BY ROBERT BANKS STEWART
PART TWO
Original Air Date: 5th March, 1976
5:30pm - 5:55pm
SCORBY: You'd think butter wouldn't melt in her mouth. Keep watch.
KEELER: What're you doing, Scorby?
SCORBY: I don't like g*ns in the wrong hands.
KEELER: There's no need for that. They're not going to try and sh**t us.
SCORBY: I'd rather not give them the chance. I said keep watch.
KEELER: I wish you'd stop behaving like some cheap gangster. All we've come here for is to confirm that this pod is something unusual, that's all.
SCORBY: You don't think we're going to fly back empty-handed, do you?
KEELER: But, we can't. Scorby! We'd never get away with it.
SCORBY: Are you a betting man, Keeler?
KEELER: Now just a minute. This is the first you've said. I want to know exactly what it is you're planning.
SCORBY: All right, Keeler. Tomorrow, we did a nice big hole in the snow. Big enough for, say, five bodies. We fill it up, we take the pod, we fly home. No witnesses, nothing. Just another lost expedition.
KEELER: You're mad. You're mad. You're mad. I'm not doing that. Oh, no.
SCORBY: You'll do it, Keeler. You'll do exactly as you're told. Otherwise we'll just make the hole a little bigger.
DOCTOR: Ready, Stevenson.
STEVENSON: I'm sure
SARAH: I think Moberley's dead.
STEVENSON: What?
SARAH: This way.
STEVENSON: Did you see his face? Where's he gone?
DOCTOR: He left after k*lling Moberley.
STEVENSON: I don't believe it. You mean to say Charles did that?
DOCTOR: Not Charles, the alien.
STEVENSON: Alien?
DOCTOR: Not of this world, Stevenson. I told you he was changing form. Already his mind's been taken over. Very soon his entire body will alter.
SARAH: Into a Krynoid.
DOCTOR: Yes. There'll be a transition period, a grotesque parody of the human form. By now, Winlett himself no longer exists and we must destroy what he's become.
KEELER: Scorby, someone's coming.
SARAH: You okay?
SCORBY: Yeah, a lot better, thanks. What's the trouble?
STEVENSON: We're going out.
SCORBY: You're joking. In this weather?
STEVENSON: Yes, Mister Scorby, in this weather.
DOCTOR: Come on, Stevenson. We don't have much time.
STEVENSON: Ready, Doctor.
DOCTOR: I hope that's the answer. Stay warm.
KEELER: What the devil's going on?
SCORBY: What do you think I am, a mind reader? Anyway, come on. Now's our chance.
KEELER: What do you mean? What do you mean? What do you mean? Do what?
SCORBY: To find the pod.
DUNBAR: I tell you something has happened out there. We've had a telex message saying an infection has broken out.
CHASE: Infection? What sort of infection?
DUNBAR: Apparently a virus conveyed by the pod. Now, if you get that pod, you'll probably have to take precautions.
CHASE: If? There's no question of if. I have sent my most efficient man.
DUNBAR: To Antarctica?
CHASE: Yes. It will be easier to acquire the pod there rather than wait for its arrival in England and the resultant publicity. By that time it will be better protected than the Crown Jewels.
DUNBAR: You're going well outside the law, Mister Chase.
CHASE: I understand policemen are few and far between in the Antarctic.
DUNBAR: Look, if there are any repercussions, have I your word you'll preserve my anonymity.
CHASE: Don't worry, I always take care of my employees. It wouldn't do if a public servant of your standing were found betraying trust and selling secrets, would it.
DUNBAR: No. On the other hand, I took up a career hoping to reach the top, but I've seen time-serving nonentities promoted over my head.
CHASE: Yes, it must be most galling. The only alternative is to seek other forms of reward, which you have most sensibly done. I think you will find this is the amount we agreed for your, er, help.
DUNBAR: Yes, it's most generous.
CHASE: A fair exchange, Dunbar. You want money, and I want that pod.
DOCTOR: What's that down there?
STEVENSON: It's our generator plant.
SARAH: Why so far from base?
STEVENSON: Safety measure. It's a new fuel cell system being tested out here for the first time.
DOCTOR: Let's take a look.
SCORBY: You're supposed to be the botanist. Where would you keep this pod?
KEELER: I don't know. I suppose it must be here somewhere. Careful, that valuable.
SCORBY: So what? There'll be nobody left to use it after we're finished.
RADIO (OOV.): This is South Bend calling Camp Five. Come in, Camp Five. Over.
KEELER: Scorby, what do we do?
RADIO (OOV.): This is South Bend calling Camp Five. Come in, Camp Five. Over.
SCORBY: Camp Five receiving you. Over.
RADIO (OOV.): Is that you, Derek?
SCORBY: Er, yes. Come in, South Bend.
RADIO (OOV.): The weather's clearing this end. The marines'll get the medic through as soon as possible.
SCORBY: Have they left yet?
RADIO (OOV.): They're leaving right now.
SCORBY: Look, cancel them, will you? We don't need them any more. Everything's under control here.
RADIO (OOV.): Hello? Is that you, Derek? Hello? Hello, Derek, is that you? Derek?
DOCTOR: It left the place in a blizzard. It'll try to find shelter somewhere.
STEVENSON: I don't think this has been disturbed.
DOCTOR: It's as well to make sure.
KEELER: Hey, Scorby, I think I've found it. Look.
KEELER: Now, that's the pod in Dunbar's photograph, but
SCORBY: Somebody's cut it open.
KEELER: No, no, no, no, no. No, this wasn't cut. This must have germinated.
SCORBY: What do you mean, germinated?
KEELER: I mean that this pod has opened as part of its natural cycle to release a sh**t or something.
SCORBY: Yeah, but its the actual plant that Chase wants, right?
KEELER: Right.
SCORBY: Well, we'd better find it, then, hadn't we, and quick.
STEVENSON: No, I'm afraid Winlett must have collapsed somewhere.
DOCTOR: Don't you ever listen, Stevenson? Winlett, Winlett, Winlett. Winlett as a man no longer exists.
SARAH: All right then, he's a plant or a vegetable or whatever he is now. He's going to have even less resistance to cold, isn't he?
STEVENSON: You know, I find this very hard to take. You're telling me that these things are inimicable to the whole of animal creation?
DOCTOR: Inimicable? They're lethal.
STEVENSON: How do you know?
DOCTOR: Never mind how I know, Stevenson, just take it from me. On any planet where the Krynoid gets established, all animal life is extinguished.
SARAH: There's no danger now, is there? I mean, we've got the second pod in the freezer, and Winlett
DOCTOR: Winlett?
SARAH: The Krynoid is very likely frozen stiff under the snow somewhere.
DOCTOR: I hope you're right.
SARAH: So do I.
KEELER: Good grief! Look at that mark, Scorby. What could have caused that? That's the man who
SCORBY: Yeah, I know.
STEVENSON: I'll be with you in a moment. I want to check something.
SCORBY (OOV.): In here, Doctor!
DOCTOR: Whatever you do, don't touch him. Don't touch him.
SCORBY: Get your hands up. Turn around, Doctor.
SCORBY: Facing this way.
DOCTOR: Have we annoyed you or something?
SCORBY: Shut up. Okay, start talking.
DOCTOR: Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart had perfect pitch.
SCORBY: What happened to him?
DOCTOR: Who, Wolfgang Amadeus? Oh, him. Oh, he d*ed.
KEELER: How?
SCORBY: We gathered that.
DOCTOR: It happened because of a pod.
KEELER: The pod?
SCORBY: Look, Doctor, there's already one corpse in here. I can easily double that number.
SARAH: Look, he's telling you the
SCORBY: Stay where you are.
DOCTOR: There's been an accident. One of the men was infected.
KEELER: By the pod?
SARAH: He went mad.
DOCTOR: Yes, you could say he's not quite himself.
SCORBY: Where is he now?
SARAH: We don't know. Somewhere out there.
KEELER: Oh, you mean you have a homicidal maniac on the loose?
DOCTOR: Oh, much more dangerous than that, and he's desperate for food and warmth. There's only one place he can find food and warmth.
SCORBY: You mean this camp.
DOCTOR: It's a comforting thought, isn't it. I think we should lock all the doors and windows.
KEELER: What are we going to do, Scorby?
SCORBY: Easy. I think it's time we got some real answers. But not in here. Why don't we make ourselves a little more comfortable? Come on, move.
SCORBY: Okay, that'll do. Watch the door. Now then, Doctor, let's have the truth. Where's the plant that came out of the pod?
DOCTOR: That grew in the bed that was part of the garden close to the house that Jack
SARAH: Jack built.
SCORBY: I'm not a patient man, Doctor.
DOCTOR: Well, your candour does you credit. However, you're too late.
SCORBY: What do you mean?
DOCTOR: Odd things have been happening. Odd and dangerous. I don't thing you'd understand.
SCORBY: Try me.
DOCTOR: All right. At its simplest, the man who went mad is no longer a man in any sense you'd recognise.
KEELER: Well, if he's not a man, what is he?
DOCTOR: An alien lifeform.
SCORBY: I said I wanted some straight answers, Doctor.
STEVENSON (OOV.): Doctor?
KEELER: Scorby! Somebody's coming.
STEVENSON (OOV.): Doctor? Miss Smith? Where are you?
SCORBY: In here.
SCORBY: Come and join the party.
STEVENSON: Drop that g*n. I said, drop that g*n!
SCORBY: Not very friendly, are we.
STEVENSON: What's happening?
DOCTOR: For some reason, these two want to get their hands on the pod.
STEVENSON: (quietly) The pod's still safe? They haven't taken it out
SCORBY: What did you say? Taken it out? Taken it out of where?
KEELER: They've got a second pod.
SCORBY: Then we're not going back empty handed, are we? Where is it?
DOCTOR: Oh, don't be a bigger fool than you already are. Don't you understand anything? It's dangerous.
SCORBY: I asked you a question, Doctor. Where is the pod?
SCORBY: Where is it? Stubborn pair, aren't you.
SCORBY: This time I'm not joking.
DOCTOR: It's in the freezer.
SCORBY: That's better. You show me.
SCORBY: Okay, watch these two.
KEELER: No, no, no, I don't want it.
SCORBY: I said, watch them!
SCORBY: Come on, move.
DOCTOR: Don't worry, you're all right with us. We won't hurt you.
SCORBY: Bring it here. Are there any more?
STEVENSON: No, this is unique now. Priceless, as you are no doubt aware.
SCORBY: So what's to stop this breaking open like the other one?
STEVENSON: It's quite safe at this temperature.
SCORBY: Well, it's going on a little journey. You must have something here to keep it cool.
STEVENSON: We have thermal containers.
SCORBY: Get one. There's something I don't quite understand. Where does the power come from to keep this place going?
STEVENSON: We have a new fuel cell system half a mile from here.
SCORBY: This alien creature could be hiding there.
STEVENSON: No, we checked that an hour ago.
DOCTOR: I'd give your arm a rest, if I were you.
SARAH: Yes, we're not likely to run away.
DOCTOR: You don't like v*olence, do you, Keeler? Not like your friend. What are you, a scientist? Botanist, perhaps. Is that it? Were you sent here to identify the pod? Surely you understand the implications of what I'm saying?
KEELER: We know what we're doing.
DOCTOR: I wish I could believe you.
KEELER: Shut up, shut up!
SARAH: You remember what happened to Winlett. Well, things are getting out of control and you don't know how to handle it. If you release us, then we can fight it together.
KEELER: Oh, for God's sake let's get out of here quickly before that monster thing comes back.
SCORBY: Stop panicking. Tie him up. Tim him up.
KEELER: Rope. Excuse me.
SCORBY: You can say your goodbyes now, Doctor.
KEELER: You're not going to sh**t them in cold blood?
SCORBY: Why not? No, I've got a better idea. Come here, miss.
DOCTOR: Where are you taking her?
SCORBY: Sit down! Come on, move.
DOCTOR: Scorby! Scorby! Scorby!
SCORBY: Take us to the power plant.
SARAH: I don't know what you mean.
SCORBY: Come on, don't try to be funny. You checked it an hour ago. Now, come on, move.
STEVENSON: It's hopeless.
DOCTOR: Nothing's hopeless. All we have to do is think.
KEELER: What's that thing, Scorby?
SCORBY: This power system provides energy for the whole camp. There are wires running from here to every building. So we don't need to dig a hole after all. We just obliterate them. A real fireworks display.
SARAH: That's m*rder. Cold-blooded m*rder.
DOCTOR: Come on, quick, get over here. And keep still. I don't want to sever a blood vessel. Okay?
STEVENSON: Right.
KEELER: It is, it's m*rder. It is cold-blooded m*rder!
SCORBY: Look, you do exactly as you're told or you go up with it, Arnold.
SARAH: He doesn't have to k*ll us. You've got the pod.
SCORBY: There, that should do it. That b*mb will set off a fault in the system that'll blow the whole camp to smithereens, leaving no trace whatsoever. It's ingenious, don't you think?
KEELER: No! No! I can't let you do it.
SCORBY: It's too lake, Keeler. I've started the countdown. Now, let's get out.
SCORBY: You shouldn't have long to wait. Ten minutes at the outside.
DOCTOR: Contact the main base on the radio.
STEVENSON: Right.
DOCTOR: See if they can intercept that aeroplane.
STEVENSON: What about the Krynoid?
DOCTOR: We'll just have to take a chance on that.
DOCTOR: Sarah!
STEVENSON: Hello, main base. Hello, main base. Can you hear me? Over.
SARAH: Doctor! Quick, quick.
DOCTOR: What's the hurry?
SARAH: There's a time b*mb over there. We've only got seconds. Where's Stevenson?
DOCTOR: I'll have to try and warn him.
DOCTOR: There.
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Doctor Who
TOM BAKER
Sarah Jane Smith
ELISABETH SLADEN
Harrison Chase
TONY BECKLEY
Scorby
JOHN CHALLIS
Arnold Keeler
MARK JONES
John Stevenson
HUBERT REES
Charles Winlett
JOHN GLEESON
Derek Moberley
MICHAEL McSTAY
Richard Dunbar
KENNETH GILBERT
Sir Colin Thackeray
MICHAEL BARRINGTON
Hargreaves
SEYMOUR GREEN
Written by
ROBERT BANKS STEWART
Production Assistant
GRAEME HARPER
Production Unit Manager
JANET RADENKOVIC
Title Music by
RON GRAINER AND BBC RADIOPHONIC WORKSHOP
Title Sequence
BERNARD LODGE
Incidental Music by
GEOFFREY BURGON
Special Sound
d*ck MILLS
Costume Designer
BARBARA LANE
Make-Up
ANN BRIGGS
Visual Effects Designer
RICHARD CONWAY
Studio Lighting
JOHN DIXON
Studio Sound
JOHN HOLMES
O.B. Lighting
CLIVE POTTER
O.B. Sound
VIC GODRICH
Script Editor
ROBERT HOLMES
Designers
ROGER MURRAY-LEACH
JEREMY BEAR
Producer
PHILIP HINCHCLIFFE
Directed by
DOUGLAS CAMFIELD
BBC COLOUR
© BBC 1975
TOM BAKER
Sarah Jane Smith
ELISABETH SLADEN
Harrison Chase
TONY BECKLEY
Scorby
JOHN CHALLIS
Arnold Keeler
MARK JONES
John Stevenson
HUBERT REES
Charles Winlett
JOHN GLEESON
Derek Moberley
MICHAEL McSTAY
Richard Dunbar
KENNETH GILBERT
Sir Colin Thackeray
MICHAEL BARRINGTON
Hargreaves
SEYMOUR GREEN
Written by
ROBERT BANKS STEWART
Production Assistant
GRAEME HARPER
Production Unit Manager
JANET RADENKOVIC
Title Music by
RON GRAINER AND BBC RADIOPHONIC WORKSHOP
Title Sequence
BERNARD LODGE
Incidental Music by
GEOFFREY BURGON
Special Sound
d*ck MILLS
Costume Designer
BARBARA LANE
Make-Up
ANN BRIGGS
Visual Effects Designer
RICHARD CONWAY
Studio Lighting
JOHN DIXON
Studio Sound
JOHN HOLMES
O.B. Lighting
CLIVE POTTER
O.B. Sound
VIC GODRICH
Script Editor
ROBERT HOLMES
Designers
ROGER MURRAY-LEACH
JEREMY BEAR
Producer
PHILIP HINCHCLIFFE
Directed by
DOUGLAS CAMFIELD
BBC COLOUR
© BBC 1975