid, thinking of the Time Lords.) DOCTOR: Yes, quite. Don't mention it. (He disappears into the TARDIS.) NORNA: After all he's done, he just says 'don't mention it'? TEGAN: He means it, literally. TURLOUGH: Don't mention it...to anyone. (Tegan and Turlough go into the TARDIS leaving Norna, Range and Plantagenet to watch them leave. Plantagenet looks up at the hat stand.) 34, INT: TARDIS CONSOLE (The Doctor comes out of the interior door and walks to the console where Turlough and Tegan are.) DOCTOR: Now, listen you two, if the Time Lords ever hear about our little trip to Frontios...they'll be serious trouble. (The Doctor listens to something on the console.) TURLOUGH: What would have happened if we hadn't been there, Doctor? TEGAN: Well, the TARDIS engines would be working properly, for one thing. DOCTOR: Oh, there's nothing wrong with them... (He hits the console.) TEGAN: Then why are they making that funny noise? TURLOUGH: We're going far too fast Doctor...STOP THE ENGINES! DOCTOR: No no no, leave them, they're alright. (Suddenly there is a strange noise and they all fall forward onto the console as the room shakes.) TURLOUGH: WHAT'S HAPPENING?! TEGAN: The Gravis? DOCTOR: Oh no, this is something much more powerful: we're being pulled towards the middle of the universe! I'm trying to pull against it. TEGAN: Against what? DOCTOR: I don't know. I think we're about to find out...
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RESURRECTION OF THE DALEKS BY: ERIC SAWARD Part One Original Air Date: 8 February 1984 Running time: 46:24 STIEN: Which way? GALLOWAY: Does it matter? MAN: Where are we? MAN: Run! STIEN: Where've they gone? GALLOWAY: Where'd you think. Come on. LYTTON: That was a shambles. TROOPER: The escape was prevented? LYTTON: They got out of the warehouse. It should never have happened. And who ordered the use of machine p*stol? TROOPER: Standing orders. Nothing anachronistic is to be taken to Earth. LYTTON: So instead we slaughter valuable specimens. Next time, stun lasers are to be used. TROOPER: It was an unfortunate mistake. LYTTON: Make it your last, otherwise the next execution squad will be coming for you. TEGAN: Are you all right? DOCTOR: I can't free the TARDIS from the Time Corridor! TEGAN: Is there anything you can do? DOCTOR: No, too much turbulence. Hold on. Things must s*ab soon. STIEN: What if they're still in there, waiting? GALLOWAY: We must warn our own people. STIEN: Use the Time Corridor? GALLOWAY: You said you were a soldier. Have you no sense of loyalty? STIEN: I'm a Quartermaster Sergeant. I'm not combat trained. I can't afford your sort of principles. Look at me, I'm not exactly in condition. I can't even run properly. GALLOWAY: You're pathetic. STIEN: That too. TURLOUGH: Doctor, we're weaving in time. DOCTOR: Yes, yes, I know. TEGAN: Can't we materialise? TURLOUGH: No, not until we're free of the Time Corridor. We risk break-up. TEGAN: Is that true? DOCTOR: Not if I have anything to do with it. TEGAN: Oh, no. GALLOWAY: They've gone. STIEN: They could have closed the Time Corridor down. Let's get out of here. I'm scared. GALLOWAY: The entrance to the corridor is round here somewhere. STIEN: There's nothing there now. What was that? GALLOWAY: A rodent. STIEN: Wearing combat boots? GALLOWAY: Back to the stairs, quick. STIEN: Can you see anything? GALLOWAY (OOV.): Get out of here! STIEN: Galloway? STIEN: Galloway! STIEN: Oh, Galloway. TEGAN: What are we waiting for? DOCTOR: The right moment. The time stress on the TARDIS varies greatly. I'm waiting for the right moment to break out of the Time Corridor. TEGAN: Can I get to my room? I feel sick. DOCTOR: Too late, Tegan. Hold on. DOCTOR: Hold on! TROOPER: Check list completed. All systems functioning. LYTTON: Raise the force shield. All troopers to battle stations. Battle speed! TEGAN: Doctor, I can't stand much more. DOCTOR: Hold on. DOCTOR: We're free. TURLOUGH: Is it over? DOCTOR: For the moment. Are you all right? TEGAN: Yes, I think so. MERCER: I don't believe this. How long has the station been in this state? STYLES: Since regular inspections ceased. MERCER: This place is falling to pieces. STYLES: Huh. And you're seeing it on a good day. If you wanted to see everything spick and span, you shouldn't have asked for a transfer to a prison. Come on! MERCER: How'd you cope with that mess? STYLES: By ignoring it. My only concern is the medical welfare of the crew and the prisoner. MERCER: Isn't that rather a narrow view of your responsibilities? STYLES: Oh, do shut up, will you? It's the only way to stay sane. You've only been here three days. You know nothing. MERCER: I've been here long enough to learn that the morale on this station is appalling. STYLES: If the Captain doesn't care, why should I? MERCER: Why, indeed? STYLES: Look, my tour of duty finishes here in eight weeks. I'm dependent on a good report from the Captain for my next promotion. MERCER: I see. STYLES: Oh no, I don't think you do. If I don't get a good report, I could be here for another two years. MERCER: If Control were aware of the morale on this station, the Captain wouldn't be in command. STYLES: It's been tried before, usually by inexperienced new boys like you. And the way you're carrying on, you are going to end up exactly like the others. MERCER: Meaning? STYLES: d*ad. You are the third security officer we've had here in two years. [/i] TURLOUGH: Doctor, we're travelling parallel to the Time Corridor. TEGAN: Where are we going? TURLOUGH: Twentieth century Earth, it seems. OSBORN: How long is your tour of duty? MERCER: Two years. OSBORN: Oh? The Captain normally allows new arrivals to settle in before subjecting them to the tedium of Officer of the Watch. What did you do? MERCER: I complained. OSBORN: Someone should have warned you. MERCER: I had every right. Have you seen the state of the defence system? OSBORN: You fear an att*ck? MERCER: That's not the point. OSBORN: Oh, I wouldn't worry about it. The only ship we ever see around here is our own supply vessel. CREWMAN: I think you may have spoken too soon. Sensors have picked up a ship in warp drive just enter the exclusion zone. MERCER: Inform the Captain. OSBORN: I wouldn't bother him. Not yet. It could be anything. Let the fighters check it out first. MERCER: What? OSBORN: They'll be grateful for the practice. TEGAN: Have you calculated where we are? DOCTOR: Well, the instruments are still affected by turbulence, but I think it's 1984, London. Found it! TURLOUGH: Doctor, where are you going? DOCTOR: The Time Corridor. I want to find out what all this is about. OSBORN: Fighter leader has made visual contact. It's a battle cruiser! MERCER: Go to Red Alert. Inform the Captain. CREWMAN: Sensors report we're being scanned, sir. MERCER: Red Alert at once! DOCTOR: Such neglect. A hundred years ago this place would have been bustling with activity. TEGAN: It might be again when we find out who's operating the Time Corridor. DOCTOR: Come on. Trouble with you, Tegan, you have no imagination. TEGAN: That's because I can't get worked up about a load of crumbling brickwork. MERCER: Operate the deflector shield. CREWMAN: Power building. MERCER: Seal airlocks. OSBORN: The battle cruiser has att*cked the fighters. MERCER: Can we give them any supporting f*re? OSBORN: No, not at the moment. CREWMAN: All but airlock three is sealed. MERCER: Alert maintenance. CREWMAN: We've been h*t! MERCER: What's happening? OSBORN: Engineering report. MERCER: What's happening? OSBORN: Engineering report damage to the generating plant. CREWMAN: Cruiser's closing in, sir. OSBORN: I've lost contact with the fighters. MERCER: Open f*re. I said, open f*re! CREWMAN: I can't! We don't have enough power for the laser cannon. We are defenceless. CREWMAN: Look, we should surrender! MERCER: No! OSBORN: But we can't fight. We don't even have a deflector shield. STYLES: Mercer! How much longer is this slaughter to continue? MERCER: Where's the Captain? STYLES: d*ad, along with half the crew. OSBORN: Battle cruiser preparing to dock. MERCER: Which airlock? OSBORN: Three. Maintenance team's still working on it. MERCER: I want every available man down there. Block the corridor with anything they can find. STYLES: More k*lling? MERCER: Your bile would be better directed against the enemy, Doctor. STYLES: How long before they dock? MERCER: Three minutes. We'd better go down to the airlock. STYLES: Right. MERCER: Should we be boarded, destroy the prisoner. OSBORN: Good luck. STIEN: Don't come in here. Soldiers. DOCTOR: What? DOCTOR: He'll be all right. TEGAN: Look at the way he's dressed. DOCTOR: He must have come down the Time Corridor. STIEN: You've got to help me. DOCTOR: What happened? MERCER: Check how much longer the maintenance crew will be. STYLES: Right. MERCER: The cruiser's docked. STYLES: The cruiser's docked. MERCER: Get the shield down! STYLES: Come on, pull! STYLES: Pull! STIEN: I must rest. I'm hungry. I haven't eaten since yesterday. DOCTOR: Who's controlling the Time Corridor? STIEN: I don't know. Have you got anything to eat? TEGAN: Where are you from? STIEN: Earth, but not all the prisoners are from the same period. Are you sure you haven't got anything to eat? DOCTOR: Relax. I'm going into the warehouse. STIEN: No! I told you, there are soldiers. DOCTOR: Perhaps they can tell us what's going on, hmm? STIEN: The Time Corridor's on the next level. Be careful. MERCER: Wait until I give the order. CREWMAN 2: Okay. MERCER: f*re! STYLES: Now. Now! DALEK: Under att*ck. Withdraw. Regroup. DALEK 2: Under att*ck. DALEK: Withdraw. DALEK 2: Withdraw. DALEKS: Withdraw. Withdraw. Withdraw. DALEKS (OOV.): Regroup. LYTTON: Fools! I told you this would happen. They mined the corridor. BLACK: We do not want excuses. The att*ck must continue. LYTTON: Only this time, as I planned. DALEK: You will show more respect for the Supreme Dalek. LYTTON: Your battle tactics won't work. Their position is too strong. BLACK: You may proceed. We shall try your plan. But should you fail, you will be exterminated. TURLOUGH: Dark, isn't it. DOCTOR: Look around. STIEN: I can't see Galloway's body. TEGAN: Look, Doctor. b*ll*ts. DOCTOR: Recently fired. TEGAN: Hardly alien. DOCTOR: Why advertise who you are, hmm? TEGAN: Where's Turlough? DOCTOR: Turlough? TEGAN: Where's he gone? DOCTOR: Turlough! ARCHER: Did you hear that? CALDER: No, sir. ARCHER: I thought I heard voices. STYLES: How long before they try again? MERCER: Soon. STYLES: Can't we board, take the fight to them? MERCER: I think not. MERCER: f*re! MERCER: Masks down! Masks down! MERCER: Move it! We're finished. It's every man for himself. CREWMAN: Oh, no, every man for himself? MERCER: Destroy the prisoner. OSBORN: It's not working! Come with me. DOCTOR: Turlough! DOCTOR: Turlough! ARCHER: May I help you, gentlemen? This is private property. DOCTOR: Er, yes, I'm sorry about this. A friend of mine wandered in here by mistake, and we're looking for him. ARCHER: I don't see him. LAIRD: What's going on? ARCHER: Precisely what I'm trying to find out. OSBORN: Come on, come on! TROOPER: The bridge has been secured, sir. LYTTON: Good. We must join them. DALEK: The Doctor has been detained in the warehouse. BLACK: Despatch a Dalek. He must be brought to our ship at once. DALEK: I obey. OSBORN: Oh, does nothing work properly? OSBORN: Try here. What's that smell? MERCER: Well, it can't be the prisoner. ARCHER: Time Corridors. Alien beings. Really. STIEN: You may not believe us but all we need is a minute or two more. The entrance to the Time Corridor is on this level, somewhere. DOCTOR: Interesting. You don't disbelieve us, do you? ARCHER: Of course I disbelieve you. I've never heard such nonsense. DOCTOR: What have you discovered? ARCHER: Nothing. Take them away. LAIRD: Tell them, Colonel. They've guessed most of it already. ARCHER: Are you from the Press? DOCTOR: What have you found? ARCHER: Quiet. DOCTOR: Tell me! Alien objects? ARCHER: You'd better inform HQ about what's happened. CALDER: Okay, sir. OSBORN: Right, expl*sive charges primed. What is that smell? OSBORN: Keep back! MERCER: Help me! OSBORN: Stay away! MERCER: What's happening to me? TROOPER: Disarmed. LYTTON: Release Davros. CALDER: It's heavy static. Can't get through to HQ. DOCTOR: A side effect of the Time Corridor. ARCHER: Be quiet. ARCHER: Who's that? DOCTOR: Don't harm her, please. She's a friend. TEGAN: Sorry, Doctor. Look! ARCHER: What is it? DOCTOR: A Dalek. Take cover! DALEK: Exterminate. Exterminate. Exterminate! Exterminate! Exterminate! Exterminate! LAIRD: Where did they come from? STIEN: The Time Corridor. LAIRD: From the ship you were on? STIEN: Must be. LAIRD: What do they want? TEGAN: I hope we never find out. DOCTOR: Aim for the eyepiece, the stalk at the top of the dome. DALEK: My vision is impaired. I cannot see. My vision is impaired. I cannot see. DOCTOR: Quickly! DALEK: I cannot see. My vision is impaired. I cannot see. Warning. Warning. DOCTOR: Open the door! DALEK: I cannot see! I cannot see! Warning! Emergency! DOCTOR: Stand clear! LAIRD: She's all right. We should get her downstairs. DOCTOR: While you're doing that, I'd like a hand with the debris outside. DALEK: The Dalek sent to the warehouse has been destroyed. BLACK: How is that possible? DALEK: The Doctor was aided by the Earth soldiers. BLACK: Seal the warehouse terminal of the Time Corridor. We will deal with the Doctor in due course. STYLES: Where precisely are we going? MERCER: Keep your mask down. There could still be gas around. STYLES: So what. I'd rather die quickly than painfully of dehydration. Exactly how much longer are we going to wander around this place? MERCER: Look, as far as we know, there are only four of us still alive. We can't fight the Daleks alone. STYLES: Only minutes ago you were prepared to fight till the bitter end. MERCER: And look where it got me. A d*ad crew. STYLES: Then don't let it be for nothing. MERCER: What can we do? STYLES: Have you forgotten? This station has a self-destruct system. TROOPER: He's very still. Is he d*ad? LYTTON: I think not. CALDER: Soon be ready. LAIRD: We could all do with something a bit stronger. How's your friend upstairs? CALDER: He's d*ad. DOCTOR: How is she? LAIRD: She's sleeping naturally. CALDER: Tea, sir? ARCHER: Thank you. DOCTOR: Who discovered these cylinders? CALDER: Builders. They're converting the warehouse into flats. Thought they were unexploded b*mb. DOCTOR: Have you tried to open one? LAIRD: They haven't even scratched the casing. ARCHER: Do you think the Daleks have anything to do with this? DOCTOR: It would be an enormous coincidence if they didn't. DAVROS: Who are you? LYTTON: Commander Lytton. DAVROS: Commander? My Daleks do not need troops. LYTTON: You'd still be in prison or d*ad if it weren't for my men. DAVROS: You speak as though my Daleks are no longer capable of w*r. LYTTON: A lot has happened during your imprisonment. DAVROS: The w*r with the Movellans is over? LYTTON: Yes, although casualties were very high. DAVROS: It is to be expected. LYTTON: I'm talking about Dalek casualties. DAVROS: Dalek casualties? LYTTON: They lost, Davros. They were totally defeated. CALDER: Zero three to HQ. Zero three to HQ. Over. ARCHER: Keep trying. DOCTOR: You must get reinforcements. CALDER: Zero three to HQ. ARCHER: I can't conjure them out of the air. I have to find a telephone. LAIRD: I'll go. You're needed here. ARCHER: This is more than a military matter now. I have to speak to the Ministry of Defence. We'll need a massive troop involvement. CALDER: Zero three to HQ. Zero three to HQ. Over. DOCTOR: I'll come with you. ARCHER: You're the only one who knows anything about fighting Daleks. Your duty's here. BLACK: He is a companion of the Doctor. DALEK: He should be destroyed. BLACK: He would be better used as bait. The Doctor is sentimental and emotional. He will come after the boy. This will aid the Dalek plan. Allow the boy to roam freely. MERCER: We'll rest for a moment. STYLES: Don't you get funny ideas? I'd give anything for a glass of cool spring mountain water. MERCER: Quiet. Down! MERCER: f*re! STYLES: Careful. MERCER: Uniforms. STYLES: Uniforms. LAIRD: Here, take these. It'll help your head. DOCTOR: I won't be long. I must get back to my ship. CALDER: Sir. DOCTOR: I must find Turlough. CALDER: Yes, I understand how you feel, sir, but I must ask you to wait till the Colonel gets back. DOCTOR: No, no, no, no. There is isn't time. Turlough's on board the Dalek ship. CALDER: I'm sure the Colonel won't be long. STIEN: Let him go. CALDER: I can't. SOLDIER: Help! CALDER: Are you all right, lad? DOCTOR: Be careful. STIEN: I was terrified it was a Dalek. DOCTOR: It was, or at least, the remains of one. CALDER: He's still alive. DOCTOR: We have to find it before it tries to k*ll again. LYTTON: You all right? DAVROS: There are malfunctions in my life-support system. I require an engineer. LYTTON: We must board the Dalek ship. DAVROS: I must remain close to my cryogenic chamber. It may be necessary for me to be refrozen. LYTTON: There is a time factor. The space station transmitted a distress call. DAVROS: It will take days for a task force to arrive. LYTTON: Not if the signal's been intercepted by a patrol ship. DAVROS: Then you will sh**t it down! I cannot be moved. BLACK: Order an engineer to attend Davros. DALEK: We should leave here at once. BLACK: Without Davros, we have no future. He must be made to believe that we serve him. STIEN: This is a waste of time. The mutant could have escaped using the Time Corridor. DOCTOR: True, so why are you being so tentative in your search? STIEN: We don't know for certain. DOCTOR: Precisely. That's why we're searching the warehouse. CALDER: What's it look like? DOCTOR: Oh, you won't mistake it. The moment you find it, it'll try and k*ll you. ARCHER: Gentlemen, you've saved my life. I'm Colonel Archer, b*mb Disposal Squad. I have to make an urgent call. May I use your radio? ARCHER: Please? ARCHER: Thank you. It's d*ad. DAVROS: Tell be about the Dalek defeat. LYTTON: You already know most of it. The Daleks and the Movellans were locked in an impasse. Each time their respective fleets attempted a stratagem, it was instantly anticipated and countered by their opponent's battle computer. DAVROS: Two totally logical w*r machines unable to out-think each other. Fascinating. If only I'd been there. LYTTON: Then the Movellans found the answer. KISTON: Sorry, sir. DAVROS: Quickly, tell me. LYTTON: They developed a virus which exclusively att*cks the Daleks. The fleet was destroyed. Those who survived went to separate parts of the universe to escape the risk of further infection and work on a cure. DAVROS: Have they succeeded? LYTTON: Not yet. DAVROS: So, they have returned to their creator. Like an errant child, they have come home once more, but this time they will not abuse me. This time, I shall take my rightful place as their Supreme Being, and under my control, the Daleks shall once more become triumphant! LYTTON: Will you be able to find an antidote? DAVROS: Of course. LYTTON: A lot of research has already been done. DAVROS: I am Davros. The Daleks are my creation. If necessary, I shall genetically re-engineer them. Have you finished? KISTON: Almost, sir. DAVROS: I will need a laboratory. LYTTON: There is one already prepared for you. DAVROS: I shall work here, on the station. LYTTON: I've explained. There isn't time. DAVROS: I cannot risk an accident. If the virus were to escape on board the Dalek ship LYTTON: Every precaution has been taken. DAVROS: I work here! Or not at all. LYTTON: I'll see what can be arranged. DAVROS: Hurry. There is much work to be done. KISTON: I've finished, sir. DAVROS: Close the panel. BLACK (OOV.): I order you to obey Davros. LYTTON: And what happens when the task force arrives from Earth? BLACK (OOV.): We shall be gone. I have a plan that will force Davros to leave of his own free will. Until then, you must supply him with everything he demands. Allow him access to the Space Station's laboratory. KISTON: As you command. LYTTON: What happened? DAVROS: A small accident. LYTTON: Are you all right? KISTON: I caught my hand. It's nothing, sir. STIEN: It isn't here. We haven't found the entrance to the Time Corridor, either. DOCTOR: Temporarily disconnected, I would think. CALDER: Doctor. STIEN: What is it? DOCTOR: Nothing, nothing. Go on with the search. STIEN: So much for the conqueror of the universe. I told you it had gone. STIEN: Is it d*ad? DOCTOR: Would you care to take a look? How is he? CALDER: It's more shock than physical. Come on, lad. Let's get you downstairs. Come on, you'll be all right. LAIRD: What happened? DOCTOR: The Dalek wasn't quite d*ad, I'm afraid. Here, take this. CALDER: Give us a hand with him. LAIRD: Of course. DOCTOR: We must get back to the TARDIS. I have to find the Dalek ship. STIEN: I'm not going back there. They'll k*ll me. DOCTOR: I need your help. STIEN: Help? Huh. You don't know how much of a coward I am. DOCTOR: Well, you can take this opportunity to show me. Come along. MERCER: k*ll him! STYLES: Wait. At least question him first. TEGAN: What happened? What was that sh**ting? CALDER: A small problem with a Dalek. TEGAN: He'd be more comfortable over here. LAIRD: Stay where you are. CALDER: It looks superficial. LAIRD: As long as there isn't any poison in it. Well, it was caused by an alien. We don't know what infection may have entered his bloodstream. CALDER: The Colonel'll be back soon, then we get the pair of them to hospital. DAVROS: Ninety years I was frozen in that. Ninety years of mind-numbing boredom. LYTTON: You were conscious? DAVROS: Every second. The creatures of Earth have no stomach for judicial m*rder. They prefer to leave you to slowly rot and die. They call it being humane. KISTON: Then you must be equally humane in your revenge. DAVROS: It is a planet I shall destroy at my leisure. But first, I must deal with a meddling Time Lord. LYTTON: That has been anticipated. DAVROS: You have the Doctor? LYTTON: His capture is imminent. DAVROS: Excellent! Once I have drained his mind of all knowledge, he shall then die slowly and painfully! He has interfered for the last time. DOCTOR: Yes, I know. STEIN: What? DOCTOR: It's bigger inside than out. STIEN: I'm going mad. Daleks, Time Corridors, now this. DOCTOR: Don't worry, soon be over. STIEN: Yes, but will I still be sane enough to know? STYLES: Don't do that. MERCER: Hide your eyes if it offends you. STYLES: Look, even an idiot like you must realise that he doesn't know anything. MERCER: He's not a member of the crew. He must be with the Daleks. TURLOUGH: I've told you, I'm from Earth. MERCER: Then how did you get here? TURLOUGH: The Dalek's Time Corridor. MERCER: Do you believe that? STYLES: Why not? We know the Daleks are capable of time travel. MERCER: So we're letting him go. STYLES: No, but we're not going to wait here for the Daleks to find us, either. CALDER: Any one want some tea? LAIRD: No, thanks. TEGAN: I'd much rather have the Colonel back. How much longer is he going to be? CALDER: Hey, where are you going, lad? Come on, you're excused duties. LAIRD: Are you all right? CALDER: Yeah. You stay there. TEGAN: What's all that about? DALEK: Activate the exit to the Time Corridor. DALEKS: We obey. CALDER: Come on, lad. Nothing to worry about. It's only Sergeant Calder. Colonel's gone for an ambulance. Then you'll be all right. DALEKS: Exterminate! Exterminate! Exterminate! Exterminate! TEGAN: That was g*n. LAIRD: Quickly. We should get out of here. Quickly. ARCHER: There's nothing to worry about. LYTTON: I'll inform him at once. Your laboratory is ready. DAVROS: Good. I will require the assistance of a chemist. LYTTON: Of course. DAVROS: And Kiston. He has proven to be a competent mechanical engineer. LYTTON: As you wish. DAVROS: Guards? LYTTON: An escort. There are still members of the crew still at large. It's purely a precaution. DAVROS: I am very difficult to k*ll. You should already know that. TEGAN: (quietly) That's not Colonel Archer. He gave the Doctor his g*n belt, yet he's wearing one. ARCHER: What are you two whispering about? LAIRD: I was wondering when the ambulance for Tegan would arrive. ARCHER: That is in hand. TEGAN: And the reinforcements? ARCHER: That is a military matter and therefore confidential. LAIRD: I don't think we should wait for the ambulance. ARCHER: This warehouse is under martial law. Attempt to leave, and I'll have the pair of you sh*t. DOCTOR: That's it. I've located the Dalek ship. Now, I could drop you off at the warehouse when I collect Tegan. STIEN: I'll come with you. DOCTOR: Good man. DALEK: The Doctor's TARDIS has been caught in the Time Corridor. BLACK: Prepare the duplication room. DALEK: I obey. DOCTOR: Turlough? DOCTOR: Turlough? Foolish boy. DOCTOR: Quickly, let's get out of here. STIEN: No, Doctor. DOCTOR: This is madness. The Daleks won't thank you for capturing me. They'll k*ll you. STIEN: I didn't quite tell you the truth. I serve the Daleks. I'm a Dalek agent. DALEKS: Exterminate the Doctor. Exterminate the Doctor. Exterminate the Doctor. Exterminate. Exterminate! Exterminate!
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RESURRECTION OF THE DALEKS BY: ERIC SAWARD Part Two Original Air Date: 15 February 1984 Running time: 46:52 DALEKS: Exterminate the Doctor. Exterminate the Doctor. Exterminate the Doctor. Exterminate LYTTON: Wait. DALEK: He is an enemy of the Daleks. He must be exterminated. LYTTON: He must be duplicated first. Confirm with the Supreme Dalek. DALEK: Supreme Dalek confirms the order. We must take the prisoner to the duplication chamber. Proceed. STIEN: Impulsive, aren't they. LYTTON: They'd k*ll anybody, even if they need them. STEIN: Now much longer before it's your turn? MERCER: It's here. STYLES: It isn't guarded. MERCER: Be grateful. TURLOUGH: What is it? MERCER: Self-destruct chamber. STYLES: Right, let's get it open. TURLOUGH: What are you going to do? STYLES: Guess. LAIRD: Would anyone like some tea? TEGAN: Please. LAIRD: Colonel? ARCHER: No. LAIRD: How much longer will the ambulance be? ARCHER: I don't know. LAIRD: Tegan has severe concussion. It's vital she receives proper medical attention. ARCHER: She will receive medical attention as soon as it is available. TEGAN: Thanks very much. LAIRD: Pity he didn't want any tea. He'd have slept for hours. TEGAN: We've got to get out of here. TEGAN: Do you think we could free one of these? LAIRD: I should think so. DALEK: Proceed. ARCHER: They know. CALDER: What do we do? ARCHER: The Daleks will instruct us. DALEK: It is vital you complete your researches as soon as possible. DAVROS: I will need a sample of the Movellan virus. DALEK: It will be brought to you. DAVROS: I will also need two Daleks for experimentation. DALEK: That is forbidden. DAVROS: If I am to find a cure, I will need living Dalek tissue. DALEK 2: We must consult the Supreme Dalek. DAVROS: Do so, but be quick! Already I grow impatient. STYLES: Where do we start? LYTTON: Lytton. BLACK: This is the Supreme Dalek. The self-destruct chamber has been inv*de. BLACK (OOV.): The hostiles must be exterminated. LYTTON: There isn't time. Abandon the space station. BLACK (OOV.): You should have anticipated this. LYTTON: The original plan was to snatch Davros and leave, not dance to his every whim. BLACK (OOV.): Nothing must endanger Davros. The hostiles must be destroyed. The Daleks must be obeyed. DALEK: You must not touch the equipment. DOCTOR: Without the thr*at of death, you're quite powerless, aren't you. DALEK: You will obey. STIEN: It is unwise to provoke the Daleks, Doctor. DOCTOR: However you respond is seen as an act of provocation. I know the Daleks of old. And Davros. I assume he's about here somewhere. STIEN: You only invite trouble with your questions. DOCTOR: Do you mean it can get worse? STIEN: Oh, yes. The Daleks are very capable of devising painful and undignified ways of dying. DOCTOR: But not yet. The Daleks need my brainwaves intact, don't they. TEGAN: It's so light. What's it made from? LAIRD: Who knows? It defied every test I could think of. STYLES: It looks complicated. MERCER: Try the computer. It may contain the ignition sequence. TURLOUGH: And when you've primed your b*mb, is it absolutely necessary that we die along with the station? STYLES: Look, none of us are looking to become martyrs. You know a way out? TURLOUGH: The Time Corridor I mentioned. It exists, it's real. We could use it to escape. MERCER: What do you think? STYLES: You could check it out while I try and find a way into this thing. MERCER: Right. DALEK: You must cooperate. You must lie down. DOCTOR: Why isn't Davros here? I would have thought he'd have wanted to see this. STIEN: He is otherwise detained. DOCTOR: So, he is here. DALEK: It does not concern you. What sort of trouble are you in this time? TEGAN: Well? LAIRD: Not bad. TEGAN: But would it convince? LAIRD: If you didn't look too hard, perhaps. TEGAN: The truth is you'd have to be blind not to see it isn't a body. LAIRD: Quickly! ARCHER: You can stop pretending. LAIRD: I don't know what you mean. ARCHER: You're to be transferred to the Dalek ship. LAIRD: Tegan is sick. ARCHER: Not for much longer. TEGAN: One way or another, we're both d*ad. DAVROS: A further recruit. DAVROS: Initiate. DAVROS: Welcome. STYLES: Thanks a lot. Zena? ZENA: Lieutenant Mercer might have security clearance. STYLES: That's a point. Get him on the radio. ZENA: The Daleks could trace the transmission. STYLES: Well, he can't have got far. Try him on a high-frequency range. The Daleks can't monitor them all. STYLES: That's outside! Close the door! Dalek Troopers! LYTTON: They must have seen us. Take out that camera. STYLES: Build a barricade. Something we can use for protection. Now there's nothing to lose. Let's see what I can make out of you. DOCTOR: What will you do with my duplicate? STIEN: That does not concern you. DOCTOR: Oh, I think it does. I've grown rather attached to myself. DALEK: You will remain silent. DOCTOR: I assume my brainwaves are destined for Davros. You must need his services very badly. DALEK: The Daleks are the superior being. We do not require assistance. DOCTOR: Superior? It took you long enough to ensnare the TARDIS in the Time Corridor. DALEK: It was but one trap. DOCTOR: Hmm. But Stien was more effective. A living, thinking being, not some tin-pot machine. STIEN: Please, Doctor. DALEK: Stien is but an extension of Dalek technology. DOCTOR: What? DALEK: He is a duplicate. He is a product of our genetic engineering. DOCTOR: Are you all duplicates? STIEN: Yes. DOCTOR: Interesting. I wonder what happened to the real you. TURLOUGH: The Time Corridor is on the other side of the airlock. MERCER: What about the Troopers? TURLOUGH: We k*ll them. MERCER: And the Daleks? We must set the self-destruct mechanism first. We go back. TURLOUGH: No. MERCER: We go back. TEGAN: Let's go. LAIRD: No, I should stay. TEGAN: Don't be silly, they'll k*ll you. LAIRD: No, not if you can get help quickly. This isn't going to deceive anyone for very long, not unless there's someone here to help it along with a little bluff. Now you're wasting time. Go! Go! And good luck. TEGAN: And you. I'll be as quick as I can. LYTTON: Can we blow a hole in the wall? TROOPER: Could. LYTTON: Then we att*ck on two fronts. DAVROS: My army continues to grow. STYLES: I think I'm making progress. DOCTOR: Have the soldiers from the warehouse been duplicated? STIEN: Yes. DOCTOR: It's very clever. Would you care to tell me how it's done? STIEN: No. DOCTOR: Hmm, I thought not. What about Tegan? STIEN: She is our prisoner. DOCTOR: She's harmless. You must release her. DALEK: Show him. DOCTOR: Why? STIEN: The Doctor without his companions would be rather incongruous. DOCTOR: Why are you doing this? DALEK: Your duplicates will return to Gallifrey, where, at our command, you will assassinate the members of the High Council. DOCTOR: No! MERCER: We must do something. TURLOUGH: With only one g*n? They'd k*ll us. MERCER: I have to do something. TURLOUGH: Think about what's happening. The Daleks have a ship, so why are their Troopers trying to break into the self-destruct chamber? Why don't they leave, let your friends blow themselves to pieces? MERCER: Tell me. TURLOUGH: Because whatever the Daleks want is still on board. MERCER: Davros? TURLOUGH: You may not be able to help your friends, but you could still k*ll him. DALEK: We have been sent by the Supreme Dalek. DALEK 2: We are to assist in your research. DAVROS: I need Dalek tissue, not help. DALEK: You may remove tissue from us. DAVROS: Excellent. In no way will my experiment harm you. DALEK: Releasing docking clamp. DAVROS: In fact, you will become considerably invigorated. DAVROS: Perfect. Reseal your casings. Now, who do you obey? DALEKS: We obey Davros. He is our master. DAVROS: Excellent. Now all I require is a sample of the Movellan virus. Find out the cause of the delay. BLACK: Order a cylinder of Movellan virus to be transported from Earth. DALEK: I obey. TURLOUGH: We're too late. MERCER: He can't be far. TURLOUGH: We could spend hours searching for him and still not find him, and the place is crawling with Daleks. MERCER: I have to find him. And you're coming with me. STIEN: Nearly ready. DALEK: The prisoner is secured. You must proceed alone. We have been summoned to other duties. DOCTOR: Not staying till the bitter end? How disappointing. DALEK: When it is time to die, you will, in your agony, beg to pay homage to the Daleks. You will wait outside. DOCTOR: Why do they take themselves so seriously? STIEN: I warned you not to provoke them. You only make it worse for yourself. DOCTOR: Get on with it. I can do without your pity. STIEN: Do you think I do this because I enjoy ... Do you think I do this out of ch-ch-ch-choice? D-d-do I have a ch-choice? I have no choice. DALEK: Take the cylinder to Davros. MERCER: Of course. Davros is using Styles' laboratory. STYLES: We're nearly there. Why am I so excited? It'll be the last thing I ever do. DAVROS: Perfect. I have but one more request. I require your cooperation for a little longer. DAVROS: A spirited but foolish reaction. He will make an excellent sl*ve. And so will you. LAIRD: One of the cylinders disappeared! ARCHER: Where is she? Where is she? She won't get far. TEGAN: Hey! TEGAN: No! STIEN: Are you ready? DOCTOR: You ask it as though I have a choice. STIEN: Everyone has a ch-choice. It's in the Constitution, twenty fifth Amendment, or is it twenty sixth? Didn't you go to school? DOCTOR: I must have played truant that day. Or maybe we didn't go to the same school. Which school did you go to? STIEN: I, I, c-can't remember. DOCTOR: But you remember one of the Amendments. What was the First? It's very important I know. It's very important you remember, too. Think, man. Search the area of your mind the Daleks have shut off. Resist, before it's too late. STIEN: I must continue. DOCTOR: Resist! STIEN: I must continue. ZENA: They're bypassing the door mechanism. STYLES: You've got to hold them. I'm almost there. LYTTON: Stand by. STYLES: That's it. TURLOUGH: There's nothing you can do. MERCER: I shouldn't have left them. TURLOUGH: You did the right thing. It's now up to you. We have to get back to Earth. Trust me. TROOPER: Just in time. DALEK: Your delay put the Dalek plan at risk. LYTTON: We won. That's all that matters. DALEK: The space station could have been destroyed. I must report this to the Supreme Dalek. TEGAN: I'm sorry. I tried. LAIRD: They're going to send us to the Dalek ship. ARCHER: Get them into the Time Corridor. LAIRD: No! ARCHER: Into the Time Corridor with her. STIEN: Relax, Doctor, don't fight it. You'll only cause yourself pain. I know how you feel. The pain will pass. You must relax. DOCTOR: Quickly, recite the Amendments. Remember your past. STIEN: I must do my duty. DOCTOR: You must resist. You're destroying my mind. KISTON: The Daleks have secured the self-destruct chamber. The station is safe. DAVROS: Excellent. KISTON: And the Daleks have taken the Doctor prisoner. DAVROS: Better still. He must be brought to me at once. Hurry. There is important work to do. I have waited a long time for this. Once the Doctor is exterminated, I shall build a new race of Daleks. They will be even more deadly, and I, Davros, shall be their leader! This time we shall triumph! My Daleks shall once more become the Supreme Beings! MERCER: Hey! TURLOUGH: What are you doing? MERCER: She was about to scream. TURLOUGH: It's Tegan, you fool. She's a friend. TEGAN: Turlough. Who is this? MERCER: Never mind that. We must get away before the Daleks arrive. TEGAN: Not without the Doctor. TURLOUGH: He's here? TEGAN: Look behind you. TEGAN: We must find him. STIEN: I can't stand the confusion in my mind! DOCTOR: Quickly, release me. STEIN: What about the guards? DOCTOR: We'll call them in here. DAVROS: You must secure the TARDIS for me. Take the Troopers. DALEKS: We obey. TURLOUGH: In here. STIEN: Now what? The Dalek conditioning could c-cloud my mind at any minute. DOCTOR: You'll be safe in the TARDIS. STIEN: You don't understand. Under the Dalek influence I could k*ll you. DOCTOR: I'll take that chance. TEGAN: Doctor! STIEN: Come on, move. Over there. DOCTOR: Well, don't just stand there. Come and help. BLACK: The Doctor is free. Your Troopers have failed. LYTTON: More to the point, where were your Daleks? LYTTON: This is Lytton. Call out my Special Guard. TURLOUGH: Doctor, look. We should get out of here. DOCTOR: Quickly. Come on. BLACK: Lytton grows too arrogant. His mind resists our control. He must be exterminated as soon as it is convenient to the Daleks. TEGAN: Where are we going? DOCTOR: Earth. TURLOUGH: Best news all day. DOCTOR: Why did the Daleks rescue Davros? STIEN: They wanted a cure for a virus that was destroying them. TEGAN: Is that what's in those cylinders on Earth? STIEN: Yes. TEGAN: Why Earth? STIEN: They were safer there, and they acted as a lure. With the b*mb Disposal Squad duplicated, the Daleks had people to guard the warehouse who wouldn't arouse suspicion. TEGAN: Very neat. STIEN: Oh yes, the Daleks haven't lost any of their old guile. TEGAN: Where are you going? DOCTOR: To k*ll Davros. TEGAN: Doctor! DOCTOR: I must. Davros created the Daleks. He must not be allowed to save them. TEGAN: But m*rder? DOCTOR: Once before I held back from destroying the Daleks. It was a mistake I do not intend to repeat. Davros must die. MERCER: I'm coming with you. DOCTOR: No. MERCER: I can show you where he is. STIEN: I'm coming too. I wouldn't mind a taste of revenge. DOCTOR: All right. (to Tegan) Wait as long as you can, but should the Daleks att*ck, you leave at once. TEGAN: What about you? DAVROS: Could this be the Doctor? KISTON: The prisoner is certainly important. The one on the left is Stien, a member of Lytton's Special Guard. He wouldn't be assigned to escort duties otherwise. DAVROS: The Doctor and his TARDIS. Perfect! LYTTON: Lytton. BLACK (OOV.): Davros has gained control of two Daleks. They are in the Reception area, attempting to enter the Doctor's TARDIS. You must exterminate them. LYTTON: At once. BLACK (OOV.): You must also destroy Davros. He is unreliable. He cannot be trusted. LYTTON: Take two men and k*ll Davros. DAVROS: Welcome, Doctor. I have waited many years for this meeting. DOCTOR: I'm sorry to have detained you. DAVROS: It was but a pleasure deferred. Now you are here, you will repay tenfold for the mental agony I suffered. DOCTOR: I'll say one thing for you, Davros. Your conversation is totally predictable. You're like a deranged child, all this talk of k*lling, revenge and destruction. DAVROS: It is the only path to ultimate power. DOCTOR: But to what end? Just more suffering for those unlucky enough to survive? DAVROS: Only for those who resist my will. DAVROS: What are you doing? DOCTOR: Until I walked through that door, I foolishly hoped you'd changed enough for me not to have to do this. DAVROS: Stien, k*ll him! DOCTOR: I'm not here as your prisoner, Davros, but your executioner. DAVROS: Listen to me. You, in your way, are not an unambitious man. Like me, you are a renegade. DOCTOR: Save your breath. DAVROS: I had planned to completely redesign the Daleks. Kiston will confirm I am telling the truth. KISTON: It is so. DAVROS: My mistake was making them totally ruthless. It restricted their ability to cope with creatures who rely not only on logic, but instinct and intuition. That is a factor I wish to correct. DOCTOR: And compassion? Are they to be programmed for that? DAVROS: They will learn to recognise the strength that can be drawn from such an emotion. DOCTOR: But only to make the Daleks more efficient K*llers. DAVROS: To make them a more positive force. DOCTOR: For destruction! DAVROS: The universe is at w*r, Doctor. Name one planet whose history is not littered with atrocities and ambition for empire. It is a universal way of life. DOCTOR: Which I do not accept. DAVROS: Then you deny what is real. Join me. You will have total power at the head of a new Dalek army. STIEN: Doctor. DOCTOR: Outside. Deal with them. DOCTOR: To be honest, I wouldn't know what to do with an army. TEGAN: What's that? TURLOUGH: The Doctor preset the controls on the timer. We're going to Earth. TEGAN: He didn't intend to return. TEGAN: What's happening? TURLOUGH: We're travelling down the Dalek's Time Corridor. We're being dragged back to the warehouse! DAVROS: You hesitate, Doctor. If I were you, I would be d*ad. DOCTOR: I lack your practice, Davros. DAVROS: You are soft, like all Time Lords. You prefer to stand and watch. Action requires courage, something you lack. STIEN: Don't argue. You're to report to Commander Lytton at once. MERCER: Perhaps I can convince you. STIEN: Did you have to? MERCER: Help me hide the bodies. Now what? STIEN: The Dalek conditioning, it's taking hold again. MERCER: You should have stayed in the TARDIS. TROOPER: Drop your g*n! STIEN: It's all right, they're our Troopers. MERCER: They're Dalek Troopers. STIEN: Stay where you are. DOCTOR: No, no, you need medical attention. STIEN: I can't control my mind. I'm not safe. I caused Mercer's death. I've got to get away from here. DOCTOR: No, wait! Look, I can help you. STIEN: Don't try to follow me. I may cause your death. DOCTOR: I'm an imbecile. BLACK (OOV.): Your Troopers have failed. Davros still lives. LYTTON: Then sh**t the space station down. k*ll everything on it. BLACK (OOV.): I must see him d*ad. I have dispatched Daleks to complete the task you failed. You must redeem yourself. You must destroy the Daleks of Davros. LYTTON: Where are they? BLACK (OOV.): You must follow them to Earth. You must exterminate them. LYTTON: Let's go. STIEN: This isn't any good. I've got to be more positive. Oh, more positive. Self-destruct. I must find the self-destruct chamber. TURLOUGH: This is lunacy. TEGAN: Be quiet. The soldiers might hear you. TURLOUGH: What's the point? We can't go back to the Dalek ship. TEGAN: The Doctor may get back. Some other opportunity may arise. I don't know! TURLOUGH: Absolute madness. TEGAN: The virus in those cylinders is the only effective thing we've got to fight the Daleks with. Now, come on. DAVROS: Go, release the virus in the Dalek ship. CALDER: Davros' Daleks? ARCHER: They are to be destroyed. It is the Supreme Dalek's order. DALEK: The TARDIS is not on this level. We must search elsewhere. ARCHER: Now! ARCHER: Behind you! TURLOUGH: Surely one's enough. TEGAN: We need another. TEGAN: All right. Let's get back to the TARDIS. LYTTON: Take cover! DALEK: We are ready to descend. BLACK (OOV.): Proceed. Everything in the warehouse must be exterminated, including Lytton and his Troopers. DALEKS: We obey. DALEK: Stop. Exterminate. DALEK: We must find the TARDIS. That is our prime mission. We must obey Davros. DALEK 2: What is happening? DALEK: We are being att*cked. The Supreme Dalek wishes us destroyed. The invading Daleks must be exterminated. BLACK: Daleks to the self-destruct chamber. A hostile has broken in. Emergency. Emergency! He must be stopped. DALEK 3: We must find the traitors. The enemy of the Daleks must be destroyed. DALEK: We are not traitors. We serve our creator, Davros. DALEK 3: The Supreme Dalek is your ruler. He must be obeyed at all times. DALEK: Davros must be honoured. DALEK 3: He must be exterminated. Nothing must interfere with the true destiny of the Daleks! You must be exterminated! Exterminated! Exterminated! TEGAN: Doctor! DOCTOR: Well done. TURLOUGH: She's been trying to open the cylinder. I warned her that she could start an epidemic if she released the virus. DOCTOR: The virus is only partial to Dalek. It would die once it's done its work. TEGAN: What's happening up on the next floor? DOCTOR: Lunch has arrived for our friend here. DAVROS: My escape hatch is prepared. DAVROS: Now for the Daleks. DAVROS: I did not summon your assistance! DALEK: We are here to exterminate you. DAVROS: By whose order? DALEK 2: The Supreme Dalek. DAVROS: Exterminate me, and you abandon your lives without purpose. Join me, and I will make you rulers of the universe. DALEK 2: Malfunction. Emergency. DALEK: Malfunction. DAVROS: Your lives are over. DALEK 2: System failure. DOCTOR: Open the doors. DALEK: What is happening? I cannot see. My vision is impaired. Emergency. LYTTON: They're dying. And so are you. STIEN: Done it. I must rest. I'm tired. DAVROS: The Daleks are d*ad. Long live the new Daleks! DAVROS: What is happening? No, no. It cannot be! I am not a Dalek! I cannot die. I am Davros! DOCTOR: It's over. TEGAN: It was horrible. DOCTOR: The Earth is safe, at least until the Daleks find an antidote for the Movellan virus. TURLOUGH: Doctor, look. BLACK (on scanner): You have not won, Doctor. DOCTOR: You won't be able to inv*de Earth. BLACK (on scanner): You forget, Doctor. Daleks do not need to inv*de. I have my duplicates. Some have already been placed in strategic positions around the planet. The collapse of Earth society will soon occur. DOCTOR: Your duplicates aren't s*ab. It won't work. BLACK (on scanner): The Daleks will triumph. We cannot fail. The Daleks' true destiny is to rule the universe. STIEN: Hello, boys. Just in time for the fun. DOCTOR: The Dalek ship has been destroyed. TURLOUGH: How? DOCTOR: The self-destruct device on the space station. TEGAN: Davros? DOCTOR: No, no. Stien, I would think. He must have finally decided which side he was on. TURLOUGH: Are you sure all the duplicates are unstable? DOCTOR: Oh, yes. Yes, given time they'll all be free of Dalek control. TURLOUGH: Shouldn't we inform Earth's authorities? DOCTOR: Er yes. Yes, indeed. Come along. TEGAN: I'm not coming with you. DOCTOR: I beg your pardon? TEGAN: I'm tired of it. DOCTOR: What's the matter? TEGAN: A lot of good people have died today. I think I'm sick of it. DOCTOR: You think I wanted it this way? TEGAN: No. It's just that I don't think I can go on. DOCTOR: You want to stay on Earth. TEGAN: My Aunt Vanessa said, when I became an air stewardess, if you stop enjoying it, give it up. DOCTOR: Tegan TEGAN: It's stopped being fun, Doctor. Goodbye. Turlough. TURLOUGH: Goodbye. TEGAN: I'll miss you both. DOCTOR: No, no, don't leave, not like this. TEGAN: I must. I'm sorry. Goodbye. DOCTOR: It's strange. I left Gallifrey for similar reasons. I'd grown tired of their lifestyle. It seems I must mend my ways. Come along. TEGAN: Brave heart, Tegan. Doctor, I will miss you.
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PLANET OF f*re BY: PETER GRIMWADE Part One Original Air Date: 23 February 1984 Running time: 24:26 AMYAND: Come on, Roskal. ROSKAL: It's no good, I can't make it. AMYAND: Give me your hand. ROSKAL: No. Amyand, I'm afraid. AMYAND: So am I. We've come this far. We can't turn back now. Come on, just a short climb then we can see into the heart of the mountain. The others are depending on us. TIMANOV: Since my father's time, unbelievers have been sent to the flames. MALKON: That was barbaric. TIMANOV: Yes, a little overzealous, perhaps. In those days, people didn't tolerate dissenters as they do now. MALKON: But the unbelievers are harmless. TIMANOV: Yes, but it's still a wise precaution to send the occasional free-thinker to the flames. Encourages faith in our traditions. MALKON: I could never order a burning. TIMANOV: When the time comes, you will be given the strength. It can be a rewarding experience for those consumed in the flames. Unbelievers are such, such unhappy souls. MALKON: Is it not sometimes good to doubt, Timanov? TIMANOV: Malkon, for our people to survive we must have faith, and never more so than at this moment. Logar is testing us. We must not seem to be wanting. ROSKAL: I can't breathe. My feet are burning. AMYAND: Timanov says Logar is benevolent. Perhaps he's waiting with a cool drink and new shoes. ROSKAL: How can you joke? AMYAND: Keep going. It's now or never, Roskal. AMYAND: There's nothing there! ROSKAL: Not even a machine. AMYAND: Logar's a myth. CURT: Be careful. Do you wish to achieve what the sea could not? These items are fragile. CURT: Howard? FOSTER: Sure isn't Greek. CURT: Neither is it Roman. FOSTER: You're right. The metal's modern. Must be some kind of alloy. Do you recognise the logo? CURT: No. FOSTER: I'll get one of the crew to take it to the police. CURT: Yes, but first we must get the statue safely ashore. I won't be happy until it's safely in the workshop at the museum. TIMANOV: Only Logar could create a place of such beauty. MALKON: Then why is he now trying to destroy the planet? TIMANOV: The ways of the gods are complex. Why with his own hands did he build such a place? You're his Chosen One. MALKON: I don't know. TIMANOV: Same with the Day of f*re. But why does he test us in this way? MALKON: I only wish I had your faith. TIMANOV: Accept. Accept what you see and hear and feel all around you, and the faith will come. MALKON: Perhaps. But I don't think I will ever understand why this makes me special. TIMANOV: The sign of Logar. You are the Chosen One. The people of Sarn expect your leadership. MALKON: But why? Why the importance of this mark? TIMANOV: Tradition! You were found on the slopes of the volcano. But you know all this. How many times must I tell you? MALKON: I know only that I am confused. What of the memories and strange dreams that I have? TIMANOV: I keep forgetting how very young you still are. Come, we must hurry. One day, it'll all be clear to you. DOCTOR: Daleks. I sometimes think those mutated misfits will terrorise the universe for the rest of time. TURLOUGH: Doctor, you're becoming obsessed. DOCTOR: Yes, obsessed and depressed. TURLOUGH: You miss Tegan? DOCTOR: Well, we were together a long time. DOCTOR: Kamelion! KAMELION: Help me! Pain. TURLOUGH: He's connected to the TARDIS databank. DOCTOR: No, no, no. No, we need to stop the spasming. Go and programme an alpha rhythm on the computer. It should calm him. KAMELION: Help me, Doctor. DOCTOR: It's all right, Kamelion. Help's on its way. KAMELION: Point of contact. Point of contact will be made. Contact me. DOCTOR: Contact who? What's happening? TURLOUGH: Doctor, we're picking up a distress signal. Oh, no. KAMELION: I apologise for that hysterical display, Doctor. For a moment there was confusion. TURLOUGH: A Trion ship. TURLOUGH: How's Kamelion? DOCTOR: The spasming's stopped and he's fully conscious. I just wish I DOCTOR: What have you done? TURLOUGH: We were picking up some sort of random emission, and I, I thought it might be interfering with Kamelion. DOCTOR: And why have you reset the coordinates? TURLOUGH: I haven't. DOCTOR: Someone has. TURLOUGH: Kamelion's plugged into the computer. He must have computerised the signals we heard. PERI: Hi. FOSTER: What are you doing here? I thought you were going sight-seeing with your mother. PERI: No, she's taken up with that Mrs van Geysingham from the hotel, and I'm not spending all afternoon exploring a Cro-Magnon cave with some octogenarian from Miami Beach. Hey, what's this? Looks like Elton John. FOSTER: It's Eros, if you really want to know. PERI: The god of love and fertility. FOSTER: That's right. Beautiful, isn't he? A personification of natural forces in an anthropomorphic deity. In the same pantheon, Hephaestus rules f*re, Poseidon the sea and earthquakes. PERI: Howard, do you have to talk at me like it was the Albuquerque Women's League or something? FOSTER: I'm sorry. If you're not interested, then I PERI: I am interested. I just don't like being lectured, that's all. FOSTER: I must get on. I've got a great deal to do. PERI: Sure. CURT: Howard, I've got to go and find out what's happened to the transport. FOSTER: Okay. Look, Peri, I'm really sorry I don't have the time to talk. PERI: It's all right. I only came out to say hello and goodbye. FOSTER: Goodbye? What are you talking about? PERI: This island, Howard. I'm bored out of my mind. FOSTER: How can you be bored, for heaven's sakes? PERI: Look, I've met a couple of really nice English guys and I'm going with them to Morocco. FOSTER: Morocco? But you're due back at college in the fall. PERI: In three months time. FOSTER: But what about your work, your ecology project, your reading schedule? You've got exams coming up. Come on, Peri. No way are you going to north Africa. PERI: I'm not a child. You can't stop me. FOSTER: Okay. So what are you going to use for money? PERI: I've already cashed in my return ticket for New York. I leave for Morocco this afternoon. FOSTER: You what? How do you expect to get home? PERI: I'll get a job. FOSTER: Oh, don't make me laugh. PERI: Oh, stop playing the heavy step-father, Howard. You're not dressed for it. FOSTER: Damn it, Peri. PERI: Please, don't let's argue. I've made up my mind. FOSTER: Okay, have it your own way. PERI: I can go? FOSTER: It's your life. PERI: You mean it? I knew you'd understand. FOSTER: There's just one thing. Reclaim your ticket to New York. I'm not having you stranded in Morocco. Your mother'd never forgive me. PERI: But I FOSTER: Don't say it. I'll advance you the money and you can pay me back out of your allowance. PERI: That's great. You're marvellous. FOSTER: I know. My money's on the boat. Once they've unloaded the dinghy, we'll go out there. PERI: Thanks, Howard. DOCTOR: Kamelion denies hearing any transmission. Did you get a precise fix on the signal? TURLOUGH: It stopped. There wasn't time. DOCTOR: Oh. Well, if it transmits again we'll get a fix on it with this. FOSTER: Okay? PERI: Yeah. FOSTER: I'm a fool. PERI: What's the matter? FOSTER: I've left my wallet in the hotel. PERI: I'll cable my address from Morocco. You could send the money to me there. FOSTER: Sure, of course. PERI: What's this? FOSTER: I don't know. PERI: It's never platinum. FOSTER: It could be anything. PERI: Hmm. How intriguing. PERI: Oh, will it be long? I'd hate to miss my flight. FOSTER: Don't worry.[/i] FOSTER: Vamos. Sorry, Peri. You'll have to wait for the next trip. PERI: Howard! FOSTER: I'll send over another dinghy. Keep an eye on the ship, will you? PERI: Get one of the crew to stay behind! I have to be at the airport in an hour! FOSTER: Sorry, honey. PERI: You're doing this deliberately! FOSTER: As if I would. PERI: I will not be treated like this! FOSTER: Morocco's not going anywhere at the moment. You've got your whole life to see it. PERI: Of all the low-down, cheap, rotten, sneaky. You won't get away with it, Howard! You hear me? MALKON: Citizens of Sarn, you have all seen the smoke from the f*re mountain and felt the quaking ground. These signs tell us it is the Time of f*re. Logar, lord of f*re, is testing our faith. SORASTA: Testing our common sense, you mean. MALKON: The old men will tell you that soon Logar will send a sea of f*re from the heart of the mountain. SORASTA: Then we must all leave this place. MALKON: We must do nothing! SORASTA: Nothing? TIMANOV: If we have faith in Logar and are not found wanting, we will survive and prosper. And as a reward, the Outsider will come. There will be food and gifts we have forgotten existed. AMYAND: No! It's a lie. Logar's a myth. TIMANOV: Heretic. Unbeliever. AMYAND: We have climbed the mountain. TIMANOV: It is death to trespass on the mountain of f*re. AMYAND: We've climbed the mountain and we're still alive. Logar doesn't exist. CURT: These ropes aren't tight enough. Must I do everything myself? CURT: And what do you want? DOCTOR: A kouros, late Classical period. It's really rather fine. I'd hazard a guess by a pupil of Praxiteles. TURLOUGH: Doctor, you're showing off. CURT: I'm inclined to agree. FOSTER: But a remarkably well-informed guess, sir. DOCTOR: Hmm. It's a pity about the erosion, but the overall effect is not unattractive, like the marine Venus on Rhodes. Has this just been brought up from the seabed? FOSTER: Earlier today. It's proving to be a very interesting wreck out in the bay. A real mixed bag, just like your English Mary Rose. DOCTOR: Indeed. But more of a mixed bag than you realise. CURT: And what does that mean? DOCTOR: Er, nothing. FOSTER: Oh, come on, Curt. No one's going to take your wreck away from you. Nice talking to you. DOCTOR: Goodbye. TURLOUGH: Do you think the divers disturbed something? DOCTOR: Without a doubt. We'll need two readings to pinpoint the spot exactly. TURLOUGH: You take one from here. It's quicker if I go back to the TARDIS. DOCTOR: Yes, hurry. I don't know how long there'll be before the next emission. PERI: Could be platinum. KAMELION: Do not interfere. TARDIS will be taken to point of contact. I must obey. Find point of contact. TURLOUGH: You're not taking the TARDIS anywhere, and you're not listening to any more messages from Trion. You're finished, Kamelion! TURLOUGH: Earthlings. PERI: Help! SORASTA: This is your last chance, Timanov. If there's no sign, it's you who'll burn on the sacrificial altar. TIMANOV: Logar! A sign! TIMANOV: Thank you. PERI: I think I'm going to die. TURLOUGH: No, you're not. TURLOUGH: Where did you find this? PERI: Howard was such a pig. I needed the money. TURLOUGH: Doctor DOCTOR: The point of emission moved. It's odd. It's very odd indeed. You're soaking wet. DOCTOR: A data core. Where did you find this? TURLOUGH: On the shore. DOCTOR: Hmm. Must be what was sending the signal. Now, with a little help from the TARDIS computer, we may find out exactly why Kamelion set the coordinates to come here. PERI: I'm sorry, Howard. I didn't mean it. No, Howard. Please don't leave me alone. Don't, don't turn out the light. PERI: Howard! DOCTOR: Another moment and we'll know where the cylinder came from. DOCTOR: Well, that shouldn't have happened. Ow! DOCTOR: Did you do that? TURLOUGH: No. DOCTOR: The TARDIS has dematerialised. K-FOSTER: Doctor, we meet again. This has to be the most amazing machine I've seen in my life. DOCTOR: How did you get in here? K-FOSTER: I saw your young friend here save Peri. DOCTOR: Peri? TURLOUGH: The girl. DOCTOR: What girl? TURLOUGH: I was going to explain. PERI: What's happening? TURLOUGH: That girl, Doctor. K-FOSTER: How are you feeling, honey? PERI: Howard? Am I still dreaming or will someone please tell me where I am? TIMANOV: I called to Logar and the f*re lord has answered. TIMANOV: I called to the spirit of the mountain and was answered. The spirit of the mountain demands sacrifice. To the burning with all unbelievers. AMYAND: Coincidence. TIMANOV: Even facing death, you remain blasphemous. LOOKOUT: Timanov was right. The Outsider has come. PERI: I feel sick. Can I go back to the hotel? FOSTER: Haven't you heard a word the Doctor said? We're no longer on Lanzarote. PERI: Then where are we? DOCTOR: Er, I'm not sure yet, but I promise I'll get you back to Earth just as soon as I can. PERI: What does he mean, back to Earth? DOCTOR: Bleak, isn't it. AMYAND: Stop! Only a Chosen One can order a burning. Well, Malkon? TIMANOV: Decide. MALKON: I don't know. TIMANOV: Decide! LOOKOUT: Malkon! He is here, with a sound of great wind, a shining light. The Outsider has come. PERI: Do you really think we've left Earth? K-FOSTER: The TARDIS is mine. PERI: Sorry? K-FOSTER: The TARDIS is mine. PERI: What are you doing, Howard? Don't touch that! K-FOSTER: I have succeeded. Contact has been made. PERI: Who are you? K-MASTER: I am the Master, and you will obey me.
{"type": "series", "show": "Doctor Who", "episode": "21x13 - Planet of f*re - part 1"}
foreverdreaming
PLANET OF f*re BY: PETER GRIMWADE Part Two Original Air Date: 24 February 1984 Running time: 24:20 MALKON: Release the unbelievers! TIMANOV: No! MALKON: It is not necessary. By sending us the Outsider, Logar has shown his favour. TIMANOV: The f*re god demands sacrifice. MALKON: I cannot order the deaths of three innocent people. Not now. There will be no burning. Release them! PERI: Look, I just want to get out of here. Please. K-MASTER: You will remain in the TARDIS. PERI: We'll see about that! MASTER: Resist. The girl. Resist. Obey control. Resist. Obey. PERI: Who are you? What are you? KAMELION: Help me. DOCTOR: Snap. TURLOUGH: The Misos Triangle. DOCTOR: Oh, is that what it's called. TURLOUGH: It means there are people from Trion here. My home planet. This must be an old Trion colony. DOCTOR: Very old. By the look of it, deserted. TIMANOV: A blue box? LOOKOUT: It came from nowhere, with a flashing light. TIMANOV: There's no recorded history of a blue box, and every visitation's different. LOOKOUT: Perhaps we've been sent another Chosen One? The boy is weak, the heretics walk free. TIMANOV: No, no. No Chosen One has appeared on the Time of f*re. It can only be the Outsider. Yes. PERI: What has happened to Howard? Who is the other man? What's going on? KAMELION: Howard is safe on Earth. His appearance was a projection of your own energy, which overwhelmed my personality circuits. PERI: Circuits? You really are some kind of robot? KAMELION: I am Kamelion. Was Kamelion. But I must help you. Leave the TARDIS at once and find the Doctor. You must Argh! MASTER: My dear Doctor. So relentlessly predictable. K-FOSTER: Give this to the Doctor and warn him that the Master Argh. PERI: The Master? Who is the Master? MASTER: Kamelion, my sl*ve, resist the girl. Her mind is strong, but you will obey only the Master. K-MASTER: My dear Peri, do not be confused by my shifting appearance. The transfer is now s*ab. I am immutably the Master. MASTER: Now quickly, to my TARDIS. Release me. K-MASTER: Come. PERI: I've changed my mind. I'm waiting here for the Doctor. K-MASTER: You will come with me or you will remain in the TARDIS, d*ad. PERI: Oh, well, since you put it that way. K-MASTER: I deplore such unsophisticated coercion, but your cooperation's necessary to me. K-MASTER: I think not. I think not, Miss Brown. MASTER: We must not lose the girl! SORASTA: Look at the dials! They're going mad. ROSKAL: Every time the volcano becomes active, these instruments react. They must be controlling the mountain somehow. AMYAND: If only we could work out how. DOCTOR: We should get back to the Professor and the girl. TURLOUGH: Peri. DOCTOR: Peri. TURLOUGH: Just a bit further, Doctor, please. DOCTOR: There's no one alive on this planet. TURLOUGH: I have a feeling there is. DOCTOR: Let's get a move on. The TARDIS computer may be confident the volcano isn't about to blow, but instinct tells me otherwise. MASTER: Quickly, Kamelion, go to the Doctor's machine and materialise that preposterous box inside my TARDIS. TIMANOV: I'm going to the place of arrival. You will attend me. It might be a chance for you to redeem yourself. MALKON: The unbelievers do no harm. TIMANOV: Sarn was a thriving and prosperous planet until the existence of Logar was questioned. Now look at us! A primitive settlement on the verge of extinction. No harm? Those heretics must be ex*cuted. K-MASTER: The comparator's missing. MASTER: The girl must have removed it while my control was weak. You must find her before she rejoins the Doctor. PERI: Doctor! ECHO: Doctor. PERI: Turlough! ECHO: Turlough. PERI: Oh, no. DOCTOR: Why have you never mentioned your home planet before? TURLOUGH: No particular reason. DOCTOR: Are you in trouble? TURLOUGH: What makes you think that? DOCTOR: Instinct. And the fact I've never seen you so nervous before. AMYAND: Hey, you there! TURLOUGH: And you said the planet was deserted. AMYAND: Greetings. I am known as Amyand. SORASTA: And I am Sorasta. TURLOUGH: This is the Doctor. I am Turlough. AMYAND: Where are you from? DOCTOR: Here and there. AMYAND: You're not from Logar? DOCTOR: I'm afraid not. SORASTA: Then you are welcome, strangers. TURLOUGH: Are there any more of you here? SORASTA: Yes, our group is sheltering down here. TURLOUGH: Why didn't they send a rescue ship from Trion? AMYAND: Trion? TURLOUGH: You are from Trion? The home planet? AMYAND: We are from Sarn. This is our planet. DOCTOR: Please forgive my friend. He seems to have made a mistake. I would like to know more about Logar. AMYAND: In due course. PERI: Where could they have gone? K-MASTER: My dear Peri. How positively evanescent you've become. In fact your disappearance has given me a great deal of trouble. PERI: You keep away from me. K-MASTER: You've removed a component from the Doctor's TARDIS. Return it to me instantly. PERI: One step nearer and you'll never get this back. K-MASTER: If you damage that comparator, the Doctor's TARDIS is useless. PERI: So keep your distance or I drop it. K-MASTER: Give me that component immediately! PERI: This thing belongs to the Doctor, so it's the Doctor I give it to and no one else. K-MASTER: You will obey me. PERI: No. K-MASTER: I am the Master! PERI: So what? I'm Perpugilliam Brown and I can shout just as loud as you can. K-MASTER: Peri, be reasonable. Without the comparator, you will never return to Earth. Do you wish to stand here till the planet's destroyed? Well? Answer! PERI: Kamelion! Where are you, Kamelion? Come on, show me your real self. Come on! K-MASTER: No. PERI: Yes, Kamelion, your real self. Come on. If you can't manage that, show me Howard, please! MASTER: Kamelion, my sl*ve, resist the girl. Have I travelled a billion light years through time and space to be thwarted by this brat? Resist the girl! k*ll her immediately. PERI: Stay where you are, Kamelion. I'm your friend. AMYAND: This is the Doctor and Turlough. DOCTOR: Look, I know it isn't polite for a stranger to take over a party, but you really must get away from here. The volcano isn't s*ab. AMYAND: We're safe enough underground. DOCTOR: Oh, far from it. The tunnel we've just come along is a vent for the volcano. SORASTA: The planet's covered in them. We use them as shortcuts. DOCTOR: It's the same route the molten lava will take to burn you alive. I have a ship. I can get you away from here. Think about it. DOCTOR: Is this from Trion? TURLOUGH: Yes. DOCTOR: Yes. Your Trion settlers must have tapped the volcanic gas. It's a very complex control mechanism. A seismic energy converter for powering a city. ROSKAL: Do you know how this machine works? DOCTOR: In principle, yes. ROSKAL: I thought if I learnt how to manipulate it, I could control the volcano. DOCTOR: Not from here, you won't. AMYAND: Doctor, we accept your offer of help. DOCTOR: Good. ZUKO: Timanov has gone to greet the Outsider. AMYAND: Doctor, your ship. Would there be a shining light? The sound of a great wind? DOCTOR: Possibly. SORASTA: The lookout wasn't lying. AMYAND: That old fox Timanov. He'll have a long search for his messengers from Logar. We have them here. TIMANOV: Grateful as I am for the visitation of the Outsider, I wish he'd come nearer to the settlement. MALKON: Timanov. Shining is well-documented. MASTER: There's energy around you. Use it. Come, my sl*ve, be at one with me. TIMANOV: Outsider, welcome to the settlement. K-MASTER: Who are you? TIMANOV: Timanov, chief elder of the Sarns. I've been struggling to keep the faith. TIMANOV: I never thought I'd be alive to see this day. Logar is just. He sent you to help us through the Time of f*re. ZUKO: Don't anyone move. Stay where you are and no one will get hurt. AMYAND: Citizens, listen to me. You're here to see the Outsider. You won't be disappointed, because we've found him. In fact, we found two of them. Doctor? Turlough? AMYAND: Look at them. But they're not who you think they are. They're not messengers of Logar, but men like us. They will tell you that Logar is d*ad. Logar never existed. MALKON: I hope you bring proof of your statement. SORASTA: Doctor, this is our leader, Malkon. DOCTOR: How do you do. MALKON: You're welcome to Sarn. DOCTOR: Not a very hospitable planet at the moment. MALKON: You will hear out the Doctor. DOCTOR: Er, yes. Well, what Amyand said is right. What you call the spirit of the mountain is f*re itself, and that f*re will pour down onto your settlement destroying everything in its path. MALKON: It has happened before, but do you have knowledge that will help us? DOCTOR: I can't save your planet, but I can get you away from here. TURLOUGH: Where did you find these? Tell me, please. MALKON: They are gifts of Logar. TURLOUGH: This equipment is relatively new. It comes from a Trion spacecraft. Now where are the crew? AMYAND: Malkon speaks the truth. Timanov says they're gifts of Logar. DOCTOR: Whoever your benefactor, they provided you with a transceiver unit, even if somewhat incomplete. ROSKAL: What is transceiver unit? DOCTOR: Er, it's a way of communicating with other people. Possibly a more effective way of getting you settled on another planet. The Trions must have a form of colony or something, eh, Turlough? If you could get a message to the Trion, they could send a rescue ship. TURLOUGH: Contact Trion and you ruin everything. DOCTOR: What are you talking about? TURLOUGH: Where did you find that? MALKON: It is nothing. A Chosen One has many gifts. TURLOUGH: There are more like this? Show me. DOCTOR: Turlough? TURLOUGH: Doctor, you don't understand. I think this equipment came from my father's ship. PERI: Will someone help me, please? TURLOUGH: Why do they call you the Chosen One? MALKON: I carry the mark of Logar, at least that's what Timanov says. TURLOUGH: Show me. TURLOUGH: The Misos Triangle. MALKON: Timanov also says I came from the f*re. That is always how the Chosen One arrives. TURLOUGH: From the f*re? MALKON: I was found in the wilderness by the volcano. TURLOUGH: Do you know precisely where? MALKON: Yes. TURLOUGH: Take me there. MALKON: I can't. It's in the forbidden land. TURLOUGH: Please, take me there. MALKON: No. Unbelievers are not allowed. If you are caught, you would be sent to the burning. TURLOUGH: Come on, no one's going to burn us. I order you! MALKON: No one can order a Chosen One. TURLOUGH: Except another Chosen One. Now please, take me to where you were found. MALKON: Where did you get that? TURLOUGH: Probably the same place as you. Trion. It's a unique custom they have. PERI: Doctor! ECHO: Doctor. DOCTOR: Ow! We need more power. SORASTA: Doctor, Timanov has returned. DOCTOR: Good, good, I need to speak to him. We've a full-scale exodus to organise. TIMANOV: Seize the enemies of Logar. Arrest all unbelievers. Obey me! DOCTOR: Look, be a good fellow. We're trying to help. The volcano could erupt at any moment. TIMANOV: You must be the Doctor. It is the Outsider's wish that you go to the f*re. DOCTOR: There is no Outsider. TIMANOV: Do as the Outsider has instructed! ZUKO: No! DOCTOR: Oh, no. TURLOUGH: This was your f*re. The ship crash-landed. MALKON: I travelled from Trion in this? TURLOUGH: And you weren't alone. PERI (OOV.): Turlough! TURLOUGH: Peri? PERI: Oh, am I pleased to see you. Who's this? TURLOUGH: Malkon. Peri is a friend, another traveller. PERI: Have I seen everything today. A transgalactic payphone, a stepfather who turns into a robot, and a robot who turns into a gangster. TURLOUGH: That must be Kamelion. PERI: That's him. I sure prefer him to the Master. TURLOUGH: Master? Kamelion turned into the Master? PERI: Yes. Why, do you know him? TURLOUGH: Come on, we have to get back to the Doctor. PERI: Oh no, please, no. K-MASTER: Wretched citizens of Sarn, you turned your backs on the lord of the f*re mountain and listened to his enemy. DOCTOR: The man's an imposter. K-MASTER: Save your breath, Doctor, to tell me but one thing. Where is the girl from your TARDIS? She's joined you here? Where's the comparator? TIMANOV: Outsider, sacrifice the enemy. K-MASTER: Not yet. Burn the others first. DOCTOR: No! K-MASTER: The comparator, if you please, Doctor. SORASTA: Only Malkon can order a burning! TIMANOV: It is the will of the Outsider that you all die. The messenger of Logar has supreme authority. DOCTOR: I don't know where the girl is. I don't have the comparator! K-MASTER: Commence the burning! DOCTOR: No! ROSKAL: Doctor, help us! DOCTOR: You must believe me! K-MASTER: Oh, but I do believe you. Commence the burnings! SORASTA: No! DOCTOR: Stop this! K-MASTER: You are quite powerless. Continue the sacrifices. See that this Doctor burns slowly. ROSKAL: Doctor!
{"type": "series", "show": "Doctor Who", "episode": "21x14 - Planet of f*re - part 2"}
foreverdreaming
PLANET OF f*re BY: PETER GRIMWADE Part Three Original Air Date: 1 March 1984 Running time: 23:57 K-MASTER: Journey's end, Doctor. I'm sorry. Your cremation will deprive me of our periodic encounters. Quickly, my time is short. TIMANOV: Great Logar, receive these mortals as an oblation from your faithful people. PERI: That's him. That's the Master. TURLOUGH: No. PERI: Really? TURLOUGH: Yes. We may be able to help. PERI: How? TURLOUGH: Something the Doctor pointed out earlier. Malkon, you keep them occupied and tell the Doctor about Kamelion. Quickly. MALKON: Stop! There is to be no sacrifice. K-MASTER: What are you waiting for? Continue the burnings. MALKON: This man is an imposter. K-MASTER: Who is this boy? DOCTOR: Oh, don't you know? Allow me to introduce Malkon, Chosen One of the Sarns. You see? He's no Outsider. He doesn't recognise your Chosen One, and he doesn't understand the laws of the settlement. PERI: That kid won't hold them off for long. TURLOUGH: The Doctor can help him. We only need a few minutes. PERI: Do you know what you're doing? TURLOUGH: If I can h*t the right circuits, if it still works, I think I can cut the gas supply to their sacrificial f*re. K-MASTER: Obey me or there will be no gift and I shall call down the wrath of Logar on you all. TIMANOV: Malkon is overruled. Continue the burning. MALKON: No! K-MASTER: Never mind the boy. Now, to the f*re with the unbeliever. TIMANOV: Logar refuses the sacrifice. He's angry that his Chosen One has been struck down! PERI: Oh, you've done it! The f*re's out. DOCTOR: He's not d*ad, but let them think he is. MALKON: Warn the Doctor. Kamelion is the Master. DOCTOR: Life must be very complicated for you at the moment. Not only are you a phony Outsider, you're not even the real Master. You're just a machine. Oh, no, no, don't turn away. You will accept my will. I am the Doctor and you are Kamelion. K-MASTER: Will you allow my enemy to torment me? DOCTOR: You are no more than the sum of your parts, a mass of printed circuits. K-MASTER: k*ll him. DOCTOR: You see? He likes to k*ll. He turned on your Chosen One. Next time it'll be you, Chief Elder. K-MASTER: k*ll! TIMANOV: No. Let Logar decide. Let the f*re god send us a sign. DOCTOR: Oh, you'll have a sign, all right. If I can break the energy link with the Master, this so-called will be nothing but a heap of spare parts. You're on your own, Kamelion. Your power is weakening, turning to silver. A silver puppet jumping on a string. String cut! TIMANOV: He's shining. ROSKAL: I don't believe it. DOCTOR: h*m* fringing. Nothing supernatural about that, it's an intermediate stage between anthropoid and robotic identity. TIMANOV: No, it is the sign of Logar. PERI: Seems like the Doctor could do with some more help. He'll need this thing too. It's from his TARDIS. AMYAND: The more you att*ck it, the more it looks like the Outsider. DOCTOR: I must concentrate. MASTER: The cave, quickly. Shield yourself from the Doctor's mind. Use the cave. DOCTOR: Obey me. The Doctor. The Doctor. K-FOSTER: Take them to the cave. TIMANOV: Obey the shining one. DOCTOR: Mustn't resist. Any distraction will allow the Master to break through. That's right, Kamelion. Servile. sl*ve! Bond broken. TURLOUGH: No! PERI: The Doctor's trying to control Kamelion's mind. I can help him. I know how to do that, too. TURLOUGH: Leave it to the Doctor. ROSKAL: What happened? K-MASTER: Oh, Doctor, you quite let your enthusiasm run away with you. AMYAND: What went wrong? DOCTOR: The cave. Somehow it's screening the thought control. K-MASTER: Oh, phew. Over the years I've dreamed of a million exquisite tortures to accompany your final moments. That it should come to this. PERI: No! DOCTOR: Peri, get back. PERI: Kamelion! You're supposed to be the Doctor's friend. Kamelion! K-MASTER: You see? I've grown stronger since our last meeting. Your puny mind no longer affects me. I'm grateful, however, that you've seen fit to return the comparator. PERI: That thing's where you'll never find it. TIMANOV: No! There's been too much k*lling. Only the f*re is acceptable to Logar. MASTER: You're still resistant. Do not oppose them or my TARDIS will never be free. Take the girl with you. She's unskilled, but strong. There's much work to be done. As for the Doctor, he'll die in the holocaust with the rest of them. K-MASTER: I'm sorry to be deprived of the pleasure of seeing you die, Doctor, although I am consoled by the thought that your imminent and inevitable demise will be excruciating. K-MASTER: Now, Chief Elder, I've work for you elsewhere. TIMANOV: Work? Where are the gifts? The Outsider always brings gifts from Logar. K-MASTER: Of course, how foolish of me. I have them in safekeeping at the ruin. Buried. (to the Doctor) You will be cremated alive. PERI: No! No! Doctor! PERI: No, let me go! DOCTOR: Interesting. I knew something other than rock must be screening me from Kamelion's mind. ROSKAL: Turlough! DOCTOR: What kept you? TURLOUGH: I've been to the wreck of my father's ship. AMYAND: Get this gate open, will you? Another surge could come at any moment. TURLOUGH: I don't think so. I've been back to the bunker, re-routed the flow. Where's Malkon? TURLOUGH: No. SORASTA: He's still breathing. TURLOUGH: Who did this? DOCTOR: One of the Elders. TURLOUGH: I shall k*ll him for this. DOCTOR: What good would that do? We must get after Peri. TURLOUGH: You don't understand, Doctor. DOCTOR: Come on. TURLOUGH: I think Malkon is my brother. K-MASTER: Beneath that rubble lies an object of incomparable value. A gift from Logar. DOCTOR: How do you know Malkon is your brother? TURLOUGH: The last Trion ship to come here crashed and Malkon was the only survivor. It must have been the ship my father was on. DOCTOR: How does that make him your brother? TURLOUGH: Just accept, for the moment, Doctor, that I know he would have been the only infant on board. DOCTOR: He's in severe shock. There may be some damage to his nervous system. Keep him warm. Make him as comfortable as you can. Why fuel the cave with volcanic gas? ROSKAL: The cave has always been used for sacrifices. DOCTOR: With all due respect to your fellow Sarns, I think the people who built this had a more useful purpose than burnt offerings to Logar. Come on. AMYAND: Where are you going? DOCTOR: To find the Master and his TARDIS. Do you know this ruin he spoke of? AMYAND: Yes, and I know a safe route to it. Follow me. DOCTOR: Don't you want to stay with Malkon? TURLOUGH: I must be there when the Sarns find out you've escaped from the cave. AMYAND: How can you help the Doctor? TURLOUGH: With this. DOCTOR: Does everyone from Trion have this mark? TURLOUGH: No. You have to be very special to wear the Misos Triangle. TIMANOV: It's stone. It's a pillar of stone. K-MASTER: My TARDIS. I am most grateful. PERI: You do realise this creature is about to do a bunk. K-MASTER: As my word is my bond, Chief Elder, this is a day of reckoning for us all. DOCTOR: Something must have happened to the Master for him to be using Kamelion. TURLOUGH: He certainly went to a great deal of trouble to get him back. Do you think he's into another regeneration crisis? DOCTOR: His present body must be good for a few years yet. There has to be another reason. K-MASTER: At last. TIMANOV: Where are the promised gifts? PERI: Don't let him go! K-MASTER: Gullible idiot. TURLOUGH: Too late. DOCTOR: No. No, no, that's the Master's TARDIS. PERI: It's like the Doctor's. K-MASTER: But infinitely superior, as I am to that galactic philanthropist. DOCTOR: I can stop the Master by materialising around his TARDIS. TURLOUGH: You'll need this. TURLOUGH: It is the will of Logar that you obey me. I am your new Chosen One. Order them to put down their staves. TIMANOV: The mark of Logar? TURLOUGH: I have released the prisoners from the cave. I now hold supreme authority. TIMANOV: The blue box is sacred Logar. It must not be profaned by his enemies. TURLOUGH: You have been cheated by the false Outsider. The Doctor is no enemy. He is the rightful custodian of the box. Will you compound the m*rder of Malkon by defying your new leader? Let the Doctor pass! TURLOUGH: There we are. DOCTOR: We're stuck. The temporal s*ab's been removed. Another old trick of the Master's. TURLOUGH: Oh, no. AMYAND: Where's he gone? DOCTOR: Hmm? Er, I don't know yet. Someone's been interfering with the TARDIS navigational system. Kamelion. It's been remote-paralleled with the Master's TARDIS. So that's how he followed us to Sarn. AMYAND: I don't understand. DOCTOR: Hmm? Oh, it's perfectly simple. If this machine were working properly, we'd follow the Master's TARDIS. AMYAND: What, anywhere? DOCTOR: Indeed. Although the effort would hardly be worthwhile. He's still on Sarn. PERI: What have you got in this? K-MASTER: It's no concern of your. Place it here. PERI: Oh. It's your control box, isn't it. K-MASTER: Very perceptive, Miss Brown. But the real power of my control is well beyond your inadequate comprehension. PERI: Where are we? K-MASTER: In the heart of the volcano. PERI: Look, if I'm to help you I want to know what you're doing and what happens to me when all K-MASTER: You will obey me without question. PERI: You said that once before. K-MASTER: Perhaps you doubt the efficacy of this device? Allow me to introduce the Tissue Compression Eliminator. K-MASTER: The same will happen to you, my dear, if you obstruct me. DOCTOR: There's something the Master needs on Sarn. If we could find it, we'd find him. I think Turlough will need some help. AMYAND: Nothing short of a sign from Logar will have any effect on Timanov and the elders. DOCTOR: A sign from Logar. What does he look like, this f*re lord? TURLOUGH: Perhaps I should choose new elders from amongst the citizens, and a Chief Elder who would be more faithful to his new leader. TIMANOV: No, wait. It's a time of crisis. We must do nothing to thr*at the continuity of our people. TURLOUGH: Then obey me in all things. TIMANOV: We will be guided by you, Chosen One. DOCTOR: How about that? AMYAND: Not quite. He's fatter, a larger head, bright silver. That's more like it. K-MASTER: The Doctor's TARDIS. A modest thunderbolt, I think. PERI: What are you doing? K-MASTER: You'll see. TURLOUGH: Into the TARDIS! PERI: You did that? K-MASTER: The entire power of the mountain is at my command. But enough of games. I'm here for more serious work. TURLOUGH: I said into the TARDIS! Quickly! TURLOUGH: Sorry, Doctor. There was nowhere else I could bring them. DOCTOR: Welcome, gentlemen. TURLOUGH: This is the Doctor. He's not an enemy of Logar, but an elder from the city of Gallifrey. DOCTOR: Do any of you recognise this? TIMANOV: Logar. TURLOUGH: You see? He appears at the Doctor's command. TIMANOV: Why doesn't he strike down the heretics? TURLOUGH: Logar is the friend of all people, whether they believe in him or not. He's only angry when the citizens fight amongst themselves. (quietly) It's a man in a thermal suit. DOCTOR: Hmm. Must be some sort of control centre inside the volcano. Timanov, have you actually ever seen Logar? TIMANOV: Yes, once, when I was a boy. DOCTOR: Where? TIMANOV: It was the summit of the f*re mountain. The f*re god spoke to me, encouraged me to inhale the gases. I felt intoxicated, invigorated. I felt reborn. AMYAND: You were drunk. TIMANOV: When I returned from the mountain, my body and my mind felt stronger and fitter. DOCTOR: I wonder if that's what the Master wants. To be born again. DOCTOR: Now, isn't that interesting? According to this, the Master and Peri are inside the volcano. PERI: How much more is there? K-MASTER: Stop mewling. DOCTOR: The seismic scanner. Something's happening inside the volcano. TIMANOV: We must gaze upon it. DOCTOR: Shall we gaze upon it too? TURLOUGH: The Master must have precipitated an eruption. DOCTOR: I don't think so. That isn't an eruption. TIMANOV: No, it's the blue flame. It hasn't been seen for many generations. TURLOUGH: What is it supposed to indicate? TIMANOV: It's a sign of great favour from Logar. He's showing his mercy to the sick and the injured. There'll be a gathering. We must go to our people. DOCTOR: I wonder if Logar will help a sick Time Lord. Perhaps the Master needs the blue flame more than the people of Sarn. TURLOUGH: We should get back to the bunker. DOCTOR: No, no, no, the Hall of f*re. I want to analyse the deposit on the walls. Unless, of course, you can tell me what it is? TURLOUGH: How should I know? That cave's part of a colonial civilisation that ended ages ago. DOCTOR: The control centre's been maintained. Just what sort of interest have your people got in the s*ab of an abandoned planet? TURLOUGH: I don't know. DOCTOR: When we arrived, you expected to find Trions here. Why? TURLOUGH: The triangle here in the ruin. DOCTOR: If this is an abandoned planet, what was your father doing here? All right. But if you're holding back anything that will aid the Master, our friendship is at an end. Is that understood? TURLOUGH: Yes, Doctor. K-MASTER: Excellent! We now have control of one of the greatest energy sources in the universe. PERI: A blue flame? K-MASTER: Numismaton gas, my dear. An immensely rare catalytic reagent from deep inside the planet. When the surge comes again, I shall be ready to absorb its infinite transforming power. PERI: Really. PERI: Well, you're getting no more power! DOCTOR: Hmm. Trace elements of numismaton gas. Very useful for an injured Time Lord who can't regenerate. Now, why would he want the gas in such quantities? TURLOUGH: Perhaps he plans to bottle and sell it. DOCTOR: Even if I were in a better humour, that wouldn't be funny. SORASTA: Doctor, Malkon is much worse. TURLOUGH: We must get him back to the TARDIS. DOCTOR: No. TURLOUGH: Doctor, please! DOCTOR: Thanks to the Master, he's far better off here. I must get back to the bunker and organise the gas flow. PERI: The Master's control box. I may have a puny mind, but you don't need to be Albert Einstein to find the off switch. MASTER: You escaped from my sl*ve, but you will obey me or die.
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PLANET OF f*re BY: PETER GRIMWADE Part Four Original Air Date: 2 March 1984 Running time: 24:44 PERI: Urgh! DOCTOR: There's healing power in one of the volcanic gases. Could be why the Trions constructed the Hall of f*re, some sort of curative centre. I must release the gas flow. Strictly for medicinal purposes, of course. There we are. ROSKAL: You're doing what Timanov wants. DOCTOR: Why not, if it saves Malkon's life? Bring him to the Hall of f*re, quickly. AMYAND: Do you think this is wise? TURLOUGH: Don't stop them. The Doctor wants to use the gas for its original purpose. TIMANOV: This is for you, Chosen One. The gift of Logar. TURLOUGH: Thank you. Wait a minute. I've seen one of these before. DOCTOR: Excellent. AMYAND: That flame will burn, not heal. DOCTOR: There's still a residue of hot gas still to burn off. DOCTOR: Where did you get this? TURLOUGH: Timanov gave it to me. DOCTOR: More gifts from Logar? TURLOUGH: Yes, from a Trion ship. It's a coded circuit release key. I know the lock it operates. DOCTOR: Pure numismaton gas. It's quite safe. DOCTOR: Look. TURLOUGH: What are you waiting for? PERI: There you are. TIMANOV: Praise be to Logar. DOCTOR: Logar had very little to do with it. MALKON: What happened? DOCTOR: You were sh*t, but you should be all right now. TURLOUGH: Assemble the rest of the citizens here. Please, my friend. We need your skills of leadership and organisation. Logar demands it. TIMANOV: Yes, of course, Chosen One. DOCTOR: Amyand, I'll need your help as a guide. We must get to the seismic control centre. AMYAND; I'll do my best. DOCTOR: Turlough, when I've got the TARDIS working, we'll materialise here and take the Sarns on board. TURLOUGH: That won't be necessary. DOCTOR: Why? TURLOUGH: If it's still intact, I think I can operate the main transmitter on my father's ship. That gives us direct access to Trion Communications Executive, and the Custodians will send a rescue ship. DOCTOR: Couldn't do better. DOCTOR: Just a minute. You were concerned about the Custodians earlier. TURLOUGH: I'll be all right. DOCTOR: You are in trouble. TURLOUGH: The Misos Triangle is the mark of a prisoner, and Sarn is a prison planet for very special people. That's why my father was sent here. If he had lived, he would have been your leader. AMYAND: Are we Trion prisoners, too? TURLOUGH: No, you are all that is left of the indigenous population. MASTER: Miss Brown, Peri, listen to me. There is no way you can escape either from my TARDIS or from the control centre. PERI: We'll see about that. MASTER: Help me. I'll spare your life. PERI: Spare my life? You come out here and say that. PERI: Who's there? PERI: Pleasant dreams. DOCTOR: Turlough, how did your family become criminals? TURLOUGH: There was civil w*r on my planet. My mother was k*lled. My father was on the wrong side and was exiled here with my younger brother. I, for my sins, was sent by the regime to Earth. DOCTOR: But how could they possibly know you've absconded? TURLOUGH: The Trions have agents on every civilised planet. An agrarian commissioner on Verdon, a tax inspector on Darveg, and a very eccentric solicitor in Chancery Lane. They'll know, all right. DOCTOR: I'll see you back at the TARDIS. TURLOUGH: Good luck, Doctor. Come on. DOCTOR: This must have been a very fertile planet. AMYAND: When the Trions were here? DOCTOR: Oh, don't be too hard on them. It's their technology that's maintained the s*ab of the planet. AMYAND: You call this s*ab? DOCTOR: They did their best. The silver things that were seen on the mountain, they were Trion volcanologists attempting to control the eruptions. AMYAND: So they could imprison here their own undesirable elements. Like fools, we've tried to make sense of things, inventing legends and myths to explain them away. DOCTOR: Well, that's at an end. The old order's gone forever. There'll be no more Outsiders, no more Chosen Ones. AMYAND: And the years that have been wasted. DOCTOR: With a leader like you, Amyand, your people will soon advance. TURLOUGH: Come on, we're nearly there. AMYAND: Which way? There must be an entrance somewhere on this hill. Let's try along here. TURLOUGH: Somewhere over here. ROSKAL: We must hurry. DOCTOR: Get back! AMYAND: We're trapped. PERI: Doctor! PERI: It's this way. It's in here. DOCTOR: All right, come on. PERI: Okay. DOCTOR: Quickly. ROSKAL: Is it still working? TURLOUGH: I don't know. Keep your fingers crossed. TURLOUGH: The emergency power cells may have decayed. No, we're in luck. (static) There's a lot of geomagnetic interference. MAN (OOV.): This is Trion Control. ROSKAL: It's amazing. MAN (OOV.): This is Trion Control. You're transmitting on an executive frequency. Please state name, rank and identification code. TURLOUGH: My name is Vislor Turlough, Junior Ensign Commander, identification code VTEC9/12/44. MASTER: Come, my sl*ve. Revive. We're not defeated yet. DOCTOR: The seismic control centre. It's impressive. The question is, how effective. Keep an eye on him, would you? PERI: What are you doing now? DOCTOR: Trying to slow down the eruption. The Master's interference has caused the seismic machinery to become unstable. If I can override the a*t*matic controller, I can delay the worst of it. PERI: Can't you stop it? DOCTOR: I doubt it. The Master's already triggered a massive surge of numismaton gas in the planet's core. It that hits the surface it will disrupt the inhibition circuit altogether. There'll be devastation. TURLOUGH: At least they're sending a ship. ROSKAL: They won't punish you. TURLOUGH: Just so long as they don't send me back to Brendan. ROSKAL: Where? TURLOUGH: The worst place in the universe. An English public school on Earth. Come on, let's get back to the others. DOCTOR: There we are. That should hold back the eruption for a while. Now for the Master. PERI: There it is, but he could be anywhere. DOCTOR: Fair exchange is no robbery. The Master's temporal s*ab. PERI: Will it fit your machine? DOCTOR: Oh yes. MASTER: Revive. Revive, Kamelion! DOCTOR: How does it feel to get a taste of your own medicine? MASTER: I live, Doctor. DOCTOR: Albeit in somewhat reduced circumstances. MASTER: I shall soon be restored to profit from my research. DOCTOR: Ah, you're experimenting with the Tissue Compression Eliminator. MASTER: To increase its range. I was building a new and more deadly version. DOCTOR: You made it too powerful for your own good. MASTER: A small design problem. DOCTOR: And a very small Master. That's why you needed Kamelion, isn't it? MASTER: I've lodged in the mind of that sl*ve since our fateful meeting on Xeriphas. DOCTOR: The scream in the TARDIS. He even felt your pain. MASTER: Mmm, and came instantly to my help. Now, with the next surge of numismaton gas, all is prepared for my supreme renewal. AMYAND: k*ll him, Doctor. K-MASTER (OOV.): Get away from the box. DOCTOR: No need to remind you what will happen if you use that thing in here. K-MASTER: I don't think that'll be necessary. Now, outside. PERI: He's let us go. DOCTOR: He needs to move his TARDIS into the circle of flame. When the next surge comes, he'll be surrounded by restorative gas. Amyand, I want you to go back to Turlough and give him this. PERI: Look! PERI: We're trapped. DOCTOR: No, we're not. Amyand, your turn to play Logar. TURLOUGH: Your people must go to the ruin. SORASTA: To the ruin? Why? TURLOUGH: That is where the Trion rescue ship will land. Please, you must hurry. PERI: Good luck! PERI: Now what are you doing? DOCTOR: I'm trying to raise some local radiation. If I can induce a sympathetic reaction in Kamelion's psychocircuits, he'll have the electronic equivalent of a heart att*ck. PERI: What are you trying to do? DOCTOR: You'll see. Now, when I give you the word, I want you to push this control here hard to its end stop, all right? Now, get down behind the desk. K-MASTER: Get away from the controls. PERI: Doctor. DOCTOR: He won't dare f*re and risk hitting the control system. PERI: He's a robot. He'll just walk through the flame. DOCTOR: I hope so. What I've prepared will only work at close range. K-MASTER: I've warned you, Doctor. DOCTOR: Just as you say. DOCTOR: (quietly) Keep down. (loud) Now! K-FOSTER: Kamelion no good. Sorry. DOCTOR: I'm sorry too, Kamelion. K-FOSTER: Destroy me. Please. DOCTOR: Get back. DOCTOR: I must try to control the surge of energy the Master's programmed, otherwise the planet could be destroyed before the Sarns can escape. PERI: How much longer do we have? DOCTOR: I don't know. I just hope Amyand get the s*ab to Turlough in time. PERI: Does Turlough know how to fly the TARDIS? DOCTOR: He doesn't have to. It's still linked with the Master's. It should materialise in the same relationship as the ruin. TURLOUGH: We're running out of time. You must leave for the landing ground. TIMANOV: Leave us in peace. We wish to die with our sins. TIMANOV: Logar! AMYAND: On your feet, all of you. AMYAND: So much for Logar. TIMANOV: Deception. Another deception, and from a heretic. TURLOUGH: Where's the Doctor? AMYAND: Trapped by the f*re. He said you must fit this into the TARDIS. TURLOUGH: The s*ab. Quickly, to the ruin! TIMANOV: You will never understand, Amyand. Logar is everywhere. He cares for the faithful. AMYAND: Perhaps that's why he's in the ship from Trion. Perhaps he wants you to live. PERI: Now that's what I call a real spaceship. DOCTOR: It's no good to us. The TARDIS is the only way out of here. Hurry up, Turlough. CAPTAIN: Now, you're sure this is the last batch? SORASTA: Yes. Yes, it should be. CAPTAIN: They've no option? SORASTA: They don't want to leave their own place. CAPTAIN: Excuse me. [/i] CAPTAIN: It's customary to salute a senior officer, Turlough. TURLOUGH: I'm very sorry, but there isn't time for that. CAPTAIN: Where are you going? TURLOUGH: The TARDIS is on a time-delayed takeoff. We have fifteen seconds to clear this room. CAPTAIN: Still running away? TURLOUGH: If I were running away, I would hardly have asked for a rescue ship from Trion, Captain. PERI: Is this it? PERI: Oh, no. DOCTOR: Well done, Turlough. Quickly, into the TARDIS. MASTER: I shall come from this f*re a thousand times stronger, to hound you to the borders of the universe. Bwahahahahaha! MASTER: Oh! Cancel the ray injection immediately. Doctor! I'll plague you to the end of time for this. Help me! I'll give you anything in creation. Please! Won't you show mercy to your own Argh!!! PERI: Doctor? Are you okay? DOCTOR: Er, yes, of course. I'm all right. CAPTAIN: We must hurry. TURLOUGH: Am I under arrest? CAPTAIN: Do you wish to be? TURLOUGH: I thought CAPTAIN: Things have changed on Trion. Former political prisoners are no longer persecuted. You're welcome to return. CAPTAIN: Or not, as you please. MALKON: Turlough. CAPTAIN: We'd best be gone. TURLOUGH: You go. Go on, please. TURLOUGH: My exile has been rescinded. DOCTOR: I'm pleased for you. TURLOUGH: Doctor, I DOCTOR: I shall miss you. TURLOUGH: I don't want to go, Doctor. I've learnt a lot from you. But I have to go back to Trion. It's my home. DOCTOR: Better to go back while you're a bit of a hero, eh? TURLOUGH: Thank you for everything, Doctor. Look after him, won't you? He gets into the most terrible trouble. PERI: Well, I DOCTOR: Well, I should get you home. PERI: Oh, must you? DOCTOR: Oh, yes. Your friends will be worried. PERI: It's funny, but just before I met you I was saying I wanted to travel, and I've still got three months of my vacation left. DOCTOR: And you want to travel with me. PERI: Is that an invitation? DOCTOR: Actually, it was a question. PERI: May I? DOCTOR: Three months, you say? PERI: That's right. DOCTOR: All right. Why not. DOCTOR: Welcome aboard, Peri.
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THE CAVES OF ANDROZANI BY: ROBERT HOLMES Part One Original Air Date: 8 March 1984 Running time: 24:33 PERI (OOV.): The tide's out. DOCTOR (OOV.): Hmm? PERI (OOV.): When you said sand, I thought maybe I could take a dip. DOCTOR (OOV.): You're a little late, Peri. It's about a billion years since there was any sea on Androzani Minor. PERI (OOV.): You're such a pain, Doctor. DOCTOR: Come on. Well, well, well. The old place hasn't changed at all. Still nothing but sand. PERI: Oh, wow! This place, Doctor, it's just unbelievable! Doctor, look! DOCTOR: What? PERI: Glass. DOCTOR: Almost, anyway. It's fused silica. And I'm not a pain. Here's some more. Now, why would anyone come here? PERI: Who said they have? DOCTOR: These patches were fused by the rocket pads of a spacecraft. Too small for interstellar travel, so it obviously came from the twin planet of Androzani Major. The interesting question is, why? PERI: Maybe someone wanted some sand to make some glass so they could blow a new vacuum tube for their reticular vector gauge. DOCTOR: Hmm. Sarcasm is not your strong point, Peri. If I were you I'd stick. Ah-ha! What have we here? PERI: Ah-ha? I'm looking. Why am I looking? DOCTOR: A monoskid. You can see the deep furrow where it left the ship then the shallower one when it returned. PERI: Or vice versa. DOCTOR: No, no, no. You can see where the light track sometimes crosses the heavy one. So, someone came here with a heavily laden monoskid, unloaded it somewhere and then returned to the ship. PERI: So you got a merit badge in tracking when you were a boy scout. I'm suitably impressed. Can we go now? DOCTOR: Er, one moment. Looks as if the tracks lead to those caves over there. PERI: Is this wise, I ask myself? Oh well. DOCTOR: Ah, blow holes. PERI: What? DOCTOR: Now we're near you can see they're not caves, they're blow holes. PERI: Well, same difference. DOCTOR: Not to a speleologist. And not if you're stuck in one of those things at high tide. PERI: High tide? I thought you said that DOCTOR: It's a figure of speech. You see, the core of this planet is superheated primeval mud. When its orbit takes it close to Androzani Major, the gravitational pull PERI: Oh, I get the picture. Mud baths for everyone. Well, it's a change from lava. DOCTOR: Hmm. Presumably why the planet was never colonised. Androzani Major was becoming quite developed the last time I passed this way. PERI: When was that? DOCTOR: I don't remember. I'm pretty sure it wasn't the future. PERI: You're a very confusing person to be with, Doctor, you know that? DOCTOR: I tried keeping a diary once. Not chronological, of course, but the trouble with time travel is one never seems to find the time. PERI: Where's the light coming from? DOCTOR: Hmm? Oh, natural phosphorescence. There's a crystalline material in these walls. It's polished smooth as glass. PERI: Which reminds me why we came here, and it wasn't to go Argh! DOCTOR: Be careful not to slip. Oh. DOCTOR: Keep still. All right, give me your hand. Come on, up. PERI: It's horrid. What is it? DOCTOR: It's not edible, by the smell of it. It's probably quite harmless. PERI: It's stinging. DOCTOR: Yes, well, don't fall into any more, hmm? PERI: Doctor, why do you wear a stick of celery in your lapel? DOCTOR: Does it offend you? PERI: No, I'm just curious. DOCTOR: Safety precaution. I'm allergic to certain gases in the praxis range of the spectrum. PERI: How does the celery help? DOCTOR: If the gas is present, the celery turns purple. PERI: And then what do you do? DOCTOR: I eat the celery. If nothing else, I'm sure it's good for my teeth. KRELPER: The dummies should have been here yesterday. STOTZ: The last time we made a drop, we had to wait three days. So what? It sure beats picking chacaws. KRELPER: Chacaws. I don't pick chacaws, Stotz. I've never been confined, and you know why? Cos I'm smart. STOTZ: You, smart? Krelper, the wind whistles through your ears. KRELPER: Yeah? STOTZ: Someone's coming. KRELPER: Should be the droids. Come on, belt plates. STOTZ: Krelper, it could also be the army. Let's move out of here. KRELPER: Come on! PERI: End of trail. DOCTOR: Gas carbines. PERI: b*mb. DOCTOR: Poison volatisers. Nasty little objects, aren't they. There are enough hand w*apon here to equip a small army. PERI: What do you make of it? You said nobody lives here. DOCTOR: I was wrong. This dice is still warm. PERI: Listen. DOCTOR: Boots coming this way. Quickly, over here. PERI: Now what do we do? DOCTOR: Surrender. CHELLAK: Yes? SALATEEN: A message from Captain Rones, sir. His men have just taken two g*n runners. CHELLAK: Good. Good. That's excellent. Well done Rones, eh? He's B group, I think. SALATEEN: Yes, sir. CHELLAK: High time we had some success. Did they resist? SALATEEN: Apparently not. The patrol also captured a dump of gas w*apon. CHELLAK: Gas? SALATEEN: Rones suspects there are other runners in the area. He wants to know if he should set up an ambush. CHELLAK: I think it's more important we should seize these w*apon, Major Salateen. SALATEEN: Very good, sir. CHELLAK: If Sharaz Jek gets his hands on gas w*apon, we'll be in a devil of a stew. Could pin our fellows down for weeks. SALATEEN: We have gas suits in the stores, General. CHELLAK: A bad design. I've always said so. A few hours in one of those things, you start to cook. Still, better have them checked ready for issue. SALATEEN: It's being done, sir. CHELLAK: Ahead of me as usual, eh, Salateen. What about these prisoners? TIMMIN: Yes, sir? MORGUS: Timmin, copper output has risen by thirteen percent. That should not have occurred. TIMMIN: Head of Minerals sent out a limiting order last month, sir. MORGUS: Too little, too late. Tell him to fly out immediately to our Northcawl mine. I want a feasibility study on the possibility of closure. TIMMIN: Yes, sir. MORGUS: That is all, Krau. TIMMIN: There has been a message from General Chellak, sir. MORGUS: Yes? TIMMIN: The General wishes to inform you that his men have captured two g*n runners and intercepted an arms delivery to the android rebels. MORGUS: Ah, taken two runners alive? Get me Chellak on vision. TIMMIN: Yes, sir. MORGUS: The spineless cretins. STOTZ: They're beginning to move the stuff out. Now men, if we double round, we can cut them off here. KRELPER: How many? STOTZ: Ten, maybe a dozen. Come on, let's fumigate some squaddies. CHELLAK: The survey team were charting Blue level, weren't they? Did anyone see anything? SALATEEN: Apparently not, sir. They heard Trooper Boze cry out and ran back, but it was like the others. The thing hadn't left much of him. CHELLAK: That's five men now. Always on Blue level. If we had the time and the manpower, I'd send a squad down there to find it and destroy it. SALATEEN: Nice trophy for the mess, sir. CHELLAK: Yes. TROOPER: Stand there. DOCTOR: Couldn't we have a chair? It's been a rather strenuous day. CHELLAK: You will stand there until I've finished with you, and when you address me, you will call me sir. DOCTOR: May I ask who you are, sir? CHELLAK: I am General Chellak, Commander of all Federal forces on this planet. DOCTOR: Well done, sir. I suppose you started in the ranks. CHELLAK: Under emergency regulations, anyone caught supplying arms to the android rebels faces summary execution. PERI: But, but, we weren't supplying arms. We were, well, we just found them. DOCTOR: Sir. PERI: Sir. CHELLAK: If you cooperate, I'm prepared to extend clemency. If you don't cooperate, you'll be sh*t. Is that clear? DOCTOR: Couldn't put it more plainly. Exactly how do we cooperate? PERI: Sir. DOCTOR: Thank you. CHELLAK: Do not provoke me. DOCTOR: Sorry. CHELLAK: I want to know your names and the names of your confederates. I want full details of all armaments deliveries, where and how they are brought in, who supplies them back on Major, and what your communication arrangements are with Sharaz Jek. DOCTOR: Well, I am generally known as the Doctor. My young friend here is known as Peri, that is, Perpegillium Brown. CHELLAK: Don't waste my time. DOCTOR: You know, if we could just sit down and talk about this little misunderstanding in a civilised manner. My young friend here has been complaining of pains in her legs. You can see for yourself she's suffering from some sort of urticaria. CHELLAK: Silence. DOCTOR: Come to that, I don't feel too well myself. CHELLAK: Yes? TROOPER (OOV.): Signals, sir. Trau Morgus is on Vid. He wants to speak to you immediately, General. CHELLAK: I'll take it. Put them in there. PERI: I don't think he likes us very much. MORGUS: Take my private lift and make sure you're not seen on the way out. Remember, I want the operation at Northcawl to be completed by the morning. MAN: Yes, Trau. MORGUS: The g*n runners. What information have you obtained? CHELLAK (on screen): Nothing as yet, only their names, sir. MORGUS: What are their names? CHELLAK (on screen): One calls himself the Doctor, the girl's name is Peri. MORGUS: A girl? Bring them to the screen. CHELLAK (on screen): I've only just g*n the interrogation. I hope to get enough out of these two to be able to round up the rest of the g*ng. MORGUS: I hope so too, General, for your sake. Your operation so far has been a dismal failure. CHELLAK (on screen): With respect, sir, I don't believe you fully understand the difficulty of the conditions here. MORGUS: All I understand is you're supposed to be trained soldiers, and yet one renegade and a handful of mindless androids has been dancing rings round you for six months. CHELLAK (on screen): I might remind you we captured the Spectrox refinery in our first as*ault. MORGUS: And allowed Sharaz Jek to spirit away the entire stockpile from under our noses. I warn you, General. People here are in no mood to tolerate your blundering much longer. CHELLAK (OOV.): I will not accept criticism from a civilian, no matter how rich and powerful he is. The c*ptive are here. DOCTOR (OOV.): Tempers getting a little frayed, are they? MORGUS (on monitor): Obviously you are the one who calls himself the Doctor. DOCTOR (on monitor): And you are? MORGUS (on monitor): Chief Director of the Sirius Conglomerate. JEK: Beautiful. DOCTOR (on monitor): And we are to address you as sir? MORGUS: Better if you do not address me at all. I merely wish to inspect you, to see the kind of creatures capable of betraying the golden vision of our glorious pioneers. Already I feel contaminated. Get rid of them. MORGUS: You have done well, General. I apologise if my earlier remarks seemed intemperate. It's just the frustration I feel here when I long to stand shoulder to shoulder with you. All right minded people feel the same. And so to boost morale, I will arrange for the execution. CHELLAK (on screen): But I've already told them their lives will be spared if they collaborate. MORGUS: No collaboration, General. No deals with traitors. The public will not stand for it. CHELLAK (on screen): If they're sh*t out of hand, we lose the chance of valuable information. MORGUS: That may be true, but it is not of prime importance. These people are the lowest type of human being. One only has to look at them to realise the extent of their depravity. Get rid of them, General. MORGUS: And we shall all feel a lot better. KRELPER: Here they come. STOTZ: Masks. STOTZ: Now! STOTZ: Quick. Come on. CHELLAK: You heard Morgus. He wants you ex*cuted. PERI: That's barbaric. DOCTOR: You take orders from a civilian? Weren't you telling us you command Federal forces here? CHELLAK: I could appeal the order, but it'd be pointless. Morgus has the Praesidium in his pocket. DOCTOR: We're quite innocent, you know. This is all a mistake. CHELLAK: Yes, I think I'm beginning to believe you, Doctor, but in times of w*r the innocent die too. PERI: Is that all you can say? We're about to be k*lled SALATEEN: Message from Captain Rones, sir. His men are under gas att*ck. CHELLAK: Where? SALATEEN: They were ambushed in the narrows. CHELLAK: That's barely six hundred metres from here! Muster HQ platoon. SALATEEN: They're falling in now, sir. CHELLAK: I'll take them out. These two, detention cells, and get them ready for execution. SALATEEN: You have heard of death under the red cloth? DOCTOR: Afraid not. SALATEEN: It is a military procedure. After death, your bodies are taken to the Field Cremation Unit. Your ashes are wrapped in the red cloth of execution and will be disposed of according to your directions. DOCTOR: Doesn't sound any more enticing than any other form of death. SALATEEN: Place these two in detention. MORGUS: I think I have made the right decision. I only wish the execution could be made public. TIMMIN: That is impossible, sir. MORGUS: I know, but think of the prestige it would bring the Conglomerate. To witness the punishment of wrong-doers is excellent moral reinforcement, don't you agree? TIMMIN: Oh yes, sir. MORGUS: Now, what else is there? TIMMIN: The President is coming to see you at five, Trau Morgus. MORGUS: Ah, yes. Take ten centilitres of Spectrox from my private stock. Even his Excellency cannot expect more than ten centilitres in these difficult times. STOTZ: Right, men, move it! STOTZ: Quick, come on! CHELLAK: Every last man. They k*lled the whole patrol. Check the other areas are free of gas and get the stretcher parties down here. DOCTOR: There was something very funny about that Major. PERI: Didn't make me laugh. DOCTOR: Chellak said they were fighting android rebels. PERI: Who cares who they're fighting. We seem to be the fall guys. DOCTOR: Yes, do try and speak English, Peri, hmm? PERI: Doctor, we've got about an hour to live. That Morgus wants us d*ad. DOCTOR: Yes, that's another odd thing. He had us paraded up and down in front of him, then once he'd seen us he seemed to lose all interest. I find that rather insulting. PERI: I can take an insult. I, I just don't want to be sh*t. Doctor, what are we going to do? DOCTOR: I've really no idea. I'm sorry I got you into this, Peri. PERI: It's all right. It wasn't your fault. I mean, it's as much my fault as yours. DOCTOR: Yes, I should never have followed those tracks. Curiosity's always been my downfall. How's your rash, by the way? PERI: It seems to be coming out in blisters now. DOCTOR: Me too. That fungus obviously had some very toxic properties. PERI: Well, I don't suppose we'll die of it inside the next hour. PERI: Anything interesting? DOCTOR: No. It's like a graveyard. JEK: Base defence group numbers four and nine, report to me. That is all. JEK: Stotz must have had a good day. DOCTOR: Morgus said that Spectrox was the most valuable substance in the universe. I wonder what it can be? PERI: I thought you knew everything. DOCTOR: Ah, not quite. It's going to worry me until I find out what it is. PERI: I don't think you need worry for very long. They seem to be about ready for us. PRESIDENT: Ah. Morgus, I can't thank you enough. MORGUS: My pleasure, Trau President. How much do you take? PRESIDENT: My apothecary recommends point three of a centilitre per day. I've been without for three weeks now and have g*n to feel my age. MORGUS: It is a wonderful restorative. PRESIDENT: The greatest boon ever bestowed on humanity, offering us at least twice normal lifespan. Would you think I was eighty four? MORGUS: Fifty, at the most. PRESIDENT: Quite. That is why this w*r must be brought to a conclusion soon, Morgus, one way or another. MORGUS: There is only one honourable way, sir. Sharaz Jek must be crushed. PRESIDENT: Of course. But our forces are making such poor progress and meanwhile people here are clamouring for supplies of Spectrox to be resumed. It's understandable. MORGUS: That is the razor's edge Jek is holding to our throats, but we cannot accede to criminal blackmail. PRESIDENT: My dear Morgus, I agree entirely, but we are forced to see the matter from different viewpoints. MORGUS: Patriotism is the only viewpoint. PRESIDENT: A businessman's patriotism may differ from that of a politician. I am forced to take account of the mood of the people, and it is becoming ugly. Whereas you need only take account of a balance sheet, which since the market value of Spectrox has risen so astronomically, must look much healthier now than it did at the start of this conflict. MORGUS: My Conglomerate is contributing handsomely towards the cost of operation on Androzani Minor. PRESIDENT: Yes, the Praesidium is duly grateful, but as your Conglomerate owns that planet, it is perhaps no more than might be expected. MORGUS: Trau President, am I to understand the Praesidium is considering ending the w*r, offering Sharaz Jek an armistice? PRESIDENT: Not immediately. However, if the military stalemate continues. The public want their Spectrox, Morgus. MORGUS: Yes? What is it? TIMMIN: The execution, sir. SALATEEN: Are you ready? PRESIDENT: The red cloth? It's disgraceful. MORGUS: It is a military execution, sir. PRESIDENT: In my day we had filthy little swine like that sh*t in the back. The red cloth was for soldiers. CHELLAK: Have you a last declaration? DOCTOR: Nothing special. We're innocent, we've had no trial, we've had no opportunity to defend ourselves. In short, this is a mockery of justice. CHELLAK: Do you have any last declaration? PERI: Just get on with it. CHELLAK: f*ring squad. f*ring position. Take aim. f*re!
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THE CAVES OF ANDROZANI BY: ROBERT HOLMES Part Two Original Air Date: 9 March 1984 Running time: 25:00 CHELLAK: Check w*apon. CHELLAK (on screen): Dismiss. MORGUS: Whatever his defects as a Commander, Chellak certainly brings a certain style to these things, does he not? PRESIDENT: Indeed, though I feel the decision to execute was precipitative. Some useful information might have been extracted from them. MORGUS: They were merely ignorant handlers, Excellency. The stews of the city are full of such unemployed riff-raff. PRESIDENT: Most of them unemployed, Trau Morgus, because you have closed so many plants. It's caused great unrest. MORGUS: Easily settled. Those without valid employment cards will be shipped off to the eastern labour camps. PRESIDENT: Yes, we might make that seem morally justifiable. I'll put your interesting suggestions to the Praesidium tomorrow. MORGUS: Naturally, should any special funding be required? PRESIDENT: Most generous. Of course, the irony is while you've been closing plants here in the west, you've been building them in the east. So if the unemployed were sent to the eastern labour camps, a great many of them would be working for you again, only this time without payment. MORGUS: I hadn't thought of that. PRESIDENT: Of course you hadn't. DOCTOR: Ahem. JEK: Ah, Doctor. And Peri. Welcome, indeed. I've been so looking forward to this meeting. DOCTOR: Sharaz Jek, I presume. JEK: What remains of him. JEK: Sit down. You must be tired. DOCTOR: Thank you. CHELLAK: Androids! But so lifelike. I could have sworn they were human. SALATEEN: Sharaz Jek is improving. CHELLAK: His creatures? Do you think he's using them now for g*n? SALATEEN: He must be, sir. They'd have to pass for real back on Major, that's why CHELLAK: Yes, of course. The man must be a genius in his way. SALATEEN: Shall you inform the Praesidium? CHELLAK: Salateen, how can I? If it ever gets out that I ex*cuted two androids, I'd be the butt of the army. I'd be finished. SALATEEN: It needn't get out, sir. Apart from ourselves, only Ensign Cass is aware of this. CHELLAK: Cass? SALATEEN: He could be sent on a deep penetration mission. Very few return. JEK: Then if you're not from Androzani Major, where are you from? Earth? PERI: Yes. DOCTOR: No. PERI: Er, not exactly. DOCTOR: We travel a lot. JEK: Interesting. We shall have a lot to talk about. I was a doctor myself once, before the study of androids took over my life. DOCTOR: Really. Well of course it would be fascinating to stay and talk, but actually once we've rested, if you could just point us towards the surface? JEK: No, Doctor. You must stay here now. PERI: Stay? For how long? JEK: I shall make you comfortable, and after a few years you'll be quite content living here with me. Quite content. KRELPER: Stotzy? The guys ain't taking no more of this. STOTZ: No more of what? KRELPER: We want paying and we want out. STOTZ: Do you? KRELPER: According to contract. STOTZ: According to contract, huh? The contract says you'll get paid back on Major. KRELPER: A two day job, you said. STOTZ: A two day job, I said, if we was lucky. But we weren't lucky, were we, Krelper, and your luck's run out right now. KRELPER: Hey, take it easy, take it easy. STOTZ: You guys have got one option. You can either stick with me or you can stay here. KRELPER: Hey, cut it out, Stotzy. STOTZ: It's your rotten black heart I'm going to cut out. KRELPER: No! For pity's sake, Stotz. STOTZ: The boss gave me one of these. (a small tablet) Ten seconds, he said. Let's see if it works. KRELPER: Oh no, Stotzy, no! STOTZ: Come on, you slat, bite. Come on, bite! Bite! STOTZ: Next time, it'll be for real. STOTZ: Oh, and in case you lunkheads get any other ideas, there's something I haven't told you. That ship we've got out there on autohold? It won't take an order without a release code. So if you guys want to see Major again, you'd better make pretty certain nothing ever happens to me. DOCTOR: What is the matter? PERI: Cramp. DOCTOR: Try touching your toes. That's it. And again. JEK: Working up an appetite? Salateen is bringing your food shortly. DOCTOR: Salateen? We've not met him yet. Where's he chained up? JEK: Chains are unnecessary, Doctor, as you will discover. PERI: Why are you keeping us here? JEK: Oh, my exquisite child, how could I ever let you go? The sight of beauty is so important to me. JEK: And the stimulus of a mind nearly equal to my own. DOCTOR: Thank you. JEK: I've missed so much of life these last lonely years, but your arrival has changed all that. We shall become the best of companions. DOCTOR: What do you say, Peri? We can go on nature walks, have picnics and jolly evenings round the camp f*re. JEK: Don't mock me, Doctor. Beauty I must have, but you are dispensable. DOCTOR: Thank you. JEK: You have the mouth of a prattling jackanapes but your eyes, they tell a different story. It's of no matter. I shall break you to my will. And if I can't break you, I shall k*ll you, while you, my child, shall live forever. PERI: Nobody lives forever. DOCTOR: He means it will seem like forever. JEK: Spectrox is the key to eternal youth, holding at bay the ravages of time. The flower of your beauty will be as permanent as a precious jewel, untarnished by the passing centuries. DOCTOR: Well, now we know why Spectrox is the most valuable substance in the universe. JEK: And it's mine, all of it! DOCTOR: Until the army take it away from you. JEK: The possibility does not exist. I know every move they make. PERI: Knowing what they're doing and stopping them are two different things. DOCTOR: Exactly. This General is working to a plan. I've seen his operations board. JEK: Then see mine. JEK: The green area is held by the army. DOCTOR: So, they've already sealed you off to the north. JEK: Already? To get that far it has taken Chellak six months and hundreds of casualties. Computing that rate of advance, it will be another five years before I'm seriously thr*at. DOCTOR: Oh, what's five years when you're having a good w*r? JEK: The people of Androzani Major will not wait for their Spectrox. Long before then, they will rise in protest and the Praesidium will be forced to agree to my terms. PERI: What are your terms, Sharaz Jek? JEK: They can have all the Spectrox they want when I have the head of Morgus here at my feet. I want the head of that perfidious, treacherous degenerate brought to me here, congealed in its own evil blood. TIMMIN: Trau Morgus? MORGUS: Yes, what is it? TIMMIN: The Northcawl copper mine, sir. There's been a disaster. I thought you should know. MORGUS: What kind of disaster? TIMMIN: An expl*si*n, sir, early this morning. The mine has been completely destroyed. MORGUS: How sad. However, the loss of Northcawl eliminates our little problem of over-production. The news should also raise the market price of copper. TIMMIN: Undoubtedly, sir. MORGUS: As they used to say on Earth, every cloud has a strontium lining, Krau Timmin. TIMMIN: Yes, indeed. MORGUS: As a mark of respect for one of our late executives, I want every employee to leave his place of work and stand in silence for one minute. TIMMIN: I'll network that order immediately, sir. MORGUS: No, on second thoughts, make that half a minute. TIMMIN: Half a minute? PERI: He's mad, Doctor. Utterly mad. DOCTOR: And a raving egoist. Said my mind was nearly the equal of his. Incredible conceit. PERI: Why do you think he hates Morgus so much? DOCTOR: Not just Morgus, probably one amongst a vast majority. Ah, Salateen. I'd know you anywhere. I'm the Doctor, this is SALATEEN: I know who you are. DOCTOR: Yes, well, I've been looking forward to this meeting. SALATEEN: Why? DOCTOR: Well, fellow prisoners. How long have you been here? SALATEEN: Months. DOCTOR: That's right. You see, you're an old lag, Salateen. You know the ropes. PERI: What is this stuff? SALATEEN: Nutrition. PERI: Does it taste as bad as it looks? SALATEEN: Worse. DOCTOR: And you probably know the best way out of here. DOCTOR: You mean you don't, or you won't tell us. SALATEEN: It's impossible. DOCTOR: Do you detect a certain coolness? PERI: Ice cold. I don't think anybody likes us. SALATEEN: Like you? Now he has you for company, he will k*ll me. DOCTOR: k*ll you? Ow! PERI: Doctor, what's wrong? DOCTOR: Cramp, same as you had. PERI: Hold on, is that better? SALATEEN: You both have cramp? PERI: Yes. SALATEEN: You haven't touched a Spectrox nest, have you? DOCTOR: A Spectrox nest? If you mean a large fuzzy, sticky ball SALATEEN: You have. PERI: What's so funny? SALATEEN: You're dying. DOCTOR: Oh, marvellous sense of humour. Try not to get hysterical. What do you mean, we're dying? SALATEEN: And Sharaz Jek thought he had company for life. Cramp is the second stage. First a rash, then spasms, finally slow paralysis of the thoracic spinal nerve and then TDP. PERI: TDP? SALATEEN: Thermal death point. It's called Spectrox toxaemia. I've seen dozens die from it. DOCTOR: What's the cure? SALATEEN: Oh, there's no cure. Wait till Jek finds out. PERI: He's kidding, isn't he? No, I guess not. SALATEEN: I'm sorry. I don't suppose you see the funny side of it. DOCTOR: What is a Spectrox nest? SALATEEN: Deposits left by the bat colonies. Raw Spectrox contains a chemical similar to mustard nitrogen. It's deadly to humans, so they use the androids to collect the stuff and take it to the refinery. DOCTOR: We haven't seen any bats. SALATEEN: The androids probably destroyed most of them. They spend a chrysalid stage in the nest. Three year life cycle. PERI: There has to be an antidote to this Spectrox toxaemia. I mean, if it's a snake venom effect, there has to be a serum or antitoxin. SALATEEN: There is. It was discovered years ago by Professor Jackij. DOCTOR: Well, don't keep us in suspense. SALATEEN: You need the milk from a queen bat. Trouble is, they've all gone down to the deeps to die, so you can't reach them. PERI: Why not? SALATEEN: Well, for a start, there's no oxygen down there. DOCTOR: What else? You said, for a start. SALATEEN: There's some kind of creature down there. Probably lives in the magma and comes up to the surface to hunt. It's a carnivore. PERI: What's it like, this creature? SALATEEN: Nobody's ever run into one and lived to talk about it. All they ever find are its table leavings. JEK: Yes? STOTZ (OOV.): Jek? Stotz. I want an RV. JEK: Why? You lost the delivery. STOTZ: Jek, your people fouled up, not ours. JEK: I don't pay for undelivered goods. STOTZ (OOV.): Now listen, Jek. If you don't pay for this consignment, we don't come back again ever. Understand? JEK: I can't keep this line open. I'll meet you. Shaft twenty six, yellow level, in one hour. DOCTOR: This delightful process you describe so graphically, how long does it all take? SALATEEN: You're in the second stage now. You'll be d*ad in another two days. DOCTOR: Can't waste any more time here. SALATEEN: Go through that door, Doctor, and you'll be d*ad in two seconds. PERI: Why? SALATEEN: There's an android permanently on guard out there. Jek's androids are programmed to k*ll humans on sight. PERI: We were brought here by two of Jek's androids. SALATEEN: Oh, they can follow orders, but normally all humans without belt plate rank as targets. He even wears one himself. DOCTOR: How do these belt plates work? DOCTOR: Yes, probably they emit some low frequency magna waves or even a neutrino pattern keyed to the android's spectrum length. JEK: Congratulations, Doctor. You're very close. You understand something of android engineering. DOCTOR: Something. JEK: In that case you will appreciate what a masterpiece my facsimile of Salateen is. The perfect android. DOCTOR: Nearly perfect. JEK: Entirely perfect. CHELLAK: What a planet! Very well, set a party to work checking the mud barriers. R-SALATEEN: I took the liberty of ordering that to be done, sir. DOCTOR: What happens now? JEK: Well, I have to negotiate with my arms suppliers. They want full payment in Spectrox. I shall offer them half. DOCTOR: Well, if you have to go to arbitration, I have had some experience. JEK: Your sense of humour will be the death of you, Doctor. Probably quite soon. DOCTOR: Emotional sort of fellow. PERI: Why does he always wear that hood? JEK: You want to know why? You, with your fair skin and features, you want to see the face under here? Do you! JEK: You're wise. Even I can't bear to see or touch myself. I, who was once, once comely, who was always a lover of beauty. And now I have to live in this exile. I have to live amongst androids because androids do not see as we see. DOCTOR: What happened? JEK: Morgus. Why I ever trusted that Fescannine bag of slime. I built an android workforce to collect and refine the Spectrox. We'd agreed to share the profits, but he'd already planned my death. When the mud burst caught without warning, how he must have gloated. But I tricked him. I reached one of the baking chambers and I survived, just. PERI: You were b*rned? JEK: Scalded near to death. The flesh boiled, hanging from the bone, but I lived. I lived so that one day I could revenge myself on that inhuman monster. And I shall. DOCTOR: More of a tennis player than a cricketer. PERI: He didn't say why he blames Morgus. SALATEEN: I've heard the story fifty times. Morgus supplied faulty detection instruments so the mud burst caught Jek by surprise. He didn't have time to get the barriers down. DOCTOR: I see. Well, Peri, I think it's time we were toddling along. PERI: Well, how can we, with an android guard outside? DOCTOR: Well, let's take a look. STOTZ: Jek! JEK: Ah, so there you are, Stotz. I thought that you could make it. STOTZ: Damn you, man. This is the second time you've made me wait for three days, and then you only give me an hour's warning for a meet. JEK: I'm a busy man. STOTZ: Okay, so where's the Spectrox? JEK: In my strongroom. STOTZ: Now listen, Jek. Five kilos was the price we fixed, and five kilos is what we're taking back to Major. JEK: Why should I pay for w*apon I never received? Why should I pay because you blundering idiots let the army take them? STOTZ: You'll pay, Jek, because we took the risk to get them here on time. You'll pay because if you don't, we won't be doing business no more. Not so much as a single b*llet. PERI: Satisfied? DOCTOR: Hmm. The androids are programmed to k*ll humans. Well, my physiology is quite different. The question is, will it know that? PERI: Don't try it, Doctor. DOCTOR: Sorry, Peri, no alternative. Just keep back. SALATEEN: What does he mean, he's not human? PERI: Shush. DOCTOR: Hello. DOCTOR: What a clever little android you are. Now, we'll just cut your solenoids. DOCTOR: Won't hurt a bit. DOCTOR: It's all right, you can come out now. PERI: Oh, Doctor. For a minute there I thought DOCTOR: Yes, well, never mind. It's all over now. Ah, what have we here? This might be useful if we come across any more androids. SALATEEN: Where are you going? DOCTOR: To find the queen bat. SALATEEN: I told you, there's no oxygen down there. DOCTOR: We'll collect some oxygenators from the TARDIS. Come along. JEK: Two kilos, Stotz. STOTZ: Five. JEK: It seems we're unable to reach an agreement. Try somewhere else for your Spectrox. STOTZ: Oh, come on, Jek. Be reasonable. JEK: Two kilos is very reasonable. STOTZ: You're sitting on tons of the stuff. JEK: And I know what it fetches per ounce. That's why your thr*at to cut off my arms supply carries no weight. I can obtain w*apon anywhere. STOTZ: The boss isn't going to like this. JEK: That is your problem, Stotz. STOTZ: Okay, so where's the two kilos? JEK: I'll bring it. Wait here. STOTZ: Be quick. I've got to call the ship down before sunrise. JEK: Twenty minutes. KRELPER: Oh, you really screwed him down, eh? Two kilos. What a deal. STOTZ: Don't you try and get smart with me again, Krelper. One thing I do know, that Spectrox is stored somewhere within ten minutes from here. KRELPER: Yeah. STOTZ: Yeah, Krelper. Tons and tons of Spectrox, just waiting for guys like us to help ourselves, eh? KRELPER: We'd have to blow Jek and his dummies first. STOTZ: We've got these protective belt buckles, haven't we. I think Sharaz Jek has fouled up in a big way this time. DOCTOR: First of all, we need to find our way to the TARDIS. PERI: Doctor, look out! PERI: Doctor! PERI: Let me go! DOCTOR: Peri? Peri, where are you? Peri! Salateen! Peri! Peri! JEK: She has been taken from me! KRELPER: I reckon we've lost him. STOTZ: No, he went this way. KRELPER: No, he wouldn't have come down this deep. STOTZ: Come on, help us find him.
{"type": "series", "show": "Doctor Who", "episode": "21x18 - The Caves of Androzani - part 2"}
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THE CAVES OF ANDROZANI BY: ROBERT HOLMES Part Three Original Air Date: 15 March 1984 Running time: 24:36 CHELLAK: Salateen, what in thunder? SALATEEN: I'll explain later, General. One escaped prisoner, sir. CHELLAK: The android? SALATEEN: She's real enough. Android's legs don't blister. Sharaz Jek smuggled in copies of this girl and her friend, the Doctor, and I'm afraid, sir, that he also copied me. CHELLAK: Copied you? SALATEEN: I've been held prisoner at his camp for months now, sir, and what you thought was me is in fact an android, a spy for Sharaz Jek. CHELLAK: You mean I've had an android as my ADC without knowing it? SALATEEN: When he made that copy of me, sir, it was like looking into a mirror. He's incredibly clever. CHELLAK: What a blind fool I've been. JEK: So, you thought to follow me. I expected that you would, and now you've learned the price of your curiosity. STOTZ: Is that think back there one of your pets? JEK: The Magma creatures never ascend above Blue level, and they have, in any case, no taste for my androids, only flesh and blood. KRELPER: You tricked us into that! JEK: No, you were led by your own cupidity. Greed, heedless of caution, lures many a man to his death. JEK: Whoever you are, come out. Doctor! I hadn't expected to see you again so soon. DOCTOR: Life often springs these little surprises. SALATEEN: The android has a cortex with over five million responses programmed in. Jek boasts about it as his finest creation. CHELLAK: So Jek has known every move, every plan we've made for months now. SALATEEN: Within seconds, sir. The android is linked to his main computer. CHELLAK: We'll soon put a stop to that. (into comm.) Major Salateen! SALATEEN: There is a better way, sir. CHELLAK: What? SALATEEN: I thought of it on the way back. R-SALATEEN (OOV.): Salateen here, sir. You called me? CHELLAK: It's all right, Major. I've found what I wanted. R-SALATEEN (OOV.): Very good, sir. CHELLAK: You said there was a better way? SALATEEN: Disinformation. CHELLAK: Using the android. SALATEEN: So long as Jek doesn't discover I've made it back here, he'll believe everything the android relays him to the terminal. CHELLAK: You're a wily fellow, Salateen, I've always said so. But how will that help? SALATEEN: We can make him think we're moving in one direction when in fact we'll be moving in on his base. I know the way to it. CHELLAK: I like that idea. It means you and the girl will have to stay out of sight, of course. You can use my private quarters. JEK: How is it that you were able to walk past my androids? DOCTOR: I don't know. Maybe they just liked my face? JEK: Well? Take your Spectrox. STOTZ: The suppliers aren't going to like this, Jek. JEK: Tell them if they will supply gas w*apon as agreed, and deliver them safely, I will pay eight kilos for the next shipment. JEK: When I ask a question, I do not expect flippancy. Where's the girl? Where's Peri? DOCTOR: I wish I knew. JEK: Take him. JEK: Tear his arms out slowly. You know the power an android can exert, Doctor. After your arms, they will remove your legs. Now, where's the girl? DOCTOR: I don't know. We got into a sh**t with one of your androids and then she disappeared. JEK: You can't protect her. I shall tear the truth out of you. DOCTOR: I think she's with Salateen. JEK: Salateen? In that case they've probably reached the army camp. Release him. DOCTOR: If they have, it's round two to the army, I'd say. JEK: You know nothing. I must get the girl back, I must. STOTZ: Jek, what about him. JEK: He's no further use to me now. STOTZ: I'd like to take him back to Major. I think the boss might want to question him. JEK: Why? STOTZ: We think he's a spy. I mean, why else should he be snooping around? JEK: He told me he was, it's no matter who he is. Take him. I must find the girl. STOTZ: When we get back to Major, you're going to wish those androids had finished the job. You'll be worked over by experts there. PERI: What SALATEEN: Shush. CHELLAK: No further orders, Major. CHELLAK: I said, there are no further orders, Major. R-SALATEEN: Very good, sir. CHELLAK: Was there anything else? R-SALATEEN: The magma pressure is still increasing, sir. CHELLAK: Yes, well, it's been high before and nothing happened. I'm sure if there's a mud burst on the way the engineers will give us ample warning. R-SALATEEN: There will be time to get the barriers down, but a sudden burst could wipe out our forward patrols. CHELLAK: Well, that's a calculated risk. We can't suspend operations because some time in the next month there might be a mud burst. R-SALATEEN: No, sir. CHELLAK: Very well. Carry on, Major. CHELLAK: That android suspects something. SALATEEN: They can detect human body heat even through a wall. CHELLAK: I'll have to get it off the base, it's the only thing for it. How are you doing now? PERI: Pretty awful, not that you care. CHELLAK: I don't think she's any use to us. SALATEEN: I'll give her another injection in an hour. She'll make it. PERI: You're all heart, you two. CHELLAK: If you weren't dying, I'd have you sh*t anyway. You may not have been g*n, but treating with the enemy is punishable by death. PERI: Treating with the enemy? CHELLAK: Sharaz Jek went to great lengths to save you and your friend the Doctor from execution. He didn't do that out of kindness. PERI: Look, the Doctor and I were just as much Sharaz Jek's prisoners as he was, and if it hadn't been for the Doctor, we'd all still be there. SALATEEN: That is actually true, sir. CHELLAK: Yes, well, it's academic now, anyway. I just want her fit enough to guide the first as*ault. PERI: Some hope, the way I feel. STOTZ: Come on, keep moving, you. DOCTOR: What's that? STOTZ: My ship, right on time, so hurry it up. DOCTOR: My legs are going numb. I suppose that's stage three. STOTZ: Stage three of what? DOCTOR: I believe it's called Spectrox toxaemia. STOTZ: You've been messing around with raw Spectrox? DOCTOR: Yes. KRELPER: Come on! DOCTOR: Why don't you leave me here to die? STOTZ: You'll last long enough for questioning. Take his arm, Krelper. We'll be at the ship in three minutes. KRELPER: Come on. CHELLAK: How does it work? SALATEEN: Apparently it emits some low frequency signal that the androids recognise as friendly. CHELLAK: Seems simple enough. If our artificers could knock up a couple of hundred of these SALATEEN: That's what I thought, sir. CHELLAK: Yes, well, we'll attend to that just as soon as I've got that android off the base. SALATEEN: How do you intend to do that? CHELLAK: Send it on a fools errand well out of the way. SALATEEN: Anything you tell the android will be known to Jek within seconds. It will have to sound convincing or he'll get suspicious. CHELLAK: Yes, I realise that. SALATEEN: You could reinforce it, perhaps, by putting a call through to Trau Morgus. CHELLAK: Morgus? SALATEEN: If you tell Morgus that you've located Jek's headquarters and give him a set of bogus coordinates. CHELLAK: Yes, then we circle around and catch the beggar napping. That's very good, Salateen. SALATEEN: Well, I think Jek will automatically believe anything he hears you discussing with Morgus. He has a tap on the interplanetary vid. He can pick up all the transmissions between here and Major. CHELLAK: How long has he been intercepting our vid transmissions? SALATEEN: I think the android put the tap in, sir. CHELLAK: It's little wonder this campaign has got nowhere. Jek has had advanced warning of every operation we've planned. SALATEEN: You'll catch him cold this time, though. CHELLAK: I think so, Salateen. And before he's ex*cuted, I'll see that evil renegade is dragged in chains through every city on Major. STOTZ: Height? KRELPER: One twenty metres. STOTZ: Lock on course. KRELPER: Course set. MAN: Lock on. STOTZ: Okay, close the jumps. KRELPER: Closing jumps. Androzani Major, here we come. STOTZ: You lads go and get some rest. KRELPER: Well, I reckon we deserve that. STOTZ: I'll just tell the boss we're on our way. DOCTOR: Are you afraid of intruders? STOTZ: When I talk to the boss, it's got to be just the two of us. That's the way he likes it. DOCTOR: Something wrong with his face, or mine? MORGUS (on monitor): You're late, Stotz. STOTZ (on screen): We ran into some trouble, sir. The army intercepted the consignment. MORGUS: I know that, but the w*apon were untraceable. STOTZ (on screen): I made doubly sure. Anyway, we att*cked them and wiped them out. But then we had trouble with Sharaz Jek. MORGUS: He refused payment, I suppose. STOTZ (on screen): Two kilos instead of five. MORGUS: It should have been four, at least. STOTZ (on screen): I forced him to agree more for the next delivery, sir. He's desperate for those gas w*apon, so I said eight kilos or no deal. MORGUS (on monitor): Eight? Did he agree? STOTZ: Oh, of course. He could see I meant business. And another thing. STOTZ (on screen): I think I've got a fix on where that Spectrox is stored. MORGUS: Ah, that information be very valuable. Who is that? STOTZ (on screen): Government snoop, sir. MORGUS: Take off the blindfold. DOCTOR (on screen): Ah, I thought I recognised the voice. MORGUS: Something is happening I don't quite understand. STOTZ (on screen): He calls himself the Doctor, sir. MORGUS: I know that, Stotz. Be quiet. I need time to think. MORGUS: The execution was a hoax. The General is obtuse, but he is a loyal Government servant. He would not have deceived me unless, unless his orders came from a higher authority. MORGUS: Who's your employer, Doctor? Who are you acting for? DOCTOR (on screen): I'm not acting for anyone. I was just passing through. I happened to get mixed up in this pathetic little local w*r. MORGUS: I am the richest man in the whole of the five planets. You tell me the truth and I will reward you beyond your wildest dreams. DOCTOR (on screen): I am telling the truth. I keep telling the truth. Why is it no one believes me? STOTZ (on screen): He's a Government snoop, sir. Stick a few electrodes in him, he'll soon talk. MORGUS: If he'd been sent by the Government, I'd know. My people on the Praesidium would have told me. No, somebody in a very high position told Chellak to fake the execution. DOCTOR (on screen): How do you know it was faked? Maybe they were just bad sh*ts. MORGUS: It could only have been the President. Something must have aroused his suspicion. Stotz, I want you to lock your ship in geostationary orbit, and I don't want you back here until I've had time to consider the implications of this. STOTZ (OOV.): Geostationary orbit! If it wasn't for you we'd be well on our way home. STOTZ: I should have wiped you out the minute I first saw you. CHELLAK: Ah, Salateen. I have a treat for you. It's some time since you've been out on field operations, isn't it? R-SALATEEN: Yes, sir. CHELLAK: I know how bored an officer of your temperament gets with HQ duties. Now, as you know, we've had a satellite monitoring radio signals here for some time. We've now located a transmitter, must belong to the rebels, just here. Make a note of the coordinates. R-SALATEEN: That's several miles, sir, and bad narrows all the way. CHELLAK: Probably the reason Jek chose it. Anyway, I'm sure it's his main base. Take a small team, good men, do a quiet recce. As soon as I receive confirmation, I'll follow up in force. All right? R-SALATEEN: Of course, sir. R-SALATEEN: Keep the men moving, Sergeant. I'll catch you up. JEK: Chellak is sending you north. He's trying to deceive me as to his intentions. R-SALATEEN: Yes, master. JEK: Have you seen the girl? R-SALATEEN: Chellak has her hidden in his private quarters. And Major Salateen. JEK: But now that you are out of the camp, Salateen will be free to move about. Excellent. The girl will be alone. MORGUS: Yes, General, what is it? CHELLAK (on screen): Good news, Trau Morgus. Our radio satellite has pinpointed Sharaz Jek's base. MORGUS: Are you certain? CHELLAK (on screen): I'm mobilising to att*ck now. In approximately six hours, we'll be in a position for a full-scale as*ault. MORGUS: If you know where Jek's base is, why wait six hours? CHELLAK (on screen): There are many difficult narrows to traverse. It'll take that time to assemble our men. MORGUS: Have you informed the President? CHELLAK (on screen): Not yet. I believe his Excellency is at a meeting of the Praesidium. MORGUS: Yes, he is. I'm seeing him myself after the meeting. I will tell him the good news. Thank you for reporting, General. CHELLAK (on screen): Thank you, sir. JEK: You must come with me. DOCTOR: Autohold, off. That's it. Now, vertical descent pattern. PRESIDENT: An attempt to assassinate me? Who told you this, Morgus? MORGUS: A man in my position, I have sources all over the world. It is of course only a whisper, but I think it would be wise to act with caution. PRESIDENT: Yes, indeed. You've no idea who the miscreants are? MORGUS: Not at the moment, Excellency, but I'm hoping to have more information soon. PRESIDENT: I must strengthen my bodyguard. MORGUS: I would take other precautions, sir. Vary your routine, stop announcing forthcoming engagements. In fact, for the time being, it might be well for you to cancel all public appearances. PRESIDENT: Yes. Yes, that might seem prudent in the circumstances. MORGUS: I'll have your floater brought round to the side entrance. You may leave the building by my private lift. PRESIDENT: Thank you, Morgus. I cannot say how much I appreciate this. MORGUS: Your Excellency's safety is my sole concern. TIMMIN: Sir? MORGUS: Krau Timmin, the most appalling thing has happened. His Excellency TIMMIN: Not the President? MORGUS: Yes, it was all over in a second. I had no time to stop him. This is a tragic loss to the world. TIMMIN: It's dreadful, sir. And that it should have happened in this building. MORGUS: Yes, yes, I am deeply distressed, Krau Timmin. TIMMIN: Naturally you must be, sir. MORGUS: Still, it could have been worse. TIMMIN: In what way, Trau Morgus? MORGUS: It could have been me. You had better tell the members of the Praesidium the sad news. TIMMIN: Yes, sir. MORGUS: In the absence of the President, I am myself flying off immediately to Androzani Minor on a peace mission. TIMMIN: Peace mission, sir? MORGUS: Yes. As Chairman of the Conglomerate, I will negotiate with Sharaz Jek to try to end this horrible carnage. TIMMIN: The world will be for ever in your debt, Krau Morgus. MORGUS: Yes, quite so. Have my private jet ready in ten minutes. TIMMIN: Yes, sir. MORGUS: Oh, and Krau Timmin? Have the lift maintenance engineer sh*t. JEK: Good. Return to your positions. JEK: Drink this. You'll feel better. PERI: Back again? JEK: I'm sorry it was necessary to drug you. The aftereffects will soon pass. PERI: Have you seen the Doctor? JEK: The Doctor? Yes, he's gone to Androzani Major. PERI: What? I don't believe you. JEK: You'll soon forget him, Peri. PERI: But he wouldn't leave me here. He wouldn't. JEK: He had no choice. Some people I do business with decided to take him with them. PERI: Why? JEK: They believed he was spying for the Government. PERI: That's ridiculous. JEK: These petty criminals are invariably paranoid, their twisted little minds infested with distrust and suspicion. PERI: You didn't have to let them take him. You could have stopped them. JEK: To think that I, Sharaz Jek, who once mixed with the highest in the land, am now dependent on the very dregs of society, the base perverted scum who contaminate everything they touch. And it is Morgus who's brought me to this! Morgus destroyed my life! Do you think I'm mad? PERI: No. JEK: I am mad. Do I frighten you? PERI: N-no. JEK: You're so important to me. I've lived so long in these caves, alone, like an animal. Now I can feast my eyes on your delicacy. I can forget the pain and blackness in my mind. It's all in the past. We could think of the future. PERI: What future? CHELLAK: She's gone! SALATEEN: She must have been stronger than I thought. CHELLAK: Well, she can't get far, can she? We'll pick her up again, unless she dies first. PERI: You know the army are planning to att*ck? JEK: I know. PERI: But your androids won't f*re back because the soldiers will be wearing belt plates. JEK: The belt plates are emitting a signal on eighty beta-cycles. I've changes the recognition code to fifty beta-cycles. General Chellak, my dear, is in for a shock. STOTZ (OOV.): Doctor, unlock this door! What are you doing in there? STOTZ: Are you going to open this door or not? DOCTOR: Ah, Stotzy, have you had a good rest? STOTZ (OOV.): Damn you, Doctor, open this door! DOCTOR: Sorry, seems to be locked. STOTZ: Krelper, go and get the cutting gear. Now listen, Doctor. STOTZ (OOV.): Be reasonable. This won't do you any good. DOCTOR: Stotzy, we'll be touching down in a couple of minutes, or more likely crashing down. You see, I'm a bit out of practice with manual landings, so if I were you, I'd find something firm to hang on to! STOTZ: I'll m*rder you when I get in there, Doctor! STOTZ (OOV.): That'll do. STOTZ: All right, snoop. Hands in the air and over here. DOCTOR: Why? STOTZ: Because I'll k*ll you if you don't. DOCTOR: Not a very persuasive argument actually, Stotz, because I'm going to die soon anyway. Unless, of course STOTZ: I'll give you to a count of three. DOCTOR: Unless, of course, I can find the antidote. I owe it to my friend to try because I got her into this. So you see, I'm not going to let you stop me now!
{"type": "series", "show": "Doctor Who", "episode": "21x19 - The Caves of Androzani - part 3"}
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THE CAVES OF ANDROZANI BY: ROBERT HOLMES Part Four Original Air Date: 16 March 1984 Running time: 25:37 STOTZ: After him! MAN (OOV.): Over this way! He went down that ridge! KRELPER: Come on, get after him! MORGUS (OOV.): Stotz, why have you disobeyed my orders? STOTZ (OOV.): I'm sorry, sir. MORGUS (OOV.): I told you to stay in orbit. STOTZ: The Doctor tricked us. Somehow he got control of the ship. MORGUS (OOV.): I don't want excuses. MORGUS (OOV.): I'm on my way to join you. Put out a homing beacon. STOTZ: Coming here? MORGUS (on monitor): Yes. My plans may have to change drastically. I'm in beta-drive, so expect me shortly. STOTZ: Something's wrong. CHELLAK: Trouble, Major? SALATEEN: Not sure of the route here, sir. I thought I'd memorised it. CHELLAK: Just take your time. SALATEEN: I remember this cave well enough. The vaulted roof and those pillars. Yes, we're only a few minutes away from Jek's headquarters now. CHELLAK: Safety catches off. TROOPER: Right, sir. SALATEEN: Problem is, I was coming out of those tunnels, one of them, trying to keep one eye on the girl. CHELLAK: I think we came this way when we first landed. There's a ventilation shaft on the left that runs through to the old refinery. The rest is unknown territory. We haven't surveyed this level yet. SALATEEN: I'm fairly sure it's that opening there on the left. CHELLAK: You go forward and recce. I'll call Red Force to get them to hold their advance. I don't want them leap-frogging us. SALATEEN: We'll go left, sir. I remember dragging the girl over that rockfall. CHELLAK: Very good, Major. Carry on. SALATEEN: Come on, keep moving. It won't f*re at the belt plate. CHELLAK: Forward! KRELPER: Come on, come on. Keep up, keep up! KRELPER: It's all over, Doctor. DOCTOR: Sorry, Peri. I can't make it. KRELPER: Mud burst! Let's get back to the ship! DOCTOR: Not enough time. CHELLAK: Chellak to Red Force. Do you receive me, over? Our support group must have h*t trouble. TROOPER: There's a mud burst coming, sir! CHELLAK: There's no time to go back. CHELLAK: Follow me! JAK: Chellak has too many troops. The androids are being overrun. Numbers four and nine, fall back to final defence posts. Four! Number four! DOCTOR: Oxygen. No time. I must find Peri. PERI: What was that? JEK: It's the start of a mud burst. You'll be safe here. PERI: Oh. I thought it was the General bringing up his a*tillery. JEK: I have to see if any of the androids can be repaired. We need to hold Chellak back just a little longer. JEK: The mud burst will sweep them away. CHELLAK: All right, Jek, the w*r's over. Will you surrender? JEK: Never! KRELPER: Mud burst! Quick, it's started. Let's get out of here! STOTZ: What about the Doctor? KRELPER: Oh, we lost him. MORGUS: Lost him? Why are you staring at me? Perhaps you think you recognise me? KRELPER: No, sir. STOTZ: Even if he does, Krelper won't say anything. MORGUS: It wouldn't be wise. Stotz, I want to speak to you. Alone. STOTZ: You two, out. KRELPER: Come on. MORGUS: Well, Stotz, no doubt you're wondering why I'm here. STOTZ: Hey, you're the boss. MORGUS: Yes, well, there's a possibility, I wouldn't put it any stronger than that, that my part in all this has been discovered. STOTZ: You mean the g*n running and collecting? MORGUS: Exactly. But my conscience is clear. I had to keep the supply of Spectrox flowing, and if I hadn't provided Jek with the arms, he would have found some other source. But the Praesidium will find my actions treasonable. STOTZ: Yeah, well, I guess they'd execute us all if they could catch us. MORGUS: Yes. Well, I have a contingency plan. There's a possibility that my part in all this was suspected only by the President. That's why he sent the Doctor here. But the President is d*ad, and if he shared his suspicions with anyone else, I shall know within a few hours. In which case, I shall not be able to return to Androzani Major. I have a considerable private fortune invested in other planets in the Sirius system, but before I go I want to take with me Jek's private hoard of Spectrox. That is the key to unlimited power. STOTZ: (laughs) Jek isn't going to let that go easily. MORGUS: Yes, but you know where it is. STOTZ: Well, sort of. It must be close to cave twenty six on yellow level. MORGUS: Stotz, before I left, Major was informed the army intended to att*ck Jek's headquarters in strength, tonight. Now, while he's fighting the army, we could locate the Spectrox store. What do you think? STOTZ: Maybe. Yellow level isn't too deep. But what about these mud bursts? MORGUS: If we go into the cave rigs after the first one we could be back here before the major expl*si*n, as long as we don't waste time trying to locate the Spectrox store. STOTZ: Yes, well, that's the point. We don't know exactly where Jek has stored it. MORGUS: I'm relying on you, Stotz. What about the others? STOTZ: They'll want their cut. MORGUS: Yes. Well, if they can carry fifty kilos each, that's a hundred to share between us. STOTZ: You mean, us? JEK: The mud! CHELLAK: Jek! Jek! JEK: Nothing can hurt you now. MORGUS: Ah, Krau Timmin. I would like you. Are you sitting at my desk? TIMMIN (on monitor): Yes, this call is on the secret line. I'm endeavouring to maintain your traditions. MORGUS: Krau Timmin, I don't like your tone. TIMMIN (on monitor): I wish that was all I didn't like about you. MORGUS: How dare you speak to me like that. I'll have you punished for this insolence. TIMMIN (on monitor): I don't think so, Morgus. You're finished. MORGUS: What do you mean? TIMMIN (on monitor): Washed up, Morgus. Kaput. The Praesidium has issued warrants for your arrest on seventeen counts, ranging from the m*rder of the President, to treason, grant fraud, embezzlement. Oh, and that little business at the Northcawl copper mine. They know about that. MORGUS: Falsehoods, fabrications, malicious lies. They can't possibly have any proof. TIMMIN (on monitor): It's all fully documented. They have an excellent witness. MORGUS: Impossible. Who is this foul slanderer? TIMMIN (on monitor): Me. TIMMIN (on monitor): Does that surprise you, Morgus? Do you think I didn't know what was going on here? MORGUS: You betrayed me after all these years? TIMMIN (on monitor): Think of it this way, Morgus. I deposed you. I am now Chairman and Chief Director of the Sirius Conglomerate. Oh, and incidentally, the Government have also sequestered all your private assets, including those secret funds you'd salted away on the outer planets. Goodbye, Morgus. MORGUS: I'm not beaten yet. There's still the Spectrox. There's four of us, that's enough to handle Jek. Now, pick up your g*n. Let's go. Did you hear what I said? I said, let's go. KRELPER: We ain't going anywhere, except back to Major. MORGUS: I paid you well for those trips. Now do as I say. KRELPER: The way we see it, we already got two kilos. That's enough for us. MORGUS: Two kilos. Jek's got tons of it stored away. KRELPER: Yeah, well, we ain't getting our heads blown off by Jek's dummies, or boiled in that mud. Not for twenty tons, we ain't. MORGUS: You cowardly, miserable curs. What about you, Stotz? Are you staying here with this gutter trash? STOTZ: Yeah, I'll go with you, Morgus. I have a few old scores to settle with Sharaz Jek. Bye, Krelper. MORGUS: Stotz, you lead. You know the way. STOTZ: Sure. But before we go any further, Morgus, let's get a couple of things straight. MORGUS: What kind of things? STOTZ: Well, an hour ago you were the boss. Now that's all changed. You're the same as me, just a man with a g*n. MORGUS: I the same as you? I am Morgus. I'm descended from the first colonists. STOTZ: You're also wanted for m*rder and treason. You're on the run, Morgus. MORGUS: And you are wasting time, Stotz. STOTZ: You want me to help you, right? Well, if we do happen to come out of this place with any Spectrox, there's going to be none of that four parts for you and one part for me stuff. This time we split right down the middle, okay? MORGUS: Of course. Now, lead the way. JEK: She's so beautiful, so very beautiful. So beautiful, so beautiful. DOCTOR: Jek, how is she? JEK: She's dying, Doctor. She has Spectrox toxaemia. DOCTOR: I know. PERI: Celery soup. DOCTOR: Come on, Peri. PERI: Hello, Doctor. DOCTOR: That's more like it. PERI: Goodbye, Doctor. DOCTOR: No, no, Peri, don't give up. You mustn't give up! JEK: What was that? DOCTOR: Celery. It's a powerful restorative where I come from. Unfortunately, the human olfactory system is comparatively feeble. Jek, you know this cure Professor Jackij discovered? JEK: The milk of the queen bat? Of course, but the dormant queens cannot be reached. There's little oxygen in those levels. DOCTOR: It's her only chance. Jek, do you know where the queen bats are? JEK: Of course. When I first came here, my androids surveyed and mapped the whole system. If only Salateen were here, I could send him down and possible save her life. DOCTOR: I'm going down. Now, show me the route. JEK: It's here, two hundred metres down, but you'll collapse before you get there. DOCTOR: I can store oxygen for several minutes, Jek. Now, you must do everything you can to keep her temperature down until I get back. JEK: Doctor, wait! I have just one oxygen cylinder left. I used it when I went into the baking chambers of the refinery. It will run out in minutes, but it might help. DOCTOR: Thank you. STOTZ: This is cave twenty six, yellow level, where we first met Jek. Down! Looks like the army got here first. MORGUS: I didn't hear any f*ring. STOTZ: Reckon the f*ring's over. MORGUS: Where to now? STOTZ: Down to blue level. STOTZ: From there it's anyone's guess. That's where Jek came from, so let's go. DOCTOR: It's not your lucky day, either. STOTZ: Come on, Morgus. Move it! That main burst can't be too far away. MORGUS: Listen, what is that? STOTZ: Sounds like a motor. This way. JEK (OOV.): She's dying, Doctor. She's dying, Doctor. She's dying, Doctor. JEK: Peri, can you hear me? MORGUS: Jek, where's the Spectrox? JEK: Morgus. MORGUS: You take one more step and we sh**t. JEK: Do you think b*ll*ts could stop me now? You stinking offal, Morgus! JEK: Look at me! Look at me. JEK: Salateen, hold me. DOCTOR: Peri? Peri, can you hear me? Open your mouth. You must drink this. DOCTOR: Is this death? PERI: Doctor, what's happened? DOCTOR: Peri, I see Professor Jackij knew his stuff. Good old Jackij. PERI: Jackij? You got the bat's milk? DOCTOR: Contains an anti-vesicant, I imagine. Interesting. PERI: Where is it? DOCTOR: What? PERI: The bat's milk! DOCTOR: Finished. Only enough for you. PERI: There must be something I can do. Tell me! DOCTOR: Too late, Peri. Going soon. Time to say goodbye. PERI: Don't give up. You can't leave me now! DOCTOR: I might regenerate. I don't know. DOCTOR: Feels different this time. TEGAN: What was it you always told me, Doctor? Brave heart? You'll survive, Doctor. TURLOUGH: You must survive. Too many of your enemies will delight in your death, Doctor. KAMELION: Turlough speaks the truth, Doctor. NYSSA: You're needed. You mustn't die, Doctor. TURLOUGH: Too many enemies would be delighted. ADRIC: You know that, Doctor. NYSSA: You mustn't die, Doctor. ADRIC: You know that, Doctor. DOCTOR: Adric? NYSSA: You mustn't die, Doctor. MASTER: No, my dear Doctor, you must die! Die, Doctor! Die, Doctor. Bwahahahahahaha! PERI: Doctor? DOCTOR: You're expecting someone else? PERI: I, I, I. DOCTOR: That's three I's in one breath. Makes you sound a rather egotistical young lady. PERI: What's happened? DOCTOR: Change, my dear. And it seems not a moment too soon.
{"type": "series", "show": "Doctor Who", "episode": "21x20 - The Caves of Androzani - part 4"}
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THE TWIN DILEMMA BY: ANTHONY STEVEN Part One Original Air Date: 22 March 1984 Running time: 24:42 (Romulus and Remus are playing a game. Prof Sylvest walks in and looks at them. Everything is very colourful.) ROMULUS: Where's mother? PROFESSOR SYLVEST: Uh, she's busy. REMUS: Does that mean she isn't talking to us? PROFESSOR SYLVEST: No, she's just busy. TWINS: We would like to see her. PROFESSOR SYLVEST: She isn't here. ROMULUS: She's gone out without saying goodbye? PROFESSOR SYLVEST: Well. Yes. ROMULUS: I suppose you’re going out as well. PROFESSOR SYLVEST: In a few minutes. REMUS Abandoned again. ROMULUS: You we forgive, father. But not mother. PROFESSOR SYLVEST: Look, Romulus, I wish you would be kinder to your mother. You too, Remus. TWINS: Why? PROFESSOR SYLVEST She is your mother. REMUS: Because mother happened to give birth to us, does that automatically grant her a place in our affections? PROFESSOR SYLVEST: Yes, yes of course. ROMULUS: Respect must be earned, father. Mother's a fool. You know that. REMUS: Do you now wish us to respect fools? You've always said the contrary. PROFESSOR SYLVEST: Your mother is who she is whether you think her a fool or not. That's no excuse for poor manners and lack of concern. ROMULUS: As you wish, father. (There is a bit of a pause here. Sylvest does something.) PROFESSOR SYLVEST: I gather there's something you wanted to talk to me about. REMUS: Not talk to you, tell you. We're going to play equations. PROFESSOR SYLVEST: Oh no. ROMULUS: You know I sometimes think you're actually scared of us. PROFESSOR SYLVEST: I worry, Romulus. I honestly believe that neither of you has the faintest idea of your real powers. Your mathematical skill can change events on a massive scale, don't you realise that? REMUS: Oh, don’t be so melodramatic father. ROMULUS: Sometimes you sound just like mother. REMUS: So why don't you stop worrying? Buzz off and enjoy your evening out. ROMULUS: We'll still be here when you get back. REMUS: And so will the universe. (In the TARDIS.) DOCTOR: Well, Peri. What do you think? Hm? PERI: It's terrible. DOCTOR: Oh, never mind about the clothes, they're easily changed. What about me? PERI: I meant you. DOCTOR: Sorry, I'm afraid I don’t understand. PERI: Neither do I. People don't change like that. I mean, physically, just in a flash. DOCTOR: I'm not people, Peri. I happen to be me. PERI: But why? DOCTOR: Natural metamorphosis. A form of rebirth. I call it a renewal. And this time, a positive triumph. I can sense it in every fiber of my being. PERI: Have you the faintest idea what you look like? DOCTOR: My outward appearance is of no importance whatsoever. PERI: Well it is to me. I have to live with it. Here. Look at yourself. DOCTOR: Hm, very well, if you insist. PERI: What do you see? DOCTOR: Ah. A noble brow. Clear gaze. At least it will be given a few hours sleep. A firm mouth, a face beaming with a vast intelligence. My dear child, what on earth are you complaining about? DOCTOR: It's the most extraordinary improvement. PERI: On what? DOCTOR: My last incarnation. I was never happy with that one. PERI: Whyever not? DOCTOR: It had a certain feckless charm, which simply wasn't me. PERI: What absolute rubbish. You were almost young, I really liked you. And you were sweet. DOCTOR: Sweet? Effete. Sweet? Sweet. Sweet, oh that says it all. Oh, but this has been a timely change. Change... no change.. there is no change. No rhyme, no time, no place no space nothing. Nothing but the grinding engines of the universe, the crushing boredom of eternity... hahahahahaahaaaaa! (The twins are playing Battleship on their Commodore 64. Back in the TARDIS.) DOCTOR: Hm? No. Ah. PERI: Are you sure you're all right? DOCTOR: My dear child, stop worrying. Try to understand. Regeneration in my case is a swift but volcanic experience, a kind of violent biological eruption in which the body cells are displaced, changed, renewed and rearranged. There are bound to be side effects. PERI: It it won't happen again? DOCTOR: Hm? Oh. It may indeed. But each time with diminishing effect. You have nothing to fear. PERI: Next time I'm not gonna look. DOCTOR: If you find it upsetting, that would be the most sensible thing to do. Ah! Haha. (The twins continue smiling, Edgeworth appears.) REMUS: Fantastic. ROMULUS: What a super trick. AZMAEL: Oh, I wouldn't impose upon you for a moment. It's no more than a simple illusion. REMUS: Oh, we know that. ROMULUS: We've seen it before in the theater. REMUS: You did it jolly well. AZMAEL: Thank you. Your own talents are vastly superior. Amazing, quite amazing. A symphony in higher mathemetics. ROMULUS: It just so happens we had a good evening. Who are you by the way? AZMAEL: Professor Edgeworth. ROMULUS: Never heard of you. AZMAEL: No reason why you should? REMUS: What do you want? AZMAEL: I came to pay my respects to your father, the professor, a man of great distinction. ROMULUS: A bit late for social calls. AZMAEL: Yes I must apologize. I've come a long way. TWINS: How did you get in here? AZMAEL: How does one enter a dwelling? ROMULUS: Nobody's allowed in when our parents are away. AZMAEL: Oh come now, do I look as though I'd do you any harm? ROMULUS: Beside the point. You oughtn't be here. AZMAEL: Well, then I shall leave. When do you expect your parents back? TWINS: We don't know. AZMAEL: Tell your father I'll call him. TWINS: All right. AZMAEL: Goodbye, Remus. It's been a privilege and a pleasure. Goodbye Romulus, our paths are bound to cross again. Show me your hands. What are your names? ROMULUS: I am Romulus. REMUS: I am Remus. AZMAEL: What is this place? TWINS: We do not know. AZMAEL: Good. Excellent. Come. Hold on to my sleeve. (They disappear.) (Back in the TARDIS. Doc checking out his coat. Puts on cat pin to bad music cue.) PERI: You're not serious. DOCTOR: I'm always serious. PERI: You can't go out dressed like that. DOCTOR: Why ever not? PERI: You look dreadful. DOCTOR: My dear, that is what people said about Beau Brummel. Remember him? PERI: He had taste. A feeling for style. DOCTOR And I don't? PERI: Not if what you're wearing is an example. It's... uh... yuck. (A spaceship. In space.) NOMA: Right, his time is up, I shall contact Mestor. DRAK: Too late. He's got them. He's coming now. AZMAEL: Lock them in the bunker. At once. Mestor! MESTOR: Yes, Edgeworth. AZMAEL: I have them on board. MESTOR: Are they docile? AZMAEL: For the moment, yes. I gave them a selective amnesia. MESTOR: When will they be missed? AZMAEL Very soon. MESTOR: You have no time to lose. There will be hue and cry. I want no trail to Jaconda. Take them to the safe house on Titan 3. AZMAEL: At once. MESTOR: You will remain at the safe house until further notice. AZMAEL: As you command, Mestor. (In the TARDIS console room. Peri enters.) PERI: Da daaa! DOCTOR: Yuck. PERI: Where are we going? DOCTOR: Vesta 95. PERI: Where's that? DOCTOR: You'll soon find out. It's a marvelous place for a holiday. I would have taken you to the Eye of Orion, but the coordinates elude me at the moment. Peri? PERI: Yes? DOCTOR: How do you come by a name like that? PERI: It's the diminutive of my proper name, Perpugilliam. DOCTOR: Indeed. "One morn, a peri at the gate of Eden stood disconsolate." Do you know who wrote that? PERI: I haven't the faintest idear. DOCTOR: Of course you don't. You don't even know what a peri is, do you? Peri? PERI: No. DOCTOR: I'll tell you. A peri is a good and beautiful fairie in Persian mythology. The interesting thing is before it became good, it was evil. And that's what you are. Thoroughly evil. PERI: Doctor, stop it! DOCTOR: No, no, not even a fairie, an alien spy! Sent here to spy on me! And we all know the fate of alien spies! (He jumps her bones. She flashes him. He sobs.) (Prof Sylvest looks at the floor in his house. Makes a call.) LT HUGO LANG: Special incident room. PROFESSOR SYLVEST: Professor Sylvest. Security clearance 941/29. They've gone. LT HUGO LANG: Sir? PROFESSOR SYLVEST: My children have been kidnapped. LT HUGO LANG: When did this happen? PROFESSOR SYLVEST: Whilst I was out. Two hours maximum. LT HUGO LANG: I see. What are the indications? PROFESSOR SYLVEST: I found zanium on the floor, it looks serious. LT HUGO LANG: Please leave this to us. I'll get the commander to call you back. PROFESSOR SYLVEST: Are you listening to me? LT HUGO LANG: Yes, I'm listening, Professor. PROFESSOR SYLVEST: I'm very very anxious. LT HUGO LANG: Yes, naturally you're anxious, please leave this to us, I'll get the commander to call you back. Goodbye. (He goes to the Commander.) LT HUGO LANG: Sorry to disturb you Commander. COMMANDER FABIAN: What is it? LT HUGO LANG: The Sylvest twins are missing. The Professor found a dustlike deposit on the floor of their room, he says it's zanium. COMMANDER FABIAN: Zanium? You know what that means. LT HUGO LANG: An extraterrestrial kidnap? COMMANDER FABIAN: If those twins have fallen into alien hands. This is something I've always feared. What's the time factor? LT HUGO LANG: He says two hours maximum. COMMANDER FABIAN: Right, they’re still within range. I'm ordering first priority, full-scale search. I want all pursuit crews launched. Briefing will take place in flight. And I want you as flight leader. LT HUGO LANG: Yes Commander. COMMANDER FABIAN: I want a thorough scan. All identifiable space vehicles must be investigated. ELENA: Right. (Back in the TARDIS.) DOCTOR: What happened? PERI: You had another of your fits. DOCTOR: I don’t have fits. PERI: Whatever you call them. DOCTOR: I told you, manic moments of no consequence. They become less dramatic and less and less frequent. PERI: Well this was worse. Longer. It was horrible. DOCTOR: Don't exaggerate. PERI: Exaggerate? You don't remember what you did, do you? DOCTOR: I must admit I am a little hazy. PERI: You tried to k*ll me. DOCTOR: Don't be absurd. PERI: I'm not. DOCTOR: What you say is impossible. I have an in-built resistance to any form of v*olence, except in self-defense. PERI: You don't! DOCTOR: I don't? Upon my word, you really are frightened aren't you? PERI: Frightened half to death and that's only because I'm not d*ad already. DOCTOR: Something's wrong, something's very wrong. Oh no. Has it come to that? Regenerate yet unregenerate. Oh, alas, poor Peri, not for us the pleasures of Vesta 95! PERI: What are you saying? DOCTOR: I am a living peril to the universe. If this poor hive is to be cleansed... there's only one recourse. Contemplation. Self-abnegation in some hellish wilderness. Ten days. Ten years, a thousand years, of what consequence is time to me? I shall become a hermit! And you, child, shall be my disciple! I know the very place... an asteroid so desolate... Titan 3 is where I shall repent! (Back to the twins.) ROMULUS: What are you doing? REMUS: We don't know where we're from, or where we're going, but one thing is for sure. This is a space craft, and we're prisoners. ROMULUS: Then we must try to escape. REMUS: I might be able to put out some sort of distress signal. ROMULUS: But who's going to hear it? REMUS: How should I know? Keep your ear to the door. (On Edgeworth sleeping... Back to Drak and Noma Back again to the twins) ROMULUS: I think someone's coming. REMUS: That was a bit close, that one. ROMULUS: Did you do it? REMUS: I only hope it works. (Back to earth control.) COMMANDER FABIAN: Yes? LT HUGO LANG: It's Lang, commander. I'm in visual contact with a space hopper mark three freights, registration number XV773, but I've been unable to make voice contact. COMMANDER FABIAN: Elena, check it out, will you? LT HUGO LANG: The ship is also transmitting an irregular signal. My flight computers are unable to analyze it. ELENA: XV773 was reported missing, believed destroyed eight months ago. COMMANDER FABIAN: Did you get that? LT HUGO LANG Yes, commander. COMMANDER FABIAN: Proceed with care, but find out what that freighter's up to. LT HUGO LANG: This is fighter leader to freighter XV773. This is fighter leader to freighter XV773, are you receiving me? (The ship disappears.) LT HUGO LANG: Lang here, the freighter's gone into warp drive. COMMANDER FABIAN: Then follow it. LT HUGO LANG: No, you don't understand commander, the XV class of freighter was never built for warp drive. No, it must have been modified. COMMANDER FABIAN: Do you want backup? LT HUGO LANG: No, not yet. I'd like to know... COMMANDER FABIAN: Lang? Lang? Are you receiving me? Elena, find out what's happening. ELENA: He's right, commander, it wasn't built for warp drive. (Back in the TARDIS.) DOCTOR: Titan Three. Thou craggy nob which swims upon the oceams of the firmament... receive this weary penitent! PERI: I think I'm gonna be sick. DOCTOR: Hm? PERI: Oh, sorry. DOCTOR: Why should you be sorry? PERI: I don't know. I don't know anything any longer. Doctor, please. DOCTOR: Yes? PERI: I know what you said, but you weren't serious, were you? I mean about being a hermit? DOCTOR: Never more so. I've no need to remind you. Now. A hermit needs a hermitage. You and I Peri must find one. PERI: Why bother? Isn't this place good enough? DOCTOR: Too good. Quite useless for contemplation, no. What we need is a cave. Some utterly comfortless place where you and I can suffer together. PERI: Why should I be made to suffer? DOCTOR: Because you are that have been chosen. It shall be your humble privilege to minister unto my needs. They will be very simple. But nothing must be allowed to interfere with my contemplation. PERI: You said something about a thousand years? DOCTOR: I was speaking figuratively. Shouldn't come to that. Now come long, we're wasting time. PERI: We can't go out there! DOCTOR: We must! I must atone for what I have done! PERI: But we'll die! DOCTOR: Hm? Um... Well the instruments say otherwise. The atmosphere, what there is of it, is breathable. PERI: What was that? DOCTOR: I think we should find out. (The twins party materializes.) AZMAEL: Sit them down over there. MESTOR: Edgeworth? Edgeworth! AZMAEL: Mestor. MESTOR: You were careless, Edgeworth. AZMAEL: I make no excuse. MESTOR: You say that too easily. I've saved you once. Five ships destroyed, but there may be others. You have betrayed your presence on Titan Three. AZMAEL: Then I'd better start back now. MESTOR: No, I wish to see how the earth fleet reacts. AZMAEL: Of course. MESTOR Are the Sylvest Twins safe? AZMAEL: They are, they're resting. The poor things are exhausted. MESTOR: Then give them artificial restoration. AZMAEL: That could be dangerous. MESTOR: Nonsense. Take care not to blow their hearts or their minds. Once they have served me I shall have no further use for them. AZMAEL: Mestor, your great purpose demands the originality of human genius. I have procured that genius, do not discard it lightly. MESTOR: Do not presume upon my patience, Edgeworth. You are my creature, nothing more. You will do as I command you. AZMAEL: Very well. MESTOR: Once you have revived them, put the proposition and let them proceed with the first concept. Whatever time remains to you on Titan Three, do not waste it. Drive them to their limit. AZMAEL: As you say. MESTOR: And one more thing... AZMAEL: Yes? MESTOR: Make certain there are no survivors from those ships. (Near the crash site.) PERI: But Doctor, it's dangerous! DOCTOR: Of course it's dangerous! We could be blown to pieces at any minute! PERI: But no one could have lived through this! DOCTOR: Then stay behind! This is work for heroes, not for faint-hearted girls! Ah. So. No one could have lived through it, eh? Well here's one who did. You would have left one of your own kind to die. (Back to earth space control.) COMMANDER FABIAN: Of course Minister. Yes, I understand. At once. Call off the rescue party. ELENA: Commander? COMMANDER FABIAN: Until we know more about how our fighters were destroyed no more lives must be put at risk. ELENA: But you can't just abandon the... COMMANDER FABIAN: That is a direct order from the Minister. And may my bones rot for obeying it. LT HUGO LANG: My ship... the squadron... the children... PERI: Will he live? DOCTOR: Yes. Small thanks to you. Poor pusillanimous Peri, what a pitiful performance. PERI: How can you be so pathetic? DOCTOR Hm? PERI: Well talk about me giving a performance! You never stop giving them. When you're not really mad and trying to k*ll me, that is. Look at you now. DOCTOR: What do you mean? PERI: I never sawr anyone who loved himself so much with less reason. You've forgotten all about him, by the time you stop congratulating yourself he'll probably be d*ad. DOCTOR: Peri! LT HUGO LANG: m*rder! You destroyed my entire command. Now I'm going to k*ll you!
{"type": "series", "show": "Doctor Who", "episode": "21x21 - The Twin Dilemma - part 1"}
foreverdreaming
THE TWIN DILEMMA BY: ANTHONY STEVEN Part Two Original Air Date: 23 March 1984 Running time: 25:09 PERI: We didn’t do it. The Doctor rescued you. Please, put down the g*n. Please put it down. LT HUGO LANG: No. He deserves to... (He collapses.) DOCTOR: He was going to k*ll me, Peri. PERI: Yes, he was. Poor guy. DOCTOR: Peri! PERI: He didn't know what he was doing. I mean, think what he must have had to suffer to act like that. DOCTOR: Quite beside the point, for all you seem to care, I could be lying d*ad at your feet this very moment. PERI: But you're not. You're safe. The point is, can you save him? DOCTOR: Easily. But I'm not going to. PERI You must! DOCTOR: You never cease to amaze me. All you're asking me to do is revive a man who had every intention of m*rder me. PERI: We can't let him die. DOCTOR: If it's a question of his life or mine, I certainly can. PERI: Lieutenant Hugo Lang, interplanetary pursuit ace squadron. DOCTOR: Oh, a sort of policeman. PERI: Which hardly makes him a homicidal maniac. Here. Disarm the g*n, I'll hide the power pack. He can't do much harm then. DOCTOR: I wouldn't like to count on it. Oh all right, have it your own way. Fetch the medical kit. (Back to Azmael.) AZMAEL: Well? DRAK: We found the remains of two bodies. The others must have been destroyed with their ships. AZMAEL: Mm. What about our own ship? DRAK: No sign of damage. AZMAEL: All the same, you'd better go out and check it. I don't want to be stuck here with a malfunctioning ship. DRAK: At once. We can't use the transmat, the radiation level is too high. AZMAEL: It's only the side effect of the energy beam that Mestor used to destroy the fighters. It'll clear soon. NOMA: If we go out again, we risk radiation sickness. AZMAEL: Use the service ducts. They'll provide protection for most of the way through the ship. (They leave.) AZMAEL: Is that the best speed you can manage? ROMULUS: Is this the best speed we can manage? REMUS: As it happens, yes. AZMAEL Not good enough. ROMULUS: How do you expect anyone to work like this? REMUS: Our arms are practically dropping off. ROMULUS: My fingers are so sore I can hardly hold the pen. AZMAEL: Look, don't expect any sympathy from me. You brought this on yourselves. If you hadn't rigged that stupid distress beacon when we came here, I would have let you use electronic equipment. As it is I can't trust you. Now get on with your work. TWINS: No. AZMAEL: Pick them up. TWINS: No. AZMAEL: I warn you. REMUS: Warn away. ROMULUS: You can't force us to work. AZMAEL: I can if I have to. (They sit again.) REMUS: Why don't you tell us what this is all about? ROMULUS: If we knew, then we might cooperate. AZMAEL: It's too soon to tell you everything. Have you heard of a planet called Jaconda? REMUS: No. What happens there? AZMAEL: It's new master... it's new master is a creature of infinite ambition. He requires the gifts of your genius to further that ambition. I cannot say more. MESTOR: But I can. Professor Edgeworth is a merciful being. He believes in the sanctity of life. I do not. Fail to obey him once more, and I will have your minds removed from your bodies, and use them as I wish. Have you understood? I see that you have. AZMAEL: Pick up your pens. (In the TARDIS.) DOCTOR: Ah. Post operative shock occluded, wounds closed, no internal hemorrhage. This deep healing beam's a small marvel. Great improvement on the old laser scalpel. Did you hide the power pack for his g*n well? (In the wardrobe room.) DOCTOR: Excellent. Oh, the satisfaction, Peri. Knowing how to save the life of a brave young man. PERI: Or anyone, come to that. DOCTOR: Hm? PERI: Is he gonna be all right? DOCTOR: Are you questioning my skill? PERI: No, not your skill, Doctor. DOCTOR: In that case, the short answer is yes. His heartbeat's slow but steady as a drum. An hour's rest and he'll be right as rain, whatever that means. Ah. An hour. An hour to k*ll. How to turn it to account? We must make plans, Peri. My full powers are returning. PERI: Plans? Do you think that wise? DOCTOR: My perceptions sharpening. I can sense some massive danger thr*at the universe. PERI: I thought you were the danger to the universe. DOCTOR: Me? PERI: That's what you said. That's why we came here, so that you could meditate. DOCTOR: Words spoken in the sickness of transition. Now. There is a sickness in the air, I can feel the vibrations. I cannot yet detect their source, but it is there. I am never wrong. the life force itself is in danger of extinction. We must find this evil and destroy it. PERI: How? DOCTOR: Yes. Yes, that is the problem. It's odd Peri. The indications are very strong. I think the clue we need is here on Titan Three. That's it, of course, the children! PERI: Children? DOCTOR: He said something about children. PERI: So he did. DOCTOR: Now, an interplanetary space corps on a mission, his spacecraft crashes, he talks about children. Abducted children, that's it, Peri. Children of great importance, kidnapped by aliens, brought here to Titan Three, held for a kings ransom. PERI: That's absurd. DOCTOR It's nothing of the kind. PERI: You said yourself there wasn't any life here. DOCTOR: There wasn't. But we're here, he's here. Things change, Peri. (She turns on the scanner.) PERI: You think so? DOCTOR: Hm. What's that? PERI: What? DOCTOR: That. PERI: What? DOCTOR: That! PERI: A bump. DOCTOR: A bump? A bump, a bump? That is something which has no business on an uninhabited asteroid. Look at that symmetry. That's no part of nature's handiwork. PERI: Is it far? DOCTOR: Quite a distance. Let's get going. PERI: Have you noticed the radiation level? DOCTOR: What's a little radiation when we have a purpose, a mission in life? PERI: Silly me. What's a little radiation sickness between friends. DOCTOR: Brave heart, Tegan. Tegan? PERI: I'm Peri. DOCTOR: Yes, of course. PERI: Look, Doctor, um, even if you are right about the radiation level, even if there are abducted children, you're talking about aliens. I mean, we can't even defend ourselves. DOCTOR: Don’t worry, Peri. I won’t be putting your life at any risk, or mine either for that matter. This is just a simple reconnaisance. PERI: But Lieutenant Lang? DOCTOR: Who? Oh! Oh, the patient. Don't worry, he'll still be here when we get back. Come on, Peri. Nothing ventured, nothing gained. (He opens the door, they leave. Azmael checks work.) AZMAEL: I'm about to transmit. ROMULUS: Do you know what you are doing? AZMAEL: Yes. REMUS: If you transform all those equations into terms of power, you'll have enough energy there to generate a small sun. AZMAEL: I know, but this is passive power for transportation. Now you've done extremely well, go and rest. (Outdoors again.) DOCTOR: The shades of night were falling fast, as through an Alpine village passed a youth who bore 'mid snow and ice, a banner with the strange device...Excelsior! PERI: Oh Doctor, stop it! DOCTOR: I was only trying to cheer you up. One of your primitive American versemakers. Longfellow, wasn't it? PERI: Who cares. You're making enough noise to raise the d*ad. I'm so tired. DOCTOR: Courage, Peri! Just follow in my footsteps. Apprez vous the deluge. DOCTOR: Right, of course. Hello. Perhaps a way to enter the dome undetected. PERI: Are you sure? DOCTOR: Would you rather I walked around and knocked on the front door? I'm a knight errant, not an errant fool. (Back to the boys room, euww.) REMUS: It's something to do with these circles. That's how he must have done it. ROMULUS: What? REMUS: Taken our memories away. ROMULUS: Hm, I spose so. REMUS: I'm scared, Romulus. ROMULUS: That awful creature. I've never been so frightened in my life. REMUS: Same here. But it's everything else that's wrong. This place. What they’re forcing us to do, and whatever it is they aim to do with it when we're finished. I feel... well, I don't feel grown up anymore. ROMULUS: There's nothing we can do, Remus. Just carry on. We daren't stop now. AZMAEL: Transmission completed. Any problems? MESTOR: None. You have done well. AZMAEL: Thank you. (In the service ducts.) PERI: This is madness, you have no idea where we're going. DOCTOR: To our destiny. PERI: Well, can’t we rest? Our destiny can wait a moment. DOCTOR: Peri, quickly! Now what did I tell you, listen. PERI: Machinery? Let's get out of here. DOCTOR: The perpetual cry of all cowards. We must investigate! PERI: But do you think that wise? There could be enormous danger, even worse. DOCTOR: Worse? Yes. Yes, well, perhaps you're right. The purpose of reconnaisance is after all is to gather information, not to finish up face down in a pool of one's own blood. Especially blood as noble as mine. We've found out what we want to know. PERI: There's one thing, though. DOCTOR What? PERI: The children Lieutenant Lang mentioned. DOCTOR: Yes. Yes, of course. But children are such survivors! Besides, we have only the word of a delirious man that there are any children. PERI: Well if you didn’t believe him what are we doing here? DOCTOR: An unthinking act of foolish bravado, you know my current state of mind. PERI: Don't you think we should just look, just in case? DOCTOR: No, Peri. Discretion is always the better part of valour. We should return to the TARDIS and rethink the situation. PERI: If that's what you want... D-Doctor? DOCTOR: What is it now? Aliens? Oh no! No no no don't sh**t, it's not my fault, I'm just a poor pilgrim, it's all her fault! Mercy, mercy mercy don't sh**t me! Don’t sh**t me! MESTOR: The loss of five ships was sufficient. They've called off the search. You will return at once. AZMAEL: Very well. I must revitalize. (He does some stuff and enters a triangle and turns into the visible man.) DOCTOR: Look, I'm sure we can sort this out. DRAK: Move. DOCTOR: None of this is my fault, I'm an innocent party, it's all her fault. She's forever leading me off the straight and narrow. PERI: Oh thanks a lot, Doc. DOCTOR: Kindly refrain from addressing me as Doc, Perpugilliam. (They enter the room.) DOCTOR: Some of this technology looks familiar. PERI: Why don't you just keep your big mouth shut? DOCTOR: Oh my sincere apologies, a momentary lapse. I am now in total control. Leave everything to me. AZMAEL: Who are these? DRAK: Survivors. AZMAEL: But you said there were none. DRAK: I can’t explain it. DOCTOR: But I can. We are in no sense survivors. We came to Titan Three of our own free will. AZMAEL: Who in their right minds come to Titan Three of their own free will? DOCTOR: Pilgrims in search of peace. NOMA: They were spying. DOCTOR: Silence, wretch! NOMA: I will not be silent. Look at them, unmarked, unhurt. They're not survivors from the wreck. They're spies, put them to death. AZMAEL: Hold your tongue, Noma. You say you're pilgrims? DOCTOR: Yes, and pilgrims need a place in which to meditate. We were searching for a cave when we happened to stumble into your service duct. AZMAEL: And your companion? DOCTOR: My disciple. AZMAEL: A pretty one. DOCTOR: A most devout young person. Now sir, whoever you are, I demand an explanation for this disgraceful treatment. Now there's a face that floats upon my memory. Impossible. I'm hallucinating! As I live and breathe, Azmael you old dog! What in the name of wonder are you doing here? Peri, it's my old friend and mentor the master of Jaconda! AZMAEL: I am nothing of the kind, I never saw you in my life. DOCTOR: Forgive me old friend, of course you don't recognize me. I've regenerated twice since our last meeting. The twin hearts that b*at as one? I'm a Time Lord, just as you are. In case you still pretend not to know who I am, let me remind you. The last time I stayed, that last night? When you drank like twenty giants and I had to put you in the fountain to sober you up? AZMAEL: I must concede, you have to be the Doctor! DOCTOR: Thank heaven. For a minute you almost had me worried there. You don't seem overjoyed. AZMAEL: There's nothing to rejoice about. I wish I could extend the hand of friendship. DOCTOR: Why don't you? AZMAEL: Well, the old times are gone forever. PERI: Oh, Doctor, look! DOCTOR: Earthlings. Children. By heaven, Peri, I was right! (Back in the TARDIS with Hugo. He wakes up and looks around.) LT HUGO LANG: My ship... my ship... oh no. No. Where have they hidden it? (Back to Doctor's g*ng.) DOCTOR: I see. You abduct these children, deprive them of their memories, bring them to this screaming wilderness and won't disclose your motives? That hardly sounds in character. AZMAEL: We are wasting time. DOCTOR: What's time to us? You're in trouble, Azmael. Grave trouble. AZMAEL: There is a point beyond trouble, you can't help me now. DOCTOR: Don't be absurd, you and I together? What an infallible combination. (Noma sets the destruct.) AZMAEL: Let this at least be clear, Doctor. I am no longer master of Jaconda but I can still save my people. I will do so whatever the cost, even the price of friendship. You were always full of good intentions Doctor, I cannot risk your interfering now. DOCTOR: What does that mean? AZMAEL: You must stay here. DOCTOR: As prisoners? (The TARDIS wardrobe, then back to the ship.) AZMAEL: The lock on the main door has ten million million combinations. Now will you please move over there? You too. Into the transmat area. Don't try to follow us. Once we've gone, the transmat will become random. Try to use it and your remains will be spread across the surface of this miserable rock. If it's of any comfort, Doctor, I too remember that evening by the fountain. Farewell. (They leave.) DOCTOR: Poor fellow. He's not a bit like that really. PERI: I don't care what he's like. He's left us here forever. DOCTOR: No Peri. Few days at most. PERI: Did you hear what he said? Ten million million combinations! DOCTOR: That's what I mean. It may take even me a few days. Well, no time like the present, let's get started. (Lang puts on something ugly and finds his power pack. What a coincidence.) (Peri finds the b*mb.) PERI: Doctor? Doctor? Doctor quickly. DOCTOR: It's vital you don't interrupt the sequence. PERI: It's vital you see this, I don’t like the look of it one bit. DOCTOR: All right, I'm coming. PERI Oh! DOCTOR: Hm? Oh no. Come... He wouldn't have... We haven't got a few days, or even a few hours. In fact we haven’t got that many minutes. PERI: It's a self destruct mechanism, isn't it? DOCTOR: That I can't switch off. PERI Are we'sa gonna die? DOCTOR: Not yet. It means we've got to find another way out of here and very quickly indeed. (In the TARDIS) LT HUGO LANG: Now, how do I get out of here? (Back to Doctor) DOCTOR: Eureka! I can do it, Peri! I can do it! (To Azmael's ship) AZMAEL: Everything in order? NOMA: Everything in order. AZMAEL: Stand by for takeoff. NOMA: Standing by. (Their ship takes off.) DOCTOR: That should do the trick. PERI: What trick? DOCTOR: I'll be brief, I must be very brief. That is known as a revitalizing modulator. It breaks down your molecular structure and puts it back together again, a most refreshing process. Until now that's the only purpose it served. I have improvised. It will take you back in time. PERI: What? DOCTOR: Ten seconds to be precise. You'll find yourself in the TARDIS. PERI: Are you sure? DOCTOR: Absolutely, in you go. No, wait a minute, awkward. I won't be able to see the computer clock when it's my turn and I need to be able to compensate for the time factor so I arrive back at the TARDIS at the same time as you do. Your watch, Peri, lend me your watch,. Come on, quickly. When I stand clear, press the internal button. Do hurry Peri, in precisely one minute I'm going to be blown to pieces. (It activates.) DOCTOR: It worked. It actually worked. Oh no, it's stopped. (He pushes buttons and gets in, and rubs his p*ssy.) PERI: Doctor? LT HUGO LANG: Who are you? (The dome blows up real good.) PERI: Doctor where are you? (Snort snort.) PERI: No. Oh no. Oh no Doctor.
{"type": "series", "show": "Doctor Who", "episode": "21x22 - The Twin Dilemma - part 2"}
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THE TWIN DILEMMA BY: ANTHONY STEVEN Part Three Original Air Date: 29 March 1984 Running time: 24:27 (The Doctor appears. A bit.) PERI: Did you see that? LT HUGO LANG: I think so. PERI: Do Doctor, I ahhh are you here? LT HUGO LANG: What in heaven's name is going on? You're flesh and blood at least. PERI: Leave me alone. DOCTOR: Oh, that stupid girl's watch. How I hate these h*t or miss performances. PERI: Doctor, thank heavens, whatever happened? DOCTOR: Your watch stopped. I overcompensated, ended up in the wrong time zone. Ten seconds into your future. PERI: I thought you’d been k*lled. DOCTOR: You cared? PERI: Of course I did. DOCTOR: You know I'll never understand the people of earth. I have spent the day using, abusing, even tried to k*ll you. If you'd behaved as I have, I should have been pleased at your demise. PERI: It's called compassion, Doctor. It's the difference that remains between us. DOCTOR: Earthlings. LT HUGO LANG: Would someone like to tell me what is going on? DOCTOR: Ah, Corporal Lang, how are you? LT HUGO LANG: Lieutenant. I was fine, I'm not sure any more. My ship. DOCTOR: You were lucky to escape, no one else did. PERI: I'm sorry. What went wrong? LT HUGO LANG: I don't know, the controls seized, after that I don't remember anything til I came to in here. What is this place, who are you? PERI: I'm Peri, and this is the Doctor. He saved your life. DOCTOR: And we did not abduct the twins. LT HUGO LANG: Twins, what do you know about them? DOCTOR: Never mind about that now, look, do put that thing away will you? If you ever hope to see them again your only chance is to come with us. LT HUGO LANG: Where to? DOCTOR At a guess, Jaconda. LT HUGO LANG: All right, you don't leave me any choice, do you? DOCTOR: Not really. (On Jaconda.) ROMULUS: He was your friend. REMUS: That girl did you no harm. ROMULUS: You've left them there to die. AZMAEL: They will survive. Now if you don't mind. REMUS: And your name isn't Edgeworth ROMULUS It's Azmael. AZMAEL: Yes, yes, I agree, a small deception, now be patient and sensible. DRAK: Master. AZMAEL: What is it? DRAK: That blip on the scanner. AZMAEL: Yes. Very far ahead. DRAK: We're on the same course. AZMAEL: Oh, some merchant man. No concern of ours. NOMA: They will not survive. AZMAEL I don’t understand. NOMA: The safe house. I set it to self destruct. AZMAEL: You madman, I gave no orders! NOMA: That is perfectly correct. AZMAEL: But it's m*rder! Why, Noma, why? NOMA: It is what the lord Mestor would have wished. (Back to the TARDIS.) PERI: But why would he want to k*ll us? DOCTOR: I don't know. PERI: And if he's going to Jaconda, why stop off Titan Three? LT HUGO LANG: Oh, that was just to put us off the scent. DOCTOR: No no no no no. No, no. No no nononono. No, consider what we know. Azmael, or whatever he happens to call himself needs the genius of the twins, he crosses galaxies to possess their minds. He says he's no longer master of his planet, but he wants to save his people. And that I cannot help him to do so. Even if he does believe such unimaginable rubbish he must be faced by some unimaginable disaster which has unhinged his mind. Well. We shall soon discover what it is. (On Jaconda.) MESTOR: Who is this creature? CHAMBERLAIN: A porter from the royal hatcheries, Master. MESTOR: What is his crime? CHAMBERLAIN: After routine search following his tour of duty, he was found to have this concealed on his person. MESTOR: What does it contain? CHAMBERLAIN: Vegetables from the royal hatcheries, Master MESTOR: The penalty is death. Have you anything to say? PRISONER: Mercy, great Master, mercy! My family is starving. MESTOR: Many are starving, it is no difference. Now your family will have to starve without your company. Stand aside, guards. You will suffer the maximum penalty – death by embolism. PRISONER: No, no not that. sh**t me! Ah! Aaaaaagghh! MESTOR: Cold storage. ** CLAP ON! ** The carcass may be of use to our slaves if this famine continues. Azmael will soon be here? CHAMBERLAIN: Yes, Master. MESTOR: When he arrives, have him escorted to his laboratory with the earthlings. I will see him there. (On the surface. The TARDIS materializes.) DOCTOR: Haaaa. Jaconda the beautiful. PERI: You call this beautiful? Doctor, it's absolutely ghastly! DOCTOR: Oh no. It should not be true. The giant gastropods. LT HUGO LANG: What are you talking about? DOCTOR: Half humanoid, half slug, part of Jacondan mythology. PERI: So? DOCTOR: Well, just look around you, look at the devastation. PERI: Gastropods did this? DOCTOR What else? PERI: Are you sure your mind isn’t wandering again? DOCTOR: Of course not. So, it wasn't a myth after all. Somewhere somehow their seed survived. Now they have returned. LT HUGO LANG: Nonsense. DOCTOR: You think so? LT HUGO LANG: Well of course it is. DOCTOR: I wish I could agree with you. This was once a forest grove. Look at the trees! No trace of foliage. The very bark stripped of the trunks. And the soil! Barren. Nothing but these telltale tracks. The slime trails of the giant gastropods. I fear the evidence is quite conclusive. PERI: Doctor. You're beginning to scare me. DOCTOR: I'm beginning to scare myself, Peri. PERI: Now what? DOCTOR: Into the TARDIS. I must think. (On the freighter.) AZMAEL: Freighter to Jaconda control. Freight to Jaconda control. FLIGHT CONTROLLER: Receiving you freighter. AZMAEL: Approaching re-entry, permission to touch down at omega intersection. FLIGHT CONTROLLER: You are clear to approach. AZMAEL: Thank you control. FLIGHT CONTROLLER: On arrival report to palace. Transport will be waiting. Out. (In the TARDIS.) PERI: What are you gonna do? DOCTOR: Panic at any moment. LT HUGO LANG: Where is Edgeworth likely to have taken the twins? DOCTOR: The palace. LT HUGO LANG: Well shouldn't we go there? DOCTOR: And be k*lled? LT HUGO LANG: Just give me directions and I'll go alone, if you're afraid. DOCTOR: Me, afraid? LT HUGO LANG Well, aren't you? DOCTOR: You have a nasty habit of pinpointing the truth, young man. PERI: We we we can't let him go alone! DOCTOR Watch me. PERI: Well you know what's out there, he doesn't! DOCTOR: Well then let him go to the palace, and he'll know as much as I do. PERI: Oh Doctor you must help. DOCTOR: Is this another attempt to teach me compassion? LT HUGO LANG: Just tell me where it is and I'll be happy to go alone. DOCTOR: It's all right for you! You're young, strong, fit of limb.You're confident in your mission,your energy's boundless, you're highly motivated to success. You even have a g*n to enforce your will upon others. Look at me, I'm old, lacking in vigour, my mind's in a turmoil, I no longer know if I'm coming, have gone or even been. I'm falling to pieces! I no longer even have any clothes sense! PERI: Oh, stop feeling sorry for yourself! DOCTOR: Self pity is all I have left. PERI: You've got the TARDIS. You still know how to operate it. Take the Lieutenant to the palace! LT HUGO LANG: Now, if you please. DOCTOR: As you wish. (Underground.) PERI: That's the seediest looking stately home I've ever seen. DOCTOR: Well you didn't expect me to materialise in the throne room. LT HUGO LANG: Where are the twins likely to be? DOCTOR: Anywhere. LT HUGO LANG: Well, I won’t find them waiting around here. DOCTOR: I'll come with you. LT HUGO LANG: No need, thank you for bringing me here. DOCTOR: You didn't give me much choice! Now look, Sergeant – PERI: Lieutenant. DOCTOR AND LT HUGO LANG Lieutenant. DOCTOR: Don't be smug with me. Now I've already explained my condition, I may be behaving like a manic barometer, but don't shrug off help when it's offered. You can't afford to. LT HUGO LANG: I thank you for your offer, but frankly I find you unreliable. DOCTOR: So is most currency. Doesn't stop people from spending money wisely. PERI: The Doctor might be useful. LT HUGO LANG: Well, all right. But if you become unstable again, Doctor, I won't hesitate to k*ll you. (After the freighter lands.) ROMULUS: Where are you taking us? AZMAEL: You'll see. REMUS: Why do you like to play the man of mystery? ROMULUS: It's a role you play very badly. REMUS It's so blatantly transparent. AZMAEL: Continue to provoke me and the matter that contains your genius will finish up as so much animal fodder! (Back to the Doctor.) DOCTOR: Hideous. Utterly hideous! PERI: Are you sure this is the right place? DOCTOR: Hm? Absolutely. Azmael showed me once. This passage leads to the center of the palace. Used to be an underground bolthole in times of danger. Ah, seems to be clear. Shall we go? PERI: I just hope you don’t get us lost. (To Azmael.) DOCTOR: Oh, definite possibility that. AZMAEL: This is where I work. The palace laboratory. CHAMBERLAIN: Greetings. ROMULUS What's in there? AZMAEL: Eggs. You're looking at Lord Mestor's incubator. The future citizens of Jaconda. REMUS: They're gastropod eggs. CHAMBERLAIN: Such knowledge. ROMULUS: Who is this? AZMAEL: One of Lord Mestor's lackeys. CHAMBERLAIN: Not quite, Azmael. I am a humble servant of the Lord Mestor. I am his Chamberlain. Welcome to the planet Jaconda. I will inform the Lord Mestor of your safe arrival. AZMAEL: If you must, do so. CHAMBERLAIN: It's my duty, he's commanded me. AZMAEL: Well hurry then. And you too, Noma. NOMA: No I must remain, I too have been commanded. AZMAEL: One day you will discover for yourselves that treason is universal. Let it not concern you now. And don't be afraid of what lies in store for us. (Back to the Doctor.) DOCTOR: This way. Come along. Ah, there they are. I don't know how old they are, but they tell the whole story. The Queen of Jaconda offended the sun god. This way. He inflicted a terrible revenge. He sent a creature, half humanoid, half slug. This creature's offspring were numberless. They ravaged the planet, the population starved. When he saw what he'd done the sun god relented. He sent a drought which destroyed the slugs. The people of Jaconda survived. That's the story as Azmael related it. PERI: Now what do you think? DOCTOR: It was more truth than myth. I think some dormant eggs survived. PERI: For how long? DOCTOR: Too long, it seems. Shut off the torch. Listen. PERI: What is it? DOCTOR: The sound of giant slugs. LT HUGO LANG: What a stench! DOCTOR: Their gastric tracts. Rotting vegetables. PERI: Or rotting flesh. LT HUGO LANG: Doctor. DOCTOR: Whatever is it now? LT HUGO LANG: I'm ... I'm stuck! DOCTOR: Oh no, I should have thought of that! Their slime trails harden like concrete, only far faster. LT HUGO LANG: Well never mind that, just get me out of it, you! DOCTOR: Easier said than done. PERI Well we can't leave him here. LT HUGO LANG: Maybe if I turn my g*n down low I can melt the stuff. DOCTOR: Oh, if you like, but try not to burn your feet off. (To Azmael.) MESTOR: So these are your prodigies. They seem quite insignificant. AZMAEL: Their brains are not. MESTOR: We shall see. Have you told them why we need them? AZMAEL: Not in detail. So far they've simply worked to orders. MESTOR: I suggest that you do tell them. If they know that our purpose is benevolent, they may prove to be less intransigent. AZMAEL: Very well. MESTOR: How far advanced are you? AZMAEL: We need another day. MESTOR: Very well, I will leave you. AZMAEL: Mestor. Do not monitor my thoughts. MESTOR: Why not? AZMAEL: It interferes with my concentration. MESTOR: They may be treasonable thoughts. AZMAEL: There can be no treason without fellow conspirators, and aI have none. You control the minds of all my most faithful subjects. MESTOR: I do not trust you. AZMAEL: A mistake, Mestor. The last hope for my people is the success of this undertaking. I wouldn't allow my personal loathing for you to interfere with that. MESTOR: Very well. AZMAEL: Remove Noma, too. NOMA: Master. MESTOR: Until your work is done. AZMAEL: They don't trust you, either, that's why they've left you here, to see the measure of your treachery. DRAK: But I'm not a traitor. AZMAEL: True, but I believe they think you are my friend. DRAK: I would value your friendship. AZMAEL It could cost you your life. DRAK: I could think of worse reasons for dying. AZMAEL: Thank you. Now. Pay attention. That is our sun, that is Jaconda. Those are two lesser planets. Now I once ruled Jaconda, but now Mestor has usurped me. His kind takes all and gives nothing, there is nothing left for my people. REMUS: What are we supposed to do? AZMAEL: Help me to provide the only possible solution. ROMULUS: You’d better tell us what it is. AZMAEL: We need new sources of supply. And we're going to bring those two planets into orbit around Jaconda. TWINS: What? AZMAEL: Oh yes. And then they will have the same atmospheres and climates, they will be the larders of Jaconda. Everything is in readiness. All we lack is what you two possess, that mathematical delicacy that will s*ab those two planets in their new orbit. (Back to the Doctor.) DOCTOR: Now, let me see. We follow this passage to the end, flight of steps up to the palace hall, doorway at the left just up at the top. Yes, that's it. Private doorway into the back of his laboratory. That's where he's bound to be. PERI: Who? DOCTOR: What? PERI: Who will be there? DOCTOR: Me. Once I can get away from this fool. Will you hurry up? LT HUGO LANG: I'm doing the best I can. DOCTOR: Well it's not good enough! Look what you've done you stupid girl, you've ruined everything! PERI: It wasn't my fault! DOCTOR: Of course it was your fault, sheer carelessness! Switching off that torch when you did, don't argue with me! PERI: I will! I'm not letting a manic depressive paranoid personality like you shut me up! DOCTOR: Manic depressive! Me! PERI: Well can't you hear yourself? You're having another of your fits! DOCTOR: Right that's it, I'm off! LT HUGO LANG Calm down, Doctor! DOCTOR: Calm down? Calm da, calm down? The fate of a whole planet hanging in the balance and he tells me to calm down. LT HUGO LANG: Look, I'll be free in a moment. DOCTOR: Oh, fend for yourselves! PERI Oh, Doctor! LT HUGO LANG: Don’t waste your breath, we'll manage. (Back to Azmael.) AZMAEL: Everything is controlled from this panel. When the information you provide has been fed into the computer, we shall operate this switch. REMUS: What happens if we refuse to help? AZMAEL: Then I shall have to k*ll you! I've already told you that this is the only way we can save my people. ROMULUS: Aren’t you forgetting the consequence of what you're asking! AZMAEL: Look, everything has been considered, how many times must I tell you! REMUS: He's mad. REMUS: Quite mad. ROMULUS: Azmael! Edgeworth! DOCTOR (OUTSIDE): We won't do it! TWINS: You'll do as I tell you! AZMAEL: Still bullying children, eh? (He enters.) DOCTOR: Villain! m*rder! DOCTOR: Doctor! AZMAEL: (shouts something) DOCTOR: That's enough, Doctor! AZMAEL: DOCTOR: I apologize. However I still would like to know why you tried to m*rder us. DRAK: He didn't. ROMULUS: He didn't know. REMUS: It was Noma. AZMAEL: Look, I can’t believe it. How did you escape? DOCTOR: That doesn't matter now. I think you better tell me what’s going on here. (Back to Peri.) PERI: Pity about your boot. LT HUGO LANG: Never mind. Where to now? PERI: Find the Doctor. LT HUGO LANG: Right. (To Mestor.) PERI: No! No! Hugo! No! No! No! No! MESTOR: Who are these aliens on Titan Three? NOMA: A Time Lord and an earth girl. MESTOR: And Azmael would have let them live? NOMA: Yes. MESTOR: But now he knows them to be d*ad. NOMA: He does, I told him so. MESTOR: You have done well, Noma. NOMA: No more than is my duty. MESTOR: What have we here? NOMA: Impossible! She must have died! MESTOR: Is this the earth girl you say you k*lled? It seems you have not done so well after all. Where did you find her? JACONDAN GUARD: In a passage underneath the palace. MESTOR: Alone? JACONDAN GUARD: There was another with her. We left him half d*ad. MESTOR: This is a dangerous complication. Fetch him to me. At once! At once! (To Azmael and Doctor.) AZMAEL: That is the plan. Now what is your opinion? DOCTOR: You really intend to put it into operation? You know what'll happen, don't you? ROMULUS: We've already told him. AZMAEL The risks must be taken. DOCTOR: This is not a risk, Azmael, this is doomsday! One tiny error in your calculation you'll blow a small hole in the universe. LT HUGO LANG: Doctor! Doctor, they've got Peri! DOCTOR: Peri? Peri! AZMAEL: Stop him! DOCTOR: No, leave me, I must go to her! AZMAEL: And tell Mestor everything and condemn my plan to certain death? DOCTOR: But I must help her! AZMAEL: No, Doctor, if necessary she must die. DOCTOR: No. Peri!
{"type": "series", "show": "Doctor Who", "episode": "21x23 - The Twin Dilemma - part 3"}
foreverdreaming
THE TWIN DILEMMA BY: ANTHONY STEVEN Part Four Original Air Date: 30 March 1984 Running time: 25:04 NOMA: Why don’t you k*ll her? MESTOR: I find her pleasing. Pleasing! NOMA: She's better d*ad. MESTOR: This creature offers no thr*at. PERI: That's right! NOMA: Be silent. MESTOR: But her companion... they should have found him by now. I sense danger. DRAK: Be at peace, Doctor. DOCTOR: How? The very core of my being is on f*re with guilt and rage... how is he? AZMAEL: Superficial damage, he'll be all right. NOMA: He is the one. AZMAEL: But Noma, he is a friend, he will save us from Lord Mestor. NOMA: Lord Mestor is our friend. He is our enemy. MESTOR: They have him! Yes, earthling. They have your friend. PERI: He came here to help! MESTOR: He did, hmph. DOCTOR: Peri you're alive. PERI: Oh please release him. MESTOR: And have the fool wreck a scientific project of vast consqeuence? DOCTOR: It's debatable who the fool is. If you intend to blow up this corner of the universe! MESTOR: Are you challenging my calculations? DOCTOR: Not at all. In fact if I can hold my mind together I might even be able to help you. MESTOR: What can you offer me? DOCTOR: Moving planets around is not for amateurs, you know. I mean the twins may have the mathematical skill but I have the empirical knowledge. The practical experience that can guarantee success. I mean one tiny error in your calculations, the planets you're trying to shift could fly off in any direction. MESTOR: You're telling the truth, Time Lord? DOCTOR: You should know. I can sense your presence in my mind. MESTOR: Then why do you resist me? DOCTOR: I'm secretive by nature. Besides, if you were to learn everything too quickly you'd have no reason to keep me alive. CHAMBERLAIN: He's playing with us Master. Azmael has often spoken of this Time Lord. He's not to be trusted. MESTOR: Never argue with me again! CHAMBERLAIN No Master! DOCTOR: Good heavens. You are rather hot-tempered! REMUS: We'd work much more effectively if we had them. AZMAEL: What? ROMULUS Our memories. REMUS: It's very disconcerting to have a large void in the middle of one's mind. DRAK: You have little to lose. ROMULUS: And our full cooperation to gain. AZMAEL: Give me your right hand. Now yours. Well. Do you remember? ROMULUS: Yes. Everything! AZMAEL: Good. LT HUGO LANG: Which is more than I do. AZMAEL: Back to work. You took a heavy blow. Doctor! PERI: Oh Hugo, are you all right? DOCTOR: I've agreed to help you. LT HUGO LANG: Help! DOCTOR: With this ridiculous scheme of Mestor's. REMUS: We can't work like this. ROMULUS: There are too many interruptions. NOMA: You'll do exactly as you are told. TWINS Then we won't do our best. DOCTOR: And how do you think the Lord Mestor would feel about that? PERI: He might show us that great little trick again. You know, the one with the green ray. DOCTOR: Embolism, isn't it? Let me tell you, little tiny bubbles go very well in champagne and purgatives, Noma, but not in the blood. NOMA: Wait outside. AZMAEL: You too, Noma. TWINS: Especially you. DOCTOR: You don't seem very popular. Have you got fowlpest? NOMA: You'll suffer for this humiliation. All of you. DRAK: Childish thr*at are best left to children, Noma. AZMAEL: Now go away we have a lot of work to do. MESTOR: What do you know of this Doctor? CHAMBERLAIN: Only what Azmael has said. He's supposedly a man of great cunning. MESTOR: He's also egocentric, willful and quite mad. Once my work is completed I shall take great delight in examining this Doctor more closely. You will find the Time Lord's TARDIS. CHAMBERLAIN: Yes Master. DOCTOR: How does Mestor plan to bring the other two planets into the same orbit as Jaconda? AZMAEL: A tractor beam. LT HUGO LANG: Does he have enough power for such a thing? AZMAEL: Oh yes. DOCTOR: Well how will he s*ab Jaconda? Three planets in the same orbit will exert enormous gravitational pressure on each other. AZMAEL: By placing them in different time zones. See each planet will occupy the same space but will be one Jacondan day ahead of the other. DOCTOR: Very neat. PERI: You mean Mestor can travel in time? AZMAEL: Thanks to me. MESTOR: Heheheheheh. PERI: Doctor? Doctor? DOCTOR: What? PERI: Are you all right? DOCTOR: Of course I'm all right. I'm certainly all right, it's the situation that's all wrong. AZMAEL: In what way is it wrong? DOCTOR: Both the outer planets are smaller than Jaconda. PERI: That's obvious. DOCTOR: So is the consequence if they're brought any nearer the Jacondan sun. AZMAEL: But you're right. Why didn't I realise? DOCTOR: Your mind was another thing's, my friend. AZMAEL: Yes but to overlook something so simple. PERI: What are you two talking about? DOCTOR: A matter of simple physics. The gravitational pull of the sun on Jaconda is more or less consistent, yes? PERI: I'll take your word for it. DOCTOR: The outer planets are smaller, place them where Jaconda is... how long do you think they'll last? AZMAEL: No time at all, their orbit would rapidly decay and they'd crash into the sun. REMUS: Causing an enormous expl*si*n. ROMULUS: It'll be wondrous to see. AZMAEL: Now be quiet and get on with your work. LT HUGO LANG: Does Mestor know this could happen? DOCTOR: Of course. PERI So why do it? DOCTOR: I don't know. But there's method to his madness, of that I'm certain. In the meantime, carry on with your calculations. We don't want to arouse Mestor's suspicions. (At the TARDIS.) CHAMBERLAIN: Master? MESTOR: Enter. CHAMBERLAIN: Well, after you, gentlemen. (Back to the Doctor.) TWINS: We've finished. AZMAEL: Well done. PERI: Now what? LT HUGO LANG: You can't give those calculations to Mestor. AZMAEL: Doctor? PERI: Doctor? AZMAEL: He worries me. PERI: He's not himself. DOCTOR: Then who am I? PERI: I wish you wouldn’t keep wandering off like that. DOCTOR: See it more as a mental stroll in a park of psychic tranquility. AZMAEL: But what do we do next, the twins have finished their calculations. DOCTOR: Who? Oh, oh very good. Excellent. Ten out of ten. Alpha plus. DOCTOR: Interesting. Gastropod eggs. PERI: Doctor, we're wasting time. DOCTOR: Is it possible to get into the hatchery? PERI: Whatever for? DOCTOR: I sense the answer is in there. Azmael? AZMAEL: Well, look, but please be quick. DOCTOR: Of course. Eggsellent. The answer must be in here somewhere. Mestor hasn’t gone to all this trouble... the egg of a slug. But where's the mucous? The jelly, the food that feeds the young within? PERI: Does it matter? DOCTOR: Of course, these eggs are dry and rubbery. Let's see what's inside. A laser cutter, I must have a laser cutter. AZMAEL: I'll get one for you. LT HUGO LANG: What is it that's worrying you, Doctor? DOCTOR: I don't know. But something is wrong. (He tries to cut it open.) LT HUGO LANG: What were you trying to do, hard boil it? DOCTOR: It should at least have scratched the surface. PERI: Well if it's that tough, how will the young break out? DOCTOR: How indeed? LT HUGO LANG: It's reacted to the heat of the laser. DOCTOR: Precisely what it's supposed to do. Only it isn't anything like hot enough yet. PERI: Doctor, you're talking in riddles! AZMAEL: No! No, he isn't and I fear he might be right. DOCTOR: Are these all the eggs? AZMAEL: No, there are more through there. DOCTOR: So many. Ah, it all begins to make sense. PERI: Not to me. You still haven't explained why the eggs are so tough. DOCTOR: They were designed to withstand the temperatures of an exploding sun. LT HUGO LANG: Nonsense! AZMAEL I wish it were. DOCTOR: Mestor's colonization is not of this planet, but the universe. AZMAEL: The exploding Jacondan sun would scatter the eggs, and nowhere would be safe from invasion. REMUS: We've made that possible. ROMULUS Our genius has been abused. LT HUGO LANG: Doctor, could such a scheme work? DOCTOR: It's so simple it's mind-boggling. Of course it could work. MESTOR: Now you know everything, Time Lord. DOCTOR: Right, what we need is a plan of action. Now you've still got your g*n, take Peri and the twins back to the safety of the TARDIS. LT HUGO LANG: Noma and the guards might still be outside. DOCTOR: Then deal with them. You are supposed to be an interplanetary pursuit officer. AZMAEL: What shall we do? DOCTOR Deal with Mestor. AZMAEL: Are we capable, I mean look at us, Doctor. I'm old, I've even used up my ability to regenerate. And you, well your mind could cloud at any moment. DOCTOR: I am fully alert and ready for action. AZMAEL: Mestor will destroy us, you know. DOCTOR: Better we die in harness back there against the odds than die in fear, finding menace in our own shadows. REMUS: What do we do about our calculations? DOCTOR: Can you carry them in your head? ROMULUS: Of course. DOCTOR: Then destroy all the notes you've made. ROMULUS: That's simple. (They fiddle.) REMUS: It's done. DOCTOR: Good. Drak, you go back to the TARDIS with the others. AZMAEL: Drak? He's d*ad. His mind has been burnt out. DOCTOR: Mestor! AZMAEL: He's used him as a monitor. He must know everything that's been said in this room. DOCTOR: There's no time to waste. Check the corridor. LT HUGO LANG: It's clear. DOCTOR: Now back to the TARDIS. Be careful. Good luck. LT HUGO LANG: Thanks. Follow me. PERI Good luck, Doctor. DOCTOR: Such a nice girl. Hope I see her again. AZMAEL: I'm sure you will, my friend. This way. DOCTOR: Ah. MESTOR: Noma! NOMA: Yes Master. MESTOR: Find the twins and bring them to me. NOMA: Yes Master. MESTOR: They must not be harmed. NOMA: And the others? MESTOR: k*ll them. PERI: This is ridiculous. How can we have got lost, there's only one passageway. LT HUGO LANG: Well apparently not. PERI Okay, well, let's try along here. DOCTOR: Ah, there you are. I've been looking for you. I've worked out what you're up to, and it's got to stop. MESTOR: Control your arrogance, Time Lord. DOCTOR: I'm not having your sluggy eggs spread all over the universe causing havoc. Nor will I allow you to destroy what was once a very beautiful planet. MESTOR: You really are mad. You dare to thr*at me in my own throne room? DOCTOR: Did I thr*at him? Did you hear me thr*at him? MESTOR: Be silent! DOCTOR: Watch it, Mestor! AZMAEL: Please, Doctor. MESTOR: You do well to warn him. DOCTOR: I'm the one who's doing the warning. Now will you give up this nonsense? MESTOR: No, Time Lord! DOCTOR: Then take the consequence! (He throws the bottle.) MESTOR: You think that I would be so vulnerable? You're an interfering fool. DOCTOR: No. Just a rotten sh*t. LT HUGO LANG This looks more like it. PERI: You said that about the last passage that we were in. NOMA: This time he's right. You almost made it. What a pity. LT HUGO LANG: Leave them to me. ROMULUS No! REMUS: They want us alive. Mestor needs our calculations. NOMA: Don't push your luck. LT HUGO LANG: Down! (A brief g*n battle ensues.) NOMA: k*ll him! LT HUGO LANG: You might just reach that g*n before I can k*ll you, but I doubt it. DOCTOR: Indigestion? Or is it bad news? MESTOR It does not concern you. DOCTOR: Perhaps your plan to recapture the twins has failed. MESTOR: A small setback, Time Lord. DOCTOR: Be careful of Lieutenant Lang. He's been dying to k*ll someone ever since he got here. After all you did destroy his entire squadron. Earthlings have an unquenchable thirst when it comes to revenge. MESTOR: Be silent! AZMAEL: The Doctor has been ill, it's affected his reasoning. MESTOR: He tried to k*ll me, he must therefore forfeit his own existence. DOCTOR: Oh I thought we'd come to that. Embolism time, is it? Don't tell me. My blood will bubble like a raging stream. I will beg to die. And in so doing I will crave your indulgence and forgiveness. MESTOR: Not quite, Time Lord. DOCTOR: Good. Because in my time I have been thr*at by experts. I don't rate you very highly at all. AZMAEL: Doctor. MESTOR: I have said you will cease to exist. But you will not die. AZMAEL: Please, Lord Mestor. MESTOR: I tire of the disadvantages of my own being. DOCTOR: I don't blame you. MESTOR: So I intend to take over your mind as well as your body. DOCTOR: You! Take over my mind! Hahahah. It will be like throwing a pebble into a lake. It will sink without trace. AZMAEL: But he can do it! DOCTOR: A Jacondan mind, maybe, but I am a Time Lord! MESTOR: Perhaps you would like be to demonstrate? DOCTOR: Indeed. DOCTOR: Azmael? MESTOR: Azmael is now my sl*ve. DOCTOR: That's not fair. He's an old man. MESTOR: Do you think I could not do this to you? DOCTOR: Well, why don't you try? MESTOR: Simplicity itself. All I need is... AZMAEL: He's weakening. He's trying to control too much. All Jaconda is affected by his thoughts. Help me, Doctor. I cannot contain him for long. DOCTOR: We must mind-link. Together we can destroy him. AZMAEL: No, no, otherwise he will pass to you and you will be lost. DOCTOR: I can contain him! AZMAEL: No, quickly! You must destroy his body otherwise he will return to it. (The Doctor throws another bottle.) MESTOR: Too late, Time Lord. Now we must mind-link. AZMAEL: No! MESTOR: What is happening? AZMAEL: You are lost, Mestor. MESTOR: What are you doing? AZMAEL: The one thing that you cannot control. I am dying. I am regenerating. DOCTOR: You can't! You've used up your allotted number of lives. AZMAEL: Don't you think I do not know that, Doctor? He is exorcised, my friend. NOMA: AAAAAAAAA! AAAA! PERI: What's happening? What's going on? NOMA: Mestor is d*ad! DOCTOR: You fool, why did you do it? AZMAEL: I had no other choice. DOCTOR: You should have left him to me. AZMAEL: My friend, you were too unstable. He would have swamped you. You would have been the pebble drowning in his lake. DOCTOR: To throw away your own life. AMZAEL: It was nearly at an end anyway. DOCTOR: You had so much to give! You were the finest teacher I ever had. AZMAEL: You've learned all I know, and much besides. My only regret is leaving Jaconda. It gave me a good life. Many great moments. One of the best, my friend, was that time by the fountain. DOCTOR: Azmael. Azmael. I shall miss you, old friend. I shall indeed. PERI: I don't want to worry you, but the TARDIS door's open. LT HUGO LANG: You stay here. PERI: No, I've gotta find the Doctor. LT HUGO LANG: All right, but be careful. PERI: Look after him will you? TWINS: Yes. Good luck. LT HUGO LANG: Outside. CHAMBERLAIN: Listen, young Sir, this planet's finished. There's no future here. LT HUGO LANG: Shut up. CHAMBERLAIN: But you don't understand, here we have a fine craft to take us away from here. Far away. LT HUGO LANG: I said shut up! DOCTOR: Sorry 'bout that. PERI: Don't ever do that again. DOCTOR: 'Course not. PERI: Are you all right? DOCTOR: Do I look otherwise? CHAMBERLAIN: But we must get away from here. ROMULUS: He can't fly the TARDIS. REMUS: But we could learn. DOCTOR: I'll take you all. CHAMBERLAIN: You're a true gentleman, Sir. DOCTOR: Wait a minute, I remember you. You're the Chamberlain! CHAMBERLAIN: Yes, that's right, Sir. DOCTOR I don't like you. CHAMBERLAIN: Oh. But sir, I must get away from here! DOCTOR: Then I suggest you start walking. Right, let's get you and the twins back to earth. PERI: What about the rest of the people on this planet? DOCTOR: They'll survive. LT HUGO LANG Who'll lead them? DOCTOR: Well certainly not that thing. Neither will Azmael. He's d*ad. PERI: Then you must help, Doctor. DOCTOR: They're quite capable of looking after themselves. Listen. They've already started mopping up. LT HUGO LANG: I'd rather stay. I feel I could be some use here. DOCTOR: As you wish. Although I think you're mad. LT HUGO LANG: I have nothing to go back to earth for, I've no one there. DOCTOR: That I can believe. PERI: I'm sorry about that. He never used to be so rude. TWINS: Can we stay? PERI No. Into the TARDIS. LT HUGO LANG: It was uh, it was nice to have met you, however strange the circumstances. PERI: Good luck. LT HUGO LANG: Thanks. I think we'll need it. CHAMBERLAIN: Please take me. They'll k*ll me if I stay here! LT HUGO LANG: No they won't. Goodbye. PERI: Bye. LT HUGO LANG: Oi! Move. Go on. PERI: Did you have to be so rude! DOCTOR: To whom? PERI: Hugo. You could have at least have said goodbye! DOCTOR: Hm. Oh. PERI: Are you having another of your fits? DOCTOR: You may not believe this, but I have fully s*ab. PERI: Then I suggest you take a crash course in manners. DOCTOR: You seem to forget, Peri, I am not only from another culture but another planet. I am in your terms an alien. I am therefore bound to have different values and customs. PERI: Your former self was polite enough. DOCTOR: But at such a cost, I was on the verge of becoming neurotic! PERI: We all have to repress our feelings from time to time. I suggest you get back into the habit. DOCTOR: And I would suggest, Peri, that you wait a little before criticising my new persona. You may well find it isn't quite as disagreeable as you think. PERI: Well I hope so. DOCTOR: Whatever else happens, I am the Doctor. Whether you like it or not.
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att*ck OF THE CYBERMEN BY: "PAULA MOORE" (PAULA WOOLSEY) Part One Original Air Date: 5 January 1985 Running time: 44:17 DAVID: Let's take a look down here. Look at the state of it. BILL: This is a hoary old one. Talk about neglect. DAVID: Yeah, there can't have been anyone down here for years. There are more bulges than an anti-natal clinic. BILL: What's that? BILL: Hang on a minute. We are under Fleet Street? DAVID: Well, you've got the map. BILL: According to this, there was work done here seven years ago. Three half walls with bolted buttresses. DAVID: We must be in the wrong tunnel. BILL: No, we're not. DAVID: Hang on, I'll check it out. BILL: No, we are in the right tunnel. David? David! David? You all right? David! DOCTOR: Here we go again. DOCTOR: Oh, there you are. Soon put you to rights. DOCTOR: Well, that shouldn't have happened. PERI: What are you doing? DOCTOR: Something I should have done a long time ago. DOCTOR: Repair the chameleon circuit. PERI: What? DOCTOR: The TARDIS, when working properly, is capable of many amazing things, not unlike myself. One of its functions is that it can change shape to blend perfectly with its surrounding environment. PERI: I see. DOCTOR: Not yet, you don't. I wonder why I didn't do it before. PERI: Look, Doctor, do you really think you're up to this? I mean, you've only recently regenerated and yet you've undertaken so much work. PERI: Well, what I really mean to say is, you still seem a little unstable. DOCTOR: Unstable? Unstable? Unstable! This is me, Peri. At this very moment I am as s*ab as you will ever see me. PERI: Oh dear. DOCTOR: You must forget how I used to be. I'm a Time Lord. A man of science, temperament and passion. PERI: And a very loud voice. DOCTOR: Yes. Yes, that too. But not unstable. This is the real me, Peri. But don't be afraid. I won't hurt you. I promise. PERI: I still think you're doing too much. You need to rest. DOCTOR: Rest? Nonsense. Rest is for the weary, sleep is for the d*ad. I feel like a hungry man eager for the feast. Now, we've both spent too long in the TARDIS. We need a change. Where would you like to go? PERI: Well DOCTOR: For you, somewhere restful, I think. I'm sure after the bleakness of Jaconda you could do with a sight of green hills, rolling countryside. PERI: Yes, Doctor. DOCTOR: I know the very place. PERI: Doctor, what's happening? DOCTOR: Just hold on. PERI: I'm being (something) DOCTOR: Keep hold. LYTTON: Here we are, gentlemen. Inside that building is ten million pounds in diamonds. PAYNE: Tasty. GRIFFITHS: Very tasty. LYTTON: How long will you need? RUSSELL: About half an hour. LYTTON: I'll send these two back with the car. RUSSELL: There's no need. I'll get a cab. LYTTON: I said, Russell, I'll send the car for you. RUSSELL: Right. LYTTON: Don't look so hurt. We're not going back to the flat. We're doing the job today. GRIFFITHS: That's all of a sudden, isn't it? LYTTON: You had something else planned? GRIFFITHS: No, it's just that I was expecting a bit more notice. LYTTON: We go today, without fail. RUSSELL: What if I can't get the expl*sives? LYTTON: You assured me there's be no slip-ups. RUSSELL: Yeah. But seven kilos of plastic at such short notice? LYTTON: I hope you're not telling me that there'll be problems, Russell, because if you are, I shall be very angry. RUSSELL: Don't worry, I'll get the stuff. LYTTON: Good. PAYNE: I don't think he likes us very much, Mister Lytton. LYTTON: If he lets me down, he'll have reason not to. You, Payne, will k*ll him. RUSSELL: Job's today. Well, I don't know. He's playing everything so close. There's seven kilos of plastic. Look, don't argue, just have the stuff ready. I'm on my way in. DOCTOR: I must have crossed a wire. PERI: Well, I hope you never do anything more serious. I think my heart is where my liver should be. DOCTOR: Really? At least the TARDIS isn't damaged. PERI: Big deal. DOCTOR: Be grateful. If its shell had been punctured, you'd find it very difficult to breath in a vacuum. PERI: I'm grateful. I'm grateful. Just tell me where we are, if you can. DOCTOR: O child of little faith. PERI: Do you blame me? PERI: What's that? DOCTOR: Comet nine oblique one two oblique four four. To you, Halley's comet. PERI: It's very pretty, but it still doesn't tell me where we are. DOCTOR: In your sun's solar system, in the year that you would calculate as 1985. I was, in fact, taking you to Earth. PERI: Bit of an anticlimax after that journey. DOCTOR: Ungrateful wretch. PERI: Well, what do you expect, applause? DOCTOR: A little gratitude wouldn't irretrievably damage my ego. PERI: Come off it, Doctor. No one is more surprised than you that we came through it. GRIFFITHS: What's this then? I thought we were doing a diamond job. LYTTON: For once, Griffiths, you're right. GRIFFITHS: Then what are we doing here? LYTTON: It may come as a great disappointment to you, but I don't intend to enter the bank g*n blazing and my face covered in a nylon stocking. PAYNE: He's allergic to nylon. GRIFFITHS: No, I'm not. LYTTON: We go in via the sewers. PAYNE: Crafty. GRIFFITHS: Down there? LYTTON: The way is prepared. All we have to do is remove a few bricks and we're in the sewer itself. GRIFFITHS: That's good, but how do we get at the diamonds? LYTTON: Why do you think Russell has gone for expl*sives? GRIFFITHS: You must be joking. Set that lot off, you'll have the old bill down on us. LYTTON: The vibrations will set off every alarm in the area. The police won't know where to start. DOCTOR: There, that should do it. PERI: No more death-defying rides? DOCTOR: Absolutely not. DOCTOR: Well, hopefully not. PERI: Don't you think we should land? DOCTOR: Not at all. I have perfect rapport with this machine. PERI: I only hope the TARDIS knows it. Look, Doctor, out there are thousands, millions of tons of ice. One ill-considered move could cause us to collide with it. I'm scared, Doctor. You don't seem to understand that. DOCTOR: Of course I do. But you have nothing to fear, I promise you. PERI: I hope not. It's rather ironic. On Earth, Halley's comet is always associated with impending disaster. DOCTOR: That's nonsense. PERI: Not when you're this close, it isn't. PAYNE: Lose the motor. Come on. PERI: Does that noise have anything to do with you? DOCTOR: No. It's a distress signal. PERI: How do you know? DOCTOR: Doh. Listen. That is an intergalactic distress call. PERI: Where's it coming from? DOCTOR: Can't be far, the signal is very strong. PERI: What's all that other noise? DOCTOR: I'm not certain. Strange. It's coming from Earth. In 1985? PERI: That's not possible. DOCTOR: Possible it is. Desirable it isn't. I think when we arrive, we should investigate. RUSSELL: Excessive. LYTTON: Insurance. RUSSELL: Start sh**ting that thing off, the police'll be calling out the SAS. GRIFFITHS: He's right. That thing, it's obscene. LYTTON: Armed robbery is armed robbery. RUSSELL: How many of those things are we taking? LYTTON: Just the one. RUSSELL: It's one too many. LYTTON: What about you, Payne? PAYNE: Oh, I'm with you, Mister Lytton. GRIFFITHS: I'm with you, Mister Lytton. You're with anything that gets you money. LYTTON: Certainly there's dissent, and you, Russell, are at the centre of it. RUSSELL: I don't like g*n, and I don't like all this secrecy. We're supposed to be on a job, but we don't know what we're doing. LYTTON: You are new to this group and have yet to gain my confidence, that's why I tell you nothing. These two are muscleheads and wouldn't understand what I said anyway. GRIFFITHS: You've got a rough tongue, Mister Lytton. LYTTON: Which you will learn to live with, Griffiths, otherwise you're out. And as your earnings have never been better, that would be rather foolish, wouldn't it? Let's go. Come on, Payne, there's work to be done. PAYNE: Right. PAYNE: Oh. Hey, how thick is the sewer wall? LYTTON: Oh, nothing you can't handle. PAYNE: I used to use one of these when I worked for the council. LYTTON: This time it's for swinging, not leaning on. DOCTOR: This looks familiar. PERI: Where are we? DOCTOR: Scrap yard. PERI: I didn't mean that. I meant, whereabouts on Earth are we? DOCTOR: London. PERI: It didn't change. DOCTOR: Hmm? PERI: I thought you said it was going to blend into its surroundings. DOCTOR: Oh, she's probably thinking about it. Come on, let's find out where those signals are coming from. PERI: Oh, neat, Doctor. DOCTOR: Neat? PERI: Very neat. I mean, there's nothing at all incongruous about that. DOCTOR: Well, she hasn't done it for a long time. She's out of practice. PERI: Of course, Doctor. PAYNE: Hey, what about the ladder? LYTTON: Leave it. GRIFFITHS: How far do we have to go? LYTTON: About a mile. GRIFFITH: A mile in these boots? PAYNE: Ah, you. Not allergic to walking as well, are you? LYTTON: Move. GRIFFITHS: The boots don't fit me. And it smells. DOCTOR: I suddenly feel conspicuous. PERI: I'm not surprised in that coat. DOCTOR: It's more a question of having organised a surprise party and forgotten who it's for. PERI: Look, Doctor, since you regenerated, it's as though your memory's been put through the meat grinder. I mean, it's all there, but in a pile of unrelated bits and pieces. DOCTOR: That's a horrible simile. PERI: It's true, though. In the past couple of days you've called me Tegan, Zoe, Susan. On one occasion you even referred to me as Jamie. DOCTOR: Merely slips of the tongue. PERI: I rather think they're slips of the mind. And while we're about it, who is this Terrible Zodin? DOCTOR: I called you Zodin, did I? Oh, they don't make villains like her any more. A woman of rare guile and devilish cunning. PERI: Thanks a lot. DOCTOR: Perhaps you're right. My mind may be playing tricks on me. You know, I haven't thought about Zodin for years. PERI: Now where? DOCTOR: That's it. It's unoccupied. PERI: Are you sure this is the right place? DOCTOR: Oh, yes. I'm a fool. Of course I am. That's precisely what I would have done. PERI: What? DOCTOR: Come on. PERI: Oh, what? RUSSELL: I don't want to put the wind up you, but I think we're being followed. LYTTON: Are you sure? RUSSELL: Remember that scuffling sound we heard earlier? I heard it again. LYTTON: Payne, if we are being followed, deal with them. PAYNE: Right, check. LYTTON: This way. DOCTOR: Look, Susan. PERI: Peri. Yeah, well, supposing there really are aliens here on Earth. I mean, does it really matter? I mean, they don't all have ten heads and want to take over the world. DOCTOR: Precisely. The poor thing may be trapped here, terrified. If it is, I can do something about it. PERI: That's if you can find the entrance. How do we get in? DOCTOR: I'm not sure. PERI: Well, there still is a way in? DOCTOR: Of course there is. Somewhere. PERI: What are you searching for? DOCTOR: The source of the distress signal. PERI: I thought you said it was in the house? DOCTOR: It is, but the source of the signal is transmitting from some elsewhere. PERI: I don't understand. DOCTOR: I also detected several weaker signals going into the house. Our alien is being ultra-cautious. He's bouncing the signal off several relay points around London. It could take days to find out where it's coming from. PERI: Giving him plenty of time to move on. DOCTOR: Hmm. You are brilliant, Peri. Absolutely brilliant! If the signal is being relayed to prevent detection, then the house has to be watched. PERI: Otherwise, how would the alien know someone had discovered his main transmitter? DOCTOR: Exactly. Let's find our alien before he has time to vanish. DOCTOR: Almost there. Just got to lock on to his coordinates. PERI: I hope this alien appreciates what we're doing. DOCTOR: I'm sure he will. Probably sitting there all of a dither, waiting for us to arrive. DOCTOR: This is getting ridiculous. PERI: I'm not saying a word. DOCTOR: I was certain I'd fixed it. PERI: Shush! Are you sure this is the right place? PERI: Doc! PERI: Tor. PERI: Doctor? DOCTOR: Not now, Peri. PERI: Doctor! DOCTOR: Ah, how do you do, Constable? PERI: He's got a g*n. DOCTOR: I'm not blind, Peri. You look uncomfortable in that hole. Let me help you out. PERI: Even I couldn't miss from this range. PERI: Never do such a stupid thing again. I could have k*lled you. DOCTOR: I believe you. PERI: Don't patronise me. DOCTOR: I wouldn't dare. You did very well. I'm impressed. PERI: What happened to the other one? DOCTOR: He's er, having a little lie-down. DOCTOR: There. Key. PERI: I'm assuming these aren't the real police. DOCTOR: I think you are correct in that assumption. Thank you. PERI: But why did they try to k*ll us? DOCTOR: The bottom of that pit has been dug out. I think it leads to the sewers. Come on. DOCTOR: Come on, Peri. RUSSELL: Payne's taking his time. GRIFFITHS: He's got lost. No sense of direction. No sense at all, come to that. RUSSELL: You want me to go back? LYTTON: No, he'll find us once we start making some noise. We've arrived. RUSSELL: Can I see the map? LYTTON: Right, Griffiths. That wall will have to come down. GRIFFITHS: How thick is it? LYTTON: Less than you. GRIFFITHS: That's not very kind, Mister Lytton. RUSSELL: Hang on a minute, this is getting stupid. That wall isn't supposed to be there. LYTTON: The map, Russell, simply isn't pinpoint accurate. RUSSELL: Oh, great. Terrific. I thought you'd recced all this. LYTTON: We're in the right place. RUSSELL: But how do we know that's right? Nothing else is. LYTTON: Unless you want to throw away ten million pounds in diamonds, I suggest one of you starts knocking the wall down. PERI: I only hope this is the right direction. DOCTOR: You saw the signs and scuff marks on the bricks. PERI: They could have been made at any time. DOCTOR: No, they're recent. I have an instinct for these things. PERI: To think this is my first visit to London. DOCTOR: It is an interesting city. PERI: I'm sure it's fascinating. It'd be nice to see the sights like a regular tourist. DOCTOR: Hmm? You'll find this route more memorable. PERI: That I believe. LYTTON: Still no sign of Payne? RUSSELL: Something's happened to him. LYTTON: Hardly. GRIFFITHS: Hey. Someone else want to have a go? RUSSELL: Not particularly. GRIFFITHS: This is hard work. LYTTON: There he is. What's he doing down there? RUSSELL: That's not Payne. It's too big. Shut that racket. GRIFFITHS: What's up? RUSSELL: There's someone in the tunnel. Challenge him. GRIFFITHS: We can still k*ll him. LYTTON: No. GRIFFITHS: What's the matter, you lost your bottle? GRIFFITHS: What is it? GRIFFITHS: Let him have it! LYTTON: Hold your f*re! GRIFFITHS: What's your game, Lytton? LYTTON: Move back. Move back! LYTTON: My name is Lytton, and I am your prisoner, Cybermen. PERI: Doctor, you said it was g*n. DOCTOR: I heard me. Someone may be hurt. They may need our help. Come along. PERI: Doctor. DOCTOR: His neck's been broken. PERI: Well, what did we hear? This hasn't been fired. We must fetch the police. DOCTOR: One moment. I'm thinking. PERI: Look, Doctor, this isn't some deserted planet in the middle of nowhere. You don't have to play the Lone Ranger. DOCTOR: Hmm? Yes. Yes, you're absolutely right. But first, let's find some hard evidence. PERI: You've got a body here. What more do you want? DOCTOR: That's just the victim. The police will be more interested in the perpetrator of the crime. This way. LEADER: How did you know where to find us? LYTTON: You have a ship hidden on the dark side of the moon. I tracked your transmissions. LEADER: Inform Moonbase our signals are being detected. They must increase the distortion. LYTTON: You're quite safe. Earth authorities can't pick up your signals. It's beyond their technology. CYBERMAN: You were capable. LYTTON: I am not from Earth. LEADER: So you have said. CYBERMAN: But where do you come from? LYTTON: Vita Fifteen, in the star system six nine zero. LEADER: What is the name of your satellite? LYTTON: Riften Five. LEADER: I have heard of that place. It is occupied by a race of warriors. CYBERMAN: Who fight only for money, Leader. He is not to be trusted. LYTTON: Listen to me. CYBERMAN: You will show respect to the Leader. LYTTON: I will do more than that. I will serve him, aid you in your cause. LEADER: If that is true, when you become as we are, you will serve the Cyber race well. LYTTON: Oh, no, as myself. You forget, Leader, I have been tracking your transmissions. I know why you're here. CYBERMAN: He must be destroyed. He says he comes to aid us yet he carries w*apon. LYTTON: My g*n was used in your cause. I didn't know he was armed. LEADER: You should not have brought others. LYTTON: I brought them as gifts for you to turn into Cybermen. CYBERMAN: He lies, Leader. LEADER: Silence. There is logic in what he says. If he had wished our destruction, he could have betrayed our cause to Earth authorities. LYTTON: Precisely. LEADER: The Cyber Controller can decide their fate. LYTTON: Thank you, Leader. Where will I have the honour of meeting him? LEADER: If you know of our activities, you will know where he is. LYTTON: I assume he is still on the planet Telos. LEADER: He is. BATES: Stratton, grab the head! The head! STRATTON: What now? BATES: Run! DOCTOR: Don't do that! PERI: I'm sorry, I didn't realise you were so scared. DOCTOR: I'm not scared. I was thinking. What do you want? PERI: Well, I was thinking too. You know that man we found back there, do you think the alien k*lled him? And if he did, how do you think it'll respond to us? DOCTOR: With gratitude. After all, I do have the means of getting it off this planet. PERI: I only hope it believes you. DOCTOR: Well, if it doesn't, I shall b*at it into submission with my charm. Come along. RUSSELL: Drop it. I said, drop it, unless you want me to open up his throat. RUSSELL: Over there. Now, who are you? DOCTOR: At the moment, suffice to say that this is Peri and I am known as the Doctor. PERI: Hi. RUSSELL: Where did you get this from? DOCTOR: I found it. RUSSELL: Oh yes? I wasn't aware it was lost. DOCTOR: Put another way, its former owner will have no further use for it. RUSSELL: Turn around. Hands on the wall. STRATTON: We're safe. BATES: Safe? It was a shambles. STRATTON: We got away. BATES: Two of us. How many times have I got to tell you, it takes three to fly the ship. When are you going to get that fact in your thick head? STRATTON: Now is not the time or place to argue. BATES: Argue? I could k*ll you! Why didn't you grab the head? STRATTON: I panicked! BATES: Stratton, without that head and the third member, we are as much prisoners on Telos as if we'd stayed in the work party! GRIFFITHS: You seem to have sorted them out. Wish I had your presence of mind. LYTTON: Really? GRIFFITHS: How did you know all that stuff you told them? LYTTON: Perhaps it's true. GRIFFITHS: You said you came from Fulham. LYTTON: You know, Griffiths, when I look at you, I often wonder why your ancestors bothered to climb out of the primordial slime. GRIFFITHS: That sounds like another insult, Mister Lytton. BATES: I don't believe it. They're working as if nothing had happened. Why didn't any of them try to escape? They know the situation. STRATTON: Maybe they know more than us, or they got more sense. BATES: Sense. Sense! You moron. What do you think we've been doing for the last fortnight? We've been mining the planet with high expl*sive. When the Cybermen leave they're going to destroy the surface of Telos and us with it. STRATTON: Let's get out of here before they come and get us. BATES: They won't be coming to get us. They know precisely where we're going. Cyber Control. CYBERMAN: Controller. CYBERMAN: Two of the work party have escaped. CONTROLLER: Who are they? CYBERMAN: Stratton and Bates. CONTROLLER: That is to be expected. They will attempt to recapture their ship. CYBERMAN: Shall I instruct the flying vessel on its return to remain in orbit. CONTROLLER: No, it must land. We need the ship here. It will also provide the escapees with an incentive. There will be some scientific value in studying how they attempt to evade their destruction. RUSSELL: What's this, then? DOCTOR: A sonic lance. How much longer do we have to maintain this ridiculous posture? We've told you all we know. PERI: Which is more than you have. Who are you? RUSSELL: Police. PERI: Yeah. DOCTOR: Can you prove that? RUSSELL: Put your hands back on the wall. DOCTOR: Peri, g*n! DOCTOR: Sorry about that, but we weren't getting very far with me playing patty-cake with the wall. RUSSELL: Who are you? DOCTOR: I've already told you. I am known as the Doctor. I'm also a Time Lord from the planet Gallifrey in the constellation of Kasterborous. RUSSELL: You're bonkers. DOCTOR: That's debatable, but I'm also telling the truth. The question is, are you? RUSSELL: Yes. DOCTOR: And what are you doing down here? RUSSELL: Robbing a diamond merchants. PERI: I thought the police were supposed to uphold the law? RUSSELL: Oh, they do, most of the time. DOCTOR: You're beginning to annoy me. RUSSELL: The truth wouldn't make much sense to you. DOCTOR: Try me. Oh, I've had enough of this. sh**t him, Peri. PERI: For real? DOCTOR: Yeah, sh**t him. RUSSELL: You m*rder a police officer, you'll get thirty years. DOCTOR: Handful of heartbeats to a Time Lord. PERI: Oh, please tell him what he wants to know. I'm sure it can't be that important. RUSSELL: I'm here to observe the activities of a white male suspect known as Lytton. DOCTOR: Lytton? Tall, lean, dark, dark, well-spoken? The sort of man who might sh**t his mother just to keep his trigger finger supple? RUSSELL: It's a more colourful description, but it could be him. DOCTOR: Commander Lytton, late of the Dalek Task Force. RUSSELL: Dalek? DOCTOR: I should have guessed when we were att*cked by those uniformed policemen. How'd you get onto him? RUSSELL: What? Oh, there was a raid on an electronics firm. Some rather specialised stuff was removed. PERI: I think we know where it went. RUSSELL: Oh. Well, you'll be pleased to hear there's a reward. DOCTOR: Just get on with your story. RUSSELL: Well, there was a whisper on the street that the job was down to Lytton, only we'd never heard of him. DOCTOR: Just as if he'd come from another planet. RUSSELL: Huh, perhaps he might have. When we checked there was no record of his birth, school, driving licence, tax, nothing. Under normal circumstances we'd have just picked him up. DOCTOR: But you were curious. You wanted to know more about him. An act we may all live to regret. Not only is he from another planet, but he's also a professional k*ller. There. RUSSELL: Thank you. DOCTOR: Would you mind, Peri? PERI: Where are we going? DOCTOR: Back to the TARDIS. It's a bit overcrowded down here. LEADER: Lytton, my scouts have located three humanoids in the tunnels. GRIFFITHS: Perhaps it's the old bill. They'll soon sort out this fancy dress party. LEADER: What does he say? LYTTON: He implies it could be the police. LEADER: The intruders must be dealt with. CYBERMAN: Yes, Leader. LEADER: This time they must not be damaged. We cannot afford to be wasteful. Our forces must grow in strength. CYBERMAN: Stratton and Bates have been located. CONTROLLER: So soon? Then give the order. STRATTON: It's not going to work, is it? Are you planning to take the place by storm? BATES: You want to stay here? STRATTON: I want to know what we're going to do when we get to Cyber Control. BATES: First we have to find another Cyber head. STRATTON: Why is that thing so important to you? BATES: Like you, this planet really depresses me. STRATTON: What is it? BATES: A chance to redeem yourself. You'll be all right. We'll only get one chance. STRATTON: I say! Are you looking for me? STRATTON: Well, hurry up. I haven't got all day. STRATTON: You're mad. Why didn't you let me use the g*n on him? BATES: Too risky. You might have damaged it. STRATTON: So? Now you have a trophy. BATES: More than that. Once you've cleaned it out, you can wear it. As prisoner and escort, we might just get into Cyber Control. STRATTON: I will not wear that thing. BATES: You got a better idea? Then get started. CYBERMAN: The escapees have destroyed the Cyber scout. CONTROLLER: That is not possible. CYBERMAN: It is a fact, Controller. CONTROLLER: They are now proving too resourceful. Alert the guard. They must not enter Cyber Control alive. PERI: These tunnels all look the same to me. DOCTOR: This is the right way. RUSSELL: Which way? DOCTOR: Bear left. What is it? RUSSELL: Look for yourself. PERI: What is it? DOCTOR: A Cyberman. CYBERMAN: Leader, the instruments show time distortion nearby. Shall I instruct the scouts to investigate? LEADER: At once. DOCTOR: It's still there. RUSSELL: I saw one of these things earlier. They must be all over the place. PERI: What are they? DOCTOR: A particularly unpleasant alien life form. PERI: Oh. RUSSELL: Where are you going? PERI: You want to fight it? DOCTOR: We can at least try. RUSSELL: What can you do with that? DOCTOR: Shake it up a little. PERI: Let's go, Doctor, please. DOCTOR: Wait, watch and learn. CYBERMAN: A Cyber scout has been destroyed. LEADER: The attackers must be found. GRIFFITHS: Getting a bit rough, is it? LEADER: Remain silent or you will die. Transfer the humanoids to our ship and then seal this place. It must not be discovered. You and you will come with me. DOCTOR: At least we can fight them. PERI: Fight them? We need help. RUSSELL: We need the army. DOCTOR: First, we need a plan. This way. DOCTOR: Quick, up you go. PERI: I'm going, I'm going. DOCTOR: Don't leave the pit till I get there. PERI (OOV.): No, Doctor. DOCTOR: And save your breath for climbing. PERI (OOV.): Yes, Doctor. LYTTON: Sonic lance from Earth? CYBERMAN: An alien? That would make sense of the time distortion, Leader. LYTTON: I can guess who it is. I've been expecting him to return. He calls himself the Doctor. LEADER: Excellent. LYTTON: You know of him? CYBERMAN: He is an enemy of the Cyber race. His capture will serve our term. LEADER: More so the capture of his TARDIS. PERI: Cybermen? DOCTOR: Come on. RUSSELL: That wasn't here before. RUSSELL: How does this thing work? RUSSELL: Sorry. DOCTOR: Careful, there may be others. DOCTOR: Shut the main doors. PERI: Ow! RUSSELL: Peri, look out! PERI: No! RUSSELL: No! PERI: No! LEADER: Destroy her. Destroy her at once. PERI: No!
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att*ck OF THE CYBERMEN BY: "PAULA MOORE" (PAULA WOOLSEY) Part Two Original Air Date: 12 January 1985 Running time: 44:29 DOCTOR: Wait! Let's discuss this, shall we? PERI: I agree. LEADER: There is nothing to discuss. DOCTOR: If you want my cooperation, she must live. LEADER: We cannot agree to bargain, Doctor. It would be unfortunate if you were to be k*lled, but we should still have your TARDIS. DOCTOR: Not anymore, you don't. In precisely twenty seconds, you and it will cease to exist. LEADER: Release the woman. DOCTOR: How do I know you won't cheat and change your mind. LEADER: You have my word. DOCTOR: I'm not sure that's enough. LEADER: Also that of the Cyber Controller. DOCTOR: I thought he was destroyed. LEADER: No, merely damaged. DOCTOR: Where is he now? LEADER: On our home planet, Telos. DOCTOR: I see. PERI: Doctor! LEADER: Correct. We can now time travel. Set the coordinates for Telos. BATES: Come on, hurry up. BATES: You're going to have to try harder than that, Stratton. STRATTON: This isn't going to work. BATES: So you keep saying. STRATTON: Do I look like a Cyberman? BATES: If nobody looks too close. STRATTON: This is fantasy. We won't convince anyone. BATES: Listen, you pathetic creature. All we need do is convince the guard we are prisoner and escort. At least, until we get close enough to deal with them. STRATTON: It won't work. BATES: You'd rather stay out here and die? STRATTON: No. DOCTOR: This is bad news. Very bad news. How can they have discovered the laws of time? LYTTON: They haven't. A time vessel landed on Telos. The Cybermen were able to capture it. DOCTOR: So they only have one ship? LYTTON: They will have two with your TARDIS. DOCTOR: Doesn't make it any less depressing. How do you know what happened on Telos? LYTTON: What does it matter? Just be grateful you're alive. PERI: I assume you two know each other. DOCTOR: Unfortunately, yes. The last time we met, he was working for the Daleks. LYTTON: That wasn't out of choice. Your regeneration has made you vindictive, Doctor. DOCTOR: Not at all. I've never found it difficult to despise people like you. LYTTON: I'm not working for the Cybermen. I'm in the same predicament as you. Look around you. PERI: I think he means he's also a prisoner. DOCTOR: More likely a spy. PERI: Does it really matter? He won't learn very much, and we certainly aren't going anywhere except Telos, wherever that is. GRIFFITHS: Yes, where is it? Look, I'm finding all this a bit disturbing. Cybermen, now Daleks. Time travel in an organ. PERI: You'll get used to it. CYBERMAN: Control, our instruments register an irregular transmission from the TARDIS. CONTROLLER: Inform the Cyber Leader on board. It will be the Doctor attempting to inform the Time Lords of his destination. CYBERMAN: The Time Lords will attempt to stop us. CONTROLLER: Whatever in their wisdom the Time Lords decide, they will be too late. Telos will have been destroyed and we shall have the Doctor's TARDIS. LYTTON: Is this any use? I wouldn't try sticking it into the Cyber Controller. He might snap your hand off. PERI: What are you trying to do? DOCTOR: Upset the navigational control. If I can distort the coordinates by just a fraction of a degree PERI: We'd miss Telos. DOCTOR: Not quite. GRIFFITHS: What is Telos? Is no one going to tell me? LYTTON: I would have thought, Griffiths, even you would have managed to work that out by now. Telos is the Cybermen's home planet. DOCTOR: Uh huh. Adopted planet. You'd have liked Telos, Peri, in the old days when the Cryons were in residence. They were the indigenous population till the Cybermen wiped them out. LYTTON: They had nowhere else to go. DOCTOR: Oh, for heaven's sake, man. The universe is littered with unpopulated planets. LYTTON: But few with the facilities that Telos offered. DOCTOR: Well, that's hardly an excuse. PERI: What does he mean? DOCTOR: Refrigeration. PERI: That's a strange reason to commit genocide. DOCTOR: Not when you build refrigerated cities the way the Cryons did. They had a genius for it. Mind you, they had to. They couldn't live in temperatures above zero. GRIFFITHS: But why did the Cybermen need the cold? DOCTOR: Hibernation. They were running out of power. They needed to rest. And whatever you may say, Lytton, they could have built their own hibernation plant and refrigeration chambers anywhere. PERI: Well, why not on their own planet? I assume they had one. What's the matter? GRIFFITHS: What is the matter? LYTTON: Yes, Doctor. What's the matter? CYBERMAN: Cyber Control reports that we are transmitting an irregular signal. LEADER: Prepare for our arrival on Telos and bring the Doctor to me. DOCTOR: Mondas, the Cyber planet, was destroyed. LYTTON: But tell them how it was destroyed. DOCTOR: You're enjoying this. LYTTON: It's not often I have the opportunity to watch a Time Lord squirm. DOCTOR: It blew up. LYTTON: Whilst it was attacking Earth. GRIFFITHS: What? LYTTON: Tell them when. DOCTOR: Take no notice of him. He's just trying to unnerve you. Your planet survived the att*ck. PERI: When did it happen? DOCTOR: 1986. GRIFFITHS: Next year? That's almost now. DOCTOR: You could put it that way. PERI: Well, you must do something. Inform Earth, tell them it's coming. I mean, what's happening to us now must have something to do with that. DOCTOR: How can I do anything? I'm a prisoner. LYTTON: Even if he were free, he couldn't. He would transgress the laws of time. PERI: You interfere continually. DOCTOR: Not to that extent. Even I have to be careful. LYTTON: The Time Lords would have him destroyed. DOCTOR: And that would please you. Look, don't worry. Earth survived with minimal damage. It's an historical fact. LYTTON: Yes, it's now become part of the web of time in the same way that the Cryons were destroyed. PERI: I'm not interested in the Cryons. LYTTON: Hmm. There's compassion for you. PERI: I didn't mean it like that. I'm confused. GRIFFITHS: So am I. I mean, how can a planet travel around off its orbit? DOCTOR: Mondas had a propulsion unit. A tribute to Cyber engineering. Though why they should want to push a planet through space, I've no idea. CYBERMAN: You will come with me. PERI: Why? DOCTOR: Go with him. This is no time to be difficult. CYBERMAN: And you will go to the console room. DOCTOR: Telos. CYBERMAN: There is a rogue Cyberman on level four, Controller. CONTROLLER: We must cease reactivation. CYBERMAN: We are still finding undamaged specimens in hibernation. CONTROLLER: But not enough to justify the heavy casualties being sustained by our resuscitation team. Cease reactivation. CYBERMAN: Controller. CONTROLLER: And order the rogue destroyed. DOCTOR: We had an agreement. LEADER: The woman is unharmed. Telos is cold. She must have warmer clothing. I have kept my word but you have deceived us. DOCTOR: What have I done? LEADER: You will disconnect the signal you are transmitting. LEADER: You are foolish, Doctor. Next time, we will k*ll you. STRATTON: I can't breath. BATES: Leave it alone. We're too close to Cyber Control. STRATTON: I've got to rest for a minute. BATES: Cybermen aren't supposed to rest. PERI: What happened? DOCTOR: A little disagreement with our tin friends. PERI: You look terrible. DOCTOR: Not half as bad as I feel. CYBERMAN: We are about to materialise. PERI: (quietly) What have you done? DOCTOR: (quietly) Nothing much. GRIFFITHS: What happened to the organ? PERI: Do you really want to know? Oh, this place is so cold! DOCTOR: I'd forgotten how big they were. LYTTON: I can understand why they call them tombs. PERI: I'm pleased you two are so impressed. I find the whole place hateful. DOCTOR: Yes, I suppose the atmosphere is rather rancid. PERI: And it's freezing cold. LEADER: We have materialised in the wrong place. DOCTOR: Really? LYTTON: He almost sounded concerned. DOCTOR: Yes. I wonder why? CONTROLLER: The TARDIS must be brought here. Despatch technicians to implement my orders. CYBERMAN: At once, Controller. PERI: Oh, what is that terrible smell? LYTTON: Death. GRIFFITHS: Trust him to cheer everyone up. PERI: What do you mean, death? LYTTON: The sour, rank odour of death is unmistakable. PERI: They're not d*ad. The Cybermen are hibernating. DOCTOR: You know far more than you're saying. LYTTON: You'll find out, Doctor, all in good time. PERI: How can they smell? They can't be rotting, this place is freezing cold. LEADER: We must leave this place at once. DOCTOR: Why? LEADER: We have far to travel, and the Controller awaits your arrival. LYTTON: This way. DOCTOR: Run, Peri! PERI: What about you? LEADER: He must not be harmed. CYBERMAN: What about the others, Leader? LEADER: They are unimportant. PERI: No! No! No! LYTTON: Come on, keep moving. GRIFFITHS: Just hang on a minute. I've been messed around enough today. Where are we going? LYTTON: You want to get home? GRIFFITHS: You can say that again. LYTTON: That's where you're going. GRIFFITHS: Oh, I see. You've got a taxi waiting. THREST (OOV.): He speaks the truth. GRIFFITHS: What's that? THREST: My name is Threst. Welcome, Lytton. GRIFFITHS: Does she know who you are? THREST: Of course. Lytton has come to help us. GRIFFITHS: You certainly know how to put yourself about. LYTTON: I was stranded on Earth. I sent out a distress call, the Cryons picked it up. THREST: And we told him the Cybermen had inv*de our planet. LYTTON: And I tricked the Cybermen into bringing us here to Telos. THREST: For we need Lytton's help to defeat them. We also need you. GRIFFITHS: Me? THREST: It was why you were brought here. LYTTON: I haven't told him yet. GRIFFITHS: You never did intend to do that diamond job. LYTTON: Would you have come if I'd told you the truth? GRIFFITHS: You bet I wouldn't. LYTTON: That, Griffiths, is why I didn't tell you. GRIFFITHS: That, Mister Lytton, is why two men are d*ad. LYTTON: It wasn't of my making. GRIFFITHS: It certainly wasn't of theirs. THREST: We realise this must be confusing for you, but there is a way for you to get home. And of course, being a professional like Lytton, we realise your time is valuable. GRIFFITHS: Are you winding me up? LYTTON: Attempting to annoy. THREST: I hope not. We intend to pay you. GRIFFITHS: What can you pay me? LYTTON: The equivalent of two million pounds in uncut diamonds. THREST: We were surprised you wanted so little. LYTTON: Diamonds are common on Telos. GRIFFITHS: What am I supposed to do for these? LYTTON: Help me steal a time vessel. FLAST: Welcome. DOCTOR: Hello. I'm the Doctor. FLAST: My name is Flast. GRIFFITHS: Look, what am I supposed to do? I'm none too clever behind the wheel of a car, never mind a time vessel. LYTTON: Your function, as always, Griffiths, is muscle. THREST: And we have a crew. GRIFFITHS: So what do I do? LYTTON: Keep me alive. GRIFFITHS: A minder? LYTTON: A bodyguard. THREST: An honourable profession. GRIFFITHS: But why me? Why can't one of your lot do it? THREST: We can only exist in temperatures below zero degrees. If I were to venture onto the surface of the planet, I would boil. LYTTON: Come on, Griffiths. You're getting two million pounds for what would be little more than a day's work. GRIFFITHS: But will I live to spend it? LYTTON: If we capture the time vessel, yes. GRIFFITHS: If we don't? LYTTON: We'll be turned into emotionless Cybermen. ROST: Peace, child. We mean you no harm. VARNE: We rescued you from the Cybermen, at no inconsiderable risk to ourselves. PERI: Oh, yes. I'm sorry, I'm confused. ROST: You must rest, then we will talk. PERI: Who are you? ROST: My name is Rost. This is Varne. PERI: I'm Peri. I'm from the planet Earth. ROST: We know, child. VARNE: We are Cryons. We no longer have a planet. STRATTON: We won't get away with this. BATES: Shut up! DOCTOR: I thought the Cybermen had destroyed the Cryons. FLAST: So did they, but as you see, some of us survived. Not many, but some. You're looking very blue. DOCTOR: Do you mean depressed, or cold? FLAST: Ah. I think I shall enjoy your company. DOCTOR: Not for long, I hope. I won't last half an hour in here. It's freezing. FLAST: You are, in fact, the first company I've had in some time. I honestly thought I would die without ever seeing another humanoid face. DOCTOR: Enjoy me while you can. I hope not to be around for too long. FLAST: Ah, escape. They all talk about that for the first few minutes, then they become depressed. It's the locked door and the armed guard that's the unsolvable problem. DOCTOR: Really. Could also have something to do with the lack of support on the part of their cellmate. FLAST: I hate the Cybermen more than you could ever know, and if I could do anything to frustrate or obstruct their course, I certainly would. DOCTOR: It seems your people have done quite a lot already. I assume you are responsible for the stench of death everywhere? FLAST: I would be happier if the Cyber Controller and the others were all d*ad. DOCTOR: So would I, especially now that they can time travel. FLAST: Oh, but they can't. Not properly. DOCTOR: They have a ship. FLAST: Which they stole. They don't fully understand the principle of time. DOCTOR: That's reassuring. FLAST: I wouldn't get too excited. DOCTOR: I rarely do. FLAST: Because what they have in mind will undoubtedly distress you. DOCTOR: Well, tell me gently. FLAST: They intend to change history. DOCTOR: They can't! It's against all the laws of time! FLAST: Then perhaps you should tell them, because if you don't, they intend to prevent Mondas from being destroyed. CYBERMAN: All charges on the surface of the planet are set and primed. CONTROLLER: Excellent. Instruct the technicians the TARDIS must be brought here as soon as possible. GRIFFITHS: This place is enormous. We'll never find them out here. LYTTON: Yes, we will. GRIFFITHS: That thing. What does it do? LYTTON: It detects Cybermen, and there are two very close. BATES: That's right. Don't turn round. Throw the g*n down. Now the bag. BATES: You're looking for us? LYTTON: If you're Bates and Stratton, yes. BATES: So you found us. LYTTON: I think we can help each other. BATES: Really? BATES: He's flesh and blood. GRIFFITHS: What's he talking about? BATES: This one too. GRIFFITHS: Are they Cybermen? LYTTON: Almost. BATES: This is what the Cybermen do to you. GRIFFITHS: How much of you? BATES: Arms and legs. Their conditioning process doesn't always work. GRIFFITHS: You're sort of rejects. BATES: That's one way of putting it. GRIFFITHS: Will they do that to us? LYTTON: If they find us. But we won't be here. Like you, we want to steal the time vessel. BATES: We don't need you. LYTTON: The time vessel needs a crew of three, at minimum. Now, there are two of us and there are two of you. I don't know how you intend to get onto the landing pad, but I have a safe route. Through Cyber Control. BATES: Where'd you get this from? LYTTON: The Cryons. PERI: Look, I know you're busy ROST & VARNE: Come, child. ROST: You should be resting. PERI: There isn't time. I have a friend, the Doctor. He's a prisoner of the Cybermen. ROST & VARNE: We know. And we know what you're about to ask. ROST: Rescue is out of the question. We cannot go into Cyber Control. It is far too warm for us. We would boil and die. PERI: But the Doctor, he's a man of enormous resourcefulness. He could help. How did you know that was the Doctor? I arrived with three men. ROST: You never were very bright. VARNE: You should have k*lled her, then I wouldn't need to be. Anyway, she can't use the information. PERI: You know Lytton, don't you. BOTH: We do, child. PERI: The man's a criminal. VARNE: Which is an excellent qualification for what he has to do. PERI: He's working for you? I don't understand this. What can he do? VARNE: Prevent the Cybermen leaving Telos. PERI: But I thought you would have been glad to see them go. ROST: On their departure they will attempt to destroy our planet. PERI: But that's pointless. VARNE: Nothing the Cybermen do is pointless. They want to study the effect of the expl*si*n on the planet's atmosphere. PERI: I see. ROST: Not fully, child. The Cybermen want to change history VARNE: It's the only way their race can survive. To do that, they must destroy Earth. PERI: What! ROST: You see, it was their encounter with Earth that brought about the destruction of their own planet, Mondas. For Mondas to survive, Earth must be destroyed. CYBERMAN: Our scouts have located the entrance to Cyber Control Stratton and Bates have used. LEADER: Instruct the scouts to follow and destroy the SVPs at once. DOCTOR: Mondas? Oh, I think my blood's beginning to congeal. Are you sure about this? FLAST: Oh yes, I'm sure. DOCTOR: How do they intend to destroy Earth? FLAST: It would only be necessary to disrupt it. DOCTOR: It would still take rather a large b*mb. FLAST: They have one. A natural one. In fact, it's heading towards Earth at this very moment. DOCTOR: Halley's comet? FLAST: That's right. They plan to divert it, cause it to crash into Earth. It'll make a very loud bang. DOCTOR: Indeed it will. It'll also bring about a massive change in established history. The Time Lords would never allow it. FLAST: Who knows? Perhaps their agents are already at work. DOCTOR: Well, if they are, they're taking their time about it. For a start, why? Wait a minute. No! No, not me! You haven't manoeuvred me into this mess just so I can get you out of it! It would have helped if I had known what was going on! FLAST: You are a Time Lord? DOCTOR: Yes. And at the moment, a rather angry one. FLAST: I want to see the Cybermen dealt with as much as the Time Lords do. DOCTOR: Oh? But surely, it must have occurred to you that if Mondas hadn't been destroyed, the Cybermen would never have come here. FLAST: Of course, but my people have accepted their fate. Your problem is to convince the Cybermen of theirs. I think I can help you. I managed to open one of these, but I couldn't do anything with it. DOCTOR: What is it? FLAST: Vastial. It's a mineral, very common in the colder areas of Telos. It's also very unstable. In fact, you have enough in your hand to blow it off. At this temperature, though, it's quite safe, quite useless, otherwise the Cybermen would hardly have locked us in here with it. DOCTOR: How warm does it have to get before it becomes unfriendly? FLAST: Ten degrees above zero. Fifteen, and it self-ignites. GRIFFITHS: Over here? LYTTON: Up there. g*n? I'll keep you covered. LYTTON: Now move. LYTTON: Help! BATES: There's nothing we can do to help him. Are you coming? FLAST: Even if you can get the door open, the guard in the corridor is armed. DOCTOR: So you said. And so are we. FLAST: But we're in here and he's out there. DOCTOR: First things first. How much of this stuff do we need to destroy the guard? FLAST: Very little. DOCTOR: Now, you're sure this will explode on contact with warm air? FLAST: Of course, but how will you get it out of here? DOCTOR: Wait, watch and learn. DOCTOR: If I do get it open, what happens to you? You can't leave here. The warmth in the corridor will k*ll you. FLAST: Destroy the guard first, then we'll discuss it. DOCTOR: When they learn about this, they'll k*ll you. FLAST: They'll simply complete a job they started some time ago. That is what I've been waiting for, Time Lord. FLAST: There is enough expl*sive in here to annihilate Cyber Control. DOCTOR: Well, there's not much power left in this lance, and that stuff is very cold. It may not generate enough heat. FLAST: The Cybermen will not leave Telos. ROST: You must wait here, child. There will be a guard on the TARDIS. PERI: It won't work. I can't operate the controls. If I try to move the TARDIS, anything could happen. VARNE: We said we'd help you. PERI: I don't think you realise how temperamental that machine is. I mean, even the Doctor has problems piloting it. VARNE: Varne. THREST: Lytton has been taken prisoner. ROST: The TARDIS must be moved. CONTROLLER: You have wasted both our time and energy. I know that you plan to steal or destroy my time vessel. You will tell me how it is to be done. ROST: There is a guard. There may be others inside. PERI: Well, don't look at me. I'm not going in after them. CONTROLLER: You are foolish, Lytton. You could have saved yourself from pain. I told you you would tell us everything. Now you will become as we are. CYBERMAN: The time vessel is approaching Telos, Controller. CONTROLLER: Excellent. Order it to land and have the Doctor brought to me. CYBERMAN: Controller. (beep) The Cyberman guarding the Doctor does not respond. CONTROLLER: Show him to me. CONTROLLER: The Doctor has escaped. He must be found. DOCTOR: Hello. I'm the Doctor. VARNE: Unless you help us, you won't be for very much longer. PERI: Doctor, you escaped. You've got to help me. They want to destroy the TARDIS. DOCTOR: Well, that's not very friendly. ROST: It would be more accurate to say that we do not wish the Cybermen to control it. DOCTOR: Well, there at least we agree. How many Cybermen are inside the TARDIS? VARNE: We have no way of telling. DOCTOR: Then we must find out. DOCTOR: Do you mind? PERI: What are you doing? DOCTOR: Cybermen have an inbuilt distress signal. PERI: But this thing's d*ad. DOCTOR: The signal is mechanical, not organic. There may be enough power left in this battery to transmit. PERI: And achieve what? DOCTOR: A reaction from those inside the TARDIS. The Cybermen have one weakness. They'll react to the distress of their own kind. When I was a prisoner in Cyber Control, I met a friend of yours. VARNE: Flast? But we thought she was d*ad. DOCTOR: If she isn't now, she soon will be. She's at the moment the living detonator of a b*mb that could go off at any second and k*ll us all. LEADER: Search the room. The Doctor may have interfered with the vastial. CYBERMAN: Leader. LEADER: How long has the Doctor been gone? FLAST: I don't know. I don't have an instrument for measuring time. LEADER: You will answer my questions. FLAST: I will not. LEADER: Very well, take her outside. BATES: According to the map, the launching pad is on the other side of this door. STRATTON: We made it! GRIFFITHS: Let's get aboard the ship before we open the champagne. BATES: Give me that thing. Ready? CYBERMAN: The intruders have been destroyed. CONTROLLER: Excellent. You will all accompany me. DOCTOR: Are you ready? ROST: Yes. DOCTOR: There are two of them. This way. DOCTOR: I'm sorry. ROST: Please remove your TARDIS from Telos before you have to be rescued again. DOCTOR: What about you, Rost? ROST: We shall survive. PERI: But Doctor, what about Lytton? DOCTOR: Hmm? PERI: He's been captured by the Cybermen. DOCTOR: That should make him happy. PERI: You don't understand. He's working for the Cryons. DOCTOR: For you? ROST: Yes, for us. PERI: Well, you can't just let him die. DOCTOR: Where's he likely to be now? ROST: In the laboratory. DOCTOR: I'll see what I can do. Good luck. ROST: And to you, Doctor. CONTROLLER: Hurry. CYBERMAN: Controller, the technicians at the Doctor's TARDIS do not respond to our call. CONTROLLER: That is not possible. CYBERMAN: Instruments also indicate time disturbance. CONTROLLER: The TARDIS has been moved. LYTTON: I know you. DOCTOR: That's right. And I'm just beginning to find out about you. LYTTON: Did you put the sonic lance to good use? DOCTOR: I did. Why didn't you say something? LYTTON: Now you must k*ll me. DOCTOR: I can help you. Hang on. LYTTON: The drug is affecting my brain. Irreversible damage. DOCTOR: I'm the Doctor. I'll tell you if its irreversible or not. Now just hang on. LYTTON: I did my best. I kept my word. DOCTOR: I know. LYTTON: Please, Doctor. k*ll me. CONTROLLER: Move away from him, Doctor. CONTROLLER: Emotion is a weakness. DOCTOR: I don't think so. CONTROLLER: It brought you back for your friend and it will cost you your life. DOCTOR: I must help him. PERI: It's too late, Doctor. He's d*ad. DOCTOR: I can't just leave him. PERI: You must. There's nothing you can do. DOCTOR: Why didn't he say something? PERI: You never gave him a chance. DOCTOR: It didn't go very well, did it? PERI: Earth's safe. So is history and the web of time. DOCTOR: I meant on a personal level. I don't think I've ever misjudged anybody quite as badly as I did Lytton.
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VENGEANCE ON VAROS BY: PHILIP MARTIN Part One Original Air Date: 19 January 1985 Running time: 44:42 ARAK: Not him again. ETTA: Yeah. ARAK: ComDiv must be running short of people to laserise. ETTA: Yeah. ARAK: Rubbish. He's not hurt, he's only acting. ETTA: Never. ARAK: Is this all? ETTA: It's what they sent. ARAK: How can I work, dig on this? It's not enough to fill a clinker-mole's belly, let alone a working man's. ETTA: There's shortages, maybe more to come. ETTA: Governor's punch-in vote tonight. ARAK: Voting, voting. This Governor calls a punch-in every time he wants to change his trousers. The sooner he gets ruled out, the better. ETTA: What would the next one do different? ARAK: Everything. Anything. What is this I'm eating, Etta? ETTA: How should I know? I just get it out the dispenser. It didn't have a label on it. ARAK: Get off. I want to chuck it at the screen when your beloved Sir Governor begs my vote. ETTA: Attacking ComTec property can bring loss of viewing rights. Way you're thinking, you'll be in that one's place. I'd like to see how far you get in the Dome of Punishment. You'd not even survive the first distort section. ARAK: Marriage to you prepares me to survive anything. Why have they stopped? Oh, it's pathetic. When did they last show something worth watching, eh? When did we last see a decent execution. ETTA: Last week. ARAK: What? ETTA: The blind man. ARAK: That was a repeat. ETTA: It wasn't. You're thinking of that infiltrator. He wasn't blind. Not at the beginning, anyway. ARAK: Yes, he was. I'm going to sleep, anyway. ETTA: Can't. You've got to vote. ARAK: Do it for me. ETTA: Do you want PolCorps calling here? Do you, Arak? ARAK: How would they know it wasn't me voting? ETTA: I'd tell 'em. DOCTOR: That's it. PERI: I don't believe it. DOCTOR: I haven't told you what I've done, yet. PERI: You sound confident. I don't want to know. DOCTOR: What is the matter with you? PERI: Every time you sound confident nowadays, something terrible seems to happen. DOCTOR: Does it? What do you mean? PERI: Well, since we left Telos, you've caused three electrical fires, a total power failure, and a near collision with a storm of asteroids. Not only that, you've twice managed to get yourself lost in the TARDIS corridors, wiped the memory of the flight computer and jettisoned three quarters of the storage hold. You even managed to burn dinner last night. DOCTOR: I have never said I was perfect. PERI: If you recall, last night I was supposed to have a cold supper. DOCTOR: That was an unfortunate accident. PERI: Before each and every unfortunate accident, you've said in a loud, confident voice, that's it. And to be honest, Doc, I am getting tired of clearing up the mess and being thrown around the TARDIS like the teddy bear of some psychotic baby. DOCTOR: Have you finished, Perpugilliam? PERI: For the moment. DOCTOR: It's a good thing I like you. PERI: Right now, the feeling isn't mutual. DOCTOR: What more do you want? I've cleared up as you requested. I've s*ab the chameleon circuit. PERI: So now what will we materialise as? DOCTOR: A police box. I think. PERI: Well, better than a pyramid or Nelson's column. DOCTOR: We have never materialised as Nelson's column! PERI: We did as a pyramid. On the frozen plains of Ewa Nine, remember? DOCTOR: It's a good thing I'm a tolerant man, because sometimes you push me too far. PERI: You're the most inconsistent and intolerant man I've ever met. DOCTOR: Intolerant? DOCTOR: Intolerant? DOCTOR: Intolerant? Me? PERI: Then why are you shouting? DOCTOR: Because DOCTOR: There's something wrong. PERI: What? DOCTOR: Shush. There's something amiss in the power transmission system. PERI: Still? After all the work you've done? DOCTOR: It's the one area I didn't check. PERI: Oh, great. Aren't there emergency power circuits or something? DOCTOR: It seems that function is about to become defunct too. PERI: Terrific. DOCTOR: The problem is, Peri, we are faced with a conundrum wrapped up in a dilemma. PERI: What exactly does that mean? DOCTOR: We could very well be stuck in a limbo of space and time. PERI: For how long? DOCTOR: Eternity. SIL: You're a reasonable man. Lower the price of your commodity a little, please. GOVERNOR: My people deserve fair prices for the Zeiton-7 ore. SIL: Who else will buy from you if my corporation withdraws its contract? GOVERNOR: We shall have to find other outlets, I should think. SIL: You are not a rich planet. Zeiton is all you have to sell. GOVERNOR: There are other exports. We're expanding into entertainments and communications with some success. SIL: How? GOVERNOR: The Punishment Dome. We sell tapes of what happens there. SIL: Ah, that is enterprising. Your idea, Governor? GOVERNOR: Yes. SIL: Are they very disturbing, these videos you sell? GOVERNOR: They show what befalls those who refuse to obey the orders by which the people of Varos must live. SIL: t*rture? Blindness? Executions? GOVERNOR: All the functions of the Punishment Dome are recorded as warnings to miscreants everywhere. SIL: But they entertain as well as instruct? GOVERNOR: You must ask my Chief Officer. He is responsible for ComTec Division product. SIL: I will hope to help organise your sales exports, if you consent to lower your Zeiton price. GOVERNOR: I can't. I'm sorry. SIL: Then my patience is exhausted and spent totally. CHIEF: The people are anxious for a decision on the new price of our product. GOVERNOR: Negotiations between ourselves and Galtron Mining are far from complete. The broadcast must be delayed. CHIEF: Impossible. The rules must be obeyed by Governors as well as prisoners. GOVERNOR: What is the difference? CHIEF: What point have you reached, gentlemen? SIL: Stalemate, on contract, royalties, everything. CHIEF: But surely, a little movement regarding cost? SIL: Already I have gone beyond my authority to meet the stubbornness of this Governor. GOVERNOR: We must have an increase of price. We must. SIL: I will wait. Perhaps the next Governor will be more sensible of reality. GOVERNOR: I am the Governor. You deal with me. SIL: But tonight you must place yourself at the mercy of the votes of your people. Should they not agree with your stubborn stance, you may be obliterated. CHIEF: He is right, sir. GOVERNOR: I am not afraid to die. My family have served and perished at the will of the people. Now, if it is my turn, so be it. DOCTOR: That's interesting, not to say arresting. PERI: Where are we? DOCTOR: Neither here nor there. PERI: Doctor. DOCTOR: Somewhere. Let's see. DOCTOR: Stalled, in the equivalent of a galactic lay-by. See? PERI: No. DOCTOR: Midway between Cetes and Sculptor. Materialised into actual and temporal void. PERI: Yes, but why won't it move? DOCTOR: This is the one problem the TARDIS cannot overcome. Like all things in the universe, she cannot move without power and energy. PERI: Yes, Doctor, but we can. Don't give up, please. DOCTOR: It's all right for you, Peri. PERI: Me? Why is it okay for me? DOCTOR: You've only got one life. You'll age here in the TARDIS and then die. Me, I shall go on regenerating until all my lives are spent. SIL: Like this Governor we do not. Replace you must arrange most soon. That is what our secret payments to you are for. CHIEF: My dear Sil, a little patience is all that is required. Trust me. SIL: Do you think he suspects the truth of matters? CHIEF: No, he simply wants a better deal. SIL: Maybe I should dispense with your payoffs. Perhaps I should offer that and you to him. CHIEF: You simply really mustn't thr*at me. You need me for what you hope to gain here. SIL: If I do not succeed one way, I favour another. Enough talk. I would wish to witness the suffering moments of this fool Governorship. CHIEF: I'm sorry. Sil refuses to increase his offer. GOVERNOR: In a few moments, I have to appear before ViewPol. Propose further austerities, food dole, work feed cuts. They won't accept it. The vote against me will be overwhelming. We know what that will do. CHIEF: The Constitution requires that Governors who fail to please the majority must suffer. It is the price of failure. GOVERNOR: Even until death. I wish I had something to offer the people of Varos. Something to give them hope. CHIEF: Bend the truth a little. Imply you intend to squeeze a few million extra credits at the Galatron negotiations, and if you don't, well, fools have short memories. BAX: You must make ready for the broadcast, sir. GOVERNOR: Yes, yes, yes. GOVERNOR: Good evening. GOVERNOR (on screen): For centuries, the Galatron Mining Corporation has declared rich dividends by exploiting our labour. Now is the time to steel ourselves for sacrifice, to gain what is ours by right. GOVERNOR (on screen): As always, I seek ways to market the resources of our poor planet ARAK: Blah, blah, blah. Get to the point. ETTA: Shut your mouth. GOVERNOR (on screen): Seven credits per unit of zeiton ore mined is what I asked. ARAK: Well, you won't get it. ETTA: One more yak out of you, Arak, and you're down on my ViewStat report as a subvert. GOVERNOR (on screen): Surely that is not too much to ask. ARAK: I'm entitled to an opinion. ETTA: Entitled to a vote is all. ARAK: I know how I'll use that, then. GOVERNOR (on screen): Viewers of Varos, I ask that we agree to hold out for what is a fair price for our principal marketable resource, that of zeiton ore. Those who wish to fight alongside me for a prosperous tomorrow, vote Yes to a ten percent reduction of our food rations. Those who wish for full bellies today and nothing to eat tomorrow have the option to punch their No button. ARAK: Right. ARAK: He's lost! Go on, pour it on and on. ETTA: No, no. ARAK: Yes, he's going. Yes, he's snuffed it! ETTA: Has he? ARAK: Oh. Well, next time. Next time for sure. ETTA: He's strong. That's three losing votes in a row! ARAK: Yeah. Next vote will see him blasted out for sure. No one's ever taken four bashings from that cell disintegrator thing. ETTA: I wish you'd leave him alone. ARAK: Why? He's the worst Governor we've had since. Well, since ETTA: Since the last one? SIL: Is the Governor no more? BAX: He survived. Just. SIL: We must arrange good riddance of this bad Governor soon. CHIEF: He is weakened by the human cell disintegration b*mb. Engage him in negotiations now and you may gain advantage. GOVERNOR: Permission to leave Governor's domain. CHIEF: Congratulations, sir. You survived the vote. SIL: Soon, your death will be apparent. You will see. Should we try again to reach agreement before I must communicate with my executive council? GOVERNOR: Later. SIL: Now or never! GOVERNOR: Give me a moment or two. SIL: Very well. Transport me to the office of the Governor. SIL: I find the G-forces of this Varos size world quite excessive. GOVERNOR: I'm so tired. CHIEF: I warned the people would not accept yet more rationing cuts for whatever the reason. GOVERNOR: This system of referendum, how much longer can I survive? CHIEF: One more vote? BAX: Governor, may I suggest you do something to please, to entertain, to please the people. Just to give yourself time to recover your strength. Why not give them the life of the rebel Jondar? After all, it's his death or yours. GOVERNOR: It would have to be something different. BAX: I thought perhaps by laser obliteration, sir, by a concentrated build-up of power. Neutralise the Q switch. That way, the random laser emitter builds up to a giant pulse of light, an expl*si*n of focused laser energy that would wipe the prisoner out of existence. GOVERNOR: We have never shown that style of despatch. CHIEF: Too quick. It would be over too soon. We'd never be able to sell so swift an execution. BAX: It's the uncertainly. No one knows quite when the power will blow. We could get at least ten minutes of tension out of his apprehension and fear. CHIEF: It's novel, I suppose. BAX: I'm sure the video of his execution would sell. You said we must export or die. GOVERNOR: Yes. Yes, I did. Very well, arrange it. And Bax BAX: Sir? GOVERNOR: Thank you for the suggestion. BAX: End random pulses. Conserve CB. Neutralise Q switch. Activate viewer warning of imminent public execution. QUILLAM: Bax. BAX: Sir? QUILLAM: The idea for the random laser obliteration, did that come from you? BAX: Yes, Mister Quillam. QUILLAM: Well done. New variation of execution is always welcome. BAX: Thank you, sir. QUILLAM: I'll bear you in mind when my rehabilitation section's reorganised. BAX: Thank you, sir. I'd welcome a chance to work with you in prison research. QUILLAM: Ah, Chief. What of the seditionist's woman? Does the Governor require sh*ts of her witnessing her husband's obliteration? CHIEF: He didn't ask for them. QUILLAM: No sense of theatre. CHIEF: Shall I order it? QUILLAM: Oh, no, no, no. I have other delights in store for that lady. PERI: Here, a little something to stop you sighing like a steam engine. DOCTOR: What is it? PERI: TARDIS manual. I found it in the workshop propping open a vent. DOCTOR: Oh, yeah. Started reading that once. PERI: Hey! Won't that tell you what's wrong with the TARDIS? DOCTOR: Huh, I know perfectly well what category of disaster has befallen us. PERI: The comparator? DOCTOR: No. No, not this time. Might as well confirm my diagnosis. Something to pass eternity with, I suppose. PERI: Doctor, the column moved! DOCTOR: Oh, yeah? Probably some vestigial power passing through to the transitional elements. Which would mean DOCTOR: Where are we? PERI: What is it? DOCTOR: Yes. Hold that. Don't lose the place. And don't give up hope. Not yet. PERI: Yes, Doctor. GOVERNOR: Another attempt will be made to obtain better terms for the mining of our resources. One other pronouncement. As Governor, I hold final say as to the appeal against sentence of death. The rebel Jondar, although enduring his pre-execution ordeal well, must nevertheless suffer the fate of all who transgress the rules of our society. GOVERNOR (on screen): At eight o'clock, then, attend to your screens to witness what must befall all who oppose the reality of our just constitution. RONDEL: The order for your husband's execution has just been received. ARETA: When is it? RONDEL: Soon. ARETA: Jondar was your friend. RONDEL: Before he rebelled against orders. ARETA: Curious to see how the life of a guard has changed you. RONDEL: I can do nothing. ARETA: Rondel! Do you know what he found, what he saw? RONDEL: No. Please! ARETA: While the rest of us toil without hope, the officer elite enjoy power and luxury. RONDEL: Lies! ARETA: Varos is what is always was. A prison planet, a colony for the criminally insane. The descendants of the original officers still rule, by fear, with the spectacle of death our only entertainment. That is what Jondar found, what he learnt. That is why they want to k*ll him. RONDEL: I must leave. ARETA: Can't we make an attempt to save him? Rondel, please. RONDEL: It's too late. DOCTOR: TR reading from the IV table. PERI: Is that in the hypertime ratio section. DOCTOR: Where else? PERI: Er, orthoganal reading is Zee S plus 101 EQ. DOCTOR: Zee? Oh, zed. PERI: Yes. DOCTOR: Well, that's as it should be. The power conversion factor is s*ab, so why aren't we receiving full transmission of that power? There's a possibility. May I? PERI: What is it? DOCTOR: Let me see. Yes, we might. We'll try. Hold that. PERI: Doctor, it's working! DOCTOR: With the last vestiges of our emergency power booster. Enough for a limited flight, no further. The thing that depresses me most of all is that the transitional elements have lost the capacity to generate orbital energy and should be, must be, replaced. PERI: How long would that take? DOCTOR: No time at all. If we can obtain enough zeiton-7 to reline the transpower system, the TARDIS will be like, well, as she was. No, it's not the fitting that's the problem. Zeiton is a very rare element. It's only to be found on one planet. PERI: Well, let's go there, then. DOCTOR: Hmm? Oh. I suppose if we use the emergency power booster to bypass the failing circuits, we could just reach the planet of Varos in the constellation of Cetes. Question is, when? If we miss their mining era, we'll be stranded for evermore. PERI: Well, anything's better than being stuck here. QUILLAM: What's inside that skull? Anger? Fear? ARETA: Hatred of you, Quillam. QUILLAM: Ah, but hatred of yourself as well. We all have some parts of our mind that we consider unworthy, some memory that makes us shudder and squirm. Do you know what my process of transmutation does? It focuses on the seeds of fear in your mind and makes them grow until you, your body, your face, your entire being, transforms into the image in your mind. You should turn into something quite interesting. A reptile, or something simian perhaps. ARETA: Or something truly loathsome, such as you. QUILLAM: Take her to the rehabilitation unit. RONDEL: Sir. CHIEF: For sedition, thought rebellion, and incitement of other rebels to organise, to unionise and to terrorise the workforce of Varos, the vote of the people was for your death to take place by laser obliteration. JONDAR: The Governor was to consider my appeal! CHIEF: Our Governor bows to the will of his people. As Systems Arbiter and Chief Officer, I confirm that the conditions of the Constitution have been complied with. I therefore permit your execution to proceed. JONDAR: When will this be, Chief Officer? CHIEF: At eight o'clock. You have ample time to compose yourself for eternity. All of five short minutes. CHIEF: It isn't exactly certain when obliteration takes place. Stand clear of the execution site. You have your anti-hallucination helmet? MALDAK: Yes, sir. CHIEF: Good. Switched on? MALDAK: Yes, sir. CHIEF: Good. We wouldn't wish for one of my guards to succumb to the phantoms of the Punishment Dome. Not with all of Varos watching. MALDAK: No, sir. DOCTOR: Ah, who's this coming to welcome us? MALDAK: Control. Senior Guard Maldak 239. Report of fault on anti-hallucination helmet. Am experiencing sensory distortion. Permission to withdraw? CHIEF (OOV.): Stay until after execution. MALDAK: Understood. PERI: Artificial atmosphere, enclosed, underground, breathable. DOCTOR: With distorted readings from a nearby power source. PERI: What kind of place is this, Doctor? Why did that man f*re at us and then turn away as if we didn't exist? DOCTOR: Let's go and ask him. BAX: Sir, Chief, there's something wrong. CHIEF: Be quiet! BAX: But we CHIEF: Attend to your function! SIL: Silence! Execution is imminent. GOVERNOR: What is it? SIL: This is the most wonderful entertainment. DOCTOR: Hello. PERI: Hi! DOCTOR: Not interrupting anything? MALDAK: I know how this place works. I know you are but a product of my mind, and I choose to resist you to know that you cannot exist. DOCTOR: Quite right. MALDAK: Control, Control, my anti-hallucination switch is suffering malfunction. Permission to withdraw. DOCTOR: That's what we've come to fix. Isn't that right, Peri? PERI: Yes, sure. DOCTOR: Let me have it. Come on. Give it to me now. PERI: Doctor, careful! DOCTOR: Thank you. SIL: Is this planned? GOVERNOR: Certainly not. What's happened? CHIEF: I'll alert the IR squad immediately, sir. BAX: Sir, there's another group CHIEF: Yes, thank you, we have seen. GOVERNOR: Are they rebels? BAX: I don't know. GOVERNOR: We must, we must act. SIL: They must be apprehended, sentenced, ex*cuted. All of them! GOVERNOR: Attend to it. CHIEF: Sir. Bax! BAX: Sir. SIL: My company is only interested in s*ab situations. GOVERNOR: Varos has been s*ab for more than two hundred years. SIL: See you remain so, or a most unfavourable report I will give! GOVERNOR: I, I'm SIL: Help him. SIL: Now, my dear friend, what is good price for your zeiton-7 ore? GOVERNOR: Seven credits per unit. Seven. I'm so, so tired. SIL: Seven credits a unit, when the engineers of every known solar system cry out for his product to drive their space-time craft? A planet of fools who don't realise their luck and don't deserve to. Return to our craft. Alert the Council to have a colonising force sent to this sector. sl*ve: Right. SIL: When I control this planet, I will possess the means of power throughout this entire galaxy! And, perhaps, for all others beyond. JONDAR: Help me! Whoever you are, quickly! DOCTOR: Peri, pull his away from the wall. PERI: Like this? DOCTOR: That's it. Right, hold. Close your eyes and wish for luck. Here we go. DOCTOR: Right, now the other one. JONDAR: Who are you? DOCTOR: Let's get back to the TARDIS, I'll explain there. PERI: Doctor! DOCTOR: Then again, retreat another way might be a more viable idea. PERI: They're too close. DOCTOR: Help me turn this round. DOCTOR: Right. DOCTOR: Come on! CHIEF: k*ll laser connection! ARAK: Run! Run! Go on, run! DOCTOR: It's a d*ad end. JONDAR: I can't go on much further. PERI: Nor me. DOCTOR: What is this place? JONDAR: An ordinary prison once, but now. There's a patrol car coming. I'm sorry, I thought there was an escape cell down here. DOCTOR: Let's create a little difficulty for our uniformed friends, shall we? JONDAR: Why should you want to help me? DOCTOR: You're the only person we've encountered so far who hasn't tried to destroy us. Help me. Pull! Pull! DOCTOR: Ah! Right, let's see what I can do with this. Stand back. CHIEF: Where's that emergency lighting? DOCTOR: If you insist. PERI: This way. ARETA: I thought we'd lost you. They set up your execution so quickly we couldn't even stage an attempt at a rescue. JONDAR: I thought he was sent by you. ARETA: No. DOCTOR: I will explain. I'd sooner leave whatever this place is and get back to the safety of the TARDIS, er, ship. JONDAR: Spaceship? PERI: Something like that. ARETA: Rondal's agreed to help us escape through the guard's entrance. RONDAL: We must leave straightaway. DOCTOR: First, I want to know what this place is. JONDAR: This place is where the innocent are tortured as the population gloats over our efforts to survive. RONDAL: Not all enjoy. Some of us seek to help. ARETA: For every Rondal there are thousands of Varosians slumped over their wall screens, deadened by overwork and starvation. DOCTOR: Starvation? But Varos has precious mineral deposits. Zeiton-7. JONDAR: That stuff. Who wants it? DOCTOR: I wouldn't say no to a little. RONDAL: We must go. ARAK: Great! Great, they're getting away! ETTA: Yeah, but wait till they meet the guards at the end of the tunnel. ARAK: Nah, they'll be all right. This batch of rebos are good. ETTA: I like that one, the one in the funny clothes. DOCTOR: Back. DOCTOR: All these cameras, do they feed pictures from here into every home? JONDAR: The whole dome is wired. Areas of ingenious danger lurk in every corner. You can die in so many varied and spectacular ways. ARETA: The cruel thing is that there is supposed to be safe route leading towards an exit. Freedom. DOCTOR: If we can get back to the TARDIS, we can get away from here much more easily. JONDAR: How? PERI: You find a way back to the TARDIS and then the Doctor'll be delighted to demonstrate. ARETA: Do you know where we are? JONDAR: Near the purple zone, next to the interrogation and execution area. ARETA: Is there another way to get back to his spaceship? DOCTOR: TARDIS. JONDAR: Not without traversing the purple zone. ARETA: Then we're trapped. Good as d*ad. DOCTOR: Not yet. Let's see what this purple passage has to offer. JONDAR: Is he sane, this Doctor? PERI: Sometimes. DOCTOR: Peri, this is no time for casual conversation. PERI (OOV.): Coming. DOCTOR: We must pass through quickly. Quickly! The guards might return any time. JONDAR: Come on. We must try. ARAK: Oh, I like this section. I wonder if they know what's waiting. ETTA: This'll sort them out. DOCTOR: Of course, that's it. Close your eyes. PERI: I can't. DOCTOR: Close them. Now! Right, now all take hands. That's it. Now, follow me. It's just an illusion. DOCTOR: Come on, but whatever happens, keep your eyes closed. SIL: He's not a fool, your intruder. BAX: Perhaps just lucky. CHIEF: Or he has received information on how the dome works. There was a guard helping them. BAX: The prison contains too many devices. No one could know or survive them all. SIL: They do not seem or act like Varosians. They could be from a rival company! The Amorb-Prospect Division. I would want the strangers removed for questioning. CHIEF: Get me a line to patrol headquarters. BAX: Yes, Chief. SIL: Then check on that object found near the execution chamber. Have it brought here at once! DOCTOR: All clear. PERI: Oh, what was that thing we saw? A creature from my worst imaginings. DOCTOR: It might in fact. Ah ha! There we are. ARETA: A gee-jee fly? But it was huge! DOCTOR: We thought it was. That little fly was enlarged by the effect of the purple zone on our visual cortex. Once the purple light was eliminated, we were restored to a proper sense of proportion. Interesting. PERI: Is everything we experience here like that? JONDAR: No, some dangers are very real. The crowd loves to watch trialists face a danger they believe to be imaginary. The viewers applaud and shout with laughter as we poor fools walk towards certain death. DOCTOR: Who loves to watch? JONDAR: Almost all of Varos. It's the way the officers divert discontent, questions, thoughts of revolution. DOCTOR: Oh. Let's see what else this fun palace has to offer. PERI: Oh, what a stench. Phew! JONDAR: Animal. DOCTOR: Real or imaginary? Just as loathsome. The niff at least is not an illusion. Or is it? JONDAR: Just like ComTec design to put a real monster immediately beyond an imaginary one. DOCTOR: Or is that exactly how they would expect us to reason. One way to find out. PERI: No, Doctor! DOCTOR: It's all right, they're lights. Green lights, two of them. BAX: The ViewPop like them. We've received very good punch-in appreciation figures. CHIEF: Good. All the more impact when they are captured, tried and ex*cuted. A rebo leader, and his woman, and intruders from another world. That's not only prime time viewing here, but the recording of their final agonies will sell on every civilised world. PERI: The TARDIS should be DOCTOR: Just here. DOCTOR: It was just here. ARETA: Your ship has gone? DOCTOR: It most certainly has. JONDAR: Where? PERI: Yes, Doctor, where? DOCTOR: Well, it can't be far away. Hmm. Come on. SIL: This mysterious most is. CHIEF: There's an explanation. The strangers will be captured soon, then we'll force some answers. SIL: Who are other people helping rebels? If he should be of another mining corporation, our contracts are ended. GOVERNOR: No, he is unknown to us. SIL: I would wish them d*ad. Only that would please my company. GOVERNOR: Close them out, Chief. Use every guard available. I'll talk to the people. Arrange it quickly. BAX: What about this? GOVERNOR: Keep trying to open it. PERI: All these corridors look the same to me. DOCTOR: Check down there. JONDAR: Shush. There's a patrol car coming. Quick! PERI: Doctor, look out! GUARD: There's one! ARAK: They've had it now. MALDAK: Make a fool of me, would you? Take her to the Prison Control Centre. The others, to the termination cell. ETTA: Oh, dear. And I really liked him. GOVERNOR (on screen): Good evening. ARAK: Oh, no. What's he want? ETTA: Shut up and listen. GOVERNOR: I must report that the attempt to divert the course of justice has been repelled. The rebel and his compatriots have either been captured or destroyed. The extent of the rebellion is greater than feared, and help from another source, perhaps from another world, is suspected. The vehicle of their transport is now in the possession of my officer guard. The leader of the inv*de is at this moment walking into a no-options k*ll centre. There he will suffer the fate of all who seek to overturn the law of Varos. GOVERNOR: I ask you to vote now upon my campaign to halt insurrection. I await your verdict. Yes, and the rebellion will be crushed. No, and no doubt another Governor will have other plans. GOVERNOR: Thank you. PERI: Drink, Doctor? Drink, Doctor. Drink water. Drink water. DOCTOR: Peri! CHIEF: What a wonderful thing a man's mind is. The hallucinatory inductor makes him believe he cannot survive, and soon he will be unable to draw one breath after the next. ARAK: Have we got anything to drink? PERI: Doctor! GOVERNOR: Keep quiet! We're recording. The moment approaches. Close up on death throes, please. BAX: No sign of life, sir. SIL: d*ad as death! BAX: How long should I hold? GOVERNOR: And cut it, now.
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VENGEANCE ON VAROS BY: PHILIP MARTIN Part Two Original Air Date: 26 January 1985 Running time: 44:43 PERI: You animals! What have you done to the Doctor? CHIEF: Show her. PERI: No, I don't believe it. He can't be d*ad. GOVERNOR: I'm afraid he is. PERI: You did it. You k*lled him. GOVERNOR: Not really. He had an hallucination that he was lost in a desert. His mind thought he was dying of thirst. SIL: His body agreed, so die they did. PERI: What is that thing? CHIEF: Show some respect. GOVERNOR: Now, tell me, the d*ad intruder was called the Doctor? CHIEF: So who are you? SIL: Answer. Answer. Answer! ARAK: Why do they keep showing that stiff? ETTA: They know what they're doing. ETTA: Ah! ARAK: What? ETTA: He moved! ARAK: Reflex. ETTA: Maybe he isn't fully d*ad. ARAK: Then he soon will be. Here comes the acid bath. ETTA: Oh, I hate this bit. ARAK: They always do that. It's to show the acid's highly corrosive. ETTA: Shut up. CHIEF: Who are you? PERI: You wouldn't believe me. SIL: You agents of Amorb are! PERI: I don't know what that is or even what he says. GOVERNOR: Sil's language transposer has an eccentric communication circuit. But, don't tell him, it's my only amusement. CHIEF: Don't upset the Galatron delegate, please. We need that agreement to sell the zeiton ore to his company. GOVERNOR: On the starvation rate he offers us? CHIEF: Who else will buy our only asset? GOVERNOR: Why not find other mining companies who will refine zeiton ore on better terms? Who will pay the seven credits per unit I ask? Why not Amorb? SIL: Never! CHIEF: The people of Varos have voted to accept Sil's final terms. You as Governor must impose their will or suffer death by7 default. GOVERNOR: After I extract the truth about this girl and her companion, the Doctor. Come. DOCTOR: I had the most peculiar dream DOCTOR: You'll forgive me if I don't join you. GOVERNOR: What's the matter? Oh, you grieve for his death. I forget that people do. PERI: You don't? GOVERNOR: I did once, but now death is my only friend, my constant and loving companion. Can you feel his, his cold presence? PERI: I don't want to, thanks. GOVERNOR: You should. Your life is even more at risk than mine. CHIEF: The Doctor, he's escaped. GOVERNOR: How? He's d*ad. CHIEF: Not d*ad. He was just pretending to be. PERI: He's alive? CHIEF: And running. GOVERNOR: Good. CHIEF: Good? GOVERNOR: Recapture him, and we bargain this girl's life for information from our Doctor friend. PERI: And I thought you were a bit better than these other brutes. GOVERNOR: I'm sorry. DOCTOR: I thought you were my mirror image until I realised that I wasn't holding a g*n. QUILLAM: Who are you? DOCTOR: A student of science, much interested in primitive nuclear technology. QUILLAM: The mask. Remove it. QUILLAM: I've seen you on the screens. You've returned from the d*ad. DOCTOR: A waste of effort. I assume there will be something novel by way of spectacle to mark my return to that state? QUILLAM: I should think something might be arranged. Let's have a little word with the executioners. They're always on the lookout for fresh material. DOCTOR: After you. QUILLAM: I don't think so. SIL: Why is she on Varos? GOVERNOR: She won't say. SIL: Are you employed agent of other mining companies, you and that man who was d*ad? PERI: No. SIL: Liar! You belong to Amorb, you lying liar. GOVERNOR: Why should she belong to Amorb? Well? PERI: I'm from another time, another century. Nearly three centuries before you were born, I lived in another world. I had an idea you wouldn't believe me. GOVERNOR: You were right. CHIEF: Give her to the rehabilitators. A disturbance of her molecular structure will bring out the truth. SIL: Put her into the reshapement chamber. Watch her change into beast or bird. PERI: No. GOVERNOR: Why are you here, Peri? Tell me, please. PERI: All right. Our TARDIS, that box thing outside, is, if you like, a ship of time, a sort of spacecraft. Well, I don't understand the technical stuff, but the Doctor said we must have this special metal to fix the bearings or something, so we had to come here. That's just what we did. SIL: She's laughing at us, all over the face. PERI: It's the truth! GOVERNOR: No matter. Once again, we've captured the mysterious Doctor. Quillam came across him at Prison Control. CHIEF: He'd have liked that, sir. GOVERNOR: Yes. How long is it since we rigged a primitive execution, Chief? CHIEF: Not since after the Outer Dome sabotage trial. GOVERNOR: Hmm. I think it's time we staged another. CHIEF: They're always most enjoyable, aren't they, sir. PERI: What kind of people are you? ARAK: What're you doing? ETTA: My viewers report. ARAK: I'm not on it, am I? I was tired. Reports. Spying. Working men should be ETTA: Yes? Yes? Go on. ARAK: Er, not taken seriously for the rubbish they may have spoken earlier on. DOCTOR: All very traditional. The whole ghastly ritual to be played out. JONDAR: Four nooses. DOCTOR: No need to ask for whom. JONDAR: But there's only three of us. ARETA: A spare. They're very thorough. DOCTOR: A fourth noose for Peri is a more likely explanation. But why isn't she in here with us? JONDAR: Plenty of other prisoners the authorities would be happy to rid themselves of. DOCTOR: Why are they so anxious to eliminate you? JONDAR: Because I was curious. I used to maintain the surface shuttle cars. One day I was required to deliver the cars to the dome where the Chief Officer lives. I was never allowed in. Security was excessive, even for Varos. That day my curiosity became too much. I hid inside a car, went inside to where the elite live. Luxury, richness, wealth. I didn't see much, but enough to know that a giant deception had been played against all of our people except for the favoured, the very favoured, few. I pretended I'd seen nothing. ARETA: The suspicion that perhaps he had was enough to bring him to the Dome of Punishment as fodder for their displays of cruelty and v*olence. JONDAR: Areta is my wife. They condemned her, too. DOCTOR: Without trial. JONDAR: Secret trial. ARETA: It's the same thing. DOCTOR: Hello. JAILER: Your appeal has been turned down. I'm sorry. DOCTOR: So would I have been, if I'd asked for one. DOCTOR: Do you always get the priest parts? PRIEST: We are gathered here today in the sight of the great Video to ask forgiveness and make atonement for three amongst us who have transgressed the laws of Varos. PERI: Doctor, I'm sorry. I've tried everything. They just won't believe the truth. DOCTOR: Truth is a very flexible commodity here on Varos, Peri. As long as things appear truthful, that's all that matters. GOVERNOR: Enlighten us as to the truth about your visit, please, Doctor. DOCTOR: Why, to help Varos realise the wealth of its potential, what else? SIL: How, by eating rocks? k*ll him! Execute them! CHIEF: He must have listened to the rebel Jondar and believed his lies. GOVERNOR: Yes, yes. What is the staging plan, Chief? CHIEF: The men to hang. The women, I would suggest, be given to reshapement and cell mutation experiment, the results to be exhibited as a warning to women who support their men in acts of violation against the regulations of Varos. I'm sorry you'll be denied the sight of the ladies turning into, well, who knows what. A serpent? A griffin? A new admixture of fish and fowl? GOVERNOR: Anything to add, Doctor? Anything which might persuade me to halt the sequence of events? DOCTOR: One request. CHIEF: One last request? Yes? GOVERNOR: Well? DOCTOR: Who is he? Why is he here? SIL: What interest can my presence matter? GOVERNOR: The delegate from the Galatron Mining Corporation is here to negotiate our yearly review of market price for the ore of Varos. DOCTOR: Zeiton ore? Zeiton-7? GOVERNOR: Yes. DOCTOR: I see. Thank you. GOVERNOR: Is that all you wish to know? DOCTOR: For the moment. SIL: That's all you have, Doctor. CHIEF: Take the women away. PERI: Doctor, do something! ARETA: Jondar! Jondar! PRIEST: In the name of the great Video and of Varos, who gave his name to our planet, accept the lives of these humble deviants in recompense for their sins. We pray that you will continue to look benignly down upon your devoted servants. GOVERNOR: Anything to say, Doctor? Anything which may yet save your lives? DOCTOR: Sorry? GOVERNOR: So am I. All right. DOCTOR: Wait! GOVERNOR: I knew it. Hold on broadcast. No sound or vision. DOCTOR: My death will prevent Varos from ever progressing out of the reach of extortion of such as the Galatron Mining Company. Our deaths will send any hope for this planet back into the pit of fear and misery, which has for so long been the lot of its people. SIL: Pull the lever! Stretch them out of this life! DOCTOR: Wait! I came to this planet because I needed a new source of energy supply. My TARDIS depends for its function upon a rare and precious mineral of Varos. Zeiton-7. I can show you new prosperity. SIL: Destroy them now! GOVERNOR: I will give the order for execution. SIL: k*ll! k*ll! k*ll! GOVERNOR: I trust you are unharmed, Doctor? DOCTOR: Do you often employ the noose trick? GOVERNOR: As a means of eliciting true information, it has often been successful. You suspected our bluff? DOCTOR: I noticed your cameras weren't broadcasting. A real execution would have been broadcast. GOVERNOR: Ah, yes. What I have to discover now is the truth of your statements made from the scaffold. DOCTOR: I will discuss nothing, reveal nothing, until I have proof that Peri and Areta have been released unharmed from the cell mutation experiment. SIL: He has nothing to reveal. He is lying. An Amorb agent who wishes only to usurp our worthy Galatron contracts by rashful promises. GOVERNOR: Until I can hear what each of you has to say or offer, the matter rests without decision. Should the Doctor be lying, he will find the next noose about his neck will sever his head from his spinal column. But should he be accurate in his appraisal of the potential worth of our zeiton ore, I shall want to know, Sil, why you and your company have been duping Varos these many generations. SIL: How dare I be spoken to like this! I will reject all offers! GOVERNOR: That releases me from my people's decision to accept them. Thank you. SIL: Pargh! QUILLAM: Preparation complete. To your posts. PERI: How long will the process last? ARETA: I heard them say it was a matter for initial experiment. PERI: Anything could happen to us just for their amusement. ARETA: Oh, something's happening to my arms. PERI: Mine feel strange too. My skin. Oh no! SIL: Intolerable all of this Doctor being allowed to live! CHIEF: The Governor likes and may believe him. Zeiton-7 has brought your company great wealth. You have miscalculated events. For the sake of a few miserable extra credits you may have lost the source of all our wealth and power! SIL: Listen to me. I have plans to take charge of this planet of Varos. I have put in a request to have a Galatron occupation force to speed to this sector. A little time is all we need, Chief. CHIEF: The Doctor will tell him the true value of zeiton! SIL: Only if his women are released unharmed. Have you done that? CHIEF: Not yet. SIL: Then let us observe the experiment of the tissue transmogrifier. I am interested in science. I do not wish to impede its progress. SIL: Doctor's friend is feathered. The other one, she's almost attractive now. How long before permanent result ensues? CHIEF: I'm not exactly certain. It's not too long, I would think. SIL: Perhaps I'll keep them in my dome as pretty-pretty pets. QUILLAM: It is too advanced. DOCTOR: Well, where are they? GOVERNOR: There's a problem. DOCTOR: What? GOVERNOR: Something they call a transmogrifier was at too advanced a stage. CHIEF: We were unable to reverse the transmutation of your lovely ladies. DOCTOR: There was plenty of time to halt the experiment. GOVERNOR: I gave explicit orders that the process be halted. CHIEF: Too late. Sorry. JONDAR: I'll k*ll him. DOCTOR: Who controls the transmutation experiment? GOVERNOR: Mister Quillam, our technical director and principal devisor of programmes. QUILLAM: And controller of all that happens in the People's Dome of Punishment and Correction. JONDAR: Areta! Do something! GOVERNOR: It's probably too late. DOCTOR: Only probably. QUILLAM: It is an unstable process. Even I am not quite certain as to how it works exactly. DOCTOR: That beam that radiates, what source of energy is it derived from? QUILLAM: The nuclear b*mb beams release all the power latent in the recipient's mind. If the changelings see themselves as unworthy, they can become serpentine or reptilian. She, for instance, must wish to fly away from trouble as would a bird. GOVERNOR: It's an sh**t of our mining research technology. We found our miners growing fur and claws, the better, they thought, to dig with. DOCTOR: How can the process be reversed? QUILLAM: Who knows? We don't require such findings here. DOCTOR: And you call yourself a research scientist? QUILLAM: Certainly. Which is why this trial must continue. An experiment like this has never been so advanced or so successful before. DOCTOR: Turn off the machine. They might still be restored to normality. GOVERNOR: Mister Quillam, I make formal request. QUILLAM: I am Section Controller, a permanent position. No one orders me. Certainly not a transient Governor in the twilight of his reign. DOCTOR: Who decides the authority of command? GOVERNOR: The regulations hand it to the Officer Guard by long tradition. DOCTOR: But it can be changed? QUILLAM: Not by him. GOVERNOR: You have held your position for too long, Mister Quillam. That becomes ever more obvious. QUILLAM: No one has the nerve or the will to wrest it from me, Mister Governor, sir. DOCTOR: Do you still experiment on your own person? QUILLAM: Not any more. Why? DOCTOR: But in the past you exposed yourself to much danger, I think. QUILLAM: Yes. Why do you ask? How do you know? DOCTOR: Your mask. JONDAR: Hold it! DOCTOR: g*n. Thank you. DOCTOR: Turn off the transmutation process. QUILLAM: Take your choice. There must be a hundred switches to choose from, if it's a switch that controls the b*mb beams. JONDAR: Doctor, can you decide which? DOCTOR: No time. DOCTOR: You, out. DOCTOR: That won't be necessary. Keys. Thank you. Out. DOCTOR: We must have stopped the process before the final transformation was complete. Without final phase b*mb, their bodily metabolism is reasserting itself. The guards must return soon. You said there's supposed to be an escape exit? JONDAR: On the other side of the dome, but to reach it from here is impossible. DOCTOR: Not now. The odds are unpredictable. With the Control centre damaged we may yet have an outside chance. We must move on. JONDAR: What, leave them here? DOCTOR: No, take them with us. DOCTOR: Peri! Peri, can you hear me? JONDAR: Areta! Areta! DOCTOR: Can you move, Peri? Try! You are Peri. Peri. PERI: Peri? DOCTOR: I am the Doctor and you are Peri. Perpugilliam Brown. PERI: Peri. DOCTOR: It's a question of re-imprinting their identities, of establishing again who they are. JONDAR: Wake up, Areta. Come on! DOCTOR: Can you walk, Peri? Come on, try. PERI: I thought I could fly. DOCTOR: Yes, but walking is all that's required for now. Come on, Peri. Walk. ARAK: What is going on? Boring scenes for hours, now this. Somebody wants sh**ting. ETTA: They know what they're doing. ARAK: They don't know what's what any more than you or that Governor do. It's rubbish. Gibberish. You'd watch anything, you would. ETTA: I wouldn't watch you. QUILLAM: There's no control. All maintenance reports confirm the att*ck damaged a large number of operating circuits. The effects are impossible to control. CHIEF: Why not shut off all the power? QUILLAM: And allow every prisoner in the dome to escape, including this Doctor? Oh no, I want them delivered to me. CHIEF: The screens are still showing scenes from the Punishment Dome. QUILLAM: And they'll continue to do so. It's the only way we have of assessing the effects of the damage done. CHIEF: But all of Varos can witness the confusion. QUILLAM: All they'll see is spectacle. Bizarre happenings, strange sights, and think we've organised them. They'll see rebels surprised and overcome, and they'll be entertained long enough to allow us to repair the damage here and regain control. CHIEF: This Doctor must be eliminated. He smells the truth of things. QUILLAM: The dome will take care of him. PERI: Doctor? DOCTOR: Cover me. I'll get the girls. DOCTOR: Areta! Where's Peri? Where's Peri gone, Areta? DOCTOR: Quick, Jondar! ARAK: That's more like it. ETTA: I thought he was d*ad. ARAK: No. Pay attention. SIL: My insulted person can stand no more! Either you sign the newly agreed price for the zeiton ore, or I will leave you and the Varosian to starve on this miserablest of planets, with nothing to eat except unsold zeitony. GOVERNOR: You are in no position to thr*at me now. CHIEF: Found wandering near Prison Control. I brought her here to display as evidence before the people. GOVERNOR: I will decide when and if I broadcast. CHIEF: Not any more. CHIEF: The regulations have a clause for just the situation that we are in now. At the end of every Governor's term there comes a time of disapproval, where the people tire of his incompetence. The wish to vote him down. GOVERNOR: The wish to see all the cells of his body destroyed. CHIEF: When the final vote is avoided, the Chief Officer is empowered to insist on a final vote. You must accept full responsibility for failing to quell the prison rebellion led by this woman and her companion, the Doctor. Prepare for your final broadcast, Governor. DOCTOR: We must find Peri. JONDAR: She could be anywhere. GOVERNOR: Here we will die, as have so many Governors. The Chief will broadcast first. Anything I say after that will seem like bluster and lies. PERI: Can I speak? Can I say what I know? GOVERNOR: The ramblings of someone deranged by the transmogrification process. PERI: But I'm fine now. GOVERNOR: We have no hope. PERI: How long? GOVERNOR: As soon as the Chief assembles the Officer Guard. The regulations insist that the twelve most senior officers place their names in hazard. The Chief draws a name and the unlucky winner is brought in here and forced to govern. PERI: In fear of suffering the same death GOVERNOR: Yes. The theory being that a man scared for his life will find solutions to this planet's problems, except the poor unfortunate will discover there are no popular solutions to the difficulties he will find waiting for him here. PERI: It's crazy. Cruel. GOVERNOR: It's Varos. Maldak, isn't it? MALDAK: Yes, sir. GOVERNOR: Put your g*n down. I have no intention of trying to escape. MALDAK: Can't do that, sir. GOVERNOR: Weren't you elected to the Officer Guard when my name was drawn as Governor? MALDAK: Correct, sir. GOVERNOR: Might I ask one favour? Let the girl go free. MALDAK: I can't do that, sir. GOVERNOR: You know that soon I will be destroyed. Soon a new Governor will be elected. MALDAK: That is the custom, sir. GOVERNOR: What if the name they draw is yours? You've witnessed how impossible the system is. You're an intelligent man. The regulations are archaic, distorted, unworkable. Even if you're not chosen, an enquiry will be called. New Governors always have enquiries. It was you, wasn't it, who showed the Doctor and the rebel Jondar where the women were held c*ptive. MALDAK: I couldn't help that, sir. GOVERNOR: They'll say you should have resisted. MALDAK: Just what is it that you want? GOVERNOR: For you to turn your back, let us go, find the Doctor who has words and perhaps knowledge which might bring salvation to everyone, except the Chief and his cronies. MALDAK: No, sir, I can't do that. GOVERNOR: And Peri. MALDAK: No, sir. I'm sorry. GOVERNOR: At least, when the vote goes against me, and the human cell disintegrator beams pour down, k*ll Peri, please, to spare her from the rehabilitators. GOVERNOR: I tried. We will die together. JONDAR: It's no good. DOCTOR: Where are we? JONDAR: I don't know. DOCTOR: I wonder why we've been allowed to progress so far into the dome without being apprehended? ARETA: This whole place is cracking up. The guards must be as confused as we are. JONDAR: I think we're into what they call the endgame. Not many trialists reach this stage. DOCTOR: Could that be where the escape exit would be? JONDAR: Presumably. DOCTOR: What are we waiting for? I must be cautious. From now on, I believe the mind games and jolly tricks are over. What we're entering now could be the area of most dangerous ordeal. CHIEF (on screen): This is a forced vote. I have explained my actions. The Governor must now explain his, and then you, my fellow Varosians, must use your vote and decide. GOVERNOR (on screen): I have addressed you many times, and you have seen other Governors approach the ultimate crisis point of their regime. The time of forced vote now is upon me. I am not afraid to die. ARAK: Good. ETTA: Hey! GOVERNOR: Your system is wrong. We sell ourselves cheaply for nothing to such as Sil and his like. I see my words mean nothing, that you all wish the harsh system of Varos to continue. So be it. PERI: Isn't there anything I can do? GOVERNOR: No. ETTA: No! You've messed up the whole system. They'll be coming round for you. Voting twice, and using someone else's voting box? Both criminal offences. PERI: We must find the Doctor. MALDAK: He's in the End Zone. GOVERNOR: He must be seeking the safe exit. PERI: Well, let's go there, then. GOVERNOR: Not that way. There has to be another route. MALDAK: There is. The ventilation ducting. GOVERNOR: There's an outlet here. MALDAK: I once spent eight days down there searching for escaped prisoners. I know it only too well. PERI: Come on, then. DOCTOR: No! Be gone. You are shadows, insubstantial ghosts. We are real, you are not. DOCTOR: I think perhaps we should try another route. SIL: Where is Governor? Why is he still at life and liberty? Why is everything no longer as it was? CHIEF: We are still the power. SIL: Why not you both prove it? ARETA: What did he die from? DOCTOR: I don't know. His neck's swollen as if to burst. Poison, perhaps? JONDAR: Did he take it, or been given it? ARETA: Doctor! JONDAR: Fellow prisoners. DOCTOR: This is no time for speeches, Jondar. ARETA: What shall we do? DOCTOR: Run. DOCTOR: Stop, Areta! DOCTOR: If you value your lives, don't touch those tendrils. In, but don't allow one touch. JONDAR: What do they want? Why do they want us? DOCTOR: I noticed a pile of bones back there. I think we were on their dinner menu. JONDAR: Shush. Patrol car. ARETA: We're trapped. JONDAR: What do we do? DOCTOR: The best we can. Do you think you could attach this string to that clump of vines without k*lling yourself? QUILLAM: I see you have a keen interest in the flora of Varos, Doctor. DOCTOR: Just a passing fancy. CHIEF: It'll pass faster than you think. k*ll them! QUILLAM: Wait. This man has insulted me. He must suffer for my humiliation. CHIEF: This is no time for revenge. k*ll them quickly! QUILLAM: And deprive Varos of an example of how traitors are dealt with? The cameras are still functioning. Let the show begin. I want to hear them scream till I am deaf with pleasure. To see their limbs twist in excruciating agony. Ultimately their blood must gush and flow along the gutters of Varos. The whole planet must delight in their t*rture and death. DOCTOR: An excellent scenario. Not mad about the part. QUILLAM: Proceed! DOCTOR: Now! DOCTOR: Let's get away from here. DOCTOR: Stay where you are! Don't move! PERI: What is it? DOCTOR: Poison. One touch and ... PERI: Poison ivy? DOCTOR: Something like that. DOCTOR: It'd give you a very nasty rash. PERI: Oh, Doctor. SIL: Plenipotentiary Sil to Galatron Occupation Force Commander. Urgent need for instant invasion of planet Varos to consolidate our interest. React immediately! SIL: Water me. I must look my best to assume the emperorship of this primitive planet. SIL: Gently, gently. Take extreme care with my person if you wish to retain your skins. Ah, that's better. Mirror, mirror, mirror. Come on, mirror! Mirror! Oh yes, I will wear the mantle of power so, so handsomely. SIL: Ah, there you are. I called you here to inform you that a force of invasion is about to land. DOCTOR: Really? From where? SIL: My home planet. From Thoros Beta. You had innumerable chances to settle with me, Governor. Now your people will work for me. I will be Governor of Governors. I will be Viceroy of Varos. The confirmation of my colonisation force. GOVERNOR: Report of zeiton-7 traces found on asteroid Biosculptor. Invasion of Varos cancelled. SIL: Argh! DOCTOR: The ways of the ruler are fraught with uncertainty, are they not, Sil? SIL: Certainly. Certainly. GOVERNOR: There's more. New supplies of zeiton-7 required urgently. Start shipments immediately. Pay any price asked by Varosians. Well, shall we commence negotiations from a reasonable base? SIL: Of what? Of what? GOVERNOR: Twenty credits per unit. SIL: Twenty? Twenty? Argh! DOCTOR: I think he needs more than water, Peri, eh? PERI: Like cyanide. DOCTOR: Oh come, Peri, where's your sense of justice? PERI: What about that transmogrifier thing he put me in? DOCTOR: I think we'll leave the Varosians to work out their own idea of justice, Peri. GOVERNOR: I'm very grateful, Doctor. Varos is grateful. Is there nothing we can offer you in return? DOCTOR: Well, er, a little zeiton-7 would be quite useful, not to say essential. GOVERNOR: You shall have as much as you need. Maldak will arrange it. DOCTOR: Thank you. Goodbye. GOVERNOR: Ah, goodbye. Goodbye. PERI: Goodbye. SIL: You can't leave me here! DOCTOR: Now you see me. SIL: Argh! GOVERNOR (on screen): And that, fellow citizens of Varos, is my vowed intention. For without justice and peace and tolerance, we have no future. I know you will all work as hard as I shall for a glorious tomorrow. Thank you for allowing me into your homes. Thank you. ARAK: No more executions, t*rture, nothing. ETTA: It's all changed. We're free. ARAK: Are we? ETTA: Yes. ARAK: What shall we do? ETTA: Dunno. DOCTOR: The orthoganal readings haven't altered. Good. Splendid new elements on linings on the orbital transmission, thanks to the Governor's generous supply of zeiton-7. Still, now the whole of Varos knows it's more precious than gold, you can understand their generosity, I suppose. PERI: Doctor, you're sure the TARDIS will function properly? DOCTOR: Oh yes, absolutely. Disappointed? PERI: You think I'm crazy? DOCTOR: You all right? PERI: Apart from the residual side effects of fowl pest, I feel fine. DOCTOR: As long as you stay away from millet and cuttlefish.
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THE MARK OF THE RANI BY: PIP AND JANE BAKER Part One Original Air Date: 2 February 1985 Running time: 45:01 DOCTOR: Must get the coordinates spot on. Yuck. PERI: Hey, Doctor, this is great! DOCTOR: The dress is too large. PERI: Large? DOCTOR: Isn't that the accepted meaning great? Synonym for large. PERI: Spare me the lecture, please. Okay, what do you reckon? Okay for the Royal Open Day at Kew Gardens? DOCTOR: Of course, great can also denote a high degree of magnitude. Someone elevated to power. BASS: You coming in, Jack? JACK: No, man. I don't think I've got the strength to lift a toby. WOMAN: There's wise ones. First here, the water's hot and clean. JACK: No, not wise, grandma. Just fair worn out. JACK: Oh, stay there, will you. I've hardly got the energy to wash. PERI: Well? DOCTOR: Mmm, never felt better. PERI: Wisecracks like that tell me one thing. DOCTOR: What? PERI: You haven't a clue what's going on. DOCTOR: Oh, I know what's going. on. We're being manoeuvred off course. PERI: Manoeuvred off course? You mean it isn't the TARDIS malfunctioning again? DOCTOR: Malfunctioning? Malfunctioning? Malfunctioning! After all the work I've done on it? PERI: Well, I only asked a simple question. DOCTOR: Indeed you did. It was the wrong question. PERI: Well, tell me what's going on. DOCTOR: The time coordinates are constant, it's the location that's being changed. PERI: Being changed? DOCTOR: Hmm. PERI: Who by? DOCTOR: By whom. To use your vernacular, I haven't a clue. PERI: Well, can't you override? DOCTOR: Don't try to be so obtuse. What do you imagine I'm trying to do? That's a time distortion, as if there's a time machine nearby. PERI: A Time Lord? DOCTOR: Or a Dalek. Certainly an alien force of some kind. PERI: On Earth? PERI: Oh, great. Some substitute for Kew Gardens. DOCTOR: Try and look on the bright side. After all, isn't coal just fossilised plant life? PERI: What have you got there? DOCTOR: Tracking device. Registers time distortion. Hoist off your skirts, Peri. Off we go. GREEN: Give it back! JACK: Come on, now. RUDGE: Oh, gie us a potato, man. JACK: You daft old bugger. What's the matter with you? JACK: Right, come on! PERI: Lots of these hedgerows won't exist soon. DOCTOR: Hmm? PERI: I mean, in the twentieth century. They're being chopped down to improve farming efficiency. My generation's already concerned about the effects on wildlife. Some species of butterfly are almost extinct. Birds, too. DOCTOR: Talking of birds, do you notice anything strange? PERI: Strange? DOCTOR: No birds. PERI: Well, maybe it's the scarecrow. DOCTOR: They're not usually this effective. PERI: Well, if the place gives you the creeps, let's get out of it. DRIVER: You finished for the day, Jack? Come on, lads, out the road. I've got to deliver this lot to pit. Come on. Whoa! What's going on here? JACK: Come on, lads. Get that down. That's right. Get this lot off and smash it, man. Get it out, man. DRIVER: Come here, the lot of you. PERI: Doctor! PERI: Here, let me help. Why did they att*ck you? DOCTOR: They didn't. They att*cked the machinery. DRIVER: That's right, miss. They was after smashing up machinery. PERI: Oh, well, I'm lost. Why would anyone want to smash machinery? DRIVER: They're scared it'll rob them of their jobs. DOCTOR: Maybe. PERI: You suspect another motive? DOCTOR: Let's say I'm keeping an open mind. Can you stand? DRIVER: Odd that, leaving Jack Ward behind. They're usually such mates. DOCTOR: That's an unusual mark. How did you come by that? DOCTOR: Easy. PERI: Hey! DOCTOR: Hey, steady. Just trying to help. DRIVER: What's got into you, Jack? I can't fathom it. I've never seen him like that before. PERI: Well, so much for playing the Good Samaritan. DRIVER: Oh, Mister Stevenson's not going to be well pleased about machinery. DOCTOR: I don't suppose he will. Stephenson? DRIVER: Waiting for them parts he is. DOCTOR: George Stephenson? DRIVER: Aye, sir. Do you know him? DOCTOR: I know of him. Peri, how would you like to meet a genius? PERI: I thought I already had. DOCTOR: Yes, yes, of course, but I haven't changed the course of history. Indeed, I'm expressly forbidden so to do. But George Stevenson will. PERI: Could that be what all this is about? DOCTOR: An astute observation, Peri. Can you give us a lift? WOMAN: Here. Come here, lad. Run to tavern. Tell them as wants a bath to come right now. WOMAN: Warn them us won't be keeping water hot much longer. DRIVER: Whoa with it, steady, steady. PERI: Was that significant or just a hiccup? DOCTOR: I'm not sure. We did h*t a bump just there. DRIVER: Whoa! DOCTOR: Why are we stopping here? DRIVER: I'm still a bit shook up. I need a toby before I can tell pit about att*ck. DOCTOR: Where would I find George Stevenson. DRIVER: In pit, sir. Do you think you could put a word in for us. They'll be none to pleased about machinery. DOCTOR: Yes, yes, yes. DRIVER: In a hurry, isn't he, miss? Does that mean something's wrong? PERI: It does, I'm afraid, but don't ask me what. Thanks. BASS: Hey, we're not last, grandma. T'others'll be along when they've emptied tobys. WOMAN: Go on, in you go, lads. MASTER: Primitive. An insult. But first things first. I've a death to arrange. PERI: What have they got in there, coal or diamonds? DOCTOR: Machinery. Or more specifically, George Stephenson, and he is just about PERI: You told me. One of the architects of the industrial revolution. DOCTOR: And I didn't exaggerate. Without his genius, your precious twentieth century would be a much sorrier place. We've got to get in there. PERI: That's easier said than. That dog doesn't look as though it's been fed today. GUARD: Oi! Where do you think you're going? DOCTOR: To see George Stevenson. Where can I find him? GUARD: Nobody gets in here without a pass. DOCTOR: A pass? My dear fellow, I am a VIP. GUARD: Those that are attending the meeting have a special pass. DOCTOR: Meeting? PERI: We've been travelling. The pass obviously never reached us. GUARD: Then thy name will be on the list. DOCTOR: Here, let me see that. Get that dog under control, will you? Now, what have we got? Thomas Telford, Michael Faraday, Humphry Davy. Good heavens, Peri, do you recognise these names? PERI: I'm not totally ignorant. What is the noun for a collection of geniuses? A bevy? DOCTOR: An inspiration of geniuses? I don't know. But I do know that the people appearing at this meeting will transform history. GUARD: Well, that's as may be, but is thy name on the list? DOCTOR: An oversight. GUARD: Oh aye. A genius too, are you? DOCTOR: I am indeed. I'm also an inventor. Look. PERI: I must apologise. The Doctor is a little eccentric. GUARD: A doctor, is he? Well, maybe I could have a word with the office. PERI: Would you? Thank you. GUARD: Harry! The gate. Bolt it. GUARD: This way, miss. DOCTOR: Eccentric, me? Preposterous. GUARD: Set thee down and I'll see if I can find Mister Stevenson. DOCTOR: I'll come with you. GUARD: Nay. You bide here. Now sit! Stay. DOCTOR: There's a good boy. Good. Good Fido now. PERI: What are you up to? DOCTOR: That's a good boy. Let the nice Doctor through. PERI: I guess he's not susceptible to your irresistible charm. DOCTOR: Occasionally, just occasionally, your smugness infuriates me. PERI: Shush! Keep your voice down. Time Lords may not get rabies but humans do, and that dog looks more than ready to bite. DOCTOR: Will you stop prattling about the dog? DOCTOR: There's something wrong here. I'm not quite sure what it is, but I'm increasingly convinced it's got to be stopped. PERI: You could be jumping the g*n. DOCTOR: Oh, really? Oh, that's your assessment, is it. Did you see the date at the top of that list? In less than two days from now, a meeting will take place here of many of the greatest practical talents the human race has ever produced. A coincidence? PERI: Unlikely, I agree. DOCTOR: Well, hanging around an office is not going to provide the answer. PERI: I warned you to cool it. DOCTOR: I don't think it's me. PERI: That dog's really spooked. I wonder why? Doctor! PERI: It's stopped. DOCTOR: No, still functioning. PERI: The dog, it's stopped barking. DOCTOR: There was silence deep as death. PERI: That's morbid. DOCTOR: Possibly. MASTER: You there. You were in the lane smashing machinery. JACK: Right, never mind the machinery, what's thou doing here? GREEN: That's easy. He's one of brainy ones arrived early for this meeting. JACK: Aye, come to rob us of our jobs. MASTER: Hold hard. I intend you no harm. RUDGE: Talks funny, don't he? Hold hard? This hard enough? MASTER: Imbeciles. Are you incapable of using your brains? What advantage do you think that'd bring you? You let the man you should have destroyed go free. JACK: I did? What's tha on about? MASTER: In the lane. He pretended to help you. Help? He's a friend of Stevenson's, an inventor. He's here to mechanise the mine. GREEN: Does tha know what he's getting at, Jack? JACK: Aye, he's just trying to save his own skin. MASTER: Ask him. Ask him why he's trying to take the bread out of your mouths. LAD: We'll do more than that! Where is he, dost tha know? MASTER: He's gone into the pit. MASTER: Let me. You can't mistake him, he's mean looking. MASTER: Wears yellow trousers and a vulgarly coloured coat. But go carefully, he's treacherous. DOCTOR: Careful. PERI: Sorry. What are we doing here, anyway? DOCTOR: Looking for George Stevenson. PERI: Oh, he could be anywhere. Absolutely anywhere. Even underground. DOCTOR: Peri! You really do have an extraordinary capacity for seeking out danger. PERI: Doctor! DOCTOR: You ought to learn to avoid situations where PERI: Doctor! DOCTOR: Peri, get out of here! PERI: But what about you? DOCTOR: Don't argue, just go. Now, now, now, gentlemen, gentlemen, please. I'm sure we can come to some amicable understanding. DOCTOR: Please, please. DOCTOR: Now you've gone too far! After all the effort that went into making that! JACK: Get him! PERI: Get help! JACK: Come on! PERI: Stop it! Leave him! PERI: Somebody help! RAVENSWORTH: Stop that or I'll blast you to kingdom come! RAVENSWORTH: Forget them! Haul that man up to safety, quickly! DOCTOR: Almost at the end of my tether. PERI: That's no joke. DOCTOR: I can't thank you enough. But for your very opportune arrival RAVENSWORTH: You can thank their stupidity. I'd used up the sh*t. It would have taken at least two minutes to reload. They had plenty of time to finish you off. Now perhaps you'll tell me who you are, and I don't want any of that flummery about VIPs. I am Lord Ravensworth, the owner. I issued personally the invitations to the meeting, and your face is not one that I recall. My office, now! VIPs indeed. DOCTOR: Your guard is quite right, of course. We shouldn't have deceived him. But how else would we have got in here? RAVENSWORTH: Spare me the dubious pragmatism. You came to see George Stevenson, you said? DOCTOR: I am a great admirer. RAVENSWORTH: Yes, you must be if you're prepared to resort to trickery. But how do I know you're not in league with these machinery wreckers, these wretched Luddites! DOCTOR: Really, do I look like a man who would wreck machines? RAVENSWORTH: Well, you've certainly never done a day's labour in your life, and I suppose it is possible you might even be a gentleman. (to Peri) Do sit down. GUARD: Shall we get up a search for the two who att*cked this er, gentleman, my Lord? RAVENSWORTH: No, leave them. They'll have gone to ground by now. PERI: Leave them? They tried to k*ll the Doctor. RAVENSWORTH: I don't dispute that, young woman. A brutal att*ck on a complete stranger. I take it you were not acquainted. DOCTOR: Oh, I'd met the big fellow briefly when I tried to help him. RAVENSWORTH: Yes, that'd be Jack Ward. Over thirty years he's worked for me and in all that time I've never once seen him raise his fist to another man. PERI: Well, he's undergone a change now. DOCTOR: And the disruptions only started recently? RAVENSWORTH: Disruption's hardly the word for it. Oh, I know there have been Luddite att*cks on machinery all over the country, but here DOCTOR: It's been more extreme? RAVENSWORTH: The v*olence has been horrendous. PERI: m*rder would be more apt. DOCTOR: Peri. RAVENSWORTH: No, the young lady's quite right. I just don't understand what's going on. I've always had an excellent relationship with the men. Flattered myself I enjoyed their trust and respect. Now this, this nightmare. RAVENSWORTH: They've obviously heard about the accident. PERI: Accident! RAVENSWORTH: Go and bring those women in here, will you? GUARD: Yes, my lord. DOCTOR: It's only the men that are affected? RAVENSWORTH: Yes. They become savage, go berserk, seem to suffer a complete change of personality. MASTER: No welcome? RANI: You're not. MASTER: Fascinating. But then anything connected with you would undoubtedly be fascinating, my dear Rani. RANI: I thought that last mad scheme of yours had finished you for good. MASTER: You jest, of course. I'm indestructible. The whole universe knows that. RANI: Is that so? MASTER: Really, my dear Rani, you and I should be friends. I'm one of your greatest admirers. RANI: Oh, don't bother with flattery. I know why you're here. I saw the Doctor. MASTER: Then you know why I need your cooperation. RANI: Cooperation? I want nothing to do with you. MASTER: You'll change your mind when you hear my proposition. RANI: I am not interested in your pathetic vendetta one way or the other. Now clear off and let me get on with my work. MASTER: If only it were that simple. However, I'm afraid you've very little choice. Either you collaborate or I bring this little venture to an extremely untimely end. RANI: Josh, Tom, k*ll! RANI: No, Josh. Stand still. YOUNG WOMAN: Me Josh, your Lordship, been missing for days. OLDER WOMAN: It's not just her Josh that's missing. Our Tom's gone, too. DOCTOR: When? Forgive me, Lord Ravensworth, it is important. When did they go missing? OLDER WOMAN: Well, nowt's been seen of them since they come off shift together. PERI: Perhaps they joined these Luddites? OLDER WOMAN: Join that mob of lunatics? Smashing and rampaging day and night, frightening folks out of us beds. YOUNG WOMAN: My Josh wouldn't join them. He wouldn't harm anyone. RANI: You and the Doctor are a well-matched pair of pests. You bring nothing but trouble. Now I need a new assistant. MASTER: I wasn't wrong. I knew with you as controller it wouldn't be hypnotism. Not from a chemist of your calibre. What are they, parasites you've specially impregnated? RANI: There's a simple way to find out. Why not try some? MASTER: Thank you, I won't, but I can envisage an occasion when they may serve an excellent cause. RANI: I was offering you one, not the lot! MASTER: I assure you, your generosity will not be wasted. RANI: Take him through, Josh. MASTER: Brilliant. Quite brilliant. MASTER: When the Time Lords exiled you, they made a cardinal error. RANI: Yes, they did, and they'll learn to regret it. And so will anyone else who interferes! PERI: Doctor, let's get out of here, away from Killingworth. DOCTOR: I can't do that. PERI: But you're in danger. That att*ck wasn't random. Those louts tried to k*ll you. DOCTOR: Yes, but why? Aren't you interested in why they should want to make me a target? PERI: No, not in the least. I can't think of a better reason for abandoning this visit. DOCTOR: You're forgetting. We didn't just stumble into this place, we were hijacked. PERI: I'm forgetting nothing. The Luddites are not our problem. DOCTOR: I agree. PERI: You don't think it is the Luddites. DOCTOR: Do you? Wait here. MASTER: You should cooperate, you know. RANI: Take this one through. MASTER: The Doctor won't tolerate anyone deliberately playing havoc with his favourite planet. RANI: Can't you get it into your warped skull that there is nothing deliberate about it? The aggression is an unfortunate side effect. MASTER: Unfortunate? Fortuitous would be a more apposite epithet. RANI: Call it what you will, I need the chemical. The only source is the human brain. It can have no relevance to you or your machinations. MASTER: Ah. But then, as yet you've not been appraised of my purpose in being here. RANI: To destroy the Doctor. You've never had any other. It obsesses you to the exclusion of all else. MASTER: You underestimate me. Certainly I want to destroy him, see him suffer, but that is just an exquisite first step. I have a greater concept, one that will encompass the whole human race. RANI: You're unbalanced. No wonder the Doctor always outwits you. RANI: Put that down! MASTER: You don't get much, do you. RANI: There's only a minute amount in each brain. MASTER: How does extracting this make humans more aggressive? I'll not ask again. RANI: Because without that chemical, the brain cannot rest. MASTER: Ah, now I understand. You need it for your aliens on Miasimia Goria. I dropped in on your little domain before following you here. Chaos. Complete mayhem. What went wrong? RANI: Wrong? Who said anything went wrong? MASTER: Well, you rule there absolutely. I assume one of your little schemes didn't turn out quite as you expected. RANI: A small matter. In the process of heightening the awareness of my aliens, I lowered their ability to sleep. They became MASTER: Difficult to control. On the other hand, with this and the impregnated parasites, their talents are yours to command. Oh, such power. Is that a scanner? RANI: Find out. RANI: Who do you want? MASTER: The Doctor. RANI: Where did you see him last? MASTER: At the pit. DOCTOR: Hold on a minute, will you? RAVENSWORTH: What the blazes are you doing, man? DOCTOR: All right, thank you. RAVENSWORTH: Well, did you hear me? What was all that about? DOCTOR: Later. You said that the son of one of my attackers worked for you? RAVENSWORTH: Yes, Luke Ward, George Stephenson's assistant. Very capable young man. My protégé as a matter of fact. DOCTOR: Find him for me, will you, there's a good chap. RAVENSWORTH: The dratted man's a positive law until himself. MASTER: You see? We do have an allied cause. Unless you eliminate the Doctor, he'll bring this cosy operation to an end. RANI: Then let's get on with it. MASTER: My way. We do it my way. Any idea where those morons you created might be? MASTER: Ah, the old mine working. RANI: What are you going to do? RANI: The brain fluid? MASTER: It's perfectly safe. Next to my hearts, both of them. RANI: Wait! RANI: Let go of me! MASTER: Not until you tell me what this is. RANI: They're capsules for my lungs. The Earth's damp atmosphere affects them. Do you trust anyone? MASTER: Yes. Myself. Capsules they may be, but don't touch them till this door closes between us. DOCTOR: And your father was perfectly normal this morning? RAVENSWORTH: The lad's already told you he was. DOCTOR: Yes, I know. Bear with me. The answer's probably staring me straight in the face. I just can't see it. PERI: When did you last talk to him, Luke? LUKE: When he came off shift. He were on his way to bathhouse. DOCTOR: Bath? Bathhouse? LUKE: Well, to get cleaned up like. PERI: Doctor, when we went past DOCTOR: Luke, can you find me an old coat? LUKE: Aye, but RAVENSWORTH: Go on, bring him one. PERI: Doctor, when we went past the bathhouse, that instrument of yours DOCTOR: Reacted. Yes, I know. I said the answer was staring me straight in the face, didn't I? It was, literally. PERI: I don't get you. RAVENSWORTH: I'm glad it isn't just me. DOCTOR: Those men didn't look as if they'd come straight from the mine, did they? They were clean. DOCTOR: Thank you, Luke. RAVENSWORTH: Is he often like this? PERI: Too often. Excuse me. PERI: Well, now what's going on? DOCTOR: I am about to follow what you would term as a hunch. PERI: Must you? Okay, where do I fit in? DOCTOR: You stay here where you'll be safe. PERI: Safe? I haven't been safe from the moment I first found myself in the TARDIS. DOCTOR: How do I look? PERI: Like a man who could do with a bath. RANI: No, wait. Let him come further in. I told you to wait, you cretins. Wait! The man's armed. Now! RANI: My phial. The fools will smash it. MASTER: The mark of the Rani. JACK: Is he d*ad? Why, I don't understand what's happened. MASTER: I warned you that inventor was treacherous. JACK: But he's not nowhere near. MASTER: Ah, he doesn't have to be. He has a machine to do his foul work for him. JACK: A machine? MASTER: Yeah. I'll show you. RANI: What's he up to now? RANI: It'll be something devious and overcomplicated. He'd get dizzy if he tried to walk in a straight line. RANI: Come on in, come on in. Towels are all ready there. JACK: What's that, a coffin? MASTER: An appropriate description. A coffin, yes. No, it's the machine that m*rder your friend. JACK: That thing? MASTER: To be buried in the deepest mine shaft. JACK: I can't see no point in burying a box. Better I bury him. MASTER: Trust me, I give you my word. By destroying that, you'll divest him of all his power. JACK: Does tha know where it is? MASTER: At the slag heap. Hurry, fetch it to the pit. JACK: Wha? Fetch it? No, tha's coming with us. MASTER: No, not me. That's just the bait. I have to return to the village to set the trap. DOCTOR: Well, well, well. The Rani. RANI: You were expecting to see the Master? DOCTOR: To see? Not exactly. He was burnt to a crisp the last time I saw him. RANI: Your smugness is misplaced. He's here. He's very much alive and he wants vengeance, curse the pair of you. DOCTOR: Well, since we're insulting each other, I can't say I care much for your taste in clothes. Doesn't do a thing for you. RANI: Hmm, your regeneration's not too attractive, either. But at least I can change my appearance. You're stuck with what you've got. DOCTOR: My face is of no importance. Brain regeneration is what I need. I should have been able to pin this one down to you. Personality changes, probably due to an imbalance in body chemicals. Yes, you're the obvious culprit. Well, you had me fooled, if that's any consolation. RANI: It isn't. DOCTOR: You'd have been discovered eventually, you know, even without my intervention. RANI: I never have. DOCTOR: Oh? This isn't your first visit? RANI: I've been coming to this wretched planet for centuries. DOCTOR: Without being discovered? Well, I'm impressed. You've obviously a brilliant tactician as well as a brilliant chemist. RANI: Oh, it isn't difficult. These humans you so admire are a feckless lot, always in disarray. The Trojan wars, the Dark Ages, the American w*r of Independence. DOCTOR: And now the Luddite riots. RANI: Perfect cover. DOCTOR: Cover, yes, but for what? I think I've got it. You're extracting a chemical from the brain. The result is the victims become violent, aggressive, can't rest? That's it. The chemical that promotes sleep. RANI: I begin to understand why the Master finds you such a menace. Oh, where is the idiot? DOCTOR: I take it you're referring to the Master. Look, why don't you release me? RANI: What, and have you two stop my work? DOCTOR: These are human beings, Rani. Living creatures that have done you no harm. RANI: They're carnivores. What harm have the animals in the fields done them? The rabbits they snare, the sheep they nourish to slaughter. Do they worry about the lesser species when they sink their teeth into a lamb chop? Ah! Josh, guard him. DOCTOR: Josh? RANI: If he moves, k*ll him. No, don't k*ll him. k*ll this one. Touché, Doctor. DOCTOR: Don't hurry back. PERI: Doctor? I know you're here. I'd have seen you leave. PERI: Doctor? PERI: Doctor! DOCTOR: Stop! PERI: Stop? What do you mean, stop? I was going to free you. DOCTOR: Don't come any further. Touch me and their orders are to k*ll. PERI: But I can't just, I mean, I must do something. DOCTOR: You can. Get that poor fellow out of danger. PERI: Well, how? DOCTOR: Use some of that famous American initiative. Push him outside. PERI: But won't they try DOCTOR: Their orders relate only to me. Now move, Peri. PERI: Orders? Whose orders? DOCTOR: For once will you forget the cross-examination and just go? RANI: Who's this brat? MASTER: My dear Rani, quite unwittingly you've made my triumph utterly complete. Allow me to introduce the Doctor's latest travelling companion, Miss Perpugilliam Brown, although her travelling days will soon be over. PERI: I thought he was d*ad. MASTER: As you observe, I'm very much alive. Your erstwhile mentor, on the other hand, is about to, I believe your modern expression is, snuff the candle. DOCTOR: Snuff the candle? You always did lack style. MASTER: Style is hardly the prime characteristic of your new regeneration. RANI: Oh, do stop squabbling and get on with it. MASTER: I have a score to settle with Miss Peri first. When we last met, you could have saved me and you didn't. RANI: No, don't k*ll the girl. DOCTOR: Thank you, Rani. I'm glad to see you haven't sunk to quite the Master's depths. PERI: No, let go of me! RANI: Oh, be still. Human. MASTER: So? RANI: Her brain's as good as anyone else's. MASTER: No comment, Doctor? DOCTOR: Don't think I could stand it. PERI: What are you talking about? DOCTOR: A hyperactive Peri. Too ghastly to contemplate. PERI: I don't understand. MASTER: We're being treated to an example of his famous sense of humour. I'm afraid, Doctor, that even that will desert you soon. JACK: Go on, Jackie, go on. Push, lads! MASTER: A turbulent time, Doctor, in Earth's history. DOCTOR: Not one of its most tranquil, I agree. MASTER: A critical period. DOCTOR: You could say that. MASTER: Oh, I do. The beginning of a new era. PERI: Doctor, do you get his drift? DOCTOR: I'm afraid I do, Peri. PERI: He wants to pervert history. DOCTOR: Not that the Prince of Darkness here would see it as perversion. MASTER: Maudlin claptrap. The talents of these geniuses should be harnessed to a superior vision. With their help, I could turn this insignificant planet into a power base unique in the universe. DOCTOR: And you intend to use the Rani's bag of tricks to achieve this egocentric scheme. MASTER: You are indeed a worthy opponent. It's what gives your destruction its piquancy. MASTER: Excellent! Feast your eyes, Doctor, on the imminent demise of the TARDIS. PERI: The TARDIS! MASTER: Finito TARDIS. How's that for style? PERI: Oh, Doctor, if they destroy the TARDIS DOCTOR: Very clever. Optical illusion created on the screen. I've tried that but never succeeded. MASTER: It's no illusion. PERI: Hope you're right, Doctor. RANI: He's not. DOCTOR: Believe me, I am. The Rani's cleverer than any of us. She's managed to modify that scanner so it presents what's in the mind instead of what's happening in reality. MASTER: Push. PERI: The trolley? MASTER: One false move. PERI: Well, push where? MASTER: Outside! RANI: No. He doesn't leave here. MASTER: I wonder how many weeks of work this represents and how many of the Doctor's precious humans have contributed. RANI: Do as he says. MASTER: You shall have the girl when we return. Push, unless you prefer a swifter end. JACK (OOV.): Right, to the pit, lads! Good on yer, lads. That's it. MASTER: The last rites, Doctor. DOCTOR: I can't really see from this far away. MASTER: You can hear. DOCTOR: I gather they're going to throw it down the pit. MASTER: All the way down, to the bottom. JACK: Put the brake on, Billy. Hold it there. Right, lads. JACK: Push now! DOCTOR: Push, Peri! Push! Push! No, no, Peri! The other way! DOCTOR: Peri! PERI: Doctor! PERI: Hold on, Doctor, I'm coming! JACK: Why, look up there, lads. Get hold of this, lads. DOCTOR: Thank you, gentlemen. I'm most grateful. If you could just DOCTOR: Peri! Stay back! JACK: We've got you now. That's it, put him on there, lads. DOCTOR: Stay back! JACK: Right, push lads. Away we go!
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THE MARK OF THE RANI BY: PIP AND JANE BAKER Part Two Original Air Date: 9 February 1985 Running time: 44:32 STEPHENSON: Are tha hurt? Harmed at all? DOCTOR: No. JACK: Hold it, Jackie. JACK: Come on, Jackie. DOCTOR: A trifle cramped. STEPHENSON: Ah, tha would be. DOCTOR: It's these straps. STEPHENSON: Aye, I suppose. Intriguing. DOCTOR: The straps? Oh, it's a long story. STEPHENSON: Hey, this metal. I've ne'er seen the like of it afore. Dost know what foundry forged it? DOCTOR: George Stephenson, I presume? STEPHENSON: Aye, I'm Stephenson. DOCTOR: Absolutely delighted to meet you, sir. If you'd be so kind as to undo the straps? STEPHENSON: Of course. Forgive me. T'were metal that took me attention. PERI: Run, Doctor, run! DOCTOR: Stephenson, we've got to get away. STEPHENSON: Follow me. RAVENSWORTH: Here, take this. Round up all the able-bodied men you can find and search this pit. I want every one of those scoundrels hunted down. RAVENSWORTH: You, pull yourself together, man, and get back on the gate. Nobody enters or leaves. That's an order! LUKE: Mister Stephenson! STEPHENSON: Shush. DOCTOR: Somewhat unorthodox entry. STEPHENSON: Owner's notion. DOCTOR: Lord Ravenswood? STEPHENSON: Aye. He thought we'd best be prepared lest the Luddite riots started here. Seems he were right. DOCTOR: Except these weren't Luddites. STEPHENSON: They're not? DOCTOR: That's what you were supposed to think. STEPHENSON: Then why did they att*ck thee? DOCTOR: Thought I was attending this meeting of yours. STEPHENSON: For that they were prepared to k*ll thee? DOCTOR: Afraid so. Not just me, either. STEPHENSON: What? Tha means Davy, Faraday and t'others are in danger? I find that difficult to credit. DOCTOR: You disappoint me. A practical man, and yet you refuse to believe the evidence of your own eyes? PERI: It's not the first time they've tried to k*ll the Doctor. LUKE: Aye, tis truth, Mister Stephenson. STEPHENSON: Oh. Dost thou think we should cancel meeting? DOCTOR: Don't you? STEPHENSON: Pity. I suspect thee's contribution would have put cat or two among pigeons. PERI: Oh, Doctor, now that's sorted out, don't you think we should do something about trying to get to the TARDIS? DOCTOR: When it's safe. LUKE: When the Doctor were att*cked again. PERI: Yes, Luke? LUKE: Was, did me father take part? LUKE: I asked me mam about that red mark on his neck. She'd ne'er seen it. She knew nowt about it. Do you know what caused it? STEPHENSON: Right, Luke, take this to his Lordship. LUKE: Aye. Dost mind if I also seek me da? STEPHENSON: Course not, lad. DOCTOR: Luke, be careful. Your father's not the man he was. STEPHENSON: Oh, I'd nay like anything happen to Luke. Lad's got great future. I was down pit at nine. Never had much schooling. But Lord Ravensworth's seen to it that Luke's been well taught. He'll outshine me. LUKE: Hey, Tim! Tim Bass! Has't tha seen me da? BASS: He'll want nowt to do with thee, Luke. Not as long as tha's working with that Stephenson. LUKE: But why? He's nay objected afore. BASS: Aye, he do now. Assistant? Traitor more like. Out of the road. MASTER: Excuse me, young man. I've been summoned here by Lord Ravensworth. Can you tell me where I might find him? RANI: Be careful. Josh, help him. MASTER: Luke, I want you to swallow this very special sweetmeat. MASTER: Splendid. MASTER: Thomas Telford, Michael Faraday, Humphry Davy, Marc Brunel. An impressive role of honour. Luke, this meeting is not to be cancelled. Do you understand? LUKE: I understand. MASTER: If anyone tries to prevent it, you destroy them. Is that clear? LUKE: That is clear. MASTER: Anyone. Anyone at all. STEPHENSON: The key is more power. Now, if I can increase that, speed of fifteen, even twenty mile and hour will be possible. Now, power is the problem. PERI: Doctor, there is a more pressing problem. DOCTOR: Peri's right. I'll talk to you later, Stephenson. Come on. DOCTOR: My dear fellow. JACK: Ready? Follow me. PERI: Do GUARD: Let the lass go or I'll blow your brains out. PERI: Doctor! GUARD: Jack Ward, you stay where you are! DOCTOR: You do make a mess of that pretty dress. PERI: But how? DOCTOR: Peripheral vision, RANI: At last you're back, you incompetent egoist. Give me my phial. MASTER: This? The precious brain fluid? And I thought you were waiting for me. RANI: If I didn't need that desperately, I'd have put light years between us. MASTER: What better reason could I have for keeping it? RANI: You'll play that card once to often. With you on the scene, I might be wiser to cut my losses and go. MASTER: Perhaps this will make you change your mind. Read it. RANI: The meeting's been cancelled? MASTER: No, it was never delivered. RANI: Well MASTER: You disappoint me. A scientist and you're not thinking objectively. Davy, Faraday, Telford and others. Over twenty men of genius. Have you no conception of what we could achieve if we control them? Harness their genius, and this planet could become the platform for the most devastating power in the universe. RANI: You're forgetting, I already rule a planet. Miasimia Goria. MASTER: Help me, and I promise you all the facilities you need. Instead of sneaking back here in disguise, you'll be able to set up a laboratory and process as many humans as you choose. A hundred, a thousand, there are millions of them. RANI: What guarantee would I have? MASTER: My need. That unique box of parasites will not go far. Only you have the formula. RANI: The Time Lords will never permit it. MASTER: Who's going to alert them? RANI: Indeed. We must hurry. MASTER: Haven't you overlooked something? You can hardly take them out onto the streets. RANI: No, you're right, I can't. MASTER: The Mark of the Rani. GUARD: I caught these two, my lord. RAVENSWORTH: Only two? What about the others? GUARD: I don't know, my lord. RAVENSWORTH: They must have got away. Confound it. JACK: Good luck to them. RAVENSWORTH: Be quiet, Ward! My orders were to round up the whole lot of them. JACK: We haven't finished yet. RAVENSWORTH: I said that's enough. GUARD: Drop that, Jack, or I'll blow thee to pieces. RAVENSWORTH: Now sit on it. My mistake's been trying to deal with this rabble myself. I should have sent for the militia long before now. Tie them up. STEPHENSON: Tha's delivered note? LUKE: Aye. STEPHENSON: What's his Lordship say? LUKE: Nowt. STEPHENSON: Shouldn't think he were too well pleased. Happen I should have gone meself, explained. In t'office, is he? LUKE: Nay. Tha stay put. I'll fetch him to thee. Tis safer that way. STEPHENSON: Thanks, Luke. Tha's a real thoughtful lad. RAVENSWORTH: Ah, Luke. I want to have a word with Stephenson about this meeting. LUKE: He's nay in t'workshop, your Lordship. RAVENSWORTH: No? Where is he then? LUKE: Down pit. Wanted to arrange for visitors to see demonstration. What about meeting, my lord? RAVENSWORTH: Well, in my opinion it should be called off. All this uncontrolled v*olence. We have no right to subject these men to such danger. LUKE: Mister Stephenson don't see any danger. RAVENSWORTH: He doesn't? LUKE: Going to be fair disappointed he is if meeting doesn't take place. RAVENSWORTH: Why? LUKE: Eager to show off his latest engine. RAVENSWORTH: Well, that's somewhat selfish reasoning. LUKE: Not if he's convinced they'll come to nay harm, your Lordship. RAVENSWORTH: He's convinced, you say? LUKE: Aye. RAVENSWORTH: Yes, well, George Stevenson has always enjoyed my complete trust. On his head be it. However, be sure to tell him what I say. LUKE: Aye. I will. PERI: Oh, Doctor, you can't be serious. You've only just escaped from there! DOCTOR: The victim returns to the scene of the crime. PERI: Look, Doctor, let's be sensible. Concentrate on getting the TARDIS out of the pitshaft, instead of shoving our necks into the noose again. DOCTOR: Hmm. PERI: Look, what if the Master and that awful Rani are inside? DOCTOR: They won't be. PERI: How can you be so sure? DOCTOR: Cowards die many times before their deaths. The valiant never taste of death but once. PERI: And what about that other piece you're so fond of quoting? Discretion is the better part of valour? DOCTOR: Hmm. Interesting fellow, the Bard. Must see him again sometime. Ah ha! DOCTOR: Control panel? Most unsophisticated. Not worthy of the Rani. PERI: Is he? The Master. DOCTOR: No, more likely the Rani's handiwork. No, don't come any further. The Rani's quite capable of leaving some very unpleasant surprises behind. PERI: Well, where do you reckon she's gone? DOCTOR: Not far. The Master will ensure that. He has something she wants. PERI: That red mark. What was she going to do to me? DOCTOR: Drain the substance from your brain that enables you to sleep. PERI: The result. Those poor men. Hasn't she any conscience? DOCTOR: Like many scientists, I'm afraid the Rani simply sees us as walking heaps of chemicals. There's no place for the soul in her scheme of things. MASTER: Why the devil did you bring us to this miserable dump? RANI: I didn't bring you. You chose to come. MASTER: Why here? RANI: Because this was my original base. MASTER: Did we have to walk? Couldn't we have used your TARDIS? RANI: My TARDIS is performing a more important function. MASTER: Is it too much to enquire what that function might be? RANI: Yes. PERI: How come you know the Rani? DOCTOR: Same way as I know the Master. PERI: But he's an exiled Time Lord. DOCTOR: Exactly. Two of a kind. Odd. Very odd. PERI: What is? DOCTOR: Now, I would have said Turner's too passionate for the Rani's sterile taste. PERI: Well, I guess she must have thought so too, since she hasn't taken it with her. DOCTOR: Ah ha. DOCTOR: Shall we? PERI: Shall we what? DOCTOR: See if we've misjudged the Rani. DOCTOR: Dichlorodiethyl sulphide! PERI: Dio what? DOCTOR: Mustard gas. It's a k*ller! PERI: I know. DOCTOR: Don't breath it in. Whatever you do, don't breath it in! DOCTOR: Masks. PERI: Masks? DOCTOR: The Rani's assistant. DOCTOR: Thank you. Thank you, Peri. Street door. PERI: Street door? DOCTOR: Open it. Ventilation. Quickly. PERI: Okay. PERI: Hey, that's the key to the TARDIS! PERI: But suppose the Rani's in there! Oh, no. DOCTOR: Hmm. Embryos of the Tyrannosaurus Rex. She must have popped back to the Cretaceous age and picked up a few. Nasty creatures. Vicious teeth. Bite your leg off, chew it all up, bone and all, all in one go. Wonder what she wants with them? DOCTOR: Peri, get out of here! PERI: But you DOCTOR: Don't argue. Move! PERI: Oh. PERI: Doctor! Oh. Oh, now where's he gone? DOCTOR: Incredible. Absolutely incredible. A TARDIS linked to a Stattenheim remote control. The Rani is a genius. Shame I can't stand her. I wonder if I was particularly nice to her, she might? No. No, no, of course not. MASTER: Brilliant. You've discovered the means of operating a TARDIS by remote control. In tandem, you and I will rule the universe. RANI: Shall we go inside? MASTER: Do I detect a lack of enthusiasm? RANI: Grandiose schemes of ruling the universe will mean nothing if that dilettante Doctor is still at large. DOCTOR: (quietly) Dilettante? RANI: The dratted man. MASTER: Don't tell me you've botched something. What did you do, leave a trap for the Doctor? Is that why we couldn't use your TARDIS? RANI: Here, take these. MASTER: It's power was needed to operate the RANI: Be careful. MASTER: What are they? RANI: Well, let's say that they'll change the Doctor's lifestyle. MASTER: How? Will he suffer? RANI: Well, I can promise you he'll never be the same again. MASTER: Excellent. Why not k*ll two birds with one stone? RANI: Who's the other one? MASTER: George Stephenson. RANI: How will that thr*at the Doctor? DOCTOR: How indeed? RANI: I saw you give my parasites to Stephenson's assistant. I presume you gave him enough? MASTER: Yes, he's completely under our control. GUARD: Doesn't seem right, does it, my lord, seeing Jack Ward like this. RAVENSWORTH: No. That Doctor fellow, he was on to something. Strange sort of chap. See if you can find him. GUARD: Right, my lord. GUARD: No sign of that Doctor, my lord, but I met his bonny lass. RAVENSWORTH: Devil take you. It's the Doctor I wanted to see. PERI: Well, that makes two of us. RAVENSWORTH: You must have some idea of his whereabouts. PERI: Oh, must I? He could be anywhere in the universe. RAVENSWORTH: Make sense, girl. Calm down and think. He can't just have disappeared. PERI: Oh, can't he? RAVENSWORTH: The man must be found. We need his help. PERI: I've more reason to find him than you have, otherwise I'm going to spend the rest of my days prancing around in these ridiculous skirts. GUARD: I'd better go with you, lass. They'll never let you past the gate. PERI: Don't bother. I'll take the back way to the old pit. It's the one place he'll have to return to, if he has any choice. RAVENSWORTH: No, leave him be, leave him be. Get back on duty. And if you see young Luke, tell him we've got his father here. GUARD: Right-o, my lord. STEPHENSON: Oh! Tha startled me, Luke. You should know better than to creep up on folk. Tha's been wandering off a lot today, Luke. Why is that? LUKE: It's Mister Faraday. There's been an att*ck. STEPHENSON: Faraday? He's here in pit. LUKE: Nay, his coach were overturned. STEPHENSON: Is he hurt? LUKE: Scared more like. Hiding out in Redfern Dell. Reckon tha should go to him, sir. STEPHENSON: Tha dost? Make g*n ready, Luke. PERI: I could have been stuck in the eighteen hundreds for ever. DOCTOR: Did you really believe I'd abandon you? PERI: So, what happened? DOCTOR: Later. Where's Stephenson? PERI: Haven't got a clue, but Lord Ravensworth wants to see you in his office. Ask him. STEPHENSON: Give me that, Luke. Go to office. Tell his Lordship I'm off to Redfern Dell. I want as many men as he can spare. Make haste. Tis urgent. DOCTOR: There's nothing I can do. These men need rest. RAVENSWORTH: Rest? DOCTOR: They've been robbed of the power of sleep. RAVENSWORTH: Robbed of the power? Oh, confound it, man, I don't understand what you're talking about. DOCTOR: I haven't got time to explain now. Peri, stay here. See what you can do. DOCTOR: Ah, Luke. I'm looking for Stephenson. Do you know where I can find him? LUKE: Nay, sir. RAVENSWORTH: Didn't he give you any idea where he'd be? LUKE: Nay, my lord. RAVENSWORTH: None at all? LUKE: He never said nowt. RAVENSWORTH: Now what's he up to? DOCTOR: You expecting trouble? STEPHENSON: Like as not. Got a message from Faraday. He's taken shelter in Redfern Dell. DOCTOR: Message? STEPHENSON: He's been att*cked. DOCTOR: Luke brought you the message. STEPHENSON: How'd you know that? DOCTOR: Stephenson, it's not safe for you out there. Let me go. STEPHENSON: But Faraday? DOCTOR: If he's out there, I'll bring him to you. I promise. STEPHENSON: Tha'd best take this. DOCTOR: Oh, no thanks. I've given them up. g*n can seriously damage your health, you know. Another thing. I can't explain but it is important. Don't trust Luke. LUKE: Perhaps sleeping draught's the answer. PERI: Well, at least it would sedate them. RAVENSWORTH: Could you prepare one? PERI: If I had the right herbs. Trouble is, I know absolutely nothing about the plant life in this area. RAVENSWORTH: Well, I might be of some use to you there. I'm something of an amateur botanist myself. Ah. RANI: If you value your miserable skin, keep clear. PERI: That's what I need, valerian. Do you know it? RAVENSWORTH: Valeriana officinalis. Yes, as a matter of fact, I do. It's an indigenous herb. LUKE: Happen I can assist, my lord? Take Miss Peri to collect herbs? RAVENSWORTH: Excellent idea, Luke. Just be careful where you go. PERI: Yes, we don't want to bump into any of those RAVENSWORTH: Quite, quite. But don't worry, young lady, you'll be in safe hands with Luke. LUKE: I was thinking of Redfern Dell, my lord. RAVENSWORTH: Splendid, splendid. I couldn't have suggested a better place myself. Now off you go. PERI: Oh, will you tell the Doctor where I've gone? MAN (OOV.): Hurry, lads. Here we are. Come on, then. MASTER: How much longer are you going to be? RANI: Be patient. Stay calm. MASTER: I've waited too long for this moment to be calm. If you knew how often the Doctor's gone out of his way to sabotage my plans. RANI: Except on this occasion he didn't go out of his way, did he? You contrived to get him here. Force the TARDIS off course, did you? Overrode the controls? MASTER: Do you think this plan will work? RANI: I don't make mistakes. MASTER: If that were true you'd still be on Gallifrey. Ugh. RANI: Experiments are always subject to the unexpected. They can be capricious. MASTER: Capricious? Turning mice into monsters? RANI: A marginal error, quickly corrected. MASTER: The Time Lords didn't think so. RANI: Petty spite on the part of the Lord President, just because they ate his cat. MASTER: Took a chunk out of him, too, I remember. Pity it wasn't the Doctor. RANI: That will soon be remedied. DOCTOR: Will you come into my parlour? Said the spider to the fly. I think not. Doesn't feel right. MASTER: I'd feel happier if I could see him. RANI: A sentiment he'd reciprocate. We stay here, out of sight. PERI: Can't go wrong if you match the leaf. LUKE: Aye, but let us not waste time here, Miss. I'm sure I've seen it's likeness in Redfern Dell. This way, Miss. DOCTOR: No! MASTER: So much for your arrogant superiority. DOCTOR: A characteristic you both share. Underestimating your opponents. Well, I got your message. I'm here. What obnoxious fate have you devise? RANI: Why me? DOCTOR: Because he blamed you for its failure. Not this. (the TCE) Far too simple. No, you'd have brewed something much more malignant. Perhaps the answer's down there in the dell, where I was supposed to go. MASTER: No! An accident. It wasn't intended for him. DOCTOR: And you're so warped, so callous, you think that justifies it? First you turn an innocent young man into your acolyte, force him to betray his friends, and then you do this monstrous thing to him. RANI: Oh, stop being sentimental. What's happened? Animal matter has been metamorphosed into vegetable matter. So what? DOCTOR: You'll be telling me next he's better off. RANI: As a matter of fact, he is. A tree has four times the life expectancy of a human being. DOCTOR: They should never have exiled you. They should have locked you in a padded cell. Now move, before I forget my abhorrence of v*olence and use this. DOCTOR: Don't move, Peri! Don't move! The tree won't hurt you! DOCTOR: Now perhaps you'll accept there are more things in heaven and earth than are ever dreamed of in your barren philosophy. RANI: And perhaps you'll accept that you face a dilemma. MASTER: More of an impasse? DOCTOR: Wrong on both counts. There is no impasse, and the dilemma, Rani, will be solved by you. You laid those evil contraptions in the dell, so you can lead Peri out. Refuse, and I won't hesitate to use this. MASTER: She can't remember. She's probably set them at random. DOCTOR: I doubt if the Rani ever did anything at random. MASTER: But if she has, what then? DOCTOR: Then you're nominated as understudy. I should think you'd turn into a laburnum tree. MASTER: Laburnum? Why? DOCTOR: The pods are poisonous. Be patient, Peri. Stay absolutely still. RANI: Come to me. Keep an absolutely straight line. PERI: I don't understand. RANI: Stop bleating and do it. DOCTOR: Keep exactly in her footsteps, Peri! RANI: Incompetent fool! You're worthless! DOCTOR: Not to me, she isn't. You'll do well to remember that. PERI: She was going too fast. RANI: Can you jump without falling on your face? PERI: Sure. RANI: Well, copy me and you're out of danger. PERI: What was that all about? DOCTOR: You wandered into a minefield of the Rani's making. PERI: A minefield? In there? But Luke? What about Luke? Where is he? DOCTOR: He just saved your life. PERI: What? DOCTOR: I'll explain later. Right, move, you two. I want you off this planet before you commit any further atrocities. PERI: Doctor, look. RANI: They're easily disposed of. DOCTOR: Give me that. RANI: If they see you, they'll have no mercy. DOCTOR: Maybe not. PERI: Doctor, they're heading towards the dell. MASTER: The wood's about to become populated with new trees. RANI: Another dilemma. One of morality. MASTER: And we all know the Doctor's dedication to morality. PERI: Oh, Doctor, you've got to stop them. PERI: Don't worry, I won't have any qualms about using this. DOCTOR: All right. Take them to the old mine working, straight along that path. Wait for me there. PERI: Okay, you got it. PERI: Now hurry. Okay, you two. Let's get going. And don't try anything, either of you. DOCTOR: Stop! BASS: Mister. PERI: Okay, that's far enough. Now don't move. We'll wait here for the Doctor. DOCTOR: You must listen. You are making a terrible mistake. I am not your enemy. BASS: You hear that, lads? Mister Inventor says us are making a mistake. MASTER: I believe an apology is in order, Miss Brown. I meant you no harm. My quarrel's with the Doctor, not you. PERI: What about Luke? MASTER: Luke? PERI: Did you mean him no harm? MASTER: That was her idea. RANI: Oh, stop grovelling. No one's going to believe you've got a conscience. MASTER: You can see what she's like. It was her doing. I didn't even know what she'd planned. PERI: Put that away or I'll use this. The Doctor said you'd try to hypnotise me. RANI: Oh, so that was what he whispered before he left. BASS: Over there. DOCTOR: Turn back! Turn back! You're walking into a trap! PERI: Keep your hands by your side. RANI: Just getting a tablet. I must have a tablet. MASTER: She'll have a seizure. I've seen it happen before. PERI: Oh, for pity's sake, get the tablet. But carefully. No tricks. DOCTOR: Stay calm. Stay calm. It's only a matter of balance. MASTER: Wait. I refuse to run away and let that crack-brained freak win again. RANI: Then stay, but without me. MASTER: Have you no pride? RANI: Pride? I'm a scientist. I've calculated the odds, and they and not idiotic pride dictate my actions. MASTER: You intellectual microbe. sl*ve to a computer? He'll be back. He won't abandon the girl. RANI: You'll never learn, will you. Give me the brain fluid. I'm off. MASTER: When I'm ready, not before. DOCTOR (OOV.): Peri? DOCTOR: Peri. Peri! PERI: Oh, the Rani. Tablets. My, my fault. DOCTOR: Never mind about that. Are you all right? PERI: Yes, I'm fine. DOCTOR: Shush. Listen. Typical. He's decided to stand and fight. Why couldn't he just leave? All right, come on. We've got to get those two into the Rani's TARDIS. PERI: Any chance of an explanation? DOCTOR: Later. PERI: Doh, later. That's all I ever get. Later. DOCTOR: There was a loose one. PERI: Where? DOCTOR: Further in. PERI: All these mines look the same to me. What does that solve? DOCTOR: Stay back, Peri. MASTER: Quickly! You'll destroy us both. RANI: I will? You blame me? RANI: You wouldn't be told. MASTER: What is it? What's wrong? RANI: It's our speed. It's increasing. MASTER: Then reduce it! RANI: You asinine cretin, what do you imagine I'm trying to do? PERI: But what's to stop them materialising at the other end of the village? DOCTOR: While I was in the Rani's TARDIS I made an adjustment or two to the navigational system and velocity regulator. PERI: But they're Time Lords. They'll repair the TARDIS. DOCTOR: Not before they're beyond the Milky Way. For that matter, beyond most galaxies. I've heard that conditions are very primitive in the outer reaches of the universe. Hardly the setting for an harmonious relationship. MASTER: It's growing! RANI: It's the acceleration! Time spillage! MASTER: We're trapped, you blundering woman! DOCTOR: And where are you going? PERI: The sleeping draught, remember? DOCTOR: Taken care of. I managed to PERI: Pick the Master's pocket when you bumped into him. DOCTOR: Exactly. Take this to Lord Ravensworth, will you? PERI: Well, let me deflate your swollen ego and remind you of something we don't have. The TARDIS. DOCTOR: Hmm. RAVENSWORTH: I wonder what the blazes this thing is? STEPHENSON: Ask the Doctor. RAVENSWORTH: Have you ever tried asking the Doctor a question? DOCTOR: Ah! Battered but not bowed. Thank you. STEPHENSON: Had to get it out manually. No easy task. Forty of us. PERI: Ah, there you are. The sedative you wanted. RAVENSWORTH: Thank you. PERI: Well, haven't you any questions? RAVENSWORTH: Would there be any point? DOCTOR: Not much. STEPHENSON: Oh, as a man of science, Doctor. This valve's a problem. DOCTOR: You'll find the answer. RAVENSWORTH: My sentiments exactly. DOCTOR: And when you do, your invention will take off like a rocket, Stephenson. PERI: Oh, those puns get worse. DOCTOR: Really? I thought they were improving. RAVENSWORTH: I will venture just one question, Doctor. What precisely do you do in there? DOCTOR: Argue, mainly. STEPHENSON: Where've they gone? RAVENSWORTH: Where indeed? You know, I always said he was a strange sort of fellow.
{"type": "series", "show": "Doctor Who", "episode": "22x06 - The Mark of the Rani - part 2"}
foreverdreaming
PART ONE Written by ROBERT HOLMES Original Air Date: 16 February, 1985 5:20pm - 6:05pm 1. INT. - THE SECOND DOCTOR'S TARDIS - CONSOLE ROOM (We are in the SECOND DOCTOR's Console room, complete with the earlier version of the main console. In homage to the programme's past, the scene opens in black-and-white. The SECOND DOCTOR and JAMIE are standing on opposite sides of the console.) SECOND DOCTOR: Come here, Jamie. (JAMIE crosses to the SECOND DOCTOR's side.) SECOND DOCTOR: Look at that. (The SECOND DOCTOR motions to the Scanner Screen. JAMIE crosses for a closer view as our scene fades from monochrome to colour. The screen shows the massive metropolis of Space Station Chimera, it's profile reminiscent of city skylines.) JAMIE: Look at the size o' that thing, Doctor! SECOND DOCTOR: Yes, Jamie. That is a big one. JAMIE: 'Just a wee laboratory,' eh? SECOND DOCTOR: Well, it's.. obviously.. it's grown. JAMIE: It's like twenty castles in the sky! Are you sure we've come to the right place? (JAMIE reaches toward a lever on the console.) SECOND DOCTOR: Of course I am! (The SECOND DOCTOR slaps JAMIE's hand away from the controls.) JAMIE: Ow... We don't usually get to where you say we're going. SECOND DOCTOR: I got Victoria to where she wanted to go. Though why she wants to learn graphology, I've no idea. JAMIE: Ah, will we ever get back to her, though. SECOND DOCTOR: Of course we will! JAMIE: I'll believe that when I see it. SECOND DOCTOR: At the moment we have other things to worry about. Look at this! JAMIE: Wha'? (The SECOND DOCTOR indicates a small metal disk embedded in the console.) JAMIE: Hey, I've not seen that before! SECOND DOCTOR: It's not been here before! It's a teleport control! (The SECOND DOCTOR looks toward an unseen point above him.) SECOND DOCTOR: You'd think I'd never flown a TARDIS solo!! (JAMIE follows the SECOND DOCTOR's gaze upward for a moment, then returns his attention to the teleport control.) JAMIE: What's it do? SECOND DOCTOR: It gives the Time Lords dual control! Infernal cheek. I shall complain when this is over. Now then... (The SECOND DOCTOR operates the console.) SECOND DOCTOR: I think we'll just dematerialise to avoid their detection beams, and slip in quietly. JAMIE: Er, I thought you said they were friendly. SECOND DOCTOR: Friendly? I should think they'll be overwhelmingly so. JAMIE: Then why are we 'slipping in quietly?' SECOND DOCTOR: Jamie, some of the most brilliant scientists in the universe have assembled here to work together in pure research. I don't want them to know that I've arrived! JAMIE: Why no'? SECOND DOCTOR: Think of the commotion! They'd all be scrambling around, wanting my autograph. No no no, I just want a quiet word with old Dastari, head of projects. (The SECOND DOCTOR produces an old-fashioned oil can and uses it on a large lever on the console.) SECOND DOCTOR: Right... (The SECOND DOCTOR steels himself, and pushes the large lever forward with all his strength. The lever sticks badly, but the SECOND DOCTOR finally pushes it completely forward. Immediately, the console room shakes, and an expl*sive noise is heard. The SECOND DOCTOR and JAMIE grasp the console for support, but the commotion stops after a few seconds.) SECOND DOCTOR: Splendid! We've h*t conterminous time again. JAMIE: Well, we've certainly h*t something. SECOND DOCTOR: Oh, Jamie.. Right, follow me. (The pair approach the exit doors.) SECOND DOCTOR: Wait! (The SECOND DOCTOR stops suddenly. JAMIE bumps into him.) JAMIE: Wha', wha'? SECOND DOCTOR: We'd better take the recall disk.. (The SECOND DOCTOR removes the small object from the console, and puts it in his breast pocket.) SECOND DOCTOR: And Jamie, don't go wandering off. Stay with me. JAMIE: Do I ever? SECOND DOCTOR: It has been known. And, er, let me do the talking, hm? All you have to do is to stand in the background, and admire - JAMIE: (finishing the sentence with the SECOND DOCTOR) 'Admire your diplomatic skills.' 2. INT. - SPACE STATION CHIMERA - KITCHENS (The space-station's kitchens are filled with all manner of cookware, foodstuffs, and related objects. Distinctive triangular panels pattern the walls, which we will find in most areas of this station. A rotund, pock-marked figure, SHOCKEYE, is staring in disbelief at the TARDIS, which has just arrived. The SECOND DOCTOR and JAMIE exit the TARDIS as SHOCKEYE approaches.) SHOCKEYE: How dare you! How dare you transmat that.. 'object' into my kitchens? SECOND DOCTOR: How dare you have the impertinence to address me like that? (SHOCKEYE picks up a large Kn*fe and brandishes it.) SHOCKEYE: I am Shockeye, o' the Quawncing Grig! SECOND DOCTOR: I'm not interested in the pedigree of an Androgum! SHOCKEYE: (furious) Ehh! SECOND DOCTOR: I am a Time Lord! SHOCKEYE: (humbled) Oh.. Oh.. I - my humblest apologies! I - I - I should have realised.. (Behind his back, the SECOND DOCTOR surreptitiously feels around on a countertop for a w*apon amongst some cutlery and vegetables. He unfortunately chooses a long, cucumber-like vegetable instead of a Kn*fe, which he conceals behind his back. Meanwhile, SHOCKEYE notices JAMIE.) SHOCKEYE: Er.. this, um, this one with you? SECOND DOCTOR: He is from the planet Earth. A human. SHOCKEYE: A Tellurian? Oh! I have not seen one of these before, I.. is it a gift for Dastari? SECOND DOCTOR: A gift?? SHOCKEYE: Oh, such a soft white skin.. whispering of a.. a tender succulence.. Dastari will not appreciate its qualities, you know. He has no sensual refinement. Let me buy it from you. SECOND DOCTOR: My companion is not for sale! SHOCKEYE: I promise you lord, no chef in the nine planets would do more to bring out the flavour of the beast! (The SECOND DOCTOR brandishes the cucumber, waving it menacingly at SHOCKEYE.) SECOND DOCTOR: You get on with your butchery! (The SECOND DOCTOR notices at last the vegetable he is holding, and angrily gives it to SHOCKEYE.) SECOND DOCTOR: Come along, Jamie! (The SECOND DOCTOR exits. JAMIE warily follows, not turning his back on SHOCKEYE as he circles around him, and runs out of frame. SHOCKEYE petulantly watches JAMIE leave.) SHOCKEYE: Oh... Ohh... Ohhh... (SHOCKEYE puts down his Kn*fe and the cucumber, and picks up a large meat cleaver.) SHOCKEYE: I can just taste that flesh! (SHOCKEYE forcefully swings the meat cleaver into a small carcass on the counter.) 3. INT. - SPACE STATION - CORRIDOR (The corridors of the station are utilitarian, with the same triangular wall panels. The SECOND DOCTOR is in thought as he turns a corner. JAMIE runs behind, straight through the intersection, skids to a halt o.c., and turns back to follow the SECOND DOCTOR.) JAMIE: Who was tha'? SECOND DOCTOR: Shockeye o' the Quawncing Grig, so he said. JAMIE: I know wha' he said, but - (JAMIE takes a quick look around the corner to make sure he wasn't followed.) SECOND DOCTOR: He's an Androgum, Jamie. (The duo start walking the corridor together.) SECOND DOCTOR: The Androgums are the servitors here. They do all the station maintenance. JAMIE: Ah, you mean a scullion. SECOND DOCTOR: Yes, with a high opinion of himself. Chefs usually have. (The trumpeting sound of the TARDIS dematerialising echoes down the corridor. The SECOND DOCTOR and JAMIE turn around.) JAMIE: That's the TARDIS! 4. INT. - SPACE STATION - KITCHENS (SHOCKEYE is now joined by CHESSENE, a tall, dark-haired, outwardly human-looking lady. SHOCKEYE and CHESSENE watch as the TARDIS dematerialises.) CHESSENE: Our allies won't care for that. I promised the Group Marshal he could have the Time Lord's machine. SHOCKEYE: Will it.. make any difference? CHESSENE: Not to me. I still have the Kartz-Reimer module. But it shows the Gallifreyans are suspicious, so I was right to lay the plans I did. SHOCKEYE: So now we wait. CHESSENE: Not for long. Stike is moving. SHOCKEYE: Already? The calgesic won't have affected the scientists yet! CHESSENE: It will by the time Stike's forces arrive. SHOCKEYE: Ah. Did they.. enjoy the meal? CHESSENE: (smiling) Dastari said.. you had surpassed yourself! SHOCKEYE: Ohh...! Being unable to taste it, I worried that it might be over-seasoned, ha-ha.. (SHOCKEYE happily picks up a plate of the bones and other remains of a large meal.) CHESSENE: Shockeye, their last supper would have added lustre to your reputation. SHOCKEYE: Ohh.. CHESSENE: Ha-ha.. except that they won't live to remember it. (CHESSENE and SHOCKEYE share a devious chuckle.) 5. INT. - SPACE STATION - DASTARI'S OFFICE (DASTARI's office shares the utilitarian triangular panels with the rest of the station, but the furnishings are oddly antique. A myriad of potted plants and objets d'art are scattered about. DASTARI himself, a man with collar-length grey hair worn brushed severely back, an unusual patterned dark grey lame' suit and tinted glasses, is seated at an antique wooden desk. The SECOND DOCTOR and JAMIE stand nearby.) DASTARI: I remember it very clearly, Doctor. (DASTARI rises from his seat, closing a notebook, and crosses to the SECOND DOCTOR.) DASTARI: You came to our inauguration, bearing fraternal greetings from Gallifrey. SECOND DOCTOR: Yes, yes.. that was before I, er, fell from favour. I - I'm a bit of an exile these days. DASTARI: Yes, I heard something about that. But you still act on their instructions. SECOND DOCTOR: It's the price I pay for my freedom. DASTARI: Needless to say, we've had no support at all from your people. SECOND DOCTOR: Oh Dastari, you can't have expected help from the Time Lords. Their policy is one of strict neutrality! DASTARI: Nonetheless, there's been widespread disappointment among the other Third Zone governments. SECOND DOCTOR: Don't chide me Dastari, I'm simply a messenger. Officially, I'm here quite unofficially. DASTARI: You'll explain that paradox, I know. SECOND DOCTOR: I'm a pariah! Exiled from Time Lord society. So, they can always deny sending me. DASTARI: And why have they sent you? SECOND DOCTOR: They have been monitoring the experiments in time travel of the professors Kartz and Reimer.. They want them stopped. DASTARI: I see... And how do the Time Lords equate that with a policy of complete 'neutrality?' SECOND DOCTOR: They don't have to. As I said, I have no official existence. So, they can always deny sending me. (DASTARI chuckles bitterly as he crosses back to his desk.) DASTARI: Ho-ho-ho.. oh, typical... Typical hypocrisy! (CHESSENE enters.) DASTARI: Yes, Chessene? CHESSENE: I wondered if your guests require refreshment, Professor. JAMIE: (gratefully) Ah, well er - SECOND DOCTOR: No, thank you. We've already eaten. JAMIE: Aye, but tha' was yesterday! SECOND DOCTOR: One meal a day is quite sufficient, Jamie. DASTARI: Are you sure? SECOND DOCTOR: Yes. DASTARI: Thank you, Chessene. CHESSENE: Very good, Professor. (CHESSENE exits. DASTARI returns to his seat.) DASTARI: Well Doctor.. what did you make of our shuttling? SECOND DOCTOR: (surprised) Was she an Androgum? DASTARI: She was. Now she's an Androgum T-A. Technologically augmented. SECOND DOCTOR: Oh.. one of your biological experiments. DASTARI: I've carried out nine augmentations on Chessene. She's at mega-genius level now. I'm very proud of her. SECOND DOCTOR: Proud of her, or your own skill? DASTARI: Perhaps a little of both.. but all that Androgum energy is now functioning on a higher plane. She spends days in the databanks, simply sucking in knowledge! SECOND DOCTOR: She's still an Androgum. You can't change nature. DASTARI: In Chessene's case I believe I have! SECOND DOCTOR: That's dangerous ground, Dastari! You give a monkey control of its environment, it'll fill the world with bananas! DASTARI: Oh really Doctor, I expected something more progressive from you! Don't you understand the tremendous implications of my work? SECOND DOCTOR: Yes, that's why I say it's so dangerous! DASTARI: Doctor, our races have become tired! In defeat! Our seed is thin, we must hand the baton of progress to others! (An impassioned DASTARI stands again and turns away from his guests. Behind him, the SECOND DOCTOR and JAMIE look at each other and shrug.) DASTARI: If I can raise the Androgums to a higher plane of consciousness.. there's no limit to what that boiling energy might achieve! SECOND DOCTOR: Dastari, I have no doubt you could augment an earwig to the point where it understood nuclear physics. But it'd still be a very stupid thing to do! 6. INT. - SPACE STATION - COMPUTER TERMINAL (A technician wearing a headset sits at a terminal of the station's computer. A pattern of concentric circles is displayed on the trapezoidal screen, indicating normal conditions. Suddenly, the display changes to that of three rolling spheres in space - Sontaran ships. The TECHNICIAN touches a control on his console.) TECHNICIAN: Identify! COMPUTER: The approaching craft are Sontaran battle cruisers. Their intention is hostile. TECHNICIAN: Operate the defence... (A gas injector is pressed to the TECHNICIAN's neck. He cries out and slumps forward, d*ad. The device is held by CHESSENE.) COMPUTER: Please complete your last instructions. CHESSENE: The last instruction is cancelled. Maintain normal surveillance. COMPUTER: Normal surveillance. CHESSENE: Open all docking bays. 7. EXT. - ALIEN LAKE (The SIXTH DOCTOR and PERI are on a rocky outcrop on the shore of a lake on some alien world. The SIXTH DOCTOR, wearing a sun visor, is lounging comfortably on a large wicker box and fishing in the lake. His multicoloured umbrella, opened, is resting on the rocks nearby. PERI, wearing a bikini top and shorts, is standing nearby. She drops a stone in the water.) SIXTH DOCTOR: Don't do that! You'll frighten the fish. (PERI throws another stone into the water.) PERI: What fish? Doctor, I'm bored! We've been here for hours. (The SIXTH DOCTOR removes his sun visor, and tosses it toward his umbrella. It misses. He sighs contentedly.) SIXTH DOCTOR: You know, I think it was Rassilon who once said, 'There are few ways in which a Time Lord can be more innocently occupied, then in catching fish.' PERI: That's a whopper. SIXTH DOCTOR: (looking into the water) Where? I don't see one. (PERI ties a short top on over her bikini.) PERI: It was Doctor Johnson who said that, about money. SIXTH DOCTOR: Well, what's the use of a good quotation if you can't change it? PERI: Anyway, you're not innocently employed in catching fish, are you? (PERI sits on a cushion next to the SIXTH DOCTOR.) SIXTH DOCTOR: They're just lazy today. Any angler will tell you, there are times when nothing will tempt them. PERI: That so? SIXTH DOCTOR: Well, the last time I fished this particular stretch, I landed four magnificent gumblejack in less than ten minutes. PERI: Gumblejack? SIXTH DOCTOR: The finest fish in this galaxy, probably the universe! Cleaned, skinned, quickly pan-fried in their own juices till they're golden brown.. Ambrosia steeped in nectar, Peri. The flavour is unforgettable. (There is a tug on the SIXTH DOCTOR's fishing rod. He stands, alert.) SIXTH DOCTOR: I think I've got a bite! PERI: At last. SIXTH DOCTOR: That's it.. yes, give him his head.. (The SIXTH DOCTOR fights to control his fishing rod, reeling the line in. PERI, interested, crosses to him.) PERI: You really caught something? SIXTH DOCTOR: Yes.. my word, this fellow's putting up a fight! Stand by with the gaff, Peri. PERI: I'm not sticking that thing in a poor little fish! SIXTH DOCTOR: Not so little, Peri! Not so little at all, by the feel of this it might be a record! (The SIXTH DOCTOR frantically reels in his line. Wriggling on his hook is an extremely tiny alien fish.) PERI: (laughing) Oh, wow, Doctor. That must weigh very nearly an ounce. SIXTH DOCTOR: Yes.. but did you see the one that got away? That magnificent gumblejack that was trying to eat this poor little fellow. There.. (The SIXTH DOCTOR hands the rod to PERI. He removes the tiny fish from his hook, and throws it back into the lake.) 8. INT. - SPACE STATION - DASTARI'S OFFICE (DASTARI is once again seated behind his desk, with the SECOND DOCTOR and JAMIE standing opposite.) DASTARI: Even if I wanted to, Doctor, I have no authority to order professors Kartz and Reimer to abandon their work. SECOND DOCTOR: Of course you have! You sanction all the experiments on this station. DASTARI: And what reason would I give? That 'the Time Lords have expressed concern?' SECOND DOCTOR: Dastari, our monitors have already detected ripples of up to point-four on the Bocher scale. Anything much higher would thr*at the whole fabric of time! DASTARI: They are well aware of the dangers, Doctor. They are responsible scientists. SECOND DOCTOR: They are incompetent meddlers. DASTARI: Aren't you being a little ingenuous, Doctor? SECOND DOCTOR: What do you mean? DASTARI: Hasn't it occurred to you that the Time Lords have a vested interest in ensuring that others do not discover their secrets? SECOND DOCTOR: (taken aback) Oh.. I'm sure that's not the case. DASTARI: I gather your own machine is no longer in the station. Isn't that because you didn't want Kartz and Reimer to get a look at it? SECOND DOCTOR: Look.. I've a suggestion. Stop these experiments for the time being, whilst my people study their work. If Kartz and Reimer really are on safe lines, I'm sure they'll be allowed to continue. (DASTARI rises from his seat, infuriated.) DASTARI: 'Allowed to continue?' SECOND DOCTOR: I mean, there would be no further objection! (DASTARI slowly crosses around his desk, to the SECOND DOCTOR.) DASTARI: (furious) In the first place, I have no authority to ask Kartz and Reimer to submit their work for analysis. And in the second place, the Time Lords have no right to make such a grossly unethical demand! I've never heard such unmitigated arrogance! SECOND DOCTOR: (equally furious) And I've never heard such specious claptrap! Oh, don't you pray to me about ethics! The balance of the space-time continuum could be destroyed by your ham-fisted numbskulls! (DASTARI removes his glasses. He seems increasingly unwell. He starts breathing heavily as he fumbles into his chair.) DASTARI: I.. don't feel there's anything to be gained by.. prolonging this discussion, Doctor. SECOND DOCTOR: Dastari, you have more letters after your name than anyone I know. Enough for two alphabets. How is it you can be such a stupid, stubborn, irrational, and thoroughly objectionable old idiot? (JAMIE, who has been standing by quietly throughout the exchange, smirks at the SECOND DOCTOR.) SECOND DOCTOR: Oh, what are you smiling at, you, you hairy-legged highlander? JAMIE: I'm just admiring your diplomatic skills. SECOND DOCTOR: Pah! (The SECOND DOCTOR notices DASTARI, who is now slumped on his desk, unconscious.) SECOND DOCTOR: Dastari? JAMIE: He's go' his head do'n, Doctor. I can't say I blame 'im. SECOND DOCTOR: I'll thank you not to speak in that appalling mongrel dialect. JAMIE: I mean, he's gone to sleep. SECOND DOCTOR: He's no' asleep - JAMIE: Ah! (JAMIE points at the SECOND DOCTOR, who realises his slip of the tongue.) SECOND DOCTOR: He's not asleep Jamie. He's drugged! JAMIE: He's what? (The sound of a battle and laser f*re is heard from the nearby corridors.) JAMIE: What's that? SECOND DOCTOR: (frightened) I would have thought a Jacobite would recognise that sound.. (A frightened SCIENTIST runs to the doorway.) SCIENTIST: Professor..! (The SCIENTIST is struck down by a laser bolt from the corridor. He cries out and falls over. The SECOND DOCTOR quickly kneels, checking the SCIENTIST for life signs as the room begins to fill with smoke.) SECOND DOCTOR: Jamie, run. JAMIE: What? SECOND DOCTOR: Run, I say! Save yourself! (Jamie runs out the opposite doorway. The smoke clears, and a three-fingered Sontaran hand points a w*apon at the SECOND DOCTOR. The SECOND DOCTOR meekly raises his hands in surrender.) 9. INT. - THE SIXTH DOCTOR'S TARDIS - CONSOLE ROOM (The SIXTH DOCTOR cheerfully enters the TARDIS, carrying his multicoloured umbrella. PERI follows, burdened with a picnic basket, the large wicker box, and a tall bag of fishing rods slung over her shoulder.) SIXTH DOCTOR: We'll try our luck at the great lakes of Pandatorea. PERI: Must we? SIXTH DOCTOR: Hm? Why, you've never seen such fish! And as for the Pandatorean conga, it's longer than.. your railway trains. (The SIXTH DOCTOR puts his umbrella on a chair. PERI drops the large box on the floor, and tosses the picnic basket on the chair.) PERI: I don't think I wish to know. (PERI is about to drop the tall fishing bag, but the SIXTH DOCTOR quickly takes it from her and lays it down carefully across the chair.) PERI: What is all this fishing stuff, anyway? SIXTH DOCTOR: It's restful! Relaxing. I think I've been overdoing things. I haven't felt at all.. myself, lately. PERI: Ha-ha.. I don't know which is yourself. SIXTH DOCTOR: Exactly. This re... (The SIXTH DOCTOR pauses as a stunned expression comes over his face.) SIXTH DOCTOR: gener... ation... tion... gen... (The SIXTH DOCTOR falls forward onto the floor, convulsing and crying out in pain. PERI quickly crouches beside him.) PERI: Doctor! What's wrong? 10. INT. - SPACE STATION - DASTARI'S OFFICE (The SECOND DOCTOR is seen standing inside a large glass tube, surrounded by blue light, convulsing in pain. He appears to be crying out, but no sound is heard. A three-fingered Sontaran hand operates controls on a console. JAMIE sees this through a grille high on the wall.) JAMIE: Doctor! 11. INT. - SPACE STATION - CORRIDOR (JAMIE stands on a box, peering through the grille. He draws his dirk from his sock, and starts to prise the grille open. SHOCKEYE enters from around the corner, holding a large food container. SHOCKEYE gleefully recognises JAMIE, and puts down his container. At the sound, JAMIE jumps off the box and takes a defensive stance, brandishing his dirk. SHOCKEYE menacingly circles JAMIE, but JAMIE keeps his stance.) SHOCKEYE: Whoa there... Steady now.. quiet boy.. easy.. Shockeye will not hurt you.. (JAMIE slices upward, cutting SHOCKEYE's outstretched hand. SHOCKEYE reflexively draws his hand back.) SHOCKEYE: Oh.. we are wild, aren't we? (CHESSENE enters.) CHESSENE: Shockeye! Why aren't you on the ship? (SHOCKEYE, admonished and momentarily forgetting about JAMIE, crosses to CHESSENE.) SHOCKEYE: I was just.. collecting some provisions, madam! CHESSENE: The ship is fully stocked. (SHOCKEYE picks up his container.) SHOCKEYE: Oh, but the standard rations are so boring. These are a few special things for the journey.. a cold collation I prepared. (JAMIE sees his chance, and retreats down the corridor.) SHOCKEYE: (growling) Gaah! The Tellurian has escaped! CHESSENE: Stike will leave nothing alive. SHOCKEYE: Oh, but such a waste, madam. CHESSENE: We must go! Bring the hamper. (The two Androgums begin walking down the corridor.) SHOCKEYE: Er.. have you decided on our destination? CHESSENE: It's unimportant. SHOCKEYE: Earth? CHESSENE: If you wish. SHOCKEYE: (gleefully) Ahh.. CHESSENE: But why Earth? SHOCKEYE: I have a desire to taste one of these human beasts, madam. The meat looks so white, and roundsomely layered on the bone.. a sure sign of a tasty animal! CHESSENE: You think of nothing but your stomach, do you Shockeye? SHOCKEYE: The gratification of pleasure, is the sole motive of action! Is that not our law? CHESSENE: I still accept it. But there are pleasures other than the purely sensual. SHOCKEYE: For you, perhaps. Fortunately, I have not been 'augmented.' CHESSENE: Take care. Your purity could easily become insufferable. SHOCKEYE: These days, you no longer use your karam name, do you, 'Chessene o' the Franzine Grig?' CHESSENE: Do you think for one moment that I forget that I bear the sacred blood of the Franzine Grig? But that noble history lies behind me, while ahead... Ahead lies a vision. 12. INT. - THE SIXTH DOCTOR'S TARDIS - CONSOLE ROOM (The SIXTH DOCTOR is lying on the floor, while a concerned PERI crouches beside him. He struggles to a sitting position.) PERI: Doctor.. er.. are you alright? SIXTH DOCTOR: Of course I'm not 'alright!' What happened? PERI: I think you fainted. SIXTH DOCTOR: I never faint! I remember now. I felt a weakness! I felt.. a weakness.. and then I.. I was in another place! PERI: (hopeful) Can I get you anything? Er.. celery! That's what you need. SIXTH DOCTOR: Celery? Yes! (The duo stand. The SIXTH DOCTOR begins walking around, with a worried expression.) SIXTH DOCTOR: And the tensile strength of... jelly babies! But I.. I had a clarinet! Or was it.. a flute? Something you blew into.. PERI: Er.. a glass of water, a.. SIXTH DOCTOR: Water, no, don't think so.. a recorder! (The SIXTH DOCTOR puts his hand to his forehead.) SIXTH DOCTOR: That's what it was.. some kind of mind lock! PERI: Doctor, you're not making any sense. SIXTH DOCTOR: I am making perfect sense! I was being put to death! PERI: I think you should sit down. (The SIXTH DOCTOR, blankly, starts to sit. He catches himself half way.) SIXTH DOCTOR: Sit down?? They're executing me! ..Except it wasn't that way. It didn't end like that. So it's not possible. PERI: What isn't possible? SIXTH DOCTOR: Well, I exist! I'm here! Now! Therefore, I cannot have been k*lled then! That is.. irrefutable logic, isn't it? PERI: Don't.. worry about it. SIXTH DOCTOR: (worried) But the there and then subsumes the here and now, so if I was k*lled then, I could only exist now as some sort of.. temporal tautology, that also is irrefutable. PERI: Circular logic will only make you dizzy, Doctor. SIXTH DOCTOR: The most likely explanation of course, is that I haven't synchronised properly yet. Some kind of time-slip in the subconscious. PERI: Perhaps you should see a doctor. SIXTH DOCTOR: (pause) Are you trying to be funny? PERI: No, it was just a suggestion. SIXTH DOCTOR: (animated) Actually, that's not such a bad idea! (The SIXTH DOCTOR crosses the room, digging a long, folded up strip of index cards out of his coat pocket. He begins frantically flipping through the cards.) SIXTH DOCTOR: Now, then.. Archimedes - hm, fascinating chap, bit wet.. Brunell.. Christopher Columbus - he had a lot to answer for... (He throws a wry glance toward PERI.) SIXTH DOCTOR: Dante'.. Da Vinci.. Dastari! Joinson Dastari, H-P-1, head of projects, Space Station Chimera, Third Zone. That's him! (The SIXTH DOCTOR excitedly drapes the long strip of cards over PERI's shoulders as he crosses back to the console.) PERI: Oh! Who? (PERI takes the strip off her shoulders and begins re-folding it. The SIXTH DOCTOR operates various controls on the console.) SIXTH DOCTOR: Dastari! The pioneer of genetic engineering. Be worth a trip, anyway. Dastari's people are doing some fascinating work on Rho mesons as the unstable factor in pin galaxies. PERI: (dryly) I can hardly wait. What are pin galaxies? (PERI finishes folding the strip of cards, and places it on the console.) SIXTH DOCTOR: Hmm? Oh, they're galaxies within the universe of the atom. Difficult to study. They only exist for one attosecond. PERI: Doctor, I have no idea what that means. SIXTH DOCTOR: It means you have to be quick. An attosecond is a quintillionth of a second. Right, here we go! (The SIXTH DOCTOR throws a final switch. A strained dematerialisation sound is heard, and the console room shakes for a moment. The time rotor column in the console begins its regular vertical motion, indicating flight.) SIXTH DOCTOR: You know, that was a good idea of mine, wasn't it? PERI: (exasperated) What? SIXTH DOCTOR: Getting medical help! 13. EXT. - SPACE - SPACE STATION CHIMERA (An establishing model sh*t of the city-scape station in all its glory.) 14. INT. - SPACE STATION - KITCHENS (The TARDIS materialises on the same spot in which we saw the SECOND DOCTOR's TARDIS earlier, but the atmosphere is totally different. It is dark, and the food has all putrefied. Clearly, some time has passed for the station. The SIXTH DOCTOR and PERI exit the TARDIS. Peri sniffs audibly.) PERI: Ugh! Oh Doctor, it's foul! Are you sure it's safe? SIXTH DOCTOR: Plenty of oxygen. PERI: But that awful smell! SIXTH DOCTOR: Mainly decaying food... And corpses. PERI: Corpses? SIXTH DOCTOR: (morose) That is the smell of death, Peri. Ancient must, heavy in the air. Fruit-soft flesh, peeling from white bones. The unholy, unburiable smell of Armageddon. Nothing quite so evocative as one's sense of smell, is there? PERI: I feel sick. SIXTH DOCTOR: I think you'll feel a good deal sicker before we're finished here. (The SIXTH DOCTOR gives PERI a reassuring pat on the arm, and leads the way out of the kitchens. PERI follows. As she leaves, a growling, wheezing, vaguely animal sound is heard from behind a grille in the wall.) 15. INT. - SPACE STATION - CORRIDOR (The SIXTH DOCTOR and PERI turn the same corner the SECOND DOCTOR and JAMIE did earlier. Here, as in the kitchens, it is much darker than before, and the walls show signs of a violent battle. The SIXTH DOCTOR indicates one still-smoking hole in a panel.) SIXTH DOCTOR: Laser bolt there, you see? (The SIXTH DOCTOR sighs, and crosses to another damaged area.) SIXTH DOCTOR: And there.. it must have been quite a fight. PERI: Look! (PERI picks up a blood-stained lab coat.) SIXTH DOCTOR: Quite recently, too. Otherwise, the atmosphere would have cleared. PERI: D'you think we should go on any further? SIXTH DOCTOR: (surprised) What? PERI: Well, I mean, if there's no one left alive, there's nothing we can do now, is there? SIXTH DOCTOR: I want to find out what happened here! Look, you can go back to the TARDIS if you like. PERI: No, I - I'll stay with you. (The SIXTH DOCTOR grunts in acknowledgement, and walks on. After a brief moment, PERI follows.) SIXTH DOCTOR: When I first saw this station, I thought of comet strike, or some such natural disaster. But it's been deliberately destroyed! Now, what kind of monster would want to stop the brilliant work that was being done here? Pure research, for its own sake! It thr*at no one! COMPUTER: It thr*at the Time Lords. (The SIXTH DOCTOR and PERI are startled by the voice of the station's computer.) SIXTH DOCTOR: (bristling) Would you care to repeat that? COMPUTER: It thr*at the Time Lords. SIXTH DOCTOR: And what put that idea into your apology for a brain? COMPUTER: Return to your ship and leave. SIXTH DOCTOR: Certainly not! COMPUTER: Then this station will switch to defence alert. SIXTH DOCTOR: I will not be thr*at by a computer! And put some lights on! PERI: How do you know it's a computer? SIXTH DOCTOR: My dear girl, I know a computer when I talk to one. Come on. (The SIXTH DOCTOR walks on. PERI follows.) PERI: And what did it mean, 'defence alert?' SIXTH DOCTOR: Oh, the usual. Floor trips, electronic sensors, death rays, jets of nerve gas... Nothing to worry about. PERI: Oh, good. I was afraid it might mean something serious. SIXTH DOCTOR: Hm. As long as we keep our wits about us. (The SIXTH DOCTOR lifts his coat-tails as he steps over the beam of an electric eye. PERI tries her best to step over it as well. As the duo turn a corner, a klaxon is heard.) PERI: What's that noise? SIXTH DOCTOR: It's depressurising this section! (The sound of rushing air is heard as the SIXTH DOCTOR tries a control panel on the wall.) SIXTH DOCTOR: No power.. PERI: It's getting colder! SIXTH DOCTOR: It will. But, we'll die from lack of air before we freeze to death. (The SIXTH DOCTOR tries another control panel. It is d*ad as well.) PERI: How long? SIXTH DOCTOR: Not many minutes. We've got to get out of this passageway. (The SIXTH DOCTOR feels along a door. He finds an emergency panel, and pulls the cover off.) SIXTH DOCTOR: Ah! Thought there'd be one. (The SIXTH DOCTOR assembles an emergency hydraulic lever apparatus from components folded and stored inside the panel. He begins frantically pumping the lever as PERI begins gasping for air.) PERI: Nothing's.. happening.. SIXTH DOCTOR: (pumping and gasping) Got to.. build.. hydraulic.. pressure.. (PERI faints. The doors open as the sound of rushing air gets even louder. The SIXTH DOCTOR, struggling for breath, lifts the unconscious PERI over his shoulder, and brings her through the doors.) 16. EXT. - SPANISH HACIENDA (Present-day Earth. A large, classical, isolated Spanish hacienda. SHOCKEYE, CHESSENE, and a Sontaran, VARL, pass through the ornate wrought-iron gates. They pause just outside the entrance.) CHESSENE: Excellent. (CHESSENE raises a hand, and concentrates on her surroundings.) CHESSENE: I detect only one occupant, a female. SHOCKEYE: Don't use the gas injector, madam. They give the flesh an acrid taste. I'll slaughter it myself. CHESSENE: It might not be edible, Shockeye. I detect great age. Come! (The three aliens proceed to the front door.) 17. INT. - SPACE STATION - DASTARI'S OFFICE (Like the rest of the station, it is dark. PERI is sitting in a chair. The SIXTH DOCTOR standing behind her, hands on her temples.) SIXTH DOCTOR: Feeling better? PERI: Thanks.. Where are we? SIXTH DOCTOR: Dastari's office. PERI: How d'you know? (The SIXTH DOCTOR regards DASTARI's desk.) SIXTH DOCTOR: He liked old, familiar things around him. He worked out the famous theory of parallel matter at that desk, and in pen and ink. He detested computers. PERI: You speak as though you're sure he's.. d*ad. SIXTH DOCTOR: They're all d*ad, Peri... Forty of the finest scientific minds ever assembled in one place. The barbarity of such a deed.. I find scarcely conceivable. PERI: Well, were they a thr*at to the Time Lords? SIXTH DOCTOR: Absolute rubbish. This institute was a thr*at to no one, it's only purpose was to add to the sum total of knowledge. PERI: Well, then why did the computer say that - SIXTH DOCTOR: Oh.. don't know. Not yet. Programmed to say that, presumably. (The station lights turn up to full.) PERI: What's that for? SIXTH DOCTOR: Switching to visual.. must've lost track of us. PERI: Well, I haven't seen any lenses. SIXTH DOCTOR: There'll be an electronic eye somewhere. D'you notice the floor? PERI: What about it? SIXTH DOCTOR: Cork insulation and carpet. PERI: So your friend liked to be comfortable, even in space. SIXTH DOCTOR: It's been tracking us by the heat of our feet. In here, it couldn't detect us. PERI: You mean it got worried, and switched the lights on? SIXTH DOCTOR: Something like that. I wonder what it'll try next. (The SIXTH DOCTOR seats himself at DASTARI's desk, and begins idly looking through DASTARI's notebook.) PERI: You don't think it'll just leave us alone? SIXTH DOCTOR: Most unlikely. Think of it as a game, between it and us. PERI: I love games, Doctor. Games where I'm not expecting to end up d*ad... Are you listening? SIXTH DOCTOR: (engrossed in the notebook) Yes... My word, they were doing some fascinating work here. This is Dastari's day journal. PERI: You've told me all I wanna know about pin galaxies. SIXTH DOCTOR: (reading) Some people called.. Kartz and Reimer were having some success, it seems, with.. experiments in time control. PERI: But you can already do that. SIXTH DOCTOR: Well, I can, yes, but I didn't realise the Third Zoners were that close to.. to the.. breakthrough.. PERI: Is something wrong? SIXTH DOCTOR: This last entry.. 'The Time Lords are demanding that Kartz and Reimer suspend their work, alleging their experiments are imperilling the continuum. No proof was offered to support this charge, so I rejected the demand. Colleagues fear they may forcibly intervene...? All agree that we must stand firm and refuse to be intimidated...!' PERI: So it was the Time Lords! SIXTH DOCTOR: No, it's not possible! No matter how dangerous the experiments they were doing, they'd have found some other way of halting them! Not this m*ssacre! PERI: Well.. maybe they couldn't find another way. (The SIXTH DOCTOR rises from the desk and begins frantically pacing.) SIXTH DOCTOR: No! It's not believable that they would commit such an atrocity! The use of force is alien to Time Lord nature! PERI: Well, perhaps they thought the ends justified the means! Isn't that always the excuse for something really bad? SIXTH DOCTOR: No, I won't believe it. There must be some other explanation! PERI: Well.. maybe someone's setting the Time Lords up! SIXTH DOCTOR: 'Setting them up,' what - set.. setting.. setting them.. up... (The SIXTH DOCTOR, wide-eyed, crosses to PERI.) SIXTH DOCTOR: You know, sometimes, young Peri, you make amazingly shrewd remarks! Yes! It could be a crude attempt to drive a wedge between Gallifrey and the Third Zone governments. PERI: But who'd benefit from that? SIXTH DOCTOR: I don't know. But I intend to find out. PERI: That's if we get out of here alive. SIXTH DOCTOR: Hm? Oh, yes, I was forgetting that. We still have our homicidal computer to deal with. PERI: It's getting awfully hot and stuffy in here now. SIXTH DOCTOR: Yes, having failed to freeze us to death, it's now trying to bake us. It appears to be a machine with a distinctly limited repertoire. (The SIXTH DOCTOR returns to the desk and begins rummaging through its contents.) PERI: Who needs anything fancy? Oh Doctor, we've gotta get out of here! SIXTH DOCTOR: We have to do better than that.. we've got to find our way to the control centre and turn the wretched thing off. PERI: Well, how're we going to do that without being zapped on the way? SIXTH DOCTOR: 'Zapped??' We'll have to find our way down into the infrastructure and work our way across. We'll be cramped down there, but it's safer than going on the walkways. (The SIXTH DOCTOR rummages through the desk drawer.) SIXTH DOCTOR: Not so much as a paper clip! You'd think someone like Dastari would keep a few useful odds and ends around! (Frustrated, he slams the drawer shut.) PERI: Oh, Doctor, it's absolutely stifling now. SIXTH DOCTOR: Yes.. yes, it is a bit uncomfortable. (The SIXTH DOCTOR crosses to the far door, and removes a small panel in its centre. He examines the circuitry inside.) SIXTH DOCTOR: As I thought. I could trip this if I had a bit of wire! PERI: Well, what're you trying to do? SIXTH DOCTOR: Save us from death by dehydration. That computer's been forced to turn the power on.. (He begins emptying his pockets, coming up with the index card strip, a ball of string, a hand mirror, a yo-yo, and a banana.) SIXTH DOCTOR: but it hasn't energized the door locks. If only I could - (The SIXTH DOCTOR notices something on the desk.) SIXTH DOCTOR: A-ha! Here you are.. (He hands PERI the banana as he crosses to the desk.) SIXTH DOCTOR: Now.. (Stuffing his belongings back into his pockets, he approaches an unusual sculpture with prominent strands of curling metal wire. The SIXTH DOCTOR bends a small bit of wire back and forth until it snaps off. Satisfied, he goes back to the bare circuitry in the door, and carefully trips it with his wire. After a small electrical snap and some sparks, the door opens.) SIXTH DOCTOR: Voila! You know, I don't know much about art, but I know what I like. 18. INT. - HACIENDA - CHAPEL (A frail old Spanish woman, the DOÑA ARANA, is kneeling in silent prayer at a statue of Christ. She crosses herself, and rises unsteadily on her cane. She leaves a red rose as an offering to the Christ, and walks away. We can tell by the way she chooses her path with her cane that she is blind. Her path is soon blocked by SHOCKEYE.) DOÑA: ¿Quién está, aquí? SHOCKEYE: It cannot see. DOÑA: You are.. English...? ¿Quién está? (SHOCKEYE delivers a heavy downward blow, and the old woman crumples to the floor. He descends upon the body, poking and prodding.) SHOCKEYE: The creature's bones are dry and brittle! CHESSENE: I sensed it was very old. But its mind will be of use. Bring it through. (CHESSENE ascends a nearby staircase.) SHOCKEYE: You carry it, Varl. VARL: I do not take orders from civilians. (VARL follows CHESSENE up the stairs. SHOCKEYE growls angrily at the dismissal, and bends to retrieve his slaughtered prize.) 19. INT. - SPACE STATION - KITCHENS (The kitchens are brightly lit. The SIXTH DOCTOR removes a large triangular panel from the wall, revealing an empty chute behind it.) SIXTH DOCTOR: Ah. This looks big enough to get down. PERI: (eating her banana) Well, can't we just take off? SIXTH DOCTOR: Not until I find out exactly what happened here. (PERI notices a corpse near the TARDIS, and puts down her banana.) PERI: Doctor, look! SIXTH DOCTOR: We haven't got time to bother about d*ad Androgums, Peri. PERI: Ugh.. Well, how d'you know it's an Androgum? SIXTH DOCTOR: (impatiently) I know an Androgum when I see one! Come on! (PERI crosses to the SIXTH DOCTOR.) SIXTH DOCTOR: Right, shouldn't be too far down, just put your arms over your head, and slide. PERI: What happens if I get stuck? SIXTH DOCTOR: I shouldn't advise that, I'll be right behind you. PERI: Okay, okay. (PERI climbs into the chute, and lets out a yelp as she slides out of view. The SIXTH DOCTOR follows suit.) 20. INT. - SPACE STATION - INFRASTRUCTURE (The station's infrastructure is a complex multicoloured framework of struts, grids, supports, and conduits of all kinds. Peri stands near the outlet of the chute as the SIXTH DOCTOR tumbles out, making an uncomfortable landing.) SIXTH DOCTOR: That was a bit further down than I expected. Ooh.. PERI: Well it's alright coming down, how are we ever gonna get back up again? SIXTH DOCTOR: Oh, there'll be service hatches.. ooh! (The SIXTH DOCTOR bumps his head on a beam as he struggles to get upright.) PERI: You did say it would be cramped.. SIXTH DOCTOR: (rubbing his head) Thanks for reminding me. This way, I think.. (The SIXTH DOCTOR leads the way through the maze.) PERI: How can you tell? SIXTH DOCTOR: Apart from possessing an unerring sense of direction, all the service ducts lead this way. They must lead up to the control centre. (The SIXTH DOCTOR leads the way with confidence, and comes upon a d*ad end.) SIXTH DOCTOR: Ah. Hm.. (He doubles back, followed by a decreasingly confident PERI. The duo carefully make their path on the perilous framework. At one point, PERI slips and nearly loses her footing, grabbing hold of a vertical strut for support.) PERI: Oh! SIXTH DOCTOR: You alright? PERI: Heh heh, sure. Can't remember when I last had so much fun. (As the camera pans, an indistinct FIGURE enters the frame. Unseen by the SIXTH DOCTOR and PERI, but right in camera view, the hooded FIGURE watches the travellers for a moment. Groaning to itself, the FIGURE quickly exits frame as the SIXTH DOCTOR and PERI continue on their path.) 21. EXT. - HACIENDA - COURTYARD (SHOCKEYE is sitting at a table and fanning himself as CHESSENE approaches from within the hacienda, holding her gas injector w*apon.) CHESSENE: Where is Varl? SHOCKEYE: Oh.. he's setting up a homing beacon for the Sontaran ship. CHESSENE: We must ask Stike to make a discreet landing. This planet is greatly overpopulated. SHOCKEYE: (slyly) By the time I leave it, madam, that may not be a problem. Oh... Did you learn much from the d*ad mind? CHESSENE: It was a puny thing. This region of the planet is called... 'Andalucía.' We are four kilometres from the city of 'Seville.' SHOCKEYE: (animatedly) Oh.. oh.. and is the eating good there? CHESSENE: Doña Arana had little interest in food. Her mind was full of her religion. SHOCKEYE: Religion! I'm not interested in the beliefs of primitives! Only in what they taste like! CHESSENE: In some ways, Shockeye o' the Quawncing Grig, you are a complete primitive yourself. SHOCKEYE: You only say that, Chessene, because of the foreign, alien filth injected into you by Dastari! But come what may, you are an Androgum. Never lose sights of your horizons. 22. INT. - SPACE STATION - INFRASTRUCTURE (The SIXTH DOCTOR and PERI continue their journey through the maze of conduits. The SIXTH DOCTOR is helping PERI up a ladder.) SIXTH DOCTOR: Here, give me your hand.. good girl. PERI: (fatigued) Oh.. it would help if we could see. SIXTH DOCTOR: Er, can't be much further. PERI: Just far enough to scrape the skin off another leg. What is all this stuff, anyway? SIXTH DOCTOR: Hm? Oh, fluidic streams. Interesting application of an old idea. Think I detect Dastari's hand in the design. There.. (The SIXTH DOCTOR unscrews a nearby conduit from it's connection, and examines it.) SIXTH DOCTOR: There, you see? PERI: Should you have done that? SIXTH DOCTOR: Oh, they're self-sealing. Now that fluid- (The mysterious FIGURE coughs from out of frame. PERI hears it.) PERI: Doctor- SIXTH DOCTOR: (uninterrupted) -carries a signal, in the same way that a signal in an electronic circuit is carried by the flow of electrons. (The SIXTH DOCTOR replaces the conduit into its connection. PERI hears the mysterious wheezing again.) PERI: Doctor! SIXTH DOCTOR: The interesting thing about a fluidic device- what? PERI: I- I thought I heard something. I was trying to listen, but you kept on talking. SIXTH DOCTOR: (archly) I was imparting a little information! If you ask a question, you should listen to the answer, my girl. Otherwise, you will gain absolutely no benefit from being in my company. It is the province of knowledge to speak, and the privilege of wisdom to listen. (The SIXTH DOCTOR wipes his hands on his handkerchief.) PERI: Privilege! SIXTH DOCTOR: Hm. PERI: I can't tell you how privileged I feel! Having been half-frozen, and asphyxiated, and cooked, and then forced to clamber through miles of pipe.. SIXTH DOCTOR: Good, because we have about another mile to go. Come on. (PERI petulantly follows the SIXTH DOCTOR through the maze. The wheezing is heard again.) PERI: (panicky) AH! Listen! SIXTH DOCTOR: What is it? PERI: I.. I.. I.. I heard it again! There's.. there's something down here with us! SIXTH DOCTOR: Well, it's not possible! You're imagining it. PERI: I tell you, I'm certain I heard something. SIXTH DOCTOR: Hydraulics. PERI: What? SIXTH DOCTOR: Well, some of these pumping systems are very old! There's bound to be the odd wheeze. (The wheezing is heard again, very loudly this time. ) PERI: Well, that's the fiercest pump I ever heard! SIXTH DOCTOR: (wide-eyed) There's something down here with us, Peri! 23. INT. - SPACE STATION - INFRASTRUCTURE (The mysterious FIGURE, draped in a hood or blanket of some sort, is hanging from an indeterminate part of the infrastructure.) 24. INT. - SPACE STATION - INFRASTRUCTURE (The SIXTH DOCTOR and PERI continue their journey. The duo come upon a small junction box.) SIXTH DOCTOR: There.. we must be under the central control area, now. (The SIXTH DOCTOR opens the box and begins tinkering with the components inside.) PERI: Well, I just hope you know what you're doing. SIXTH DOCTOR: If I didn't, I wouldn't be doing it. Do have a little faith. PERI: It just looks very complicated. SIXTH DOCTOR: Not at all, these type 49 systems are colour-coded. Er, defence mechanisms in red, power supplies in yellow.. and so forth. Now all we have to do is disarm that computer, and hopefully we'll get some civil answers out of the thing. PERI: There's a ladder over here. SIXTH DOCTOR: Hm? Yes, I know, I saw it. Leads up to the central control area. Blue... You know, I can't remember what blue stands for? Oh, well. PERI: Can I help? SIXTH DOCTOR: Hm? No no no! This is a job for an expert. They often booby-trap these computers to prevent tampering. Berbury's noose was a favourite. PERI: What's that? SIXTH DOCTOR: Berbury's noose? Very nasty. Leaves you without a head. PERI: Oh. SIXTH DOCTOR: D'you know, I wish I could remember what that blue line serves. (PERI, perhaps thinking matters over, climbs down the nearby ladder. She passes a tangle of cables on the way down.) 25. EXT. - HACIENDA - BALCONY (The Sontaran, VARL, peers at the sky through advanced binoculars.) 26. EXT. - SKY - VARL'S POV THROUGH BINOCULARS (The rolling sphere shape of a Sontaran ship approaches the Earth.) 27. EXT. - HACIENDA - BALCONY (VARL, satisfied, lowers his binoculars and exits into the hacienda.) 28. EXT. - SPANISH WOODLANDS (A couple, OSCAR and ANITA, are walking in a field. OSCAR, a rotund Englishman, is wearing khakis and carrying various bags, a butterfly net, and binoculars. ANITA, a lovely young Spanish lady, is wearing a simple dress and fanning herself. They come upon a wooden sign, which reads: PROHIBIDA LA ENTRADA A PERSONAS NO AUTORIZADAS.) OSCAR: What does that say, Anita? ANITA: 'Keep out.' OSCAR: Oh. Well, perhaps we'd better had. ANITA: It doesn't matter, Oscar. It's a very old sign. OSCAR: Yes, but- ANITA: No one lives on the hacienda now, only the Doña Arana. OSCAR: Doña Arana? ANITA: An old lady, Don Vincenté Arana's widow. She never leaves the house. OSCAR: Where is the house? ANITA: Over that hill. D'you know, in the old days when my mother worked for the Don it was like a palace. Now, it is falling down. 29. EXT. - HACIENDA - FOUNTAIN (SHOCKEYE is sitting at a large fountain as VARL approaches from the hacienda. SHOCKEYE savagely tears at a watermelon, taking huge mouthfuls of the fruit. Revolted, he spits out the mouthful and throws the watermelon chunks into the fountain.) SHOCKEYE: Insipid muck! VARL: Our leader is in descent orbit. SHOCKEYE: 'Our leader' is Chessene o' the Franzine Grig. (SHOCKEYE picks up a chicken leg and takes mad gluttonous bites.) VARL: Marshal Stike commands the ninth Sontaran battle group! SHOCKEYE: He doesn't command anything here. Chessene planned this operation! VARL: You will see! We Sontarans lead, we never follow! (VARL exits the scene, leaving an infuriated SHOCKEYE.) SHOCKEYE: Tell him to come in on full mufflers! An' that's an order from Chessene! (SHOCKEYE frantically tears a large piece of chicken from the bone.) 30. EXT. - SPANISH WOODLANDS (OSCAR and ANITA come upon a clearing.) ANITA: Hmm, this is the place. There always used to be hundreds of moths around here. OSCAR: Yes... Yes, it looks like splendid moth country. Of course, we are a little early. Moths.. are ladies of the night. (OSCAR finds a spot to put down his gear, and ANITA can't help but smile as she listens to OSCAR enthuse about his hobby) OSCAR: Painted beauties.. sleeping all day, and.. rising at the sunset to.. whisper through the roseate dusk on gossamer wings of damask, and silk. ANITA: You really like them, don't you, Oscar. OSCAR: Oh, I adore them. ANITA: Then why do you k*ll them? OSCAR: Hah, so that I can look at them. (OSCAR inspects his lantern.) ANITA: What's that for? OSCAR: 'Moths to the flame,' my dear. Then I net them, and put them in my cyanide box. (OSCAR produces a glass jar containing cotton wool and white crystals.) ANITA: Cyanide? Isn't that terribly dangerous? OSCAR: Ha ha, not if one is careful. I've used cyanide since I was a boy. It's quicker.. and kinder to the little creatures than ammonia. ANITA: What do you do with the poor things when they're d*ad? OSCAR: I mount them, in my collection. So that I can sit.. and admire them. ANITA: Don't you have a television? (A strange whooshing sound is heard. It sounds like an aircraft, and it's getting louder.) OSCAR: Down! (The couple crouch down as the noise builds..) 31. EXT. - HORIZON (The rolling sphere of a Sontaran ship flies noisily across the sky. It passes over the tree line, and lands out of sight.) 32. EXT. - SPANISH WOODLANDS (OSCAR and ANITA gingerly rise from their prone positions.) OSCAR: I thought it was going to h*t us! ANITA: It landed over that way, somewhere! We have to go and see, somebody might need help! OSCAR: I - I - I do hope not, I.. can't bear the sight of gory entrails. Well, except, of course, on the stage.. (ANITA pulls OSCAR to his feet, and the couple run in the direction of the crash, leaving Oscar's moth-catching gear behind.) 33. EXT. - FIELD OUTSIDE HACIENDA (OSCAR and ANITA approach the hacienda.) 34. EXT. - HACIENDA - OSCAR'S POV THROUGH BINOCULARS (DASTARI and STIKE, another Sontaran, carry an unconscious SECOND DOCTOR to the hacienda. They are walking away from camera, so STIKE's alien features are not readily apparent.) 35. EXT. - FIELD OUTSIDE HACIENDA (OSCAR and ANITA watch the scene, OSCAR lowering his binoculars.) ANITA: It must have crashed! OSCAR: Please, Anita, don't let's go any nearer. Oh, they may be suffering from.. hideous injuries! ANITA: The Doña Arana won't be able to help them, and there's no telephone! We have to see if we can help. (ANITA pulls OSCAR toward the hacienda.) 36. INT. - SPACE STATION - INFRASTRUCTURE (PERI is exploring the lower level while the SIXTH DOCTOR continues his work on the junction box. PERI comes across a bundle of old blankets, and stoops to examine it.) PERI: Doctor! Over here! SIXTH DOCTOR: What is it? PERI: I - I don't know... well, come and see! (The SIXTH DOCTOR is concentrating on his work.) SIXTH DOCTOR: In a minute. (As the SIXTH DOCTOR works, the shrouded FIGURE appears behind PERI. PERI doesn't notice it lumbering toward her. Meanwhile, the SIXTH DOCTOR is putting the finishing touches on his work.) SIXTH DOCTOR: There. That should just about have done it. (PERI screams from the lower level.) SIXTH DOCTOR: Peri! (As the SIXTH DOCTOR turns to help his friend, a stream of gas is sprayed into his face by the junction box. The SIXTH DOCTOR's face twists into a mask of pain, and he topples off the ledge upon which he was standing. His fall stops when he is caught under his arms by a stretch of tangled cables, but he is still not moving. PERI is crying out as she struggles with the FIGURE in the mass of blankets, as the inert SIXTH DOCTOR hangs from the cables...)
{"type": "series", "show": "Doctor Who", "episode": "22x07 - The Two Doctors - part 1"}
foreverdreaming
PART TWO Written by ROBERT HOLMES Original Air Date: 23 February, 1985 5:20pm - 6:05pm 1. INT. COMPUTER CONSTRUCT, CHIMERO SPACE STATION SIXTH DOCTOR: (Fiddling with the computer wires) What is it, Peri? PERI: I don't know... come and see! SIXTH DOCTOR: (Absently) In a minute (Peri continues to examine the blankets on the ground. While she does this the mysterious cloaked figure approaches silently from behind. Meanwhile the Doctor makes one last adjustment to the computer's wiring and begins to close the terminal.) SIXTH DOCTOR: There. That should just about have done it. (Peri screams in the distance. The Doctor spins around alarmedly.) SIXTH DOCTOR: Peri! (As soon as he turns away from the terminal a jet of smoky gas is sprayed from it, and hits him right in the face. His body contorts in pain and he falls limply forward. He lands on a length of tangled wires and hangs there, motionless. Meanwhile the cloaked figure has jumped Peri and is on her back, grappling with her. Peri tries to roll over and h*t back at the figure. The figure grunts hoarsely and falls off her before lying motionless. Peri quickly stands up, still panicky. She starts to make her way through the construct.) PERI: Thanks for your help, Doctor! (She walks through the construct and comes to the Doctor's body. She pulls the Doctor down from the wires, and he falls limply to the ground. She kneels by his body.) PERI: Doctor? Wake up! SIXTH DOCTOR: *groan* PERI: C'mon! SIXTH DOCTOR: (Groggily) What is it? (Peri begins to pull the Doctor to his feet as he moans weakly.) PERI: C'mon, Doctor, get up! SIXTH DOCTOR: Ugh, Peri! (He stands up) Peri, what happened? Why'd you scream? PERI: That thing you saw was an animal. It att*cked me... And it's human, I think! SIXTH DOCTOR: If you hadn't screamed I wouldn't have triggered that stun jet; I was expecting there'd be one!...it can't be human. We're in the farthest reaches of the Galaxy. (The Doctor walks back along the passageway. Peri follows.) PERI: *sigh* Well it's humanoid at any rate...come and see it. SIXTH DOCTOR: Huh. Ballroom gas. An ordinary person would have been unconscious for hours. PERI: So would you if I hadn't dragged you clear of it! SIXTH DOCTOR: No! I closed my respiratory passages as soon as I detected any danger! (They stop walking, as they've reached the unconscious body.) PERI: Well, then how did you breath? SIXTH DOCTOR: *small laugh* With difficulty. I'll explain one day. (The Doctor kneels over the body.) SIXTH DOCTOR: Yes, it certainly does appear to be humanoid...so it finally mustered the courage to att*ck... PERI: I think it might've been my fault... it was just protecting it's nest. SIXTH DOCTOR: Understandable. (The Doctor turns the body over, and as he does so a hood falls away to reveal the assailant as Jamie, albeit a tired-looking Jamie with a grimy face and clothes it looks like he found on a d*ad technician. He groans.) SIXTH DOCTOR: Jamie? PERI: What? SIXTH DOCTOR: It's Jamie! How did he get here? He should be with me. PERI: Well, he's not now, Doctor, not anymore. SIXTH DOCTOR: Yes, that's right... but if he's here, then where am I?... I must have been here, Peri! PERI: You mean at some past time? SIXTH DOCTOR: Uh-huh. (Jamie regains consciousness, and starts to panic, grunting and kicking wildly.) SIXTH DOCTOR: It's alright, Jamie, it's all right! JAMIE: Keep away! (The Doctor hands a shiny medical- thing who proceeds to wrap it tightly around Jamie's right arm.) SIXTH DOCTOR: Alright... JAMIE: Hurry! Keep off! SIXTH DOCTOR: Jamie! It's all right! (The Doctor jabs Jamie in the throat with a strange probe that resembles a needle but with a small black orb on the end. Jamie struggles but it's to no avail. He falls unconscious again as the Doctor inserts a second, smaller needle.) SIXTH DOCTOR: Don't worry... it will help you to relax... PERI: Help him relax? You've k*lled him! SIXTH DOCTOR: Don't be ridiculous! (He stares at Jamie's body.) You know, I seem to remember I was always very fond of Jamie... PERI: He's not moving SIXTH DOCTOR: Nope. His nervous system's temporarily paralysed. He'll be fine shortly. JAMIE: (slurred) Doctor...Doctor... SIXTH DOCTOR: Yes Jamie? PERI: He's not talking to you. JAMIE: (slurred) They're k*lling the Doctor... (The Doctor stands up.) SIXTH DOCTOR: (Grimly) I'm afraid he's deranged. It's often the effect of extreme fear. (The Doctor walks off.) JAMIE: (slurred) m*rder the Doctor... PERI: (Leaning closer) Jamie? JAMIE: (slurred) They k*lled the Doctor... PERI: Can you hear me? My name's Peri. I'm your friend. Do you understand? JAMIE: Friend? PERI: Friend. JAMIE: They've k*lled the Doctor. (Jamie continues his murmuring.) SIXTH DOCTOR: He seems very sure of that. PERI: Is it possible? SIXTH DOCTOR: Of course not! I exist therefore I am, and was. PERI: (Bitterly) Don't go through all that irrefutable logic again. SIXTH DOCTOR: Oh, yes, I remember. That mind-slip in the TARDIS. PERI: You did SAY you were being put to death. SIXTH DOCTOR: Yes, I did...I wonder if it could've been here? PERI: Don't ask me, I don't understand any of this! SIXTH DOCTOR: Ah, neither do I! Not yet. (The Doctor kneels beside Jamie and pulls out a silver fob-watch.) SIXTH DOCTOR: Jamie, I want you to look at this pretty little thing here. (He begins to swing the fob watch.) SIXTH DOCTOR: See? Look how it swings? Backwards... forwards. Forwards...backwards. (Jamie is silent, and raises his head to look at the watch.) SIXTH DOCTOR: (Softly) It makes your eyes feel... heavy. So heavy. Sleep. Sleep. (Jamie closes his eyes slowly and his head falls backwards.) SIXTH DOCTOR: Now, why did you come here with the Doctor? (Jamie keeps his eyes shut, and talks groggily, as if in a trance.) JAMIE: To see Dastari. SIXTH DOCTOR: Did you see him? JAMIE: Aye... they had an argument. SIXTH DOCTOR: (Incredulously) The Doctor had an argument with Dastari? What about? JAMIE: The Time Lords. SIXTH DOCTOR: What happened then, Jamie? Can you remember? JAMIE: There was a battle. The knights came and k*lled everyone. SIXTH DOCTOR: The knights? (Pause) What were they like, Jamie, can you tell me? JAMIE: They had a sort of... armour. Heavy... with no necks. And their hands were just... two great fingers. They k*lled everyone. (Jamie rears his head up again all of a sudden, his eyes wide in shock.) JAMIE: They k*lled the Doctor I saw 'em! (The Doctor raises his hands to Jamie's head and chest to comfit him.) SIXTH DOCTOR: It's alright Jamie! (Pushing Jamie's head back down) Sleep. Sleep. (The Doctor carefully removes the probes from Jamie's throat and stands up slowly.) SIXTH DOCTOR: He just gave a reasonably accurate description of the Sontarans. PERI: (Standing up) Who? (The Doctor walks off determinedly. Peri follows.) SIXTH DOCTOR: Let's see if anything's recorded in that computer. PERI: But what about Jamie? SIXTH DOCTOR: He'll be fine. A bit of rest will be the best thing for him. 2. EXT. SEVILLE COUNTRYSIDE, SPAIN (Oscar and Anita are walking up a hill. Oscar appears agitated while Anita is her usual calm self. Oscar grabs Anita's hand and pulls her in towards him, melodramatically.) OSCAR: Is it possible that we imagined what we saw? ANITA: Of course not. OSCAR: You are such a pragmatist, my little flower, but if an aeroplane has crashed, why, shouldn't there be wreckage? ANITA: Of course. OSCAR: Well, then, like a star on my dressing room door it becomes conspicuous by its absence. ANITA: We simply haven't found it yet: we must continue to search. OSCAR: We should summon the authorities. Confident, official people trained in the tying of bandages. ANITA: We have to search! There may be people bleeding to death at this very moment! OSCAR: I'm not a well man. (Anita moves in and hugs Oscar.) ANITA: Oh, be brave, Oscar. Think of all the publicity. Who knows? The British Consul may forgive you and book you on an forthcoming tour. (Anita walks off, leaving Oscar with this thought which clearly entertains his ego.) 3. INT. CONTROL CENTRE, CHIMERO SPACE STATION (A black and grey tiled room, filled with unusual devices. The Sixth Doctor confidently strides in, with Peri in tow.) SIXTH DOCTOR: Of course, I never for a moment thought that it was the Time Lords. PERI: Oh, come on! You had your doubts. SIXTH DOCTOR: Well, only because of that last entry in Dastari's log. (All of a sudden the camera swivels around to reveal that the Doctor and Peri we were watching were simply a reflection in a large mirror that takes up an entire wall, and focuses on the real pair. They carry on walking and talking.) SIXTH DOCTOR: Someone must have forced him to write that before they k*lled him. PERI: But why would they want to frame the Time Lords? SIXTH DOCTOR: (As if he's never heard the word before) "Frame"? PERI: Well, erm, make them appear guilty when they weren't. SIXTH DOCTOR: Oh I see. 'Set them up', hmmm? (Thinks for a moment) I don't know. They're rabidly xenophobic. Probably thought that if they let the Third-Zoners get too powerful they'd ally themselves with the Rutans. (The Doctor sits down on a large black swivel chair and begins messing around with the computer controls, seemingly at random.) SIXTH DOCTOR: (To computer) Is that the answer? COMPUTER: No speak. SIXTH DOCTOR: (Condescendingly) "No speak" Well what kind of language is that? COMPUTER: Central fault. No speak. SIXTH DOCTOR: I must've disconnected one of its linguistic neurons. Oh well. Databank's still functioning. (The Doctor uses the controls, and a triangular screen in the wall is filled with rapidly-scrolling white alien font over a blue background. The Doctor reads it carefully, with a face of intense concentration. Peri appears to be faintly bored.) PERI: Doctor? SIXTH DOCTOR: Hmm? PERI: Who're the Rutans? SIXTH DOCTOR: Oh the Sontarans and the Rutans are old enemies. They've been fighting each other across the galaxy for so long that they've almost forgotten what started it. (Peri has wandered off and is looking in the mirror. The Doctor is still engrossed in the computer.) SIXTH DOCTOR: Aha, there's the Kartz and Reimer work. PERI: (Laughs) Oh, I look a mess. (Peri adjusts her shirt and hair before turning around.) SIXTH DOCTOR: (Concernedly) Of course, you can understand the Time Lords wanting to monitor their experiments. If the holistic fabric of time were ever punctured, it would be like putting a pin into a balloon. The Universe would simply collapse. PERI: Well, I'll go see if Jamie's alright. SIXTH DOCTOR: (Shocked) Peri, it's possible! PERI: What? SIXTH DOCTOR: That I was k*lled! That's why I collapsed, the weakness that I felt... (Peri is stunned. She runs over to the Doctor.) PERI: But you said you couldn't be d*ad then and here now! SIXTH DOCTOR: Yes, but if I arrived here during a time experiment, caught within a time embolism and therefore outside the time flow...but if I were d*ad then and here now... it means I was at the very epicentre of the engulfing chaos. PERI: I don't understand. SIXTH DOCTOR: It means the collapse of the Universe has started... and I can't stop it. PERI: How long will it take? SIXTH DOCTOR: For everything to end? (Pause) A very few centuries. PERI: (grinning) Centuries? Well, if it's gonna take that long I'll go see if Jamie's any better. (She walks out. The Doctor sighs and puts his head in his hand.) SIXTH DOCTOR: (Glumly) She can't comprehend. The scale of it all. (The Doctor stands and walks slowly across the room.) SIXTH DOCTOR: Eternal blackness. (softly) No more sunsets. No more gumblejacks. Never more a butterfly. (The Doctor reflects on this for a few moments, clearly depressed. Suddenly he spots something and shouts in alarm.) SIXTH DOCTOR: Peri! (Peri is inside the same clear-walled chamber that Jamie saw the Second Doctor inside earlier. The blue lights are flashing and she is clawing at the walls, a look of agony on her face. The Doctor desperately tries to shut it off but the controls near it don't seem to do anything. He quickly runs over to the computer console and starts pressing buttons. When he looks up Peri is gone, and has been replaced by Dastari, who is also writhing in agony. Perplexed the Doctor presses the button again and the image changes to the Second Doctor, also writhing in pain. He then presses it more and the images change rapidly from Peri, to Dastari, and finally to the Sixth Doctor himself. They all have expressions of agony on their faces. The Doctor is confused, but shuts the machine off and seems to contemplate it. Peri and Jamie run into the room, with Jamie now seen to be wearing a very grimy-looking yellow full-body jumpsuit that he assumedly found on the station.) PERI: Doctor! JAMIE: He's not the Doctor I know. (The two walk closer.) SIXTH DOCTOR: I am too, Jamie McCrimmon. I am another aspect of him, just as he is of me. JAMIE: (Confused) Eh? SIXTH DOCTOR: I was him, he will be me. JAMIE: Who will I be? (The Doctor is about to answer, but then decides to ignore him, instead turning back to the controls.) SIXTH DOCTOR: Peri, look at this. (He presses a switch and the device is again filled with the image of Peri being tortured.) PERI: Doctor, it's horrible! Stop it! SIXTH DOCTOR: Life-like isn't it? Or rather, death-like. (He switches the device off.) JAMIE: But that's how they k*lled the Doctor. I saw it. SIXTH DOCTOR: I don't think they did, Jamie. I'm beginning to understand, now. They left this illusion to make it appear that I was d*ad. PERI: Who? SIXTH DOCTOR: The Sontarans. They wanted to prevent any investigation into my disappearance. Which means I must have been held c*ptive somewhere! PERI: But why am I in it? SIXTH DOCTOR: It was their mistake: they left the animator switched on. (Pointing to the mirror) When you looked at that it copied your body print. JAMIE: So you don't think the Doctor's d*ad? I mean, my Doctor. SIXTH DOCTOR: No I don't, Jamie. And if I'm not d*ad in that form it means my theory about the embolism is also wrong. Well, this begins to have all the hallmarks of a conspiracy. PERI: What sort of conspiracy? JAMIE: Plot. SIXTH DOCTOR: That's right, Jamie. A plot. To kidnap me and Dastari as well. And he's about the only bio-geneticist in the galaxy capable of isolating the symbiotic nuclei of a Time Lord. PERI: (smugly) So that's how you control the TARDIS. Symbiosis. SIXTH DOCTOR: (Gravely) If the Sontarans ever get unlimited access to time-travel they'll be invincible! We must find out where they're holding me! JAMIE: Oh, how could we do that? They could be anywhere! SIXTH DOCTOR: I made contact with myself before in that... mind-slip... I'll try telepathy. It's about our only chance. (The Doctor walks over to a bench in the corner of the room and lies on top of it.) SIXTH DOCTOR: Now, I shall seem to be unconscious for quite a while but don't worry. And while my mind is out of my body don't touch me: don't come anywhere near me! Any sort of contact might sever the astral link and k*ll me. (The Doctor presses his hands together as if in prayer and closes his eyes.) PERI: How long will you be? SIXTH DOCTOR: (turning to face her) Oh, seconds... hours...days? Who knows? There's no such thing as 'time' on the astral plane. JAMIE: (in confidence) I think your Doctor's worse than mine. (Peri nods in agreement.) 4. INT. HACIENDA CELLAR, SPAIN (The hacienda's cellar is extensive, clearly covering as much land as the house itself. It is filled with barrels, crates, old shelves and other sundry items in great quantities. Chessene walks through the cellar and comes to the Second Doctor, who is lying prone, strapped in, on a large silver operating table. Dastari is in the background, attending to what looks like a medical workbench and pulling out a bizarre-looking medical device. He turns around and walks to the Doctor.) CHESSENE: How is he? DASTARI: He'll soon come round. (The pair walk right up to beside the Doctor. Dastari presses his medical gizmo against the Doctor's right arm and it makes a whirring electronic noise. Slowly, the Doctor's eyes begin to flicker. We see from his point of view: a blurry image of Dastari standing over him.) SECOND DOCTOR: (mumbling) Jamie... 5. INT. CONTROL CENTRE, CHIMERO SPACE STATION (The Sixth Doctor is still lying in his position on the bench. Suddenly he cries out, as if in pain.) SIXTH DOCTOR: Jamie! (Jamie and Peri rush over and kneel beside him.) PERI: Oh come on, Doctor. Wake up! (The Doctor comes out of his trance, but is very groggy.) SIXTH DOCTOR: Where I am... and...where I.. PERI: Doctor? (The Doctor turns to Jamie and Peri.) SIXTH DOCTOR: Peri. Jamie. Was I away very long? JAMIE: Just minutes. SIXTH DOCTOR: Boing! Boing! (Jamie and Peri exchange an exhausted look and stand up.) PERI: What? (Suddenly the Doctor jumps up from his prone state and spins Peri around, shouting out his lines.) SIXTH DOCTOR: Bells, my dear! Bells! Come on, there isn't a moment to lose. (He runs off and Jamie and Peri are quick to follow.) PERI: Where are we going? (The Doctor suddenly stops running and turns around to face them. There is very nearly a collision.) SIXTH DOCTOR: I don't know... something to do with getting my hair cut. (The Doctor walls off again, humming merrily. Jamie and Peri are very confused, but follow him nonetheless.) 6. EXT. SEVILLE HACIENDA, SPAIN (We see a Sontaran Battle Cruiser lying incongruously on the hacienda's lawn, with it's door open. It slowly fades out of vision.) 7. INT. HACIENDA CELLAR (Varl the Sontaran and Shockeye are carrying boxes through the cellar. Shockeye disappears from view, but Varl walks to Chessene and Dastari, who are examining their medical equipment and rests his large box on the floor.) VARL: That is the complete manifest. (Chessene walks over towards him.) CHESSENE: Where is Stike? VARL: The Group Marshall has been tracing the scout ship in clear in order to conceal it from the local primitives. (Varl walks off.) DASTARI: Even in clear it's still possible to detect, with tracking equipment. You should have chose a less populous planet. (Dastari walks over to the Second Doctor on the operating table. Chessene follows him. As she does so we see Shockeye in the background.) CHESSENE: According to the Doña Arana nobody comes here, even though there is a city only four kilometres away. DASTARI: Are there any defensive installations in the area? CHESSENE: The Doña Arana knows nothing of that. There was very little in her mind to absorb. SHOCKEYE: Nor in her body. Nothing but bone and gristle, ugh! (Dastari moves back towards his workbench.) DASTARI: I would have preferred somewhere completely deserted. The operation is an eloquent one we cannot risk any interruption. CHESSENE: The Group Marshall favoured Earth. His forces are planning an att*ck on the Madeline Cluster and this planet is conveniently situated. And it was also Shockeye's wish to come here. DASTARI: (taken aback) And you indulged it? Why? (There is a lengthy pause while Chessene walks silently towards Dastari.) CHESSENE: He has a craving to savour the flesh of these human creatures. As an Androgum myself I am aware of the potency of such desires. DASTARI: You are no longer an Androgum, Chessene. I have raised you to a superior plane of life. (Chessene walks away from Dastari.) CHESSENE: There are blood-ties between the Franzine Grig and the Quawncing Grig, Dastari. Shockeye does not yet know the full nature of my intentions. When he does learn the truth he is going to feel that I have betrayed our Androgum inheritance. DASTARI: A being of your powers cannot stay trapped forever in the traditions of blood and race. You must go on alone, Chessene, to create new traditions. CHESSENE: (meaningfully) Not quite alone, Dastari. (They are both distracted by loud, cackling laughter from Shockeye and a strange squeaking noise. They turn around to see Shockeye emerging from some barrels gleefully holding a rat. He carefully breaks its neck and begins to devour the meat on its breast.) DASTARI: He calls humans primitive! CHESSENE: (defensively) All of our chefs sample the raw flavour of ingredients before even heating their cooking pots. SHOCKEYE: (with his mouth full) Does this have a name, Chessene? CHESSENE: The Doña Arana knows it as... rat. SHOCKEYE: Rat. CHESSENE: It is a scavenging animal. SHOCKEYE: (chewing slowly) Hmm... the flesh... is rank. Smoke-dried: it might just be tolerable! (He throws the rat carcass away and spits out the meat.) 8. INT. SIXTH DOCTOR'S TARDIS (The Sixth Doctor and Peri stand at opposite sides of the console. Jamie is not to be seen.) SIXTH DOCTOR: Boing!... the largest of the 25 bells in the cathedral at Seville! Most distinctive. PERI: You certainly specialize in arcane knowledge. SIXTH DOCTOR: Of course. Now we know the area where they're holding me. Now it's in the distance... (think a moment) About three miles, I should judge. You ever been to Seville, Peri? PERI: No. Have you? SIXTH DOCTOR: (Exasperated) How else would I know the Santa María when I hear it, oh do try and use your brain, my girl! (Patting Peri's head) Small though it is the human brain can be quite effective when it's used properly! (The Doctor turns back to the TARDIS controls and punches in some commands. Peri mouths the words 'I know' at him angrily.) PERI: You might be wrong. SIXTH DOCTOR: I'm NOT wrong. Now, the station was att*cked ten or twelve days ago; in hyperdrive a Sontaran battle cruiser would take that long to reach Earth: it could only just have reached there! (Jamie enters through another door. He is now wearing a late 18 century outfit comprising of a silk shirt, a black jacket, a kilt, a sporran, a sash and a large tartan cloak. He is also washed with tidied hair once more.) SIXTH DOCTOR: Ah, you look better for your change of clothes and your bath. You should try it more often. JAMIE: Oh, thank you. What? PERI: (wearily) Take no notice, Jamie, he's being crotchety. I think you look wonderful. SIXTH DOCTOR: I am NOT crotchety. I am just...well, concerned. JAMIE: About what? SIXTH DOCTOR: About myself, chiefly. I mean, him. Languishing in some dark dungeon at the mercy of the Sontarans. PERI: You can't be sure he's in a dungeon. SIXTH DOCTOR: There was an echo. An after resonance. When you've been locked in as many dungeons as me you wouldn't fail to recognise it. Well, are you ready? JAMIE: For what? SIXTH DOCTOR: Transference! (Peri grabs a tight hold of the console. Jamie and the Doctor look at her confusedly, but as the Doctor presses the switch there is a crashing noise and they both go flying backwards. Jamie stands back up and storms angrily over to the Sixth Doctor.) JAMIE: Now my Doctor wouldna' have done THAT! (Jamie reaches for the controls but the Doctor slaps it away.) SIXTH DOCTOR: Your Doctor, is an antediluvian fogy, allowing himself to be captured by the Sontarans. If anything happens to me as a result of it I shall never forgive himself. PERI: Oh, I do wish you'd stop switching personal pronouns. It'd make it a lot easier to understand what you're talking about. (The Doctor is clearly about to retort, but Jamie cuts in, grunting in agreement with Peri. The Doctor is indignant.) 9. INT. HACIENDA CELLAR (The Second Doctor is sitting on the operating table. He wakes up, and feebly tries to move.) SECOND DOCTOR: (Groggily) Uh...good morning. DASTARI: Don't try moving. SECOND DOCTOR: Dastari? DASTARI: You'll feel dizzy for a time. SECOND DOCTOR: So...I've been drugged. (pause) What'd you use? It feels like...one of the anemones. DASTARI: Absolutely right. Syrill Anemone. SECOND DOCTOR: Syrill Anemone? (tries to push himself upright) But that effects the memory... CHESSENE: We're not interested in your memory. (The Doctor turns to face Chessene. Shockeye is in the background, eating a large chunk of meat, that is quite possibly a smoke-dried rat.) SECOND DOCTOR: Haven't I seen you somewhere before? (Angrily) Oh, augmented Androgum. (Two Sontarans, Stike and Varl, come down the cellar stairs behind Chessene. The Doctor sees them.) SECOND DOCTOR: Oh, I don't think much of the company you keep, Dastari. VARL: Ten-shun! Group Marshall Stike of the 9 Sontaran att*ck group! (Stike strides up to the others with a baton under his arm.) STIKE: Stand at ease. CHESSENE: We already were, Stike. And tell that underling of yours not to shout every time you appear. STIKE: Yes, Major Varl, the Androgum is quite right. (to Dastari and co.) We shall treat you as equals...for the time being. VARL: Very good, sir. SECOND DOCTOR: Sontarans... I remember now...the space station. I had someone with me...Jamie! (to Chessene) What've you done with Jamie? CHESSENE: Your companion will be long-since d*ad, Doctor. The Sontarans take no prisoners. STIKE: Invincible policy. SECOND DOCTOR: (Struggling to sit up) No! (The Doctor tries desperately to stand up, to get away from them all, but Dastari and Shockeye are quick to hold him back and force him onto the operating table with large metal restraints. The Doctor moans sorrowfully.) SECOND DOCTOR: Poor old Jamie. 10. EXT. SEVILLE COUNTRYSIDE (A small, grassy hill shaded by a very large tree. The whirring noise of the TARDIS is heard and it slowly dematerializes. Oscar and Anita then come up the hill and are surprised by the sight.) OSCAR: Huh! Isn't that incredible? 'Police'! And they say they're never there when you need them. ANITA: Oscar, it doesn't say 'Policía'. OSCAR: (confidently) Interpol, my dear. It watches everywhere. (Oscar walks towards the TARDIS.) ANITA: Oscar! You are a fool. (The TARDIS door opens and the Sixth Doctor strides out, having removed his tacky suit and instead wearing a very colourful floral vest over his white shirt and striped trousers. Jamie and Peri follow him out more cautiously.) OSCAR: (V.O) Officer! (The Doctor is confused and turns around to see who is talking to him. Oscar and Anita run up to him.) OSCAR: We have to report a tragedy. Stark disaster has struck this simple countryside. SIXTH DOCTOR: (Confused) Tragedy?...erm, what manner of disaster, Mister..? OSCAR: Botcheby. Oscar Botcheby at your service, sir, and this dark-eyed naiad is named Anita. ANITA: Oh, come on, Oscar. (to the Doctor) There has been a plane crash. OSCAR: (to the Doctor) Well, of course it may not be your department; I can see from your raiment that you obviously belong to the plain-clothes branch. (The Doctor looks at his own clothes for a moment, but then returns to the conversation.) SIXTH DOCTOR: Er, did you see this... aeroplane? OSCAR: No, we were in an olive grove at the time it roared overhead... we were on a mock-hunting expedition. Are you interested in lepidoptery at all? SIXTH DOCTOR: I am interested in everything Mr. Botcheby, but mainly, at the moment, in this 'crash' you heard. (Anita steps between them.) ANITA: It landed near Doña Arana's hacienda. We saw three survivors struggling back to the house. OSCAR: Well, two of them were carrying someone else, a poor injured fellow. SIXTH DOCTOR: Were they, indeed? I think you may well have done me a great service Mr. Botcheby. OSCAR: In what way, officer? SIXTH DOCTOR: I think you saw three fugitives, whose trail we have been following for a long time. Perhaps you can lead us to this hacienda? ANITA: Of course (Gesturing) It's this way... (Oscar grabs Anita's hand.) OSCAR: (Stage whisper) Should we, my dear? (Louder) It's easy to find, officer. Just follow this road. ANITA: No, it's not easy to find, Oscar, we ought to show them. OSCAR: (Softly) I was thinking, my dear, this men may be dangerous! (Louder) I mean, I was thinking we ought to be getting back to the restaurant... ANITA: (Small laugh) Oh, we have plenty of time. SIXTH DOCTOR: You'd be doing a public service, Mr. Botcheby. OSCAR: Oh, well... we Botchebies have never shirked on public service, and my dear departed father was an air raid warden at Shefton Manor throughout the w*r...slept in a steel helmet for five years. This way. (Oscar walks off down the path, with Anita in tow. The Doctor pauses for a moment, and seems to reflect on what a strange fellow he's met, but soon follows him regardless. Jamie and Peri, presumably feeling a bit left out, exchange a shrug and then follow.) 11. INT. HACIENDA CELLAR (Dastari is wheeling a large, dark, pyramid-shaped pod that is nearly twice his size through the cellar. He eventually comes to the area where the Doctor is being restrained in his operating table and leaves it at rest.) SECOND DOCTOR: What have you got there? DASTARI: The Kartz-Reimer transference module. SECOND DOCTOR: Well, that'll never work: I can tell that from here! DASTARI: It worked well enough to bring you to the Space Station, Doctor. SECOND DOCTOR: All it did was produce a few hiccups in the time continuum: enough to tell us that dangerously crude experiments were going on. DASTARI: Kartz and Reimer were clearly on the right track: several androgums successfully vanished into time during those experiments. Unfortunately we were unable to bring them back. SECOND DOCTOR: Unfortunate. No one can travel through time without a molecular s*ab system. DASTARI: We know that now. And we know that Time Lords have a symbiotic link with their machines which protects them, and anyone with them, against destabilisation. (The Doctor gives a small laugh and then suddenly becomes angry.) SECOND DOCTOR: (bitterly) Guess work! DASTARI: DON'T underestimate Chessene, Doctor. She was the brain behind Kartz and Reimer. And it was she who realized that the missing element had to lie somewhere (gesturing towards the Doctor's head) in here. SECOND DOCTOR: So what're you going to do? Hm? Cut me up, piece-by-piece? DASTARI: Let us say cell-by-cell, or gene-by-gene, until I isolate the symbiotic nuclei. SECOND DOCTOR: (yelling furiously) When did you go mad, Dastari? DASTARI: (laughing) I assure you I am not at all mad. SECOND DOCTOR: Then you're totally under Chessene's domination! (There is a pause as the Doctor comes to a realization.) SECOND DOCTOR: Are you going to give her the power of time travel? Is that the idea? DASTARI: I shall put her among the gods! And there will be no limit to her achievements. SECOND DOCTOR: There'll be no limit to her capacity for evil! She's an Androgum, Dastari, whatever you may say! She'll snap off the hand that feeds her whenever she feels hungry! DASTARI: You don't know Chessene. I confess I was sad that the Time Lords chose to send you as their emissary. Because I've always had a certain... regard for you, Doctor, personally. And the operation will, by necessity, be very painful. But- SECOND DOCTOR: (sarcastically) –it'll hurt you more than it hurts me. DASTARI: What gave you that idea? No, I was going to say 'but at least you'll have the satisfaction of knowing that you have been part of a great undertaking'. (Dastari walks off screen, towards the stairs. The Doctor calls out after him.) SECOND DOCTOR: (furiously) You are an irresponsible old fool! The androgums are barbarians! Release them into time and every civilized species in the Galaxy will curse your name! Do you hear me? (The Doctor gives up, and looks distraught.) SECOND DOCTOR: Oh, my giddy-on, oh crumbs! (Dastari is in another part of the cellar, gathering together equipment in preparation for the upcoming operation. He is approached by an irate Stike, baton in hand.) STIKE: Dastari! Why this delay? DASTARI: Delay? STIKE: I expected the operation to begin immediately on my arrival. Time is being wasted! DASTARI: Time is not being wasted. An operation of this complexity needs careful preparation. (Dastari has put his equipment onto a tray, and is wheeling it towards the Doctor. Stike will not leave it at that, however and walks in front of Dastari.) STIKE: You are not efficient! All that should have been done! DASTARI: We brought most of this equipment with us. How could it have been installed before we got here? STIKE: Chessene should have brought it, there was no forward planning! DASTARI: If we had dismantled my operating theatre any earlier the station would have been buzzing with speculation and Chessene's plan might have failed; it was not worth the risk. STIKE: How long is this operation going to take? DASTARI: As long as it takes me to locate the symbiotic nuclei within the Time Lord's cell structure. Hours... or days: I cannot say. (Dastari reaches for some more equipment but Stike shoves his baton into Dastari's arm. Dastari turns around in response.) STIKE: Every hour is precious to me, Dastari. My ninth group is now forming up for a vital battle in the Madeline Cluster. If successful it could change the course of the w*r so it is imperative that I must be there to lead them to victory. (Dastari places one last medical instrument carefully on the wheeled tray in front of him.) DASTARI: Then if time is so important I suggest you take this to the operating theatre while I fetch the rest of my equipment. (Stike is indignant at this treatment, but reluctantly lays down his baton and proceeds to wheel the tray through the cellar, to the operating theatre prepared for the Second Doctor.) SECOND DOCTOR: Tea-time already, Nurse? STIKE: I do not understand. SECOND DOCTOR: Just as well. A face like yours wasn't made for laughing. (Stike wheels the tray over to directly in front of the Kartz-Reimer module and then turns to the Doctor.) STIKE: The operation must begin at once. I am needed at the front. SECOND DOCTOR: Yes, I heard you. What was it? 'A vital strike in the Madeline Cluster'? Oh, dear me. Nothing changes, does it? You and the Rutans have become petrified in your attitudes. STIKE: Nothing can change until victory is achieved! But...(scratches head) but I fear I might have made a tactical error. SECOND DOCTOR: (Sarcastically) Oh, I thought the Sontarans never made mistakes. STIKE: It is not easy being commander; the loneliness of supreme responsibility. SECOND DOCTOR: Why don't you resign, Stike? Take a pension? (Stike leans in over the Doctor, so that their faces are less than a foot apart.) STIKE: When I die it will be alongside my comrades at the front. 12. EXT. HACIENDA GROUNDS (The Sixth Doctor and co. are in a small dip between two hills, form which the hacienda can be seen. The Doctor is coming back down the hill, and Jamie seems to be awaiting him. Peri and Anita sit side-by-side on the grass, while Oscar stands behind them.) SIXTH DOCTOR: Wait here. PERI: Where are you going? SIXTH DOCTOR: Just for a scout 'round. (The Doctor runs back up the hill.) OSCAR: (gazing the opposite direction) Oh, look! JAMIE: (jumpy) What? (Oscar runs a short way before crouching down low and reaching for his binoculars.) OSCAR: Over there! JAMIE: I don' see anything. OSCAR: (whispering) Just there... an exquisite Feathered Gothic... if only I'd brought my net... (Jamie looks confused.) 13. INT. HACIENDA CELLAR (Stike is leaning further still over the Second Doctor. Their faces are now just inches apart.) STIKE: Doctor, you have a chance to, in death, help the Sontaran cause. SECOND DOCTOR: How can I do that? STIKE: Tell Dastari where your symbiotic nuclei are in your cell structure! Time will be saved and I can be on my way. SECOND DOCTOR: Is that what Chessene's offered you? The knowledge of unlimited time travel? (The Doctor laughs. Stike leans back into a regular standing position.) SECOND DOCTOR: (Angrily) If that's the case, you should watch your back, Stike. STIKE: What? SECOND DOCTOR: She's an Androgum! A race to whom treachery is as natural as breathing! They're a bit like you Sontarans in that respect! (Stike smacks the Doctor's face.) STIKE: That's for a slur on my people! SECOND DOCTOR: And for that I demand satisfaction! STIKE: You know that is impossible! SECOND DOCTOR: (Shouting) I am challenging you to a duel, Stike! That is traditional among Sontarans, isn't it? (Stike leans back in towards the Doctor's face, his fist clenched.) STIKE: Oh, I would dearly love to k*ll you! (He reluctantly moves away from the Doctor, but he is visibly shaking with rage and his voice is strained.) STIKE: ...but unfortunately you are needed alive. (The Doctor is shaking himself, as if trying to break the bonds that hold him on the table, while he yells back at Stike.) SECOND DOCTOR: Release me, Stike! You are not only without honour... you're a coward as well! (There is a pause. Stike slowly turns around, indignation in his eyes.) STIKE: As you are not a Sontaran, Doctor, you cannot impugn my honour. (Stike storms off. The Doctor resignedly sighs.) SECOND DOCTOR: (Depressed) Well, that didn't work, did it? 14. EXT. HACIENDA GROUNDS & BACK VERANDA (The Sixth Doctor is trying to keep himself low and out of sight while he runs across the lawns of the Arana Haciendas lawns. He has come to a courtyard with a fountain in the centre that seems to act as a crossroads in four different directions. He ducks behind a tree, looks about him, then runs forward to the fountain and ducks behind that for cover. After looking around he decides the coast is clear and moves to investigate the hacienda. The Doctor runs up the steps onto the vast, white stone veranda. He quickly runs to the nearest corner and backs up against it, still keen to conceal his presence.) 15. INT. DOÑA ARANA'S KITCHEN (The room is more sparsely decorated than the others, being dominated by brick walls and a large, empty kitchen bench. It also contains a bookshelf and a bureau. Shockeye is engrossed in two books at once when Chessene enters.) CHESSENE: What have you got there, Shockeye? SHOCKEYE: A selection of recipes, madam, used by these humans. It's most interesting. CHESSENE: I cannot think that Shockeye of the Quawncing Grig has anything to learn from humans. (Peers at the books) You understand it? SHOCKEYE: Oh, yes indeed. (Holds up first book) These are Chinese...(Holds up second book)...and these are Spanish. (Small laugh) The ingredients are... unfamiliar, naturally, but... the general principles are similar to our own methods. They cannot be quite as primitive as I believed. In many ways they resemble us. CHESSENE: In what ways? SHOCKEYE: Well, I... I found many of these books here. Now there cannot be a creature on the planet that these humans do not k*ll and eat. Many beasts are bred especially for table. They are force-fed to improve the flesh, and penned in small, confined quarters to fatten more rapidly. (Laughs) It's fascinating! 16. EXT. HACIENDA (The Sixth Doctor seems to decide that there is nothing of interest on the veranda, and instead runs down the stairs and to a window on the hacienda's outer wall. He climbs on top of a small wooden box and then grabs the window frame and pulls himself up in order to get a look inside.) 17. INT. DOÑA ARANA'S KITCHEN (Shockeye is still reading his cooking book.) SHOCKEYE: The strange thing, however, is that I can find no recipes for cooking the human animal. CHESSENE: There are races that do not eat their own kind. SHOCKEYE: Oh, but a species that is on top of the food chain as- 18. EXT. HACIENDA (The Sixth Doctor is clearly listening in on this conversation, but unfortunately he doesn't notice that his leaning across to see through the window is causing an imbalance.) SHOCKEYE: (Continued, V.O) -these creatures are must develop the finest flavour of all; they have the pick of the planet's resources and all their potencies concentrated- (At that moment the old crate the Doctor is balancing on topples over and he falls with it. It makes a loud, clattering noise.) CHESSENE: (V.O) Listen! 19. INT. DOÑA ARANA'S KITCHEN (Shockeye has fallen silent. Chessene appears tense. She slowly makes her way to the window.) 20. EXT. HACIENDA (The Sixth Doctor is lying on the ground, but quickly scrambles to lie right up against the wall beneath the window, out of sight.) SIXTH DOCTOR: Ow. (Chessene opens the window and gazes out, surveying the scene from right to left. Apparently satisfied she closes the window.) 21. INT. DOÑA ARANA'S KITCHEN CHESSENE: I heard something out there. SHOCKEYE: I heard nothing, Chessene. CHESSENE: You were too busy talking about your favourite subject. SHOCKEYE: I must taste a Telurian soon. A young one, with a good proportion of meat to the bone. I am becoming insane for such a feast! (Chessene stuffs a grape into Shockeye's mouth. Shockeye chews it timidly.) CHESSENE: Be patient, Shockeye! We'll find one for you before we leave Earth. Indeed, I will join you at table. For I confess to a certain... curiosity myself. 22. EXT. HACIENDA GROUNDS (Peri, Oscar, Jamie and Anita are waiting for the Doctor by the same hillock. They are making small-talk to pass the time.) PERI: So, you're an actor. OSCAR: For my sins. JAMIE: What're ya actin' in in the moment, Oscar? OSCAR: I'm between roles at the moment so I'm managing a restaurant for a friend of mine. Las Pedanas in the Bario, Santa Cruz. ANITA: Quiet, Oscar, someone's coming! (They all duck down, hugging the hillside. The Sixth Doctor walks up slowly and silently, not stopping until he's right next to them, and then clear his throat. They all look up suddenly, startled.) PERI: Oh, Doctor, you scared us! Do you have to creep up like that? SIXTH DOCTOR: (Sitting down) You were expecting a brass band? JAMIE: Did ya find out anything? SIXTH DOCTOR: No... but the Sontarans are here, I can sense their presence. OSCAR: Who are the Sontarans? JAMIE: Don't ask – Just hope ya don't meet one! SIXTH DOCTOR: Anita, this Doña Arana, is she tall and dark? ANITA: No, she's small and frail and has white hair. SIXTH DOCTOR: Oh, it wasn't her, then. I couldn't see the man she was with: he had his back to me. I couldn't tell if he was human or not. OSCAR: What do you mean 'human'? SIXTH DOCTOR: That noise you heard was a spacecraft landing. That hacienda is now in the possession of, what you would term, alien beings. OSCAR: (Small laugh) You are joshing me, officer...(looks worried) are you not? JAMIE: That woman, was she wearing a long grey frock? SIXTH DOCTOR: Couldn't have put it better myself. JAMIE: Well, she was at the Space Station, then! (The Doctor looks intrigued.) SIXTH DOCTOR: Was she now? JAMIE: Aye. (thinks a moment) Dastari said she was... angriman... or something. SIXTH DOCTOR: Androgum? JAMIE: Yeah, that's it. SIXTH DOCTOR: Of course!... though her features haven't the heaviness of a typical Androgums. JAMIE: Oh, he said he'd done some operations and turned her into a genius. SIXTH DOCTOR: (Indignant) What a stupid thing to do! JAMIE: Aye, that's just what the Doctor said. SIXTH DOCTOR: And I was right! Whatever he's done to her mind her nature will stay exactly the same... and Androgums have as much emotional capacity as... as a Gumblejack. PERI: Well, what's the next move, Doctor? SIXTH DOCTOR: We have to find a way to get into that hacienda without being detected. ANITA: I know a secret way into the cellars. It used to lead in from the old icehouse. SIXTH DOCTOR: (Excited) The cellars! That's even better! Peri, you'll have to cause a distraction while Jamie and I try to find out where I'm being held. PERI: What sort of distraction? SIXTH DOCTOR: (Exasperated) Do I have to think of everything? Knock on the door and say you're lost! PERI: I don't speak Spanish! SIXTH DOCTOR: That's all right. Neither do they. (Jamie, the Doctor, and Anita all stand up, dusting off their clothes.) SIXTH DOCTOR: Right, Anita, time to show us this icehouse. PERI: (Worried) What if a Sontaran answers the door? SIXTH DOCTOR: That's not very likely. They seem to be keeping well out of the way at the moment. Come on! (He pulls Peri to her feet) Lead on! (All four make their way towards the hacienda, leaving Oscar looking quite bewildered by events.) OSCAR: Erm, good luck everyone. 23. INT. DOÑA ARANA'S BEDROOM (Shockeye is looking through the wardrobe and has, for reasons best known to himself, pulled out what looks like the Second Doctor's frock coat. He holds it up against his chest and looks at himself in the mirror, seeing how the outfit looks on him.) 24. EXT. HACIENDA COURTYARD (Peri is looking extremely nervous as she slowly walks through the gateway and into the Hacienda's courtyard, and then up a small set of steps to the front door proper. She continues to look around her anxiously and then knocks on the door. At this sound one of the upper windows slowly opens. Peri walks back down the steps and takes another look around. As she does this Shockeye appears at the open upstairs window . When he sees Peri he grabs the window sill and leans in for a closer look. He leers at her and licks his lips greedily.) 25. INT. HACIENDA CELLAR (The Second Doctor is on the operating table, warily eyeing off an injector Dastari is holding near his arm.) DASTARI: I'm afraid I'm unable to give you a full anaesthetic. SECOND DOCTOR: Doing the job on the cheap, are you? DASTARI: You'll have to be conscious while the neuron b*mb excites your brain cells so I will then be able to examine them. SECOND DOCTOR: (Angrily) You should be examining your own brain cells, Dastari! Most of them must have leaked out your ears or you wouldn't be involved in this madness! DASTARI: This injection will simply inhibit the Motor Circuits. (As Dastari makes the injection into the Doctor's right arm we see Stike, Varl and Chessene are also present.) STIKE: Get on with it, Dastari, you delay my w*r effort! (The Doctor moans weakly before passing falling groggily into silence.) DASTARI: If you want this operation to succeed, Group Marshall, you will allow me to proceed as I decide and at the pace I consider appropriate. (To the Doctor) Count backwards from ten, Doctor. SECOND DOCTOR: Certainly not! Do you expect me to co-operated in my own m*rder? (The Doctor yells incomprehensively [well, to me at least] before passing out. Dastari adjusts the position of the Doctor's head and the two Sontarans move in for a closer look. Chessene moves a large device which looks like a laser beam into place. Once Dastari is satisfied that the Doctor's head is best positioned as is Chessene activates the device, and it sh**t a wide beam of bright white rays onto the Doctor's head, which jerks in reaction. After a few moments Dastari signals Chessene, who switches the device off. DASTARI: The next step is partially to detach the occipital bones. (Dastari delicately picks up an instrument that resembles a very small chainsaw. He switches it on, and moves it very slowly towards the Doctor. He rotates the Doctor's head slightly and is about to press it into an area just behind the Doctor's right ear when he is interrupted by a call from Peri in the distance.) PERI: (V.O) Hello? CHESSENE: Wait! PERI: Is anyone there? 26. EXT. ENTRANCE TO THE ICEHOUSE (Jamie and the Sixth Doctor are standing in wait while Anita opens a small, inconspicuous door. She quickly peers in and then turns to them.) ANITA: Shall I come with you? SIXTH DOCTOR: No, you've done quite enough already, bringing us here, Anita. I want you to collect Oscar and get off the estate as quick as possible. (The Doctor holds out his hand. Anita gratefully takes it and kisses him on the cheek. The Doctor then enters the icehouse while Anita walks off. Jamie jogs after her, holding out his hand eagerly.) JAMIE: Anita! (She turns around.) JAMIE: Bye. (She smiles and shakes his hand.) ANITA: Good luck. (And at that Anita walks off, leaving Jamie looking particularly disappointed.) 27. INT. HACIENDA RECEPTION HALL (A nervous Peri is currently in the middle of a conversation with Chessene.) CHESSENE: American students? PERI: Yes. We're planning to send parties every year and I'm... surveying the district for suitable accommodation. (Peri walks across the hall, as wee see Shockeye coming down the stairs in the background.) PERI: Can I ask, do you live alone or are there other occupants? CHESSENE: I live alone. (Peri stares at Shockeye, who has nearly reached the ground level. Chessene turns around and sees him, then turns back to Peri.) CHESSENE: Apart from my servant. Wait here, young woman. (Chessene walks over to Shockeye.) SHOCKEYE: We could eat her tonight. I could make a bicorn sauce. CHESSENE: Perhaps we shall, but first I must test my suspicions. SHOCKEYE: What suspicions? CHESSENE: The human mind is so flabby and vague it is hard to read; but she was constantly thinking... of 'the Doctor'. (Shockeye is confused.) SHOCKEYE: Huh? CHESSENE: "The Doctor." SHOCKEYE: But she can have no knowledge of the Doctor. How would that be possible? CHESSENE: We shall see. Have Dastari bring him through the hall. If there is a connection she will give herself away when she sees him. (Chessene walks away, but Shockeye stays behind, with a wistful look in his eyes.) SHOCKEYE: And then we can cook her! 28. INT. THE ICEHOUSE (A dank and dark place, illuminated only slightly by thin strips of light that enter through the slatted windows. Jamie lifts up a trapdoor as the Sixth Doctor enters through a doorway in the background. Jamie is about to climb down the trapdoor but the Doctor pulls him away. The Doctor carefully looks down the trapdoor and then lowers himself into it slowly.) SIXTH DOCTOR: Mind how you go, Jamie. This ladder seems a- WHOAH! (The Doctor falls down. Jamie bends down and calls down after him.) JAMIE: "A wee bit rickety". Is that what you were goin' to say, Doctor? 29. INT. HACIENDA CELLAR (An infuriated Stike is pointing his laser g*n at Dastari, who is holding a wheelchair). DASTARI: You heard what Shockeye said: Chessene wants him taken upstairs. SHOCKEYE: Her orders were quite clear. STIKE: And I am ordering you to continue the operation. I will not tolerate further delay! DASTARI: Force will get you nowhere, Stike. If you k*ll me you lose all chance, forever, of learning the Time Lords' genetic secret. (Stike reluctantly lowers his g*n.) STIKE: Very well... but tell Chessene that if the operation is not completed by the end of the day I shall return to my unit and leave none of you alive here! (He walks away.) STIKE: (Furious bellow) VARL! VARL: (Saluting) Sir. (Varl follows Stike out. Dastari and Shockeye move to either side of the operating table where the Second Doctor lies.) DASTARI: Militaristic buffoon! SHOCKEYE: Chessene will deal with him. (Shockeye peers around him, and then talks lowly to Dastari.) SHOCKEYE: Er... have you ever eaten a Sontaran? DASTARI: Certainly not! SHOCKEYE: (thinking to himself) No... nor have I. They always seem so... tough... and tasteless. (An awkward pause.) DASTARI: (Impatiently) Here. Let's lift him into the wheelchair. (They pull the Second Doctor upright. The scene then cuts to show the Sixth Doctor and Jamie peering out from behind a pillar in the cellar. The pair silently cross the background as Shockeye and Dastari tie the Second Doctor into the wheelchair, hide behind another pillar, and then crouch behind a couple of old barrels, where they watch Dastari and Shockeye carefully. Dastari and Shockeye wheel the Second Doctor towards the stairs, and Jamie and the Sixth Doctor rise up and follow them, crouched low. Suddenly Jamie makes to run towards them, but the Sixth Doctor grabs his arm and holds him back.) JAMIE: We're not goin' after 'em? SIXTH DOCTOR: We'll have a good look 'round here, first. JAMIE: But there's only two of 'em! We could easily- SIXTH DOCTOR: One of them's an Androgum, Jamie! He could break us both in half with one hand. 30. INT. HACIENDA RECEPTION HALL (Peri and Chessene are still talking to one another.) PERI: And, er, how many bedrooms? CHESSENE: Seven. (Dastari and Shockeye enter from a nearby doorway, pushing along the Second Doctor in his wheelchair. Peri is visibly put-off.) PERI: I thought you said you lived alone? CHESSENE: Visitors. (Dastari and Shockeye stop in front of Chessene, as if awaiting orders.) CHESSENE: Take him through. (They push the Second Doctor through the hall.) PERI: Is he alright? CHESSENE: He has had rather a tiring time lately. (Peri is visibly nervous. Shockeye approaches Chessene.) SHOCKEYE: Madam? CHESSENE: Shockeye, show this young woman around. She might be particularly interested in the kitchen. SHOCKEYE: A pleasure, madam! (Shockeye moves off towards the kitchen, but Peri stays behind.) PERI: Er, well, thank you, I-I think I have all the information I need. (Shockeye stops suddenly and turns around. He and Chessene stare at Peri coldly.) PERI: Er, well, my friends will be waiting for me. (Peri runs out. Shockeye runs to follow her but is stopped by Chessene's outstretched arm.) CHESSENE: If she has friends they will come enquiring after her. SHOCKEYE: I think that was a lie. Animals always scent danger! They have to be dragged to the abattoir! (Shockeye runs after Peri. Chessene smiles to herself.) 31. INT. HACIENDA CELLAR (The Sixth Doctor is examining the Kartz-Reimer module. He pulls out a small square circuit and stares at it in disbelief.) SIXTH DOCTOR: They got it almost exactly right! (He stoops and looks at the control panel on the outside.) SIXTH DOCTOR: Even down to the Briode Nebulizer, look! (Jamie walks into view, pointing to the module.) JAMIE: Well, what is it? SIXTH DOCTOR: The Kartz-Reimer version of the TARDIS. JAMIE: (Incredulously) A TARDIS? SIXTH DOCTOR: Mm. JAMIE: (Closing the module door) Will it work? SIXTH DOCTOR: It will if I use it, or any other Time Lord. Not for anyone else. JAMIE: Why not? SIXTH DOCTOR: The machine has to be primed, by what we call the Rassilon Imprimatur, that's a kind of symbiotic print on the physiology of a Time Lord. Once that's been absorbed into the Briode Nebulizer you have a time machine that anyone can use! (Smugly) That, of course, was what they didn't understand. They simply copied the technology, without realising that Old Rassilon had a second trick up his sleeve. STIKE: (V.O) A most interesting lecture, Time Lord. (Jamie and the Doctor turn around to see Stike and Varl staring at them. Varl slowly raises his laser g*n.) 32. EXT. HACIENDA GROUNDS (Peri is running away from the hacienda down a hill, but Shockeye is not at all far behind. She runs between trees and through bushes, carefully watching her feet to avoid falling, as Shockeye rushes behind her, breathing heavily in his eagerness. Suddenly Peri twists her foot around, and comes crashing down to the ground.) PERI: Ow! Oof! (As she lies there, trying to summon the strength to stand up Shockeye's feet appear either side of her body. Shockeye leans in towards her.) SHOCKEYE: Pretty, pretty... (Peri turns around and looks up into his hideous face, with his hands outstretched, ready to grab her by the neck.) SHOCKEYE: Yeah, my pretty one! Ahahhh! (Peri stares into Shockeye's face with nothing but terror in her eyes.)
{"type": "series", "show": "Doctor Who", "episode": "22x08 - The Two Doctors - part 2"}
foreverdreaming
PART THREE Written by ROBERT HOLMES Original Air Date: 2 March, 1985 5:20pm - 6:05pm 1. EXT. HACIENDA GROUNDS (Peri is running away from the hacienda down a hill, but Shockeye is not at all far behind. She runs between trees and through bushes, carefully watching her feet to avoid falling, as Shockeye rushes behind her, breathing heavily in his eagerness. Suddenly Peri twists her foot around, and comes crashing down to the ground.) PERI: Ow! Oof! (As she lies there, trying to summon the strength to stand up, Shockeye's feet appear either side of her body. Shockeye leans in towards her.) SHOCKEYE: Pretty, pretty... (Peri turns around and looks up into his hideous face, with his hands outstretched, ready to grab her by the neck.) SHOCKEYE: Yeah, my pretty one! Ahahhh! (Peri stares into Shockeye's face with nothing but terror in her eyes. Shockeye reaches down for her throat, but Peri tries desperately to crawl away from him. Shockeye is faster, however, and clasps her by the shoulders.) SHOCKEYE: Steady, my little beauty! Ahh! Come to Shockeye! (Shockeye pulls Peri to her feet. She yelps and struggles in vain. Shockeye holds her tightly by the back in one hand and her wrists in the other, partly to restrain her but also to feel her flesh. He crows gleefully.) SHOCKEYE: Ho, ho, ho! Oh, what a fine, fleshy beast! Just in your prime, and ripe for the Kn*fe! (Shockeye simply slaps Peri on the very top of her head with the flat of his hand and she falls unconscious instantly.) SHOCKEYE: (Morosely) Oh... pity it's not a jack. Still... (He pulls Peri's limp body up and then hangs her over his shoulder. He walks back up the path to the hacienda, with Peri's arms waving from side-to-side like a ragdoll.) 2. INT. HACIENDA CELLAR (The Sixth Doctor and Jamie are still under the watchful gaze of Stike and Varl.) STIKE: Varl! Inform Chessene that we have another Time Lord for her collection. VARL: Very good, sir. (Varl stalks off down the cellars. Stike steps forward, levelling his laser g*n first at Jamie, then at the Doctor.) STIKE: I am Group Marshall Stike, Commander of the 9 Sontaran Battle Group. SIXTH DOCTOR: Long way from the w*r, aren't you, Stike? Going badly, is it? STIKE: On the contrary. And thanks to the information you've just given me, I shall be back in time for the crucial battle. SIXTH DOCTOR: My money's still on the Rutans. (Stike gestures with his laser g*n.) STIKE: Into the machine, Time Lord! SIXTH DOCTOR: (confused) Why? (A pause while the Doctor thinks about it.) SIXTH DOCTOR: Oh, of course. (Incredulously) You don't really expect me to give the Sontarans the power of unlimited time travel, do you? (Stike grabs Jamie by the left arm and twists it around to his back, nearly strangling him in the process. As Jamie groans and struggles to pull his left arm free with his right Stike presses his laser g*n against the Highlander's head.) STIKE: Do it, or your comrade dies. (The Doctor is shocked and hesitates.) STIKE: Get in! (The Doctor steps inside the Kartz-Reimer module and closes the door after himself. Stike uses his laser g*n to press the buttons on the module's exterior control, and drags himself and Jamie clear of the device as it begins to charge itself up. It makes a bizarre series of echoing electronic beeps, and then dematerializes...before rematerializing again in exactly the same spot. The Doctor calmly opens the door and steps out.) SIXTH DOCTOR: Satisfied? STIKE: So, the machine is now primed. SIXTH DOCTOR: Yes. STIKE: Excellent. I shall now execute your comrade. SIXTH DOCTOR: (Panicky) Wait! Now, that's why you Sontarans have no allies! (Jamie reaches down to the dirk in his sock while the others are distracted.) SIXTH DOCTOR: (Cont.) You can't be trusted! STIKE: We have no need of allies! Sontaran might is invincible! (Jamie thrusts the dirk into Stike's thigh. As Stike cries out in pain the Doctor jumps onto him and pulls Jamie out of his grip, before pushing Stike towards the wall.) SIXTH DOCTOR: Run, Jamie! (They run frantically down one of the cellar's passageways. Stike jumps back up, f*ring wildly with his laser. None of his sh*ts finds his target, however, and he soon loses his balance on his wounded leg, toppling onto the cellar floor in his rage. He gives up the hunt, instead resigning himself to simply nursing his wound. As he does, Chessene comes down the cellar stairs, followed by Varl and Dastari. She reaches Stike and surveys him.) CHESSENE: Who has done this to you, Stike? STIKE: A Time Lord! CHESSENE: Impossible! How could the Time Lords have traced us? (Stike gets to his feet with difficulty, using a pillar for support.) STIKE: It's the truth! (Gestures towards dirk still buried in his leg, which is now leaking green blood) I did not do this to myself! DASTARI: (To Chessene) The Doctor's companion at the Space Station had a Kn*fe like that. (With a grunt Stike pulls the Kn*fe out of his thigh.) 3. EXT. HACIENDA COURTYARD (Jamie and the Sixth Doctor quickly run across the courtyard, and in through another door of the extensive hacienda.) 4. INT. HACIENDA CHAPEL (The Second Doctor is sitting in his wheelchair near the small shrine. The Sixth Doctor runs straight past, but Jamie sees the Doctor and walks into the chapel.) JAMIE: Doctor! SECOND DOCTOR: Jamie! (Jamie pats the Doctor on the shoulder.) SECOND DOCTOR: There you are, Jamie... (Jamie and the Second Doctor look up at a second visitor to the room... it is the Sixth Doctor, who walks in with his hands on his hips. The Sixth Doctor walks over to the Second, haughtily surveying him. He finally comes to a rest by the wheelchair and leans against it. Both the Doctors stare at each other silently...) BOTH DOCTORS: Snap! (There is a pause. The Sixth Doctor leans down and points an accusing finger at the Second Doctor.) SIXTH DOCTOR: I've come a long way for you! (He and Jamie begin to untie the Second Doctor.) SECOND DOCTOR: Naturally. Don't expect any thanks. (Suddenly the creak of a door rings out. Jamie and the Sixth Doctor freeze for a moment, but soon begin wheeling the Second Doctor's chair out into the reception hall.) 5. INT. HACIENDA RECEPTION HALL SIXTH DOCTOR: The kitchen! Come over here! (They hear the sound of Shockeye grunting.) JAMIE: Too late! SIXTH DOCTOR: Upstairs! (To the Second Doctor) Extemporize! (The Sixth Doctor and Jamie hurriedly run up the stairs, while the Second Doctor hangs his head limply, as if unconscious. Shockeye enters carrying Peri's limp body.) SHOCKEYE: Wake up, old Time Lord. Supper will soon be served! Haha! (Jamie, looking down through the stair railings, jumps up as if to run down and deal with Shockeye. The Sixth Doctor is quick to pull Jamie back, much to his annoyance. Shockeye gleefully carries Peri into the kitchen.) 6. INT. ICEHOUSE (Stike is climbing up through the trapdoor, while Varl stands watch over him. Chessene enters through the door with Dastari.) CHESSENE: They've escaped. STIKE: Temporal cowardice! CHESSENE: They'll come back, they have to. Dastari, you come with me. Stike, you and Varl search the area. (Chessene and Dastari exit. Varl closes the trapdoor as Stike walks up to him confidingly.) STIKE: That Androgum has given it's last order. VARL: Sir? STIKE: I have outwitted Chessene. The Time Module is now fully operational, Major Varl, so you and I can return to our unit. VARL: Excellent news, sir. (Stike laughs triumphantly and the two exit.) 7. INT. HACIENDA RECEPTION HALL (Chessene and Dastari walk over to the Second Doctor, still bound in the wheelchair. Dastari feels his pulse.) CHESSENE: Now that the Time Lords have located us, Dastari, we must move quickly. DASTARI: The operation cannot be hurried, Chessene. CHESSENE: I'm aware of it. (There is a pause as she ponderously paces around the Doctor's chair.) CHESSENE: ...but I have a contingency plan. It's been in my mind for some time. DASTARI: What contingency plan? CHESSENE: I want you to turn this Time Lord into an Androgum. You could do that, I know. DASTARI: (Thoughtfully) Well, if I had the genetic material... CHESSENE: Take it from Shockeye. DASTARI: (Taken aback) Shockeye? CHESSENE: I want you to make a consort for me... leave him the power of time travel, leave the symbiotic nuclei within him, but turn him into an Androgum, by blood and by instinct. How long would that take? (The Second Doctor has raised his head slightly and is listening to the conversation. The expression on his face is horrified.) DASTARI: Not long: two simple operations. The first to implant the genetic material, and then a second operation to s*ab his condition. (The Second Doctor remembers himself and quickly shut his eyes and pretends to be asleep.) CHESSENE: Good. Then that is what we shall do. (The Sixth Doctor and Jamie look on in genuine concern.) 8. INT. HACIENDA KITCHEN (Shockeye is sharpening a very large meat Kn*fe carefully. He then feels the edge of the blade, laughing gleefully as he feels how razor sharp it has become. He then walks to the table where Peri lies prone, lightly shifts her head, and lines up the Kn*fe to neatly slit her throat. He is just about to execute the chop when Chessene's voice calls him.) CHESSENE: (V.O) Shockeye! (Shockeye nearly fumbles the cut and, murmuring pulls the Kn*fe away from Peri's neck. The door opens and Chessene strides in commandingly.) CHESSENE: I want you to help Dastari get the Doctor back to the operating theatre. SHOCKEYE: (Disappointed) Oh, can't I tend to the beast first, madam; it'll only take a few minutes! CHESSENE: Later, Shockeye. Dastari wants to operate immediately. SHOCKEYE: (Deflated) Oh, if you say so... (Shockeye rests his Kn*fe on the bench and leaves.) 9. EXT. HACIENDA BACK VERANDA (Varl waits at the bottom of the hacienda steps for Stike. Stike strides up to the top of the stairs.) STIKE: Orders. VARL: (Saluting) Yes, sir? STIKE: Return to the craft and contact Sontaran High Command. Report that we have possession of a functioning Time-Space Machine. Request permission to use it to rejoin our unit at the Madillon Cluster. VARL: (Nodding) Yes, sir. STIKE: And then set the craft to self-destruct. I intend to leave no-one alive here. (Stike waves Varl away. Varl salutes in reply and marches off.) 10. INT. HACIENDA CELLAR (The Second Doctor is being wheeled back to the operating table by Dastari and Shockeye.) SECOND DOCTOR: No! You know what this precious pair have cooked up for you, don't you Shockeye? DASTARI: (impatiently) Enough! SECOND DOCTOR: (Panicky) No! I don't wanna be turned into an Androgum! (Chessene emerges in the background and hits Shockeye in the chest with a laser-beam. Shockeye collapses onto the table behind him.) SHOCKEYE: Ah! Chessene! 11. INT. HACIENDA KITCHEN (The Sixth Doctor is standing over Peri, who is still lying on the table, looking for something to wake her up. He soon spots a jug of water he quickly picks up and empties onto her face. She wakes up with a start.) PERI: Ugh! SIXTH DOCTOR: Peri! (Peri leans forward into a sitting position. The Doctor runs over and hugs her.) SIXTH DOCTOR: Can you stand? PERI: Ugh, my head. What happened? (The Doctor pulls Peri off the table, into a standing position.) SIXTH Doctor: Can you stand? PERI: I... think so. (Jamie beckons to them through the door. The Doctor quickly pushes Peri towards it.) SIXTH DOCTOR: Come on, then! Let's get out of here. 12. INT. HACIENDA CELLARS (Shockeye is on a bed identical to the Doctor's, lying in an unconscious slumber. Wires stretch a short distance over to the Doctor's bed, where the Doctor is shrouded in a large white sheet.) CHESSENE: How long? DASTARI: A few minutes, only. It's essentially the same operation I performed many times on you. CHESSENE: But this time in reverse. This time you are taking from the Androgum, rather than augmenting. DASTARI: The principle's no different. What will you do when Stike discovers the plan has been changed? CHESSENE: I have no further use for Stike. He and his underling must be destroyed. (Dastari looks disconcerted at this resolution, but says nothing.) 13. EXT. HACIENDA GROUNDS (Jamie, Peri, and the Sixth Doctor all run away from the rear of the hacienda, and hide in a forested part of the grounds very near to the back door.) JAMIE: What now? They've still got the Doctor. SIXTH DOCTOR: And they're turning him into an Androgum! JAMIE: How long will it take? SIXTH DOCTOR: You heard Dastari: two operations. (Whispered) I'd have thought Stike would have acted by now. PERI: How? SIXTH DOCTOR: He has a functioning time machine. I expect he'd k*ll both Chessene and Dastari before he leaves so why isn't my plan working? JAMIE: (Confused) Your plan? SIXTH DOCTOR: (Condescendingly) Jamie, you don't think someone of Stike's build can sneak up on me without my hearing him, do you? JAMIE: (Realising) You knew he was there! SIXTH DOCTOR: That's why I said what I did. Not all of it was strictly true, but he believed it because I was talking to you. JAMIE: But the machine worked. I saw it! SIXTH DOCTOR: Oh, yes. It worked for me. But it won't work for him. Because...I have... (The Doctor reaches into his pocket and pulls out a circuit.) SIXTH DOCTOR: ...the Briode Nebulizer. 14. INT. HACIENDA CELLAR (Dastari and Chessene are still standing over the twin operating tables.) DASTARI: I've given the Time Lord a 50% Androgum Inheritance. Within an hour it will become the dominant factor. I can then s*ab his cell structure. CHESSENE: Before then we must deal with the Sontarans. DASTARI: How? CHESSENE: Choronic acid. (Chessene begins walking towards the cellar stairs. Dastari turns in her direction.) DASTARI: We have no choronic acid. CHESSENE: (Turning to face Dastari) I took the precaution of having three canister prepared before we left the station...just in case. (Chessene walks up the stairs. Dastari follows. After they leave Shockeye begins to stir. Clearly the anaesthetic is wearing off. He begins to murmur and feel around with his hands. Once he feels the metal brace holding his chest onto the table he makes furious grunting noises and grabs the brace with both hands, and rips it out of the table, before bending it into pieces. He sits up and gives a similar brace around his ankles the same treatment. He then pauses in his rage, thinks for a moment, and comes to a realization.) SHOCKEYE: Chessene... she betrayed me. (Loudly) You have fouled the blood of the Quawncing Grig! (He then sees the Second Doctor's operating table next to his, still besheeted, next to his and storms over to it, ripping the sheet off. Revealed is the Androgum version of the Second Doctor, whose hair has receded, is covered in warts, pockmarked and sporting the same distinctive bright red eyebrows that Shockeye has. The Doctor grins.) SECOND DOCTOR: Capitanes in brandy sauce. SHOCKEYE: What? SECOND DOCTOR: The stuffing of black pudding made of live pig's blood, herbs, and pepper! The breasts of the birds should be slit and studied with truffles. SHOCKEYE: (Greedily) You know the cuisine of this planet? SECOND DOCTOR: Of course I do! I have eaten pressed duck tu dajourn, dafidoliam corn food, made from rashes they're exquisite, Shockeye... (slowly) Why am I thinking of food? SHOCKEYE: Because you are now an Androgum! Can you lead me to one of these eating places, to sample the local dishes? SECOND DOCTOR: (Pompously) Of course I can, but you will need proper clothes! A collar! A neck tie, at least. (Shockeye looks concerned for a moment, but then grins and turns to the Doctor.) SHOCKEYE: (Slyly) I know where there are clothes... (The two Androgums grin like imbeciles.) 15. EXT. HACIENDA GROUNDS / ICEHOUSE EXTERIOR (The two Sontaran officers are patrolling the grounds at a leisurely pace, carrying two very large r*fles with red barrels. Dastari beckons to them from the front gate, and they begin moving towards them. The Sixth Doctor, Jamie, and Peri are watching from cover.) SIXTH DOCTOR: Action at last! (The Doctor signals to Jamie and Peri and the three move stealthily forward to get a better view of things.) DASTARI: Stike, Varl, this way. (Dastari signals at the two to follow, and walks towards the icehouse, but Varl clearly has different ideas, as he raises his g*n. Stike, however, is quick to push the barrel back down.) STIKE: (Whispered) Not yet. Chessene first; she's more dangerous. (Varl nods in mute agreement, and the pair follow Dastari. Meanwhile the Sixth Doctor and co. pop their heads up from behind the stone wall.) STIKE: What is it, Dastari? DASTARI: The Time Lord has returned. I saw him from the house. STIKE: Where is he? DASTARI: (Indicating the ice-house) He's in the passage. Chessene's waiting in the cellar. If you go in this way we'll have him trapped. (Stike and Varl turn to each other, and come to an unstated agreement.) SIXTH DOCTOR: (Interested) A double-double cross? (To Jamie) It gets more interesting by the minute! 16. INT. ICEHOUSE (Varl rests his r*fle down and opens the trapdoor, as Stike closes the door behind him. Varl hands his r*fle to Stike, and climbs down into the passageway. Stike then passes the two r*fles down to Varl, and climbs down himself.) 17. INT. SECRET PASSAGEWAY (Stike reaches the bottom of the ladder, and Varl gives him his r*fle back. The two start to move down the tunnel.) 18. INT. ICEHOUSE (Chessene enters, carrying two large canisters. She walks right up to the very edge of the trap door.) 19. INT. SECRET PASSAGEWAY (Simultaneously Stike and Varl stop and look up sharply, training their r*fle in response to a noise.) 20. INT. ICEHOUSE (Chessene calmly drops one of the canisters down the trapdoor, before quickly backing away.) 21. INT. SECRET PASSAGEWAY (The canister lands right next to Varl and detonates, exploding in a violent shower of sparks like a firework. He drops his g*n and grips his face, howling in pain as he does so. As he screams he falls down onto his knees and then flat on his face. Enraged, Stike fires his r*fle in response, but does not find his mark.) 22. INT. ICEHOUSE (Chessene quickly runs back to the trapdoor and tosses the last canister down into the tunnel.) 23. INT. SECRET PASSAGEWAY (The Canister lands right next to Stike, who too drops his r*fle and covers his face with his hands while screaming in pain. Stike, however, has the strength remaining to make his way down the passageway, clear of the ongoing acid burst.) 24. EXT. HACIENDA GROUNDS / ICEHOUSE EXTERIOR (Chessene emerges from the icehouse, looking very pleased with herself. The Sixth Doctor, Jamie, and Peri are watching her from behind the same stone wall, but quickly duck of sight when she walks past. Chessene then proceeds into the hacienda, and the Sixth Doctor and co. emerge through the hacienda gate.) JAMIE: Well, it looks like Chessene's won. SIXTH DOCTOR: Yeah... (Suddenly Peri sees something.) PERI: Doctor! (Peri has seen Shockeye and the Second Doctor emerging through another gate near the rear of the hacienda. They are now both wearing matching frock coats along with light grey top hats, walking with their arms linked. They make quite the pair. Fortunately they have not seen the others and are talking to each other.) SECOND DOCTOR: Mild pate, I think, Shockeye, followed by a bisque de creibon, hmm? (The Sixth Doctor and co. have walked back through the gate and a staring out at the two Androgums making their way down the road in disbelief.) SIXTH DOCTOR: Now where are they going? JAMIE: They look quite pal-ly. 25. INT. HACIENDA CELLARS (Dastari walks out from behind the Kartz-Reimer module and does a double-take when he sees the empty operating tables.) DASTARI: (Shocked) Where have they gone? CHESSENE: They're hunting for food. DASTARI: If the Doctor isn't s*ab within the hour- CHESSENE: (Impatiently) He'll reject the transfusion: I'm well aware of that. DASTARI: We must find them! (Dastari moves off to search the grounds but Chessene halts him with an outstretched hand.) CHESSENE: Wait. On this planet there are few hunting. The Doña Arana remembers many restaurants in Seville. That is where they will be. Come! (Chessene heads towards the stairs in her usual determined stride. Dastari follows. Once they have left a badly wounded Stike emerges from the shadow of a pillar.) STIKE: (Lowly) Treacherous hag! I shall return to destroy this Androgum filth... 26. EXT. OLD COUNTRY ROAD (Shockeye and the Second Doctor are walking down an old and misused road which is presumably near the hacienda, their arms still linked.) SHOCKEYE: Tell me, on this planet do they ever eat their own? SECOND DOCTOR: I believe in the Far Indies it has been known... but I remember a dish... 'shepherd's pie' SHOCKEYE: (Excitedly) 'Shepherd's pie'? A shepherd? Can't we walk quicker? (As Shockeye and the Second Doctor disappear from view we see the Sixth Doctor, Jamie and Peri silently running up the road... a fair way behind but closing the gap...) 27. EXT. MODERN ROADWAY (The Second Doctor and Shockeye are walking along the old road, but it seems to have come to a point where it converges with a newer road. A truck is passing along the new road.) SECOND DOCTOR: Wait! There's a machine coming! (The Second Doctor excitedly runs onto the new road and beckons frantically with exaggerated hand movements for the truck to stop. Even as it slides to a halt right in front of him he continues waving his hands like a madman. Once the truck has come to a halt he grins at his ingenuity and tips his top hat to the driver. Meanwhile, we see Shockeye grab a large piece of a tree branch off the road side. The driver of the truck gets out of the cabin and addresses the Doctor.) DRIVER: Amo de casa ni? (The driver, however, is interrupted when Shockeye whacks him in the back with his bit of tree branch and throws him out of the cab. Shockeye ecstatically grabs the Second Doctor by the shoulders.) SHOCKEYE: Can you drive this machine? SECOND DOCTOR: Of course I can! Get in, my friend! (The Doctor climbs into the driver's seat, throwing off his top hat in the process, while Shockeye excitedly runs around to the passenger's side.) SECOND DOCTOR: We shall be in Seville in five minutes! (The Sixth Doctor and co. run up the road in time to see the Second Doctor and Shockeye drive off in their stolen vehicle. They then see the body of the driver. He is d*ad.) JAMIE: I can't believe that was my Doctor; j-just standing there, letting a man get k*lled! SIXTH DOCTOR: Right now I'm afraid he's 80% Androgum. And by the time the effect reaches me it will be close to100% PERI: (Panicky) Reaches you? SIXTH DOCTOR: And it WILL. Unless we can save him. (Touches hand to forehead) I'm already beginning to feel ...changes. JAMIE: Eh? (Exasperated) Well, COME ON then! (The Sixth Doctor nods and runs after the truck. Jamie is quick to follow, but Peri seems exhausted, so Jamie pushes her in front of him until she reaches her stride. The unlikely trio sprint down the road after the rapidly disappearing truck, which has just rounded the corner.) 28. INT. HACIENDA CELLARS (Stike's badly burnt hands, which in many places have been burnt through to his green flesh, remove the control panel from the outside of the Kartz-Reimer module. He then opens the door to the module, and sits down, carefully placing the control panel into a vacant compartment already prepared for them. He then closes the door and keys his co-ordinates into the device. Instantly the module kicks into action, making similar electronic noises as before, but now faster and more erratic, and it begins shaking violently from side to side. Stike quickly comes to the conclusion that something is badly wrong and tries to open the module door again, but by now the wiring behind him is sparking and electricity is sh**ting out. He finally opens the door and falls out, face first onto the floor, as smoke pours out of the decimated module's workings. His body is now further mutilated, with more gashes in his head revealing his green flesh, but he is still not quite d*ad. Stike seems to suddenly remember something important.) STIKE: My spaceship! 29. EXT. SEVILLE SQUARE (The Sixth Doctor, Jamie, and Peri walk around a very large fountain, looking around for a sign of the two Androgums.) JAMIE: Ah, look, we'll never find 'em here, Doctor. PERI: It's too big. SIXTH DOCTOR: (Pointing) Look! (The others follow his gaze and see the same truck that Shockeye and the Second Doctor were driving in. The three run over to it and examine it closely.) SIXTH DOCTOR: Can't be more than a minute ahead of us. (Points) This way, I think. (They begin running in the direction he indicated.) PERI: How d'you know? SIXTH DOCTOR: Peri, it is me we're following! (Meanwhile we see Chessene and Dastari are surveying the streets from the vantage point of a horse drawn hansom cab. From the expressions on their faces it does not appear the search has been particularly fruitful.) 30. VARIOUS SEVILLE STREETS (The Sixth Doctor and co. are walking down a street on the pavement.) JAMIE: I still don't understand it. (They stop walking.) SIXTH DOCTOR: What? JAMIE: Well, that you and the Doctor... well, my Doctor are the same person. SIXTH DOCTOR: Of course we're the same. But... different. You only have to see how my sartorial taste has improved, for instance. PERI: But how can two of you be together at the same point of space and time? SIXTH DOCTOR: When you travel around as much as I do, it's almost inevitable that you'll run into yourself at some point. Come on. (They set off walking again. Meanwhile Shockeye and the Second Doctor are walking around, still arm-in-arm.) SHOCKEYE: Personally I have never seen the necessity for starting a meal with a, er, ah, what was your name for it again? SECOND DOCTOR: Au d'erve. (The Second Doctor stops walking and sits on the edge of a roadside fountain.) SHOCKEYE: Ah, quite unnecessary, in my opinion. Eight, or nine, main dishes are quite enough in my opinion. (Shockeye scoops of large handfuls of water out of the fountain and uses them to wash his face.) SECOND DOCTOR: But on this planet it is the custom. All the greatest chefs agree, Carema, Bria Samaranch, the noblest Scorpie, they all agree that a meal should begin with a light dish, something to bring relish to the appetite. Pate du frau'dar de Strasburg on raw food, for instance, or a serving of beylon oysters. (Shockeye moans in longing for the dishes the Doctor is describing.) SECOND DOCTOR: Even a, even a light salad with... artichoke hearts and country ham will suffice, it gets the digestive juices flowing! SHOCKEYE: (Longingly) How much further is this place? (The two link arms once more and stand up.) SECOND DOCTOR: It's just around the corner, if I remember rightly. (Meanwhile the Sixth Doctor and co. walk through an alleyway, only to see Chessene and Dastari walking past on the other side. All three of them quickly jump into a doorway to hide. The Doctor motions Jamie and Peri into silence. Dastari and Chessene stare into the alleyway in confusion, but Chessene obviously disregards it quickly and they move off to a restaurant and investigate it. The Doctor and co. emerge from the alleyway and watch them for a moment. The Sixth Doctor comes to a realization.) SIXTH DOCTOR: They're checking the restaurants! Something I should have thought of a long while ago. Come on, let's find them before Chessene does. (They run down the street Chessene came up. Meanwhile Dastari emerges from the Cantina del Laurel, with apparently no success. His attention is caught by a falling rose, and he looks up to a dark, middle-aged woman looking down on him from a balcony, grinning playfully. Dastari seems confused by this, but picks up the rose and twirls it absent-mindedly in his fingers as he walks off to find Chessene.) 31. EXT. HACIENDA COURTYARD (Stike crashes through the hacienda's front door, coughing violently and barely able to keep his balance. His uniform and skin is now visibly more torn than before. Struggling, he manages to reach the gate and open it, but only just. It then cuts to a longshot from which we see the massive expl*si*n of Stike's scoutship to the fore of the hacienda. The whole house shakes in response.) 32. INT. LAS CADENAS RESTAURANT (A genial Oscar Botcheby, in his black tuxedo reserved for his maitre'd duties, is handing out menus to his guests. He whispers instructions to a waiter in Spanish before turning his attention to his new arrivals (near where Anita sits with a reservations book)... the Second Doctor and Shockeye.) OSCAR: Welcome to Las Cadenas, señors. (Noting their clothes) How delightful to have some customers of the 'old school' Er, may I enquire if you have a booking? SHOCKEYE: (Taken aback) Booking? I want food! OSCAR: Hmmm. No reservation. Well, come this way. (He leads the Doctor and Shockeye through the many seated guests and tables.) OSCAR: Fortunately I have an excellent table for you. (Shockeye sniffs the air as he walks, savouring the flavours in the air. They reach their table and the Doctor seats himself, while Oscar pulls out Shockeye's chair. Shockeye ignores this gesture and speaks to Oscar directly.) SHOCKEYE: Do you serve humans here? OSCAR: Most of the time, sir. (Shockeye moans and sits in his chair, nearly drooling. Oscar, however, is chuckling at what he believes to be a joke.) OSCAR: Yes, I think I can safely say that most of our customers are human, sir. (Shockeye grabs ahold of Oscar's arm as his patience snaps.) SHOCKEYE: (Angrily) I mean human meat you fawning imbecile! OSCAR: (Politely) No, sir. I'm afraid the nouvelle cuisine has not yet penetrated this establishment. (Oscar grins at what he clearly thinks is quite a clever gag. Shockeye lets go of his arm and is clearly disappointed.) OSCAR: (To waiter) Juan? 32. EXT. STREETS OF SEVILLE (Peri emerges from a very large yellow brick restaurant, and runs up a side street to find the others. Elsewhere the Sixth Doctor comes to another restaurant from which Jamie emerges, shrugging. Peri runs up behind them and the Sixth Doctor turns to meet her.) SIXTH DOCTOR: No luck? PERI: No. Just a load of tourists eating paella and chips. SIXTH DOCTOR: No. Didn't look the sort of place. They'd have gone for somewhere more elaborate...arate. (The Doctor is staring transfixed at something on ground level.) JAMIE: What? SIXTH DOCTOR: Hmm. This cat. PERI: What about it? SIXTH DOCTOR: Well... (Licking his lips) they say there's more than one way to cook a cat... (He leans down to the cat) SIXTH DOCTOR: Here, p*ssy p*ssy puss-puss! Here, little puss... (The cat does the wise thing and runs away as fast as it can. Peri grabs the Doctor by the shoulder and kneels beside him.) PERI: Doctor, what are you doing? SIXTH DOCTOR: They can make quite good eating. Small mammals are quite flavoursome when baked! PERI: (Seriously confused) What are you saying? I don't understand... SIXTH DOCTOR: (Slowly) I'm turning becoming an Androgum... (He stands up and puts his hand to his forehead in shock, and stumbles forward.) SIXTH DOCTOR: I'm turning into an Androgum! (Jamie and Peri run over to comfort him.) PERI: You can't! JAMIE: You're not an Androgum; you're a Time Lord! Pull yerself together, Doctor! SIXTH DOCTOR: (Panting) Yes...yes, that's right... a Time Lord. (He runs off, and his two exasperated companions follow. The Doctor runs over to a fountain and rests his head in it, breathing loudly, as if in a fever. After a few moments he rises his head up again.) JAMIE: Are ya better now? SIXTH DOCTOR: Yes...yes, I'm alright... for the moment. 33. INT. LAS CADENAS RESTAURANT (Oscar is stunned, staring at a piece of paper that Anita has handed him.) OSCAR: What on Earth have they had? I mean, no one can run up a bill like that, eighty one thousand, six hundred pesetas. ANITA: What? Let me see... (Anita snatches the piece of paper and begins reading off it.) ANITA: They've had lobsters, clams, and squid, brains in white sauce, two cold suckling pigs, a ham with peas, eight steaks, and an entire family paella! OSCAR: (disbelievingly) A whole paella? ANITA: And... OSCAR: That's twelve servings! ANITA: ...they just ordered a dozen breasts of pigeons, probably to help down the last of their dozen bottles of wine. OSCAR: A gargantuan repast! It's incredible! (Oscar moves out to confront the Androgums. Anita follows closely behind. Oscar then sees the Second Doctor and Shockeye's table, which is covered in various plates adorned with carcasses of all shapes and sizes. The two are still munching away industriously.) OSCAR: And they're still eating! 34. EXT. STREETS OF SEVILLE (The Sixth Doctor and co. are still walking through the streets, and come to a tunnel. They decide to pass through it to the other side of the road, but they then see Dastari and Chessene walking pass, and hug the wall closely. Chessene and Dastari pause for a moment...but then resume walking quickly. The Doctor has clearly gone undetected.) SIXTH DOCTOR: (Indicating the upper side of their road) They've covered that way; let's walk up this. 35. INT. LAS CADENAS RESTAURANT (Oscar is standing behind the bar, but Anita is addressing him from the other side strongly.) ANITA: I think they should pay for this. OSCAR: Yes (Picks up the bill) Well, leave it to me. (Oscar determinedly walks over to the Second Doctor and Shockeye, holding the bill timidly in front of him. The Doctor and Shockeye are still shoveling food into their mouths. Naturally he addresses the Androgums in his usual kindly fashion.) OSCAR: I trust everything is to your satisfaction, gentlemen? SHOCKEYE: (With his mouth full) Oh, tolerable, tolerable... OSCAR: Good, and I must say what a pleasure it has been to see two such...dedicated trenchermen, enjoying their food. (Holding out the bill) Unfortunately the reckoning is rather high... (Shockeye takes the note and looks at it in confusion. He turns it around it shows it to Oscar.) SHOCKEYE: What is this? OSCAR: Well, it's the amount you owe, sir. (Shockeye looks at the bill again, but gives up and shows it to the Doctor.) SHOCKEYE: Do you understand this? SECOND DOCTOR: (Wiping mouth with his handkerchief) He is asking for money. SHOCKEYE: Money? SECOND DOCTOR: (Wearily) Tokens of exchange. (Shockeye holds the bill out to Oscar again and addresses him.) SHOCKEYE: This is our tally? OSCAR: Yes, sir. (Shockeye rests the bill on the table, and fishes a single note out from somewhere on his person, and hands it over to Oscar.) SHOCKEYE: There. (He resumes eating. Oscar looks a bit confused.) OSCAR: I'm sorry, sir... I mean, I can see you're a wit as well as a prom de fromme but this, er, whatever-it-is is not acceptable. (Oscar lays the note back on the table next to Shockeye's arm. Shockeye is very taken aback.) SHOCKEYE: (Angrily) That is a twenty Narg note! You can change that anywhere in the Nine Planets! OSCAR: Well, it's not acceptable here, sir. 36. EXT. LAS CADENAS RESTAURANT (The Sixth Doctor and Jamie and Peri have come to the outside of Oscar's restaurant. Peri is the first to notice the sign.) PERI: Hey, 'Lass cadinass' SIXTH DOCTOR: (Correcting her pronunciation) Las Cadenas! PERI: Well isn't it where Oscar worked? JAMIE: Aye, I think that was the name. Mind you, there seems to be more places to eat in this town than ya find fleas on a dog! SIXTH DOCTOR: (Hungrily) Dog? Where?! (The Doctor realizes it's the Androgum speaking again and quickly shakes it off. He goes towards the restaurant and beckons the others to follow him.) 37. INT. LAS CADENAS RESTAURANT (Oscar is glumly examining Shockeye's twenty Narg note. Anita is pacing irritably in the background. She stops and walks right up next to Oscar.) ANITA: Oscar, you must stop them! OSCAR: Yes...yes I must! (He walks off to confront the Androgums once again. We see that the Second Doctor has now fallen asleep on the table cloth, but Shockeye is still devouring food. This time he is distinctly no-nonsense in his approach.) OSCAR: Gentleman, if this is a joke it has gone on long enough. If you don't wish to pay cash we can accept any recognised credit card. (Shockeye is very angered by this. He picks up a steak Kn*fe and slowly stands up, pointing the Kn*fe towards Oscar's throat.) SHOCKEYE: I will pay you...with this. OSCAR: (Terrified) What? (Shockeye holds the Kn*fe to Oscar chests and walks towards him. Oscar nervously backs away. Anita is backed against a table, terrified. Guests look up in alarm) SHOCKEYE: Your whining impudency has acidized my digestive juices! (Shockeye s*ab Oscar in the heart. He cries out in pain, and we hear Anita scream, as Shockeye quickly runs from the scene. Oscar weakly clambers himself into a chair, just as the Sixth Doctor, Peri and Jamie come running in.) PERI: Oscar! (The three run over to Oscar. The Sixth Doctor kneels in front of him and grabs his hand.) SIXTH DOCTOR: What happened? OSCAR: (Weakly) Oh, officer. Promptly on the scene as always. SIXTH DOCTOR: (Unbuttoning Oscar's shirt) Let me see that... OSCAR: Ridiculous thing to happen... dissatisfied customers usually just don't leave a tip! (Jamie sees the Second Doctor and goes off to help him.) ANITA: You're going to be alright, Oscar. I phoned for the ambulance and the Worthy of Seville. (Oscar shakes his head) OSCAR: No, I'm afraid this is Botcheby's last curtain call. ANITA: No! OSCAR: (sad) No-one will ever see my definitive Hamlet, now. PERI: We will! We'll all be there on the first night, Oscar. OSCAR: (whispered) To die...to sleep. To sleep, perchance to dream... (Loudly) Where are you, Anita? ANITA: (Clasping his hand tighter) I'm here! OSCAR: Please...take care of my beautiful moths. (Oscar's eyes widen and his head slumps back. He is most definitely d*ad. Anita holds his head and sobs weakly. Peri looks upset, and not sure of what to say.) SIXTH DOCTOR: (Grimly) Good night, sweet prince. (Jamie grabs the Sixth Doctor by the shoulders and points to the sleeping Second Doctor.) JAMIE: Doctor, just look at the Doctor! His face! (The Androgum-style boils and red eyebrows disappear from the Second Doctor's face, and his fringe rapidly regrows. Clearly the Androgum genes have reverted and he is a Time Lord once more. The Sixth Doctor pulls the Second Doctor upright.) SIXTH DOCTOR: Can you walk? SECOND DOCTOR: (Groggily) Of course I can walk! SIXTH DOCTOR: Well, come on, then! (He hauls the Second Doctor up and groans under the weight.) SIXTH DOCTOR: Come on! (He sets the Second Doctor upright on his feet. It's clear he won't manage well. The Sixth Doctor sighs and begins dragging the Second Doctor out.) SIXTH DOCTOR: I am a police officer, sir, follow me. SECOND DOCTOR: (Indignantly) What is this? SIXTH DOCTOR: Anything you do say- SECOND DOCTOR: (furiously) Who do you think you are? (The Doctors leave and still be heard shouting at each other from inside. Peri is still comforting Anita by Oscar's body, but Jamie taps her on the shoulder and indicates they should follow the Doctors before he leaves. Peri hesitates but then follows Jamie, leaving Anita to grieve alone.) 38. EXT. LAS CADENAS RESTAURANT SIXTH DOCTOR: Now you come along with me! SECOND DOCTOR: How dare you?! (Shaking off the Sixth Doctor's grip) Let go of me! (The Sixth Doctor points up the street.) SIXTH DOCTOR: This way! (The Second Doctor points down the street.) SECOND DOCTOR: No! This way! (The Sixth Doctor angrily shoves an accusing finger into the Second Doctor's face.) SIXTH DOCTOR: Now, look, you got me into this mess! PERI: (distraught) Will you two please stop squabbling? (She points down a side-street.) PERI: We'll go this way. (Peri walks off and the two doctors reluctantly follow. But when they reach the gateway to the side street they are stopped by the sound of Chessene's voice.) CHESSENE (V.O) No. (They turn to see Chessene holding a laser g*n, with Dastari in tow.) CHESSENE: You'll come this way. We have some unfinished business to attend to. (The Second Doctor puts his hands up in surrender. The others promptly copy him. Chessene gestures behind down the path, and the Sixth Doctor walks forward. He stops briefly to give Peri an accusing look, but carries on walking. The others soon follow him.) 39. INT. DOÑA ARANA'S BEDROOM (Shockeye is in front of the mirror and has clearly just changed back into his traditional Androgum garb. He hears something, and moves over to the window and opens it slowly to investigate. He sees Chessene herding the prisoners into the hacienda's front doors. This seems to please him.) 40. INT. HACIENDA RECEPTION HALL (As Chessene, Dastari and their prisoners enter they see that the room has been decimated. Ruined furniture lies everywhere.) SECOND DOCTOR: Oh, my word, what a mess! SIXTH DOCTOR: Hmmm. I think, perhaps Dastari, you ought to sack your Chatelaine. CHESSENE: Shockeye? (Shockeye enters, carrying a large but indiscernible object in his right hand.) SHOCKEYE: Yes? CHESSENE: What has happened here? SHOCKEYE: It seems that Group Marshall Stike vaporised his spaceship... and himself. (He holds up the item in his left hand...a severed Sontaran leg.) SHOCKEYE: I found this. DASTARI: So he survived the Coronic acid? CHESSENE: Obviously. (Chessene hands her laser p*stol to Shockeye, who brandishes it wildly at the prisoners.) CHESSENE: Down to the cellars. You know the way, I think. (They all file away to the stairway, but Shockeye lags behind, and place his precious Sontaran leg carefully on a chair.) 41. INT. HACIENDA CELLARS (Chessene and Dastari examine the Kartz-Reimer Module closely.) CHESSENE: The control box has been moved...is it damaged? (Dastari inspects it closer.) DASTARI: The Briode Nebuliser: it's gone. (The Sixth Doctor steps forward and pulls the Nebuliser out of his waistcoat pocket.) SIXTH DOCTOR: (Innocently) You mean this? CHESSENE: Why did you remove it? SIXTH DOCTOR: Because it contains my Symbiotic print. (Chessene takes the Briode Nebuliser and hands it to Dastari.) CHESSENE: Return this to the machine. DASTARI: How did your Time Lord print get onto this? SIXTH DOCTOR: Stike forced me to prime and use the machine. (Dastari inserts the Briode Nebuliser into the module's control box.) CHESSENE: There is a simple way to see if you are still trying to deceive us. (Chessene nods at Dastari, and then moves towards the prisoners and grabs Peri.) CHESSENE: Come, girl. (The Second Doctor and Jamie move forward to help her on instinct, but Shockeye waves his p*stol at them and they back down in response. Chessene drags Peri over to the module. Peri looks extremely worried, and looks to the Sixth Doctor. The Doctor gives a reassuring nod in response. Chessene pushes Peri into the module and closes the door after her. She then moves over to Dastari, who is holding the control box which he has clearly removed from the inside of the module.) CHESSENE: Now we shall see. (Dastari enters the necessary commands, and the whirring noises of the module begin. Peri is still visibly worried, wringing her hands in distress. But the module successfully de-materialises.) SIXTH DOCTOR: (Chirpy) You see? DASTARI: Kartz and Reimer performed many experiments like this. The subject always vapourised into the time stream. SIXTH DOCTOR: Peri won't. And she hasn't any Symbiotic Nuclei, I can assure you. (Dastari looks to Chessene, who gives a nod. Dastari punches in some more commands and the module slowly dematerializes in the exact same position as before. Peri is still inside. Chessene opens the module door.) CHESSENE: (Curtly) Out. (Peri slowly walks out, as Chessene closes the module door.) SIXTH DOCTOR: Satisfied? CHESSENE: Dastari, chain these creatures up. SIXTH DOCTOR: (Indignantly) Chain us up? After I've handed you the secret of time travel on a plate?! Come on, Chessene! Where's your gratitude CHESSENE: Dastari! (Dastari forcefully pushes Peri and co. down deeper into the cellars. Chessene walks over to Shockeye and takes the p*stol out of his hands.) SHOCKEYE: Madam, before we leave let me cook one of the humans! CHESSENE: Didn't you sate your appetite sufficiently in Seville? SHOCKEYE: (Reproachfully) A slight snack! You promised me we would have a human before we left Earth! (Chessene smiles.) CHESSENE: Well, if it would please you. Take the one in the skirt. He's the youngest of the jacks. SHOCKEYE: (Licking his lips) Thank you, madam. (Dastari has just finished tying the Second and Sixth Doctors to a pillar. Jamie is standing nearby, unsure of what to do, when Shockeye grabs his arm from behind and begins to drag him toward the cellar stairs. Jamie cries out in pain.) SHOCKEYE: Ah, steady my beauty! Haha! Ho, there's some meat on this one, Chessene! SECOND DOCTOR: Jamie! (Dastari, having manacled Peri to the adjacent pillar, meaningfully lowers the manacle keys onto a small table in front of the two Doctors while he points his g*n at them. He stalks away.) SECOND DOCTOR: (Indignantly) You might at least say goodbye! (To the Sixth Doctor) You're almost as clever as I am. PERI: What do you mean? SECOND DOCTOR: (Ignoring her) I'm assuming you sabotaged the Briode Nebuliser? SIXTH DOCTOR: Paired the interface. SECOND DOCTOR: Precisely what I would have done. PERI: (Confused) But it worked, didn't it? SIXTH DOCTOR: I left a thin membrane so it would work once. I knew she'd want to test it. SECOND DOCTOR: (Impatiently) There's no need to be so smug: we've got to get Jamie out of that butcher's hands! BOTH DOCTORS: (To Peri) Can you reach that wheelchair? PERI: (Indignantly) I'm not elastic! SECOND DOCTOR: I think you can reach it with your feet. If you try. (Peri pulls herself forward slowly, and then reaches out with her feet to get a grip on the base rung of the wheelchair.) SIXTH DOCTOR: Good girl! PERI: What's the idea, Doctor? SECOND DOCTOR: Push it over towards him. PERI: Why? He's not going anywhere! SECOND DOCTOR: Come on! (Peri pushes the wheelchair over to the Sixth Doctor, who also pulls it towards himself using his feet.) SIXTH DOCTOR: That's it! (The Sixth Doctor swings the chair around to be right in front of him using his feet, and aims it towards the table on which Dastari placed the keys.) SIXTH DOCTOR: What do you think? SECOND DOCTOR: Might work. It's worth a try. (The Sixth Doctor pushes the wheelchair with his feet until it is underneath the table in front of them. He then wedges one foot in-between the seat cushion and the chair rest, and places the other one on the top of the chair rest. He then pulls both his feet downwards suddenly, which flips the wheelchair and the table over, which in turn knocks the keys onto the ground. The Sixth Doctor pulls the keys towards him and then underneath him, to get at the manacles. He grabs the keys with his hands and begins to unlock the cuffs. He gets out of the cuffs, and then turns around and begins to unlock the Second Doctor's hands, when he hears a scream from above.) SECOND DOCTOR: Oh, never mind me! That's Jamie! Help him! (The Sixth Doctor runs off towards the stairs.) SECOND DOCTOR: (Exasperated) The keys! (The Sixth Doctor stops, and slides the keys across the floor back to the Second Doctor, and then starts running again.) 42. INT. HACIENDA KITCHEN (Jamie is tied onto the table in the middle of the kitchen, screaming as Shockeye administers him with a large device that resembles a power-drill except it is tipped with a flat surface that vibrates and glows red. He presses the device against Jamie's legs and it makes a whirring noise while Jamie screams in agony. Dastari walks in, and Shockeye stops abruptly.) DASTARI: What are you doing? SHOCKEYE: (Reproachfully) Oh, er, tenderizing the meat. (Pointing) Oh, see how the flesh is marvelling there. That's the fatty tissue breaking up. (Shockeye moves in to tenderize Jamie's chest.) DASTARI: k*ll him first. SHOCKEYE: (Condescendingly) It works better on a live animal. (He presses the tenderizer onto Jamie's chest. Jamie cries out in pain once again.) DASTARI: It looks very painful. SHOCKEYE: That's simply a...a nervous reflex. I've been cooking all my life. Primitive creatures don't feel pain in the way that we would. (Shockeye tenderizes Jamie's stomach. Jamie grits his teeth and moans in pain as Shockeye laughs gleefully. We see that the Sixth Doctor is watching this from the stairs in the hall. Shockeye washes his hands and then grabs a sizeable Kn*fe.) SHOCKEYE: Now this is the part, I always say, where you can tell a butcher from a botcher: the meat should always have a clean edge. (Shockeye brings the Kn*fe down towards Jamie's neck, but just before he can make the cut Chessene comes storming in.) CHESSENE: Dastari, you fool! One of the Time Lords has escaped! DASTARI: That's impossible! CHESSENE: You couldn't have fastened the manacle properly! DASTARI: (Indignant) I did! CHESSENE: Don't argue! It's vital that he be caught and k*lled. DASTARI: Chessene, listen to me: to k*ll a Time Lord would mean the destruction of everything we've achieved! The Gallifreyans have powers we cannot dream of! CHESSENE: (Furiously) k*ll him, I tell you! k*ll HIM! (Chessene pushes a g*n into Dastari's hands. He reluctantly accepts it and sullenly leaves the room. Shockeye, who has been watching this silently moves back over towards Jamie's prone body.) SHOCKEYE: This will only take a moment, I promise, madam... I thought we could have the saddle and haunches for supper. CHESSENE: (Impatiently) Never mind that now, Shockeye! I want that Time Lord found! (Chessene leaves. Shockeye rest the Kn*fe down by the sink and follows her.) 43. INT. HACIENDA RECEPTION HALL (Satisfied that the Androgums are gone the Sixth Doctor sneaks down the stairway and tip-toes into the kitchen.) 44. INT. HACIENDA KITCHEN (The Sixth Doctor slaps Jamie on the face to try and wake him.) SIXTH DOCTOR: (Whispering) Jamie? Jamie? Can you hear me? (The Doctor grabs a Kn*fe off the counter and cuts the ropes holding Jamie onto the table. He then grabs Jamie and tries to wake him again.) SIXTH DOCTOR: Jamie! Wake up (As the Doctor moves to cut the last of Jamie's bonds Shockeye comes in through the door and wrests the Kn*fe out of the Doctor's arm. The Doctor strafes around to the other side of the table, and Shockeye begins to circle him with the Kn*fe.) SHOCKEYE: I thought you might return; to help the primitive. (The Doctor quickly tries to untie the rope around Jamie's right hand, but as soon as he stops moving Shockeye jumps forward and slashes at the back of the Doctor's wrist, and in turn wounding his leg. The Doctor yelps out in pain and hops out the door. Shockeye moves after him, but pauses when he reaches the doorway, seemingly in doubt whether or not to leave Jamie unattended.) 45. EXT. HACIENDA COURTYARD (The Sixth Doctor hops out the door, but as soon as he hits the stairs he falls straight down. He quickly scrambles to his feet and half-limps half-hops out the gate moments before Shockeye appears in the doorway wielding his Kn*fe. Chessene comes running across the courtyard towards him, with Dastari in tow.) CHESSENE: Shockeye! The Time Lord. SHOCKEYE: I know, madam. I wounded him. Look. (He points with his Kn*fe to a splatter of blood lying on the cobblestones.) CHESSENE: Then follow his blood trail. k*ll him, Shockeye. SHOCKEYE: (Gleefully) Certainly, madam! (Shockeye runs off, but Chessene simply stands still, staring at the blood on the ground. She slowly backs away from it, but she seems to be overcome with emotion. Suddenly she crawls into a lying position across the ground and presses her hand firm against the blood. When she turns her hand over the palm is stained completely with blood. She slowly raises it up to her nose, and smells it gingerly. She then gives into temptation, and begins lapping it up with her tongue. Dastari looks away in disgust.) 46. INT. HACIENDA KITCHEN (Jamie has regained consciousness and is moaning softly. He gradually raises his head, and then notices the cut bonds on his wrist. Once he sees these he sets his jaw and struggles up into a standing position, before grabbing the Kn*fe off the bench and slashing away the last thread of rope on his left arm.) JAMIE: Right. I'll have that Shockeye, so will. 47. INT. HACIENDA CELLARS (The Second Doctor finishes unlocking Peri's manacles and pulls her to her feet.) SECOND DOCTOR: Come on, Peri. It's time we were off. (They run over to the stairs only be met by Dastari coming down.) DASTARI: (Raising his g*n) Chessene wants me to k*ll you. (Peri and the Doctor meekly raise their arms in surrender.) 48. EXT. HACIENDA GROUNDS (The Sixth Doctor is doing a limping-run down a hill, with Shockeye in hot pursuit, brandishing his Kn*fe and yelling wildly.) SHOCKEYE: Your life has ended, Time Lord! (The Doctor rounds another hill, but grabs his leg moaning in pain. Shockeye is closing on him.) SHOCKEYE: Give up, Time Lord, you cannot escape Shockeye o' the Quawncing Grig! 49. EXT. SMALL COPSE (The Doctor runs through a small area nestled between two hills, breathing heavily with fatigue. He falls weakly onto the ground in front of a tree, but notices some unusual gear on the ground in front of him. He picks up one of the items in front of him and recognizes it as a butterfly net: clearly Oscar's. He then turns his attention to a jar lying next to it, which he opens and sniffs gingerly the powder inside. He gives a sideways glance in Shockeye's direction: clearly he has an idea.) 50. EXT. HACIENDA GROUNDS (Shockeye still runs after the Doctor, his determination not fleeting for a minute.) 51. EXT. SMALL COPSE (The Doctor pours the cyanide powder from Oscar's jar into a handkerchief, then pulls a canteen out of Oscar's bag and pours the liquid over the cyanide, causing it to steam gently. Shockeye has now reached the copse, and draws the large ceremonial scimitar he has on his belt, breathing heavily in anticipation, but he does not see where the Doctor is.) SHOCKEYE: The blood is warm and soft, Time Lord. (Shockeye walks slowly further into the copse.) SHOCKEYE: I know how near you are! (Shockeye rounds a large tree, and the Doctor jumps him from behind. The Doctor jams the butterfly net over Shockeye's head, and then shoves the handkerchief right into Shockeye's noise. Shockeye struggles and writhes in pain, but it is to no avail. He falls limp, and the Doctor lowers him onto the ground slowly. The Doctor looks down at Shockeye's d*ad body and sighs.) SIXTH DOCTOR: Your just deserts. 52. INT. HACIENDA CELLARS (Jamie is edging down the stairs, looking around himself cautiously, with his Kn*fe drawn. Once he has reached the bottom of the steps he hears Chessene behind him and so ducks into the alcove beneath the stairs. Chessene comes down the stairs with her g*n drawn, and fails completely to spot Jamie, who emerges from the alcove and sneaks along behind her. The voices of Dastari and the Second Doctor become audible.) DASTARI (V.O): I remember it very clearly, Doctor. SECOND DOCTOR (V.O): There speaks the real Dastari... (Dastari and the Second Doctor are by near the Kartz-Reimer Module in the middle of the cellar, talking quite genially. The Second Doctor clutches Dastari affectionately by the shoulders as he talks, and Peri watches, clearly quite happy to see this turn for the better.) SECOND DOCTOR: (Continued) ...my old friend! (The three of them make to move off, but when they turn around they are met by Chessene brandishing her p*stol.) CHESSENE: I ordered you to k*ll these two. Why are they still alive? DASTARI: There's been enough k*lling, Chessene. It's my fault. I took an Androgum, a lowly, unworthy creature of instinct, and tried to set it among the gods! CHESSENE: I set myself among the gods! And now I shall liberate my people! With me as their leader they shall reign over all other beings. (Chessene sh**t Dastari, who drops to the ground in an instant. Peri shrieks, but the Second Doctor drags her to safety behind the Kartz-Reimer module. Chessene follows them as they try to run into the cover of the wine shelves at the back of the cellar.) CHESSENE: Stop! (Realising that they are caught in Chessene's sights with nowhere to run, they do so. But Jamie, who is under cover, throws his Kn*fe expertly at Chessene, and it severs her g*n into pieces. Panicking, Chessene dashes into the Kartz-Reimer module and enters the dematerialization codes. The device starts shaking erratically and Chessene looks very disconcerted. Jamie, who is watching this all, beckons the Second Doctor and Peri over to see it. The module blows up, and a rabidly shrieking Chessene emerges from the flames. She topples onto the floor limply, and the Doctor and co. gather around her body) PERI: Is she d*ad? (Chessene's dying face begins to transform, from its old, elegant self, to a mottled and craggy surface topped with bright red eyebrows... much like that of Shockeye.) SECOND DOCTOR: (Grimly) Molecular disintegration. Horrible. PERI: So... that's it then. JAMIE: Aye... (Vehemently) Except for that Shockeye! (The Sixth Doctor limps in behind them.) SIXTH DOCTOR: He's been, er, 'moth-balled'. (Looking at remains of the Kartz-Reimer module) My word. That's a mess! Take you a while to put THAT back together again! SECOND DOCTOR: That will NOT be necessary. (The Second Doctor walks over to the Sixth Doctor and pulls a small gadget out of his coat with a flourish, grinning smugly.) SIXTH DOCTOR: (Incredulous) A Stattenheim remote control?! (The Sixth Doctor tries to snatch it out of the Second Doctor's hand but he pulls it out of his reach.) SIXTH DOCTOR: (Jealously) Where did you get that? I've ALWAYS wanted one of those! SECOND DOCTOR: (Smugly) Some of us have, er, these little privileges. (The Second Doctor gives a sharp whistle and his TARDIS dematerializes in the middle of the cellar floor. He walks over to it and unlocks the doors.) SECOND DOCTOR: Jamie! JAMIE: Ah, after you, Doctor. SECOND DOCTOR: No. After you, Jamie. (Jamie turns to Peri and offers her his hand to shake.) JAMIE: Goodbye, Peri. PERI: Bye. (Peri shakes Jamie's hand courteously, but is taken aback as Jamie plants a kiss full on her lips. Jamie grins and waves goodbye to the Sixth Doctor.) JAMIE: Doctor. SIXTH DOCTOR: Bye, Jamie. And keep an eye on the old gentleman, will you? (Jamie enters the TARDIS.) SECOND DOCTOR: Do try and keep out of my way in future and in past, there's a good fellow. The time continuum should be big enough for the both of us. (Patting his belly) Just. SIXTH DOCTOR: You know, I think I preferred you as an Androgum. (The Second Doctor ignores him and goes into his TARDIS. It dematerializes soon after.) 53. INT. HACIENDA RECEPTION HALL (The Sixth Doctor and Peri enter through the door to the cellar.) SIXTH DOCTOR: (Peevishly) Of all the conceited in-grates! You know, he almost succeeded in concealing all my natural charm. PERI: Was that your TARDIS? SIXTH DOCTOR: Mhm. PERI: But, I don't understand. How can it be in two places at the same time? SIXTH DOCTOR: That's the whole point: it's not in two places at the same time. My TARDIS is at least five minutes walk from here. After you. PERI: (Playfully) No, after you. SIXTH DOCTOR: (Forcefully) No. After you. (Peri smiles a little at the Doctor's affected seriousness, and the Doctor gives a small smile back. They walk towards the front door, but Peri stops, as if something is unsettling her.) PERI: Oh, Doctor? SIXTH DOCTOR: Hmm? PERI: We're not going fishing again, are we? SIXTH DOCTOR: No. From now on it's a healthy vegetarian diet. For both of us.
{"type": "series", "show": "Doctor Who", "episode": "22x09 - The Two Doctors - part 3"}
foreverdreaming
PART ONE Written by Glen McCoy Original air date: 09 March, 1985 Run time: 45:00 TARDIS Peri: Lost? The Doctor: I am never, ever lost. Peri: Ha! Wish I could have that on tape. The Doctor: I was contemplating taking you to the constellation of Andromeda. Peri: Why? The Doctor: I haven't been there recently, that's why. Peri: Well, what about me? Don't I ever get a say in our destination? The Doctor: Oh. Where would the First Lady suggest? Peri: Well, I don't mind. The Doctor: Ha. Peri: What I mean, Doctor, is I don't mind where we go so long as when we get there, we spend some time and relax. The Doctor: You want a holiday! Why didn't you say so before? I know the very place. Peri: Doctor, if you're about to suggest the Eye of Orion, don't. I've heard all about that elusive place once too often. No one lives there and few visit, apart from you. The Doctor: Oh, but such a beautiful moonset. Ideal tonic for the weary time traveller. But, if that doesn't appeal, as I've said, there is always Andromeda. Peri: Oh, really. And what's out there? The Doctor: Some of the most magical sights in the entire universe. Astral starbursts creating a myriad celestial bodies against a timeless royal blue backdrop. Peri: Very poetic, but that's the exact description you always give of the Eye of Orion. The Doctor: It is? Peri: Word for word. The Doctor: Does nothing please you? Peri: Yes. Purposeful travel, not aimless wanderings. The Doctor: Aimless? You see our time together as aimless? Peri: No, not exactly. I guess not. The Doctor: I should hope not. Or perhaps you're trying to tell me you've had enough. In that case I can easily set the coordinates for Earth, 1985. Peri: No, no, that won't be necessary. Citadel Aram: We'll have to split up. If just one of us can get out of the Citadel and make it as far as the rebel encampment... Tyheer: Fat chance. There's got to be another way to defeat the Borad from within the Citadel. Aram: You please yourself, Tyheer, but I'm getting out. Gazak? Gazak: I'm with you. If we stay here and are caught, they'll throw in the Timelash. Shush. Aram: Let's go. Good luck. TARDIS The Doctor: That is a Kontron tunnel. Put more colloquially, it's a time corridor in space. Peri: Didn't the Daleks have one of those? The Doctor: It doesn't matter whose tunnel it is, we're heading straight for it and there's nothing we can do about it. Peri: So? You've always said the TARDIS is indestructible. The Doctor: Well, that's beside the point. Colliding with a time corridor something one tries to avoid. Peri: Well, what will it do to us? The Doctor: You can never tell with a time tunnel. Ah! Peri: Are you in pain? The Doctor: I've found out where the corridor's going. You're in luck. It's Earth. It's a period you call 1179AD. Peri: Oh, I've never been to twelfth century Earth. The Doctor: As I seem to keep saying, that's beside the point. Once inside a time tunnel, the TARDIS may undergo an adverse Kontron effect. Peri: Is that bad? The Doctor: Bad? Bad? Doh. Bad? You don't seem to realise the effect that time particles colliding within a multi-dimensional implosion field can have. Peri: Hardly. The Doctor: Well, the short answer is Pow! Citadel Guard: Right, loop him up. Gazak: No! Borad's vault Borad: So, you nearly got away. Aram: What are you? Borad: The Borad, your master. Aram: You can't be. Borad: And you have betrayed me. Inner Sanctum Brunner: Apparently the rebels att*cked a storage chamber last night. Kendron: Why? Surely they know they can't win? Brunner: As surely as they know the punishment that awaits their failure. Mykros: They're bringing up Gazak and Tyheer. Vena: Tyheer? But Tyheer is a councillor. Mykros, what is going on? Mykros: I don't know. Things can't be allowed to continue like this. We are tearing the fabric of our society apart. Vena: The Borad has promised all of us a better place in which to live. We must trust him. Mykros: When we're losing our own friends? What sort of leader never appears in public, only on a screen? Vena: You know that is a security measure. Mykros: Don't be so naive. We never see him because he doesn't care. The only thing that interests the Borad are these endless time experiments. Vena: He is experimenting for the good of us all. He's a fine leader. Mykros: Not only is our planet divided, we are under imminent thr*at of invasion from our former allies, the Bandrils. Is that good leadership? Why aren't we preparing to defend ourselves? Why are we having a w*r at all? Tekker: Maylin Renis. Renis: Have the prisoners brought forward. Tyheer: Renis, please, I'm not guilty. I led you to the conspirators. Gazak: You traitor! Tyheer: I'm not a traitor, I'm one of you. Renis: Be quiet. For organising rebellious acts against our honoured ruler, the Borad, the people of Karfel condemn Gazak and Tyheer to the Timelash. Gazak: No! Tyheer: But I helped you! You can't execute me. Maylin, listen to me, please. Renis: Silence him. The Timelash will banish you. The Borad has spared your miserable life. Mykros: (quietly) I think I prefer death. Vena: (quietly) What do you mean? Mykros: (quietly) Who knows where that time corridor ends? Gazak: Let me say my last words, Maylin. Please. Malyin: Let him speak. Gazak: I'm no rebel. I love this planet. My crime is merely a concern for our world, our people, our loss of freedom, and the growing danger of an interplanetary w*r. Tekker: Nonsense. The boy is a self-confessed rebel. Banish him. Gazak: No, Maylin, you can't do this. Please! Renis: Quiet, quiet. Sentence will be carried out. Tyheer: Tekker, you must believe me. Tyheer: Spare me the Timelash and I'll help you fight the rebels, Maylin. Please! Renis: Too late, Tyheer. Tyheer: No, you're making a big mistake. No, I won't go! Borad (on screen): Let this be a further lesson. I will not tolerate any attempt to interfere with my plans. Furthermore, may I remind you that I'm working for the benefit of all Karfelons. That is all. Mykros: (quietly) If you believe that, you'll believe anything. TARDIS Peri: Doctor? The Doctor: Hmm? Peri: That curve on the screen you told me to keep an eye on? The Doctor: Hmm? Peri: It's now a straight. Is that bad? The Doctor: Bad? No, it's disastrous. Inner Sanctum Renis: That is all. Android: Maylin. Renis: I haven't forgotten. Vena: Father, is that what you now call a fair trial? Renis: That is not your concern. Vena: To the contrary, I think that it is very much... Renis: Enough. I hope you're taking great care of my only daughter. Mykros: Of course. As my future wife, I could hardly do anything else. Renis: Then cure her of her stubbornness. She has a foolish commitment to a way of life that is passed. Mykros: I hope that she will soon believe as I do. Renis: I'm pleased to hear it. Young noblewomen seem to have so much free will nowadays. Vena: Father... Mykros: Speaking of noblewomen, Vena tells me that Tola is recovering. Renis: My wife is as well as can be expected after such major surgery. Mykros: Is there anything that I can do? Renis: No, Mykros, but I appreciate your concern. Now, if you will excuse me, I have some urgent business to attend to. Mykros: Of course. TARDIS The Doctor: How's that line? Peri: It's starting to break up. The Doctor: Is it still on the screen? Peri: Just about. The Doctor: If any part of it leaves the screen, let me know immediately. Power vault Malyin: What are you doing in here? You know it's forbidden. Mykros: Yes, I'm sorry, Maylin, but I'm afraid my curiosity got the better of me. Renis: You do of course realise the penalty if you are caught in here. Mykros: Oh, I'm past caring. I want some answers. Renis: No one is monitoring us in here. The delta configuration rays would harm delicate instrumentation when I switch power through to the Borad's personal vault. Mykros: It's a strange feeling, not being monitored. Wait a minute. Wait a minutes. What would happen if you refuse to make that power switch? Renis: Are you mad? Mykros: You'd cripple him, surely. Renis: You're talking of mass su1c1de. If we tampered with his power supply, he'd wipe us out within seconds. Mykros: Let him try. Look, I know we'd sustain losses, but we'd win through in the end. We must! Renis: Do you think I haven't thought of all this already? Mykros: Then why haven't you acted? Look, I'd help you. Many would. You wouldn't be alone. Renis: It wouldn't work. Not yet. Mykros: You're afraid, aren't you. Afraid of some power-crazed old man. That's all he is. Renis: You don't know what you're talking about. I am in command. Mykros: You're only a figurehead. If you had any real authority, you wouldn't allow loyal citizens to be cast into the Timelash. Renis: They were rebels. Mykros: They were no more rebels than you or I. Why can't you see what's happening? Karfel is being driven to total destruction and you will not lift a finger to stop it. Renis: All I know is that I must continue my role as Maylin. My function is to switch power to the Borad. Either you stay and promise not to interfere, or leave now and let me get on with my duty. Mykros: Just what does your duty entail? Renis: There are two amulets. Mykros: That's a mirror! Renis: Yes. Mykros: I thought the Borad had banned all mirrors. Renis: Only this one remains. The two amulets must be places simultaneously to open the power panels. Mykros: What happens next? Malyin: We make the necessary power switches according to these instructions. Mykros: What's wrong? Renis: He wants me to divert all subsidiary energy supplies to his vault. Mykros: Everything? Renis: All except power for the Timelash. Mykros: He's mad! Renis: I've no other choice but to obey. Mykros: What about those in the hospital? Good heavens, man, your own wife is there on a life support system. You can't! It's m*rder! Renis: Rebelling is useless. We both know that. Perhaps my wife will be strong enough to survive on her own. Mykros: I'm going to destroy this madman. Renis: All right, I won't stop you. Borad's vault Renis (O.C.): But don't involve me or my daughter. Mykros (O.C.): I suggest you think about your own wife. Renis (O.C.): If you think of yourself. Power vault Renis: d*ad, you're of no use to anyone. Alive, you might just succeed. Renis: Good luck. Outside the power vault Renis: Android. It's all right, he was just assisting me. Android: Mykros. Return immediately to the Inner Sanctum for an emergency meeting. Renis: But shouldn't I have been informed? Android: Maylin. You are requested to attend the Borad. TARDIS The Doctor: Belt up. Peri: Where did you get these? The Doctor: Does it matter? Peri: Well, we've never had to use belts before. The Doctor: We've never had to negotiate a Kontron tunnel before. Peri: Doctor! The Doctor: Peri, it's started. Borad's vault Borad: Maylin Renis, how nice of you to accept my invitation. Renis: The pleasure and honour is mine, Borad. Borad: I was pleased to see that you dealt firmly with the rebels. Renis: Thank you. Borad: Personally, I would have preferred to see them dangling at the end of a rope. Renis: Did I do wrong? Borad: Well, perhaps you should have consulted me first. Renis: I'm sorry I misunderstood your wishes. I simply went ahead on my own authority. Borad: You have no authority. You act entirely under my explicit instructions. Renis: But I am the Maylin! Borad: From this moment, you are nothing. Renis: I don't understand. Borad: You think me a fool? Renis: But, Borad. Renis (O.C.): All right, I won't stop you, but don't involve me or my daughter. Borad: Have you heard enough? You must be wondering how I learnt of your treason. A microphone fitted into the black scented amulet. When inserted into the power panel, it's shielded from delta configuration rays. Borad: You look pale, Maylin. Renis: You are... Borad: Repulsive? Perhaps, but I have a hundred times your intellect, the strength of twenty Guardoliers, and a life spanning a dozen centuries. Renis: What, what's happening? Where's the Borad? Borad: Imbecile. I am the Borad and I do not tolerate disloyalty. Borad: Time for another election. Inform Tekker that I have elected him to be the next Maylin. Android: Yes, Borad. TARDIS The Doctor: Hang on, Peri, we're seconds from impact. Inner Sanctum Brunner: Fellow council members, may I introduce you to our new Maylin, Maylin Tekker. Vena: Where's my father? Tekker: Oh, please be seated, my dear Vena. Accept the condolences of the entire council of the Inner Sanctum. It appears your father has suffered a fatal seizure. Vena: No! Why wasn't I told before about this? Tekker: My dear Vena, the news grows worse. Mykros: Tekker! Vena: This is madness! What's happening? Tekker: It's called treason. And he is the traitor. Vena: No! Tekker: Prepare the Timelash. Vena: No. No. Mykros: (quietly) Vena, be brave. It's up to you now. The Borad must be stopped. His strength is in the amulet. The amulet. Tekker: My dear Vena, do not distress yourself unduly. Vena: What has he done? Tekker: Conspired with your father to bring about the downfall of the Borad. Get rid of the rebel. Tekker: Stop her! Vena: It must go! Let him go! Tekker: Get the amulet! Mykros: Vena! Vena! TARDIS The Doctor: It worked. We're still in one piece. Peri: I feel as though I've been put through a blender. Peri: What was that? Or did I imagine her? The Doctor: No. No, she was real enough. Peri: Anyone important? The Doctor: Didn't get a chance to ask. Peri: Great. Do you expect any more uninvited guests? The Doctor: No. Both the TARDIS and the time corridor have now fully s*ab. Peri: Was she travelling down the time corridor? The Doctor: Yes. I only hope she wasn't banking on reaching twelfth century Earth. The TARDIS is bound to have deflected her path. Peri: Well then, we must help her. The Doctor: We can hardly help ourselves. The Doctor: Velocity override! Peri: I thought you said the worst was over. The Doctor: Did I? She's attempting to materialise. Peri: Great. The Doctor: We must be near the source of the time tunnel. Inner Sanctum Tekker: The Borad is very angry and can you blame him? It's only out of his innate kindness that he hasn't demanded immediate retribution. Kendron: How do you mean? Tekker: If we don't get the amulet back, he will destroy every Karfelon in the Citadel. Brunner: All five hundred of us? Tekker: The androids have already sealed the complex. Brunner: But what will k*lling us achieve? Tekker: Revenge. Kendron: What if we blast our way through to the power cells? Tekker: And risk triggering an energy chain expl*si*n? Guard: Maylin, I'm tracking a moving object in the Timelash vortex. Tekker: Could it be Vena? Guard: It's some sort of craft, coming up the corridor in reverse. Brunner: But what object can penetrate the Timelash? Tekker: The sort we need to retrieve the amulet. Borad's vault Borad: It appears the Doctor is attempting a return visit to our planet. I look forward to our reunion. Inner Sanctum Tekker: This could be the answer to our prayers. Kendron: My father always talked of the Doctor's return. That is, before the story of the Doctor's visit was ordered erased from our history books. Tekker: All that matters now is that the Doctor has arrived. Kendron: And he can retrieve the amulet. Brunner: But will he agree? Tekker: I'm sure we'll be able to persuade him. TARDIS Peri: A reception committee. Well, they look friendly enough. The Doctor: So they should be. I've been here before. Peri: And where's here? The Doctor: Karfel. I was here a regeneration or three back. Peri: Well, if you've been here before, no problem. The Doctor: Except that time corridor. Karfel should be centuries from such technology. Peri: Doctor... The Doctor: No. Now don't go wandering off until I'm certain this place is clear. Peri: Yes, sir. Inner Sanctum Tekker: I will do the talking. Tekker: Welcome, Time Lord. The Doctor: Hello, I'm the Doctor. Tekker: And I am Tekker. Maylin Tekker. We are honoured that you have decided to visit us again after all this time. The Doctor: Indeed you are. This is Peri, my assistant. Peri: Hi. Tekker: Only the two of you? The Doctor: Yes, travelling light this time. Besides, so difficult to recruit good staff these days, don't you agree? Maylin, about this time corridor in space. Tekker: All in good time, Doctor. All in good time. Please enjoy our hospitality first. Have you been travelling long? Peri: Well, it's hard to say, really. Time just flies when you're in the TARDIS. Hospitality room Tekker: Please come in, Doctor. Tekker: Oh, our security system. There have been a lot of changes since you were last here. The Doctor: So I see. Peri: Oh, what unusual plants. The Doctor: Peri is a bit of a botanist. Tekker: Indeed. Peri: Oh, most unusual. The Doctor: Maylin, I'd like to talk to you about... Peri: Ow! Hey, that's mine! What's all that about? Tekker: I'm terribly sorry about that. I do hope it didn't frighten you too much. Peri: I'm more concerned about losing my Saint Christopher. Tekker: Yes. I think the android was trying to warn you away from this plant. Although it is a very beautiful specimen, it has the nasty habit of ejecting an acidic fluid into the face of the admirer. Peri: Well, I'm surprised you have them on display. The Doctor: I think perhaps a little re-potting and reprogramming is in order. Don't you, Maylin? Tekker: Yes. You could be right. Tekker: Ah. Excuse me for a moment, will you? The Doctor: Charming fellow. Inner Sanctum Kendron: The Bandril ambassador, Maylin. He has issued an ultimatum. Tekker: Has he indeed? Greetings, Ambassador. Bandril (on screen): I am commanded by the President's Circle to give you a final opportunity to re-establish the grain supply to Bandril. Food which is rightfully ours. Tekker: By what right? Bandril (on screen): The Treaty of Cooperation. Tekker: That was revoked by the Borad. Bandril (on screen): You can't just revoke an intergalactic treaty. Tekker: The Borad can, and he has done. Bandril (on screen): Tekker... Tekker: Maylin Tekker. Bandril (on screen): We don't want w*r. We are peaceful people. Our planet is on the verge of famine. Do not give us reason to come and take the grain. Tekker: Oh, I assure you, Ambassador, you will find that extremely difficult. Bandril (on screen): It appears that diplomacy has failed. Tekker: Yes, indeed. Rather like you and your starving planet, Ambassador. (laughs) Bandril (on screen): Then it seems that we are at w*r. Tekker: Good. Kendron: Maylin, you have deliberately provoked an att*ck! Tekker: Of course I have. Do you think the Borad could ever be defeated? Mark my words, soon our planet will rule this corner of the universe with the power of a giant ocean. Kendron: With you on the crest of the wave. Tekker: You see nothing and you understand less. The Borad wants to defeat them. Their b*mb won't even penetrate our solar system, let alone enter our atmosphere. I must find Brunner. Hospitality room The Doctor: The place has certainly changed. There's something missing. What is it? Peri: It's so dull. The Doctor: Bored already? Peri: No. It lacks sparkle. There's no reflection. It's all so matt and lifeless. Even the goblets don't shine. The Doctor: Hello. Peri: Hey. The Doctor: Hey, wait a minute. Peri: (reads) Sezon at the Falchian Rocks. The Doctor: I beg your pardon? Peri: Sezon at the Falchian Rocks. A message. Tekker: I have arranged a short tour of the Citadel. The Doctor: Splendid. Tekker: For your assistant. Peri: Oh, sounds great, but I'd rather not, if it's all the same to you. Tekker: Oh, but it's all arranged. Counsellor Brunner is waiting outside to escort you, and I have so much to talk to you about, Doctor. The time corridor was a brilliant stroke of luck. The Doctor: Oh. The Maylin is absolutely right. You go and have a look around. We'll join you when we've had a little chat. Peri: Doctor, in the TARDIS you distinctly said... The Doctor: Oh, never mind what I said in the TARDIS. Off you go. The Maylin and I have important things to discuss, don't we, Maylin. Tekker: Yes, Doctor. Citadel Brunner: When you've k*lled the girl, dispose of the body. Guard: But where, Counsellor? Brunner: Imbecile. The caves, of course. No doubt the Morlox will make a meal of her. Hospitality room The Doctor: And you seriously expect me to believe this preposterous story? That a lady of the Inner Sanctum just happened to fall into a time vortex with a vitally important key to your power vault? Tekker: Yes, Doctor, and there's very little time left. The Doctor: For what? Tekker: For you to retrieve it. The Doctor: Retrieve it? You seriously expect me to go through space and time looking for a lost girl and her trinket? Give me one good reason why I should. Tekker: Peri. Citadel Brunner: This is the west corridor of the central Citadel. Peri: All these corridors look the same to me. Are these plants indigenous to Karfel? Brunner: Most of them are from Bandril. That's our neighbouring planet. It's also why they require so much special attention. Peri: They're beautiful. Brunner: Dracowlis. Known as the flower of many faces. Peri: I can see why. Brunner: Would you excuse me, Peri? I'm summoned away. I'll be back shortly. Peri: Sure. Peri: I take it you're not the resident gardener come to do some pruning, huh? Doctor! Android: The girl has escaped. Brunner: So I see. Still, there's nothing that way but rebels, dank tunnels, and the Morlox. Pity, really. She was an attractive young woman. Android: Yes, indeed she was. Brunner: On the other hand, perhaps I know where to find her. Come on. Cavern Peri: Beautiful fragrance. Hospitality room Tekker: The Doctor is about to leave. Escort him to the TARDIS and see that he does. Guard: Yes, Maylin. Tekker: Good luck, Doctor. For Peri's sake, don't come back empty handed. The Doctor: The reason I am doing this, Maylin, is not only to ensure Peri's safety, but the safety and well-being of all on this planet. Something furthest from your mind, I fancy. Guard: Move. Cottage Herbert: What did I say? Vena: Please, help me. Cavern Peri: Help! Help! Katz: What is it? Sezon: Android. Quick, away from here. Borad's vault Borad: A plucky creature who knows how to take care of herself. If she's still alive, I want her brought to me completely unharmed. Rebel hideout Sezon: Who are you? Peri: I could ask you the same question. Katz: She doesn't look like a spy. Peri: Spy? I've only been on this planet a few minutes. Sezon: I say we k*ll her. She must be working for those in the Citadel. She came here to trap us. You saw the android. Katz: I also saw that it was on f*re. Sezon: So their plan went wrong. k*ll her! Peri: No! Look, I'm innocent. I haven't done anything to hurt you. Sezon: Katz, we're wasting time. Katz: Wait! You're going to have to tell us everything you know, or he'll insist on k*lling you. Look, I don't want any v*olence. I would be willing to let you live if you just told us who sent you. Sezon: You've got fifteen seconds. Katz: Look, if you're not from the Citadel, where are you from? Peri: You'd never believe me. Katz: Well, try me. Peri: Earth. I came with the Doctor in the TARDIS. Sezon: The Doctor? Peri: That's right. Sezon: She must think we're fools. Five seconds. Katz: This was given to my grandfather by the Doctor. Do you know who she is? Peri: I've seen photographs of her, but I've never met her. Sezon: What's her name? Peri: Jo Grant. She used to travel with the Doctor. Katz: You're right. You still want to k*ll her? TARDIS The Doctor: 1179 AD. Add a time deflection coefficient of seven hundred and six years, that is 1885 AD. Cottage Herbert: The talisman's in a purse under your pillow. Vena: Where am I? And who are you? Herbert: My name is Herbert. From your sudden materialisation, I presume you are a spirit from the other side. Vena: My name is Vena. Thank you for looking after me. Herbert: No, the pleasure's all mine. Although I do assume you are from up there, rather than down there. Vena: It would be more accurate to assume that I am from beyond the stars. Herbert: Incredible. Vena: This is a strange and beautiful land. Herbert: Yes, I come up here every summer. The cottage belongs to my uncle. I'm a teacher, or will be next term. I use the place for a bit of peace and quiet. I fancy myself as a bit of a writer, actually, but nothing published yet, of course. When the weather's nice I do the odd bit of fishing on the loch. Perhaps you'd care to join me? But then on the other hand, perhaps spirits from the other side might find fishing a bit mundane. Herbert: What on Earth's that? Vena: They must not get the amulet. Herbert: Who mustn't? You mean there's someone else about to materialise? I didn't summon them. Vena: You must help me. Herbert: I'll do all I can. Herbert: Right, ridding unwanted spirits. Right, here it is. Right, now stay there. Outside the cottage Herbert: It's a blue monolith! The Doctor: Hello! Have you seen a rather surprised young lady? Herbert: Avaunt thee... Cottage Herbert: Foul fanged fiend. The Doctor: I can assure you I'm not that long in the tooth, and neat blood brings me out in a rash. Herbert: Back from where you came, spirit of the glass. The Doctor: Not just yet, if you don't mind. The Doctor: Ah! Now you must be Vena. Vena: Yes, my name is Vena. The Doctor: I'm afraid we left you rather up in the air on our last fleeting encounter. Vena: It was you in the Timelash? Herbert: No, Vena, don't talk to him. Vena: Why not? The Doctor: Yes, why not? I'm the Doctor. Delighted to meet you. Vena: The Doctor? The Doctor: I think you have something... The Doctor: Which your Maylin would like returned. Rebel's hideout Peri: This stuff tastes okay. Sezon: Enjoy it. It may be our last for some time. Peri: Why do you hide down here? Katz: Because of our ruler, the Borad. Sezon: Through his lackey, Maylin Tekker, he's provoked w*r with the Bandrils. Peri: Why? Katz: I don't know. Sezon: If the Bandrils use a bendalypse warhead, I shudder to think of the consequences. It's a m*ssile so powerful it can destroy anything with a central nervous system, yet leave all buildings standing. Peri: Sounds familiar. Sezon: Ironically, it won't k*ll the Morlox. Peri: Well, it sort of makes him king of the desolation, won't it? Katz: That's the irony. Sezon: Do you think the Doctor would help us? Peri: Well, of course, if we could get to him. Katz: Sezon, you've got to find a way. Peri: Are you Sezon? Is this place Falchian Rocks? Katz: Yes. Peri: Well, I had a message. Sezon at the Falchian Rocks. Sezon: It must be from one of our people in the Citadel. Katz: That's right. Peri: Oh, I didn't understand why he gave it to me. Where did I put it. Guard: I wouldn't do that. Peri: I must have dropped it. Sezon: Obviously. Cottage The Doctor: I'm glad you accept my explanation, Herbert. Herbert: It's fantastical. A machine that transcends time itself. Can I see it? The Doctor: Er, some other time, perhaps. Our first priority is to return the amulet. Vena: No! The amulet stays here. Mykros warned me the Borad's power depends upon it. The Doctor: So do the lives of everyone on Karfel. It must be returned. Trust me. It's the only way to help your people and defeat this Borad of whom you speak. Vena: I know you saved our planet once before, Doctor, and so I do trust you. Very well, when do we leave? The Doctor: I leave immediately. You'll be safer here with Herbert. As soon as Karfel is free again, I promise I'll return for you. Vena: Doctor, it is my planet, and they are my people. Either you take me back with you now, or the amulet stays here. The Doctor: You sound as irritatingly resolute as another young lady I know. Very well, but we must hurry. Goodbye, Herbert. Perhaps I'll allow you to exorcise me another time. Herbert: Oh, Doctor, you can't leave me behind after all this. The Doctor: We're not going on some joy ride, you know. Herbert: But Doctor, I don't care about the risk. I just want to travel in your time ship. Please, you must take me. The Doctor: Absolutely not. Herbert: Please. The Doctor: No. Herbert: Oh, very well, then. Then goodbye, Vena. I wish we could have got better acquainted. Vena: Goodbye, Herbert, and good luck. The Doctor: Nice enough young fellow, but we must hurry. Have you got the amulet? Good. Remind me to return this mirror to Herbert sometime. Come along. Borad's vault Android: We have captured the Doctor's companion and some of the rebels at Falchian Rocks. Borad: Excellent. Prepare her as ordered and dispose of the others in the Timelash. Android: It will be done. Borad: And when the Doctor returns, make sure you have the Maylin's amulet in your grasp before committing him to the same fate. TARDIS Vena: Until recently, our schools taught of your first visit to our planet and your promise to return. The Doctor: Promise? Vena: You do remember? The Doctor: Yes, of course. Never like to forget a promise. Vena: But the Borad's changed everything. Gradually, he's taking over the entire planet. I was misled like the rest of our leaders. It has already cost my father his life. And Mykros, the man I was to marry, is probably floating in the Timelash now. The Doctor: Don't worry about the Borad. I'll deal with him, make no mistake. I show little mercy to time meddlers. Herbert: Incredible. It's just incredible. The Doctor: What are you doing here? Herbert: Just look at this place. I can't believe it. Do you know it's actually bigger inside... The Doctor: I know. Herbert: Than it is on the outside. The Doctor: I know! I know! Herbert: Do we travel above or below water? The Doctor: Do you realise there is an intergalactic law expressly forbidding stowaways? Herbert: They'll never believe me. I'm sorry, Doctor. Sorry I tricked you. But I'm not sorry I'm here. The Doctor: Since there's no time to take you back, it looks as if we're stuck with you. Herbert: I can't believe this is actually happening. The Doctor: If you so much as breathe when you shouldn't, or get in my way, I'll lock you up until all this is over, is that understood? Herbert: Yes, Doctor, whatever you say. Vena: It is nice to see you again, Herbert. Vena: Is it always like this, Doctor? The Doctor: We're transcending the time vortex. Brace yourselves. Outside the Inner Sanctum Tekker: Ah, welcome back, Doctor. Oh, and I'm so pleased to see you again, Vena. Have you got the amulet? The Doctor: Where's the Borad? I demand to see him. Tekker: Impossible. The Doctor: No Borad, no amulet. Tekker: Come along, Doctor. Hand over the amulet or I shall be obliged to retrieve it by force. The Doctor: Do you realise with whom you're dealing? Tekker: Your bravado is all very well, but it won't do much to help you assistant, Peri. I would hate to have to have her put to death. Vena: Now stop this madness, Tekker. You cannot hope to defeat a Time Lord. Mykros: Vena! Tekker: Brunner. Prepare the Timelash. Inner Sanctum The Doctor: Where's Peri? You promised her safe return. Tekker: Ah, yes. Well, you shouldn't believe everything that people tell you, Doctor. The Doctor: You gave me your word, you microcephalic apostate. I demand to see the Borad immediately. Tekker: Admit defeat, Doctor. The Doctor: Never! Tekker: The stories I've heard about you. The great Doctor, all knowing and all powerful. You're about as powerful as a burnt out android. Our ruler has finished with you once and for all. Kendron: We can't do this, Tekker. Tekker: Shut up, or you'll be joining him. The Doctor: You're as warped as your dictator friend. Tekker: Save your breath for the Timelash, Doctor. Most people depart with a scream. Brunner: The vortex is ready, Maylin. Tekker: Despatch the Doctor first. Tekker: Goodbye, Doctor. Unpleasant journey. Bwahahahahahaha!
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PART TWO Written by Glen McCoy Original air date: 16 March, 1985 Run time: 44:36 Inner Sanctum The Doctor: Where's Peri? You promised her safe return. Tekker: Ah, yes. Well, you shouldn't believe everything that people tell you, Doctor. The Doctor: You gave me your word, you microcephalic apostate. I demand to see the Borad immediately. Tekker: Admit defeat, Doctor. The Doctor: Never! Tekker: The stories I've heard about you. The great Doctor, all knowing and all powerful. You're about as powerful as a burnt out android. Our ruler has finished with you once and for all. Kendron: We can't do this, Tekker. Tekker: Shut up, or you'll be joining him. The Doctor: You're as warped as your dictator friend. Tekker: Save your breath for the Timelash, Doctor. Most people depart with a scream. Brunner: The vortex is ready, Maylin. Tekker: Despatch the Doctor first. Tekker: Goodbye, Doctor. Unpleasant journey. Bwahahahahahaha! Inner Sanctum Vena: Seal the doors! The Doctor: Thank you, Mykros. Mykros: Doctor. The Doctor: Right, get those guards next door and tie them up. Sezon: We're safe. Just let them try breaking in. The Doctor: They will, but we must be ready for them. Katz: But how? The Doctor: We're safe for now, but we must turn this pause to our advantage. Herbert: What is this Timelash, Doctor? The Doctor: Not now, Herbert. Mykros, can you hand me some strong rope or wire? Mykros: Yes, right. Vena: Doctor, what are you going to do? The Doctor: Enter the Timelash. Tunnels Peri: Ow! You're hurting me. Citadel Peri: Where are you taking me? Guard: You'll see. Borad's vault Android: Borad, what are your instructions? Borad: The Guardoliers must apprehend the Doctor and the rebels. Android: But the Sanctum has been sealed. Borad: My time web has the power to disintegrate the doors. Use that. Android: At once. Borad: But the Earth woman must be kept alive. Inner Sanctum The Doctor: Not as long as I'd have liked, but it will have to do. Vena: Is it safe to enter the Timelash? The Doctor: It's our only hope. Without the Kontron crystals, we've got no chance of getting out of here alive. Herbert: Let me go, Doctor. You're needed here. The Doctor: Thank you, Herbert, but no. Those crystals require skilful manipulation. Rough handling could be dangerous. Right, here we go. Katz: Good luck, Doctor. Sezon: He's stopped. Vena: Doctor! What's the matter? Timelash The Doctor: The vortex attraction forces are taking effect. Could be tougher than I thought. Inner Sanctum Herbert: Can I come down and help, Doctor? Timelash The Doctor: No, stay where you are! I've almost got this one. The Doctor: Mykros, lower me a little. Enough. Inner sanctum Mykros: Do you want to come out now, Doctor? Timelash The Doctor: Not yet. Almost got this one. Gotcha! Inner Sanctum Vena: Pull him back! Mykros: I can't! The force is too great. Vena: He's dangling on the edge of oblivion. Herbert: Hang on. Sezon: Katz, come here, quickly! Mykros: Take the strain! Sezon: Come on, pull! Vena: Careful, Herbert. Katz: Careful! Sezon: Careful, Herbert! Timelash Herbert: Doctor! The Doctor: Get back! Mykros: I've got you! Herbert: Just a bit further, Doctor. Got him! Citadel Kendron: The Borad will not be pleased with us. Tekker: Stop whining. Kendron: I have noticed it is better to die than to fail the Borad. Tekker: If you were to die, I don't think anybody would notice the difference. Kendron: I say, Tekker! Tekker: Maylin Tekker. Tekker: Ah, Borad. Borad (on screen): You do not serve me by arguing. Tekker: A frivolous debate concerning protocol. Borad (on screen): You have time for such things when my Timelash is in the hands of the Doctor and his friends? Tekker: We serve as best we can, Borad. As you know, I am not a man of action. The recapture of the Timelash is best left to those trained for such things. Borad (on screen): You disappoint me. I expected more from you than this. Tekker: Your trust is not misplaced. Kendron and I are on our way to see you. Borad (on screen): For what purpose? Tekker: With respect, Borad, a matter best not discussed over an open channel. Borad (on screen): Very well. Disappoint me and you die. Tekker: Of course. Kendron: Now what have you said? The Borad will k*ll both of us. Tekker: Oh, I think not. After what I have to tell him, I think he'll be delighted. And while he's smiling, I shall recommend that he appoints you my deputy. Kendron: Me? Tekker: Yes, Kendron, you. Inner Sanctum Vena: Are you all right? Where are the crystals? Vena: Doctor, did you get the crystals? The Doctor: Yes. Vena: Oh, well done. Katz: Well done. Vena: Yes, indeed. Well done! And you too, Herbert. Herbert: Well, it was nothing. The Doctor: When we've stopped congratulating each other, perhaps we can get on. Cell Peri: At last. Why am I being kept here? And why have I had this contraption fitted to me? Well, can't you speak, dumbo? Peri: Ow! All right, I'm coming, I'm coming. Outside the Borad's vault Tekker: What's the matter with you? Don't you want to be recommended as Deputy Maylin? Kendron: It all seems a bit sudden. Tekker: But you're the perfect choice. You have the right attitude. Kendron: What about Brunner? Tekker: What about him? Kendron: I thought... Tekker: What? Kendron: Nothing. Tekker: There you are, you see? I'm right. You have the perfect attitude. Borad's vault Borad (on screen): What happened, Tekker? Have you failed me as well? Tekker: Ah, we were betrayed, Borad. Borad (on screen): Indeed? By whom? Tekker: Kendron. He betrayed us. Kendron: No! You're lying. You said I was to be made Deputy Maylin. Tekker: Ah, yes. A small ruse, Borad, to put the traitor off his guard. Borad (on screen): He must be dealt with. Kendron: No! No! I have been faithful to you. Kendron: What's going on? Borad (on screen): I will not tolerate infidelity. Kendron: Oh, oh please, Borad, believe me. I am not a spy. Borad: It would seem I made the right choice for Maylin. Tekker: Thank you, Borad. Borad: See that you continue to serve me with the same degree of fidelity. Citadel Peri: You're still hurting me. Now where are you taking me? Guard: You'll see. Peri: No, not that creature again! No, please! Inner Sanctum Mykros: Do you want the whole of this panel out, Doctor? The Doctor: Every last nut and bolt, if you please. Vena: What are you making? The Doctor: Just a mess at the moment. Herbert: Shouldn't we prepare for the att*ck on this place, Doctor? The Doctor: I am. Herbert: Well, how are these baubles and crystal balls going to help us? The Doctor: You'll see. Herbert: But will it work? The Doctor: Of course it'll work. I hope. Herbert: A small barricade in front of the door wouldn't help? The Doctor: Whatever they use to break through that door won't be impeded by a small barricade. Hurry up with that unit, Mykros. Mykros: Yes, nearly there. Katz: It signalled back to you. The Doctor: No, it was the same beam of light. Katz: But how could it be? It took all of ten seconds to return. The Doctor: Precisely what it's supposed to do. The Doctor: Well done. Vena: I think we could be running out of time. Mykros: You may well be right. Doctor? The Doctor: Nearly ready. Ah, there we are. Herbert: Where? The Doctor: Quiet. Pass me that chain. Katz: Where's he gone? Herbert: Good gracious. Katz: Doctor, where are you? Katz: What's happening? Vena: Dematerialisation? The Doctor: Not exactly. Kontron crystals have a wide application of uses. I have turned this one into a ten second time break. Sezon: So, you were travelling in time? The Doctor: Not exactly. Do you know, I haven't built one of these in ages. Sezon: How does it work? The Doctor: Well, I time-slipped ten seconds into the future. As I did so, I projected an image of myself. Herbert: So we didn't see you, we saw an image of you. The Doctor: That's right. If you'd been able to look through this, you would, so to speak, have been able to see both of me at the same time. Herbert: But I can't see anything. The Doctor: Of course you can't. It only works when this is switched on. Now, when I time slip, you'll be able to see the image I project and the real me ten seconds in the future. Herbert: It's science fiction. The Doctor: Not quite. Sezon: Look, this might be a lot of fun for you, Doctor, but how's it going to help us get out of here? The Doctor: Ah, that's work for the second crystal. When properly set up, it'll absorb the energy used to break down that door, pass it through a ten second time loop, and feed it back again as a beam of pure energy. Now, that is something we can use against an attacker. Herbert: Brilliant! Absolutely brilliant! Sezon: Yes, but will it work? The Doctor: I think we're about to find out. Vena: Doctor, look. Mykros: It's an invasion force. Sezon: The Bandrils. Borad's vault Borad: Excellent. Soon the only living creatures on this planet will be the Morloxes and myself. Inner Sanctum The Doctor: Argh! Mykros: What's wrong? The Doctor: I can't set this time loop accurately enough. I was hoping to use the energy absorbed by the machine to project our attackers into the past. As yes, I can't guarantee a change of location as well. Katz: How far back into the past, Doctor? The Doctor: An hour or so. Katz: I wonder. Sezon: What? Katz: Think back to the tunnel when we rescued Peri from the Morlox. Sezon: You're right. We saw a burning android. Katz: Will that be your handiwork, Doctor? The Doctor: What? Cavern Peri: Don't leave me here. Please, don't leave me here. Peri: Help me! Help! Outside the Inner Sanctum Android: f*re. Inner Sanctum Vena: Doctor! Katz: Oh, Sezon! Herbert: Use the machine! The Doctor: We have to wait the full ten seconds. Herbert: Holy mackerel, it actually works! The Doctor: Of course it did. Get down! Mykros: It's incredible. I've never seen that before. The Doctor: That's me. Herbert: You've changed a bit. The Doctor: Mmm. Immeasurably for the better, it seems. Strange how you forget what you used to look like. Herbert: What does he mean? Vena: It's a long story, Herbert. No time to tell it now. The Doctor: Right, you must all get out of here. Katz: Madric's d*ad and Sezon's wounded. The Doctor: There's not much you can do for him here. Katz: We can go to the tunnel. Mykros: No, the guards could be waiting for us. The Doctor: That's a chance you've got to take. When the Borad finds out what's happened here, he'll flood the place with troops. Vena: Where are you going? The Doctor: To find the Borad. Herbert: I'll help you. The Doctor: No, Herbert. You stay here. Good luck. Mykros: Vena, come quickly. Cavern Peri: Doctor, where are you? Help me! Not you. Inner Sanctum Katz: Look at the screen. The Bandrils are coming even nearer! Vena: There's no point in going to the tunnels now, Mykros. We might as well die with honour here. Mykros: Vena. Vena, try not to be so pessimistic. We may still have a chance, if I can just contact them. Citadel Herbert: Sorry about this, but I was only getting in the way with the others. The Doctor: And what makes you think you won't do the same for me? Herbert: Look, you won't even notice I'm here, I promise. The Doctor: All right. If anything happens to me, you're to find Peri. Herbert: Right. The Doctor: If she's still alive, she may find a way of getting you home. Herbert: Oh no, don't worry about me, Doctor. The Doctor: I'm not. Borad's vault Borad: So, the Doctor has decided finally to come and see me. Tekker: Shall I dispose of him? Borad: No. He's an old friend. Outside the Borad's vault The Doctor: This looks like it. Herbert: Grim sort of place. The Doctor: Indeed. And this is as far as you go. Herbert: Oh, surely you're not going to deny me the highlight of my visit. The Doctor: Come any further and your highlight could be a burial in space, with you playing the central part. Herbert: Are you sure I can't be of any help? The Doctor: If I'm not out in ten minutes, find Peri. Herbert: Right. The Doctor: Now, find yourself somewhere to hide. Don't want you picked up by the Guardoliers. Herbert: Doctor! Borad's vault The Doctor: My dear Tekker. Still lurking in other people's shadows. How very typical. Tekker: Welcome, Doctor. The Doctor: That smell. That bittersweet sickly aroma. Tekker: Of Morlox. The Doctor: Yes, of course. The creatures of the tunnels. I remember now from my last visit. So, your leader is now a Morlox? Tekker: No. The Doctor: Glad to hear it. From what I remember, the Morlox are not over-endowed with intelligence. Tekker: Ah, well, that can hardly be said of our beloved leader, the Borad of Karfel. The most luminous force in this part of the galaxy. The Doctor: Really. Not been very bright so far. Borad: Neither have you, Doctor. The Doctor: I'm afraid you could be right. The Doctor: And you said your leader wasn't a Morlox? Borad: I would guard your tongue, Time Lord. The Doctor: What I don't understand is how the people of Karfel have accepted you. Borad: My other self. The Doctor: How'd you do? Borad (on screen): How do you do? The Doctor: What happened? I don't believe anyone looks like you by design. Borad (on screen): An agreeable mistake. The Doctor: Don't tell me, with Mustakozene Eighty. I noticed the canister hanging on the wall. Borad: Precisely. I was once like you, weak of limb and small of mind. Borad (on screen): Now I have the strength and intelligence of many. The Doctor: But hardly the looks to match. Borad: Come closer. Now look at me carefully, Doctor. We have met before. Think back of a scientist you once befriended. Later, you reported that scientist to the Inner Sanctum for unethical experimentation on the Morlox creatures. The Doctor: Megelen? Borad: The very same. The Doctor: Your experiments obviously succeeded. Was it worth it? Inner Sanctum Mykros: This is Karfel to Bandril Ambassador. Karfel to Bandril Ambassador. Please respond. It's no good, they're not answering. This is Karfel to Bandril Ambassador. Please respond. Borad's vault Borad: Do not make me laugh, Doctor. The Doctor: I wouldn't dare. Not when you've got such big teeth. What exactly did happen? Borad: During an experiment on a Morlox creature, I was inadvertently sprayed by a canister of Mustakozene Eighty. The smell of the chemical excited the creature I was experimenting upon, and it broke away from its tether. The Doctor: It must have made a terrible mess of you. Borad: It would appear so. The Doctor: And then the M80 caused a spontaneous tissue amalgamation resulting in a combined mutant. Borad (on screen): Half Karfelon, half Morlox, but with increased longevity and massive intellectual growth. Borad: A glorious transformation. The Doctor: So you keep saying. I don't agree with you. Tekker: Show respect for the Borad. The Doctor: Do shut up and go away. There was no glorious transformation. You may have power, but you daren't even show your real face. Borad: Not for much longer. Soon the Bandrils will have destroyed all mammalian life on this planet, and then I shall destroy the Bandril ship. The Doctor: To become ruler of a barren planet? Borad: No, Doctor. To populate the planet with others such as myself. Tekker: No. The Doctor: It appears you have a lackey with a conscience. Tekker: You will not destroy my people. I am the Maylin now. I will not let you. Borad: Idiot. The Doctor: Time acceleration beam. I don't know whether to be impressed or disgusted. Borad (on screen): Time Lords to not have a monopoly over the fourth dimension, Doctor. The Doctor: Perhaps not. What I don't understand is how you intend to populate this planet with little Borads when you don't even have a mate. Borad: That is under control. The Doctor: Oh, don't tell me you've got a fat female Morlox with a slinky walk. Borad: Not yet. But when I do, her name will be Peri. The Doctor: Explain. Borad: The creature will attempt to k*ll her. When it tries to do so, the canister of Mustakozene will burst apart and then she will become as I am. The Doctor: Oh, very scientific. I mean, you have a really controlled experiment there. What happens if the Morlox kills Peri before amalgamation takes place? Borad: Peri will not die. The Mustakozene not only excites the creature, but will in turn destroy it. The Doctor: This is lunacy. What do you hope to gain by creating another miserable mutation like your pathetic self? Borad: Choose your next words carefully, Doctor. They could be your last. The Doctor: Really. We shall see. The Doctor: I think it's time to find your Achilles heel, or should I say flipper? Borad: No, Doctor. It's time you grew old, and your ability to regenerate will be of no assistance to you. Borad: So, the Time Lord wishes to play games. Herbert: Careful, Doctor. The Doctor (O.C.): Where's the control to free Peri? Borad: See if you can find it before you die. Borad: Goodbye, Doctor. The Doctor: Hello, Borad. I wouldn't f*re if I were you. If you do, it will be a grave mistake. Borad: Your attempted witticisms are beginning to become tedious, Doctor. The Doctor: I really wouldn't f*re. If you do, this crystal will absorb the energy and beam it straight back at you. Borad: You're lying. The Doctor: I did warn you. Borad: Another expedition into the realms of duplicity? The Doctor: Six, five, four, three, two, one. Borad: No! You've tricked me! The Doctor: You tricked yourself. The Doctor: Herbert? Herbert: Who is it? The Doctor: It's me, the Doctor. Herbert: Doctor, up here. The Doctor: Herbert, you must go to Peri. Herbert: Where is she? The Doctor: In the tunnels. The passage you're in should lead straight there. Herbert: Right. The Doctor: Hurry! I'll try and find the release mechanism. Herbert: As you say, Doctor. The Doctor: Must be here somewhere. The Doctor: Oh, no. The Doctor: Pelion on Ossa. Cavern Peri: Help! Herbert: Quickly! Citadel Peri: Oh, Doctor, am I pleased to see you. The Doctor: The feeling is entirely mutual. Now, come on. We've got to get back to the Inner Sanctum quickly. Peri: But can't we get out of here? The Doctor: We've got a w*r to stop first. Inner Sanctum Vena: Why didn't they listen? Mykros: It's no good. We've done everything we can. We must take cover in the tunnels. The Doctor: What's happening? Vena: Too late. The Bandrils have fired their m*ssile. The Doctor: This is the Doctor. I say again, this is the Doctor. Please connect me with the Ambassador. Vena: They don't reply. The Doctor: You must respond. I am a Time Lord. I am, in fact, President of the High Council of Gallifrey. Destroy me, you'll have more than a petty w*r on your hands. Ah, there you are. Bandril (on screen): Can you prove that you are a Time Lord? The Doctor: There's no time for that now. You must call off your att*ck. Karfel has been in the hands of a dictator. That dictator has now been overthrown. You must destroy your m*ssile. Peri: How close is the m*ssile? The Doctor: Too close. Bandril (on screen): We accept what you say, and require only sight of the Borad as proof of your goodwill. The Doctor: Well, that might prove a trifle difficult. Bandril (on screen): Then there is little we can do. The Doctor: Ambassador! Peri: Oh, terrific. The Doctor: Wait here. Peri: Where are you going? TARDIS Peri: Doctor! The Doctor: I told you to wait with the others. Peri: Well, I'd rather stay with you. The Doctor: It isn't practical. Peri: What does that mean? The Doctor: Practical? Advantageous, useful, productive, efficacious, effective. Peri: Sure, desirable. What are you going to do? The Doctor: Try and stop that m*ssile. Peri: Sounds dangerous. The Doctor: The only dangerous thing about it is having you on board to distract me. Oh! The Doctor: Are you still here? Peri: Yes! Look, I'll keep out of your way. The Doctor: You don't know how. Peri: I'm coming with you. The Doctor: Peri, every second we waste now brings Karfel into even greater danger. Peri: Well then, let's go! The Doctor:: That's what I want to do, but alone. Now go back to Vena and the others, Peri. Please? Peri: I can't. I don't trust you. You're being too reasonable. The Doctor: Then I shall be unreasonable. Get out! Why will you never cooperate? Peri: Because I worry. It's my caring nature. The Doctor: Peri, I shall be gone for but a minute. Now, if you want to fuss over someone, may I suggest that Herbert would make a much more eager recipient. Peri: What if something happens to you? We'd be stuck here. The Doctor: If I don't go now, there won't be anywhere for you to be stuck to. The planet will be destroyed. Now, will you go, please? Peri: Well, take care of yourself. The Doctor: At last. Herbert: Hello. The Doctor: Hello. What are you doing here? Herbert: I've come to help. At least I can experience the adventure. The Doctor: I presume you heard what I said to Peri. Herbert: Oh, but she's a girl. This is work for men. The Doctor: Men? Men! Herbert: Men. The Doctor: Look, what I'm about to do is very dangerous. There's nothing particularly masculine about throwing your life away. Herbert: That's not what you said to Peri. The Doctor: I lied. And as I did it so badly, I'd have assumed even you would have realised. Herbert: I'm sorry. I simply didn't realise. I thought that... The Doctor: You didn't think at all. That's half your problem. A characteristic you share with most of the people on your irritating planet. Herbert: Well, you could always take me back to Karfel if you really think it's going to be dangerous. The Doctor: There isn't time. Herbert: May I dispute that? Well, after all, what is time to a time machine? The Doctor: A very great deal. Should there be another day, I will explain to you in great detail which of the many time laws I am not allowed to transgress. Herbert: But who would know? The Doctor: I would. So would every other Time Lord from here to Gallifrey, and I can assure you, they're not all as pleasant and agreeable as I am. Herbert: Sorry. I'd hate to think of you having my demise on your conscience. The Doctor: To be perfectly frank, Herbert, when I go, thoughts of you will be very low on my list of regrets. Herbert: That's good. It means we can stand together, shoulder to shoulder, in the face of the enemy. I've always wanted to die a hero's death. You know, it's funny. When I was at school, everyone used to think I was a coward because I didn't like cricket. If only they could see me now. The Doctor: Shut up! Herbert: Sorry? Oh yes, of course, you want to concentrate. Sorry. The Doctor: Listen, Herbert, if you want to do something useful while waiting to enter Valhalla, could you read off the numbers on that screen you see immediately in front of you? Herbert: Of course. This one? The Doctor: How many screens do you see immediately in front of you? Herbert: Just the one. The Doctor: That's the one. Herbert: Two, nine, seven, three. The Doctor: Good. Herbert: Six, seven, seven. The Doctor: Better. Herbert: Eight, nine. The Doctor: Best! Herbert: Well, how will you stop the m*ssile? The Doctor: I have set up the TARDIS to act as a deflector shield. Herbert: Oh, I see. You intend us to collide with the m*ssile before it impacts with the planet. The Doctor: That's right. Should make quite a big bang. Herbert: Oh, I see. The Doctor: I do wish you'd stop saying, oh, I see. Herbert: Sorry. I just feel a wee bit nervous. I didn't realise dying heroically was such a strain on the nerves. The Doctor: Oh well, shouldn't be for too long. Herbert: Oh, I see. Sorry. Well, I suppose if it saves millions of lives, it's worth sacrificing two. Isn't it, Doctor? The Doctor: Thirty seconds to impact. Herbert: I assume this is the only way. The Doctor: Well, if you have any other suggestions, I'd be very interested to hear them. Herbert: Well, couldn't we abandon ship before impact? The Doctor: No lifeboats. Herbert: That's a bit remiss. I'd have a word with the manufacturers, if. Sorry. The Doctor: Impact fifteen seconds. Herbert: Well, goodbye, Doctor. No hard feelings, I hope. The Doctor: No. Herbert: I feel a bit frightened now. Couldn't we postpone impact just for a minute? The Doctor: Impact five seconds. Herbert: No, I suppose not. Inner Sanctum Peri: The m*ssile's exploded in the stratosphere! Vena: So it has. Mykros: It's unbelievable. They must have had a change of heart. Mykros: We're going to be all right. Katz: We've won! Bandril (on screen): Let me speak with the Maylin. Mykros: You are speaking to the new Maylin, Ambassador. Please go ahead. Bandril (on screen): The Doctor has done a brave but foolish thing. The m*ssile has been destroyed, but so has his TARDIS. Peri: Doctor. Bandril (on screen): We shall make our apologies to the High Council on Gallifrey. Furthermore, in honour of the Doctor's unselfish act, and as a token of our goodwill, may I suggest we send down a diplomatic party? Mykros: Yes, of course, Ambassador. I look forward to receiving you. Peri: Oh, Doctor. Mykros: I'm very sorry, Peri. Peri: Yes, I, I just want to be alone for a little while. Vena: Of course you do. Katz: Are you all right? Vena: I don't know. I don't know whether any of us will ever be the same again. It's been a terrible day. Katz: It's a new beginning. Vena: Not for the Doctor or Herbert. How's Sezon? Katz: Feeling very sorry for himself. Vena: Oh, Mykros! What is it? Mykros: Give me your w*apon. Give me your w*apon! Borad: That will be of little use, Mykros. Mykros: Who are you? What are you? Borad: I am the Borad. Mykros: Never! Borad: I am the Borad, and you will do as I command if you value your friend's life. Mykros: What do you want? Borad: Capture the Bandril ship. Peri: Don't listen to him. Borad: If you refuse, she dies. Mykros: One life cannot be bought at the cost of a whole planet. Borad: Then I shall k*ll her. The Doctor: That's not a very good idea. Mykros: Doctor! The Doctor: Besides, it's not a very nice way to treat a lady. Vena: Doctor, we all thought you were d*ad. The Doctor: As I thought the Borad was. So why aren't you? Borad: I must have forgotten to mention the other experiment I have been engaged in. The Doctor: Ah? Not like you to pass up the opportunity to boast. What is it? Borad: The reproduction of living matter, cell by cell. The Doctor: Oh, cloning. Oh, you are a clever clogs. And how very astute of you not to risk your own rotten neck. Speaking of which, shouldn't you release your grip on Peri's? By the way, Peri, did you know he wants you for his bride? Peri: He certainly has an original way of proposing. The Doctor: I'll make a deal with you, Borad. Show yourself to Peri. If she doesn't scream, the wedding can take place. Mykros: Doctor. Borad: What is this foolishness? The Doctor: I don't think you've got the nerve. Peri: That's right. Borad: The woman will accept me once she is as I am. The Doctor: Make up your mind. Do you want her d*ad or as your bride? If the latter, then show yourself to her. Borad: No. Peri: Don't I have a say in all this? The Doctor: Of course not. Be quiet. Why won't you? Borad: I shall when I am ready. The Doctor: As I thought. You're afraid. Borad: Of what? The Doctor: Rejection. You can alter Peri's outward appearance, but you can't change the brain in her head. Whatever you do, she will always find you repulsive. Borad: Then I shall put out both her eyes. Peri: Come on, you guys. The Doctor: That's hardly an elegant solution, and the way you've been carrying on, you're not going to win her over with your charm. Borad: Stay back. The Doctor: You really are afraid. Borad: My last warning, Doctor. The Doctor: The possibility of perfect companionship shattered because of your grotesque, ugly, excuse for a body. Borad: Yet I have the power to k*ll you both. The Doctor: I don't think so. The Doctor: You obviously haven't read the writing on the wall. Now, this'll be an improvement. The Doctor: I told you she'd scream. Borad: Destroy it! Smash the mirror! The Doctor: What, no power to do it yourself? The Doctor: You're nothing, Borad. Just a self-degenerating mutation. You're finished, Borad. Your reign of terror's over. Nobody wants you. Nobody needs you. Nobody cares! Peri: But haven't you sent him back to Earth? The Doctor: Yes, to the twelfth century. Where exactly did we pick you up? Herbert: The Highlands of Scotland. Not far from Inverness. The Doctor: Ah. Thought I recognised the landscape. He'll be harmless enough there. At least he'll have somewhere to swim for the next thousand years. Peri: But won't he be seen? The Doctor: From time to time. Right, take cover, everyone. Peri: Okay, Doctor. Fill us in. The Doctor: Fill you in? Peri: Why weren't you blown up? The Doctor: Ah, I'll explain one day. It's a neat trick. Peri: Oh, Doctor. The Doctor: Come on, Herbert. Say your goodbyes. Time we got you home. Herbert: Well, if Vena and Mykros don't mind, I would like to stay. Vena: He would be most welcome. Mykros: Indeed. Herbert: I say, thank you. Peri: Are you going to let him stay? The Doctor: Oh, I don't think so. I rather think he'll take my advice and return to 1885. He'll tell the world, knowing Herbert. Peri: But who'd believe him? The Doctor: Not for me to say. The waves of time wash us all clean. Peri: Doctor, you're talking in riddles again. The Doctor: Herbert dropped this. Peri: Never. Oh, I don't believe it! The Doctor: I think he'll return to Earth, don't you? After all, he does have an interesting story to tell. Herbert. Herbert!
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foreverdreaming
PART ONE Written by Eric Saward Original air date: 23 March, 1985 Run time: 44:31 Necros Peri: I don't believe it. What I'd give for a burger. This is the pits. With my luck, I'll fall in. Ugh, get that. The Doctor: How do I look? Peri: (quietly) Yuck. (aloud) More comfortable than I feel. This thing I'm wearing's too tight. The Doctor: You eat too much. Peri: Hardly. I've just given my lunch to the fish. Can't I change into something more comfortable? The Doctor: Certainly not. Blue is the official colour of mourning on Necros, and women's legs to be covered at all times. Peri: Sounds positively feudal. The Doctor: It's polite, not to say safer, to honour local customs. You should know that by now. Peri: I don't even know this guy we've come to see. The Doctor: Guy? Guy! You are talking about Professor Arthur Stengos. One of the finest agronomists in the galaxy. Peri: I'm sorry. I'm even more sorry he's d*ad, but that doesn't change the fact that this is uncomfortable. Peri: What was that? The Doctor: Do you want me to find out? Peri: No. The Doctor: Poor old thing. I've warned you about feeding animals. Peri: That was my lunch. Well, it's the last time I eat any more of your nut roast rolls. What else is here? The Doctor: The odd voltrox, the occasional speelsnape. Peri: Do they bite? The Doctor: Only each other. Come on. Peri: You didn't warn me about all this snow. Chapel of Rest Jobel: Lovely, lovely, lovely. Absolutely lovely. You've excelled yourself, Mister Takis. You really have. Takis: Thank you, Mister Jobel. Jobel: This will be the finest perpetual instatement I've ever made, provided the witch doesn't crumble to dust before we get her underground. Tasambeker: Not with you in charge, Mister Jobel. Jobel: What? That was supposed to be a joke. Tasambeker: I'm sorry, Mister Jobel. Jobel: This one thinks with her knuckles. I tell you, Takis, after today we'll go down in funerary history. Jobel: Everyone will want our services. Takis: Let's get the day over with first, Mister Jobel. Jobel: Always the cautious one, Takis, but you're absolutely right, of course. What do you want? You're always under my feet. Tasambeker: I'm sorry, Mister Jobel. I was told to inform you that surveillance has picked up the presidential spacecraft. Jobel: Oh! I hope they're on time. She's already started to froth. We know what that leads to. Thank goodness that the casket is lead-lined. I want to see you all in fresh tunic and full funerary make-up before the president arrives. Don't want the poor thing uncertain who the corpse is, do we. Tasambeker: What are you staring at? Takis: You're wasting your time there. He's not interested in you. Tasambeker: Get on with your work. Necros Peri: This seems to be the only plant that grows in this wilderness. The Doctor: Herbabaculum vitae. Peri: Herbabaculum vitae. Staff of life. The Doctor: That's right. It's common name is the weed plant. Peri: Looks sort of familiar. The Doctor: It's very similar in food value to the soya bean plant on Earth. Can't understand why it hasn't been cultivated. The Doctor: For your collection? Peri: Yeah. When I get back to Earth, I've got to wow the college with something. My grades certainly won't. It is safe to touch? The Doctor: Usually. Peri: What was that? The Doctor: Some small rodent? Peri: With sharp teeth and rabid saliva? The Doctor: Not on Necros. At least, not rabies. Peri: Careful. The Doctor: Come, my friend. Be at peace with the world. Concentrate. Concentrate. There we are. Now, what seems to be the problem? Peri: Doctor! Peri: Help! Someone help! Just hold on, Doctor! Hold on! Radio studio DJ: Hey there, you guys, figure this. For those of you who are appreciative of the humanoid female form, we have a maiden in distress. Not often we get one of those around here. Usually this place is as quiet as the grave! But seriously though, guys, a word of warning. Davros' laboratory DJ (on screen): Remember that although I am playing swinging Sixties sounds, you are in suspended animation. DJ (on screen): And we don't want a repeat of last time, now do we? Remember, over here. Davros: Shut the fool up. DJ (on screen): Are expensive to replace. Dalek: It is the Doctor. Davros: Excellent. My lure has worked. Dalek: I shall order Daleks to detain him. Davros: No! It will give me the greater pleasure to watch his own curiosity deliver him into my hands. Catacombs Grigory: You're such an impetuous child. These things k*ll. Natasha: So do guards. Grigory: Oh, why did I ever allow myself to be talked into this folly? Natasha: That stuff won't help you. Grigory: I can but try. Look at the state I'm in. I don't know whether my hand shakes from fear or the delirium tremens. Natasha: Are you ready? Grigory: If you must. Natasha: One, two three. Davros' laboratory Dalek: Sensors indicate a disturbance on level seven. Davros: Show me. Inform Takis there are body snatchers in the catacombs. Dalek: At once. Necros The Doctor: Why did you att*ck us? Mutant: The disc. You shouldn't have tried to condition me. I would have reacted similarly had you att*cked me. In many ways, I think you've done me a favour. It's not been much fun being like I am. You wouldn't think I once looked like you. The Doctor: What happened to you? Mutant: The Great Healer. I'm a product of his experimentation. The Doctor: Who is this Great Healer. Peri: I k*lled him, and he forgave me. Why did he have to be so nice about it? The Doctor: You had no choice. Come on. Davros' laboratory Dalek: Takis does not respond. Davros: Get me Kara, and find Tasambeker. Dalek: I obey. Davros: I want the intruders caught. Radio studio DJ: Whoa, heavy. Hey there, you guys, we have you-know-what in the building. Looks like somebody could be in for a sudden defrosting. But seriously though, guys, I think it's time to cool down the pace a little. You know, I think there's nothing more soothing than a dedication or two. Yeah. DJ: You know, guys, I get as much of a kick out of reading these as I know you do hearing them. Chapel of Rest Tasambeker: Takis? Are you listening to me? Lilt: Who's in love? Who's in love? Tasambeker: Who said that? Was it you? Takis: What? Tasambeker: Oh, never mind. Takis: Why do you have to make so much noise? You're giving me a headache. Tasambeker: I'll give you more than that in a moment. Your communicator was switched off and the Great Healer has been trying to contact you, but it seems you prefer to play with flowers than do your duty. Takis: I like flowers. Tasambeker: You're supposed to be head of security. Takis: I can still like flowers. Tasambeker: Not when it compromises your duty. You're a disgrace. Takis: Because I like flowers, or because I won't respond to your pathetic bullying? Because that's what you are, Tasambeker, a bully. Tasambeker: Your attitude does not go unnoticed. The Great Healer sees and hears everything. Takis: Then he'll also see how you abuse his name to bolster your own authority. Tasambeker: That's right, Takis. Keep it up. Talk yourself in front of a f*ring squad. Takis: She's thr*at me again. Lilt: Well, she is a bit upset. You've got to allow her to get rid of her frustration somehow. Tasambeker: Shut up! Listen, you're both in enough trouble as it is. There are bodysnatchers in the building. They must have walked in right under your noses. Takis: Did you see anyone? Lilt: No. Did you? Takis: No. You see? Must have got in another way. Tasambeker: Enjoy yourselves while you can. Meanwhile, find the intruders! Davros' laboratory Davros: Have that woman brought to me. Radio studio DJ: Rock and roll! Hi there, casket eight one six, or should I say, hi, George. This is the DJ with a very special message for you, my friend. For you, get down, I say, get down. Congratulations. And your dear wife now, who is still very much alive, would like to send you her fondest and her sincerest love. Yeah, she still misses you, my man. She misses you a heck of a lot. She would also like to reassure you on this special day that her every waking hour is spent administering the research fund which you set up to find a cure for Beck's Syndrome, that oh so dreadful disease which took you from her side. And I say get down, I say, get down. So George, from her heart to your heart, celebrating your long life it's some good old Fifties Earth time rock and roll! Yeah, go for it. DJ: Well, you've got a wife and a half there, George. She found a cure for Beck's Syndrome forty years ago. Still, it'd be interesting to know what she's really doing with the money. DJ: Hey there, guys. Hey there, guys. I said hey, the maiden in distress is a-coming this way. I wonder which one of you lucky fellows she's coming to see? DJ: Don't all answer at once, will you. Corridor Takis: Was that thing on guard duty? Lilt: So it seems. Takis: Then it's worse than I thought. Davros' laboratory Takis (on screen): All that's supposed to be in these catacombs are a few thousand stiffs in suspended animation. No, there's something else going on. Davros: You know too much, Takis. Dalek: Kara is now available. Davros: I shall speak to her. Davros: Ah, my dear Kara. Catacombs Natasha: This is it. Grigory: Why did I let you talk me into this? Natasha: Get on with it. Grigory: A bit of tomb robbing is one thing, but did we have to k*ll that guard? Natasha: Look, I don't want to be here any more than you do, but that's supposed to be my father in there. I want to know why the courts were so unwilling to let me have his body back. Now hurry up. Grigory: You can't rush this sort of thing. Natasha: Neither can we hang around here. Grigory: Look, if I open that door too soon, the molecular structure of the body will break down and poor old Stengos will turn into a pool of high protein water. Even if I were confident I could reconstitute him, we do not have a suitable vessel into which he could be ladled. Excuse me. Natasha: Hurry up and get on with it. Grigory: Don't you ever listen? I'm a doctor, not a magician. You'll k*ll him. Natasha: If we don't succeed, he's already d*ad. Now get the door open. Kara's office Kara: It's all very well to make these demands, but you already take most of the profits my factories make. Davros (on monitor): I created the product you manufacture. I have a right to the money. Kara: I'm well aware of that, Great Healer. I would willingly sell the bones of Vogel here if it would help your cause. Vogel: And I would give them willingly. Kara: You see how devoted we are. But you'd get very little for him, d*ad or alive, and I would be without a secretary. Good secretaries are very hard to find. Davros (on monitor): I do not wish to hear any more of your prattling tongue! Forgive me, I, I want, I need more money. I cannot complete my researches without it. Kara: We'll do our best for you. I'm sure Vogel can engage in a little creative accountancy on your behalf. Vogel: I already do, madam. I'm a past master at the double entry. Kara: Then you must make it triple. You heard what Davros said. He needs the money. Davros (on monitor): Do not call me by my name on an open channel! Kara: I'm so sorry, Great Healer. Such is my enthusiasm for your cause, my tongue sometimes speaks what my mind would not dare to think. Please, accept my apologies. Davros (on monitor): I would sooner accept your money. Kara: Has Orcini arrived? Vogel: He has, madam. Kara: Then send him in. Reception area Jobel: If you wish to gossip, there is a rest room provided, you know. Tasambeker: I'm sorry, Mister Jobel. Jobel: Oh, I might have guessed you'd be here. Tasambeker: An attendant has been m*rder. Jobel: It's a pity it couldn't have been you. Oh, I do wish you'd get used to my sense of humour. Tasambeker: I'm sorry, Mister Jobel. Jobel: Why are you taking him to my preparation room? That is not the mortuary. Tasambeker: He's been badly damaged. He'll require cosmetic embalming. Jobel: Don't you ever listen? I have the president's wife out there, and I can tell you that she is far more active now than she ever was when she was alive. Tasambeker: Oh, I'm sorry, Mister Jobel. Jobel: I wish you'd stop apologising. Tasambeker: I'm sorry, Mister Jobel. Jobel: I haven't got time to deal with him. Tasambeker: Perhaps I could deal with him. Jobel: I beg your pardon? Tasambeker: I am a third year student, and I've studied your methods very closely. Jobel: The way you get under my feet, I sometimes think too closely. Jobel: He certainly is a mess. I suppose you can't make him look any worse. Tasambeker: Oh, thank you, Mister Jobel. Jobel: Now get away from here. Tasambeker: Certainly, Mister Jobel, and thank you. Jobel: Before you start hacking him around, the Great Healer wants to see you. Why I should be the messenger boy... Davros' laboratory Jobel (on screen): I don't know. Davros: You are a fool, Jobel. I have offered you immortality, but you are content to play with the bodies of the d*ad, so you will join the Doctor. Catacombs Grigory: You were wrong. The body is here. Natasha: Unwrap it. Grigory: As you wish. Why do I allow myself to get involved in such lunatic situations? Natasha: You see? They have taken him. Takis: Hold it! Natasha: Run! Takis: f*re! Necros Peri: No door. The Doctor: This is ridiculous. Peri: I told you we should have come by TARDIS. The Doctor: There must be a door. No door, no letter box. No letter box, no post. Peri: Your logic's impeccable, but for one thing. Most of the people in there are d*ad. The Doctor: Resting in suspended animation, Peri, not d*ad. There is a difference. Peri: Maybe, but there's still no door. The Doctor: Oh well, only one thing left. Peri: Go back. The Doctor: Certainly not. We go over the top. Peri: You're joking. The Doctor: Well, how do you think I feel? I'm a nine hundred year old Time Lord. Not much dignity in scrambling over a wall like a small boy into an orchard on a scrumping spree. Peri: Okay, but don't drop me. The Doctor: Drop you? I'll be lucky if I can lift you, the amount you weigh. Peri: Oh, watch it, porky. The Doctor: Oh no. Peri: I'm sorry. The Doctor: It's all right. Peri: I wouldn't have had it happen for the world. The Doctor: Forget it. I rarely use it. Peri: But I know how fond of it you were. The Doctor: Just don't go on about it. I shall learn to live without it. Peri: I'll find you a new one. The Doctor: On Necros? Peri: Well, it wouldn't have happened if we'd been able to find a door. I'm sorry. The Doctor: So am I. Crypt tunnel Grigory: There's no future down there. That way only takes us deeper underground. Natasha: You should have studied your map a little closer. Grigory: I stayed up all night studying it. The lack of alternative exits depressed me no end. Natasha: Well, if you'd studied it with a clearer mind, you would have noticed there's a service lift to every level. Grigory: Is there? Natasha: Come on. Natasha: Daleks. Grigory: We could try another level. Natasha: There isn't time. I must make contact with the others. Davros' laboratory Davros: Inform Takis. Incubation room Grigory: Reminds me of when I was at medical school. Natasha: It's gruesome. Are they human brains? Grigory: Yes. Think that thing'll work down here? Natasha: I must make contact with the others. Grigory: We're not going to get out of here alive, are we? Natasha: I don't know. Grigory: I have this terrible fear I'll die begging for mercy. Natasha: Pride isn't important at the moment of death. Grigory: It is to me. They won't t*rture us, will they? Natasha: You're becoming morbid. Grigory: Instant death doesn't bother me. It's the long lingering kind I'm worried about. You forget I'm a doctor. When they slice me open, I'll know the name and function of each organ that plops out. Natasha: Well, at least you won't die in ignorance. Grigory: You're right. This place is gruesome. Grigory: A complete head. Stengos: Natasha. Grigory: Who is he? Natasha: He's my father. Stengos: Natasha. Radio studio DJ: Now listen, you guys. I don't wish to alarm you but there's some pretty weird things going out here. As you know, we have snatchers in the complex, but it gets even creepier when the word is that the snatchers have been out-snatched. So, if any of you guys are able, lock yourselves in your caskets now. Snap down those bolts, otherwise you could find yourselves on the outside going who knows where! Davros' laboratory Davros: Suddenly everyone sees and knows too much! Incubation room Stengos: My mind has been conditioned to serve a new master. Natasha: So you keep saying, but who is this person? Stengos: I can't remember. Natasha: Why not? You remembered who I am. Stengos: You are my daughter. How could I forget that? Who is this with you? Natasha: A friend. Why have they done this to you? Stengos: I am to become a Dalek. We are all to become Daleks. We are to serve a new order. We are to become the supreme beings. Help me, Natasha. Natasha: What can I do? Stengos: We must multiply. The seed of the Daleks must be supreme. We must conquer and destroy all those who resist the power of the Daleks. k*ll me, child! Natasha: I can't! Stengos: It is our duty to eradicate all those who wish to pollute the purity of the Dalek race. If you ever loved me, Natasha, k*ll me! k*ll me! Grigory: Let me do it. Natasha: No! Stengos: It is vital that the Daleks are supreme in all things! Natasha: I've got to get out of here. Catacombs Takis: Going somewhere? Takis: Enough. Lilt: What about those she's k*lled? I must mark her. Takis: I said, enough. Take them. Kara's office Kara: My dear Orcini. I would have greeted you on your arrival, but a small crisis in the process department diverted me. My sincerest apologies. Orcini: It is rare for someone in my profession to meet a client on their home territory. Assassins, like debt collectors, are rarely welcome. When we are allowed on the premises, it's usually through the side door. Kara: He is a philosopher. How charming. Vogel: I sensed it at once, madam. Kara: I think we shall get on very well. Orcini: Bostock, my squire. Bostock: Lady. Orcini: I'm afraid the only philosophy practised by Bostock is to do as little about his personal hygiene as possible. Kara: And why not? The odour of nature has charms all its own. Bostock: My very sentiments, lady. Orcini: He may smell like rotting flesh, but he's an excellent squire. Kara: Indeed. Vogel: Be seated, gentlemen. Orcini: We prefer to stand. Kara: Of course. How foolish. As men of action, you must be like coiled springs, alert, ready to pounce. Orcini: Nothing so romantic. I have an artificial leg with a faulty hydraulic valve. When seated, the valve is inclined to jam. Vogel: Perhaps you would like one of our engineers to repair it for you. Orcini: I prefer the inconvenience. Constant reminder of my mortality. It helps me to keep my mind alert. Kara: Oh, Vogel, we have a master craftsman here. I feel humbled in his presence. Oh, no wonder your reputation's like a fanfare through the galaxy. Orcini: I take little joy from my work. That I leave to Bostock. I prefer the contemplative life. It isn't always easy to find, so, to cleanse my conscience I give what fee I receive to charity. Kara: Such commitment. Oh, you are indeed the man for our cause. As you must know, our factories are dedicated to producing a high protein concentrate. This we sell to developing planets for such a ridiculously low price it embarrasses and frustrates my accountants. Orcini: I am aware that this product has eliminated famine from the galaxy. Bostock: Tastes horrible though. Vogel: That our scientists are working to improve. Kara: Indeed, as everything we do here is to improve the quality of life for others. Vogel: If only we could be left to get on with our work, madam. Kara: I know. As in any paradise, my dear Orcini, there is always a serpent. Vogel: And our malignancy is a particularly vile one. Vogel: He calls himself the Great Healer. Orcini: I've heard of him. Vogel: A pretentious title for a decidedly evil man. Bostock: Not much of him. Kara: Nevertheless, he holds this planet in a grip of fear. He bleeds my factories dry with his constant demands for money. Orcini: His countenance is familiar. Kara: Then let me put a name to it. Davros. Orcini: Davros. You know him, Bostock? Bostock: I know him, master. Kara: He sits like a spider at the heart of this planet, using the money he extorts from us to rebuild his disgusting... Vogel: Creatures of hate. Daleks! Orcini: Fascinating. Bostock: What a k*ll Davros would be, master. Orcini: Like the old days, Bostock. A crusade against evil. Kara: Destroy Davros, and your name will become a legend for all time! Orcini: You have no idea how long I have waited for a noble cause. To once again k*ll for honour and glory. Kara: Then you will do it? Orcini: Of course! Davros' laboratory The Doctor (on screen): There you are. Tranquil Repose. Peri (on screen): That doesn't sound very alien. The Doctor (on screen): What did you expect? Peri (on screen): Oh, I don't know. Something more ethereal. Tranquil Repose. Yuck. Sound kind of yuck. The sort of name we'd come up with in the States. Tranquil Repose grounds The Doctor: America doesn't have the monopoly on bad taste. Peri: I know that. It's just the way you talked about your friend. I didn't expect to find him in a place with such a tacky name. The Doctor: To be perfectly honest, neither did I. Arthur Stengos wasn't the type to artificially extend his life. To hang around in the vain hope that someone might come up with a cure for the organic breakdown of his body isn't him at all. Peri: Now you tell me. Why didn't you tell me before? I knew there was a reason why we materialised in the middle of nowhere. The Doctor: I was simply being cautious. Or would you rather I had burdened you with what might have been a piece of paranoid speculation on my part? Peri: It wasn't. The Doctor: We know that now, but when I first heard the news of Stengos' death, I couldn't be certain. Peri: Well, shouldn't we go back to the TARDIS? I'd feel safer if we did. The Doctor: No, the TARDIS is bound to attract attention. I want to slip in unnoticed. Chapel of Rest Jobel: Now, this is a big day for Tranquil Repose and I don't want anything to go wrong. The key word is respect. To you, the president's wife is a stiff, but to him, she's a loved one who has passed on to pastures finer and lusher than those she knew in life. Now, although the president has yet to arrive, the utmost decorum and good taste will be shown from this moment on. Black cotton gloves will be worn at all times, and there will be no drinking, swearing or smoking of herbal mixture in the presence of the deceased. Are you picking your nose? I should hope not. All necessary conversations will be conducted in a whisper. Anyone who breaks these rules, inadvertently or deliberately, between now and the president's departure will find themselves scrubbing out the preparation room for the next month with a tooth brush. Understood? Jobel: Dismissed. Kara's office Kara: Nice, isn't it? Vogel: Incredibly compact. Kara: Exquisite workmanship. Vogel: Our engineers do such wonderful work. Bostock: They're like a double act. Orcini: What does this box do? Kara: It's a one-way transmitter. Bostock: Bit big. Kara: It has a necessary built-in booster. Davros' laboratories are buried deep in the catacombs. Vogel: Like the speelsnape, he hides his head under a rock and pretends that nothing can see him. Bostock: Will that help us find Davros, or do you want a running commentary on what we're doing? Kara: Even with Davros d*ad, he's not without his followers. And like the disciples of any fanatic, they will not give up without a struggle. As you can see, the box has a series of buttons. I will give you a simple five digit sequence which will activate the transmitter. This you must do the moment you enter Davros' laboratory. The moment you strike the final button, a prerecorded signal will be transmitted. I will then mobilise my forces to eliminate Davros' agents here and to take over his entire base. Vogel: No message, no rebellion, and madam remains safe. Orcini: What if the box is captured? Vogel: No, if the transmitter is tampered with in any way, the message contained in the circuit boards will simply melt away. Kara: Our engineers have thought of everything. Bostock: I don't like it. Too many safeguards. It's as though we're expected to be caught. Orcini: Bostock is a born pessimist, doubter of other people's motives. As a rule, his instincts are infallible. The only time I didn't listen to him, I received this. Kara: My dear Orcini, if we had any doubts concerning your skill, do you really think we should be having this conversation? Your reputation is legend. It's said you only have to breathe on a victim and he's d*ad. Orcini: Oh, I never listen to the foolish things people say about me. I'm too aware of my own mortality, as you should be of yours. Kara: Of course, of course. But you must appreciate that the safety features of this box are a mere precaution. No one expects you to fail. I should have too much to lose if you did. Bostock: That makes sense. Orcini: Yes, but understand. If at any time I smell treachery, the skill I will use against Davros will be turned against you. Kara: Of course. Orcini: Good. I'm not interested in your political ambitions. I undertake this mission for one reason only, the honour of k*lling Davros. Bostock: We shall need maps showing his precise location. Vogel: They are all prepared. Bostock: And transport. Vogel: Also arranged. But, for obvious reasons, it can only take you to the edge of Davros' scanners. Orcini: The walk'll do us good. You will not hear from us again except as a signal from this. Kara: Which we shall await in eager anticipation. Orcini, I have yet to give you the sequence. Orcini: Of course. Davros' laboratory Tasambeker: Oh, the Great Healer sent for me. Davros: Yes, child. I have been watching your progress this last few months, and I am pleased with what I see. Tasambeker: Thank you, Great Healer. Davros: You have a good attitude to your work and you have a pleasing personality. Who is your head of department? Tasambeker: Mister Jobel. Davros: Of course. I shall speak to him. Tell him, if you're agreeable, of course, that I should like you transferred to my personal staff. Tasambeker: Oh, I should be delighted and honoured. Davros: Good. You will find the work very different from that you have been used to, but I'm sure you will not find it unrewarding. Tasambeker: Thank you. Davros: Please me, and I can offer you the universe. Davros: Stay with me. See what goes on here. I will tell Jobel where you are. Tasambeker: Thank you. Tranquil Repose grounds Peri: Look! The Doctor: What was it? Peri: I don't know. Some sort of machinery. The Doctor: Well, what ever it was, it's gone. Peri: I suggest you take a look behind you. Does it look familiar? The Doctor: I don't believe it. I just don't believe it. Cells Natasha: Why do you keep on and on about bodysnatching? He was my father! Lilt: You should have legally applied for his body. Natasha: You think I didn't try? The law works against you. It's impossible to get a body back from here! Lilt: So you decided to steal it. Takis: Let's not go over all that again. Grigory: Agreed. It is rather a waste of time. Lilt: Shut your face! Takis: I've had enough of this. Tell them the truth. Grigory: You don't need to. It's suddenly become obvious. You can't get a body back from here because those who make the law don't want you to. Lilt: He's right. For a drunk, he's not so stupid. Natasha: I don't understand. Takis: There isn't room for them. The idea of this place just doesn't work. The galaxy can barely support the people alive now. Lilt: And not only that, there are a lot of important people here. Just imagine what would happen if they went home. They'd be in direct competition with those now holding power. Grigory: Those who presently make the law. Natasha: That isn't fair! Lilt: Neither is the fact that you'll be hanged. Bodysnatching is a capital offence on Necros. Grigory: Not when there isn't a body. Attempting to steal a mannequin can hardly carry a death penalty. Lilt: This one has suddenly woken up. Takis: There'll be a body. Grigory: But in how many pieces? You know as well as I do, the only part of Stengos that exists is his head. The remains you produce for the court will have to be manufactured. Takis: That will be difficult to prove. Grigory: I am, of course, assuming there will be a trial. Takis: The due process of the law will be seen to be done. Grigory: I'm delighted, if somewhat amazed, to hear it. Lilt: We must maintain our credibility. Takis: Enough. What we want to know are the names of your accomplices. Grigory: Oh, really? Lilt: You were saying? Natasha: Don't tell him. Takis: Lilt, soften him up. I'm going for a walk. Let me know when he decides to talk. Natasha: Stop! You'll k*ll him! Radio studio DJ: Hey, you guys, what's going on here? This guy looks like the walking d*ad. Hey, which one of you guys is out of your casket? Tranquil Repose gardens The Doctor: No. No. Peri: Well, don't you like it? It's not a bad likeness. The Doctor: This is dreadful. Peri: Is it? The Doctor: This is the Garden of Fond Memories. I've somehow managed to arrive after my own death. Peri: It's not possible. The Doctor: In the TARDIS it is. This statue is here of me as I am now. I shall never again regenerate. Peri: The statue's a joke. Someone's having you on. The Doctor: No, I've arrived in my own future and I'm d*ad. Peri: You can't be. The Doctor: Look at it this way. If I were to take you back to Earth after you had died, it would be possible for you to see your own gravestone. Peri: Well, it's a gag. The Doctor: Gag? Gag? Do you realise how much a thing like that would cost? Far too much for someone to play fun and games. And I thought I was good for a few more regenerations. Peri: Well, if you're going to die here, what's going to happen to me? I can't fly the TARDIS. I'd be stuck here. Unless there's a statue of me here somewhere. The Doctor: I never thought precognisance of my own death would be so disturbing. Peri: Can't see one. Doctor, the statue! Doctor! Peri: Doctor! Doctor! Doctor!
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PART TWO Written by Eric Saward Original air date: 30 March, 1985 Run time: 45:27 Tranquil Repose gardens The Doctor: I never thought precognisance of my own death would be so disturbing. Peri: Can't see one. Doctor, the statue! Doctor! Peri: Doctor! Doctor! Doctor! Peri: Help! Please help me! Jobel: Be calm, be calm. Someone as pretty as you shouldn't be all of a fluster. Peri: You must help me. My friend's had a terrible accident. Jobel: Oh, that's obvious. Peri: Well, can't you help me get him out? Jobel: I'd destroy my back lifting that. Besides, you wouldn't want to see the mess under there. Peri: He might still be alive. Jobel: No, no, no. He's, he's had it, whereas you, my pretty, are very much with us. I like pretty things, and you are very pretty, aren't you. Peri: Get your hands off me, you creep! Jobel: Oh, it's plain to see you're upset. Was he a close friend? Peri: Yes. Jobel: Life's strange, isn't it? You lose one friend only to find another. Peri: Are you some kind of weirdo? Jobel: Wierdo? I am Jobel. I'm very important here. I'm, I'm the Chief Embalmer. The Doctor (O.C.): Chief Embalmer? I'm not d*ad yet. Peri: You're all right, Doctor! The Doctor: Is he touting for business? Jobel: Me tout for business? I'll have you know that people come from all over the galaxy for my services. Mind you, you're the first live client that I wouldn't mind tackling. The Doctor: He does go on, doesn't he. Peri: Oh, Doctor, you're covered in blood. The Doctor: It's not mine. Like the statue and this grotesque, it's all part of an elaborate theatrical effect. Come on, we've got work to do. Peri: Where are we going? The Doctor: To find out who had that statue erected. Sorry I can't say it's been a pleasure meeting you. Jobel: You know, if the statue actually had been made of stone, I doubt if it'd have k*lled you. The Doctor: Really? Jobel: No, it would take a mountain to crush an ego like yours. Goodbye, my pretty. Davros' laboratory Davros: It is all as planned. I think you should attend to the Doctor. Cell Lilt: Get him to talk. Natasha: I didn't make him drunk! Lilt: Talk! Chapel of Rest Peri: It's creepy. The Doctor: Hmm, and it'll get a good deal creepier when I find out who erected that statue. Peri: They may not tell you. The Doctor: Oh, I shall be subtle. Play it, er, very loose, to use your parlance. Tasambeker: May I help you? Peri: Er, well, hi. I don't think so. We're just looking. The Doctor: Actually, we've come about a funeral. Tasambeker: I beg your pardon? The Doctor: Burial, interment, inhumation, sepulture. Obsequy? Tasambeker: What you mean is the posture for perpetual instatement. And for whom do you wish this service? The Doctor: Me. Reception area Computer: How do you do, Mister Takis? And what is your pleasure? Takis: I want to know the eta of President Vargos' ship. Computer: Estimated time of arrival is approximately fifty seven minutes. Takis: There are two transponder codes. Computer: The second is for an unscheduled freighter. Takis: Direction? Computer: The planet Necros. Takis: Thank you. Computer: You're welcome. Guest room Tasambeker: Now, if you should decide to accept our unique service, your body would be cryogenically s*ab until that time came. Needless to say, your resting consciousness will be constantly updated concerning social, cultural and technological developments of your choice. We wouldn't want you to wake up feeling the universe had left you behind. Peri: It all sounds so sterile. Tasambeker: Oh, that too has been considered. For a small extra cost, you may purchase our personalised communication service. DJ (on screen): Hi there, this is the DJ. Now, if you're missing your resting one and want to tell them just how much, then why not call on me. For I am the messenger who connects your heart with their heart. Hey, I'll be hearing from you, all right? Peri: That's great! That's a little like the DJs on Earth. The Doctor: Precisely. Necros Bostock: It's still a long way. They could have brought us closer than this. Orcini: The air will clear our minds. Orcini: Have you ever heard of a sword, Bostock? Bostock: No, master. Orcini: It was a w*apon not unlike a large Kn*fe, used on many planets for thousands of years. Even when it was superceded, the sword was still carried ceremonially. Symbol of honour. Something almost spiritual. Orcini: This is my sword, Bostock. Bostock: You're not using that! Orcini: Why not? Bostock: It jammed last time. The thing's obsolete. Orcini: You so easily forget that I am a Knight of the Grand Order of Oberon, and you are my squire. Whereas I may have been temporarily excommunicated, I still try to live by the Order's rules. Bostock: I know, master, but that thing's useless. Orcini: You must understand that this mission must be an honourable one. Nothing must taint or spoil it. Bostock: I do understand, master. Orcini: Only fools would take the risks I do. Kara's office Vogel: The President's ship, madam. Kara: A delicious sight. Vogel: I do think it would be safer, madam, if we sh*t it down. Kara: That would be like an advertisement. No, Orcini will do his work, and we shall remain anonymous. Necros Orcini: This will be my last mission. Bostock: I understand, master. Orcini: You may think that my judgement is clouded by thoughts of honour, but my experience as a soldier has not deserted me. Bostock: Take this p*stol, just in case. Master! Orcini: What is it? Bostock: I sense something hostile. Behind us. Orcini: The b*ll*ts are fitted with bastic heads. Bostock: Yes, master. Davros' laboratory Dalek: Alert, alert. A patrol Dalek has been destroyed. Davros: It seems my agents were correct. Kara has employed assassins. Guest room The Doctor: Look, I'm finding what you're saying absolutely fascinating, but when I said I was interested in my burial... Peri: Perpetual instatement. The Doctor: Thank you. I was, in fact, referring to something a little more specific. Tasambeker: What was that? The Doctor: There is a statue of me erected in the Garden of Fond Memories. Now, I want to know who did it. Tasambeker: That is not possible. Not without the express permission of the Great Healer. The Doctor: Great Healer. Kara's office Kara: It's always a pleasure to speak to you, Great Healer. Vogel: Indeed. Davros (on monitor): A Dalek patrol has recently been att*cked. Vogel: Outrageous. Davros (on monitor): I believe assassins are attempting to infiltrate my base. It concerns me that those who are attempting to k*ll me might also try the same with you. Kara: Oh, I have every faith in my guards, Great Healer. A fine body of men. I personally selected each and every one of them. Davros (on monitor): Experience has shown me that humanoid life forms are susceptible to bribery. I would therefore feel happier if you were protected by those incapable of corruption. Kara: You can only mean Daleks, Great Healer. Davros (on monitor): Correct. I have already despatched a squad for your protection. Kara: Thank you, Great Healer. Vogel: I think he guesses, madam. Kara: He can guess what he likes. He won't live to learn whether he was right. Vogel: I fear, madam, that you may be placing too much trust in Orcini. Kara: Orcini will succeed. And when he does, not only will I be rid of that troublesome Davros, but I will control the food supply for the whole galaxy! Chapel of rest Tasambeker: We are preparing for a lying in state. President Vargos has given us permission to tend to the mortal remains of his dear late wife. Peri: Understood. Better still, I wouldn't mind meeting the DJ. I'm curious to know where he picked up his patter. Jobel: Ah, there you are. Hello, pretty one. Tasambeker: I'm taking this gentleman to see the Great Healer. Jobel: That should be a contest worth missing. And what are you planning to do? Peri: Well, I'd quite like to meet the DJ. Jobel: Why not. This way. Jobel will look after you. Peri: No, it's all right, I'm okay. The Doctor: Excuse us one moment. The Doctor: Go with him. I think from what we've learnt you'll be a good deal safer with Mister Jobel than you will with the Great Healer. Peri: Couldn't we just go back to the TARDIS? The Doctor: No. I want to find out more about this Great Healer. Remember the mutant? Have a nice day. Jobel: With me as her escort, she certainly shall. The Doctor: What a nice man. Friend of yours? Tasambeker: What's it got to do with you? The Doctor: Absolutely nothing at all. I was only showing an interest. Corridor Dalek: You are our prisoner. Dalek 2: You will not resist. Dalek: Bring him. Cell Dalek: Secure him. Radio studio Peri: Well, thanks for showing me the way. Jobel: Those rose red ruby lips were made for kissing. Peri: But not by you. Jobel: I love a woman who plays hard to get. Peri: Then you'll love me to death. Jobel: Can't wait. Peri: Well, I hope the lying in state goes well, and thanks for showing me the way. Jobel: My pleasure, pretty one. Peri: Hi. Hope you don't mind me dropping in. DJ: No, no, it's nice to have visitors. Peri: I'm Peri. DJ: Is that your real accent? Peri: Well, I hope so. DJ: It's amazing. Peri: Talking of voices, yours seems to have changed. DJ: Oh yeah, well, that's just my other voice, you know. I use that just for kind of professional duties, you know. Peri: Well, I knew it was too good to be true. I somehow stupidly thought maybe you'd come from the States. DJ: What, the United States? Of America? On Earth? Peri: That's right. DJ: That's amazing. That's just amazing. Peri: Have you been there? DJ: No. It's just that I've heard recordings, you know. My great granddad brought them back from one of his visits and er, I really love the sound of those old American DJs, so I kinda decided to kinda base my style of presentation on 'em, you know? Peri: Well, it's very good. DJ: Thank you. Peri: Kinda almost makes me feel homesick. DJ: Thank you. I'm glad somebody likes it. Doesn't half aggravate the Great Healer. Davros' laboratory Davros: You have pleased me. Tasambeker: Thank you, Great Healer. Davros: Show me Jobel. Davros: I am told that you have affection for this man. Tasambeker: Oh, I did once. Davros: He is a difficult man. Arrogant, wouldn't you agree? Tasambeker: Yes. Davros: I once offered him immortality. He turned it down. Tasambeker: He's a fool, then, as well as being arrogant. Davros: I agree, but I sense that you still have affection for him. Tasambeker: No. Tasambeker: Yes, though I don't know why. He's always humiliating me. Davros: So I have observed. If someone had treated me the way he has treated you, I think I would have k*lled them. Tasambeker: k*lled him? Oh, no, I couldn't do that. Davros: No? Watch him. Use the security cameras to observe his activities, then tell me if your hate doesn't grow. Cell Grigory: Not doing very well, are you. Natasha: Quiet. The Doctor: What are the Daleks up to? Natasha: Bodysnatching. The Doctor: What? Natasha: They stole my father's body and were turning him into a Dalek. Grigory: It was horrible. It was growing just like an embryo. The Doctor: Growing? So Davros has finally done it. Daleks that can reproduce anywhere. Grigory: It's a tremendous feat of genetic engineering. The Doctor: Pity he didn't put it to a better use. Kara's office Vogel: Madam. Kara: Orcini has entered the catacombs. Wonderful. It's only a matter of time now before he finds Davros' laboratory, taps out his little digital code and blows himself, Davros, and that disgusting little squire into a thousand tiny pieces. Vogel: How dare you enter unannounced! Dalek: You will come with us. You will be taken to Davros to answer for your crime. Vogel: No! Dalek: You will obey. Kara: How inconvenient. Do you know how difficult it is to find good secretaries? Dalek: You will come with us. Reception area Takis: Don't you find a lot of very strange things are happening nowadays? Jobel: Not more bad news? Takis: I was talking generally. In fact, I don't think things have been the same since the Great Healer took over. Jobel: Guard your tongue. He has eyes and ears everywhere. Takis: I think it's time we did something about it. Jobel: You do? Could you? Takis: With a little help. Jobel: You're a very naughty man, Takis. Lilt: Are you interested, Mister Jobel? Jobel: Never was very keen on this Dalek thing. Takis: Then I think we should have a little chat. Jobel: Absolutely. Jobel: But can we get the perpetual arrangement sorted out first? Takis: I should think so. Davros' laboratory Jobel (on screen): Oh, I love you. Davros: This man you respect now conspires against me. His infidelity is bad enough, but his treason is unforgivable! Tasambeker: Let me speak to him, Great Healer. Davros: It is too late for words! Dalek: He should be exterminated. Tasambeker: No! Davros: It is time for you to decide, Tasambeker, to whom precisely your loyalties belong. Tasambeker: To you, of course. Davros: It is easy to say, but I require a positive commitment as proof. Tasambeker: What do you want me to do? Davros: As I said, I once offered Jobel immortality. He refused. I now make the same offer to you. Serve me with your total being and I shall allow you to become a Dalek. Tasambeker: That is an offer I cannot refuse. Davros: It is an offer that must be fulfilled through blood. Show me your total obedience and k*ll Jobel! Corridor Bostock: You should have let me k*ll him, master. Orcini: I appreciate your dedication, Bostock, but he's very unimportant. Bostock: But master... Orcini: No, in fact I would have preferred him conscious. Questions are accumulating I would very much like the answer to. Bostock: What's wrong? Orcini: A feeling that we haven't been told the whole truth. Bostock: You mean we've been set up? Orcini: You're the one with the infallible instincts, you tell me. We need a scapegoat, some diversion. Orcini: Prisoners. Let's release them. Bostock: Master... Orcini: Scapegoats. Cell The Doctor: Visitors. Orcini: Release them. Natasha: Who are you? The Doctor: A Knight of the Grand Order of Oberon. Only I would be stupid enough to att*ck such a person. Bostock: Be grateful you're still alive. The Doctor: I am. I am. Orcini: Bostock. Orcini: You are now free, but you will count very slowly to twenty once we have gone. If you attempt to follow us, I will k*ll you. You understand? Grigory: Oh yes. Sorry. Orcini: You may need this. The Doctor: May I ask what you're doing here? Orcini: You may, but only a fool would expect an answer. Chapel of Rest Takis: I think we need some more of these. Jobel: I'm told she liked the fragrance of nature. Tasambeker: Mister Jobel? Jobel: Not now, Tasambeker. Can't you see I'm busy? Tasambeker: It's important, Mister Jobel. I have a message from the Great Healer. Jobel: Why didn't you say. Tasambeker: You must leave with me. Jobel: That's the bluntest invitation I've had all week. Tasambeker: If you don't, you'll die. The Great Healer hates you. Jobel: Impossible. I'm his most loyal servant. Tasambeker: Not when you conspire with Takis. Jobel: That was a joke, a bit of fun. Tasambeker: He wants you d*ad. Jobel: d*ad? I'm Jobel. Jobel: The place wouldn't function without me. Tasambeker: He doesn't care about Tranquil Repose. He's already turned it into a breeding ground for Daleks. Jobel: Now I know you're lying. I spoke to him only the other day. He has tremendous plans for this place. Corridor Jobel: There certainly was no talk of turning it into a Dalek farm. Tasambeker: He lies as freely as you pick up women. Jobel: Oh, so that's what this is all about. Preparation room Tasambeker: Mister Jobel, I love you. I'm risking my own life talking to you like this. Jobel: You've spent too many hours alone in this preparation room. Someone as impressionable as you should lavish a little more time on the living instead of fantasising with the d*ad. Tasambeker: Look, you've got to get away from here. I could help you. Jobel: To do what? Do you honestly think I could possibly be interested in you? I have the pick of the women. I would rather run away with my mother than own a fawning little creep like you. Tasambeker: I knew you could be cruel, but even you have excelled yourself. Tasambeker: To think I almost threw up everything for a fat, bald egotist like you! Jobel: Fat? Me fat? My figure is the height of fashion! Tasambeker: The Great Healer has ordered you d*ad! Chapel of Rest Jobel: We shall see about that. I shall speak to him myself. Tasambeker: It's always the same. You just don't understand. To earn his favour, I am to k*ll you. Jobel: Get on with your work. Now, enough of this. Tasambeker: I hate you! Jobel: What, what have you done? She's k*lled me. She's k*lled me. Jobel. Catacombs Tasambeker: Oh, why did I do it? Dalek: You will be exterminated. Dalek 2: Exterminated. Radio studio Peri: There's the Doctor! DJ: Huh? That's not very good news. Those people he's with, they're the bodysnatchers. Peri: Well, can I speak to him? DJ: Er, yeah, sure. Crypt tunnel DJ (O.C.): Hello, Doctor. This is the DJ with a very special message for you. Peri (O.C.): Can you hear me? The Doctor: I can indeed. Peri (O.C.): I've been worried about you. The Doctor: I'm perfectly safe. Now listen, Peri. I want you to go back to the TARDIS at once. Peri (O.C.): But... The Doctor: No questions. You're in great danger. Radio studio The Doctor (on screen): There are bound to be others monitoring this. Peri: I'm on my way. The Doctor (on screen): When you get to the TARDIS, radio the president's ship. Say there are Daleks here and he's not to land. Peri: What about you? The Doctor (on screen): I shall join you later. Now go! Davros' laboratory Davros: Bring that woman to me. Dalek: At once. Davros: And while you're there, destroy that prattling DJ! Radio studio Peri: Please get out of my way! DJ: You're not thinking, Peri. Peri: Please, just get out of my way. DJ: How far do you think you'll get? The Doctor was right. Others will have intercepted his message. They'll be waiting for you. Peri: No, I must go. DJ: Now look, I've got a radio transmitter here. You can use that. Peri: And risk your life as well? It doesn't make sense. DJ: It's too late for that now. They know you've spoken to me. They won't let that go unchecked. Peri: They're coming! Crypt tunnel The Doctor: Right, that should be simple enough. I'll leave you to destroy the incubation room. Natasha: Right. Where shall we meet you? The Doctor: Reception area. Good luck. Grigory: But... Grigory: Are you out of your mind? I'm not going back in there. In a minute this place will be crawling with Daleks. Grigory: A flimsy but nevertheless convincing argument. Davros' laboratory Davros: Activate a specimen. Dalek: I obey. Davros: Then leave me alone. Incubation room Natasha: The power pack's exhausted. How do we k*ll them? Grigory: This controls the incubators. Natasha: That's another Dalek! Outside Davros' laboratory Orcini: Davros. Davros' laboratory Davros: What's that? Ah. Remove that object. Outside Davros' laboratory Orcini: Thank you. Davros' laboratory Davros: You are fools! You cannot k*ll me! I am Davros! Bostock: You've done it, master. You've k*lled him. Orcini: Has your instinct deserted you? The k*ll was too easy. Davros: That you have realised too late, Grand Master Orcini. Davros: Place your g*n on the floor. Orcini: Of course. Davros: Guards! Orcini: Bostock! Dalek: Cannot see. My vision is impaired. I cannot see. Daleks: Exterminate. Exterminate. Exterminate. Destroy. Davros: You are old, Orcini. Your reflexes have gone. Do you think you're the first to try and k*ll me? That t*nk was but a simple lure, a focal point for the assassins b*llet. Incubation room Natasha: Let's get out of here. Grigory: If only we had a grenade, we could deal with. It's gone. It can't be far. We would have heard it leave, wouldn't we? Natasha: Let's get out of here. Radio studio Peri: Come in! Over! The president's ship doesn't answer. DJ: Wait a mo. DJ: They heard. DJ: And just in time. Peri: This may sound like a dumb question, but what does that thing do? DJ: This is a highly directional ultrasonic beam of rock and roll. DJ: It kills. Davros' laboratory Davros: Intriguing. A box of delight or a box of hate. Kara: My dear Davros. Davros: Yours, I believe. Kara: Oh, what a pretty little box. What does it do? Davros: You should know. It is a transmitter, brought by your assassin. Kara: How can you say such a thing, Great Healer? Davros: I have never trusted you, Kara. Kara: I am pained by such a remark. I have served you well. Orcini: Tell him. Kara: I am an innocent party. I refuse to be drawn into your, your conspiracy. Davros: Give the box to Orcini. Kara: Is that wise? By your own statement he is a m*rder, a common assassin. Davros: He is a Knight of the Grand Order of Oberon. There is little that is common about Orcini. Now, show me what you had to do with the box. Kara: No. Davros: Proceed. Kara: No! All right, it's a b*mb. It's a b*mb. A great big b*mb! Davros: Thank you, Kara. Kara: You fool, you imbecile. I thought you were a man of honour. Now we both die. Satisfied? Orcini: You before me. Radio studio DJ: Keep your head down. Dalek: You must surrender. The Earth woman must come with us. It is futile to resist. DJ: Yee ha! Peri: You did it! DJ: That's right. Crypt tunnel DJ (O.C.): Hey, you guys, this is the broadcast to end all broadcasts. Yee ha! Peri (O.C.): Look out, more Daleks. Radio studio DJ: Yee ha! Woo! Peri: Look out! Dalek: Halt. Peri: No! Oh, no! Crypt tunnel Peri (O.C.): You m*rder him. Why did you have to... The Doctor: Ah, there you are. They went that way. Dalek: You will come with us. Reception area Lilt: They're here. Takis: Perfect timing. Davros' laboratory The Doctor: I see you've been busy. Davros: Whereas you have been stupid, Doctor. The Doctor: Prerogative of a Time Lord. Where's Peri? Davros: Safe, for the time being. The Doctor: I must say, I'm surprised to see you. The last time we met, your ship blew up. I thought with you on board. Davros: Not when there is an escape pod to be had. The Doctor: Or, it seems, a lift by a transporter to this place. Davros: Ah! There I was fortunate. The Doctor: Oh, I liked the statue, by the way. Very good likeness, though really you shouldn't have bothered. Davros: As for the news of Stengos' death, it was all part of my scheme to lure you here. The Doctor: All very clever. And apart from a little grave-robbing, what else have you been up to? Davros: You cannot steal what has already been abandoned. No one is interested in the people here. The Doctor: That's not what I've heard. Davros: As your grave-robbing friends have now been exterminated, you will not hear the complaint again. The Doctor: Do you never do anything but k*ll? Davros: There you are mistaken, Doctor. I am known as the Great Healer. A somewhat flippant title, perhaps, but not without foundation. I have conquered the diseases that brought their victims here. In every way, I have complied with the wishes of those who came... Davros: In anticipation of one day being returned to life. The Doctor: But never, in their worst nightmares, did any of them expect to come back as Daleks. Davros: All the resting ones I have used were people of status, ambition. They would understand, especially as I have given them the opportunity to become masters of the universe! The Doctor: With you as their emperor. But what of the lesser intellects? Or will they be left to rot? Davros: You should know me better than that, Doctor. Davros: I never waste a valuable commodity. The humanoid form makes an excellent concentrated protein. This part of the galaxy is developing quickly. Famine was one of its major problems. The Doctor: You've turned them into food? Davros: A scheme that has earned me great acclaim. The Doctor: But did you bother to tell anyone they might be eating their own relatives? Davros: Certainly not. That would have created what I believe is termed consumer resistance. They were grateful for the food. It allowed them to go on living. The Doctor: Until you take over their planets. Davros: Precisely. Chapel of Rest Takis: Welcome. I am Takis. Dalek: You sent for us? Takis: That's right. Dalek: Where is Davros? Takis: I'll take you to him, but first can we discuss our deal? Dalek: You will obey my will. You will take me to Davros. Now! Takis: Of course. At once. Davros' laboratory Peri: Doctor! The Doctor: Are you all right? I'm sorry about the DJ. Davros: Now, Doctor, prepare to witness the greatest rebirth ever. The Doctor: You may be disappointed at the response. Davros: Even if your friends had succeeded, they would have done very little damage. The room they attempted to destroy was one used for experimentation only. Davros: My main force of Daleks is well hidden. Orcini: Bostock! Bostock! Dalek: Halt! Stay where you are! Dalek: Do not move. Davros: Prepare the surgical unit. Such a foolish waste of energy. The Doctor: No arm in trying. Davros: When you have become a Dalek, you will suffer for every indignity you have ever caused me. Crypt tunnel Dalek: Exterminate. Exterminate. Takis: You promised there would be no k*lling. Dalek: Continue. You must take us to Davros. Daleks: Exterminate! Exterminate. White: Malfunction. Malfunction. Malfunction. Dalek: Obey our will. Davros' laboratory Davros: What is happening? Activate my Daleks! Davros: How did you find me? Takis: I sent for them. Dalek: You are to be taken back to Skaro to stand trial for crimes against the Daleks. Takis: This used to be a good place before you came. I enjoyed working here. Once you've gone, it'll be a good place again. The Doctor: Don't be too certain of that. You'll be lucky to be alive at the end of this. Takis: But they're going to destroy Davros' Daleks. Dalek: They will not be destroyed. They will be reconditioned to obey the will of the Supreme Dalek. You will come with us. Davros: No! Take him! He is the sworn enemy of the Daleks. He is the Doctor. The Doctor: Doctor? No. Dalek: His image does not compute with the known appearance of the Doctor. Davros: He's regenerated, fool. Dalek: He will be held prisoner until we can verify if you are correct. You will come with us or be exterminated here. Davros: You have not heard the last of me. I shall return. The Doctor: And I shall be waiting for you. Orcini: You trusted them? Takis: Well, I thought it would do some good. The Doctor: It might yet. We must act fast before Davros' Daleks can be activated. Orcini: First, we've got to get rid of that. Peri: Will that be effective? Orcini: Take out the eyepiece. The Doctor: What we need is a grenade. Orcini: I'll look in Bostock's pocket. The Doctor: Now, listen to me. Crypt tunnel Davros: I created you! I am your master! Dalek: We serve only the Supreme Dalek. Davros: That upstart. I could make you all Supreme Daleks. I have the power. You must obey me! Outside Davros' laboratory Takis: Hey, you out there. Dalek: You will remain in the laboratory. Takis: We have a message for your master. Davros' laboratory Dalek: My vision is impaired. I cannot see. My vision is impaired. Dalek: Emergency. The Doctor: Right, what we need now is a b*mb to destroy the ones in hibernation. Takis: No, you can't destroy this place. Lilt: He's right. The Doctor: Tranquil Repose has ceased to have any practical function. Its cryogenic chambers are empty. Davros has used the contents for synthetic protein. Orcini: He's telling the truth. After what Davros has done, you'll never restore the reputation of this place. Lilt: Don't trust them. The Doctor: You must! I can show you a new life. Lilt: How? The Doctor: Davros has created a demand for synthetic protein. If you cease to fulfil that demand, those planets will die. Now. Takis: The weed plant? The Doctor: Grows almost anywhere. When refined, that produces protein. Peri: That's a great idea. Orcini: You must leave here. Lilt: What? Orcini: I have a b*mb and I would like to explode it. Not only will it destroy Davros' Daleks, it might just catch him as well. The Doctor: Splendid. Orcini: Just one thing, Doctor. There's no timing device. Once I press this red button, pow! The Doctor: I could rig... Orcini: No, there's no time. I want Davros d*ad. The Doctor: Let me see it. Orcini: I wouldn't hesitate to use this now. Go, Doctor. Go. Peri: Why are you throwing away your life? Orcini: I've always wanted an honourable k*ll. Davros is to be it. Go now. The catacombs are deep. You might find a safe place. The Doctor: Go. Go! Now! Takis: Come on. The Doctor: I'll join you later. Is there anything I can do? Orcini: Return this to my Order. Tell them how we died. The Doctor: Of course. Orcini: No more words. Crypt tunnel Peri: Doctor! Peri: Doctor! Doctor! Takis: Come on. Come on! Reception area Takis: I want everyone to clear this room immediately! Peri: Do you think we've come far enough? Peri: It's too late. They've got away. Lilt: Let's get out of here. Peri: No, we must wait for the Doctor. Takis: Come on! Move! Catacombs Peri: Doctor! Takis: He's had it! Lilt: Come on, this roof isn't going to last much longer. We've got to get out of here. Peri: No, wait! Peri: Doctor, are you all right? Takis: Come on! The Doctor: Did Davros get away? Peri: Yes. Do you think they'll execute him? I'd hate to think that Orcini died for nothing. The Doctor: He didn't. He achieved a greater k*ll than he thought possible. He destroyed Davros' new generation of Daleks. Takis: Come on, you two. This is no time to chat. Let's get out of here. The Doctor: Where? Takis: That way. Peri: What are we going to do? The Doctor: Get out of here, find the TARDIS, and then make sure those two get this place sorted out. Chapel of Rest Lilt: Here, what's all this about us becoming farmers? Takis: Oh, don't you start. Lilt: Well, it's true, though. I mean, all you know about is flowers. Takis: Mind you, that plot for perpetual instatement would make good growing land. The Doctor: This place is called Tranquil Repose. I think we should leave the d*ad in peace, don't you? Peri: When we've finished here, can we take a real holiday? The Doctor: I know somewhere that is truly tranquil, peaceful, restful. A panacea for the cares of mind. Peri: Can't we go somewhere fun? The Doctor: Fun? Oh, I suppose anywhere will be peaceful after Necros. All right, I'll take you to Blackpool.
{"type": "series", "show": "Doctor Who", "episode": "22x13 - Revelation of the Daleks - part 2"}
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PART ONE (THE MYSTERIOUS PLANET) Written by Robert Holmes Original air date: 06 September, 1986 Run time: 24:57 Space Station Trial room Valeyard: At last, Doctor. The Doctor: Am I late for something? Valeyard: I was beginning to fear you had lost yourself. Sit down. The Doctor: Well, even I would find it hard to lose myself in a corridor. Especially, when propelled by the mental energy of so many distinguished Time Lords. Valeyard: Oh, I don't know. You seem to have a great talent for straying from the straight and narrow. The Doctor: Would it be too much to ask what all this is about? Inquisitor: The accused will remain silent until invited to speak. The Doctor: The accused? Do you mean me? Inquisitor: I call upon the Valeyard to open the case. Valeyard: By order of the High Council, this is an impartial enquiry into the behaviour of the accused person, known as the Doctor, who is charged that he, on diverse occasions has been guilty of conduct unbecoming a Time Lord. The Doctor: Not guilty! Valeyard: He is also charged with, on diverse occasions, transgressing the First Law. It is my unpleasant task, Madam Inquisitor, to prove to the enquiry that the Doctor is an incorrigible meddler in the affairs of other peoples and planets. Inquisitor: Yes. I see, Valeyard, that it is on record that the Doctor has faced trial already for offences of this nature. Valeyard: That is so, my lady, and I shall contend that the High Council showed too great a leniency on that occasion. Inquisitor: Very well. Doctor, you've heard the charges. Do you wish to say anything before the enquiry proceeds? The Doctor: Only that this whole thing is a farce. I am Lord President of Gallifrey. You can't put me on trial. Inquisitor: Doctor, since you willfully neglected the responsibility of your great office, you were deposed. The Doctor: Oh. Is that legal? Inquisitor: Perfectly. But we won't hold it against you. Quite the contrary in fact. And to see that your interests are fully protected, I propose to appoint a court defender to represent you. The Doctor: Ah, oh, er, thank you, but no thank you. I have been through several such inquiries before. I think it would be easier if I speak for myself. Inquisitor: The court notes the Doctor refuses the services of a court defender. Proceed, Valeyard. Valeyard: Inquisitor, I am not proposing to waste the time of the court by dwelling in detail on the activities of the accused. The Doctor: Good. Valeyard: Instead, I intend to adumbrate two typical instances from separate epistopic interfaces of the spectrum. These examples of the criminal behaviour of the accused are fully recorded in the Matrix, the repository of all knowledge. The Doctor: Objection. Inquisitor: I hear the accused. What is this objection? The Doctor: The Matrix does not contain all knowledge. It merely contains all Time Lord knowledge. Inquisitor: It has long been accepted that the Matrix is the repository of all knowledge. The Doctor: Well, that only shows the insular complacency of this society. How do you know that there isn't knowledge that you don't possess? Inquisitor: All that is known is within the Matrix. The Doctor: Oh, a micro-organism in a drop of water might think it knows the universe. All it knows is that drop of water. Valeyard: I think this is merely a semantic point, my lady. Inquisitor: I agree. I find the objection of the accused to be not valid. Please continue. Valeyard: Thank you, my lady. Valeyard: I should like to begin with the Doctor's involvement in the affairs of Ravalox, a planet within the Stellian galaxy. Ravalox Peri: Oh, great. The Doctor: Hang on. The Doctor: There. Peri: Can't we come back some other time, like when it's not raining? The Doctor: Oh, stop whinging. Peri: I don't understand why you wanted to come here in the first place. The Doctor: Then you should have listened more carefully. Peri: Hey! Don't I get some? The Doctor: Oh, sorry. Trial room Valeyard: I draw your attention, my lady, to the admission of the accused that he obtained access to confidential material from Gallifrey. A file privy only to members of the High Council. Inquisitor: That is noted. Doctor, why did you go to Ravalox? The Doctor: Simple scientific curiosity. I'm not so egotistic as to believe all knowledge is at my fingertips. Inquisitor: Your crude sarcasm is also noted. I should warn you, Doctor, that your hostile attitude is not helpful. The Doctor: I'm not here to help. And while you're making all those notes, do please note that I did not have access to confidential material. The fireball that destroyed Ravalox is documented in Extinct Civilisations by Warris Bossard. Orderly: This is true, my lady. Inquisitor: I see. I find the point that the Doctor gained access to confidential material to be not proven, unless you have further evidence, Valeyard. Valeyard: It is not of great importance, my lady. Inquisitor: Continue. Valeyard: Most certainly. Ravalox Peri: I don't think I like Ravalox very much. It reminds me of a wet November back on Earth. The Doctor: Now that's part of the reason why we're here. Peri: Huh? The Doctor: Well, Ravalox has the same mass, angle of tilt and period of rotation as Earth. Peri: So? The Doctor: Well I thought that was quite interesting. It's unusual to find two planets so similar. In fact, it's quite a phenomenon. Peri: Oh, pity it couldn't be a dry one. The Doctor: Ravalox also has the distinction of having been destroyed by a solar fireball. Peri: It doesn't look very destroyed. The Doctor: According to the records on Gallifrey, it was devastated by a solar fireball some five centuries ago. I think somebody exaggerated, don't you? Peri: Hmm. The Doctor: Hmm. The Doctor: Ah, the exhilarating smell of a freshly laundered forest. Can't b*at it. Peri: And the twittering of tiny birds and the rustling of small mammals as they forage for food in the undergrowth. The Doctor: Exactly. Peri: Then you've better hearing than me. There aren't any birds. Listen. The Doctor: I wondered when you'd notice. Peri: None of this makes any sense. Any soil left after the visitation of a fireball would be sterile. The Doctor: Well done. Peri: Don't patronise me Doctor. You knew from the start this amount of growth wasn't possible. The Doctor: I also knew, that as a student of botany, you'd soon realise the truth without any prompting from me. Peri: Maybe. The Doctor: Yeah. Peri: Is there any intelligent life here? The Doctor: Apart from me, you mean? I don't know. Shall we find out? Dibber: Well, they're not from round here, Mister Glitz. Glitz: I know that, Dibber. The Doctor: Ah ha! Look at this. The Doctor: We are certainly not on this planet alone. Mmm hmm. Let's reconnoiter, shall we? Glitz: You know, Dibber, I'm the product of a broken home. Dibber: You have mentioned it on occasions, Mister Glitz. Glitz: Which sort of unbalanced me. Made me selfish to the point where I cannot stand competition. Dibber: Know the feeling only too well, Mister Glitz. Glitz: Where as yours is a simple case of sociopathy, Dibber, my malaise is much more complex. A deep-rooted maladjustment, my psychiatrist said. Brought on by an infantile inability to come to terms with the more pertinent, concrete aspects of life. Dibber: That sounds more like an insult than a diagnosis, Mister Glitz. Glitz: You're right there, my lad. Mind you, I had just attempted to k*ll him. Oh, I do hate prison psychiatrists, don't you? I mean, they do nothing for you. I must have seen dozens of them, and I still hate competition. Especially when it poaches my territory. I'm going to enjoy this. Glitz: Too late! Oh, I do hate it when people get lucky. It really offends my sensibilities. Dibber: Shouldn't we go after them? Glitz: How is it they know where to look? Tell me that, Dibber. Dibber: I don't know. Maybe they've all copied the same map we did. Do you want me to go after them? Glitz: Why? Do you want to help them? Dibber: No, it's just that if we're after the same thing as us... Glitz: Don't worry. They'll soon be d*ad. It's just that I wanted the personal pleasure of k*lling them myself. Peri: Oh, here, Doctor, look. The Doctor: Hmm? The Doctor: The remains of a building. Peri: And we're not going inside. The Doctor: Of course not, we can't. We haven't found the entrance yet. This is the type of place where some early life forms might have survived. Come along. Peri: I'm just not crazy about meeting any early life forms. The Doctor: Hmm. Yeah. Dibber: Well, if we've got competition, going to the village could be a valuable waste of time. Glitz: That complex down there is still functional, which means the L3 robot is operational. Dibber: I understand. Glitz: To render the robot non-operational, we have to destroy the light converter which supplies its energy system. Dibber: I know all that. Glitz: Then why are you arguing with me? It's not my fault if a bunch of backward savages have turned a Magnum Mark Seven light converter into a totem pole. Dibber: It's just that I think we should k*ll those two first. Glitz: And meet the robot head on at full power? I don't think you have my full interests at heart, Dibber. Dibber: If the robot doesn't k*ll them before we destroy his energy supply, well, they could be up and away with the goods before we've even got back from the village. Glitz: I know that, Dibber. Now you understand why I hate competition. It spoils everything. Dibber: I still think we should k*ll them. Glitz: We will, Dibber, we will. When the time is right. Peri: Doctor, I know this sounds crazy, but I have the weirdest feeling that I've been here before. The Doctor: Yes, I often get that feeling. Of course, I usually have. In your case, it's not possible. Peri: Well, possible or not, I want to get away from here. The Doctor: You're absolutely right. We must find out what's going on here. Peri: This place is spooky. It's like an overgrown fallout shelter. The Doctor: Hmm. You're partly right. This must have been their last desperate attempt to escape the coming fireball. Peri: Well, who lived on this planet? The Doctor: Now that's something of a mystery. There's strangely little about Ravalox in the records of Gallifrey. Obviously they were a fairly advanced species. Look. The Doctor: Ah ha! That's it. You know, you can deduce an awful lot about a civilisation from its art. Peri: What? The Doctor: You know, I might stay here a couple of years and write a thesis about that. Come along. The Doctor (O.C.): Peri? Tunnel Peri: I've scratched myself. Underground station The Doctor: Oh, you're young. You'll soon heal. Peri: Thanks for the sympathy. The Doctor: You know, I'm glad I decided to come here. I might stay here for a year or so and write a thesis. Ancient Life on Ravalox by Doctor... Peri: Doctor, look! There's something here I think you should see. Ravalox Glitz: I heard it. Dibber: Over here. Glitz: Look at them, primitive screeves. Dibber: Are they from the village? Glitz: Must be. Dibber: Well then, let's make it a few less we'll have to deal with. Glitz: No. All we need is a gesture of strength. Show them they haven't got a chance. Glitz: Amazing the affect a loud bang can have on the primitive mind. Glitz: Come here, you ignorant, maggot ridden peasant. Somehow I always feel foolish saying this. Take me to your leader. Underground station The Doctor: Well, I suppose there is a billion to one chance there was a place called Marble Arch on Ravalox. Peri: And they wrote in English? The Doctor: Well, that's another billion to one chance. It does begin to seem a little unlikely, doesn't it? Peri: Oh, Doctor, we're on Earth aren't we? I said it felt like Earth. The Doctor: It's in the wrong part of space for it to be your planet. Besides, according to all the record books, this is Ravalox. Peri: Well then, how do you explain this? The Doctor: Well, they. I can't. Not yet. Unless of course, perhaps they collected railway stations. Peri: That's ridiculous. The Doctor: But not impossible, though. Not as impossible as the other explanation. Peri: What's that? The Doctor: Well, that somehow or other your planet and its entire constellation managed to shift itself a couple of light years across space, after which, for some reason, it became known as Ravalox. Peri: Well, what time are we in? The Doctor: Oh, a long time after your period. The Doctor: Er, two billion years or more. Peri: So what happened to London? The Doctor: Wiped out, if this was London. Peri: Doctor, I know it is. I can feel it. The Doctor: Now, don't get emotional. Peri: Don't get emotional. This cinder we're standing on is all that's left of my world. Everything I knew. Trial room The Doctor: Why do I have to sit here watching Peri getting upset, while two unsavoury adventurers bully a bunch of natives. Valeyard: The reason will be made clear shortly, Doctor. The Doctor: As a matter of interest, where is Peri? Valeyard: Where you left her. The Doctor: Where's that? Valeyard: You don't remember? Obviously a side effect of being taken out of time. The amnesia should soon pass. Inquisitor: Shall we continue? The Doctor: Well, can't we just have the edited highlights? Underground station The Doctor: I know how you feel. Peri: Do you? The Doctor: Of course I do. You've been travelling with me long enough to know that none of this really matters. Not to you. Your world is safe. Peri: This is still my world, whatever the period, and I care about it. And all you do is talk about it as though we're in a planetarium. The Doctor: I'm sorry. But look at it this way. Planets come and go, stars perish. Matter disperses, coalesces, reforms into other patterns, other worlds. Nothing can be eternal. Peri: I know what you mean, and I still want to get away from here. The Doctor: Oh, I can't. There's a mystery here. Questions to which I must have an answer. Look, Peri. Peri. The Doctor: Oh, hermetically sealed, leading down to a lower level. Now, some of the original inhabitants might have survived down there. You coming? Peri: No. I've seen enough. I'll wait you at the entrance. Where they used to sell candy bars and newspapers. The Doctor: All right, shan't be long. Don't go wandering off. Be careful. Peri: Ow. The Doctor: I said be careful. Peri: Of what? The spooks and ghosts you're always telling me don't exist. Hey! You could have left me the umbrella! Oh, please yourself. I don't mind getting wet. Village Glitz: The light converter. Dibber: Let me blast it, Mister Glitz, then we can get away from here. Glitz: Oh, you'd look good with a back full of spears, Dibber. Use your head. Glitz: Anyway, we've got company. Right royal company, by the looks of things. Dibber: You'll never charm her. Glitz: I have an uncanny knack with aging females, Dibber. One look into my eyes and they start to melt. Marb Station Computer: Water thief. Water thief. Protect your water. The Doctor: Perhaps you could direct me to the stationmaster's house? Now please, gentlemen. Drathro's castle Merdeen (on screen): Yes, Immortal? Drathro: Marb station shows one work unit over strength. Remove it! Merdeen: Immediately, Immortal. Control room Merdeen: Call the Watch. Marb is a work unit over. Grell: How? Merdeen: I don't know, but the Immortal is never wrong, Grell. Grell: I'll summon the watch. Village Katryca: So, you are outlanders. From where? Glitz: A far off star, majesty. Katryca: You have a spaceship? Glitz: You know of such things? Katryca: It is recorded in our folk memory. Before the f*re, our ancestors travelled among the stars. Glitz: Is that a fact? Katryca: It is also recorded that such travel angered the gods, who punished us by sending the great f*re which destroyed our planet. Glitz: No, dear lady. It was much more secular than that. That attracted the fireball. Katryca: That is our great totem to the Earth God Haldren. Glitz: No, madam. That is a malfunctioning navigational beacon. It was that that attracted the fireball five hundred years ago, and I'm here to tell you that it is still malfunctioning today. Katryca: How do you know this? Glitz: It is my job to know. And if you don't have it dismantled, the fireball will return. Katryca: What is your name? Glitz: Sabalom Glitz. Katryca: I am an old woman, Sabalom Glitz. You are not the first to visit my village from another world. Glitz: Is that a fact? Katryca: On each and every occasion, they have all wanted to dismantle the great totem. Glitz: In that case, you understand the urgency... Katryca: And on each and every occasion, they have all had a different reason. Glitz: Let me assure you, my credentials are bona fide and completely in order. Katryca: Ah yes, The g*n. They all had similar credentials. Glitz: That totem is a navigational hazard. It must be dismantled. Katryca: You must think me a fool! You have come here for no other reason but to steal the symbol of our great god. Glitz: And what would I want with some earth grubbing deity. Katryca: I don't know. But before you die, I shall certainly find out. Marb Station Balazar: Where are you from, Old One? The Doctor: Old One? Balazar: What station did you disgrace with your miserable presence, water thief? The Doctor: I may look old to you, whiskerless youth, but I'll have you know I'm in the prime of my life. I'm only nine hundred years old. Now untie me at once. Balazar: You'll be untied as soon as we're ready for the stoning. The Doctor: Stoning? Is this the way you welcome visitors? Balazar: Water is life. Those who steal life must in their turn die. The Immortal commands it. The Doctor: Oh, the Immortal. Who might that be? Balazar: Come now, Old One. Feigning ignorance of the Immortal will not save you from death. Village Katryca: This is what I've been waiting for. Now, Immortal, I am ready for you. Marb Station Balazar: We shall soon be ready. The Doctor: Oh, goody. Just who are you? Balazar: I am Balazar, the reader of the books. The Doctor: Oh. And what books are those? Balazar: Ancient books, from the world before the f*re. They contain much wisdom for those who can interpret their meaning. Here in Marb, we have three. The Doctor: Three? Splendid. What are they called? Balazar: The Books of Knowledge. The Doctor: No, but each book must have a name, Balazar. It's usually written on the front. Balazar: One of our books is called Mo By Dick by Herman Melville. It tells of a great white water god, and contains many mystical passages. The Doctor: Yes, I've read it. What are the other books? Balazar: How can you have read it, Old One? The sacred books belong to Marb. The Doctor: Will you stop calling me Old One? I am known as the Doctor. What else do you read? Balazar: The Water Babies by Charles Kingsley, which tells of life long before the f*re. The Doctor: Sounds a rum sort of library to me. What's your third book? Balazar: Most mysterious of all the sacred texts. UK Habitats of the Canadian Goose by HM Stationery Office. The Doctor: Hmm. What do you call this place? Balazar: Marb Station. The Doctor: No, I mean your whole world, everything. Balazar: We call it UK Habitat. Ah. It appears we're ready for the stoning now, Doctor. I have greatly enjoyed our felicitous discourse, but alas, the end is nigh. The Doctor: You said you'd unchain me, Balazar. Balazar: It is not advisable. I have taken an affection to you. It is best to die quickly. The Doctor: Allow me to be the judge of that. Unchain me at once. Hut Dibber: They've got that woman we saw earlier. Glitz: I can't understand it, Dibber. They're savages. Dibber: Well, don't let it get you down. Glitz: What went wrong? That old hag took our g*n away from us just like that. How can we be their prisoners? Dibber: I told you it was risky coming here. Glitz: Yes, well, now you know what I mean about competition. It gets you nowhere. Dibber: I told you we should have blasted them, Mister Glitz. Glitz: Yes, Dibber, you've made your point. It's a pity you didn't anticipate they'd jump us with such ease. Dibber: I did, but I didn't think you'd listen. Marb Station Balazar: I think it best that you stand over here. The Doctor: Oh, why? Balazar: Well in case some stray stone breaks the water jugs. The Doctor: Oh, yes. Balazar: People get very excited at these stonings. The Doctor: I'm not excited. Balazar: Ready? The Doctor: Yes. Balazar: Get set. Go! Trial room The Doctor: Oh! Why'd you stop it at the best bit? I was rather enjoying that. Valeyard: I'm sure you were. The Doctor: Clever, eh? That trick with the umbrella. Valeyard: Most ingenious, my dear Doctor. The Doctor: Oh, I always like to do the unexpected. Takes people by surprise. Valeyard: Hear how the Doctor takes pride in his interference. Hear how he boasts. This is not the reaction of a responsible Time Lord. Inquisitor: We are all aware of that, Valeyard. What is the point you are trying to make? Valeyard: These proceedings started as a mere enquiry into the Doctor's activities. I'm suggesting now that it becomes a trial. And if he is found guilty, I strongly suggest the termination of his life!
{"type": "series", "show": "Doctor Who", "episode": "23x01 - The Trial of a Time Lord - part 1 (The Mysterious Planet)"}
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PART TWO (THE MYSTERIOUS PLANET) Written by Robert Holmes Original air date: 13 September, 1986 Run time: 24:44 Trial room The Doctor: Oh! Why'd you stop it at the best bit? I was rather enjoying that. Valeyard: I'm sure you were. The Doctor: Clever, eh? That trick with the umbrella. Valeyard: Most ingenious, my dear Doctor. The Doctor: Oh, I always like to do the unexpected. Takes people by surprise. Valeyard: Hear how the Doctor takes pride in his interference. Hear how he boasts. This is not the reaction of a responsible Time Lord. Inquisitor: We are all aware of that, Valeyard. What is the point you are trying to make? Valeyard: These proceedings started as a mere enquiry into the Doctor's activities. I'm suggesting now that it becomes a trial. And if he is found guilty, I strongly suggest the termination of his life! The Doctor: So, you want me d*ad, eh? Inquisitor: What the Valeyard wants and what the court decides, are two entirely different things, Doctor. The Doctor: Thank you, my lady. Inquisitor: Proceed Valeyard. Marb station Balazar: Train guards! Computer: This station is a work unit over committed strength. There must be a cull. Balazar: It has been dealt with. Merdeen: See that he is d*ad, Grell. Where is he from? Balazar: I don't know. He told many lies, even that he had read our sacred books. Grell: He still breathes. Merdeen: Then k*ll him. Drathro's castle Drathro: Stop! Marb station Merdeen: Wait, the Immortal speaks. He now wishes to question the stranger. How near death is he? Grell: Merely stunned. Merdeen: Pick him up. Grell, patrol. Grell: Why not transport him on the train? Merdeen: I said patrol. You, come with me. Balazar: I, sir? Merdeen: You have spoken with the stranger. If he dies, the Immortal may wish to question you about him. Katryca's hut Peri: Oh! Katryca: Welcome, girl. Peri: Hi. Katryca: Rise. You are not from the place of the underground. Where are you from? Peri: Well, it's kind of difficult to explain. Katryca: My name is Katryca, I am the leader of the Free. Do you have a name, girl? Peri: Perpugilliam Brown, but my friends call me Peri. Katryca: Peri. Not many girls join the Free, Peri. I shall provide some excellent husbands for you. Peri: Husbands? Plural? Katryca: Such women as we have must be shared. Think about it. Put her with the other prisoners. Keep them guarded. Peri: All right, all right. I can walk. Subway Balazar: Tell me, Merdeen, you served the Immortal. Is he as men say? Merdeen: What do men say? Balazar: That he is taller than two, with arms of steel. Merdeen: The Immortal is never seen. He stays in his castle. Balazar: Then how does he give you his commands? Merdeen: He talks to me through the air and he watches me with boxes. Balazar: I think this is called a camera, Merdeen. The men of ancient times used such things to make pictures of the Canadian goose. Merdeen: How do you know that, Balazar? Balazar: It is my task to study the ancient texts. The Doctor: About which you continually boast. That's the trouble with pallid little swats like you, Balazar, You can't even organise an efficient stoning. Balazar: It was only half over. The Doctor: Oh. Balazar: You'd have been free of your troubles now if Merdeen and his train guards had not saved you. The Doctor: Then I'm grateful to you, Merdeen. Merdeen: It was on the orders of the Immortal. The Doctor: Oh. Well, please convey my thanks to him. Is that water? Could I have some? Merdeen: It's my ration for the next two days. Drathro's castle Drathro: Give it to him. Merdeen (on screen): What? Drathro: Give it to him. Merdeen: Oh. Yes, of course. The Doctor: No, of course not. I'd forgotten how important that stuff was down here. The Doctor: Mono-optic system, eh? Very interesting. And is the, er, Immortal on the other end of that? Tandrell: Extremely ugly. Humker: Hideous in the extreme. Drathro: Physiognomy is irrelevant. Tandrell: In so far as... Humker: Appearance has no function. Tandrell: But function has an appearance. Humker: Which is irrelevant to the function. Tandrell: Perfect. Humker: I must write that down. Tandrell: I will make an equation of it. Drathro: Cease your prattle. Humker: Of course, sir. Tandrell: At once, sir. Drathro: Activate the service robot. Now! Hut Glitz: Ah, it seems we have a pretty visitor. I'm beginning to feel better already. Sabalom Glitz, my dear, and this youth with the vacuous expression and single track mind is Dibber. Peri: Peri. Glitz: Ah. Peri: Well, obviously you're not from round here. Glitz: Merely visiting, like good yourself. Peri: Well, I hope my visit's very short. That doesn't look like it's from round here either. Glitz: It's a light converter. Peri: A what? Dibber: It funnels black light energy down to the L3. That's why we have to knock it out. Glitz: Dibber! I'm sure Peri isn't interested in professional matters. Dibber: Oh, you're right, Mister Glitz, yeah. Glitz: When we first saw you, Peri, you were not alone. Dibber: That's right, you were with a dilly in a long coat. But he disappeared down the tunnel before we... Glitz: Before we could leap forward and make your acquaintance, eh, Dibber? Dibber: Yeah, that's it. Glitz: Where is your friend now? Peri: The Doctor? Oh, he's probably still down there. For a Time Lord, he's not very good at keeping time. Glitz: The Doctor is a Time Lord? So that's how he knew where to go. Peri: What do you mean? Dibber: Sent him, did they? Peri: Who? Glitz: The Time Lords, my dear. As my friend says, he must be acting on their behalf. Peri: I don't think the Doctor's acting on anyone's behalf. Glitz: So, he's a freelance like myself. Possibly we can reach an accommodation here, my boy. Two rogues with but a single thought. Subway The Doctor: And how long has the Immortal lived in his so-called, castle? Merdeen: Since the f*re. The Doctor: Oh, five hundred years? Balazar: I do not know, Doctor. He was sent to save our lives many centuries ago. The Doctor: Hmm. And he never goes out and nobody ever comes in? Balazar: Only the young men who pass the selection. The Doctor: What selection? Balazar: To find the two cleverest youths. They go to the castle. The Doctor: Why? Balazar: It is said the Immortal eats them. The Doctor: Never believe what is said, Balazar, only what you know. Drathro's castle Humker: Why are we doing this? Tandrell: Because sir ordered it. Humker: Yes, but... Drathro: It may be needed. Hut Dibber: These bars remind me of home. I reckon I could bite me way through them. Glitz: Relax Dibber. I'll find a way to win the confidence of these simple peasants. Peri: Well, I'll like to get out of here. Katryca said something about choosing husbands for me. Glitz: There you are. Obviously she's a romantic at heart. Peri: Well, so am I, but not romantic enough to want more that one husband. Dibber: Where we come from, a woman can have as many as six. Peri: Oh, it's very similar on my planet, except we usually have them one at a time. Glitz: I should like to stand in paterfamilias for your absent father and give you away, my dear, but I always cry at these moments of deep sentiment. Dibber: I think we should help her get out. Glitz: No, no, dear boy. We may need these brutish primitives. Peri: What for? Glitz: This shows a layout of the tunnel system, all hermetically sealed. If we can persuade Katryca's people to drive a shaft into the centre, we can fill them with gas. Peri: You'd k*ll them? The people Katryca calls underground dwellers? That would be mass m*rder. Glitz: I'm sure my conscience will prick a little, but where money is concerned, that doesn't usually last long. Peri: Oh, you can't do it. Glitz: I think it will be pretty simple. Don't forget, this is a high risk business venture, Peri. The people down there take the risk, I take the profit. Dibber: That still leaves the L3. Glitz: And what chance would the robot will have without a labour force? It'll probably be quicker than trying to destroy its black light supply. Broken Tooth: Come with me. Subway Merdeen: You enter here, Doctor. The Doctor: Ah. No need to knock, I imagine. Balazar: Will I be needed? Merdeen: No. The Doctor: Lucky old you. Merdeen: When you are in the Immortal's presence you will cast your eyes to the ground. The Doctor: Will I? Merdeen: It is forbidden to look upon him. The Doctor: On pain of being turned into a pillar of salt, I imagine. That sort of thing? Merdeen: You will not find it wise to mock the Immortal. Doubtless your body will be returned to me before this day is out. The Doctor: Oh, Merdeen, why don't you just push off and guard some trains, eh? Katryca's hut Glitz: Ah, dear lady. I knew once you'd had time to consider... Katryca: Be silent, fat one. I have studied the fires and there is anger in them. Peri: Anger? Katryca: You have travelled from beyond the stars. Your intention, to steal our great totem. Only a sacrifice in the flames will propitiate the gods. Dibber: All of us? Katryca: No. Only you are the chosen one, Sabalom Glitz. Glitz: Me? Are you insane? I'm wanted in six different galaxies for crimes you couldn't even imagine. Do you think an old hag like you can bring me down? Katryca: The pyre is being built. You will be brought when your time is due. Outside Drathro's castle The Doctor: Er, this is my best side. Drathro's castle Humker: The arrogance. Tandrell: Can't wait to see how he's been programmed. Drathro: I have been waiting for this day. Welcome at last. The Doctor: You were expecting me? Drathro: For centuries. I am Drathro, an L3 robot. The Doctor: Then I fear you are under a slight misapprehension, Drathro. I only decided to come here yesterday. Drathro: You are not from Andromeda? Then where are you from? The Doctor: Gallifrey, originally, though I travel round a lot. Drathro: I have heard of Gallifrey. An advanced civilisation. The Doctor: In some ways. Drathro: I apologize for my error. The Doctor: Oh, that's all right. Even Immortals make the odd mistake every few millennia. Drathro: I am not immortal. The Doctor: Oh. Well, the locals round here seem to think you are. Drathro: These are my assistants, Tandrell and Humker. You will work with them. The Doctor: Will I? Why? Drathro: Because I command it. The Doctor: Oh. And you are obviously a robot used to getting your own way. Humker: This is remarkable, Drathro. Tandrell: Most impressive. Humker: Even the texture has an organic warmth. The Doctor: Do stop prodding me, there's a good fellow. Drathro: The Doctor is not a robot. He is an organic from an advanced civilisation. Tandrell: An organic? Humker: We've not met an organic since we passed the selection. The Doctor: Ah. I knew you two hadn't ended up for lunch. Tandrell: Explain. The Doctor: Never mind. What is this work you want me to do? Trial room Inquisitor: Is this relevant testimony, Valeyard? We seem to be straying from the point. Valeyard: Circumstantially germane, my lady, in that it is part of the prosecution's case is that the Doctor introduces a disruptive and corrupting influence wherever he goes. The Doctor: Sheer poppycock. Valeyard: If the Doctor had not visited Ravalox, then the whole chain of events we are witnessing would not have been set in motion. The Doctor: Well, how can the Boatyard make that claim? What might or might not have happened is entirely speculative. Inquisitor: That is for me to decide, Doctor. And may I remind you, the charge you face is grave indeed. The Doctor: Oh, I only have to look at the Graveyard to see that, ma'am. Inquisitor: You're puerile attempts at flippancy are not appreciated in this court, Doctor. Proceed, Valeyard. Drathro's castle Drathro: Have you found the fault yet? The Doctor: Hmm? Give me a chance. I've only just started. Drathro: The black light system is indicating incipient failure. The Doctor: Yeah, I can see that, but they don't last forever, you know. Drathro: I am trained only in installation and maintenance. The Doctor: Hmm? Oh, yeah, and very useful too. That's where the money is. Drathro: I have trained these humans to study the problem, but they make no progress. The Doctor: Well, black light is very tricky stuff, Drathro. Drathro: I have a learning capacity but my processors of ratiocination are logical. Organics often eliminate such steps. The Doctor: It's called intuition. Drathro: Your first task will be to restructure the system. The Doctor: Well, just a minute. Black light is not my field. Drathro: Then you will make it so, or die! Trial room The Doctor: I protest! Inquisitor: What now? The Doctor: Yes, now! Inquisitor: I meant, what are you protesting about this time? The Doctor: I am charged with interfering, yet it's blatantly obvious to a blind speelsnape that I am working under duress. Inquisitor: That does seem a valid point. What is the relevance of your presentation? Valeyard: If the accused hadn't interrupted, my lady, the point I wish to make would have become obvious. The Doctor: Oh, then I apologise for my outburst. As your ladyship is aware, I am unfamiliar, unlike the Valeyard, with court procedure. Inquisitor: The court accepts your apology, Doctor. Proceed. Village Dibber: What a terrible waste. Glitz: You're telling me. Dibber: No, I meant the wood. Now, if I was handling this execution I'd go to a b*llet in the back of the head. Much more economical. Peri: He has a point. Glitz: Of all the sniveling screeves to be stuck with in my moment of need, I have to get you two. Dibber: I know. Depressing, isn't it. Drathro's castle The Doctor: Oh, I'm sorry, Drathro. There's not a lot I can do down here. Drathro: I order you to work. The Doctor: Well, you can play at being the sl*ve driver all you like, but the fault doesn't lie down here. There must be a collection aerial out on the surface which is malfunctioning. I'll, I'll just pop up and have a look at it. Drathro: You will remain here and proceed with your appointed task. The Doctor: I think you must have fluff in your audio circuit. What's all this stuff for, anyway? Tandrell: It provides Drathro with his energy source. Humker: It was also to maintain the three Sleepers until they could be returned to Andromeda. The Doctor: The three Sleepers? Drathro: They are d*ad now. The relief ships failed to arrive. The Doctor: I see. Well, if this power failure's allowed to get any worse, we'll all be d*ad soon. Humker: Why? The Doctor: Because there will be an enormous expl*si*n. Now I can't impress upon you how urgent it is I go up and look at that converter's aerial. Drathro: A transparent ruse to escape. Get on with the work. The Doctor: Oh, how do you put up with him. The Doctor: Thank you. Tell me, why is water so important down here? Humker: The condensation plants produce only enough for five hundred work units. The Doctor: But it was raining buckets outside, or it was when I arrived. Drathro: I am aware that precipitation has returned to normal. The Doctor: Then why don't you let everyone just pop up and help themselves? Drathro: My instructions were to maintain an underground survival system. The Doctor: Inflexible little fellow aren't you? Here, hold that. The Doctor: Well, come on. Aren't you supposed to be programmed to be user friendly or something? Times like this one need three hands you know. We bipeds are a very inefficient design. You, Humbug, whatever your name is, hold that. The Doctor: And you, Handbag, finger on the end there. That's it, yes. Well done, splendid, yes. Well, that should just about do it. Outside Central control The Doctor: Ah. Look! Drathro: Follow him. Use your tracer disc. He must be brought back unharmed. Village Glitz: Ready? Glitz: Well done Dibber. Take this. Always keep something up your sleeve, eh, Dibber? Glitz: I want you to conceal yourself in some muddy crevice while Peri and I lead off the hunt. Peri: What hunt? Glitz: Oh, there'll be one soon. As soon as you get the chance I want you to blow that light converter to bits. Dibber: And where do we meet up? Glitz: The entrance to the tunnel. Come on, Peri. Katryca's hut Broken Tooth: Majesty! Katryca: How dare you! Broken Tooth: Forgive me, but the prisoners have escaped. Katryca: Take this. Katryca: Lead the young men on a hunting party. They must not escape! Subway Drathro (O.C.): The Doctor has absconded. Hw must be found. Merdeen: Yes, Immortal. Drathro's castle Humker: He should be k*lled. Tandrell: Very slowly. He hurt me. I hate being hurt. Humker: He hurt me more. Tandrell: A subjective judgement. Drathro: He must not be k*lled. I still need him. Marb station Merdeen: Search area green. Area red. Merdeen: Quiet. Balazar: Should we not search for the Doctor? Merdeen: I said quiet. Listen to me carefully. You are a clever man. Balazar: I am the Reader. Merdeen: People like you are needed on the surface. I will direct you there. Balazar: The surface? But nothing lives there. The f*re... Merdeen: I said listen. There is no f*re. There has been no f*re for hundreds of years. It is the only place you will be beyond the Immortal's reach. Do you understand me? Balazar: Well, what shall I do, Merdeen? How will I live? Merdeen: You will find others out there. Many I have saved from the Immortal. Balazar: If the Immortal discovers this, you will die. Why do you risk your life, Merdeen? Merdeen: I am sick of the cullings. But I have to be careful. I think Grell already suspects. Balazar: But what will you do? Merdeen: Find the Doctor and send him to you. Ravalox Peri: Come on! Drathro's castle Drathro: What is happening.? Ravalox Broken Tooth: This way. Subway The Doctor: Whoops! Merdeen: Wait, Doctor. We mean you no harm. The Doctor: You did the last time we met. Balazar: Things have changed. The Doctor: Then let me pass. I have to get out of here. Merdeen: Take Balazar with you. The Doctor: Er, yes, all right. Balazar: What will you do? Merdeen: I must stay and help others. The Doctor: I should be careful if I was you. There's a robot following me who isn't in a very friendly mood. Merdeen: Would you help us, Doctor, to crush the Immortal's power? The Doctor: Er, yes, er, perhaps. But there's something I've got to do much more important first. Come along, Balazar. Trial room Valeyard: Stop! This is another prime example of the Doctor's interference. You will note that he was in a position to free himself of the situation, yet deliberately chose not to. The Doctor: I was trying to help. Surely even a blockhead like you can see that. Inquisitor: I think we should reserve judgement until the end of the sequence. The Doctor: I agree, my lady. Tunnel entrance Balazar: It's beautiful! The Doctor: Hmm? Oh. Oh, I knew she wouldn't still be here. That girl can't obey an order. Peri: Doctor! Balazar: Who are they? The Doctor: Peri! Hurry! The Doctor: Back inside, quick. The Doctor: In you go. The Doctor: Come on! Tunnel Glitz: I always knew exercise was bad for you. The Doctor: I shouldn't lie there if I was you. Not unless you want to be k*lled with a spear in your back. Glitz: What? Did you do the job, my boy? Dibber: Of course. Underground station The Doctor: We've got to get out of here! Peri: But how? The Doctor: This way. The Doctor: Oh, no. Back. Peri: Well, now what? The Doctor: I don't know. I really think this could be the end!
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PART THREE (THE MYSTERIOUS PLANET) Written by Robert Holmes Original air date: 20 September, 1986 Run time: 24:18 Tunnel entrance Balazar: It's beautiful! The Doctor: Hmm? Oh. Oh, I knew she wouldn't still be here. That girl can't obey an order. Peri: Doctor! Balazar: Who are they? The Doctor: Peri! Hurry! The Doctor: Back inside, quick. The Doctor: In you go. The Doctor: Come on! Tunnel Glitz: I always knew exercise was bad for you. The Doctor: I shouldn't lie there if I was you. Not unless you want to be k*lled with a spear in your back. Glitz: What? Did you do the job, my boy? Dibber: Of course. Underground station The Doctor: We've got to get out of here! Peri: But how? The Doctor: This way. The Doctor: Oh, no. Back. Peri: Well, now what? The Doctor: I don't know. I really think this could be the end! Underground station Balazar: I know him. It's Broken Tooth. Glitz: Then why doesn't he f*re at you? Balazar: Broken Tooth, it's Balazar! The Doctor: f*re at the robot! Balazar: The Immortal One. Dibber: Squeeze the trigger, don't pull it. Drathro's castle Drathro: What is happening? Reactivate! Humker: We are trying. Tandrell: It doesn't respond. Drathro: You must make it work. I must have the Doctor here. My black light system is failing. Underground station Balazar: I can't believe it. You're alive! They said you'd been culled. Broken Tooth: I owe my life to Merdeen. Balazar: I too. The Doctor: Well, I hate to break up this happy reunion, but I have to find the aerial to Drathro's black light converter. Dibber: No need to hurry. It's gone. The Doctor: Gone? Where? Dibber: I blew it up. The Doctor: What? Glitz: It'll put the L3 out of action. The Doctor: More likely start a chain reaction. Drathro's black light system's highly unstable. bl*wing it up is about the worst thing you could have done. I have to shut the black light system down now. Broken Tooth: You will all return to our village. Our queen has unfinished business with this person. The Doctor: No! Broken Tooth: You will come with us, and you will come quietly. Glitz: And you had to tell him how to use the g*n. Dibber: Oh. Trial room Inquisitor: Valeyard, are these unpleasant scenes necessary to your case? I find primitive physical v*olence distressing. The Doctor: So do I, ma'am. Especially when I'm on the receiving end. Valeyard: I too find it repugnant to witness, my lady, but the Doctor has a well-known predilection for v*olence. The Doctor: That is a foul slur! Inquisitor: Do not interrupt, Doctor. The Doctor: I'm sorry, ma'am, but I'm not given to v*olence as the Valeyard here suggests. Occasionally I might have to resort to a modicum of force... Inquisitor: Please be silent. The Doctor: As a means of self defence. Inquisitor: Doctor, you will have ample opportunity to put your case at a later point. The Doctor: But... Inquisitor: Valeyard, I would appreciate it if these brutal and repetitious scenes are reduced to a minimum. Valeyard: My lady, it is certainly not my wish to cause you any unnecessary affront, but the accused offences are such that a certain amount of graphic detail is unavoidable. Inquisitor: Very well. Continue. Subway Grell: You seem lost. Merdeen: Not I, although you seem to have mislaid your train, Grell. Grell: Stealth is better achieved on foot. Especially when we hunt dark secrets. Merdeen: I thought we hunted the Doctor. Grell: Him too. Drathro (O.C.): Merdeen. Drathro's castle Merdeen (on screen): Immortal? Drathro: I have urgent work for Balazar, but I can not find him. Subway Merdeen: I will search for him at once. Grell: Where are you going? Merdeen: Continue your search for the Doctor. Drathro's castle Tandrell: I did it! I did it, I reactivated the robot. Humker: I think you'll find that I did it. Tandrell: I beg your pardon, I did it. Humker: I did it. Tandrell: I did! Humker: I did! Drathro: Silence! You drain my energy reserve with your constant infantile bickering. Katryca's hut Katryca: So, my hospitality was not to your liking? Glitz: Just needed to step out for a breath of fresh air. Katryca: And who is this? The Doctor: Ah, how do you do? I am known as the Doctor. Now, there has been a terrible mistake. I shouldn't be here at all. Katryca: Another star traveller? The Doctor: Well, in a manner of speaking. Katryca: And are you interested in the Great Totem of Haldren. The Doctor: I beg your pardon? Glitz: She means the light converter. The Doctor: Ah, yes, indeed. Now how can you possibly have known that? Katryca: Have you searched him for g*n? Broken Tooth: He has none. Katryca: That makes you very unusual for a star traveller who is interested in the Great Totem. The Doctor: Well, I've come to repair it. Katryca: Then you are very prompt, considering your friends have only recently damaged it. The Doctor: Oh, these are not my friends. Well, with one... The Doctor: And your Great Totem is not what it seems. Katryca: Then please explain. The Doctor: It's function is to convert ultraviolet rays to black light. Katryca: Interesting, though I do not understand what you are saying. The Doctor: Well, Drathro, er, the Immortal, depends on black light to function. He is a robot. Katryca: Fascinating, since your friend just told me that it was a navigational beacon. The Doctor: He lies. Katryca: A common complaint among star travellers. Glitz: I am not a liar! Katryca: How shall I know who speaks the truth? All I am certain of is the gods are angered at your coming to our world. I shall read their wishes in the flames. The Doctor: Er, I don't wish to appear discourteous, but I'd better get back to Drathro. Katryca: Remain where you are! The Doctor: You have no quarrel with us. They destroyed your beacon. Katryca: You are a star traveller. Star travelling is forbidden by the gods. The underground dweller shall remain with our tribe. The others, remove from my sight. Drathro's castle Humker: All that unpleasant green. Tandrell: It is vegetation. Humker: Why was it not b*rned, Drathro? Drathro: Only part of the planet was enveloped by f*re. Humker: What is its function? Drathro: It supports primitive life. Tandrell: Primitive life is unnecessary. Humker: So vegetation in unnecessary. Tandrell: Syllogism is also unnecessary, Humker. Humker: It was not a true syllogism, Tandrell. It contained only the major and minor premise. Tandrell: Still unnecessary, like so much that you say. Hut Dibber: Thought we'd seen the last of this place. The Doctor: Look, you've got to help us get out of here. Balazar: I dare not, Doctor. Broken Tooth: The queen will burn us in your place. The Doctor: If I don't get out of here, we'll all burn. Glitz: You're the Time Lord. Haven't you got a ring you can rub? A magic lamp? Something for these sort of emergencies? The Doctor: Hardly. More your style I'd have thought. Anyway, what does bring you here? Glitz: Purely a private enterprise, Doctor, to collect a few moldering files of no value except to scholars such as myself. The Doctor: Oh, you're a scholarly philanthropist, are you? Glitz: Exactly the description, Doctor. The Doctor: That goes around bl*wing up black light converters. Glitz: A small expediency if I am to endow a library on my home planet of Salostophus. The Doctor: In the constellation of Andromeda? Glitz: You know of it? The Doctor: Hmm. Peri: What we don't know is the name of this planet. Glitz: You mean he hasn't told you? A man of your learning, Doctor? Tut tut. This, is Earth of course. Peri: I said so, didn't I? The Doctor: But it is in the wrong position. Glitz: Only by a couple of light years. Dibber: That's why the lost expedition missed. The Doctor: What lost expedition? Dibber: Andromeda bunged off these robots in a relief ship... Glitz: Don't prattle, Dibber. All that was a long time ago. Balazar: The word Earth is mentioned many times, by the great writer H M Stationery Office. Dibber: Thought we'd seen the last of him as well. Glitz: Shut up and stand in front of me where I can keep an eye on you. The Doctor: Keep calm and stay still. It's looking for me, but I think it's confused. Glitz: Well, can't you shake its hand or something? The Doctor: How do you do? I am known as the Doctor. Glitz: Now's our chance, Dibber. Peri: We've got to help the Doctor! Glitz: He'll be all right. He's in good hands. Come on! Peri: No! Katryca's hut Katryca: Escaped? I told you to guard them! Balazar: Well, the Immortal came and took them. Broken Tooth: We both saw him, Katryca. He walked through the wall. Katryca: Get the g*n! Drathro's castle Drathro: Habitations. Tandrell: Only man makes habitations. Drathro: All life perished in the f*re. If men now live on the surface, they must have come from my biosphere. Tandrell: How can that be possible? Humker: It is forbidden. Tandrell: All work units obey you orders. Drathro: Some must have escaped. Helped to escape. That is what has happened. Humker: Is it important? Drathro: They're out of control, outside the plan. Tandrell: They're outlaws. Drathro: Now my existence is thr*at. They have destroyed the source of my energy. Take measures, create a defensive system, identify and destroy the traitors. Trial room The Doctor: All this is irrelevant and hypothetical. Valeyard: Background testimony. The Doctor: What possible value does the Farmyard here think there is in listening to some half-incapacitated robot, and a couple of diminutive nit-wits who might as well be robots? Inquisitor: You're allowing your disrespect to show again, Doctor. The Doctor: I'm sorry, ma'am, but the question still stands. Inquisitor: As prosecutor, the Valeyard has the right to include any evidence he considers to be relevant, provided he can justify its inclusion. The Doctor: But any record relating to persons not in my presence must be sheer conjecture. Valeyard: The accused is clearly ignorant of the latest methods of surveillance, my lady. Inquisitor: This evidence is taken from the Matrix, a knowledge bank fed constantly by the experiences of all Time Lords, wherever they may be. The Doctor: Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, ma'am. I know that. My whole point is that I'm not. Inquisitor: Not what? The Doctor: Not part of the scenes being shown by the Scrapyard here. I'm sorry, Valeyard. Force of habit, I apologise. Valeyard: Doctor, the experience of third parties can also be monitored and accessed if needed, as long as they are in the collection range of a TARDIS. The Doctor: Oh. But my TARDIS is an old model. Are you telling me it's been bugged without my knowledge? Inquisitor: Bugged? Valeyard: It is a reference apparently to the new surveillance system, my lady. The expression derives from an Earth term. Inquisitor: I see. I think we are wasting time on an unimportant issue. Continue the evidence, Valeyard. Ravalox Katryca: Stop, Immortal! Peri: They'll k*ll the Doctor! Glitz: We've all got to go sometime, Peri. Peri: You're all heart! Glitz: The supreme sacrifice. What a person. If I have time, I'll compose the eulogy for his funeral. Drathro's castle Drathro: They have g*n. From where? Humker: g*n can be manufactured. Tandrell: Though manufacturing requires advanced technology, Humker. Humker: Yes, but the fact that they have g*n also means that they possess advanced technology. Tandrell: False reasoning again, Humker. These are savages. Their g*n must have been supplied from without. Drathro: The Doctor. Humker: The L1 robot has ceased to function. Tandrell: From the present data that we have, that would seem a logical presumption. Humker: It is obvious. It has ceased transmitting signals. Tandrell: I was replying to Drathro. Drathro: The Doctor is from Gallifrey. He has been sent to recover the secrets left by the Sleepers. To do that, he has armed the outlaws. Therefore his intention is to ferment a rebellion against my authority. Tandrell: (quietly) And with nothing left but power from the few backup storage cells he's quite likely to win. Humker: Then what will happen to us? Tandrell: I dread to think. Subway Merdeen: Are you following me? Grell: Like you, I'm looking for a lost man. It simply occurred to me that it might prove more productive if we searched as a team. Merdeen: What makes you think the Doctor and Balazar will be together? Grell: Events. Merdeen: Meaning? Grell: I don't think the Immortal's orders are always carried out, especially when it comes to culling. Merdeen: I always supervise the cullings myself. Grell: I know. Merdeen: Then what do you mean? Grell: I think you send people outside. Merdeen: Then they are destroyed by the f*re. Does it really matter how they die? Grell: Depends whether you really believe that the surface of the planet still burns. Merdeen: I believe what the Immortal tells me. Grell: Then you are a liar. The Doctor is with Balazar, isn't he? And both of them have left the subways. Merdeen: Then why does the Immortal instruct us to search for them? Grell: I don't know. But I think we should talk about it. Unless you would prefer that I took my suspicion to the Immortal. Ravalox Balazar: Is the Immortal d*ad at last? Katryca: The Immortal's reign is ended. Broken Tooth: Katryca the Great One! Long live Queen Katryca! Villagers: Long live Queen Katryca! Balazar: Now the Immortal is d*ad, how shall men live? Katryca: In the tribe of the Free we had no need of the Immortal. We shall live as we always lived, except now, the Immortal's secrets shall be ours. Broken Tooth: How? Katryca: Do you not see, Broken Tooth? They are ours for the taking. Balazar: The Immortal's castle? Katryca: Yes, Balazar. It is ours now. All the tools are metal. All the strange materials that bend and do not break, All the mysteries and treasures of our ancient forefathers that we shall learn to use again. Do you not agree? Villagers: Yes! Katryca: Then let us att*ck! Peri: Doctor! Peri: Oh, Doctor, please. Glitz: He's a goner. You can tell by his colour. Dibber: Definitely a stiff, Mister Glitz. Peri: Help me get this thing off him. Glitz: I shouldn't bother. He's probably got horrible injuries. Dibber: Yeah, those ensign g*n can blow you to bits. Glitz: Talking of g*n, Dibber, we need the heavy a*tillery. Which, if memory serves me, are hidden not a more than a million miles from this very spot. Dibber: Good idea of mine to bring the multiblaster, eh, Mister Glitz? Glitz: I'll teach that two-faced harridan and her ignorant peasants to trifle with Sabalom Glitz. Dibber: But they've gone down the tunnel. Glitz: So? We'll blow them out through the roof. That is, if the robot doesn't get them first. Dibber: So let's fetch them, then. Glitz: No, you fetch them, Dibber. I'll meet you at the entrance. Dibber: But those multiblasters must weigh at least a hundred... Glitz: Exactly. That is why I employ you to fetch and carry. Now, cut along, there's a good lad. Peri: Doctor! The Doctor: Keep your head down! Beware the hand! Keep your head down! Peri: You're alive, I knew it. The Doctor: Oh! My head hurts abominably, Sarah Jane. Where are we? Peri: I'm not Sarah Jane, I'm Peri. The Doctor: Eh? Peri: And you're lying under the remains of a robot. The Doctor: Yes, I remember now. Get this thing off me! Peri: I've been trying to. The Doctor: Where are Katryca and the others? Peri: They've gone to the tunnels. The Doctor: Eh? Why? Peri: From what I could hear, now they've k*lled the Immortal, she's planning a takeover. The Doctor: But this isn't the Immortal, this is just. How long have they been gone? Peri: A few minutes. The Doctor: I've got to get after them. Peri: Why? The Doctor: They've got to be stopped. The situation's worse than you imagine. Peri: It always is. Underground station Katryca: How does the great door open? Broken Tooth: You turn this. Katryca: Then open it. Katryca: Balazar, you and Broken Tooth have lived in this blackness. You will lead the way. Broken Tooth: I know a tunnel that passes Marb Stati on and leads straight to the Immortal's castle. Katryca: Then forward! Drathro's castle Humker: They look very fierce, Drathro. Tandrell: Naturally. They live as wild creatures. Humker: They are coming towards us. Tandrell: Humker, you have a gift for the obvious. Humker: Surely they will not att*ck us. Tandrell: That is their intention. Humker: I do not understand the logic. We have not harmed them. Drathro: It is a rebellion. Humker: What shall we do if they break in? Drathro: I shall k*ll them. Tandrell: Their g*n destroyed the L1, Drathro. Drathro: My plating is stronger. My circuits are protected. Their g*n will k*ll only you. Humker: But if we die, who will look after your research? Drathro: The Doctor. Subway Broken Tooth: Halt. I fear the worst. Katryca: What is wrong? We are lost? Broken Tooth: Marb Station is back this way. Balazar: It is forward, and from thence the home of the Immortal. Katryca: We have no need for indecision in the tribe of the Free. Long we have waited for this moment. The Immortal is d*ad, and we shall plunder his castle. The spoils of triumph are ours. Now think, which is the way. Balazar & Broken Tooth: This way. Katryca: Am I to be surrounded by fools? We go forward. Broken Tooth: But Katryca... Katryca: Forward, I say. I have read it in the flames many times. We go forward. Drathro's castle Humker: That is not correct. Tandrell: Clearly there is a mechanical defect, Humker. Humker: An electronic malfunction. Tandrell: Perhaps the Doctor caused the problem. Humker: Have you seen this, Drathro? Drathro: I do not need to observe, my condition tells me of the movement failure of the black light system. Humker: What could have precipitated it? Tandrell: There weren't any warning signs. Drathro: The destruction of the converter's aerial. Tandrell: Destruction? Drathro: The service robot monitored the fact as it entered the village. Tandrell: Can we repair it? Drathro: No. Soon the black light system will collapse in upon itself, and we shall all cease to function. Underground station The Doctor: Trouble is, his refraction dipoles are worn out. Nothing for it now but to shut the black light system down. Peri: That sounds easy enough. The Doctor: Oh, it is, but if I shut the black light system down I must shut Drathro down as well. I can hardly see him agreeing to that. Peri: Well, what happens if he won't let you? The Doctor: Then the black light system will implode and destroy everything in these tunnels. Peri: Oh great, so that's why we're going in, is it? The Doctor: Peri, I can't let people die if there's a chance of saving them. Outside the tunnel entrance Glitz: You got the g*n, then. Dibber: Well, it looks like it, Mister Glitz. Glitz: I'll tell you something funny, Dibber. We was wrong about the Doctor. He's bunked off. Dibber: He hasn't bunked off. He's gone down there. Glitz: What? Dibber: I saw them as I came up. He had Peri with him. Glitz: So, he is after what we are. Dibber: Well, could be. Glitz: Course he is. I knew it all along. He's got no more interest in the scientific side of things than I have. Dibber: Well, you didn't fool him, telling him you're a philatelist, did you, mister Glitz? Glitz: Philanthropist, you ignorant dink. Didn't you learn nothing in that remand home? Dibber: Well, whatever the word, he guessed that you weren't one. Glitz: Don't I look like a philanthropist? Dibber: Well, how do I know? I've never seen one. Glitz: A philanthropist, my son, is someone who gives away all their grotzits out of the simple goodness of their heart. Dibber: Oh, you mean they're stupid? Oh yeah, you probably do look like one, then. Glitz: Get down that hole. Glitz: Oh dear, they are heavy, aren't they. Underground station Glitz: Oh, please, Dibber! Dibber: You always did despise muscle. Glitz: Not at all, lad. Not when there are things to carry. Anyway, Dibber, if we should run into the Doctor again... Dibber: We sh**t him. Glitz: Not a bad idea lad. But whatever you do, don't open your big pie-hole and let him know that we're after the stuff. Trial room Valeyard: The remainder of that evidence has been excised, my lady. Inquisitor: Excised? Why? Valeyard: By order of the High Council. Inquisitor: This is a judicial enquiry appointed by the High Council but independently conducted. It is my duty, Valeyard, to decide what evidence is relevant. Valeyard: Of course, my lady. The High Council simply felt that certain areas of testimony should not be revealed. Inquisitor: Why not? Valeyard: Against the public interest, my lady. Inquisitor: I cannot conduct a proper and searching enquiry without full access to the evidence. Valeyard: Naturally, Inquisitor, their honours would be quite prepared to let you consider the full record in camera. Inquisitor: And I think that would be unfair to the defendant. Do you wish to lodge an official objection at this stage, Doctor? The Doctor: Well, I, er. No, ma'am. No, let the Valeyard here continue. Give him enough rope to hang himself, eh? Inquisitor: As you wish. Proceed. Marb Station The Doctor: Hurry, Peri, there isn't much time. Peri: Well, how long before this black light thing blows up? The Doctor: There's no telling. We've got to get past Queen Katryca, into the castle and make that demented robot see sense. Merdeen: So, you have returned. The Doctor: Merdeen. Missed your train? Merdeen: The train is noisy. We hunt by foot. The Doctor: Oh. What are you hunting? Merdeen: You!
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PART FOUR (THE MYSTERIOUS PLANET) Written by Robert Holmes Original air date: 27 September, 1986 Run time: 24:20 Marb Station The Doctor: Hurry, Peri, there isn't much time. Peri: Well, how long before this black light thing blows up? The Doctor: There's no telling. We've got to get past Queen Katryca, into the castle and make that demented robot see sense. Merdeen: So, you have returned. The Doctor: Merdeen. Missed your train? Merdeen: The train is noisy. We hunt by foot. The Doctor: Oh. What are you hunting? Merdeen: You! Merdeen: Why, Grell? Why? Grell: You. Betrayed... Merdeen: No! We were not meant to live like this. We were not meant to... Merdeen: We should be free. He wanted the glory of your capture to please the Immortal. The Doctor: Don't blame yourself, Merdeen. Merdeen: I've known him all his life. I asked for him to join the guards. I helped him. I even hoped that one day he would see there is no reason for the cullings. The Doctor: Well, perhaps I can convince the Immortal of that. I must get to his castle. Merdeen: He'll k*ll you. The Doctor: Not if he thinks I can still be of use to him. Come on, there isn't much time. Drathro's castle Drathro: The black light system will collapse in upon itself and we shall all cease to function. Tandrell: We should leave here, Humker. Humker: But where would we go? Tandrell: I don't know, but Drathro says that if we stay for this expl*si*n we shall all be k*lled. So, the logical course is to leave. Humker: The wild ones. We're too late! Tandrell: You know, I've always said you talked too much. Come on! Outside Drathro's castle Broken Tooth: They are iron, Katryca. They will not yield. Katryca: Then we will cut down the wall. Fetch tools! Balazar: Wait! The doors open. Katryca: Come. The Immortal is d*ad. We have nothing to fear. Drathro's castle Katryca: It can't be! Drathro: Why have you entered here? Katryca: The g*n, Broken Tooth. Drathro: Lay aside your useless toys. I asked, why have you entered here? Katryca: We are the tribe of the Free. Drathro: You are vassals. Outside the law, outside the plan. You have brought disorder where order reigned. Katryca: I am Katryca, queen of the... Drathro: You cause me to waste energy. Now return to wait outside. You will be culled in accordance with the plan. Balazar: Oh, great Immortal one... Drathro: Go! Do not attempt to hide. My guards will track you down. Subway Humker: I remember these subways from my childhood. Tandrell: Is this the way to the surface? Humker: I said I remember the subways, Tandrell, not where they led. Tandrell: If we do not find the surface, Drathro will send his guards after us. Humker: First he must deal with the wild ones and then if there's an expl*si*n... The Doctor: Ah, Tumker and Handrail. Now, where are you two off to? Humker: We are leaving, Doctor. Tandrell: Drathro says there's going to be an expl*si*n. The Doctor: I know. Tandrell: It is a mechanical fault. Humker: Electronic. Tandrell: There is a constant external discharge from one pole to the other. The Doctor: Then I may only have minutes. Come along! Tandrell: Excuse me, do you know the way to the surface? Peri: Round the corner, keep straight, turn right at what used to be Oxford Circus, then ask again. I think. Trial room The Doctor: I didn't appear to be hurrying there, did I? But that deceptively easy gait of mine covers the ground at amazing speed. Inquisitor: I did not interrupt the evidence to commend you on your athleticism, Doctor. The Doctor: Oh. Well, you can if you like. All compliments gratefully accepted. Inquisitor: And may I remind you yet again that this is a serious trial. The Doctor: It is not serious! It's a farce! A farrago of trumped up charges. Inquisitor: You will have the opportunity in due course to rebut any or all of the Valeyard's charges. The Doctor: Oh, the Valeyard's charges. I always thought Valeyard meant learned court prosecutor. Valeyard: And so it does. The Doctor: Not in your case, sir. Your points of law are spurious, your evidence weak, verging on the irrelevant, and your reasoning quite unsound. In fact, your point of view belongs in quite another place. Perhaps the mantle of Valeyard was a mistake. I would therefore suggest that you change it for the garment of quite another sort of yard. That of the knackers' yard. For your argument is as tired and warn out as the poor, unfortunate creatures that end up there. Inquisitor: You will apologise at once! The Doctor: For telling the truth? Never! Valeyard: The Doctor is well known for these childish outbursts. I do not find the ramblings of an immature mind offensive. The Doctor: Immature? Valeyard: It is that particular state of mind that has made it necessary for you to be brought before this court. The Doctor: Immature? I was on Ravalox trying to avert a catastrophe. The deaths of several hundred innocent people! Surely not even in the eyes of Time Lords can that be deemed either immature or a crime. Valeyard: The crime was in being there, Doctor! Your immaturity was in not realising you had broken a cardinal law of the Time Lords. Your presence initiated the whole chain of events that we have witnessed. Inquisitor: Thank you, Valeyard. It was that point about the relevance of the testimony that I had intended to raise. Valeyard: My pleasure, Inquisitor. The Doctor: Oh, this is ridiculous. Drathro's black light system was in a state of terminal decay before I even arrived on that planet. Valeyard: That is not in question. However, but for your intervention, the two technological trainees, Humker and Tandrell, might have repaired the defect. The Doctor: Oh, after Dibber had blown the aerial up? Ridiculous. Anyway, those two couldn't repair a leaking tap. Inquisitor: May we continue? I tire of this empty banter. Valeyard: Of course, my lady. Outside Drathro's castle The Doctor: What's happened? Balazar: Alas, Doctor, these are woeful times for the tribe of the Free. The queen is d*ad. Peri: Katryca? How? Balazar: The Immortal struck her down with a bolt of lightning. The Doctor: Where is he now? Balazar: The all-powerful is in his castle. Peri: Why'd he let you go? Balazar: We are waiting to be culled. The Doctor: Oh, you'll be culled all right, if I don't get inside that castle, along with everybody else around here. Drathro, this is the Doctor. Let me in at once, do you hear me? Merdeen: It's no good, Doctor. You can only speak to the Immortal through the communication box. The Doctor: Oh, I forgot. He doesn't exactly entertain very much, does he? Right, quickly, man. Take me to the nearest one. Subway Dibber: How do we find this castle? Glitz: Dibber, stop. I must rest. I am exhausted. Dibber: If we ever do find this castle, and we knock out the L3, how do you know we're going to find all these secrets that you keep on about? Glitz: Would I have spent all the time, effort, not to mention a small fortune, if I wasn't certain on that point? Dibber: Yeah, but even if we do find them, they might not be worth anything. Not after five hundred years. Glitz: Do me a favour, Dibber. The Sleepers found a way into... Glitz: The biggest net of information in the... Trial room The Doctor: What is going on? Inquisitor: That question had formed in my mind, Valeyard. Valeyard: The information extracted is for your eyes and ears only, my lady. Inquisitor: Something else that is not in the public interest to reveal? Valeyard: Exactly, my lady. The Doctor: Well, this is a charade. If that information was known to those two rogues, what possible reason can there be from concealing it from this court? Valeyard: This trial is concerned only with your actions, Doctor, and their consequences, nothing else. Wider issues, if there are any, are not within our terms of reference. Inquisitor: Perhaps that is something I should decide, Valeyard. Valeyard: Of course, my lady, but my own instructions were to peruse only matters pertinent to the central issue. Inquisitor: That is accepted. However, I should like to see the last sequence again. The Doctor: Yes. Subway Glitz: Do me a favour, Dibber. The Sleepers found a way into the-- the biggest net of information in the universe. Do you think they were nicking recipes for making chutney? Dibber: Yeah, but do you know what the secrets are? Glitz: Facts, my son, figures, formulas. Travelling faster than light, anti gravity power, dimensional transference. Scientific stuff like that. Worth a fortune. Dibber: How? Glitz: Oh. We sell it, Dibber. A government here, a federation there. They're all in the market for that sort of hi-tech cobblers. Don't think about it, Dibber. You'll give yourself a hernia. By a communications box Merdeen: The Immortal does not always answer. Drathro (O.C.): Yes, Merdeen? Merdeen: Immortal, you commanded me to find the Doctor. I have him here. Drathro (O.C.): Show me. The Doctor: I have returned to help you, Drathro. Drathro (O.C.): You are too late. Drathro's castle The Doctor (on screen): If I believed that, I would not be here. Drathro: You are here because Merdeen found you. The Doctor (on screen): No, Drathro, I came voluntarily. There may yet be time to fix the black light system. Drathro: Very well, Doctor. Present yourself at my portals alone. Merdeen? Merdeen (on screen): Yes, Immortal? Drathro: Assemble my guards. Cull all the organics who stand waiting outside my castle. Merdeen: At once, Immortal. Drathro: Humker? Tandrell? By a communications box Peri: You can't do it, Merdeen. You can't k*ll all those innocent people. Balazar: Peri is right. You have seen the truth. It would be m*rder to k*ll them. Merdeen: Neither can I free them. Peri: Well, just leave them. Leave them for the present, anyway. Merdeen: The Immortal will k*ll me. Peri: Oh Merdeen, if the Doctor's right, we're all in danger anyway. We might all die. Drathro's castle The Doctor: Well, I don't need a computer to tell me that system is defunct. I must shut it down. Drathro: No! You will not shut it down! The Doctor: But it's the only way. Drathro: If the system is shut down, I too cease. The Doctor: But if it's allowed to run wild and lead to... Drathro: Termination point. The Doctor: Yes, then you'll cease then, Drathro. And so will everything else around here. Drathro: That does not matter, Doctor. All that you see it my creation. The Doctor: But there are several hundred people here as well, Drathro. Drathro: The work units exist only to serve me. Without me they would have no function. The Doctor: You can't see beyond the end of your tin nose, can you? Drathro: Is that abuse? The Doctor: Listen. Drathro: I am listening. The Doctor: You are only a robot. The people out there, the work units, the organics, whatever you choose to call them, they're living creatures, Drathro. They have a right to their lives. Drathro: Explain why. The Doctor: In your terms, I can't. Whoever programmed you forgot to include moral values. Drathro: I know of values. Is your point that organics are of more value than robots? The Doctor: Yes, if you want to look at it that way. Drathro: Then why should I be in command of organics if they are of greater value? The Doctor: Without organics there wouldn't be any robots. There'd be no one to create them. Drathro: Accepted. This shows that robots are more advanced, therefore of more value. Outside Drathro's castle Peri: Is there another way into the castle, Merdeen? Merdeen: Another way? Peri: Well, you know what I mean. A back door or something. Merdeen: There are only the big doors. Peri: Well, there must be some other way in. Merdeen: Why? Peri: The Doctor might need help. I've got to get in there. Balazar: There's the ration chute. Peri: Ration chute? Merdeen: Of course. Each day the Immortal sends out food to the work units. Perhaps that leads into the castle. Peri: Merdeen, you're a pal. Oh, you're both pals. Now show me. Drathro's castle The Doctor: Your trouble is, Drathro, that you've no concept of what life is. Drathro: I have studied my work units for five centuries. I understand all their responses. What you would call life. The Doctor: Understanding is not the same as knowing, Drathro. Your work units are the result of millions of years of development. Life, Drathro. Drathro: I understand evolution. The Doctor: But you don't. If you could understand one tenth of what life was about, you'd want me to save those people out there. Drathro: Why? I have said that without me they have no purpose. The Doctor: Everything in life has its purpose, Drathro. Every creature plays its part. But the purpose of life is too big to be knowable. A million computers couldn't solve that one. Drathro: This discussion is of no value. I do not wish the work units to continue when I have ceased to function. The Doctor: Oh, that's it, isn't it? Hubris! Drathro: Hubris? The Doctor: Yes, hubris. False pride. A human sin. You've controlled your pointless little empire for too long. Now you can't see anything beyond it. Outside Drathro's castle Glitz: We'll have to blast through them, Dibber. Dibber: Don't like it, Mister Glitz. Glitz: Five rounds rapid should do the trick. Dibber: And what if the L3's still functioning? Glitz: Eh? Dibber: What if he's got an emergency backup support system? Glitz: There are a lot of what ifs there, lad. Dibber: Yeah, but the most important of all is, what if I'm right? If we blast our way through there, well, he's not going to sit there on his iron botty, is he. Glitz: I see what you mean. Dibber: We walk through those doors and boom! Glitz: Boom, eh? Dibber: Well, he's probably got the floor mined. That's what I'd do. Glitz: You'd better go in first, then. Dibber: Oh, very droll, Mister Glitz. Now, what we got to do, we got to pick him off somehow so that he doesn't even know what's h*t him. Subway Peri: Oh I don't know. All these tunnels look the same to me. Are you sure this leads into the castle? Merdeen: It must do. Balazar: There's no where else it could go. Peri: Talk about the tradesman's entrance. Glitz: Well, well. Peri: Glitz and Dibber. I wondered where you two had got to. Glitz: How do you do? Where is your friend, the Doctor? Peri: He's in the castle. Glitz: He didn't hang about, did he? Peri: I'm worried about him. Glitz: So am I. Peri: Well, Merdeen thinks we can get in through this hatch. Glitz: Go on, then. Drathro's castle The Doctor: It's only a matter of minutes, Drathro. Can't I make you see sense? Drathro: It is finished. The Doctor: It's not just this planet. Nobody knows where a black light expl*si*n might end. There's never been one. Drathro: There will be soon. The Doctor: Some people think it might cause a chain reaction which could roll on until all matter in the galaxy is exhausted. Is that what you want? Drathro: It is no longer of concern to me. The Doctor: Others believe an expl*si*n might cause dimensional transference, which would thr*at the s*ab of the entire universe. Trial room The Doctor: Is that what I should have allowed to happen? The destruction of the universe? Drathro's castle The Doctor: These systems are protected by three shut-down levers. I must close them, Drathro. I must! Drathro: Look! The Doctor: What is it? Drathro: Intruders in the food production chamber! Drathro: So, that was your intention, Doctor. The Doctor: What? Drathro: To distract me. The Doctor: That's Peri. The Doctor: You can't do that! You can't! Outside Food Processing Balazar: What's happening? Food Processing chamber Peri: What are we going to do? If we don't drown to death, we'll be fried. Drathro's castle The Doctor: No! Food Processing chamber Dibber: Stand back. Drathro's castle Glitz: We come in friendship! Peri: Doctor, are you all right? The Doctor: Yeah, I'm all right for the moment, though not for long I fear. Glitz: What? Drathro: I would k*ll you all now, but it is unnecessary. We are waiting for something the Doctor tells me is unique. A black light expl*si*n. Glitz: Do something, Dibber. Dibber: Such as what? The Doctor: I've been trying to convince this mobile junk heap here that none of this need happen if he'd only let me shut the system down. Glitz: That seems eminently sensible. The Doctor: Oh, he won't listen to reason. He needs black light to function so he sees no reason why the rest of us should survive. That is roughly your narrow, egotistical little view, isn't it, Drathro? Drathro: If I am doomed, then you are all doomed. Glitz: Now, wait a minute. I mean, why don't we just. I mean, if it's only black light you want, Drathro, we have plenty of that. Don't we, Dibber? Dibber: Do we? Glitz: On the ship, Dibber. Dibber: Oh, the black light. Yeah, we've got so much of that sometimes we can hardly see. Drathro: There is black light on your ship? Glitz: As my friend says. So, what I suggest we do is you come with us and we'll fix you up, eh? Drathro: Why? Glitz: Well, I hate to see a good looking robot like you go to waste. I'll tell you what else we can do for you. We can drop you back in the constellation of Andromeda. How about that? Drathro: It is possible? Glitz: And, oh, the secrets. Of course, you must bring them. I mean, they'll expect you to bring them. Drathro: How far from here is your ship? Glitz: Oh, right outside, really. No distance at all. Drathro: I could function for a short distance. Glitz: Of course you could. Drathro: Then I accept your offer. Take that. Tie these others up. I will fetch the secrets. Glitz: You two, over there. The Doctor: Well done! Dibber: Sorry, Doc. You heard what he said. The Doctor: Don't be a fool! Glitz: Slip-knot, Doctor. The best I can do for you. The Doctor: Strange how low cunning succeeds where intelligent reasoning fails. Glitz: Don't knock low cunning, Doctor. You're still here, aren't you? Oh, that's it is it? The secrets. My word, there should be a lot there. All microdots, no doubt. Come along then, Dibber. Open the door for the Immortal. The Doctor: Quickly, you've got to help me. It's a three stage cut-out. We've got to try and shut the machine down. Peri: Will that prevent an expl*si*n? The Doctor: All I can do now is hope to contain it. Peri, press that row of buttons in front of you. Peri: Which ones? The Doctor: All of them! Merdeen, flick up all the switches with red neons on them. Merdeen: Neons? The Doctor: Oh, show him, Peri. Peri: Those. How long have we got? The Doctor: Not long. Oh, these levers haven't been moved in centuries. Peri: Now what? The Doctor: Get out of here, the pair of you. Peri: What about you? The Doctor: Get out! Merdeen, take her. The Doctor: I did my best. I only hope it's enough. Underground station Glitz: It's bl*wing up! Dibber: Er, you're not going to like this, Mister Glitz. Glitz: Is it finished? Dibber: All finished. And the secrets. Glitz: Eh? Dibber: Well, except for this. Glitz: And what's that? Dibber: It's a piece of black light converter aerial. Pure silictone. Glitz: The hardest known metal in the galaxy. Dibber: And the most expensive. What's more, there's got to be a couple of tons of the stuff... Glitz: I'm way ahead of you, my son. You know we could clean up on this job very nicely. What's more, we have a tasty little kitty for the next venture. Humker: Fresh air. What a wonderful smell. Tandrell: Do you know, you're right. Absolutely wonderful. Humker: That's the first time you've ever agreed with me. Tandrell: I know. Strange, isn't it. Marb station The Doctor: And still the lobster held on. You're in a worse mess than I am. Balazar: Are Merdeen and Peri safe? The Doctor: You can ask them for yourself. Merdeen: Balazar! Peri: Oh, I wish you wouldn't keep frightening me like this. The Doctor: I told you to get out of here. Peri: Please don't start. I'm too tired and too scared to cope. The Doctor: All right. Balazar: This seems to be the end, Doctor. As it is written in the books. The Doctor: No, Balazar. For you, this is the beginning. Chapter one, paragraph one, as they say. Take your people up to the surface where they belong. Balazar: Yes. Perhaps at last we shall find the habitat of the Canadian goose. The Doctor: Perhaps. The Doctor: Mmm. I think dinner's on him. Farewell, my loquacious friend. Right, let's get back to the TARDIS. Peri: It's the other way. The Doctor: What is? Peri: The TARDIS. The Doctor: I know. It's that way. Yes. Farewell. But there are still one or two questions that have to be answered, like who moved this planet two light years off its original course, and what was in that box that Glitz and Dibber were so interested it? Balazar: Goodbye, Old One, and thank you for your help. Peri: Old One. Hey, that's cute. The Doctor: I always knew there was an evil streak in you. Old One indeed. Trial room The Doctor: Well, that's one up to me, I think. There can't be many people who can literally claim to have saved the entire universe. Well, if that's all the muck you can rake up... Valeyard: Sit down. Smugness does not become you, Doctor. The Doctor: That is an irrelevant observation. I think it's now my turn to prevent the case for the defence. Inquisitor: In due course. The Doctor: Well, that's not fair. Look, I wish it put on record that my involvement in the affairs of that planet resulted in the freedom of Drathro's underground slaves. Inquisitor: That has been noted. The Doctor: And despite the fact that evidence has been withheld, my presence there was most specifically requested. Valeyard: You showed little reluctance in complying with the request. The Doctor: Well, lives were at stake. Valeyard: Lives were lost, and because of your meddling, Doctor. The Doctor: I deny that. Without my help, an entire civilisation might have been wiped out. Valeyard: Without your interference it might have involved less sacrifice of human life. The Doctor: That was a risk I had to take. Valeyard: Risk! Risk! Hear how the Doctor condemns himself by his own words. Inquisitor: Gentlemen! Doctor, perhaps you should heed the Valeyard. May I suggest that for the time being you have said enough. The Doctor: Said enough? Said enough? I have a great deal more to say. Inquisitor: Be silent, Doctor. The Doctor: I wish to demonstrate... Inquisitor: You will have your turn when the Valeyard has finished his presentation. Valeyard: Thank you, Inquisitor. The Doctor: Well, if the rest of his presentation is as riveting as the first little epic, wake me when it's finished. Valeyard: Finished? I've barely started. The Doctor: Well, for nothing more than your future in the legal profession, I only hope your evidence gets a little better. Valeyard: Oh yes, Doctor, much better. The most damning is still to come. And when I have finished, this court will demand your life.
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PART FIVE (MINDWARP) Written by Philip Martin Original air date: 04 October, 1986 Run time: 24:42 Trial room Valeyard: Members of the court, we have just witnessed a typical glorious escapade of the Doctor. The Doctor: Madam! I ask that the court protect me from the abuse of the Brickyard here. Valeyard: How pathetic and juvenile are your attempts at humour. Inquisitor: Gentlemen, may I remind you this is a court of law, not a debating society for maladjusted, psychotic sociopaths. You will both conduct yourselves in an orderly manner and show proper respect for the judicial procedure. I hope I make myself very clear. Inquisitor: And Doctor, the prosecuting counsel's title is the Valeyard. Not the brickyard, backyard, knacker's yard or any other kind of yard. Again, do I make myself clear? The Doctor: Piercingly and irrefutably so, madam. Inquisitor: Proceed. Valeyard: As I was saying, we have just witnessed a sequence in the Doctor's history which illustrated perfectly his almost gleeful pleasure in interfering in the development of alien life forms. The Doctor: I object! Inquisitor: Sit down and shut up! Valeyard: Thank you, Sagacity. The Doctor: Sagacity? You sycophant. Since when has that been a form of address used in a Gallifreyan court of law? Valeyard: I am simply showing respect to our learned Inquisitor. Inquisitor: An attitude I much approve. The Doctor: Well, you would, wouldn't you? Sagacity, indeed. Inquisitor: Doctor! Continue. Valeyard: I should now like to present the Doctor's next frightening adventure. In fact, the one in which he was engaged when removed from time and brought to this court. Inquisitor: Doctor? The Doctor: What about the box? Inquisitor: The box? The Doctor: And the fact that Earth was two light years away from its original position? Valeyard: That is not relevant to this segment of evidence. The Doctor: It was relevant enough to be bleeped from the Matrix record. Inquisitor: The Valeyard is quite right. That is a matter for the High Council to adjudicate upon. It is not the business of this trial. Valeyard: If we may see from the Doctor's arrival on the planet Thoros Beta. Twenty fourth century, last quarter, fourth year, seventh month, third day. Thoros Beta Peri: Whoa, far out. Are you quite sure this is the planet you aimed for? The Doctor: Mmm hmm. Fancy a swim? Peri: In that goo? No thanks. The Doctor: It's a pretty colour. Peri: It's certainly an amazing one. For a sea, that is. Is that this planet's moon? The Doctor: No, that's its twin planet, Thoros Alpha. Come along, then. Peri: I'll just fetch my galoshes. The Doctor: Oh, so much fuss over a little water. Peri: No, but pink water. The Doctor: Are you frightened it might clash with what you're wearing? Peri: No, I'm more concerned I might clash with what lives in it. The Doctor: Oh, you aren't going to come to any harm. It's quite safe. The Doctor: As long as you don't hang about. Trial room The Doctor: Are you really offering this inconsequential silliness as evidence? Inquisitor: The Doctor has a point. Surely we could join this segment at a more relevant place? Valeyard: My apologies for wasting the court's time, Sagacity. Thoros Beta Peri: I can't get over how weird this place is. The Doctor: Hmm? Yes, I suppose it is. Peri: Difficult to believe there's any industry here. The Doctor: Yet this was manufactured here, somewhere. The Doctor: It appears to be multi-functional. Varying fields of energy projection. Quite advanced. Peri: Doctor! The Doctor: It's more advanced than I thought. It seems it can liquefy as well as stun. Peri: Are you sure that thing was made here? The Doctor: Peri, a w*rlord of Thordon wouldn't use his dying words to lie to us. Remember what he said? Thoros Beta, send more beams that k*ll. Peri: Beams that k*ll wasn't the only thing he had on his mind. Dirty old w*rlord. Glad we left that place when we did. The Doctor: The thing is, how did a bunch of skull-crackers like the Warlords come to own such a device? Peri: Does it really matter how they blow each other to bits? The Doctor: Matter? Of course it matters. An advanced culture manipulating the destinies of a less developed civilisation? If that's what's going on here, it's got to be stopped. Peri: By us? The Doctor: Who else is there? Valeyard (O.C.): Who else is there? Trial room Valeyard: Your very words condemn you, Doctor, show your arrogance. The Doctor: Sorry? Valeyard: You feel only you have the right to meddle. Anyone else with that ambition, according to you, should be stopped. The Doctor: Well, you'll soon discover I made the right decision. Thoros Beta Peri: You know, I've never seen a tide go out so quickly. Do you think it's to do with that? The Doctor: I shouldn't think so. There must be some sort of mechanical tide control. The Doctor: Ah ha! Cave mouth The Doctor: And I wouldn't be at all surprised if it was housed in here. Peri: Well, why would they want to control the tide? The Doctor: Well, er, why not? Come on. Cave Peri: Do you think this wise, Doctor? The Doctor: My dear girl, if I stopped to question the wisdom of my actions, I'd never have left Gallifrey. Peri: Sometimes I wish you hadn't. The Doctor: Oh? Peri: Doctor, look. Trial room Valeyard: Another death, Doctor? The Doctor: The CD phaser discharged accidentally. Rerun the struggle, see for yourselves. Valeyard: No need. There are clearer examples of your guilt to come. Cave Peri: Why did it att*ck us? The Doctor: I don't know. The Doctor: Perhaps it was because of that. Peri: Look, Doctor, I know how you hate me stating the obvious, but don't you think we should get away from here? Peri: That klaxon's bound to attract someone's attention. The Doctor: Mmm, yeah. Just a moment, this is incredible. Such sophistication. Peri: Well, what is it? The Doctor: As I suspected, a device for extracting energy from the sea. Something your planet had the technology to do long before its fossil fuels ran out, but they didn't bother. This is just an auxiliary console, though. The main control room must be somewhere else. Peri: That thing must have been brighter than it looked. The Doctor: Oh, I doubt if that could even tie its own shoelaces. It may have operated this console, but it certainly didn't build it. Peri: Oh, dear. The Doctor: Yes. Oh, dear. Frax: m*rder. Peri: That thing att*cked us. Frax: The Raak was not programmed to att*ck. You must have thr*at him. Fetch a stretcher. The Doctor: All we did was land here. Frax: Where is your submersible? The Doctor: Further along the shore. Frax: You are part of Crozier's new group? The Doctor: Oh yes, yes, of course. Absolutely. Frax: There will have to be an enquiry about this death. The Doctor: We will help in any way we can. Frax: The Raak was proud of his upgrading. Happy to be in service to the Mentors. The Doctor: I'm sure he was. It's a pity he lost his head and decided to att*ck us. Peri: It was an accident. Frax: Take him to the dissection lab. There must have been a regression. They'll want to know why. You will come with us. We will take you to Crozier's laboratory. When he has verified your identities, you will be released. The Doctor: Oh, absolutely. Security is very important. Frax: Glad you agree. The Doctor: Yeah. Frax: Er, if you don't mind. The Doctor: Oh, of course. Can't be too careful. Yes, very good. Absolutely right. Operating room Crozier: Let us pacify the brain of this barbarian. Outside the Operating room Frax: You must wait. Crozier cannot be disturbed. Peri: Oh, what a pity, huh? The Doctor: Yes, can't wait to see good old Crozier. Frax: Old? He is young for a man of science. Perhaps you should describe Crozier for me. The Doctor: Crozier. Well, er, young. Ish. Er, look, shouldn't we attend to the Raak first? Frax: Why? He is d*ad. The Doctor: Well, I think it just winked at Peri. Peri: Oh, cheek. The Doctor: No accounting for alien taste. Frax: He is d*ad. The Doctor: Not necessarily. Look, may I examine him? You can trust me, I am a doctor. Frax: Like Crozier? The Doctor: Yes, just like young Crozier. Nurse, could you prepare to apply the, er, skedaddle test? Peri: Are you sure that's wise? The Doctor: Come round here. I think the alternative could be much worse. Hold that, will you? Right, ready to apply the test, Sister? Peri: More than ready, Doctor. The Doctor: On the count of three, then. One, two, three. Frax: Let them go. There's nothing down there, only the Lukoser. We'll wait here for a minute and then pick up their bodies. Tunnel Peri: What's that? The Doctor: Bone. From some animal I don't recognise. Snapped off? Sharp, jagged edges? Peri: Doctor, let's go back to the TARDIS, huh? Peri: What's that? The Doctor: Indeed. Peri: Doctor, there. The Doctor: It's a man. Peri: Alone. Oh, Doctor, he's chained. Peri: Are you okay? The Doctor: Yes. Yes, I am now. It also explains how the tooth marks come to be on this. Peri: What is he? The Doctor: Looks like a man, acts like a wolf. Lycanthropy? Peri: But how? Good boy, nice dog. Nice man. Can you help us? We're wondering if you... The Doctor: Be careful! Dorf: Help me. Peri: Doctor, he's crying. Dorf: Help me. The Doctor: No one following. Yet, that is. Peri: We must go back. He asked for help. The Doctor: Not yet. Peri: He said, help me. Oh, Doctor, what's going on here? Sea monsters upgraded to operate machinery, a wolf-man who begged for help. The Doctor: Let's find out. The Doctor: Not yet. I have a feeling there are more important considerations first. Peri: Who could keep a creature in such torment? The Doctor: Who indeed. Someone's coming. Peri: Did you? The Doctor: I did. Well, that explains the CD phaser sales to Thordon. Sil'd sell anything from bows and arrows to planet disintegrators. Peri: Why is he here? And those others like him? The Doctor: They live here. Thoros Beta's Sil's home planet. Didn't you know? Peri: Only because you didn't tell me, Doctor. The Doctor: Didn't I? Peri: You know I'd never want to come within light years of that creep again. Last time he tried to turn me into a bird woman. The Doctor: How could I forget? It cost me a fortune in bird seed. Peri: I want out, and I mean it. The Doctor: Come on, mustn't lose track of your friend Sil. Courtyard Valeyard: Do you relish danger, Doctor? The Doctor: Not particularly. Valeyard: Yet you seem to court it so obviously. The Doctor: Well, even a nervous Time Lord must appear to act with competence at all times. Valeyard: At the risk of his companion's life? The Doctor: And his own sometimes. Valeyard: Already the unfortunate Peri has survived a struggle with the Raak, escaped from the guards. And who, Doctor, was sent to examine the wolf-man? The Doctor: Well... Valeyard: Who went into danger first? The Doctor: Well, she just happened to be the nearest. Valeyard: Your assistant, as usual. Sagacity, I have calculated on a random Matrix sample that the Doctor's companions have been placed in danger twice as often as the Doctor. The Doctor: Well, there have been many companions, but only one me. Inquisitor: What is the point you're attempting to make, Valeyard? Valeyard: That you remember such information when judgement is considered on taking the Doctor's life and all future regenerations. Inquisitor: It is noted. The Doctor: This is the most ridiculous, preposterous, travesty of a trial since the so-called witches of Enderhive. Inquisitor: Doctor! You have been warned about your behaviour. Let us proceed. Commerce room Kiv: Must you bring your lunch in here? Sil: I do not wish to miss a moment of your infinite capacity to generate profit for Thoros Beta, Magnificence. Marsh minnow, Magnificence? Kiv: This Thordon world. The Krontep warriors have succeeded in subduing the massed hordes of the Tonkonp Empire. We must negotiate with the Krontep king. Usual contracts, development loans, some limited scientific advance. What is the position regarding King Yrcanos? Sil: He is still being persuaded by Crozier to cooperate happily. I think that is the word. Operating room Yrcanos: Blood. Death. Terror. k*ll! Crozier: Increase the PULD pulse immediately. Yrcanos: Groan. Die. Matrona: Why is the pacification not working? Crozier: It will. I'll add a few more mills of power. Crozier: Yrcanos is a barbarian king. He knows only one thing, how to fight, therefore he is fighting our attempts to give him peace and tranquillity. Yrcanos: Scum. Crozier: The more stupid the subject, the longer it takes. Now, Matrona, the ganglions, as you noticed, have not recovered from the lesions. Matrona: Yes, but why detach both junctions of the lutein... Crozier: You are forbidden! What happened? An accident? Frax: No, sir. m*rder. Commerce room Kiv: In the event of a major discovery, their lease from the Thordonians will be for thirty years at a royalty rate of forty percent to us. Kiv: That should keep you in marsh minnows for a while, Sil. Sil: How lovely, Magnificence. Outside the Operating room The Doctor: They weren't hanging about. Peri: Neither did they look very pleased. The Doctor: Well, perhaps they've had some bad news. Hmm. Peri: Doctor! Trial room Valeyard: If I might beg the court's indulgence. Inquisitor: Valeyard. Valeyard: Sagacity, may I be so bold as to suggest that we have already seen enough? The Doctor: Oh, I second that. I've already seen quite enough of Sil, thank you. Valeyard: We have now seen many examples of the Doctor's interference. We have heard the many requests from the Doctor's companion to withdraw from the situations we have witnessed, yet constantly, blatantly, they have been ignored. The Doctor: Minor errors of judgement, nothing more. Inquisitor: Valeyard, you have asked for the death penalty. That is now a matter of record. Whereas I do not concur with the prisoner when he interrupts with the statement that his offences are minor, you will have to provide this court with far more positive evidence of his guilt if you wish me to take your plea seriously. The Doctor: Indeed. And my conscience is absolutely clear when I say that he will be unable to provide such evidence. So, can we please get back to discussing why Earth was two light years away from its original position, and what was in the box that Sabalom Glitz was so interested in? Inquisitor: Be silent. Valeyard: It is simply in my mind not to waste the court's time with endless repetitions of what we have already seen. Inquisitor: Let me be the judge of that, Valeyard. Valeyard: Sagacity. The Doctor: My lady, it is as clear as the warts on an Edarg's face that the Valeyard has lost his nerve. He keeps saying that he has the most damning evidence, but where is it? I suggest to you, my lady, that this evidence does not exist. Whereas the fact that Earth was two light years away from its original position is incontrovertible. Inquisitor: Sit down and shut up! Although I deplore the Doctor's constant interruptions, I must again concur that he has a point. If you want the Doctor's head, Valeyard, you must work for it. Let us proceed. Commerce room Kiv: What is next on the agenda? Ah! Ah! Oh, my head! Sil: It will soon pass. Kiv: The pressure gets worse each time. Something must be done, or soon you will be called Magnificence. Sil: Long may that day be postponed, great Kiv. Sil: You must not enter sacred Commerce room while profit is in progress. Crozier: There's trouble. Sil: Concerning what? Crozier: My hopes of saving him. Sil: Show more respect to the Magnificence. Kiv: What has happened? Crozier: The Raak is d*ad, k*lled by intruders. Frax: They claimed he att*cked them. Sil: Then manufacture another one. Crozier: That's not easily done, nor is it the point of my concern. Matrona: The Raak was not aggressive. Sil: So? Crozier: If the Raak, unprovoked, did att*ck, then he might revert genetically. Until I know, until I can question the strangers in detail, I cannot guarantee the success of your transference, my lord. Kiv: You must relieve my suffering! Matrona: We have hopes the radical treatment will succeed this time, my lord. Sil: So much depends on the life of Lord Kiv. The making of mega-wealth, the funding for your work. Crozier: I must know that success will be certain. Kiv: You said that last time. Sil: Where are these strangers? Frax: Escaped. I've sent every bearer and guard searching after them. Kiv: I trust this is not an excuse for delay, Mister Crozier? You know if the experiment on my person is unsuccessful, you will die. Crozier: I accept that. Kiv: Take charge, Sil. I will be d*ad as that Raak if I wait for them to find the intruders. At once! Before I perish! Then where will you be, eh? d*ad. No, worse than that. Poor. Oh, oh, oh, my head! Operating room The Doctor: Hmm. Yuk. Peri: Urgh. Yrcanos: Help. Peri: He's alive! The Doctor: Not necessarily. Hmm. Ah ha. Peri: What is it? The Doctor: A brain impulse there. Oh, I see. Well, we can't have that. Peri: Doctor. The Doctor: Ah. How nice to see a familiar face again. Sil: Doctor and, ah yes, your revoltingly ugly assistant. Age has not improved you since Varos. Peri: From you that's a compliment. The Doctor: What can we do for you, Sil? Sil: Tell us why you had to k*ll our most promising experiment. Crozier: The Raak. The Doctor: It att*cked us. Crozier: I doubt that very much. Sil: Doctor, we have the means to instill cooperation. There's the technology to alter how brains think. Would you like to try the helmet on for size? The Doctor: Not just now, thanks. Sil: But I insist, Doctor. Our warrior king must have completed his advancement cycle. You must replace him so we may coax the truth from your devious brain. The Doctor: I am sufficiently advanced already. Sil: Silence! Or you will be obliterated. Sil: Now, the Raak didn't att*ck you, did he. The Doctor: Yes, it did. Sil: Can you use the helmet to extract the truth of what happened? Crozier: I've never tried. It could be fatal, used as a means of interrogation. Sil: The Doctor won't mind donating his sanity to the advancement of science, will you, Doctor?
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PART SIX (MINDWARP) Written by Philip Martin Original air date: 11 October, 1986 Run time: 24:45 Operating room Sil: Doctor, we have the means to instill cooperation. There's the technology to alter how brains think. Would you like to try the helmet on for size? The Doctor: Not just now, thanks. Sil: But I insist, Doctor. Our warrior king must have completed his advancement cycle. You must replace him so we may coax the truth from your devious brain. The Doctor: I am sufficiently advanced already. Sil: Silence! Or you will be obliterated. Sil: Now, the Raak didn't att*ck you, did he. The Doctor: Yes, it did. Sil: Can you use the helmet to extract the truth of what happened? Crozier: I've never tried. It could be fatal, used as a means of interrogation. Sil: The Doctor won't mind donating his sanity to the advancement of science, will you, Doctor? Yrcanos: You there! Sil: Don't sh**t him! We need him alive sign contracts! Yrcanos: m*rder me, do you? Slime! Demon! Sorcerer! Yrcanos: Don't be afraid. I've taken the brain purge and survived. Sil: Stop him! Stop him! Stop him! Yrcanos: Die! Yrcanos: Rombrom ssssssss sabaluma. Tunnel Peri: Can we rest a moment? Oh, Doctor. Doctor! Yrcanos: Open a vein. Let out the evil those devils have put into him. Peri: Oh, it's Peri. Peri! The Doctor: So far up above myself on the table down below. Yrcanos: Sorcerers. Evil demons. Soul stealers. They have my equerry Dorf in a dungeon somewhere. We must release him or die in the attempt. Were you captured by the slugs who rule this ball of mud and water? Peri: Yes. Yrcanos: We must find some w*apon. Some of those that turn one's enemies to slime. We must k*ll all who stand between us and victory. We'll grind every last slug beneath our feet, yes? Peri: Yes. Look, I just want to get out of here. Yrcanos: We must raise an army and att*ck and destroy the Mentors, yes? Peri: Yes, sure, anything you say. Yrcanos: Come on. Your mind will soon clear. We'll pile the heads of our enemies before us, like melons in a heap. The Doctor: I would enjoy that. Peri: What? Yrcanos: I like him. We will campaign together. But first, we must march. What is his name? Peri: The Doctor. Yrcanos: Rrrrrrrsssssssss! I am Yrcanos, King of the Krontep, Lord of the Vingten, Conqueror of the Tonkonp Empire. But you no doubt know this. Peri: Well, we caught some of it about round seven. Yrcanos: Your name and title? Peri: Perpugilliam, of the Brown. Yrcanos: The Brown, eh? And where is this place? Peri: Earth. Oh, you'd like it there. Lots of madmen playing at warriors and actors playing over the top in politics. Yrcanos: Politics? Peri: Yakety-yak. Talk. Yrcanos: Ah. (whistles) You mean w*r councils. Peri: Yes, I suppose so. I don't know, or want to know. Yrcanos: I would like to meet the mighty warriors of Earth. Peri: Yeah, well, you'd get on pretty well, Yrcanos. Yrcanos: You are promised to such a one? Him? Peri: Certainly not. Yrcanos: Hmm. That is good. Peri: Well, I must help the Doctor. Peri: Come on, Doc. Wake up. Trial room The Doctor: I don't remember that. I can't recall anything after the power flooded through my brain. Valeyard: That is your defence now, is it? Amnesia, forgetfulness. This is a tactic, Sagacity, because the Doctor knows what the Matrix will show. Inquisitor: Is that your defence, Doctor? The Doctor: What? Inquisitor: Amnesia. The Doctor: No, er... Inquisitor: Your mind has cleared from being taken out of time? The Doctor: As far as I can tell. Inquisitor: Then obviously there must be some other reason . Valeyard: He lies, Sagacity. The Doctor: I do not! Valeyard: Then you're in for a surprise, aren't you, my dear Doctor. An exceedingly nasty one, if your memory is as fallible as you pretend. Operating room Kiv: We must have the transformer operable. How can we rule without its influence? Crozier: Everything will be fixed well before your servants begin to understand their situation. Kiv: Never mind them, what of my predicament? The pain in my head increases. Crozier: I've told you it will. Your brain will continue to grow until... Kiv: What? Crozier: Your skull is not designed to allow for increase in brain power and size. That's the trouble with mutations and hybrids like you. Your cranium is too thick. It lacks elasticity, hence the pain. Kiv: Yes. Crozier: Unless I can operate soon, you will suffer fatal brain compression in a few days. Kiv: You were brought to Thoros Beta to rectify that, to give me new life. Crozier: My lord, the Doctor has the answers I need. Did the Raak att*ck them, or did they slaughter the creature first? If the Raak did att*ck, he must have reverted on my cerebral transfer experiment and the surgery I hoped to apply to you, Lord Kiv, will not be successful. Kiv: Words! Excuses! This is a conspiracy to stop my life being prolonged. Sil: The intruders will be caught. They will answer Crozier's questions or be k*lled. Kiv: Or I will, thanks to your bungling, Sil. Sil: Not mine, Magnificence. His! All I want is to share in the light of your intelligence and profit from its shining wisdom. Kiv: Please... Sil: The Mentors of Thoros Beta need your genius for cosmic mega-profit. Those Alphans, whose stars have decreed that they serve you, simply adore the sight of you... Kiv: Enough, Sil! What, do you intend to talk me to death? Sil: I will pray to the Great Morgo for your immediate recovery, Magnificence. Kiv: You will do better than that. If the Doctor has the answers, you will find him, or you both will share my death with me. I can only stand this pain for one more day. One day! That is all you both have. Now do something! Sil: At once, Magnificence. Bear me away. Bear me away! Come on, faster! Bear me away faster, faster. Induction centre Computer: Subject accepted. Proceed with implantation. Sil: Well, have they been caught yet? Frax: No, Mentor. Outside the Induction centre Yrcanos: Stay, stay. Induction centre Computer: We need a new recipient. Reject. Outside the Induction centre Peri: What's going on? Yrcanos: They bring all new slaves here, but what is more important, my lady, they have w*apon. The Doctor: w*apon! Peri: Shush. Yrcanos: Liquefiers that we must obtain quietly. Peri: We? That includes me, huh? Yrcanos: On my planet of Krontep, a warrior queen fights alongside her king. Peri: We're not on your planet. Yrcanos: It doesn't matter, the rule still applies. Induction centre Sil: Which corridors and tunnels have not yet been searched? Frax: Only those that lead to the Sea of Turmoil. Sil: Then search them, profitless fool! The Doctor: Look out behind you. Yrcanos: Traitorous Doctor! Peri: Doctor, come here. The Doctor: No thanks. Peri: Doctor! Sil: Charge her down! Sil: Doctor, the pleasure of your company is, of course, infinite, but why have you chosen to warn us rather than help your friends? The Doctor: The odds were against us. Why should I risk my life for a savage and a stupid girl? Sil: So you betrayed your friends. How wonderfully wise, Doctor. The Doctor: I think so. Sil: You are planning some trickery, of course. This is a ploy, yes? The Doctor: Why should I follow a mad w*rlord of Thordon? What's in it for me, huh? Sil: You value your life? The Doctor: I'm no hero. Sil: I could have sworn you belonged to that stupid breed. The Doctor: Not any more. Now, I'm just like you, Sil. Sil: How nice for you, Doctor. Inform Crozier and the Lord Kiv that I have captured the Doctor. Sil: The turncoat Doctor, it seems. Trial room The Doctor: No! That is not me! Valeyard: Oh yes, it is. You were overcome by terror, Doctor. You had interfered yet again, and this time your one aim was to escape unscathed. You. You only. Your friends didn't matter. The Doctor: Never! Valeyard: You realise the Matrix of Time cannot lie. The Doctor: Can't it? Valeyard: I suggest you confess to your crimes and throw yourself on the mercy of this court. Inquisitor: Doctor? The Doctor: What? Mercy? No. No, there's something wrong. Of course. Sil was right. It was a ploy to fool the Mentors. Yes, clever old me. Let the Matrix show what it will. A clever ploy. You'll see. Laboratory Sil: He is lying. I do not trust him. The Doctor: Believe me, I'm telling the truth. I wouldn't lie, it's not in my nature. Crozier: He cannot know the reasons of our concern. The Doctor: The Raak att*cked us first. Crozier: I believe him. I must redesign the behaviour modifier before I transfer the brain of Lord Kiv. Sil: Do you have time? Crozier: Not really. Sil: If the Lord Kiv dies, his bodyguards have instructions to destroy us. You must operate to save his life and ours. There's no more time for research. I will find a donor and you must operate. Crozier: What with? The w*rlord destroyed most of the transference circuitry. If it's repaired, I might attempt a temporary transplant. Sil: Kiv has allowed us only one more day! Crozier: I know. Sil: We pay you enough. We have given you a whole race of people to play with. The Doctor: Excuse me, I understand a little of your transference unit principle and I have some knowledge of technological malfunction. Is there a microcircuitry diagram? Sil: Guards, stop him! It's a trick! Crozier: Let him look. We've nothing to lose. Sil: Be certain that you are right, Crozier. The Doctor: Is there a module unit replacement or are these ganglion separators adaptable? Crozier: It's multifunctional. The Doctor: Ah, good. Hmm. Ah ha. Did you test the endrodyacen? Crozier: Not yet. The Doctor: Try it. Should respond to the lexifier now. Crozier: Well done! Sil: I find this anxiety to assist us, Doctor, highly suspicious. Crozier: Look, Sil, with both of us working on the BTU, we might just be able to operate on Kiv tomorrow. Sil: Or on someone else first. After all, we will need a body donor. Yes, Doctor? Tunnel Frax: I see you have found the heart of our energy supply. Peri: It's very impressive, although I would have thought it warranted a guard. Frax: As a rule, intruders never get this far, although I shall put your suggestion to the Great Kiv. Peri: You do that. And while you're about it, pass this on as well. Yrcanos: Down, dog! Dorf: Your majesty. Your majesty. Yrcanos: Dorf? My equerry Dorf? Not you. What have they done? What? Dorf: Help me. Help me. Yrcanos: Yes. Still. Still. Hold. Yrcanos: We will k*ll the sorcerers. I swear by the great jewelled sword of Krontep, you will be revenged. Come. Corridor Yrcanos: This way, Dorf! Room Matrona: Did they reject you at the induction centre, or did you escape? I should inform the guards, have you sent to Thoros Alpha. Peri: There's an alternative? Matrona: You were to serve the Mentors and their favoured creatures. Now, I control the women servants, and for that I need help. Loyal help. Peri: I'd serve you? Why? Matrona: I prefer some individuality in my household. However, should you be discovered as an escaped reject, I'll deny this meeting took place. What is your name? Peri: Peri. Matrona: Do you wish to serve me, Peri? Peri: What have I got to lose, huh? Matrona: You must call me Matrona. Peri: Matrona. Matrona: Come, let us prepare you. Tunnel Yrcanos: We've lost them. Dorf: k*ll me! k*ll me! Yrcanos: k*ll you? You are Dorf of Kanval. Whatever's happened to your body, your spirit must remain the same. Now, die if you must, but do it in battle. Keep that hatred burning within you for when you find the man who has done this to you. There is one who has betrayed me. Dorf: No! Yrcanos: Yes! I have a special death reserved for him. He's a traitor known as the Doctor. Outside the Commerce room Matrona: You will enter when summoned, but not before. The rest of you, come with me. Commerce room Crozier: Matrona, bring Lord Kiv's ambiotic fluid immediately. Outside the Commerce room Matrona: Come, you have the medication. Peri: I can't go in there. Matrona: Do you wish me to denounce you? Then obey the call. There's nothing to fear. I shall go first. Commerce room The Doctor: You, girl. Here. I don't like this drink. Bring me another. Matrona: Say yes, my lord. Peri: Yes, my lord. Kiv: That is better. The pain eases. Stay near me. You I trust. Matrona: The Lord Kiv does me great honour. Kiv: Tomorrow I must trust my life to the man of science, Crozier. Matrona: I'm sure the operation will be successful, my lord. Kiv: Ha. Equal odds to live or die. I have no choice. Sil: Matrona Kani, see that the Lord Kiv is served only the most wrigglesome of youthful sand snakes. Matrona: I don't need you to tell me that, Sil. The Doctor: What is in this drink? Peri: I was just given it. Something different, you said, Doctor. Kiv: What has happened? How does this servitor know of your title? The Doctor: An enemy, my lord. The girl who ran away earlier. She may have been trying to poison us all. Peri: Doctor... Sil: Of course! The repulsive one. Arrest her. She must be interrogated thoroughly. Take her to the Rock of Sorrows. Peri: Doctor, help me! The Doctor (O.C.): That's the ploy. I remember now. Trial room The Doctor: The ploy was to remove us both from the heart of the Mentor's control section. I gambled that after I'd helped them fix the cerebral transference unit, they might trust me to question Peri alone. Valeyard: To what end? The Doctor: Escape, I should imagine. Inquisitor: Did the interrogation take place? Valeyard: It did, Sagacity. Inquisitor: I should like to see that sequence. Rock of Sorrows Peri: What do you want? The Doctor: The Mentor Sil fears a conspiracy against the Lord Kiv. You are a spy for the Alphans. Peri: What? No, stop this! The Doctor: It's all right, we're alone now. We can talk. Peri: Oh, Doctor, I thought that brain transference pulse had made you crazy. The Doctor: I'm your friend, you know that. Peri: I was beginning to wonder. The Doctor: I'm here to help you. Peri: How do I get out of this? The Doctor: By telling me who the Alphans are that are leading the unrest and where they can be annihilated. Peri: What? The Doctor: Tell me! Peri: But I don't know anything! The Doctor: Answer me. The tide is on the turn. Unless you want to add your own despair to the Sea of Sorrows, I suggest that you tell me everything. Commerce room Sil: Just like in the old days. There's nothing more enjoyable that watching people suffer. Rock of Sorrows The Doctor: Confess. Peri: Confess? Confess to what? The Doctor: Your guilt, your bungling, your Alphan friends. Everything! You must help the Mentors, Peri. You must help me. Peri: Doctor, what's wrong with you? The Doctor: I see my own interests. I place myself first. Peri: But what about me? The Doctor: You are expendable. You have no value. Tomorrow, they intend to take the brain of the Lord Kiv and transplant it into my body. He will possess my body! To prevent that, I must please the Mentors, Peri. If that means sacrificing you in my place, then that is the way it must be. Crozier (O.C.): Enough! Do not damage her! We have more effective ways of interrogation. Trial room The Doctor: It was never like that. Valeyard: How can you be certain? You have no clear memory of the incident. And as we all know, the Matrix never lies. The Doctor: I wonder. Inquisitor: May we continue? I do grow tired of these constant interruptions. The Doctor: But it was never like that. Inquisitor: Enough, Doctor. The Matrix does not lie. It cannot lie. You are aware of that fact, so why persist in these silly statements? Inquisitor: Let us proceed. Tunnel Dorf: The Doctor. Do we att*ck? Yrcanos: Of course. That dreg helping the Mentor's warriors is my enemy. Corridor Peri: What's happened to you, Doctor? Why do you hate me so? The Doctor: I must do what I think is best. Peri: I used to think that you were different, that you cared for justice and truth and good. I can't bear to look at what you are now. Yrcanos: Now, Doctor, it is your turn to die.
{"type": "series", "show": "Doctor Who", "episode": "23x06 - The Trial of a Time Lord - part 6 (Mindwarp)"}
foreverdreaming
PART SEVEN (MINDWARP) Written by Philip Martin Original air date: 18 October, 1986 Run time: 24:33 Tunnel Dorf: The Doctor. Do we att*ck? Yrcanos: Of course. That dreg helping the Mentor's warriors is my enemy. Corridor Peri: What's happened to you, Doctor? Why do you hate me so? The Doctor: I must do what I think is best. Peri: I used to think that you were different, that you cared for justice and truth and good. I can't bear to look at what you are now. Yrcanos: Now, Doctor, it is your turn to die. Peri: No! Yrcanos: My lady, what have you done? Because of you that vermin still lives. Peri: I couldn't help it. The Doctor, he wasn't always like that. Valeyard (O.C.): I suggest you always were... Trial room Valeyard: Just like that, my dear Doctor. A toady, a coward, a turncoat. You were afraid that Crozier wanted to transplant the brain of the alien Kiv into your head. You said as much yourself. The thought of that made you panic. The Doctor: I've told you, it was a ploy. I would never want to harm Peri. Valeyard: But you've also admitted that you have no clear memory of the event. The Doctor: Well, I can recall some of it. Bits of it are beginning to bob back into my mind. Valeyard: Oh, really? And does any of your sudden and convenient recall agree with anything that the court has already seen? The Doctor: No! I mean yes, but, but the emphasis is all wrong. Valeyard: And what does that mean? The Doctor: The events took place but not quite as we've seen them. Inquisitor: It occurs to me, Doctor, that your current mental condition makes it very difficult for you to defend yourself. I would therefore suggest that this court be adjourned. The Doctor: No. And I refute any implication that I'm barmy. Inquisitor: Barmy? Valeyard: A rather imprecise Earth slang word, Sagacity, implying psychiatric instability. Inquisitor: Thank you, Valeyard. No one is impugning your sanity, Doctor, merely suggesting your memory is a little faulty. The Doctor: Nevertheless, I would like this trial to continue. Inquisitor: I was also about to suggest that you might change your mind and consider availing yourself of a court defender. A trained legal mind would offer a more constructive and certainly less emotional presentation of your case. The Doctor: If the Time Lords of Gallifrey want my life, you don't think I'd entrust my defence to one of their august number, do you? Inquisitor: Very well. Let us continue. Corridor The Doctor: Ah, I appear to have lost my way. I was looking for Crozier's operating room. The Doctor: Thank you. Most kind. Operating room Kiv: That is to become my new body? Crozier: The coastguards found him adrift off the Islets of Brak. He is of the same branch of mutation and almost certainly from your home mire, my lord. Kiv: He looks like a younger me. Sil: Not quite so handsome, Magnificence. Kiv: Be quiet, Sil. Crozier: The features are similar. There is, however, one small addition. He has retained his primeval sting. His tail contains venom enough to k*ll. Kiv: Fascinating. I could perhaps sting all my assistants to death. Sil: More importantly, are you sure the new skull will be big enough? Crozier: The capacity is only a little larger in volume than that of Lord Kiv. The operation will give us a little time to seek a more permanent host. Sil: We must make every effort to find the right head on the correct body. Crozier: I have someone in mind. Ah, Doctor. You've come to lend a hand. The Doctor: Yes, thought I'd strop the odd scalpel, mop a brow or two. Crozier: That won't be necessary, but you can monitor the BTU. The Doctor: The BTU? Oh, bliss. Thank you. Kiv: Then let us begin. Should the transfer not work, and brain death occur, my bearers have orders to liquefy all who fail to save my life. Crozier: Check lymphocyte serum drip. Matrona: Active. Crozier: Laser scalpel. Tunnel Peri: These tunnels look the same to me. Where precisely are we going? Yrcanos: As with all corrupt dictatorships, there are pockets of resistance planning and working to overthrow the evil of Kiv and the other Mentors. Peri: Great, but how does that help us? Yrcanos: My belief is that they await a great leader. I am he. Peri: Do these resistance fighters know that? Yrcanos: They will soon learn. Dorf: My great king is right. Peri: But how will we find these people? Yrcanos: They will find us. Yes. Yes. Yrcanos: Ssssss. Crombrom savalula. (whistles) Yes. Yes. Their footsteps are guided towards me. That is their destiny and mine. Peri: Destiny. Isn't that just a fancy name for blind chance? Yrcanos: Blind chance? Destiny? If that were true, our lives, my majesty, would be meaningless. Peri: It's merely a point of view. Yrcanos: A pompous and empty one, my lady. We all live for a purpose, and for me, that is to die a hero. Peri: I do wish you wouldn't keep going on like that. I'm starting to believe you mean it. Yrcanos: I do! Peri: All right, all right. Let's rest first and then march. There's a good w*rlord, huh? Yrcanos: Agreed. But only for a moment. Peri: He sounds hungry. Don't blame him. So am I. I'm famished. Yrcanos: Here. Here. Peri: What is it? Yrcanos: It's flayfish. Sustains the body, fuels the fighting spirit. Peri: It doesn't do much for your taste buds, huh? Peri: That's all right. Don't cry. Yrcanos: No, stop that. Dorf is, or was, a great warrior. Dorf: Jealous. He jealous. Yrcanos: Jealous? I'm jealous? Me, a king? Jealous, you say I'm jealous? Peri: The pair of you, just stop it! Yrcanos: I'll tear your head off! You're nothing but a mongrel! He's a dog. He's a dog! Peri: Stop it! Look, it's bad enough we've got this whole planet against us without you two trying to bite lumps out of each other. Yrcanos: You're right. It's the flayfish. My fault. I should have saved it for our next battle. We must go, locate our allies, and then prepare to battle unto death. Peri: Look, one thing at a time, huh? Let's find this Alphan resistance and convince them we're on their side. And then, on to our destiny, huh? Yrcanos: You're right. Operating room Crozier: Donor brain in position. The Doctor: EEG reading in recipient now level. Crozier: Thank you, Doctor. Sil: Why is this taking so long? The Doctor: Why don't you go for a walk or something, Sil? You're like an anxious parent. Sil: The wealth of the whole planet depends on that lump of mud-coloured tissue there. I haven't learnt all his secrets yet. Crozier: Sil, stop gyrating your throat. I'm ready to attempt transference of brain tissue. Sil: Please, Morgo, let them succeed. Crozier: Prepare for independent support mode. The reading should reach twenty one point five six. The Doctor: Twenty one point five six, uh huh. Matrona: Approaching twenty d*ad. The Doctor: d*ad? Don't say that. Matrona: Twenty fifty. Twenty seventy five. The Doctor: Twenty one twenty, forty. Twenty one fifty six now! Crozier: There's nothing. No heart, no brain readings, nothing. We've failed. Sil: No, this is a joke! Admittedly in bad taste, but it is a profitless, humourless quip. Tell them! Half my fortune if you give me a five minute start. All right, you profitless knaves, all my money. The Doctor: I think his chest gills moved. Did the lexifier unit register its input? The link was difficult to test. Matrona: Nothing. The Doctor: Reserve, quickly. Try the endrodiotone now. Crozier: One last chance. The Doctor: He's breathing. Sil: You see? As I said, strange, witless humour. Crozier: Thanks for the moral support, Sil. The Doctor: Yes, nice to know that you can be relied upon to be your usual treacherous self. Sil: I endeavour to maintain a certain continuity. Tunnel Peri: Hi. Yrcanos: I told you they would find us. I have come to lead you to freedom. Tuza: Hold your tongue. This way, unless you wish to die here. Operating room Crozier: Success, Doctor. After a decade of hard work, I can transform the evolutionary process and conquer death. The possibilities are endless. The Doctor: You sure? Aren't you worried about tissue rejection? Crozier: Ah, I've perfected a serum for just that. As from today, Doctor, I can put any brain in any body anywhere. Sil: Now that you've assisted in a miracle of science, Doctor, perhaps you would like to witness a similar feat of commerce? The Doctor: From you, Sil, why not? I could do with a laugh. Rebel cave Peri: So much for your foresight, huh? Tell them again we're on the same side, Yrcanos, please. Yrcanos: Me, a king, beg to that rabble? Tuza: You must understand we can't allow your bodies and skulls to be retrieved undamaged, otherwise the Mentors will use brain surgery to create creatures like this. Peri: No, wait! Look, look, we're on the same side. Nobody likes brain alteration. Do you think Dorf wants to be the way he is? He was used by the Mentors. King Yrcanos was held hostage so they could exploit him as well as his people. And even I was held c*ptive. You k*ll us and you do nothing but please the Mentors. Tuza: The Mentors? Yrcanos: She speaks truth. I do not beg. Pulverise my skull and you slay an ally, but supply me with w*apon and a good band of fighting men and I'll bring triumph against our enemies. Tuza: I have heard of Yrcanos, King of the Krontep. If you are he, then you will have a plan. Yrcanos: Untie us and you will hear. Operating room Matrona: Crozier, something's wrong. Crozier: What? He was fine a moment ago. Cardiac arrest. His body's reacting to the drugs. Crozier: You'll not die on me, you fish-faced monster. Rebel cave Tuza: Your plan is a sound one, but our men are untrained. Yrcanos: Ha. Under my leadership, oh ho, they will fight like demons. Peri: Come on now, boys. Let's not get carried away. Dorf: I have seen him inspire disheartened rabble into acts of heroism. Peri: But how many of them survived, huh? Yrcanos: Bah, that's a minor consideration when there is glory to be had. Tuza: In his way he's right. We have nothing to lose. At the moment, all we do is hide like vermin. All right, King Yrcanos of the Krontep, we'll fight. Yrcanos: My hand hasn't touched honourable steel for what seems like an eternity. Tuza: Find Verne and his men. He'll know where to meet us. Tell him the day of reckoning has come. Now hurry! Commerce room Sil: Interested, Doctor? Money, money, money, money, money, money, money. All the stock and commodity markets of the universe are available to us via the warpfold relay. See there? An application for credit. The Doctor: Search Conv Corp. Who are they? Sil: Nothing much. Just a bunch of burnt out space rangers who search for wrecked spaceships. They request funding to purchase another retrieval craft, which we will deny. The Doctor: Wait. Planet of Tolk, twenty fourth century. I seem to recall there were a great many wars around the rim worlds at that time. There should be a large amount of battle cruiser debris floating round there soon. Sil: For this company to retrieve? The Doctor: If they have the equipment. Sil: How useful to have a Time Lord in one's employ. Yes, I will allow their application for credit. Marsh minnow, Doctor? Sil: The Lord Kiv will be most pleased with me for my great foresight. I must be sure that I am the first familiar face he sees with his new eyes. The Doctor: That should be comforting for him. I, I think I'd better see how the patient's getting on. Trial room Valeyard: Sagacity, I wish to ask the accused why a Time Lord with all his privileges should meddle in a swamp world like Thoros Beta. The Doctor: My actions can't be what they seem. There is an explanation. There must be. I can't recall it. Inquisitor: Are you unwell, Doctor? Perhaps you'd like me to call for a recess? Valeyard: Or perhaps a glass of water? The Doctor: No. What? Now, let's get on. I've had enough of wondering why I acted as I did on Thoros Beta. Let's get to it. Let's find out! Play the Matrix, and play it loud and clear. Tunnel Yrcanos: Down. Peri: What's happened? Yrcanos: Old age. Tuza: Linna? Linna: Help me. Tuza: It can't be. Linna? What is it? Yrcanos: You knew him? Tuza: He was a spice trader back home on Thoros Alpha. I can't believe what I see. Yrcanos: Death comes to us all. He has lived a long life. Tuza: Linna was no older than I am! He was twenty years old, not a hundred as he looks now. How has he been turned into an old man? Peri: Look. No, don't touch it. It might be responsible for his premature aging. Tuza: This is the work of the Mentors. Yrcanos: What was this man's function? Tuza: He was one of the guards at our w*apon dump. Peri: Oh, no. Yrcanos: I smell treason, treachery, betrayal. Tuza: I'll scout ahead. Yrcanos: We'll all scout ahead. Tuza: No, there could be danger. Peri: No, let Tuza find out what's going on first, huh? Yrcanos: Spying is not the way of the warrior. If one goes, we all go. Come. Operating room The Doctor: See what happens when I leave the room? Sil: He must live! Crozier: Increase the sevrin drip. Crozier: Enough. Sil: Not a flicker. Why has the Lord Kiv not yet returned to life? The Doctor: It takes time. They're trying their best. Matrona: No response. Brain pulse still dormant. Sil: You are conspiring against my wealth. You are allowing the Lord Kiv to die. Crozier: Wait. The Doctor: A movement! Matrona: A reaction here. Crozier: To what degree? Matrona: Almost a complete wave. Crozier: It's going to work. Sil: Lift me. Take me nearer. My face has got to be the first civilised thing he sees. Sil: My lord. Kiv: Have I died and gone to the great Plague Halls of Mogdana? Sil: Magnificence, it's me, Sil. Tunnel Peri: How much further? Tuza: I only hope we're not too late. Yrcanos: Hey, keep together. This is a great day for battle. A great day to die! Tuza: Does he always go on like that? Peri: Afraid so. Operating room Crozier: He's totally s*ab. Sil: You said that last time. The Doctor: Well, as long as you stay away from him, he should be all right. Sil: The Great Morgo be praised. You have been restored to us, O great Kiv, safe and well. Kiv: I dreamed I was lost in the Sea of Despair and Longing. Crozier: Dreams were to be expected side-effects of sedation. Nothing to worry about. Kiv: I feel hardly different. An ache in my, I suppose I can say my skull? Crozier: Yes, that will be your skull until we can find one more suitable. Kiv: I must to work. There is a futures commodity deadline for the Sondlex crop on Wilson One. Sil: It will be attended to. The Doctor and I have struck up a profitable partnership. Kiv: Oh? Not speculation, I trust? The Doctor: Merely conserving resources, O ineffable one, until you return to your rightful place as master of us all. Outside the w*apon dump Tuza: Verne and the others haven't arrived yet. Yrcanos: No matter. Where are the w*apon? Tuza: No! Peri: What's the matter? Tuza: The rockfall, it's new. Peri: Seismic activity? Tuza: Well, if so, it's a very convenient one. It's covered up the entrance to our w*apon dump. Yrcanos: Ambush. A woman's way for fighting. Peri: Thanks a lot. Yrcanos: If these guards of the Mentors were real men, they would show their banners and fight in the open! Peri: Let's get away from here and find the others, huh? Tuza: She has a point. Yrcanos: Retreat? I am King Yrcanos! Peri: Yes, I know. Whereas it terrifies me, I'm just not so sure it's going to have the same effect on whoever caused that rockfall. Dorf: If there is victory to be had, great king, it would be imprudent to say. Yrcanos: You are a great dog of w*r. I mean, a great warrior, whose advice I trust and value. Oh, very well. Today prudence shall be our watchword. Tomorrow I shall soak the land in blood. Come with me! Peri: What's happening? Dorf: Wait, there could be danger. Tuza: It's Verne! Tuza: No! Frax: Give up, and you live. Resist, and you die where you stand. Trial room The Doctor: That isn't my fault. You can't blame me for that. I wasn't even there. Valeyard: All that has taken place, you are indirectly responsible for. The Doctor: Please, madam. The death of Verne and the other resistance fighters was not my fault. Inquisitor: Your presence did influence events. There's no way that can be denied. Valeyard: Watch, Doctor. See your folly. Outside the w*apon dump Yrcanos: Are we to die withered and aged, or like true soldiers? Frax: You're obsessed with dying, Yrcanos. I don't know what's the matter with you. Peri: And you rather we beg to live? Frax: To be honest, I'd prefer it if you all kept quiet. Yrcanos: You are nothing more than trash from the sewers of Skulnesh. Frax: Shut up. Yrcanos: You've been to the field of battle, that which robs great warriors of their youth and virility, and that is a crime against honour. Frax: It was an experiment for Crozier and the Mentors. Yrcanos: It was an experiment conceived in the Plague Halls of Mogdana, you scum! Trial room The Doctor: No! No, no, no, I won't believe it. Valeyard: You still continue to ignore the truth. The Doctor: I am not responsible for that. Valeyard: In your mind, perhaps not. But in reality it is somewhat different, Doctor.
{"type": "series", "show": "Doctor Who", "episode": "23x07 - The Trial of a Time Lord - part 7 (Mindwarp)"}
foreverdreaming
PART EIGHT (MINDWARP) Written by Philip Martin Original air date: 25 October, 1986 Run time: 24:44 Trial room The Doctor: No! No, no, no, I won't believe it. Valeyard: You still continue to ignore the truth. The Doctor: I am not responsible for that. Valeyard: In your mind, perhaps not. But in reality it is somewhat different, Doctor. The Doctor: Is Peri d*ad? Valeyard: No. Inquisitor: Then what was the point of showing that last sequence? Valeyard: Simply as further evidence of the Doctor's interference. Inquisitor: I thought it was somewhat gratuitous. The Doctor: And highly prejudicial. You won't convict me by using shock tactics. Valeyard: I require nothing so crude, my dear Doctor. All that will prove necessary is the truth. The Doctor: Then tell it. Inquisitor: Gentlemen, please let us continue with the evidence. Valeyard: Indeed, Sagacity. Outside the w*apon dump Yrcanos: Oh, my head. Feels as though it's been trampled on by the seven-legged chargers of Corogem. Peri: My legs, arms. Frax: You are fortunate to live. Tuza: So the Mentors can experiment on us? Frax: Think of it as community service, Tuza. Yrcanos: You are a fool to let us live. I would have k*lled you. Frax: But then you are a barbarian. Peri: Ha. And you're some angel of mercy, huh? Frax: Get up, all of you. Peri: How did you know where we were? Frax: We've always known about the w*apon dump. Tuza: Liar! You would have done something before now if you had. Frax: w*apon are only as good as the training of the men who use them. You're no warrior, Tuza. But him? Now he's just enough in love with death to inspire rabble like yours into action. And we were right. Now move! Operating room Kiv: The sea. The sea. Strong. Strong, too much. Too. String. Sting. Strike. Sil: Why is the Lord talking of such things? He hates seawater. The Doctor: The body you used to transplant Kiv's brain, whose was it. Crozier: Just a body. The Doctor: Just a body? It's a bit casual, isn't it? Crozier: Only some fisherman. I had no other choice. It's taken me weeks to find one remotely suitable. The Doctor: I still think it might have been better if you'd waited. Crozier: There wasn't the time. The Doctor: Hey, look at this. The host cells are trying to influence Kiv's brain, attempting to alter and distort his memory. Crozier: Oh, a few must have escaped the laserisation. Sil: You have blundered! You have reduced the greatest business brain in this part of the galaxy to catcher of sea snakes. The Doctor: Perhaps the trauma of the donor's death lingers and is infecting Kiv's brain. Crozier: I must try and rectify it. Increase the sevrin drip to zero four microcentiles. Sil: There is an imminent summit meeting over which the Lord Kiv is to preside. Our business partner might think it fishy should he be missing, presumed gone insane. Kiv: Have my briefing tapes and expansion strategy option been baited? Sil: Er, not yet, your marsh minnow, your Magnificence. Kiv: Do it! Or you will be the first to sample my new sting, Sil. I'm told, told, even a touch can, can k*ll. Crozier: One microcentile more. Sil: The Lord Kiv must not only be present at the meeting with our partner from Posikar, but also able to make sane decisions. If he is not, you will all suffer. Crozier: He'll be there. Though whose body he'll inhabit isn't as yet certain. We must transfer Kiv's brain to someone else without delay. Sil: Yes. Outside the cell Tuza: My head aches. Frax: Be grateful you've still got it. Not you. Frax: Silence! Cell Peri: Why do they want Tuza? Yrcanos: Execution one at a time, that's how it will be. Peri: Oh. Oh, it's strange. Ever since we came to Thoros Beta I've been homesick. Not so much for a place, but a time. I just want to be back in my own time with people I love. Yrcanos: What is that? Love? Peri: Well, it's when you care for someone or something more than yourself, I guess. Dorf: More than yourself? Peri: Well, I know it sounds crazy, but, sometimes more than life. Yrcanos: I care nothing for mine. Peri: How can you say that, Yrcanos? Yrcanos: Well, on my planet of Krontep, when we die, our spirit is returned to life, to be born in a more noble warrior. Peri: Until what? Where do you end after all your brave deaths? Yrcanos: You become a king! Me, after my next death, I join the other kings on Verduna, the home of the gods. Peri: To do what? Yrcanos: Why, to fight! What else? Peri: Well, that figures. Operating room Crozier: These Alphan brains are all wrong for Kiv. Matrona: Shall I have him implanted and sent to the work centre? Crozier: Yes, yes, take him to the induction centre. What a pity both you and the Alphan are unsuitable. The Doctor: Hmm? Hmm? Oh, yes, yes, yes. Most disappointing. Unlike Sil, I would willingly have given up my body. Crozier: What about your companion, Doctor? The Doctor: Oh, Peri? Ah, quite unsuitable. Female. Silly, flibberty-jibbet. Hopeless. Matrona: Why not examine her? Crozier: I think I'll do that. Yet, Doctor, you seem uneasy. The Doctor: Well, I'd prefer it if you'd use somebody else. Crozier: Mmm hmm, you have strong feelings for the woman. The Doctor: Well, certainly enough not to want to see her experimented upon. Crozier: I understand. I am not without pity. Go to the induction centre. You know precisely the problem I have here, Doctor. If you can find a candidate more suitable, I shall use them. But Doctor? Hurry. You haven't much time. Outside the cell Yrcanos: Die well, my lady. Induction centre The Doctor: Where is everyone? Mentor: There is only one subject here, in the implantation cubicle. The Doctor: May I examine him? I have Crozier's permission. Mentor: Oh, if you must, but try not to disturb me. The Doctor: I shall be as quiet as the silence that is in the starry skies, only quieter still. Tuza: Yrcanos, help me. The Doctor: You know him? Tuza: What? Yes. Who are you? The Doctor: Colleague of Crozier's. (quietly) A friend. Operating room Matrona: Stand up. Peri: Hey. Crozier: Yes. Ah, yes. Most promising. Crozier: She is a most promising candidate. I must arrange for antigen tests. Peri: That's a blood test. Well, I'm not marrying anyone. Crozier: Ah, spirit, strength. That is good. I must try to retain that if at all possible. Induction centre The Doctor: I shall return. Frax: What are you doing? Mentor: He has Crozier's permission. Frax: My apologies, sir. I didn't realise you were in attendance. Mentor: Oh, take no notice of me. Few people do. The Doctor: I'd quite like a word with that captured king. Frax: Yrcanos? The Doctor: Mmm, that's him. I'm sure Crozier wouldn't mind. Mentor: Oh, take him. But be careful, he has a very loud voice. Plays havoc with the audio system. The Doctor: Thanks for the warning. Mentor: I was hoping we'd seen the last of him. He's such a noisy fellow. Oh, they've gone. Huh. Didn't even say goodbye. Cell Yrcanos: Oh, stop that. You're a warrior, not a wolf. Outside the cell Yrcanos: Cronixer! The Doctor: How do you do? Yrcanos: Screeterder! The Doctor: Oh, now where would a well brought up king learn a word like that, hmm? Open the door, would you? Frax: You must be out of your mind. He'll k*ll you. The Doctor: I don't think so. Frax: Cover me. Yrcanos: Gronwitcher! The Doctor: That's quite enough of that. I'm here to help you. You, in. The Doctor: Your majesty. The Doctor: I'm sorry, I didn't catch your name the last time we met. Dorf: Dor, dor. The Doctor: Never mind, you can tell me later. Yrcanos: His name is Dorf and you are scum. The Doctor: No, actually I am known as the Doctor, and there's no need to thank me for helping you to escape. Come along. Commerce room Sil: You are unwell, Magnificence. You shouldn't have left the shelter of Crozier's laboratory. Kiv: He has given me drugs to s*ab my condition and keep me alert. Can you smell fish? Sil: I have the deepest respect for Crozier's skill, but, Magnificence... Kiv: But nothing, Sil. I must attend this meeting, otherwise we could all finish up poor. Now, what is more important, my well-being or your wealth? Sil: A trick question, Magnificence. But if you feel fit enough to cope, who am I to contradict? Kiv: Ah, welcome. Kiv: Excellency, welcome. Please, please, rest yourself. Corridor Yrcanos: I must know. The Doctor: What? Yrcanos: I will not take another step until I am told the truth. The Doctor: What? Yrcanos: Why did you release us? The Doctor: I should have thought that was obvious. I need your help to defeat the Mentors. Yrcanos: That I understand, but you are my sworn enemy. I have vowed to k*ll you. The Doctor: Yes, yes, well, we can deal with all that later. At the moment, we need each other. Dorf: He has a point. He has... Yrcanos: Everyone has a point, nowadays. I am a man of action, not reason. The Doctor: Don't worry, you'll see plenty of action. Yrcanos: Then lead on. Oh, but first I must find my bride to be. The Doctor: We haven't got time for you to go courting. Yrcanos: I'm talking of the Earth woman, Perpugilliam of the Brown. The Doctor: Well, we'll find Perpugilliam of the Brown on the way. Dorf: Where are we going? The Doctor: To release someone called Tuza. Yrcanos: Tuza? I thought he was d*ad. The Doctor: Well, he soon will be if we don't hurry. Outside the cell Frax: Guards! Quickly, get this door open. Frax: Yrcanos has escaped! Operating room Peri: So, I'm fit and healthy, huh? Crozier: Perfectly. Peri: Hey! What do you want... Crozier: In fact, you are so perfect I think I can serve Lord Kiv my finest experiment yet. Induction centre Yrcanos: (quietly) There's Tuza, and there's a guard. The Doctor: Hold on. No, we'll do this my way. I'm not having you causing a bloodbath. Yrcanos: You think like a warrior but you do not act like one. It's most perplexing. The Doctor: You stay here and watch out for guards. Stay! Your majesty. Mentor: Ah, Doctor. I see that you've found your renegade king. Certainly the quietest I have ever seen him. The Doctor: It is my intention to shut him up for good. Mentor: Oh, how splendid. The Doctor: I thought I'd try one of those brain implant things. Mentor: Oh. For one wish-fulfilling moment, I thought you were going to k*ll him. I presume you have Crozier's permission to carry out the experiment? The Doctor: Oh, absolutely. I have carte blanche as far as young Crozier is concerned. Mentor: Oh, that's what I feared. I wish Crozier would keep me abreast of events. He has no idea how much extra work his irregular activities create. The Doctor: What are you doing? Mentor: I shall, of course, have to get confirmation of your carte blanche from Crozier. Yrcanos: Be still, old one, unless you wish your wizened life terminated. Mentor: Oh, thank you. Yrcanos: For your life? It was nothing. Mentor: No, for not shouting. The Doctor: Come on, now. Come on. Yrcanos: My friend, we both live to drench the land with the blood of our enemies! Mentor: Must you say such nauseating things? Yrcanos: Be silent, wizened one, otherwise you'll be the first to die. The Doctor: You'll be all right. The implant hasn't taken. Yrcanos: What is that implant for? Mentor: It's one of Crozier's newest developments. We've been having problems with some of the Alphan slaves. The implant helps to impede any fractious or rebellious thoughts. It's very effective, Doctor. The Doctor: Where's the control centre? Mentor: Oh, er, I, er, I wouldn't know that. Yrcanos: Come now, wizened one. Tuza: I know where it is. The Doctor: Right, let's go. Yrcanos: To release slaves? I'd envisioned a more noble cause for which to fight. The Doctor: Well, think of the chaos if we remove their mind control. And you'd have a very willing army to fight the Mentors. Mentor: He's right, you know. Yrcanos: Be silent! I am King Yrcanos of the Krontep! I'm quite capable of making my own decisions! The Doctor: Then please hurry. Yrcanos: Varoonik! We'll release the slaves, and then on to death! Varoonik! The Doctor: I'm sorry about the noise. He does so enjoy his work. Mentor: Just go. Just go. Operating room Crozier: Shave her head. I've decided to attempt direct transference. Corridor Tuza: This way! Commerce room Mentor: With all due respect, Excellency... Sil: Guard! Mentor: Posikar has never been noted for the quality of its seaweed. Sil: Enquire what is happening. And have that noise switched off. Cave Yrcanos: This way! Tuza: No, this way. Outside the control centre Yrcanos: Carry on, Doctor. Control centre Frax: I somehow knew you'd finish up here. Tuza: You're getting very good at anticipating my moves. The Doctor: A friend of yours? Tuza: Not at all. The Doctor: Have you seen Peri? Frax: I believe she is with Crozier. The Doctor: Just as I feared. Frax: I think Mentor Sil would like a word with you both. The Doctor: Have you met Sil? Tuza: No. The Doctor: The last person you want to have... Tunnel The Doctor: Officiating at your execution. Tuza: Oh, he won't have us put to death. We'll join Peri as material for experimentation. Frax: Come on, move. Yrcanos: Dorf is d*ad. The Doctor: I'm sorry. Yrcanos: No. He died fighting. It was an honourable way. Tuza: I'm also sorry about your friend, but we must destroy the sl*ve control. Yrcanos: Lead me to it. I demand the privilege of initiating the demise of the Mentors... Commerce room Kiv: Yes, of course, I take your point, Excellency, but you must understand our... Sil: The Doctor is on the rampage with the barbarian king, Yrcanos. Kiv: Is that reason to interrupt an important conference? Sil: He is very dangerous. They could cause a great deal of damage. Kiv: That is nothing to what you are doing to my negotiations. If I'm not careful, I could lose an important fish concession. Sil: But you hate fish, Magnificence. Kiv: Do I? Excellency. Operating room Matrona: All is ready. Crozier: We must wait for Kiv to complete his meeting. Matrona: This time you will be successful. Crozier: This time could be my last time for anything. Matrona: What's happening? Control room Yrcanos: Ragna! Look on this and see Yrcanos, a great w*rlord, and also Yrcanos, the even greater liberator! Tuza: He's certainly a man of little modesty. The Doctor: Yrcanos? Yrcanos: Eh? The Doctor: It's time we found Peri. Yrcanos: Of course! I need my queen to grace my moment of triumph! Varoonik! Corridor Sil: What is all this confusion? Get out of the way. The Lord Kiv is unwell. Out of the way! Operating room Crozier: Prepare him at once. What do you want? Sil: Anarchy has broken out. The servants have gone mad, and good riddance, I say. All they do is eat you out of house and home. Corridor Trial room The Doctor: I remember now! Whatever made you take me out of time when you did? I remember it all. I was on my way to save Peri. Inquisitor: Things have gone too far. You had released chaos and allowed your companion to take part in an experiment that would affect all future life in the universe. The Doctor: I did try to stop it! Inquisitor: But you could not succeed. It was too late, and therefore necessary, by the direct order of the High Council, to prevent the consequence of Crozier's experiment. Watch, Doctor. Watch and listen carefully. Operating room Matrona: A perfect transfer. Crozier: I have altered the basis of all future life. Sil: Kiv's brain is inside the head of that repulsive Earth being? Crozier: No. This is what I wanted to achieve from the very beginning. I have transferred only the contents of his mind into the brain of the woman. Sil: And what of the Earth woman's mind? Crozier: Gone. ment*lly, she no longer exists. Sil: And you can transfer any mind into any body? Crozier: When the Earth woman's brain ages, I can transfer the mental energy and consciousness of Lord Kiv into yet another body. He need never die. Sil: Immortality. Tunnel Yrcanos: Now where? Tuza: Around the next corner. Yrcanos: Good. I shall enjoy destroying Crozier. Tuza: Don't you feel as though there's something missing? It's as though there was someone else here just a minute ago. That there was three of us. Yrcanos: Ah. You sense the presence of Mildu, the great god of w*r. That is good. It seems that I shall make a warrior out of you yet. Come! Outside the operating room Yrcanos: Good. Only two guards. The gods are with us. Tuza: What do we do? Yrcanos: Two guards, two of us. We fight like warriors. Tuza: And what does that mean? Yrcanos: Frontal att*ck. Now! Inquisitor (O.C.): They're caught in a time bubble. Everything must be perfect before they drive home their final att*ck. Trial room The Doctor: You're using Yrcanos as an assassin. Inquisitor: It was judged by the High Council as the most acceptable way, and Yrcanos will never know that he was used. The Doctor: And so they took it upon themselves to act like second-rate gods? Operating room Peri: Warm. Not cold. My body is warm. Wonderful. Legs. Toes. Toes wiggling. Trunk. A neck. Strong. A head free of pain. Eyesight. Colours. Warm blood inside. Oh, I like this. Now, I am she, alive within this oh so wonderful, wonderful frame, not that cold-blooded reptile thing. It must, must die. Crozier: It already has. Welcome to your new body. Sil: I wish you could have found a more attractive one. Yrcanos: Ragna! Peri: Protect me. I am your lord and master. Yrcanos: No! No! No! Trial room The Doctor: You k*lled Peri? Inquisitor: We had to act. With the discovery that Crozier had made, the whole course of natural evolution throughout the universe would be affected. Valeyard: But Peri died, Doctor, because you abandoned her. We had to end her life because your negligence had made it impossible for her to live. The Doctor: Lies. There's something else going on here. The High Council has no right to order Peri's or anyone else's death. Inquisitor: Please, Doctor. The Doctor: No, I was taken out of time for another reason, and I have every intention of finding out what it is.
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PART NINE (TERROR OF THE VERVOIDS) Written by Pip and Jane Baker Original air date: 01 November, 1986 Run time: 24:56 Trial room Inquisitor: We are all aware of your feelings of sorrow, Doctor. Has the recess given you sufficient time to overcome the distress of your bereavement? The Doctor: I doubt that there will ever be sufficient time for that, my lady. Valeyard: May we not proceed, my lady? The cavalier manner in which the Doctor permitted his young companion to be destroyed militates against this charade of concern. Inquisitor: The Doctor is fighting for his life, Valeyard. However, I do take your point. Doctor, are you ready to present your evidence? The Doctor: Yes. Yes, I am grateful to you, madam, for according me the same privilege as the Valeyard that allowed me access to the Matrix. My excursion will be into the future. Valeyard: The future? Is it going to be the Doctor's defence that he improves? The Doctor: Precisely. Valeyard: This I must see. The Doctor: My submission concerns a crisis which thr*at the lives not only of a group of people confined together with no means of escape, but would, if unresolved, thr*at every mortal being on the planet Earth. Inquisitor: Proceed. The Doctor: Mogar, a planet on the Perseus arm of the Milky Way. Space The Doctor (O.C.): Rich in rare metals. A top priority consignment of these precious metals is being loaded aboard Hyperion Three, an intergalactic liner that ferries between Mogar and Earth. A scheduled flight in the Earth year two thousand nine hundred and eighty six. Lounge The Doctor (O.C.): The crew is aboard. The last passengers are reporting in. Many will never complete the journey, for, in order to protect a secret hidden on the space liner, one will become a m*rder. Lasky: Am I expected to trust my life for millions of millions of miles to a bunch of incompetents who can't even get my luggage aboard without losing it? Janet: Your luggage, Professor? It's not in your cabin? Lasky: Really, do I have to repeat myself? Janet: I'm sure we can sort it out. Rudge: Problems, Janet? Let me help. Lasky: And who are you? Rudge: Security Officer Rudge, Professor. Now, which cabin did you go to? Lasky: You're asking, and you're the Security Officer? Cabin six, where else? Rudge: May I see your key, please? Rudge: Ah, no. The other way round, I think. You are in cabin nine, and that is where you will find your luggage, Professor. Lasky: Let's hope so. Janet: You're in cabin six, Mister Grenville. Grenville: Thank you. Rudge: Mister Grenville, Security Officer Rudge. If you have any problems... Kimber: Mister Hallett, how pleasant. At least one face not belonging to a stranger. Grenville: I'm sorry, I think you must be mistaken. Kimber: Oh, surely not. We met three years ago on Stella Stora. You came to investigate shortages in the granary. Grenville: My name is Grenville, and I've never been to Stella Stora. You're obviously confusing me with someone else. Rudge: Maybe the gentleman has a doppelganger. Kimber: But I could have sworn. Even the voice is the same. Bruchner: An investigator? Lasky: Bruchner, go and check the safety measures for the Isolation room, immediately. Cargo hold Guard: That's the final batch. Get your men ashore. Trial room Valeyard: An objection. Inquisitor: Relevant, I hope. Valeyard: Completely. When, may we ask, is the Doctor going to embroil himself in this saga? The Doctor: Now I object. Am I not to be protected from the prosecutor's insinuations? On what evidence does he conclude that I embroil myself? Inquisitor: None. I shall ignore his terminology. But I do confess I share his curiosity. The Doctor: I fail to see why you're so curious, madam. Surely you must know where my TARDIS is? Valeyard: Obscurity is a recognised tactic for subterfuge. The Doctor: And posing unnecessary questions in order to score cheap points is the tactic of a prosecutor who has no case. You have been monitoring my TARDIS. You claim it's been bugged with a listening device. So you tell the court where my TARDIS is. Inquisitor: I require you to respond to the challenge, Valeyard. Valeyard: It has entered the sector the Hyperion Three is traversing. Bridge Computer: Hyperion flight one one three is now in progress. TARDIS Mel: Twenty three, twenty four, twenty five... Mel & Doctor: Twenty six, twenty seven, twenty eight, twenty nine, thirty, thirty one, thirty two, thirty three, thirty four... The Doctor: Thirty five, thirty six, thirty seven, thirty eight... Mel & Doctor: Thirty nine, forty. Mel: This will wake you up. The Doctor: Carrot juice? Mel: It'll do you good. Honestly, carrots are full of vitamin A. The Doctor: Mel, have you studied my ears lately? Mel: It's your waistline I'm concerned about. The Doctor: No, no, seriously, though. Is it my imagination or have they started to grow longer? Mel: Listen, when I start to call you Neddy, then you can worry. Drink up. The Doctor: You'll worry sooner when I start to bray. Corridor Janet: Perhaps when you've unpacked, you'd like to join the other passengers in the lounge for refreshments. Janet: You startled me. Janet: You haven't got your translator switched on, sir. Atza: Why did we not depart on schedule? Janet: We were delayed for a late arrival. A gentleman from your planet, as a matter of fact. Atza: A Mogarian? Janet: Yes, sir. Communications room Janet: Anything interesting? Edwardes: Maybe. Unidentified craft. I've tried all the standard frequencies. Janet: Without response? Edwardes: Not a bleep. Janet: Perhaps it's a piece of space flotsam. Edwardes: You make delicious coffee, Janet. Janet: Oh, well, if you don't want the benefit of my advice. Edwardes: Let's try you on hyper-frequency. TARDIS Mel: Sixty nine, seventy, seventy one, seventy two... The Doctor: Quickly, Mel, press the red button. Get the message on the screen. Press it. Press it! Mel: I have. You said red. The Doctor: Did I? Must be the carrot juice making me colour blind. Mel: Colour blind? Mel: Cryptic. The Doctor: Unsigned. Mel: Mayday call? We have to respond. The Doctor: Practically on our doorstep. Cargo hold Mel: Come on, Doctor. Come on, hurry. The Doctor: How I keep up with you is a constant source of amazement to me. Mel: No one sends a mayday call unless it's a matter of life and death. The Doctor: Yes. Let's exercise the grey cells for once, shall we, rather than the muscles. The Doctor: That was no ordinary mayday call. It was beamed specifically at the TARDIS. Mel: So it's from someone who knows you. The Doctor: In which case, why wasn't it signed? Mel: Panic? Desperation. Well, we won't find out by hanging about in here, will we? The Doctor: We won't go blundering into a trap, either. Mel: I've never seen this side of you before. You're usually the one who goes charging in regardless. The Doctor: Can't you sense it, Mel? Mel: Sense what? The Doctor: Evil. There's evil in this place. The Doctor: I've got a better idea. Let's go to Pyro Shika, a fascinating planet... Mel: Doctor! Mel: Doctor. The Doctor: So much for your enthusiasm. Let me do the talking. The Doctor: Now listen, my man, I can explain. We're... Guard: Shut up. Move. The Doctor: I said I can explain. Guard: And I said move. The Doctor: He did, didn't he. Mel: You certainly talked us out of trouble there. Bridge Rudge: You never heard anything? Edwardes: Not a sound. Rudge: Nor saw anything? Edwardes: I've already told you. Rudge: No one's blaming you, laddie, but I thought perhaps now that your head is clearer. Edwardes: I was concentrating on the unidentified craft. Rudge: From which you failed to get a response. Travers: Mister Edwardes, what about the security tape? Edwardes: Deactivated, sir. Travers: Which indicates knowledge of our procedures. Rudge: Just my thoughts too, Commodore. Travers: I'm sure. How about the rest of the equipment? Edwardes: In perfect order, sir. Travers: That leaves only one objective your assailant could have had. Rudge: To send a message. Travers: I was trying not to state the obvious, Mister Rudge. That'll do. Report to the medic before returning to duty. Edwardes: Thank you, sir. The Doctor: Will you please stop poking that contraption into my spine. Guard: We heard a noise in the cargo hold, Mister Rudge, and found these two. The Doctor: Is it? Yes, it is. Captain Tonker Travers. Travers: Commodore. The Doctor: Oh. Travers: Of all the places in this infinite universe, you have to turn up on my ship. The Doctor: Commodore? That means this is a grade one security craft. Rudge: Yes, and I should like to know how you got here. Travers: Don't bother, Rudge. I know how. What I don't know is why. The Doctor: But didn't you send the mayday call? Travers: Me? Mel: We had to respond. Edwardes: That's true, sir. Travers: I am fully conversant with the navigational code, Mister Edwardes. I thought you were reporting to the medic. Edwardes: Yes, sir. Travers: I authorised no mayday signal. My Communications officer is att*cked and then you appear. Mel: And a fat lot of thanks we've got for our pains. Travers: If I seem to lack gratitude, young woman... The Doctor: Melanie. Known as Mel. Travers: It is because on the previous occasion that the Doctor's path crossed mine, I found myself involved in a web of mayhem and intrigue. The Doctor: Ah, saved your ship, though, Commodore. Travers: Yes, you did, though whether it would have been at risk without your intervention is another matter. Mel: Whatever happened in the past doesn't alter the fact that a mayday call was sent. The Doctor: Not by you, though, Commodore, so let's make this hail and farewell, shall we? Travers: Stand easy, Doctor. You're not leaving. The Doctor: We're not? Travers: I'd rather have you where I can see you than swanning around outside. Conduct them to the lounge. Consider yourself restricted to passenger quarters. Mel: In other words, welcome aboard. Rudge: Stowaways. I could have done without that on my final service report. Travers: If you're expecting an easy ride on your last voyage, Mister, I'm afraid you're not going to get it. Rudge: I think you're being a mite unfair, sir. Travers: Am I? Well, don't be too diligent in policing the Doctor. Rudge: Can I have clarification of that instruction, sir. Travers: Give him enough rope and he will snare our culprit for us. Lounge The Doctor: Far cry from the carefree life of Pease Pottage, eh, Mel? Mel: I'm not complaining. You're really worried, aren't you? The Doctor: I can't rid myself of the feeling I'm being used. Whoever sent that message knew me. Mel: There's a made to measure candidate. The Doctor: There is? Mel: The Commodore. He's met you before. The Doctor: He'd have said. Mel: Would he admit he needs outside assistance? The Doctor: Intriguing possibility, but that's all. Mel: Look, the quickest way out of this is to solve the mystery. The Doctor: That could also be the quickest way into trouble. Mel: Why don't you ask for a passenger list? The Doctor: Don't hustle me, Mel. Mel: Who's hustling? All I'm saying is that you might recognise a name. Simple, isn't it? The Doctor: Hmm. Meanwhile? Mel: Meanwhile, I wander around, poke my nose into a few nooks and crannie and see if anyone tries to make contact. Remember, we were restricted to the passenger quarters. This is only the lounge. Corridor Rudge: Looking for something, miss? Mel: I see you've a gymnasium. Rudge: Needed on a long trip like this. Mel: I thought I might do a bit of limbering up. Rudge: That's the spirit. Let me take you there. Mel: So you can keep tabs on me? Rudge: Why would I want to do that? Mel: This way? Lounge The Doctor: I wonder if you can help me. Janet: I'll do my best. The Doctor: I'd like to see a copy of the passenger list. Gymnasium Rudge: Put the headset on, Miss. Rudge: Sorry. If you get tired of aerobics, just select another tape. They come complete with instructions and music. Mel: Thank you. Doland: Professor, we have a problem in the Hydroponic Centre. Lasky: The Hydroponic Centre? What's happened? Doland: It's been broken into. Lasky: Get Bruchner down there. He's in the Isolation Room. Mel: Yes? Yes, I heard, but who's speaking? Lounge Janet: You're very persuasive, Doctor, but I can't possibly... Janet: Ah, here's the man who could give you permission. The Doctor: No, no, no, no, don't bother. Rudge: Permission for what? The Doctor: Ah, it's not important. It's just a whim. I'm subject to whims, so I'm told. Janet: The Doctor wants a passenger list. Rudge: Why not? Indeed, the idea makes good sense. The Doctor: Mmm. Well, if I could I could just spot a familiar name... Rudge: We'd get our culprit, you'd bid us farewell. I should have thought of that myself, Doctor. Sign of age. I'm due to retire after this voyage. The Doctor: No, no, all complete strangers, I'm afraid. Rudge: Pity. The Doctor: Thank you. Mel: He's been in touch. He wants you to meet him in cabin six. The Doctor: Did you see him, get a name? Mel: No, just a message. Let's go. The Doctor: Now, before you go rushing off, Mel, do you know what a Judas goat is? Mel: Er, yes. It's a decoy goat that's tied to the stake to lure the tiger out into the open. The Doctor: Getting badly mauled in the process. I think I shall refuse the role. Mel: Then where are you going? The Doctor: For a non-provocative stroll around the deck. Mel: But what about cabin six? The Doctor: Tiger trap. Cargo hold Lasky: You appalling dunderhead, Doland. Couldn't you have repaired this? Doland: I assumed you'd want to see the damage for yourself, Professor. Lasky: And I suppose it never penetrated your thick academic skull to check the pods. Doland: That was the first thing I did. They're s*ab. Bruchner: Professor Lasky! The Demeter seeds, they're gone. Cabin 6 Mel: Hello? Anyone at home? The Doctor: You're not supposed to be in here. Mel: And what about you? The Doctor: Hmm? Mel: Going for a stroll? You just said that to put me off. The Doctor: Well, there's no sense in putting two heads into the noose. Mel: Ever heard of safety in numbers? The Doctor: Hmm. Mel: Looks like someone's been in a fight for their life. The Doctor: Yes. The question is, did they succeed? Bridge Travers: Yes? Rudge (O.C.): Would you come down, sir? Travers: Where? Rudge (O.C.): Waste disposal unit. There's been an accident. Travers: Accident? Can't you deal with it? Rudge (O.C.): I think you should be here, sir. Travers: Very well. What I have done to be landed with him, I fail to comprehend. Take over. Corridor The Doctor: What is it? Janet: Emergency in the waste disposal unit. Mel: This way. The Doctor: Yeah, this way. Waste disposal Travers: I see. Cut the klaxon. Accident? Why can't you use plain language, mister? Whoever's been dumped in there has been pulverised into fragments and sent floating in space, and in my book that's m*rder. Have you called a medic for this man? Rudge: Of course, sir. Straight away. Travers: Then I suggest you begin earning your salary and find out who that belongs to. The Doctor: I may be able to help you there, Commodore. Travers: Somehow, that doesn't surprise me. The Doctor: If you'd rather I left it to Mister Rudge? Mel: The passenger in cabin six sent for the Doctor. When we got there, he was gone. Travers: Doesn't follow that he wound up in the pulveriser. The Doctor: The room was a wreck. Mel: And there was a single shoe, exactly the same pattern as that. The Doctor: To be complete, the syllogism only requires its grim conclusion. Travers: And naturally you have never met the man or know why he sent for you. Mel: We don't even know his name. Rudge: It was Grenville, sir. A mineralogist. Travers: Any suggestions why a mineralogist who wanted to see you should be k*lled? The Doctor: None at all. Travers: Or why it is that every time you appear on the scene, people begin to die? Mel: Hey, I don't care who you are, you've no right to say that to the Doctor. The Doctor: Yes, he does, Mel. He has every right. It happens to be true. Lounge Lasky: Well? Lasky: Never mind them. Is the Isolation Room safe? Bruchner: Yes, the emergency was in the waste disposal unit. Lasky: Then we can relax. Nothing to do with us. Bruchner: That's your assessment, is it, Professor? The danger's passed? Gymnasium The Doctor: Well, that's it, then. End of the line. Mel: What do you mean? The Doctor: Well, our contact. Obviously he's the one who's been pulverised. Mel: So we give up? The Doctor: What else? Mel: The Hydroponic Centre. I told you about the sudden panic when I was in here. The Doctor: Irrelevant and immaterial. Mel: What? The Doctor: My dear Melanie, if you wish to pursue this completely arbitrary course, pray hurry along to the Hydroponic Centre and leave me to my static and solitary peregrinations. Trial room The Doctor: Hold it! Just a minute, I don't remember that. Inquisitor: How could you remember? These events are in your future. The Doctor: But, I reviewed that section earlier when I was preparing my defence. There have been changes. That isn't what happened. The girl, Melanie. Her information was important. I wouldn't have just ignored it. Completely uncharacteristic. And the words, misused, didn't even sound like mine. Valeyard: What isn't completely uncharacteristic is this resort to excuses and subterfuge. To gloss over the death of Peri, the Doctor conveniently presents us with another companion. Inquisitor: Hardly a convenience, Valeyard. These events are in the Doctor's future. He would not have met the young woman yet. Valeyard: I stand corrected. But my assumption of why he has pursued such an arbitrary course in aborting this tale still remains. The Doctor: Arbitrary course? Inquisitor: Your assumption, Valeyard? Valeyard: That she, too, is going to her death. The Doctor: No! No, look, I'm sorry, madam, I can't explain, but I have a feeling I am being manipulated, that the evidence is being distorted. Valeyard: Preposterous! Absolutely preposterous! Forgive me, Sagacity. The idea the Matrix could lie. No, it is we who are being manipulated. The Doctor: No! Valeyard: To obscure the damaging truth. The Doctor: No, this is total fabrication. Valeyard: The truth, Doctor! You sent your companion down the cargo hold into a situation which you described, I quote, can't you sense it, Mel? Evil. There's evil in this place. The Doctor: No! No, this is all wrong. Every instinct of which I am capable would have made me prevent her. Valeyard: Yet you did not. Inquisitor: Doctor, either you continue with your submission or I must consider the evidence for the defence to be concluded. Cargo hold Edwardes: What are you doing prowling around down here? Mel: Prowling? Why should I be prowling? Edwardes: Because this if off-limits, and I suspect you know it. Mel: I just wanted to have a peep at the Hydroponics Centre. Edwardes: Any reason in particular? Mel: I think it might tie in with that mysterious mayday call. I'm not going to touch anything. What harm could it do? Edwardes: I'll no doubt regret this, but come on, a conducted tour only. No wandering off on your own. Mel: Tell me, who's the woman with the dragon's voice? Edwardes: Professor Sarah Lasky. She's an agronomist. So are her two assistants, Bruchner and Doland. Mel: So was the Hydroponics Centre set up specially for them? Edwardes: Yes, we had to allocate part of the hold. Mel: Why is only low spectrum light allowed in the place? Edwardes: Something to do with photosynthesis. Low spectrum light allows the plants to stay dormant. Edwardes: Now, I'll go first. We don't want you breaking your neck. At least, not until...
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PART TEN (TERROR OF THE VERVOIDS) Written by Pip and Jane Baker Original air date: 08 November, 1986 Run time: 24:18 Cargo hold Mel: Why is only low spectrum light allowed in the place? Edwardes: Something to do with photosynthesis. Low spectrum light allows the plants to stay dormant. Edwardes: Now, I'll go first. We don't want you breaking your neck. At least, not until... Guard: What are you doing here? You were told not to come down... Mel: Back there! Edwardes, he's d*ad! He just touched the fences. Guard: Save your explanations for the Commodore, lady. Guard 2: He's d*ad, all right. Guard: Stay with him. I'll send help. Move. Trial room Valeyard: Another death, Doctor? But for the caprice of chance, the victim would have been your companion, Mel. Your culpability is beyond question. Inquisitor: You could have prevented her from going into the cargo hold. Instead, you appear to encourage her. The Doctor: When I viewed the Matrix earlier, that isn't what happened. Valeyard: More futile grasping at straws. When the facts tell against you, you cry fraud. Inquisitor: Do you wish to reconsider, Doctor? The Doctor: No, madam. I am being manipulated, but the only way to discover why, and by whom, is to press on. Outside the Isolation room Doland: Just an accident. No cause for concern. The stewardess will take care of that. Gymnasium Lasky: Why aren't you wearing a pulsometer? The heart should be monitored while exercising. The Doctor: Which heart would you suggest, madam? Unfortunately, that doesn't register a double pulse. Lasky: A double pulse? What are you, a comedian? The Doctor: No, more a sort of clown, actually. Would you care to hear my rendering of On With The Motley? Rudge: Doctor, you're required on the bridge. The Doctor: Ah! The Commodore wants a chat. Good, I shall enjoy that. Rudge: I don't think you'll find enjoyment's on the agenda. Bridge Mel: I don't need anyone to speak up for me. I'm quite capable of defending myself. Travers: How long have you known this woman? The Doctor: Er, time is a comparative concept, Commodore. Mel: Not now, Doctor. Just answer the question. Travers: I should accept that advice and drop the sophistry. Can you vouch for her? The Doctor: Completely. Utterly. What's all this about, Mel? Mel: The Communication's officer's d*ad, and they think I did it. Rudge: She was caught running from the scene. She can't deny that. Mel: I haven't tried. I persuaded Edwardes to show me the Hydroponic Centre. It was booby-trapped. The Doctor: Booby-trapped? Mel: If it hadn't been for Edwardes, it would have been me who was k*lled. Rudge: What? are you certain? Travers: What is it? Rudge: It's the medical team. They say they can't find Edwardes anywhere in the hold, sir. Mel: But he must be there. The Doctor: Or perhaps he wasn't d*ad. The weird atmosphere down there could lead to phantasmagoria. Mel: Oh, come on, you know me. Am I prone to that sort of imagination? The Doctor: Well. Travers: I thought you'd left a man down there. Guard: I did, sir. Travers: Well, where is he? Rudge? Rudge: They say there's no sign of him either, sir. Mel: The guard's disappeared too? Well, now perhaps you'll accept that I'm not responsible. You've had me in custody! The Doctor: The perfect alibi, Commodore. Travers: Organise a search, Mister Rudge. I want those men found. Rudge: Yes, sir. Travers: Now, since you've put in an appearance, first a passenger, now my communications officer and a guard have gone missing. Two, if not all three, m*rder. You, standing there in your divine state of innocence, you can't tell me what's happening, can you? Mel: I can. The answer's simple enough. You've got a k*ller on board. Corridor Mel: Look, Doctor, you can't just play a passive role. We were sent for, remember? The Doctor: I'm cogitating. Mel: About what? The Doctor: Whether his job is to keep unwanted visitors out or... Mel: Keep someone in. The Doctor: Hmm. Intriguing, isn't it. Mel: Does seem strange, I admit. An armed guard outside an Isolation Room. Cargo hold Bruchner: No matter how you and Professor Lasky rationalise the situation, we should never have proceeded to the point we've reached. Doland: How you became a scientist, Bruchner, baffles me. You have the temperament of an overcautious rabbit. Did you leave the gates open? Hydroponics centre Bruchner: Doland, the pods! Bruchner: Every one of them. Empty. Doland: Some fool must have introduced high intensity light into the Centre. Bruchner: We're confronted with a catastrophe and that's your reaction? Don't you realise what's been unleashed? Outside the Isolation room Rudge: Not again. Janet: What's going on in there? Rudge: Don't ask me, I'm only the Security officer. Lounge Mel: Where are they? The Doctor: Where are who? Mel: You know exactly what I mean. Where are the seeds? The ones you picked up in the wrecked cabin, or did you think I'd forgotten. The Doctor: Uh huh. Mel: Oh, come on. The Doctor: What do you want them for? Mel: Professor Lasky. She's an agronomist. I'm going to ask her. The Doctor: Is she? An agronomist, huh? You'd better leave me to cope with this. Mel: You? The Doctor: Mmm. This is a situation that requires tact and finesse. Fortunately, I am blessed with both. The Doctor: Professor Lasky. Lasky: Oh, it's you, the comedian. What do you want? The Doctor: I understand that you're an agronomist. Lasky: A thremmatologist, to be precise. The Doctor: A thremmatologist? Then you're well qualified to tell me about these. Lasky: Stewardess! Stewardess! Janet: Something wrong, Professor? Lasky: Fetch the Security officer. Janet: Can I help? Lasky: At once! Janet: May I be told what's wrong, Professor? Lasky: This man's a thief. Janet: Mister Rudge to the passenger lounge, please. Mel: Tact. Finesse. Now what have you landed us in? Hydroponics Centre Bruchner: What was that? Doland: Nothing. Pull yourself together, Bruchner. Bruchner: There's someone in the hold. Doland: Bruchner, you're allowing hysteria to take... Bruchner: I know what I saw. There was a movement. Lounge Lasky: That puts an entirely different complexion on the situation. Pity your friend the comedian wasn't as lucid. The Doctor: I never had a chance to be... Lasky: I can't understand why they were in cabin six, or why a mineralogist would steal them. Mel: Are they special, Professor? The Doctor: Yes, just what I was going to... Lasky: Demeter seeds? Yes, they are. They represent a tremendous advance, a colossal leap. The Doctor: Do they? Mel: What did you call them? The Demeter seeds? The Doctor: The name of a god... Lasky: Food of the gods. Bruchner, my assistant, bit of a romantic, highly strung, he christened them. The Doctor: That still doesn't explain... Lasky: He wasn't just being pretentious. They'll increase potential yield threefold. And even more, they'll grow in desert sand. Rudge: Er. Lasky: What is it, man? Don't stand there hovering. The Doctor: You sent for him. Lasky: I did? Oh, yes. Not to worry. Rudge: But I do worry, especially when serious allegations are made. You accused the Doctor of being a thief. Lasky: Oh, that. A mistake. The fellow may be a fool, but he's not a criminal. Bridge Travers: Project our course through the sector ahead. Put us onto a straighter course. Reduce the diversion to a point naught three safety margin. Officer: I estimate that brings our ETA forward by seventy two hours, sir. Travers: Seventy two hours closer to getting expert investigators on board. Carry on. Lounge Mel: No, Doctor. The Doctor: No. Kimber: No, thank you. Travers: No need for concern. Just a navigational adjustment. As you can see, it doesn't even require my presence on the bridge. Now, for your information, the change of course will bring our landfall forward by seventy two hours. Travers: Switch on your translator. Atza: Surely we are approaching the sector with the Black Hole of Tartarus. Travers: That's correct. Atza: If you are saving time, we must be going closer to the black hole. Travers: There's no danger. The safety margin is more than adequate. Ortezo: That is hardly a denial. Enzu: Simply a bromide. Travers: You sought reassurance, I've given it. Ortezo: That word reassurance, bears sinister undertones for we Mogarians. Travers: Indeed? Ortezo: It is the word the Earthlings used when first they persuaded us to allow them to sink mines on Mogar. Atza: A limited concession was all they requested, and now they are stripping our planet bare. Enzu: Truth is a stranger to the Earthlings. Travers: If you'll excuse me, politics do not come into my realm of influence. The Doctor: Then they should. Atza: Who are you? Another prospector? The Doctor: Only of knowledge. I have visited your planet. It's very rich in natural resources. Ortezo: Which will soon be exhausted if these Earthlings are not restrained. They are going through the universe like a plague of interplanetary locusts. Trial room Valeyard: Are we to be subjected to a dissertation on interplanetary politics now, Sagacity? The Doctor: Is that all you think it was? Valeyard: Mining rights, Mogarians versus Earthlings. What else would you call that? The Doctor: You are so pathetically intent on incriminating me you haven't been watching what's going on! Valeyard: My eyes never left the screen. The Doctor: Well, you may have been selected to prosecute me, Valeyard, but I hope you'll never be chosen to defend me. Valeyard: An occasion that will not arise, Doctor. Your lives are forfeit, as I have ably proven. The Doctor: Something vital just happened in that scene, and the Valeyard perversely switched our attention to more trivial matters. Valeyard: Then for pity's sake tell us what it was that happened and enjoy your moment of triumph. The Doctor: Triumph? There's no cause for celebration. One of the occupants of that lounge is about to die. Valeyard: Another m*rder? The Doctor: Yes. And if you had been watching, you would know who was the intended victim. Inquisitor: Gentlemen, is this case to be resolved with a battle of words or to be conducted via the Matrix? Lounge Travers: You've drawn a blank where Edwardes is concerned? Rudge: Yes, sir. Perhaps we should search the passenger cabins. Travers: No. The passengers are already uneasy. Do you want them to realise they're trapped with a k*ller on the loose? The Doctor: You're very quiet, Mel. Not quite your style to go into a brown study. Mel: Brown study? Is the vocabulary of all the Time Lords so antediluvian? Travers: Are you trying to k*ll him? The Doctor: I'm trying to save him! Atza: He will die if you remove his helmet. Rudge: Mogarians can't breathe oxygen. Surely you're aware of that? The Doctor: He's not a Mogarian! Mel: He's not? Travers: Then who is he? The Doctor: If you'll kindly allow me to remove his face plate? I fear this poor fellow is beyond help. Janet: It's Grenville! The Doctor: Grenville? Rudge: The passenger from cabin six. Travers: The man who's supposed to have been dumped in the pulveriser. The Doctor: His name isn't Grenville. It's Hallett. Travers: Send a stretcher party to the lounge. Bridge Officer: Yes, sir. I'll organise that immediately. Lounge Travers: Carry on, Mister Rudge. Kimber: Poor Mister Hallett. I knew it was Hallett. I recognised him, remember? The Doctor: You recognised him? Kimber: Yes. Rudge: But he denied it. He insisted his name was Grenville. The Doctor: Well, he would. Mel: Well, whether his name's Grenville or Hallett, why did he stage his own death in the pulveriser? The Doctor: This gentleman's just given us the answer. Kimber: I have? The Doctor: Hallett had presumably been assigned to investigate something or somebody on this ship. Then he had the bad fortune to be recognised. A chance encounter that put his entire mission in jeopardy. Rudge: Are you saying we had an undercover agent aboard and I wasn't informed? The Doctor: Well, you may have been a suspect. Rudge: Me? The Doctor: Together with everyone else on this voyage. Rudge: Is all this guesswork, or have you any more tricks up your sleeve? The Doctor: No tricks, Mister Rudge. I knew Hallett, and admired him. But I assure you, until I removed that face plate I had no idea he was on board. Rudge: All nice and lily white, Doctor, but it does leave one nasty little problem. The Doctor: It does? Rudge: How did you know the d*ad man wasn't a Mogarian? Trial room Valeyard: Yes, how did you know? Have you been editing the Matrix and denying the court all the evidence to which it is entitled? Inquisitor: That would be a serious offence, Doctor. The Doctor: At the risk of appearing impertinent, Sagacity, I would point out that you, the Valeyard, and everyone here present could have acquired the same knowledge. Inquisitor: Perhaps we may hear your explanation. The Doctor: With respect, you will not hear it from me. Travers (on screen): Switch on your translator. Atza (on screen): Surely we are approaching the sector with the Black Hole of Tartarus. Travers (on screen): There's no danger. The safety margin is more than adequate. Ortezo (on screen): That is hardly a denial. Enzu (on screen): Simply a bromide. The Doctor: As you saw, the bogus Mogarian did not switch on his translator. Valeyard: Very astute of you, Doctor, but don't stop there. Let us assume the m*rder man was responsible for the mayday call. Perhaps you'll now direct your deductive gifts towards justifying his extraordinary behaviour. Inquisitor: Yes, the investigator Hallett's methods were very unorthodox. The Doctor: Agreed, and I am indebted to the prosecutor for putting his finger on the nub of my defence, the reason why I could no longer stay on the sidelines. Lounge Mel: Anyone there could have poisoned his drink. The Doctor: Providing us with a plethora of suspects. Mel: Us? Do I detect a commitment at last? Because of Hallett's death? You said you admired him. The Doctor: I did. He was one of a rare breed. A maverick. Even the highly organised society of the thirtieth century has need of his kind. He'll be missed. And he left these seeds for me to find. Mel: To lead you to where I've been telling you all along. The Hydroponic Centre. Corridor Bruchner: What are you doing away from your post? The Isolation room is under no circumstances to be left unguarded. If it happens again, I shall report you to the Commodore. Cargo hold Mel: Hallett must have sent that mayday call. The Doctor: Yes, he wanted me here as a catalyst, and to divert attention away from his own activities. Mel: You'd do that without being asked. The Doctor: Hallett was an unorthodox man, but he was also a subtle man. So why did he resort to such blunderbuss tactics? Why use me as a Judas goat? Mel: Well, he was running out of time. The mayday message said as much. Perative traitor be identified before landing Earth. I'd guess the incomplete word was imperative, wouldn't you? The Doctor: Do you know, I've always envied you that. Mel: I shall probably regret this, but go on, I'll buy it. Envied me what? The Doctor: Your amazing ability for almost total recall. Mel: Compliments. You are undergoing a change. The Doctor: I could have been comparing you to an elephant. Well, figuratively speaking. They never forget. Mel: Doctor, I realise you're trying to take my mind off poor Edwardes. The Doctor: If you'd rather wait here... Mel: No. Hydroponics centre Mel: What have you got there? The Doctor: A leaf from Hallett's pocket. Mel: I didn't see you take it. The Doctor: Ah ha! Neither did anyone else. Another one of my tricks. The Doctor: What do you make of these pods, Mel? Mel: I'm not into agronomy. Ask the professor. The Doctor: Ah. Thremmatology. The professor said she was a thremmatologist. Mel: You're going to have to enlighten me. It's out of my range. The Doctor: The science of breeding or propagating animals and plants under domestication. Mel: I'm not much wiser. The Doctor: Well, think, Mel. You've got a good brain. Think. The Doctor: I wonder what came out of this? Gymnasium Bruchner: Will you end this charade, this pathetic pretence at normality. Can't you accept we're on the brink of disaster? Doland: Bruchner, will you stop panicking? Our work must remain secret whatever the cost. Bruchner: You're completely without conscience, Doland, I'm aware of that, but I expected the professor to grasp the enormity of our folly. Doland: So you're suggesting that we jeopardise years of scientific research for the sake of some hypothetical danger? Lasky: Exactly. We've no reason to believe the results of our experiments are other than benign. Bruchner: Benign? Have you been in the Isolation Room lately? Lasky: An unfortunate mishap that has no relevance to this situation. In any case, it's academic now. Bruchner: I lack your lofty detachment. Lasky: Do you also lack loyalty, Bruchner, to your colleagues. Before we left Mogar, we agreed that our discovery should be divulged to no one, no one, until we reached Earth. Unless you have concrete evidence to prove there is danger, I expect you to keep your word. Bruchner: You simply don't understand, do you. The crime we are committing in the name of science will make us infamous! Bruchner: That's assuming there's anyone left to pass judgement. Outside cabin 8 Janet: Decided to get some rest, Mister Kimber? Kimber: Yes, though I doubt if I'll sleep. At my age, one doesn't like to be reminded of mortality. Janet: May I fetch you a warm drink? It might help. Kimber: Thank you. That's very gracious. Janet: It's the stewardess, sir. Cabin 8 Janet: I've brought your warm drink, sir. Shall I leave it on the dressing table? Corridor The Doctor: What's a thremmatologist doing in an isolation room wearing a surgical mask? Mel: Seeing as there's only one way to find out, you've got two problems. The Doctor: Two? Mel: Apart from getting rid of the guard, you're going to need a mask, and you can hardly ask the professor to lend you hers. Mel: Did you hear that? The Doctor: Quickly, the lounge! There are passengers trapped! On the double, man! There are lives at stake. Isolation room
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PART ELEVEN (TERROR OF THE VERVOIDS) Written by Pip and Jane Baker Original air date: 15 November, 1986 Run time: 24:07 Corridor The Doctor: What's a thremmatologist doing in an isolation room wearing a surgical mask? Mel: Seeing as there's only one way to find out, you've got two problems. The Doctor: Two? Mel: Apart from getting rid of the guard, you're going to need a mask, and you can hardly ask the professor to lend you hers. Mel: Did you hear that? The Doctor: Quickly, the lounge! There are passengers trapped! On the double, man! There are lives at stake. Isolation room Ruth: No. Stop her. Stop Lasky. Ruth: Got to stop her, stop her. Stop Lasky. Doland: Out! Out! Corridor The Doctor: What's going on in there? What are you trying to hide? Will you please stop mauling me? Doland: I should drop the innocent party act if I were you. Any moment now, that guard will be back. He's going to be even less enchanted by your antics. Mel: Never mind the guard. That monstrosity, what is it in there? The Doctor: Does the Commodore know what's being isolated in there? Doland: I don't know by whose authority you ask, but if it'll put a stop you your meddling, I'll explain. That monstrosity, as you call her, is my lab assistant, Ruth Baxter. We're taking her to Earth in the hope that we can reverse her condition. Our facilities on Mogar were too primitive. Mel: What happened? How did she get in that state? Doland: The experimental nature of our work entails some calculated risks. The Doctor: Calculated risks? Are you telling me that sad travesty is a statistical possibility? Mel: The word should be criminal. Doland: Very well, perhaps I should have said unforeseen. During a particularly delicate cross-fertilisation, a speck of pollen penetrated a minute scratch on my assistant's thumb. She should never have left the wound uncovered. Guard: There he is! Halt, or I'll f*re. Rudge: Oh, Doctor, you do have the knack of landing yourself in hot water. The Doctor: Satiable curtiosity, like the Elephant's Child. Mel: Never mind the Just So stories. That guard looks trigger happy to me. Rudge: Simply doing his duty, miss. The regulations are quite specific. Anyone setting off a false alarm on an intergalactic liner is to be arrested forthwith. The Doctor: No need to quote the book. I can explain. Rudge: Not to me, to the Commodore. He's expecting you. Take him. The Doctor: No, that's all right. I know the way. Mel: Doctor? The Doctor: Hmm? Mel: That way. The Doctor: Yes, I know. It's that way. Trial room Valeyard: Stop the Matrix. I fail to comprehend this evidence. The Doctor is on trial for his life, yet in his defence he presents us with a situation in which he is deliberately flouting accepted authority. Inquisitor: Much of your evidence does seem to contradict your stated aim, Doctor. Are you saying the Matrix is again being falsified? The Doctor: No. And if the Valeyard would exercise the same restraint as I showed during his presentation of his case against me... Valeyard: Ha! The Doctor: And could suppress his bloodlust... Inquisitor: Doctor! This court is dedicated to giving you a fair trial. Do not abuse its indulgence. The Doctor: I apologise. Inquisitor: The Matrix, Doctor. I suggest we return to the Hyperion Three. Bridge Travers: Bring us in closer. Reduce the margin by a factor of point naught one to naught two. The Doctor: Very narrow margin of safety, Commodore. Travers: Not to a ship of the Hyperion class. The Doctor: Still risky, though. Quirky phenomena, black holes. They can gulp with unpredictable turbulence. Travers: When I want your advice, I'll ask for it. I'll handle this. Get back on duty. Travers: What I do want to hear from you is a reason why I shouldn't throw you in the brig. f*re alarms are not playthings for irresponsible buffoons. Corridor Janet: Mister Rudge! Mister Rudge. Rudge: What is it, Janet? Janet: Mister Kimber has disappeared. He didn't report to the f*re assembly point and he's not in his cabin. Cabin 8 Janet: He hasn't touched the drink I brought him. Rudge: Well, maybe he just wandered off, absent minded. Janet: Without his jacket or his watch? Rudge: Now, when did you last see him? Janet: I didn't. See him, that is. He was in the shower. I spoke to him through the door. Janet: Where can he have got to? With all these killings... Rudge: That'll do. Pull yourself together. Going to pieces won't help. We'll search the passenger quarters before we start assuming the worst. Bridge Travers: A grim picture. The Doctor: I've no reason to lie, Commodore. Travers: I'm not questioning your honesty, simply your methods. However, I'm left with little alternative but to begin to cooperate. The Doctor: Begin? I take it you mean begin overtly to cooperate. You've been using me, Commodore. I would never have been allowed to run free if you hadn't condoned it. Travers: Fair comment. The Doctor: Frankly, I think you should notify the authorities about the death of the investigator Hallett, and insist on being given full details of his mission. Travers: You underestimate me to that extent, do you? The Doctor: Sorry. They refused. Travers: Top secret. By the time they've gone through channels, we'll probably have docked. The Doctor: Well, that can't happen. Travers: No one will be allowed to disembark. The m*rder won't escape. The Doctor: m*rder? Yes. You'll let me know as soon as you get a reply? Travers: Certainly, Doctor. I'll match you for candour. Lounge Janet: Did you find him? Rudge: Not a sign. And you? Rudge: I left a report we've lost another passenger. That'll improve the Commodore's temper, I'll guarantee. Atza: Mister Rudge. Rudge: Er, later. Atza: Wait. Come here. We want to know what is happening. Ortezo: Yes, where was the f*re? Rudge: It was a false alarm. There is nothing to worry about. You must excuse me. I have urgent things to do. Ortezo: Sit down, Rudge. Atza: There is only one thing you have got to do. Ortezo: That is to tell us exactly what is going on. Atza: And I suggest you do so right now. Bridge Travers: Yes? What is it? Corridor Travers (O.C.): State your position. Vervoid: Help me with this. Bridge Travers: Who the blazes was that? Trace that call. Hydroponics Centre Doland: Have you gone out of your mind? Bruchner: I have been, but not any more. I've regained my sanity. Doland: It's not only your own work you're destroying. Other people have contributed. You've no right to do this! Bruchner: You long ago lost sight of the difference between right and wrong. Doland: Why? Because of some unexplained incidents? Bruchner: On my way down here, I heard of another unexplained incident. That harmless old man is missing. How many more, Doland, before you and Lasky accept responsibility? Gymnasium Lasky: I've no time for a horticultural discussion now, young woman. You and your erratic friend have already disrupted my routine. Mel: I only asked you if you'd tell what this leaf is. Lasky: After my workout, and that's final. Doland: I need to speak with you privately, Professor. Lasky: Really! Not now, Doland! Doland: I know how much you object to your work schedule being interrupted, but this is absolutely vital. Lasky: Well? Doland: You must speak with Bruchner, calm him down. Lasky: Can't you? Doland: Look, he won't listen to me. Lasky: Where is he? Doland: In the Hydroponic Centre. Mel: Mister Doland. Mel: Let's pick up where we left off while you're in the mood for explanations. Doland: Did I give you that impression? Mel: What are those pods in the Hydroponic Centre? Doland: The results of another experiment. Mel: I could have made an educated guess at that. What was in them? Doland: Giant fruit. And anticipating your next question, we left the fruit on Mogar. We're merely taking the shucks as an example to fellow agronomists in earthbound laboratories. Now, if you'll excuse me. Mel: Think, think. Mel: Amplifier. Vervoid (O.C.): We must not make animal-kind aware of our existence. They still outnumber us. If we are to k*ll them all, we must hunt them down secretly. Lounge The Doctor: Is there anybody there, said the traveller. Perhaps she's in the gym. Gymnasium The Doctor: Ah, allow me. Wish I could get rid of my waste as easily, eh? Vervoid (O.C.): We must not make animal-kind aware of our existence. Vervoid (O.C.): We must hunt them down secretly. The Doctor (O.C.): Ah, allow me. Wish I could get rid of my waste as easily, eh? Lounge The Doctor: The waste bins, where do they go? Janet: Waste bins? The Doctor: Quickly, woman. Where are they taken? Janet: Well, the pulveriser, but why... The Doctor: The pulveriser! Waste disposal The Doctor: Stop! The Doctor: Don't throw the towel in, Mel. Bridge Travers: Why in Hades haven't you reported before now? As a security officer, you're an unmitigated disaster. Rudge: That's hardly fair, sir. Travers: We've had a passenger m*rder. According to you, another one's disappeared. Three crew members are missing, unaccounted for, and you haven't a clue as to why they've gone or where they are. Vervoid lair Vervoid: We are doing splendidly. Vervoid 2: Congratulations must be delayed until that is full. Vervoid: We shall not have long to wait. Gymnasium The Doctor: Doh! It's gone. Mel: What has? The Doctor: The tape. The proof we need to force Lasky's hand. Mel: It's a waste of time. Our k*ller's obviously removed it. The Doctor: Just as he tried to remove you. Mel: He? Why not she? The Doctor: Lasky? Mel: Or the stewardess, Janet. The Doctor: Janet? No. Mel: It wouldn't have taken a man's strength to lift my weight. A woman could have dumped me in the waste bin. The Doctor: What are they, and how do they link with these m*rder? Mel: Whatever they are, they're not human. And we're all to be destroyed, remember? The Doctor: Still got that bit of leaf? Mel: Where are you off to? The Doctor: Hydroponic Centre. There has to be a connection. Mel: And what about me? The Doctor: Follow your lead. See if Janet has got the tape. But Mel, be careful, hmm? Mel: You too, Doctor. Lounge Janet: Can I tempt you with a coffee, sir? Atza: No, thank you. Janet: How about you, sir? Ortezo: Sorry. Janet: Not to worry. It's easily changed. Trial room The Doctor: I didn't do that! Inquisitor: Stop the Matrix. Valeyard: Are we to be subjected to more chicanery, Sagacity? The Doctor: It wasn't me in there. Valeyard: Ridiculous. We all saw you. You're hardly mistakable in that outfit. The Doctor: I didn't smash the equipment! Inquisitor: Are you saying the communications equipment was not sabotaged? The Doctor: No, no, it had to be to prevent the Commodore getting information from Earth, but I didn't do it. Inquisitor: Then who did? The Doctor: The m*rder. Valeyard: The m*rder? I think, Inquisitor, the Doctor is telling us more than he realises. The Doctor: The prosecutor delights in scoring cheap victories, my lady. I swear to you, when I viewed that section earlier, I was nowhere near the Communications room. Valeyard: So once again the defendant is accusing the Matrix of being wrong. Inquisitor: Are you, Doctor? The Doctor: Yes! Yes, I am. Inquisitor: If you are questioning its veracity, is there any point in continuing with the Matrix? The Doctor: But what else have I got? Without evidence to prove my innocence, I'm condemned. Valeyard: And with it you are also condemned, it seems, Doctor. Shall we continue? Inquisitor: Doctor? Shall we continue? You had, as before, sent your companion into danger. Communications room Travers: Let's hope we don't need to call for outside help. There's no way we can repair this. We're completely isolated. Hydroponics Centre Lasky: Sheer vandalism, and utterly useless. Bruchner: Is that how you see it, Professor? Lasky: How else? Bruchner: Because I put an end to this obscene experiment? Lasky: I should think that when man first discovered f*re there were those who were equally appalled and wanted it suppressed. Lasky: If they'd prevailed, the human race would still be cowering in caves. Bruchner: To use your own phrase, that's all academic now. Lasky: If you were rational, you'd realise how pointless this is. We can't unlearn knowledge. You're no illiterate. How often does a great advance produce this reaction. Think of Galileo. Bruchner: Galileo? Oh, is that it? You see the name Lasky inscribed in the history books. Lasky: Rubbish. This has been a team effort. Bruchner: With you as leader. Well, you fulfil that role to the last. You've led me to see the fault in my strategy. You, me, Doland, even the creatures we've spawned, the sole representatives of this great advance, and we're all encapsulated on this ship. On this ship. Cargo hold The Doctor: I didn't even hear the dinner gong. Vervoid lair Vervoid 2: That man must be stopped. We are unique, the only members of the Vervoid species. If he succeeds in eliminating us, Vervoids will cease to exist. Vervoid: Forget your previous orders. Bruchner's death is now our priority. He cannot be permitted to prevent us from reaching planet Earth. Hydroponics Centre Lasky: I don't care what you heard on some mythical tape. The Doctor: You're letting arrogance blinker you, Professor. It may not be your intention, but you are in danger of joining an extensive roll of dishonour. Misguided scientists who claim the pursuit of truth as an excuse for immoral experiments. Lasky: This is no time to debate ethics. I made that mistake with Bruchner. I tell you the man's demented. He's out to destroy this ship and everyone on it. The Doctor: Yes, but... Corridor Lasky: First things first. Let's find Bruchner. The Doctor: But. He'll live. Bridge Bruchner: Get out of here. Now! Or I'll k*ll both of you. Outside the Bridge Travers: Later. Get the laser lance up here immediately. Lasky: Bruchner? Travers: Yes, but why? What's his motive? The Doctor: I rather think his intention is the vital question. Travers: All right then, what's? Just tell me, Doctor. The Doctor: He's determined to destroy this ship. Lasky: And the rest of us with it. Travers: Does the lunatic know anything about flying a spacecraft? Lasky: Bruchner's been trained as an astronaut. One of the team had to be. Obligatory requirement. Travers: Very thorough. The Doctor: Can the power to the bridge be cut off? Travers: No, it's designed to be hijack proof. Lasky: What's happening? Travers: Isn't that obvious? We're running into turbulence. The Doctor: I'd say rather more than turbulence. Lasky: Don't talk in riddles, man. The Doctor: Your colleague is aiming the Hyperion Three into the eye of the Black Hole of Tartarus.
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PART TWELVE (TERROR OF THE VERVOIDS) Written by Pip and Jane Baker Original air date: 22 November, 1986 Run time: 24:45 Outside the Bridge Lasky: What's happening? Travers: Isn't that obvious? We're running into turbulence. The Doctor: I'd say rather more than turbulence. Lasky: Don't talk in riddles, man. The Doctor: Your colleague is aiming the Hyperion Three into the eye of the Black Hole of Tartarus. Vervoid lair Vervoid: Bruchner must be stopped. Get every Vervoid to the bridge area. Outside the Bridge Lasky: How long before the ship reaches the point of no return, Commodore? Travers: That's a question no one has survived to answer. The Doctor: Marsh gas? Lasky: A methane derivative. Travers: Marsh gas? Where the devil's that come from? What is it you two know that I don't? The Doctor: Questions later. Will smoke masks be any good? Lasky: No, they'd be completely inadequate. Travers: You're saying that none of us can go in there? Lasky: It'd be su1c1de. The Doctor: Here, let me. Travers: It's my ship. If there's a risk to be taken, I'll take it. The Doctor: No! Rudge: There's no need for heroics from either of you. Rudge: Come to the bridge. Travers: If they make a hash of it in there, we're finished. Rudge: I doubt if that will happen, Commodore. Trial room Valeyard: The mortality rate that attends your meddling is appalling. The Doctor: You hold me responsible for Bruchner's death? Valeyard: Can you nominate a single incident where your presence has stemmed the tide of disaster? Inquisitor: Are you arguing that the submission for the defence should be curtailed? Valeyard: A verdict of guilty can be the only conclusion. Inquisitor: Sit down, Valeyard. In my court, I decide the verdict. Proceed, Doctor. Outside the bridge Travers: I'm grateful to you both. Now that the air is breathable, I'll resume command. Rudge: I'm afraid that isn't going to be possible, Commodore. Atza: What he is stating, in the usually devious human manner, is that we are taking over the ship. The Doctor: A hijack? But you Mogarians are a peace-loving race. v*olence is repugnant to you. Atza: No one will be harmed if they obey orders. Travers: Rudge, I will personally see to it that you rot in jail. Rudge: I should restrain that tongue of yours, Commodore. The Mogarians may not believe in v*olence, but I don't share their qualms. All my life, someone like you has been patronising me, treating me with contempt. Well, I'd welcome the opportunity of settling the score. Atza: Mister Rudge, take the hostages to the passenger lounge. Lounge Doland: Surely you can contact the bridge now? Janet: Still not responding, Mister Doland. I've just tried. Corridor The Doctor: Hold on, Rudge. If we are being hijacked, I think we deserve an explanation. Rudge: Any more unexpected moves, and it won't be an explanation you'll get. Lounge Mel: We're being hijacked! If you don't want to get caught, come on! Quickly! Rudge: Oh no, Doctor. Over there, away from the door. Then you won't be tempted to try anything stupid. One moment, Commodore. I'll take the keys to the vault. Travers: The blazes you will. Rudge: Stay back. Professor Lasky, reach into the Commodore's pocket and take out the keys. Carefully. The Doctor: Now, what do you want in the vault? Rudge: For me, not a thing. The Mogarians are after the consignment of precious metals. Got this quaint notion it was plundered from their planet and they're just recovering stolen property. The Doctor: That can't be your motive. Lasky: It's greed. Rudge: Not completely. Pride as well. After this voyage I was being written off as a has-been and put out to grass, so I decided to arrange a more comfortable retirement. Lasky: If you've any decency left, you'll get this man some medical treatment. Rudge: There's a first aid kit in the cabinet. The Doctor: Rudge, this hijack is just a sideshow. There's a much greater menace. Rudge: Not my problem, Doctor. In less than an hour, we will rendezvous with our pickup. The Doctor: Here, let me. After all, I am a doctor. Lasky: Rudge, you're nothing but a squalid criminal. Rudge: If I am, where does that place you, Professor? Corridor Atza (O.C.): Pay attention. The Hyperion Three is no longer under the command of Commodore Travers. He is our prisoner, together with three other hostages. All personnel must remain at their posts. If there is any attempt to approach the lounge or the bridge, the hostages will be k*lled. Mel: I'll put out a call for help. Communications room Mel: Oh, great. Outside the Communications room Mel: Millions of miles from anywhere and we're completely isolated. Doland: Can you organise a squad of guards? Janet: But you heard what the Mogarian said. They'll k*ll the hostages. Doland: What makes you think they won't anyway. You're surely not naive enough to accept the word of a hijacker? Mel: He's right, we can't just do nothing. Janet: But if the guards go crashing in, they'll be signing four death warrants. Mel: Not unless we can find a way of warning the hostages. Lounge Travers: You don't believe that Rudge is behind these killings, do you. The Doctor: No. No, he's just a weak man gone rogue. Travers: So, whatever the outcome of this hijack, we're still at the mercy of a m*rder. The Doctor: Or m*rder. Bridge Rudge (O.C.): Have you got a sighting yet? Atza: No, but we are on schedule for our rendezvous. We should complete the mission as planned if your humans refrain from interference. What are you doing here? Ortezo: We did not request refreshment. Lounge Mel: Doctor. The air duct. The Doctor: What are you doing in there? Don't you know how dangerous it is? Mel: Shall I join you? There's going to be an att*ck on the lounge. When you hear the f*re alarm, dive for cover. The Doctor: No. Mel: What do you mean, no? The Doctor: Too risky. att*ck the bridge. Mel: The bridge? The Doctor: You heard. Now get out of that air duct, quickly. Mel: Okay. Vervoid lair Vervoid 2: It is not only we who k*ll animal-kind. They k*ll each other. Vervoid: They have no respect for any form of life. We shall resume the hunt. Bridge Doland: Death must have been instantaneous. Oxygen's toxic to a Mogarian. Mel: Yes, but how? I mean, who could have done this? Doland: Forget playing the detective. Let's concentrate on the living. Rudge has to be convinced that the hijack's a lost cause, and that's going to take more than words. Mel: Well, those face plates. They'll do the trick. Lounge Mel (O.C.): Mister Rudge, hold your f*re. We're coming in. Janet: The Mogarians are d*ad. Travers: Leave him to the guards. Get up on the bridge, now. Travers: Once I get this ship back on course, I'll want some answers from you, Professor. And that goes for you too, Doctor. The Doctor: I haven't been holding out on you, Commodore. There's a audiotape that'll explain everything. Travers: Then why haven't I heard it? The Doctor: Because it's been stolen. I would like carte blanche to search all the cabins. Travers: You've got it. The Doctor: Another request. I need a phaser. Mel: A phaser? You? The Doctor: Exceptional circumstances require exceptional measures. Mel: I don't buy that. And why the public announcement about the tape? Everyone could hear. The Doctor: Could they? Mel: I recognise that innocent tone. What's going on? The Doctor: Mel, I entered this affair as a Judas goat. I intend to re-adopt the role. Now, if Professor Lasky had the tape, where do you think she'd hide it? Mel: Lasky? The Doctor: Mmm. Mel: Her cabin, or her locker in the gym. Corridor Rudge: What are you? Cabin Doland: If you're looking for a certain tape, Doctor, I don't think you'll find it in there. The Doctor: Does that mean you've hidden it somewhere else? Doland: Obviously a denial isn't going to impress you. May I know of what I'm accused? The Doctor: m*rder, amongst other things. Doland: m*rder? Am I supposed to treat this seriously? The Doctor: I have narrowed the suspects down to two. You and Professor Lasky. Doland: Then I suggest you search the professor's cabin. The Doctor: I already have. Doland: You really are serious. The Doctor: I'm never frivolous about m*rder. Doland: So, this tape, it's important? The Doctor: Crucial. Doland: I see. Well, I know I'm innocent, and I can't believe the professor's guilty, but if it'll end this nonsense, then, I know of another place where the professor keeps things. Gymnasium Lasky: If you've finished with my tracksuit? Mel: I was just admiring the er, the design. Lasky: Don't bother to lie. You're not very good at it. No tape. That's what you were hoping to find, wasn't it? Hydroponics Centre Doland: I'm afraid the professor has the only key. The Doctor: And you're not going to object if I force it open? Doland: Doctor. Your tape. Doland: Not that it'll do you much good. I've wiped it. The Doctor: Yes, I rather thought you might have done. Doland: You still suspected me, yet you came down here? The Doctor: A reckless streak. I'm prone to them. It wasn't difficult to pinpoint you. The first m*rder could only have been carried out by someone with access to this unit. The second needed poison. Even the abortive attempt on Mel's life could only have been committed by someone who could go unchallenged into the Isolation Room and get the anaesthetic. Doland: All this could have applied to Lasky. The Doctor: No, not the Mogarians. She was a hostage when they were slaughtered. Doland: And my motive? The Doctor: Could be jealousy, professional envy. I'd say it was the more commonplace avarice. Doland: Then you're not as astute as I thought, Doctor. Those creatures, we call them Vervoids, represent vast economic power. The Doctor: Provided you can get them back to Earth. Doland: Oh, but I shall, no matter what the cost. Then robots can be dumped on the scrap heap. Vervoids will run the factories and farms at practically no cost. All they need is sunlight and water. The Doctor: I take it you have someone willing to finance this exploitation? Doland: A consortium with the vision to recognise the potential of the Vervoids. The Doctor: Vision? You're talking about sl*ve labour. Doland: The most enduring and spectacular empire, Rome, was built on sl*ve labour. The Doctor: Came to a pretty unpleasant end, though. Doland: Which brings us neatly to you. The Doctor: I took the precaution of disarming it. The Doctor: I also took the precaution of taking the Commodore into my confidence. Travers: Throw him in the brig. Vervoid lair Vervoid: Doland will soon be joining them. Corridor Doland: No, no. I'm not your enemy. Without me, you wouldn't exist. I'm your friend. Bridge Travers: You created these psychopaths. Now tell me how to get rid of them. The Doctor: The Vervoids are not psychopaths. Mel: Doctor, I heard them say they intended to wipe us out. Lasky: Something must have gone wrong, radically wrong. A malfunction of the DNA. The Doctor: Why is it none of you can see what's so glaringly obvious? Travers: Maybe we lack your divine insight. The Doctor: No divine insight, just logic. Mel: Logic? The Doctor: When you overheard the Vervoids, Mel, how did they describe us? Mel: Er, wait a second. Animal-kind. The Doctor: Not human beings, not Mogarians, animal-kind. Travers: I hope this is relevant. Lasky: It is. He's making sense. The Vervoids are plants. The Doctor: At some stage, directly or indirectly, all animal-kind consumes plant life. Without it, we'd perish. Lasky: I must have been blinded by professional vanity. Bruchner saw it. I should have, too. Mel: Doctor, if you're right, then coexistence with the Vervoids is an impossibility. Travers: It's a question of self-preservation. k*ll or be k*lled. The Doctor: A conflict in which there can be no justice. Travers: Equally, there's no choice, and that goes for you too, Doctor. We need your undivided commitment. Trial room The Doctor: And there you have it. The direct request. I did not meddle. I was presented with an appeal, and not just from anybody, but from the man in whom authority was vested. Inquisitor: I accept your argument. Nor, Valeyard, can you refute it. Valeyard: Perhaps we should await the outcome of this adventure, my lady. Inquisitor: Doctor, do you wish to continue? The Doctor: Providing we can trust the Matrix, my lady. And I won't know that until I see it. Hydroponics Centre Lasky: There's not enough left to make up a spoonful of herbicide. The Vervoids must have got here first. Mel: Any more ideas, Doctor? The Doctor: Why can't I rid myself of the feeling we're approaching this the wrong way round? Professor, do Vervoid chloroplasts function normally? Lasky: A cytogeneticist now? You're a man of varied talents. The Doctor: Don't prevaricate, Professor. Lasky: Yes, Vervoid chloroplasts trap sunlight as is normal with all plants. Mel: Doctor, there's something out there. The Doctor: Is there another exit? Lasky: Not this side of the hold. I'm going to talk to them. The Doctor: They won't listen. Lasky: Perhaps they will, to me. I wasn't going to exploit them like Doland. They'll know that. The Doctor: They'll spare no one. Lasky: I have to try. Mel: Doctor! Lasky: You must know who I am. Vervoid: Yes, Professor Lasky, we do. Lasky: Then you must also be aware that I mean you no harm. Vervoid: All animal-kind is our enemy, Professor. Even you. Vervoid lair Mel: How could they? It's obscene. The Doctor: Not to a Vervoid. Mel: You can't justify it. It's just... The Doctor: It's a matter of perspective, Mel. In your house in Pease Pottage, you had a large garden. What did you do with the plants and weeds you uprooted? Mel: Put them on a compost heap. The Doctor: They're obeying instinct, like migrating birds or salmon swimming relentlessly upstream to spawn even though they may die. A compulsive following of the life cycle. Come on, Mel. Lounge Janet: It's useless, Commodore. Bridge Janet (O.C.): They're everywhere! The Doctor: We need your help, Commodore. Travers: Name it. The Doctor: Like the Vervoids, we're being driven by blind instinct. k*ll or be k*lled. Travers: We've been over that. The Doctor: What if instead of bringing their lives to an abrupt end we did the opposite, accelerated the Vervoid life cycle? Travers: How the blazes do we do that? The Doctor: Vionesium. Mel: Vionesium? The Doctor: A rare metal found on the airless planet of Mogar. Travers: And worth a prince's ransom. The Doctor: Or a hijack. Mel: You mean there's a consignment on board? Travers: That's right, in the vault. Mel: But how will this vionesium accelerate the Vervoid life cycle? The Doctor: It's a substance similar to magnesium. Exposed to oxygenated air, it releases incredibly intense light and carbon dioxide. Spring, summer, autumn, all condensed into a few moments. Travers: Seasons which I may be a long time enjoying again if I go robbing my own vault. Mel: Seasons you can forget if you don't. We've seen what these creatures can do. The Doctor: You've no alternative, Commodore. Mel: You can't send for outside help, the ship's completely cut off. The Doctor's the only hope you've got. Travers: All right, Doctor, you can have the vionesium. What's the drill? The Doctor: First, you must drive the Vervoids back to their lair. Travers: Me? The Doctor: Plunge the ship into darkness. Lounge Janet: They're never going to give up! Lounge Travers: Attention all passengers and crew. A major fault has developed in the generators. Service duct Travers (O.C.): To effect necessary repairs, the heating will be shut down and auxiliary lighting only will be in operation. Vervoid lair Vervoid: Are all the Vervoids here? Vervoid 2: There is still another to come. Vervoid: This power fault could be a trick. Vervoid 2: What can they gain? Animal-kind need the life support system. They must repair the generator to survive. Mel: No! The Doctor: The vionesium, Mel! The Doctor: You can restore power. It's over. Bridge Travers: Restore power. Vervoid lair Cargo hold Janet: Till we meet again, Mel. Mel: Yes. Janet: Doctor. Travers: No, don't say that. I owe you my thanks, Doctor, but let's make this the sweet sorrow of a final parting, hmm? Mel: I shall remember that the next time we get a mayday call. The Doctor: She means that, too. Memory like an elephant. Mel: That's his idea of a compliment, comparing me to an elephant. The Doctor: But so ludicrously appropriate, I find it amusing. Mel: Well, at least if you're laughing you can't be singing. Have you ever heard his rendering of On With The Motley? Count your blessings. Bye. The Doctor (O.C.): Vesti la guibba e la faccia... Trial room Inquisitor: Did none of the unfortunate creatures survive, Doctor? The Doctor: No, my lady. Had even a leaf survived and fallen on fertile soil, a Vervoid would have grown. Valeyard: Every Vervoid was destroyed by your ingenious plan. The Doctor: Yes. Valeyard: Whether or not the Doctor has proved himself innocent of meddling is no longer the cardinal issue before this court. He has proved himself guilty of a far greater crime. Inquisitor: You refer to Article seven of Gallifreyan law? The Doctor: No, my lady, that cannot apply! Had a single Vervoid reached Earth, the human race would have been eliminated! Valeyard: Article seven permits no exceptions. The Doctor has destroyed a complete species. The charge must now be genocide.
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PART THIRTEEN (THE ULTIMATE FOE) Written by Robert Holmes Original air date: 29 November, 1986 Run time: 24:42 Trial room Keeper: I came as soon as I could, my lady. Inquisitor: Thank you, Keeper. Doctor, do you have any further evidence in your defence? Valeyard: My lady, with all due respect, have we not seen enough? Are you not forgetting Article seven and the irrefutable charge which faces the Doctor, that of genocide? Inquisitor: I shall deal with that charge in due course, Valeyard. Now kindly don't interrupt me again. Doctor, do you have any further evidence in your defence? The Doctor: No, my lady, but I would point out that much of the Railyard's so-called evidence was a farrago of distortion which would have had Ananias, Baron Munchhausen and every other famous liar blushing down to their very toe nails. Much of the evidence was not as I remembered. Inquisitor: Do you still maintain the Matrix has been tampered with? The Doctor: Yes, madam, I do. All I do not yet understand is who did it and why. Inquisitor: Your accusation would be laughable if it were not so outrageous. However, as you see, I have summoned the Keeper of the Matrix. Keeper? Keeper: My lady. Inquisitor: You have heard the Doctor's allegations. Is it at all possible for the data stored within the Matrix to be tampered with in any way? Keeper: Quite impossible, my lady. No one may enter the Matrix without the Key of Rassilon. The Doctor: And by whom may the key be used? Keeper: Qualified people, for inspection once in a millennium, perhaps. To replace a transductor. The Doctor: But keys can be copied, you'll agree? Keeper: The Key of Rassilon never leaves my possession. The Doctor: Except when it's in the hands of those qualified people. Valeyard: This is a ridiculous allegation, my lady. The Doctor is challenging the evidence of the Matrix on the grounds that it has been tampered with, a charge he is totally unable to substantiate. Inquisitor: That is accepted. Doctor, wild accusations of malfeasance do not constitute a defence. The Doctor: The Matrix can be physically penetrated. The Keeper has admitted as much. Now, much of the evidence you saw was totally at variance with my own memory. Therefore, it has been deliberately distorted. Inquisitor: And who would do such a thing, even if it were possible. The Doctor: Somebody who wants my head, such as the Valeyard. Inquisitor: Doctor, if you were not already facing the most serious charges, such an accusation levelled at a senior prosecutor would bring you into contempt. Space station Mel (O.C.): What's going on? Let me out of here! Glitz: Dibber? What's happened to your voice, lad? Mel: I'm not Dibber. Neither am I a lad. And what's more, there's nothing wrong with my voice. As a matter of total disinterest, who are you? Glitz: Oh, Sabalom Glitz. And you? Mel: Melanie, known as Mel. Glitz: Are they all like you here? Mel: I don't know. Shall we go and find out? Trial room Inquisitor: There is only one to rebut the evidence of the Matrix, Doctor, and that is to produce witnesses who can support your version of events. Can you do that? The Doctor: Well, of course I can't. You know I can't. Inquisitor: Then we must accept the Valeyard's evidence. The Doctor: Any witnesses I might produce are scattered all over the universe and all through time. How can I find them now? Valeyard: Procrastination, my lady. The Doctor' only... The Doctor: Melanie? Glitz? What are you doing here? Glitz: I was sent, wasn't I. Not my idea, mind. Mel: Same here. What have you been up to? Inquisitor: Be silent. Who sent you? Glitz: That's the beak, is it? They all look the same, don't they? Carved out of something hard and nasty. Inquisitor: You said you were sent here, Sabalom Glitz. By whom? Master (on screen): By me, madam. The Doctor: Oh no! Now I really am finished. Mel: Who's that? The Doctor: Just one of my oldest enemies. Inquisitor: This is entirely irregular. Who are you, sir? Master (on screen): I'm known as the Master, and as you see, I speak to you from within the Matrix. Proof, if any be needed, that not only qualified people can enter here. Keeper: But you haven't the Key of Rassilon. Master (on screen): I got a very good copy, Keeper, just as the Doctor said was possible. Inquisitor: This is an independent inquiry appointed by the High Council to investigate serious charges... Master (on screen): Madam, I know. I've followed the trial with great interest and indeed amusement, but now I must intervene for the sake of justice. The Doctor: Justice? Pay no attention, madam. He has no concept of what justice is. He'd see me d*ad tomorrow. Master (on screen): Gladly, Doctor, but I'm not prepared to countenance a rival. Valeyard: My lady, I must propose an immediate adjournment. Inquisitor: I'm sorry, Valeyard. The evidence for the prosecution is completed. The ball, as the Doctor might say, is out of your court. Master (on screen): Doctor, I've sent you two star witnesses. I knew you'd need them. Valeyard: With due respect, Sagacity, the matter of witnesses is for you to decide. We've seen enough to know that Glitz is an admitted criminal. Any testimony from him must therefore be dubious in the extreme. Mel: But not from me. I'm as truthful, honest, and about as boring as they come. Inquisitor: This court is not, for the moment, impugning your integrity, young lady. Master (on screen): Let Sabalom Glitz speak. Inquisitor: Criminals have been known to speak the truth, Valeyard, especially when their own interests are not at stake. Valeyard: My point, my lady, is that this person who calls himself the Master, whoever he might be, should not be permitted to produce surprise witnesses. Master (on screen): You pretend not to know me, do you? I'm surprised by the shortness of the Valeyard's memory. Inquisitor: The Doctor may, in his defence, call witnesses to rebut your evidence, after which you may cross-examine them. That is the procedure, Valeyard. Valeyard: My lady. Master (on screen): If I might intercede? Inquisitor: You have no part in these proceedings, sir. Master (on screen): Corporeally, of course not, but I'm present, and enjoying myself enormously. Inquisitor: Doctor, please examine your witnesses. The Doctor: Yes, madam. Glitz: This is real machonite, you know. Worth a few grotzits today, Your Honour. The Doctor: Glitz. Glitz: I could make you a fair offer on a job lot, do you a very good deal. The Doctor: Glitz! Glitz: What? The Doctor: You were sent here by the Master. Glitz: Yeah, well, he's a business partner, so to speak. We've had a few nice little tickles together... The Doctor: This court is not interested in your sordid business deals, Glitz. Inquisitor: Very good, Doctor. Keep him to the point. The Doctor: When we last met, you expressed interest in a box. Glitz: Right. The Doctor: What was in that box? Glitz: I don't know. Scientific stuff, so he said. Stuff the Sleepers have been nicking from the Matrix for years. Keeper: The Matrix? My Matrix? Glitz: Right. Well, it seems the Sleepers had found a way to break into the Matrix, and they were creaming off all this high-tech info to take back to Andromeda. The Doctor: But they were operating from Earth. Glitz: Of course. That was their cover, wasn't it. They knew that the Time Lords eventually would trace the leak. Valeyard: He's lying, my lady. The Doctor: I don't think so, Stackyard. It all begins to make very good sense. Mel: That's it, Doc. Now we're getting at the dirt. The Doctor: Doc? Carry on, Glitz. What happened next? Glitz: Well, eventually the Time Lords did suss out the leak, so they wanted to wipe out all the Sleepers, and they used this er, magno. Magno... The Doctor: Magnotron? Glitz: That's it. The Doctor: Well, that can only be done by an order in High Council. Master (on screen): Of course, Doctor. To protect their own secrets, they drew the Earth and its constellation billions of miles across space... The Doctor: Causing the fireball which nearly destroyed the planet. Master (on screen): Of little consequence in the High Council's planning. The robot recovery mission from Andromeda sped past Earth out into space. Gallifreyan secrets were saved, except that at the first intimation of the coming fireball, the Andromedans were able to set up a survival chamber for the Sleepers. The Doctor: So that's why Earth was renamed Ravalox. That sanctimonious g*ng of hypocrites were covering their tracks. Master (on screen): Exactly. It takes time, Doctor, but eventually you get there. The Doctor: They put an ancient culture like the Earth to the sword for the sake of a few miserable, filthy scientific advances? Glitz: Big market for them, Doctor, so he said. Worth a lot of grotzits. The Doctor: In all my travellings throughout the universe I have battled against evil, against power-mad conspirators. I should have stayed here. The oldest civilisation, decadent, degenerate and rotten to the core. Ha! Power-mad conspirators, Daleks, Sontarans, Cybermen, they're still in the nursery compared to us. Ten million years of absolute power, that's what it takes to be really corrupt. Mel: Take it easy, Doc. Inquisitor: Doctor, these unseemly outbursts... The Doctor: Unseemly outbursts? If I hadn't visited Ravalox, as I then thought of it, the High Council would have kept this outrage carefully buried, as presumably they have for several centuries. Master (on screen): I must agree. You have an endearing habit of blundering into these things, Doctor, and the High Council took full advantage of your blunder. Inquisitor: Explain that. Master (on screen): They made a deal with the Valeyard, or as I've always known him, the Doctor, to adjust the evidence, in return for which he was promised the remainder of the Doctor's regenerations. Valeyard: This is clearly... The Doctor: Just a minute! Did you call him the Doctor? Master (on screen): There is some evil in all of us, Doctor, even you. The Valeyard is an amalgamation of the darker sides of your nature, somewhere between your twelfth and final incarnation. And I may say, you do not improve with age. The Doctor: Madam, this revelation should halt this trial immediately. Surely even Gallifreyan law must acknowledge that the same person cannot be both prosecutor and defendant. Inquisitor: The single purpose of this trial is to determine the defendant's guilt or otherwise on the basis of the evidence that has been presented. Anything else is, for the moment, irrelevant. The Doctor: What? Mel: Doctor! Inquisitor: Valeyard! The Doctor: Glitz, come on! Glitz: What? Space station The Doctor: We need him. Glitz: But he hasn't had time. The Doctor: There must be another way out of here. Glitz: He's gone! Keeper: The seventh door. He must have had a key. The Doctor: What? Keeper: The seventh entrance to the Matrix. The Doctor: Well, quickly, man, open it. He must be brought back. Inquisitor: I agree. Keeper: You'll never find him. The Matrix is a micro-universe. Mel: Don't go, Doctor. The Doctor: I must. Perhaps nothing in my life has ever been so important. Come on, Glitz. Glitz: Me? Mel: Doctor! Inquisitor: Be silent! Come, let us return to the trial room. Mel: Why? There's nobody to try anymore. Inquisitor: Come along, both of you. Courtyard The Doctor: Oh! Oh, what an unpleasant journey. What an unpleasant place. Valeyard (O.C.): Doctor. The Doctor: Glitz? Glitz? Valeyard (O.C.): Bwahahahahahaha! Children (O.C.): London Bridge is falling down, falling down, falling down. London Bridge is falling down, my fair lady. Valeyard (O.C.): Bwahahahahahaha! The Doctor: Well, I can't believe you're in there. The Doctor: Glitz! Help! The Doctor: Glitz! Glitz: Doctor? The Doctor: Hurry, man! Glitz: What's going on? The Doctor: Oh, I don't know. I don't know whether what just happened to me was real or an illusion. Glitz: Looks like someone's had a go at you. The Doctor: Do you mind? Glitz: What? The Doctor: Water. Glitz: Oh, yeah, sure. The Doctor: We're not in the real world any longer, Sabalom Glitz. Whatever att*cked me was in that barrel. Glitz: Argh. The Doctor: Or was it in my mind? Glitz: How can we be in a different world? We just stepped through a door, that's all. The Doctor: Into the Matrix, where the only logic is that there isn't any logic. Glitz: Yeah, I knew this was a mistake. My grip on reality's not too good at the best of times. Here, this is for you. Glitz: Now, if you don't mind telling me, how do I get out of here? The Doctor: It's from the Master. Glitz: I know. I've just given it to you. He said it would be useful. The Doctor: It tells me where the Valeyard has his base. Glitz: (reads) The Fantasy Factory, proprietor J J Chambers. The Doctor: So that's where he got to. The Doctor: So why is the Master helping me? Glitz: Yeah, well, I'm sure you'll find out. I'm off. The Doctor: No, come on. I want you to meet my darker side. Glitz: I've done my bit. The Doctor: Pop in and say hello. You'll be perfectly safe. Glitz: What's going on? Trial room Inquisitor: Assuming I accept what you say about the evidence against the Doctor, how much of it had been contrived? Master (on screen): For a lie to work, madam, it must be shrouded in truth. Therefore most of what you saw was true. Inquisitor: Then the young woman, the one who died, was that true? Master (on screen): Ah, the delightful Miss Perpugilliam Brown. That was clever of the Valeyard, exploiting the affection the Doctor had for her. But then, of course, the Valeyard would know precisely how the Doctor felt. Inquisitor: Then she lives? Master (on screen): As a queen, set up on high by that warmongering fool Yrcanos. Inquisitor: I am pleased. Master (on screen): Sentiment will not keep the Doctor alive, my lady. Mel: Isn't there anything we can do to help? Master (on screen): Remain calm. Concentrate your thoughts. Prepare for the worst. Keeper: Huh. Sounds a bit gloomy. Master (on screen): You have any other suggestions, my dear Keeper? Inquisitor: Assuming I accept what you say about the evidence against the Doctor, how much of it had been contrived? Courtyard The Doctor: You'll catch cold lying there. Glitz: You're a hard man, Doctor. I could have been k*lled. The Doctor: Not when you're wearing a mark seven postidion life preserver. Glitz: Yeah, well, whoever threw that harpoon didn't know that. So much for illusions. Anyway, I thought it was you he was trying to k*ll. The Doctor: Yes, he's playing games. He wants to humiliate me first. Glitz: Oh, I see. He humiliates you by throwing harpoons at me. It makes a lot of sense. The Doctor: Your presence here makes his task more difficult. He knows that. He also knows that together we can fight him. Glitz: Look, Doctor, I'm a small-time crook with small-time ambitions, one of which is to stay alive. I'm sorry, Doctor. I wish you every good luck, but I'm on my way. I've done my bit. The Doctor: If you leave and I die, what future do you think you'll have? As the only witness to events here, the Valeyard will be forced to seek you out and k*ll you. Glitz: All right, I'll help you. The Doctor: Good man. Now, button your life preserver and let's get on with it. Trial room Inquisitor: In all my experience, I have never before had to conclude a case in both the absence of the accused and the prosecutor. Master (on screen): One and the same person, madam. Inquisitor: So you've said, but can you prove that? Master (on screen): I know them both. But I suggest you question the High Council. They set up this travesty of a trial, making a scapegoat of the Doctor to conceal their own involvement. Inquisitor: Is there any reason why I should accept that allegation from a renegade Time Lord? Master (on screen): Yes, if you're concerned with learning the truth. Inquisitor: What is your interest in this matter? Not, I think, concern for the Doctor. Master (on screen): Oh, indeed not. The Doctor's well matched against himself. One must destroy the other. Mel: How utterly evil. Master (on screen): Thank you. I think I'd lay a shade more odds on the Valeyard, though the possibility of their mutual destruction must exist. That would be perfect. Mel: You're despicable. Master (on screen): So many compliments. May I say, you're a charming child. Mel: You beast. Inquisitor: Be quiet, girl. Am I to take it that some base desire for revenge is your motive for interfering? Master (on screen): There's nothing purer and more unsullied, madam, than the desire for revenge. But, if you follow the metaphor, I've thrown a pebble into the water, perhaps k*lling two birds with one stone, and causing ripples that'll rock the High Council to its foundations. What more could a renegade wish for? Outer office The Doctor: How do you do? I think we're expected. Glitz: Are you sure we're in the right place? Popplewick: Yes? The Doctor: We'd like to see the proprietor, please. Popplewick: Do you have an appointment, sir? Mister Chambers only sees people by appointment. Most particular about appointments is our Mister Chambers. The Doctor: I think you'll find we're expected. Popplewick: What is your name, sir? The Doctor: I am known as the Doctor, and this is Mister Sabalom Glitz. Glitz: If this Valeyard wants you d*ad, he's got a funny way of going about it. The Doctor: I've told you. It's called humiliation. Could you hurry up, please? We haven't got all day. Popplewick: There are procedures to follow, sir. Necessary routines to be completed. Even when I've found your names, there are many forms to be inscribed before you may move on to the next stage of processing. Processing is very important in this establishment. I'm sure that even you will understand that such things cannot be rushed, sir. The Doctor: Oh, I don't know. I've always been a bit of an iconoclast by nature. Popplewick: You can't go in there, not without an appointment! Inner office Popplewick: Ah, Doctor. The Doctor: Well, at least you're expecting us. Popplewick: We all are. Glitz: You're lookalike out there wasn't. Popplewick: He is the exception. The very junior Mister Popplewick isn't permitted to expect anyone. Glitz: What's he talking about? The Doctor: I think it's called bureaucracy. Popplewick: I prefer to call it order, and the holy writ of order is procedure. I'm sure you agree. Glitz: Oh, yeah, of course. Popplewick: For example, you wish to see the proprietor. Now, the correct procedure is to make an appointment. The Doctor: But we're already expected. Popplewick: But the junior Mister Popplewick isn't allowed to expect anyone. Glitz: You knew we were coming. Why didn't you give him the nod? Popplewick: And upset the procedure? The junior Mister Popplewick has his pride too. Glitz: I don't understand any of this. Here we are, waiting to duck a terminal knuckle sandwich, and all this screeve's going on about is whether we've got an appointment or not. The Doctor: Is there no way to expedite the procedure? Popplewick: Expedite? I am a senior clerk, sir. To me, the procedure is sacrosanct. My work is a celebration of all that is perfect. Why speed perfection? The Doctor: Because your employer wants me d*ad. Popplewick: You seem to have found the one little weakness in our procedure, sir. Would you sign this? The Doctor: What is it? Popplewick: A consent form, sir. The corridors in this factory are very long and dark. Should you unexpectedly die, our blessed proprietor, Mister J J Chambers, insists he inherits your remaining lives. The Doctor: Obviously the Valeyard doesn't trust the High Council to honour their side of the bargain. Glitz: Sign that and you're a d*ad man. The Doctor: We're in the Valeyard's domain. He can try and k*ll me any time he likes. I'll sign my remaining lives away to Mister J J Chambers. Glitz: Are you sure about this? The Doctor: Absolutely. Now can we see your proprietor? Popplewick: The waiting room is through there. You will be summoned as soon as your signature has been verified. Glitz: This is madness. The Doctor: Not if it precipitates my meeting with the Valeyard. Beach The Doctor: This is a very odd waiting room. Where are the hopelessly out of date magazines. The Doctor: Hmm? Glitz? Glitz? Voice (O.C.): Bwahahahahahaha! The Doctor: What have you done with him? Valeyard (O.C.): Look to your own predicament, Doctor. The Doctor: This is an illusion. I deny it! Valeyard (O.C.): Not this time. The Doctor: This isn't happening! Valeyard (O.C.): You are d*ad, Doctor. The Doctor: No! Valeyard (O.C.): Goodbye, Doctor. Bwahahahahahaha!
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PART FOURTEEN (THE ULTIMATE FOE) Written by Pip and Jane Baker Original air date: 06 December, 1986 Run time: 29:30 Beach The Doctor: No! Glitz: Doctor! Hang on! Where are you? Oh, no. Don't give in! I'm coming! Glitz: Doctor. Glitz: What a way to go. All in all, he wasn't a bad old codger. Honest, of course. Still, nobody's perfect. The Doctor (O.C.): And that's the clue. Nobody is. Not even the Valeyard. Glitz: Oh, great cosmic protector of grafters and dissemblers, save me. Save me! A voice from the grave. The Doctor (O.C.): No, a grave voice. The Doctor: Bad joke. But everything round here is a bad joke. Glitz: No mud? But I saw. Your ankle armour. Glitz: I don't get it. The Doctor: Oh, do concentrate, Glitz. How often must I tell you? We're not dealing with reality. Valeyard: Why waste your breath on that simple minded oaf. Valeyard: You cannot speak as though reality is a one-dimensional concept. Valeyard: Fortunately, there is a reality that you and I can both agree on. The ultimate reality. The Doctor: Death? Valeyard: The undiscovered country from whose bourn no traveller returns. The Doctor: Puzzles the will. Hamlet, act three scene one. Valeyard: I really must curb these urges. I've no wish to be contaminated by your whims and idiosyncrasies. The Doctor: Quite so. But what I don't comprehend... Glitz: He's over here, Doc. Slippery customer, your other persona. The Doctor: What I don't comprehend is why you want me d*ad. No. No, let me rephrase that. It would satisfy my curiosity to know why you should go to such extraordinary lengths to k*ll me. Valeyard: Come now, Doctor. How else can I obtain my freedom, operate as a complete entity, unfettered by your side of my existence? Only by ridding myself of you and your misplaced morality, your constant crusading, your... Glitz: Idiotic honesty? Valeyard: Oaf. Microbe. Glitz: Pardon me for trying to help. I'm neutral in this set-up, you know. Valeyard: Only by releasing myself from the misguided maxims that you nurture can I be free. Glitz: Sounds to me like Armageddon's beckoning you, Doc. Valeyard: With you destroyed and no longer able to constrain me, and with unlimited access to the Matrix, there will be nothing beyond my reach. Glitz: Where are you off to now? The Doctor: To trace the Valeyard. Glitz: But he was here. The Doctor: Illusion, Glitz. The shadow, not the substance. But if you don't want to come, you can stay here and build sandcastles. I'm sure if you think hard enough, you can conjure up a bucket and spade. Glitz: Tell you something. If you two meet face to face, five grotzits gives you ten he's first past the chequered flag. Glitz: What's that? The Doctor: Back pedal. Glitz: Another illusion? The Doctor: Alas, no. Glitz: Sea mist? Fog? The Doctor: Asphyxiating nerve gas. This is in deadly earnest. Glitz: You've got to tell someone else before he... The Doctor: Run! Trial room Mel: We can't just sit here and do nothing. We've got to help him. Inquisitor: The Doctor chose to enter the Matrix. We are not empowered to interfere. Keeper: If I may, my lady? You are applying logical thought to a situation that recognises no logic. Mel: Give me the key to the Matrix. I'm going in there. Master's TARDIS Master: Welcome, Doctor. The Doctor: Well, I never thought I'd welcome the sight of you. Master: It will not happen again. The Doctor: What puzzles me is why it's happening now. Master: The explanation's quite simple. I want the Valeyard eliminated, and you're the most likely candidate to achieve that. Glitz: Hang on. You told me this fleshy fair-haired personage was the one you wanted to croak. Master: With the Doctor as my enemy, I always have the advantage. The Doctor: Ho! Master: But the Valeyard, the distillation of all that's evil in you, untainted by virtue, a composite of your every dark thought, is a different proposition. Additionally, he's infuriated me by thr*at to deny me the pleasure of personally bringing about your destruction. And so he must pay the price. And you, Glitz, shall help me to collect. Outside the console room Glitz: Would I be wrong in thinking that the Doctor will soon be needing a machonite overcoat? Master: Nothing so crude. He's merely being reduced to a catatonic state. Glitz: Cata what? Master: The violent as*ault on his senses will trip a defensive mechanism, and his brain will switch off. Glitz: He'll become a zombie. Master: Temporarily. Long enough for my purposes. Courtyard Master: Walk. Master: Stop. This should prove an irresistible bait for the Valeyard. Glitz: You Time Lords take the cake. Talk about devious. Compared to you lot I'm as transparent as crystal. Poor old Doc. Master: Stop slobbering. Get over here. Valeyard: You really are a second rate adversary. Did you imagine I'd be lured by such a transparent ploy? Glitz: This could all be an illusion. Master: Then stay here and find out. Mel (O.C.): Doctor? Where are you, Doctor? Doctor! The Doctor: Mel? Mel: Doctor, is that you? The Doctor: Yes. Yes, of course it's me. Where are you? Mel: This way. Quickly. The Doctor: What are you doing in the Matrix? Mel: Forget the questions. You're alive, that's all that matters. Now please, follow me before it's too late. The Doctor: Where are we going? Mel: To get you out of this unholy mess. Outside the trial room The Doctor: But that's the seventh door! You're taking me back to the trial room. Mel: Doctor, trust me. Don't you see that until you've cleared your name, you're no better than the Valeyard is. A renegade on the run, an outcast. The Doctor: Quite the pragmatist, aren't you? You're quite right, of course. Let's get it over with. Trial room Inquisitor: Doctor. You owe the court an apology. The Doctor: Well, if I do, then it is unreservedly offered, madam. Inquisitor: The charge of genocide is based on your own evidence. Mel: And refuted by the Doctor. Inquisitor: It seems you have a champion in this young woman. Mel: I was there, remember? Inquisitor: Would you accept her as an impartial witness? The Doctor: I would trust Mel with my life. Inquisitor: Good. Keeper. The Doctor (on screen): The vionesium, Mel! Inquisitor: Is that a true record of what occurred? Mel: What shall I say, Doctor? The Doctor: Just tell the truth. Mel: Yes, but I don't want her to twist it like the Valeyard did. The Doctor: The truth can't harm me. Mel: That's what happened. Inquisitor: Is it your contention that the Doctor was solely responsible for devising the scheme we are presently reviewing on the Matrix? Mel: Oh, absolutely. Without the Doctor, we'd all ended up on the Vervoid's revolting compost heap. Inquisitor: A unique solution. Mel: Out of this world. Inquisitor: An appropriate expression, wouldn't you say, my lords? Mel: Appropriate? Something's going wrong here. I can sense it. You said the truth couldn't harm you, yet I have the feeling I'm attending a lynching party. Tell them you had no choice, Doctor. The Doctor: There's always a choice. Inquisitor: Doctor, you stand accused of genocide. The evidence is incontrovertible. The verdict is guilty. Mel: No! Inquisitor: Your life is therefore forfeit. Take him from this court. Mel: No, leave him alone! The Doctor: Unless we are prepared to sacrifice our lives for the good of all, then evil and anarchy will spread like the plague. The rule of law must prevail. Madam, I accept your verdict. Trial room Mel: Switch it off. Switch it off! The Doctor's been tricked into believing that that was the real trial room. The Valeyard's illusion has deliberately taken advantage of the Doctor's romantic nature. He's convinced he must sacrifice himself, and you're content to let him. Inquisitor: We cannot interfere. Mel: Well, I can! Courtyard Children (O.C.): London's burning, London's burning. Valeyard (O.C.): Glitz. Glitz. Sabalom Glitz. Valeyard (O.C.): d*ad. d*ad. d*ad. d*ad. The Doctor: It is a far, far better thing that I do than I have ever done. It is a far, far better rest that I go to than I have ever known. Mel: Never mind the Sydney Carton heroics. You're not signing on as a martyr yet. The Doctor: Go away, Mel. Go away. Mel: That trial was an illusion. The Doctor: Ow! You've ruined everything. Mel: Ruined? I've just saved your neck. The Doctor: All you've done is keep me from a confrontation with the Valeyard. Mel: But you were on your way to... The Doctor: To a death chamber as a result of a bogus trial and my noble act of self-sacrifice. Mel: You knew it was an illusion? How come? The Doctor: Because of you, Mel. In your evidence you testified you'd heard me deny the charge of genocide, but you weren't even there. You hadn't been inside the courtroom at that time. And with your extraordinary ability of total recall, you wouldn't have made such an elementary mistake. Mel: Okay, okay, I'm not deaf. The Doctor: The Valeyard overestimates his own cleverness. Like all megalomaniacs, he is consumed with his own vanity. There, that should inflame his bloated ego. Come on. Mel: Where? The Doctor: To find Mister J J Chambers. Master's TARDIS Master: I want you to rejoin the Doctor and lead him to the Valeyard. Glitz: No chance. You don't catch me going near no more quill pens again. Glitz: I'm just going to stay here till I can get back to my own kind and some honest thieving. Master: Splendid, splendid. Listen to me. Are you listening, Sabalom Glitz? Glitz: Not really. I was just wondering how many grotzits this little bauble cost you. Master: Perhaps this will appeal to your crass soul. Glitz: Truly a wondrous sight for a connoisseur such as myself. There isn't a living creature in the universe I couldn't bribe with this little lot. Master: Yours, if you follow my orders. Outer office Mel: I still reckon we'd be better off outside the Matrix. The Doctor: Oh? Oh, you do? Mel: It seems to me we should try and draw the Valeyard out to where the odds would be more even. The Doctor: And how do we do that? Mel: I hate to say this but, er, use you as bait. The Doctor: Assuming that it's me he's after. Inner office Mel: Oh, come on. Just look at the elaborate lengths he's gone to already. The Doctor: Yes. Yes, they were elaborate, weren't they? Perhaps too elaborate. Mel: There are times in our relationship when I feel an interpreter wouldn't come amiss. The Doctor: Don't go through that... The Doctor: Door. Outer office Popplewick: Sticky fingers, Mister Glitz? Glitz: The Matrix memory bank. I thought this was destroyed on Ravalox. Popplewick: That was a duplicate. This is the master tape. Glitz: Phase three, four, five and six. All the secrets of the Matrix. Popplewick: Not all. The primitive phases one and two have been relegated to the archives. Now kindly put it back and do as you're told. Glitz: I'd give my soul for this. Popplewick: You would? Would you, indeed. Glitz: You'd like to negotiate, Mister Popplewick? Sir? Inner office The Doctor: Look at this, Mel. Mel: A list of names. The Doctor: Of Time Lords attending my trial. Every member of the Ultimate Court of Appeal, the supreme guardians of Gallifreyan law. Mel: Why are they all crossed through? The Doctor: Do you notice something else? Mel: No. The Doctor: The handwriting. Mel: It's yours. Popplewick: I really must protest at this unseemly behaviour. You are contravening all known procedure. Glitz: Due to my not inconsiderable powers of persuasion... Glitz: This minion has agreed to take us to his boss, the mysterious Mister J J Chambers. The Doctor: Will you lead the way, Mister Popplewick? Popplewick: No! No, not through there. Mister Chambers is across the courtyard, sir. Glitz: If he isn't, there'll be one bureaucrat less in the Matrix. Outer office The Doctor: Ah, just a minute. You won't be needing this, Mister Popplewick. Glitz: Very astute of you, Doc. You should live a long time. The Doctor: I already have. Over nine hundred years. Mel: What's the secret? The Doctor: Secret, Mel? What secret? Courtyard The Doctor: You know, I am beginning to realise that I have misjudged Mister J J Chambers, alias the Valeyard. Mel: Not for the first time. In fact, how you've managed to survive nine hundred odd years beats me. Glitz: We had an agreement. I've done my bit. I've delivered the Doctor. Glitz: Uh uh. The Matrix memory tapes first. Popplewick: Oh, very well. Glitz: Tell the Doctor I didn't sell him down the Milky Way for nothing. Popplewick: I'm sure that will be a consolation to him in his final moments. Master: Very astute, Sabalom Glitz, but this is loaded. Glitz: What's that for? I thought we trusted each other. I was on my way to see you. Master: My trust of you is in equal proportion to your trust of me. The TARDIS is over there. Engine room The Doctor: Oh, doesn't it fill you with admiration, Mel, eh? Such craftsmanship. Pride in every cog and piston. Mel: Doctor, there is another priority. The Valeyard, remember? The Doctor: Yeah, how could I forget. Mel: Where's Glitz? The Doctor: I don't know. Decided to stay outside on guard perhaps, eh, Mister Popplewick? Popplewick: Er, yes. I perceive Mister Chambers is not here. I shall go and find him for you, sir. The Doctor: Yes. Yes, you do that, Mister Popplewick. Mel: If I knew what you were looking for, maybe I could help. Popplewick: I'm awfully sorry, sir. I don't seem to be able to locate Mister Chambers. The Doctor: Yes. Well, I rather thought you might have some trouble. Who's that? The Doctor: Don't just stand there, Mel, help me! Popplewick: Unhand me! Stop! Popplewick: This is preposterous. You will regret this. Mister Chambers will demand an explanation for this iniquitous, this wicked behaviour. The Doctor: Well, let's ask him, shall we? Mel: How did you know? The Doctor: The performance was too grotesque to be real. I have never been able to resist a touch of the Grand Guignol. Have we? Valeyard: You'll soon have ample scope to indulge in melodrama. The Doctor: Really? Why? Mel: A megabyte modem. The Doctor: A maser. Mel: A maser? The Doctor: An acronym, for microwave amplification and stimulated emission of radiation. Mel: But what does it do? Valeyard: Yes, Doctor. Enlighten us. Disseminate the news. The Doctor: Disseminate? A particle disseminator? Valeyard: The ultimate w*apon. Even subatomic particles, gravitons, quarks, tau mesons, all completely disseminated. Mel: Destroy us and you destroy yourself. What's the joke? The Doctor: I've just realised. My writing. Our writing. A h*t list. Mel: But how? These Time Lords, or supreme guardians of the law, as you called them, are all in the trial room, and we're in the Matrix. The Doctor: The Matrix screen. Mel, get back to the trial room. Tell them to disconnect the Matrix screen and evacuate the court. Mel: But I can't leave you... The Doctor: Go! Do it, or there'll be mass m*rder. Valeyard: Bwahahahahahaha! Trial room Keeper: My lady, an urgent message. The High Council has been deposed. Insurrectionists are running amok on Gallifrey. Master (on screen): Thank you, Keeper. That is the news I'd been awaiting. Listen carefully. I have an edict to deliver. Somewhere the Valeyard and the Doctor are engaged in their squalid duel. With luck, they'll k*ll each other, but that is a mere coincidental occurrence. What I have to impart is of vital importance to all of you. Now that Gallifrey is collapsing into chaos, none of you will be needed. Your office will be abolished. Only I can impose order. I have control of the Matrix. To disregard my commands will be to invite summary execution. Master's TARDIS Glitz: Now that you've purged that from your system, can we get on? Load the cassette. Master: You really are the archetypal philistine. Master: Moments such as this should be savoured. Glitz: Wha? What's happening? Master: A limbo atrophier. Glitz: A limbo atrophier? Engine room Valeyard: You are elevating futility to a high art. There's nothing you can do to prevent the catharsis of spurious morality. The Doctor: If you could compile this monstrosity, it follows that I should be able to unravel it. Trial room Mel: Disconnect the Matrix! Inquisitor: We cannot switch off without the Keeper, and he's not present. Mel: Then get out of here, quickly. Your lives depend on it. Engine room The Doctor: Eureka! And you said it couldn't be immobilised. Valeyard: What have you done? The Doctor: Induced an anti-phase signal into the telemetry unit. The whole system should self-destruct. Valeyard: You blundering imbecile. You triggered a ray phase shift that made a massive feedback into here. The Doctor: No! Valeyard: No. It's too late! Trial room The Doctor: Ah. Now, let me see. Where were we? I was about to be sentenced, I believe. Inquisitor: All charges against you are dismissed, Doctor. We owe you an immense debt of gratitude, which I can partly repay by telling you that the young woman, Miss Perpugilliam Brown, is alive and well and living as a warrior queen with King Yrcanos. The Doctor: Ah. Verumnic. Inquisitor: Now then, once law and order have been restored, a new High Council will need to be elected. Can I persuade you to stand for Lord President again? The Doctor: Ah. Ah ha. I've a better idea. Mel: He's going to suggest you stand. The Doctor: Indeed I am. And were there such a thing as an intergalactic postal vote, you'd have mine. Mel: I shouldn't broadcast that, if I were you. The Doctor: Oh, you could do me one small favour, if you would. Inquisitor: Simply name it. The Doctor: When the Matrix is restored, you can do what you like with the Master, but exercise leniency with Sabalom Glitz. He's not beyond redemption. Mel: Just don't let him anywhere near the crown jewels. Space station The Doctor: Gallifrey doesn't have any crown jewels. Mel: Right. A bracing glass of carrot juice. The Doctor: Carrot juice? Mel: And then we'll get you back on the exerciser. The Doctor: You know, I think I was rash in turning down that offer of the Presidency. Mel: Come on. The Doctor: Oh. Carrot juice? The Doctor (O.C.): Carrot juice, carrot juice, carrot juice. Trial room Inquisitor: Repair the Matrix, Keeper. Requisition anything you need. Keeper: My Lady.
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PART ONE Written by Pip and Jane Baker Original air date: 07 September, 1987 Run time: 24:44 PRE-TITLE SEQUENCE 1. EXT. SPACE (From the centre of a vast galaxy, the TARDIS appears, spinning on its way to another destination. A sudden beam of a intense energy hits the top of the TARDIS causing an expl*si*n. The time machine starts to tumble and roll through space. The beams continue to b*mb the TARDIS as it falls.) 2. INT. TARDIS. CONSOLE ROOM (The Doctor and Mel are lying prone on the floor of the console room. The TARDIS console room is moving about violently. The exercise bike has fallen over. Another lurch sends the TARDIS tool box over on to its side.) 3. EXT. LAKERTYAN SURFACE (Lakertya is a bleak-looking planet covered in rock. From a certain cluster of rocks appears the figure of a man. His name is Ikona and he is a native of Lakertya. He is tall and lean. He wears a long orange tunic with yellow sleeves. On his head he wears a strange turban-like covering from which protrudes a vast mane of yellow and black streaked hair. He climbs to the top of the rise as though he is looking for something. His attention is distracted by a cacophony of sound from the sky. A beam of light flashes through the sky, it contains many colours. In the beam is the shape of the TARDIS. The TARDIS appears on the planet surface with a thump.) 4. INT. TARDIS. CONSOLE ROOM (All is still within the TARDIS. The Doctor and Mel remain unconscious on the floor, oblivious to what is about to take place. The silence is interrupted by the sound of the exterior doors opening. Through the doors comes the Rani, an exiled Time Lady. She is wearing an expensive-looking scarlet outfit. In her hand is a long w*apon which she used to bring the TARDIS down to Lakertya. She is accompanied by an unseen figure.) RANI: Leave the girl; it's the man I want. Take him to my laboratory. (She turns around and exits the console room. The lumbering form of her associate makes his way in the direction of the prone Doctor. Her associate is covered all over with long fur. On his back are some wings folded out of the way. Once over the Doctor, he leans down and rolls the Time Lord on to his back. As he turns over, the Doctor's face is a mess of distortion, his features have twisted out of recognition. The once familiar sight of blonde curly hair gives way for short brown wavy hair. The Doctor regenerates into his next body. His seventh body.) 7th DOCTOR TITLE SEQUENCE 5. EXT. THE RANI'S CITADEL (Amongst the rocky landscape of Lakertya stand the giant buttresses of the entrance to the Rani's citadel. The Citadel is buried deep inside the rocks. On the top of the rocky exterior is the inverted form of a pyramid. At its centre is housed the ramp from which a rocket can be fired.) 6. INT. THE ARCADE (Native Lakertyan Sarn, a young female, is carefully positioning the unconscious form of German scientist Albert Einstein into a bedded cabinet. Her father, Beyus, is watching over her. The Rani enters from her laboratory into the arcade of cabinets housing various geniuses that she has collected to aid her in her scheme.) RANI: Sarn, stop dithering. Collecting this one has already put me behind schedule. SARN: I don't want to harm him. RANI: Seal it and label it. (Sarn presses a button and the bed on which Einstein lays recedes in to the alcove. A glass door closes in front of it, locking him inside. Sarn turns and looks at the Rani.) RANI: Well, what are you waiting for? BEYUS: You haven't given a name for the label. RANI: Einstein. (Sarn taps the name into the keypad and the name "Einstein" appears on the label over the bed.) RANI: Insolence could cost your people dearly, Beyus. SARN: I'm sure Beyus did not mean to appear insolent. He would never do that. RANI: I find your company more than enough without listening to your puerile opinions. BEYUS: Then why not let Sarn go. You have me as a hostage, you don't need her. RANI: I shall decide my needs; they unfortunately require the use of Lakertyans. (The Rani walks away from Beyus and Sarn and goes to another Cabinet further along the arcade.) BEYUS: You leave me with no illusions about the hatred you hold for us. RANI: Hatred? Another fantasy. I have no feelings one way or the other. Outside of these experiments you simply have no significance. BEYUS: I find your detachment difficult to understand. (The Rani moves from the Cabinet over to Beyus.) RANI: All you need understand is that these specimens are geniuses, every one of them. And unless they're kept in prime condition, you'll have more than the miserable skin of this creature to worry about. (The Rani moves from them to the door to the Laboratory.) BEYUS: Have you managed to procure the means to repair your laboratory equipment? RANI: Oh yes, indeed I have. 7. INT. THE RANI'S CITADEL. THE LABORATORY (The Laboratory is very large with a door to the arcade to the left and an exit door to the right. At the back of the room is a flight of stairs leading up to a sealed chamber. In the centre is a raised area with a pyramid-shaped piece of equipment at each corner. In the centre is the control desk on which the Doctor lies unconscious.) (The Rani walks into the laboratory and goes to the Doctor. He is lying across the centre table/scanner screen. She places her hand on his chest to test his hearts. She then moves towards the flight of stairs at the rear. She presses a button and a door opens. She is about to ascend when the Doctor begins to stir.) DOCTOR: Oh no, Mel. (She closes the door again and returns to the Doctor at the centre table/control desk. With a start he jumps bolt upright from his prone position.) DOCTOR: Ah, that was a nice nap. Now down to business. (He jumps down from the table.) DOCTOR: I'm a bit worried about the temporal flicker in sector thirteen. There's a bicentennial refit of the TARDIS to book in. I must just pop over to Centauri Seven and then perhaps a quick holiday. Right, that all seems quite clear. Just three small points. Where am I? Who am I? And who are you? (The Doctor spins around on the soles of his feet to face the Rani on the other side of the table. She stands there impassively.) DOCTOR: The Rani! Stay back! (He grabs his umbrella from off the table and backs away from her but in doing so he trips on the stairs behind him and tumbles backwards.) RANI: This is idiotic; you'll injure yourself. (She moves around the table to help him up but he resists her help and jumps to his feet holding the umbrella up menacingly.) DOCTOR: Why should you care? Since you were exiled from Gallifrey, you've had nothing but contempt for all of the Time Lords. RANI: My contempt started long before my exile. DOCTOR: And what d'you want with me? And where's Mel? RANI: She's perfectly safe. But how long she remains so depends on you. DOCTOR: You're up to something. Perhaps I'll find the answer on this. (He quickly moves away from her around to the other side of the table and activates the control. The screen comes alive and shows the planet Lakertya.) RANI: You won't recognise the planet. It's Lakertya and there's no evidence that it's ever been graced by your meddling presence. (The screen shows an image of the planet with an asteroid spinning around in orbit. Alien script crosses over the image.) DOCTOR: You're trying to deflect me. So the answer is on here. Quarks. One up, one down. One... Strange Matter? That asteroid is composed of Strange Matter. What monstrous experiment are you dabbling in now? RANI: I didn't go to the trouble of bringing you here just to discuss the ethics of my work. DOCTOR: Ethics? Don't be such a hypocrite. Your past is littered with the mutilated results of your unethical experiments. RANI: I had all I can take of that cant in our university days. Am I expected to abandon my research because of the side effects on inferior species. Are you prepared to abandon walking in case you squash an insect under foot? (She takes a large syringe-like g*n from a compartment in the table. She advances menacingly around the table towards the Doctor. He backs away around on the Doctor but he circles the other way.) DOCTOR: Stay away. Whatever you've brought me here for, I'm having no part of it. (Not looking where he is going, the Doctor again stumbles and comes to rest at the feet of Sarn who has entered the laboratory with her Father, Beyus. Sarn bends down to help him.) RANI: Leave him there. SARN: He may be hurt. BEYUS: Sarn, don't interfere. (Sarn continues to fuss over the Doctor but the Rani takes her by the arm causing her to stop.) RANI: I'll deal with you latter. (Terrified, Sarn runs from the laboratory and the Rani turns to address Beyus.) RANI: And that's the last time she will interfere. (The Doctor quickly jumps up and runs over to one of the Rani's pyramid-shaped machines filled with some kind of liquid. He raises his umbrella to smash it.) DOCTOR: Stay away or I'll smash this! RANI: Urak! DOCTOR: I'll smash it to pieces!! RANI: Urak!! Get in here!! (Urak enters the Laboratory from the Arcade holding a net g*n. He walks towards the Doctor, who just stands staring at the monster. Urak fires his g*n and, in a shower of sparks, it discharges a net which falls on the Doctor. The g*n renders the Doctor unconscious. He falls to the ground. The Rani moves in, looking pleased.) 8. EXT. LAKERTYAN SURFACE (The native Lakertyan, Ikona, stands investigating the exterior of the TARDIS. He looks around unsure, then opening the door he moves inside the box.) 9. INT. TARDIS. CONSOLE ROOM (Inside the console room, Mel is still lying unconscious at the base of the console. Ikona stands over her and, seeing her form, he bends down, picks her up and slings her over his shoulder. Looking around the interior dimensions, he takes in its size before exiting the ship.) 10. EXT. THE RANI'S CITADEL ENTRANCE (Beyus daughter, Sarn, flees through the imposing entrance to the Rani's base and out on to the Lakertyan surface.) 11. INT. THE RANI'S LABORATORY (The Rani stands over the unconscious form of the 7 Doctor. Her wristwatch communicator starts to bleep. She brings it up to her mouth to speak.) RANI: Urak. What's happening? URAK: The female, Sarn, has escaped, Mistress Rani (Voice heard from his wrist communicator). RANI: She won't get far. (She moves away from the Doctor's body to activate the viewer screen on the table. The image appears to show Sarn running quickly over the rocky surface.) 12. EXT. LAKERTYAN SURFACE (Sarn runs across the rocky landscape – her arms straight, stretched out behind her in a style of run that all her people have. At another place further along the path, Ikona is walking along with an unconscious Mel slung over his shoulder. She begins to regain consciousness and struggles from his grip. Not expecting her resistance, he falls to the ground and she makes her getaway. She runs along the path and comes face to face with Sarn. Sarn is terrified and runs off in panic. Her panic causes her to trip a wire. The wire causes an expl*si*n. Suddenly a bubble of energy forms around her. The bubble starts to ascend into the sky. She screams frantically as the bubble spins randomly. It catches the side of a rock. There is an expl*si*n and the bubble is sent flying in another direction. The direction it heads in is directly into a rock face. The bottom of the bubble detonates causing the bubble to explode. Sarn is no more. Mel has seen the whole thing and moves over to where Ikona is standing in shock. She reaches out to offer a hand of sympathy but he pushes it back at her. He moves forward and crouches down to where the skeletal remains of Sarn lie. Tears form in his eye.) 13. INT. RANI'S CITADEL. LABORATORY (The Rani's scanner shows the d*ad form of Sarn. She activates her wrist communicator and talks to Urak.) RANI: See that the trap is reset. URAK: Certainly. Your powers are truly wondrous, Mistress Ra... (She cuts him short by turning off her wrist communicator. She looks up to see Beyus standing at the entrance to the lab from the Arcade.) BEYUS: What's happened? RANI: It need not concern you. Roll up his sleeve. (She and Beyus move in on the Doctor's unconscious form. She holds a large g*n device in her hands, from which protrudes a large needle.) BEYUS: Why are you doing this? RANI: To make sure he suffers a healthy dose of amnesia when he wakes. BEYUS: Amnesia? RANI: That's what I said. (She inserts the large needle into his arm and activates the injection.) 14. EXT. LAKERTYAN SURFACE (Ikona is bending over Sarn's skeletal body with Mel at his shoulder. He gets up and pushes her away.) IKONA: Go on, run. Run! The areas swarming with traps as well you know. MEL: Me? Why should I? This is insane. IKONA: Don't play the innocent. Your friends set this trap. MEL: Look it's all very well being upset... IKONA: Upset!? Another of your obscene m*rder takes place... MEL: Stop accusing me. This had nothing to do with me. IKONA: Lies! If I didn't need you as a hostage, you'd be d*ad. MEL: A hostage? For what? IKONA: To exchange for our leader. Your friends took him prisoner. MEL: Why d'you keep calling them friends of mine. IKONA: They arrived from outer space as you did. Now they can have you back... on my terms. (Ikona grabs Mel by the arms and forces her to move on ahead of him.) 15. INT. RANI'S CITADEL. LABORATORY (The Doctor is lying on the floor of the laboratory. He opens his eyes as he comes around. He rolls his eyes and looks around him.) DOCTOR: Where am I? Who are you? (He sees the back of a woman with long red curly hair and a pink exercise outfit. The woman turns around and it is the Rani dressed up in disguise as the Doctor's companion Mel.) RANI: Mel. Melanie. Are you alright, Doctor? (She moves forward and helps to pull the Doctor up onto his feet. He is somewhat unsteady.) DOCTOR: Alright? am I? Of course. And you? RANI: Me? Yes, of course, why not. (She pulls away so that he doesn't get too close.) DOCTOR: Why not indeed. We both are. (The Doctor tumbles into the centre control desk and grabs the g*n device that the Rani used to cause the TARDIS to crash land on Lakertya. The Rani is concerned.) DOCTOR: A bull in a barber shop. A navigational guidance system distorter. This would force any passing spaceship into landing here. Where are we, by the way? RANI: In your laboratory, on Lakertya. Doctor, are you sure you're well? DOCTOR: Of course. Fit as a trombone. RANI: Fiddle. DOCTOR: What? RANI: Fit as a fiddle. DOCTOR: Are you? Nerves, I expect. Now let's see, what were we up to? Mel, did you say your name was? RANI: You don't remember me, do you? Do you? DOCTOR: Red hair. I recall red hair. (He touches her hair to investigate but she pulls away and looks in a mirror on one of the pyramid structures. As she tidies her own hair – the wig, the Doctor catches a glimpse of his own new reflection.) DOCTOR: Ah, who's that? RANI: Me. DOCTOR: No, standing next to you. RANI: That's you, Doctor. DOCTOR: Me? No wonder I've lost my memory. RANI: Look, you're supposed to be conducting an experiment, not frightening yourself to death. DOCTOR: An experiment? (The Rani/Mel takes hold of the Doctor's arm and guides him around to the exploded machinery housed in a pyramid. It has a charred surface.) RANI: Yes. It exploded and threw you to the floor, me too. Knocked us both cold. When I came round you looked like this. DOCTOR: The expl*si*n must have caused me to regenerate. RANI: You mean this is what you're going to be like permanently. DOCTOR: I want all mirrors removed from the TARDIS, henceforth. RANI: So you remember the TARDIS? DOCTOR: Oh yes, the TARDIS. And you... Mel. There's something out of sync. I must be suffering from post-regeneration amnesia. RANI: Oh don't worry. It'll soon wear off. Meanwhile, why not repair the machine. You said it was important. DOCTOR: Important? Did I? I wonder what I was up to. (The Doctor removes the charred cover from off the machine to take a closer inspection. The Rani/Mel takes it from him and places it against the wall.) DOCTOR: No, seems pretty far gone. Need a genius to repair it. RANI: But you're a genius. (He moves away, losing interesting, but the Rani/Mel's words cause him to return rather self-satisfied.) DOCTOR: Oh yes, I definitely remember that. RANI: Especially in thermodynamics. DOCTOR: How did you know that, Mel? RANI: But you told me, you said it was your specialist subject when you were at university. (He stares thoughtfully in her direction, trying to place who she reminds him of. The Rani/Mel looks worried.) DOCTOR: University? You remind me of someone I used to know... when I was there. (The Rani/Mel breaks his concentration and pulls him back over to the exploded pyramid machine.) RANI: Doctor, this machine has to be repaired and you're the only person with the knowledge to do it. DOCTOR: Your confidence in me is very flattering, Mel. (The Rani/Mel picks up another cover from the charred machine and moves it out of the way to rest with the other one.) 16. EXT. LAKERTYAN SURFACE (Ikona drags Mel along down the side of a steep incline. He has bound her hands. Both of them slip and slide at regular intervals.) MEL: Will you listen? How many more times do I have to tell you? I'm not your enemy. Look, can we start from scratch? My name's Mel and I come from Earth. Your turn. IKONA: This is no game. MEL: Alright, let's try another tack. You claim I was alone when you found me. IKONA: Oh, don't go on about this Doctor again. MEL: I have to. IKONA: There was no one else in the strange box. If he exists, he must have left you. MEL: No way! The Doctor wouldn't do that. IKONA: If he had any sense he would. MEL: It's not even up for discussion. IKONA: Good, I shall enjoy the silence. MEL: Watch out! (Mel pulls Ikona away just in time as he trips the wire on one of the Rani's bubble traps. There is an expl*si*n and one of the bubbles forms. It ascends into the sky and spins off to the side, catches a rock and finally explodes.) MEL: Now will you accept that I'm not your enemy. IKONA: We must hurry. The Tetraps will come to investigate. (Ikona starts to untie Mel's hands.) MEL: Oh, what made you think I was in league with them? IKONA: You're not Lakertyan. You don't belong on this planet. MEL: Then they're human, like me? IKONA: No not like you. Although almost as hideous. (He brushes himself down and moves off with Mel following. They are observed from on high from Urak, her clawed hand grasping a rock.) 17. INT. THE RANI'S CITADEL. LABORATORY (The Doctor is working away at the damaged machinery whilst the Rani (impersonating Mel) watches over his shoulder.) DOCTOR: Come on, come on. RANI: Come on where? DOCTOR: Why I chose you as an assistant I'll never know. Perhaps I will when I've regained my memory. RANI: Well, what is it you want? DOCTOR: Well look at me, can't you see. Mop my brow. (The Rani produces a handkerchief from her sleeve and does as he requests. Once she has done that she looks away, trying to stifle her irritation. The Doctor continues his work but then sees some spoon-shaped items and reaches to take hold of them. A mischievous grin comes over his face and he starts to play them, first on his knee and then moves over to play them across the Rani's chest. In anger she lashes out and they go flying across the room.) DOCTOR: What did you do that for? RANI: It was your fault. DOCTOR: A bad workman always blames his fools. RANI: Tools!!! Blames his Tools!!! DOCTOR: Do I detect a hint of bad temper, Mel? Why are you behaving so uppity? Could it be that you think yourself superior to me. RANI: How could I possibly think that, Doctor? DOCTOR: Quite. Though at the moment I feel far from superior. This is all a mystery to me. (He starts to move over to the centre of the room away from her side to gain a better view of his surroundings.) RANI: But surely there's a catalyst? DOCTOR: Oh, yes, yes. Must you state the obvious? I know that its functions defuse the impulses from there with this goo. But what's it for? I'm beginning to think this set-ups got nothing to do with me. RANI: Why d'you think that? DOCTOR: Omnipotence. The mind behind this bag of tricks operates on a grand scale. RANI: Well, all the more reason to suppose that it's you, Doctor. (She walks over to him and purposefully leads him back to the damaged machinery so that he can continue with his repair work.) 18. EXT. LAKERTYAN SURFACE (Mel and Ikona are making there way across the rocky landscape. Mel stops and clings on to a large boulder as a support.) MEL: Hold on. I need a breather. IKONA: We must keep moving. MEL: What happened to the rest of your people? Won't they help? IKONA: No, they've been completely subdued. MEL: We could at least try. IKONA: The only one they'd listen to is Beyus our leader. MEL: Well let's go to him. IKONA: He's the hostage I wanted to exchange you for. Ssshhh. Listen. Quickly! MEL: We can't go that way, it's completely exposed. IKONA: For once don't argue. (The pair of them run hastily into the open and across a shallow patch of water. They come to rest inside a large pipe they buries itself into the rock face.) IKONA: Hopefully they'll think we doubled back to stay undercover. MEL: Always providing they don't flush us out first. 19. INT. THE RANI'S CITADEL. THE LABORATORY (The Doctor is standing at the back of the lab pointing up at the sealed chamber. The Rani/Mel is sitting on the centre control desk swinging her legs in mock innocence.) DOCTOR: What's in there? RANI: I have no idea. (In anger, the Doctor storms over to where she is feigning ignorance.) DOCTOR: Are you as clueless as you appear, Mel? RANI: Don't blame me, Doctor. I've never been inside, you wouldn't let me. DOCTOR: Wouldn't I? RANI: No. You said the air wasn't sterile enough for humans. DOCTOR: That's it then, I'm doing nothing until my memory returns. Nothing until I know what I'm about. (He sits down on some steps defiantly. The Rani/Mel moves over to join him.) RANI: Oh come on now. DOCTOR: No, I will not work in the dark like this. RANI: But you thrive on challenge. DOCTOR: I'm adamant. This could be of some diabolical scheme. RANI: To do what? DOCTOR: That's the question. RANI: Oh, Doctor, really. (The Rani/Mel gets up and walks back over to the centre control desk. She takes out a phial. Then her expression changes to be quite thr*at.) 20. INT. THE RANI'S CITADEL. THE TETRAP EYRIE (Beyus moves to a grill in the flow with a hooked metal pole in his hand. He uses the pole to lift up a metal grating that leads down to the Tetrap lair. He walks cautiously down the steps and peers into the darkness. He pulls a metal change which releases a milky mixture down a slope into a large container. The Tetraps start to stir in the darkness and rush forward for there food. Beyus exits hastily and closes the metal grating behind him.) 21. INT. THE RANI'S CITADEL. THE LABORATORY (The Rani/Mel pours some water into a glass and empties a mixture from the phial into it. She swills the glass around so that the mixture dissolves.) RANI: You're just over-excited. Here, drink this. DOCTOR: What is it? RANI: Just water. DOCTOR: Oh, you drink. I don't want it. Don't try to humour me. Leave me alone. RANI: You can't just loll around; it's simply not like you. DOCTOR: How d'you know what I'm like. I've regenerated. I mean, look at me, look at me. RANI: Yes, you've changed outwardly. But I'm sure deep down you still have the same sweet nature. DOCTOR: Perhaps this is my new persona; sulky, bad-tempered. I mean, think how I spoke to you earlier. RANI: But you didn't mean it, I was at fault. DOCTOR: Even so, that's probably how I am now. You don't understand regeneration, Mel. It's a lottery and I've drawn the short plank. Anyway, I need a radiation wave meter and, brilliant as I am, even I can't improvise that. RANI: What about the TARDIS? Won't there be a radiation wave meter there? DOCTOR: The TARDIS? D'you know where it is? RANI: Yes. Of course. DOCTOR: Oh good, I fancy a breath of fresh air. We'll both go. (The Doctor jumps up from his seating position and makes his way across the laboratory before the Rani/Mel has time to react.) RANI: Oh wait. (The Doctor rushes out from the Laboratory leaving the Rani/Mel alone. She activates her wrist communicator to speak to Urak.) RANI: Urak? URAK: (from the wrist communicator) Yes, Mistress. RANI: Remove the girl from the TARDIS immediately. URAK: She is not there, Mistress. RANI: Well then find her, you incompetent fool. (The Doctor re-enters the Lab but doesn't hear her conversation. The Rani/Mel quickly composes herself.) DOCTOR: Are you coming, Mel? RANI: Yes, Doctor, coming. (She puts on an innocent expression and follows him out through the door.) 22. EXT. LAKERTYAN SURFACE. THE PIPE (Urak leaps down on to the ground from a rock. All the time his four eyes are surveying the landscape for any sign of Mel and Ikona. Meanwhile, Mel and Ikona are hidden out of sight in the pipe. Mel slowly ventures forward toward the pipe exit but Ikona is more cautious.) MEL: No one about. Come on. IKONA: No! It's too soon. MEL: Not for me. I'm going to find the Doctor. IKONA: If he's been captured he's as good as d*ad. 23. EXT. LAKERTYAN SURFACE. SARN'S SKELETON & TARDIS EXTERIOR (Whilst making their way across the rocky landscape, the Doctor spots the skeletal remains of Sarn. He stops to have a look and the Rani/Mel joins him.) DOCTOR: Rather unusual species. Can't say I recognise it. Humanoid with reptilian influences. Wouldn't you say, Mel? RANI: Lakertyan. A race so indolent they can't be bothered to bury their d*ad. DOCTOR: Really? RANI: Yes. DOCTOR: I suppose we've explored this planet. I wish I could remember. RANI: There's not a lot to remember. The benevolent climate has induced lethargy. They've failed to realise their full potential. DOCTOR: Rather a harsh judgment, Mel. RANI: Not mine. Yours. (The Rani/Mel walks away to the nearby TARDIS leaving the Doctor alone.) DOCTOR: The more I know me, the less I like me. (The Doctor gives a sad little wave to the skeleton before moving off in pursuit of the Rani. He catches up with her outside the TARDIS. He gets his key from his pocket and opens the door. They enter.) 24. EXT. LAKERTYAN SURFACE. THE PIPE (Mel and Ikona are crouched in the pipe out of sight.) MEL: All right, I'll find him without you. One thing about the Doctor, you can't miss him in that outfit. (Mel jumps up and moves out of the pipe. Ikona makes a move to prevent her but fails to pull her back.) 25. INT. TARDIS. WARDROBE ROOM (The Doctor discards his old multi-coloured coat in an open treasure chest. He moves to stand in front of the mirror. He is wearing the kind of outfit that Napoleon would have worn.) DOCTOR: No, I think not. Lacks my natural humility. (He removes the hat and moves out of sight behind a clothes rail only to reappear wearing a Bearskin hat.) DOCTOR: Doesn't look right without a horse. I need something more dignified, Timelord-ish. (He moves onward amongst the rails and disappears again only to reappear wearing a mortar board and cape. He moves to where the Rani/Mel is standing.) DOCTOR: A little portentous perhaps, Mel. (He moves away from her to find further items of clothing to try on.) RANI: Pretentious is the word. (He reappears wearing a long coat and scarf with a felt hat.) DOCTOR: Old hat. (Tossing the hat away, he moves off only to return moments later wearing a version of the clothes he wore in his third incarnation – velvet smoking jacket and frilly shirt.) DOCTOR: Not frilled. (The Rani/Mel shakes her head in frustration and the Doctor moves off to reappear wearing a cricketer's outfit as worn by his fifth incarnation.) DOCTOR: How's that. Would that bowl the maiden over? (The Rani despairs even more. He disappears again and this time he reappears wearing the enormous fur coat that he sometimes wore in his second body. He pulls the coat apart to reveal the clothing he has settled on: check trouser, white shirt, pull-over and a cream jacket topped off with a rather battered panama hat. The Rani/Mel moves forward to encourage him to stick with this outfit.) RANI: Yes, yes, yes. Very elegant. DOCTOR: Ah thank goodness in this regeneration I've regained my impeccable sense of Haute couture. RANI: If you've finished preening, could we please get what we came for? (Whilst looking in the mirror to admire his new outfit, he notices that there is something amiss with Mel – he turns to look her in the face – as he does so her face distorts and he briefly sees the face of someone else much younger – the face of the real Mel. The Rani/Mel slaps him across the face to break his concentration. She sends him tumbling into the large mirror.) RANI: I'm sorry but you seemed to be losing control. DOCTOR: I was hallucinating. I had an overwhelming sense of evil. And there was a word, Ra... Ra... Ran... Rad... RANI: Radiation wave meter, that's what we came here for. DOCTOR: Oh yes. Where d'you reckon I'd keep it? RANI: Tool room. DOCTOR: Won't be a jiffy. Absence makes the nose grow longer. (The Doctor moves off out of the room and the Rani watches him go before making her way to the console room.) RANI: Cretin. 26. EXT. LAKERTYAN SURFACE (Mel is making it on her own apart from Ikona. The path is quite treacherous but she is concentrating greatly. Ikona is following her at a discreet distance so that he isn't seen by anyone, namely a Tetrap. Mel doesn't notice that she is being followed by Urak whose claw appears over a rock behind her.) 27. INT. TARDIS. CONSOLE ROOM (The Rani enters the console room just as her wrist communicator starts to bleep. She activates it and brings it to her mouth to speak into it.) RANI: Yes, Urak. What is it? URAK: (Voice heard from her communicator) I have found the lost girl, Mistress. RANI: Focus in on her. URAK: (Voice heard from her communicator) Certainly, Mistress Rani. (The Rani activates a control on the console and the doors over the scanner screen open to reveal an image of Mel clambering over the rocks. The Doctor bursts into the console room from the inner corridor, carrying the tool they went to the TARDIS to collect.) DOCTOR: Rani, that's the name, the evil name. RANI: Is that her, Doctor? (The Rani points at the scanner screen that shows Mel. The Doctor turns to look.) DOCTOR: Yes. Yes, it must be. Yes. RANI: And she's evil. DOCTOR: Completely. RANI: Then she must be destroyed. DOCTOR: Destroyed? Let's not be hasty. (The Doctor turns to look once again at the scanner screen. A knowing smile crosses the Rani's face and she turns to see Mel clambering over the rocks.) 28. EXT. LAKERTYAN SURFACE (Mel finally reaches the bottom of the steep slope. She hears a noise behind her and catches the sight of something in the corner of her eye. Sensing that it is not something she wants to be found by, she breaks into a run. Urak remains at a discreet distance but still follows her. Running at speed, Mel fails to notice the tripwire at her feet. She trips, triggering an expl*si*n, and a bubble of energy forms around her. She lets out a terrified scream. The bubble starts to ascend into the sky. It rises up and over a cliff face. As it makes its descent, it catches the side of the rock face causing an expl*si*n. This causes the bubble to spin further downwards. Mel screams helplessly as the bubble spins her to her death...) Lakertya Mel: Doctor! Help! Mel: Help!
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PART TWO Written by Pip and Jane Baker Original air date: 14 September, 1987 Run time: 24:36 1. EXT. LAKERTYAN SURFACE (Running at speed, Mel fails to notice the tripwire at her feet. She trips, triggering an expl*si*n, and a bubble of energy forms around her. She lets out a terrified scream. The bubble starts to ascend into the sky. It rises up and over a cliff face. As it makes its descent, it catches the side of the rock face causing an expl*si*n. This causes the bubble to spin further downwards. Mel screams helplessly as the bubble spins to her to her possible death. Luckily for Mel the bubble falls on to the lake and the detonator on the base of it doesn't h*t the water. The bubble surfs along the surface of the water until it hits a rock and nestles at the waters edge. Ikona, who has been following her progress, comes to her rescue. Mel continues to scream in the bubble as he comes to kneel by it. Ikona attempts to remove the expl*sive detonator from the base of the bubble.) MEL: Help! Help me! IKONA: Be quiet and don't move. MEL: Have you... have you done this before? IKONA: No, this is the first time, but Mel, if you don't stop squawking, it'll be the last. 2. INT. THE RANI'S CITADEL. THE LABORATORY (The Doctor is working on the pyramid machine and causes an expl*si*n. He chokes on the fumes and moves away to get some clean air. He groans. The Rani, still in her guise as Mel, moves to look at his handiwork.) DOCTOR: You know I can't help feeling sorry for the Rani, Mel, getting caught in her own devious trap. RANI/MEL: She's got nobody to blame but herself. DOCTOR: I suppose so. But what was she doing prowling around on Lakertya? RANI/MEL: I'd have thought the reason was obvious. DOCTOR: Is it? RANI/MEL: She must be on the brink of a major discovery. DOCTOR: Must be a cosmic breakthrough for a neurochemist of her stature to come storming the barricades. (The Rani pulls on the Doctor's arm leading him back over to the machine.) RANI/MEL: All the more reason to press on, get there first. You've repeatedly said that, in the wrong hands, scientific knowledge can be dangerous. DOCTOR: What scientific knowledge? What am I doing? If only I could remember. RANI/RANI: Oh, don't start all that again. Look, repair the machine and maybe we'll find the solution. DOCTOR: The machine won't tell me what's behind that locked door, will it? The machine won't restore my memory, will it? If the Rani was after our experiment, we must be playing with f*re. RANI/MEL: Oh forget the Rani. She's finished. Destroyed! DOCTOR: Is she? Oh don't underestimate her. She's a brilliant but sterile mind. There's not one spark of decency in her. RANI/MEL: (to herself) I'm overwhelmed. DOCTOR: You are? RANI/MEL: Such superior diagnostic talents. DOCTOR: It's my forte. RANI/MEL: Then it's a pity they can't be concentrated on the machine. (In frustration she pushes the Doctor against the machine, causing him to h*t his nose.) 3. EXT. LAKERTYAN SURFACE (Ikona continues his efforts to remove the expl*sive detonator from the base of the bubble. He twists and turns it as Mel looks on anxiously. Finally it comes out of its housing and the bubble dissolves. Mel leaps from her place and hugs Ikona. Ikona hurls the expl*sive's detonator into the water. It hits the surface of the water and explodes, tossing tons of water into the air, almost spraying the relieved couple. They move away. They are unaware that the Tetrap Leader, Urak, is watching them from a concealed position on the cliff face above them.) 4. INT. THE RANI'S CITADEL. THE LABORATORY (The Rani is at the central control desk, viewing the progress of the asteroid composed of strange matter. The Doctor is at work on the machine.) DOCTOR: And another thing, why was the Rani dressed like you, Mel? RANI/MEL: Perhaps she's fashion conscious? DOCTOR: No, she was in disguise. Practising another one of her talents. (The Rani moves over to join the Doctor.) RANI/MEL: Really? Are you going to be much longer in there, Doctor? DOCTOR: Afraid so. More hasta less vista. (The Rani looks annoyed as he busies himself at the broken machine.) 5. INT. RANI'S CITADEL. THE TETRAP EYRIE (The Lakertyan Leader, Beyus, opens the grill and ventures down into the eyrie. He hears the Tetrap growls from within the darkened lair. He pulls a metal chain and the Tetrap food is released and slides down a slope into the large container. A Tetrap soon appears, forcing Beyus to make a hasty retreat out of the eyrie.) 6. EXT. LAKERTYAN SURFACE (Ikona and Mel make their way cautiously amongst the rocky landscape, all the time on the lookout for danger.) MEL: Any sign of the... what did you call it? IKONA: Tetraps. No. Keep moving. MEL: Look, look, I'm grateful for your help, but gratitude isn't going to turn me into a puppet. IKONA: I've already come to that painful conclusion. MEL: Well then, tell me, are we just running scared or are we heading for somewhere in particular? IKONA: The answer to both questions is yes. Now can we go? (He runs along further and stops with Mel at an incline that leads up to a gap in the cliff face. He indicates up to the gap. Leaving Mel alone, he makes his way up the steep, rocky incline and into the gap. The gap is being used as a hiding place for Lakertyan fireworks which resemble w*apon. Mel remains down in the valley nervously awaiting his return.) MEL: Hurry, Ikona! Hurry! (Suddenly, Urak jumps from hiding. She screams with fear. He has four eyes, is covered in fur, and has a fat stomach and wings. Ikona activates one of the fireworks and the sprinkler effect is released. The glittery sprinkles fall into the face of Urak, distracting him from Mel. Ikona runs down to join Mel and pulls her away. They depart with haste together.) 7. INT. RANI'S CITADEL. THE LABORATORY (The Doctor uses a small device to read some emissions. They obviously cause him some distress.) DOCTOR: I cannot understand how I could have made such a fundamental mistake. (The Doctor tries to force the burnt-out plate from the shelf in the machine. He has trouble but the Rani helps him.) RANI/MEL: Let me. (The plate comes free with her assistance. She holds it up to examine it in the light.) RANI/MEL: What was the mistake? DOCTOR: The heat radiation from the catalyst was of high frequency. RANI/MEL: You mean I... you used the wrong heat conducting material. DOCTOR: So elementary. I broke the second law of thermodynamics. RANI/MEL: So if we substituted a suitable material, would it work? DOCTOR: You should know the answer to that, Mel. Didn't C. P. Snow expound on Thermodynamics? RANI/MEL: Doctor, is this relevant? DOCTOR: Well you said you admired all his writings, read all his books. RANI/MEL: Did I? Oh, I must have forgotten. DOCTOR: You, Mel, forget? (He laughs) A kangaroo never forgets. RANI/MEL: Elephant. DOCTOR: Oh, yes. Memory like an elephant. A running gag applied to you I feel sure, Mel. RANI/MEL: Perhaps the machine exploding affected my memory as well. Doctor, what were the readings? DOCTOR: Oh here, see for yourself. (He passes the small device over to her and then moves over to the sealed door at the back of the room. He mounts the stairs and rests at the top. He places his makeshift stethoscope against the door to listen to the inside. The Rani enters the readings into the computer.) 8. EXT. LAKERTYAN SURFACE / CITADEL ENTRANCE (Mel and Ikona squat behind a rock to spy on the entrance to the Citadel where a Tetrap stands on guard.) IKONA: That's where they set up headquarters. MEL: Well then, that's where the Doctor must be. IKONA: You can't be sure. MEL: I can. You don't know the Doctor. IKONA: If he's in there, I probably never will. MEL: There's no "Ifs" about it, he's in there. (Mel looks up at the cliff where the rocket launcher has been built.) MEL: Any idea what the central ramp's for? IKONA: No. All I know is that building it cost the lives of many Lakertyans. MEL: Something must have gone terribly wrong. IKONA: The logic of that escapes me. MEL: Well they kidnapped the Doctor, and no one would do that unless they were desperate for his help. He's not exactly predictable. IKONA: Come on. (They depart away from the area.) 9. INT. RANI'S CITADEL. THE LABORATORY (The computer screen displays some options for the problem with Rani's machine.) RANI/MEL: Would PHB or PES do? DOCTOR: What? (In frustration she goes over to join him at the door to the sealed chamber.) RANI/MEL: I asked you a question! DOCTOR: Did you? Mel, there's something caged in there. RANI/MEL: Yes, I dare say. Would PHB or PES do? DOCTOR: Eh? RANI/MEL: As a suitable material for the machine. (She leads the Doctor back over to the central control desk.) DOCTOR: Oh, yes. PHB. It's biodegradable. We don't want to litter Lakertya with non-destructible waste like they're doing on your planet, Mel. (He opens up a drawer in the desk and starts to rummage around.) RANI/MEL: What are you looking for? DOCTOR: Sugar and starch, we can ferment our own. (She irritably slams the drawer closed, nearly trapping his fingers.) RANI/MEL: Well you won't find it there. What about the alternative? DOCTOR: PES? Oh not so good. It's a petroleum based plastic. RANI/MEL: Slightly amber, almost opaque. DOCTOR: Erm. RANI/MEL: I know where we can get some. DOCTOR: Where? RANI/MEL: From the Lakertyans. You repair the machine, I'll go and get it. (The Rani moves off to the left laboratory exit whilst the Doctor remains perplexed by the desk.) DOCTOR: But I thought you said the Lakertyans weren't very advanced. RANI/MEL: Did I? DOCTOR: Yes. (The Rani closes the door as he walks towards it. Once there he turns to see the other exit door closing, shutting him inside.) DOCTOR: After we found that poor skeleton. 10. EXT. LAKERTYAN SURFACE (Faroon, the wife of captured leader Beyus, makes her way through the rocky landscape towards the Rani's Citadel. She is coming near to the remains of her daughter, Sarn. Up on the path ahead of her, Ikona and Mel appear.) IKONA: Wait here. (Ikona gestures for Mel to remain out of sight whilst he goes down to join Faroon.) IKONA: Faroon? (They exchange the Lakertyan greeting of pressing their palms against one another.) FAROON: I'm glad to see you, Ikona, although I shouldn't be. IKONA: Does sitting on opposite sides of the fence mean we can't still be friends? FAROON: I'm afraid it does when you cut yourself off from the rest of us and deliberately ignore Beyus' instructions. IKONA: I can't accept he's right to collaborate. FAROON: He is being held hostage. He has no choice. It's the only way that Beyus can save the rest of us from destruction. (She moves up the slope in the direction of Mel. Ikona is wary to keep her attention away from Sarn's skeletal remains. Mel appears from her hiding place, startling Faroon.) MEL: Well, he didn't save her, did he? IKONA: It's alright, Faroon, she's not with the Tetraps. FAROON: You said "her"? MEL: Yes. Well she was running away from something. FAROON: You saw what happened too Ikona? (Silence) You're not usually so reluctant to air your thoughts. (To Mel) From which direction did she come? MEL: Well, along there. It was as though she was escaping from the Tetrap headquarters. IKONA: It was Sarn. (Faroon turns as the truth finally hits her. She makes her way down to the bones of her daughter, a tear running down her cheek.) MEL: Who was Sarn? IKONA: The daughter of Beyus and Faroon. (Mel goes down the slope to join Faroon with Ikona following.) MEL: I'm sorry. I didn't realise. FAROON: I had to be told. IKONA: There was nothing that could be done. She stepped on a trap. FAROON: Yet another victim. I must go to Beyus. (She walks slowly away. Mel turns to follow her.) IKONA: Where are you going? MEL: If Beyus is collaborating then he must be in the Tetrap headquarters and that's where the Doctor will be. (She moves off and he loyally follows her.) 11. EXT. RANI'S CITADEL (The Rani strides forth from the elaborate entrance making her way towards her TARDIS.) 12. INT. RANI'S CITADEL. THE LABORATORY (The Doctor is trying out numerous codes on the door control in order to follow the Rani/Mel. Failing to succeed, he moves over to the machine. Picking up the spoon-like equipment he used earlier, he proceeds to play them.) 13. EXT. THE RANI'S CITADEL (Faroon makes her way towards the entrance which is guarded by a Tetrap. Mel and Ikona follow at a cautious distance. They crouch by some rocks to observe her and the Tetrap.) IKONA: You're still determined to get in? MEL: No matter what the risk. IKONA: Madness. It must be contagious. I'll draw him off. (As Ikona runs off amongst the rocks, the Tetrap on guard (Urak) spots him and makes off in pursuit. Mel is free to make her way inside the Citadel. The Tetrap runs amongst the rocks, desperate to find Ikona, but the first person he sees has long curly red hair and is wearing a pink and white exercise outfit. The Tetrap activates his w*apon. A stun net is released and falls on the victim, stunning her. Urak runs over to his quarry.) 14. INT. THE RANI'S CITADEL. THE LABORATORY (The right-hand side door to the Laboratory opens and Mel enters. The Doctor is working on the machine. Hearing a sound, she moves over towards him.) MEL: Who are you? (He sees her and instantly believes her to be the Rani. He advances towards her and she backs off.) DOCTOR: You! Where's Mel? MEL: Where's the Doctor? DOCTOR: What have you done with her? MEL: Stay away from me. What have you done with the Doctor? (She grabs him by the arm and spins him off his feet and on to the floor. She restrains him by holding his arm behind his back.) MEL: Now we'll get to the truth. What have you done with him you brute? DOCTOR: He's here! MEL: Where? Under the carpet? DOCTOR: Me, you washer woman! Me! MEL: Never! You're nothing like him. If the Doctor's been harmed... (The Doctor breaks her hold and jumps up, grabs hold of her, and slings her up over his shoulders, spinning her round in the air.) MEL: Help! Put me down! (He continues to spin her until finally he returns her to the floor, leaving her rather dizzy.) DOCTOR: Drop the melodramatics. Your pathetic impersonation doesn't fool me at all. Incidentally that wigs not you. (Whilst she is still dazed, he makes a grab for her hair. Mel cries in pain.) 15. EXT. LAKERTYAN SURFACE (Urak removes the stun net from the Rani. She sits up, affected by the net, and starts to adjust her Mel wig.) URAK: I am sorry, Mistress. I have not seen you dressed in these clothes before. (Regaining her composure, she jumps up and moves stubbornly off.) RANI/MEL: Inquests bore me! (Urak lurks off after her.) 16. INT. THE RANI'S CITADEL. THE LABORATORY (Mel escapes from the Doctor's grip on her hair and runs around the side of the laboratory, protecting herself on the opposite side of the control desk. They each run around the outside of the control desk – always trying to maintain an equal distance between themselves.) DOCTOR: I knew you weren't finished, Rani. I told Mel as much. MEL: You told me? DOCTOR: No, Mel! MEL: I am Mel. Who's the Rani? DOCTOR: Try looking in the mirror at the face of evil. MEL: I've had enough of this drivel. DOCTOR: Alright, compromise. Let me feel your pulse. MEL: Don't touch me! DOCTOR: Ah the proof of the pumpkin's in the squeezing. MEL: You don't even talk like the Doctor, you miserable fraud. DOCTOR: Let me feel your pulse. Or pulses, I should say. Two of them. One for each heart. MEL: You're a raving lunatic. DOCTOR: Yes, perhaps I am, because if you're the Rani, I'm dicing with destruction. MEL: And if I'm Mel? (They stop moving around the control desk.) DOCTOR: Mel? The worst she'll do is give me carrot juice. (Pauses) Carrot juice? What made me think of that? MEL: Well perhaps the real Doctor told you. It was his favourite drink. DOCTOR: Favourite? I hate it! MEL: Oh. DOCTOR: Ah, caught you out haven't I! MEL: But if you're the real Doctor then, why d'you look like that? DOCTOR: I've regenerated and I'm suffering from post-regenerative amnesia, as far as I can remember. Fair exchange is no mockery. You feel my pulses, I'll feel yours. I'll lean across here with my arm behind my back if you want proof I'm a Time Lord. Come on. (He leans across the control desk as he said he would and she cautiously moves in to inspect his wrist.) MEL: A double pulse! Then you really are the Doctor. DOCTOR: That's what I've been trying to tell you. Now yours. (She looks in amazement at him. He checks her wrists for a double pulse.) MEL: I know about regeneration, of course. (He finds only a single pulse.) DOCTOR: Mel? (Feeling at rest with one another, she moves around to join him.) MEL: But you're completely different. Nothing like you were. Face. Height. Hair. Everything's changed. DOCTOR: Yes. And I've become more of a fool too, it seems, Mel. Doesn't bode well for my Seventh Persona being so completely taken in by the wretched Rani. MEL: The Rani? Is that who hijacked the TARDIS? DOCTOR: (Nods) But what does she want with me? 17. EXT. THE LAKERTYAN LANDSCAPE (The Rani and Urak walk up to the Rani's TARDIS which resembles a small pyramid – its surface is partially mirrored. Seeing that he is following her, she turns.) RANI/MEL: Where d'you think you're going? URAK: With you, Mistress. RANI/MEL: I told you not to enter my TARDIS without permission. Now stay here. (She enters her TARDIS whilst Urak remains outside.) 18. INT. THE RANI'S CITADEL. THE LABORATORY (The Doctor and Mel are standing at the control desk watching the viewing screen as it shows the strange matter asteroid.) DOCTOR: Strange Matter! MEL: Never heard of it. DOCTOR: You should have, Mel. A Princeton physicist discovered it on your earth in the year 1984. MEL: Computers are my speciality, not Nuclear Physics. DOCTOR: It's an incredibly dense form of matter. A lump the size of this would weigh more than your planet Earth. MEL: Well what could the Rani's interest be? DOCTOR: An astute question. If that asteroid exploded, it would send off a blast of gamma rays equivalent to a supernova. MEL: Then it would be goodbye Lakertya. (He turns off the monitor screen. And leads Mel to the back of the lab.) DOCTOR: And everything else in this corner of the galaxy. When the Rani dabbles, she dabbles on a grand scale. (He gives Mel the stethoscope and points up the stairs to the locked door.) DOCTOR: Here. Go and listen. (Mel ascends the stairs and places the stethoscope against the door.) MEL: It's weird. It's like a giant heartbeat. DOCTOR: Yes. But why, Mel? Why? What is she up to? (He ponders the Laboratory and his attention is drawn to the left side door.) DOCTOR: It starts here. (He moves to the door and Mel joins him.) MEL: Oh forget it, Doctor. Let's hightail it back to the TARDIS and get out of here. DOCTOR: And leave the Lakertyans to the machinations of the Rani. Impossible! Given time I'll work out the combination. 19. INT. RANI'S CITADEL. THE ARCADE (Beyus and Faroon overhear the Doctor's words through the door.) BEYUS: 953. 20. INT. RANI'S CITADEL. THE LABORATORY DOCTOR: Did you hear a voice or am I hallucinating? BEYUS: (from behind the door) 953. MEL: Well go on, quick. 953. DOCTOR: Who'd have thought she'd have been so obvious. That's my age. And the Rani's. (He taps in the code on the door control and the door slides upwards revealing Beyus and Faroon on the other side. The Doctor gestures Mel to go through.) 21. INT. THE RANI'S TARDIS (The Rani produces a jagged orange sheet of opaque PES plastic from a cupboard. She moves with it into the centre of the room. Using a laser, she cuts the plastic into the right shape for the machine. She then moves off.) 22. EXT. LAKERTYAN SURFACE (The Rani exits her TARDIS with the plastic where Urak is waiting on guard.) RANI/MEL: The girl's on the loose. Find her before she finds the Doctor. URAK: Yes, Mistress. 23. INT. RANI'S CITADEL. THE ARCADE (Mel and the Doctor are examining the cabinets in the arcade that contain various geniuses. Beyus and Faroon watch them.) MEL: Hypatia. (Moves to the next cabinet) Einstein! BEYUS: Names which are meaningless to us. DOCTOR: Geniuses every one of them. The Rani's collected together the most creative minds and the most powerful matter in the universe. FAROON: She's a m*rder. Sarn was not her first victim, there have been many. DOCTOR: The scope of her imagination is breathtaking. BEYUS: You sound as though you admire her. DOCTOR: Not admiration. Fascination. And sadness. If only the Rani could have redirected her incredible talents for good. (Mel wanders along to look at a further cabinet. It is empty but she sees the Doctor's name written on the label.) MEL: The fascination's mutual. She's reserved this one for you. (The Doctor goes over to see for himself.) 24. EXT. THE RANI'S CITADEL. THE ENTRANCE (The Rani makes her way back inside carrying the sheet of plastic bound for the machine.) 25. INT. THE RANI'S CITADEL. THE ARCADE / THE LABORATORY (The Doctor, Mel, Beyus and Faroon stand around the Doctor's cabinet.) DOCTOR: What is it that I can contribute that these other geniuses can't? MEL: You're a Timelord. DOCTOR: With a unique conceptual understanding of the properties of time. (The Doctor rushes back in to the laboratory. He follows the line of information given by the machinery that leads to the sealed door at the rear of the room. Mel and Beyus watch him whilst Faroon remains in the Arcade.) DOCTOR: Do you know what's behind that door? BEYUS: I've never been permitted to see. DOCTOR: Pity. Beyus? Why have you... assisted? BEYUS: Collaborated is the word that you are avoiding, Doctor. I've no choice. (The Doctor activates the desk screen but is distracted as Faroon rushes into the laboratory and closes the door behind her.) FAROON: She's coming! DOCTOR: Take Mel! FAROON: I'll take her with me. MEL: But Doctor, you can't stay. DOCTOR: Go, Mel! Go! (Beyus, Faroon and Mel hastily exit the laboratory via the right side door. The Doctor returns to the machine. The Rani enters the laboratory via the left side door. She goes to the desk and notices that the monitor screen has been left on by the Doctor. She turns it off and goes to join the Doctor.) DOCTOR: Oh yes, yes. Let me see. Polyethersulphone. Excellent. How clever you are, Mel. Where did you find it? RANI/MEL: In the store room. Doctor, why was the monitor on? DOCTOR: On, is it? Oh yes. I was trying to jog my memory. No luck though. Hold the other end, Mel. (Together they both try to position the plastic sheet into the machine.) 26. INT. THE RANI'S CITADEL. CORRIDOR (Beyus cautiously leads Mel and Faroon out of the Citadel. He gestures them away and remains alone.) 27. INT. THE RANI'S CITADEL. THE LABORATORY (The Doctor and the Rani (still dressed a Mel) are positioning the plastic sheet inside the machine.) DOCTOR: You're not concentrating, Mel. Hold it steady. We've got to manoeuvre it into position. (It's finally in position in the machine.) RANI/MEL: Quite adept at manoeuvring, aren't you, Doctor. DOCTOR: Well, where there's a will, there's a Tom, Dick and Harriet. (They both move to the centre of the room.) RANI/MEL: Do I take it the machine is now operational? DOCTOR: Oh no, no. There's certain information I simply must have before I make the final delicate adjustments. RANI/MEL: Such as? DOCTOR: (gesturing to the rear of the Lab) Ideally what's behind that door? RANI/MEL: Less ideally? DOCTOR: (He fingers liquid atop one of the pyramid-shaped machines) The identity of this rather interesting substance. RANI/MEL: The information's essential, is it? DOCTOR: Crucial. RANI/MEL: So if I told you its chemical composition. I could do that. DOCTOR: No stop! (She leans over to the control desk and presses a button. The lights in the room dim and start to pulsate and the machines whirl and pump into action. The Doctor looks uneasy.) RANI/MEL: You know, don't you? (With little hesitation, the Rani pulls off her wig of red curls to reveal her own long brunette hair. She starts to unpin it.) RANI: But your usefulness is not yet over. You have another role to play. (To distract her, the Doctor gestures to the right door. She looks and he ties his scarf around her and pushes her down on to the control desk.) RANI: Dratted man. (He then runs from the laboratory.) 28. INT. THE RANI'S CITADEL. THE ARCADE (Beyus is attending to the cabinet controls as the Doctor rushes past. The Doctor opens the grill to descend into the Tetrap Eyrie. The Rani, having released herself from the scarf, runs into the Arcade and pushes Beyus aside. She enters the Eyrie.) 29. INT. THE RANI'S CITADEL. TETRAP EYRIE (The Rani descends the stairs into the eyrie and, peering into the darkness, she sees the Tetraps hanging asleep from the rocky ceiling but fails to see the Doctor. He is hiding behind a rock. Giving up, she leaves the eyrie and closes the grill behind her. The Doctor ventures out from his hiding place and looks around for another exit. Before he can look further, a group of awakened Tetraps encircle him, their forked tongues ready to pierce the Doctor with venom...)
{"type": "series", "show": "Doctor Who", "episode": "24x02 - Time and the Rani - part 2"}
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PART THREE Written by Pip and Jane Baker Original air date: 21 September, 1987 Run time: 24:23 1. INT. THE RANI'S CITADEL. THE LABORATORY (The Rani and the Doctor are standing at the control desk in the centre of the room whilst all the machines throb in activation.) RANI/MEL: You know, don't you. (With little hesitation, the Rani pulls off her wig of red curls to reveal her own long brunette hair. She starts to unpin it.) RANI: But your usefulness is not yet over. You have another role to play. (To distract her, the Doctor gestures to the right door. She looks and he ties his scarf around her and pushes her down on to the control desk.) RANI: Dratted man. (He then runs from the laboratory.) 2. INT. THE RANI'S CITADEL. THE ARCADE (Beyus is attending to the cabinet controls as the Doctor rushes past. The Doctor opens the grill to descend into the Tetrap Eyrie. The Rani, having released herself from the scarf, runs into the Arcade and pushes Beyus aside. She enters the Eyrie.) 3. INT. THE RANI'S CITADEL. THE TETRAP EYRIE (The Rani descends the stairs into the eyrie and, peering into the darkness, she sees the Tetraps hanging asleep from the rocky ceiling but fails to see the Doctor. He is hiding behind a rock. Giving up, she leaves the eyrie and closes the grill behind her. The Doctor ventures out from his hiding place and looks around for another exit. Before he can look further, a group of awakened Tetraps encircle him, their forked tongues ready to pierce the Doctor with venom...) DOCTOR: I say. I mean, we may not see eye to eye. Try and see it my way! I'm trying not to be personal. I mean, after all, a bat may look at a Time Lord. (There is a clunk from the entrance. Beyus is there and has pulled the metal chain which causes the blood plasma to be released.) BEYUS: Doctor! Hurry! (The Doctor leaps across the tube delivering the plasma to the trough. All the Tetraps feast from the trough. The Doctor and Beyus exit the eyrie and shut the grill behind them.) 4. EXT. THE LAKERTYAN SURFACE. THE RANI'S CITADEL ENTRANCE (The Rani appears at the entrance and stands on the lookout for the Doctor. She is observed by Mel and Faroon who conceal themselves behind a rock.) FAROON: She's looking for us. MEL: Maybe, but I can think of a more likely explanation. The Doctor's on the loose. Whatever the reason, Faroon, you mustn't be caught with me. FAROON: I can't leave you. I promised. MEL: I'll be alright. Now go. Please? (Faroon moves away out of sight. Mel watches her go then moves off herself.) 5. INT. THE RANI'S CITADEL. THE ARCADE (The Doctor and Beyus attempt to share a greeting to one another via Human and Lakertyan ways - failing, they gives up, and the Doctor goes to run off down the corridor.) BEYUS: No, you'll have to go out through the laboratory. The Rani went that way. (The Doctor returns to Beyus and exits off the Arcade into the Laboratory.) URAK: (From the Lab) Mistress Rani? (The Doctor hastily runs back out into the Arcade with a desperate look on his face.) 6. INT. THE RANI'S CITADEL. THE LABORATORY (Urak wander around the Laboratory searching for the Rani. Failing to find her amongst all the noise of the activated equipment, he exits out to the Arcade.) 7. INT. THE RANI'S CITADEL. THE ARCADE (Beyus is seemingly alone in the Arcade. Urak comes out from the Laboratory to address him.) URAK: You, Lakertyan. Have you seen the Mistress? Well quickly, answer! BEYUS: She went into the grounds. URAK: Oh, out of my way. The Mistress has profound insight but I think she is mistaken to rely on any of your worthless race. (Having pushed past Beyus to move down the arcade, Urak leaves Beyus alone. Except that the Doctor has been hidden out of sight in his personally labeled cabinet. Beyus opens the door and the Doctor jumps out.) DOCTOR: I can't say I share the Rani's taste in pets. BEYUS: The Tetraps are nobody's pets and you'd be wise not to forget it. DOCTOR: This is what I'll never forget. (Referring to the other Cabinet inhabitants) Unique talents every one of them. The Rani's roamed the universe plucking these geniuses out of time, at the height of their powers and reduced them to the status of laboratory specimens. BEYUS: Doctor, please hurry. DOCTOR: Time, the concept of time. That's at the heart of what she's up to. Otherwise why reserve a place for me. A Time Lord in this abysmal parade. BEYUS: If you're still here when she gets back, you'll find out from inside the cabinet. DOCTOR: Which you will help her put me in. BEYUS: If she catches you, yes. DOCTOR: You know, Beyus, your collaboration with the Rani's difficult to understand. BEYUS: My people are under thr*at. If you do manage to escape, go to the centre of Leisure. You will find the reason there. Now hurry Doctor. (Beyus ushers the Doctor from the Arcade and through into the laboratory.) 8. INT. THE RANI'S CITADEL. THE LABORATORY (The Doctor and Beyus move across the laboratory and stop at the control desk.) BEYUS: Be careful, Doctor. The grounds outside are a minefield of traps. DOCTOR: Nothing outside compared to this. (The Doctor activates the monitor screen displaying the asteroid spinning in space.) BEYUS: A harmless asteroid? DOCTOR: It's composed of strange matter, Beyus. A devastating force. With the right trigger, that harmless asteroid, as you call it, could incinerate your planet. And anything else in this corner of the galaxy. (Gesturing to the sealed door) And what does the Rani keep behind there? Oh, all good things come to a bend. (The Doctor moves down to the repaired pyramid machine and removes a component. The result is the lights returning to full beam and the machine operation halting. He returns to where Beyus is.) DOCTOR: Micro-thermister, I doubt if she'll have a spare. BEYUS: She won't need one; you're going to put it back. Give it to me. (The Doctor shakes his head and Beyus tries to take the component from him. They struggle with one another until Beyus gains possession of the component. He moves to return it to the machine but the Doctor trips him up using his discarded umbrella. Beyus falls to the ground dazed. The Doctor takes the component from him.) DOCTOR: I had no intention of hurting you. RANI: (from the Arcade) Beyus! (The Doctor jumps up, beating a hasty retreat from the laboratory via the right side door. The Rani returns via the left side door. She observes the situation and moves over to Beyus who lies on the floor.) RANI: Who sabotaged this? What happened? BEYUS: Ah, I h*t my head. RANI: Was it the Doctor? BEYUS: I don't know. He tried to steal something from the cabinet. I tried to stop him. (The Rani leaves his side and goes to the control desk. She activates an alarm.) 9. EXT. THE LAKERTYAN SURFACE. THE RANI'S CITADEL ENTRANCE (Watched by Ikona from behind a rock, the Doctor runs at great speed from the Rani's citadel. Ikona moves off in the direction that the Doctor went.) 10. EXT. THE LAKERTYAN SURFACE (Mel makes her way amongst the rocks. A Tetrap appears suddenly before her, causing her to scream. She tries to run away but Urak blocks her path. She is trapped and screaming. Urak's tongue pierces venom into Mel's neck and she becomes totally rigid.) URAK: The Mistress will be overjoyed to see you. (To the other Tetrap) You know where to take her. (The Tetrap picks Mel up and carries her away.) 11. EXT. THE LAKERTYAN SURFACE (The Doctor moves amongst the rocks but stop when he hears a voice.) IKONA: Stop! Don't take another step. DOCTOR: Here's a turn up for the cook. A rock that talks. (Ikona appears from behind a rock in the cliff face ahead of the Doctor.) IKONA: You must be the Doctor. I've met your companion, Mel. DOCTOR: Don't hold that against me. IKONA: I see where she gets her sense of humour. And you're going to need it. DOCTOR: That bad? IKONA: Look down. (The Doctor looks down at his feet and sees a tripwire belonging to one of the Rani's bubble traps.) IKONA: Now step back very slowly. (The Doctor slowly lifts his foot away from under the wire. No sooner has he done so than a Tetrap appears behind him.) DOCTOR: Hello. Haven't I seen you hanging around somewhere? (Ikona fires one of the fireworks to distract the Tetrap. The Doctor shoves the Tetrap aside. Its foot knocks the tripwire. There is an expl*si*n and a bubble forms around the Tetrap. The bubble lifts higher and higher until it knocks into a cliff face causing the bubble to explode and thus ending the Tetrap's life. The Doctor raises his hat out of mock respect.) 12. INT. THE RANI'S CITADEL. THE ARCADE (The Tetrap carries the rigid form of Mel along the arcade to where the Rani is with Beyus and Faroon.) RANI: Take her away. (The Tetrap carries Mel away to the Tetrap Eyrie.) RANI: Faroon? You can tell the Doctor he can have the girl in return for the Micro-thermister he stole. FAROON: And where will I find this Doctor? RANI: He'll make contact with the other Lakertyans and try to stir up trouble. So don't be taken in by his glib tongue. (The Rani goes into the laboratory. Faroon almost follows her in anger when Beyus stops her.) BEYUS: Do as she says, Faroon. You know the penalty our people will have to pay if you disobey. FAROON: Well shouldn't we try to escape as Sarn did? BEYUS: Faroon, I have obeyed all of the Rani's commands, carried out the most menial of tasks. Now that she has almost completed the experiment why should I take the risk? FAROON: And when our work is finished, what happens then? BEYUS: She will leave Lakertya. FAROON: Will she, Beyus? BEYUS: That was her promise. FAROON: And when she does...? BEYUS: Our lives will return to normal. FAROON: (Tearfully) Normal, Beyus, without Sarn? BEYUS: Faroon, deliver the message to the Doctor. I believe that you will find him in the Centre of Leisure. (Faroon moves slowly off to the exit watched by Beyus.) 13. EXT. THE LAKERTYAN SURFACE. THE CENTRE OF LEISURE ENTRANCE (The Doctor and Ikona make there way over some stepping stones across a small stream that leads to the entrance to the Centre of Leisure. Other Lakertyan inhabitants make there way in and out of the Centre. They kiss a large rock by the entrance.) DOCTOR: No restrictions for movement. The Lakertyans can come and go freely. IKONA: Provided they obey the instructions of Beyus and don't try to get into the Laboratory. (Ikona enters, kissing the rock with his hand. The Doctor imitates him and then enters himself.) 14. INT. THE CENTRE OF LEISURE (The Centre of Leisure is a large, brightly lit room containing pools of water, comfortable seating areas and decorative ornaments. Music can be heard. In the centre hangs a large grotesque spinning globe. The Doctor and Ikona stand on a balcony overlooking those relaxing.) IKONA: The Centre of Leisure. The Centre of Indolence. DOCTOR: Not a favourite haunt of yours, I take it, Ikona. IKONA: No. I can't imagine why Beyus told you to come to this place. DOCTOR: He said I'd find the answer to his subservience here. IKONA: From these spineless pleasure seekers? DOCTOR: Why not? IKONA: It would require effort, that's why, Doctor. They've become spoon-fed drones. There's no reason for them to strive. An indulgent system provides all. Well, didn't Beyus give you any clue as to what to look for? (They make their way down some stairs on to the main area.) DOCTOR: He was too anxious for explanations. But whatever the thr*at, it must be considerable. D'you see anything that's different? New? IKONA: Only that. Another pointless embellishment. (He gestures spinning the globe.) DOCTOR: I wonder. Couldn't we ask someone? IKONA: We'll be interrupting their pleasure. (They move over to a conversing Lakertyan couple reclining in an alcove.) IKONA: Could you tell me what that globe's for? (They blank him.) IKONA: I did warn you. DOCTOR: There's none so deaf as those that clutch at straws. IKONA: If you say so. Lanisha! (Ikona sees his brother other the over side of the chamber. The Doctor and Ikona go over to greet him. Lanisha and Ikona press their palms against one another.) LANISHA: Ikona. IKONA: Lanisha. Can you tell me what that globe's for? LANISHA: We've been forbidden to have anything to do with you, Ikona. IKONA: You'd ignore your own brother. LANISHA: I obey the orders of Beyus. 15. INT. THE RANI'S CITADEL. THE LABORATORY (Beyus, the Rani and Urak encircle the control desk in the centre. Urak produces the circular silver petal-like remains of the Lakertyan fireworks used earlier by Ikona.) RANI: Do you recognise these? URAK: Answer the Mistress Rani! BEYUS: They're from the fireworks that we used to have at our carnival. RANI: These were fired at no carnival. These were used to enable the Doctor to escape. URAK: Causing the death of a Tetrap. BEYUS: None of my followers would be responsible. RANI: You're careful not deny it's the work of a Lakertyan. (She activates the monitor screen and it displays the spinning globe from the Centre of Leisure.) BEYUS: You will be punishing the innocent. RANI: Guilt by association. I warned you of the consequences of subversion. (She presses a button on the console and the globe stops spinning.) 16. INT. THE CENTRE OF LEISURE (Compartments in the globe open and the k*ller insects are released. The Lakertyans start to run for their lives, but not all are quick enough. A Lakertyan is struck down by a deadly bite.) LAKERTYAN: Look out, they k*ll! (The Doctor bends down over the Lakertyan corpse but Ikona grabs him to the arm and leads him quickly away to escape the insects.) IKONA: k*ller insects! Come on, Doctor. (The Doctor and Ikona escape up the stairs. More Lakertyans are struck down. Lanisha is another unfortunate victim. Ikona cradles his brother in his arms and tries to initiate a response but without success. The Doctor is by his side and Faroon enters amidst the chaos.) FAROON: Do you still insist that Beyus should not count the cost of resistance, Ikona. If every cell in the globe were opened, there wouldn't be a Lakertyan left alive. DOCTOR: Erm, k*ller insects. FAROON: Doctor, I have a message for you. 17. INT. THE RANI'S CITADEL. THE TETRAP EYRIE (The Tetraps hang like bats from the rocky ceiling but amidst their collection is Mel. She is still rigid from Urak's venomous tongue piercing.) 18. EXT. THE LAKERTYAN SURFACE (Urak appears and motions for "Mel" to move into the open. She does so but looks awkward. Across the valley are the Doctor and Ikona. "Mel" waves to them. The Doctor gestures for Ikona to go and place the machine component in the middle of the valley.) DOCTOR: Let Mel come towards me. I've kept my side of the bargain. You've got what you want. (Ikona leaves the component on a rocky bolder and moves away. Urak gestures for "Mel" to go towards the Doctor and Ikona.) URAK: So stupid. You are not a worthy opponent for the Rani. (Urak leaves the situation with the component in his grasp.) DOCTOR: What's he crowing on about, Mel? ("Mel" returns to the Doctor with Ikona. His arms are outstretched, ready to welcome her. She carries on walking and walks through him before vanishing. It wasn't the real Mel at all.) DOCTOR: A hologram! As substantial as the Rani's scruples. (The Doctor throws his hat to the ground in frustration, then picks it up and storms off followed by a confused Ikona.) 19. INT. THE RANI'S CITADEL. THE TETRAP EYRIE (Urak releases the real Mel (still locked rigid) from her hanging position in the eyrie and carries her out.) 20. INT. THE RANI'S CITADEL. THE ARCADE (The Rani is standing by Einstein's Cabinet with Beyus.) RANI: As soon as the machine is operational, increase the brain stimulation. BEYUS: But that would take it above the danger level. RANI: I'm in danger of missing the solstice, which is far more important. BEYUS: The computer control needs constant monitoring. I can't manage alone. RANI: So I've anticipated and I've got just the expert for you. (Urak carries Mel over to join them. The Rani produces as capsule and breaks it under Mel's nose. A dust is produced and Mel is freed from the effects of the venom. She coughs and splutters in response.) RANI: Beyus. She's your responsibility. BEYUS: Mine? But I can't govern her. She's not a Lakertyan. RANI: Just make certain she understands the penalty for non-cooperation. (The Rani and Urak leave Beyus and Mel in the Arcade.) 21. EXT. THE LAKERTYAN LANDSCAPE (The Doctor and Ikona are making their way at speed towards the Rani's base.) IKONA: Doctor, in my opinion, returning to the laboratory is a pointless exercise. I've a feeling Mel's beyond all help. DOCTOR: Oh the Rani would never go to those extremes. She never does anything without reason. IKONA: Then why the hologram? Why didn't she just release Mel? DOCTOR: A bird in the hand keeps the Doctor away. IKONA: You're probably right. DOCTOR: On this occasion it'll have the opposite affect. (They move off.) 22. INT. THE RANI'S CITADEL. THE LABORATORY (The Rani and Urak are in the lab. She replaces the micro-thermister in the machine, reactivating it. The lighting dims and starts to flash in time to the humming and pulsing of the machines. She returns to the desk and operates the monitor to watch the asteroid and check the readings.) RANI: The increase in brain activity is not enough. I'm going to miss the Solstice. URAK: Perhaps the stimulation of a greater genius. A brilliance that surpasses all others, Mistress. RANI: Do I gather you're suggesting that I climb into one of those cabinets? URAK: Your capable presence is wasted in here and I could operate the machine. RANI: Yes, I'm sure you could. (The Rani turns off the monitor.) RANI: Urak! Come with me. (The Rani leads Urak from the lab out to the arcade.) 23. INT. THE RANI'S CITADEL. THE ARCADE (Beyus and Mel are checking the readouts. The Rani enters with Urak.) RANI: Prepare the Doctor's cabinet for occupation. (Beyus moves off to do so.) MEL: Well that'll be a waste of effort. You've got to find him first and then catch him. RANI: I need neither find nor catch him. The bumbling fool's readymade as a sacrificial lamb. MEL: He's shrewder than you think. Underestimating the Doctor is a common fault. RANI: Really. MEL: He's got qualities you'll never have. RANI: Such as? MEL: Something I'd call humanity. RANI: You're as sentimental as he is. Get on with your work. (The Rani storms away, bored with the conversation. Mel is angered by her response but Beyus prevents her from following the Rani.) BEYUS: Don't antagonise her. She has only to press a button for every Lakertyan to be exterminated. MEL: I could nominate a few candidates for extermination myself. 24. EXT. THE LAKERTYAN SURFACE. THE RANI'S CITADEL ENTRANCE (The Doctor and Ikona observe the exterior of the Citadel from a concealed position. The Doctor looks at the rocket launcher built into the roof.) DOCTOR: A space rocket launcher sure enough. But have you noticed it's got a fixed trajectory. IKONA: No doubt it'll still play havoc with our planet. DOCTOR: Maybe it's a side effect, Ikona, but not the intention. I'd say the target is the asteroid of strange matter, which means the launcher is locked into a precise time. IKONA: Could it be the Solstice that's due. DOCTOR: Assuming it is, the Rani's overriding priority will be to meet that countdown. No more setbacks or delays. I've got to get back to the laboratory. That sealed chamber. I've got to get in there. Out of the frying pan into the mire. Right, Ikona, start the diversionary tactics. IKONA: Have a care, Doctor. This bluff worked once. The Tetraps might not fall for it again. (Ikona runs off and is spotted by a Tetrap who makes off in pursuit. Seizing his opportunity, the Doctor makes his way for the abandoned entrance. No sooner has he reached it than Urak and another Tetrap suddenly appear, trapping him.) URAK: We have been expecting you, Doctor. (Urak's tongue appears ready to pierce the Doctor's neck with venom.) 25. INT. THE RANI'S CITADEL. THE ARCADE (Beyus and Mel stand over the Doctor's readied cabinet bed.) MEL: We must be able to do something? Can't we make it blow a fuse? BEYUS: What good would that do? At least he'll be kept alive in here. MEL: Don't try to reason me into compliance, Beyus. You're wasting your breath. Doctor! (Urak and the other Tetrap carry the rigid form of the Doctor and drop him on to the cabinet bed.) URAK: You, Lakertyan. Connect this specimen to the main input. MEL: No, leave him alone. I won't let you do... BEYUS: You have no choice. (Urak moves off to the Lab, leaving Beyus and Mel with the prone Doctor.) BEYUS: Now listen to me. They are completely without conscience. They will not hesitate to k*ll. 26. INT. THE RANI'S CITADEL. THE LABORATORY (The Rani stands overlooking her equipment. Urak addresses her.) URAK: All went as you planned, Mistress. RANI: Good. 27. INT. THE RANI'S CITADEL. THE ARCADE / THE LAB / THE BRAIN CHAMBER (The Doctor's bed recedes into the cabinet and the door closes, sealing him inside still unconscious.) BEYUS: Set the temperature gage, Mel. MEL: I'm setting nothing. BEYUS: Stubbornness will not help the Doctor. MEL: And putting him in here will?! That's some twisted philosophy if you like. (The Rani enters the Arcade.) RANI: How far have you got? BEYUS: I need to realign the final calibrations before he can be connected to main input. RANI: Make certain that the levels are kept s*ab. MEL: If you're hoping for any positive results, you're going to be disappointed. The Doctor won't collaborate. RANI: I'm sure, were he able, he'd express his appreciation of such unstinting confidence. (To Beyus) As soon as the activity indicator reaches 8.15, increase the stimulation. (She leaves them, and Beyus walks off to continue his work. The Rani goes to the sealed door and opens it via the wall control. Urak follows her and they ascend the stairs to enter the room.) (Back in the Arcade - Mel waits for Beyus' attention to be diverted and moves out of the arcade into the lab.) (In the Lab - Mel looks around her and notices the door to the sealed room is open. She mounts the stairs and ascends to see inside.) (In the Brain Chamber - Mel enters and sees a large pulsating brain before her.) BRAIN VOICE: To reproduce the Leptonic Era temperature of 10 to the power of 12K, it will be essential to create a cataclysmic expl*si*n, the equivalent of a supernova. (The Rani reappears and grabs hold of Mel.) RANI: Is this what you're looking for? BRAIN VOICE: Our time dilation is not in question. Our understanding of time is still at a primitive stage. RANI: It won't be once the Doctor has added his contribution. (The Rani drags Mel back down the steps with Urak following, into the Lab.) (Back in the Arcade - Beyus is waiting as the other three return.) RANI: Beyus? BEYUS: Yes? RANI: Is the Doctor connected to the main input. BEYUS: Everything is ready. RANI: Then switch on! MEL: No, Beyus! For once don't do as she says. (Mel is restrained by Urak whilst Beyus activates the Doctor's cabinet. It throbs into life.) RANI: The Doctor's wellbeing is in your hands now. Remember that. (The Brain Chamber - The Rani returns to the Brain Chamber to observe the brain function. She smiles with satisfaction.) BRAIN VOICE: The barrier to understanding time is empirical thinking. I suggest a lateral approach. (Back in the Arcade - Mel is held tightly by Urak. She screams as she witnesses the Doctor's brain draining away into the headset and into the Rani's Large Brain...)
{"type": "series", "show": "Doctor Who", "episode": "24x03 - Time and the Rani - part 3"}
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PART FOUR Written by Pip and Jane Baker Original air date: 28 September, 1987 Run time: 24:38 1. INT. THE RANI'S CITADEL. THE ARCADE (The Doctor's bed recedes into Cabinet - he is unconscious and connected to the machinery via a headset. Beyus is waiting as the Rani, Mel and Urak enter. The Rani holds Mel restrained.) RANI: Is the Doctor connected to the main input. BEYUS: Everything is ready. RANI: Then switch on! MEL: No, Beyus! For once don't do as she says. (Mel is passed from the Rani to Urak who clamps a claw over her mouth. Beyus activates the Doctor's cabinet. It throbs in to life.) RANI: The Doctor's wellbeing is in your hands now. Remember that. INT. THE RANI'S CITADEL. THE BRAIN CHAMBER (The Rani returns to the Brain Chamber to observe the brain function. She smiles with satisfaction.) BRAIN VOICE: The barrier to understanding time is empirical thinking. I suggest a lateral approach. INT. THE RANI'S CITADEL. THE ARCADE (Mel is held tightly by Urak. She screams as she witnesses the Doctor's brain draining away into the headset and into the Rani's Large Brain.) URAK: You Lakertyan, you will be responsible for this creature's behaviour. (Urak releases Mel and pushes her aggressively against the Doctor's Cabinet.) 2. INT. THE RANI'S CITADEL. THE LABORATORY (The Rani returns to the control desk to monitor the asteroids progress. Urak enters and joins her.) URAK: Time is getting short if we are to be ready for the Solstice, Mistress. RANI: I'm aware of that. (The screen displays a variety of alien symbols which inform her about the situation.) 3. EXT. THE LAKERTYAN SURFACE (A Tetrap guard patrols the grounds. He walks away and as he does so Ikona appears from a hiding place in the rock face.) 4. INT. THE RANI'S CITADEL. THE LABORATORY (The Rani and Urak are still at the control desk. The Rani turns off the monitor. She looks thoughtful.) URAK: The Doctor must have had assistance from the Lakertyan rebel. Shall I release the insects and k*ll all the Lakertyans. RANI: Too drastic. URAK: It is unrealistic of the Mistress to be sentimental. RANI: Sentiment has nothing to do with it. Wasting a resource does. Until this experiment is successfully concluded I can't be certain that I won't need them as a labour force. (The Rani goes over to a wall unit and removes a case. She returns to Urak and hands it over to him.) RANI: Selective retribution will bring any dissidents to heel. (Urak leaves with the case.) 5. EXT. THE LAKERTYAN SURFACE (Ikona prowls around the Citadel grounds.) 6. INT. THE RANI'S CITADEL. THE TETRAP EYRIE (Urak still carrying the case descends into the Eyrie and calls out in the Tetrap dialect for his Tetrap brothers to follow him. The Tetraps form en masse, detaching themselves from their hanging position on the roof and make for the exit.) INT. THE RANI'S CITADEL. THE ARCADE (The Tetraps make their way past an intrigued and fearful Beyus and Mel. Once they are gone, their attention returns to the Doctor.) 7. EXT. THE LAKERTYAN SURFACE. THE RANI'S CITADEL ENTRANCE (Urak and the other Tetraps exit in a line from the Rani's base. When the last Tetrap has passed, Ikona comes out from his hiding place by the entrance and watches them move away. He decides to follow them discreetly.) 8. EXT. THE RANI'S CITADEL. THE ARCADE (Mel and Beyus watch over the Doctor's Cabinet.) MEL: She might think she's harnessed the brain of a Timelord but she's reckoned without one thing. BEYUS: And what's that? MEL: The Doctor's character. (Beyus leaves her, unconvinced by the argument. Mel looked saddened by his dismissal. Inside the Doctor's cabinet, Mel can see his mouth moving very fast - this is a sign of activity.) 9. INT. THE RANI'S CITADEL. THE LABORATORY (The Rani is standing over the monitor screen watching the asteroid and reading the computations. She turns off the monitor, ascends the stairs at the rear.) INT. THE RANI'S CITADEL. THE BRAIN CHAMBER (She moves into the Brain Chamber. On entering it she hears the brain voice talking.) BRAIN VOICE: I still assert that electron-positron pairs can be prevented from recombining into photons. DOCTOR: Really! This is not the place for double entendres. FEMALE VOICE: You are all contributing gibberish. MALE VOICE: My theory will provide the formula. DOCTOR: A fool and his formula are soon parted. MALE VOICE: Outrageous polemics. DOCTOR: Gentlemen, such hostility. Remember. Blessed are the pie makers for they shall make light pastry. BRAIN VOICE: It is a fundamental postulate that all motion is relative. DOCTOR: You wouldn't say that if you met my uncle. MALE VOICE: Dismissing our position as decadent heresy is the refuge of the reactionary. DOCTOR: Ah well, every dogma has its day. RANI: I'll k*ll him. (Unable to take any more of the rambling voices, the Rani storms from the brain chamber.) INT. THE RANI'S CITADEL. THE LABORATORY (The Rani runs through in her way to the arcade as the voices chatter on.) FEMALE VOICE: It is stated in the special theory and has been demonstrated that an increase in velocity will increase matter. RANI: I'll k*ll him. DOCTOR: Exactly. The faster a fat man runs, the fatter he will get. INT. THE RANI'S CITADEL. THE ARCADE (The Rani enters the Arcade of Cabinets and confronts Mel. As she does so the voices continue to ramble into chaos.) RANI: Quickly, disconnect the Doctor. The fool has induced multiple schizophrenia. MEL: Congratulations. You brought us here. RANI: And I shall dispose of you. This will rid me of the pair of you. (She moves away from Mel, foolishly with her back to Mel. She tries to remove some capsules from her elaborate wristband. Mel opens the Doctor's cabinet and he jumps out. He makes a grab for the Rani.) DOCTOR: Quickly, Mel. Don't just stand there, help me! RANI: Let go of me, you interfering maniac. (The Doctor and Mel shove the Rani into the Doctor's Cabinet and shut the door, ignoring her protests.) MEL: Give her a taste of her own medicine; shall I switch on? DOCTOR: No, Mel. Two wrongs don't make a left turn. Right. (The Doctor runs off followed by Mel leaving the Rani locked up and banging against the inside of the cabinet.) RANI: Let me out! Let me out. Do you hear me!?! 10. INT. THE RANI'S CITADEL. THE BRAIN CHAMBER (The Doctor and Mel enter the chamber; He is seeing the brain for the first time.) MEL: Doctor, before this regeneration you were on keen on cats and you know what curiosity did to them. DOCTOR: Leave the quotes to the expert, Mel. (He moves along a metal gantry to see the underside of the rocket launcher. Mel follows.) DOCTOR: The rocket! It's a fixed trajectory. MEL: It isn't all that'll be fixed if we don't get out of here. (The Doctor starts to make his way back to the side of the Brain, again Mel follows.) DOCTOR: So the target is the asteroid which at any moment now will reach the solstice and I'm sure that's the deadline. He who dares spins. (The Doctor recklessly activates a spherical control under a monitor screen situated off the circular gantry around the Brain. The screen comes to life and shows a large expl*si*n in space.) DOCTOR: Whoops. A supernova. 11. INT. THE CENTRE OF LEISURE (The Tetrap group sent from the Rani enter the building surprising the Lakertyans present. Urak stands on the balcony overseeing his fellow Tetraps below.) URAK: Put those on the legs of all the Lakertyans. Disobey and I will release the k*ller insects from the globe. (Ikona, who has followed the Tetraps, watches from a secret place. He watches his fellow Lakertyans take the ankle bracelets from the Tetraps holding the cases and pass them out amongst themselves. Faroon is present.) FAROON: Why are you doing this? We've cooperated. URAK: Silence Lakertyan! There have been too many unfriendly acts. FAROON: Not by us. This is unjust. At least tell us what they're for. URAK: (Laughs) I will demonstrate with the greatest of pleasure. You! (Urak points to a young female Lakertyan who moves forward hesitantly. Urak presses a button on his wristband and the ankle bracelet that the Lakertyan wears explodes. She screams and falls to the ground. Her corpse sheds itself of its skin leaving only a Lakertyan skeleton. The Lakertyans look on in horror as Urak laughs. Faroon and the secretly watching Ikona are disgusted.) 12. THE RANI'S CITADEL. THE ARCADE (The Rani makes a few last pitiful knocks on the transparent door of the cabinet before giving up. She sighs. Then she sees Beyus walk mournfully past.) RANI: Beyus? Beyus is that you? Let me out. (Beyus sees her then continues to walk past defiantly. The Rani watches him.) RANI: Do you hear me. Open this door. Beyus, if you place any value on your peoples lives, you will release me. (Beyus turns around to look at her knowing he must give in.) 13. INT. THE CENTRE OF LEISURE (The Tetraps leave the building after Urak calls for them to do so. When they have gone, Ikona comes out from his hiding place and moves over to join Faroon by the recently deceased Lakertyan. She looks at him sadly.) IKONA: I'll try and talk with the Doctor. We need his help. 14. INT. THE RANI'S CITADEL. THE BRAIN CHAMBER (The Doctor and Mel watch the last few seconds of the supernova on the screen.) DOCTOR: D'you realise how close the Rani must have taken her TARDIS in order to record that. MEL: All I realise is that we've seen what she intends to happen to Lakertya. Can she do it? (The Doctor starts to pace around the gantry.) DOCTOR: Not by my reckoning. The only known detonator for exploding strange matter asteroid is strange matter itself. MEL: You said that strange matter was incredibly heavy. DOCTOR: A lump the size of this brain would weigh as much as an entire planet. MEL: Well could she be using the brain to come up with a formula for... DOCTOR: ...for a lightweight substitute. Could be. Could be. MEL: Well then, haven't we come up with the answer. DOCTOR: No, not completely. What I can't fathom is why the Rani took such an incredible risk to record a supernova. MEL: To discover how to reconstruct the same event. DOCTOR: No, more than that. She wouldn't be simply interested in a display of pyrotechnics, too negative. No there's a deeper motive and the answer is in here. (He beats his forehead in frustration.) MEL: Well Calm down. Let's apply a bit of logic shall we. What is it that you can contribute that those other geniuses can't? DOCTOR: A knowledge of time. Oh a great discovery. I worked that out ages ago. (They are interrupted by the Rani who enters the chamber obviously having been freed by Beyus.) RANI: So now you know. DOCTOR: Not the complete story. The last chapter's missing. (They all stand watching the Brain.) DOCTOR: (Referring to the brain) Keeping quiet isn't it. RANI: Perhaps, unlike you it only speaks when it has something intelligent to say. DOCTOR: Possibly. On the other hand it's probably wondering why you want helium 2. That's why you want to explode strange matter isn't it! To reproduce Helium 2. RANI: The last chapter, Doctor. The denouement. (She pushes past him and moves to the display screen on the wall. She activates the control and the screen shows the planet Lakertya hanging in space.) RANI: In the aftermath of the expl*si*n, helium 2 will fuse with the upper zones of the Lakertyan atmosphere to form a shell of chronons. I don't need to tell you what chronons are, do I, Doctor? DOCTOR: Indeed you don't. (To Mel) Discrete particles of time. RANI: In the same millisecond that chronon shell is being formed, the hothouse effect of the gamma rays will cause the primate functions of the brain to go into chain reaction, multiplying until the gap between shell and planet is filled. DOCTOR: A time manipulator!?! You're going to change this planet into a time manipulator!?! RANI: A cerebral mass capable of dominating and controlling time anywhere in the cosmos. DOCTOR: I don't believe it. A time manip... This monstrosity will give you the ability to change the order of creation. RANI: Creation's chaotic. I shall introduce order. Wherever evolution has taken the wrong route, I shall redirect it. That planet you're so obsessed with, Earth, I shall return to the cretaceous age. MEL: The cretaceous age? RANI: The potential of the dinosaurs was never fully realised. DOCTOR: That means Shakespeare, Michael Angelo, Louis Pasteur, Elvis, even Mrs. Malaprop will never have existed. INT. THE RANI'S CITADEL. THE LABORATORY (Urak has returned from the Centre of Leisure. He places his net w*apon on to the central control desk. All the time he can hear what is being said up in the Brain Chamber.) RANI: Your concern for these minions is pathetic. They're an inferior species. DOCTOR: Thrust into the oblivion. RANI: Why not? DOCTOR: The same with Lakertya. All life on this planet will become extinct. RANI: An unfortunate side effect. DOCTOR: All living creatures left behind will be exterminated. RANI: Of which you, Doctor, will be one. DOCTOR: While you float off safely in your TARDIS. INT. THE RANI'S CITADEL. THE BRAIN CHAMBER RANI: Oh I shall be back once the turbulence has subsided. DOCTOR: Before I thought you were a psychopath without m*rder intent. I withdraw the qualification. (There discussion is interrupted by the computing voice of the brain.) BRAIN VOICE: Eighty-seven K to the power of nineteen E correlated with fifty-two to the power of six point four equals twenty-nine V... DOCTOR: Thirty-nine. (Realising his stupidity in giving away the answer, the Doctor chews his hand.) BRAIN VOICE: Correction is noted. Thirty-nine V plus W... Eureka!! Objective achieved! Loyhargil! (Whilst the Rani is distracted, the Doctor and Mel back away to the door.) RANI: I knew it! I knew they could do it! (The display screen triumphantly displays "Loyhargil".) INT. THE RANI'S CITADEL. THE LABORATORY (The Doctor closes the Brain chamber door, shutting the Rani inside. He and Mel move away from it when Mel suddenly notices Urak come out from the shadows.) MEL: Doctor! (She trips up as she backs away. The Doctor picks up his umbrella and points it at Urak menacingly.) DOCTOR: Stay back! (Mel, being of more use, picks up Urak's g*n from the control desk and aims it at Urak, promptly f*ring. The net falls on Urak and he falls to the ground, stunned into unconsciousness. The Doctor looks at his umbrella, bizarrely assuming that he had stunned Urak.) DOCTOR: As you snore so shall you sleep. MEL: Doctor! (Mel runs out into the arcade. The Doctor picks up his scarf from the control desk, stalling.) DOCTOR: Waste net, want net. MEL: Come on! (The Doctor runs from laboratory almost colliding with Beyus. With Mel and the Doctor gone, Beyus walks into the laboratory to see what has happened and goes over to Urak, lifting the net from him.) 15. EXT. THE LAKERTYAN SURFACE. THE RANI'S CITADEL ENTRANCE (The Doctor and Mel hastily exit the Citadel and run into Ikona.) MEL: About turn, Ikona. IKONA: Doctor, I've got to talk to you. DOCTOR: And so you shall. You have a big part to play, Ikona. You must stir up the Lakertyans into fighting back. Come, quickly. (They race off toward the Centre of Leisure.) 16. INT. THE RANI'S CITADEL. THE LABORATORY (Beyus helps the recovering Urak up off the floor. Urak pushes him aside rejecting his help. He opens the door and mounts the stairs to the brain chamber. Beyus walks away.) INT. THE RANI'S CITADEL. THE BRAIN CHAMBER (Urak joins the Rani who stands triumphantly over her Brain creation.) DOCTOR: The Doctor must be apprehended, Mistress. RANI: He is irrelevant. I have the Loyhargil. Nothing can stop me now. (She moves away from Urak along the gantry to see the Loyhargil being produced from beneath the brain. A pinkish coloured liquid oozes out into a container.) 17. INT. THE CENTRE OF LEISURE (The Doctor and Mel, lead by Ikona, enter the main chamber of the Centre of Leisure. A large group of Lakertyans are all gathered around, all wearing the ankle bands.) IKONA: Unless you can tell them how to removes these bangles, they can't help. DOCTOR: Erm? (The Doctor leans down next to Faroon to examine her ankle band. Mel and Ikona also surround her.) DOCTOR: You've got to give the Rani full marks for ingenuity. IKONA: Perhaps if we're careful we can cut them. MEL: Oh that's a daft idea. They're bound to be booby trapped. DOCTOR: Less of the pessimism, Mel. Not all the cards are in the Rani's flavour. (The Doctor takes out a small penknife and tentatively picks off a metal cap on the ankle band and thus displaying the circuit inside. He replaces the Kn*fe into pocket.) DOCTOR: Now if we were to run a wire from here round to here, then the circuit wouldn't be broken when the bangle from open. Mel. You're the computer expert. How about it? MEL: Where am I going to find the right sort of wire? (The Doctor starts to rummage in his pockets but Ikona goes over to a fibre optics ornament and pulls a wire from it. He takes it back to the group around Faroon.) IKONA: Where there's a will, there's a... DOCTOR: Beneficiary. Good thinking, Ikona. (Mel takes the wire and inserts one end on the opening clip and runs the wire around the back to the circuit. They all look very anxious, especially Faroon. Mel opens the bangle and everyone breaths a sign of relief as the idea proves a success. The Doctor stands up.) DOCTOR: Well done, Mel. Ikona, I'm relying on you to help the Lakertyans help themselves for once. Remove the bangles. IKONA: Right. (The Doctor puts Faroon's bangle inside his umbrella and hands that over to Ikona who leaves with Mel for assistance. Faroon grabs the Doctor's arm to speak with him.) FAROON: Doctor, haven't you overlooked something. If the Rani releases the insects, we'll all be d*ad. DOCTOR: She's not the only one with a sting in her tail. FAROON: Sting? DOCTOR: Sting! A double bluff. A speciality of mine. (The Doctor leads Faroon away as they prepare to leave for the Rani's Citadel. Mel and Ikona remove the bangles from the ankles of the remaining Lakertyans.) 18. INT. THE RANI'S CITADEL. THE BRAIN CHAMBER (The Loyhargil is carried along a small conveyor belt in a black vessel and rises up into the bowels of the rocket. The Rani and Urak watch its delivery.) RANI: You will stay on guard until after lift off. URAK: After lift off!?! RANI: You said yourself that the Doctor could still cause trouble. Remain here and see that he doesn't. (The Rani activates the computer countdown to life off starting at 149 and then starts to leave.) URAK: And where is the Mistress going? RANI: To my TARDIS. I want to monitor the experiment from there. URAK: I would prefer to go with you. RANI: No doubt. But you can't! (The Rani leaves the Brain chamber and marches arrogantly to her TARDIS. Urak watches her leave and then he himself goes out of sight.) 19. INT. THE RANI'S CITADEL. THE ARCADE (Beyus is alone in the arcade monitoring the geniuses. Faroon enters the arcade beckoning the others that it is safe to enter. She is followed in by the Doctor, Mel and Ikona.) FAROON: Doctor! BEYUS: Faroon, you were warned not to listen to him. DOCTOR: When that voice reaches zero there'll be nobody left on Lakertya to listen to me or anyone else. FAROON: He's speaking the truth, Beyus. BEYUS: What is it you want me to do? DOCTOR: First see if there's anyone in there (pointing the Lab.). (Beyus goes into the Laboratory. The Doctor moves down the arcade passing Mel on the way. Faroon follows Beyus into the Laboratory.) DOCTOR: Mel, all hands on stumps. MEL: Pumps! (The Doctor opens Louis Pasteur's cabinet. Pasteur starts to come around to his senses. Ikona joins the Doctor.) DOCTOR: Ikona, take good card of him. IKONA: He's someone important? DOCTOR: They all are. Louis Pasteur, he will rid his world of a major scourge. He will save the lives of tens of millions. (The Doctor goes to join Mel as she open Einstein's cabinet and he starts to exit somewhat bewildered. Faroon comes from the laboratory.) FAROON: Doctor! Come through! (The Doctor follows her but then runs back into the arcade and hands the TARDIS key over to Mel.) DOCTOR: Whoops. Ooh. Take them back to the TARDIS. IKONA: Doctor! (Ikona gives the Doctor his umbrella that contains all the bangles.) DOCTOR: Thank you, Ikona. (Ikona goes to realise more geniuses as Mel ponders what to say to Einstein. The Doctor runs off to the brain chamber.) INT. THE RANI'S CITADEL. THE BRAIN CHAMBER (The Doctor and Faroon run into the chamber greeting Beyus. Beyus holds the Doctor's umbrella as the Doctor passes the bangles to Faroon. Both he and Faroon carefully place the bangles around the perimeter of the Brain. The Doctor goes over to the controls and starts to tamper with the circuits. Mel races into the chamber. All the time the computer voice is counting down ever closer to zero.) MEL: Doctor, we haven't a second to spare. BEYUS: Mel's right, Doctor. I can finish here. You're the only one who can tackle the Rani. DOCTOR: Don't leave it too late, Beyus. BEYUS: I know what I have to do. MEL: Doctor, come on. (Mel leaves the chamber. Faroon hesitates.) BEYUS: Go with them, Faroon. FAROON: But can I wait with you, Beyus? BEYUS: You've rarely questioned my actions before this is the not the time to begin. (The Doctor guides Faroon out of the chamber and into the lab leaving Beyus.) INT. THE RANI'S CITADEL. THE LABORATORY (The Doctor and Faroon run down the stairs from the Brain Chamber. The Doctor beckons the waiting Mel to go with Faroon. He opens a cupboard in the central control desk and removes a glass container before running out himself.) 20. EXT. THE RANI'S CITADEL. THE ENTRANCE (Ikona, Faroon, Mel and the geniuses race from the Citadel in the direction of the TARDIS. The Doctor also exits but heads off to the Rani's TARDIS.) 21. INT. THE RANI'S CITADEL. THE BRAIN CHAMBER (Beyus walks up into the chamber closing the door to the laboratory behind him. He moves around the brain examining all the leg bands that were positioned around it. The computer voice countdowns from 20...) 22. EXT. THE LAKERTYAN SURFACE. THE RANI'S TARDIS EXTERIOR (The Rani walks to her TARDIS with a triumphant grin on her face. She is halted in her tracks as her wristband registers than the countdown clock has stalled.) 23. INT. THE RANI'S CITADEL. THE BRAIN CHAMBER (Beyus stands impassively watching the brain as the computer voice reads out the stalled countdown - "4.4.4.4.4".) 24. EXT. THE LAKERTYAN SURFACE. THE RANI'S TARDIS EXTERIOR (The Doctor stands impressively on a boulder looking down on the Rani outside her TARDIS.) DOCTOR: Rani! It's over! You're beaten! I've aborted the launch and the Lakertyans are preparing to att*ck. RANI: You imbecile. You've signed their death warrants. (She activates a control on her wristband.) 25. INT. THE RANI'S CITADEL. THE BRAIN CHAMBER (All the leg bands around the brain explode. Caught in the blasts is Beyus who falls on to the metal gantry...d*ad. The computer continues to stall at 4 until the expl*si*n trigger the countdown, finally launching the rocket.) 26. EXT. THE RANI'S CITADEL. THE ROCKET LAUNCHER (The rocket blasters f*re and it ascends up the ramp into the Lakertyan sky.) 27. EXT. THE LAKERTYAN SURFACE. THE TARDIS EXTERIOR (Mel, Ikona, Faroon and some other Lakertyans are gathered outside the TARDIS. They watch with concern as the rocket ascends.) 28. EXT. THE LAKERTYAN SURFACE. THE RANI'S TARDIS EXTERIOR (The Rani reacts with satisfaction as the rocket ascends when suddenly both she and the Doctor are startled by the Rani's citadel exploding. The Doctor starts to make his way down the rocks over to the Rani but she runs into her TARDIS and dematerialises. He watches and sighs then moves off to join the others.) 29. EXT. SPACE (The rocket heads towards the asteroid that spins in the distance.) 30. EXT. THE LAKERTYAN SURFACE. THE TARDIS EXTERIOR (The Doctor runs up to join those waiting outside the TARDIS. Mel, Ikona and Faroon are with the other Lakertyans.) DOCTOR: The delay in lift off means that the rocket will miss the asteroid. MEL: Are you certain? DOCTOR: Absolutely. A miss is as good as a smile. (He smiles and folds his arms behind his back... crossing his fingers.) 31. EXT. SPACE (The rocket passes under the base of the asteroid thus missing it and flying off into space...) 32. INT. THE TARDIS CONSOLE ROOM (The Doctor enters the TARDIS to find all the geniuses standing around the scanner screen watching the rocket move of into space. He turns the scanner off and goes over to the inner door. He opens it and gestures the geniuses through.) DOCTOR: This way Ladies, Gentlemen...others. I'll get you back to where you belong. Hopefully. (The Doctor notices that Einstein is pondering the console controls. He walks over to Einstein and guides him after the others.) DOCTOR: I'll explain how it works later. It's all relative. (He closes the inner door and stops thinking that he has forgotten something. He clicks his fingers.) DOCTOR: Mel. (The Doctor exits the TARDIS console room.) 33. EXT. THE LAKERTYAN SURFACE (The Doctor leaves the TARDIS and joins Faroon, Ikona, Mel and the other Lakertyans gathered outside of it.) DOCTOR: Goodbye, Faroon. When I think of Beyus I shall remember with admiration the sacrifice he made. FAROON: He must have been convinced that it was the only way to be certain of saving the rest of us. IKONA: He'll not be forgotten. FAROON: Nor will you, Doctor. MEL: Well, cheerio, Ikona. (Mel and Ikona press their palms against one another.) IKONA: I wish I were coming with you. MEL: No one will credit this, least of all you, but so do I. IKONA: I do have another regret. DOCTOR: What's that? IKONA: After all the suffering she's caused, the Rani has escaped to freedom in her TARDIS. (The Doctor looks up into the sky with a knowing look.) 34. INT. THE RANI'S TARDIS (The Rani is hanging by her arms from the ceiling of her TARDIS surrounded by a group of Tetraps hanging upside down as they did in the Eyrie. Urak is standing beneath her, gloating.) URAK: Mistress. You have taught us so much. When we return to Tetrapiriarbus, your incredible brain will show us how to overcome our needs. There will be plasma in abundance. (Urak starts to laugh causing the Rani's anger to grow. She lashes out by kicking him.) 35. EXT. LAKERTYAN SURFACE. THE TARDIS EXTERIOR (The Lakertyans and the Doctor and Mel are standing outside the TARDIS.) DOCTOR: Memory like a dromedary. An antidote against those k*ller insects in the globe. The Rani always takes out an insurance policy. (The Doctor passes the antidote bottle to Ikona. Ikona removes the lid and tips the contents out on to the ground before throwing away the bottle.) MEL: You're impossible! Why did you do that? IKONA: Tell her, Faroon. FAROON: Ikona believes that our people should meet their own challenges, if they are to survive. DOCTOR: Well, time and tide melts the snowman. MEL: Waits for no man. DOCTOR: Who's waiting? I'm ready. (The Doctor gestures Mel back to the TARDIS. She stops at the door and turns to address him.) MEL: You're certainly gonna take a bit of getting used to. DOCTOR: I'll grow on you, Mel. I'll grow on you. (Mel opens the door and enters, the Doctor turns and doffs his hat to the surrounding Lakertyans before entering and closing the door.)
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PART ONE Written by Stephen Wyatt Original air date: 05 October, 1987 Run time: 24:33 1. INT. STREET (Rubbish litters the street and graffiti covers the walls. The sound of the mocking chants of the Red Kangs can be heard. A lone Yellow Kang runs down the street and comes to a halt in a doorway. She crouches under the graffiti of Yellow Kang being menaced by a claw.) 2. INT. TARDIS. CONSOLE ROOM (The Doctor is leaning on the console. His hat is on the time column. Mel is standing by the scanner screen watching a video brochure.) MEL: Look, Doctor, look. There's the swimming pool, right at the very top of the building. Oh it's wonderful. I can't wait for a dip in that. Paradise Towers here we come. THE DOCTOR: That's the problem with young people today, no spirit of adventure. 3. INT. SQUARE (The Square is a full of rubbish. The sound of the Red Kang chanting echoes off the walls.) 4. INT. STREET (The Lone Yellow Kang remains crouched in a doorway. The voices of the Red Kang can be heard calling down the street.) f*re ESCAPE: It's no go. Leave her for another day. Cowardly cutlet. BIN LINER: Leave her for the cleaners. (They laugh mockingly and then disappear. There is silence briefly. The Yellow Kang relaxes, displaying a smile. The silence is interrupted by a whirring sound. The Yellow Kang looks up horrified as a shadow falls over her. She lets out a loud scream.) 5. INT. TARDIS CONSOLE ROOM (The Doctor moves around the console.) THE DOCTOR: I think that's enough of that, Mel. (The Doctor closes the scanner screen.) MEL: Why' It's great. THE DOCTOR: Well if you want to stay here watching a guide book when you could actually be enjoying the real thing, that's up to you. MEL: You mean we're nearly there' THE DOCTOR: Paradise Towers any second now. MEL: Fantastic. (Mel joins the Doctor at the console.) THE DOCTOR: You might want to lie by the pool doing nothing all day, I intend to explore. Paradise Towers is supposed to be a remarkable architectural achievement I'm told. Won all sorts of awards way back in the 23 century. Are you ready' MEL: Ready' I can't wait. 6. INT. SQUARE (The TARDIS materialises in the rubbish strewn square.) 7. INT. TARDIS. CONSOLE ROOM THE DOCTOR: Well, here we are. (The Doctor opens the doors and Mel exits the room. The Doctor reaches for his hat that sits on the console and gets his umbrella from the hat stand. He follows Mel out of the door.) 8. INT. SQUARE (Mel and the Doctor step from the TARDIS into the Square that is filled with various pieces of rubbish like cardboard boxes.) MEL: Oh no. (The Doctor kicks over a box to reveal a rat. Mel lets out a shocked gasp. The rat runs off into the shadows.) THE DOCTOR: Very intelligent little creatures. Oh, look at this. (He points to the Robotic Cleaner stencil on the wall) Oh, and this. MEL: It's just rubbish. THE DOCTOR: Nothing's just rubbish if you have an enquiring mind. (He doffs his hat to a bizarre metal shape) Hello. MEL: No, Doctor. THE DOCTOR: Well you never can tell. (He throws aside the rubbish he is holding and walks off to explore) MEL: You don't happen to know another planet with a swimming pool do you' THE DOCTOR: Oh why did I have to jettison the pool from the TARDIS' MEL: Well it was leaking. THE DOCTOR: There's a rather spectacular swimming pool on the planet Griophos, I understand. MEL: Oh, we could try there. THE DOCTOR: Just one snag. MEL: What's that' THE DOCTOR: It's for the exclusive use of the Golmaree's (sic). MEL: Who are they' THE DOCTOR: A rather nasty breed of flesh eating octopi. (Mel grimaces) Personally I'd rather stay here and explore. I wonder what happened. MEL: It's seen better days, that's what's happened. Still, now that we're here, I suppose I might as well see what the pool's like. THE DOCTOR: That's the spirit. This could be fascinating. Are you coming' MEL: Yes but just one thing, Doctor. If anything goes wrong and we get separated, we meet at the pool, alright' THE DOCTOR: Oh very well. But we've only just arrived, there's no need to start worry yet. (An arrow flies passed his cheek and embeds itself in the wall. The Doctor and Mel look in the direction from where it came.) 9. INT. STREET (A lone Young Caretaker makes his way down a street. It is gloomily lit from above and by up lighters attached to the walls. The walls are similar to everywhere else in the towers in that they are covered with Graffiti. The Caretaker is holding in his right hand a radio transmitter to his mouth and talking to the Chief Caretaker.) YOUNG CARETAKER: Caretaker number 345/12 subsection 3 reporting. I am proceeding along Potassium Street, corridor 5673, section 201, opposite door 782 on floor 35, north side, over. CHIEF CARETAKER: This is the Chief Caretaker speaking; we are receiving you, Caretaker number 345 /12 subsection 3. Make your report. YOUNG CARETAKER: Considerable evidence of multi-coloured wall-scrawl all along this part of street. Wall-Scrawlers obviously active here, over. CHIEF CARETAKER: Return noted. Proceed now to report on corridor 5673, section 301. YOUNG CARETAKER: Very good, Chief. (The Young Caretaker then continues along the corridor but stops when he notices something at his feet. He bends down and picks up the rags of a yellow piece of material previously worn by the Yellow Kang. He brings the radio transmitter back to his mouth to speak.) YOUNG CARETAKER: Caretaker number 345/12 subsection 3 reporting. Hi' Hi' CHIEF CARETAKER: This is the Chief Caretaker speaking; we are receiving you, Caretaker number 345 /12 subsection 3. You are to proceed to section 301, what's the matter' YOUNG CARETAKER: Hi. I'm scared, Chief. (Pausing, he looks around him anxiously.) 10. INT. SQUARE (Mel and the Doctor are standing in the square being held c*ptive by a g*ng of Red Kangs. They are all young girls, all dressed in scruffy red clothing and holding futuristic yet primitive w*apon designed to f*re arrows. They all have red hair dye in their hair.) THE DOCTOR: At least tell us who you are. f*re ESCAPE: We're the Kangs. Red Kangs are best. Who's best' RED KANGS: Red Kangs. Red Kangs. Red Kangs are best. BIN LINER: So who's best' THE DOCTOR: The Red Kangs I gather. There are other coloured Kangs' BIN LINER: Yeah, the Blue Kangs but they're... RED KANGS: ...Cowardly Cutlets. f*re ESCAPE: And the Yellows but they're only one now. THE DOCTOR: Why's that' BIN LINER: Just is. THE DOCTOR: Not got very enquiring minds have you. MEL: Quiet, Doctor. (The Red Kangs attention turns to Mel and so do their w*apon.) BIN LINER: Are you a Blue Kang' MEL: No, I'm Mel. I don't know what the Kangs are. f*re ESCAPE: We're the Kangs, Red Kangs. THE DOCTOR: Who are, of course, the best. (The Reds Kangs briefly talk amongst themselves conspiratorially.) THE DOCTOR: They seem to be some sort of g*ng, all girls by the looks of it. Maybe they'll ask you to join up. MEL: I hope not. BIN LINER: Bin liner. THE DOCTOR: Pardon' BIN LINER: Bin Liner. Mel (she pushes Mel slightly on the shoulder). Bin Liner. THE DOCTOR: Ah, now we're getting somewhere. I'm the Doctor. (He doffs his hat) f*re ESCAPE: f*re Escape. THE DOCTOR: How d'you do. (The Doctor moves towards f*re Escape with one hand out stretched whilst doffing his hand with the other but the Kangs response defensively misunderstanding what he intends. They point their bow and arrows at him.) THE DOCTOR: I was only trying to be friendly. BIN LINER: Friendly' THE DOCTOR: Say hello' Hello' Hello' f*re ESCAPE: (speaking to Bin Liner) Ah, he wants to how you do. Do we' (She lowers her w*apon and moves forward. She brings her forearm aggressively up then opens her hand and lowers it slowly. She then repeats the action with her other forearm. She claps her hands together and then points her palms facing the Doctor who touches his palms to hers. They then lower them together. She steps back and with the other Kangs, takes a bow. Mel gestures the Doctor to copy them and he does so as best he can but he steps back and rolls his hat down his arm and tosses it back up onto his head. The Kangs response with another bow.) THE DOCTOR: You don't have to do that. (He looks slightly embarrassed and then gestures to Mel) What about Mel then' (All the Red Kangs turn away with their arms folded as a sign of rejection.) THE DOCTOR: What's the matter' f*re ESCAPE: You we like, Doctor. What you wear is high fabshion and ice hot for an old one. THE DOCTOR: Oh thank you very much. But clothes don't maketh the man you know. BIN LINER: No but Kangs all have colours. Blue, Yellow, Red. What is Mel's colour' MEL: Oh I don't have a colour. And I don't want to be a Kang. (The Doctor despairs at Mel's response by holding his face in his hand.) f*re ESCAPE: We don't want you to be a Kang, not a Red Kang. 11. INT. STREET (The Young Caretaker continues on his journey through the corridors. As before he holds the radio transmitter to his mouth.) YOUNG CARETAKERS: Caretaker number 345/12 subsection 3 here. I am proceeding along corridor 5673 towards section 301 on floor 34 north side. Chief' CHIEF CARETAKER: What is it now' YOUNG CARETAKERS: Do I have to' CHIEF CARETAKER: Orders are orders, number one rule of the Caretakers, Caretaker number 345/12 subsection 3. YOUNG CARETAKERS: But Chief listen, something's going wrong. I know it's going wrong. (As he walks past, a Blue Kang appears from her hiding place in a side corridor. She moves forward and peers around the corner to see him move away down the corridor. His voice becomes fainter as he moves away.) YOUNG CARETAKERS: After finishing this street ('), can't I just... CHIEF CARETAKER: No, Caretaker number 345/12 subsection 3, you can't. YOUNG CARETAKERS: But Chief'! CHIEF CARETAKER: Orders are orders, number one rule of the Caretakers, Caretaker number 345/12 subsection 3. (Once he has gone, the Blue Kang leader – known as Drinking Fountain – picks up the phone attached to the way beside her.) DRINKING FOUNTAIN: Yellow Kang the last believed unalive. Reason not known. (She replaces the phone to its position on the wall and moves off in the direction the Young Caretaker had just come from.) 12. INT. STREET (In another street a white robot makes it way along. There is a faint whirring sound. It has an arm on either side of its body. One is a mechanical saw and the other is a screw-like device. It is pulling a cart behind it. From the cart, protrudes the leg of the last Yellow Kang.) 13. INT. SQUARE (One set of Red Kangs watch over Mel, whilst another set featuring Bin Liner and f*re Escape dance around chanting, taking the Doctor with them.) RED KANGS: Red Kangs, Red Kangs, Red Kangs are best. Red Kangs, Red Kangs, Red Kangs are best. Red Kangs, Red Kangs, Red Kangs are best. THE DOCTOR: Red Kangs are best. Yes, well now that we've been introduced, I think that some explanations are in order. We're visitors to Paradise Towers, only just arrived, so you can't really expect Mel to understand what you're talking. BIN LINER: No visitors. THE DOCTOR: Pardon' BIN LINER: No visitors, no ball games, no fly posts, no visitors. THE DOCTOR: You mean visitors aren't allowed' BIN LINER: No visitors ever. f*re ESCAPE: Not since time start. THE DOCTOR: Well there always a first time. I mean not everyone you're going to meet is going to be a Kang. f*re ESCAPE: No. There are old ones and caretakers and the... BIN LINER: Reta! (This gives f*re Escape the instruction to stop.) DOCTOR: I see. And who are these Caretakers' BIN LINER: They wipe away our wallscrawl, chase us down Carrydoors, catch us if they can. THE DOCTOR: I see. And all the young ones are Kangs. f*re ESCAPE: Yes. THE DOCTOR: Or girls, I should say. There don't seem to be any boys. (Whilst looking around him at the Red Kangs, the Doctor motions with his eyes for Mel to start moving towards to TARDIS.) f*re ESCAPE: Boys' Boys' What are boys' There are the old ones and caretakers and Kangs and the... (Bin Liner gives her a silencing glance). That is all. THE DOCTOR: I see. Well I must say it's been nice meeting you but I think it's time we must be on our way, don't you think so, Mel. MEL: Yes, Doctor. Not a moment to lose. (They can get no closer to the TARDIS as the Red Kangs block their way and again hold them c*ptive.) BIN LINER: We heard you talk of the pool. f*re ESCAPING: The Great Pool in the Sky. THE DOCTOR: Did you' Oh, I expect your ears were playing tricks on you. BIN LINER: You're coming with us to our hide-in. (The Red Kangs nearest to the Doctor start to tie his hands together behind his back.) THE DOCTOR: I wonder what (sic) Blue Kangs behave like this. 14. INT. STREET (The Young Caretaker moves cautiously into the corridor holding his radio transmitter to his mouth.) YOUNG CARETAKER: As instructed, I'm proceeding along corridor... (His comment is halted as his radio signal is disrupted.) YOUNG CARETAKER: Chief' (He taps the radio) Chief' Are you receiving me' (He taps it again) Chief'! (He looks up when he hears a whirring sound. At the other end of the corridor, appears a Robotic Cleaner.) YOUNG CARETAKER: Oh no. No, it can't be. The Chief told us... Chief!' (He fails to notice another cleaner appear from behind and make its way towards him. Its centre claw is in position and ready to use. The cleaner in front of him makes its way off down a side corridor.) CHIEF CARETAKER: (from the radio) Yes, Caretaker number 345 /12 subsection 3. YOUNG CARETAKER: Oh, thank goodness you're there, Chief. CHIEF CARETAKER: Now don't panic, Caretaker number 345 /12 subsection 3. YOUNG CARETAKER: But Chief it's...it's... (He cannot complete his sentence as he turns around to see the Cleaner behind him which then grabs his throat with its claw and kills him.) YOUNG CARETAKER: AAAaaaarrrgggghhhhhhh!!!!!!!!! CHIEF CARETAKER: Yes, I know. 15. INT. SQUARE (The Doctor and Mel are tied up carefully secured by a Kang.) THE DOCTOR: It seems the art of knot tying hasn't died out here. MEL: I thought they liked you. THE DOCTOR: They liked my clothes, which is clearly not enough. BIN LINER: Are they tied and true' RED KANG: Yes. (Bin Liner goes over to where f*re Escape is standing by the phone.) BIN LINER: Ready, f*re Escape. f*re ESCAPE: Red Kang Eye-spy says we can't go through usual carrydoor, Red Kangs out and lurking. BIN LINER: And the Yellows' f*re ESCAPE: No Yellows, all unalive now. BIN LINER: All' f*re ESCAPE: All. THE DOCTOR: Excuse me. f*re ESCAPE: What' THE DOCTOR: Did you say that a whole tribe of Yellow Kangs have been wiped out; I mean made unalive just like that. (f*re Escape nods.) THE DOCTOR: But why' You didn't k*ll them did you' f*re ESCAPE: To make unalive is not part of the Kang way. No ball games, no fly posts, no wipe-outs. THE DOCTOR: Who did it then' The Caretakers, the Blue Kangs, I mean who' f*re ESCAPE: It takes place. BIN LINER: We've been in the open spaces for too long, we must go. Ware Blue Kangs, build high for happiness. RED KANGS: Build high for happiness. (The Doctor looks ponderous as The Red Kangs lead him and Mel out of the square and up the stairs.) 16. INT. CARETAKER HEADQUARTERS (The unseen Chief Caretaker stands over his control desk looking at his bank of screens. One screen shows a cleaner pulling a rubbish cart containing the body of the late Young Caretaker.) CHIEF CARETAKER: A nice little snack coming up for you, my beauty. So you'll grow up big and strong. That's Daddy's little pet. DEPUTY CHIEF CARETAKER: I've located a whole group of them, Chief. Large as life and twice as nasty. CHIEF CARETAKER: Excellent. (The Chief pulls a switch on the control desk to make an announcement to the caretakers on patrol.) CHIEF CARETAKER: Attention all caretakers, abandon further work on master plan QYT and as set out in regulation book 145 proceed instead into standard emergency plan 908b. DEPUTY CHIEF CARETAKER: Emergency plan 908b certainly. CHIEF CARETAKER: That is correct. Seize all Red Wall-Scrawlers in Fountain of Happiness square. Now! 17. INT. SQUARE (The Red Kangs are leading the Doctor and Mel up the stairs in the square. Both of the their hands are still tied up.) THE DOCTOR: Sorry about the pool, Mel. MEL: That's alright, Doctor. (In front of the leading Kangs some Caretakers appear, the Red Kangs panic and retreat away back down the stairs.) DEPUTY CHIEF CARETAKER: Alright you Kangs, lets be having you. (In the chaos of panicking Red Kangs, the Doctor falls from the stairway on to some rubbish in the square below. Meanwhile Mel makes her escape with the other Kangs down a street leading from the Square. Once they have gone, pursued by a few Caretakers, the Doctor is alone on the rubbish. He is pull up onto his feet by some Caretakers. He is unable to move himself due to his hands being tied behind his back. He is confronted by the Deputy.) DEPUTY CHIEF CARETAKERS: Who are you' THE DOCTOR: That doesn't matter. Are you the Caretakers' DEPUTY CHIEF CARETAKER: Yes! THE DOCTOR: And you take care, of people, that is. DEPUTY CHIEF CARETAKER: Maybe. THE DOCTOR: You seem to be our best bet so far, don't you think, Mel. Mel' Where's Mel. DEPUTY CHIEF CARETAKER: No, no, no, sunbeam. You're coming with us. (The two Caretakers holding the Doctor pull him away after the Deputy as he ascends the central Square stairs.) 18. INT. STREET (In a street that is cleaner than most in the Towers, f*re Escape and the other red Kangs are running away from the Caretakers, who would seem to have given up. Mel runs into the street but stops and turns to see how close the Doctor is behind her. She is alarmed to see that he isn't there.) MEL: Doctor' Doctor'!' Doctor!'! Oh that's done it, what now' (She stops in the centre of the square looking crestfallen. From a little way down the street Mel has just shouted appears an elderly woman in a doorway. Mel turns to face the woman who calls out.) TILDA: Cooee. Cooooeeee. Would you care for a cup of tea' MEL: Hello. TILDA: I said would you care for some tea and some cakes' MEL: Yes. Thank you. INT. TILDA AND TABBY'S FLAT (Inside the flat, Tabby, a much larger woman than Tilda wearing a similar hotchpotch of clothing, appears from the kitchen area and meets Tilda at the front door.) TABBY: Is she coming, Tilda' TILDA: Yes. TABBY: How does she look' TILDA: Very nice. TABBY: Is she fat' TILDA: Sshhh, sshhh. Oh She's nearly here, dear. Oh my goodness, Tabby, look at that table. Quick. (Tabby moves off as quickly as she can to the Kitchen to clear the kitchen table.) EXT. TILDA AND TABBY'S FLAT (Tilda stands by the front door holding it closed so as to obscure Mel's view of the inside and Tabby's tidying activities. Mel Joins Tilda at the door.) MEL: Hello. TILDA: (Laughing embarrassed) My friend Tabby is just tidying up. We're both very house proud you see, particularly when we have guests. (Looking in through the front door, Tilda can see Tabby standing up the kitchen area ready to receive their new guest.) TILDA: Yes, I think it's alright to go in now. Come in dear. INT. TILDA AND TABBY'S FLAT TILDA: I'm Tilda, by the way. What's you name' MEL: Oh, Mel. TILDA: Oh Mel! Mel. What a delicious name. Tabby, this is Mel. MEL: Hello. TABBY: Hello, dear. Come in and make yourself comfortable. MEL: Thank you. (Mel moves to the sitting area. Tabby notices that Mel's hands are tied behind her back.) TABBY: Oh look at your poor hands. We can't allow that, can we Tilda. TILDA: Of course not. Sit down, dear. Let Tabby untie you; I'll put the kettle on. (Mel sits down in the centre arm chair and Tabby sits to the right of her and begins to untie her arms.) TABBY: Oh, you must have been having a horrid time. Who did this to you' MEL: The Kangs. The Red Kangs. TABBY: Oh those Kangs, they're naughty girls. You're not a Kang are you' MEL: Ah no. TILDA: No, we didn't think you were somehow. They're nasty, untrusting girls, who would never take a cup of tea from two harmless old ladies like us, would they Tabby. TABBY: Oh no, dear, no. There you are (she has freed Mel's hands). MEL: Oh, Thank you. TABBY: Oh, Mel's not at all like a Kang. She's a nice, polite, clean, well spoken girl. Just the sort we like. MEL: Excuse me. TABBY: There you are, Tilda, what did I say. Lovely manners, saying excuse me before asking a question. What was it dear' MEL: I was just going to ask who you were. I mean the Kangs are the Kangs and the Caretakers are the... TILDA: Oh silly, us. We're the Rezzies. (Tilda comes from the kitchen area and puts a tray on the coffee table containing tea cups, large cookies and cream then returns to the kitchen.) MEL: The Rezzies' TABBY: Well, we're some of the Rezzies anyway. We have a few like minded friends here and there in the towers. MEL: Have you always lived here. TILDA: Oh we've been here for ever such a long time, if that's what you mean. (She returns to the sitting area carrying a tea pot.) How about you' MEL: Oh I'm just visiting. TABBY: A visitor. Well, well, must be a long time since the towers saw any of those, hey Tilda' TILDA: Takes you back, doesn't it. MEL: Does it' What was it like before' TILDA: Oh, never mind about that, dear, have some tea and cakes. (Tilda hands Mel a fresh cup of tea.) TABBY: Oh yes. MEL: Thanks. I'm really hungry. (Tabby puts a plate on Mel's lap.) TABBY: Yes. You're a thin little thing, aren't you' Never mind, dear, Tilda and I will feed you up. Won't we' (Tilda gives Tabby a knowing laugh as she piles lots of sugar in there cups. Both of them exchange looks and then look at Mel who is enjoying biting into a large cookie coated in chocolate chips.) 19. INT. STREET (The Doctor is being escorted down yet another darkened street by three Caretakers, one of whom is the Deputy Chief Caretaker. They are looking rather tired. The Doctor is holding his pocket watch whilst the Deputy reads his rule book.) THE DOCTOR: Well' DEPUTY CHIEF CARETAKER: You're allowed to stop one and a half minutes for every three thousand steps walked. THE DOCTOR: And that means' DEPUTY CHIEF CARETAKER: You can stand still for... a while. THE DOCTOR: Oh, very generous of you. (The Doctor takes some deep intake of breath as they stop still in the street. The Caretakers also look rather worn out.) THE DOCTOR: It must be a job trying to keep these corridors clean and tidy like this. DEPUTY CHIEF CARETAKER: Oh yes, especially the wallscrawl. THE DOCTOR: Oh so that's what you call them. Wallscrawlers. DEPUTY CHIEF CARETAKER: Yes. Dirty pests. Well look at it. (The Doctor looks about him and notices an interesting picture painted on to one of the walls.) THE DOCTOR: By my two tickers, what's that' DEPUTY CHIEF CARETAKER: What's what' THE DOCTOR: Well it looks like a Kang and something attacking it, some sort of claw. Oh here look there's a drill and down here there's a nozzle sucking things up. DEPUTY CHIEF CARETAKER: Yes, well the Wallscrawlers make up a lot of silly pictures. THE DOCTOR: Let's hope they're just silly pictures. What's that' (Coming from down the street behind them is a mechanical whirring sound.) DEPUTY CHIEF CARETAKER: I don't hear anything. Look, Sunbeam, if there was anything wrong, there'd be instructions in here about how to deal with it, wouldn't there' Erm' (Just as he finishes a Robotic cleaner appears behind them down the street.) THE DOCTOR: Oh, I see. It's some sort of robotic cleaner with autri-motive, bi-carbol scraping blades (sic). DEPUTY CHIEF CARETAKER: You don't understand. THE DOCTOR: No, I don't but I intend to. Now let's have a look at those autri-motive blades, shall we. Ah, yes. (The Doctor is oblivious to the danger that he is in as the robot's blades start to rotate. The Doctor leans in closer when the claw hidden in the centre of the robot is brought into sight, just missing his head. The Doctor realises the danger.) THE DOCTOR: D'you usually do, what I usually do in these circumstances' DEPUTY CHIEF CARETAKER: What's that' THE DOCTOR: Run! (The Doctor races off followed by the Caretakers as they are all pursued by the Cleaner.) 20. INT. TILDA AND TABBY'S FLAT (Mel and the old woman are still in the sitting area finishing off there tea and cakes. Tilda is knitting what appears to be a table cloth. Mel is sipping her tea but finds it rather unusual in taste. Tabby is also drinking her tea but notices nothing outside of the norm.) TILDA: Of course, in the old days, things were very different, weren't they, Tabby. TABBY: Oh very different, Tilda. MEL: Then what happened' TABBY: Well my memories not what it was but one thing followed another and before we knew where we were, we were in the pickle we are today. TILDA: Now everyone has to fend for themselves, take what they can find. Have another cake, Mel dear, go on. MEL: Alright then. (She takes another cake from the table) So you were here from the beginning then' TABBY: Oh yes, dear, yes, ever since the Great architect finished Paradise Towers and all the youngsters and all the oldsters were moved here. MEL: And the rest, the in-betweens' TABBY: Oh well, I don't quite recall. I think they had some else to do' A w*r to fight or something. All such a long time ago. I often wonder whether we won that w*r or not. TILDA: I don't suppose we'll ever know now, Tabby. TABBY: No I don't suppose we will, Tilda. MEL: Do you know anything about a swimming pool' TILDA: A swimming pool' No I don't think so. I've never heard of one. Have you, Tabby' TABBY: No I haven't, Tilda. Oh you'd be far better off to stay here with us. Wouldn't she, Tilda' TILDA: Oh yes, Tabby. She can eat and eat till her heart's content and get nice and plump and healthy, safe from those nasty. MEL: It's very kind of you both but I'm afraid I will have to go once I've finished my tea. It's very important. TILDA: Oh nonsense, dear. Finish your cake. TABBY: No, we'll be very offended if you just rush off so quickly. Won't we, Tilda' MEL: Well, just a few more minutes, maybe. TILDA: That's it, dear, plenty of time. TABBY: All the time in the world. Make the most of the peace and quiet. (They are interrupted by the front door which is being knocked through by a young man called Pex. He wears a ripped t-shirt, combat trousers and a ring of g*n cartridges around his torso. He enters carrying a g*n which he points alternatively at Tilda and Tabby.) PEX: Are these old ladies annoying you' MEL: No. PEX: Are you annoying these old ladies' TILDA AND TABBY: No, she isn't. PEX: Oh. TILDA: And I do wish you wouldn't keep breaking down our door to save us. TABBY: That's the third time we've had it repaired and it's not as if we've ever been in any trouble. TILDA: Apart from bits of door flying about all over the place. MEL: Look, who exactly are you' PEX: The name's Pex. I put the world of Paradise Towers to rights. 21. INT. STREET (The Doctor and the Caretakers are running down a long street to a lift at the end. They are being pursued by a Robotic Cleaner.) DEPUTY CHIEF CARETAKER: Quick in the lift. THE DOCTOR: But I thought you said the lifts here don't work' (Inside the lift the Deputy frantically presses the lift button to get it to move but with little success.) DEPUTY CHIEF CARETAKER: No, they don't. Aahh. THE DOCTOR: Here let me. (The Doctor pulls him out of the way, and using his umbrella to tap the keys the panel comes to life and the door closes. The Doctor raises his hat to the Cleaner on the other side of the door and turns to the Caretaker beside him.) THE DOCTOR: Going up' 22. INT. TILDA AND TABBY'S FLAT (Tilda and Tabby are escorting Mel to the front door as Pex picks through the debris that he created.) MEL: No, I really do have to go but you have been very kind. TILDA: Oh it does seem a pity when we were so comfortable. TABBY: You mustn't be put off by him. MEL: Oh I wasn't. Don't you worry. But I really must find my friend and the pool. TILDA: You will come and see us again soon, won't you, dear' TABBY: Maybe bring your friend. MEL: Oh, of course. Thank you for everything. TILDA: Till next time, dear. TABBY: Well, we'll be looking out for you, dear. MEL: Yes, bye. (Mel steps out through the hole in the front door and walks off down the corridor. Tabby turns to Pex, who is posing beside her.) TABBY: Would you mind going now too please' (Pex relaxes from his posing and moves out of the flat.) EXT. TILDA AND TABBY'S FLAT AND STREET (Mel makes her way along the corridor rather hesitantly at the direction she should take. Pex moves in to join her.) PEX: Just a minute. MEL: What is it now' PEX: You're going on a dangerous journey. You need me to protect you. MEL: I most certainly do not. PEX: But that's my job. I'm Pex, I put the world of Paradise Towers to rights. MEL: Yes, I know all that but I still don't need you. PEX: Well if you don't need a protector, you might need a guide' Somebody who knows their way about' MEL: (She considers this option) Alright. I may live to regret this. (Mel walks off with Pex tailing behind her.) 23. INT. THE CARETAKER HEADQUARTERS (The Chief Caretaker is sitting at the desk watching a viewing screen. The screen shows a corridor and the Doctor being escorted from the lift by the Caretakers.) CHIEF CARETAKER: I don't believe it. It's not possible. It can't be. (He stands up) It could be. 24. INT. THE SQUARE (A large group of Red Kangs have congregated in the Square around a shrine made up from various pieces of rubbish. The leader joins them encircled around the shrine. They lower their w*apon, make a salute-like gesture then fall to rest on their knees.) BLUE KANG LEADER: Hail the Kang. Hail the unalive Kang. Yellow of colour but brave and bold as a Kang should be. BLUE KANGS: Hail the Kang. Hail the unalive Kang. Yellow of colour but brave and bold as a Kang should be. (In a Street off the square, Mel and Pex hear the chanting and make their way to the source of the noise. They read the square and observe the Kang ritual.) MEL: Pex, what's going on' Pex, what's happening in Paradise Towers' (Pex remains silent as he and Mel watch the Blue Kangs continue to circle the shrine.) BLUE KANGS: Brave and bold as a Kang should be. Brave and bold as a Kang should be. 25. INT. THE CARETAKER HEADQUARTERS (The caretakers enter pulling the Doctor along with them. The Chief is at his desk and rises to meet them.) DEPUTY CHIEF CARETAKER: Chief! CHIEF CARETAKER: Later, Deputy. Release him. Greetings. I am the Chief Caretaker. THE DOCTOR: How d'you do. I am... CHIEF CARETAKER: No need to tell me. I know who you are. You are the man who brought Paradise Towers to life. The visionary who dreamed up its lift and pools and squares. And now you have returned to your creation. You will make all those dilapidated lifts and rise and falls as they've never done before. All signs of wallscrawl will disappear from the walls and all will be made as new. Fellow Caretakers, d'you know who this is. This is the Great Architect returned to Paradise Towers. Bid him welcome. All Hail the Great Architect, all hail. CARETAKERS: All hail the great architect. DEPUTY CHIEF CARETAKER: What shall we do with him now, Chief' CHIEF CARETAKER: k*ll him.
{"type": "series", "show": "Doctor Who", "episode": "24x05 - Paradise Towers - part 1"}
foreverdreaming
PART TWO Written by Stephen Wyatt Original air date: 12 October, 1987 Run time: 24:39 1. EXT. PARADISE TOWERS (An exterior view of the Towers, high up in the sky. The glass walls and windows of the Towers reflect the fluffy white clouds hanging in the sky.) 2. INT. THE CARETAKER HEADQUARTERS (The caretakers enter pulling the Doctor along with them. The Chief is at his desk and rises to meet them.) DEPUTY CHIEF CARETAKER: Chief! CHIEF CARETAKER: Later, Deputy. Release him. Greetings. I am the Chief Caretaker. THE DOCTOR: How d'you do. I am... CHIEF CARETAKER: No need to tell me. I know who you are. We have been waiting for this momentous visit for so many years. You are the man who brought Paradise Towers to life. The visionary who dreamed up its pools and lift and squares. And now you have returned to your creation. You will make all those dilapidated lifts rise and fall as they've never done before. All signs of wallscrawl will disappear from the corridors of Paradise Towers. The floor will gleam, the windows will shine and all will be made as new. Fellow Caretakers, d'you know who this is. This is the Great Architect returned to Paradise Towers. Bid him welcome. All Hail the Great Architect, all hail. CARETAKERS: All hail the great architect. DEPUTY CHIEF CARETAKER: What shall we do with him now then, Chief' CHIEF CARETAKER: k*ll him. (The Chief moves away from the Doctor.) THE DOCTOR: Wait a minute! Listen. CHIEF CARETAKER: Why' THE DOCTOR: Well I'm not the great architect. I'm the Doctor. CHIEF CARETAKER: Oh the Doctor now is it' He always was an artful one the Great Architect. Make the preparations will you, Deputy. DEPUTY CHIEF CARETAKER: Very good, Chief. (The Chief sits at the control desk as the Deputy leans over his shoulder.) THE DOCTOR: Well you can't condemn me without trial, without evidence, without proof. I mean, I don't even know who this Great Architect is. CHIEF CARETAKER: The 327 appendix 3 Subsection 9 Death I think. DEPUTY CHIEF CARETAKER: 32...Very good, Chief. (There is a bleep from the control console.) CHIEF CARETAKER: Oh that would happen just now. (He picks up the communicator and speaks into it) Yes' (He pauses to listen) Oh dear, oh dear. Poor Caretaker Number 345 stroke 12 Subsection 3. (He listens to the voice on the other end.) What, now' (He pauses again to listen) Yes, alright, alright. There's no need to quote the rule book at me, Caretaker Number 579 Stroke 14 Subsection 8. I'll come. (He replaces the communicator and stands) THE DOCTOR: Anything the matter' CHIEF CARETAKER: Nothing that isn't under control. Thank you, Great Architect. An unfortunate accident has happened to Caretaker Number 345. I am required by the rulebook to go and investigate it. The 327 appendix 3 Subsection 9 Death will be postponed until I return. In the meantime you will guard the Great Architect here with your lives. D'you understand' DEPUTY CHIEF CARETAKER: Yes, Chief, no problem. 3. INT. STREET (Mel and Pex emerge onto yet another of the dirty streets of Paradise Towers. This street has large globe-like lights protruding from the walls.) PEX: Mel' MEL: What is it now' PEX: Mel. Watch this. Oh go on. Please' MEL: I'm in a hurry you know that. And that ceremony in the square gave me the creeps. PEX: It won't take a moment. (He makes breathing noises and, reaching up, removes a light from its fitting on the wall. With a few more puffs, he takes hold of both ends of the light's arm attachment and bends it. Looking pleased with himself he drops it to the floor followed by a breaking sound.) MEL: (Unimpressed) ...Well' PEX: I'm a finely tuned fighting machine. I work out everyday... MEL: Pex! PEX: Practice martial arts... MEL: Pex! PEX: Run the length of 70... MEL: Pex. If you could bend that back into shape and put it where it came from, it might be more use but you can't can you. PEX: Well, that's not my job. I'm Pex. MEL: I know and you're here to put the world of Paradise Towers to rights. Well go on. I've got to find my friend and I can't waste anymore time. PEX: Mel' 4. INT. SQUARE (f*re Escape runs down the stairs and joins the rest of the Red Kangs gathered in the square for a meeting.) f*re ESCAPE: Build High for Happiness. RED KANGS: (Chorus) Build High for Happiness. f*re ESCAPE: All sound and safe' BIN LINER: The un-young Doctor and the girl who isn't a Kang are lost for now. f*re ESCAPE: And No Exit' BIN LINER: No Exit's not here. f*re ESCAPE: Where is she' BIN LINER: Was on Talky-Phone 3 before Caretakers att*cked. (f*re Escape runs over to the Talky-Phone in the corner followed by Bin Liner.) f*re ESCAPE: Not now' (Bin Liner shakes her head) Mayhaps No Exit's returned to Red Kang Brain-quarters. BIN LINER: Mayhaps or...' f*re ESCAPE: Or..' BIN LINER: No Exit's unalive. BIN LINER: Taken to the cleaners' BIN LINER: Yes, taken to the cleaners. 5. INT. BASEMENT (The Basement features a assortment of pipes and the sound of rumbling can be heard. On the floor are the discarded remains of a Yellow Kang garment. A large door open at one end of the chamber, through it enters a large white cleaner. At the rear of the robotic Cleaner is a large bin from which protrudes the leg of the deceased Young Caretaker. The Cleaner glides towards another large doorway which opens as it approaches. Two lights can be seen through the doorway and lots of smoke obscures a clear view inside.) 6. INT. CARETAKER HEADQUARTERS (The Doctor sits on a bench against the wall between two silent Caretakers. One of whom is the deputy. The other holds the Doctor's umbrella.) THE DOCTOR: Shall I tell you what puzzles me most. Those cleaners that we had so much trouble with. Well presumably they're part of the organisation of Paradise Towers like your Caretakers. So why should they att*ck you. (No response from either side.) THE DOCTOR: And another thing. I don't know why you're so keen to k*ll off the Great Architect. I thought you'd be delighted to have him here to put things to right. It doesn't make sense. Well does it' (Again, no response from his fellows.) THE DOCTOR: I'd hate to have to live my life by some boring old rulebook like you do. You must get fed up' Well do you' DEPUTY CHIEF CARETAKER: No. THE DOCTOR: Never' DEPUTY CHIEF CARETAKER: Never. THE DOCTOR: I suppose how you guard me is in that rulebook. DEPUTY CHIEF CARETAKER: Yes! Rule 45B Stroke 2 Subsection 5. THE DOCTOR: I wouldn't mind having a look at that rulebook if that's not against the rules. I mean after all, I am a condemned man. DEPUTY CHIEF CARETAKER: Erm... (He flicks through the pages of the rulebook.) Yes, we can count that as your last request. You're entitled to one if you're to undergo a 327 Appendix 3 Subsection 9 Death. Not a pretty way to go. (He passes the rulebook over to the Doctor whilst laughing to himself. The Doctor starts to leaf through its pages.) THE DOCTOR: (Laughs to himself) How extraordinary. No, no. It can't be true. DEPUTY CHIEF CARETAKER: What's that' THE DOCTOR: Oh no, no. It's... You couldn't possibly. DEPUTY CHIEF CARETAKER: If it's there, it's true. Rules are rules. Orders are orders. THE DOCTOR: If you say so. I don't want to make a fool of you. DEPUTY CHIEF CARETAKER: Read out what it says! THE DOCTOR: Oh very well but I find it hard to credit... DEPUTY CHIEF CARETAKER: Read it! THE DOCTOR: It says here about a 327 Appendix 3 Subsection 9 Death, that after you've been guarding the condemned prisoner for 35 minutes, you must all stand up. DEPUTY CHIEF CARETAKER: But if we... THE DOCTOR: Yes, yes, I find it extraordinary. I don't really expect you to do it. But it is in there. (The Deputy and his Subordinate both stand up looking a little uncertain of events.) THE DOCTOR: The Caretakers present must then move 5 paces away from the prisoner. (The Deputy and his Subordinate walk 5 paces forward away from the Doctor.) THE DOCTOR: Five. Close their eyes and put their hands above their head. (The Doctor stands up and makes his way gingerly towards them. He opens the Deputy's back pocket and takes out the Caretaker Headquarters' Door Security cards. He turns and walks slowly away to the door.) DEPUTY CHIEF CARETAKER: How long do we do this for' THE DOCTOR: For about a minute and a half. You see that's how long the prisoner needs. (The Doctor turns to see his umbrella which he retrieves from the subordinate. He then makes his way to the door.) DEPUTY CHIEF CARETAKER: To do what' THE DOCTOR: Find the key card to the door and escape. DEPUTY CHIEF CARETAKER: Sorry' (The Doctor makes his way to the door and tries out several of the key cards.) THE DOCTOR: Find the key card to the door and escape. (The door opens and the Doctor exits giving a courteous, goodbye doff of his hat. Meanwhile, over the other side of the room, the Deputy turns to his subordinate. DEPUTY CHIEF CARETAKER: Rules should always make sense. Why should we allow a prisoner...' (He turns quickly to catch the sight of the Doctor's umbrella poking through the closing door. The umbrella then finally disappears and with it, the Doctor from their c*ptive.) 7. INT. STREET (Mel and Pex appear from the stairwell and venture searchingly into the dark corridor.) MEL: Doctor' DOCTOR'' (Mel and Pex then disappear out of sight down another street only to miss the Doctor as he appears silhouetted at the other end.) THE DOCTOR: Mel' Mel' (The Doctor runs from one end of the corridor to the other only to disappear up the stairway which Pex and Mel had moments before descended from.) THE DOCTOR: Mel' 8. INT. SQUARE (Mel and Pex appear on the walkway over looking the square where the TARDIS landed.) MEL: Oh no. We're back at the square again. PEX: I've been trying to confuse anyone who might be following us. It's part of the training. MEL: Does your training include confusing yourself at the same time. PEX: I'm not confused. MEL: So you know where to go next to get up to the pool then. (Pex remains on the walkway whilst Mel jogs down to the ground.) PEX: Of course. MEL: Well then. PEX: We go that way. MEL: You sure. PEX: Of course I'm sure. (Pex runs down the stairs to join Mel.) MEL: Pex, can I ask you something why are here' PEX: What' MEL: Why are here' PEX: What d'you mean' MEL: Well there's nothing else like you here, is there. PEX: You can say that again. Shall I show you how...' (He strikes a pose a goes to break some other part of the crumbling fountain area.) MEL: Ah! No! I think you've wrecked quite enough for one day. Tabby and Tilda talked about a w*r. (In the street behind them leading off from the Square, four Blue Kangs venture forward and hide in the shadows. Pex senses that something is there and moves in that direction.) MEL: They said that only the Oldsters and the Youngster were brought to the Paradise Towers and the rest, well the In-betweens, were sent off to fight and never came back. So how does it happen that you're here' PEX: Isn't it obvious' MEL: No, it isn't obvious at all. Pex. You say you want to help me get up to the pool and find my friend the Doctor, so I have to know. PEX: I was sent here. The power to protect has been invested in me. MEL: Who by' PEX: By those I am not allowed to name. MEL: And that's the truth' Really, the truth' (Pex nods.) Then I have to believe you. It can't be safe hanging around in this square any longer. PEX: You're in no danger with me around. MEL: Are you sure' PEX: Of course I'm sure. Come on. We go this way. (Pex darts off across the square with Mel following reluctantly. From their hiding place in the shadows, the four Blue Kangs appear and secretly set off in pursuit of Pex and Mel.) 9. INT. STREET (The Doctor steps out into yet another street which looks more or less like any other. He stands in the centre of the crossroads.) THE DOCTOR: Mel' Mel' (After calling out and receiving no response, the Doctor notices some graffiti on the wall down the street. It shows a cleaner carrying something towards a door with "No Entry" written on it that belches out smoke.) 10. INT. STREET (The Chief Caretaker stand in a street clutching his clipboard in one hand and a communicator in the other. He is with two other silent and depressed Caretakers. CHIEF CARETAKER: Now the main thing, fellow Caretakers, is not to panic. Just because it appears that something unfortunate may have happened to Caretaker Number 345 Stroke 12 Subsection 3, we must not go leaping to conclusions. Careless chat about the Robotic Self-activating Megapodic mark 7Z Cleaners having got out of control is not going to help anyone, and may needlessly upset other Caretakers. Many explanations are possible for this unlucky accident. In the mean time all Caretakers will continue to patrol their assigned streets as before. I'm sure you will be quite safe. (There is a beep from his communicator.) CHIEF CARETAKER: Who did that' Oh. Yes' DEPUTY CHIEF CARETAKER: Chief' CHIEF CARETAKER: Yes, Deputy' DEPUTY CHIEF CARETAKER: The Great Architect has escaped. CHIEF CARETAKER: He's what!'! 11. INT. TILDA AND TABBY'S APARTMENT (Tilda and Tabby are seated at their kitchen table finishing the remains of their dinner. Tabby bites into a small bone, making sure she has removed every piece of meat from it.) TABBY: Ooh that was delicious, dear. TILDA: Thank you, dear. TABBY: A little on the small side of course. TILDA: Well, I'm sure we could both have done with a little more. Now days you have to take what you can find. Perhaps something better will turn up before too long. TABBY: We can only hope so. (They both pause as they hear a knock at the front door.) TABBY: D'you suppose it's that delicious little Mel. TILDA: She did say that she'd come back. Come in. (The front door opens and an elderly woman dressed in a yellow cardigan and floral attire enters.) MADDY: It's only me. TILDA: Oh, Maddy, dear, how nice to see you. MADDY: I'm not intruding. TABBY: No, no. We're just finishing. MADDY: You're sure. TILDA: Yes, of course. Have some tea. MADDY: Oh thank you very much. (Maddy walks over to the table and sits herself down at the table with her fellow Rezzies.) MADDY: I just had to come over and tell you. TABBY: Tell us what, Maddy' MADDY: Another Caretaker's disappeared. TABBY: (a deep intake of air) was it the Kangs' MADDY: Well, they're trying to make out that it might be but from what I've heard there's more to it than anyone's letting on. I mean people just don't vanish do they. TABBY: No, no, of course not. There's always something left behind. (Tabby covers the remains of her dinner with a napkin and Maddy watches rather uncomfortably.) 12. INT. STREET (The Doctor appears running down the street, clearly out of breath. He stops by a phone terminal – located by what appears to be a servicing door. He picks up the phone to check for a tone but finds none.) THE DOCTOR: Nothing ventured (hopeful). Nothing gained (disappointed). (In frustration he hits the terminal with his hands. The result of this action is the release of dozens of coins falling out of the socket. He catches the majority of them in his hat. He picks up one coin and examines it.) THE DOCTOR: Jackpot! Issued by the Great Architect, Kroagnon. Kroagnon' (Down the street that he has just run appears a Cleaner belching smoke. He is at first unaware of it. It makes its way toward the Doctor, blocking his exit.) THE DOCTOR: Oh no. Not you again. I've got too many things to work out, you really aren't helping. What d'you want anyway' Oh that is my death! (He turns to run the other way but that is also blocked by yet another Cleaner.) THE DOCTOR: Think calmly! (He is surrounded by smoke from both of the Cleaners. He backs away and falls against the servicing door which promptly opens. Losing his balance he tumbles backwards through it and once inside, it closes behind him. The two Cleaners remain belching smoke.) 13. INT. STREET (Mel and Pex descend the stairway and find that the lift has stopped on their floor.) MEL: Oh. PEX: Wait there. I'll check if it's safe. (Pex gets his g*n out and striking a pose, he enters the lift to investigate any dangers.) MEL: Well' PEX: It's safe. Mel: Good. (As Mel and Pex go to enter the lift, a g*ng of Blue Kangs run into the open and capture them.) 14. INT. RED KANG BRAINQUARTERS (The Doctor is laying on the floor of the Brainquarters and is slowly regaining consciousness. Like the rest of the Towers the room is quite dirty. Against the walls are loads of shelves containing large tins of a variety of consumables.) THE DOCTOR: What's happening... I really don't understand...(hazily sitting up.) BIN LINER: Build high for happiness, Doctor. THE DOCTOR: Oh! Build high for happiness. What happened' f*re ESCAPE: You dropped down, Doctor. Whoosh into our Brainquarters. Where is the girl who isn't a Kang' THE DOCTOR: I only wish I knew. f*re Escape. Bin Liner. I never expected to see you again. I didn't expect to be glad to see you again. But I've got to go, there's much to be done. (The Doctor moves to leave the hideout but his way is blocked by the surrounding Red Kangs.) BIN LINER: No way! f*re ESCAPE: No ball games, no fly-posts. No out-going. BIN LINER: Why you here, Doctor. THE DOCTOR: It was an accident. I was being chased by two cleaners. And then suddenly... f*re ESCAPE: Cleaners!'! THE DOCTOR: Yes. I expect they've gone by now. f*re ESCAPE: (To Bin Liner) Check for safe and sure on the Talky-Phone. THE DOCTOR: Do I get the impression I'm not believed. f*re ESCAPE: Cleaners make Kangs unalive. THE DOCTOR: Do they now. Why don't you tell me about it' (f*re Escape makes it clear she doesn't want to talk by turning her back to the Doctor.) THE DOCTOR: What is the matter with everyone in the Towers' I simply don't understand. I mean the Cleaners go round k*lling people and carting them off and no one does anything about them. And all you Kangs can do is draw wallcrawls on the subject all over the place. f*re ESCAPE: But the Cleaners..!!! THE DOCTOR: I know because I've seen them. And the Caretakers, they're no better. They allowed themselves to be k*lled off without saying anything either. Just because there's nothing about it in their precious rulebook. f*re ESCAPE: You mean to say... THE DOCTOR: I know because I've read it. f*re ESCAPE: ...there's a wipe-out of Caretakers as well. THE DOCTOR: Oh don't tell me you don't know. I mean what is going on' I mean what is behind that door belching out smoke that you Kangs are so keen on painting pictures of eh' Any ideas' Or that simply just another mystery' (f*re Escape yet again turns away from the Doctor. Bin Liner goes up to f*re Escape to report.) BIN LINER: Cleaners were in the carrydoor with sprinkle gas. There no more. THE DOCTOR: Thank goodness for that. Can I have a look' (The Doctor moves over to have a look at the large box on which the talky-phone is held. He lifts the phone from his housing.) THE DOCTOR: You know you really are very stupid for such clever people. If I were you I'd find that door and discover what's behind it. Because until you do, we're all at risk, You, Me, Mel, Everybody. Are these antiques dotted around all over the building' It really is a splendid piece of Auditory Architect Matonical Metrasyncocity. f*re ESCAPE: It works! THE DOCTOR: I'm sure. (Bin Liner moves aggressively forward and grabs the phone from the Doctor. She taps in a sequence of numbers into the keypad and hands it back to the Doctor.) THE DOCTOR: Hello' Sorry. Wrong number. (He replaces the phone to its housing and starts to turn the large box housing it around. It reveals itself as a drinks machine.) THE DOCTOR: Just one other thing. You probably haven't realised that this machine has another purpose. (He removes his hat to produce a coin that he procured earlier when att*cked by the two Cleaners in the Street. Before using it he stops to look at it.) THE DOCTOR: Oh incidentally, yet another Paradise Towers mystery. Issued by the Great Architect, Kroagnon. Kroagnon' Oh I do wish I could place him. I mean what's happened to him since finishing this building. No one seems to know. Sorry. (He goes to put the coin in a slot in the drinks machine. Bin Liner gets worried and raises her w*apon. The Doctor promptly uses his umbrella to push it down again. He inserts the coin and then machine starts to hum into action. A Can of Drink falls into the dispenser pocket. The Doctor picks it up and removes the cap. The Kangs run off to take cover. Seeing him take a satisfying sip of the fizzy drink they relax and move forward towards him again.) THE DOCTOR: Erm. Very refreshing. (Bin Liner takes the can from the Doctor and takes a sip herself. Encouraged she passes it to f*re Escape who copies her.) f*re ESCAPE: Ice hot, Doctor. f*re ESCAPE & BIN LINER: Ice hot! (Satisfied with himself, the Doctor smiles and wipes the drinks machine with his handkerchief.) 15. INT. THE BASEMENT (The Chief Caretaker strides purposefully through the basement stopping briefly to pick up the remains of what appears to be Red Kang clothing. The Large door in front of him starts to open and smoke pours out of it. Ahead of him are two large neon lights that flash with the disembodied voice.) CHIEF CARETAKER: Hello, my pet. How are you' Did you enjoy your nice Caretaker' VOICE: Hungry! CHIEF CARETAKER: Hungry' You can't be. Daddy's always made sure you get a good supply of what you need. Daddy's the Chief Caretaker, that's his main job. VOICE: Hungry! CHIEF CARETAKER: And why we're on the subject, Daddy's not too pleased with you. Now I didn't send you this little snack, did I' So how come it's got here' I mean the Cleaners wouldn't do things like that without orders from someone and it wasn't me so who was it' Now tell Daddy. (No response.) CHIEF CARETAKER: If you don't tell Daddy who's been feeding you behind his back, I won't give you the Great Architect to eat! VOICE: Hungry! CHIEF CARETAKER: Alright. Alright. Alright. You'll get him just as soon as I can catch him again. VOICE: Hungry! CHIEF CARETAKER: But my pet, my darling. I don't understand, you're not usually like this. What's the matter' Tell Daddy. 16. INT. STREET (The Blue Kangs have Mel and Pex trapped in a street corner outside a lift. The leader's name is Drinking Fountain.) PEX: Fight. DRINKING FOUNTAIN: Enough Muscle Brain. Get back. MEL: Will you please tell us why you're holding us here. DRINKING FOUNTAIN: We saw you with the Red Kangs. MEL: Oh but they were holding me c*ptive too. Look, my name's Mel. I'm a visitor here. DRINKING FOUNTAIN: You know him. PEX: I'm protecting her. (The Blue Kangs all laugh derisively at Pex.) MEL: Do you know anything about this person' DRINKING FOUNTAIN: Oh the Kangs know the Muscle Brain. He's a scaredy-cat. When the In-Betweens sent us all here in the ship, us and the Oldsters, the Muscle Brain hid away and came with us because he didn't want to fight in the w*r with all the other In-Betweens. PEX: Who told you that' DRINKING FOUNTAIN: Everyone knows that! The Oldsters call out after him in the Carrydoors, "The Muscle Brains a Scaredy-cat". BLUE KANGS – Scaredy-cat! Scaredy-cat! Scaredy-cat! MEL: Pex' PEX: What' MEL: Is this true' IS THIS TRUE' PEX: I've made up for it since I was here. Since I've been in Paradise Towers, I've been brave! A hero! A fighting... MEL: Sent by powers that you weren't allowed to name' I should have guessed. (To the Blue Kangs) Will you allow me to go if I go alone' I give you my word I mean you no harm. You can see I've got no w*apon. Look! (They nod.) Thanks. Goodbye Pex. (Mel turns to Pex and he looks sheepishly at her. Receiving his silent response she turns and walks off down the street alone, leaving the Blue Kangs to chant, "Scaredy-cat! Scaredy-cat! Scaredy-cat!", at a demoralised Pex.) 17. INT. THE CARETAKER HEADQUARTERS (The Chief and the Deputy are standing in the headquarters. The Chief is speaking over the Deputy's shoulder.) CHIEF CARETAKER: So you still haven't discovered where the Great Architect has got to. DEPUTY: No Chief. (The Chief moves away from the Deputy to stand facing him.) CHIEF CARETAKER: And you have no idea as to his whereabouts at all. DEPUTY: No Chief. Unless' CHIEF CARETAKER: Unless' DEPUTY: Unless... He was taken by the cleaners' CHIEF CARETAKER: Don't be absurd. Besides you are overlooking one very obvious possibility. DEPUTY: What's that, Chief' CHIEF CARETAKER: The Wallscrawlers! They've been getting very bold of late, making fun of authority. Summon all available Caretakers. We are going to start a 45D Section 3 Security Search. DEPUTY: Yes, Chief. CHIEF CARETAKER: The 327 Appendix 3 Subsection 9 Death of the Great Architect must take place. And besides even if the Wallscrawlers haven't got him... It's high time they were taught a severe lesson. 18. INT. STREET (Mel is walking through the Rezzies part of Paradise Towers. She passes a few elderly women who look at her suspiciously even when she smiles at them. Walking around a corner, Mel finds herself outside Tilda and Tabby's Apartment, outside which stands Tilda.) TILDA: Coo-ee' Care for a cup of tea' It's lovely to see you. We'd almost given up hope. How have you been getting on' MEL: Oh not very well. I've been going round and round in circles. TILDA: Oh what a shame. Come inside and rest your weary bones. MEL: Oh I don't know, I... Yes. Yes, thank you. I will. I am very tired. (Mel steps inside the apartment after Tilda who closes the door behind her. Tabby makes her way over to the entrance area to greet Mel.) TILDA: Tabby, guess what. A real piece of good fortune. You'll never guess who's arrived for tea. TILDA AND TABBY: Mel! 19. INT. STREET (A patrol of Caretakers make there way down a street. One of them is carrying a scanning device which they are using to locate the Doctor. The machine emits a bleeping sound. They stop to check the street before continuing their search.) 20. INT. RED KANG BRAINQUARTERS (The Red Kangs are busy handing out Fizzy Drinks from the drinks machine. Bin Liner hands a can to the Doctor.) BIN LINER: Build high for happiness, Doctor. THE DOCTOR: Build high for happiness. But let us not forget what we have to do. We must find Mel and discover the mystery of Paradise Towers because I've learned enough to realise that its very existence is at stake. f*re ESCAPE: Ice hot, Doctor. Ice hot. (They are interrupted by the alarm sound. All the Kangs leap to attention and to their w*apon in panic. Bin Liner goes to the spy hole.) BIN LINER: Caretakers! I can see them through the Eye spy. f*re ESCAPE: Ware Doctor. He brings them here because like Caretakers he wants a Wallscrawlers unalive. THE DOCTOR: Not at all. You don't understand. I mean, the last people I want to meet are the Caretakers; I'm in as much danger as you. More probably. You got to believe me. Listen we've got to work together. The Chief Caretaker's off his head. If we don't stop the wipe-outs, who will' Please' (He looks around the room for reassurance from the Red Kangs.) 21. INT. STREET (Outside the Red Kang Brainquarters, the Caretakers have an acetylene torch and are attempting to burn through the entrance door. The Deputy stands at the side watching.) 22. INT. TILDA AND TABBY'S FLAT (Tilda, Mel and Tabby are sitting in the seating area. Tabby is toasting a crumpet on a long fork over a small f*re.) TABBY: You feeling better now, dear. MEL: Erm. Yes, thank you. There's nothing like tea and crumpets is there' I feel so much more relaxed. TABBY: Oh that's good to hear, isn't it Tilda. TILDA: Yes, very good. MEL: All the same, I really must be going now. TILDA: Oh we couldn't possibly let you do that. TABBY: Oh no, not this time. TILDA: We can't possibly miss this opportunity, can we Tabby' TABBY: No we can't Tabby, not since those horrid little Kangs got suspicious of our little ways. TILDA: I am sorry, dear. MEL: What d'you mean' TILDA: Well you see, we would like you to stay for a very long time. TABBY: In fact we don't imagine you ever leaving at all. MEL: You are joking aren't you' Tilda' TABBY' TABBY: We don't see this as a matter for humour, Mel dear. We mean every word. (Tilda stands and advances on Mel. She throws her knitting over Mel's head and restrains her. Tabby thr*at Mel with her long fork.) TILDA: In our experience, Mel dear, it is much better not to struggle too much. It only causes needless distress! (Mel lets out a piercing scream.)
{"type": "series", "show": "Doctor Who", "episode": "24x06 - Paradise Towers - part 2"}
foreverdreaming
PART THREE Written by Stephen Wyatt Original air date: 19 October, 1987 Run time: 24:30 1. EXT. PARADISE TOWERS (An exterior view of the Towers, high up in the sky. The glass walls and windows of the Towers reflect the fluffy white clouds hanging in the sky.) 2. INT. TILDA AND TABBY'S APARTMENT (Tilda, Mel and Tabby are sitting in the seating area. Tabby is toasting a crumpet on a long fork over a small f*re.) TABBY: You feeling better now, dear. MEL: Erm. Yes, thank you. There's nothing like tea and crumpets is there' I feel so much more relaxed. TABBY: Oh that's good to hear, isn't it Tilda. TILDA: Yes, very good. MEL: All the same, I really must be going now. TILDA: Oh, we couldn't possibly let you do that. TABBY: Oh no, not this time. TILDA: We can't possibly miss this opportunity, can we Tabby' TABBY: No we can't Tabby, not since those horrid little Kangs got suspicious of our little ways. TILDA: I am sorry, dear. MEL: What d'you mean' TILDA: Well you see, we would like you to stay for a very long time. TABBY: In fact we don't imagine you ever leaving at all. MEL: You are joking aren't you' Tilda' TABBY' TABBY: We don't see this as a matter for humour, Mel dear. We mean every word. (Tilda stands and advances on Mel. She throws her knitting over Mel's head and restrains her. Tabby thr*at Mel with her long fork.) TILDA: In our experience, Mel dear, it is much better not to struggle too much. 3. INT. STREET (The group of Caretakers outside the Red Kang Brainquarters have made strong progress in their attempt to burn through the door with an acetylene torch.) 4. INT. RED KANG BRAINQUARTERS (The Red Kangs and the Doctor watch the effects of the cutting from the other side of the door.) THE DOCTOR: You must have a secret escape route. I mean it's not like Kangs to allow themselves to be caught like rats in a trap. BIN LINER: Red Kangs have an unseen outway but... THE DOCTOR: But what' f*re ESCAPE: The Caretakers will be in our Brainquarters too soon for the Kangs to use it. THE DOCTOR: I see. You need time. Well, I will buy you that time. I'm the reason why the Caretakers are here. Now go on, make your escape. Go on. Shoo! Build high for happiness. (The Doctor moves to the entrance door and the Red Kangs make their way across the room to their secret "outway".) 5. INT. TILDA AND TABBY'S APARTMENT (Mel is securely fastened to the armchair. Tabby is in the kitchen standing over a large cooking pot. She is putting in lots of herbs of spices. Tilda is overseeing the preparation.) MEL: Look, a joke's a joke but this gone on long enough. TILDA: Mel dear, I do think by now you should be appreciating that though Tabby and myself are not averse to a humorous remark now and then, no joke was intended. (Tilda advances thr*at towards Mel with a large kitchen Kn*fe and swings it over Mel's head. She then moves over to the hallway section of the apartment.) TILDA: (to Tabby) See if you can spot the basil. TABBY: Oh it's here somewhere. Uh, here we are. (Whilst they continue with their preparations, Mel catches sight of a Cleaner claw appearing through waste disposal unit in the kitchen behind Tabby. She screams.) TABBY: Oh what is it, dear' MEL: There's something wrong with the waste disposal unit. TABBY: No, don't talk nonsense, dear. It always makes that funny noise. MEL: I think something's coming up in it. TABBY: Don't be silly, dear. TILDA: Oh we better make sure, Tabby. TABBY: Oh very well dear. (Tabby goes over to look at the waste disposal unit whilst Tilda keeps a suspicious gaze on Mel.) TABBY: No, I can't see anything. (Mel lets out a scream as the Cleaner's claw comes from the waste disposal unit and grabs Tabby by the throat who then cries out in terror.) TILDA: Tabby! Tabby! (Tilda runs panicking into the kitchen just in time to see Tabby's legs disappear into the waste disposal unit – dragged by the force of the Cleaner. Once Tabby has gone, Tilda turns her attention around to Mel. She begins to advance towards her with the kitchen Kn*fe held poised.) TILDA: Oh, what a naughty little girl we are. Looks as though butter wouldn't melt in her mouth and now she's k*lled poor dear, Tabby. MEL: It wasn't me, Tilda. It was the thing in the waste disposal. TILDA: Fibbing now is it' I hate little fibbers. (Mel screams in panic but Tilda's thr*at advance is interrupted by Pex who kicks down the front door. He enters and moves into his familiar pose.) PEX: My name is Pex... MEL: Help, Pex, help! (He sees the thr*at situation in front of him and puts his arms out to protect himself as Tilda throws the Kn*fe in his direction. It misses him and becomes imbedded into the doorframe at his side.) PEX: No! Now look. MEL: Don't just stand there help me! Help! (Mel continues to scream whilst Pex stands is a state of confusion, clueless as to what action to take. Tilda runs over to the kitchen and picks up another Kn*fe from the drainer. Before she can throw it, the Cleaner's claw comes out of the waste disposal unit and grabs her by the throat. Tilda screams as her body is dragged inside and the hatch closes. Pex, seeing that the room is now safe to enter, moves over to Mel and starts to untie her bindings.) MEL: You arrived just in time. PEX: Mel. MEL: Yeah. PEX: Mel' Does mean that I've really helped save someone from something for the first time' MEL: I think it might. 6. INT. BASEMENT (Two Cleaners trundle towards the "No Entry" door carrying a cart each. One of the carts contains Tilda and the other contains Tabby. All that is seen of them is their fluffy slippers. The disembodied voice can be heard proclaiming, "Hungry".) 7. INT. STREET (The Caretakers watch as the acetylene torch has finally cut through the entrance door to the Red Kang Brainquarters. The Deputy Chief Caretaker stands overseeing the completion.) DEPUTY: I think you'll find that the rulebook states that I remove the last section of the door. (He moves coolly around in front of the door, composes himself and proceeds to kick down the door, dislodging the final section. Once it has been removed the Doctor appears in the opening.) THE DOCTOR: Greetings, Deputy Chief Caretaker. You look surprised to see me. I can't imagine why after all it was me you came for. DEPUTY: Seize him. (The Deputy stands aside and the other Caretakers move in and pull the Doctor up onto the street. Once there, they all close in around him.) DEPUTY: You're not alone down there, are you' THE DOCTOR: As a matter of fact I am. DEPUTY: You don't fool me, Great Architect. There are Kangs down there. THE DOCTOR: Take a look for yourself if you don't believe me. (The Doctor steps aside and motions the Deputy into the Red Kang Brainquarters. He steps down into the room but loses his balance on the rickety stairs and stumbles to the floor. The other Caretakers are amused by this. The Deputy regains his composure and turns to look up at the Doctor.) THE DOCTOR: Well' DEPUTY: I don't know what you're so pleased about. There's a 327 appendix 3 Subsection 9 Death waiting for you. (The Caretakers take hold of the Doctor. The Deputy ascends the steps out of the room to rejoin them.) 8. INT. TILDA AND TABBY'S APARTMENT (Mel is searching through some draws and comes upon a folder containing a map of Paradise Towers. She takes it over to Pex at the seating area.) PEX: What is it' MEL: It's a map of the Paradise Towers. It occurred to me that when everyone was brought here, they'd have been given a map to help them get around. PEX: Well, I wasn't. But then nobody knew that I was in the ship, did they. MEL: This building is huge, isn't it. 304 floors! (Mel stands and moves over to peer through the broken front door at the floor number written on the wall in the street.) MEL: And we must be on floor 109. (She moves back to the seating area.) PEX: Mel' MEL: Yeah' PEX: Are you want to get to the Pool in the Sky' MEL: Of course, that's where I'm meeting the Doctor. PEX: You mustn't go. MEL: That's silly and anyway here is it. (Pointing at the map) Floor 304. PEX: But Mel! MEL: What now' PEX: Only the unalive go there. MEL: Who says so' PEX: Everybody, Bin Liner and f*re Escape. MEL: Now that's odd. PEX: What' MEL: (Examining the map) Look down here where it says, "Basement", and underneath, "No plan available. Entry forbidden to all residents of Paradise Towers on pain of death". (Pex groans uneasily and Mel looks up at him.) MEL: You don't have to come. PEX: But I do. It's my job to protect you. MEL: So you're coming with me, come what may' (Pex nods his head.) 9. INT. CARETAKER HEADQUARTERS (The Chief sits at the control desk watching a monitor screen. The screen shows the demise of another Caretaker due to the smoky emissions of a Cleaner. The entrance door opens and the Chief turns off the screen. The deputy enters with the Doctor and two other Caretakers.) CHIEF CARETAKER: Welcome back, Great Architect. I'm relieved that it's you and not my Deputy who will be enjoying a 327 Appendix 3 Subsection 9 Death. For a start his demise would have involved an enormous amount of extra paper work. DEPUTY: Chief' CHIEF CARETAKER: Yes. DEPUTY: Chief, as I was coming in I heard reports that Caretaker Number 97 Stroke 2 Subsection 9 had disappeared without any known explanation. And that Caretaker 348... CHIEF CARETAKER: I'm well aware of that. DEPUTY: But Chief if this goes on and the Cleaners are out of control; how many of us are going to be left' (The Chief moves intimidatingly over to the Deputy to stand face to face with him.) CHIEF CARETAKER: Deputy Chief Caretaker, by talking out of turn in such a way, you have broken so many rules and regulations that it would take me several hours just to innumerate them. Wait outside would you. DEPUTY: Yes, Chief. (The Deputy moves out of the room and the Chief returns his attention to the Doctor.) CHIEF CARETAKER: I think it would be a very good idea if, before your death, you and I had a nice little Regulation 13 Appendix 2 final conversation. 10. INT. SQUARE (Pex and Mel arrive in the square and are greeted with the TARDIS covered in graffiti.) PEX: Kang wallscrawl. MEL: I know. PEX: Quiet! MEL: What is it now' PEX: I thought I saw a Blue Kang. (Pex hold his g*n out in front of him ready to f*re and makes his way around to the other side of the square. Mel does the same over the opposite side of the square and they come face to face causing him to jump.) MEL: Relax! Come on. (Mel and Pex then move off down one of the street going off from the square. They aren't aware of a Cleaner who glides on to the square via another street – it follows in pursuit of them.) 11. INT. CARETAKER HEADQUARTERS (The Chief Caretaker and the Doctor sit facing one another at the control desk. The Chief has a bright light trained on the Doctor.) CHIEF CARETAKER: Are you the Great Architect' THE DOCTOR: You mean you're not certain anymore' CHIEF CARETAKER: Oh I shall have you k*lled anyway but it would be interesting to know. THE DOCTOR: What makes you think I'm the Great Architect' Haven't you ever met him' CHIEF CARETAKER: (shakes his head) Just when Paradise Towers was being completed, before any of us got here, he disappeared under mysterious circumstances. Never been seen since anywhere. THE DOCTOR: How odd. CHIEF CARETAKER: Odd indeed for a being who head was apparently full of extravagant future plans. But I always knew in my bones he'd turn up again one day. Start altering things just when I'd got them the way I wanted. THE DOCTOR: And that would justify k*lling me, I mean him. CHIEF CARETAKER: Oh yeah. (The Doctor stands are starts to advance towards the Chief.) THE DOCTOR: Like everyone else you seem terrified to face up to the reality of what's happening in Paradise Towers. I mean k*lling me won't help you find out who's sending out those robotic Cleaners to k*ll people. And that's a problem that isn't going to go away. Unless, of course, you're giving the orders yourself. (The Doctor walks around the Chief who then stands, with his back to the Doctor. He turns around at the Doctor's suggestion.) CHIEF CARETAKER: What a ridiculous idea! THE DOCTOR: Perhaps but I do have a better one. CHIEF CARETAKER: And what is that' (The Doctor motions that the Chief to take the seat that he previously vacated.) THE DOCTOR: No doubt you've been allowing the Cleaners to k*ll off some of your people as well as the Kangs, for reasons which are at the moment beyond me but then I'm not a power crazed psychopath. CHIEF CARETAKER: (He stands) What did you say' THE DOCTOR: Listen you're going to k*ll me anyway so you may as well make use of my brain. (The Doctor pushes the Chief back down into his seat and makes himself comfortable on the Chief original seat.) THE DOCTOR: What I also think is happening is that, besides your activities, is that the Caretakers, the Kangs, Red, Yellow, Blue and everyone else are being k*lled off without instructions from you. And that's why you're worried. You don't know how doing it. CHIEF CARETAKER: Oh don't I! (The entrance door opens and the Deputy and other Caretakers rush inside.) DEPUTY: Report from floor 109Chief! Two of the oldsters have apparently disappeared and it's believed they've gone down the XY3 standard issue waste disposal unit. CHIEF CARETAKER: What!'! DEPUTY: It's unheard of Chief! I should remind you that under emergency regulation number 348 stroke 5 Subsection 6. CHIEF CARETAKER: Alright, alright, alright! I better go and investigate this myself. Deputy, I leave you in charge. I don't need to remind you of the consequences of second mistake. DEPUTY: No Chief. CHIEF CARETAKER: No... Perhaps we should allow the Great Architect to see a copy of the Illustrated Prospectus of Paradise Towers. Might bring back happy memories for him. Not that I shall be away long. It's against my principles to keep anyone waiting. (The Chief leaves the room and the Deputy makes himself comfortable at the control desk, putting his feet up on the desk. He looks who the Doctor who is still seated. DEPUTY: And no funny business with the rulebook this time, alright' THE DOCTOR: I'm afraid I've got far too much to worry about, Deputy Chief Caretaker. 12. INT. STREET (Mel and Pex race down the street towards the lift at the end of it.) MEL: It's all safe. Quick! (Mel checks the lift and they enter it.) MEL: Now all I have to do is press the button the 304 floor and... PEX: Um, Mel' MEL: Yes' What is it' PEX: Look! (At the other end of the street they see a cleaner racing towards to lift, it's lethal blades activated ready for use.) MEL: What is it' PEX: I'll explain later. Could you just press the button' MEL: Of course. Come on! (Mel repeatedly presses the button until, at the last moment, the door closes between them and the deadly robotic Cleaner. Mel looks at the floor indicator panel.) PEX: We call those the Cleaners and sometimes they... MEL: Pex' PEX: What' MEL: Am I imagining things' PEX: Why' MEL: Are we going up or are we going down' PEX: We're going down. MEL: But I pressed the button... PEX: The Kangs play a game you see. They get into the lift and press the buttons for all kinds of floors up and down the building. MEL: So we could be stuck in here going up and down for hours. PEX: Yes. (The Cleaner machine remains on the floor they left with its blades and drills at full activation.) 13. INT. CARETAKER HEADQUARTERS (The Doctor is sitting alone, slumped on the control desk watching the Illustrated Prospectus. The monitor screen displays many images of how the Towers looked back at its completion.) NARRATOR: "Welcome one and all to Paradise Towers, which will be your new home for a good few years to come. Some of you will understandably feel nervous at leaving everything you know for a strange new environment. But we believe once you've tasted the Paradise Towers experience you won't want to change it for any other. Our motto is "Build High for Happiness". The facilities of this mighty structure are unrivalled as you can see from these pictures." (The Doctor is distracted by a commotion over the other side of the room.) THE DOCTOR: Will you please stop! (The Doctor looks aside to where the noise has been coming from and surprisingly sees Bin Liner and f*re Escape standing there to greet him. The Caretakers are on the floor tied up. The Doctor greets them with the standard Kang greeting.) BIN LINER: How you do, Doctor. THE DOCTOR: How you do. Bin Liner, f*re Escape, how did you get here' f*re ESCAPE: We track you down the Carrydoors, creep in when the Chief Caretaker left and bundle up these others. BIN LINER: Sorry to disturb you. THE DOCTOR: Not at all, I'm delighted to see you. Ah, whoops. (The Doctor goes to leave with them but remembers to collect the DVD containing the Illustrated Prospectus of Paradise Towers. He moves over to join the Red Kangs at the door but not before gloating to the Deputy tied up on the floor.) THE DOCTOR: I'm sure there are some rules to govern this, Deputy Chief. (The Deputy can do little more than groan through his mouth gag.) THE DOCTOR: That's the most intelligent thing he's said so far. (The two Red Kangs and the Doctor exit the headquarters leaving the humiliated Caretakers bound and gagged.) 14. INT. TILDA AND TABBY'S APARTMENT (The Chief Caretaker and Maddy are together in the kitchen area. He is making note of the situation on his clipboard.) MADDY: Well, I can't think of any other explanation can you' CHIEF CARETAKER: Since you ask, thousands. MADDY: Well, it's never happened before. We Rezzies are all very frightened. CHIEF CARETAKER: Well you have my assurance; there is no cause for panic. MADDY: No cause for panic' CHIEF CARETAKER: No. MADDY: No cause for panic' CHIEF CARETAKER: No. MADDY: Two of my next door neighbours have just disappeared down the waste disposal chute. I wouldn't wish that on anybody. CHIEF CARETAKER: I will conduct a full investigation on the matter. In due course a report will be issued to all residents. And you may rest assured there'll be no cover up. No cover up whatsoever. On the other hand I would urge you for the moment to keep the matter quiet. We don't want to alarm people unduly, do we' MADDY: We'll I'm not really sure I ought to. CHIEF CARETAKER: Not that I would wish to bribe you to hold your tongue in anyway but rules can be made flexible. And it could be arranged for you to move into this flat instead of your own. It is substantially larger. And after all what's the good of panicking people when I repeat everything is under control. MADDY: Well I'd hate to upset anybody. CHIEF CARETAKER: Exactly. And now if you'll excuse me I think I will depart and begin my investigation. In the basement, perhaps. (He walks out of the apartment leaving Maddy alone and rather concerned.) 15. INT. THE LIFT (Pex and Mel stand in the lift as the floor indicator shows that they are travelling upwards.) MEL: Well is suppose it is one way of seeing the Paradise Towers, just so long as nothing goes wrong with the lift. (The lights go out for a moment before returning.) PEX: What did you' MEL: Oh I doesn't matter really. It's just if the lift gets completely stuck between floors... (The lift gets stuck between floors.) MEL: And the lights go out. (The lights go out.) PEX: Oh, I hate the dark. (Pex and Mel cling to one another for comfort in the darkness.) 16. INT. RED KANG BRAINQUARTERS (The Doctor enters the Brainquarters through the "unseen outway". The other Kangs are gathered around. Bin Liner follows him inside but f*re Escape is already present.) THE DOCTOR: Well Kangs, I must say there's no place like home. And this is no place like home. BIN LINER: Be seated, Doctor. f*re ESCAPE: And drink. (She hands him another can of fizzy drink.) THE DOCTOR: Thank you, f*re Escape. But before we do anything else, we must view the Illustrated Prospectus. Now which pocket did I put it in' (He starts to rummage through his many pockets.) 17. INT. THE LIFT (Mel and Pex are attempting to examine the lift controls in darkness.) MEL: Hand on, I think I've found something. The controls are really stiff though. PEX: Here, let me. (He picks up Mel and lifts her aside. With one kick, he dislodges the control and the lift comes to life again. The floor indicator shows that they are descending.) MEL: Well done, Pex! Except we seem to be going down. Very fast! (The floor indicator goes crazy and the lift starts to shake as it plummets to the depths of Paradise Towers.) 18. INT. RED KANG BRAINQUARTERS (The Red Kangs and the Doctor are sitting in a group around a monitor screen mounted on a small table. Bin Liner is setting up the equipment.) BIN LINER: All shape ship and ready, Doctor. THE DOCTOR: Ah, the beginning's not important, Bin Liner. Wind it on. (She moves the prospectus on a few minutes until he indicates her to stop. Then she sits down and joins the other viewers as they watch the Prospectus.) NARRATOR: "Paradise Towers has been specially designed for you by Kroagnon, universally known as the Great Architect. The genius responsible for Golden Dream Park, The Bridge of Perpetual Motion, Miracle City..." THE DOCTOR: Miracle City! (The Doctor jolts to attention and points at the screen.) 19. INT. THE LIFT/THE BASEMENT (The Lift finally comes to a halt at the very depths of Paradise Towers – The Basement. Mel and Pex jump at it stops. They gather themselves as the door opens looking out into the Basement.) MEL: Where are we now' PEX: Oh no. MEL: What is it' PEX: I think we're in the basement. MEL: As in, "Forbidden to all residents of Paradise Towers on pain of death". (Across from the lift, a Cleaner carries the body of yet another Caretaker through the door marked "No Entry". From inside a deep rumbling voice can be heard to utter "Soon! Soon! Soon I shall be free!") MEL: You hear that! We have to get out of here. (Mel and Pex become alert with fear. She frantically starts to activate the lift controls whilst Pex looks on flustered.) 20. INT. RED KANG BRAINQUARTERS (The Doctor removes the DVD from the player whilst all the Red Kangs watch him intently.) THE DOCTOR: Kroagnon was a brilliant architect. And Miracle City. His masterpiece. Only... BIN LINER: Only' THE DOCTOR: Only he refused to move out and let anybody move in. He thought that people would destroy the beauty of his work. But they got him. Only those who moved in lived to regret it. f*re ESCAPE: He made them unalive. THE DOCTOR: Nothing could be proven so he got away with it. And as I said he was a brilliant architect. And space is a big place so he got other work. Of course, including Paradise Towers. BIN LINER: Blank walls and cleaners. THE DOCTOR: Quite. And then he disappeared. Mayhaps, my dear Red Kangs, mayhaps your parents thought they were being very clever by trapping him in his own building so that he wouldn't finish it. But if they did such a thing it was very foolish. Because no matter how deep they buried him in Paradise Towers, he's bound to get out in the end. 21. INT. STREET (The Chief Caretaker strides purposefully down one street when he notices a Cleaner, still and silent at the other end.) CHIEF: Oi! What are you doing there Robotic Cleaner 479' I didn't order you to stand there. Get back to the 67Y Ghetto at once. (The Cleaner suddenly comes to life and its blades start to activate. He advances on the Chief, motioning for him to go where it says.) CHIEF: Do you hear my orders' What do you think you're doing Robotic Cleaner 479' Look there's no need for this. Really there isn't. No need at all. I was on my way to the basement anyway. 22. INT. THE LIFT (Pex and Mel are still on the basement level trying to get the lift to ascend. Mel frantically hits the controls as Pex watches.) MEL: Oh we've got to get out of here. This is really jammed this time. PEX: Shall I h*t it' MEL: Alright give it a try. What have we got to lose' Come on, Pex. (Pex kicks the lever control several times until it finally succumbs to his force. The door closes and the lift starts to ascend.) MEL: Well done, Pex. Going up. (The couple cling to one another with joy as they watch the floor indicator signal their ascent.) 23. INT. RED KANG BRAINQUARTERS (The Kangs are still sitting on the floor gathered around the Doctor.) BIN LINER: So what must Red Kangs do, Doctor' f*re ESCAPE: We'll fight for you! (f*re Escape jumps up excitedly, rousing the other Red Kangs.) RED KANGS: Yes!!!! THE DOCTOR: More than that. You must tell me all you know. I mean that door with smoke coming out of it. Where is it' (Bin Liner and f*re Escape give one another a nervous look.) THE DOCTOR: Please, it's important. BIN LINER: In the basement. The Cleaners have a secret alleviator. Red Kangs have used it and seen... THE DOCTOR: And seen what' BIN LINER: Things they couldn't speak of. (The Doctor stands up ready for action.) THE DOCTOR: I'm going down to the basement to find out what's going on. BIN LINER: I'll go and look with you, Doctor. f*re ESCAPE: And me! RED KANGS: And me! And me! And me! (The Doctor stands at the door as the Red Kangs jumped excitedly around.) THE DOCTOR: f*re Escape, Bin Liner and Air Duct you come with me. The rest stay here. (As he is about to leave, the temporary cover over the door that the Red Kangs have using since the Caretaker cut through the original one is moved aside. Standing in the doorway are the Blue Kangs. They are headed by Drinking Fountain, their leader.) DRINKING FOUNTAIN: No. Red Kangs leave no outlooks. Blue Kangs have got into their Brain Quarters and won the game. Blue Kangs are best! (The Kangs, Red and Blue then enter into a verbal battle of who is the best, each just as aggressive as the other.) THE DOCTOR: Please! Please! Please! This is no time for games. The future of Paradise Towers is at stake. We must all work together. You have got to help us. D'you understand' DRINKING FOUNTAIN: But Blue Kangs have won! 24. INT. CARETAKER HEADQUARTERS (The Deputy stands at the control desk watched by his subordinates. He is using the communicator in an attempt to contact the Chief Caretaker.) DEPUTY: Chief! Chief' Chief. It's no good. I can't trace him anywhere. 25. INT. RED KANG BRAINQUARTERS (The Doctor is trying to reason with all the Kangs. He surrounded by both Blue and Red Kangs.) THE DOCTOR: Look, you've got to believe me. I'm sure the Red Kangs will agree that you've won this round of the game. And there won't be many rounds worth playing if we don't discover who's ordering the k*lling. Will you let us go to the basement' DRINKING FOUNTAIN: More. I will come with you. THE DOCTOR: Good. Then you'll see with your own eyes what's going on. (The Doctor and the Blue Kangs exit into the street.) DRINKING FOUNTAIN: Blue Kang eyespy saw Chief Caretaker footing it there too. THE DOCTOR: We must hurry. What's the quickest way to get there' BIN LINER: (from inside the Brainquarters) We must use the Cleaner's secret alleviator. THE DOCTOR: Ah right. To the basement! Build high for happiness. (They all re-enter the Brainquarters and leave via the "unseen outway".) ALL KANGS: Build high for happiness. 26. INT. THE LIFT/EXT. FLOOR 304 (Mel and Pex watch the floor indicator as it shows they are ever closer to the top floor and the pool.) MEL: 300. 301. 302. 303. 30... We made it! (The lift door open and the natural light shines inside. The sound of musak can be heard playing.) MEL: I just don' believe it. I really don't. (They run from the lift, across the forecourt and over to the pool area. All the time Pex looks around nervously. They stand at the top end of the pool.) MEL: And look here it is. Oh, it's just how I imagined it. Why don't the residents of the Towers ever use it, Pex' PEX: It's the home of the unalive. We shouldn't be here. MEL: I think that's all nonsense. Don't you think it's wonderful to be somewhere calm and clean and relaxing' PEX: It makes me nervous. (Mel bends down and dips her hand into the water as Pex looks around nervously.) MEL: Oh everything makes you nervous. (Mel stands again and looks excitedly at the water.) MEL: I'm glad this is where I agreed to meet the Doctor. Aren't you going to have a swim, Pex' I just don't understand you. I think all that talk of it being dangerous is just a trick by the Caretakers so they don't have to come and clean up the pool all the time. Well come on, lets investigate. Just a few minutes to take the weight off my feet and then it's straight in to that lovely cool water. (Mel moves over to one of the seating loungers around the pool and sits down. Pex does so also. She looks at him condescendingly then closes her eyes. Both of them fail to notice a yellow, robotic, crap-like Cleaner in the pool. It rises to observe them before falling again.) 27. INT. THE BASEMENT (The Cleaner pushes the Chief Caretaker towards his "pet" represented by the neon lights through the "No Entry" door.) CHIEF CARETAKER: Look, I don't understand what the matter is, my beauty. I've always made sure you had lot of tender little morsels to keep you big and strong. So why are giving the cleaners orders that aren't my orders and cleaning people I didn't tell you to k*ll. VOICE: Because the bodies the Cleaners brought were not right. CHIEF CARETAKER: Not right' What for' VOICE: For me to live in. CHIEF CARETAKER: To live in' I don't understand my pet. VOICE: Neither could they. That was the problem. (The door at the other end of the basement corridor opens and the Doctor and the Kangs cautiously enter. They keep out of sight, pressed against the wall. They watch with interest.) CHIEF CARETAKER: You see all these bodies disappearing. People are starting to notice you know. VOICE: No matter. CHIEF CARETAKER: What did you say' VOICE: I am ready now. I have my plan. CHIEF CARETAKER: Look it's nice to have you chattier than usual, my pet. But I do think you might be a bit more grateful for all I've done for you. VOICE: You have done all I need you to do. I need only one more thing from you. CHIEF CARETAKER: Oh do you' And suppose I won't give it to you' VOICE: You have no choice. I am Kroagnon, the Great Architect and I will put an end to you and everyone in Paradise Towers. (The Chief is pushes forward by the Cleaner and into a machine. An opaque funnel begins to descend on him and obscures him from view. As it does so he lets out a terrified scream. The Doctor and the Kangs come out from their hiding place and watch this happen.) BIN LINER: Ware Cleaners! THE DOCTOR: Back to the lift. (f*re Escape is hesitant thinking she can use her w*apon on a Kang but the Doctor gestures for them to run.) f*re ESCAPE: Wait, Doctor. THE DOCTOR: Back! (f*re Escape fires her w*apon, hitting a Cleaner but it has no effect on it. Taken off guard, another Cleaner appears and uses its claw to grab the Doctor by the throat and proceeds to strangle him.) DRINKING FOUNTAIN: Doctor!!!
{"type": "series", "show": "Doctor Who", "episode": "24x07 - Paradise Towers - part 3"}
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PART FOUR Written by Stephen Wyatt Original air date: 26 October, 1987 Run time: 24:21 1. EXT. PARADISE TOWERS (An exterior view of the Towers, high up in the sky. The glass walls and windows of the Towers reflect the fluffy white clouds hanging in the sky.) 2. INT. THE BASEMENT (The Cleaner pushes the Chief Caretaker towards his "pet" represented by the neon lights through the "No Entry" door.) VOICE: You have no choice. I am Kroagnon, the Great Architect, and I will put an end to you and everyone in Paradise Towers. (The Chief is pushed forward by the Cleaner and into a machine. An opaque cylinder begins to descend on him and obscures him from view. As it does so, he lets out a loud scream. The Doctor and the Kangs come out from their hiding place and watch this happen.) BIN LINER: Ware Cleaners! THE DOCTOR: Back to the lift. (f*re Escape is hesitant, thinking she can use her w*apon on a Kang, but the Doctor gestures for them to run.) f*re ESCAPE: Wait, Doctor. THE DOCTOR: Back! (f*re Escape fires her w*apon, hitting a Cleaner, but it has no effect on it. Taken off guard, another Cleaner appears. With its claw it grabs the Doctor by the throat and proceeds to strangle him.) DRINKING FOUNTAIN: Doctor! Now. (She fires her w*apon and the arrow hits the Cleaner, causing a malfunction, and thus it loses its grip on the Doctor. The Doctor and the Kangs quickly run for the exit door and it closes, placing a barrier between them and the Cleaners. Back in Kroagnon's lair, the large opaque cylinder rises, revealing what used to be the Chief Caretaker. His skin now has a silvery sheen and his clothing looks clean and shiny. Kroagnon now inhabits the Chief's body. He steps out from the machinery and moves to address the Cleaners who gather around him.) KROAGNON: Attention all Robotic Cleaners. Attention all Robotic Cleaners. At last Kroagnon can leave the basement prison they trapped his bodiless brain in and return in this borrowed body to the corridors and lifts of his own creation. They buried me away because I wanted to stop them using the Towers. And now you and I will destroy them. 3. INT. THE STREET (The Doctor and the mixture of Kangs race down the street. The Doctor is clearly out of breath lagging behind.) THE DOCTOR: Just a moment, please stop! Please! The immediate danger's over. And I wouldn't mind getting my breath back. (The Doctor sits down on an old crate at the side of the corridor. The three Kangs - Drinking Fountain (Blue Kang Leader), f*re Escape (Red Kang Leader) and Bin Liner (Red Kang) - kneel down beside him. A fourth Red Kang stands guard at the end of the corridor.) DRINKING FOUNTAIN: The Doctor really is ice hot. THE DOCTOR: Very hot! DRINKING FOUNTAIN: Not a yawny Oldster. THE DOCTOR: Now, you understand the dangerous position we're in. We must gather all the Kangs together. f*re ESCAPE: And is the Chief Caretaker really unalive? THE DOCTOR: As himself, yes. But you saw what happened. Up till now Kroagnon's simply been a mind without a body, as your parents must have left him. However, I fear he may have spent his time down there devising a way of performing Corpoelectroscopy - a way of transplanting his brilliant brain to some host body. BIN LINER: And what's the come out, Doctor? THE DOCTOR: Oh, I can't be certain. But Kroagnon won't want to stay locked up in his basement much longer. He's bound to show himself in one form or another. 4. EXT. FLOOR 304 / THE POOL (Pex is sitting at the side of the pool whilst Mel bobs around in the water, enjoying herself.) MEL: Oh, the water's really lovely. You really ought to come and join me, Pex. It'll do you the world of good. There's really nothing to be frightened of. (Mel fails to see the Yellow Robotic Crab-like Pool Cleaner as it comes up behind her. It grabs hold of her and she lets out a scream. Pex is alerted and jumps to his feet, uncertain of what to do.) 5. INT. RED KANG HEADQUARTERS (The hideout is bustling with activity. The Doctor rests against a large blue barrel. The Red and Blue Kangs are present.) THE DOCTOR: It's taking over the building floor by floor. (Bin Liner is on the Talky phone.) BIN LINER: Return to Red Kang Base and Ware Cleaners! Build High for Happiness. (She replaces the receiver onto it's position on the Drinking Machine.) THE DOCTOR: Is f*re Escape going to join us? (Bin Liner nods.) THE DOCTOR: Are all the Kangs here? Red? Blue? DRINKING FOUNTAIN: Yes. Except for those... THE DOCTOR: Those who've been made unalive. Yes. Well, when f*re Escape gets here we must all make for the Great Pool in the Sky. 6. EXT. FLOOR 304 / THE POOL (The Yellow Pool Cleaner is attempting to drag Mel under the water. Her head goes under a few times but she struggles to remain above the surface of the water. Pex runs around the side of the pool in a state of confusion and panic.) MEL: Pex, do something! PEX: But what should I do? MEL: Anything! (The Cleaner bobs up and down in the water thr*at Mel with its claws and mechanical tendrils that are wrapped around Mel's body.) PEX: Help! Help! MEL: Can't you think of anything else? (Again the Cleaner pulls Mel beneath to the surface of the water. When she struggles back up again, she makes a lunge in the direction of Pex, reaching for his g*n.) MEL: Quick. Give me that! (She takes the g*n from Pex and splashes her way out of the pool as the Cleaner advances after her. She turns and fires directly at it causing an expl*si*n. The Cleaner buzzes and crackle and sinks to the bottom of the pool. Mel stands panting on the edge of the pool with Pex.) PEX: Mel, I did warn you. (Mel turns to look at Pex in frustrated disbelief.) 7. INT. THE CARETAKERS' HEADQUARTERS (The Deputy Chief Caretaker stands in front of the bank of monitor screens as he addresses his fellow caretakers.) DEPUTY CHIEF CARETAKER: Attention all Caretakers. Regulation ZZZ is now in operation. This overrides all other rules and regulations. I repeat, this overrides all other rules and regulations. All Caretakers to act with extreme caution and get back here as fast as they can. (The monitor screens display various Caretakers running down the corridors in response to his instructions.) 8. EXT. FLOOR 304 / THE POOL (Mel and Pex are sitting on a lounger at the side of the pool. Mel has dried off and put her clothes back on. Pex looks very glum.) MEL: Pex. PEX: What? MEL: I'm sorry. (She is distracted by a sound coming from the other end of the pool - behind a curtain.) MEL: What's that? PEX: Where? MEL: Well there's a rustling sound coming from over there. PEX: I only checked it a few minutes ago. MEL: Shall I go? PEX: If you want. (Taking a deep breath, Mel puts her towel aside and walks as nonchalantly as possible towards the curtained-off area. Pex cautiously follows her, getting his g*n out just in case. She pulls aside the curtains to see nothing there.) PEX: Nothing there? MEL: No. PEX: Sure? MEL: Of course. See for yourself. (Suddenly the Doctor bursts through the curtain, startling both Pex and Mel. Mel gasps but is then relieved.) MEL: Doctor! THE DOCTOR: I'm sorry to give you such a shock, Mel, but this is where the Cleaner service lift appears to come out. MEL: Oh, Doctor, it's so good to see you! THE DOCTOR: And you, Mel, and you! (The Doctor and Mel hug. The Doctor notices Pex and reaches out his hand and doffs his hat.) THE DOCTOR: Um, how d'you do? MEL: This is Pex. THE DOCTOR: Ah. I believe you've met my friends before. (The Doctor steps back and pulls the curtain back to reveal the Kangs. Pex takes up a defensive stance and eyes them suspiciously.) 9. INT. THE STREET (Smoke starts to fill the corridor. A Caretaker appears at the end of it, clutching his throat and coughing. He falls to the ground d*ad. Kroagnon, inhabiting the Chief Caretaker's body, walks awkwardly down the corridor followed by a Cleaner that belches out smoke.) KROAGNON: Search hard, My Cleaners, search hard. Bring them all out! All the nasty human beings! The Caretakers! The Residents! The Kangs! All of them! We'll be back to collect the rubbish later. 10. EXT. FLOOR 304 / THE POOL (The Kangs are sitting in a united group along the side of the pool with Pex alone at the end. The Doctor and Mel are pacing up and down at the head of the pool.) MEL: Imagine building this beautiful pool and filling it with mechanical K*llers. THE DOCTOR: The rest of the Towers would have been like this pool if he'd had his way. A k*ller in every corner. MEL: And you're sure Kroagnon's been let loose again? THE DOCTOR: Oh, very much so. But we know so little about his plans. He had years to brood over what he wants to do. But we've no time to come up with a counter plan. (f*re Escape moves over to Pex to taunt him, with the other seated Red and Blue Kangs willing her on.) f*re ESCAPE: Did Mel make the creature unalive for you? DRINKING FOUNTAIN: And stop you being taken to the cleaners? (Pex nods his head shamefully.) f*re ESCAPE: Then Mel is a Kang after all. (They all look around at the Doctor and Mel conversing at the other end of the Pool.) PEX: I'll show you all. I will put the world of Paradise Towers to rights. BIN LINER: Oh, yes? PEX: Yes! f*re ESCAPE: You're a cowardly cutlet, Pex. You will always hide, always. (All the Kangs laugh at Pex. Mel and the Doctor watch the unruly group.) MEL: They shouldn't treat him like that. THE DOCTOR: That's Paradise Towers in a nutshell, I'm afraid. The Red Kangs didn't trust the Blue Kangs. And none of them trusted the Caretakers. And the Rezzies, from your account, prey on whoever they can and trust no one either. And all of them despise poor old Pex. Oh, the Great Architect must be delighted. How are we going to unite the people of Paradise Towers to defeat him? MEL: We'll find a way. We have to. (The Doctor looks despairingly at Mel. All through their conversation, the Kang chants of "He's a Cowardly Cutlet" have been building, directed at Pex. Unable to take anymore, Pex storms off in the direction of the way out. He walks past the Doctor and Mel. She goes to follow him.) MEL: Pex, don't go. Pex! (All of those gathered around the pool are stunned into silence and stillness at the unexpected arrival of three Rezzies, lead by Maddy. She steps timidly forward to address them all.) MADDY: I... that is we... we the Rezzies... the remaining Rezzies that is, want to talk to you all. I think we may need your help. 11. INT. THE CARETAKERS' HEADQUARTERS (The Deputy Chief Caretaker sits alone, solemnly staring at the floor. The main door to the room opens with a hum and what the Deputy thinks is the Chief walks in - Kroagnon. The Deputy jumps up looking pleased.) DEPUTY CHIEF CARETAKER: Well, Chiefy, I thought you were lost. I... (He stops as he sees two Cleaners through the doorway behind the Chief (Kroagnon). He notices the Chief's slightly odd appearance - he has a silvery sheen to his face and clothing. He starts to advance awkwardly towards the Deputy.) KROAGNON: The Towers have become appallingly dirty. DEPUTY CHIEF CARETAKER: Sorry? KROAGNON: The whole place is polluted with flesh, living flesh. DEPUTY CHIEF CARETAKER: Flesh? Did you say living flesh? KROAGNON: Yes. DEPUTY CHIEF CARETAKER: But Chief, you... KROAGNON: Deputy, may I remind you that there is a rulebook and the rulebook says that the orders of the Chief Caretaker are never to be questioned. DEPUTY CHIEF CARETAKER: Yes, yes. Of course, of course, Chief. Unless... KROAGNON: Unless...? (Kroagnon starts to advance menacingly towards the Deputy, who starts to back away in the direction of the door.) DEPUTY CHIEF CARETAKER: Well, I think you may recall that there are certain cases specified when the rulebook can be overridden, and that is when the Chief Caretaker... KROAGNON: Yes...? DEPUTY CHIEF CARETAKER: ...just isn't the Chief Caretaker. (The Deputy Chief Caretaker turns around and runs out of the door. He leaps over the Cleaners that are in the way and races down the corridor. Kroagnon goes to the door and addresses the Cleaners.) KROAGNON: Leave him. Leave him. We'll clean him up when we clean up all the others. 12. EXT. FLOOR 304 / THE POOL (The Doctor, Mel, Pex, the Red Kangs and the Blue Kangs are all gathered around to hear the information provided by the Rezzies who are seated on a sofa.) MADDY: The Cleaners have reached about floor 115 now. All the Rezzies, that can, have moved up to the higher floors, but not everyone was quick enough. (The Doctor points to the map on the table in the centre of everyone so that they can all see how high the Cleaners have reached.) THE DOCTOR: And you're sure that person ordering the Cleaners to do this looks like the Chief Caretaker? (Maddy simply nods.) BIN LINER: But he's unalive, Doctor. We saw it. THE DOCTOR: Exactly. So the Great Architect has taken over his body. (f*re Escape leans forward to cast accusations.) f*re ESCAPE: Why should we believe her? Rezzies are full of untruth and Kangs. Rotten old rubber neck... THE DOCTOR: Please, please, be quiet. Be quiet. (He hushes the Kang grumblings and reassures Maddy to continue as she consults, in hushed tones, with her fellow Rezzies.) MADDY: Of course, I know that we residents have not always been as neighbourly as we might have been. But some have been worse than others. And the worst have gone... down the waste disposal chute. (The Doctor looks disapprovingly at this. Mel and Pex exchange looks, remembering the event described.) MADDY: But those of us who are left want to let bygones be bygones. We're all in danger now and well, we're very sorry for what we did and we won't do it again. If we all survive that is. We need each other's help. THE DOCTOR: Well, you Kangs, what d'you say to that? (Drinking Fountain and another Blue Kang and f*re Escape and Bin Liner, representing the Red Kangs, get into a secret huddle to discuss, whilst the others wait. The huddle breaks up and they address the group.) BIN LINER: I won't say Rezzies are Ice Hot but yes she's not telling untruths. And yes, we'll help each other. THE DOCTOR: All agreed? Pex? f*re ESCAPE: Don't ask him. He's a cowardly cutlet. THE DOCTOR: f*re Escape!! Pex? (Pex waits for silence and grimly nods his head.) f*re ESCAPE: We work with Rezzies - no to-do. We work with Pex - no to-do. But the Caretakers? (All the Kangs get to their feet to proclaim as one voice.) KANGS: Never, ever!!! (Suddenly they have to spin around as they are interrupted by the subtle coughing of the Deputy Chief Caretaker who stands behind them.) DEPUTY CHIEF CARETAKER: Excuse me. I'm sorry to intrude like this, but I wondered if I might have a word with you all. 13. INT. THE CARETAKERS' HEADQUARTERS (Kroagnon stands at a transparent map of Paradise Towers and, with a highlighting marker pen, he marks the last floor that Cleaners have reached.) KROAGNON: 170. All the messy creatures will be moving up to the swimming pool zone on floor 304. Luckily they won't have time to make it too untidy before I destroy them. I have nothing to fear. Nobody knows my Paradise Towers better than I do. (He sits down at the desk and watches blankly at the monitor screens displaying the Cleaners busily going about their k*ller sprees.) 14. EXT. FLOOR 304 / THE POOL (Everyone stands ready, awaiting the planning process. The Doctor checks his watch and pockets it again.) THE DOCTOR: We have very little time, so we must think clearly. Now Kroagnon, as we now must call the Chief Caretaker, is firmly installed in your headquarters. Am I right, Deputy Chief? DEPUTY CHIEF CARETAKER: Yes, Doctor. THE DOCTOR: So we must find a way of getting him out again. BIN LINER: Set a trap for him! THE DOCTOR: Precisely. MADDY: We used to do that a lot with the rats. MEL: But what about the Cleaners? THE DOCTOR: First, we must immobilise as many as we can. DEPUTY CHIEF CARETAKER: Doctor? THE DOCTOR: Yes? DEPUTY CHIEF CARETAKER: I know it's against the rulebook to say this, but I suppose these are exceptional circumstances. THE DOCTOR: They could be described thus, yes. DEPUTY CHIEF CARETAKER: Well, on the 245 Sodium Street, Corridor 75, there's a secret emergency supply kept for pest going out of control. MEL: An emergency supply of what? DEPUTY CHIEF CARETAKER: expl*sives. MEL: That'll do it. f*re ESCAPE: Ice Hot! BIN LINER: With expl*sives and arrogance we can blow out the Cleaners, no problem. DRINKING FOUNTAIN: Send the Cleaners to the Cleaners. ALL: Yes!! (They all laugh.) MADDY: Most of the Rezzies make table cloths. We could throw them over the Cleaners to slow them down for you to sh**t. f*re ESCAPE: Ice Hot, Maddy! THE DOCTOR: (to Mel) We seem to be getting somewhere at last. (Everyone seems jubilant at there ideas, there is lots of merriment and clapping.) 15. INT. THE CARETAKERS' HEADQUARTERS (Kroagnon continues to make his marks on the transparent map.) KROAGNON: 163. Time to see what the human garbage is up to in the swimming pool zone. (He moves to the desk and activates a control. One monitor screen goes blank and the computer voice speaks out.) COMPUTER VOICE: By express order of the Great Architect, surveillance of the swimming pool is not allowed. Not allowed. (Kroagnon growls with anger.) 16. EXT. FLOOR 304 / THE POOL (The inhabitants of Paradise Towers in the swimming pool area are so overjoyed at their ideas they forget the urgency of the situation and need the Doctor to calm things.) THE DOCTOR: Please! Please! We must move on to the main problem. (As silence is regained, the Doctor starts to wander around the pool to ponder. Bin Liner and f*re Escape follow him.) THE DOCTOR: How to persuade Kroagnon to leave his safety and come to a place of our choosing where we can trap and defeat him. DEPUTY CHIEF CARETAKER: He'll never leave there until we're all wiped out. We'll never manage to break. I should know that. THE DOCTOR: Well there is a way that might just work. f*re ESCAPE: What's that, Doctor? THE DOCTOR: Well you see, Kroagnon is undoubtedly a very clever and very proud being, and like many clever and proud beings likes to be appreciated by his equals. Now, I think if he had the chance to meet such a person, he would leave his lair to do so. MEL: Doctor, you're not going to go and... THE DOCTOR: I've no choice, Mel. I mean, in all honesty, I am the only obvious candidate. MEL: You'll go out there and show yourself and be k*lled. THE DOCTOR: Oh no, no, no. That would be extremely futile. I will allow myself to be seen, and then somebody will go to Kroagnon and offer to lead him to me - right into our little trap. Now that person has a far more difficult and dangerous mission than I. (Everyone looks around awkwardly and goes silent until one person speaks out.) PEX: I will go to Kroagnon. I am Pex and I am the... f*re ESCAPE: A Cowardly Cutlet. (All the Kangs laugh raucously. Pex is hurt but Mel looks on encouragingly.) PEX: Well you all have tasks to do. Caretakers, Residents, Kangs, why should only Pex be left out. Pex the trained fighting machine. Pex the only... BIN LINER: The scaredy cat. (Again their riotous laughter silences Pex.) MEL: Pex, are you sure you want to do this? PEX: Yes, I am. THE DOCTOR: So be it. 17. INT. THE CARETAKERS' HEADQUARTERS (The monitor screen continues to display the Cleaners going about their task of destruction. Kroagnon looks at his map but is interrupted by a bing from the control desk. Suddenly a screen comes to life and shows the Doctor's face. Kroagnon walks towards it.) THE DOCTOR: Hello, there, Kroagnon. This is the Doctor speaking. I don't believe we've met, though no doubt you've heard of me. (Kroagnon just growls at the arrogance.) THE DOCTOR: I thought so. Anyway, I'd heard so much about Paradise Towers I thought I'd come and take a look and, believe me, I'm very disappointed. It displays exactly what everyone says is your usual failure as an architect - not making allowances for people. Still, I'm sure if we managed to work together, we might just about make this place habitable. I've a few ideas which I might give to you if you can be bothered to listen. Bye for now. (The Doctor's screen goes black and Kroagnon again growls with anger.) 18. INT. THE STREET (A Cleaner moves into yet another corridor to gas yet more unfortunates. Maddy appears from one of the flats to address it. Behind Maddy are two other residents. It stops in its tracks to hear here speak.) MADDY: Oh, excuse me. Excuse me. I hope you don't mind my mentioning it, but I think you missed some rubbish in the street back there. (The Cleaner starts to turn around to return to the previous corridor.) MADDY: Charge!! (When its back is turned, Maddy ducks down and the two other residents rush forward and throw a table cloth over the Cleaner's eyes, blocking its vision. They then run off, and Drinking Fountain appears in another doorway and aims a bolt from her w*apon, hitting the Cleaner. The Cleaner explodes and then falls silent.) 19. INT. THE RED KANG HEADQUARTERS (As the Kangs busy themselves gathering together essential pieces of equipment and setting up the expl*sive around the room, the Doctor and Mel are talking with Pex to prepare him.) THE DOCTOR: Now, are you clear what you have to do, Pex? MEL: And you are sure you want to go through with it? PEX: I won't be unbrave again. THE DOCTOR: Remember, Pex, you must get him out of the CARETAKERS' HEADQUARTERS as quick as you can so that he doesn't see what's happening to the Cleaner. But then, once he's out, take as long as you can. We need time, no heroics, just a cool clear head. PEX: I can manage. THE DOCTOR: Good luck, Pex. (The Doctor shakes his hand and then walks off leaving Pex with Mel.) MEL: I've been asked to give you this, Pex. It's a Kang bracelet. They wanted to give it to you. They think you're not a scaredy cat any longer but a real Kang. Good luck, Pex. (She places the bracelet on his wrist and then kisses his cheek. He looks embarrassed. He gives Mel his g*n.) PEX: You take this, Mel. Can't use it this time. (f*re Escape, Bin Liner and Mel watch Pex earnestly leave. Bin Liner hands him a stick of expl*sives.) 20. INT. THE STREET (Another cleaner moves smoothly into the corridor but is confronted by Drinking Fountain and her w*apon. She fires and yet another Cleaner is dispatched. Residents, Caretakers and Kangs join her as she celebrates its immobilising.) DRINKING FOUNTAIN: Come on, on to the next one. (They all move off, following here from the corridor, leaving the smoking remains of the Cleaner.) 21. INT. THE CARETAKERS' HEADQUARTERS (Pex is displayed on one of the monitor screens as he boldly addresses Kroagnon.) KROAGNON: So you say you could lead me to this so-called Doctor who dares to mock me? PEX: Yes, he and the other... mobile rubbish have found a place to hide that they think you don't know about. And they're there planning ways of resistance. KROAGNON: If you deliver me this Doctor, I'll give you a safe way out. 22. INT. THE RED KANG HEADQUARTERS (Mel descends the stairs into the room and goes to see the Doctor. Other Kangs are busying around with the expl*sives.) MEL: Doctor? THE DOCTOR: Yes? MEL: The door's nearly back in place anyway but they're having trouble with the fortamoliscope (sic) opening device. THE DOCTOR: I better give them a hand. See what you can do to help the Kangs down there. Oh, and Mel, don't forget to leave the escape hatch uncovered so that I can make my exit. (He makes his way to the main entrance door and passes Bin Liner by its side.) THE DOCTOR: Oh I just hope that Pex doesn't lose his nerve and hurry. Otherwise it won't be Kroagnon who's caught in a booby trap, it'll be us. 23. INT. THE SQUARE (Various Kangs are splattered around the square, out of sight from the approaching Pex and Kroagnon. Two Cleaners follow them.) KROAGNON: This is not some trick is it? PEX: No! No! KROAGNON: I've only just began to enjoy walking around my marvellous Towers in this body and I wouldn't deal very kindly with anybody who was stupid enough to lay a trap for me. (They stop just inside the square. Pex looks anxiously aside. Kroagnon taps Pex on the shoulder and startles him.) KROAGNON: Not frightened, are you? PEX: I... I think we ought to hurry, Great Architect. Please, let's hurry. KROAGNON: As you wish. (Pex walks off. Kroagnon goes to follow him but senses something around him. He turns but sees nothing behind him except for the TARDIS sitting in the corner covered in wallscrawl. He walks onwards, still awkwardly as he cannot quite handle the control of the Chief's body. The two Cleaners follow smoothly after him. When they have gone, the Kangs on the walkway above come from hiding and await a signal from below. A Kang appears and tells them to move on. They leave the square. Drinking Fountain goes to the talky phone in the square and contacts the others.) DRINKING FOUNTAIN: They're on their way. 24. INT. THE RED KANG HEADQUARTERS (Bin Liner replaces the receiver at her end after talking with Drinking Fountain. She is with Mel.) MEL: What's happening? BIN LINER: They're making all speed here. MEL: What!?! BIN LINER: Pex has been a scaredy cat. They'll be here in no time. THE DOCTOR: I must tell the Doctor. (Mel runs for the door but Bin Liner stops her before she steps on the tripwires.) BIN LINER: Danger! Tripwires. This way. (Bin Liner leads Mel out through the "unseen outway".) 25. INT. THE STREET (The Doctor is with the Deputy Chief Caretaker and f*re Escape outside the Kang Headquarters. He is adjusting the door control.) THE DOCTOR: That should do it. (The Deputy Chief Caretaker notices Kroagnon, Pex and the two Cleaners appear at the other end of the street.) DEPUTY CHIEF CARETAKER: Doctor! And we're not ready for him. THE DOCTOR: Oh, Pex. Move back, quickly. f*re ESCAPE: Oh, but Doctor, he'll make you unalive. (Mel and Bin Liner appear on the street, having exited from the escape route.) THE DOCTOR: There's only one way this might work, and for that I need to be on my own. MEL: Come on. (Mel, Bin Liner, f*re Escape and the Deputy all pull back to the other end of the Street, away from the Doctor. Kroagnon appears before the Doctor whilst Pex stand a little way behind him.) KROAGNON: Well!?! THE DOCTOR: Well, now, Kroagnon. How nice of you to drop in. I'm so glad. I wanted to have a word with you about the shoddy design of this building. I mean, take this door for instance, look at it. KROAGNON: There was nothing wrong with it when I built it, unless humanoid creatures have damaged it. THE DOCTOR: Well, speaking as an expert, I'm prepared to tell the universe you couldn't design a simple doorknob. I mean, look. (Kroagnon growl as the Doctor points to the door. Kroagnon goes to look at it and the Doctor opens the door and attempts to push him inside. Kroagnon spins around and pushes the Doctor to his side. The others look on horrified. Pex makes to run away but the Cleaners stand in his way. He runs away in the other direction past the Doctor, who makes another attempt to push Kroagnon into the explosives-laden Kang Headquarters.) THE DOCTOR: Pex!! Please!! (Pex runs into Mel who looks at him disappointed. He remembers his Kang bracelet and goes back to help the Doctor who is being pushed repeatedly against the wall by Kroagnon. Pex pushes the Doctor aside and shoves the stick of expl*sive that Bin Liner gave him earlier into Kroagnon's hand. With one great leap he manages to push Kroagnon off his feet and through the door into the Kang Headquarters. Instantly the darkened interior explodes, debris flying everywhere.) 26. INT. THE SQUARE (All the residents of Paradise Towers are gathered together to mourn and honour Pex. The Kangs stand around their memorial made from pieces of junk. The Rezzies and the Caretakers stand back looking on. Also present are the Doctor and Mel.) BIN LINER: Hail Pex. Hail the unalive who gave his life for the Towers. In life he was not a Kang but in death he was brave and bold as a Kang should be. (The Kangs, Red and Blue, stand as one and start to encircle the memorial.) KANGS: Hail Pex. Hail the unalive. Hail Pex. Hail the Unalive. (Mel and the Doctor look on.) MEL: Poor Pex. THE DOCTOR: Indeed, poor Pex. But look, Mel, they're all here. The Caretakers, the Rezzies, the Kangs. This would never have happened before. Perhaps now they'll all start working together. MEL: Yes. (f*re Escape, Bin Liner and Drinking Fountain move over to join the Doctor and Mel.) THE DOCTOR: Ah, f*re Escape. Now, have you managed to remove the Kang wallscrawls from the TARDIS as you promised? f*re ESCAPE: Build High for Happiness, Doctor. (She passes the Doctor his umbrella with a sheepish grin.) THE DOCTOR: Oh, thank you very much. DRINKING FOUNTAIN: We're sorry you must go, Doctor and Mel. We've made you an honorary Kang, Doctor. THE DOCTOR: Oh, a Blue Kang or a Red Kang? (She passes a blue scarf over to the Doctor and f*re Escape shows him that it is red on the other side.) f*re ESCAPE: Both. THE DOCTOR: Ah, well I'll be honoured to wear it. (He doffs his hat to them as they move off to join the procession.) THE DOCTOR: And all my best wishes to the future of Paradise Towers. (The Doctor and Mel wave goodbye to the others standing present and move over to the other side of the square where the TARDIS in standing waiting to depart. Mel unlocks the door. The Doctor doffs his hat to the same piece of metal rubbish that he said hello to when they arrived.) THE DOCTOR: Goodbye. MEL: No, Doctor. THE DOCTOR: Well you never can tell. (They both go inside the TARDIS and once the door is shut, the familiar whizzing and groaning sound echoes around the square. Once the TARDIS has gone it reveals a piece of writing scrawled on the wall. "Pex Lives".)
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foreverdreaming
PART ONE Written by Malcolm Kohll Original air date: 02 November, 1987 Run time: 24:47 Planet surface Gavrok: Take no prisoners! k*ll them all! Delta: Are you strong enough to run? Chima: Run where? They've b*mb every ship we have. Delta: Then we'll have to take one of theirs. Now! Spaceship Delta: I'll cover the hatch. Gavrok: You are the last survivor, but not for long. Delta: You saved my life, Chima. I'm sorry. Chima: Go. Get away. Take this with you. Planet surface Gavrok: Help! TARDIS Tollmaster: (O.C.): Attention, incoming craft. You're approaching Tollport G seven one five. Please have your credits ready. The Doctor: It's strange how in some galaxies these tollports spring up all over the place like mushrooms, yet in others you can go for light years without seeing a single one. Mel: Doctor... The Doctor: I think it relates to the way that space is being developed. I mean, there never has been a consistent three dimensional planning policy. Mel: Doctor, something doesn't look right. Only the landing lights are on. It looks abandoned. The Doctor: And by completely ignoring the overspill from the fourth dimension they sometimes build one port right on top of the other, only realising it when there's an interface slippage. Mel: Doctor, this is serious. There's something wrong. The Doctor: Yes, it is serious. I don't seem to have any change. Er, take five credits from the kitty, Mel. Mel: There's nothing in here again. The Doctor: That kitty defies all known laws of physics. I keep filling it up and it's always empty. Mel, there's something wrong. Only their landing lights are on. Tollport G715 Tollmaster (O.C.): Tollport G seven one five. Please have your credits ready. Tollmaster (O.C.): Tollport G seven one five. Tollport G seven one five. The Doctor: Mel, I don't like the look of this one little bit. Mel: Me too. It's spooky. The Doctor: Get ready to run back into the TARDIS at the first sign of trouble. Mel: Okay. Tollmaster (O.C.): Halt! The Doctor: Who's there? Why don't you come out of the light and show yourself? Tollmaster: Surprise, surprise! By Jove, yes. Welcome, friends. A thousand welcomes. The Doctor: It's a funny way to welcome your friends. We thought you'd been att*cked by space pirates. Now, about this toll fee... Tollmaster: Toll fee? Tonight is your lucky night. Because You are our ten billionth customer. The Doctor: Ten billion customers? Tollmaster: And one. The Doctor: You mean to say ten billion people have come here? Tollmaster: Exactly. The Doctor: Congratulations. Now, about this toll fee. Tollmaster: But, but you've won! You've won the grand prize. Mel: What is it? I've never won anything before. Tollmaster: Your prize. Hang about. You have won our fabulous Fifties tour. A week, a whole week, in Disneyland, planet Earth. And this time, they're going back to 1959. The rock and roll years. Mel: Oh, that's fantastic! Oh, let's go, Doctor. Please agree. Our last holiday wasn't exactly ice hot. Oh, please? The Doctor: A holiday? Yes, a week's holiday would be quite pleasant. A green swarth, a babbling brook, birds twittering. Welsh countryside The Doctor (O.C.): Just what's required. A large dose of tranquillity. Weismuller: I never had a red alert before. Hawk: Me neither. Weismuller: I think we'd better find a telephone real fast. Hawk: Out here? Weismuller: Get in the car. Get in the car. Weismuller: Hello, will you put me through to the White House, Washington DC? This is a priority call, code eleven. Weismuller: Hello? This is Agent Jerome P Weismuller speaking from Wales, in England. Yes, sir. Yes, sir. Oh, oh yes, sir. We'll get right on it, sir. Hawk: Well? Weismuller: That was the President's right hand man. Wow! Hawk: Come on, Weismuller, spill the beans. Why the red alert? Weismuller: He says that Cape Canaveral has fired a space rocket with an artificial satellite. Hawk: This is history in the making, Weismuller. What are we supposed to do about it? Weismuller: Surveillance, Hawk, surveillance. We've been selected. It's our job to track the thing. Tollport G715 Mel: Are we going to have a whole space cruiser to ourselves? Tollmaster: Oh, no. You're going on a scheduled tour with the Navarino's 1950's club. The Doctor: Navarinos from the tribe on Navarro? Squat, wrinkly, purply creatures? Won't they be a little conspicuous on Earth? Tollmaster: Oh, I don't think so. Not now. They've been through a transformation arch. Now, follow me. We must stick to time. Everyone knows I'm a stickler for time. Adlon: Come on. Bollit: Don't be a coward. Adlon: Come on, it doesn't hurt. Come on, come on. That's it. Murray: Thank you very much. Thank you. The Doctor: Who's that? Tollmaster: Oh, that's Murray, your pilot. The Doctor: Oh, this is going to be very interesting. Mel: What is? The Doctor: Nostalgia Trips, the most notorious travel firm in the five galaxies. It was a Nostalgia Trip cruiser that got stuck with the glass eaters of Tharl. Mel: Oh, dear. Tollmaster: Yes, well, they may have had one or two little problems in the past, but that's all sorted out now. Mel: But the brochure shows a space cruiser, not an old bus. Tollmaster: Old bus? This is a very expensive conversion. The chassis and the engine, they're from a Helstrom Two, the very latest thing in space cruisers. The old-fashioned bodywork, well, that's just to please the tourists. We're not fools, you know. Murray: I've been through that thing a hundred times and I still don't like it. Oh, welcome aboard. I'm Murray. Mel: I'm Mel and this is the Doctor. Murray: That's great. Knowing Nostalgia Trips, we may need a doctor. Come on, folks. All aboard! The Doctor: Mel, you go ahead on the bus. I'll follow on in the TARDIS. Mel: Thanks. Murray: Oh, you don't think the old bus'll make it, Doctor? Underneath this streamliner shell is a Helstrom Fireball engine. None finer. Tollmaster: Come along, folks. All aboard. Have fun. Remember your time. 1959. Is that your husband or have you brought the bulldog with you? Oh, kiss me quick. My goodness me, what a time we're going to have. Spaceship Gavrok (on monitor): You cannot escape me. Wherever you go, I will track you down. Delta: My people will survive, Gavrok. Gavrok (on monitor): You are the last. Turn back. There is nowhere you can hide. Delta: Your trace finder can follow my ship, but you'll never take me. Tollmaster (O.C.): Attention, incoming craft. You are approaching Tollport G seven one five. Please have your credits ready. Gavrok's spaceship Gavrok: She's somehow switched off the homing trace. Visual pursuit. Copy her vector. Gavrok: You're sh**t, fool. She went into that space toll. Tollmaster (O.C.): Attention, incoming craft. You're approach... Nostalgia Trips bus Murray: Please keep your seats during the flight and no dancing in the aisles. Now, are we all feeling fine? All: Yes! Murray: All right. 1959, here we come! Welsh countryside Hawk: That better? Do you hear anything yet? Weismuller: No, no, nothing. All I get is something called Housewives' Choice. I can't even get any rock and roll. Hawk: No signal from the satellite? Weismuller: No. Come on down. You try. I tell you, it's hopeless, Hawk. That thing could be anywhere. Nostalgia Trips bus Murray: Come on now, all of you sing. Mel: Do you often do the Fifties run? Murray: Ah ha. I love that sort of thing. The music, the haircuts, the baggy suits. Mel: Where are you from? Murray: You're not a late arrival from the Navarino party, are you? Delta: No. I'm a Chimeron. Welsh countryside Hawk: Forget it, Weismuller. Without those coordinates, we're sh**ting in the dark. Weismuller: I am not making that call, and that's that. Hawk: The boss said we were to share everything. That includes responsibility, you know. Weismuller: Let me tell you something. If they think we fouled up, they'll be ringing us every five minutes. Now you go ahead and make that call. Weismuller: Hello? Agent Weismuller speaking. Oh, no, sir. No, no, nothing yet. Oh gee, that's too bad. Oh. Oh, oh, yes sir. Yes, we'll do our very best, sir. Thank you. Hawk: What's up? Weismuller: Bad news. That satellite has gone haywire, and the scientists think it's going to fall to Earth somewhere around here. And the President wants us to find it before certain enemy powers get their mitts on it. Hawk: If we don't screw up on this one, it could mean promotion. We could go home, Weismuller. Home. Weismuller: Home. The wife. Nostalgia Trips bus Murray: Keep calm, folks. We're just experiencing a little technical difficulty. Outside Shangri La Murray: Oh, thanks, Doctor. We ran into this piece of space junk. What did you do? The Doctor: Well, I simply applied the TARDIS vortex drive to generate an antigravity spiral to halt your descent. Sorry about the bumpy landing. A miscalculation. Murray: We could sure use a guy like you at head office. The Doctor: The satellite seems to have jammed your navigational pod. Ah, hello, Mel. Nice trip? Murray: Hey, this doesn't look like Disneyland. The Doctor: No, well, according to my reckoning, it seems to be somewhere in, er, Wales. Murray: We've got to do something with all these people till we get the bus fixed. The Doctor: Maybe that series of primitive dwellings could be used as some sort of way station. Mel: It's a holiday camp. The Doctor: Excellent. Just what we're looking for. Mel: Oh, but Doctor, it looks. I don't know, it looks a bit grim. The Doctor: Oh, don't go by appearances, Mel. Often the most interesting people stay at these places. This is the real Fifties. Shangri La Burton: Oh, hello! Expected you hours ago. Trouble with the bus, is it? Oh, it happens all the time. Still, you're not far from the chalets. Murray: Do you mind if we rest at the camp until we get the bus shipshape? Burton: Mind, my dear boy? That is what we are here for. Welcome, campers. I am your camp leader while you are here at Shangri La. My name is Burton, and if there's anything you need, just ask. Follow me, isn't it. Murray: That's right, folks. Follow, er, Burton. He'll look after you until the cruiser's ready to roll. Thank you very much. Thank you. Chalet area Burton: Now, follow me. Welcome to Shangri La, where your dreams come true. Now, you will all be sharing cabins, but we all eat together. Over there is the dining hall with the shower block behind. Breakfast is at eight, lunch is at one, and supper is at six. Any questions? Splendid. Right, you two. Follow me and I'll show you to your chalet. Mel and Delta's chalet Burton: Right, you will find a list of our rules and regulations behind the door. Any questions? Splendid. Mel: Not that it really makes much difference, but which bed would you like? I don't really mind. One's about as good as the other. Look, I know it isn't like the brochure, but don't be too upset. Delta: How long are we in this place for? Mel: Till the bus is fixed. Delta: And then? Mel: Well, then it's off to Disneyland, I suppose. Delta: It might give me enough time. Outside the chalets Burton: Oh, look, your chalet is number one oh one in row Y. Oh, if you need any help with the bus, I'm sure our young mechanic will be pleased to assist. I'll see you at lunch, is it? Billy: Hi, I'm Billy. Murray: Murray. The Doctor: I'm the Doctor. Billy: Old man Burton said there was something wrong with your bus, is that right? Murray: Well, we h*t this low orbital satellite, which jammed the navi-pod and here we are. Mel and Delta's chalet Mel: Look, I can see something's bothering you. Do you want to talk about it? Delta: No. By the bus The Doctor: Ah, this is the cause of the problem. An extremely crude low orbital satellite capable only of the most rudimentary of radio transmissions. Murray: Ah, thanks, Doctor. I've got to fill in an accident report, otherwise head office will withdraw my licence. As it is, it's touch and go. Billy: I've never seen an engine like that. Murray: Yes, it's a Helstrom Fireball. Capable of warp five in a good tail wind. Billy: What exactly is it you want to do? The Doctor: Well, you see that navi-pod? It needs to be unbolted so we can replace the broken crystal. Billy: Right. The Doctor: Now, inside this box is the only Quarb crystal this side of Softel nebula. Murray: Thank goodness you came along, Doctor. Head office says it's my last chance to make good. The Doctor: Ah, well done. Now, carefully does it. Ray: Hi, Billy. Billy: Oh, hi, Rachel. This is Murray and the Doctor. Ray: Please call me Ray. Oh, do you guys want a hand? Murray: You haven't by chance got a one and five eights socket, have you? The Doctor: Do you always carry around a full set of tools with you? Ray: Oh, it's what Billy taught me, always to be prepared. The Doctor: A stitch in time fills up space. Murray: Oh! I've broken it! Your crystal. No licence, no job, no future. The Doctor: Well, if you think it might help, I could transport everyone in the TARDIS. Murray: No, thank you, Doctor. The captain never leaves his ship. The Doctor: Hmm. Well, there is another alternative. I could accelerate growth in the thermo-booster and create a crystal in about er, twenty four hours. Murray: That's fantastic. You've saved my life, Doctor. I can't see any problem staying here for twenty four hours. Ray: Oh, great. I'll see you all at the dance, then. Murray: A dance? With live music? Ray: Ah ha. Billy here plays great rock and roll. Murray: Sounds too good to miss. Ray: Okay. See you later, alligator. Murray: I love all that fifties talk. The Doctor: Yes. A most personable young lady. Practical, too. She seems very fond of you, Billy. Billy: She's all right. Like my little sister, you know. Now, if you don't need me for anything else, I think I'll go wash up for dinner. Murray: Oh, sounds like a good idea. All this spannering really works up an appetite. Mel and Delta's chalet Delta: What's that? Mel: It's the dinner gong. I think I'll finish unpacking later. I'll go and get something to eat. Delta: Can you be trusted? Mel: Yes, completely. Discretion's my middle name. I'll see you later. Tollport G715 Gavrok: Come on, son. Tell me her destination and I will let you live. Tollmaster: I can't. It's more than my job's worth. It's strictly confidential. Gavrok: I'm getting tired of this. Tell me now! Tollmaster: They were going, they were going to Disneyland, planet Earth. When they struck the satellite, they were blown off course. I don't know where. Gavrok: Can you not do better than that? Tollmaster: Honestly, I don't know. Gavrok: I can see that you have done your best. Let him go. Tollmaster: Thank you. Oh, thank you. Thank you, thank you, sir. Thank you, thank you gentlemen. Thank you, thank you, thank you. Gavrok: We've wasted enough time here. Plot a course for Earth. I want every informer throughout the galaxy to look for her. Main hall Mel: Doctor, there's something odd here. The Doctor: Well, it is home, for the moment. At least until the navi-pod's fixed. Personally speaking, I rather like it. Mel: I'm determined to try and enjoy myself if I can. The Doctor: Excellent. The Doctor: About your room mate. Mel: She's got a g*n. She's very on edge. The Doctor: Have you managed to speak to her at all? Mel: Of course, but she's totally withdrawn. It makes me nervous. The Doctor: If she's who I think she is, then she's in danger. Mel: From someone here? The Doctor: That's what we've got to find out. Burton: Well, this is to remind you that tonight we are having our Get To Know You dance. All: Hooray! Burton: Everyone is most welcome, from eight till late. The Doctor: Try to get her to come to the dance. It might relax her, and then maybe she'll speak with us later on. Mel: I'll see what I can do. Billy: What do you think of it, Doctor? I built it myself from spare parts from the w*r. The Doctor: How appropriate. Billy: What? The Doctor: I said, for a primitive piece of technology it certainly delivers the decibels. Billy: That's what rock and roll's all about. Billy: Well, I never felt more like singing the blues, cos I never thought that I'd ever lose your love, dear. Why'd you do me this way? Murray: Hey, this is great. The 1950 nights back on Navarro were never like this. Billy: The dream is gone I thought was mine. Ray: See, Doctor? It's not as bad as all that, now, is it? The Doctor: Bad? No. Rather nice, in fact. Ray: Oh, let's go down to the front. I can't see Billy properly from here. The Doctor: Er, have you known each other long? Ray: Oh, since we were children. I even learnt all about motorbikes in the hope it'd make him notice me, but it doesn't seem to have made a blind bit of difference. The Doctor: Come on, let's go down to the front. Billy: Thanks, mates. And now, a romantic number from across the pond, for a very special lady in the audience. Why do fools fall in love. The Doctor: I was wondering, Ray, if... Ray: Thank you, Doctor, I'd love to. Welsh countryside Weismuller: Throw some more wood on the f*re, Hawk. Hawk: Why don't you, Weismuller? Weismuller: Because you're nearer to the flap, Hawk. Go on, go on, go on, get out of here. Hawk: I'll get you, Weismuller. I'll get you. Outside the main hall The Doctor: Great dance. Murray: Oh, it's hot in there. The Doctor: Ah, you Navarinos have a notoriously high metabolic rate. Murray: That hula hoop competition nearly finished me off. The Doctor: Excuse me, Murray. Murray: Hey, you'll miss the last dance, Doctor! Laundry store Ray: Oh, hi. I was just, er... Ray: Oh, Doctor, am I being a fool? Billy didn't even offer to take me home. The Doctor: There, there. There's many a slap twixt a cup and a lap, Ray. Ray: But somehow I always thought Billy and me would end up together. Oh, it shows how wrong you can be. Oh, listen to me. Ray: We're not supposed to be in here. Keillor: Connect me with the Bannerman leader. Gavrok (O.C.): Gavrok here. Go ahead. Keillor: I understand you're offering a reward for the Chimeron queen. Gavrok (O.C.): Affirmative. One million units. Keillor: I've found her. Repeat, I've found her. Gavrok (O.C.): What is your status? Keillor: I'm a soldier of fortune. Now, do you want to trade or not? Gavrok (O.C.): Affirmative. Keillor: She's at a place called Shangri La, in South Wales, Western Hemisphere, Earth. Now lock into this signal to guide you in. Gavrok (O.C.): The reward will be yours when we arrive. End transmission. Mel and Delta's chalet Delta: Thank you. Mel: What for? Delta: For lending me your dress. For making an effort to be kind. Mel: Oh, I'd help anyone in trouble, if I could. Delta: Mel, there's something you should know. Delta: My baby. My beautiful baby. Laundry store Keillor: What an unexpected bonus. You're the traveller in time they call the Doctor. Your death will make me richer still. The Doctor: If you k*ll for money, let the girl go. She's worth nothing to you. Keillor: I don't just k*ll for money. It's also something I enjoy.
{"type": "series", "show": "Doctor Who", "episode": "24x09 - Delta and the Bannermen - part 1"}
foreverdreaming
PART TWO Written by Malcolm Kohll Original air date: 09 November, 1987 Run time: 24:23 Laundry store Keillor: Connect me with the Bannerman leader. Gavrok (O.C.): Gavrok here. Go ahead. Keillor: I understand you're offering a reward for the Chimeron queen. Gavrok (O.C.): Affirmative. One million units. Keillor: I've found her. She's at a place called Shangri La, in South Wales, Western Hemisphere, Earth. Now lock into this signal to guide you in. Gavrok (O.C.): The reward will be yours when we arrive. End transmission. Mel and Delta's chalet Delta: Thank you. Mel: What for? Delta: For lending me your dress. For making an effort to be kind. Mel: Oh, I'd help anyone in trouble, if I could. Delta: Mel, there's something you should know. Delta: My baby. My beautiful baby. Laundry store Keillor: What an unexpected bonus. You're the traveller in time they call the Doctor. Your death will make me richer still. The Doctor: If you k*ll for money, let the girl go. She's worth nothing to you. Keillor: I don't just k*ll for money. It's also something I enjoy. Gavrok's spaceship Gavrok: My bounty hunter will be paid off sooner than he thinks. Arm the beacon hunter. Mel and Delta's chalet Delta: My life's at risk. I'm going to trust you, and I think you deserve a full explanation. I think you'd better close the door. Goronwy's cottage Goronwy: Good morning. What a beautiful morning it is. Weismuller: Sure is. By the way, have you er, have you seen anything weird fall out of the sky? Goronwy: Oh dear me, no. I've seen many things fall out of the sky, but nothing which could be described as weird. Hawk: What about lights? Anything like that? Goronwy: Oh, there are strange lights in the night sky all the time. Not just the Aurora Borealis, mind, but low pulsing lights on occasions and low sh**ting stars. Weismuller: Uh huh. Er, anything in the last day or so? Goronwy: I shall ask my bees. They know everything that happens. Hawk: Sure. Well, I reckon we've taken up enough of your time. Goronwy: If you stayed a bit longer, young man, you might understand. Goronwy: Take a look at this butterfly. Arguably one of the most beautiful creatures in the whole of nature. Yet if you were to see a pupae, you'd think it was the ugliest sight you've ever seen. But you can't have one without the other. Mel and Delta's chalet Delta: And so, I'm the last Chimeron queen. My planet is right now in the grip of the inv*de. My people are d*ad. Poor Mel's exhausted. I think we'd better let her get some sleep. Billy, I feel like a walk. Billy: Sure. The hills around here are beautiful. We can go somewhere really special. Delta: But I can't walk too far with the baby. Billy: I never said anything about walking. Garage Delta: What is it? Billy: She's a Vincent. My pride and joy. Laundry store Ray: Oh, my head. The Doctor: Do you feel all right? Nothing hurt or broken? Ray: But, but what happened to that guy with the g*n? The Doctor: I'm afraid he was paid in kind. You see this signal beacon? It exploded from the inside. Obviously the Bannermen locked into his signal and fired off a high impulse beam right along his transmission track. Ray: So they, they k*lled him? The Doctor: I'm afraid so. Ionised. Ray: And this is all that's left of him. The Doctor: Yes. A poignant reminder that v*olence always rebounds on itself. But we must warn the others that an att*ck is imminent. Office Vinny: Good morning. Let's start with a song. When the red, red robin comes bob, bob, bobbing along. Mel and Delta's chalet The Doctor: Mel, Mel, are you all right? Mel: Hmm? Oh, nothing a good night's sleep wouldn't cure. The Doctor: Well, I'm afraid that'll have to wait. Do you know where Delta and Billy have gone? Mel: They didn't tell me. Billy was taking her to some beauty spot, I think. The Doctor: Well, we've got to find them as quick as we can. And organise an evacuation of the camp. The Bannermen are on their way. Mel: I'll get Murray to organise the tour party. The Doctor: Good. But they'll be one short. Ray: He was ionised. The Doctor: Yes. But I must try and find Delta and Billy. Do you know where they might be, Ray? Ray: Well, there are a couple of beauty spots in the area we could try. And also a few special places only known to Billy and me. The Doctor: Well, we're going to have to keep looking for them until we find them. But first we must convince Burton to evacuate the camp. Mel, you find Murray. Ray, come with me. Mel: Right. By the river Billy: Oh, you're a bit of a heavyweight, aren't you? Delta: The most rapid growth occurs in the lymphoid state. She'll double her size and her weight in the next few hours. Billy: Come on. Office Burton: Now, let me try and get this right. Now, are you telling me that you are not the Happy Hearts Holiday Club from Bolton, but instead are spacemen in fear of an att*ck from some other spacemen, and because of the danger, you want me to evacuate the entire camp? The Doctor: An excellent summary, Mister Burton. Now, if you start right away, then we'll be able to get them to safety. Burton: Oh well, if that is all that is needed, it should be easy. Oh, by the way, can we have space buns and tea afterwards? Or don't they drink tea on Mars? The Doctor: I thought you might be a little skeptical. What can I do to convince you? Burton: Oh, this is a waste of time, Doctor. The Doctor: Listen, Mister Burton. If you don't act right away, innocent people will die! I will do whatever I can to convince you I'm not suffering from some sort of delusion. Burton: All right, Doctor. Dan das sochivy. Ray: Meinwyr, meinwyr. Burton: How about showing us your spaceship, eh? Ray: Oh, can I come too, Doctor? The Doctor: Of course, but let's go quickly. Outside chalet 108 Mel: Murray! Murray, wake up! Murray: What's the matter? Mel: There's an emergency, Murray. We have to get ready to leave as soon as the bus is fixed. Murray: What kind of emergency? Mel: The Bannerman warfleet's on its way. Murray: You stay there. I'll get changed. Mel: Okay. Outside Shangri La The Doctor: It's called a TARDIS, an acronym for Time And Relative Dimensions In Space. Burton: Really? Couldn't we take it for a bit of a spin, Doctor? The Doctor: Yes, with pleasure, but first things first. We must clear the camp. Burton: Right. Chalet area Murray: Everybody out, campers! Attention! Everybody out! Listen, everybody out! Now look, we should quickly pack and then wait at the bus until we're ready to leave. Bollit: Well, what's the big rush, Murray? It's nice here. Murray: Truth is, there's a Bannerman w*r fleet on its way here. Nice and easy, folks. Don't panic! Nice and easy, nice and easy, don't panic. The Doctor: I see you've got everything under control, Murray. We must go and see the crystal. If it's ready, then you must leave. Murray: You won't see me for dust, Doctor. Office Burton: Good morning, everyone. This is a matter of some urgency. Chalet area Burton (O.C.): Could all staff, without exception, assemble in my office immediately. Could all employees... Outside Shangri La The Doctor: It's almost re-grown. Just another half hour. And then you've got to leave, whether I come back or not. Murray: Back from where? The Doctor: I've got to find Delta. Mel, you stay here and organise things. Come on, let's go, Ray. The Doctor: Take care of the crystal! Murray: Count on me, Doctor. Office Burton: I've call you all here at such short notice because we are facing a crisis. Now, what I would like you all to do is to go back to your chalets and pack whatever you need for one night. I have already ordered a bus to take us all away from here. You will spend the night in Llandrindod Wells and return in a day or so. Any questions? Splendid. Vinny: I don't normally like running away, sir. What's up? Burton: Ah, well, it's because we're facing an att*ck. It's because we are er, well, we are in danger, you know. Well, it's top secret. I've got a man here now from the Ministry of Defence, so look sharp, will you? Vinny: Are you staying, sir? Burton: Well, of course. They would have to drag me away from here, man. Vinny: Then I'll stay too, Major. Burton: Thank you, Vinny, but you will all have to go, and that is an order. Look sharp now. Off you go. By the river Billy: That noise she makes. It's almost like singing. Delta: It's partly a song, and partly a defence mechanism. Billy: Against the Bannermen. Fern Dell The Doctor: Did you come here with Billy often? Ray: We called it Fern Dell. We used to play here as children. But I don't see his bike anywhere. The Doctor: Could it be hidden? Ray: Oh no, not the Vincent. It's just too big. The Doctor: Well, they're not here. Come on. Outside Shangri La Burton: Come on! Don't stand about, but come on. Go on now. Come on, come on. Mel: Fortunately they didn't have much packing to do. How's the crystal coming? Murray: I'm trying to use mind power to make it grow faster, but I haven't had much luck. Burton: I'm doing this with grave misgivings, but I cannot risk my staff for it. Murray: Just like a captain, Mister Burton. Burton: Major, actually. I am still not sure what I saw in that police box, but I cannot risk my staff for it. Mel: You're doing the right thing. Gavrok's spaceship Gavrok: She's somewhere in that quadrant. It's a pity we had to destroy the beacon when we k*lled that mercenary. We'll have to scan the whole area until we find some trace of advanced technology emissions. But she will soon be d*ad. Welsh countryside Weismuller: You're wasting your time, Hawk. Hawk: Well, it's better that stopping every stranger we find and asking them if they've seen our lost satellite. Weismuller: But there's no point in listening to that radio. It stopped transmitting. That's why you and I have to look for that satellite. Hawk: Then I'll listen to Voice of America. Anything's better than your yammering. The Doctor: Excuse me! Have you seen a couple go by? A fellow on a big black bike and a lady with a green polka dot dress. Weismuller: Mister, we haven't even seen a squirrel this morning. The Doctor: Are there any other places, Ray? Ray: Well, there is just one last chance. The Doctor: Well, let's give it a try. Outside Shangri La Mel: Well, I don't know much about crystalline structures, but that looks about cooked. Murray: Yes, looks ready to me, Mel. Well, here goes. Country lane Ray: Oh, this is the end of the road, Doctor. I don't know where else to try. The Doctor: Ah, these tyre marks show a heavy motorcycle and sidecar. Come on. By the river Delta: If I can get the hatchling safely to the Brood planet, then I can take my case to judgement. They will then send an expeditionary force to get rid of Gavrok and his Bannermen. Billy: Well, I'll do whatever I can to help, Delta. Billy: That's Ray and the Doctor. They're sure in a hurry. Delta: The Bannermen! Ray: Oh, thank heavens! Billy: Why is everyone in such a lather? The Doctor: Found you at last. Delta: Gavrok? The Doctor: Yes. We overheard a space mercenary give the position of the camp. There's a price on your head. Billy: Yeah? Well, where is this guy? I reckon we've got a score to settle. Ray: He's been ionised. The Doctor: Murray's fixing the bus. He shouldn't be long. Then you can leave. So we've got to go back now. Gavrok's spaceship Gavrok: Transmitter identified. Triangulate and set course. Welsh countryside Hawk: Ain't no use, Weismuller. There's nothing out there. Weismuller: Well, I don't want to be an old I told you so, but if you had listened to me before... Hawk: Hey, Weismuller, do you think that's it? Weismuller: Well, I don't know. I ain't never seen a satellite before. Weismuller: I always thought that they'd be smaller, somehow. Look, I don't know what's going on around here, but I think we'd better get out of here real fast. Gavrok: Halt! Weismuller: Oh, hi there. We weren't going anywhere. Gavrok: Where is the Chimeron queen? Hawk: Beats me, chief. Weismuller: Hey, that's the property of Uncle Sam. Gavrok: Where is he, your Uncle Sam? Hawk: No, you don't understand. Weismuller: Boy, you sure get sore real quick. Gavrok: I will lead the main party. You two, guard them. Come. Outside Shangri La Murray: Well, we're all gassed up and ready to go. Mel: Then you must leave at once, Murray. Murray: What about the Doctor and Delta? Mel: We can follow you in the TARDIS, wherever you go. Murray: I know, but I feel bad about leaving you here. It's your last chance to hitch a ride. Mel: No, I made an arrangement. I'd better stick to it. Thanks anyway. Murray: Well, it's time to get this show on the road. As they say around here, see you later, alligator. Mel: In a while, crocodile. Bye! Murray: Bye! Mel: Bye-bye! Gavrok: So, one of them escaped. Mel: You k*lled all those innocent people! Gavrok: Was the Chimeron queen amongst them? Mel: Yes. Yes, she's d*ad. Gavrok: Would you lie? Mel: You saw what happened to the bus. No one could have survived that! Gavrok: That's right. The Chimerons are finished! Delta: The Bannermen! Gavrok: att*ck! Mel: No! Gavrok: You lied! Burton: Stop! It would be extremely foolish of you to k*ll her. Keep her as a hostage. She's far more use to you alive. Gavrok: k*ll any other survivors. Tie these two up. They will not be hostages, but bait. Country lane The Doctor: Stop, stop. Stop! Stop! He's not following us. Ray: Mel's still in there, Doctor, and Burton. The Doctor: My immediate objectives are to set them free and find Delta and the baby somewhere safe. Billy: Can you hear something? Ray: I can't hear anything. The Doctor: Shush. Those marks behind her ear are high frequency antennae. What are you picking up? Delta: It's not clear, but it's coming from down there. Billy: There's nothing there except old Goronwy's place. The Doctor: Does he keep bees? Billy: Yeah. How did you know that? Delta: It's his bees who are telling us to come. The Doctor: Quick. Welsh countryside Weismuller: You think they would? Weismuller: Nah, I don't think they would. Outside Goronwy's cottage The Doctor: I wonder if you could help us. Goronwy: Of course, of course. I am Goronwy. The Doctor: Oh, and I'm the Doctor. Goronwy: Oh, there you are. Have some of that. Lovely. The Doctor: Is it possible for these people to stay with you for a few hours? Goronwy: Yes, of course. Come inside and have a cup of tea. Come along. There we are. I take it she likes a bit of honey. The Doctor: I'm going to have to leave at once. I wonder if you could lend me a pillowcase and a broom handle. Goronwy: Oh, I should think so. The Doctor: Splendid. Oh, Billy, may I borrow your bike? Billy: All right, Doctor, but try and be careful though, won't you? The Doctor: I'll treat it as if it were the TARDIS. Chalet area The Doctor: How dare you! The white flag is the accepted signal for truce throughout the civilised universe! You may think that might is right, but I can assure you, you won't get away with it. Gavrok: Who will stop me? You, with your puny flag and your appeals to fair play and justice, huh? I spit on your justice. The Doctor: Your charm is only matched by your compassion. Gavrok: Why should I not k*ll you right now? The Doctor: Because you're in enough trouble already, Gavrok. Release those prisoners and I will testify that you showed some mercy. Gavrok: Testify? You'll never get me to trial. The Doctor: We agree to differ. But you should know that Delta has sworn a statement alleging invasion and genocide of the Chimerons. You will be brought to account, Gavrok, and made to pay for your actions. Gavrok: Give me Delta and I will give you your life. The Doctor: Life? What do you know about life, Gavrok? You deal in death. Lies, treachery and m*rder are your currency. You promise life, but in the end it will be life which defeats you. Gavrok: You have said enough. I have traversed time and space to find the Chimeron queen. I will not be defeated. The Doctor: As you will. I came here under a white flag and I will leave under that same white flag, and woe betide any man who breaches its integrity. Now step aside! Release those prisoners. The Doctor: Gavrok, it's over. You're finished, and we're leaving. The Doctor: Actually, I think I may have gone a little too far.
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foreverdreaming
PART THREE Written by Malcolm Kohll Original air date: 16 November, 1987 Run time: 24:22 Chalet area Gavrok: Give me Delta and I will give you your life. The Doctor: Life? What do you know about life, Gavrok? You deal in death. Lies, treachery and m*rder are your currency. You promise life, but in the end it will be life which defeats you. Gavrok: You have said enough. I have traversed time and space to find the Chimeron queen. I will not be defeated. The Doctor: As you will. I came here under a white flag and I will leave under that same white flag, and woe betide any man who breaches its integrity. Now step aside! Release those prisoners. The Doctor: Gavrok, it's over. You're finished, and we're leaving. The Doctor: Actually, I think I may have gone a little too far. Welsh countryside Callon: Up. Arrex: Up, up. Hawk: What's happening now, Weismuller? Weismuller: I don't know, but whatever it is, it's, it's better than, than just sitting around. Hey! Holy mackerel. Weismuller: Boy. Listen, let's try sitting down again, eh? Hawk: Okay. Weismuller: All right. One, two, three. Ray: I thought they'd never go. Can you move? Hawk: Sure, if I leave my neck behind. Weismuller: Oh, gee. It's no use, lady. They've got a special kind of wrench. It's sort of like a dinky Allen key. Ray: Is this dinky enough? Hawk: It's looking good, sister. Ray: I'll have you out in a minute, then follow me in your car. Weismuller: Who is she? Country lane Mel: We did it, Doctor! Free! The Doctor: Yes, there's more to this than we can fry, Mel. The Doctor: Duck! Mel: Did they get you, Doctor? The Doctor: No, and I don't think they intended to. Mel: You could have fooled me. Goronwy's cottage Goronwy: This is the queen's hive. Billy: What's that white stuff? Goronwy: Oh, royal jelly. It's a superfood created by the bees themselves. It has the ability to change an ordinary worker bee's larvae into a queen. Billy: And that's all there is to it, a better diet? Goronwy: Never underestimate the powers of nature, Billy. Now, I want to show you something. Honey store Goronwy: Now, look at all those jars. Wales' finest honey, all created by my little friends. Billy: How long did it take them to make all this lot? Goronwy: Oh, I don't know. We've been working together so long I've completely lost track of all time. But I remember this one especially well. 1932, a hot summer and abundant cherry blossom. A classic honey. Delta: She's due to change. The singing time is near. Billy: What's the singing time? Delta: The next stage in her growth. This food will help boost her energy for the change. Billy: Will she grow up to be a princess, too? Delta: Yes. Her hair and her eyes are already changing. I've fed her this since she was born. Billy: Sometimes that sounds good, other times it's horrible. Delta: One frequency is an att*ck warning, and the other is musical. Soon she'll be able to control both. Goronwy: Ah, Ray's back with those two lovely American gentlemen. Goronwy: Hello! Welsh countryside Callon: Tracker dart in place, sir, but the prisoners have escaped. Gavrok (O.C.): Idiot. Pursue at once. I will follow the signal. Country lane Mel: Let's go that way. The Doctor: Which way? That way? Outside Shangri La Gavrok: Return to the fighter. Gavrok: Sonic cone. Field Mel: Doctor! Mel: Why are we stopping, Doctor? The Doctor: In order to lengthen our odds, may I borrow a length of your ribbon? Outside Goronwy's cottage Hawk: All I know is, they're not Americans. Ray: But we've already explained who they are. Weismuller: Yeah, they're like h*t men from Mars. Hawk: You too, Weismuller? Whoever they are, I plan to get even. Goronwy: Listen. Ray: You rescued them, Doctor! The Doctor: Ah, we're not in the clear yet. Er, Ray tells me you've got some honey stored, Goronwy. Goronwy: Only about ten thousand jars, Doctor. The Doctor: Excellent! Billy, Ray, you come with me and Goronwy. I've got one final thing to do. Gavrok's spaceship Gavrok: Signal has s*ab. Prepare to blast off. Goronwy's cottage Weismuller: But it's our patriotic duty to call Washington, Hawk. Hawk: Yeah, well, you go ahead, Weismuller. I ain't licked yet. The Doctor: She saved Delta's life with a warning cry. She's now into the singing time. Billy: Do you think there are any more of them? The Doctor: Certainly. We'd better get back to the TARDIS, so we'll get ready to leave immediately. Gavrok's spaceship Gavrok: Prepare to land. Outside Goronwy's cottage The Doctor: Now, I need something of Delta's. The Doctor: Thank you. The Doctor: Are you ready, my cariad? Ray: Doctor. The Doctor: Head 'em up! Roll 'em out! Goat field Gavrok: What is this? Arrex: Gavrok! I found their hideout, sir. Outside Goronwy's cottage Gavrok: They're still there. Stand by to storm it. Outside Shangri La The Doctor: Stay back! The TARDIS has been booby-trapped. Hawk: Booby-trapped? Ain't nothing but a telephone booth. The Doctor: See up there, next to the light? There's a small beam w*apon. It emits a cone of sensitivity all round the TARDIS. Anything entering that cone detonates an expl*si*n. Ray: Can't you somehow get around it? The Doctor: I don't know. It's a very sophisticated system. Hawk: I reckon this is all so much eyewash. I'm a-calling the chief. The Doctor: I did warn you. If you'd have stepped into that beam, you'd have been atomised. Outside Goronwy's cottage Gavrok: Open f*re! Outside Shangri La The Doctor: Mister Burton? Burton: Yes? The Doctor: Take everyone back to the camp. Burton: Right. The Doctor: Let me stay here and try and work out how to diffuse that booby-trap, because if it explodes with its full force, it'll take us all with it. Outside Goronwy's cottage Gavrok: Forward! Gavrok: Where are they? Scum! Bannerman: Gavrok! Garage Delta: What's that you're hiding, Billy? Delta: You haven't been eating that, have you? Billy: I had to, Delta. I'm not a Chimeron, but if I'm to come with you, then I have to become one. Delta: But it's never been tried on humans before. It might k*ll you. Billy: It'll be all right. I think. Look at my skin and my hair. They're already changing. Burton: Oh, I'm sorry to interrupt, but we're ready for you at the office now, Billy. Billy: Sure thing, Mister Burton. Outside Shangri La Ray: Oh, what are you doing, Doctor? The Doctor: Well, I was marking out where the sonic cone meets the ground. Ray: Why? The Doctor: Well, you see, the beam casts a shadow at the base of the TARDIS. Now, if we could tunnel under the cone and come up in that shadow, then perhaps I could disarm it. Ray: Er, Doctor? The Doctor: Yes, I know it's time consuming, but it's our only choice. Ray: No, look. The Doctor: Apart from plan B. Run! Main hall The Doctor: They're here! Ray, everyone else stay here until its safe to come out. Goronwy, have you got the beeswax? Thank you. Delta and your daughter, come with me. Barricade the door. Office Burton: Oh, I haven't used it in over forty years, but it'll still put the wind up a Bannerman. Billy: Almost finished with these connections, Mister Burton. Burton: Through sh*t and shell, eh? We'll teach these blighters a lesson. The Doctor: Oh! Excellent effort, Mister Burton, but the w*apon we're using will be a little more sophisticated. Are you ready, Billy? Billy: Ready to rock and roll. The Doctor: Right, let's roll. Chalet block roof Billy: They're coming. The Doctor: All haste and no speed makes Jill a dull girl. Pass the side cutters. Play area Gavrok: Once inside, you will k*ll everyone except the young princess. I will deal with her personally. Chalet block roof Billy: Now? The Doctor: A moment's impatience would mean our certain annihilation. Play area Gavrok: sn*pers, forward! k*ll them! On the roof! Chalet block roof The Doctor: Ah, they've spotted us, Billy. Run! Play area Gavrok: Forward! Office The Doctor: Now! Play area The Doctor: Secure them with these. Weismuller: Oh, thanks, Doctor. You know, when I was an Eagle scout, knots was my best thing. Okay, pal, here's my speciality. A running noose combined with a dog shank. How about that? Office The Doctor: It's over. Well done, Princess, that was wonderful. It's over, Mister Burton. The Doctor: Mister Burton, it's over. It's over. Burton: Oh! Aye. The Doctor: It's over, we won! Burton: Oh, lovely, lovely. The Doctor: Now, come and see your new spaceship, Delta, Princess. Play area Weismuller: Boy, you're the sorriest bunch of Bannermen I've ever seen. Delta: Thank you for your help and courage. All of you. Mel: Are Billy and the Doctor all right? Delta: Yes. Billy's just changing. Billy's chalet The Doctor: I know without a male the race will be wiped out, but I haven't seen many examples of species crossing. There could be the most dreadful mutation. Billy: It's our only chance, Doctor. The Doctor: I can't condone this foolishness, but then, love has never been known for its rationality. Main hall Goronwy: And then, you see, the new young queen comes along and the whole colony swarms all around her, and off they go to find a new hive. A new hive and a new life. Hawk: That's amazing. Goronwy: Well, let's go and see what's happening. Gavrok's spaceship Weismuller: Well, that should hold them all the way back to Mars, or wherever you're going. Delta: Considerably further than that. Weismuller: Bye. Delta: Bye-bye. Billy: Everything ship-shape? Delta: Yes. Billy: I'll just stow all my gear. Play area Ray: What are you thinking, Doctor? The Doctor: I was just speculating what this vehicle would be like with more sophisticated braking and suspension systems. Ray: Are you kidding? This is the best there is. Delta: I don't know how I can ever thank you for what you've done. You've saved my planet and my people. You will always be welcome. Billy: Goodbye, everyone. I'll always think of you here at Shangri La, Ray. Ray: Goodbye, Billy. I won't forget you, either. Billy: Oh, I almost forgot. Will you look after the Vincent for me? Remember to feather the clutch. Ray: Bye. All: Bye! Gavrok's spaceship Singer: Love is the answer. Here's to the future. Billy: Let's make this baby fly. Outside Shangri La Mel: Stop! The Doctor: No, don't worry. Gavrok absorbed so much energy that the device has lost all its power. The Doctor: Way hey. Ah, Mister Burton. Thank you for saving Mel's life. Burton: No, thank you, Doctor. I haven't had such a shindig since I went buffalo hunting in Africa. Oh, it's a ferocious brute, you know, the buffalo. Goronwy: 1928, hibiscus blossom. The Doctor: Oh, what a sweet gesture. Oh, you're more than a collector, Goronwy. You're a man of taste. Burton: Oh, good heavens. The Skegness Glee Club, and I haven't got any staff. Burton: Oh, I'll have to go. Goodbye, my dear. Mel: Goodbye. Burton: Ah, welcome, campers. Now I am your camp leader while you are at Shangri La. My name is Burton. The Doctor: I believe this is your satellite, gentlemen. Weismuller: We did it! We actually did it, Hawk. Hawk: It's wonderful! It's wonderful! Weismuller: Thanks, Doctor.
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foreverdreaming
PART ONE Written by Ian Briggs Original air date: 23 November, 1987 Run time: 24:01 Refrigeration room Belazs: Halt! Kracauer: Oh, you lucky, lucky people. You are the chosen ones, the elite, specially selected to join our force of mercenaries and create fear and terror wherever you go. Zed: We were tricked. Kracauer: Kane has paid seventeen crowns for each of you, and he insists on value for money. Zed: Seventeen crowns? You couldn't even buy a dog for seventeen crowns. Kracauer: Precisely. I wouldn't have paid seventeen crowns for the lot of you, let alone each. Kracauer: Only frostburn. Zed: Frostburn? Kracauer: Liquid nitrogen. Minus two hundred Celsius. Just be thankful your arm didn't go inside the vat, otherwise it would never have come out again. Right, freeze them. Zed: Wait! You mean we're going to be frozen? Kracauer: Until Kane needs your services, yes. What's the matter, getting cold feet? Kracauer: k*ll him! Kracauer: Leave him. He's in the restricted zone. He's a d*ad man. Restricted zone Kane: Pay no attention to the intruder. You may continue with your work. TARDIS Mel: Where is it? The Doctor: Iceworld. A space trading colony on the dark side of the planet Svartos. Space travellers stop there for supplies. I've been picking up a faint tracking signal for some time. I think there's something interesting going on there, Mel. Shopping mall Announcer (O.C.): Don't miss our special offer in the nurturing spares department. Photon refrigeration units for only twenty four ninety five. Thank you. Mel: A freezer centre? How boring. The Doctor: Oh, trust not appearances, Mel. You never know what might be lurking in the freezer chests. Think gothic. The Doctor: This way. Restaurant The Doctor: Ah, two of your best strawberry milkshakes, if you please. Anderson: Certainly, sir. Glitz: There must be some mistake in the reckoning. Ace: The mistake's in your wallet, not my arithmetic. Glitz: Do you take Asteroid Express? The Doctor: Glitz! Mel: Glitz! Glitz: What? No, never heard of him. Mel: It's us, Mel and the Doctor. You haven't forgotten us, have you, Glitz? Glitz: Shush. Keep your voice down. No, of course I haven't forgotten you. Mel, and the Doc. Here, you're not the Doctor. The Doctor: I've regenerated. The difference is purely perceptual. Glitz: Here, you couldn't do us a favour, could you? You see, I'm in a spot of bother. The Doctor: What's this, Glitz? Not another one of your dodgy deals backfired? Glitz: No, no, nothing like that, straight up. Fact is, I'm on a mission of highly philanthropic nature. Mel: What's that? Glitz: It means it's beneficial to mankind. Mel: We know what philanthropic means. What's the mission? Glitz: I have been entrusted to deliver certain secret documents which nefarious unnamed parties would stop at nothing to grasp within their own grubby digits. The Doctor: You mean... Mel: They'd k*ll you. Belazs: Sabalom Glitz, we've been looking for you. Mel: Leave him alone. If you k*ll him, you k*ll us too. The Doctor: Er, steady on there, Mel. Belazs: What are you talking about? Mel: Oh, he's told us everything, about how you tried to stop him delivering secret documents... Glitz: Shush. Belazs: Becoming quite a story-teller, aren't we, Glitz? I'm afraid you also seem to be a victim of Mister Glitz's cavalier attitude toward facts. The Doctor: Glitz. Belazs: I'm not interested in any secret documents which Mister Glitz may or may not possess. I am more concerned with the hundred crowns he took from my employer, Mister Kane, under false pretences. Glitz: That was highest quality merchandise. Belazs: A space freighter full of deep frozen fruit which turned out to be rotten. Glitz: Oh, a bit on the ripe side, maybe. Belazs: They were putrefying, Glitz. Glitz: A little past their prime, perhaps. Belazs: And Mister Kane does not run Iceworld to subsidise crooks like yourself. The hundred crowns, please. The Doctor: I think you'd better pay back the money, Glitz. Glitz: I can't. The Doctor: Why not? Glitz: Well, you see, there was this game of cards. I got well damaged. Belazs: What about the hundred and two crowns you sold your crew for? Mel: Sold your crew? Glitz: Well, the mutinous rabble. They tried to take command of my spacecraft. I relieved myself of them for seventeen crowns a piece. Rather more than they were worth, I think. Belazs: The money. Glitz: Gone the way of all organic matter, I'm afraid. Down the tube. Belazs: In that case, we're confiscating your spacecraft. Glitz: The Nosferatu? You can't do that. Belazs: You have seventy two hours to find one hundred crowns or you lose your spacecraft. Glitz: But it's my livelihood. Glitz: Doctor, you've got to help me. The Doctor: You've only got yourself to blame. Refrigeration room Kracauer: We're going to have trouble with this lot when you defrost them, Mister Kane. Kane: Trouble? Kracauer: They didn't volunteer willingly. Kane: None of my mercenary force will be willing when I bring them out of cryosleep. The process causes complete loss of memory. With no memories they can have no past, no future, no will of their own, no purpose except to obey me. To them I shall be invincible. My power shall be absolute. Restaurant Anderson: You will do as you're told. Less of your lip or you'll be out on your ear. Ace: Hope the dragon gets you in the night. Mel: Dragon? What dragon? Ace: It's just a legend. There's supposed to be a terrifying dragon living in the ice passages underneath Iceworld. Mel: I knew there must be a reason why you brought us here. You want to see the dragon, don't you. The Doctor: Oh really, Mel, it's fascinating. Travellers claim to have seen it throughout the centuries but there's never been any proof. Mel: Like the Lock Ness monster. The Doctor: Loch. Mel: Och! Ace: You're going to go looking for the dragon? The Doctor: Absolutely. Ace: Oh, cool. Can I come too? The Doctor: Won't you get into trouble with your boss? Ace: Oh, I'm fed up with being a waitress. Oh, go on, Professor, let me come too. The Doctor: Well, I don't see why not. Ace: Ace! And can we search for the treasure, too? The Doctor: Treasure? Ace: Yeah. The dragon's supposed to be guarding a fabulous treasure. Glitz: (laughs) Treasure? What treasure? You don't want to go believing in myths and legends, Doctor. Mel: Who asked you? We're not talking to you. Glitz: No, if you want my opinion, all this talk of treasure and dragons, it's all a load of old spacedust. Ace: Well, if you're so convinced it's all rubbish, why have you been burning holes in this treasure map for the last two days? Control room Belazs: He says he lost the money in a game of cards. Kane: I know he lost the money in a game of cards. The game was fixed. What about the map? Belazs: He's convinced it's genuine. Kane: Excellent. He'll soon realise if he wants to see his spacecraft again he has no alternative but to go after the treasure. And when he does, I shall be with him every step of the way. Belazs: There's just one thing. Kane: Yes? Belazs: He appears to have two colleagues. Kane: Colleagues? I thought he sold his entire crew. Belazs: They're not from his crew, sir. Space travellers. A man and a girl. Do you want them eliminated? Kane: Not for the moment, I think. There's no reason for them to suspect that the seal on the treasure map contains a tracking device. Restaurant The Doctor: Fascinating. Absolutely fascinating. Mel: Looks like something from a jumble sale to me. Glitz: Oi, there's nothing snide about this document. Ace: You don't want to believe nothing you get from him, Professor. He probably bought two hundred of them in a job lot. Glitz: Do you mind? This is the real McCoy, this is. It comes from an unimpeachable source. Ace: What's that, then? Glitz: That means it is beyond reproach or question. Ace: I know what unimpeachable means, bird bath, but what makes you so certain this map's pedigree is twenty four carat? Glitz: Because I acquired it from a man of character and distinction. Mel: How? Glitz: I won it in er, a chess match. Mel: You won it playing cards. Doctor, it's a waste of time. He won it in a card game. Glitz: An honest transaction. The man was desperate not to lose this map, so I know it's something very, very tasty. The Doctor: It shows the lower levels of Iceworld. Ace: No one goes down there any more. Too dangerous. The Doctor: The Ice Garden, the Singing Trees. Glitz: But like the girl says, Doctor, it's too dangerous. The Doctor: Where's your sense of adventure, Glitz? Glitz: What, do you want to go here, the Lake of Oblivion? The Doctor: Where? Glitz: Depth of Eternal Darkness? Dragonfire? I should stop at home, if I were you. Ace: Cor, this sounds brill. The Doctor: My sentiments precisely. What's your name, incidentally? Ace: Everyone calls me Ace. The Doctor: Oh, how do you do. I'm the Doctor and this is my friend Mel. Ace: And we're really going to go looking for dragons? Glitz: Too risky if you ask me. The Doctor: Nonsense, Glitz. Time for a quick adventure then back for tea. Ace: Ace! Mel: That's the spirit, Doctor. Glitz: Hang about! You can't go without me, that's my map. And I don't want these girls coming along, either. Ace: What? Glitz: It's too dangerous. Ace: Professor! Glitz: And since it's my map... Ace: Right, you male chauvinist bilge bag, just you wait. Glitz: Oh, nice. The Doctor: And I was so looking forward to meeting a dragon. Mel: Oh, it's all right, Doctor, you go on ahead. I'll wait here. And if Glitz burns his fingers in the dragon's f*re, then it serves him right. Glitz: It's just you and me, then, Doctor. Control room Belazs: They have left the upper levels now. Kane: Only two of them, you say? Belazs: Glitz and the traveller called the Doctor. They're just setting off for the lower levels. Kane: Excellent. Continue to monitor the tracking device. Well? Belazs: It's Glitz's spacecraft. Kane: What of it? Belazs: It's just that... Kane: Yes? Belazs: Well, if Glitz and the Doctor are as good as d*ad, I'd like the spacecraft. Kane: Oh, you'd like the spacecraft, would you? When you first came here you had nothing. You were willing enough to take my payment then. But now you want to leave. Perhaps you have memories of a home you can return to? Perhaps I should have put you into cryosleep along with all the others and erased your memories. Kane: Perhaps you need reminding. As long as you bear my mark, I own you. Man (O.C.): Yes, sir? Kane: Glitz's spacecraft. Have it destroyed. Man (O.C.): Yes, sir. Restaurant Announcer (O.C.): Would the emergency services please report to the docking bay to deal with an icing up. Thank you. Mel: It's all your fault. Ace: How'd you work that out? Mel: You were encouraging them both. Oh ace, oh brill. Woman: You girl. Yes, you, girl. Come here. Ace: What do you want? Woman: This milkshake isn't adequately shaken. Ace: That's how they come, missus. Woman: It's got lumps in it. Mel: It's supposed to have lumps in it. That's the ice cream. Woman: But we don't want lumps in it. Shake it some more. Ace: Shake it yourself. Woman: I beg your pardon? Ace: You heard. Woman: I've never been so insulted... Ace: Bet you've never had a milk shake tipped over your head, neither. Anderson: I'm awfully sorry, madam. That does it, you're fired. Ace: I'm sorry. It won't happen again. Anderson: Get out. I've had enough of you. Ace: I promise it'll never happen again. Anderson: Get out! You too, out. Mel: Me? Anderson: Both of you. Out! Mel: All right, I'm going. Anderson: You're troublemakers, hooligans. I do apologise for my staff. I do assure you, those milk shakes don't stain. Restricted zone Computer: Current ambient temperature minus ten Celsius. Target temperature minus a hundred and ninety three Celsius. Computer: Cabinet temperature dropping. Ace's room Announcer (O.C.): If there's anyone in the emergency control room, would you please answer the phone. Thank you. Ace: Well, come on in, if you're going to. He really gets up my nostrils, that Glitz. Mel: Oh, he's all right underneath. Ace: No. He's a grade A hundred percent div, that's what he is. Underneath. Ace: Look, leave those alone, will you? Mel: I was only trying to make room to sit. Ace: Well, just sit on top of them like everyone else does, can't you? Mel: All right, all right. Ace: I've been meaning to do the washing for a couple of weeks. Mel: Looks more like a couple of months to me. Ace: You're just like the teachers used to be at school. How do you expect to pass your chemistry A level if you can't even store the equipment properly? Mel: A level? You're from Earth? Ace: Used to be. Mel: Whereabouts on Earth? Ace: Perivale. Mel: Sounds nice. Ace: You ever been there? Mel: No. Ace: I was doing this brill experiment to extract nitroglycerine from gelignite, but I think something must have gone wrong. This time storm blows up from nowhere and whisks me up here. Mel: When was this? Ace: Does it matter? Mel: Well, don't you ever want to go back? Ace: Not particularly. Mel: What about your mum and dad? Ace: I haven't got no mum and dad. I've never had no mum and dad and I don't want no mum and dad. It's just me, all right? Mel: Sorry. What about your chemistry A level, then? Ace: That's no good. I got suspended after I blew up the art room. Mel: You blew up the art room? Ace: It was only a small expl*si*n. They couldn't understand how bl*wing up the art room was a creative act. Announcer (O.C.): If anyone sees any member of the emergency services, will you please ask them to pop along to the upper docking bay when they've a moment to spare. Thank you. Ace: Isn't anyone going to do anything about that ice jam blocking the docking bay? Here, take these. Mel: Deodorant? Ace: They're just old cans. They've got home made Nitro Nine in them now. Mel: Nitro Nine? Ace: It's just like ordinary nitroglycerine, except it's got a bit more wallop. Careful you don't drop them. Come on. Control room Computer: Cabinet at minus a hundred and ninety three Celsius. Man (O.C.): Yes, sir. Belazs: It's me, Belazs. Mister Kane has changed his mind about Glitz's spacecraft. It's not to be destroyed, do you understand? Man (O.C.): Spacecraft is not to be destroyed. Belazs: That is correct. Lower levels The Doctor: Have you seen any Singing Trees or Ice Gardens, Glitz? Glitz: We're still too close to the upper levels, Doctor. Let's cast me eyes over the map. The Doctor: Well, since we've come from that direction, I think we should go in that direction. Then again... The Doctor: Perhaps that direction. Yes. And keep your eyes peeled for any Singing Trees or Ice Gardens, Glitz. Docking bay Kracauer: Come on, both sides, push! Harder! Push. Ace: Gordon Bennett, what a bunch of Spocks. They'll never get it open at that rate. Here, let's have a couple of those. Mel: You're not going to use those, are you? Ace: If I were you lot, I'd go for your tea break now. Kracauer: Why? What's in those cans? Ace: Nitro Nine. We've got eight seconds. Last one back's a gooey mess. Kracauer: Nitro? Everybody, get down! Ace: Ace! Mel: Ace! Restricted zone Computer: Target blood temperature of minus one hundred and ninety three Celsius achieved. Kane: What are you doing in the restricted zone? Belazs: I was looking for you. There's been an ice jam in the upper docking bay and the emergency services haven't responded. Kane: Must I do everything myself? Go there immediately and take charge of the situation. Belazs: Of course. Singing Trees The Doctor: Singing Trees. Glitz: But these aren't trees. The Doctor: Use your imagination, Glitz. Willow trees, something like that. Glitz: Well, where's the singing coming from? The Doctor: Air current causes the crystal membranes to vibrate. Glitz: I bet this is worth a few grotzits. The Doctor: Yes, what's it do? Glitz: Do? The Doctor: Yes. Some sort of opto-electronic circuit. But why? I mean, what's it doing here? Glitz: You mean someone made all this? Dragons? The Doctor: Possibly. Come on, Glitz. Tempus fugit. I want to be back in time for tea. Docking bay Belazs: What is going on? You two are under arrest. Take them away. Mel: What? Ace: Hang about! Put me down. Ace: Leave me alone! Get off! Stop it! Not fair! Ice junction The Doctor: Glitz? Glitz? Glitz? Refrigeration room Kane: Quite a little expert with expl*sives, I hear. Ace: Yeah? So what if I am. Kane: Excellent. I like women with f*re in their bellies, don't I, Belazs? I might yet have a use for you. Ace: Oh yeah? What makes you think I'd be interested? Kane: Oh, I can be very persuasive. Ace: I'm not frightened of you. Kane: Good. Because I shall need people like you in my army of mercenaries. Ace: You what? Kane: Think about it. Travelling through the twelve galaxies, the diamond sparkle of meteorite showers, the rainbow flashes of an ion storm. Think about it. Mel: Don't listen to him, Ace! Kane: How old are you? Ace: Six, eighteen. Kane: Eighteen, eh? No home to call your own. The twelve galaxies are your home. Come with me. I understand you. Mel: It won't be like that, Ace! Don't believe him. Kane: Join me. Take my golden sovereign. Kane: Take the sovereign. Mel: Don't do it, Ace! Please, don't do it! Kane: You've heard altogether too much. Freeze her! Mel: No, Ace! Kane: Take my coin. Take the coin. Ace: Right, freeze! I mean, don't freeze. Stand still and let Mel go. Kane: You stupid girl. Think it's that easy to walk away from me? Ace: Do you feel like arguing with a can of deodorant that registers nine on the Richter scale? Run! Lower level Mel: Hang on, are you sure this is the right way? Ace: Course I'm sure. Don't you trust me? Mel: I don't know. What with the dragon and all that. Ace: The dragon. It's just something to frighten little children with. It's like witches and goblins. There ain't no such thing.
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foreverdreaming
PART TWO Written by Ian Briggs Original air date: 30 November, 1987 Run time: 24:40 Lower level Mel: Hang on, are you sure this is the right way? Ace: Course I'm sure. Don't you trust me? Mel: I don't know. What with the dragon and all that. Ace: The dragon. It's just something to frighten little children with. It's like witches and goblins. There ain't no such thing. Ace: Wicked! Mel: Get down! Ace: That's not a real dragon. That was a laser beam. Mel: Look out! Ice cliff Glitz: It's no use, Doctor. I've located the Ice Garden but there's a distinct absence of dragon or treasure. The Doctor: Glitz, I sympathise with your disappointment, but I'm about to plummet to my death. Glitz: Oh, I suppose you want me to risk my neck and come and help you. The Doctor: Glitz! Glitz: All right, all right. Don't get your delicates in a twist. The Doctor: Glitz! Refrigeration room Kane: Belazs, you astound me. Those two girls should have been searched when they were arrested. You seem to be taking advantage of my former feelings for you. Be warned, the past is an empty slate. I demand absolute loyalty now and forever, and I don't forgive those who betray me. The girls must be stopped before they reach Glitz and the Doctor. They must be eradicated. Kane: What could be more appropriate than to despatch some of Glitz's former crew after the girls. He betrayed his crew, now they can have their revenge. Everyone should be allowed his moment of revenge. Base of the Ice cliff The Doctor: I say, thank you. Glitz: It's no use, Doctor. Even if we did find the treasure, it'd take us longer than seventy two hours, and Belazs said if I didn't return Kane's money within seventy two hours they'd confiscate my spacecraft. The Doctor: Why don't you explain the problem to him? Glitz: Oh, he'd slice his own mother up to make a point. If he was a mortician, the corpses would keep their eyes open. The Doctor: Ah. Glitz: In fact, if Kane knew we were after the... Refrigeration room Glitz (O.C.): Dragon's treasure, your life expectancy wouldn't be looking too clever at the moment. He's a cold man, Doctor. Cut him open and you won't find a heart, just a lump of ice. Base of the Ice cliff The Doctor: These types never have any sense of fair play. Glitz: Exactly. Which is why I've come to the conclusion that play it by the rules is a mug's game. I have decided to hijack the Nosferatu. Which is where you come in, Doctor. The Doctor: Ah, hang on there a minute, Glitz. I'm engaged in a project of scientific curiosity. I mean, that dragon, or whatever it may turn out to be, could be an undiscovered species. Glitz: Look, I'll do you a good deal. You help me get the Nosferatu back, and I'll give you the treasure map so's you and Mel can go looking for this dragon. I can't say fairer than that, can I? The Doctor: You have me there, Glitz. Without the map, I'll never find the creature. Glitz: You're a man of insight and logic, Doctor. The Doctor: All right, then. Where's the Nosferatu berthed? Refrigeration room Glitz (O.C.): In the lower docking bay. Restricted zone Kane: A work of artistry, my friend. Incandescent artistry. I could almost believe Xana lives again. A unique beauty, yes, but more than that, a criminal genius also. Oh, what a waste. It should have been I who was k*lled escaping arrest, not you. Top of the Ice cliff Ace: You're joking. I'm not going down there. Mel: Look, there's the Doctor's brolly. We must be on the right track. Ace: What did he have to come this way for? I could break my neck. Mel: How are we going to get down there? Ace: Hang on. Lower docking bay Glitz: There's only one guard. Do you think you can occupy him while I slip on board? The Doctor: I'll do my best. Glitz: Go on, then. Away you go. The Doctor: Excuse me. What's your attitude towards the nature of existence? For example, do you hold any strong theological opinions? Guard: I think you'll find most educated people regard mythical convictions as fundamentally animistic. The Doctor: I see. That's a very interesting concept. Guard: Personally, I find most experiences border on the existential. The Doctor: Well, how do you reconcile that with the empirical critical belief that experience is at the root of all phenomena? Guard: I think you'll find that a concept can be philosophically valid even if theologically meaningless. The Doctor: So, what you're saying is that before Plato existed, someone had to have the idea of Plato. Guard: Oh, you've no idea what a relief it is for me to have such a stimulating philosophical discussion. There are so few intellectuals about these days. Tell me, what do you think of the assertion that the semiotic thickness of a performed text varies according to the redundancy of auxiliary performance codes? The Doctor: Yes. Nosferatu Glitz: Ah, my ship. Soon be light years away from this place. Belazs: I wouldn't touch those controls if I were you. Base of the Ice cliff Ace: Wicked. And the bilge bag said this was too dangerous for girls. Nosferatu Belazs: This spacecraft is mine. Glitz: Hang on, the seventy two hours aren't up yet. You said if I could get hold of the grotzits I could have the Nosferatu back. Belazs: Then I shall just have to make sure you don't manage to find the money in time. I shall have to make very sure. The Doctor: Hello. Not interrupting anything, am I? Belazs: What are you doing here? The Doctor: That's a very difficult question. Why is everyone round here so preoccupied with metaphysics? Glitz: I think she's going to k*ll us, Doctor. The Doctor: Ah. An existentialist. Belazs: Quiet! Only one of us can leave Iceworld aboard the Nosferatu, and one way or the other it's going to be me. Glitz: What about the boss, Mister Kane? Does he know of your little enterprise? Belazs: Kane doesn't own me. The Doctor: Oh, I think he does. I think he bought you like he buys everything in Iceworld. Belazs: What would you know about it? The Doctor: I think he bought you a long time ago. He paid seventeen crowns for each of Glitz's crew. How much did he pay for you? Was it worth it? Were you worth it? Belazs: That's what I sold myself for, Kane's mark. I ought to cut my hand off for doing it. Belazs: Go on, then. k*ll me! Glitz: Well, come on, Doctor. We've got the Nosferatu back. Let's get out of here. The Doctor: No, Glitz. You can't go on stealing everything you want, like this Stradivarius and that Dutch master. Pay Kane back his debt, even if it costs a thousand crowns, ten thousand crowns. Pay back the debt. And as for you, your debt to Kane, I don't think you'll be able to pay it off. Ever. Restricted zone Kane: The whole of eternity has held its breath for this moment. But no one must ever see your work. It exists, that is enough. No one can ever look upon your work and live. Gaze on it and die fulfilled. Lower levels Mel: What's the matter? Ace: Shush. Did you hear that? Mel: Hear what? Ace: I thought I heard something. Mel: Well, what kind of something? Ace: I don't know. Can you see anything? Mel: Look out! Ace: Run! The Doctor: I think we go straight on. Either that, or we don't. Glitz: Well, now that we've found the Dragonfire, what's next on your list of tourist attractions, Doctor? The Doctor: Well, I'm not absolutely certain this one's over yet. The Doctor: It must be generating a spot temperature in excess of fifteen hundred Celsius. Mel: Right, cover your ears. Ace: Ace! Yeah, good job. Throw the other one. Ace: Yeah, go for it, tiger. That was well brill. Mel: We're not in the clear yet. Ace: I don't believe it. Not after two cans of Nitro. Nothing can survive that. Come on, Mel, shift! Mel: Okay! Ace: Come on! Come on, wake up. Mel: Oh, what happened? Ace: It's all right, doughnut. He's gone. Glitz: Get back, Doctor. The Doctor: No, Glitz, don't. Glitz: Why? The Doctor: We've got no right to k*ll. Glitz: Why didn't it k*ll us? The Doctor: Perhaps we'd better ask it. Refrigeration room Kracauer: Can't sleep, Belazs? Belazs: How old do you think I am, Kracauer? Kracauer: Thirty three, thirty four? Belazs: And how old do you think I was when I first agreed to join Kane? Sixteen. That was a long time ago. Do you see this? Kracauer: Yes, the mark of the sovereign. Belazs: You'd have thought it would begin to disappear after twenty years. Kracauer: We sold ourselves. We knew what we were doing. We had a choice. Belazs: I was sixteen. Kracauer: Even at sixteen we had a choice. Belazs: He'll k*ll us. He'll find someone younger and he'll k*ll us unless we k*ll him first. Kracauer: How do you propose to do that? Belazs: With heat. Even here in Iceworld it's too warm for him. I've seen inside the restricted zone. That's where he keeps his refrigeration unit. He has to return there whenever his body temperature rises too high. Lower levels Ace: Do you want some coffee? Mel: Oh, thanks. Ace: Do you know what I did for a job when they threw me out of school? Mel: No. Ace: I worked as a waitress in a fast food cafe. Day in, day out, same boring routine. Some boring life. It was all wrong. It didn't feel like me that was doing it at all. I felt like I'd fallen from another planet and landed in this strange girl's body, but it wasn't me at all. I was meant to be somewhere else. Each night I'd walk home and I'd look up at the stars through the gaps in the clouds, and I tried to imagine where I really came from. I dreamed that one day everything would come right. I'd be carried off back home, back to my real mum and dad. Then it actually happened and I ended up here. Ended up working as a waitress again, only this time I couldn't dream about going nowhere else. There wasn't nowhere else to go. Restricted zone Kane: One day, when we return home, I shall erect colossal statues in your honour. Computer: Current ambient temperature minus ten Celsius. Target temperature minus a hundred and ninety three Celsius. Cabinet temperature dropping. Lower levels Ace: There's something I've never told anyone. Do you promise not to laugh, and not to tell no one? Mel: Of course. Ace: It's my name. It's not really Ace. My real name's Dorothy. That's how I knew they couldn't be my real mum and dad. My real mum and dad would never have given me a naff name like Dorothy. Come on. Restricted zone Computer: Minus one hundred and fifty. Minus one hundred and sixty. Minus one hundred and seventy. Computer: Cabinet temperature rising. Minus one hundred and sixty. Ice junction Mel: Down there? Ace: I suppose so. The Doctor: Ah, Mel, you've brought my umbrella. Mel: Oh, Doctor! Ace: Professor! Bilge bag. Glitz: What's that? The Doctor: Now, now, stop this squabbling. There's no place for animosity on a serious scientific undertaking. Mel: Do you mean the dragon? The Doctor: Well, it's not so much a dragon as more of a semi-organic vertebrate with a highly developed cerebral cortex. Ace: And it's got laser beams in its eyes. It tried to k*ll us. Mel: Yes. The Doctor: Really? Well, I wonder what you did to annoy it? Ace: It just came at us, Professor. No warning. The Doctor: Really. Well, let's see what this vertebrate with laser beams has got to say for itself. The Doctor: Hello. Where might you have popped up from, then? Mel: He's been sent by Kane, Doctor. Ace: He's got masses of them frozen in his deep freeze. The Doctor: Cryogenesis, eh? Glitz: Hang about. I'd recognise that mutinous expression anywhere. Ace: Friend of yours, is he? Glitz: Pudovkin, old son, you've no idea how pleased I am to see you again. The Doctor: It's no good, Glitz. Ace says he's been cryogenically frozen. Glitz: What about the time we captured that space freighter loaded up with all that natural fruit alcohol. We got well dehydrated that night, didn't we? The Doctor: It's no use. Deep cryogenics freezes the neural pathways. Glitz: Oh, come on, old son. A joke's a joke. It's me, Sabalom Glitz. The Doctor: It's completely impossible for him to recall any events prior to cryogenesis. Pudovkin: I remember. The Doctor: Except in cases of overwhelming hatred or anger. Pudovkin: I remember how you always had the best of our pickings. Glitz: I don't recall. Pudovkin: I remember. I remember how you sold our entire crew to Kane to be frozen as mercenaries. Glitz: Oh now, come on, old son, don't go jumping to conclusions. Ace: I thought he was a friend of yours. Glitz: More of an acquaintance, actually. The Doctor: We don't mean you any harm. Do you understand? Mel: It's friendly. Ace: It wants us to go with it, Professor. The Doctor: Well, let's see what our new friend wants to show us, shall we? Restricted zone Computer: Warning, defrost threshold crossed. Cabinet temperature rising. Plus one Celsius. Plus two Celsius. Plus three Celsius. Computer: Plus four Celsius. Kane: What's happening? Can't breathe. Too warm. Kracauer, what is this? Kane: No, not my statue. No! Who has desecrated the monument? Who? Kane: Belazs. Computer: Target temperature minus a hundred and ninety three Celsius. Temperature dropping to zero Celsius. Minus ten Celsius. Minus twenty Celsius. Singing Trees Mel: This is beautiful, Doctor. Ace: Here, I can hear singing. Where's it coming from, Professor? The Doctor: I think he wants us to watch. Ace: What's he doing, Professor. The Doctor: Ah, so that's what this is all about, a polydimensional scanning imager. And I bet the creature's using itself as the energy source. Archivist: Planetary archives, criminal history segment ninety three twelve oh three. Two of the most vicious examples of the criminal mentality have been the leaders of the notorious Kane-Xana g*ng. Until its demise, this g*ng carried out systematic v*olence and extortion unequalled in its brutality. In view of the sheer evil of his crimes, Kane is to be exiled from the planet Proamon and never allowed to return home. He will be banished to the barren planet of Svartos, which has a permanently frozen dark side on which he can survive. Refrigeration room Kane: Ah, my dear Belazs. You know, I've been thinking. I've been thinking of your request to leave. You've been with me a long time now. I've grown very fond of you, but I've been thinking it over carefully and I've decided. You may leave me. Belazs: Leave? Kane: Whenever you wish. Go in fortune and happiness. Kane: You traitor. I've been planning my revenge for three thousand years. How can you stand in my way now I am so close? Singing Trees Archivist: Kane's partner, the woman Xana, k*lled herself during the final siege of the g*ng's headquarters to avoid being arrested and tried for her crimes. The Doctor: Fascinating. Mel: Well, that explains about Kane, but where does the creature come from? Glitz: And what about the fabulous treasure? Is this it? The Doctor: Oh, no, no. We might be deep beneath Iceworld, but Kane could find his way here easily enough. No, the treasure's got to be somewhere else, somewhere beyond Kane's reach. What does he fear most? Ace: Heat. It'll k*ll him. The Doctor: Precisely. And what better way of protecting the real treasure than to leave a fire-breathing dragon to guard it? What better protection than if the dragon is the treasure. Mel: The creature, the treasure? The Doctor: Am I right? Are you the one that everyone's looking for, treasure? Glitz: It must be worth a fortune. The Doctor: No, look past the gold and the gemstone, Glitz. Look at the f*re inside. A source of intense optical energy. Restricted zone The Doctor (O.C.): Look at it through Kane's eyes. See it as an evil mind would see it. Kane: At last. After three thousand years, the Dragonfire shall be mine.
{"type": "series", "show": "Doctor Who", "episode": "24x13 - Dragonfire - part 2"}
foreverdreaming
PART THREE Written by Ian Briggs Original air date: 07 December, 1987 Run time: 24:26 Singing Trees Glitz: It must be worth a fortune. The Doctor: No, look past the gold and the gemstone, Glitz. Look at the f*re inside. A source of intense optical energy. Restricted zone The Doctor (O.C.): Look at it through Kane's eyes. See it as an evil mind would see it. Kane: At last. After three thousand years, the Dragonfire shall be mine. Refrigeration room Bazin: Duty guard. Kane (O.C.): We have an incident in the lower sectors, quadrant six. An aggressive non-terrestrial. Restricted zone Kane: It is marked with a radio tracking device. I want the creature eliminated. Bring me back its head. Singing Trees Glitz: I'm beginning to feel a rather cosy warm sensation in my money pouch. Ace: Lay one finger on the dragon, bilge bag, and I'll rivet your kneecaps together. Mel: We've got to stop Kane from finding the creature. Ace: Look! The Doctor: There's something not right. Can't put my finger. Proamon. Proamon. Mel: Well, the hologram said that Proamon was Kane's home planet. The Doctor: Yes, but where have I heard of it before? I mean, where was it? Was it in the past or is it in the future? Glitz: Is any of this important, Doctor? The Doctor: Is a grain of sand important, Glitz? I must go back and consult my star charts on the TARDIS. Ace: Your spacecraft? Brill! Mel: But there isn't time, Doctor. Ace: Doughnuts. Glitz: No need to perambulate back to Iceworld, Doctor. These passages have their own star charts. The Ice Garden. I found it, remember? The Doctor: A primitive star chart. Missing constellations, orbital calculations, I imagine. Ah yes, I would like to see this. Ace: Ice garden? The Doctor: Er, you stay here. I shan't be long. Glitz: The Doctor's right. You two stay here until the Doctor and I get back. Ace: Bilge bag. The Doctor: Now, now, now, now, now. You stay here with them. They can look after you so you don't get into any trouble, Glitz. Glitz: Do what? Behave, Doctor. The Doctor: Don't argue! The three of you are safer together. Refrigeration room Mcluhan: How many ant hunts you been on? Bazin: Ant hunts? Mcluhan: A N T. Aggressive non-terrestrial. Have you ever seen one? Bazin: Not as such. Mcluhan: Ah, thought not. Bazin: But it's standard procedure. Mcluhan: And what do you think a standard non-terrestrial looks like? Bazin: Well... Mcluhan: Try thinking of a scorpion, two metres tall, coming at you out of the shadows. Right, now do me a favour and leave your water p*stol at home. If I'm relying on you to cover my back I want to know that you are carrying enough a*tillery to blow this ant clean across the space lanes. Singing Trees Mel: We could always pass the time by playing a game, I suppose. I spy, or something. Refrigeration room Mcluhan: Ready? Bazin: Two metres tall? Mcluhan: Minimum. Let's go. Ice junction The Doctor: They always mark north and south on these things, never backwards and forwards. The Doctor: Tell you what, you seem to know where you're going. Why don't I just trust to your sense of direction? Refrigeration room Kane: The time is at hand. In a few hours, when the Dragonfire is mine, we shall be able to leave this wretched planet. I want you to spread terror throughout the upper levels and drive everyone towards the Nosferatu. I want no one left in Iceworld. Lower levels Mcluhan: Here, take this. It's a radio tracking device. Fix it on the front of your g*n where you can see it. If this ant so much as twitches, I want to know. Ice Garden The Doctor: Silver bells and cockle shells, and ice gardens all in a row. Extraordinary. This must be a solar system. There's a large red star with small orbiting planets. Constellations, yes, but that one's too high up. They're all slightly out of position. This star chart's no use any more. How long have you been on this planet? Two thousand years? Longer? Singing Trees Ace: This is naff. This is mega-naff. And what's more, I'm out of Nitro. But I've got tons more back in my quarters. Mel: Well, let's go back and get some. Glitz: No, thank you. We'll steer clear of the home made stuff, I think. There's six hundred kilos of commercial back on board the Nosferatu. I'll go and fetch some of that. Ace: Nosferatu? Glitz: You two stay here. Ace: Oh! Glitz: Just for one, bog, do as I say, and stay here. Don't go wandering off. Mel: Why do we always get left out? Glitz: I'll be back as soon as I can. Ace: I spy with my little eye something beginning with I. Mel: Ice. Ace: Your go. Restaurant Ice Garden The Doctor: Oh, you want to be leaving. Ice junction Bazin: Got it. Mcluhan: Direction? Bazin: Straight ahead. No, it's to the right. Mcluhan: Distance? Bazin: Five metres. Bazin: Four. Bazin: Three. Mcluhan: Where is it? Bazin: Heading away. Mcluhan: Come on. Restricted zone Computer: Current ambient temperature minus ten Celsius. Target temperature minus a hundred and ninety three Celsius. Singing Trees Ace: I spy with my little eye something beginning with M. Mel: Doctor! Ace: That doesn't begin with M. The Doctor: Where's Glitz? Ace: Professor! Mel: He's gone back to his spacecraft. The Doctor: We've got to hurry. We might be able to stop Kane and save the creature. Lower levels Mcluhan: We're too close to the upper levels. Bazin: It's here. Mcluhan: Where? Bazin: I don't know. It's everywhere. It's coming towards us. Mcluhan: There's nothing there. Bazin: It's still approaching. It's all around us! Mcluhan: Where? Bazin: It's down there! Mcluhan: Stop, hold your f*re. All right, come out. Bazin: It's a girl. How come the tracker's picking her up. Mcluhan: Come on! Ice passage The Doctor: Back to the TARDIS. Mel: But what about the creature? We've got to save it. The Doctor: The creature will always be under thr*at from Kane, unless we can convince him that his star charts are hopelessly wrong. Then we might be able to put an end to all this. Ace: This isn't another wind up, is it? I mean, I really am going to see your spacecraft, aren't I? Shopping mall Stellar: Bye. Lower docking bay Glitz: Here! Computer: Stand clear of the doors, please. Glitz: What's going on? Computer: Undocking sequence in progress. Glitz: Open up! Computer: Locking arms disengaged. Glitz: You can't go without me! Computer: Spacecraft ready to clear Iceworld. Safe journey and good fortune, Nosferatu. Glitz: You can't leave me, not after all these years. Come back! Glitz: Kane. Shopping mall The Doctor: Where is everyone? Must be half day closing. I don't think we've got much time. Ace: What are we doing here? I thought we were going to see your spacecraft. Mel: This is our spacecraft. Ace: I'm not stupid. Mel: Just come on. TARDIS Ace (O.C.): Squeeze up, then. Ace: Hang about. The Doctor: That's it, Proamon. Ace: Here, how'd you do that, then? Mel: Well, it's bigger on the inside than the outside. The Doctor: There is no planet Proamon. Mel: It's transcendentally dimensional. Ace: Don't come all clever dick with me. What's going on? Mel: It's difficult to explain. The Doctor: Quiet! There are things to be done. Mel: Oh, Doctor! The Doctor: Come on. Ice passage Bazin: Leave me. I'll hide. Come back for me. Mcluhan: Come on. Just down here, come on. You can do it. That's it. Catwalk Ace: Here, this is a shortcut to my quarters. The Doctor: Later, Ace. We're in a hurry. Ace: No, it's all right. You go on ahead. It's just I don't feel properly dressed without a couple of cans of Nitro. I'll catch you up. The Doctor: Come on, Mel. We're wasting valuable time. Mel: If we miss you, we'll meet you in your quarters. Shopping mall Glitz: Sprog? Doctor? Mel? Woman: Ah, you there. Have you seen a small child called Stellar anywhere? I appear to have mislaid her. Evidently not. Well, if you do find her, would you be so good as to let me know? Ice passage Mcluhan: f*re! Mcluhan: Right, just the head, and its finished. Bazin: Can't we just leave the head? Mcluhan: Mister Kane wants the head, and I never leave a job half done. Bazin: The dragon's treasure. Ace's room Glitz: Ace? Ace? Ice passage Mel: The creature, it's d*ad! They've k*lled it. The Doctor: Yes, and it had a final surprise for anyone who wanted to try and interfere with it. A huge energy surge when its head was disconnected. Mel: What shall we do with it now? The Doctor: We'll finish its job for it, and put an end to all this death and destruction. Ace's room Mel: Ace? Glitz: Hey, you nicked it. Mel: Where's Ace? Glitz: I don't know. The Doctor: This is not good enough. Glitz: Well, she wasn't with me. Mel: Come on, we've got to find her. Glitz: You lost her. Control room Kane: Doctor? Glitz? Refrigeration room Kane (O.C.): I know you can hear me. I'd like to propose a transaction. My very final transaction before I leave Svartos. Control room Kane: The Dragonfire for the girl. Bring me the Dragonfire and you can... Refrigeration room Kane (O.C.): Have the girl. Special closing down sale, you might call it. Control room Kane: But hurry, while stocks last. Refrigeration room Glitz: I think he means it, Doctor. The Doctor: No doubt. Mel: But we can't give him the treasure. The Doctor: We've no choice. The creature's already d*ad. Ace is still alive. Restricted zone Computer: Current ambient temperature minus ten Celsius. Target temperature minus a hundred and ninety three Celsius. Stellar: Goodnight, teddy. Control room Kane: At last, after three thousand years. Bring it here. The Doctor: Three thousand years, eh? Long enough for an entire civilisation to have come and gone. Kane: Are you some kind of idiot? The Doctor: You know, for someone who's had the patience to wait around for three thousand years, you seem to be in rather a hurry suddenly. Glitz: What's all this three thousand years? The Doctor: Three thousand years since you were exiled here from Proamon, along with the creature. Kane: Who are you? The Doctor: Just a traveller. Kane: What do you know about Proamon? Mel: We all know. The creature showed us on the hologram. Kane: Oh, the archives. I should have destroyed them. The Doctor: No, no, no, you should keep them for souvenir value, along with the Ice Garden. Glitz: Why was the creature doing time as well? Kane: The biomechanoid was my jailor. Look around you. The controls laying d*ad, waiting for an energy source. The Dragonfire is that energy source. The Doctor: And without it you are powerless. Kane: They thought they could imprison me on this wretched planet by implanting the power source inside the creature. They shall learn of their folly. The Doctor: And the living creature was created to keep you prisoner. Kane: There were times when I ached for death. I considered journeying round from the cold dark side of Svartos to the sun blistered surface on the other side, where I would quickly die. Now, with the Dragonfire, I have the power to return to Proamon and exact my revenge. You, girl. Bring me the Dragonfire. Mel: No. I'm not going to lift a finger to help you. Ace: Melanie? Don't listen to her. She doesn't mean it. Doughnut, give him the treasure. I'm sixteen, I'm too young to be freeze dried. Glitz: Come on, Mel. This is no time to be fastidious. Mel: Doctor? The Doctor: Look, let me explain. Kane: You're wasting my time. The Dragonfire is mine now. You can either give it to me alive or I shall take it from your d*ad bodies. The Doctor: The logic is inescapable. Kane: Place it in the circuit. Mel: Doctor, what's happening? The Doctor: It sounds like a starflight drive. Glitz: Starflight drive? It can't be. Glitz: This is a spacecraft. The whole colony's a spacecraft! Kane: My hour of vengeance. The Doctor: Vengeance on whom, Kane? You're too late. Mel: All your mercenaries are d*ad. Kane: I can soon find more. The Doctor: But where will you find another home planet? Kane: You're talking in riddles, Doctor. Proamon is my home planet. The Doctor: Was your home planet. Take a look at your navigational equipment. It's fully operative now. Kane: There must be something wrong. The Doctor: Sadly not. Your planet, your people, your entire race were destroyed one thousand years after you were exiled. Kane: No. No, it's not possible. The Doctor: Look at the sun of Proamon. When you left, it was a cold red giant surrounded by freezing planets. Kane: There's nothing there but a neutron star. The Doctor: Your sun turned supernova two thousand years ago, and all its planets were engulfed in the expl*si*n. Your people were annihilated, your planet obliterated. You're too late, Kane, for your revenge. You have no home. Time has flowed by. Kane: No. No! It shall not be! Computer: Danger, unfiltered sunlight. Glitz: What's he doing? It's scorching. Iceworld Glitz (O.C.): Good afternoon, shoppers. This is the new management speaking, Captain Glitz. It's time for a few changes. TARDIS Mel: Well, I suppose it's time. The Doctor: Time? Funny old business, time. It delights in frustrating your plans. All Kane's perfidious aims thwarted by a quirk of time. Mel: No, I meant I suppose it's time I should be going. The Doctor: Oh. Mel: Time that I left. The Doctor: Yes, well, you could be right. Time for you to go. Mel: Before I go, I... The Doctor: Well, it is time. Mel: Doctor. The Doctor: You must go. Mel: Before I go I'd like to say... The Doctor: There's no point, Mel. No point hanging around wasting time. Mel: No, I'm not going until I've said my piece. I just want to say that... The Doctor: There's no time, Mel. Mel: Oh, all right, you win. The Doctor: I do. I usually do. Mel: I'm going now. The Doctor: That's right, yes, you're going. Been gone for ages. Already gone, still here, just arrived, haven't even met you yet. It all depends on who you are and how you look at it. Strange business, time. Mel: Goodbye, Doctor. The Doctor: I'm sorry, Mel. Think about me when you're living your life one day after another, all in a neat pattern. Think about the homeless traveller and his old police box, with his days like crazy paving. Mel: Who said anything about home? I've got much more crazy things to do yet. Glitz: Well, we've officially renamed my new spacecraft the Nosferatu Two, just cracked a bottle of ye old carbonated fruit alcohol over the bows and next stop sunny Perivale, eh, sprog? Ace: Suppose so. Mel: Have you got room for another one? Glitz: Are you Perivale bound as well? Mel: Well, I was thinking of going a bit further. Glitz: How much further? Mel: How much further are you going? Glitz: Hang on half a millisecond. The Doctor: Excellent. Yes, Mel can keep you out of trouble, Glitz. Mel: And that means no more dodgy deals. Glitz: Thanks a billion, Doctor. The Doctor: Glitz. Mel: Ace doesn't have anywhere to go. The Doctor: Nonsense. An idyllic place, Perivale. It's got lush green fields and a village blacksmith, and... Mel: Doctor, she comes from the twentieth century. The Doctor: Oh. Glitz: Come on, Mel. Extract your digit. Mel: I'll send you a postcard. The Doctor: But I don't have an address. Mel: Oh, I'll put it in a bottle and throw it into space. It'll reach you, in time. The Doctor: Ace, where do you think you're going? Ace: Perivale. The Doctor: Ah yes, but by which route? The direct route with Glitz, or the scenic route? Well? Do you fancy a quick trip round the twelve galaxies and then back to Perivale in time for tea? Ace: Ace! The Doctor: But there are three rules. One, I'm in charge. Ace: Whatever you say, Professor. The Doctor: Two, I'm not the Professor, I'm the Doctor. Ace: Whatever you want. The Doctor: And the third. Well, I'll think up the third by the time we get back to Perivale. Shopping mall Woman: There you are. I've been looking all over for you. Now come on.
{"type": "series", "show": "Doctor Who", "episode": "24x14 - Dragonfire - part 3"}
foreverdreaming
PART ONE Written by Ben Aaronovitch Original air date: 05 October, 1988 Run time: 24:33 1: EXT. SPACE (Planet Earth in space while a sound montage of cultural speakers from the 1960s... A dalek mother ship approaches the Earth.) J F KENNEDY (O.C.): Our most basic common link is that we all inhabit this small planet. We all breathe the same air. We all cherish our children's future. M L KING (O.C.): I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up... [ OPENING TITLES ] 2: EXT. OUTSIDE COAL HILL SCHOOL (A school bell rings and the playing children pile into the school yard. The DOCTOR and ACE emerge from a corner, the TARDIS behind them. ACE's ghetto blaster is at full blast. A young girl across the road stares at ACE.) ACE: What's she staring at? DOCTOR: Your clothing's a little anachronistic for this time period (Takes notice of ghetto blaster) And that doesn't help... (The DOCTOR switches off Ace's ghetto blaster.) ACE: Well, it's not my fault this decade got no street cred. I mean, look at that kid. (ACE turns to look at the girl again. But she is gone. The DOCTOR suddenly becomes aware of the black van parked beside the road.) DOCTOR: Strange... ACE: Oi, professor, can we get something to eat now? (The DOCTOR turns to Ace.) DOCTOR: You're not carrying any Nitro-9 expl*sives in there? ACE: No. DOCTOR: What do you make of that van? ACE: Dunno. TV detector van? DOCTOR: No. Wrong type of aerial... For this time period, that's a very sophisticated piece of equipment. ACE: What's so sophisticated about that rig? I've seen better aerials on a CB... Professor, I'm hungry! Lack of food makes me hungry, ya know. DOCTOR: Lack of food makes you obstreperous... Why don't you go and buy some consumables? There's a cafe down there. While I undertake a detailed and scientific examination of that van that has so singularly failed to grab your attention. ACE: Right. (ACE begins to walk off.) DOCTOR: Ace! (ACE stops and turns back to the DOCTOR.) ACE: What? (The DOCTOR slides up from behind the van holding a small bag in his right hand.) DOCTOR: Money. ACE: Oh. (ACE approaches the DOCTOR and takes the small bag.) ACE: Thanks. (ACE walks off again while the DOCTOR circles the van. The mysterious girl appears from the doorway.) 3: INT. CAFE (ACE enters the cafe. She approaches a table and places her ghetto blaster and her baseball bat on it. Yet unnamed, MIKE watches this weird girl. ACE sees a jukebox playing in the corner of the cafe. She approaches it. The jukebox plays "Return to Sender".) 4: EXT. OUTSIDE COAL HILL SCHOOL (The DOCTOR climbs up from a ladder on the side of the van. He balances on top of the van roof. He measures the length of the sophisticated aerial with his umbrella. The mysterious girl watches. Returning the umbrella to his pocket, the DOCTOR takes a silk from his pocket and ties it onto the aerial end. He looks about. The DOCTOR estimates something and points across the road. The mysterious girl disappears.) 5: INT. CAFE (At the bar, ACE bashes an ashtray with a Kn*fe.) ACE: Service! Oi! Anybody home? MIKE: Not like that. (ACE turns to MIKE, who gets up and approaches the bar.) ACE: Like what then? MIKE: Like this: Oi! Harry! Customer! (ACE covers her ears.) MIKE: Like that. ACE: Right. HARRY: Coming. MIKE: See. It's easy when you know how. (MIKE returns to his table. HARRY appears.) HARRY: Right. Give it a rest Mike. I had enough of that during the w*r... Er, can I help you, miss? ACE: Oh yeah. Four bacon sandwiches and a cup of coffee, please. HARRY: Four bacon sandwiches and one cup of coffee. Righty-ho. (ACE empties the small bag the DOCTOR gave her earlier on the cafe bar. She squints at the weird coins.) 6: EXT. COAL HILL SCHOOL PLAY GROUND (The DOCTOR peers into the schoolyard. The mysterious girl is playing hopscotch on the gridded playground, singing. The DOCTOR runs over to a dark patch on the floor. He brushes his finger against it and tastes. The DOCTOR approaches the girl, intending to talk to her. The girl stops and runs off.) DOCTOR: She doesn't talk to strangers... Very wise... (The DOCTOR puts his umbrella handle into the breast pocket of his jacket. He pulls out a small measuring device. Looking at it, the DOCTOR returns the device to his pocket and walks off.) (The mysterious girl watches the DOCTOR from afar just within the Boys toilet doorway.) GIRL: (Singing) Five, six, seven eight. It's a doctor at the gate. 7: EXT. OUTSIDE COAL HILL SCHOOL (The DOCTOR exits the school playground. He suddenly runs across the road and over to the mysterious black van, he pulls the back door open and jumps inside.) 8: INT. BACK OF VAN (A woman, RACHEL, sits before several measuring machines. The DOCTOR sits down in front of them. RACHEL mistakes the DOCTOR for someone else.) RACHEL: You took your time. Get on the radio and tell the Captain. I think I've located -- DOCTOR: The source of magnetic fluctuation, perhaps. (The DOCTOR reaches forward and begins adjusting mechanisms on the machines.) RACHEL: A path fluctuation, yes. DOCTOR: I thought so... Any possibility of natural phenomena? RACHEL: Not likely. It's a repeated sequence. DOCTOR: So, it's artificial in origin. RACHEL: Yes. Excuse me? DOCTOR: Yes? RACHEL: Who are you? DOCTOR: The Doctor. RACHEL: I'm Rachel. Professor Rachel Jensen. DOCTOR: How do you do? I'm sure I've heard of you. (Suddenly a voice comes over the communication equipment. RACHEL pulls up her headphones and flips a switch.) VOICE: Red 4. Red 4, come in please. RACHEL: Red 4 receiving. Listen, Group Captain, there's this man... What? ... On my way. 9: EXT. OUTSIDE THE TARDIS (ACE and MIKE walk along the pavement beside the parked TARDIS.) ACE: 12 pennies to the shilling. 8 shillings to the pound right? MIKE: No. 20 shillings to the pound. That makes 240 pennies in a pound. Where are you from anyway? ACE: Pervaile. Why? Oh, this is a stupid system. 12 pennies to the shilling, 20 shillings to the pound, right? MIKE: Yeah. Are you from somewhere else? ACE: No ... So what's half a crown? MIKE: Well that's easy -- RACHEL: Sergeant! (MIKE runs over to RACHEL beside the van.) ACE: Sergeant? RACHEL: The Group Captain says he's under att*ck. We have to get moving. (MIKE runs to the driver's seat and RACHEL runs to the passenger side of the van. The DOCTOR pops out from the back of the van.) DOCTOR: Ace, get in here! (ACE runs up and jumps into the van. RACHEL pulls the passenger door open.) RACHEL: Matthews is hurt. MIKE: Where are they? (RACHEL sits in the van and holds the side of the door.) RACHEL: At the secondary source, Totters Lane. 10: EXT. TOTTER'S LANE JUNKYARD (Group Captain GILMORE lays a rug over Matthews. The van approaches the junkyard gates. People surround the gates. MIKE pulls the van up. A policeman stands there.) MIKE: Military. (The policeman nods his acceptance. The gates are opened and the van drives in. The gates are closed again. The van parks and ACE and the DOCTOR jump out from the back of the van. The DOCTOR approaches Group Captain GILMORE who helps RACHEL out of the van.) DOCTOR: What's the situation? GILMORE: Who the devil are you? DOCTOR: I'm the Doctor and this is Ace. You must be with the military. GILMORE: Well, how do you know? DOCTOR: I'm very perceptive. GILMORE: Is he with you professor? RACHEL: Yes. GILMORE: Smith. MIKE: Sir? GILMORE: Take the girl and set up a position by Red 6. MIKE: Yes, sir. Come on, Ace. (MIKE and ACE head off for Red 6.) GILMORE: You better come and take a look. (Group Captain GILMORE, the DOCTOR and Rachel walk over to the covered Matthews. The DOCTOR pulls back the cover and unzips Matthews' overalls. He places his hand through Matthews' shirt.) DOCTOR: No evidence of tissue damage... Ah, massive internal displacement. GILMORE: What? DOCTOR: His insides are scrambled. Very nasty. RACHEL: The effect of the blast? DOCTOR: No. A projected energy w*apon. GILMORE: Projected what? RACHEL: A death ray? DOCTOR: Very succinct... I presume you've got reinforcements coming. GILMORE: Any minute now. (The DOCTOR leaves RACHEL and GILMORE with Matthews to examine the presumed dangerous area from behind some "junk".) GILMORE: This is preposterous. A death ray? It's unbelievable. (The DOCTOR overhears GILMORE.) DOCTOR: What a predictable response. (ACE and MIKE run over to the black van.) 11: INT. RED 6 VAN MIKE: Miss Williams. (Nothing.) MIKE: Allison! (ALLISON appears.) ALLISON: Sergeant, at last! How's Matthews? MIKE: He's d*ad. Is Blue 1 responding? ALLISON: What? Blue 1 yes. They'll be here in a minute. d*ad, are you sure? 12: EXT. JUNKYARD (The DOCTOR returns to GILMORE and RACHEL) DOCTOR: Whatever fired that w*apon's trapped in there. There's no way out. GILMORE: How can you be sure? DOCTOR: I've been here before. (The reinforcements turn up. The truck stops and a SERGEANT exists the front seat.) SERGEANT: Right, everybody out! (He bashes the side of the truck with his hand.) SERGEANT: Come on, quickly. Move it, move it. (The soldiers pile out of the truck and line up behind it.) SERGEANT: Squad, atten'shun! (The soldiers stand attention.) GILMORE: Stand at ease! (The soldiers do so.) GILMORE: Right, now, the situation is this: we have an armed hostile pegged up in that lean-to shed. I want the squad to cover the entrance. No f*ring unless I give the command, is that understood? (The soldiers nod their acceptance.) GILMORE: Remember he's armed and hostile, so keep under cover as much as possible... Sergeant. SERGEANT: Sir. GILMORE: Detail some men to clear these civilians. SERGEANT: Yes, sir. (The SERGEANT departs and heads towards the end of the patrol line up.) SERGEANT: You two, come down with me and we'll sort this lot out. (The two soldiers stand at attention and follow the SERGEANT towards the arguing public.) SERGEANT: All fall back as far as possible, please. There is nothing to be seen here. GILMORE: Smith. MIKE: Sir? GILMORE: Take two men and get Matthews out of here. MIKE: Yes, sir... You two, fall out, follow me. (MIKE runs off with the two soldiers behind him.) DOCTOR: I don't think you realise what you're dealing with here. GILMORE: Doctor, I assure you that these men are hand picked. They can deal with anything... provided they can see it. Right men, take up positions. (The soldiers do so. The DOCTOR joins ACE and ALLISON beside a black van. MIKE and two soldiers run over to Matthews.) MIKE: Take his arms. Move him back to the truck. (The soldiers do so and drag Matthews over towards the truck. An energy bolt suddenly fires across the junk yard hitting one of the soldiers dragging Matthews. He flies backwards and into some metal roofing.) DOCTOR: Down! (The DOCTOR, ACE and ALLISON duck behind the van.) GILMORE: Covering f*re now! (The soldiers, MIKE and GILMORE open f*re on the lean-to shed.) GILMORE: Cease f*ring! (They stop. The DOCTOR and RACHEL run over to the truck Gilmore stands behind.) GILMORE: Get down! RACHEL: What was it? DOCTOR: That was your death ray. RACHEL: I know that... but how? To transmit focused energy at that level, it's incredible. It's... DOCTOR: Yes? RACHEL: It's... beyond the realm of current technology. GILMORE: If you could save the science lecture for a less precipitous moment. Now perhaps, Doctor, you could tell me what is going on? DOCTOR: You must pull your men back now. It's our only chance. GILMORE: It's preposterous. We can't disengage now! Whatever's in there, my men can handle it. Sergeant! DOCTOR: Listen to me, Brigadier! GILMORE: Group Captain. Group Captain Gilmore! DOCTOR: Nothing you possess will be effective against what's in there! (The SERGEANT runs up behind the DOCTOR and RACHEL.) SERGEANT: Sir? GILMORE: Three men, rifled-grenades. Even spread, left right and centre. f*re on my command. SERGEANT: Yes, sir. (The SERGEANT runs off.) DOCTOR: Captain, you're not dealing with human beings here. GILMORE: What am I dealing with? Little green men? DOCTOR: No. Little green blobs in bonded-polycarbite armour. (The SERGEANT runs up behind the truck again.) SERGEANT: The grenades are ready, sir. DOCTOR: Group Captain Gilmore. GILMORE: f*re. DOCTOR: Humans. SERGEANT: f*re! (The grenades are fired. And the shed is torn to pieces. ACE runs up behind the truck and to the DOCTOR's side.) ACE: That's some serious hardware. Did you see that, professor? Unsophisticated, but impressive. GILMORE: Smith! MIKE: Sir? GILMORE: Get on the radio and call up Blue 4 and 6. Tell 4 to pick up an ambulance on the way. MIKE: Yes, sir. DOCTOR: It doesn't matter how many men you get here. It isn't going to make any difference. GILMORE: Doctor, my men have just put three high-explosive grenades into a confined area. Nothing even remotely human could have survived that. DOCTOR: That's the point group, captain, it isn't even remotely human. (MIKE runs over to a black van, jumps in and pulls the door shut. He picks up a large walkie-talkie thing and activates it.) MIKE: Blue 4, Blue 4, this is Red 6, come in please. BLUE 4: Red 6 receiving. MIKE: Blue 4, Group Captain Gilmore requests that you pick up an ambulance and proceed to Bravo Delta. (Suddenly another energy bolt blasts through the van window and hits a group of barrels some distance behind it. The soldiers open f*re on the shed again.) GILMORE: Cease f*ring! Cease f*ring! (The f*ring stops.) GILMORE: Wait for a target! (Suddenly a grey-coloured dalek appears.) GILMORE: f*re! (They all open f*re on the dalek. It fires back.) DOCTOR: Aim for the eyepiece! (The DOCTOR turns to ACE.) DOCTOR: Ace, give me some of that Nitro-9 you're not carrying. (ACE opens her rucksack.) DOCTOR: Quickly. (ACE hands the DOCTOR a can.) DOCTOR: And another. (ACE hands the DOCTOR another can.) ACE: It's my last can. DOCTOR: I should hope so too. (The DOCTOR begins to run off but stops and turns back to ACE.) DOCTOR: Erm... How long? The fuse? ACE: 10 seconds. DOCTOR: That's long enough. (The DOCTOR runs off towards the dalek. GILMORE points his g*n round the front of the truck. RACHEL is behind him.) GILMORE: When I tell you, head for the entrance. Take the girl with you. RACHEL: Then what? GILMORE: I'll meet you back at HQ. Go now, Rachel! (GILMORE fires his "chunky" w*apon. The DOCTOR takes shelter behind a barrel.) DOCTOR: Oi, dalek! (He whistles his attention for the dalek.) DOCTOR: It's me... the Doctor! ... What's the matter? Don't you recognise your mortal enemy? (The dalek starts to head towards the DOCTOR. The DOCTOR turns away from is and pulls the caps off the top of the Nitro-9 cans with his teeth. The f*ring squad cease f*ring.) DOCTOR: (Three, four, five, six...) (The DOCTOR places the cans of Nitro-9 on the ground. He heads off, just as the dalek reaches the expl*sives. The expl*sives reach their countdown and explode as the dalek just crosses over them. The DOCTOR jumps to the ground.) GILMORE: Smith! ACE: Doctor! (ACE runs over to the DOCTOR and helps him up.) DOCTOR: Ace, you said ten seconds. ACE: Nobody's perfect, Professor. Are you all right? DOCTOR: Of course I am. Can you drive? ACE: Why? DOCTOR: Good, I thought so. Get in there. (The DOCTOR and ACE jump into a squad van as RACHEL and ALLISON run over to the remains of the dalek.) GILMORE: I want an emergency team here at the double. Put a guard on that thing. Inform command HQ; we will be returning there at once! And I want a w*apon team at the Coal Hill School. MIKE: Sir. (MIKE starts to head off.) GILMORE: And Smith! (MIKE stops and turns back.) GILMORE: And I want them armed with ATRs. MIKE: Yes, sir. (RACHEL dips her pencil into the green remains of the dalek creature. GILMORE walks up behind them, looking at the remains.) RACHEL: It has an organic content. ALLISON: Or occupant. GILMORE: What the devil is it? 14: INT. VAN (The DOCTOR and ACE sit in the truck.) DOCTOR: A dalek. Only trouble is, it's the wrong dalek. (ACE is trying to start the van's engine while the DOCTOR cleans his clothes, hat and umbrella.) ACE: Is the right one better or worse? DOCTOR: Yes... Choke. ACE: No, thanks. (The DOCTOR leans forward and pulls the engine choke. The van starts up immediately. MIKE appears at the van window.) MIKE: What do you think you're doing? DOCTOR: Borrowing your van. (ACE drives the van off through the junkyard gates.) 15: INT. VAN ACE: These Day-leks... DOCTOR: Daleks. ACE: Oh, Daleks. Where are they from? DOCTOR: From Skaro, or at least originally. They're the mutated remains of a species called the Kaleds. Left here. ACE: When were the left here? DOCTOR: No. Turn left here. ACE: Oh right. DOCTOR: No left! You missed the turning! ACE: What turn? Where? DOCTOR: Why don't you concentrate on where you're going? ACE: Look, I'm doing the best I can! If you don't like it, you drive! (The van enters a dark tunnel. ACE suddenly finds herself in the passenger seat and the DOCTOR at the driving wheel.) DOCTOR: The Kaleds were at w*r with the Thals. They had a dirty nuclear w*r. The resulting mutations were then accelerated by their chief scientist, Davros. What he created them, he then placed them in a metal w*r machine. And that's how the Daleks came about... ACE: So that metal thing had a creature inside controlling it? DOCTOR: Exactly. And ever since the Daleks were created they've tried to conquer and enslave as much as the universe as they can get their grubby protuberances on. ACE: And now they want to conquer the Earth. DOCTOR: Nothing so mundane. They conquer the Earth in the 22<sup>nd</sup> Century... No. They want the Hand of Omega. ACE: What's that? DOCTOR: One thing at a time, Ace. (The van drives off round a corner.) 16: INT. COMMAND HQ CORRIDOR (GILMORE exits a door. MIKE and RATCLIFFE appear.) MIKE: Sir. GILMORE: Yes, sergeant? What is it? Who is this man? MIKE: Sorry, sir. This is Mr Ratcliffe. He's brought some of his men, I think they can be of some use to us. GILMORE: You do, do you? (GILMORE turns to RATCLIFFE.) GILMORE: Mr Ratcliffe. RATCLIFFE: Please to meet you, sir. (RATCLIFFE extends his arm offering a handshake.) 17: INT. COMMAND HQ CONTROL ROOM RACHEL: We must get that dalek to a well equipped laboratory. ALLISON: And a half-decent biologist. RACHEL: What do you do think we should do? ALLISON: You're the Scientific Advisor, it's your decision. RACHEL: Before I make any suggestions I want to catch up with the Doctor. ALLISON: Who is he anyway? RACHEL: Someone who knows a lot more about Daleks then we do. When I get hold of him I'm going to get some answers out of him... or... ALLISON: Or what? RACHEL: I'll set you onto him. ALLISON: He certainly seems to have a detailed knowledge of the Daleks. And given that they are not terrestrial, it is possible that he is... RACHEL: Not of this Earth ... An alien? ALLISON: I just wish he was more obvious. You know, if he had green skin or antenna sticking out of his head or something. 18: EXT. OUTSIDE COAL HILL SCHOOL (The van rolls up and stops beside the road. The DOCTOR and ACE jump out of the van. The DOCTOR carries ACE's rucksack. He struggles to take it off through the arm with his umbrella attached.) ACE: Why are we here? DOCTOR: This is where Rachel detected the primary source of the transmissions. (The DOCTOR hands ACE her rucksack. In her other hand is her ghetto blaster. ACE follows the DOCTOR towards the school. The DOCTOR and ACE begin to enter the school. The mysterious girl watch the DOCTOR and ACE.) 19: INT. COAL HILL SCHOOL (The HEADMASTER pins up a piece of paper on the notice board. He notices the DOCTOR and walks over.) HEADMASTER: Ah. (The HEADMASTER walks over to the DOCTOR and ACE as they enter. The DOCTOR raises his hat taking the HEADMASTER's hand.) DOCTOR: Good Afternoon. HEADMASTER: And you would be? DOCTOR: The Doctor. And you? HEADMASTER: I'm the Headmaster here... Doctor, eh? Well, you're a bit over-qualified for the position... but... if you would like to leave your particulars and references. DOCTOR: References? HEADMASTER: You are here for the position of school caretaker? DOCTOR: Oh, no. We're here for a completely different reason. HEADMASTER: Oh... what can I do for you then? DOCTOR: Well, we would like to look round your school, if you don't mind? HEADMASTER: I'm afraid that is out of the question. DOCTOR: We've got reason to believe there is a great evil at work somewhere in this school. HEADMASTER: You will have to be more specific, Doctor. (Suddenly the HEADMASTER draws his finger to behind his left ear as his higher power gives him orders.) HEADMASTER: But I don't think it would do any harm... if you were to have a quick look round. DOCTOR: Thank you. HEADMASTER: My pleasure. (The DOCTOR and ACE walk off leaving the HEADMASTER standing there.) 20: COMMAND HQ CONTROL ROOM GILMORE: Smith. MIKE: Sir? GILMORE: Are the t*nk rockets being issued? MIKE: They're being taken direct to their position, sir. An additional consignment is going to the school. GILMORE: Good. Any news on the Doctor's whereabouts? MIKE: Red 4 has been seen in the Coal Hill area, sir. GILMORE: He must be heading back to the school. RACHEL: What is happening about the dalek? MIKE: Don't worry. It's under guard... It's safe. 21: EXT. TOTTERS LAND JUNKYARD (RATCLIFFE's men pull the remains of the dalek casing onto a truck.) RATCLIFFE: Right, get the tarpaulin over it. (They do so.) RATCLIFFE: Come on lads... Let's see you move.... Right, let's go. (RATCLIFFE and man enter the front seats of the truck, while the others stay on the back of the truck. The truck drives off.) 22: INT. COAL HILL SCHOOL SCIENCE LAB CLASSROOM (The DOCTOR and ACE enter the classroom. The DOCTOR plays with the scientific equipment.) ACE: You were expecting this Daleks, weren't you? DOCTOR: Yes. They're following me. ACE: I wouldn't be so happy if I had a bunch of Daleks on my case. DOCTOR: You can always judge a man by the quality of his enemies. (The DOCTOR disappears to the classroom window while ACE jumps up onto the lab table. She picks up a large black book, the cover reads "THE FRENCH REVOLUTION".) DOCTOR: Come and look at this. (ACE puts the book down and walks over to the DOCTOR. The DOCTOR opens the classroom window and leans outside.) DOCTOR: What do you make of that? (The DOCTOR points down towards the playground.) ACE: It's a playground. DOCTOR: The burn marks. See them? ... Well? ACE: A landing pattern for some kind of spacecraft, isn't it? DOCTOR: Very good. ACE: But this is Earth, 1963. Someone would of noticed, I would have heard about it? DOCTOR: Do you remember the Zygon gambit with the Lock Ness Monster? Or the Yetis in the Underground? ACE: The what? DOCTOR: Your species has the most amazing capacity for self-deception matched by only its ingenuity when trying to destroy itself. (The DOCTOR walks off to a lab table and plays with a beaker. ACE closes the window.) ACE: If the Daleks are following you, what are they after? DOCTOR: When I was here before, I left something behind. ACE: You mean the Hand of Omega? DOCTOR: Yes. (The DOCTOR walks out the classroom door. ACE follows.) ACE: What is the Hand of Omega? DOCTOR: Something very dangerous. 23: INT. WAREHOUSE (RATCLIFFE pulls the tarpaulin off the dalek casing.) VOICE: Report. (RATCLIFFE walks into his office. In the corner is a mysterious person sitting within what appears to be dalek base.) RATCLIFFE: My men have recovered the machine. The Doctor is co-operating with the military. VOICE: That is to be expected. I must be informed of his movements. RATCLIFFE: Yes, yes. We have our contacts. I will see that he is followed. (RATCLIFFE places his umbrella on a stand.) RATCLIFFE: That dalek machine. VOICE: Yes? RATCLIFFE: I should like to know exactly what it is? VOICE: The machine, a tool. Nothing more... 24: INT. COAL HILL SCHOOL OUTSIDE CELLAR (The DOCTOR and ACE step down a staircase.) ACE: What are we looking for? DOCTOR: Ssh. Whoever it was landed their spaceship in the playground... ACE: And that would be? DOCTOR: More Daleks. ACE: Great. I thought it might be something really nasty (!) DOCTOR: Ah, the cellar. Could be in there... ACE: Why the cellar? DOCTOR: Good place to put things... cellars. (The DOCTOR opens the cellar door. They both enter. The HEADMASTER watches them from his office door.) 25: INT. CELLAR ACE: I wish I had some Nitro-9. DOCTOR: So do I. ACE: What are you expecting to find down here anyway? DOCTOR: The unknown. ACE: Oh. Isn't that a bit dangerous? DOCTOR: Probably. But then if I knew what was down here, I wouldn't have to look. (ACE takes her baseball bat from her bang. The two further down the cellar steps and find a transmat machine. ACE steps onto the platform.) ACE: This is some severe technology. (The DOCTOR begins to examine the transmat controls. He opens a panel.) DOCTOR: Yes. Very elegant, very advanced. Flock circuitry elements... ACE: What is it? DOCTOR: A transmat. A matter transmitter... but transmitting from where? ... Think about 300 kilometres. ACE: Professor? ... Something's activated it. DOCTOR: Very unlikely. It's probably got an a*t*matic activator... (Pieces of a dalek creature suddenly materialise on the transmat platform.) DOCTOR: What? You're right! Something is beginning to come through. ACE: It's another dalek. DOCTOR: Excellent. ACE: Will this one be friendly? DOCTOR: I sincerely doubt that. (The DOCTOR turns to the transmat controls.) DOCTOR: Now if I can just get the transmitter to de-phase at the critical point... ACE: Doctor! DOCTOR: Any moment now. Quick! Down! (The DOCTOR and ACE jump to the floor. The dalek emerges and suddenly disintegrates and disappears. ACE and the DOCTOR get up from the floor.) ACE: The controls have gone d*ad. DOCTOR: Yes... The de-phase must have caused an overload. ACE: What did you do to it? DOCTOR: Well... I persuaded one half of the dalek to materialise where its other half was materialising. The two halves tried to co-exist at the same point. The resulting reaction destroyed it... Dangerous things, transmats... ACE: So no more Daleks can be transported through here? DOCTOR: Well, it will show them down a bit until the operator can repair the systems. ACE: The operator? DOCTOR: Yes, the Daleks usually leave an operator on station in case of any malfunctions. ACE: And that would be another dalek...? (Realising what ACE just said the DOCTOR looks round at her.) DOCTOR: Yes. DALEK: STAY WHERE YOU ARE! DO NOT MOVE! (A cream and gold dalek appears from the darkness of the cellar and heads straight for the DOCTOR and ACE.) DOCTOR: The stairs! (ACE heads up the stairs and through the door. The DOCTOR struggles up the stairs. ACE bumps into the HEADMASTER.) ACE: Oh sorry. (The HEADMASTER knees ACE in the stomach and pushes her to the ground. He looks the cellar door.) DOCTOR: Ace! Ace! Open the door! Hurry! Open... (The DOCTOR turns around to see the dalek hovering up the stairs towards him. It has its g*n centred on him. The DOCTOR backs against the locked cellar door.) DALEK: YOU ARE THE DOCTOR. YOU ARE THE ENEMY OF THE DALEKS! YOU WILL BE EXTERMINATED! EXTERMINATE! EXTERMINATE! EXTERMINATE! EXTERMINATE! EXTERMINATE!
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PART TWO Written by Ben Aaronovitch Original air date: 12 October, 1988 Run time: 24:31 School cellar Dalek: Stay where you are! Do not move! The Doctor: The stairs! School corridor Ace: Oh, sorry. The Doctor (O.C.): Ace! Ace! Open the door! Ace! Open... Cellar staircase Dalek: You are the Doctor. You are the enemy of the Daleks! You will be exterminated! Exterminate! Exterminate! Exterminate! Exterminate! School corridor Dalek (O.C.): Exterminate! Exterminate! Dalek (O.C.): Exterminate! Ace: Doctor! The Doctor: What's the matter with him? Ace: Stomach ace. The Doctor: School dinners. Give me a hand. Ace: Professor, he tried to lock you in. The Doctor: Ace! Headmaster: I'm sorry. Dalek: We must repair the transmat. Headmaster: Yes. Outside Coal Hill School The Doctor: What are you doing here? Oh, never mind. Get this thing out of here. Airman: I was ordered to deliver the ATRs to this position, sir. The Doctor: ATRs. t*nk rockets. Airman: Yes, sir. Ace: Will these things be any good against the Daleks? The Doctor: It's not the Daleks we're after, it's the transmat. School cellar Dalek: You will remain here. Outside Coal Hill School Airman: You'll have to sign for them, sir. Airman: Ahem. The Doctor: Come on. Airman: Hello, love. School corridor Ace: What about the Dalek? Won't he try and stop us? The Doctor: Quite possibly. Stay close behind. Ace: Hey. It must have gone back down to the cellar. Dalek: You will be exterminated. The Doctor: Ace, get down! Dalek: Exterminate! Ace: Ace. The Doctor: You destroyed it. Ace: I aimed for the eye-piece. Mike: This way! Move it, move it! You fetch the Group Captain. Any more? The Doctor: No. Mike: Did you do that? Ace: It makes a lot of smoke, doesn't it. Mike: Yeah. Gilmore: You've destroyed it. Good. The Doctor: It is not good. Nothing about this is good. I've made a grave error of judgment. Oh, I'm going to wish I'd never started all this. Group Captain, I must ask you to evacuate the immediate area. Gilmore: That's an absurd idea. Rachel: Why, Doctor? The Doctor: I've reason to believe a major Dalek Task Force could soon be operating here. Allison: Great. Gilmore: And where will this Task Force arrive from? The Doctor: One certainly is in place hidden somewhere in this vicinity. The other probably from a mothership in geostationary orbit. Gilmore: Be reasonable, Doctor. The Doctor: Do you doubt the non-terrestrial nature of the Daleks? I mean, examine this one. Or better still, ask your Scientific Advisor. Gilmore: Well, Professor? Rachel: I'm afraid the Doctor's right. It is alien. Gilmore: You're positive? Rachel: Yes. Gilmore: Professor, a word. This Doctor, do you trust him? Rachel: Well, he knows what he's talking about, and considerably more than he's telling us. I think we should go along with him for now. Gilmore: And later? Rachel: We could ask him for an explanation. Gilmore: We could do a lot more than ask. Very well, Doctor. I'll have to get a decision about this evacuation from my superiors. The Doctor: Splendid. Gilmore: I should know either way by tomorrow morning. I'll see you all then. The Doctor: I shouldn't touch it if I were you. It may not be completely dormant yet. Allison: That stench. Rachel: Now, Doctor, I have questions I would like answered. The Doctor: So have I. I'll return in the morning. Ace: Doctor, where are you going? The Doctor: To bury the past. Ace: I'm coming with you. The Doctor: It is not your past. You haven't been born yet. Would someone look after Ace for me? Rachel: Yes, of course. The Doctor: I'll borrow this. Rachel: Sergeant, have you room for Ace at your house? Mike: Yeah, sure. Mum runs a boarding house. I'd like you to meet her. Rachel: Ace? Ace: Yes? Rachel: Not been born yet. What did he mean by that? Cafe John: Can I help you? The Doctor: A mug of tea, please. John: Cold night tonight. The Doctor: Yes, it is. Bitter, very bitter. Where's Harry? John: Visiting his missus. She's in hospital. The Doctor: Of course. It'll be twins. John: Hmm? Your tea. Sugar? The Doctor: Ah. A decision. Would it make any difference? John: It would make your tea sweet. The Doctor: Yes, but beyond the confines of my tastebuds, would it make any difference? John: Not really. The Doctor: But... John: Yeah? The Doctor: What if I could control people's tastebuds? What if I decided that no one would take sugar? That'd make a difference to those who sell the sugar and those that cut the cane. John: My father, he was a cane cutter. The Doctor: Exactly. Now, if no one had used sugar, your father wouldn't have been a cane cutter. John: If this sugar thing had never started, my great-grandfather wouldn't have been kidnapped, chained up, and sold in Kingston in the first place. I'd be a African. The Doctor: See? Every great decision creates ripples, like a huge boulder dropped in a lake. The ripples merge, rebound off the banks in unforeseeable ways. The heavier the decision, the larger the waves, the more uncertain the consequences. John: Life's like that. Best thing is just to get on with it. The Doctor: Did you see that? John: See what? The Doctor: Nothing. What would you do if you had a decision, a big decision? John: How big? The Doctor: Saving the world. John: Really? The Doctor: Really. John: I wish you the best of luck. The Doctor: Let's hope I make the right decision. Things could get unpleasant round here. I'd take a holiday if I were you. John: Oh, sure. How long? The Doctor: Two or three days. After that, it won't matter one way or the other. Thanks for the tea. John: Any time. John: Nineteen ninety one? Funeral parlour The Doctor: Good morning. I believe this belongs to you. Martin: Yes. The Doctor: The door was open so I thought I'd just pop in and collect my casket. Martin: Ah, well, I'm the governor has yet to arrive and I'm afraid I can't just let you. Which er, casket would this be? Martin: Oh, I see. Er, well, if you could just wait until the governor arrives, I'm sure... The Doctor: Yes, that would be perfectly all right. Martin: Oh, good. Splendid. Mister er... The Doctor: Doctor. Martin: Doctor? The Doctor: Yes. Now, if I might be alone with the... Martin: Oh, yes, yes, of course. I'll leave you alone with, er. The Doctor: Thank you. Martin: I'll just be in the next room if you... The Doctor: Yes. The Doctor: Hello. Open. Funeral parlour office Martin: Hello, governor? Somebody's come to collect that big casket. Yes. Yes, the Doctor. Just one thing, governor. I thought you said he was an old geezer with white hair. Funeral parlour The Doctor: Now, let's see what you can make of this. Boarding house - front room Ace: Hello. Mike: Good morning. Ace: Where are you off to? Mike: I have to check some things out at the Association. Ace: Who's the Association? Mike: They're my friends. You can meet them later. Funeral parlour The Doctor: Come on, now. Give it up. The Doctor: Goodbye. Close. The Doctor: Follow me. Funeral parlour office Martin: Yes, all right, governor. The Doctor: Thank you. Martin: Oh, cheerio, Doctor. But Doctor, what about your... Ratcliffe's office Ratcliffe: Once we possess this Hand of Omega, what then? Computer: We shall be on the brink of great power. Ratcliffe: And our agreement? Computer: You too shall share this power, if you have the stomach for it. Ratcliffe: What do you mean? Computer: There will be casualties. Many deaths. Ratcliffe: w*r is hell. Cemetery The Doctor: It's very good of you to do this at such short notice. Vicar: Nonsense, my dear Doctor. The grave's been ready for a month. Mister Stevens, the gravedigger, was wondering what he should do. The Doctor: I had to leave suddenly. Vicar: Forgive me for saying this, but it seems to me that your voice has changed somewhat since we last met. The Doctor: Yes, it has changed. Several times. Vicar: I must say your pallbearers are very quiet. Silent as ghosts, really. The Doctor: Yes. Ratcliffe's office Ratcliffe: Yes? Good. Stay with the Doctor. Watch him and call me back. Ah, ah, ah. Yours not to reason why, just to obey orders. Now just get on with it. Ratcliffe: My man has found it. Computer: Yes, but my enemies have found your man. Outside the cemetery Dalek (O.C.): He is an agent of the renegade Daleks. Apprehend and interrogate. Headmaster: I obey. Cemetery Headmaster: What is the location of the renegade Dalek base? Mike: What? Get off me or I'll break... Headmaster: What is the location of the renegade Dalek base? Mike: I don't know what you're talking about. Headmaster: Renegade Daleks have defied the will of the Emperor Dalek. They must be located and destroyed. And you are an agent of the renegade Daleks. Mike: I work for Mister Ratcliffe. The Association. Mike: Who do you work for? Dalek (O.C.): Alert. Security is compromised. Terminate agent. Headmaster: No! Mike: Who do you work for? Vicar: It is over. The Doctor: No. It's only just beginning. Boarding house - dining room Allison: Thank you. Ace: The Professor said he'd be back by now. Rachel: What was he doing, anyway? The Doctor: Working, unlike some people. The Doctor: Have a nice sleep? Ace: It was okay. You're late. Mike: I found him wandering the streets. The Doctor: I was not wandering the streets. I was merely contemplating certain local cartographic anomalies. Mom: There's a message for you, Mike. Mike: Thanks. Ladies and gentlemen, the Group Captain is expecting us. Ace: Great. Something to do at last. Mike: Ah. He specifically ordered that Ace remain here. Ace: Professor? The Doctor: Ah, Ace, I have a present for you. Rachel: How did you do that? The Doctor: Higher technology, and no, I can't tell you how. Rachel: Why not? The Doctor: You're not ready for it. No one on this planet is. Mike: Ladies? Doctor? The Doctor: I'll meet you outside. Mike: Sorry, Ace. Work to be done. Back at six. Have dinner ready. Ace: Toe rag. Professor, you can't leave me here. The Doctor: Ace, I'm trying to convince Group Captain Gilmore to keep his men out of trouble, otherwise there'll be a lot of needless deaths. Ace: You're up to something. The Doctor: Yes. Ace: Then I have to come with you. The Doctor: No. Ace: Who else is going to guard your back? The Doctor: Will you obey me this once? I'll explain everything when I return. Ace: Tell me now! The Doctor: I haven't got the time! Ace: All right, I'll stay here if that's what you want. The Doctor: Trust me. Ace: Doctor? The Doctor: Yes? Ace: You'd better explain when you get back, or... The Doctor: Or? Ace: Things could get nasty. Van Mike: I wonder what he's up to? Rachel: Who knows? His motives are alien. Mike: Meaning? Rachel: Meaning I don't think he's human. Mike: And Ace? Rachel: She's not an alien. You're all right there. Mike: Good. Well, I mean, I wouldn't want her to be foreign, would I? Rachel: Ah, here comes the Doctor. Ratcliffe's office Computer: The enemy is about to start moving. Ratcliffe: Do you think that Group Captain Gilmore suspects us? Computer: (scoffs) Not the paltry military forces of your world. The real enemy. The Imperial Dalek faction, may their shells be blighted. Soon it will be w*r. Are you ready for w*r, Mister Ratcliffe? Ratcliffe: Yes. This country fought for the wrong cause in the last w*r. When I spoke out, they had me imprisoned. Computer: You will be on the right side in this w*r. Control room The Doctor: Group Captain, the evacuation? Gilmore: I've been in direct contact with High Command and they've agreed to stage a quiet withdrawal under the peace time nuclear accident provisions. They felt that given the sensitive stage of the current government... Allison: Just for a change. Gilmore: They felt, Miss Williams, that the initial stages could be carried out under the aegis of the Counter-Intrusion Measures, United Kingdom. The D-notice office has of course been informed and a cover story prepared. Rachel: What is it? Gilmore: I have no idea. Not my department. Now, Doctor, since you hold my career in your hands, I trust you can justify my faith. The Doctor: With respect, Group Captain, your career's magnificently irrelevant. Now, let's see. Any more transmission sites? Rachel: No, just at the school. The Doctor: Good. I want a direct line to Jodrell Bank. Let's see. 1963. The Fylingdale installations and the Royal Observatory. Order them to search these localities for any signs of high orbital activity. The Doctor: Now, I want the detector vans moved so they can cover this area here and here. Order all air and ground forces to avoid engaging the enemy at all costs. We must act with extreme caution. Allison: And if we don't? The Doctor: Goodbye civilisation as you know it. Boarding house - Front room Ace: Mrs Smith? Mom (O.C.): Yes? Ace: I'm just going out for a breath of fresh air. Mom (O.C.): All right, dear. Announcer: This is BBC television. The time is a quarter past five and Saturday viewing continues with an adventure in the new science fiction series, Doc... Control room The Doctor: Twenty six by zero zero one. A big mothership of some kind, with maybe as many as four hundred Daleks on board. Well, at least we know where it is. Rachel: Much good that does us. Gilmore: It would be foolish of me, I suppose, to hope that this mothership was not nuclear capable? The Doctor: That ship has w*apon capable of cracking open this planet like an egg. Allison: We've got the parts you wanted, Doctor. Where do you want them? The Doctor: Good. Over here. Rachel: Allison, we've located the mothership. It's in a powered geostationary orbit... Mike: Where? Rachel: Guess. Rachel: Right. Gilmore: Is that their main base, Doctor? The Doctor: For one group, at least. I believe we're dealing with two antagonistic Dalek factions. Rachel: Two? Gilmore: And do they both come from outer space? The Doctor: From another planet in a distant future. We must try and contain them, let them destroy each other. Gilmore: Shouldn't we send for reinforcements? Armoured units? The Doctor: Have you been listening to me, Group Captain? That spaceship up there has surveillance equipment capable of spotting a sparrow fall at fifteen thousand kilometres. Any sign of a military build-up and they may simply decide to sterilise the area. Gilmore: And we have no defence. The Doctor: Frightening, isn't it, to find there are others better versed in death than human beings. School corridor Ace: Hello? Anyone at home? School science lab Dalek (O.C.): att*ck squad in position. Dalek 2 (O.C.): Lower area clear. Dalek (O.C.): Proceed. Exterminate any aliens. Daleks (O.C.): We obey. Control room Rachel: What does it do? The Doctor: Well, at best it will interfere with the Dalek's control systems. I rigged something like it on Spiridon. Rachel: And the worst? The Doctor: It'll do absolutely nothing. Allison: Doctor? Red Nine reports an increase in modulated signalling. The Doctor: Where? Allison: Just a minute. The Doctor: Mike, phone up Ace and tell her someone will come and collect her. Mike: Right. Allison: The signal emanates from Coal Hill School. Multiple sources in close proximity. The Doctor: Multiple? They've got the transmat working again. Rachel: Transmat? What does that mean? The Doctor: More Daleks. Gilmore: Doctor, there's no reply from my men at the school. The Doctor: Get a vehicle ready. Load it up with plastic expl*sives and integral detonators. Gilmore: Right. Rachel: Why expl*sives? The Doctor: Well, that thing merely disorients and weakens them. What do you expect me to do then, talk to them sternly? Mike: Doctor, Mum says that Ace left ages ago. School science lab Dalek: Small human female sighted on level three. Ace: Who are you calling small? Dalek: Under att*ck. Under att*ck. Dalek: Vision impaired. Dalek: Reinforcements requested. School corridor Dalek: Human female is now leaving building. School Dalek 2: Stay where you are. Do not move. Dalek: Exterminate. Exterminate. Dalek 3: Exterminate. Daleks: Exterminate. Exterminate. Exterminate.
{"type": "series", "show": "Doctor Who", "episode": "25x02 - Remembrance of the Daleks - part 2"}
foreverdreaming
PART THREE Written by Ben Aaronovitch Original air date: 19 October, 1988 Run time: 24:30 School corridor Dalek: Human female is now leaving building. School Dalek 2: Stay where you are. Do not move. Dalek: Exterminate. Exterminate. Dalek 3: Exterminate. Daleks: Exterminate. Exterminate. Exterminate. Mike: You, move in. Mike: Fall back. Fall back! The Doctor: It works. It works! Mike: Fall back! Three, two, one, down! The Doctor: There were living beings in there. Mike: Not any more. Gilmore: Come on, Sergeant. We'll search upstairs. Mike: Yes, sir. Doctor, may I? The Doctor: Yes, Sergeant. Gilmore: Right. Mike: Stay sharp. Follow me. Rachel: Doctor? The Doctor: Hmm? Rachel: This one's still active. The Doctor: Oh? Let's see, Professor. The Doctor: Allison, it's d*ad. Thank you. Rachel: What was that? The Doctor: They've mutated again. Here, come and have a look. Compare that to the destroyed Dalek at Totter's Lane. Note the difference. Rachel: The other Dalek was underdeveloped, with vestigial limbs and sensory organs almost amoeboid. Allison, look. This is altogether different. It has functional appendages and some kind of mechanical prosthesis grafted into its very body. I think I'm going to be sick. The Doctor: Sergeant Smith must have found some more Daleks. Ace: Don't anyone give me a hand. Allison: Ace, you're hurt. Ace: I had an argument with a window. The Doctor: You two go down and check the cellar, but don't touch anything. I'll look after Ace. The Doctor: When I say stay put, I mean stay put, not take on an entire Dalek as*ault squad single-handed. What were you doing here, anyway? Ace: I came to get my tape deck. The Doctor: Where is it? Ace: It's in little bits. The Doctor: Good. Ace: Good? Ow. What do you mean, good. Where am I going to get another one? The Doctor: That tape deck was a dangerous anachronism. If someone had found it and discovered the principles of its function, the whole microchip revolution would take place now, twenty years too early, with incalculable damage to the time line. Ace: So? The Doctor: So? Ace, the Daleks have a mothership up there capable of eradicating this planet from space, but even they, ruthless though they are, would think twice before making such a radical alteration to the time line. The Doctor: There, you ought to be able to get up and walk about now. Ace: Cheers, Professor. Mothership Dalek: Bridge reporting. Mothership will maintain Earth geostationary orbit. All systems fully operational. att*ck squad Delta prepare to enter transmat. School cellar Allison: The subject obviously is placed on that dais. Then what? Rachel: The Doctor called it a transmat. What's that imply to you? Allison: Matter transmission? But that's impossible. Rachel: Impossible. You know, after this is over I'm going to retire and raise begonias. The Doctor: Lovely flowers, begonias. Allison: Doctor, how exactly does this thing work? Rachel: Don't bother. The Doctor: It's a link for the Daleks, allowing them to beam death squads onto Earth without anybody knowing. And I don't want them here just yet. The Doctor: w*apon. Always useless in the end. Oh, you look hungry. How about lunch? Cemetery Cafe Ace: Professor, what are you doing? The Doctor: Concentrating. Ace: Harry, I wanted some toast. Harry: Coming, coming. Ace: May I? Mike: Hello, Ace. Ace: Hi. Mike: You've met Paul, John. Ace: Hello. Cemetery Ratcliffe: Argh! Mothership Dalek: Power source detected. Alert! Power source detected. Full alert! Dalek 2: It is the Hand of Omega. Dalek 3: Inform the Emperor Dalek. Dalek: I obey. Cafe Gilmore: I just feel we should be doing something. Rachel: Frankly, I wouldn't advise it, Group Captain. We're in way over our heads. Gilmore: You were hired as a Chief Scientific Advisor. One tends to expect advise from one's advisors. Rachel: For one thing, Group Captain, I was not hired, I was drafted. And for another, do you think I am enjoying having some space vagrant come along and tell me that the painstaking research I've devoted my life to has been superceded by a bunch of tin plated pepperpots? Gilmore: Steady on. Rachel: Steady on? You drag me down from Cambridge, you quote the Peace Time Emergency Powers Act at me, and then you expect me to advise on something outside the realm of human experience. Bluntly, Group Captain, we're reliant on the Doctor because only the Doctor knows what is going on. Cemetery Ratcliffe: Get on with it. I want that coffin back at the warehouse. Man: Guv. Ratcliffe: What are you staring at? Mothership Dalek: Emperor on the bridge. Emperor: Report. Dalek: The transmat is no longer operational. Dalek 2: We have established the position of the Omega device. Emperor: Prepare the as*ault shuttle. Dalek 2: Renegade Dalek agents are in the area. Emperor: They will surrender the Hand of Omega. Cemetery Ratcliffe: Haven't you got a home to go to? Come on, lads, put your backs into it. We haven't got all day. Cafe The Doctor: Group Captain, we need to establish a forward base at the school. Can it be done? Gilmore: Of course. The Doctor: Thank you for your cooperation. Gilmore: Only a fool argues with his doctor. Sergeant! Mike: Sir? Gilmore: Get Embery. Set up a command unit. Forward command on the third floor, defensive positions on the ground floor and the roof. Get a move on. Mike: Yes, sir. All right, men, fall out. Follow me back to the school. Gilmore: Professor Jensen, Miss Williams, follow me. Allison: Jawohl. Coming, Professor Jensen? Rachel: Of course, Miss Williams. Allison: I wish Bernard was here. Rachel: The British Rocket Group's got its own problems. Ace: Harry, toast. Harry: Coming, coming. Ace: What's so important about the school? The Doctor: Well, now that I've disabled the transmat, absolutely nothing. As long as the renegade Daleks have got the Hand of Omega, then the Imperial Daleks' attention will be focused on that. Ace: So there are two sets of Daleks. The Doctor: Yes. Ratcliffe's office Ratcliffe: We have the Hand of Omega. It's out in the yard. Computer: Excellent. Ratcliffe: Good. I'll tell my man. After all, he found it. School corridor Allison: Mike? There's a phone call for you in the Headmaster's office. Mike: Thanks. School yard Ace: Professor? The Doctor: Yes? Ace: If this place is so out of the way of the action, what are we doing here? The Doctor: Keeping an eye on Group Captain Chunky Gilmore. Although why his men call him Chunky, I've no idea. School corridor Ace: They're really going for it. The Doctor: That's the general idea. I want to keep the military fully occupied and out of the way. Ace: Out of the way of what? Oh, Professor, you promised me, remember? Staircase The Doctor: A long time ago, on my home planet of Gallifrey, there lived a stellar engineer called Omega. Ace: Stellar? As in stars? You mean he engineered stars? The Doctor: Ace! Ace: Sorry. Go on. The Doctor: It was Omega who created the supernova that was the initial power source for Gallifreyan time travel experiments. He left behind him the basis on which Rassilon founded Time Lord society, and he left behind the Hand of Omega. Ace: His hand? What good was that? The Doctor: No, no, not his hand literally. No, no, it's called that because Time Lords have an infinite capacity for pretension. Ace: I've noticed that. The Doctor: The Hand of Omega is a mythical name for Omega's remote stellar manipulator, a device used to customise stars with. And didn't we have trouble with the prototype. Ace: We? The Doctor: They. Ace: And the Daleks want it so they can recreate the time travel experiments? But you said that both Dalek factions can already travel in time. The Doctor: Oh yes, Daleks have got time corridor technology, but it's very crude and nasty. What they want is the power that Time Lords have, and they'll get that with the Hand of Omega, or so they think. Ace: And you have to try and stop them. The Doctor: No, Ace, I want them to have it. Ace: Eh? The Doctor: My problem is trying to stop Group Captain Gilmore and his men getting diced in the crossfire. Ace: So, all this is... The Doctor: A massive deception, yes. Ace: Oh, well devious. So the Daleks grab the Hand of Omega and go, and no one gets hurt. Brilliant. The Doctor: Just one thing. Ace: What? The Doctor: I didn't expect two Dalek factions, and now I've got to make sure the wrong ones don't get their grubby little protuberances on it. Ace: Shouldn't we take Mike? The Doctor: No. Dalek hunting is a terminal pastime. Ace: So what are we doing? The Doctor: Dalek hunting. Ratcliffe's yard Black: Advance. Black: Stay where you are. Ratcliffe's office Ratcliffe: It's been a long and difficult struggle for myself and my men. Now we can afford to relax and reap the rewards. As I said, people need a firm hand. It's in their nature. They feel more comfortable with a strong leader, someone who knows when to be lenient and when to be harsh. Ratcliffe: What have you done to those men? They were on our side! Computer: You are a sl*ve, Ratcliffe. Girl: You were born to serve the Daleks. Black: Patrol the area until the time controller is operational. Greys: We obey. Black: You will obey the Daleks or you will be exterminated. Activate the time controller. Girl: Time controller activated. Calculating coordinates. Black: You will come with us. Outside Ratcliffe's yard The Doctor: This way. The Doctor: The main staging area must be in that warehouse. Ace: Are we going to have a look? The Doctor: Might as well. School corridor Mike: I've checked the whole building, sir. There's no sign of Ace or the Doctor. Gilmore: Right, deploy lookouts, take a squad and sweep the area. I want the Doctor found and brought back here. Mike: Yes, sir. Okay, men, follow me. Gilmore: You two, follow me. Ratcliffe's yard The Doctor: Daleks. The Doctor: Be quiet. Ace: Is that it? The Doctor: The Hand of Omega's inside this box. The most powerful and sophisticated remote stellar control manipulator device ever constructed. Ace: Are you sure you want the Daleks to have it? The Doctor: Absolutely. You know what you've got to do, don't you? The Doctor: Yes, of course you do. Ace: Is it alive? The Doctor: In a manner of speaking, yes. Ratcliffe's office Ace: What is it? The Doctor: Some kind of biomechanoid control system, for a small human. Of course, it's a battle computer! Ace: But why would a human need to sit in it? The Doctor: The Dalek's major drawback is their dependency on rationality and logic. The solution? Get a human, preferably young, imaginative, plug the child into the system, and their ingenuity and creativity are slaved to the battle computer. Ace: That's well boggling. The Doctor: It's obscene. Ah, now for the time controller. Ace: Hey, is this it? Ace: What is it? The Doctor: It's a device the renegade Daleks use to travel through time. They've come a long way. Ace: Have you busted it? The Doctor: No, no, no, I don't want to lumber Earth with a load of desperate Daleks. I've merely put it out of phase. They'll be able to fix it, but it'll slow them down. Ratcliffe (O.C.): What are you going to do to me? Black (O.C.): Remain silent. Girl: The time controller has been disabled! Black: Instruct all Daleks to seek and destroy the intruder. Black: Exterminate the Doctor! Crush all resistance! Girl: I obey. Street Ace: Why didn't you just run off with the Hand of Omega and give it to the other Daleks? The Doctor: With a bit of luck, the Imperial Daleks will wipe out the renegade faction. Besides, I can't just roll up and give it to them. They get suspicious. Ace: Suspicious of what? You still haven't told me w... The Doctor: Shush! Outside Coal Hill School Mike: All right, follow me and keep your eyes peeled for Ace and the Doctor. Move. Outside the TARDIS Ace: Hey, Doctor! The Doctor: Yes? Ace: Couldn't we just get in... The Doctor: No, no, no, we've got work to do. Anyway, here come the military. Mike: Where've you been? The Doctor: Dalek hunting. Now it's the other way around. Is Gilmore back at the school? Mike: Yes. The Doctor: Good. We'll go back and smooth his troubled brow. Mike: Ace, when we're finished with this lot, do you fancy going to the pictures? Ace: You're confident. Why, what's on? Mike: I don't know. Ace: Doesn't matter. I've probably seen it on television anyway. Mike: Huh? Daleks! Move it! School corridor Gilmore: Well, Doctor, I trust your little jaunt was successful. The Doctor: Moderately so. I'm afraid we've brought back some Daleks with us. Mike: I don't get it. They've got the Hand of Omega. Why don't they just leave? The Doctor: How did you know that, Sergeant? Mike: Ace told me. Ace: You toe rag. You lying dirty scumbag. The Doctor: It can wait. Ace: You're finished. He's a grass, a dirty stinking grass! He's selling us out to the Daleks! Gilmore: What's going on, Sergeant? What are they talking about? Mike: I didn't know it was the Daleks, sir. Ratcliffe's office Computer: Imperial Dalek shuttlecraft entering atmosphere. Black: We must defend the Hand of Omega. Withdraw all units. Return to base immediately. Computer: I obey. School yard Computer (O.C.): Battle computer to all units. Withdraw immediately. Dalek: Return to base. School science lab Ace: They're retreating, all of them. Wimps! Rachel: Doctor, we've had a report of a radar contact. The Doctor: On a re-entry curve from low orbit? Rachel: Yes. The Doctor: That'll be the Imperial Dalek shuttlecraft. Gilmore: What? They're not landing a spaceship here. The Doctor: Here? No. We're much too far from the main action. Rachel: You're sure? Ace: Cor! The Doctor: Ace, get away from the window! Down! The Doctor: I think I might have miscalculated.
{"type": "series", "show": "Doctor Who", "episode": "25x03 - Remembrance of the Daleks - part 3"}
foreverdreaming
PART FOUR Written by Ben Aaronovitch Original air date: 26 October, 1988 Run time: 24:36 School science lab Rachel: Doctor, we've had a report of a radar contact. The Doctor: On a re-entry curve from low orbit? Rachel: Yes. The Doctor: That'll be the Imperial Dalek shuttlecraft. Gilmore: What? They're not landing a spaceship here. The Doctor: Here? No. We're much too far from the main action. Rachel: You're sure? Ace: Cor! The Doctor: Ace, get away from the window! Down! School playground Dalek: Advance. We must capture the Hand of Omega from renegade Dalek faction. Proceed to area two five zero six immediately. School science lab Gilmore: Right, out of here. Everybody downstairs. Gilmore: Is that the mothership? The Doctor: No, that's a shuttle. The mothership's much larger. Are you willing to cooperate with me now? Gilmore: Do I have a choice? The Doctor: Well, you could go down there and make a gloriously futile gesture, yes. Gilmore: What do we do? The Doctor: A little bit of piracy. School corridor Mike: Ace. Ace: Go away. Mike: Ace, I didn't know it was the Daleks. I was just doing Mister Ratcliffe a favour. Ace: Do me a favour and drown yourself. Mike: I thought it was the right thing. Mister Ratcliffe had such great plans. Ace, I never really wanted to hurt anybody. It's just you have to protect your own, keep the outsiders out just that your own people can have a fair chance. Ace: I said shut up! You've betrayed the Doctor, you betrayed me. I trusted you. I even liked you, and all you... Gilmore: Sergeant Smith. Mike: Sir. Gilmore: Attention! I'm placing you under close arrest under suspicion of offences contrary to the Official Secrets Act. Mike: Yes, sir. Street Dalek: Scout seven reporting area two five zero nine clear. Dalek: Retreat! Squad Delta under att*ck from renegade Daleks. Retreat! Mothership Dalek: Mothership bridge to shuttle force controller. Receiving your signal. Emperor: We must recover the Hand of Omega without delay. Dalek: Shuttle force has encountered heavy resistance from renegade Daleks. Emperor: Order Special w*apon Dalek into position. School science lab Allison: Why are we doing this? The Doctor: Elementary piracy, my dear Allison. Dalek shuttles have massive ground defences and an unguarded service hatch on top. Now once I'm down there, I'll attempt to open that hatch. Ace, you come after, then Gilmore, followed by Allison and Rachel. Any questions? No? Good. Imperial shuttlecraft Dalek: Emergency! Emergency! Unable to disengage from control position. Dalek: Humans on the bridge. The Doctor: I'm not human. Dalek: You are the Doctor. The Doctor: Yes. Dalek: You are the enemy of the Daleks. The Doctor: Correct. Dalek: You must be exterminat... The Doctor: Goodbye. The Doctor: You can come down now! School cellar Corporal: Tea? Mike: Yeah. Corporal: Come on, Sarge. Imperial shuttlecraft Ace: What did you do to it? The Doctor: I shorted it out. Daleks are such boring conversationalists. Rachel: It's very functional. The Doctor: Yes, they're not known for their aesthetic sense. Let's see what they were up to. The Doctor: Ah, the planet Skaro. So, the Daleks are returning to their ancestral seat. I think we've seen enough. Time to leave. Er, get off the grill. The Doctor: We'll go back through the playground. Allison: What about the massive ground defences? The Doctor: Oh, I've turned those off. Come on, jump. Ratcliffe's yard Dalek: Exterminate. Dalek 2: Exterminate. Mike: No, no, don't. Look, I have a message for Ratcliffe. Understand? A message for Mister Ratcliffe. Dalek: You are my prisoner. You will obey all instructions or you will be exterminated. Mike: You said it, mate. School yard The Doctor: I rigged the communications relay to the shuttle control system. We can monitor the Daleks on the transmat in the cellar. Ace: You can't do that. You mashed up the transmat, remember? The Doctor: I can do anything I like! Ratcliffe's office Black: Kneel! Girl: Repairs on time controller almost complete. Black: Good. Ratcliffe: (quietly) Without that thing, they're stuck here. Someone in possession of that would have something to bargain with. Mike: For what, our lives? Ratcliffe: Nothing so mundane. If we get that, we can demand anything. Mike: You never give up, do you. School corridor Allison: What happened? Corporal: Sergeant Smith. Rachel: Is he all right? Allison: I've no idea, I'm a physicist. The Doctor: He'll be fine. Rachel and Allison, I need your help. Rachel: Sorry? Allison: He said he needed our help. Rachel: That's what I thought he said. Get your hands off his scalp and come on. Gilmore: You all right, Corporal? Corporal: Sir. Gilmore: Come with me. We'll search the building. Ratcliffe's yard Girl: Time controller repaired and ready. Girl: Departure imminent. Black: Destroy human c*ptive. Mike: No! Ratcliffe: No! Ratcliffe: Now! Run! Black: Recover the time controller. School cellar Rachel: When he said he needed our help, I had hoped it meant more in a technical area. Allison: It was a vain hope. The Doctor: Ah, you brought it then. Put it down there. Rachel: Now, Doctor, will you please answer one question? The Doctor: Yes? Rachel: Why are two Dalek factions fighting each other. The Doctor: Ace. Ace: It's simple, isn't it. Renegade Daleks are blobs. The Doctor: Blobs? Ace: Imperial Daleks are bionic blobs with bits added. You can tell that Daleks are into racial purity. So, one lot of Daleks reckon the other lot of blobs are too different. They're mutants. Not pure in their blobbiness. The Doctor: Result? Ace: They hate each other's chromosomes. w*r to the death. The Doctor: Well, er, Ace, let's go and see which blobs are winning. Allison: Doctor, how do you do that? The Doctor: Do what? Allison: How do you just rewire a piece of alien machinery? The Doctor: It's easy when you have nine hundred years experience. Mothership Dalek: Force leader has recovered the Hand of Omega. Emperor: Excellent. Order all forces to make immediate withdrawal. Outside Ratcliffe's yard Ace: It's Mike. The Doctor: He's got the time controller. Typical human. You can always count on them to mess things up. Get after him. Stay with him. See where he's going. Ace: Right. The Doctor: Oh, Ace. Ace: What? The Doctor: No heroics. I've got enough problems already. Ace: Trust me. Mothership Emperor: Prepare to place the Hand of Omega into the control circuit. Dalek: I obey. School cellar Allison: What are you going to do after all this is over? Rachel: Retire to Cambridge and write my memoirs. Gilmore (O.C.): Professor! Rachel: Subject to security vetting, of course. Gilmore: The shuttle seems to be leaving. Allison: Good riddance to bad rubbish. Street Ace: Oh, wicked. School cellar Gilmore: Well, Doctor, are we out of the woods? The Doctor: Provided everything goes according to my plan. Rachel: Plan? Allison: I, er, I don't suppose you could let us know what your plan is? The Doctor: It's a surprise. Rachel: Good. I love surprises. Mothership Dalek: Prepare for shuttle docking. Emperor: Lock the Hand of Omega into the control circuit. Dalek: Omega device is now locked in and running. School cellar The Doctor: How do I look? Don't answer. Do you mind? You're in my sh*t. The Doctor: Hello, hello, hello? Dalek mothership, come in please. Come in, please. The Doctor: Ah, there you are. This is the Doctor, President Elect of the High Council of Time Lords, Keeper of the legacy of Rassilon, Defender of the Laws of Time, Protector of Gallifrey. I call upon you to surrender the Hand of Omega and return to your customary time and place. Mothership Emperor: Ah, Doctor. You have changed again. Your appearance is as inconstant as your intelligence. You have confounded me for the last time! The Doctor (on screen): Davros. I should have known. I see you've discarded the last vestige of your human form. Still no improvement. Davros: Save your insults for the weak-minded, Doctor. The Doctor (on screen): Will you return the Hand of Omega or not? Davros: Are you thr*at me? If so, it is most unwise. The Doctor (on screen): Every time our paths have crossed, I have defeated you. Davros: You flatter yourself, Doctor. In the end, you are merely another Time Lord. School cellar The Doctor: Oh, Davros, I am far more than just another Time Lord. Boarding house - front room Mike: Hello, Ace. Ace: Would you really sh**t me? Mike: If I had to. Ace: You might have to. Mothership The Doctor (on screen): Davros, the Hand of Omega is not to be trifled with. Davros: I think I am quite capable of handling the technology. The Doctor (on screen): I sincerely doubt that. Davros: Does it worry you, Doctor, that with it I will transform Skaro's sun into a source of unimaginable power? And with that power at my disposal, the Daleks shall sweep away Gallifrey and its impotent quorum of Time Lords! School cellar Davros (on screen): The Daleks shall become Lords of Time! We shall become all... The Doctor: Powerful. Crush the lesser races. Conquer the galaxy. Unimaginable power. Unlimited rice pudding, et cetera, et cetera. Davros (on screen): Do not anger me, Doctor. I can destroy you and this miserable, insignificant planet. The Doctor: Oh, wonderful. What power, what brilliance. You can wipe out the odd civilisation, enslave the occasional culture, but it still won't detract from the basic fundamental truth of your own impotence! Rachel: Careful, Doctor. The Doctor: Don't worry, I know what I'm doing. Mothership Davros: I will teach you the folly of your words, Doctor. I will destroy you and demonstrate the power of the Daleks! The Doctor (on screen): Davros, I beg of you, don't use the Hand. Davros: Ah, Doctor, now you begin to fear. The Doctor (on screen): You're making a grave mistake. Davros: Activate the Omega device! Dalek: Omega device activated. Dalek 2: Plotting course to home planet Skaro. Davros: Now the Daleks shall become the Lords of Time! Dalek 2: Entering Skaro time zone. First stage expansion. Primary neutrino release. Dalek: Core collapse instigated. Dalek 2: Danger! Instability! Reaction out of control. Davros: No, this cannot be correct! Dalek: Home planet Skaro about to vapourise. Davros: You have tricked me! The Doctor (on screen): No, Davros. You tricked yourself. Dalek 2: Omega device returning. Dalek: Impact minus twenty five. The Doctor (on screen): Do you think I would let you have control of the Hand of Omega? Davros: Do not do this, I beg of you. The Doctor (on screen): Nothing can stop it now. Davros: Have pity on me. The Doctor (on screen): I have pity for you. Dalek: Fifteen. The Doctor (on screen): Goodbye, Davros. It hasn't been pleasant. Dalek: Emperor abandoning bridge. Dalek 2: Eight, seven... Dalek: Emperor activating escape pod. Dalek 2: Four, three... Dalek: Escape pod leaving mothership. Dalek 2: Two, one. School cellar Rachel: What happened? The Doctor: I programmed the Hand of Omega to fly into Skaro's sun and turn it supernova. Gilmore: Super what? Allison: He blew it up. The Doctor: The resulting expl*si*n destroyed Skaro, and the feedback destroyed the mothership. The Hand of Omega is now returning to Gallifrey. Boarding house - front room Mike: You stay there. Ace: It might be the Doctor. Put the g*n down, Mike. It's too late for that. Come on, Mike, who are you going to sh**t with it, anyway? Mike: Just stay there. Outside Ratcliffe's yard Gilmore: This is the last Dalek left. I'll call for reinforcements. The Doctor: Not this time. I started this. The Doctor: Dalek, you have been defeated. Surrender. You have failed. Black: Insufficient data. The Doctor: Your forces are destroyed. Your home planet a burnt cinder circling a d*ad sun. Black: There is no data. The Doctor: Even Davros, your creator, is d*ad. The Doctor: You have no superiors, no inferiors, no reinforcement, no hope, no rescue. Black: You are lying. There is insufficient data. The Doctor: You're trapped a trillion miles and a thousand years from a disintegrated home. Black: Out of control! The Doctor: I have defeated you. You no longer serve any purpose. Black: Cannot compute. Unstable. Black: Unstable. Boarding house - front room Ace: It's all right. Don't worry. It's all over now. Outside Ratcliffe's yard The Doctor: Ashes to ashes, dust to dust. Cemetery The Doctor: Time to leave. Ace: Yes. Doctor? The Doctor: Yes? Ace: We did good, didn't we? The Doctor: Perhaps. Time will tell. It always does.
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foreverdreaming
PART ONE Written by Graeme Curry Original air date: 02 November, 1988 Run time: 24:51 1. Streets of Terra Alpha. Night. As the episode credit is shown, we see dark streets painted in 'happy' colours. A woman, DAPHNE S, comes down the street, in a dark trenchcoat. She is a melancholy looking woman with yellow hair and premature wrinkles and bulbous eyes, rather like a woman bloodhound. She sits down on a bench. A man in a dark coat like hers appears arpound a corner, slightly plump and weaselly. This is SILAS P. He hisses to get her attention. SILAS P: Psst!! Do you want to talk about it? DAPHNE S: I don't talk to strangers. SILAS P: Perhaps I can help. DAPHNE S: I didn't ask for any. SILAS P: You know you shouldn't sit here. It's dangerous. DAPHNE S: I don't care anymore. Let them get me. SILAS P: You don't have to face your suffering alone, you know. DAPHNE S: What do you mean? (Silas P sits down behind her, then looks left and right to make sure of no eavesdropping) SILAS P: There's a place. A secret place. Where some of us gather to indulge their depressions, to share their miseries, with other killjoys like you and me. DAPHNE S: I'm not a killjoy! SILAS P: That's what they would call you. You interested? DAPHNE S: Perhaps. SILAS P: Oooh, it changed my life. Here, my card. Here, take it! (Daphne reads it) DAPHNE S: "Silas P" SILAS P: (Grinning) Other side! DAPHNE S: (As she reads it, Silas's demeanour changes to triumphant and he leaps off the bench) But it says... SILAS P: "Happiness Patrol, Undercover"! Time to get really depressed! Daphne turns around, shocked by this betrayal. Six or seven women in beige clothing, white face-makeup and purple-pink wigs come down the street, with stupid-looking but menacing g*n. The senior woman, DAISY K, speaks to Daphne S. DAISY K: Have a nice death! (The patrol raise the g*n) 2. Forum square. The TARDIS materialises in an auditorium. The Doctor and Ace step out. ACE: How about a triceratops? THE DOCTOR: A three-horned dinosaur with a mouth like a beak? The Brigadier saw one in the London Underground once. ACE: And a tyrranosaurus rex? THE DOCTOR: Met quite a few actually. ACE: Any pterodactyls? THE DOCTOR: Lots of pterodactyls! We should make a visit sometime. ACE: To Earth in the Upper Cretaceous? Wicked! THE DOCTOR: A very good time for dinosaurs! ACE: I love dinosaurs! (Then she notices the bland, 'uplifting' music from a nearby speaker) But I hate that. Liff music!! Where are we, Professor anyway? THE DOCTOR: A planet, an Earth colony settled some time in your future. Do you like it? ACE: No. THE DOCTOR: No, neither do I. Why not? ACE: Too phony. Too happy! THE DOCTOR: Yes, I've been hearing disturbing rumours about Terra Alpha. So I thought I'd better look in some time. ACE: So tonight's the night? THE DOCTOR: Tonight's the night. I've been hearing rumours of something evil, and we're going to get to the bottom of it! 3. Happiness Patrol HQ We see a BCU of a badge being stuck to the shoulder of a pink boiler suit. It turns out that Silas P is recieving a badge from Terra Alpha's ruler, HELEN A, a sharp-faced middle aged woman with a red wig and reddish-brown clothes. HELEN A: Your third badge, Silas P! 45 killjoys to your credit! I'm very happy! SILAS P: I'm glad that you're happy ma'am, but it is actually 47! HELEN A: I do the counting, thank you, Silas P. SILAS P: Sorry ma'am. HELEN A: Still, I like your initiative, your enterprise. I'll see that you go far. SILAS P: I might mean for the top . HELEN A: Not quite the very top, Silas P? Silas P has clearly overstepped the mark. 4. Streets of Terra Alpha. A rather incongrous man, a thin face bereaucrat in old fashioned clothes including a dark coat and a bowler hat and yellow necktie, is in the background. This is TREVOR SIGMA. Ace and the Doctor enter the street, music still playing. ACE: Professor, this music is winding me up! THE DOCTOR: Yes, it makes you wonder how the natives stand it. ACE: I don't see any natives. The Doctor spots Trevor, who comes over to them. THE DOCTOR: Here comes one now! TREVOR: Name? ACE: Ace! TREVOR: No nicknames, aliases, pseudonyms, nom-de-plumes . Real name! ACE: It is my real name! Tell him Professor! THE DOCTOR: What's in a name? Trevor is clearly not convinced. TREVOR: (To Ace, sternly) I could report you for that! ACE: Can you smell something, Professor? THE DOCTOR: Now that you come to mention it. (Ace goes off) You will have to forgive my young friend, Ace, Mr, um, er you didn't tell me your name. TREVOR: You're right, I didn't give it to you, but I don't have to. I'm on official business from Galactic Centre. THE DOCTOR: How do I know you're telling the truth. TREVOR: Here, my identification. THE DOCTOR: Thank you, "Trevor Sigma". Actually, my nickname at collge was "Theta Sigma". TREVOR : No nicknames!! 5. Forum square Daisy K and another part of the Happiness Patrol come into the square where the TARDIS landed in a vehicle like an aesthetic mix of a 4-whell drive and a go-kart from a scrap heap. They go to the TARDIS with tins of paint. DAISY K: Right. Over there. This way! They start to paint. 6. Streets of Terra Alpha The Doctor and Ace are looking at the chair Daphne S was formerly in. THE DOCTOR: Well? ACE: b*llet holes. THE DOCTOR: Yes, there is evil on Terra Alpha, and we've got to put a stop to it. ACE: How long? THE DOCTOR: Tonight! ACE: Won't that be dangerous? THE DOCTOR: Of course. ACE: Right, where do we start? THE DOCTOR: First, we get ourselves arrested. 7. Forum Square The TARDIS has been painted pink by the Patrol. Ace and the Doctor come in. ACE: Professor, what have they done!! THE DOCTOR: Yes, looks good actually. Daisy K comes up to them and levels her g*n. DAISY K: You look unhappy about something. THE DOCTOR: No, not really, just admiring your handywork. Miserable looking thing! DAISY K: Our thoughts exactly. (to Ace) And you? Are you happy? THE DOCTOR: I would say she is, given the deeply distressing nature of some fundamental universal truths. DAISY K: What do you mean? THE DOCTOR: She's happy and I'm happy. ACE : (pointing to Daisy K's w*apon) Can't you afford a real g*n? (Daisy K promptly fires the g*n at a loudspeaker: it blows up) Gordon Bennet! DAISY K: I'm glad you're happy, but what are you doing here? You don't look like locals! In fact you look like killjoys! ACE: What's a killjoy? DAISY K: Alright, you must be from off-world. In future stay within the specified tourist zones! ACE: What? DAISY K: You're free to go! ACE: You're not going to arrest us? DAISY K: I don't see why! ACE: Doctor, they're not going to arrest us! THE DOCTOR: Badges. ACE: What? THE DOCTOR: Yes, I believe all visitors are issued badges at customs. DAISY K: Yes. (to Ace) Where're your badges? Stupid question. ACE: I've got badges THE DOCTOR: She's got badges. ACE: This one's for top of Everest. DAISY K: Not interested. (to Doctor) Where're your badges? THE DOCTOR: (After futile searching and with mock worry..) Oh dear. I've seemed to lost them. DAISY K: He is obviously a spy and she is his accomplice. He will disappear and she will audition for the Happiness Patrol! THE DOCTOR: What do you mean? DAISY K: You're under arrest! ACE: Phew! About time! 8. Helen A's living room. On a television screen, it shows an image of Daphne S screaming, then falling out of view as the Happiness Patrol's g*n ring out. A rather spacious and luxurious office-like living room, in the style of a fashion designer is the location. In a chair and getting anxious about the events on the video is a small middle-aged man with a senile yet imposing air. But this is decieving, as he's clearly shocked by his wife's cruelty. He is JOSEPH C, Helen A's husband. Helen A enters. HELEN A: What are you watching, dear? JOSEPH C: It's a videotape, dear, something called "Routine Disappearance No. 499,987. HELEN A : Turn that off, dear, that's for my eyes only. JOSEPH C: (complies) Oh well... HELEN A: And besides, you're missing my broadcast. Joseph C turns it to the broadcast. Helen A (pre-recorded) appears. HELEN A: (broadcast) And finally, Joseph C and I wish to thank you for your stirling work in catching the killjoys. Joseph makes as if to leave, but Helen A stops him HELEN A: Sit down my dear, you may find this instructive. HELEN A: (broadcast) Remember, keep smiling. Happiness will prevail! Which, of course, is right in the long run, elsewhere than Terra Alpha! 9. Waiting zone 1 The Doctor and Ace are lead to a closed of area with a line close to Forum Square. A woman about as old as Daisy K and with a more smoother face and totally pink and white wig stands guard. This is PRISCILLA P. A lonely plump, short and sad faced man plays on a "poker" machine. This is HAROLD V. ACE: I thought we were arrested. I thought we were going to prison. The Doctor sees Harold and offers some advice. THE DOCTOR: Hold the two bananas and nudge. Never fails. It failed. ACE: Oh well, can't win them all. HAROLD V: That's all right, I don't like to win anymore. ACE: Why not? HAROLD V: First of all, I'm a killjoy. And secondly, I don't like the prize! THE DOCTOR: What is the prize? Harold wins a game. HAROLD V: You're about to find out. The front panel of the machine dissolves in a swirl of light. Helen A's image appears on it. HELEN A: Congratulations and well played! Here is your prize joke! Did you hear about the killjoy who won an outing with the Happiness Patrol? He was tickled to death! (tinned laughter) Enjoy yourself. The machine's front resolves. THE DOCTOR: I see what you mean. The delivery's terrible. HAROLD V: The joke's not much good either. THE DOCTOR: You're right. It's tastless, smug, and worst of all it's badly constructed, I mean, who writes that stuff? HAROLD V: I wrote it! ACE: YOU wrote it? HAROLD V: That's right. I used to be her gag writer, when I was Harold F. Then my brother disappeared. I heard of other disappearences. They caught me in the rocket port zone, trying to contact Terra Omega, and they put me in here and regeraded me to Harold V. (points to the "V" on his shoulder of his boiler suit, then gives a smile to the watching Priscilla P that would have looked better on a gerbil. Then he continues playing) ACE: But why are we being kept here? Why don't we just leave? The Doctor walks up to Priscilla P. THE DOCTOR: Excuse me? PRISCILLA P: Yeesss? She gives a sweet smile that looks better on a person taking cyanide. THE DOCTOR: Is this a prison? PRISCILLA P: A prison? Of course not! This is the Waiting Zone. We don't have any prisons on Terra Alpha, miserable places! THE DOCTOR: So what you're saying that this isn't a place of incarceration, and we're free to go if we wish? PRISCILLA P: (losing the cheerful tone) Well, yes and no. This isn't a prison... (as the Doctor walks up to a red and white striped line, her tone solidifies) but cross that line, and you're a d*ad man. She emphasises that point by waving a deadly 'bubble g*n'. The Doctor, as he turns away, gives her a calm look. 10. Execution yard. What looks like a party in a courtyard with a sluice behind a table and a pitted metal tube suspended over the table. Four members of the Happiness Patrol are there, and three more, accompanied by Joeseph C and Daisy K, escort a prisoner onto the table. The prisoner, ANDREW X, is a tall thin man in a black overall and has a moustache. He is Harold V's brother. Joseph C shakes Daisy K's hand. JOSEPH C: Congratulations. (to ANDREW X) Bad luck, old man. Still, we have to be fair. Wouldn't treat you otherwise. 11. Waiting zone 1 The opening sh*t tracks up to Priscilla P's face, then cuts to the trio at the gag machine. THE DOCTOR: So what you're telling me is that Helen A punches people for wearing dark clothes? HAROLD V: That's right. It also goes for listening to slow music, and reading poems. Unless they're limericks, of course. THE DOCTOR: This is terrible! HAROLD V: Walking in the rain too, if you're on your own and don't carry an umbrella. ACE: Why don't people stand up to her? HAROLD V: The people are scared! THE DOCTOR: Remember the Happiness Patrol, Ace! ACE: Bunch of ratbags! THE DOCTOR: Ratbags with g*n! HAROLD V: The Happiness Patrol are the nice side of her regime! Do you know who the Kandyman is, Doctor? THE DOCTOR: Sounds rather sweet. HAROLD V: He's dangerous! He's doing experiments, and that's why we're here. He needs guinea pigs: guinea pigs like you and me! ACE: What sort of experiments? HAROLD V: Can't find out. THE DOCTOR: What else does he do, this Kandyman? HAROLD V: He makes sweets. 12. Helen A's office. Helen A in an office just off her living room. She is seated at a desk with a control panel. A plump man who takes obvious pleasure in every word he says enters. This is GILBERT M. GILBERT M: You wanted to see me ma'am? HELEN A: Just curiousity. I wanted to know what the Kandyman had cooked up for us tonight? GILBERT M: It's a 'fondant surprise'. Helen A just can't believe this. HELEN A: Flavour? GILBERT M: Strawberry. HELEN A: Delicious! My favourite. 13. Waiting zone 1 As before ACE: So you reckon the Kandyman's the one behind all the disappearances? HAROLD V: One of the ones. There are 3 ways to disappear on Terra Alpha. The Late Show at the Forum, a visit to the Kandy Kitchen, and something else. ACE: What sort of something else? HAROLD V: I don't know. Rumour has it that Helen A prefers the f*ring squad. 14. Execution yard. Joseph C reads from a scroll. JOSEPH C: It says here, that you have been "found guilty of an ostentatious display of public grief"? Oh dear! DAISY K: PATROL!!! The Patrol memebers raise their g*n. JOSEPH C: And so you have been sentenced to the severest penalty decreed by Helen A! DAISY K: PATROL, DISMISS! As the Patrol goes off, ANDREW X thinks he has been pardoned, however, the metal tube descends over his head as Helen A pushes a button. 15. Kandy Kitchen A bizarre mix of a laboratory, a kitchen and a factory. Pipes and ovens dominate the room with gears at the top. The Kandyman is even more bizarre, with a chocalate freckle with blue 100's and 1000's for a head with spinning eyes. A barley sugar with electronics revealed forms his torso. A liquourice allsort is his lower torso and his feet are marshmallows. His limbs are made of various sweets. He notices the red light buzzing away in the wall and stomps to a set of levers which he pulls. The gears start to move and the pipes fill with fondant surprise. An anlogue light display shows it's progress to the Kandyman. 16. Execution yard. The tube starts to lift, and ANDREW X is revealed with red goop covering him. He has been smothered by it. Joseph C approaches the dripping table. JOSEPH C: The fondant supreme! Waiting zone Ace: Time we moved on, Professor? The Doctor: Well, we have a night's work ahead of us and I think we've learned enough. Ace: Ace. Prison break. The Doctor: Waiting zone break, but I think we'll take our new found friend with us. Harold: What's that? Ace: We're going to escape. The Doctor: Shush. Harold: There is no escape. Helen A's office Gilbert: Well, I must be going, ma'am. Helen: So soon? We haven't finished yet. There's still his brother, Harold V, to deal with. Gilbert: Ah, yes. His brother. Helen: Families are very important for people's happiness. Waiting zone Priscilla: I think he got a buzz out of that. Ace: Shut up! The Doctor: Hold it, Ace. Priscilla: Rather a shocking experience. Ace: Let me shut her up! The Doctor: Save it, save it. You can't run. You're no good to me like this. Ace: I want to nail those scumbags. I want to make them very, very unhappy. The Doctor: Don't worry, Ace, we will. Kandy Kitchen Kandyman: What time do you call this? Waiting zone The Doctor: Tell me. Priscilla: Yes? The Doctor: I was wondering about your go-cart. Priscilla: It's not my go-cart, it's the Waiting Zone's go-cart. The Doctor: Yes. I was wondering, if we were to get into it and drive off, what would you do? Priscilla: Nothing. The Doctor: Nothing? Priscilla: Nothing. The Doctor: Wouldn't raise the alarm? sh**t us? Priscilla: Nothing. The Doctor: You're right. It's booby-trapped. Helen A's home Helen: Did I leave you, my darling? Well, don't worry. I'm back now. Waiting zone Priscilla: What are you doing? The Doctor: Nothing. Priscilla: You're not thinking of starting that? Ace: No. Priscilla: Are you sure? The Doctor: Yes. Ace: Here, let me help. The Doctor: No, stop it. Ace: It's a b*mb, isn't it? The Doctor: I'm trying to defuse it. Ace: Let me have a go. The Doctor: I'm trying not to get us blown to pieces. Ace: I never get to have any fun. The Doctor: Shush. The Doctor: Start the engine. You can drive. Street Ace: Any luck, Professor? The Doctor: I need a little more time. Ace: You've got it. Ace: Oi! Daisy: I arrest you for evasion of the Happiness Patrol auditions. Ace: Where are they? I'm ready for them. Question is, are they ready for me? Daisy: Take her back to the Happiness Patrol headquarters, and we'll continue to search for the spy. The Doctor: Ow! That's it. The Doctor: Ace? At least the Happiness Patrol left us in peace. Ace? Patrol headquarters Ace: I'm beginning to enjoy this. Susan: Oh, okay, stop that. That's no good. Do you know any jokes? Ace: I always forget jokes. Susan: Well, how about songs? Ace: Oh, I know this great song about this bloke and his girlfriend. She drops the ring he gives her on the railway track, and when he goes back to get it, she's k*lled by the train and he's really miserable for the rest of his life. Oh, it's fantastic. Susan: Happy songs, Ace. Songs about sunshine and furry animals. Susan: I woke up one morning. Ace: I know that song. Susan: There's a million blues songs start like that. But I did wake up one morning, and suddenly something was very clear. I couldn't go on smiling. Smiling while my friends disappeared, wearing this uniform and smiling and trying to pretend I'm something I'm not. Trying to pretend that I'm happy. Better to let it end. Better to just relax and let it happen. I woke up one morning and I realised it was all over. Ace: Look, I'm sorry. Susan: I think we'll abandon our rehearsal. Ace: I'm not Happiness Patrol material anyway. They stand for everything I hate. Like you said, smiling all the time, smiling when it doesn't mean anything. I'm not one of them. I can't play an instrument, I can't dance, I can't sing. Susan: No, but there is something you might be very good at. Ace: Oh, yeah? Susan: A disappearing act. Ace: What do I have to do? Susan: It's simple. I give you this key, then I close my eyes, and when I open them, you've gone. Street The Doctor: Excuse me, you wouldn't happen to have a spare automotive jack on you, would you? Silas: Oh, I'm afraid not. But I can offer you the hand of friendship. Sit down, tell me about yourself. The Doctor: I'm looking for Helen A. Perhaps you would point me in the right direction? Silas: I can tell you where to find her, but when you meet her, make sure you're smiling. The Doctor: Smiling? Silas: She hates miserable people. Haven't you heard about the m*ssacre, then? The Doctor: Yes, I have heard rumours. Silas: She sent her spies out to find the most depressing township on the planet. The Happiness Patrol went in and razed the place to the ground. The Doctor: But why? Silas: Policy. Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to distress you. The Doctor: I'm not distressed, I'm angry. Why don't people stand up to her? Silas: Oh, lots of reasons. The Happiness Patrol, the Kandyman... The Doctor: Ah, the Kandyman. He's next on my list of people to see. Silas: Then I'd cross him off fast, if I were you. He's Helen A's henchman. Does all her dirty work. There are small pockets of resistance, though. Quiet murmurings of rebellion. Are you interested? The Doctor: Of course. Silas: There's a place, a secret place, where we're planning for the day when Helen A and the Kandyman will be called to account. Here, my card. The Doctor: Oh, thank you, Silas P. Silas: Other side. The Doctor: Happiness Patrol Undercover. Oh, excellent. Perhaps you could take a message? The Doctor: You must be a musician. Earl: Sort of. The Doctor: Your timing's good. Earl: We'd better go. Daisy: You look unhappy, Silas P. Silas: No! Wait! The Doctor: I'm the Doctor. Earl: Earl Sigma. The Doctor: A subtle musician. Earl: No, I'm really a medical student, fifth year post-med psychology. The Doctor: What does the Sigma stand for? Earl: It stand for alien. All visitors are called Sigma. The Doctor: And you're travelling through the colonies. Earl: I'm on vacation. Paid my way with music and I sort of got stuck here. The Doctor: It's an interesting planet from the psychological standpoint. Earl: Yeah. We gotta go. The Doctor: No, this way. There's someone I'd like to meet. Kandy Kitchen Earl: What is this place? The Doctor: I believe it's where they make sweets. Street Daisy: Halt or we f*re! Kandy Kitchen Gilbert: They think it's easy. A thousand pounds of praline cracknel, indeed. They don't know his moods. He's terrible when he's roused. I keep telling them, but they won't believe me. They're lucky to get any sweets at all. Kandyman: Enough! Where are my specimens? Gilbert: If they think it's so easy they should have a go at making sweets themselves. They wouldn't know popcorn from peppermint. Kandyman: I said, where are my specimens? It's time for an experiment. Gilbert: I think they just slipped under the table. Kandyman: There's no one there. Gilbert: But I saw them. Kandyman: Show me! Gilbert: But I, I could have sworn they were under the table. Kandyman: I can feel one of my moods coming on. Kandyman: Welcome to the Kandy Kitchen, gentlemen. The Doctor: I'm sure the pleasure's all ours. Kandyman: I do hope so. I like my volunteers to die with smiles on their faces.
{"type": "series", "show": "Doctor Who", "episode": "25x05 - The Happiness Patrol - part 1"}
foreverdreaming
PART TWO Written by Graeme Curry Original air date: 09 November, 1988 Run time: 24:48 Kandy Kitchen Kandyman: Welcome to the Kandy Kitchen, gentlemen. The Doctor: I'm sure the pleasure's all ours. Kandyman: I do hope so. I like my volunteers to die with smiles on their faces. Street Ace: Evil. What's going on here? Daisy: It's of no consequence. Ace: I'd say they look rather upset about something. Daisy: They're fools. They think they will achieve something with their march. Ace: Demonstration? Wicked. Daisy: All they will achieve is their extinction. Ace: So Helen A doesn't allow demos. I could have guessed as much. Daisy: Of course she allows demos. These are killjoys, and worse than that, they're drones. Ace: Drones? Daisy: Workers from the flatlands. It's forbidden for them to enter the city. That's why they'll never leave it alive. Ace: You're scared of them, aren't you. Up the killjoys! Ace: Gordon Bennett. Mmph! Kandy Kitchen Kandyman: This is where you come in, gentlemen. The interesting part. The tasting. The Doctor: May we enquire what it is? Kandyman: Ah, a labour of love, Doctor. A labour of love. The Doctor: I didn't know you were the caring type. Kandyman: Just because Helen A prefers my ugly side doesn't mean I don't care, does it, Gilbert M? Gilbert M! Gilbert: Oh, no, of course not. Kandyman: Thank you. And just because she employs me as her executioner doesn't mean I can't be creative. No need to worry, gentlemen. Tonight you see before you the artistic, sensitive side of me. So I make sweets. Not just any old sweets, but sweets that are so good, so delicious that sometimes, if I'm on form, the human physiology is not equipped to bear the pleasure. Tell them what I've tried to say, Gilbert. Gilbert: He makes sweets that k*ll people. Waiting zone Ace: Wotcher. Like your new prison. Priscilla: On Terra Alpha there... Ace: Yeah, yeah, on Terra Alpha you don't have prisons. Priscilla: We have the Waiting zone instead, and the Waiting zone moves to different places in the city according to the time of night. Ace: Waiting zone? Who are you kidding? Priscilla: Some people don't have to wait in the Waiting zone for very long. Kandy Kitchen Kandyman: Now, let's see what we've got for you. The Doctor: Before you start, there is something I wanted to ask you about that's been worrying me. It's the executions. Kandyman: What about them? The Doctor: Well, out there, people don't seem to know what method you use. I was intrigued. Kandyman: I didn't realise you were conceding an interest in the mechanics of execution, Doctor. A man after my own soft centre. The Doctor: I was just curious. Kandyman: The secret's in the pipes. Vanilla secret tomorrow night, I think. Just when the victim thinks he's been pardoned it flows into the yard and smothers him. It's ingenious, isn't it. The Doctor: Depraved. Kandyman: We call it Fondant Surprise. The Doctor: Is there any way of stopping it once it starts moving? Kandyman: The foam can be diverted down another pipe, but I'm not going to tell you how. Anyway, it's a hypothetical question. What reason could I possibly have for stopping an execution? The Doctor: Er, you said soft centre? Kandyman: Did I? The Doctor: Yes, you said soft centre instead of heart. What is your heart made of? Kandyman: Difficult to say. It's all in there somewhere. Caramel, sherbet, toffee, marzipan, gelling agents, it's all in motion. The Doctor: Ah! A movable feast, eh? Kandyman: Very droll, Doctor. The Doctor: So you're perfectly adapted to your environment. Kandyman: Perfectly. The Doctor: Protected against everything. That is, except from the intense heat from that open oven behind you. Kandyman: What! The Doctor: I said, protected against everything except for the intense heat from the open oven behind you. Kandyman: Silence! The Doctor: And, of course, the adhesive effect of carbonated H2O and citric acid. Lemonade, to you. Kandyman: Gilbert! Gilbert, where are you? Kandyman: Gilbert, come here! Gilbert. Gilbert! Gilbert, they're getting away from here! You'll be sorry! The Doctor: Sweet dreams. Kandyman: Gilbert! Pipe Kandyman (O.C.): Gilbert! Gilbert! Waiting zone Priscilla: What's this? Ace: I'll show you. Just trying to be friendly. Priscilla: This is some kind of an expl*sive device. I used to work with expl*sives when I was in Happiness Patrol B, the anti-terrorist squad. We worked the night shift. I like working late at night. Ace: Not interested. Priscilla: Night times are when they come out. Ace: Who? Priscilla: The killjoys. Depressives, manic reactive endogenous. We got them. All of them. Ace: What do you mean, got them? Priscilla: They disappeared. Ace: You make me sick. Priscilla: I did a good job, and then they put me on this. It's not fair. I know the streets. I'm a fighter. Ace: No, you're not. You're a k*ller. Susan: Yes, she is. Priscilla: I am what I am. Pipe The Doctor: It's crystallised sugar. This pipe must have carried some sort of syrup. What do you think? Earl: Not good, but I have tasted the real thing. The Doctor: So it's certainly past its best, so we can assume that nothing's been pumped down here for some time. I wonder why? How would you describe the Kandyman's confection? Earl: It can only be the work of a schizophrenic obsessive. The Doctor: Ah, yeah. Delicious. The Doctor: Wait until we're in another section. Earl: Why are you whispering? The Doctor: There's tons of crystallised syrup above us. Earl: Ah, any sudden noise could cause it to collapse. The Doctor: Not any noise, just certain noises. Earl: That's reassuring. Kandy Kitchen Kandyman: Where have you been? Gilbert: Ingredients. Kandyman: Leaving me to be humiliated. They'll suffer for this. Gilbert: Anything you say, Kandyman. Kandyman: You'll pay for this. I'm going to crush you. Gilbert: That's it, scream and shout, rant and rave. But remember this, Kandyman. Symbiosis. You need me and I need me. Kandyman: You need you? Gilbert: I need me. Kandyman: I need you and you need you. Gilbert: That's right. And just as you're squeezing the breath out of me, your candy hand tightens round your own throat. Pipe The Doctor: Oh look. Some sort of footprint. Earl: I wonder what kind of creature could have caused that? The Doctor: Their kind of creature. Waiting zone Ace: It's all my fault. You'd have been all right if you hadn't met me. Susan: It would have happened sooner or later. I'm not Helen A's idea of good Happiness Patrol material. She won't shed any tears over me. Let's face it, no one will. Even if they wanted to, they wouldn't be allowed. Ace: But what now? Susan: Well, I'll just disappear like the rest of them. Just another of Helen A's victims. Ace: I won't let it happen. We'll escape. I'll save you. Susan: Don't worry. I'm happy that it's finally over. It's funny, that, isn't it. It's the first thing I've been happy about for ages. Pipe Wences: Back! w*apon. The Doctor: No w*apon. Just a brolly. Wulfric: w*apon! Wences: w*apon! Earl: Easy, easy. Wences: Wicked. The Doctor: What did you say? Wences: Wicked. Earl: He's hip for a little guy. The Doctor: He's been taking lessons. So you've met my friend Ace? Wences: Not Ace. Wulfric: Brave girl. Wences: c*ptive. The Doctor: That sounds like Ace. Brave girl, c*ptive. If only she'd listen to what I tell her. Wences: Not Ace, Gordon. The Doctor & Earl: Gordon? Wences: Bennett. Helen A's office Helen: Happiness will prevail. Happiness Patrol section C please stand by for the first stage of a routine disappearance. And don't forget, when you smile, I want to see those teeth. Helen: I think I'll let you handle this one. Waiting zone Priscilla: Time for you to go. Ace: Leave her alone! Susan: I'm not ready. Priscilla: No one ever is. Priscilla: Steady. Susan: Just let me say goodbye to my friend, please. Priscilla: Why? What's the point? Take her away. Ace: Just one question. How do you live with yourself? Priscilla: She was never any good. She never had the right attitude. She never joined in. She wasn't part of the team. Ace: She was my friend! Wences: Ace! Pipe Earl: What's wrong with these little guys? The Doctor: Well, they may not look like it, but they're on the edge of starvation. No sugar in the pipes. Earl: Why can't they live on the surface? The Doctor: They used to, but they were driven down here by human settlers. Earl: By us? The Doctor: Yes, us. Ah, here we are. Seventh manhole on the right. I'll go first. It's been a privilege. We shall return. Street Trevor: Name? The Doctor: I'm the Doctor. Have we met? Trevor: I'm sorry, that's classified information. The Doctor: You're Trevor Sigma, aren't you. Trevor: Galactic Census Bureau. I ask the questions. The Doctor: You ask the questions? Trevor: I'm sorry, that's classified information. Address? The Doctor: Which one? Trevor: If you live here, I need a town and street. If you're an alien, I need a home planet except when you spend more than half the working year away, in which case I need a planet of origin. The Doctor: That's classified information. Name? Trevor: What? The Doctor: I ask the questions. The Doctor: Name? Trevor: Trevor Sigma. The Doctor: Address? Trevor: Galactic Centre. Earl: What's happening, Doc? The Doctor: Questionnaire. Occupation? Trevor: Galactic Census Bureau, authorised to enter all Alphan property and to interview all Alphans. The Doctor: Good. Take me to the leader. Earl: Got places to go, Doctor. The Doctor: I'll find you later. Earl: How? The Doctor: The brandy of the damned. Earl: Oh, the blues. You're a nice guy, Doctor, but a little weird. The Doctor: Enough of the little. Trevor: That's nice. It makes me feel sort of, er, sort of, er... The Doctor: Melancholy? Trevor: Yes, that's it. A pleasant melancholy. Helen A's office Helen: Priscilla P was overpowered by a defenceless girl and a vermin. Is it a joke, Daisy K? Daisy: No, ma'am. Helen: Oh, what a shame. I enjoy a good joke. Where did this guerilla unit disappear to after they had dealt with Priscilla P? Daisy: They went down the pipes. Helen: Ah, the pipes. Excellent! Fifi's been eating far too many chocolates lately, haven't you, my darling. She could do with a bit of sport. Street David: Here we are. Look at that. Alex: I can't believe we're doing this again. David: The mark three. Alex: Roof duty. David: The prototype for the mark four must be ready, for the women. Alex: Don't see any women doing roof duty. Women always get the better jobs. David: Women always get the best g*n. Pipe Ace: Nice pipes. Reminds me of Perivale. Wences: Nice. Ace: Not that nice. Wences: Own bed. Ace: Careful with that can or we'll end up as grafitti. Helen A's home Joseph: Will you come this way, gentlemen? It's Trevor Sigma, dear, and er. Helen: I'm glad to see you again, Trevor. I don't think I've had the pleasure. The Doctor: It's no pleasure, I can assure you. Helen: How very kind. Joseph: Are you with the Bureau as well? The Doctor: I'm sorry, that's classified information. I understand you're responsible for this planet? Helen: We do our best. The Doctor: And is it a happy planet? Helen: I think you'll find everyone on Terra Alpha is very happy. The Doctor: Some people on Terra Alpha are very difficult to find. Helen: Well, I'm sure that Trevor Sigma will sniff them out for you, won't you, Trevor. The Doctor: I'm sorry, he's not allowed to answer that. Helen: I'm glad that you're here, Trevor. I wanted to tell you that I have adopted the Bureau's recommendations on population control. The Doctor: Which were? Helen: To control it. We have controlled the population down by seventeen percent. The Doctor: I'm sure you have. Helen: Over crowding has been quite eliminated. Joseph: No more queues at the Post Office. The Doctor: And did you use the Bureau's programme? Helen: Not quite. I found my own programme to be more effective. Helen: Oh, if you will excuse me, gentlemen. Joseph C will take care of you. Joseph: I say, Trevor, do we have to go through with this census business? Things haven't changed much since you were last here. Trevor: Full planetary census every six local cycles. That is the rule. Joseph: Oh, very well. A splash of lemonade and I'll show you the Floral Clock. What about er? Is he coming? The Doctor: He can't. He has a prior engagement. Trevor: Where are you going? The Doctor: Remember, Trevor, I ask the questions. Helen A's office Helen: Routine disappearance number five hundred thousand and five. Calling Happiness Patrol section C. Preparations are now complete. Stand by to escort killjoy into execution yard. Happiness will prevail! The Doctor: Population control? Helen: Look, who are you? The Doctor: And which member of the population are you controlling today, just for the record. Helen: A woman who disappointed me. The Doctor: And how did she disappoint you, eh? Oh, no, no, don't answer, no, no. She enjoyed the feel of rain upon her face. Or perhaps her favourite season was the autumn. Helen: You talk too much, whoever you are. The Doctor: Was that question? Helen: No. The Doctor: Good. I'm the Doctor. Still no luck? I'd have that seen to if I were you. Helen A's home Joseph: A touch more lemonade? The Doctor: Ah, thank you. Joseph: Strange chap. Pipe Wences: There. Ace: Where? Ace: Which way? Gordon Bennett. The Nitro, quick. The can! Keep down. Kandy Kitchen Kandyman: What's affected me? Help me! Gilbert: It's quite simple. Created as you are out of glucose based substances, your joints need constant movement to avoid coagulation. Kandyman: What do you mean? Gilbert: You're turning into a slab of toffee. I saw this at the planning stage, and then I realised what the solution was. Kandyman: What's that? Gilbert: I've forgotten. Street The Doctor: That sounds like a three star brandy to me. Earl: Hey, Doc. There's a demonstration. Workers from the sugar factory striking over Happiness Patrol m*rder. The Doctor: Ooo, I'd like to talk to them. Earl: It's too dangerous. They're pinned down by a couple of sn*pers. The Doctor: Oh dear, I'd better hurry. I've got to get to the Kandy Kitchen. Earl: Not the Kandy Kitchen. The Doctor: Don't worry, I'll deal with the sn*pers. Roof David: Pick your g*n up. Alex: Why? There's no one there. David: You're right. They've all gone to ground. Alex: I don't mind. Good luck to them. David: Shut it. Wait a minute. There's one. It's all right, I'll have him. Just let him get a little closer. Alex: Wait, he's not a drone. David: He's fair game, and you're heading that way. All right, come on. Come and say hello. The Doctor: Hello. David: Get back or I'll use the g*n. The Doctor: Yes, I imagine you will. You like g*n, don't you. David: This is a specialised w*apon. It's designed for roof duty, designed for long range. I've never used one up close before. Alex: Let him go. David: No. The Doctor: No. In fact, let him come a little closer. David: Stay where you are. The Doctor: Why? Scared? Why should you be scared? You're the one with the g*n. David: That's right. The Doctor: You like g*n, don't you. Alex: He'll k*ll you. The Doctor: Of course he will. That's what g*n are for. Pull the trigger, end a life. Simple, isn't it. David: Yes. The Doctor: Makes sense, doesn't it. David: Yes. The Doctor: A life k*lling life. Alex: Who are you? The Doctor: Shut up. Why don't you do it then? Look me in the eye, pull the trigger, end my life. Why not? David: I can't. The Doctor: Why not? David: I don't know. The Doctor: No, you don't, do you. The Doctor: Throw away your g*n. Execution yard Daisy: And so you have been sentenced to the severest penalty decreed by Helen A. Susan: I'm glad. Daisy: I'm happy you're glad. Patrol! Dismissed. Helen A's office Helen: Excellent. The Fondant Surprise. Kandy Kitchen Gilbert: We seem to have an execution. Shall I oblige, since you appear to be bogged down? Kandyman: Just get me unstuck. Pipe Wences: No! Ace: Come on, what're you moaning about now? Wences: Fondant. Ace: Move it. Wences: Move it. Ace: Move it. Wences: Move it. Ace: Move it. Wences: (???) Ace: (???) Why didn't you say? Kandy Kitchen The Doctor: Kandyman, don't let the Happiness Patrol see you looking like that. A big smile, please. Kandyman: Unstick me. The Doctor: I'll unstick you if you divert the flow. Kandyman: It's a deal. Helen A's office Helen: Come on, come on. Joseph: It's Trevor here. He has a few questions to ask you. Helen: Not now. Helen: They'll suffer for this, and only when they're screaming to go back under the pipe will I oblige. Trevor: No. Helen: What? Trevor: You can't. Helen: What do you mean? Trevor: Constitutional rules of the system. When the mechanics of an execution malfunction, the aforesaid execution may not be repeated. Joseph: Oh dear, what a nuisance. Helen: So now they're protected from the Fondant Surprise. Trevor: Rules of the system. Helen: Rules of the system? Trevor: Which further go on to say that an alternative execution may be substituted. Helen: Fine. Kandy Kitchen Kandyman: So you trusted me, then, Doctor. The Doctor: Of course. Kandyman: Very wise. I am a Kandyman of my word, but now our bargain is over. It's time to k*ll you. The Doctor: I thought you might have said that. The Doctor: Oh well, here we go again. Kandyman: No! Gilbert! Gilbert! Gilbert, where are you! Helen A's office Helen: You were very lucky just now. Ace: I'm not frightened of you. Helen: No? You're going to audition for the Late Show at the Forum. Ace: The Late Show? Susan: It's the Happiness Patrol auditions. Ace: But you're in the Happiness Patrol already. Helen: Not any more. Joseph! Joseph: A big smile, dear. Forum Square Earl: It's been a quiet night. The Doctor: Yes, well, it's been a busy one for me. Earl: So what now? The Doctor: I've lost my friend Ace. The Doctor: I think I know where to find her. The Doctor: When's the show open? Doorman: In five minutes. You'll catch it if you're quick. The Doctor: Five minutes? Why are they only putting the posters up now? Doorman: They're just for appearances. We always have a full house because attendance is compulsory. The Doctor: Run and get the demonstrators and bring them to the Forum. Earl: What if they don't want to come? The Doctor: You'll find a way. I'll meet you here later. Earl: Right. The Doctor: I want to find out if there's an artist appearing in the Forum tonight. Doorman: I'll just have a look at my list. The Doctor: Her name is Ace. Doorman: I can't do anything till I find my list, now can I? Doorman: Oh dear. Doesn't look like Daphne S went down too well, now does it?
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foreverdreaming
PART THREE Written by Graeme Curry Original air date: 16 November, 1988 Run time: 24:25 Forum Square The Doctor: I want to find out if there's an artist appearing in the Forum tonight. Doorman: I'll just have a look at my list. The Doctor: Her name is Ace. Doorman: I can't do anything till I find my list, now can I? Doorman: Oh dear. Doesn't look like Daphne S went down too well, now does it? Daisy: Big smiles, girls. It's show time. Helen A's home Helen: Look at them, Fifi. Dreary clothes, turgid music and terrible deportment. Oh, they really are so depressing. Happiness will prevail. Happiness Patrol section F, prepare to effect a large scale disappearance. A drone demonstration is heading towards Forum Square. Proceed there directly. Take no prisoners. Forum Square Doorman: Ace Sigma, wasn't it? The Doctor: Yes. Doorman: What does she do, then? The Doctor: Do? Doorman: Sing, dance, juggle, magic, vent or impressions? The Doctor: She makes things disappear. Doorman: Magic. The Doctor: (quietly) Nothing magical about the way she does it. Doorman: No, I've nothing down here under magic, but I can do you an Ace Sigma on the miracle survival act. The Doctor: What does that mean? No, don't tell me. If she survives, it's a miracle. Helen A's home Helen: There we are. And the last one. Ah, there we are, my darling. All mended. We're a team, Fifi, you and I. We help each other, and we will make this a happy planet, in spite of all the killjoys and the bunglers that surround us. And if they're miserable, we put them out of their misery. After all, it's for their own good. But first of all, a little harmless revenge. You take the vermin in the pipes, I'll take the vermin in the Forum. Forum Square Tannoy: This is a public happiness announcement. A depression is moving towards Forum Square. The proper authorities will restore harmony and peace. Trevor: Doctor. The Doctor: Trevor Sigma. Come to see the fun? Or is that classified information? Trevor: No, I'm leaving this planet. I've completed my census. The Doctor: Oh, is that it? And where are the Census Bureau going to send you next? Trevor: Earth. Have you been there? The Doctor: Once or twice. Trevor: Miserable sort of place. The Doctor: You're making me feel nostalgic. Wait a minute. You can't give them these names. I know them. Harold V, Silas P. They might have lived here once, but... Trevor: They've disappeared. I know. Strange, isn't it? Don't ask me why, but that is what they wanted. The Doctor: How long is it since you were last on this planet? Trevor: Er, six months ago. The Doctor: So, this represents six months worth of Helen A's handiwork. A list of the disappeared. Trevor: That's right. Street Priscilla: Over there. Man: What? Priscilla: In the shadows. A killjoy. Dark coat, drooping shoulders, a tear glistening on the cheekbone. Summary execution. Man: Not this time, Priscilla. Save it for the drones. Drive on. Forum Square The Doctor: It's still the same old story, a fight for love or glory, a case of do or die. The Doctor: Earl. Earl: The drones are on their way. The Doctor: Thank you, Earl. Everything's beginning to fall into place. As time goes by. The Doctor: You're late. Ace: Doctor! The Doctor: You don't know how happy I am to see you, Ace! Daisy: I'm glad you're happy, Doctor, but now it's fun time. Have a nice death. Ace: Doctor! The Doctor: It's all right, Ace. They can't sh**t me because they see before them a happy man! And their logic tells them, twisted though it be, that as such they have no power over me. I may have been some time ago a little grouchy, perhaps, a little bad-tempered, but not today. No, because today the Doctor and the drones are having a ball! The Doctor: You can't do it, Happiness Patrol section B. You can't go down in the history of the galaxy as a bunch of partypoopers. The only killjoys in this square are behind you! The Doctor: They're just wallowing in their own... Gilbert: Weltschmertz. The Doctor: Weltschmertz. All except Susan Q and Ace, who are happy to see me! The Doctor: Very happy. Daisy: Priscilla P, stop it. Ace: Come on, Professor, get this heap of junk moving. Execution yard Helen: Lovely evening. Joseph: Yes, dear. Helen: It's the sort of evening that makes you happy to be alive. I said, it's the sort of evening that makes you happy to be alive! Joseph: Oh. Yes, dear. I'm glad you're happy. Helen: And I'm happy you're glad. Tannoy: Happiness will prevail. Chaos in Forum Square. Fighting has broken out in the ranks of the Happiness Patrol itself. Happiness will prevail. Helen: No matter how hard I try, no matter how much work I put in, something always happens. Even moments like this aren't sacred. But one day, we will be happy. One day, I will be appreciated. Joseph: Yes, dear. Helen: Here, you wait for Fifi. I suppose I'd better deal with this myself. Joseph: Yes, dear. Street Ace: Where to now, Professor? The Doctor: To the top. Waiting zone Priscilla: Keep playing. Enjoy yourself. Daisy: Strictly speaking, P, this game is for killjoys. And I am not a killjoy. Priscilla: You pick up a lot in five years on the streets. You can see it in their eyes. You can feel their fear. They know you're watching. Daisy: Ah, it's Helen A! Priscilla: Ignore it. It's just a recording. Helen (on screen): It's not a recording. I'm broadcasting live. Put down your g*n and release Daisy K. Priscilla: But she's a killjoy. I arrested her myself. Helen (on screen): I'm losing patience. Put down your g*n. Priscilla: What shall I do, ma'am? Helen (on screen): You're in the Waiting zone. Wait. Pipe Ace: Here's company, Professor. The Doctor: Ah, Wulfric, Wences. The Doctor: That sounds like a Stigorax. I haven't met one since I was in Birmingham in the twenty fifth century. Ruthless, intelligent predators. Wences: Danger! Wulfric: Fifi! The Doctor: Fifi? That wouldn't be Fifi as in Fifi the annoyed rat you claim to have blown to smithereens? Ace: Nobody's perfect, Professor. The Doctor: Including Fifi. The Doctor: This way, I think. Wences: That way danger. The Doctor: Precisely. Helen A's office Helen: So. What are we left with after this little local difficulty in Forum Square. Remind me. Daisy: A posse heading out towards the sugar factories, and the Doctor and his g*ng roaming the city. Helen: Nothing insoluble there. All the factories are heavily protected and we'll soon track down the Doctor. Daisy: He may have gone down into the pipes. Helen: Excellent. We'll leave Fifi to deal with him. Pipe Ace: What was that? Earl: Sounded like an A flat to me. The Doctor: Shush. Whisper. Susan: Why are we whispering? Earl: Crystallised syrup. As it ages it becomes unstable. Ace: So any loud noise could set off an avalanche. The Doctor: Hardly any loud noise, just certain loud noises. Ace: Crucial. The Doctor: I want you to go down the other end with the Pipe People. Ace: Come on, Professor. The Doctor: Take Susie Q with you. Come on. Run! The Doctor: Earl, give me an A flat. Earl: Eh? The Doctor: No, A flat. Earl: Why? The Doctor: Resonance. Sympathetic vibrations. Haven't you read the paper of Doctor John Wallace to the Royal Society in 1677? Quickly. The Doctor: Wrong note. Er, give me a C. Earl: Isn't this dangerous? The Doctor: Yes. Keep playing. Helen A's office Tannoy: Happiness will prevail. Factory guards are joining forces with the drones to destroy the Nevani sugar beet plant here in sector six. We will keep broadcasting. Helen: It's only one factory, Daisy K. I've built over a thousand. Daisy: What about the reports of riots, hmm? And public unhappiness? Helen: Simple. All we need is someone who knows the streets like the back of her hand. Someone who is a good fighter, and someone above all who is fiercely loyal. Who do you suggest? Priscilla P, perhaps? Daisy: She's a fanatic. Helen: That's how I like them. Get me the Waiting zone. Helen: Get me the Kandyman. Daisy: You're not unhappy about something? Helen: Daisy, get me the Kandyman! Kandy Kitchen Kandyman: Kandyman. Helen A's office Helen: I want the Doctor, and I want him now. I don't care what you do, I don't care how far you have to go. Kandy Kitchen Kandyman: That won't be necessary. Helen A's office Helen: Why not? Kandyman (O.C.): He's just dropped in. Kandy Kitchen The Doctor: Kandyman, I don't believe you've met my young friend, Ace. An expert in calorification, incineration, carbonisation and inflammation. Kandyman: I beg your pardon? The Doctor: She's come to look at your oven. Kandyman: Has she, indeed? Then she should wait to be asked. Impolite guests get to feel the back of my candy hand. The Doctor: That may be, Kandyman, but the last time we met you said you were going to k*ll me. Kandyman: Really, Doctor? Thank you for reminding me. Ace: I wouldn't give that pimple head a hundred to one against you, Professor. Kandyman: Pimple head? I'm disappointed in you, Doctor. I expected you to choose your friends more carefully. Still, she won't be a friend much longer, will she. The Doctor: I agree, you are a pimple head. Kandyman: I'm finding this rather tiresome. Heads or tails, Doctor? The Doctor: Tails. Well? Kandyman: That would be telling. The Doctor: You're playing a dangerous game, Kandyman. That red-hot poker could cut through you like a Kn*fe through butterscotch. Kandyman: I have to bow, however reluctantly, to your logic, which leaves me only one alternative. The Doctor: Quick, Ace. Open the oven door! Ace: What about the Kandyman? The Doctor: Oh, he'll keep. He's full of colouring, flavouring and preservative. Street Earl: Blissful, isn't it, Doctor? Silence. The Doctor: Ah, not quite. I can hear the sound of empires toppling. Earl: And thanks to this lady and her fun g*n, she can take out a loudspeaker playing muzak at a hundred paces. Ace: Can I have a go, Professor? The Doctor: Wanton destruction of public property? Certainly not. Kandy Kitchen Wences: Wicked. Helen A's office Daisy: No reply. Helen: He must still be in the Kandy Kitchen. Daisy: I've already tried there. Helen: Try it again. Helen: I wonder where he can be? Execution yard Joseph: Close to the Kandyman, were you? Gilbert: I made him. Joseph: Really? How very interesting. Gilbert: Only his body. His mind was very much his own. Joseph: I certainly don't recall the chap ever arriving. Gilbert: He was born in the Kandy Kitchen. Joseph: Whereas you came from Vasilip, if memory serves. Gilbert: I was exiled from Vasilip. I brought his bones here in a suitcase. Joseph: Exiled, you say? Gilbert: I made a mistake. I was working in the state laboratories. Without realising it, I invented a deadly new germ. The disease wiped out nearly half the population. Joseph: Still, hardly your fault. Can't you just pack him up and start again? Gilbert: Not this time. He's better off this way. The Kandyman's gone. Helen A's home Daisy: Will you be away long? Helen: Away? Daisy: You're packing a case. I assume... Helen: Why should I be going away? Daisy: I just thought. The situation here. Helen: There's nothing wrong, is there, Daisy K? Daisy: No, of course not. Everything's fine. Tannoy: Happiness will prevail. One hundred and twelve factories have now fallen to the rebels as they continue their drive westwards. Helen: As you said, Daisy K. Everything's fine. I'm happy. Daisy: I'm glad you're happy. Pipe Ace: Are we under the palace now? The Doctor: Yes, this is where we get in. The Doctor: Okay, Wences, this is the point at which we must say goodbye. Wulfric: Doctor... The Doctor: No protests. Soon you'll be back in the sugar fields. Ace: Something's taking off. The Doctor: Yes. It sounds like a shuttle. Helen A's office Helen: Gilbert M! Gilbert (on screen): It's all working quite beautifully, Helen A, as you can see. A masterful piece of engineering, even though I say so myself. Helen: You betrayed me! Gilbert (on screen): My only complaint is the company. I don't know how you put up with it. Helen: How did you get into my escape shuttle? Gilbert (on screen): That's what I was saying. The captain let me in. Helen: Who is this captain? Let me see him. Joseph (on screen): Goodbye, dear. Helen: What are you doing there? You're supposed to be waiting for Fifi. Joseph (on screen): Really, dear? It must have slipped my mind. The Doctor: Ah, I was looking for Helen A. Perhaps you could tell her... Daisy: You're too late, Doctor. She's gone. But I'm delighted to see you. The Doctor: Susan Q. Who taught you to sh**t like that? Susan: She did. The Doctor: Oh, thank you, Daisy K. Ace: You all right, Professor? The Doctor: Splendid. Ace: Hello, faceache. Susan: Yeah, no more lift music. Earl: Unless it sounds like this. Street The Doctor: You can't get away, Helen A. Helen: There's a scheduled flight in an hour. You can't stop me, Doctor. The Doctor: Oh, I know I can't, but it's not me you're running away from. Helen: Who is it, then? The Doctor: Yourself. That's why you'll never escape. Helen: They didn't understand me. The Doctor: Oh, they understood you only too well. That's why they resisted you. Helen: I only wanted the best for them. The Doctor: The best? Prisons? Death squads? Executions? Helen: They only came later. I told them to be happy, but they wouldn't listen. I gave them every chance. Oh, I know they laughed sometimes, but they still cried, they still wept. The Doctor: Don't you ever feel like weeping, Helen A? Helen: Of course not, Doctor. It's unnecessary, and those that persisted had to be punished. The Doctor: Why? Helen: For the good of the majority. For the ones that wanted to be happy, who wanted to take the opportunities that I gave them. The Doctor: What were these opportunities you gave them? A bag of sweets? A few tawdry party games? Bland, soulless music? Do these things make you happy? Of course they don't. Because they're cosmetic. Happiness is nothing unless it exists side by side with sadness. The Doctor: Two sides, one coin. Helen: You can keep your coin, Doctor, and your sadness. I'll go somewhere else. I'll find somewhere where there is no sadness. A place where people know how to enjoy themselves. The Doctor: I'm sure you will, Helen A. Helen: A place where people are strong, where they hold back the tears. A place where people pull themselves together. The Doctor: Where there is no compassion. Helen: Where there is control. The Doctor: A place where there is no love. Helen: I always thought love was overrated. Helen: Fifi! The Doctor: Fifi? Ace: Shouldn't we do something, Professor? The Doctor: 'Tis done. Forum Square Daisy: This is all your fault, Priscilla. Priscilla: I'm glad you're happy, Daisy. The Doctor: It's been a long night and I think we ought to be off. What about you, Earl? Earl: Think I'll hang out here for a while, Doc. See if I can teach this planet the blues again. Susan: Yes, thank you for giving them back to us, Doctor. The Doctor: Hmm? Susan: The blues. The Doctor: Oh, yes. There are no other colours without the blues. Ace: Will they be all right, Professor? The Doctor: Happiness will prevail.
{"type": "series", "show": "Doctor Who", "episode": "25x07 - The Happiness Patrol - part 3"}
foreverdreaming
PART ONE Written by Kevin Clarke Original air date: 23 November, 1988 Run time: 24:31 De Flores's villa Karl: Herr De Flores. Herr De Flores. Wonderful news. Lady Peinforte's home Richard: Very good, my lady. Peinforte: How much longer? Richard: He cannot hear you, my lady. Shall I... Peinforte: Leave him. There'll be time enough to punish his impertinence when he's finished. Peinforte: Put this with the others. Are you so very feeble? The poison cannot harm unless the arrow's tip should break the skin. Let who will steal my gold. Richard: And the silver arrow, my lady? Peinforte: Leave that to me. You're sure the potion is well mixed? Richard: On my life, ma'am. I guarantee it. Peinforte: Good. We await but the calculation. Perhaps the fee will speed matters. De Flores's villa De Flores: Gentlemen. I wonder if even you can fully appreciate what this moment means. You're standing now at the turning point of history. The day of fulfillment of our mighty destiny is about to dawn. Fifty years ago, I stood at the side of the Fuehrer himself when he ordered the first giant step to greatness, just as now the moment approaches for the second and final one. It will be decisive, for this time, this time we must not fail. Gentlemen, I give you the Fourth Reich. All: The Fourth Reich. Karl: Herr De Flores, the aircraft is ready. De Flores: We leave at once. Lady Peinforte's home Richard: My lady, there is but the final ingredient for the liquid wanting. For that I was thinking... Mathematician: My lady? Lady Peinforte? I've finished. Peinforte: You have the answer? Mathematician: Yes, my lady. Peinforte: Quickly, then. Tell me. Mathematician: The comet Nemesis will circle the heavens once every twenty five years. Peinforte: Yes. Mathematician: It's trajectory, however, is decaying. This... Peinforte: When will it land? Mathematician: It will circle ever closer until finally it once again strikes the Earth at the point from which it originally departed, the meadow outside. Peinforte: When? Mathematician: When. Oh, yes. Yes, of course. On the twenty third day of November in the year of our Lord nineteen hundred and eighty eight. Black Jack's Mill - garden Ace: I could listen to them all afternoon. The Doctor: And so we shall. Ace: Have you seen this? Charlton picked up three points. The Doctor: This is my favourite kind of jazz, straight bl*wing. Ace: I hate people whose alarms go off during gigs. The Doctor: What's this? It's a reminder. Ace: Well, go on, then. The Doctor: Well, obviously, at this precise moment it's a reminder to change course for another destination. Ace: Where's that? The Doctor: I've forgotten. Oh, we'll have to go back and find out. Ace: Oh, Professor. Ace: Excuse me, would you mind signing my tape? Courtney: Not at all. Ace: Thanks. Courtney: Okay. Ace: Bye. The Doctor: Don't you find it embarrassing asking for autographs? Ace: Not as embarrassing as forgetting what you set your alarm for. The Doctor: Well, I probably arranged it centuries ago. Ace: Doctor! The Doctor: Get down! Ace: Who are they? The Doctor: Couldn't see. Quick, the TARDIS. Ace: Hope my tape's all right. The Doctor: Welcome home. Lady Peinforte's home Mathematician: I could build a flying machine. Imagine that, my lady. Human beings flying about like birds. Peinforte: Bring the cups of potion. We leave at once. Richard: The final ingredient, my lady? Human blood? Mathematician: Why, I can change the world. Peinforte: Ah, yes. Riverside The Doctor (O.C.): Ace! Ace: Yeah? The Doctor (O.C.): Duck. The Doctor: No, duck. Ace: Oh, great. Now I can play my tape. The Doctor: Afraid not. Ace: Why not? It's my tape deck. You built it for me. The Doctor: Yes, I know I built it for you to replace the one that was destroyed by the Daleks, but... Ace: So? It's my tape deck and I want to play this. The Doctor: This is more than just a tape deck. And besides, we've more to worry about than just listening to your tape. Ace: Yeah. So who were they, anyway? Who'd want to k*ll us? The Doctor: I'm afraid there's an infinite number of possibilities. What concerns me more is my alarm. Got to find out what it was supposed to be. Ace: Can't you remember anything about it? The Doctor: I'm afraid not. Obviously the arrangements were made in rather a hurry. They are important. I've given them a terminal rating. Ace: Sounds nice. The Doctor: It means that some planet somewhere faces imminent destruction. Ace: Crikey. The Doctor: Quite. The Doctor: That looks familiar. Earth. Lady Peinforte's home Peinforte: Afraid? Richard: Yes, my lady. Peinforte: When I employed you, you lead me to believe you were a hardened criminal. Richard: As my lady knows, before I entered your service I was found guilty of a large number of offences. Peinforte: Then have the courage of your convictions. Drink. Drink! Richard: What's happening, my lady? Peinforte: We are leaving, Richard. Destiny beckons. We ride the back of time. Richard: No. No! No! Peinforte: Come back, you fool. You'll break the aura. Richard: I can't! Please, my lady. I must stay. Peinforte: It's too late. Black Jack's Mill Richard: Where are we, my lady? Peinforte: Why, the very place we left, of course. My house in Windsor. Riverside Ace: You mean the world's going to end and you've forgotten about it? The Doctor: I've been busy. Ace: How long have you known? The Doctor: Well, in strictly linear terms, as the chronometer flies, I've known since November the twenty third, 1638. Cellar The Doctor: Hello. Ow! Ace: Look at all this stuff. The Doctor: Yes, that's exactly what we've got to do, look at all this stuff. You take that aisle. Ace: What's it all for? The Doctor: Presents. Ace: Nobody gets this many presents. The Doctor: Well, if you were a lady who travelled. Ace: I am. The Doctor: Yes, you're not always invited, but you are, you get presents, and then you need somewhere to store them. Ace: Who does it all belong to? I mean, where are we? The Doctor: Windsor. Ace: Windsor? We're in the castle? The Doctor: This is new. Ace: I thought it'd be a lot posher than this. The Doctor: It probably is, upstairs, but we're in the vault. The Doctor: I'm looking for a silver bow we want to borrow. Ace: We can't go nicking stuff in here. The Doctor: It's only temporary. Ace: It's probably treason. I'm too young to go to the Tower. The Doctor: Listen, Ace, do I have to remind you that the safety of the world is at stake? Ace: It might make a difference if you'd let me know what was going on, Professor, but I suppose there's no time. The Doctor: Precisely. The Doctor: There's even less time than I thought. Please, let's hurry. Black Jack's Mill Peinforte: Nemesis. She arrives. Cellar Ace: Was that a b*mb? The Doctor: No, that was the return to Earth of a comet called Nemesis that has been in orbit for exactly three hundred and fifty years. Ace: You're amazing, Professor, being able to tell all that just from the noise. The Doctor: Wasn't difficult, really. It was me who launched it into space in the first place. This may qualify as the worst miscalculation since life crawled out of the seas on this sad planet. Ace: Nobody's perfect. Hey, is this the bow? Van Karl: We're almost at Windsor, Herr De Flores. Shall I let the men walk around a little? De Flores: No, Karl. We must not keep history waiting. Black Jack's Mill Richard: My lady, what carriage is that? Peinforte: Hurry. The rogues will have the Nemesis. Richard: I've not seen the like of it before. We must take care. Peinforte: Oh, fie. Van De Flores: Nemesis has come to Earth on that piece of ground. In the new era, all this will be a shrine. Karl: The men are ready in two as*ault groups. I will remain with you. We await only your order. De Flores: Very good. Let's drive to the best hotel and refresh ourselves. Karl: But Herr De Flores, there are only three policemen. We can take them now. You young people, always in such a hurry. Well, we were the same. Now, the statue is inside the meteor, which has just travelled through space. Have you any idea how hot it will be? How can we handle it? Since the British Government is completely unaware of its power, I'm sure we can rely on the police force to guard it safely until we're ready to collect it. I have every confidence in them. Cellar The Doctor: The bow was in the case. Ace: Ah. This case contained the bow of Nemesis, property of the Crown, which disappeared mysteriously in 1788. Legend has it that unless a place is kept for the bow in the Castle, the entire silver statue will return to destroy the world. The Doctor: For once legend is absolutely correct. It has just returned. The Doctor: Oh, now this. Ace: It's just the electricity. Ace: It does that sometimes, even in the 1980s. What I want to know is, how can a statue destroy the world? The Doctor: I'll tell you three hundred and fifty years ago. Lady Peinforte's home The Doctor: Shush. Ace: Sorry, Professor. The Doctor: There might be someone at home. Ace: Okay, Professor. So where are we now? The Doctor: Windsor, of course. Only a few hundred yards from the Castle. Ace: And is it really 1638? The Doctor: It certainly is. And furthermore, don't move. Ace: What? The Doctor: Stay where you are. Ace: What is it? The Doctor: Something you don't want to see. Ace: Who does this house belong to, anyway? The Doctor: A lady. Ace: She's got funny ideas about home furnishings. The Doctor: Lady Peinforte's nothing if not original. I'm afraid this poor man was employed for his useful rather than his ornamental qualities. He's a scholar. He's done remarkably well. In a matter of months since I was last here, he's calculated the exact time and date when a comet called Nemesis will land on this planet. The twenty third of November. Ace: 1988. The Doctor: And Lady Peinforte's rewarded him with her usual generosity. Ace: So the bow belonged to her? The Doctor: Hmm? Oh, no, no. Not to her. To a statue of her. She made the statue from the silver metal that fell out of the sky into that meadow out there. The Doctor: Hmm, this game is going rather badly. Ace: Professor. The Doctor: Don't worry. There's no one here now, apart from our late friend. Lady Peinforte's around all right, in Windsor, but three hundred and fifty years in the future. Crash site Richard: What means yon fellows? One speaks into his hand. Peinforte: He summons guards. Oh, this cannot be. Richard: Why so upset, my lady? Peinforte: Because, fool, they will protect the Nemesis, and we know not their strength and w*apon. Richard: But, my lady, they know not what the comet is. Without the arrow, it is nothing. We must but watch and wait our chance to seize it. Peinforte: Thou art not in all wise so useless, Richard. Richard: My lady is too kind. Peinforte: We shall withdraw and conceal ourselves. Policeman: Three one eight to base. Hey look, there's someone inside. Lady Peinforte's home Ace: How can she get to 1988? The Doctor: She uses the silver arrow, of course, and she had some basic rudimentary knowledge about time travel. Black magic, mostly. Ace: Black magic? The Doctor: Mmm, and what you might call a nose for secrets. The Doctor: Oh, dear. Ace: So it wasn't just silver, this stuff that fell from the sky? The Doctor: Unfortunately, Lady Peinforte discovered it was something rather more unusual. A living metal. Validium. Ace: Living metal? The Doctor: Yes, with just one purpose. Destruction. Ace: But if you launched it into space, how come it's capable of destruction? The Doctor: Later, Ace. Crash site Policeman: Don't bother trying again, it looks like the battery's d*ad. Policeman: Hello? Hello? Windsor Castle Guide: You see here the guard. They're changed quite regularly. Of course, they're only changed in winter time. They normally stand here all the time in summer time. Now, will you follow me, please, ladies and gentlemen? Ace: I've been here before. The Doctor: Déjà vu? Ace: No, with the school. The Doctor: Oh, very droll. I haven't been here since they were building the place. You remember the way around? Ace: Not really. Windsor Castle's a big place. The Doctor: Quite right. What we need's a guide. Come on. Guide: Tower, and also further over there is the Mary Tudor Tower. Those gargoyles have been there for about five hundred years. They were built in 1509 originally, and the... Courtyard Ace: I really don't think we should be doing this. The Doctor: This way? What do you think? Ace: I don't know. I might be able to tell if I actually knew where we were going. We didn't actually cover the Royal residential areas on the school trip. There's someone coming. The Doctor: Act as if you own the place. Ace: Do what? The Doctor: It always works. We own the place. Ace: Doctor! The Doctor: How annoying. I can't place that woman for the life of me. Ace: Doctor! The Doctor: It's all right, Ace. I know that woman from somewhere. The Doctor (O.C.): What! Why didn't you say something? Ace (O.C.): You wouldn't let me. The Doctor: She's just the woman we need. Quick, after her. Ah ha! Landing The Doctor: It'll be very useful to have the armed forces and the police on our side, and can you suggest a better person to ask? Ace: Come on. The Doctor: There's no alternative. Crash site Richard: I am in a nightmare, or mad. Peinforte: This is no madness. Tis England. Richard: But the noise, lady. The foul air. Richard: Yes, my lady. What will my lady do when you possess the Nemesis? Peinforte: Why, first have revenge on that predictable little man. He will soon arrive, Richard. Oh yes, I expect him. This time there'll be a reckoning with the nameless Doctor whose power is so secret, for I have found his secret out. In good time, I will speak it. I shall be his downfall. Landing The Doctor: I've got to speak to her. Security: Be quiet. We'll have a doctor here soon. The Doctor: But I am a doctor! Security: Don't get excited. How did you get in here? The Doctor: I could tell you, but you won't believe me. Security: Try me. The Doctor: I travelled through time and space. Security: Oh dear, oh dear. The Doctor: Oh yes, very well, then. Let's forget about the armed forces. Ace: But the Queen? Security: Are you a patient with him? Ace: Now, you'd better listen to him, weasel features, 'cos he's the Doctor. Security: Oh, is he? The Doctor: Listen, the fate of every living creature on this planet hangs in the balance. Security: I don't believe you. The Doctor: You will believe me. You will let us go. You will not move. You will move. Ace: How did you do that? The Doctor: It's easy once you know how. You have to make a spectacle of yourself. Security: Hey! The Doctor: Only trouble is, it doesn't last long. Gallery The Doctor: Oh look, a Van Dyck. Ace: Not now, Doctor. Ace: Pardon me, pardon me, pardon me. Security: Excuse me. Staircase Ace: What now? The Doctor: Back to the TARDIS. We're obviously not going to get any help here. Ace: Professor, that's me. The Doctor: What? Gosh, so it is. My goodness, what a good likeness. Ace: How come I ended up here? The Doctor: Well, it hasn't happened yet. Ace: But it's two hundred years ago. The Doctor: I know. We haven't done it. That's why you don't remember it. Ace: It doesn't make sense. The Doctor: Well, it did to Louis Armstrong, but then he really understood time. Security: There they are. Come on. Crash site Karl: Herr De Flores, I don't understand how the police have already been overcome. De Flores: That is of no importance. All that matters is the Nemesis is safe. De Flores: Your strength returns. Soon you will be completely restored. But where's the arrow? The arrow, where is it? De Flores: Find it. Find it! The Doctor: I only hope we're not to late. The Doctor: Er, don't be afraid. We won't harm you. Karl: How did you get here? I searched that section, there was no one there. De Flores: Never mind, Karl. You will see many signs and wonders in the days to come. Give me the arrow of Nemesis. The Doctor: Fortunately, I haven't seen it since 1638, when it disappeared along with the good Lady Peinforte. De Flores: Rubbish. You. Where is the arrow? Ace: I don't know anything about it. The Doctor: She really doesn't. Allow me to explain, Ace. The Doctor: For the validium to become active, it must have a sufficient quantity of critical mass. The statue alone is no good without the bow. De Flores: I have the bow. The Doctor: And the arrow. Now, if someone could put the bow and arrow into the statue's hands... De Flores: They have the power of life and death, not only over this Earth but any planet in existence. You seem remarkably well-informed for someone who claims to know nothing. The Doctor: I simply notice what is obvious. You, apparently, don't. De Flores: What do you mean? The Doctor: You see those policemen there? They've been att*cked by technology more advanced and more terrible than you could imagine. Karl: What technology? The Doctor: And you might also have observed the electricity supply being drained over the last few days. Ace: Like at the Castle? The Doctor: Yes. De Flores: Tell me where the arrow is. I want you to tell me where to find the arrow! The Doctor: I'm glad to say I can't. De Flores: Then we will sh**t her. Ace: Doctor. De Flores: Wait. The Doctor: Don't move! Ace: They saved my life. The Doctor: Don't thank them yet. We might live to regret it. Ace: What are they? The Doctor: Cybermen.
{"type": "series", "show": "Doctor Who", "episode": "25x08 - Silver Nemesis - part 1"}
foreverdreaming
PART TWO Written by Kevin Clarke Original air date: 30 November, 1988 Run time: 24:12 Crash site De Flores: Wait. The Doctor: Don't move! Ace: They saved my life. The Doctor: Don't thank them yet. We might live to regret it. Ace: What are they? The Doctor: Cybermen. Leader: So, Doctor, a new appearance, otherwise our anticipation of your presence has proved entirely accurate. Leader: Eradicate them. The Doctor: Take cover. Ace: Doctor! Ace: Doctor, we can't stay here. The Doctor: We certainly can. This exactly the same thing that happened the last time. Only then it was the Roundheads and Lady Peinforte. Peinforte: A h*t. A very palpable h*t. Peinforte: See how my poison is as deadly as ever, Richard. Richard: And I shall look after the sick. Which reminds me, I shall return to Briggs his money. Peinforte: Get up, fool. I tell thee, Richard, were there men of silver like these here in our day, my life would have been quite different. Now I'll let them destroy each other, and then we'll take the Nemesis. The Doctor: Where did that come from? Ace: Didn't see. The Doctor: A Cyberman k*lled with an arrow? But that's ludicrous, unless. Of course, the head's made of gold. Ace: That's real gold? The Doctor: Yes. The only substance to which they're vulnerable. Ace: Classy. The Doctor: Ah! Gold dipped in poison. Lady Peinforte's calling card. Ace: I really think we should be getting out of here, Doctor. The Doctor: I really think you're right. Richard: My lady, who is that little man? Peinforte: Oh, glorious evil. It is he. Peinforte: No! De Flores: We must retreat. It's our only chance. Karl: And leave the statue? De Flores: The statue alone is useless to them. The bow is ours. Get it. Leader: Bring the bow at once. Cyberman: The Doctor and the female have escaped with it, Leader. Leader: And that one? Cyberman: Terminated by another human female, using gold. Leader: This must be the Lady Peinforte. Windsor town Richard: My lady, there are people here. Peinforte: Of course there are people. This is Windsor. Come. Warehouse Leader: Cut the statue free and take it into the craft. Lady Peinforte's home Ace: I don't like this place. The Doctor: We're just passing through, Ace. Ace: What happened to the body? It's gone. The Doctor: Yes. Someone's moved the chess pieces. The Doctor: Voila! Ace: Is that what we came here for? The Doctor: Our friend the mathematician was a genius, but he needed a little help to get started. The Doctor: Cold? Ace: I really don't like this place. Can we make a move? The Doctor: Yes. Van Karl: What is the gold dust for, Herr De Flores? De Flores: Eventualities. Windsor Great Park The Doctor: Validium was created as the ultimate defence for Gallifrey, back in early times. Ace: Created by Omega? The Doctor: Yes. Ace: And? The Doctor: Rassilon. Ace: And? The Doctor: And none of it should have left Gallifrey. But, as always with these things, some of it did. Ace: So you had to stop Lady Peinforte. The Doctor: Or anyone else. Ace: From ever putting the three bits together. The Doctor: Yes, so I launched the largest piece into space. Ace: But you got the sums wrong. The Doctor: Look. We're almost there. Ace: I'd feel a lot safer and happier inside the TARDIS. The Doctor: Well, the Cybermen might find the TARDIS. This way, our validium leads us to their validium. Ace: Isn't that a bit old-fashioned? The Doctor: I'm an old-fashioned guy. Windsor town Skinhead: You looking at me? Peinforte: Stand aside. Skinhead 2: What are you, social workers? Richard: Out of my lady's way. Skinhead: We want to tell you our problems. Peinforte: Will you be turned into rats? Skinhead 2: We already have been. Skinhead: Poor ones. That's our problem. Skinhead 2: Money! Richard: Money, say you? Crypt Cyberman: The remaining validium approaches, Leader. Leader: As predicted. Activate communications unit. Cyberman: But the Doctor and Peinforte are still to be destroyed. Leader: Our victory is inevitable. The Doctor will come to us, and Peinforte is a simple savage accompanied by a terrified peasant. Windsor Great Park Ace: What am I supposed to be listening for? The Doctor: That. Cybermen communicating. Ace: I don't like Cybermen. The Doctor: You should see the ones they're communicating with. Ace: Reinforcements? The Doctor: Yes. But if we could only jam their signal. Have you got a tape? Ace: Yeah. You mean this thing transmits? The Doctor: Of course it does. I built it. Crypt Leader: Commence transmission. Cyberman: Leader, I must repeat the objection to the transmission of incorrect information. Our forces do not yet hold all three units of validium. Leader: You are outside your function. Windsor Great Park The Doctor: Are we having fun? Ace: Yeah. Crypt Cyberman: Interference, origin unknown. Leader: Open the monitor channel. Windsor Great Park Ace: That'll keep them busy. Time to go? The Doctor: Oh, I do love a jam session. The Doctor: This is ridiculous. Who did this to you? Skinhead: Social workers. Outside the Crypt Richard: My lady. Peinforte: Of course I heard it. Am I deaf? Richard: It sounds like a bear, but worse. Peinforte: See, we're near the Nemesis. Come. The bear will not pursue us. Such things happen only in the theatre. Richard: What creatures are these? Peinforte: I know not. Richard: They will eat us. I beg you, my lady, return us to our own time. The England now is full of terrors. Peinforte: You're mad! Return without the Nemesis? Never. And without my knowledge, you cannot return at all. I tell you, Richard, either you assist me to regain it or I leave thee here forever. Now, come. I think they are peaceful. Richard: What place, what place is this? Peinforte: The piece of ground on which you stand? Well, I will tell thee. It is thy grave, Richard. Richard: What? Peinforte: I ordered you to be buried here when I planned my tomb. See, there's thy stone. Peinforte: If the dogs would not eat thee, I ordered you put out here to attend me in the next world as in this. There you see is my burial place, and aptly the silver creatures there do hold the Nemesis. We shall att*ck. The Doctor: Just in time. Crypt Richard: There's nothing here, my lady. Peinforte: See the arrow? The statue's here, depend upon it. Outside the Crypt Leader: Now our plan begins to operate. She will find that her crypt has weathered with age. The fact of her death will drive her insane. Crypt Richard: This is your tomb? Peinforte: Rather fine, is it not? But where is the statue of Nemesis? Outside the Crypt Peinforte (O.C.): Where is it? Where? Cyberman: Is this the human condition of madness, Leader? Leader: It is. k*ll them. Peinforte (O.C.): It must be here. It must be! Crypt Richard: My lady! Peinforte: It is here! The arrow tells me. How can this be? Where? Where is it? Outside the Crypt Cyberman: Gold! Van De Flores: This was once the estate of the infamous Lady Peinforte, in the seventeenth century. Karl: Lady Peinforte? But Herr De Flores, we've seen a woman in seventeenth century dress today, f*ring arrows at us and at men of silver. De Flores: Shut up. Outside the spacecraft The Doctor: I don't suppose you've completely ignored my instructions and secretly prepared any Nitro Nine, have you? Ace: What if I had? The Doctor: Naturally you wouldn't do anything so insanely dangerous as to carry it around with you, would you? Ace: Of course not. I'm a good girl. I do what I'm told. The Doctor: Excellent. Blow up that vehicle. Outside the Crypt Leader: Destroy them. Destroy them! Cyberman: We cannot sustain these losses, Leader. We must withdraw. Leader: No. We must hold the statue and retrieve the arrow from them. Cyberman: If we are overcome, the entire strategy fails. The Cyber race will cease to exist. Leader: Your logic is correct. Their supply of gold is limited. Retreat. Crypt Peinforte: Of course. Help me, Richard. Tis in my tomb. Help me! Outside the spacecraft The Doctor: Hello, I'm the Doctor! I believe you want to k*ll me. Outside the Crypt Leader: Betrayal. k*ll them. Ace: They k*lled them, just cos I blew up the ship. The Doctor: They were d*ad already. The Cybermen had transformed them. They were no longer human beings. Ace: Is that why the Cybermen saved my life, so they could do that to me too? The Doctor: Probably. They were like people themselves before they turned themselves into Cybermen. Quite a lot of human beings are trying to follow their example. Crypt Richard: My lady, where are your bones? Peinforte: What matter? Windsor Great Park The Doctor: Are we still jamming them? Ace: Tape's still running. The Doctor: Good. Let's see who's listening to it. The Doctor: Ah, sweet. Clearing De Flores: We want to talk to you. I don't know if you're familiar with Wagner's Ring das Nibelungen. Now we, we are the supermen, but you, you are the giants. They are wonderful creatures. Leader: Of course, but why should we form an alliance with you? De Flores: We had a leader once. He predicted your coming. Now together we shall fulfil his vision and reign over this world. Leader: Together? The Cyber race requires no help from humans. Karl: But a woman who is almost less that human now holds the statue. De Flores: And she's armed with the most primitive toys. Leader: You insult us. De Flores: Of course not. Whatever your unfortunate vulnerability doesn't affect us. We can remove her for you. Leader: We accept. Destroy the woman and her servant, and we will divide the planet into your sl*ve groups and ours. De Flores: Good. Leader: But remember, betrayal will be fatal. We are invincible to your w*apon. De Flores: Come with me. Leader: Once they have the arrow and the statue, destroy them. Windsor Great Park The Doctor: Anything there? Ace: Why am I doing this? The Doctor: That handful back there aren't the only Cybermen in the universe. We've got to find out where the others are. Ace: Look, this is where the signal's being received, right? The Doctor: Right. Ace: But according to the scanner there's nothing there. The Doctor: Then the scanner's wrong. That lot were only the advance party. Out there somewhere's the entire Cyberforce, and they want the Nemesis more than anything else in space. Ace: How can you be so sure? The Doctor: Because it's 1988. Ace: Huh. That makes sense. The Doctor: Listen, Ace. The Nemesis generates destruction. It affects everything around it. I launched it into space, but unfortunately with an orbit that brings it back to Earth every twenty five years. Take the twentieth century. It appeared in 1913. Ace: The eve of the First World w*r. The Doctor: Twenty five years later? Ace: 1938. The Doctor: h*tler annexes Austria. Ace: 1963? The Doctor: Kennedy assassinated. Ace: 1988. The Doctor: Check the scanner again. De Flores: Unfortunately, Wagner must be rewritten. The supermen must control the giants. Only two illiterates stand between ourselves and the Fuhrer's dream. Come. Crypt Peinforte: How perfect you are. Immaculate beauty carved in absolute evil. Richard: But your bones, my lady? They should be buried... Peinforte: What matter? They are d*ad, but I live, and soon I shall have the bow and my Nemesis shall be complete. Peinforte: We are att*cked! Quickly, arrows. Richard: We have but one left, my lady. I doubt that our arrows can stop these w*apon anyway. Peinforte: Nonsense. Make it count. They k*lled the silver creatures. Richard: See, lady, we have no chance! Peinforte: Nonsense. No man shall take the Nemesis. Her might is mine! Peinforte: Not for nothing did I design my own tomb. Death is but a door. Peinforte: I always knew I'd cheat it. Here, help me with the statue. Richard: We can't lift it, my lady. We must fly! Karl: Put up your hands. Peinforte: Never! Richard: You want the statue, master? Here, take it. Take it. Peinforte: No! Richard: Give her the arrow. See! Richard: Forgive me, my lady. Peinforte: Unhand me now! Peinforte (O.C.): No! De Flores: No matter, Karl, no matter. They are of no importance. We have the statue, the arrow, and the bow. Karl: And the Cybermen? De Flores: Gold overcomes them. We have no such weakness. See how it prepares for life. Your first task must be to take control of the extraterrestrials. Leader: Unfortunately, that will not be possible. De Flores: Keep away. I possess the entire statue of Nemesis. All power is mine. The life and death of everything in existence is in my hands. Leader: Then where is the bow? Windsor Great Park The Doctor: Of course. It's so simple. They're shrouded. Ace: You what? The Doctor: Shrouded. They don't show up. But we must try and force them into revealing themselves. Treble. Bass. Please let me be right. Is anyone listening? Balance. Ace: What are they? The Doctor: Cyber warships. Thousands of them. They were invisible.
{"type": "series", "show": "Doctor Who", "episode": "25x09 - Silver Nemesis - part 2"}
foreverdreaming
PART THREE Written by Kevin Clarke Original air date: 07 December, 1988 Run time: 24:36 Windsor Great Park The Doctor: Of course. It's so simple. They're shrouded. Ace: You what? The Doctor: Shrouded. They don't show up. But we must try and force them into revealing themselves. Treble. Bass. Please let me be right. Is anyone listening? Balance. Ace: What are they? The Doctor: Cyber warships. Thousands of them. They were invisible. Ace: What can we do? The Doctor: I think our best move is to go to the crypt, unarmed, with the bow. Ace: Professor, are you losing your marbles? The Doctor: We've got to get the bow into the statue's hands in order to activate the validium. Ace: Is this the only way? The Doctor: I believe in the direct approach. You can always go back to the TARDIS. Ace: Are we going or what? Crypt De Flores: Surely we, er, we can negotiate this er, this misunderstanding? Leader: Our understanding is perfect. You thought you had all three components of the statue, and naturally wished to destroy us. Karl: You are completely mistaken. Leader: Silence. Cyberman: Validium activity indicates proximity of the bow, Leader. Leader: Excellent. k*ll them. Outside the Crypt Karl: Herr De Flores. De Flores: You fool, they're going to k*ll us. Karl: Your day is over. De Flores: You betray me? Have I taught you nothing? Karl: Everything. Which is why we now part company. I'm afraid you failed to understand history in addition to Wagner. De Flores: I? Karl: Supermen are all very well, but the giants are the master race. Karl: Here he is. Now make me one of you. Leader: You show potential. Very well. Have them programmed at once. Leader: We must complete the statue immediately. Locate the bow. Destroy the Doctor and his young friend. Richard: How is it with you, my lady? Peinforte: I understand not. Richard: What's to understand? Peinforte: Always I have treated you badly. I have done you no service, shown you no kindness, and yet you risk your life to save me. Why so? Richard: Should I not? Peinforte: I do not live in the world of what should. But you're a good man, Richard, and I am evil. Richard: My lady, we have no more w*apon. Peinforte: No, you're wrong. I have one more yet that will not fail. My knowledge. I will have the statue of Nemesis. Windsor Great Park Ace: Doctor. The Doctor: Ace? Ace: Look, let's be honest, right? I've never really bottled out of anything before, have I, but I'm really, really scared, Doctor. The Doctor: Oh, Ace. I'm sorry. Forgive me. Why don't you go back to the TARDIS? You'll be safe there, whatever happens. Ace: No chance, Doctor. No chance. Crypt Cyberman: The Cyberfleet are still not receiving our transmission, Leader. Leader: Is there any pattern to the jamming signal? Cyberman: It is meaningless. Cyberman: Communication channels to the Cyberfleet are clear again, Leader. Leader: Excellent. Their arrival is imminent. De Flores: You fool. Without the bow the statue's power is nothing. Leader: We will shortly obtain the bow. De Flores: From the Doctor? Don't delude yourself. He is no common adversary. Do you think he'll simply walk in here and hand it over? The Doctor: Good afternoon. Leader: Doctor. The Doctor: Yes, here we are. I'm sorry we couldn't have been here earlier, but we were held up on the way. I don't believe you've met my friend Ace. Leader: Give me the bow. The Doctor: Cyberleader moves pawn to discover check. Ace: Ace replies by neatly castling with the bow. Leader: Give me the bow. The Doctor: Doctor en passant behind Cyberleader. Leader: Give me the bow! The Doctor: Doctor supports combination gambit. Leader: Take the bow from him. The Doctor: Middle game element with Cybermen. Leader: k*ll him! The Doctor: End game. Illegal move, but checkmate! The Doctor: That seems to be in order. The Doctor: Run! Outside the Crypt The Doctor: The TARDIS. Ace: No statue? The Doctor: Now it's awake, it'll follow the bow. Windsor Great Park Peinforte: Fear not, Richard. It is the Nemesis come alive. Richard: Alive? Peinforte: Why, yes. Which means it is complete, and now it shall be mine. Peinforte: All power, all power past, present and future, shall be mine. Why, I shall be mistress of all of that is, all that shall be, all that ever was. Yes, all! All! Richard: My lady, let us find some shelter. Peinforte: How dare you! I shall lead and you follow! Lady Peinforte's home Ace: Hey, why are we here? What's going on, Professor? The Doctor: Unfinished business. We don't want those to fall into the wrong hands, just yet. Ace: How's the game going? The Doctor: Black's losing. Ace: What happens to these calculations? The Doctor: Bishop takes rook. Someone steals them. Ace: The same person who steals the bow? I mean, the same person who steals it in 1788? The Doctor: How should I know, Ace? Questions, questions. Queen takes bishop. Ace: Who brought validium to Earth in the first place? The Doctor: But pawn takes queen. Ace: What's really going on, Doctor? The Doctor: Checkmate. Black wins. Time to go. Take those gold coins. We may need them. Road Peinforte: We needs must walk, Richard. We have no carriage. Richard: We can avail ourselves of one of these steeds, my lady. I see the method. Sit you here and rest awhile. Crypt Leader: The Doctor must not lead the statue back to the rocket sleds. We will stop him. Warehouse The Doctor: Ah. Now, the statue should be here any moment now. Everything depends on my final calculations. I can't get my figures wrong this time. Ace: It's okay, Professor. I promise not to interrupt you. The Doctor: You are interrupting me. Ace: Sorry. The Doctor: There's also another slight problem. The Cybermen could be here at any moment. Ace: Don't worry, Doctor. I'll look after you. The Doctor: Aim at the chest panel. And I trust you remember my strict instructions never to cause any further expl*si*n? Ace: I'm a better person as a result, Doctor. The Doctor: Good. We're ready for anything. Road Peinforte: All will be mine. Limousine Remington: Er, Cyril, honey, pull the automobile over. There's some people there who could use a lift. Remington: Where are you folks headed? Richard: To Windsor, and it please you, ma'am. Remington: It surely does, honey. Jump right in. Crypt Karl: Herr De Flores, your day is over. De Flores: (laughs) You betray me. Have I taught you nothing. Karl: We completely deceived them, Herr De Flores. De Flores: Even I thought for a moment we were finished. I am not afraid of death, only of failing in my duty. Warehouse The Doctor: Now, ah yes, the bow. The bow. The bow is essential. You shall have the bow. Limousine Remington: You must be parched from standing in the sun. May I offer you a little refreshment? Richard: Thank you, no, madam. Remington: Oh. Are you folks students? Richard: Alas, I am but a servant, and cannot read or write. Remington: Oh. Richard: My mistress is of noble birth, and has some Latin and a little Greek. Remington: Well, you must be on vacation at this time. Richard: Go you far, ma'am? Remington: Far? Oh, I just came over from London. Richard: Two days ride. Remington: Well, no, actually the traffic was pretty reasonable. I left about, let's see, forty minutes ago. Richard: Forty minutes? Remington: Folks from the south are never in a hurry. As a matter of fact, I'm here on a visit, checking out my roots. Richard: Tis wise with crops this time of year, ma'am. Remington: Oh. Warehouse Nemesis: I am beautiful, am I not? Ace: Yes. You're very beautiful. Nemesis: It is only my present form. I have had others which would horrify you. I shall have those again. You are surprised I speak? Ace: I know you're living metal. Nemesis: I am whatever I am made to be. This time Lady Peinforte called me Nemesis, so I am retribution. Ace: Catch you later. Limousine Remington: Well, my family came from around here. I traced them all the way back to the sixteen hundreds. Peinforte: All things will soon be mine. Remington: I guess they will, honey. Peinforte: Time past, present and future. Power invincible. Warehouse Leader: Destroy the human female. Find and destroy her! Limousine Peinforte: The secret of the heavens. Remington: Virginia is heaven, if you ask me. My family owns a little land there. They used to own a little land around here, too. The Remingtons of Remington Grange. Peinforte: I know them. Thieves and swindlers all. Remington: You study history? Peinforte: Dorothea Remington did bribe away my cook. Remington: Oh. Now, let me see. Yes, there was a Dorothea. She died in sixteen... Peinforte: Twenty one. Twas a slow poison. Remington: This is unbelievable. Peinforte: Many found it so. Remington: Here I am, driving around, and I pick up someone who's researched my family tree. Peinforte: We ride to destiny. Remington: We surely do, honey. We surely do. Warehouse The Doctor: And now, we'll set the rockets for the correct projection, and then you will be on course for the Cyberfleet. Ace: Why? You're going to k*ll me anyway. Leader: We detect only one more piece of gold. Ace: Correct. So who'll be next, and who'll be lucky? Leader: k*ll her. The Doctor: The rockets are now locked in to a destination. Now, let's see how the Cyberfleet is progressing. The Doctor: Right on course. Nemesis: And I'm to destroy the entire Cyberfleet? The Doctor: Forever. Nemesis: And then? The Doctor: Reform. Nemesis: You might need me in the future, then? The Doctor: I hope not. Nemesis: That is what you said before. The Doctor: Enough. Nemesis: And after this, will I have my freedom? The Doctor: Not yet. Nemesis: When? The Doctor: I told you when. The Doctor: Things are still imperfect. The Doctor: Stop! Harm her in the slightest, and I will destroy this bow! Cyberman: Give us the bow, Doctor. The Doctor: No. Cyberman: We shall simply take it and k*ll you both. The Doctor: Ah. Cyberman: In any case, your thr*at was meaningless. How could you have destroyed the bow? The Doctor: Well, actually, I would have arranged to have the bow neatly placed in front of the rocket sled. Then I would have arranged the rockets to test f*re at a pre-arranged time. By the way, Ace, what is the time? Ace: Well, it's almost... Ace: Is that it, Doctor? Oh no, not you again. De Flores: The bow. De Flores: We have both succeeded in deceiving the Cybermen. Karl: They made the mistake of assuming all human beings to be weak, corruptible. We, however, are loyal to the death. De Flores: The long journey is over. You will be worshipped forever. Doesn't she speak? The Doctor: Not to the likes of you. De Flores: She will. Well, Doctor, we must part. And thank you for removing the Cybermen. Now the Nemesis is finally mine. Ace: I'm sorry, Doctor. I thought I'd got him. Leader: Give me the bow, or I will k*ll her. Peinforte: All things, all power. Time, space, the world. Leader: She is mad. Richard: Speak not of my lady so. Peinforte: See, I am here. Ace: What do you want? Peinforte: My Nemesis. Ace: You're too late. The Doctor's got it. Peinforte: It is incomplete until it holds the bow. That may be given over to anyone. It will now be given to me. Leader: No! To us. Peinforte: You are nothing. Only the Doctor matters, and he is but a pawn in the game of my making. Ace: Listen, you old bag. Richard: Silence! Ace: The Doctor's not just going to give you the bow. Tell her, Doctor. Tell her. Peinforte: Doctor who? Have you never wondered where he came from, who he is? Ace: Nobody knows who the Doctor is. Peinforte: Except me. Ace: How? Peinforte: The statue told me. Ace: All right, so what does it matter? He's a Time Lord, I know that. Peinforte: Well, Doctor? The Doctor: If I give you the bow... Peinforte: Your power becomes mine, but your secrets remain your own. The Doctor: It's all over, Ace. My battle, all my battles, I've lost. I can only surrender. Peinforte: Yes. The Doctor: But not to you. The Cybermen will have the Nemesis. Leader: This is most rational, Doctor. Peinforte: But I know your secrets. The Doctor: Very well, tell them. Peinforte: I shall tell them of Gallifrey, tell them of the old time, the time of chaos. The Doctor: Be my guest. Peinforte: Your secrets... Leader: The secrets of the Time Lords mean nothing to us. The Doctor: Exactly. Thank you for coming to the twentieth century and giving me assistance. Thank you for bringing the arrow. You may go now. Peinforte: What? The Doctor: You had the right game, but the wrong pawn. Check. Leader: Enough, Doctor. Cancel the statue's destructive capability. The Doctor: Thank you. The Doctor: Do you understand the Cyberleader's instructions? Nemesis: Perfectly. Ace: Please don't surrender, Doctor. Leader: Prepare it for launching to liaise with our fleet. You have the position from this device. Leader: A new and final era begins, Doctor. Imagination, thought, freedom, pleasure, all will end. Leader: The Earth will be transformed into our base planet, the new Mondas. Before I k*ll you all, you may watch the arrival of our fleet. Launch the Nemesis. Ace: Let them k*ll me, Doctor. Don't surrender. The Doctor: Stand back. She's ready for launching. Ace: Nice rocket technology, Doctor. Leader: We will watch its progress. The Doctor: Certainly. Leader: This is impossible. You gave my instructions to the statue. The Doctor: Yes, I gave your instructions to the Nemesis, and it understood them. It understood them, and disobeyed them, and destroyed the Cyberfleet. Leader: Then you will join them. The Doctor: It's worth it. The Doctor: That seems to be that. Thank you. Richard: It was nothing, Doctor. I wish I could have saved my lady, too, but she was one with your statue. How shall I live now, stranded, a stranger in this time? The Doctor: I know how you feel. However... Ace: He'll give you a lift. The Doctor: Back to 1638? Richard: It's possible? The Doctor: Anything's possible. Lady Peinforte's home Ace: So you sent the Nemesis off into space to draw the Cybermen so you could finish them off. The Doctor: I suppose I did. How clever of me. Ace: Just like you nailed the Daleks. The Doctor: As I said, Ace. Unfinished business. Ace: There's still one question you haven't answered. Richard: We have none of this jazz whereof you speak, Doctor, but I think you will like this. Ace: Professor? Doctor? Who are you?
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foreverdreaming
PART ONE Written by Stephen Wyatt Original air date: 14 December, 1988 Run time: 24:23 Big Top Ringmaster: Now welcome folks, I'm sure you'd like to know, we're at the start of one big circus show. There are acts that are cool and acts that amaze. Some acts are scary and some acts will daze. Acts of all kinds, you can count on that, from folks that fly to disappearing acts. There are lots of surprises for the family at the Greatest Show in the Galaxy! So many strange surprises, I'm prepared to bet, whatever you've seen before, you ain't seen nothing yet. TARDIS Ace (O.C.): Professor? The Doctor: Yes? Ace (O.C.): Have you seen my Nitro Nine? The Doctor: Isn't it in your rucksack? Ace (O.C.): Yeah, but where's my rucksack? The Doctor: Interesting question. Ace: Things don't just vanish. The Doctor: No. Landing bay TARDIS The Doctor: What's that peculiar noise? Ace: What peculiar noise? I don't hear any peculiar. The Doctor: How extraordinary. The Doctor: It materialised inside the TARDIS. Just the kind of thing you'd expect to see in this part of the galaxy. Ace: Is that just what you'd expect too, Professor? The Doctor: Not entirely, no. Advert: Yes, it's festival time at the Psychic Circus, the Greatest Show in the Galaxy! So why not come along and have the time of your life with the nonstop action of its glittering circus ring. There's big prizes... Ace: No, I don't believe it. Junk mail. Used to get loads of this stuff through the letterbox and now we're being b*mb with it inside the TARDIS. The Doctor: Yes, junk mail gets everywhere. Advert: If you want to watch or you want to compete, there's a great time for you on the planet Segonax. The planet has easy access via our special polyportable landing bays. The Doctor: Oh, Ace, I thought you'd have been interested in the circus. Ace: No, kid's stuff. I went once. Didn't even have any tigers. It was naff and it was boring. Apart from the clowns, of course. The Doctor: What, you found them funny? Ace: No, creepy. The Doctor: I think you're being very unfair. A lot of the acts in the circus require a great deal of skill and courage. That's something you should appreciate. Anyway, I rather fancy entering the Festival talent contest myself. Ace: Oh no, not the spoons again. Advert: Scared? Ace: What? Advert: Scared to come to the Psychic Circus? Ace: No. Advert: Scared to take part? Ace: No, course not. Advert: Well, if you are, then go ahead, ignore me. I quite understand. Ace: I don't believe it. Junk mail that talks back. The Doctor: Shall we just fling it away and forget about it? I mean, I'm sure the Psychic Circus isn't scary at all. It's just a device to get us to go. Ace: Okay, you win, junk box. I'm not scared of anything. Segonax Flowerchild: Come on, we can't give up now. Bellboy: They'll catch us, I know it. They'll drag us back to the circus. Flowerchild: Oh, Bellboy, please. You promised. You know it's down to us now. We're the only ones left to fight. Come on. Bellboy: Flowerchild, look. Your kites, your beautiful kites. Shoreline The Doctor: So this is Segonax. Not quite the green and pleasant land we'd been led to expect. Still, I've had good reports of the friendliness of the natives. Ace: Don't see these landing bays, Professor. The Doctor: Oh, I expect that's for those not fortunate enough to possess a TARDIS. Ace: So now where? The Doctor: I'll ask for directions over there. By the snack stall The Doctor: Good afternoon. I'm the Doctor, this is my friend Ace. Stallholder: What sort of costume do you call that? The Doctor: I don't understand. Stallholder: And her's is no better. We don't want your type around here. The Doctor: Ah, and what type might that be? Stallholder: Wierdos. You can tell them at a glance, you know. Ace: Friendly natives, eh, Professor? The Doctor: Let's not be hasty. Shoreline Flowerchild: There's no choice. Bellboy: No. The kites will track us forever. Flowerchild: One of us must get there. Flowerchild: I want you to have this. Bellboy: Thanks. Look, I'll wait here awhile and see if I can find a longer route round. I shall draw them after me. Flowerchild: No silly risks, now. Bellboy: Go on. Go on. Segonax Clown: They can't have lost them. Clown: I thought not. Bellboy: Come on, kites. Find me. By the snack stall Ace: Yuck. Do we really have to eat this muck? The Doctor: Elementary diplomacy, my dear Ace. She apparently thinks we're a pair of undesirable intergalactic hippies. We must try and convince her we're nice, clean-living people who eat up all our fresh fruit and pay our way. Ace: Paying good money for this muck is daylight robbery. Do I have to finish it? The Doctor: Every last bite. Besides, we want the charming lady to tell us how to find the circus, don't we. Delicious, madam. Quite delicious. Segonax Bellboy: Come on, then! It's me, Bellboy. It's who you're looking for, isn't it? What are you waiting for? Come on! By the snack stall Stallholder: More? The Doctor: Er, no. Delicious but extremely filling. I'm sure you will have gathered by now, dear lady, we're not the kind of hobbledyhoys and vagabonds you take such exception to. Indeed, as I said before, I'm known as the Doctor. Stallholder: Some people will call themselves anything. The Doctor: Yes, well, be that as it may, we would appreciate your help. You see, we're looking for... Stallholder: Here comes another one of your lot. Ace: Look at that ace bike, Professor. Ace: Need a hand? I reckon it could be a stuck valve. Nord: Get lost. Ace: It's a great bike. Nord: Go on, hop it, before I get angry. Ace: Well, if you don't want to save yourself some time, then it's up to you. Course, it could be a valve... Nord: I've told you, girl, get lost! Or I'll do something horrible to your ears. Ace: Suit yourself. I hope your big end goes. Stallholder: He'll be going there. They all go there, you know. The Doctor: Go where? Stallholder: The Psychic Circus. All the riff-raff go there. All the infernal extraterrestrials like him. Monopods from Lelex, Doctors. The Doctor: I don't understand. You say that he's going to the circus? Stallholder: Of course. Everyone of them who's up to no good goes there. We locals wouldn't touch it with a barge pole. The Doctor: Is it far, this appalling spectacle? Stallholder: Miles and miles. Why do you suppose he's got that noisy monstrosity polluting the countryside? Here, you're not thinking of going there, are you? The Doctor: No, no, the very idea, no. Just a moment, would you excuse me? The Doctor: Ace, any chance of a lift, do you think? Ace: Worth a try, I suppose. He doesn't look after that bike, you know. If only he'd let me have a go, The Doctor: Yes, yes, never mind, Ace. Let's concentrate on getting a lift to the circus. Excuse me. If you're going to the circus, I wonder if could possibly give... Nord: Do you want me to do something unpleasant to your face? The Doctor: No, not really, no. Nord: No one rides with me! For I am Nord, Vandal of the roads. Painted bus Conductor: Hold tight please. Segonax The Doctor: Well, there's nothing like a nice walk in the countryside. Ace: And this is nothing like a nice walk in the countryside. The Doctor: Now, now, now, it could be worse. You could be carrying that heavy rucksack of yours. Ace: Yeah, what about my rucksack, Professor? What did you do with it? The Doctor: They seem to be in rather a hurry. Looking for customers. Ace: Well, I wouldn't be so chuffed if I kept getting visitors like Nord the Vandal, I suppose. The Doctor: That's true. But then, how do they expect a hard case like him to going to the circus anyway? Ace: Maybe he got conned, like I was. The Doctor: Something evil's happened here, I can feel it. Ace: To do with the circus? The Doctor: Who knows. Ace: Doctor, look. Campsite Captain: I was probably the first person to visit the valley for several millennia, at the very least. So something like this, which for the ordinary dull old stop-at-home might seem quite extraordinary, is just run of the mill as far as I'm concerned. Well, of course since you've never been... Mags: Captain. The Doctor: Greetings. I'm the Doctor and this is my friend Ace. Captain: And I am Captain Cook, the eminent intergalactic explorer. You happen to have heard of me, old boy? Mags: And I am Mags. Outside the Circus Nord: Oi, white-face. White-face! Where do I park for the gig at the Psychic Circus? Campsite Captain: Mmm, delicious. My own special blend, of course. I take it everywhere. Bet you can't guess the blend, eh, Doctor? The Doctor: Well, I could be wrong, of course, but isn't it from the Groz Valley of Melogothon? Captain: Good. Very good. Ace: I'll give you a hand. The Doctor: Oh, Ace, wait a minute. Captain: Were you ever on Melogothon, Doctor? The Doctor: Well as a matter of fact, I was. Captain: The frozen pits of Overod are worth seeing, of course, though much overrated, I feel. All right for the trainee explorer. Old hands like myself need something a bit more exotic. The Doctor: Why come here, then? Captain: Sorry, old boy? The Doctor: I said, why bother to come here? Captain: Well, I'm told the Psychic Circus is quite an interesting little show, particularly at this time, when everybody turns up to compete in the Festival. Yes, besides, she wanted to come. The Doctor: Do you often travel together? Captain: Of late, yes. I found her on the planet Vulpana. Between you and me, old boy, she's rather an unusual little specimen. The Doctor: Of what? Captain: Ah, that would be telling, old boy. What about yours? The Doctor: I never think of Ace as a specimen of anything. Captain: Keep your shirt on, Doctor. Everything's a specimen of something. Take that robot over there, for example. Ace: What do you reckon, Professor? The Doctor: I suppose it was buried for some good reason. Ace: Well, maybe we'll find out what that reason was, eh, Professor? Ace: Gordon Bennett! The Doctor: Quick. Help, Captain. Captain: You don't often see one like that, do you. The Doctor: I've seen ones like this quite often enough, thank you very much. Ace: Do something! I've got it. Captain: Well, well. More tea, perhaps? Segonax By the snack stall Bellboy: Excuse me. Stallholder: You can't lie down there, you know. Bellboy: At last. Clown: Where's the girl? Bellboy: She'll have reached there by now. Clown: If she has, she'll regret it. Stallholder: Is there no end to you wierdos? Painted bus Captain: It's obviously some sort of shrine. I saw one much like this on Dioscuros. The Doctor: A shrine or not, I can't help feeling something sinister happened here. Captain: I wonder you manage to explore anything. Everything seems to alarm you so. The Doctor: Not everything. I trust my instincts, and you may recall they're not always wrong. Ace: Oh, come on, Professor. Let's go and explore. Captain: I agree with your young friend. Let's explore. On the bus Ace: Here, look at this. Captain: I say. Well, well, well, it is quite something. Ace: Wonder if it still goes. Captain: Yes. The Doctor: Ace, I wouldn't. Conductor: Any more fares, please? Any more fares, please? No standing inside. Hold tight, please. Captain: I say, steady on, old chap. Conductor: Fares please. Hold on tight. Ding, ding. Captain: No, no, no, you've got it wrong, old boy. He's paying the fares, not me. Conductor: Any more fares? The Doctor: I would like a ticket, actually. I'd like a there and back off peak weekend break supersaver senior citizen bimonthly season with optional added facilities a free cup of coffee in a plastic glass a crocodile sandwich and make it snappy, you mechanic moron! The Doctor: If I might take a look at that ticket machine of yours? The Doctor: Ah, yes. The Doctor: Just the ticket. Ticket office Morgana: What have you done? Clown: Not nearly enough. Morgana: We need him. Clown: He'll have to be punished, Morgana. Bellboy: Flowerchild? Morgana: No. Bellboy: Flowerchild. Morgana: Where is she? Clown: He still thinks she may have escaped. Morgana: Listen, Bellboy, I... Clown: Save your breath. Take him back in the ring. He knows what's waiting there. Bellboy: No. No. No! No! No! Morgana: What if a visitor arrives now? Clown: If they come, they come. Painted bus Captain: Letrepos, for example. Sights like this are every day. The Doctor: Some people can't bear to be proved wrong. Ace: He'd have let tinhead do you in. The Doctor: Oh, let's not bear a grudge. He can't help being a pompous, selfish, self-satisfied meddler. Ace: Hmm. Mags might be okay if he wasn't around. The Doctor: If a little odd. Ace: Doctor, look. The Doctor: Do you like it? Ace: Yeah. The Doctor: Well, if the keeper's not here, the finder has it. Ace: Ace. Ace: What do you reckon happened here, Professor? Were the people in this bus att*cked on their way to the circus? The Doctor: Presumably. Whoever att*cked them, destroyed them and wrecked the bus. Ace: And the evil you felt, was that the bus conductor? The Doctor: Yes, I think so. Anyway, whoever left him here on guard's gone now. Perhaps millennia ago. Ace: Nothing to do with the circus being scary? The Doctor: I'm afraid I think not. No, that was all just good publicity. Ace: Pity. It might have made it more interesting. Are we still going there then? The Doctor: Yes. I feel just in the right mood. And after two brushes with death in one day, I hope you might be. Ace: If you say so, Doctor. The Doctor: Ah, so, Doctor. You can remember. Outside the circus Captain: On one of my trips to Neogorgon there was a whole planet with electronic dogs' heads submerged in mud. By the snack stall Whizzkid: Hi! Stallholder: Hello, young man. Just arrived from the landing port? Whizzkid: That's right. Stallholder: Oh, you've no idea what a relief for me it is to see such a nice, clean, respectable young man, after the riff-raff I usually have to deal with. Can I help you at all? Whizzkid: Yes, please. Could you tell me the way to the Psychic Circus? Ticket office Clown: The show is about to start. Morgana: I've seen enough already. Captain: Greetings, my good woman. This is the Psychic Circus, isn't it? Morgana: Why yes, that's right. Captain: Ah, sounds like things are going well. Come along, Mags. Morgana: But er... Captain: But what? Morgana: You can't go in just now. There is a speciality act being rehearsed. Captain: All the better, my dear. Morgana: No, you don't understand. Captain: Thank you, my good fellow. Thank you. Outside the Circus The Doctor: Not as far as we feared. Look. Ace: I still think clowns are creepy. The Doctor: Nonsense. The Doctor: Listen, they're having a good time in there. Ace: Don't you hear it? The Doctor: Hear what? Ace: That screaming. The Doctor: I can't hear anything. Ace: I was sure I heard... The Doctor: Oh, you're just making excuses because you don't like circuses. Ace: No. No, it's not that. The Doctor: Well, are we going in or aren't we?
{"type": "series", "show": "Doctor Who", "episode": "25x11 - The Greatest Show in the Galaxy - part 1"}
foreverdreaming
PART TWO Written by Stephen Wyatt Original air date: 21 December, 1988 Run time: 24:20 Outside the Circus The Doctor: Listen, they're having a good time in there. Ace: Don't you hear it? The Doctor: Hear what? Ace: That screaming. The Doctor: I can't hear anything. Ace: I was sure I heard... The Doctor: Oh, you're just making excuses because you don't like circuses. Ace: No. No, it's not that. The Doctor: Well, are we going in or aren't we? Ticket office Clown: Two more. Morgana: Right. Outside the Circus Ace: I did hear it, that screaming. The Doctor: But not now. The Doctor: So we can go in? Ace: Yeah, okay. The Doctor: Your enthusiasm's overwhelming. Ticket office Morgana: Welcome one and all to the Psychic Circus. The Doctor: Ace, you promised. I'm the Doctor and this is Ace. I must apologise for my young friend. Morgana: Oh, it is no problem. All of us around here believe in letting our feelings hang out. I mean, there is no point in getting uptight, now is there? Ace: I don't believe this. Morgana: That is why we got into circuses in the first place. The Doctor: We? Morgana: The founder members of the Psychic Circus. The Doctor: Ah, I see. Morgana: We were really into personal expression and the Circus gave us a chance to develop ourselves by expressing our individual skills. The Doctor: I wonder if you've a special skill, if I might enquire. Morgana: Fortune telling. Would you like to see the future? The Doctor: Not just yet. The Doctor: The Psychic Circus has grown into quite a sizeable operation, by the looks of it. Morgana: The greatest show in the galaxy. The Doctor: Quite so, yes. My, you have travelled, haven't you? The planet Othris, the Boriatic Wastes, Marpesia and the Grand Pagoda of Cinethon. Morgana: Yes, we used to have a great time in the old days, going from planet to planet. But we've really got settled in here since... The Doctor: Since? Morgana: Well, you have to hang up your travelling shoes and stop wandering sooner or later, don't you? The Doctor: So I've been told. Personally, I just keep on wandering. Ringmaster (O.C.): Will you please take your seats, thank you. The Doctor: Ace? Ace: Yes, Professor? The Doctor: Well, are we going in or aren't we? Morgana: You're sure you want to go in? The Doctor: Yes, that's why we came here in the first place. Morgana: Look, I don't know how to put this, but... Morgana: Of course, go right in. Do your own thing. Enjoy yourselves. The Doctor: Thank you. Oh, tickets. We forgot to buy some tickets. Morgana: Tickets? The Doctor: To go in. Clown: Ha ha! You're in already. The Doctor: Oh. Sounds as if you're doing really good business. Clown: This way, please. Big Top Ace: Professor. The Doctor: Yes? Ace: I can't see a thing. The Doctor: Neither can I. Ace: And the cheering's stopped. The Doctor: Perhaps we're between performances. Let's see if we can find a seat. Ace: Found somewhere to sit, Professor? The Doctor: That's one way of looking at it, if we could see. Over here. Ace: What? The Doctor: I said, over here. The Doctor: In a moment our eyes'll get used to the darkness. Ace: Assuming there's anything worth seeing. The Doctor: Listen. Girl: Daddy. Daddy. Dad: What? Girl: I want an ice cream. Dad: You've already had one. Girl: But Daddy. Dad: I told you once and I'm not going to tell you again. Now shut up and eat your popcorn. The Doctor: We're not alone. Ace: Yeah, but it looks like it's just us and them. What a con. I mean, where's Mags and the Captain? The Doctor: Perhaps they haven't arrived yet. Who knows? Anyway, I'm going to have an ice cream. Mom: They should be starting up again soon. Have a crisp, Father. The Doctor: Greetings. Not many in today, are there. Are you regulars or is this your first visit, too? Let me introduce myself. I'm... The Doctor: Oh, thank you very much. Delicious. Ace: Professor. Professor, it's starting. The Doctor: Well, it's been a pleasure. The Doctor: Remarkable. Ace: If you like this sort of thing. The Doctor: No, no, I mean the memorial stones. Do you see them? Look. Ringmaster: Now welcome folks, I mean that from the heart, because the Greatest Show is about to start. It's happening right here before your very eyes and one thing's for sure, you're in for quite a surprise. But then, nothing's quite as it seems to be at the Greatest Show in the Galaxy. Ringmaster: Now welcome folks, we've got a brand new act. He's a real find and no doubt that's a fact. He'll entertain you, he'll make you stare, and our great new act is seated over there! The Doctor: Oh, thank you, but... Ringmaster: Come on, Doctor. Don't be shy. The Doctor: Well, I'm not really sure that I should. Ringmaster: Oh, no false modesty. We know you're good. The Doctor: Well, this is most unexpected. Are you sure you want me? Ringmaster: There's no mistake, Doc. Come on in. Feel free. Ace: Don't go, Professor. The Doctor: Why, what harm could it do? Ringmaster: Exactly. But the decision's up to you. Ace: No, Doctor! The Doctor: Well, you certainly didn't waste any time. I had expected to see what the opposition was up to before I put myself forward for the talent contest. The Doctor: But since you insist. Ringmaster: Oh, we do, but no doubt you'd like to get yourself prepared first. The Doctor: Well, yes, I... Ringmaster: Let me show you and your charming assistant to your dressing room. The Doctor: Oh, thank you very much. Ace! Clown: Where did you find that earring? Ace: Are you a robot too? Clown: No. Ace: Pity. Clown: So tell me where you found it. Clown: After her. Backstage Ringmaster: Right this way, Doctor. The Doctor: Thank you very much, but where's Ace? I don't think she... Ringmaster: Oh, she'll be coming. Captain (O.C.): Iniphitus, where the Galvanic Catastrophods are not what they were. Captain: No, but they're still worth a look if you're doing a tour of the southern nebula and have an eon or two to spare. You. Well, well. The Doctor: Captain Cook, I presume. So you had arrived after all. Captain: But of course. Come and join us, Doctor. It's one big happy family here, eh, Nord? Nord: Except when you're gassing on. The Doctor: Well, I don't really think I... Captain: Nonsense, we're having a ball here. The Doctor: Very well then. Mags. Do sit down, Doctor. The Doctor: Thank you very much. Captain: Yes, there we are. Comfy? The Doctor: Yes. Captain: That's the spirit. Cage Captain: Anything the matter, old chap? The Doctor: It's a trap! I've fallen into a trap! I've fallen for it. Captain: Yes, I know, old boy. Never mind. Have some tea. A very similar thing happened to me once, you know. The Doctor: Why? Captain: Why what? The Doctor: Why let me be trapped? It's so pointless. I could have saved you, Nord and Mags. Captain: I wouldn't be too sure about that, Doctor. These circus chappies are pretty smart customers for all their let it all hang out mumbo jumbo. Mags: Maybe we could have escaped if we'd made a break for it there and then. If only you'd... Captain: Now, now, Mags. No use in getting upset, and that's an order. The Doctor: What about you? I mean, why didn't you speak up? The Doctor: What kind of answer's that? Captain: Save your energy, Doctor. You'll soon see why. Anyway, all of us in here have developed a survival philosophy, which is why we welcomed you in. The Doctor: What is all this, then? I thought there was a talent contest going on. Captain: Well, yes, but in a way it's more like a survival of the fittest. Captain: Oh, that's Deadbeat. Yes, he does odd jobs about the place, makes the tea for me, things like that. Don't bother too much about him, though. Fellow's mind's completely gone. Deadbeat: Gone. Gone. Oh really gone. All really gone down the road again. Ticket office Ringmaster: Well? Morgana: We have to talk. Cage Nord: Get out of it! I hate your sort, cos I'm Nord, see? The toughest infernal extraterrestrial there is. The Doctor: What a fool I've been. Captain: Frankly, old chap, I have to agree. The Doctor: I should have listened to Ace. Captain: Number one rule of the intergalactic explorer, Doctor. If you hear somebody talking about good vibes and letting it all hang out, run a mile. Mags: We didn't. Captain: That's beside the point. The Doctor: What happens in there? Captain: In where? The Doctor: In the ring, during the talent contest. Captain: Something pretty nasty. Ringmaster (O.C.): Next contestant ready, please. Captain: Oh, here, Nord. Nord: What? Captain: Remember our agreement? Nord: Eh? Oh, yeah, course. Captain: Well, heads, heads or tails? Nord: Tails. Captain: Heads. Nord: So? Captain: You're on next. Nord: I ain't going on next! Captain: But we all agreed, didn't we, Mags? Captain: Good girl. Captain: He's next, I believe. Clown: Get him ready. The Doctor: You were lucky, Captain. Captain: Not really. I got a whole set of these silly little nick-nacks from some bug-eyed monster when I was on the planet Leophantos. Captain: Like I said, Doctor. Every man for himself here. The Doctor: What am I supposed to do with these? Captain: Practise juggling, I suppose. Your chances of survival in the ring are better, of course, if you keep them entertained. The Doctor: Why, do they let you out again? Captain: No, but you last longer. Outside the Circus Whizzkid: All right? Ticket office Morgana: Just think of all those tickets we've sold. Does that make you feel good? It wasn't always like this, was it. Not before we came to this dreadful place. We used to have fun. We were free spirits then. Ringmaster: We are now. Morgana: You think so? It feels more like we're part of a machine. Ringmaster: Look, we're not leaving, if that's what you mean. Morgana: We must! Ringmaster: You keep saying that, but you haven't gone, have you? Morgana: I tried, but... Ringmaster: Listen, just as long as they keep on coming, and they will, no doubt of that, we are a success. Don't you understand? An intergalactic success. Now, the others, they couldn't take the pace, that's all. Bellboy, Deadbeat, Flowerchild, the rest. Don't you understand? They wanted to live in the past, the old lazy way. Not us. We'll make the Psychic Circus known everywhere. Morgana: Known for what? Ringmaster: Well? Clown: That new pair worry me. The girl that escaped had one of Flowerchild's earrings. Ringmaster: Have they found the girl? Clown: Not yet, but she can't have gone far. I'll search for her myself. Ringmaster: Yeah, you do that. Make sure you find her. Morgana: And Bellboy? Clown: Let's hope he's learned his lesson, shall we? We'd better get him back to work. Bellboy made them all. Bellboy can repair them. Morgana: But will he ever be able to... Whizzkid: Hello. This is the Psychic Circus, isn't it? Morgana: Yes, that's right. Whizzkid: Oh great! I've come halfway across the southern nebula to be here. I want to enter the talent contest. I know all about the Psychic Circus, you see. In fact, I'm your greatest fan. Cage Nord: I'll show you. Easy. Easy! The Doctor: It frightens you, doesn't it, Mags? Mags: Oh, he'll be fine. Just like the other one was. The Doctor: You saw what happened in there? Mags: So? The Doctor: Aren't you going to tell me about it? Mags: See for yourself! Captain: Don't bother Mags, Doctor, will you? You have to be careful with these rare specimens. The Doctor: What do you mean? Captain: You'll see. Workshop Ace: Look, I'm trying to help you, but you're not making it very easy. Can't you at least tell me what... Ace: Great. Don't tell them, will you? Clown: Learnt your lesson, eh, Bellboy? No more running away now. Good, because I've got some important repair work for you to do. The Conductor's been damaged. That girl must be somewhere. Big Top Ringmaster: A man of might is Nord. And now he'll go for broke by making all you laugh with his most favourite joke. Nord: Eh? What, do a gag? Like a joke? Yeah, well, I'm coming down like on the Psychic Circus tonight on the way... Cage The Doctor: Is this what you saw before? Mags: Not exactly, but just as bad. The Doctor: Would you let something like that happen to you? Mags: Would you? Ticket office Whizzkid: It must be awfully exciting working for the Psychic Circus, Morgana. Particularly when you did your tour of the Boreatic Wastes. I think that most of your admirers would agree with me that that was one of your finest ever gigs. Well, in so far as you can tell from the posters... Morgana: Would you like to be getting along inside? Whizzkid: You mean I can go in, just like that? Morgana: Yes. Go right now, please. Whizzkid: Oh wow! Cage Captain: Mags. Mags: What? Captain: It's not going to work. I remember when I was on the baleful plains of Grolon, I... Mags: I don't care. The Doctor: Ready? The Doctor: I believe I'm on first. Mags: No, I'm ahead of you. The Doctor: No, you're not. Mags: No, I am. The Doctor: I insist on going out first. Mags: Oh no, you don't. The Doctor: Oh yes, I do! Big Top Ringmaster: Now listen folks, we have a great new act. He's a real find, there's no doubt that's a fact. He'll entertain you, he'll make you stare, and our great new act is seated over there! Mom: I hope he's better than the last one. Dad: Couldn't be much worse. Girl: Mum, Mum. Mom: Shut up and eat your popcorn. Cage The Doctor: Look, I insist in going on first. Mags: I told you, I am. The Doctor: I am! The Doctor: Join the club. Captain? Captain: No thanks, old boy. I'll sit this one out. Goodbye, Mags. Mags: Bye, Captain. Outside the workshop Clown: That'll do. Take it back to the bus. Clown: Let me entertain you. Big Top Whizzkid: Well, I have to say it's a real thrill for me to be here at the Psychic Circus. I've collected all your posters, you know. Cage Ringmaster: Have you now? Whizzkid: From all your venues. And also I've got some very interesting... Backstage Ringmaster (O.C.): Oh Doctor, oh Doctor, have no fear. Calling the Doctor. There's no escape. Repeat, there is no escape. Mags: Won't they take no for an answer? The Doctor: No. Oh, we should have made straight away for the open air, I suppose. Mags: Look. The Doctor: How extraordinary. They're just like the stones in the Big Top. Fascinating. I wonder how long they've been here? Mags: Maybe they were always here. The Doctor: That thought had occurred to me. Let's investigate. Mags: Oh! Can you see it? The Doctor: See what? Mags: That moon sign. The Doctor: The moon? Why does it frighten you? Tell me. Mags: Don't ask. Just lets get out of here. Workshop Ace: Pasty face. Clown: Don't like clowns, eh? After some time in here, you'll tell me what I want to know. Ace: Is any one there? Come on, you don't scare me. Stone chamber Mags: It's weird. I don't understand. The Doctor: Oh, nasty little booby trap, that. That is, if it is a booby trap. Still, there's certainly no way forward. Mags: Is it a well? The Doctor: One way to find out. The Doctor: That eye, I've seen it before. Of course, it was on the kites at the entrance hall. Fascinating. Somehow, somewhere down there is the answer to all that's going on at the Psychic Circus. Captain: Ahem. Awfully sorry to butt in like this, old boy, but I'm afraid you're wanted. You're the next one due on in the ring.
{"type": "series", "show": "Doctor Who", "episode": "25x12 - The Greatest Show in the Galaxy - part 2"}
foreverdreaming
PART THREE Written by Stephen Wyatt Original air date: 28 December, 1988 Run time: 24:30 Stone chamber Mags: It's weird. I don't understand. The Doctor: Oh, nasty little booby trap, that. That is, if it is a booby trap. Still, there's certainly no way forward. Mags: Is it a well? The Doctor: One way to find out. The Doctor: That eye, I've seen it before. Of course, it was on the kites at the entrance hall. Fascinating. Somehow, somewhere down there is the answer to all that's going on at the Psychic Circus. Captain: Ahem. Awfully sorry to butt in like this, old boy, but I'm afraid you're wanted. You're the next one due on in the ring. Mags: Why did you bring them here? Captain: Survival of the fittest, old girl. Don't tell me you never came across that on the planet Vulpana? The Doctor: But we were on the edge of discovering the secret of the Psychic Circus. Doesn't that interest you at all? Captain: Frankly, no, old chap. Anyway, what's going on seems pretty clear to me. Anybody dumb enough to get into the ring gets k*lled. Workshop Ace: Just because I said I don't like them, doesn't mean I'm scared of clowns, okay? Got that, tinhead? I said, got that, tinhead? Bellboy: Oh, I'm sorry. That shouldn't have happened. I must have fallen asleep. Ace: We've met before. Don't you remember me? Outside the stone chamber Captain: Mags, now please. Not now. Not yet! Big Top Mom: I don't think much of this, Father. Dad: Nothing's happening, is it. Mom: Not that I can see. Girl: Mum, Mum! Mom: What is it? Girl: I'm bored. Dad: There's no point in going on, dear. We're all bored. Something has to happen soon. Backstage Captain: After all I've done for you, the Doctor gets away and you and I are going back to the guardroom. Mags: You were lucky. Captain: Yes, I suppose you're right. I'm still in one piece. You would have given us the full works. Still, the old team of Mags and the Captain stuck together as usual. As a matter of fact, it reminded me of that time of f*g, when the Architrave of Batgeld was showing me his early collection of Ganglion pottery... Ticket office The Doctor: Of course, of course. The Doctor: Things are beginning to get out of control quicker than I expected. Deadbeat: No, no. The Doctor: Fun for all the family? I don't know how they've got the nerve. Workshop Bellboy: Oh, my Flowerchild. They m*rder you with a robot I made. Ace: You're sure that's what happened? Bellboy: There can be no doubt. Every robot, every clown in the circus I made and maintained, for this. And even now they won't let me die. They need me. Ace: You mean you're the only one who knows how? Bellboy: Each of us, each of us in the circus, we all had one circus skill we learned, and mine was this. Ace: This control unit's brill. Bellboy: Have it. Ace: Really? Bellboy: Yes. It controls that, and the full scale version I made. Bellboy: Careful. That activates the laser eyes. It was to have been my masterpiece, but like everything else it was, it was abused and went wrong. We had such high ideals when we started. We shared everything and we enjoyed making people happy. If we had a problem we'd all just sit round and talk it through. Oh, we were so happy. At least, I think we were. Backstage The Doctor: Hello, Deadbeat. Fancy meeting you here. Small world, isn't it. It frightened you to see that eye, didn't it. It means the powers behind it are on the move again. Something happened to you here. You haven't always been like this. Did you try and find something out? Were you punished? Can you understand anything I'm saying? Well, there's one thing I do know, Deadbeat. You're not going to give me away to the others. Are you? Deadbeat: I wouldn't. I wouldn't. The Doctor: Lead on, Deadbeat. Big Top Dad: You know, I could get quite cross about this. Cage Whizzkid: Oh wow, is that Captain Cook, the famous intergalactic explorer and... Clown: Quiet. Where's the Doctor? Captain: He gave us the slip. Clown: He did what? Captain: He gave us the slip. A similar thing happened to me in the Bay of Paranoia on Golobus. Clown: I don't care what happened on Golobus. Captain: Your loss, old boy. Anyway, it was all her fault. Mags: Hang on a minute. Captain: I imagine you'll have to put her into the ring next as some sort of punishment. Clown: No. Captain: Oh, found someone else, have you? Clown: Yes. Captain: Really. May I enquire who? Clown: You. Whizzkid: Excuse me, but you are Captain Cook the famous intergalactic explorer. I've got maps at home showing all your journeys and a piece of one of your old shoes I bought in a souvenir shop... Captain: Will you leave me alone! Ticket office Ringmaster: Hey, hey, Morgana, Morgana. Hey, baby, you were long gone. Morgana: Look. It's here, now. Ringmaster: What do you mean? Morgana: What we found. What we serve. It'll always be here now, waiting for us to... Ringmaster: Don't come with all that now. Morgana: Don't pretend you don't see it! Ringmaster: Look, I've got an empty circus tent in there right now. I don't want to talk about anything else. Morgana: Well, send in another act. Ringmaster: I will, baby, just as soon as I can. Clown: The Doctor's escaped. Your idiot of a Captain failed us. Ringmaster: All right, send him in the ring. Clown: It's arranged already, but I'm more worried about the Doctor. He's dangerous. Ringmaster: Well, let's go find him, then. Clown: I'll go find him. You get back in the ring. Ringmaster: Hey, just a minute, man... Morgana: Quiet, both of you! Look, it's showing him to us. Ringmaster: But he's with Deadbeat. Clown: Then he must be stopped at once. Workshop Bellboy: Oh, the kites she made, beautiful kites, every colour of the rainbow. All different shapes and sizes. And they use them to watch us and trap us and keep us here. So they destroyed her work and then they destroyed her. Ace: It'll be all right, Bellboy. I'll get you out of here. Bellboy: Why should I want to get out of here? It's gone. The fun, freedom of being what you want to be, all of it. Don't you understand? Ace: Yes. Look, I'm sorry. We can't stay here forever, can we. I've got to find the Doctor for a start. Bellboy: They took everything that was bright and good about what we had, and buried it where it will never be found again. Ace: I don't understand. Who's they? Bellboy: The ones who run the circus. The ones you've met. There wasn't just them, there was some. There was. Bellboy: Flowerchild and, and Peacepipe, and Juniperberry, and, and Deadbeat. No, he wasn't Deadbeat then, he was er, he was, he was. It's gone. Ace: They're coming to take me to the ring, Bellboy. They may need you to repair the robots, but I'm just trouble. Making a bit of a mess of opening the door, aren't they? It can't be that difficult. Bellboy: Oh, maybe, maybe it is the end after all. Ace: Doctor! The Doctor: Deadbeat, I take it all back. You're absolutely right. Clowns can be creepy. Deadbeat: Sift the dreams in your mind. Bellboy: King. Deadbeat: You'll be amazed... Bellboy: Kingpin! That was your name. Kingpin. Cage Captain: So you've always been interested in the Psychic Circus, have you? Sit down. Whizzkid: Oh yes, of course. Captain: Ah. Whizzkid: I've never been able to visit it before now, but I've got all sorts of souvenirs. Copies of all the advertising satellites that have ever been sent out. All the posters. I had a long correspondence with one of the founder members too, soon after it started. Although I never got to see the early days, I know it's not as good as it used to be but I'm still terribly interested. Ringmaster: Two minutes, Captain. Captain: Thank you, Ringmaster. No doubt you dream of having the ultimate Psychic Circus experience as soon as possible. Whizzkid: Sorry? Captain: You ache for the moment when you can do your own act within that sawdust covered magic circle. Whizzkid: Oh, yes, of course. I mean, there's no real danger, is there, really. Captain: Only for those without resource or imagination or panache. I'm sure you have all those qualities. Whizzkid: Well, I really don't know. Captain: Come, come, dear boy, don't be so absurdly modest. Mags: Don't listen to him. Whizzkid: But this is one of my heroes, Captain Cook, the intergalactic space explorer. Captain: Exactly. And shall I tell you what I'm prepared to do for you as a special favour? Whizzkid: What? Captain: Postpone my brief moment of glory in the ring so that you may enjoy the unforgettable experience before me, far beyond the bouncing Upas trees of Boromeo or the singing squids of Anagonia. Whizzkid: Are you sure you can bear to let me go in first? Captain: It is a sacrifice I am prepared to make. Workshop Deadbeat: The dreams. Sift the dreams. When the mind's divided the body screams. Bellboy: Yes, some of it's coming back now. Not all of it. He was Kingpin. He was the one who persuaded us to come here. There was something he wanted, something he knew about. And we all trusted him, and... The Doctor: Something went wrong? Bellboy: Yes. Something went very wrong. It's this place, you see. It does things to you. The Doctor: And a friendly hippy circus was turned into a trap for k*lling people. Bellboy: Yes. Even our own kind. That was after Kingpin was no longer Kingpin. Something went. Something went with him and... The Doctor: And the well? Bellboy: What well? The Doctor: You don't know anything about a well with an eye peering out from inside? Bellboy: No. Ace: An eye, like the one of Flowerchild's, like the ones on the kites. Bellboy: No, not any more. Deadbeat: Don't look in the well. The eye gives you promises of heaven or hell. Ace: He's off, he's gone. I knew people like him in Perivale. The Doctor: Listen, Ace. Ace: What to? The Doctor: The answers. You know what happened, don't you, Deadbeat? Big Top Mom: At last. Ringmaster: Now welcome, folks. I'm sure you'd like to know we've got a brand new act for your circus show. Now welcome please with all the warmth you can, the Psychic Circus' greatest fan! Whizzkid: This is the most exciting day of my life. My dream come true. I'm standing in the ring of the Psychic Circus. Cage Mags: You've sent that poor boy out to his death. Captain: Nonsense. He may be a great success. Captain: So it just goes to show you never can be certain. Captain: As I said, survival of the fittest. Workshop The Doctor: Deadbeat, if we take you to the well, can you show us what it did? Ace: How do you know it's not all a con, Professor? The Doctor: Well, he brought me here to you and Bellboy. He must have done that for a purpose. Ace: Not if your brains are that scrambled. The Doctor: Ah, now there's something there, Ace. I saw it when he looked into the crystal ball. Ace: You're just an aging hippy, Professor. The Doctor: There might be something in that, yes. Anyway, we'd better be going. Bellboy? Bellboy: Er, no. Ace: Come on, Bellboy. Bellboy: No, I think the chief clown will be here after you and I could delay him for a while. I'd be pleased to make myself useful. Ace: But Bellboy? Bellboy: You still don't understand, do you. Everything I loved has gone. There's no point in living on to do work I hate. The Doctor: So be it, then, Bellboy. Come on, Deadbeat. Or should I call you Kingpin? We've got work to do. Ace: Bye now, Bellboy. All the best. Oh, and er, thanks for this. Outside the Workshop Bellboy: Bye, Ace. Goodbye, Kingpin, Doctor. Ticket office Morgana: The acts will keep on coming now, we promise, and no one will ever go near the bus again. Those who remain are your servants to do with as you wish. No, I never wanted to resist your power. Workshop Clown: Where are they? Bellboy: I don't know. I don't care. It's all destroyed, you know that. Oh, you were a wonderful clown once. Funny, inventive. Clown: Quiet. Bellboy: I'm not helping you any more, you see. Clown: Take care, Bellboy. Bellboy: Come on. Come on. Deal with me as you dealt with Flowerchild. Clown: You're crazy. Bellboy: Come on. Come on! Come on! Stone chamber Deadbeat: No. I can't do it. Ace: Come on, Kingpin. Nearly there. Hold on, please. The Doctor: Now, Kingpin, show us what you did when you first saw the eye. Ace: Great stuff, Kingpin. The Doctor: He must have used that medallion to summon the powers that lurk here. Ace: And it did this to him. The Doctor: Yes. Ace: I wish I had some Nitro Nine to lob down there. Hang about. The mirror here, it's an eye. The Doctor: Yes, that eye seems to plague us everywhere, only with the eyeball removed by someone or something. Ace: And hidden. The Doctor: In the bus. Ace: Where Flowerchild died trying to get it. Deadbeat: Shall be free. We shall be free. We shall be free. We shall be free. Cage Captain: Calm down, Mags. There'll be some more contestants along soon. We're doing very well. Mags: That poor boy. Captain: Us or him, Mags. And before you get too high and mighty, remember where you'd be without me. d*ad with a b*llet in you on the planet Vulpana. A silver b*llet. Mags: I know that, Captain, but you didn't do it for me, you did it for yourself. I only wish I knew what you were after. Captain: All in good time, Mags. All in good time. Stone chamber The Doctor: It's so tantalising. I'm so close to understanding it all and yet so far. Ace: So we'll have to get hold of that other bit of mirror. The Doctor: Exactly. Now, you take Kingpin back to the bus and find it, but be careful. Ace: Hang on a bit, Professor. This is all going a bit too fast for me. I'll fetch it, no problem, but what about you? The Doctor: I'm going back to the ring. Ace: Are you off your head? The Doctor: The Psychic Circus needs acts. If they've got me then perhaps they won't worry about you two for the moment. Ace: Sometimes I think it's you that's crazy, not Deadbeat here. The Doctor: Anybody remotely interesting is mad in someway or another. Big Top Dad: I don't know where they find these acts, do you, Mother? Mom: Never seem to get any better, do they, Father? Backstage The Doctor: I believe you've been looking for me. I'm wanted backstage. Cage The Doctor: Greetings, Captain Cook. Mags. You will be pleased to hear that the greatest act in the galaxy has returned to the fold. Captain: Jolly good show, Doctor. Mags: But Doctor, I helped you to escape. The Doctor: I know, Mags, and I haven't wasted the time you bought me. And I have returned with an idea. I suggest that this time we all three work together. Mags: Meaning? The Doctor: Up to now all the people in the cage have been played off against each other, and of course some people are cleverer at preserving themselves than others. Captain: Luck of the draw, old boy. The Doctor: Not entirely. What I'm proposing is that we all three go into the ring. Three for one and one for three. That should throw a very big hammer into the works. Mags: I'm with you, Doctor. And so's he. Captain: Now just a moment, Mags. Mags: Aren't you, Captain. Big Top Ringmaster: Now welcome, folks, not one act but three, to the Greatest Show in the Galaxy, the Galaxy, the Galaxy. Captain: Sorry, everyone. Thank you, ladies and gentlemen, but before we start I would like to make one small request from stage management. A special lighting effect. Mags: No. Captain: Could you perhaps give us that old devil moon effect. Mags: No! No! Captain: You really were extremely stupid this time, Doctor. I told you she was an unusual specimen. The growling, the snarling, reaction to the moon. Surely you should have guessed?
{"type": "series", "show": "Doctor Who", "episode": "25x13 - The Greatest Show in the Galaxy - part 3"}
foreverdreaming
PART FOUR Written by Stephen Wyatt Original air date: 04 January, 1989 Run time: 24:24 Big Top Mags: No. Captain: You really were extremely stupid this time, Doctor. I told you she was an unusual specimen. The growling, the snarling, reaction to the moon. Surely you should have guessed? Ringmaster: Captain! Captain: I hate it when this happens. She can't control herself, of course, and like all her kind she'll destroy whatever comes in her path. Which, I'm afraid, in this case has to be you. Captain: This circus is only the half of it, you see, old chap. These hippy fellows weren't quite so dumb as they look. Did you come here just for the fun of it? Well, some of them did, but they're all d*ad. Painted bus Conductor: Could I see your tickets, please. Big Top Captain: We experienced explorers know all about making the most of our discoveries. The powers here can be harnessed by those intrepid enough to grasp the opportunities. Myself, for instance. The Doctor: Those powers destroyed Deadbeat. Captain: Yes, but he was like you, Doctor, none too bright in the old self-interest stakes. Captain: Stop it, Mags. This werewolf is extremely dangerous. The Doctor: You're meddling with things you don't understand. Captain: No, Doctor, you are. Once you're out of the way, I shall make my deal with the powers that be, whoever they may be. Ticket office Morgana: She's taking Deadbeat to the bus. Clown: In that case, they're also taken care of. Big Top Captain: I remember once visiting the gold mines of Katakiki... The Doctor: Captain Cook! Captain: What? The Doctor: You're not only a scoundrel and a meddling fool, but you're also a crushing bore. Captain: I'm afraid you've really done it this time, old boy. Mags! Painted bus Deadbeat: Search, search, search for the truth. Search it out, search it now. In the bus Ace: This must be it. Painted bus Deadbeat: Search it now. Ace: Kingpin, I've found it! Big Top The Doctor: Mags! Mags! Do you hear me? Mags! The Doctor: Mags, when you're like this, this isn't in your nature, you have to destroy everything that crosses your path. I don't believe that. Mags! The Doctor: Mags! Mags! Wait, wait. I need your mercy, but you don't have to k*ll. Captain: Come on, Mags. You can trust me. You know that, don't you? Once he's out of the way we can split the proceeds. Do it for me, do it for your old pal the Captain. You know you'll enjoy it. I order you to. I order you to! The Doctor: No, Mags! No! Painted bus Deadbeat: Search, search, search for the truth. Search, search, search... Ace: You've got to try and help me, Kingpin. I can't get it open. Deadbeat: Search, search, search for the truth. Ace: What I'd give for my chemistry set now. Deadbeat: Search, search, search for the truth. Ace: Come on, Kingpin. Do try and concentrate a bit. Conductor: Tickets, please. Tickets, please. Conductor: Tickets, please. Conductor: Tickets, please. Ace: Kingpin! Please! Ace: Kingpin, do something! Deadbeat: I remember now! It's beneath the cap. Ace: What? Deadbeat: Knock its cap off! Ace: Now what? Deadbeat: Bellboy put a button that said Request Stop. Press it! Ace: What? Deadbeat: Press the button! Deadbeat: Now stand back. Ace: What? Deadbeat: Stand back, quick. Deadbeat: No! Get away! Quick! Ace: Now we're getting somewhere. You really are Kingpin, aren't you. Deadbeat: Yes, thankfully. But no one's safe until we get this back to the Doctor. Big Top The Doctor: Come on, Mags. We've got to run away, now. Dad: We want more. The Doctor: Mags! Ringmaster: Er, another act's coming soon, folks. You can believe me. Girl: Another act now. Dad: We want more. Mom: We need more. Morgana: You haven't played fair with me. Ringmaster: Listen, we've done everything we're supposed to do, right? Morgana: I had my doubts, but I came through in the end. Ringmaster: There are going to be other visitors. Girl: We need more. Dad: You have no one left to give. Mom: Except yourselves. Ringmaster: No! Morgana: Please, more acts are on the way, I promise you. Backstage The Doctor: Something dreadful's happening in the ring. Things are getting out of control quicker than I expected. Dad (O.C.): Calling the Doctor. Calling the Doctor. The Doctor: Nothing will satisfy them but my presence. Mags: I'm coming back in there with you. The Doctor: No. You must run and get Ace and Deadbeat. The Doctor: I must prepare for my entrance. Never keep your audience waiting. Ticket office The Doctor: I'm coming. Open a pathway for me. Once small step for mankind, one great leap, or words to that effect. Arena The Doctor: And here we all are at last. I'm surprised you brought me here. It must be very difficult for you, trying to exist concurrently in two different time spaces. I know the problem myself. No wonder those memorial stones looked familiar. The Gods of Ragnarok, I presume. By the snack stall Stallholder: Don't you frighten my horse like that, you hippie weirdo. Stallholder: Shut up, circus riff-raff. You don't own this planet, you know. Arena The Doctor: How many people have you destroyed, I wonder, before Kingpin was lured down here. Poor Kingpin. That's what you like, isn't it. Taking someone with a touch of individuality and imagination, and wearing them down to nothingness in your service. Dad: Enough. Mom: You have said enough. The Doctor: Enough? I've hardly started. I have fought the Gods of Ragnarok all through time. Dad: You are in our true time space now, Doctor. There is no appeal beyond its confines to any other. The Doctor: Don't tell me what you want me to do. Let me guess. Now let me see. You want me to... Dad: Entertain us. Mom: Entertain us. Dad: Or die. So long as you entertain us, you may live. Mom: When you no longer entertain us, you die. The Doctor: Predictable as ever, Gods of Ragnarok. As I think it's been said before, or was it after? Anyway, you ain't seen nothin' yet. Segonax Ace: Hey, Mags! Where's the Doctor? Mags: Back at the circus. Ace: So you're on your own now? Mags: Not exactly. Look. Mags: That's what they're after. Deadbeat: Oh, I might have guessed. Ace: So how do we get it back to the Doctor? Oh, dumbo! Not you two, me. I've got an idea. Come on! Mags: Wrong way! Ace: Not for this. Come on, Kingpin! Arena The Doctor: Thank you very much, ladies and gentlemen, for that overwhelming reception. And now, I would like to begin like life, at the beginning. But how did life begin? Was it with a chicken or was it with... Dad: What? Mom: Don't try our patience. Dad: Don't play games. The Doctor: You're not interested in beginnings. You're only interested in endings. Campsite Mags: Oh no, not that thing again. Come on. Deadbeat: Dumbo. Bellboy's robot. Ace: d*ad right, Kingpin. Clown: Bellboy's greatest mistake. What a place to choose. You may have the Eye again, Deadbeat, but you won't use it. You know that. You're not strong enough! You weren't before. Deadbeat: At least I tried. You just gave in. Clown: Yes, and I shall get my reward. Last chance, Deadbeat. We really believed in all that talk of peace and love... Ace: This thing had better work, or I'll kick its head in. Mags: For a moment I thought you weren't going to be able to make it stop. Ace: Funny you should say that. Deadbeat: He used to be a great clown. Ace: I've never liked clowns. Arena The Doctor: What, no complaints? No arguments? No thunderbolts? Dad: No, Doctor. Mom: We're not concerned that you're playing for time. Dad: We have a saying. The Doctor: Let me guess. Give yourself enough rope and you hang yourself. Campsite Ace: Kingpin. Deadbeat: I only hope we make it in time. The Doctor's stronger than I ever was, but even he can't hold out against them forever. Ace: He'll have a good s*ab at it, though. Arena Dad: You are nearing the end, Doctor. The Doctor: A piece of rope has two ends, Father Ragnarok. Mom: Feel the rain, Doctor. Dad: Feel the chill in your bones. By the Ticket Office Deadbeat: Ace, quick! Come on! Arena Dad: Doctor. The Doctor: Yes? Dad: You are trifling with us. The Doctor: Really? I thought I was entertaining you. Dad: You are on the brink of destruction, Doctor. We want something bigger, something better. The Doctor: Do you now? Big Top Ace: The Doctor must be here somewhere. Deadbeat: Well, he may already be in the Dark Circus with the Gods. If so, there's only one way we can reach him. Mags: The stone chamber. Ace: And the medallion? Deadbeat: Yeah. We must be careful. They're bound to sense its presence. Arena The Doctor: Do I have your full attention? Ticket Office Deadbeat: You do realise that they'll try anything to stop us? Ace: Yes. Let's go. Arena The Doctor: The climax of my act, Gods of Ragnarok, requires something you do not possess in great abundance. That is, imagination. And it starts with a piece of metal. This piece of metal once belonged to a sword, and that sword belonged to a gladiator. The Doctor: And that gladiator fought and died in this ring to entertain you. Stone chamber Ace: Go for it, Kingpin. Mags: Kingpin, please. Ace: Well, one of us had better try. Captain: Perhaps I might relieve you of that. Mags: Captain, I thought you were d*ad. Captain: I am, my dear. I am. Arena The Doctor: I have fed you enough, Gods of Ragnarok, and you found what I have to offer indigestible. So I have taken myself off the menu. La comedia e finita. Dad: We command you. Mom: You cannot stop. The Doctor: I already have. Dad: Then you will die. The Doctor: Probably not. It's all a matter of timing, don't you know. Stone chamber Ace: Oi, sarcophagus face! Deadbeat: Quick. Captain: You know, when I was on the planet Periboea, I met someone who walks around when he was already d*ad. I must say, as an experience I'd say it was very overrated. Ticket office Deadbeat: Look. Get down! Segonax Stallholder: It's what I've always said. No consideration for those of us that live here. Outside the Circus The Doctor: Enjoying the show, Ace? Ace: Yeah. It was your show all along, wasn't it? Mags: The Captain really is finished now, isn't he? The Doctor: Yes. But you're just about to start. Deadbeat: Doctor, I've been thinking. The Doctor: What better way for a circus to begin than with a wonderful new act. Ace: Yeah, weird and wonderful. Nice one, Professor. You'll knock them d*ad. Mags: That's just what I'm afraid of. What if I can't control it? The Doctor: Oh, you can, Mags. You already have. Deadbeat: What about it, Doctor? You and Ace. Join Kingpin's new circus and travel the galaxy with us. The Doctor: Thank you, Kingpin, but I'm afraid we've got other galaxies to travel. And besides, I find circuses a little sinister.
{"type": "series", "show": "Doctor Who", "episode": "25x14 - The Greatest Show in the Galaxy - part 4"}
foreverdreaming
PART ONE Written by Ben Aaronovitch Original air date: 06 September, 1989 Run time: 24:06 1. Garden Centre (An oldish, grey-haired man walks past carrying two plants. He is with a woman about his age.) DORIS: Alistair, Alistair? BRIGADIER: Mmm? DORIS: What about this one? (She indicates one of the plants.) BRIGADIER: Oh fine, if you like it Doris. DORIS: Oh, show some enthusiasm. It'd look great by one of our rosalier beds. What do you think? BRIGADIER: Yes. I'll plant it when we get home. DORIS: Oh, thank you. BRIGADIER: The exercise will do me good. Now where's that salesman got to. Typical lack of efficiency. DORIS: Back in your soldier days you just had to give an order and stand back. BRIGADIER: Of course. Sergeant Benton. Tree planting party at the double! DORIS: Sir! (A lady walks by.) DORIS: You don't regret it, do you? BRIGADIER: What, giving up teaching? DORIS: No, leaving United Nations Intelligence Taskforce! BRIGADIER: No. My blood and thunder days are long past. 2. Spaceship in lake (Glowing brightly in the mist, a sword with a flashing light at the end rests untouched.) 3. Bird's eye view of lake side (Two cars drive by and an army van. They stop by the side of a lake.) SOLDIER: Come in Salamander, Over! (There is nothing but buzzing coming out of the radio.) SOLDIER: Come in Salamander 6 0 over! VOICE: (Very quiet) Salamander 6 0 reaching you from section 1. SOLDIER: Stand by 6 0. Brigadier, I've made contact with Lieutenant Richards. Lieutenant, the Brigadier is coming now. (BRIGADIER BAMBERA can be seen in the side mirror of the vehicle. She walks up and grabs the telephone.) BRIGADIER BAMBERA: Salamander 6 0, please clarify your situation, over. VOICE: (a lot of buzzing.) Over. BRIGADIER BAMBERA: Salamander 6 0, you're breaking up. (More buzzing.) BRIGADIER BAMBERA: Salamander, do you copy? Get that vehicle on the road as soon as possible. (She walks round and gets into the car.) SOLDIER: They're gone. BRIGADIER BAMBERA: Must be the storm. SOLDIER: I don't like this weather. (He starts the car.) 4. Spaceship in lake (The sword continues to flash with light. A purple glow is shining on the object from the roof. Near the sword, a crystal ball shines and a faded picture of a ginger-haired lady in a crown appears.) MORGAINE: At last he is revealed to us. (The sphere changes to a picture of a storm.) 5. TARDIS Console room (It is dark. The DOCTOR leans over the console fiddling with switches.) ACE: Professor? Why is it dark in here? DOCTOR: Be quiet, Ace. I'm working. (She puts her hands on her hips.) ACE: Oh, is that why it's dark? DOCTOR: (Sighs) Yes! (Suddenly, a burst of beeping sounds come from the console.) ACE: What's that noise? DOCTOR: A cry in the dark. ACE: A distress signal. DOCTOR: A cry for help. Perhaps a summoning. ACE: Where is it coming from? DOCTOR: Earth. Rippling out through the cosmos, forwards in time, backwards in time and sideways in time. ACE: Sideways in time? DOCTOR: Yes, sideways in time. Across the boundaries that divide one universe from another. ACE: Weird. This cry, who's it for? DOCTOR: For? I don't know. ACE: Perhaps if we went there... (She bends down.) ACE: Where's it coming from again? DOCTOR: Earth. A few years in your future. ACE: It's giving me the creeps. What does it mean? DOCTOR: We'll know in a moment. Once we've deciphered it. (He runs around the console, pushing ACE out of the way. A strange sound can be heard from the communicator.) ACE: Whatever it is, I don't think we want to go there. DOCTOR: Too late. We've already arrived. 6. Spaceship in Lake (The Sword continues to shine brightly.) 7. Road (The jeep is moving down the road. BRIGADIER BAMBERA and a UNIT SOLDIER sit inside.) BRIGADIER BAMBERA: Salamander 6 0. This is seabird. Are you receiving me, over. (The SOLDIER notices the DOCTOR and ACE standing patiently by the side of the road.) SOLDIER: Brigadier, hitchhikers. BRIGADIER BAMBERA: Oh shame. (The jeep drives past.) ACE: Don't stop then! I don't care! (As the vehicle disappears down the road another car drives up.) DOCTOR: I don't think they'll stop either. ACE: Don't be such a pessimist, Professor. (The car pulls over. Inside sits a middle-aged man with a hat, PETER WARMSLY.) WARMSLY: Where are you heading? (The DOCTOR looks at a device in his hand.) DOCTOR: North east. WARMSLY: Right, climb aboard. Come to see the dig have you? ACE: An archaeological dig? WARMSLY: Yes, sorry. Haven't introduced myself. (WARMSLY shakes hands with the DOCTOR and ACE.) WARMSLY: I'm Peter Warmsly. I'm the manager of the Carbury Trust Conservation Area. ACE: I'm Ace and this is the Doctor. WARMSLY: The digs a matter of fact are a hobby. A b*ttlefield. 8. Space - above the Earth (A figure flies towards Earth leaving a trail of blue light flowing behind him...) 9. Inside Peter Warmsly's car PETER: I hate that sound, don't you. I lie there at night thinking... DOCTOR: It might be the beginning of something terrible. 10. Side of a small mound (The flying figure lands head first in the ground making a large expl*si*n.) 11. Inside Peter Warmsly's car ACE: What was that? PETER: The military use the area as a f*ring range. Never understood why. DOCTOR: bl*wing the occasional chunk out of the earth keeps them amused. ACE: It didn't sound like a shell. 12. Side of a small mound (A figure in futuristic space amour rises up from the ground. Its head is hidden by a helmet.) 13. Nearby (The army jeep drives up. BRIGADIER BAMBERA gets out and looks through some binoculars. There are several military trucks with soldiers running round.) BRIGADIER BAMBERA: Oh, very good. Why not drive the m*ssile into the lake! (She gets back into the car and drives off. Afterwards, PETER WARMSLY's car drives up and the DOCTOR gets out. They see the Soldiers below them. PETER WARMSLY looks concerned and drives off in a hurry. The DOCTOR puts his finger in his mouth.) ACE: Professor? (The DOCTOR starts fiddling with a device. It bleeps.) DOCTOR: Yes. The transmission is definitely coming from over there. (ACE grabs his shoulder.) ACE: Professor! (The device in his hands bleeps continuously.) ACE: A m*ssile convoy. DOCTOR: A nuclear m*ssile convoy. ACE: How do you know? DOCTOR: It has a graveyard stench. 14. Space - above the Earth (Two other figures zoom towards the earth.) 15. Camp (PETER WARMSLY is talking to a soldier on guard.) PETER: Warmsly's the name and I demand to speak to someone in authority. 16. Side of truck (BRIGADIER BAMBERA and a SOLDIER look up as a whooshing sound comes from overhead.) BRIGADIER BAMBERA: What was that? ZBRIGNIEV: A jet? BRIGADIER BAMBERA: No, not this far south. Raise division. Get them to check flight paths. SOLDIER: I'm sorry sir but we cannot get a signal out. BRIGADIER BAMBERA: Well see what you can do Zbrigniev. All this noise is making me nervous. (A soldier walks up, ZBRIGNIEV.) SOLDIER: There's a Mr. Warmsly who wants to speak to an officer. BRIGADIER BAMBERA: You speak to him Zbrigniev. I've got enough troubles. 17. Barrier (The DOCTOR and ACE duck under the barrier. There is another expl*si*n.) ACE: Didn't sound like a shell. More like rockets. DOCTOR: Yes. (He pulls her behind a truck as officers run past.) DOCTOR: What we need is something to help us. (He starts rummaging through his pockets, giving all the contents to ACE.) DOCTOR: Ah yes! (The DOCTOR takes off his hat.) DOCTOR: Of course. Never thought I'd need these again. (He gives her a pass.) DOCTOR: This should remove the obstacles. ACE: Who's Elizabeth Shaw? I don't even look like her. DOCTOR: Oh, never mind. Just think like a physicist. (He picks up all his jumble and walks off.) 18. Hill top (The armoured creature walks down the muddy hill. It stops and changes direction.) 19. UNIT Control Room (The DOCTOR is staring at some dials.) DOCTOR: Now, what seems to be the problem? BRIGADIER BAMBERA: Excuse me. DOCTOR: Well, you've had an expl*si*n in your electronics, haven't you? ACE: And a magnetic pulse effect. BRIGADIER BAMBERA: Make yourself at home. DOCTOR: Caused by? ACE: A nuclear expl*si*n usually. BRIGADIER BAMBERA: I think I would have noticed a nuclear expl*si*n. DOCTOR: Well they are conspicuous. ACE: If there was no nuke, where did the energy pulse come from? DOCTOR: Exactly. BRIGADIER BAMBERA: All system failures are a result of a minor technical difficulty. I don't know where you got these from but I intend to find out. (BRIGADIER BAMBERA holds up the passes.) BRIGADIER BAMBERA: Show these to out. DOCTOR: I'd just like to say a few things. BRIGADIER BAMBERA: Go on then. DOCTOR: Yeti, Autons, Daleks, Cybermen and Silurians. (The DOCTOR and ACE walk out the back of the van.) ACE: That was five things. DOCTOR: She didn't even notice. Amongst the wonders of the universe there's nothing so firmly clamped shut as the military mind. 20. UNIT Control Room BRIGADIER BAMBERA: Well done, Zbrigniev. Two civilians waltz up with an antiquated pass card and you let them in. Why? ZBRIGNIEV: Sir. BRIGADIER BAMBERA: You know something. What is it? ZBRIGNIEV: Off the record, Sir. BRIGADIER BAMBERA: Off the record? ZBRIGNIEV: When I served under Lethbridge-Stewart we had a scientific advisor called The Doctor. BRIGADIER BAMBERA: The man outside. ZBRIGNIEV: No, but... BRIGADIER BAMBERA: But? ZBRIGNIEV: He changed several times. BRIGADIER BAMBERA: A disguise. ZBRIGNIEV: No Sir. The word was he changed his whole appearance. BRIGADIER BAMBERA: His whole appearance. ZBRIGNIEV: And his personality. BRIGADIER BAMBERA: How could he be the same man if his appearance and personality had changed? ZBRIGNIEV: I don't know Sir. BRIGADIER BAMBERA: What do you know Zbrigniev? ZBRIGNIEV: Well, whenever this Doctor turns up.. BRIGADIER BAMBERA: Yes? ZBRIGNIEV: All hell breaks loose. 21. Brigadier Lethbridge-Stewart's garden (The BRIGADIER is planting his flowers when the phone rings. His wife, DORIS picks it up.) DORIS: Alistair! Telephone for you. BRIGADIER: Who is it? DORIS: (To caller.) Hello. Hello. Can you tell me who's speaking? OK. Fine. (To BRIGADIER.) Geneva. BRIGADIER: Oh probably another peace conference. Tell them I've retired. Tell them I'd decided to fade away. DORIS: (To caller.) I'm terribly sorry. I'm afraid he's unavailable. Yes I will. Thank you. Bye bye. (To BRIGADIER.) That was the secretary general. BRIGADIER: Doris. I don't care if it was the king. I've retired. DORIS: They said something about the Doctor being back. Alistair, who's the Doctor? (He gets up.) 22. Woods (A metal-looking gloved hand reaches towards the TARDIS. It is the knight who landed on Earth. A car comes up the road and it hides behind the Police Box.) 23. Car (BRIGADIER BAMBERA is driving. ACE is leant forward.) DOCTOR: We could have walked to the hotel. BRIGADIER BAMBERA: No problem. I thought you'd like to see Vorticons Lake. DOCTOR: Vorticon. Interesting name. BRIGADIER BAMBERA: Yeah, fascinating. DOCTOR: What's your name, by the way? BRIGADIER BAMBERA: Brigadier Winifred Bambera. ACE: Winifred? DOCTOR: There are many secrets in names. Vorticon. It's old British for high king. ACE: Your convoy's stranded by the lake of the high king. (The car passes the large lake.) 24. Woods (The gloved hand passes over a sign saying 'MOD f*ring Range. KEEP OUT.' He stands up.) 25. Gore Crow Hotel (outside) (The BRIGADIER's car drives up through the gate. They all get out. A young girl comes to meet them. She smiles as the DOCTOR takes his hat off to her, but ACE pushes him into the hotel.) 26. Hotel Bar (An old woman is reading a book in the corner. She looks up as the DOCTOR and ACE walk in. The Owner, PAT ROWLINSON, speaks.) PAT ROWLINSON: Can I help you? DOCTOR: Yes. I'd like to book a room for me and my young friend here. PAT ROWLINSON: Yes Sir. Long journey? DOCTOR: Yes. Quite a distance as it happens. PAT ROWLINSON: Then you'll be having a drink? ACE: Yes please! DOCTOR: Why not. What do you have? PAT ROWLINSON: What we have, Sir, is possibly the finest beer in the area, even if I do say so myself. Perhaps in the country. DOCTOR: Really? SHOU YUING: He makes it himself in a converted barn at the end of the garden. PAT ROWLINSON: It's in the CAMRA guide. We call it Arthur's ale. SHOU YUING: Vodka and coke Pat. DOCTOR: A glass of water, Ace? ACE: Oh, vodka and coke... DOCTOR: Ace... ACE: Lemonade please. SHOU YUING: (Whispering) Good choice. ACE: Lemonade? SHOU YUING: Anything but the beer. (The DOCTOR pushes past them.) DOCTOR: Hello, I'm The Doctor, and this is.... SHOU YUING: Ace. PAT ROWLINSON: Here we are Sir. Five pounds please. ACE: Five pounds! DOCTOR: Remember, we are in the future. (The DOCTOR tips a pile of coins out of his pocket.) DOCTOR: Ah. There we are. A five pound piece. (He picks up a bug-like creature.) DOCTOR: Do you mind? It's a very valuable piece of coinage. 27. Forest (Three KNIGHTS are walking through with small g*n.) 28. Road (The BRIGADIER's car comes past. They pass the TARDIS.) ZBRIGNIEV: Alert. If The Doctor is involved, look for a Police Telephone Box. BRIGADIER BAMBERA: Look out for what? (She breaks and reverses.) BRIGADIER BAMBERA: Oh shame! (The BRIGADIER takes out her g*n and goes round the side of the TARDIS very slowly. There is a sound and she looks around. A Knight stands behind her holding a g*n. Then three similar looking creatures f*re at it. There is an expl*si*n and BRIGADIER BAMBERA is knocked backwards. She gets up and sh**t. Two Knights get out their swords and start to fight. The BRIGADIER continues to sh**t but nothing happens.) 29. Hotel Bar SHOU YUING: So you've met Peter. DOCTOR: Yes. SHOU YUING: He's got this thing about King Arthur. Digs things up by the lake. DOCTOR: Well he is an archaeologist. SHOU YUING: Can't see it myself with all that patient scraping about. I have the urge to bung half a kilo of TNT down the hole and blow it all up! ACE: Now you're talking! DOCTOR: The point of archaeology is to carefully recover the past - not disintegrate it. SHOU YUING: Wouldn't make much difference. The only half decent thing he's found is that scabbard. (They all look round at an object hanging on the wall. The DOCTOR walks over to it.) ACE: You could try something with more brisance. SHOU YUING: More brisance? Then try nitrotoglareen. Like what? DOCTOR: How remarkable! (He examines the strange object as ACE and SHOU YUING walk past.) ACE: We'd better go outside. SHOU YUING: Why? ACE: He gets upset when I talk about expl*sives. ELIZABETH: Interesting, isn't it? DOCTOR: Yes. ELIZABETH: I wish I could see what it looks like. I can feel its presence sometimes. Touch it. (The DOCTOR touches it.) DOCTOR: Ahh. It's hot. (He touches it again.) DOCTOR: Now it's cold. ELIZABETH: Every so often I get the strangest feeling about it. DOCTOR: What kind of feeling. ELIZABETH: Oh, like it's waiting for something. Stupid really. DOCTOR: Waiting for something; or someone. 30. Road (The two knights run off. The BRIGADIER walks from behind the TARDIS. She sees one of the car's tyres on f*re.) BRIGADIER BAMBERA: Oh shame. 31. Brigadier Lethbridge-Stewart's Garden (The BRIGADIER walks towards DORIS wearing his old UNIT uniform and holding a briefcase. He puts the briefcase on a table and opens it. ) BRIGADIER: I'm surprised it still fits. DORIS: I should have thrown it out when I had the chance. (The BRIGADIER picks up his g*n.) DORIS: And that to. You should have said no. BRIGADIER: I could have Doris, but it's my duty. DORIS: This isn't duty. Does this....I....mean so little to you? BRIGADIER: I will be coming back. DORIS: You don't need to go. You don't need to carry on playing soldier any more. BRIGADIER: I'm not playing. 32. Forest (The Knights are coming back with another big g*n. There are two of them.) 33. Crystal Ball MORGAINE: There is the enemy. k*ll him. 34. Forest (The Knights start sh**ting at each other. One sh**t a tree and it blows up and falls over.) 35. Drive to hotel (The jeep pulls up. PETER WARMSLY gets up, slams the door and walks into the hotel.) 36. Hotel Bar WARMSLY: Elizabeth. I need to use your phone. The one in my car isn't working. (To telephone.) Yes. Call external. Carburick. DOCTOR: Mr Warmsly. Just the person. PETER: There's a convoy just down there by the lake with a nuclear m*ssile in. (To phone.) Yes....off. DOCTOR: Could you tell me about the scabbard? (WARMSLY turns round.) DOCTOR: The scabbard. Where did you find it? WARMSLY: Here locally. Why? DOCTOR: The scabbard's worth ten of the sword. WARMSLY: Said Merlin. Yeah. Careful with it. It was found near by the lake. DOCTOR: What period? WARMSLY: Does it matter? 18th Century AD. DOCTOR: No. No, it's been around longer than that. WARMSLY: Waiting for what? 37. Crystal Ball MORGAINE: Waiting for me! 38. Brigadier Lethbridge-Stewart's Garden (A helicopter flies down and lands on the BRIGADIER's garden. DORIS comes out.) DORIS: Alistair. I've found this. Have you forgotten it? BRIGADIER: Well thank you. DORIS: You will be careful. BRIGADIER: Of course I'll be careful. I'll sort all this out then come home. (They kiss.) 39. Hotel - back ACE: (To SHOU YUING) So, we're back in the school corridor by now and Mrs Parkinson tells me to put what she thinks is school Plasticine back in the art rooms. SHOU YUING: So what did you do? 40. Forest (One of the Knights takes out a small b*mb. He pulls the ring at the top.) 41. Hotel - back ACE: I chucked it over my shoulder! (She demonstrates.) ACE: Just like that! 42. Forest (The Knight throws the b*mb.) 43. Hotel - back ACE: It landed right in the middle of Class One's pottery pig competitions! 44. Forest (The b*mb bleeps.) 45. Hotel - back ACE: And boom! (She thumps the table.) SHOU YUING: Boom! 46. Forest (The b*mb explodes. Through the air flies an enemy Knight from the blast.) 47. Hotel - back SHOU YUING: It's h*t the brewery. (There is a large hole in the slate roof of the building.) ACE: We'd better get the Doctor. (At that moment the DOCTOR walks out.) DOCTOR: Good idea. Did you see it? ACE: Yeah. It looked like a bloke. DOCTOR: A bloke, flying through the air. SHOU YUING: And into a wall. 48. Outside brewery (The group walk up to the wall.) DOCTOR: You two, stay out here. ACE: Be serious, Professor. SHOU YUING: What's going on? ACE: You'd better ask the Professor. SHOU YUING: What's going on? (The DOCTOR opens the Brewery door. They all follow him inside.) 49. Inside Brewery ACE: Doctor? DOCTOR: Yes? ACE: I can't see anything. SHOU YUING: What was that? (The light comes on. There is a knight lying slumped by one of the walls.) ACE: Is it an android? (The DOCTOR touches the body with the end of his umbrella and then with his hand.) DOCTOR: No. It's a human. (The DOCTOR takes its helmet off. There is a young man behind it.) ANCELYN: Merlin. Against all hope... 50. Brigadier Lethbridge-Stewart's Garden (The BRIGADIER runs towards the helicopter and gets in. DORIS watches as it takes off and flies away.) 51. Brewery ACE: You got it wrong mate. This is the Doctor. ANCELYN: He has many faces, but in my reckoning, he is Merlin. DOCTOR: You recognise my face, then? ANCELYN: No, it is not your aspect, but your manner that betrays you. Do you not ride the ship of time? Does it not deceive the senses by being larger within than out? Come, Merlin, cease these games and tell me truly, is this the time? DOCTOR: What time? ANCELYN: Thou dost not know? Truly? ACE: Do you think he would be asking if he did, tin head. ANCELYN: Why, the time of Excalibur's call. The time of restitution. The time when Arthur rises to lead the Britains to w*r. DOCTOR: Vortican's lake. Of course. Can you walk? (The DOCTOR helps ANCELYN up. ACE picks up his sword.) SHOU YUING: Can someone answer a simple question? ACE: What's wrong, Doctor? SHOU YUING: What on Earth's going on? DOCTOR: If my hunch is right, the Earth could be at the centre of a w*r that doesn't even belong to this dimension. (BRIGADIER BAMBERA rushes in.) BRIGADIER BAMBERA: Freeze. Everyone stand nice and easy. DOCTOR: Listen, Winifred. We've got somewhere to go, so please get out of our way urgently. BRIGADIER BAMBERA: Get back. (She points her g*n at him.) BRIGADIER BAMBERA: You are all under arrest. You and your freaky friends. ACE: Who are you calling freaky? DOCTOR: I can sort this out if I can just explain. (A blast from the wall knocks them back. One of the enemy Knights walk in.) KNIGHT LEADER: (To other Knights.) k*ll them. k*ll them now.
{"type": "series", "show": "Doctor Who", "episode": "26x01 - b*ttlefield - part 1"}
foreverdreaming
PART TWO Written by Ben Aaronovitch Original air date: 13 September, 1989 Run time: 24:07 Brewery Ancelyn: Merlin, cease these games and tell me truly, is this the time? The Doctor: Time for what? Ancelyn: Thou dost not know? Truly? Ace: Do you think he'd be asking if he did, tin head? Ancelyn: Why, the answer to Excalibur's call. The time of restitution. The time when Arthur rises to lead the Britons to w*r. The Doctor: Vortigern's Lake, of course. Can you walk? Shou: Can someone answer a simple question? Ace: What's wrong, Doctor? Shou: Can someone tell me what on Earth is going on? The Doctor: Well, if my hunch is right, the Earth could be at the centre of a w*r that doesn't even belong to this dimension. Bambera: Freeze! Everyone stand nice and easy. The Doctor: Listen, Winifred. We've got to be somewhere urgently, so please get out of the way. Bambera: You're all under arrest. You and your freaky friends. Ace: Who are you calling freaky? The Doctor: I can sort this out. Look, if I can just explain. Mordred: k*ll them! k*ll them now. Bambera: I'm an armed military officer. You are under arrest. Lay your w*apon down and put your hands in the air. The Doctor: Winifred, this is not the way. Bambera: Put the g*n down! The Doctor: Listen, now that we're all here, let me introduce myself. I am the Doctor and this is... Ancelyn: Mordred. Mordred: Ancelyn. Fitting that you should die amongst peasants. Ancelyn: Look again, Mordred. The Doctor: Do you recognise me? Mordred: Merlin! Ace: Not again. Mordred: You were bound. My mother sealed you into the ice caves for all eternity. The Doctor: I am the master of time. I cannot be bound so easily. Mordred: Master of lies. Ancelyn: Beware your tongue, Mordred. Have you so easily forgotten Baden, hmm? The way he cast down your mother with his mighty arts. The Doctor: Yes, remember Baden and my mighty arts. Do you think I would use mere trickery against someone as formidable as you? Go, before I unleash a terrible something on you. Ancelyn: Go, Mordred, while you still live. Mordred: There will be a reckoning, Ancelyn. I have sworn it. As for you, Merlin, my mother has waited twelve centuries to face you. You will bow down before her this time. Ace: Who was he? The Doctor: That was Mordred, and his mother is Morgaine, a mighty sorceress. Shou: You know these guys then? The Doctor: Never met them before. Helicopter Lavel: ATC Docklands, this Uniform November niner zero. Request clearance for London Central. Over. Thank you, Docklands. Over. We are clear all the way to London, sir. Brigadier: Right, I want an exclusion zone around the whole of the Carbury area, extending for one mile. One and a half kilometres outside the limit of radio jamming. Lavel: I'm sorry, sir, but the bulk of the European UNIT commitment is handling the Azanian ceasefire. Brigadier: Well, who's left? Lavel: The Czech engineering group. Flood relief in the low countries. They can be at the site by tomorrow. Brigadier: Put it into motion. Lavel: Sir. Brigadier: Oh, and Lavel? Lavel: Sir? Brigadier: The officer who requested the information on the Doctor, this Brigadier Bambera. Good man, is he? Hotel grounds The Doctor: Brigadier Bambera, if we're going to work together, you've got to stop sh**ting at everything that moves. Bambera: Not you. I want to talk to you. Ancelyn: I am Ancelyn ap Gwalchmai, Knight General of the Britons. I do not talk to peasants. Bambera: You'll talk to me. Ace: Professor! The Doctor: Oh, ignore them. They're just establishing their credentials. Ace: They've got a funny way of doing it. The Doctor: Don't worry about them. Shou: What should we worry about? The Doctor: Sorcery. Castle Mordred: Here is the convocation. This we make the meeting place. The point between two worlds. Mordred: Two universes. Two realities. Gore Crow Hotel The Doctor: No one's to go outside. Elizabeth: I heard g*n earlier. The Doctor: Exactly. Pat: Why not? The Doctor: There are things out there in the dark you wouldn't want to meet. Warmsly: What was that? Bambera: Come on, move it, will you. Get in. Brigadier Bambera. The Doctor: What happened to you? Ancelyn: She vanquished me, and I threw myself on her mercy. Bambera: As of now, I'm in charge. Everyone remain calm. We'll soon have everything under control. The Doctor: I doubt that. Castle Mordred: By this sword, brother to Excalibur, I part the curtain of night. Gore Crow Hotel Warmsly: What's that noise? Pat: What noise? Warmsly: That noise! The Doctor: Which way does that wall face? Warmsly: Excuse me, but three inches to the left... Pat: North, towards the lake. Helicopter Atc (O.C.): Docklands ATC to Uniform November niner zero. Clear for final approach. Over. Lavel: Roger, Docklands ATC. Commencing approach now. We'll be landing in London shortly, sir. Castle Mordred: Across the abyss, life calls to life, biomass to biomass, energy to energy. To Avallion I summon thee from beyond the confines of this universe. Gore Crow Hotel Bambera: Another storm. Just what we need. The Doctor: Stay where you are. Warmsly: An earthquake? Shou: Doctor! Bambera: What's going on, Doctor? The Doctor: I don't know, but I've got some nasty suspicions. Shou: An earthquake? In England? The Doctor: No. Someone is creating a rip in the fabric of time and space. Ancelyn: She is coming. Bambera: What are you talking about? Who's coming? Ace: You can feel it? The Doctor: Yes. I'm uniquely sensitive. Argh! Gah! Ace: Doctor! What is it? Castle Mordred: Immortal Morgaine, ageless and deathless. Morgaine: Mordred. Mordred: Mother, Merlin is here. Morgaine: Yes, I can feel his presence. Mordred: He has a new countenance. Morgaine: He has worn many faces. Merlin, hear me. Gore Crow Hotel The Doctor: I hear you. Castle Morgaine: Do not stand against me this time, for your soul's sake. Gore Crow Hotel The Doctor: I cannot allow your interference. Castle Morgaine: Then, Merlin, let this be our last b*ttlefield. Gore Crow Hotel The Doctor: Good morning. Helicopter Lavel: How did it go, sir? Brigadier: Oh, usual bureaucracy. Inch thick forms and half a pint of blood. Lavel: That's London for you. Brigadier: Funny how it looks beautiful at sunrise. Lavel: Never noticed. Seen one heliport and you've seen them all. Where now, sir? Brigadier: Carbury, where the action is. Dig site The Doctor: And you excavated all this yourself? Warmsly: Labour of love, really. The Doctor: Impressive. Warmsly: And I did have some help from Shou Yuing. The Doctor: And where did you find the scabbard? Warmsly: By that marker. Ace: How long did it take? Warmsly: Oh, about ten years so far. Ace: Ten years? Warmsly: Archeology is a precise and delicate skill. History has to be eased out of the earth one painstaking layer at a time. Ace: I still think ten years is a bit of a long time. Ace: What's this? Warmsly: Ah, now that's a bit of a mystery. No one's been able to decipher the carving. The Doctor: It says, Dig Hole Here. Warmsly: Extraordinary. What does it say that in? The Doctor: My handwriting. Ace, we need a hole. Ace: Right. How long? The Doctor: Er, sixty seconds should be long enough. Warmsly: Long enough for what? The Doctor: Nothing to worry about. My young friend's something of an expert. Warmsly: What, in archeology? The Doctor: No, expl*sives. Warmsly: What? The Doctor: Down! The Doctor: Ace? Ace: I think the timer needs work. The Doctor: One of these days we're going to have a nice long talk about acceptable safety standards. Helicopter Brigadier: Has Major Husak reported in yet? Lavel: No, sir. London says that the area of radio interference is expanding. Brigadier: Well, see if you can raise him from here. Can you speak Czechoslovakian? Lavel: Only when I'm drunk, sir. Woods Bambera: He'd better not be gone when we get there. Ancelyn: You cannot hold the Doctor. He goes where he will. Bambera: Shut up and run, Ancelyn. Ancelyn: My lady. Bambera: You call me my lady once more and I'll break your nose. Helicopter Lavel: I can't see anybody around. Brigadier: Looks like some damage to that barn. Lavel: I can see a possible landing zone. Everything looks peaceful. Brigadier: Yes, very peaceful. Are you armed, Lieutenant? Lavel: Yes, sir. Brigadier: Well, check it's loaded and take us in. Churchyard Morgaine: What can you see? Mordred: A flying machine. Tis like an ornithopter but with whirling blades for wings. Morgaine: The people of this world are obsessed with machinery. Mordred: It would seem so. Morgaine: Well then, let us teach them the limitations of their technologies. Helicopter Lavel: Malfunction, sir. Brigadier: What? Lavel: It felt like something h*t us. This could be rough. Dig site Ace: What's down there? Warmsly: Don't ask me. I've only been excavating this site for ten years. The Doctor: With a bit of luck, a tunnel. Ace: A dark, mysterious one? The Doctor: Probably. Ace: Leading to unknown dangers? The Doctor: Indubitably. Ace: Oh, wicked! The Doctor: Peter, Ace and I are going to investigate this tunnel. You stay here and guard it. Don't let anyone come in here. Warmsly: What am I supposed to do, lecture them on archeology? The Doctor: Yes. Helicopter Brigadier: Can you get us down? Lavel: Down is not the problem. Tunnel Ace: It's damp. The Doctor: Well, we are under the lake. Ace: And this wall's made of concrete. The Doctor: Hmm. It's gone soft with age. This was built in the eighth century. Ace: But they didn't have concrete in those days. The Doctor: No, they didn't. Ace: Thought so. Ace: Doctor? The Doctor: Don't worry, Ace. It's only a trap. Clearing Brigadier: Five million pounds worth of aircraft, and we've lost it. Lavel: If they make us pay for that... Brigadier: We'll be poor for the rest of our lives. Brigadier: Pulled a ligament? Lavel: Oh good. I thought it might be something serious. Brigadier: I'll see if I can get some help from the village. Lavel: But sir, we don't know what the situation is here. Brigadier: The situation, Lavel, is normal. It doesn't get much worse than that. You know, I think I'm rather enjoying this. Churchyard Mordred: Tis a shrine to those fallen in battle. Morgaine: So, they are not the savages you led us to believe. You fought on their soil without proper respect for the d*ad. Mordred: Mother, I... Morgaine: You have dishonoured us, Mordred. What is victory without honour? Leave us! Morgaine: What manner of man are you? Morgaine: A warrior, no less. How goes the day? Brigadier: I've had better. Morgaine: I am Morgaine, the sun k*ller. Dominator of the thirteen worlds and Battle Queen of the S'Rax. What say you? Brigadier: I am Brigadier Lethbridge-Stewart. Surrender now, and we can avoid bloodshed. Dig site Bambera: Where's the Doctor? Warmsly: Did you know that it takes one year to uncover one centimetre on a site this big? But now, delay not. Take the sword and fling him far into the middle mere. Watch what thou seest and lightly bring me word. Spacecraft entrance The Doctor: Ancelyn's people must have built this tunnel. Ace: Looks fishy to me. The Doctor: This is no place for humour. Ace: Professor? The Doctor: Hmm? Ace: Where does Ancelyn come from? The Doctor: Another dimension. Sideways in time from another universe. Ace: Not a local boy, then. The Doctor: The question is, how do we get through here? Graveyard Brigadier: Let me see if I've understood you correctly. You are holding a Remembrance ceremony for the d*ad of our World Wars, a ceasefire to remain in force for the duration of said ceremony, right? Morgaine: Your words are strange, but that is the meaning, yes. Brigadier: Right. What must I do? Spacecraft entrance Ace: No coded pattern? The Doctor: No hidden switches. Ace: Well, how are we going to get through the door, then? The Doctor: Open up. It's me. Graveyard Morgaine: I wish you to know that I bear you no malice. Brigadier: I understand. Morgaine: But when we meet again, I shall k*ll you. Spacecraft entrance Ace: I refuse to ask how you did that. How did you do that? The Doctor: Well, it came to me that it wasn't Ancelyn's people who built this tunnel. It was Merlin. Ace: But everyone thinks that you're Merlin. The Doctor: Exactly. Door keyed to my voice pattern. Just the sort of thing I would do. Ace: Are you Merlin? The Doctor: No. But I could be, in the future. That is, my personal future. Which could be the past. Ace: Right. Outside Gore Crow Hotel Brigadier: I'm commandeering this car, miss. Shou: Sorry? Brigadier: The keys, please... Shou: What? Brigadier: The keys. Thank you. Shou: Hey, just a moment. This is my car. Spacecraft Ace: This is a spaceship? The Doctor: More than that. It's a craft for travelling between dimensions. Ace: It's more like being in some huge animal. Who built it? The Doctor: It wasn't built, it was grown. Ace: Who grows spaceships? The Doctor: Very advanced bioengineers. Ace: Ask a stupid question. Well, if they're grown, how do they fly? The Doctor: Magic. Ace: Oh, be feasible, Professor. The Doctor: What is Clarke's law? Ace: Any advanced form of technology is indistinguishable from magic. The Doctor: Well, the reverse is true. Ace: Any advanced form of magic is indistinguishable? Ace: From technology. Ace: Seen one spaceship you've seen them all. The Doctor: Don't be so cynical, Ace. Ace: Wow. The Doctor: Impressive. Ace: That's Arthur, King of the Britons, isn't it? The Doctor: The legendary Arthur, yes. From another dimension, where the man was closer to the myth. But what is he doing here? Ace: Not a lot. Is he in suspended animation? The Doctor: Who knows? Ace: In eternal sleep until England's greatest need. The Doctor: Ace, don't touch that. Ace: Oh, it's all right, Professor. It's not like I'm King of the Britons, is it? The Doctor: No, Ace! Ace: Gordon Bennett! The Doctor: I hope you haven't disturbed anything. Ace: It disturbed me. The Doctor: Well, I only hope you haven't disturbed anything else! Ace: Like what? The Doctor: Like that. Look! Ace: Where? The Doctor: I think I saw something over there. The Doctor: Ace, I think it's time for plan B. Ace: We run? The Doctor: Yes, run! Ace: There's no way out! The Doctor: Now is not the time to panic! Ace: Doctor! The Doctor: Now we panic! Ace: It's some sort of automated defence system, isn't it. The Doctor: Yes. When I say run, run! The Doctor: Not that way! Ace: Doctor, it's a d*ad end! Ace: Doctor! The Doctor: Hang on, Ace. The Doctor: I'm coming! Ace: Doctor!
{"type": "series", "show": "Doctor Who", "episode": "26x02 - b*ttlefield - part 2"}
foreverdreaming
PART THREE Written by Ben Aaronovitch Original air date: 20 September, 1989 Run time: 24:13 The Doctor: Not that way! Ace: Doctor, it's a d*ad end! Ace: Doctor! The Doctor: Hang on, Ace. The Doctor: I'm coming! Ace: Doctor! Spacecraft Dig site Warmsly: Yes, this site is where Arthur is supposed to have met Mordred in the final battle, and this lake, where Bedivere threw Excalibur. Ancelyn: What do you know of Excalibur? Warmsly: King Arthur's sword, Excalibur, wrought by the lonely maiden of the lake, who rose up out of the water holding the sword Excalibur aloft. Ancelyn: This lake? Warmsly: Thou rememberest how, in those old days, one summer noon, an arm rose up from out the bosom of the lake clothed in white samite, mystic, wonderful, holding the sword. And how I rode across and took it, and have worn it, like a king. It's all a myth, really. Honestly, women in water holding swords? Bambera: Look! Warmsly: It's that wretched girl! Bambera: What are you doing in the lake? Ace: Drowning. Here, you can be King of England. Ancelyn: It's Excalibur. Ace: That's what I said, Shakespeare. Bambera: Where's the Doctor? Ace: In a spaceship, down there! He's in trouble. We've got to help him. Shou: Oi! Ancelyn: Truly, the time of restitution has come. Spacecraft The Doctor: Come out, come out, wherever you are, you little tapeworm. The Doctor: (coughs) Oh. Brigadier: I just can't let you out of my sight, can I, Doctor? The Doctor: Brigadier Alistair Gordon Lethbridge-Stewart. So you recognise me, then? Brigadier: Yes. Who else would it be? Gore Crow Hotel Elizabeth: Who are you? What do you want? Pat! Come quickly, Patrick! Dig site Bambera: Two people were down there and you didn't tell me. Warmsly: Well, I... Bambera: Down there, in a trap. Ace: Yeah. Let's you in but it doesn't let you out. Warmsly: Yes, well, Ace got out all right. Bambera: But the Doctor is still down there. Shou: And the Brigadier. Bambera: I am the Brigadier. Brigadier: So am I. Ace: Hey, I thought it let you in but it doesn't let you out. The Doctor: It let me out. Bambera: Brigadier, I thought you'd retired. Brigadier: So did I, Brigadier. Now, is the perimeter secure? This whole area is crawling with armed extra-terrestrials and they're hostile. The Doctor: Same as ever, eh, Brigadier? Churchyard Morgaine: He has possession of Excalibur. Knight Commander. Commander: My lady. Morgaine: Take your men along that road. Seek out those who hold Excalibur and take the sword from them. Commander: And if they resist? Morgaine: Give them an honourable death. Dig site Ancelyn: My lord Merlin. Brigadier: Merlin? Ancelyn: Oh, he has many names. Brigadier: He has many faces. And he has many companions. This must be the latest one. Bambera: We've checked the perimeter. Doctor Warmsly is staying with the vehicles. Brigadier: Oh, thank you, Bambera. Oh, see if you can get a blanket for this young lady, will you? Bambera: Yes, sir. Perhaps I should make some tea, too. Brigadier: Well, are you all right, Miss? Ace: Just call me the latest one, and I can get my own blanket. Brigadier: Oh dear. Women. Not really my field. The Doctor: Don't worry, Brigadier. People will be sh**ting at you soon. Gore Crow Hotel Pat: Elizabeth? Elizabeth: Pat, is that you? Pat: You all right? Elizabeth: Yes, I'm fine. I'm all right. Mordred: Your wife? Pat: Yes. Mordred: With your aspect, it is well that she is blind. Lavel: Do you have a phone? Mordred: So, what have we here? Mordred: Ah, there is light in this grey world. Lavel: Don't move. Mordred: Am I to do nothing? Lavel: Yeah, you can get the tab if you like. Mordred: Light and f*re. Come, drink with me! Lavel: I said, don't move. Mordred: Oh, I would wish for kinder words. Morgaine: Mordred. Who is this? Mordred: A warrior maid. Morgaine: A warrior? Good. I would learn the strength of their forces. Lavel: Stay back or I'll sh**t. Morgaine: Be silent. Morgaine: Rest here and tell me. Morgaine: Ah. Morgaine: Quietly, my child. Morgaine: Now we know, Mordred. Pat: You can't leave her like that. Morgaine: Did my son drink well? Oh, I see that it is so. I must get the tab. Pat: Get away from here, you... Elizabeth: I can see. Patrick, I can see! Dig site Brigadier: Oh, Bambera, take the other car, will you? Bambera: Yes, sir. Come on, Ancelyn. Looks like we get the deck chair. Ancelyn: My lady is vexed. The Doctor: We might run into trouble. Brigadier: Oh really, Doctor? You do surprise me. Ace: Winifred isn't following. Brigadier: Good lord, is that her name? Bambera: Now I'm vexed. Ancelyn: What do you seek? Bambera: Stay out of this. You don't even live here. Ancelyn: Perhaps these? Bambera: No. Carbury Range Rover The Doctor: Something's wrong. Brigadier: What? The Doctor: We haven't been att*cked yet. Brigadier: Down! Shou: Are they gone? Warmsly: Who were they? Brigadier: Now, Doctor, we've been att*cked. Happy? The Doctor: Yes. Brigadier: Oh, good. The Doctor: As long as Morgaine's people are sh**ting at us, she won't be using more obscure methods of att*ck. Brigadier: Such as? The Doctor: I don't know, and I don't want to find out. Castle Mordred: The Knight Commander will stop them. Morgaine: Stop Merlin? No, I will deal with Merlin in my own manner. Citroen 2CV Brigadier (O.C.): Over. Bambera: Copy you, Greyhound. Will act accordingly. Over. You're from an alternative dimension? Ancelyn: Yes. Bambera: Good. You don't have cars there? Ancelyn: No. Bambera: Good. Hold on to this wheel. Commander: Magnificent! Carbury Range Rover Bambera (O.C.): This is Seabird. Piece of cake, Greyhound One. We'll be with you shortly. Brigadier: Much relieved to hear it, Seabird. Ace: Professor, there's a whole pile of tinheads setting up on the road down there. The Doctor: Brigadier, tell Bambera she's in trouble. Citroen 2CV Bambera: So, you married or what? Carbury Range Rover Ace: We've got to help them. Brigadier: Well, what do you want us to do? The area's swarming with Morgaine's troops. Ace: Doctor? Ace: No. Brigadier: Better get back to the hotel. Outside Gore Crow Hotel Elizabeth: I can do it myself. Pat: You'll have to excuse my wife. Half an hour ago she was blind. Now, just who are you? Husak: Major Husak, sir. Pat: Hmm. You're not English, are you. Husak: No, sir. If you'd please get into the vehicle. Brigadier: Everything under control? Husak: No, sir. Brigadier: Don't worry, Major. You'll soon get the hang of it. Oh, this is the Doctor. Yeah, well, don't let him baffle you. And this is Peter Warmsly. Husak: Ah, Mister Warmsly. If you'd join Mister Rawlinson in the vehicle, we'll evacuate you from the area. Pat: Excuse me, there are a few questions I want answered. Warmsly: And I have absolutely no intention of being evacuated. This area is where I live. The Doctor: You're very angry. Pat: Of course we're angry. The Doctor: And you want to leave. Warmsly: No, we do not want to leave. The Doctor: Of course you want to leave. Pat: Of course we do. The Doctor: I wouldn't stand for any nonsense, if I were you. Warmsly: Look, Doctor, the situation is perfectly simple. We are very angry and we... Warmsly: Want to leave. Is that right, Pat? Pat: Don't get in our way. The Doctor: I wouldn't dream of it. Pat: Just no reasoning with these people. Husak: At the risk of being baffled, sir, I have one more evacuee on my list. A young lady. The Doctor: She seems to have disappeared. Brigadier: Well, there you have it, Major. The Doctor: You've got enough w*apon here to fight a w*r. Brigadier: That's the general idea. The Doctor: It'll be useless, Brigadier. Brigadier: Not this time, Doctor. Over here! Brigadier: Open that box, will you? Brigadier: Armour piercing, solid core, with a Teflon coating. Go through a Dalek. The Doctor: A non-stick b*llet. Brigadier: UNIT's been very busy, Doctor. We've also got high-explosive rounds for Yeti's and very efficient armour-piercing rounds for robots. And we've even got gold-tipped b*ll*ts for you know what. The Doctor: No silver? Brigadier: Silver b*ll*ts? The Doctor: Well, you never know. Brigadier: Quartermaster Sergeant! Silver b*ll*ts. Have we any? Ace: You can come out now, they've gone. Shou: That was close. I nearly got evacuated. Ace: You may wish you had. Gore Crow Hotel Ace: What's that? The Doctor: A shadow. Ace: Professor, we've sussed out where the legend of King Arthur came from. Brigadier: I'm sorry, miss, er, young lady, but the Doctor and I have important matters to discuss. Ace: We reckon that when Ancelyn's lot dumped the freeze-dried king in the lake they must have told the story to some local. Shou: But they couldn't handle the more outré aspects. Ace: So they translated it into terms they could understand. And so old frozen chicken becomes King of the Britons. Brigadier: Doctor, I really must... The Doctor: No, Brigadier, this is important. Ace: Since that's Excalibur... The Doctor: It must be the source of Arthur's power. Ace: And a vital control element to the spaceship under the lake. It wasn't stuck in the stone, it was plugged in. The Doctor: Could be. Ace: I bet Ancelyn knows. Knew. Brigadier: Major Husak is leading a detachment to recover the bodies of Brigadier Bambera and Ancelyn. Ace: What good are their bodies? Brigadier: UNIT looks after its own, alive or d*ad, and I want these ashes buried with honour. Track Husak: Husak to HQ. The Seabirds are still operational. I repeat, the Seabirds are still operational. Gore Crow Hotel Brigadier: Doctor! Bambera and Ancelyn are alive. The Doctor: They're alive? Brigadier: And Major Husak said they seem to be heading north from here. The Doctor: Towards the m*ssile convoy. Brigadier: Yes. Bambera's own unit is there. The Doctor: But if they lead Morgaine's troops... Brigadier: It's a fully armed nuclear m*ssile. The Doctor: If there's an accident. We'd better stop any engagement. Have you got a helicopter available? Brigadier: Oh, better than that, Doctor. Outside Gore Crow Hotel The Doctor: Ah ha! Bessie! Brigadier: Well, I knew how fond of it you were, so when you last went on your travels I had it put in mothballs. Ace: Does it run on petrol or steam? Woods Bambera: Ancelyn! Ancelyn! Can't you do anything quietly? Bambera: You're going to bring Morgaine's whole army down on us. Ancelyn: Let them come. Do you not know I am the best knight in the world? Bambera: Ancelyn. Ancelyn: Yes, my lady? Bambera: In this world we have a great and honourable tradition of tactical withdrawal. Ancelyn: Ah, you wish to run away. Well, there can be but thirty of them at the most. Bambera: If you don't start running, I'll k*ll you myself. Now come on! Ancelyn: Winifred? Bambera: What? Ancelyn: Art thou betrothed? Bambera: Not now, Ancelyn! Outside Gore Crow Hotel The Doctor: Ace, things may get dangerous, so I want you to have this. Ace: It looks like a piece of chalk. The Doctor: It is. I got it from the dartboard. But it will protect you against Morgaine's sorcery. Ace: A piece of chalk? The Doctor: A piece of chalk. At the first sign of anything strange, I want you to draw a chalk circle, and you and Shou Yuing stay inside it along with Excalibur. Ace: Right, Professor. Chalk circle. Sure. The Doctor: And remember, stay inside the circle. Don't leave it until I return. Ace: Doctor, you are coming back, aren't you? The Doctor: Trust me. Ready, Brigadier? Brigadier: Ready. Ace: Naught to sixty in twenty minutes. Shou: As fast as that? The Doctor: Appearances can be deceiving, Ace. The Doctor: And remember, look after Excalibur and stay in the circle. Ace: Gordon Bennett. Shou: Wicked. Castle Morgaine: Merlin, you fool. To place such a trust in children. I swear that you shall rue this day, if you live. Gore Crow Hotel Shou: What are they? Ace: Silver b*ll*ts. Shou: Really? Shou: What did the Doctor say? At the first sign of something strange... Ace: Looks like Colonel Blimp has a fancy taste in hardware. Shou: You don't like him much, do you? Ace: I like to be treated as a person, not A latest one. Anyway, I don't trust him to guard the Professor's back. That's my job. Shou: Do you think that counts as strange? Ace: Where's the chalk? Castle Morgaine: With f*re, I shall summon you. With silver I shall bind you. Gore Crow Hotel Ace: Do you think we should sprinkle holy water or something? Shou: I don't know. It's not my mythology. Shou: Ace? Ace: Yeah? Shou: What's happening? Overlooking the dig site Brigadier: Doctor, I've just received the most peculiar from the hotel. The Doctor: Does it say anything about Ace and Shou Yuing? Brigadier: No. All it said was, night has fallen here. The Doctor: I'll deal with that later. First, I've got to put an end to this bloodshed. Brigadier: Oh, how, Doctor? Stand in the middle and shout stop? The Doctor: Good idea. Gore Crow Hotel Ace: Stupid. Shou: What did you say? Ace: What? Shou: Nothing. Ace: This is stupid. Shou: What did you call me? Ace: I said, this is stupid. You deaf or something? Shou: No you didn't. I heard you. You called me stupid. Ace: I'm not a freak. Shou: What? Ace: I said, I'm not a freak. I'm Ace. Are you dumb or what? Shou: I'm not stupid. Ace: Then why do you keep saying stupid things? Shou: That's good, coming from a reject like you. Ace: Listen here, toad-face. Just you shut your mouth or I'll knock your teeth in! Shou: I bet nobody likes you. Ace: Shut up. Shou: First chance he got, the Doctor went off without you. Ace: Shut up! Shut up! Shou: I bet even your parents hated your guts! Ace: Shut up, you yellow, slant-eyed... Ace: Someone's playing games with our minds. Castle Morgaine: Oh, they breed their children strong on this world. Huh. No matter. There shall be an end to these games. Dig site Bambera: Get out, they're coming this way! Ancelyn: Mordred! Face me, Mordred! Mordred! Ancelyn: Is your army not enough to give you courage? Mordred: Courage? Ha, to face you, Ancelyn, who fled the field at Camlan? Ancelyn the Craven, I call you. Ancelyn: What care I for the words of a half-man who cowers from a woman's wrath. The Doctor: Stop! I command it! There will be no battle here! Mordred: This is no battle. Tis but a ruse, a diversion. My mother hath summoned the Destroyer, the Lord of Darkness, Eater of Worlds. Look to your children, Merlin, for soon they shall be no more. The Doctor: Ace, what have I done? Gore Crow Hotel Morgaine: I am Morgaine of the Fey. I am power beyond your imagining. Surrender to me what is mine by right of conquest. Give me Excalibur. Ace: Never! Morgaine: Then you shall be given over to the Destroyer. Morgaine: And become his handmaidens in hell. Bwahahahaha!
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