Doctor Who (1963) s22e08 Episode Script

- What is it? - I don't know.
- Come and see! - In a minute.
There.
That should just about have done it.
- Agh! - Peri! Thanks for your help, Doctor Doctor? Wake up! Come on! What is it? Come on, Doctor.
Get up! Peri! What happened? Why did you scream? That thing you thought was an animal attacked me, and it's human, I think! If you hadn't screamed, I wouldn't have triggered that stun jet.
It can't be human.
- They haven't reached this part of the galaxy.
- Well, it's humanoid.
Vorum gas.
An ordinary person would have been out for hours! So would you if I hadn't dragged you clear.
No, I closed my respiratory passages as soon as I detected any danger.
Then, how did you breathe? With difficulty.
I'll explain one day.
It certainly does appear to be humanoid.
So it finally mustered the courage to attack.
I think it was my fault.
It was just protecting its nest.
Understandable.
Jamie! What? It's Jamie! How did he get here? He should be with me.
Not now, Doctor.
Not any more.
No, that's right.
But if he's here, where am I? I must have been here, Peri! You mean in some past time? - It's all right, Jamie.
- Keep away! - We're your friends.
We won't hurt you.
- Keep away! Jamie, it's all right! Don't worry.
It will help him to relax.
- Relax? You've killed him! - Don't be ridiculous! I was always rather fond of Jamie.
He's not moving.
His nervous system is temporarily paralysed.
He'll be fine shortly.
- Doctor - Yes, Jamie? He's not talking to you.
They killed the Doctor.
I'm afraid he's deranged.
It's often the effect of extreme fear.
- They killed the Doctor.
- Jamie, can you hear me? My name's Peri.
I'm your friend, do you understand? - Friend.
- They killed the Doctor.
- He seems very sure of that.
- Is it possible? Of course not! I exist, therefore I am and was.
Don't go through all that irrefutable logic again.
Oh, yes, I remember - that mind-slip in the Tardis.
You did say you were being put to death.
So I did.
I wonder if it could have been here? Don't ask me.
I don't understand any of this.
Neither do I.
Not yet.
Jamie, I want you to look at this pretty thing, look.
See how it swings backwards and forwards? Forwardsbackwards.
It makes your eyes feel very heavy.
So heavy, you want to go to sleep.
Go to sleep, Jamie.
That's it.
Sleep.
Jamie, why did you come here with the Doctor? To see Dastari.
And did you see him? Aye.
They had an argument.
The Doctor had an argument with Dastari? What about? The Time Lords.
What happened, then, Jamie? Can you remember? There was a battle.
The knights came and killed everyone.
The knights? What were they like? Can you tell me? They had a sort of armour.
Heavy with no necks.
And their hands were just two great fingers.
They killed everyone.
They killed the Doctor.
I saw them! It's all right, Jamie.
Now sleep.
Sleep.
He just gave a fairly accurate description of the Sontarans.
Who? Let's see if anything's recorded in that computer.
- What about Jamie? - He'll be all right.
Sleep's the best thing for him now.
- Is it possible we imagined what we saw? - Of course not.
You are such a pragmatist, but if an aeroplane has crashed, there would be wreckage.
- Of course.
- Then, like a star on my dressing room door, - it becomes conspicuous by its absence! - We must continue to search! We should summon the authorities - people trained in the tying of bandages.
We search! There may be people bleeding to death at this very moment! I'm not a well man.
Be brave, Oscar.
Think of the publicity.
Who knows, the British Council may forgive you and book you on a forthcoming tour! Of course, I never for a moment thought it was the Time Lords.
Come on.
You had your doubts! Only because of that last entry in Dastari's log.
They must have forced him to write it before they killed him.
Why would they want to frame the Time Lords? ''Frame''? Make them appear guilty when they weren't.
I see.
Set them up? Hmm.
I don't know.
They're rabidly xenophobic.
They probably thought the Third Zoners were too powerful and might align themselves with the Rutans.
Is that the answer? No speak.
''No speak'' What kind of language is that? Central fault.
No speak.
I must have disconnected one of its linguistic neurons.
Oh, well, the data bank is still functioning.
Doctor, who are the Rutans? The Sontarans and the Rutans are old enemies.
They've been fighting across the galaxy for so long, they've forgotten what started it.
Ah, there's the Kartz and Reimer work.
I look a mess! I can see why the Time Lords monitored their experiments.
If the holistic fabric of time were punctured, it would be like putting a pin into a balloon.
The universe would simply collapse.
Shall I go and see if Jamie's OK? - Peri, it's possible! - What? That I was killed.
It's why I collapsed - the weakness that I felt.
But you said you can't be dead then and here now.
Yes, but if I arrived here during a time experiment, caught in an embolism and outside the time flow But if I were dead then and here now .
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I was at the very epicentre of the engulfing chaos.
I don't understand.
It means the collapse of the universe has started! Nothing can stop it.
How long will it take? For everything to end? A very few centuries.
Centuries?! Well, if it's going to take that long, I'll see if Jamie's any better.
She can't comprehend the scale of it all.
Eternal blackness.
No more sunsets.
No more gumblejacks.
Nevermore a butterfly.
Peri! Doctor! He's not the Doctor I know! I am so, Jamie McCrimmon.
I am another aspect of him just as he is of me.
- I was him, he will be me.
- Who will I be? Peri, look at this.
Doctor, it's horrible! Stop it! Lifelike, isn't it? Or rather, deathlike.
That's how they killed the Doctor.
I saw it! I don't think they did.
I understand now.
They left this illusion to make it appear that I was dead.
- Who? - The Sontarans.
They hoped to stop anyone looking for me, which means I'm being held somewhere.
Why am I in it? They left the animator switched on.
When you looked in that, it copied your body print.
- You don't think the Doctor's dead? My Doctor? - No, I don't, Jamie.
And if I'm not dead in that form, it means my theory about the embolism is also wrong.
This has all the hallmarks of a conspiracy! What sort of conspiracy? A plot.
That's right, Jamie.
A plot to kidnap me and Dastari as well.
He's about the only bio-geneticist in the galaxy capable of isolating the symbiotic nuclei of a Time Lord.
So that's how you control the Tardis! Symbiosis.
If the Sontarans get unlimited access to time travel, they'll be invincible! - We must find out where they're holding me.
- How? They could be anywhere! I made contact with myself before - during that mind-slip.
I'll try telepathy.
It's about our only chance.
I shall seem to be unconscious for a while, but don't worry, and while my mind is out of my body, don't touch me.
Don't come near me.
Any contact might sever the astral link and kill me.
How long will you be? Seconds.
Hours.
Days.
Who knows? There's no such thing as time on the astral plane! I think your Doctor's worse than mine! How is he? This will bring him round.
Jamie Jamie! Come on, Doctor.
Wake up! Where I am? Am where I? Doctor? Peri.
Jamie.
- Was I away very long? - Just minutes.
Bo-ing! Bo-ing! What? Bells, my dear! Come on.
There isn't a moment to lose.
Where are we going? Can't quite remember.
It's something to do with getting my hair cut.
That is the complete manifest.
Where is Stike? The Group Marshal has been placing the scout ship in clear in order to conceal it from the local primitives.
Even in clear it is still possible to detect with tracking equipment.
We should have chosen a less populous planet.
According to the mind of the Doña Arana, no one comes here, even though there is a city only four kilometres away.
Any defence installations in the area? The Doña Arana knows nothing of that.
There was very little in her mind to absorb.
Nor in her body.
Nothing but bone and gristle! I'd have preferred somewhere completely deserted.
It's a delicate operation.
We cannot risk any interruption.
The Group Marshal favoured Earth.
His forces are planning an attack on the Madillon Cluster, and this planet is conveniently situated.
And it was also Shockeye's wish to come here.
And you indulged him? Why? 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.
You are no longer an Androgum, Chessene.
I have raised you to a superior plane of life.
There are blood ties between the Franzine Grig and the Quancing Grig, Dastari.
Shockeye does not yet know the full nature of my intentions.
When he does, he will feel that I betrayed our Androgum inheritance.
A being of your powers cannot stay trapped in traditions of blood and race.
You must go on alone to create new traditions.
Not quite alone, Dastari.
And he calls humans primitive! All of our chefs sample the raw flavour of their ingredients before even heating their cooking pots.
Does this have a name, Chessene? The Doña Arana knows it as ''Rat''.
It is a scavenging animal.
The flesh is rank.
Smoke-dried, it might just be tolerable.
Bo-ing! It's the largest of the 25 bells in the cathedral at Seville.
Very distinctive! - You certainly specialise in arcane knowledge.
- Of course! Now we know the area where they're holding me.
It was in the distance.
About three miles.
Have you ever been to Seville? No, have you? How else would I know the Santa Maria when I hear it? Do use your brain! Small though it is, the human brain is quite effective when used properly.
- You might be wrong.
- I am not wrong.
This station was attacked about 12 days ago.
That's how long a Sontaran cruiser would take to reach Earth.
They've just got there.
You look better for a change of clothes and bath.
- You should try it more often! - Thank youWhat? Ignore him, Jamie.
He's being crotchety.
I think you look wonderful.
I'm not crotchety.
I'm just Well, concerned.
- What about? - About myself chiefly.
I mean him languishing in some dark dungeon at the mercy of the Sontarans.
You can't be sure he's in a dungeon.
There was an echo, an after-resonance.
If you'd been locked in as many dungeons as I have, you'd recognise it.
- Well, are you ready? - For what? Transference.
- My Doctor wouldn't have done that! - Your Doctor is an antediluvian fogey! Allowing himself to be captured by the Sontarans If anything happens to myself as a result, I will never forgive himself! Stop switching personal pronouns! It would make it easier to understand what you're talking about! - Good morning.
- Don't try to move yet, Doctor.
- Dastari.
- You'll feel dizzy for a time.
So, I've been drugged, have I? What did you use? It feels like one of the anomode group.
Absolutely right.
Siralanomode.
Siralanomode? That affects the memory.
We're not interested in your memory.
Haven't I seen you somewhere before? Oh, the augmented Androgum.
I don't think much of the company you keep, Dastari! Attention! Group Marshal Stike of the Ninth Sontaran Attack Group! Stand at ease! We already were, Stike.
Tell that underling of yours not to shout every time you appear.
Major Varl, the Androgum is quite right.
We shall treat you as equals for the time being.
Very good sir.
Sontarans! I remember now.
The Space Station.
But I had someone with me Jamie! - What have you done with Jamie? - He will be long since dead.
- The Sontarans take no prisoners.
- Inflexible policy.
- No! - Fasten the restraints! No! Poor old Jamie! Isn't that incredible! Police! And they say they're never there when you need them! Oscar, it doesn't say ''Policia''.
Interpol, my dear.
They have branches everywhere! Oscar, you are a fool! Officer! We have to report a tragedy.
Stark disaster has struck this simple countryside.
Has it indeed? What manner of disaster, Mr? Botcherby.
Oscar Botcherby at your service, sir.
This dark-eyed naiad is named Anita.
Come on, Oscar! There's been a plane crash.
It may not be your department.
I can see from your raiment that you belong to the plain clothes branch.
Did you see this aeroplane? No, we were in an olive grove at the time it roared overhead.
We were on a moth-hunting expedition.
- Are you interested in lepidoptera? - I am interested in everything, but mainly in this crash.
It landed near Doña Arana's hacienda.
Three survivors staggered towards the house.
- Two of them were carrying some poor fellow.
- Were they, indeed? I think you may well have done me a great service, Mr Botcherby! In what way? I think you saw three fugitives who we've been after for a long time.
Perhaps you can lead us to this hacienda? Of course.
It's this way.
Should we, my dear? It's easy to find.
You just follow this road.
- It's not easy to find.
Let's show them.
- These men might be dangerous! - We ought to get back to the restaurant! - We've plenty of time.
You'll be doing a public service, Mr Botcherby.
We Botcherbies have never shirked public service.
My dear departed father was an air raid warden in Shepton Mallet during the war.
He slept in a steel helmet for five years.
This way.
- What have you got there? - The Kartz-Reimer transference module.
That'll never work! It worked well enough to bring you to us.
It produced a few hiccups in the time continuum - a sign that crude experiments were going on.
Kartz and Reimer were on the right track.
Several Androgums vanished into time.
Unfortunately, we were unable to bring them back.
Of course not.
No one can travel through time without a molecular stabilisation system.
We know that now, and that Time Lords possess a symbiotic link with their machines.
- It protects them against destabilisation.
- Guesswork! Don't underestimate Chessene, Doctor.
Hers was the brain behind Kartz and Reimer.
And it was she who first realised that the missing element had to lie somewhere in here.
So what are you going to do? Cut me up piece by piece? Let us say cell by cell and gene by gene until I isolate the symbiotic nuclei.
When did you go mad, Dastari? I assure you I'm not at all mad.
Then you're totally under Chessene's domination! Are you hoping to give her the power of time travel? Is that the idea? I shall put her among the gods.
There need be no limit to her achievement! There'll be no limit to her capacity for evil! She's an Androgum, and she'll snap off the hand that feeds her whenever she feels hungry! 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, of necessity, be painful, but - It'll hurt you more than it hurts me - What gives you that idea? I was going to say at least you'll know you were part of a great undertaking.
You're an irresponsible old fool! The Androgums are barbarians! Release them into time and every civilised people in the galaxy will curse your name! Do you hear me?! Oh, my giddy aunt! Oh, crumbs! - Dastari, why this delay? - Delay? I expected the operation to begin on my arrival.
Time is being wasted! Time is not being wasted.
Such a complex operation needs careful preparation.
You are not efficient.
All that should have been done! The equipment came with us.
How could it have been installed before we got here? Chessene should have brought it! If we'd dismantled my operating theatre any earlier, the station would have been buzzing with speculation.
How long will this operation take? As long as it takes to locate the symbiotic nuclei within the Time Lord's cell structure.
Hours or days.
I cannot say.
Every hour is precious to me, Dastari.
My Ninth Group is forming up for a vital battle in the Madillon Cluster.
If successful, it could change the course of the war.
I have to be there to lead them to victory.
If time is so important, I suggest you take this to the operating theatre, while I fetch the rest of my equipment.
Tea-time already, nurse - I don't understand.
- Just as well.
A face like yours wasn't made for laughing! The operation must begin at once.
- I'm needed at the front.
- Yes, I heard you.
What was it, a vital strike in the Madillon Cluster? Nothing changes! You and the Rutans have become petrified in your attitudes.
Nothing can change until victory is achieved, but I fear I might have made a tactical error.
Oh? I thought Sontarans never made mistakes.
It is not easy being Commander - the loneliness of supreme responsibility.
Why don't you resign, Stike? Take your pension? When I die, it will be alongside my comrades at the front.
Wait here.
- Where are you going? - Just for a scout round.
- Oh, look! - What? - Over there.
- I don't see anything.
Just there.
An exquisite feathered gothic.
If only I'd brought my net! Doctor You have a chance, in death, to help the Sontaran cause! - How can I do that? - Tell Dastari where the symbiotic nuclei is located in your cells.
Vital time will be saved and I can be on my way.
Is that what Chessene has offered you, the knowledge of unlimited time travel? In that case, you should watch your back, Stike! - What? - She's an Androgum, a race to whom treachery is as natural as breathing - a bit like Sontarans! That is for the slur on my people! - For that, I demand satisfaction! - That is impossible! I challenge you to a duel! That is traditional amongst Sontarans, is it not? Ooh, I would dearly love to kill you, but unfortunately you are needed alive.
Release me, Stike! You are not only without honour, you're a coward as well! As you are not a Sontaran, Doctor, you cannot impugn my honour.
Well, that didn't work, did it! What have you got there, Shockeye? A selection of recipes, madam, used by these humans.
It's most interesting.
I cannot think that Shockeye o' the Quancing Grig has anything to learn from humans.
- Do you understand it? - Yes, indeed.
These are Chinese and these are Spanish.
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.
In what ways? Well, I've found many of these books here.
Now, there cannot be a creature on the planet that humans do not kill 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.
It's fascinating! .
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vats of boiling liquid.
The strange thing, however, is that I can find no recipe for cooking the human animal.
There are races that do not eat their own kind.
Oh, but a species that is at the top of the food chain, as these creatures are, must develop the finest flavour of all.
They have the pick of the planet's resources I heard something out there.
I heard nothing.
You were too busy talking about your favourite subject.
I must taste a Tellurian soon.
A young one with a good proportion of meat to the bone.
I am becoming insane for such a feast.
Be patient, Shockeye.
We'll find one for you before we leave Earth.
Indeed, I'll join you at table, for I confess to a certain curiosity myself.
- So you're an actor.
- For my sins.
What are you acting in at the moment? I'm between roles, so I'm managing a restaurant for a friend.
Las Cadenas.
Quiet, Oscar.
Someone's coming! You scared us! Did you have to creep up like that? Were you expecting a brass band - Did you find out anything? - No, but I can sense the Sontarans' presence.
- Who are the Sontarans? - Don't ask.
Just hope you don't meet one! Anita, this Doña Arana, is she tall and dark? No, she's small and frail and has white hair.
It wasn't her, then.
Her companion had his back to me, so I couldn't tell if he's human or not.
What do you mean? That noise you heard was a space craft landing.
That hacienda is now in the possession of what you would term as ''alien beings''.
You are joshing me, officer, are you not? - Joshing? - Was that woman wearing a long grey frock? Couldn't have put it better myself.
- She was at the Space Station! - Was she, now? Dastari said she was a Hungryman or something.
- Androgum? - That's it.
Her features haven't the heaviness of a typical Androgum.
- He said he'd turned her into a genius.
- What a stupid thing to do! - That's what the Doctor said! - I was right! Whatever he's done to her mind, her nature will remain the same.
Androgums have as much emotional capacity as a gumblejack! What's the next move? We have to get into that hacienda without being detected.
I know a secret way into the cellars from the old ice house.
Even better! Peri, you cause a distraction while Jamie and I find out where I'm being held.
- What sort of distraction? - Do I have to think of everything? - Knock on the door and say you're lost! - I don't speak Spanish.
Neither do they.
Right, Anita.
Show us this ice house.
What if a Sontaran answers the door? That's not very likely.
They're keeping out of the way at the moment.
Lead on! Good luck, everyone.
- You can't have a full anaesthetic.
- Doing the job on the cheap, eh? You have to be conscious while the neuron bombardment excites the brain cells.
Your brain cells must have leaked out of your ears, or you wouldn't be involved in this madness! This injection will simply inhibit the motor centres.
Get on with it, Dastari! You're delaying my war effort! If you want this operation to succeed, Group Marshal, you will allow me to proceed as I decide and at the pace I consider appropriate! - Count backwards from ten, Doctor.
- Certainly not! Do you expect me to co-operate in my own murder? I'm dongayollikparl The next step is partially to detach the occipital bone.
- Hello! - Wait! - Shall I come with you? - No, you've done quite enough already.
I want you to collect Oscar and get off the estate as fast as you can.
Anita! - Goodbye.
- Good luck.
American students? Yes, we're planning to send parties every year.
I'm surveying the district for accommodation.
Can I ask, do you live alone or are there other occupants? I live alone.
Apart from my servant.
Wait here, young woman.
We could eat her tonight.
I could make a piquant sauce! Perhaps we shall, but first I must test my suspicions.
What suspicions? The human mind is so flabby and vague, it is hard to read, but she was constantly thinking of the Doctor.
- Huh? - The Doctor.
She could have no knowledge of the Doctor.
How would that be possible? Have Dastari bring him through the hall.
If there is a connection, she will give herself away when she sees him.
And then we can cook her! Mind how you go, Jamie.
This ladder seems Agh! A wee bit rickety.
Is that what you were going to say, Doctor You heard what Shockeye said.
Chessene wants him taken upstairs! - Her orders were quite clear.
- And I order you to continue the operation! Force will get you nowhere, Stike.
If you kill me, you lose all chance of learning the Time Lord's genetic secret.
Very well, but tell Chessene 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! Varl! Come! Militaristic buffoon! Chessene will deal with him.
- Have you ever eaten a Sontaran? - Certainly not! No, nor have I.
They always seem so tough and tasteless.
Help me lift him into the wheelchair.
We should go after them! - Let's look round first.
- There's only two of them.
The Androgum could break us in half with one hand.
- How many bedrooms? - Seven.
I thought you said you lived alone? Visitors.
Take him through.
Is he all right? He has had rather a tiring time lately.
Madam.
Show this young woman round.
She might be particularly interested in the kitchens.
A pleasure, madam.
Thank you, but I think I have all the information I need.
Come! My friends will be waiting for me.
If she has friends, they will come enquiring after her.
I think that was a lie.
Animals always scent danger.
They have to be dragged to the abattoir! They've got it almost exactly right, even down to the briode nebuliser.
Look.
- What is it? - The Kartz-Reimer version of a Tardis.
A Tardis? Will it work? It would if I used it - or any other Time Lord - but not for anyone else.
Why not? This machine has to be primed by the Rassilon Imprimatur - a symbiotic print within the physiology of Time Lords.
Once that's been absorbed into the briode nebuliser, you have a time machine anyone can use.
That's what they didn't understand.
They copied the technology without realising that Rassilon had a second trick up his sleeve.
A most interesting lecture, Time Lord! Ow! Ooh! Pretty, pretty! Here, my pretty one!