BY: BOB BAKER
Part Two
Original Air Date: 1 December 1979
Running time: 22:44
RIGG: What the devil was that?
DOCTOR: I don't know.
RIGG: And what in the name of the suns is it doing on board the ship? First a collision, then a dead navigator, and now a monster roaming about my ship! It's totally inexplicable.
DOCTOR: Nothing's inexplicable.
RIGG: Then explain it!
DOCTOR: It's inexplicable. We'd better put it back.
RIGG: It must have been that that got Secker.
DOCTOR: Maybe, but Secker was a dead man already.
RIGG: What do you mean?
DOCTOR: He was taking Vraxoin.
RIGG: Oh, no.
RIGG: None of my passengers could have brought it on board the ship.
DOCTOR: Dymond's ship?
RIGG: No, I've scanned it. Still, I'll scan the Empress again.
DOCTOR: Yes, the Vraxoin must be found.
RIGG: Yes, it's bad stuff.
DOCTOR: Bad stuff? It's the worst. I've seen whole planets ravaged by it while the merchants made fortunes.
RIGG: Your people knew it would be on board, did they?
DOCTOR: What, my people?
RIGG: Well, you're an agent, aren't you?
DOCTOR: No! I'm the Doctor. I keep telling you that.
RIGG: Yes, but who do you work for?
DOCTOR: Work for? I don't work for anybody. I'm just having fun.
RIGG: Everybody works for somebody.
RIGG: If there's any Vraxoin on board, it'll show up on the scan.
DOCTOR: Can you check the whole ship with this?
RIGG: Every nook and cranny. Nothing in the forward section.
DOCTOR: Secker kept his in the luggage area. I took what was left then someone took it from me. After stunning me, that is.
RIGG: Who?
DOCTOR: Yes, who indeed.
RIGG: Nothing.
DOCTOR: Is there any possible shield against that scan?
RIGG: No, no, no.
DOCTOR: Really?
RIGG: Well, any shield would be too small to hide any useful quantity of the stuff.
DOCTOR: Yes, a small thick tube. Very mysterious.
RIGG: But this drug is hardly our most pressing problem.
DOCTOR: Yes, I know, I know. We've got to get the ships separated.
RIGG: Yes, but how to get through to the power unit?
DOCTOR: Yes. You know, there might be a way we can do it using my ship.
RIGG: Your ship?
DOCTOR: Yes.
RIGG: Yes, where is your ship, by the way?
DOCTOR: Oh, around.
RIGG: Well there you go again. How do I know I can trust you?
DOCTOR: Yes. Or I you, Captain.
RIGG: Oh, that's hardly the point.
DOCTOR: Yes, but who's helping whom?
RIGG: All right, what do you want me to do?
DOCTOR: Right, when I give the word, I want Dymond to put his ship on full power. Trust me, Captain.
DELLA: Romana! Are you all right?
ROMANA: I don't know. I think so.
DELLA: What happened?
ROMANA: Oh. I must have fainted.
DELLA: Was it anything to do with the machine?
ROMANA: Yes. I was watching the projection, and then I. Oh. It isn't on anymore. I just felt hot. I must have fainted.
DELLA: I asked you not to put that particular image on.
ROMANA: Yes, I know, but as I was on my own I thought I'd just have another look. Besides, you assured me that it was perfectly safe, didn't you.
DELLA: Of course. I'll tell you what. I'll get you something to drink. You look quite pale.
RIGG: Ah, Della.
DELLA: Oh, hello, Captain.
RIGG: That's just what I was after.
DELLA: Oh, it's for Romana. She's fainted. I'll get one for you.
RIGG: Fainted, you say? It wasn't something she saw, was it?
DELLA: No, I think she just felt hot.
RIGG: Oh, why don't I just take this one.
DELLA: Help yourself.
RIGG: Thanks.
DOCTOR: I want to get as close as possible.
K9: Predict only sixty percent chance of success, master.
DOCTOR: Tell me, K9, how is it that, how is it you always look on the black side of things?
DOCTOR: Here am I, trying a little lateral thinking, and what do you do? You trample all over it with logic.
K9: It is a question of the localised power available, master. I predict
DOCTOR: Sixty percent. I heard you, I heard you. But it's worth a try. Now, come on. Let's go and find your mistress. Come on. Come on.
DYMOND: I've got to be away soon or I'll lose my contract. A year's work for nothing. Do you realise that? It's all your fault, Captain. You were off course.
RIGG: And you shouldn't have been in that sector.
TRYST: Gentlemen, please. Blaming each other won't help anything. The only person who seems to be able to do anything constructive is the Doctor, and we must support him.
RIGG: Yes, yes. I just wish we knew more about him. You know he's got some bee in his bonnet about drug smuggling on the ship.
TRYST: Drug smuggling?
RIGG: Yes. There isn't any evidence to back up his suspicions. There isn't a trace of any drug anywhere on the ship at all. Still, I think that's the least of our worries.
DOCTOR: Are you sure about that? That creature came through the picture?
ROMANA: Yes.
DOCTOR: You were right about this machine. It is unstable, and that creature's escaped from its electric zoo. I wonder where it came from?
ROMANA: A planet called Eden.
DOCTOR: Eden?
ROMANA: Do you know it?
DOCTOR: Well, it rings a bell.
TRYST: Ah, Doctor. I have a message for you. Oh, I'm so delighted that you are taking an interest in my CET machine.
DOCTOR: I'm absolutely amazed.
TRYST: Yes. Well, it is rather impressive, isn't it.
DOCTOR: No, I mean I'm amazed at you, Tryst, using a machine like this when it's still so primitive. The whole thing's utterly unstable.
TRYST: Well, I value your opinion, Doctor.
DOCTOR: Good, good. I value my life and this machine makes me feel for it.
TRYST: It does?
DOCTOR: Yes.
TRYST: Well, what do you think is so wrong?
DOCTOR: Well, at a rough guess I'd say the spatial integrator, transmutation oscillator, hologistic retention circuit. Shall I go on?
TRYST: Yes.
DOCTOR: Dimensional osmosis damper?
TRYST: Er, the what?
DOCTOR: You mean you haven't even got a dimensional osmosis damper? Professor, you don't realise how unstable this machine is.
TRYST: Yes, yes, all right, Doctor. In spite of your interest, I have decided to shut it off until I've had a chance to make some adjustments.
DOCTOR: Well, I'm delighted to hear it.
TRYST: Yes, no, no, and it doesn't matter what you are saying, I'm going to switch it off.
DOCTOR: Good!
TRYST: Yes. Oh, I nearly forgot.
DOCTOR: What?
TRYST: The message. The separation of the ships. Dymond is waiting for you.
DOCTOR: I'm on my way. Romana, off to the TARDIS. I'll give you details later. Tryst! Don't you forget to switch that off.
RIGG: You know what, Dymond? The Empress has eaten your ship. Ha ha! Eaten it.
DYMOND (on monitor): I don't see why you find it so funny. After all, you stand to lose your Captaincy over this.
RIGG: Yeah, I know, I know, I know. I mean, that's funny in itself, isn't it.
DOCTOR: Stay there, K9. Stay there. Right then, Dymond. Ready for another try? I want you to put your ship on full power. Not now. When I tell you.
DYMOND (on monitor): Right, Doctor.
RIGG: Where are you going to be, Doctor?
DOCTOR: Here, if it's all right with you. Romana's in my ship. I can keep an eye on things from here.
RIGG: Oh, be my guest.
DOCTOR: Thank you. Romana?
ROMANA (on monitor): All ready, Doctor.
DOCTOR: Good, good. We're just waiting on Dymond. K9?
K9: Yes, master?
DOCTOR: Just in case your prediction is correct, go along to one of the blurred areas and take a reading for me.
K9: Affirmative.
DOCTOR: Good dog.
K9: Success only sixty percent owing to factors of localised energy.
DYMOND (on monitor): Ready when you are, Doctor.
DOCTOR: Good. Start building up power.
RIGG: Well, I'll leave you to it, Doctor. I'm thirsty.
DOCTOR: Romana, get ready. What did you say? Romana, get ready.
DYMOND (on monitor): I'll have to switch off, Doctor. My ship's breaking up.
DOCTOR: No, no. Come on, Dymond, now. Don't lose your nerve. We're almost there. Just a bit longer.
DYMOND (on monitor): No, she won't take it!
DOCTOR: Romana, switch off. Something's wrong. I'll go and find K9. He's taking a reading for me.
DOCTOR: K9? K9, where are you? K9? He must have slipped through. Good boy, K9!
A figure in passenger coveralls and dark glasses comes out of a door behind the Doctor. He turns.)
DOCTOR: Ah, could I have a word with you, please?
WOMAN: What's going on?
DOCTOR: I'm looking for a man dressed just like you.
MAN: When are we going to land? We've been stuck for ages. How much longer?
DOCTOR: Which way did he go? This way?
MAN 2: Maybe that's the entertainment?
DOCTOR: Excuse me.
DOCTOR: Excuse me.
WOMAN 2: What's the meaning of this? Why aren't we going down to Azure?
DOCTOR: I promise you, everything possible is being done.
WOMAN 2: But what are they doing about it?
DOCTOR: Here, have a jelly baby and don't forget to brush your teeth.
DOCTOR: I only wanted a word with you, whoever you are. You took something from me, old chap. I'd rather like to have it back.
RIGG: Little ships in big ships. Ships in bottles. Russian dolls, that's what it's like. You remember those?
ROMANA: Yes, I do. I wonder if the people who made them realised they were making a model of the universe?
RIGG: A what? Eh?
ROMANA: As a primitive concept, you know.
TRYST: I don't think the Captain is in a mood to discuss philosophy. Can I get you anything, Rigg? A caffetine capsule, perhaps?
RIGG: No, let's talk about life while I await my dismissal and eventual execution for dereliction of duty and I really couldn't care less.
TRYST: Oh, come on, Captain. The Doctor may still come up with something.
RIGG: The Doctor. The enigmatic, almighty Mister Fix-it. He's failed again and I don't care about that either.
ROMANA: Not yet. I'd better go and see what he's doing.
TRYST: Oh, please.
RIGG: Hey. Hey, it's them. They're the ones who are doing the drug smuggling, you know? So the Doctor isn't going to do anything at all, right?
DOCTOR: I just want to talk to you. I promise you, you'll enjoy it. Stop!
RIGG: Okay, so the Doctor's an agent. Yes, that's it. He's a narcotics agent.
TRYST: And we must give him all the help that we can. Here, drink this. It'll make you feel better. There. And Romana, is she an agent too?
RIGG: What if she is? I mean, I don't care. What does it matter? I mean, nothing matters at all.
ROMANA: Doctor?
DOCTOR: What are you doing?
ROMANA: Doctor? Where are you?
ROMANA: Doctor! Are you all right? There's a creature in there. It's horrible. We've got to get away. What were you doing in there? Come on!
DOCTOR: Romana, stop. Do you know I've just come through an interface? That's no mean feat. I'm not even sure I'm all here.
ROMANA: You mean you've been right through to the other side?
DOCTOR: Yes, I have, I have. Did you see anyone while I was in there? Coveralls, dark glasses.
ROMANA: Well, someone sh*t at that creature and drove it off.
DOCTOR: It must have been the chap I was chasing. The fellow who jumped me in the luggage section. Still, I know something about him now. He dropped his radiation band in the struggle just now. Look. Volante.
ROMANA: Tryst's ship?
DOCTOR: Yes.
DELLA: What's the matter with Captain Rigg?
TRYST: Oh, I think he (?) a little too much, but he'll be all right.
DELLA: Good. I thought you told the Doctor you wouldn't use the CET again?
TRYST: Ah, yes, but I'm using for his benefit, Della.
DELLA: Oh?
TRYST: Yes. The Doctor is looking for someone on this ship who is carrying Vraxoin.
DELLA: Vrax?
TRYST: Yes, Vrax. The Doctor is probably a narcotics agent, so we are all under suspicion. So I thought perhaps that we might put our own house in order, as it were.
DELLA: How do you mean?
TRYST: Well, Della, I've been thinking about Stott, our sadly lamented crewman and your close friend, and his strange behaviour on Eden. Might it be him who discovered a new source of Vrax? But he d*ed, of course, didn't he.
DELLA: What are you suggesting?
TRYST: No, Della, I'm sorry to do this, but I must be certain about a few things, not the least to eliminate the possibility that the Volante and my expedition was used to transport this detestable substance. Now let us assume, for a moment, that it was Stott. He must have had an accomplice. Someone who would take over from him when he d*ed.
DELLA: Are you accusing me?
TRYST: No, no, no, I'm not accusing you, Della. I'm just asking you. Was it Stott?
DELLA: Of course not. I knew him. He wouldn't do anything like that.
TRYST: Then why did he disappear for two hours on Eden, the day before he was k*lled?
DELLA: I don't know. I don't know anything about that.
TRYST: Of course.
DOCTOR: Rigg said Tryst and Della were the only ones from the expedition to come aboard.
ROMANA: A stowaway?
DOCTOR: Well, we have to ask Rigg.
ROMANA: He's hit the bottle.
DOCTOR: What?
ROMANA: He doesn't care about anything anymore. He just laughs and giggles the whole time, sick grin on his face.
DOCTOR: Well, that doesn't sound like drunkenness to me.
ROMANA: Vraxoin? Where from?
DOCTOR: Well, inside the projection set. It's the only place. Romana, we've got no choice.
ROMANA: What do you want to do?
DOCTOR: What we have to do. We've got to get inside that machine. Come on.
TRYST: Ah, Doctor. Doctor, Rigg has told me about the dr*gs.
DOCTOR: Oh, really.
TRYST: Yes. Doctor, I believe I can help you over this problem.
DOCTOR: You can?
TRYST: Yes. Er.
DOCTOR: Romana, please.
TRYST: Doctor, I'm very sad to say that I think the dr*gs were smuggled on board my ship, and I'm pretty certain I know who it was.
DOCTOR: You are?
TRYST: Yes. One of my crew. But he was k*lled. But I think he passed the dr*gs on before he d*ed.
DOCTOR: Yes.
TRYST: Yes. To Della.
DOCTOR: What!
TRYST: I question her, of course, but she wouldn't admit it.
DOCTOR: Well, maybe it's because she's innocent. How'd you know she did it?
TRYST: Doctor
DYMOND (OOV.): Calling the Doctor. Would the Doctor please report to the bridge immediately.
DOCTOR: Thank you, Tryst.
DOCTOR: Did you hear that?
ROMANA: Della, indeed.
K9: Have located power unit. Awaiting instructions, master.
DYMOND: Ah, Doctor. This is Waterguard Fisk and Landing Officer Costa of the Azurian Excise. I've been telling them
DOCTOR: Good, good. Now listen.
FISK: Can I see your ident plaque?
DOCTOR: Can I just tell you something, please?
FISK: Let me see it. Now.
DOCTOR: On this ship
FISK: The plaque, please, sir.
COSTA: (to Romana) And yours, please.
ROMANA: I haven't got one.
DOCTOR: Neither have I.
FISK: That's extremely serious.
DOCTOR: dr*gs. Vraxoin.
FISK: Names and dates of birth. Come on, come on.
ROMANA: Romana.
FISK: Romana who?
DOCTOR: Will you please listen? Someone aboard this ship is smuggling dr*gs.
COSTA: Name and date of birth.
DOCTOR: Well how would I know? I don't even know who he is yet.
COSTA: Your name and date of birth.
DOCTOR: Oh, well, I'm called the Doctor. Date of birth difficult to remember. Sometime quite soon, I think.
FISK: I would advise you not to play the fool with us.
ROMANA: We wouldn't want to.
DOCTOR: Would you please listen? Vraxoin is the biggest k*ller drug in existence and it's on this ship!
FISK: All in good time.
DOCTOR: There's no good time. The criminals must be caught.
FISK: Costa.
COSTA: Right. I'll start with you.
COSTA: She's clean.
DOCTOR: You're wasting your time.
FISK: What is it?
COSTA: Vraxoin. Traces of it in his pocket.
FISK: So, the criminals must be caught, eh, Doctor?
DOCTOR: Oh, for heaven's sake, Fisk
FISK: You're under arrest.
DOCTOR: All right. Can I just say one thing at this moment?
FISK: Well?
DOCTOR: It's simply that. Look!
DOCTOR: We've only got a few seconds.
DOCTOR: Quick, Romana. CET machine, quickly.
ROMANA: It's running.
DOCTOR: Get me Eden.
ROMANA: Now what do we do?
DOCTOR: Test that theory of mine. Come on.
ROMANA: But we can't. It's unstable!
DOCTOR: Come on, Romana. We must, we must.
ROMANA: We'll get torn apart.
DOCTOR: We've got no alternative. Come on. Come on.
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The Doctor
Tom Baker
Romana
Lalla Ward
Voice of K9
David Brierley
Tryst
Lewis Fiander
Dymond
Geoffrey Bateman
Captain Rigg
David Daker
Stott
Barry Andrews
Della
Jennifer Lonsdale
Fisk
Geoffrey Hinsliff
Costa
Peter Craze
Secker
Stephen Jenn
Crewmen
Richard Barnes
Sebastian Stride
Eden Phillips
Passengers
Annette Peters
Lionel Sansby
Peter Roberts
Maggie Petersen
Director
Alan Bromly
Director
Graham Williams (Graham Williams decided to dispense with Alan Bromly's services toward the end of the story's second studio session and directed the remainder himself
without on-screen credit)
Assistant Floor Manager
Val McCrimmon
Costumes
Rupert Jarvis
Designer
Roger Cann
Incidental Music
Dudley Simpson
Make-Up
Joan Stribling
Producer
Graham Williams
Production Assistant
Carolyn Montagu
Production Unit Manager
John Nathan-Turner
Script Editor
Douglas Adams
Special Sounds
d*ck Mills
Studio Lighting
Warwick Fielding
Studio Sound
Anthony Philpott
Theme Arrangement
Delia Derbyshire
Title Music
Ron Grainer
Visual Effects
Colin Mapson
Writer
Bob Baker
Tom Baker
Romana
Lalla Ward
Voice of K9
David Brierley
Tryst
Lewis Fiander
Dymond
Geoffrey Bateman
Captain Rigg
David Daker
Stott
Barry Andrews
Della
Jennifer Lonsdale
Fisk
Geoffrey Hinsliff
Costa
Peter Craze
Secker
Stephen Jenn
Crewmen
Richard Barnes
Sebastian Stride
Eden Phillips
Passengers
Annette Peters
Lionel Sansby
Peter Roberts
Maggie Petersen
Director
Alan Bromly
Director
Graham Williams (Graham Williams decided to dispense with Alan Bromly's services toward the end of the story's second studio session and directed the remainder himself
without on-screen credit)
Assistant Floor Manager
Val McCrimmon
Costumes
Rupert Jarvis
Designer
Roger Cann
Incidental Music
Dudley Simpson
Make-Up
Joan Stribling
Producer
Graham Williams
Production Assistant
Carolyn Montagu
Production Unit Manager
John Nathan-Turner
Script Editor
Douglas Adams
Special Sounds
d*ck Mills
Studio Lighting
Warwick Fielding
Studio Sound
Anthony Philpott
Theme Arrangement
Delia Derbyshire
Title Music
Ron Grainer
Visual Effects
Colin Mapson
Writer
Bob Baker