Doctor Who (1963) s18e09 Episode Script

- You ready, K9? - Master.
Right.
I want you to set a course of binary coordinates 10-0-11-0-0 by 0-2 - from galactic zero centre.
Coordinates laid in.
- Very good.
- Spatial drive initiated.
Well done, K9.
Well, now we've dropped off our Earth friend, we can be on our way.
You've made up your mind, then? Oh, yes.
We can't resist a summons to Gallifrey.
Anyway, I'm looking forward to seeing how Leela and Andred are getting on.
You can meet your twin, K9.
You know, Romana, it Romana? - You stay there, K9.
You're in charge.
- Master.
Do you mind if I come in? The Time Lords want me back.
Yes, well, you only came to help with the key to time.
Doctor, I don't want to spend the rest of my life on Gallifrey.
After all this.
Well, you can't fight Time Lords, Romana.
- You did once.
- And lost.
Well, there's nothing more to discuss, then.
We have to go.
I'm afraid so.
Course set and holding.
ETA to Gallifrey, 32 minutes.
Flight path clear.
Wait! Sensors indicate No vocabulary available.
Cannot comprehend! Cannot Cannot comprehend! Cannot comprehend! - Doctor, what's happening? - I don't know.
I have lost control of the Tardis.
- K9.
- I have regained control, master.
- Tardis has stabilised.
- What happened, K9? Cannot explain, mistress.
Never mind about that.
Just give me the data.
- Cannot comply.
- What? There must be some data.
Substantial data was received, master, yes, however, I am unable to assimilate it.
Well, just give me a report on all damaged parts.
- No damage, master.
- What? What, none? All component parts are functioning normally, master.
I don't believe it.
I don't believe it.
All component parts functioning normally.
Hah.
You mean to tell me that after all we've been through, - the systems are functioning perfectly? - No, not perfectly, master.
Adverb attributed was "normally".
Doctor.
We've materialised.
Indeed we have.
Let's take a look, shall we? Oh, yes.
The wilderness of outer Gallifrey.
- Ready to go? - I suppose so.
Come on.
It's not the end of the universe.
We're home.
- Sorry.
- Oh, please don't keep apologising.
Try and brighten up.
Romana.
Romana.
This isn't Gallifrey.
It certainly isn't.
- Hey.
- Get 'em.
No sign of them.
Well, at least they got no river fruits.
- Suppose that's something.
- Let's go.
- That was close.
- Easy, Varsh.
- You said it would be easy.
- All right, Tylos.
- It's not all right.
- Look.
Down there.
Decider Draith and Dexeter.
What are they doing here? Yes.
There seems to be a trace, just a trace.
That is Gallifrey? That is Gallifrey? - Coordinates are correct, master.
- 10-0-11-0-0 by 0-2.
K9 is right.
- But it's absurd.
It's just absurd.
- Master.
What are we going to do? Well, we can't take off until we find out precisely what's wrong with the Tardis.
- Doctor, last time you tried that - Practice, practice They seem to be moving.
It's the same sign noted 50 years ago by Corellis and Dell.
They postulated that they might be eggs of some kind.
- Insect eggs.
- Perhaps.
Unfamiliar insect life is supposed to precede each incident.
Yes, it's true.
Can you confirm this? Is it mentioned in the system files? - You overreach yourself, Dexeter.
- Forgive me, Decider.
But if there's some way we can let science illuminate - your inner knowledge - I cannot discuss the system files.
Sometimes I wish I could share it with someone.
But I, too, must obey the procedure.
Of course, Decider.
So, you want to be an Outler? - I'm serious.
- Nobody joins unless we all agree.
You belong in the Starliner, Adric.
- Ask him the embarkation question.
- Yes, go on.
When the Starliner leaves Alzarius, where will you be? - Not here.
- You see? - He'll be in the Starliner.
- Lf it ever does take off.
- It will.
- Well, he believes all that stuff.
It will take off.
- But I won't be on it.
- And you won't be on Alzarius either? - I don't know.
I'll be somewhere else.
- Daydreamer.
I'm sorry.
I just can't explain.
He belongs in the Great Hall of Books with all the other dreamers.
Anyway, we said no elites.
Unless you want to make special rules for your brother.
We've broken all family ties.
- But I don't expect special treatment.
- Don't you? - Isn't that what the star's for? - That is for mathematical excellence.
- So the boy can count.
Give it to me.
- Keep your hands off it.
- Let go.
- Don't tell me what to do.
I've had enough orders in the Starliner.
Can't you keep these two under better control? - He talks like a Decider already.
- He's no better than we are.
Well, of course I'm better than you.
I'm an elite.
That won't help you outside the Starliner when you're struggling to stay alive.
- It's you people who talk like Deciders.
- What? I mean, you can't even steal a few river fruits.
I'd like to see you try.
- All right.
- Go back to the Starliner, Adric.
No.
If your little brother really wants to prove himself They'll be guarding the fruits now.
It's too dangerous for us.
We don't have badges for mathematical excellence.
You know what this is? It's our badge.
It has to be earned.
Right.
This is Mistfall.
I hope so, Decider Nefred, scientifically.
You're too young to remember the last one, Dexeter.
But it's not something I look forward to.
- Nor I.
- Nor Decider Draith, I'm sure.
Decider Draith.
I must get back to him.
I was a boy the last time the mists came.
Horrible.
Horrible.
"A kind of spider.
"Incomprehensible life form.
"Infectious.
" - Dexeter again.
- What's going on? I said something was up.
I told you.
Make way.
Indeed.
Mistfall.
- Help me.
Help me.
In the water.
Citizens.
Citizens.
Citizens.
As First Decider and keeper of the system files, I must announce to you the coming of Mistfall.
There is no need to be alarmed.
As long as you all follow the procedure.
We have two hours.
Adric.
Decider, come back.
They're not worth it.
Split up.
We'll meet back at the cave.
Adric, come on.
They're closing the Starliner.
- Come on, come on.
Come on.
- Leave me alone.
Have you seen my daughter? Have you seen any of the Outlers? No, no.
Is there any news? Citizen Login.
What is it? - Sirs, forgive me.
- Your daughter? She's out there, unprotected.
Is there nothing we can do? She and the other Outlers chose to leave us, Login.
- The doors must close.
- But Keara, she's so young.
And you, Login, are a greatly valued citizen, - but we cannot change the law for you.
- Not even for Decider Draith.
He, too, has only one hour in which to return.
Decider.
Decider Draith.
Tell Dexeter we've come full circle Time to start up the siren.
Still no sign of Decider Draith.
When those doors close, you will be First Decider.
Then we shall need a third.
What was that noise? - What? - I thought I heard a noise.
Well, of course you heard a noise.
Who are you? - No.
- We saw it, Varsh.
Anything can make that water bubble.
It could be anything.
- It could be Mistfall.
- Mistfall's a myth.
The others don't think so.
I saw them heading back to the Starliner.
Deserters.
- Just us now.
- And Adric.
Don't let the Deciders fool you.
They've taken these things and twisted them to their own advantage.
Well, you'd better be right, or else we're dead.
- I've got to warn them.
- What? - Mistfall.
- Mistfall? And my brother says it's a myth.
The Outlers all think the Deciders are lying.
- But I've seen it.
- Mistfall? The internment may be a long one, ten years perhaps until we step out onto the surface again.
Decider Draith is too late.
Seal the doors.
Have you seen Keara or Tylos? No.
There are others out there.
My daughter.
My daughter.
The air out there cannot support life.
We have to seal the doors.
We need all our strength, citizen Login.
You're quite right.
We must re-double our effort toward the embarkation.
A fine spirit.
Yes, our work must continue.
Our first task will be to choose a new Decider.
Yes, of course.
We thought of seeking your advice on the matter.
- Wrong place at the wrong time.
- Again? - What? - Sounds like a type D oligarchy.
A typical use of propaganda.
He could've been hallucinating.
A folk tale, a myth.
That blue box I saw I saw a blue box.
A blue box.
Really? What was it like? Well, it was old and there was a door No.
There were two doors.
And they opened inwards and there was something funny about them.
- Handles weren't on the same level.
- Quite right.
And we're inside it.
It's called a Tardis.
This boy's not hallucinating.
How's your transcendental dimensions? Never mind about that.
Come on, K9.
- Where are you going? - Well, to the marsh.
We can't stand around here theorising.
The boy convinces me.
But we still haven't worked out what's wrong with this? - What's wrong with what? - Oh, the console, the scanner.
Oh, that.
Yes.
That recurring image of Gallifrey.
Well It's probably something really quite simple.
The image translator reads the absolute values of the coordinates.
Of course it does.
Real space doesn't have Negative coordinates.
Doctor, that disruption we came through.
- Well, it's just a thought.
- It's a very nasty thought.
That would mean we're out of real space altogether.
What do you make of this fog, K9? Unfamiliar composition.
Initial analysis indicates non-toxic.
Non-toxic? I must go back and warn the others.
Um, you'd better take this.
Oh, a homing device.
Yes.
To help you find your way back to the Tardis.
- How's the knee? - Healed.
Adric.
Master, alert!