BY: LOUIS MARKS
Part Three
Original Air Date: 11 October 1975
Running time: 23:50
SARAH: Doctor! Do something.
SORENSON: There is nothing to be done.
VISHINSKY: He has disappeared into the vortex between this universe and the next.
SARAH: No, not the Doctor! He can't be dead.
SORENSON: He has ceased to exist. Controller, it is nearly night. We must prepare to launch.
SALAMAR: I agree. Vishinsky, see the Professor Sorenson's mineral samples are removed.
SORENSON: No. No, you can't leave those canisters behind.
SALAMAR: Those minerals are endangering the safety of my command. They must be jettisoned.
SORENSON: You arrogant young fool. The whole purpose of your command was to get me and that positron material back to our cosmos.
SALAMAR: So that you can be hailed as the saviour of civilisation? No, Professor. My orders were simply to find your party and get back.
SORENSON: If you abandon that material, you destroy years of my life's work.
SALAMAR: You are a civilian aboard a m*llitary vessel. There will be no further argument.
DE HAAN: Carry them in, carry them out. That ought to be the Space Service motto.
MORELLI: Yes, well, they've changed their minds.
DE HAAN: Yeah, well they could have changed their minds first, couldn't they? I mean, just for a change.
MORELLI: Listen, de Haan. The Controller simply wants us to take these canisters outside the take off forcefield area, right?
DE HAAN: Right.
MORELLI: Right.
DE HAAN: It's only another fifty yards multiplied by ten.
DE HAAN: Half my service I spend flying one way, the other half I spend flying back again. They should pay me for staying in one place.
MORELLI: Come on.
SARAH: Doctor! Doctor! Doctor.
DOCTOR: Sarah, Vandervelt's equation of knowledge. Quite wrong.
SARAH: Doctor, come on. Come on. The spaceship, it's leaving. Doctor! Doctor! Doctor, wake up. Doctor!
DE HAAN: All the canisters are off the ship, Controller.
SALAMAR: Good. We'll go for immediate take off, Vishinsky.
VISHINSKY: Commence pressurisation and pre-ignition checks.
REIG (OOV.): Pre-ignition checks commenced.
SALAMAR: Recall the oculoid.
VISHINSKY: Cancel that!
SALAMAR: What?
VISHINSKY: The oculoid picture. Look!
VISHINSKY: Cut the forcefield.
SALAMAR: Are you taking command, Vishinsky?
VISHINSKY: He's alive, Salamar.
SALAMAR: There are higher priorities than recovering corpses.
VISHINSKY: I'm going out for them.
SALAMAR: We must leave this planet before night. Prepare the sick bay.
SORENSON: No.
SORENSON: While still on the surface of Zeta Minor, and within the stable environment of the space probe, positron elements showed a twenty, a twenty percent increase in flux activity. This would seem to indicate a substantially greater, a greater, argh.
VISHINSKY: Electro-function almost non-existent.
SARAH: But he's still alive.
VISHINSKY: Raise the stimulation intensity twelve degrees.
DE HAAN: But that's way over safety margins.
VISHINSKY: Do it!
SARAH: He moved!
DE HAAN: Don't expect too much.
SARAH: What?
DE HAAN: They often move under stimulation. It's the nervous system.
VISHINSKY: He's breathing.
SARAH: He's coming round. Doctor. Doctor?
SALAMAR (OOV.): Stand by for take off. Vishinsky to command area.
VISHINSKY: He'll be all right. Stay with him.
SARAH: Vishinsky. Thanks for helping us.
MORELLI: Pressurisation complete, Controller.
SALAMAR: Activate cyclostimulators.
MORELLI: Power jets locked in.
SALAMAR: Prepare for ignition. Take the countdown, Vishinsky.
VISHINSKY: If we don't make it this time, we never will.
SARAH: Doctor.
DOCTOR: What's the noise?
SARAH: You're all right. We're taking off.
DOCTOR: What? But the canisters. I promised.
SARAH: It's all right. They've been dumped. Your promise as a Time Lord? Well, what happened?
DOCTOR: It's difficult to explain.
SARAH: Well try. What did you do, enter another universe and have a chat with it?
DOCTOR: I communicated.
SARAH: We seem to be having trouble again.
DOCTOR: Oh! Come on.
VISHINSKY: We're not going to make it.
SALAMAR: Activate secondary boosters.
REIG (OOV.): Secondary boosters activated.
VISHINSKY: The syncronisers are hitting red.
MORELLI: Gravity drag increasing.
SALAMAR: I want ten seconds of maximum fuel burn.
VISHINSKY: That's crazy! You
SALAMAR: You heard me. Ten seconds.
MORELLI: Gravity drag still increasing. Height only thirty miles.
VISHINSKY: That's more than gravity. There's antimatter still aboard!
SALAMAR: All the canisters were removed.
DOCTOR: Except for this.
SALAMAR: What's that?
DOCTOR: Antimatter. How else do you think I survived that pool?
SALAMAR: Is there enough there to hold us back?
DOCTOR: Yes.
SALAMAR: You idiot. Morelli, get that to the jettison hatch fast.
DE HAAN: Hey, Morelli, when are we going to get some lights down here? Do you think the command area's the only place anyone's working?
DE HAAN: Morelli? Morelli!
DE HAAN: Morelli.
REIG: Height, two hundred miles.
VISHINSKY: We're in free space, but we're losing speed again.
SALAMAR: Drag is still increasing. I don't understand it.
DOCTOR: Then I suggest you search the ship.
SALAMAR: Oh? Why?
DOCTOR: Because there must still be antimatter aboard. It's the only explanation.
SALAMAR: Impossible.
VISHINSKY: Salamar, we're burning fuel at thirty units over norm. At this rate we'll never make the stellar systems.
SARAH: But that means we'll be marooned in space!
DOCTOR: If we're not vapourised first.
SALAMAR: Vapourised? What do you mean?
DOCTOR: Antimatter in collision with matter causes radiation annihilation. A release of energy more powerful than nuclear fission.
SALAMAR: There is no antimatter aboard this ship!
DOCTOR: And I tell you there is.
DE HAAN: Controller! Controller, Morelli's dead.
SALAMAR: Dead?
DE HAAN: He's been k*lled by some sort of an animal.
VISHINSKY: Animal?
DE HAAN: I saw it in sector three.
VISHINSKY: Restore all walkway lights. All right, de Haan, come on. Show us.
SORENSON: It's all gone so wrong.
SORENSON: Yes?
REIG (OOV.): Report at once to sector three. Controller Salamar wants to see you.
SORENSON: What for?
DOCTOR: Well?
VISHINSKY: The pathology readout is identical to the others. Total dehydration. Even the bone marrow.
SARAH: But how could that thing get on board?
VISHINSKY: I don't know. The forcefield was operating all the time the hatch was open. It was phased to cut in automatically.
DOCTOR: I wonder.
SALAMAR: You're a scientist. You must have formed some theory.
SORENSON: All the deaths appear to have been caused by a technology unknown to us. That would seem to implicate the Doctor and the girl.
SALAMAR: Why?
SORENSON: Well, they're aliens.
SALAMAR: But they were in the command area when Morelli was k*lled.
SORENSON: That machine in the quarantine berth might contain the answer.
VISHINSKY: Crew records. What denomination was Morelli?
DOCTOR: Can I see the printout?
VISHINSKY: Of course.
REIG (OOV.): Morelli was Morestran Orthodox.
VISHINSKY: Oh, one of those.
SARAH: What are you doing?
VISHINSKY: Disposal procedure. We may have to play the last rites but we don't have to listen.
VISHINSKY: Another good soldier gone to the greatest army of them all.
SARAH: Out into space to drift forever.
VISHINSKY: It's clean and tidy.
SARAH: It's horrible.
DOCTOR: Vishinsky, I'd like a medical check on everybody aboard the ship.
VISHINSKY: Why?
DOCTOR: Because someone is contaminated.
SALAMAR: Yes, Doctor, and we want to examine that space machine of yours.
DOCTOR: Why?
SALAMAR: We believe you to be responsible for all the deaths. Unless you cooperate, I shall k*ll you and the girl without compunction.
SARAH: Oh, great. That's the thanks you get for helping people.
DOCTOR: What is all this?
VISHINSKY: The Doctor risked his life on our account.
SALAMAR: That was a ruse to gain our confidence. His real intention is to destroy us.
DOCTOR: Why? For what reason?
SORENSON: There are other civilisations as desperate as we are for new energy sources. My discoveries on Zeta Minor would be of immense value to them.
DOCTOR: Professor Sorenson, has it ever occurred to you that you might be mistaken? That there is no practical method of exploiting antiquark energy?
SORENSON: Oh no, you're wrong. I've spent my life discovering alternative energy.
REIG (OOV.): Controller Salamar. Calling the Controller.
SALAMAR: What is it, Reig?
REIG (OOV.): We're in trouble, sir. The ship's stopped moving.
SALAMAR: That's impossible.
REIG: Sir, the progress register has stopped. We're making no headway.
SALAMAR: I'm coming up. Professor, watch the girl. You, come with us.
SARAH: There's no need to. I'm not going to jump out, am I.
SORENSON: What is your friend's field of science?
SARAH: Oh, everything. He's brilliant.
SORENSON: And he's wrong. He has to be wrong. Antiquarks come in three configurations, exactly as I predicted. All my theoretical calculations have proved this! We shall find a way of discovering the energy!
SARAH: All right. I'm not arguing.
VISHINSKY: We're stationary. Suspended in space.
SALAMAR: It's crazy. The thrusters are still at full power.
DOCTOR: The answer's really very simple. You've come to the end of your piece of elastic.
SALAMAR: What are you talking about?
DOCTOR: It won't stretch any further. In fact, very soon it will start to pull you back.
SALAMAR: Nothing can do that.
DOCTOR: Antimatter can. There's still some aboard and this proves it.
VISHINSKY: You mean the ship will be dragged back to Zeta Minor?
DOCTOR: Yes, faster and faster. Until, of course, we reach the surface, then we'll stop with a bang. The only way to prevent it is to find the antimatter.
SALAMAR: You're diverting attention from what's really causing the trouble. You! You and whatever's in that machine of yours. Something that's draining the power from this ship.
DOCTOR: Salamar, you're wrong again.
SALAMAR: We'll see. Vishinsky, take charge here.
SORENSON: Antimatter is simply matter composed entirely of antiparticles. Therefore, the hypothetical energy available, available, is, is stupendous.
SARAH: What's wrong? Are you all right?
SORENSON: Yes. Yes, I'm
DE HAAN: Oh, Professor, I
DE HAAN: Argh!
DOCTOR: Usually I only entertain friends in the TARDIS.
SALAMAR: Shut up. Open it.
DOCTOR: Externally, as you can see, it resembles a London police box.
SALAMAR: Open it!
DOCTOR (OOV.): Sarah!
DOCTOR: Sarah, what happened?
SARAH: I caught a glimpse of that thing. It was horrible.
DOCTOR: Antiman.
SARAH: Antiman?
DOCTOR: A hybrid creature running amok.
SALAMAR: Don't move! De Haan. You've k*lled de Haan!
DOCTOR: Oh, now listen, Sa
SARAH: Doctor!
SALAMAR: No! They k*lled de Haan.
VISHINSKY: Some thing k*lled de Haan.
SALAMAR: Let's get rid of them before they k*ll us all. Take them to the ejector chamber. Hurry!
SALAMAR: Prepare to eject.
SARAH: You can't do this! It's m*rder!
VISHINSKY: She's right. You have no evidence. You cannot do it.
SALAMAR: How much evidence do you want? The whole crew dead? Eject! Eject.
VISHINSKY: No, Salamar.
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The Doctor
Tom Baker
Sarah Jane Smith
Elisabeth Sladen
Vishinsky
Ewen Solon
Sorenson
Frederick Jaeger
Salamar
Prentis Hancock
Morelli
Michael Wisher
De Haan
Graham Weston
Ponti
Louis Mahoney
Braun
Terence Brook
Baldwin
Tony McEwan
O'Hara
Haydn Wood
Reig
Melvyn Bedford
Writer
Louis Marks
Director
David Maloney
Designer
Roger Murray-Leach
Producer
Philip Hinchcliffe
Script Editor
Robert Holmes
Assistant Floor Manager
Karilyn Collier
Costumes
Andrew Rose
Film Cameraman
Stan Speel, Kenneth McMillan
Film Editor
M A C Adams
Incidental Music
Dudley Simpson
Make-Up
Jenny Shircore
Production Assistant
Malachy Shaw Jones
Production Unit Manager
Janet Radenkovic
Special Sounds
Peter Howell
Studio Lighting
Brian Clemett
Studio Sound
Tony Millier, Brendan Shaw
Theme Arrangement
Delia Derbyshire
Title Music
Ron Grainer
Visual Effects
Dave Havard
Tom Baker
Sarah Jane Smith
Elisabeth Sladen
Vishinsky
Ewen Solon
Sorenson
Frederick Jaeger
Salamar
Prentis Hancock
Morelli
Michael Wisher
De Haan
Graham Weston
Ponti
Louis Mahoney
Braun
Terence Brook
Baldwin
Tony McEwan
O'Hara
Haydn Wood
Reig
Melvyn Bedford
Writer
Louis Marks
Director
David Maloney
Designer
Roger Murray-Leach
Producer
Philip Hinchcliffe
Script Editor
Robert Holmes
Assistant Floor Manager
Karilyn Collier
Costumes
Andrew Rose
Film Cameraman
Stan Speel, Kenneth McMillan
Film Editor
M A C Adams
Incidental Music
Dudley Simpson
Make-Up
Jenny Shircore
Production Assistant
Malachy Shaw Jones
Production Unit Manager
Janet Radenkovic
Special Sounds
Peter Howell
Studio Lighting
Brian Clemett
Studio Sound
Tony Millier, Brendan Shaw
Theme Arrangement
Delia Derbyshire
Title Music
Ron Grainer
Visual Effects
Dave Havard