Doctor Who (1963) s12e05 Episode Script

(DOCTOR WHO THEME PLAYS) You're a clumsy, ham-fisted idiot! I said sorry! What? Come out! And don't touch anything! I'm only trying to open the door.
Oh, I say! We've gone! - Who's gone? - I mean, this isn't We aren't where we were when I've gone mad! That's how I felt the first time! Where are we, Doctor? No idea.
A little trip to the moon, you said, just to prove to Harry I didn't expect him to start messing with the helmic regulator.
Come away from there, Harry! - You could sell that thing, Doctor.
- I could WHAT? Jolly useful in Trafalgar Square.
- Hundreds of bobbies inside - Harry! Stop burbling What? Sorryshock, I suppose.
I must say, I feel very strange.
Not much oxygen.
Still, nothing to worry about.
Suffocation is nothing to worry about?! We can survive for quite a time yet.
While you play with that yo-yo?! Just a simple gravity reading, Sarah.
Yes, almost certainly we're inside some kind of artificial satellite - Isn't that interesting? - Not very.
- I think it is.
- It's dark, cold and airless All we have to do is get the power back on.
Let's see what's over here.
Might as well go for a look round.
- Are you coming? - We better stick with the Doctor.
Yes! That's better.
Incredible! I say! What's all that for? I've never seen anything quite like it.
Hey, Doctor! Definitely built on Earth, but I can't place the period.
- Doctor, look! - In a minute, Sarah! None of it seems to work now, anyway! Judging by the macro-slave drive and that modified version of the Bennett oscillator, I'd say this was built in theearly 30th century.
- Oh, no - You don't agree? Early 30th century?! Late 29th, early 30th, I feel sure.
Doctor! Doctor! There's hardly any air in here! Doctor! Please Doctor, I'm a simple sort of chap Are you trying to tell me we're now in the middle of the 30th century? Goodness heavens, no! Well beyond that! Beyond the 30th! You gave that helmic regulator quite a twist, I'm afraid.
Well, WHERE are we? It's difficult to say.
All this stuff's obviously been here for some time - several thousand years at least.
What was that? Doctor, I can't breathe Sarah? Where's she got to? - In the Tardis? - Impossible.
I've got the key.
I've told her about going off by herself.
Sarah? Well, there's only one door, and I swear she didn't go out that way Must be another exit, then.
Hidden deck hatch or something? Vacuum-tight panel, more likely - used them a lot in these early space vessels.
Just as I thought! - No doorknob? - There must be a remote control You haven't touched anything, have you, Harry? Me? There are only two of us and your name is Harry! - I did justtouch one switch.
- Which switch? - Nothing happened - Which switch? Which switch? I think it was Perhaps it was Try to remember, Harry! I am! It's awfully difficult! I can hardly breathe! Think where you were standing.
- It was this one.
- Sure? - But nothing happened.
- Go on! Press it.
Crikey! She's cyanosed.
No air in here.
Help me to get her back.
Quick! Now what'll we do? There must be a reverse mechanism.
I've always hated sliding doors, ever since I caught my nose in one in Pompey Barracks! - How is she? - She'll be OK if we get her out.
- Must be a broken circuit.
- What? Nothing.
- Nothing's working properly.
- Oh? I've found the oxygen supply.
Well done! No good, Harry.
No luck, eh? Why is nothing functioning here? Couldn't we smash our way out or something? - With our bare hands? - It's all my fault.
I got us into this, Harry.
I've not got enough puff to argue with you Then, lie down and conserve the oxygen, while I do what I can.
- That's odd.
- What? These cables have been sheared clean through.
Oxygen-valve servo-mechanism.
Yellow, black, green Yellow, black, green Yellow, black, green (BUZZING) (BUZZING) (HISSING) Harry Harry! Is sheshe OK? Just in time.
Are you feeling better? Convalescent.
All I need now is a couple of weeks at the seaside.
Good.
Give me a hand to lay her on that couch.
- It's nearer the vents.
- Good thinking.
(HISSING INCREASES) I'll just repair the rest of those cables.
Sheared, you said? Or bitten.
What? There's a mystery here, Harry.
Something happened a long time ago.
- Bitten?! - It looks like it.
The interesting question is why? Clearly deliberate, therefore done for a purpose.
Therefore, whatever it was had a reasoning intelligence.
And very large teeth! Splendid! Now let's see if that panel works.
All systems go, wouldn't you say? - She's coming round.
- Good.
Steady on, old girl, steady on.
- Harry? - Yes, I'm here.
Call me ''old girl'' again .
.
and I'll spit in your eye.
Welcome back, Sarah Jane.
Couldn't breathe Drop of brandy would be the thing now.
There's some in the Tardis.
You'll be as right as ninepence in a minute.
- We're going to get you some brandy.
- Eugh! I hate brandy! Doctor, do you think you could persuade her? - I say! What's that?! - Get down, Harry! - Crikey! What is it? - Keep your head down! Doctor! (SOOTHING ''MUSIC'') We seem to be trapped, Harry.
What is it? Some sort of automatic guard.
I hadn't bargained on this when I repaired the circuits.
I wonder Of course! That's why they were cut in the first place! - What about Sarah? - Tell her to stay where she is.
Sarah! Sarah? Can you hear me, old girl? Keep away from the door! Understand? Keep away from the door! Where am I? (GENTLE MALE VOICE) Welcome, sister.
Welcome to Nerva.
No, do not move.
It is dangerous to move from the tranquiller couch.
Please remain in contact with the biocryonic vibrations.
In five minutes, the final phase of your processing must commence.
If you have any personal possessions that you wish to have preserved, please place them in the casket adjacent to your right hand.
Shortly, you will hear the recorded voice of the High Minister speaking personally to you.
At the conclusion of the Minister's message, there will be a two-minute interregnum preceding the commencement of irradiation.
Apparently, it's not activated by movement unless what moves is organic.
Hardly helps us! We're organic! Not down here we're not, Harry! Ah, yes! Good piece of logical deduction, Doctor! Thank you! (BUZZING) (FEMALE) Greetings, Citizen Volunteer.
This is the High Minister speaking on behalf of the World Executive.
I salute you who are about to make the supreme sacrifice.
In a few minutes, you will pass beyond life.
In case there is any fear in your heart, any doubt in your mind at this awesome moment, let me remind you that you take with you all our pasts.
You carry the torch that has been handed down from generation to generation What's happening? (HARRY) Where are we going with it? To the far wall.
- Inch it round your end.
- OK.
One slip, Harry, and we'll be charcoal.
- Psst, there it is.
- What? Trouble is we can't reach it from here.
- What can't we reach? - The auto-guard cut-out.
Look - up there! See? Never mind.
The faithful old scarf Bad luck.
Jolly good try, though.
It isn't a game of cricket, Harry! Sorry.
Mind you, if I had a cricket ball, I'd jolly soon knock that switch Will this do? Watch this, then! (CRACKLING) Organic, of course.
Afraid so.
Now what? There's only one thing left.
Risky, but it might work.
You don't want your other shoe, do you? - I suppose not.
- Slip it off.
Right Now, I want you to throw it across the room when I give the word.
Understand? All right.
I'm going to try and distract it.
Let's hope it's not double-barreled! - Ready? - Ready.
Now! (CRACKLING) I think we've done it, Harry! Pity about the scarf.
Madame Nostradamus made it for me.
A witty little knitter! All right, Sarah, you can come out now.
Never get another one like it.
Look at my shoes! Sarah! What a fool! Of course! - What is it? - Why didn't I realize? Short-range matter transmitter.
The strange thing is, Harry, it's only for internal relay.
I haven't the foggiest what you're on about.
Never mind.
It just means Sarah can't be far away.
All we've got to do is find her.
Come on! I think we'll try this way first.
- I say, what about the armory? - Not very likely.
(TANNOY) This is a sterile area! Keep out! It's just like a hospital.
Well, ought we, do you think? Don't be nervous, Harry.
- What is it? - I saw something moving.
- Nonsense, Harry! - I'm positive I saw something move.
- Trick of the light.
- It wasn't a trick of the light! I saw something moving It's like the trail left by a gastropod mollusk.
- A slug? - Or a snail.
That size? Impossible! It couldn't have got through this grille.
Very interesting.
A multinucleate organism.
Eh? Let's find Sarah first.
Come on.
This looks promising (HIGH-PITCHED WHIRRING) She's obviously not in here.
Decontamination chamber.
Might make you feel a bit dizzy.
I think we're getting warm, Harry.
Animal and botanic! Of course! That explains everything.
Do you realize what this is? - Aren't you feeling better? - No, I'm not.
Pull yourself together.
This is fascinating! This is a cryogenic repository.
A repository? For what? Everything Well, everything they considered worth preserving.
Look at this! (BEEP!) Microfilm.
It's a complete record.
Music, history, architecture, literature, engineering Incredible! The entire body of human thought and achievement.
Yes, but what's it all for? Posterity? I don't know.
Why build all this and send it into space? Couldn't be some sort of survival kit, could it? Survival? You know - the sort of thing they shove in lifeboats.
You're improving, Harry! Am I really? Yes, your mind is beginning to work.
It's entirely due to my influence.
You mustn't take any credit.
Now, what's missing? Missing? If we are to assume that some great cataclysm struck Earth and that, before the end, they launched this lifeboat, the obvious missing element is man himself.
What's happened to the human species? I say! What a place for a mortuary! This isn't a mortuary, Harry.
Quite the reverse.
The reverse? Well, I'd hardly call it a nursery! - Cryogenic chamber.
- What? Old principle, but I've never seen it applied on this scale.
Look at them! There must be hundreds here.
Well, when you've seen one corpse, you've seen them all.
Corpse? These people aren't dead, Harry - they're asleep.
The entire human race awaiting the trumpet blast! Dead as a doorknocker! Homo sapiens.
What an inventive, invincible species.
It's only a few million years since they crawled up out of the mud and learned to walk.
Puny, defenseless bipeds They've survived flood and famine and plague, they've survived cosmic wars and holocausts, and now here they are, out among the stars, waiting to begin a new life, ready to outsit eternity.
They're indomitable! Indomitable! What do you think you're doing? Sorry to contradict you, Doctor.
Not a flicker of life.
Suspended animation.
There are no metabolic functions at all.
Look at him! I mean, even in the deepest coma, the hair and fingernails continue to grow.
The epidermis Total suspension, Harry.
You can't survive 10,000 years in a coma.
It's an amazing sight, isn't it? The entire human race in one room.
All colors, all creeds - all differences finally forgotten.
Are you serious? The entire human race? Well, its chosen descendants.
The operation must have been meticulously planned.
Come on.
Where are we going now? First to find Sarah, then shut down the systems.
We're intruders here.
Just a minute Are you telling me this is where it's going to end? Not end, Harry, just a pause.
But there are only a few hundred corpbodies in here.
I mean, what's happened to the rest of humanity? Some global catastrophe? Yes, and they saw it coming, and made provision as best they could.
Don't forget - it's something for you to be proud of.
Doctor, look! Oxygen? Radiant heat? But this deep in space? I wonder Perhaps it's some sort of mould? - Mould? - That trail we saw in the corridor.
And that thing you saw moving in the corridor? Dust! That grille thing was a dust extractor.
We opened the door after umpteen years and caused a bit of a draught.
Mmm, very convincing! All the same, I think we'll just check a few of the beds while we're here.
What are we checking for, exactly? Just to make sure that everything's in order.
Right-o.
Doctor! What have you found? Sarah! - Oh, Sarah Jane! - We can't help her now.
No.
She'll be like that for 3,000 years at least.
Even if we had a resuscitation unit, it's doubtful if we could revive her now.
There must be something we can do! What would a resuscitation unit look like? Very like an oxygen cylinder.
You'll recognize it if there is one.