BY: GERRY DAVIS AND ROBERT HOLMES
Part Four
Original Air Date: 10 May 1975
Running time: 23:21
LESTER: Harry, don't touch it. Open that buckle and you'll be blown to kingdom come.
HARRY: You mean it's booby trapped?
LESTER: These buckles can't be opened until the Cybermen beam the release signal.
DOCTOR: Harry, were you trying to undo this?
HARRY: Well, naturally.
DOCTOR: Did you make the rocks fall, Harry?
HARRY: Er, well, I suppose I must have done, yes.
DOCTOR: Harry Sullivan is an imbecile!
CYBERMAN: Progression rate has slowed to thirty metres a minute.
LEADER: Then the bombs will explode in eleven minutes from now.
DOCTOR: So where is Sarah?
HARRY: I'm not sure, Doctor. When I last saw her, she was trying to get back to the Beacon.
DOCTOR: What?
HARRY: Yes. You see, we thought you were still up there, and she naturally wanted to warn you about the rocket. Sorry, I can see you're not with me.
DOCTOR: Harry, I'm not with you.
HARRY: No, you see, it seems that Kellman, er, he's dead, by the way. Kellman was really working for the Vogan people, and he got the other half, the, what do you call them?
STEVENSON: Cybermen.
HARRY: Cybermen, that's right. Terribly bad on names. Got the Cybermen up on the Beacon so that they'd be sitting ducks for the Vogan's rocket. Only the Vogans haven't finished the rocket yet, so things have gone a bit wrong.
DOCTOR: Yes.
LESTER: Doctor, we've got about nine minutes.
DOCTOR: Listen, listen, listen! Commander, if you were to keep on going towards the centre, you could draw the radar track away from the rest of us.
STEVENSON: Yes?
DOCTOR: Meantime, Lester and I could take the cross shaft and att*ck the Cybermen from the rear.
LESTER: What with?
DOCTOR: Gold. Plain, old-fashioned gold.
STEVENSON: Well then, Lester? Agreed. Right.
DOCTOR: Good luck, Commander.
STEVENSON: And to you.
DOCTOR: Come on.
CYBERMAN: Our surface party report the Vogan attackers have been driven off with heavy casualties.
LEADER: Order them to intensify the radar signal.
CYBERMAN: It is already at maximum, Leader.
LEADER: The signal is difficult to interpret. What depth have the b*mb carriers reached?
CYBERMAN: Sixteen hundred metres. They are eight minutes from the detonation zone.
LEADER: Eight minutes. In eight minutes the accursed Planet of Gold will be utterly destroyed.
LEADER: Annihilated, vapourised. It is good.
DOCTOR: How much have we got?
LESTER: We've got about five minutes.
DOCTOR: I know we've got five minutes. I mean how much gold dust have we got?
DOCTOR: That might be enough. You know what to do?
HARRY: Yes. Creep as close as we can then chuck this stuff into their chest units.
DOCTOR: You've got it, Harry. Come on.
TYRAM: As the human said, recrimination is pointless now. But I promise you, Vorus, if by some miracle our planet should survive, you will face trial for treason.
VORUS: It's you who should be tried, Tyram. You and your creeping sycophantinous city.
TYRAM: As leader of the Guardians, you abused your trust. You opened the route to the surface. You made clandestine contact with aliens, and you beamed radio transmissions out into space. There are no greater crimes in our calendar.
VORUS: In your calendar, Tyram! Your cowering, furtive, underworld life. If we survive, I will face trial gladly. I will give the people my reasons. I wanted to free them from this tyranny of dark, living rock.
TYRAM: Living the way we had for generations, at least we were safe, Vorus. Safe from the genocidal thr*at of the Cybermen.
VORUS: I had a dream.
TYRAM: A folly, conceived out of arrogance through overweening ambition.
VORUS: We could have traded with other worlds, exchanged our gold for armaments. We could have been strong enough to defend ourselves against Cybermen or any other attackers.
SHEPRAH: Councillor, we are beaten. Our people withdraw and are refusing to att*ck the Cybermen again.
VORUS: Order them back! Command them!
SHEPRAH: I'm sorry, Councillor. We need time to regroup.
VORUS: There is no time.
TYRAM: Come, I will speak to them.
DOCTOR: There they are. Wait till I give the signal.
DOCTOR: Ready?
DOCTOR: Now.
DOCTOR: Come on, Harry. Run for it.
DOCTOR: Come on.
DOCTOR: It's still working.
LEADER: They have lost radar contact.
CYBERMAN: Our information flow from the surface has ceased. The countdown has stopped.
LEADER: Select video picture of Voga. Detonation by manual control.
SARAH: No! No, don't!
CYBERMAN: Shall I destroy the human female?
LEADER: Detonation now!
LEADER: It has failed. Why?
DOCTOR: Well, I'm impressed.
SARAH: Voga. It's still there!
LEADER: Yes. For the moment.
SARAH: Then your plan failed. The Doctor's beaten you.
LEADER: Silence. We have not failed. Our computers are assessing an alternative plan.
SARAH: Your best plan is to get off this Beacon before the Vogans (pause)
LEADER: Continue. The Vogans?
SARAH: Kellman led you into a trap. They've got a rocket aimed right at this
LEADER: You lie.
SARAH: Well, stick around and
LEADER: You lie, because if they had such a rocket, they would have used it by now.
SARAH: All I know is when I left, Kellman said the rocket
LEADER: Kellman? So they have a rocket, but they have not used it. Logical conclusion, the rocket has a malfunction, therefore this information does not affect our plans. We shall proceed. Voga will be destroyed.
TYRAM: We are grateful to you, human, for saving Voga.
DOCTOR: Oh, please, don't call me human. Just Doctor will do very nicely, thank you. Is that your rocket?
VORUS: The Sky Striker, yes. You've delivered our enemies into my hands, Doctor. Magrik, you have news?
MAGRIK: Everything is now ready, Vorus. We can start the countdown.
VORUS: Excellent.
DOCTOR: Er, before you do anything rash, like pressing another button, may I make an alternative suggestion?
VORUS: An alternative?
DOCTOR: Let me take the transmat back to the Beacon and deal with the Cybermen myself.
TYRAM: Yourself? You mean, alone?
DOCTOR: Give me just fifteen minutes. If at the end of that time I haven't come through on the radio, well then you can fire off your rocket.
TYRAM: You've already done so much. Why should you risk your life again in this way?
DOCTOR: I've a young friend on the Beacon. Sarah Jane, the girl who was here. She risked her life to save mine. The least I can do is accept the same risk for her.
VORUS: Bah.
DOCTOR: Just fifteen minutes. Is that so intolerable?
TYRAM: Fifteen minutes then, Doctor, but no longer.
DOCTOR: Thank you, Tyram. There's just one other thing I need.
TYRAM: What's that?
DOCTOR: A bag of gold dust.
TYRAM: Oh, yes.
DOCTOR: Thank you. Harry.
HARRY: Doctor?
DOCTOR: While I'm gone, you'd better find the Commander.
HARRY: I'll try.
VORUS: I have planned for this moment for years, and now as I close the trap you expect me to wait.
LEADER: Point of impact.
CYBERMAN: Twenty seven degrees seven minutes north, a hundred and sixty degrees twenty minutes east. The crust is weakest at this point.
LEADER: Velocity at impact, ten thousand light units.
CYBERMAN: Calculations indicate at maximum thrust, the Beacon will attain that velocity seven minutes before impact.
LEADER: What expl*sive force is required to sunder the planet at that depth?
CYBERMAN: One thousand kilos per unit.
LEADER: Excellent. Then the plan will be ex*cuted.
CYBERMAN: Yes, Leader.
LEADER: Order the bombs to be transferred to the Beacon.
LEADER: The alternative plan will work. When the Beacon crashes into Voga, we shall be watching from a safe distance, but you will have a much closer view.
SARAH: Doc
DOCTOR: (hiding) Shush.
SARAH: Sorry.
DOCTOR: You haven't seen anything of the TARDIS, have you?
SARAH: TARDIS? Listen, Doctor, the Cybermen are loading this Beacon with bombs. They're going to smash it into Voga.
DOCTOR: Are they? And we've got about nine minutes before the Vogans aim their rocket at us. Get the control box. We'll see what we can do.
SARAH: Doctor?
DOCTOR: Yes?
SARAH: It's good to see you.
DOCTOR: Is it?
SARAH: Yes.
DOCTOR: Oh. Right. Come on, quickly then.
LEADER: Carry the bombs to the nose cone. Maximum urgency imperative.
MAGRIK: Seven minutes, Vorus.
VORUS: What can the Doctor do in this time? We should never have agreed to wait.
TYRAM: Stand back from the f*ring button, Vorus! There is, as Magrik says, another seven minutes.
VORUS: Don't worry, Tyram. I can wait. But when I press that button, it will mean more than the end of the Cybermen. It will mean the start of a whole new life here on Voga. A new regime.
TYRAM: That will be for the people to decide.
VORUS: This was my idea, I planned it all. I shall be the people's liberator.
TYRAM: You came very close to being their destroyer.
VORUS: That will be forgotten in my triumph. The people will turn to me. They will beg me to lead them!
HARRY: Any news from the Doctor?
VORUS: No, and I don't expect there will be.
MAGRIK: Five minutes.
SARAH: There's no point filling it with gold dust. It won't att*ck the Cybermen.
DOCTOR: Just you wait and see.
SARAH: What was that?
DOCTOR: They've started the engines.
LEADER: She has been freed. One of her friends from Voga. Perhaps the Doctor.
CYBERMAN: All engines normal. Zero thrust.
LEADER: Increase ten levels. If it was the Doctor, he will make a further attempt to thwart my plan. Therefore he will still be concealed aboard. Search the forward compartments. Locate and destroy all animal organisms.
CYBERMAN: Control response normal. Engine response effective. Thrust five thousand.
LEADER: Engage hyperdrive.
SARAH: Listen.
DOCTOR: Come on, let's hide.
SARAH: You did it.
DOCTOR: Looks like it.
SARAH: Hurry!
DOCTOR: Dusty death. Out, out with
SARAH: Doctor!
DOCTOR: What?
SARAH: Come on!
VORUS: Control to f*ring bunker. Stand by for countdown.
TYRAM: We have another two minutes.
VORUS: The countdown
MAGRIK: Vorus! Look. The target sensor, it's moving.
VORUS: The Beacon's in motion!
MAGRIK: It's coming towards us! It's set on a collision course!
VORUS: Activate f*ring controls!
HARRY: Vorus, you promised the Doctor fifteen minutes.
STEVENSON: Vorus!
VORUS: You fools!
STEVENSON: No, Vorus.
TYRAM: No, Vorus, no!
VORUS: My Sky Striker, my glory.
LEADER: We must evacuate the Beacon in three minutes.
CYBERMAN: Our calculations indicate the fireball will extend one point five million miles.
SARAH: Oh! Doctor!
DOCTOR: All right, all right, all right. You've made your point. We surrender. We surrender.
LEADER: You have interfered once too often, Doctor.
LEADER: Now, tie her up. Tie her up!
TYRAM: The Doctor's time's up. He's failed.
STEVENSON: I'm afraid so.
HARRY: I wouldn't be too sure, Commander.
STEVENSON: His only chance now is to get off the Beacon by the transmat. The rocket is due to impact in six minutes.
LEADER: The Beacon is approaching Voga at ten thousand light units. It is time for us to leave.
DOCTOR: Bye bye.
LEADER: You two are especially privileged. You are about to die in the biggest expl*si*n ever witnessed in this solar system. It will be a magnificent spectacle. Unhappily, you will be unable to appreciate it.
DOCTOR: Nice sense of irony. I thought for a moment he was going to smile.
SARAH: How long have we got, Doctor?
DOCTOR: Judging by the speed at which the rocket is approaching, two or three minutes.
SARAH: The Vogan rocket?
DOCTOR: Yes, that's right.
STEVENSON: They're getting away!
TYRAM: Then the Sky Striker will simply destroy the empty Beacon.
HARRY: If it is empty.
SARAH: Oh, it's no good, Doctor. They won't budge.
DOCTOR: Hmm? I used to untangle Turk's Head eye-splice with the grommets I picked up from Houdini. It should work.
SARAH: Really. Well, you must have tied it wrong. No, wait a minute. You're right, they're loosening!
DOCTOR: Good girl. That rocket's getting too close for comfort.
DOCTOR: Hello, Voga. Hello, Voga. This is Nerva Beacon.
STEVENSON (OOV.): Doctor, is that you?
DOCTOR: Commander, tell Vorus the Cybermen have abandoned the beacon. He's to aim the rocket at the cybership.
STEVENSON: But Doctor, Vorus is dead, and none of us here knows how to operate these controls.
DOCTOR (OOV.): What? Just let me think.
STEVENSON: Let you what?
HARRY: Just let him think.
SARAH: Doctor, it's going to hit any second!
DOCTOR: Commander?
STEVENSON (OOV.): Yes, Doctor.
DOCTOR: There are two levers on the left of the panel. Got them?
STEVENSON: Yes, I've got them.
DOCTOR (OOV.): The top lever controls the angle of flight, and the lower one must be the direction and stabiliser control.
DOCTOR: Cogito ergo sum.
SARAH: What?
DOCTOR: I think, therefore it missed.
SARAH: Yes, but we're still heading for the biggest bang in history!
DOCTOR: Oh, yes. Oh no. They've locked the gyro controls. The flight trimmers are jammed.
SARAH: What does that mean?
DOCTOR: It means we're heading for the biggest bang in history.
TYRAM: The rocket is closing on the Cybermen's ship.
HARRY: A touch more starboard rudder, Commander.
STEVENSON: Come on. Just a few more seconds.
CYBERMAN: There's a m*ssile on our port bow.
LEADER: Engage full thrust! Deploy
HARRY: That's the end of your Cybermen.
TYRAM: Never again will they be a thr*at to Voga. At least we can live without fear.
STEVENSON: Why doesn't the Doctor put the Beacon back on course? I thought he was taking evasive action, but look, he's coming straight towards us.
HARRY: Better give him a whistle, Commander. He does have these absent minded moments.
HARRY (OOV.): Hello, Doctor, can you hear me?
SARAH: Yes, Harry. What is it?
HARRY (OOV.): Hello, Sarah. Look old girl, I don't know if you're aware of it, but you appear to be heading straight for us!
SARAH: Yes, we are aware of it, Harry. Very much so, and we're loaded with cyberbombs.
HARRY: What? Well, you'd better do something, old girl, and quickly.
SARAH (OOV.): The Doctor's doing his best, but
SARAH: The Cybermen have locked the gyro controls.
STEVENSON: It's still coming straight towards us.
TYRAM: It's going to hit. It's going to hit!
DOCTOR: That should do it.
SARAH: We're going to crash!
DOCTOR: Hang on. If I pull her back at this speed, she'll break in half.
DOCTOR: Yes, I think she'll settle down nicely into orbit now.
SARAH: Oh, good.
DOCTOR: I think I'll just set the drift compensators. We don't want it slipping through our fingers.
HARRY: I see old faithful turned up after all.
SARAH: Hi.
DOCTOR: Don't just stand there. Come on.
SARAH: Oh, all go, isn't it.
DOCTOR: I'm needed back on Earth.
SARAH: How do you know?
DOCTOR: I left the Brigadier a space-time telegraph system and told him not to use it unless he had a real emergency on his hands.
SARAH: And he's used it?
DOCTOR: He has. Come on, you two.
HARRY: I say, what about the Commander? Aren't we going to stop and say cheerio?
DOCTOR (OOV.): Come on!
SARAH: Don't argue.
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The Doctor
Tom Baker
Sarah Jane Smith
Elisabeth Sladen
Harry Sullivan
Ian Marter
Commander Stevenson
Ronald Leigh-Hunt
Lester
William Marlowe
Kellman
Jeremy Wilkin
Tyrum
Kevin Stoney
Vorus
David Collings
Warner
Alec Wallis
Magrik
Michael Wisher
Sheprah
Brian Grellis
Cyber-Leader
Christopher Robbie
First Cyberman
Melville Jones
Assistant Floor Manager
Rosemary Hester
Russ Karel
Costumes
Prue Handley
Designer
Roger Murray-Leach
Film Cameraman
Elmer Cossey
Film Editor
Sheila S Tomlinson
Incidental Music
Carey Blyton
Peter Howell
Make-Up
Cecile Hay-Arthur
Producer
Philip Hinchcliffe
Production Assistant
John Bradburn
Production Unit Manager
George Gallaccio
Script Editor
Robert Holmes
Special Sounds
d*ck Mills
Studio Lighting
Derek Slee
Studio Sound
Norman Bennett
Theme Arrangement
Delia Derbyshire
Title Music
Ron Grainer
Visual Effects Designer
James Ward
Tom Baker
Sarah Jane Smith
Elisabeth Sladen
Harry Sullivan
Ian Marter
Commander Stevenson
Ronald Leigh-Hunt
Lester
William Marlowe
Kellman
Jeremy Wilkin
Tyrum
Kevin Stoney
Vorus
David Collings
Warner
Alec Wallis
Magrik
Michael Wisher
Sheprah
Brian Grellis
Cyber-Leader
Christopher Robbie
First Cyberman
Melville Jones
Assistant Floor Manager
Rosemary Hester
Russ Karel
Costumes
Prue Handley
Designer
Roger Murray-Leach
Film Cameraman
Elmer Cossey
Film Editor
Sheila S Tomlinson
Incidental Music
Carey Blyton
Peter Howell
Make-Up
Cecile Hay-Arthur
Producer
Philip Hinchcliffe
Production Assistant
John Bradburn
Production Unit Manager
George Gallaccio
Script Editor
Robert Holmes
Special Sounds
d*ck Mills
Studio Lighting
Derek Slee
Studio Sound
Norman Bennett
Theme Arrangement
Delia Derbyshire
Title Music
Ron Grainer
Visual Effects Designer
James Ward