BY: PETER GRIMWADE
Part One
First Air Date: 1 February 1983
Running time: 24:03
IBBOTSON: A 1929 Humber 16/50 open tourer, Imperial model. Do you realise this car has the same chassis as the three and a half litre Humber Super Snipe?
TURLOUGH: Crude, heavy and inefficient.
IBBOTSON: This car is a classic, Turlough.
TURLOUGH: It's dull and fat and ugly. Just like you, Hippo.
IBBOTSON: Turlough!
TURLOUGH: We're going for a ride.
IBBOTSON: You can't drive the car!
TURLOUGH: Watch me.
IBBOTSON: We'll be caught.
TURLOUGH: Who will know?
IBBOTSON: Oh, Turlough, we can't.
TURLOUGH: Oh, come on, Hippo. Just to the end of the drive and back. You're not afraid, are you? Come on.
IBBOTSON: Turlough!
IBBOTSON: Hey, you said just to the end of the drive. But you haven't got a license, Turlough.
TURLOUGH: So, who needs one?
IBBOTSON: Oh, go back to the school, please. Oh Turlough, slow down, please. You're on the wrong side of the road, Turlough!
TURLOUGH: This car's a classic. Isn't that what you said, Hippo?
IBBOTSON: Look out!
TURLOUGH: Who are you?
GUARDIAN: A friend.
TURLOUGH: What is this place?
GUARDIAN: There's no need to be afraid.
TURLOUGH: Then tell me who you are.
GUARDIAN: Your guardian. One who has your interests at heart.
TURLOUGH: Am I dead?
GUARDIAN: Merely sleeping.
TURLOUGH: I don't think I'd really care if I were. I hate Earth.
GUARDIAN: You would like to leave?
TURLOUGH: Is it possible?
GUARDIAN: All things are possible.
TURLOUGH: Then get me away from here, please.
GUARDIAN: But first, we should have to discuss terms.
RUNCIMAN: He'll be all right. No bones broken. Just a slight concussion.
HEADMASTER: It's a wonder they weren't both k*lled. What's the damage at your end, Brigadier?
BRIGADIER: Eh? In thirty years of soldiering, I've never encountered such destructive power as I have seen displayed here and now by the British schoolboy. Well, how is he?
RUNCIMAN: He's been lucky, He'll be all right.
GUARDIAN: We haven't much longer. I need to know that I have your assent to our arrangement. You will find me the most accommodating of partners.
TURLOUGH: But m*rder. I'm not sure I could go that far.
GUARDIAN: You will be destroying one of the most evil creatures in the universe. He calls himself the Doctor.
TURLOUGH: Why can't you destroy him? You have the powers.
GUARDIAN: I may not be seen to act in this. I must not be involved.
TURLOUGH: I need time to think.
GUARDIAN: There is no time. Yes or no?
TURLOUGH: Don't send me back to Earth, please.
GUARDIAN: Yes or no?
TURLOUGH: Yes.
RUNCIMAN: He's coming round.
BRIGADIER: Steady on, old chap. You had a bit of a knock.
TEGAN: Doctor? I am free of the Mara, aren't I?
DOCTOR: Tegan, Tegan, Tegan.
TEGAN: I'm scared.
DOCTOR: There isn't any need to be.
TEGAN: I'm still having terrible dreams.
DOCTOR: It's your mind's way of coping with the experience. You've suffered a great deal.
TEGAN: That could have been prevented if that Dojjen person had destroyed the Great Crystal.
DOCTOR: No, he couldn't. The Mara during the process of its becoming. It had to be trapped between modes of its being.
TEGAN: The feelings of hate. Doctor, I couldn't go through it again.
DOCTOR: Well, you're completely free of it now, Tegan. For you, the Mara is dead forever.
NYSSA: For all of us, I hope.
DOCTOR: Indeed.
TEGAN: Can you take me back to Earth?
NYSSA: You want to leave us?
TEGAN: I want to rest. I want to be surrounded by familiar things.
NYSSA: You'll forget the Mara, Tegan. It won't always be as painful as it is now.
DOCTOR: Warp ellipse cut out?
NYSSA: Can't be. That would mean we were near an object in a fixed orbit in time as well as space.
DOCTOR: And what's the probability of that?
NYSSA: Several billion to one against.
TEGAN: Are you trying to scare me, or is this your way of telling me we've broken down again?
DOCTOR: I'm afraid it's much more serious than that.
MATRON: Right, into bed with you, young man.
TURLOUGH: Oh, Matron, I'm perfectly all right.
MATRON: Mild concussion and shock. You heard what Doctor Runciman said. We don't want complications, do we?
TURLOUGH: I'm not going to bed.
MATRON: Just this once you can do as you're told. You're in enough hot water already.
TURLOUGH: Matron, where did this come from?
MATRON: It was in your jacket, and that was in a fine old mess, I don't mind telling you.
MATRON: Good afternoon, Headmaster.
HEADMASTER: Is it, I wonder. Well, Turlough, how are you feeling?
TURLOUGH: Much better, thank you, sir.
HEADMASTER: Which is more than the Brigadier can say for his car. I don't understand you. You make no effort at games, you refuse to join the CCF, you do little or no work in class though you have a first-rate mind, and now this.
TURLOUGH: I wasn't driving, you know, sir.
HEADMASTER: What?
TURLOUGH: The Brigadier's car.
HEADMASTER: But Ibbotson said
TURLOUGH: I didn't want Ibbotson to get into trouble, sir. I only went along in case he got hurt. I knew he wasn't really able to drive it, and, well
HEADMASTER: I see.
MATRON: Ahem. Turlough must get some sleep, Headmaster.
HEADMASTER: Of course, Matron. I'll look in again later.
TURLOUGH: So you are real. I thought it was just a dream.
GUARDIAN (OOV.): Waking or sleeping, I shall be with you until our business is concluded.
NYSSA: Are we safe?
DOCTOR: There's a chance something's on a collision course with the TARDIS.
TEGAN: Don't you know?
DOCTOR: Well, there's a chance of anything. Statistically speaking, if you gave typewriters to a tree full of monkeys, they'd eventually produce the works of William Shakespeare.
NYSSA: Doctor!
DOCTOR: Now, you and I know that at the end of the millennium they'd still be tapping out gibberish.
DOCTOR: And you'd be tapping it out right along side them. I only asked you a simple question.
NYSSA: Doctor, something's coming straight for us!
NYSSA: We've got to get out of the way.
DOCTOR: We can't. We've converged with the warp ellipse.
NYSSA: Doctor!
DOCTOR: Hold this steady.
TEGAN: We're going to crash.
DOCTOR: I'll try and materialise on board the ship. Hold tight!
TURLOUGH: Why am I still on Earth?
GUARDIAN: Patience, Turlough. Already the elements of chance are ranged against the Doctor. Soon he will be separated from the TARDIS and in your power. Go to the hill, boy, to the obelisk, and wait. There I will instruct you further.
HEADMASTER (OOV.): You realise, Ibbotson, what you did is a criminal offence. If it weren't for the good name of the school, I'd hand you both over to the police.
HEADMASTER (OOV.): I shall be writing to your parents, needless to say.
BRIGADIER: Ahem.
BRIGADIER: Ah, Ibbotson. And what have you got to say for yourself?
IBBOTSON: Please, sir, I'm very sorry, sir, but it wasn't my fault, honestly. I'm really sorry, sir.
BRIGADIER: Ah, Headmaster. I trust you flogged that young man within an inch of his life?
HEADMASTER: Thank you, Brigadier, but I feel that we should wait until Turlough is restored to health before we take any legal or disciplinary action.
BRIGADIER: You realise that car was unique?
HEADMASTER: Quite, but I feel sure that you will agree that we must do what is best for the school.
BRIGADIER: Yes, well. Oh, if you say so, Headmaster. Mind, you can't really take it out on Ibbotson. It's my view that he was led into this by Turlough. Oh, we've got a rotten one there.
HEADMASTER: I'm not so sure. I had a word with Turlough. He said he only went along to protect Ibbotson.
BRIGADIER: Pah. Cunning as a fox. You don't believe him, of course.
HEADMASTER: I don't know. I'd be reluctant to jeopardise the boy's future.
BRIGADIER: Have you spoken to his parents?
HEADMASTER: I thought you knew. They're dead. I deal with a solicitor in London, and a very strange man he is, too.
IBBOTSON: Are you awake, Turlough?
TURLOUGH: What do you want?
IBBOTSON: Listen, the Head's going to write to my parents. The police may be called into investigate. We could be expelled.
TURLOUGH: It's all right, Hippo. I've spoken to the Head. I told him it was all my fault.
IBBOTSON: I say, did you really, Turlough?
TURLOUGH: So you won't get the boot, just beaten, I expect.
IBBOTSON: Oh. Well, they'll b*at you when you're better.
TURLOUGH: Oh no, they won't.
IBBOTSON: Hey, you can't get up until Doctor Runciman says so.
TURLOUGH: Goodbye, Hippo.
IBBOTSON: Oh, Turlough, you can't leave me on my own! Oh please, Turlough!
TEGAN: Strange ship.
NYSSA: No sign of any passengers.
TEGAN: Probably having cocktails with the Captain.
NYSSA: What?
TEGAN: Well, I mean it's more like the Queen Mary than a spaceship.
TEGAN: I take it back. It's not the Queen Mary, it's the Marie Celeste. You'd think on a long journey they'd want something a little more cheerful.
NYSSA: Everything on this ship is designed for pleasure.
DOCTOR: I have a weird feeling the warp ellipse will be travelling for a very long time. Possibly through infinity.
NYSSA: Well, it's certainly no prison ship.
IBBOTSON: Where are we going?
TURLOUGH: Don't ask questions.
(quietly) What am I supposed to do?
IBBOTSON: Oh, Turlough, what's happening? Who are you talking to?
IBBOTSON: Oh, wait for me.
TEGAN: Could you fly this thing, Doctor?
NYSSA: You don't fly a ship like this, it's in perpetual orbit.
DOCTOR: Amazing.
NYSSA: Doctor?
DOCTOR: There's a length of flight indicator. This ship's been in orbit three thousand years.
TEGAN: No wonder there's no one on board.
IBBOTSON: Now what?
TURLOUGH: We wait.
GUARDIAN (OOV.): The base of the urn. Press it. Release the camouflage screen protecting the capsule.
NYSSA: Doctor, look at this.
DOCTOR: Mmm. Transmat terminal.
NYSSA: And in the transmit mode.
TEGAN: The crew escaped in a life raft?
DOCTOR: Well, someone certainly left the ship, almost six years ago.
TEGAN: Where to?
DOCTOR: Earth.
IBBOTSON: What is it?
TURLOUGH: A transmat capsule. Don't you know anything?
DOCTOR: The ship's orbit takes it within range of Earth for six years.
TEGAN: Someone might come back.
DOCTOR: Any time. Come on, let's get back to the TARDIS.
IBBOTSON: Keep back!
IBBOTSON: Turlough!
GUARDIAN (OOV.): The controls of the vessel are of no interest to you, Turlough.
TURLOUGH: But it's a ship! I can get home!
GUARDIAN (OOV.): I did not bring you here so that you could return home. Your concern is with the Doctor.
GUARDIAN: You will obey me in all things.
TURLOUGH: Let me go.
GUARDIAN: Remember the agreement between us.
TURLOUGH: Yes.
GUARDIAN: You will seek out the Doctor and destroy him.
TURLOUGH: Of course. I will seek out the Doctor and destroy him.
DOCTOR: Quickly.
IBBOTSON: Sir! Sir!
IBBOTSON: It's Turlough, sir.
BRIGADIER: What?
IBBOTSON: We were on the hill, sir, and there was this great big silver ball, and Turlough went inside and disappeared.
TEGAN: Now what?
DOCTOR: The TARDIS won't dematerialise.
BRIGADIER: If you took more regular exercise, Ibbotson, not only would your body be less disgusting, but you'd enjoy a healthier imagination.
IBBOTSON: I didn't imagine it, sir.
BRIGADIER: Take it from me, boy, a solid object just can't dematerialise. Turlough!
TEGAN: What's happening?
DOCTOR: I wonder.
DOCTOR: I might have known.
NYSSA: Doctor?
TEGAN: Where are you going?
DOCTOR: The transmat beam, it's been operated. The signal is interfering with the TARDIS.
NYSSA: Look. It must have just returned.
TEGAN: Well, how is the transmat signal jamming us?
DOCTOR: Well, the capsule and the TARDIS must be dimensionally very similar, and the beam's still functioning. It's supposed to cut out when the capsule completes its journey.
TEGAN: Well, can you switch it off?
DOCTOR: I hope so.
TEGAN: I hope so too. I don't fancy a non-stop mystery tour of the galaxy.
DOCTOR: Ah.
NYSSA: You found the fault?
DOCTOR: In a manner of speaking. It's on Earth.
TEGAN: Earth?
DOCTOR: If these readings are correct, it's 1983 on Earth.
TEGAN: So?
DOCTOR: Well, the capsule originally left the ship six years ago.
TEGAN: 1977.
DOCTOR: Yes. I wonder what it's been up to all that time. Come on, back to the TARDIS.
TEGAN: Doctor, wait.
NYSSA: What's the matter?
TEGAN: Well, if that thing's back, then someone could be on board the ship.
DOCTOR: Who are you?
HEADMASTER: Turlough again.
MATRON: I'm sorry, Headmaster, but he was missing when I came in with Doctor Runciman. And there's no sign of Ibbotson either.
HEADMASTER: I must talk to the Brigadier.
MATRON: I sent a boy round to his quarters, but the Brigadier's disappeared too.
DOCTOR: This is Turlough.
TEGAN: Where did you come from?
DOCTOR: The transmat capsule.
TEGAN: Earth?
TURLOUGH: The capsule just appeared. It was very strange.
NYSSA: And you just walked in?
DOCTOR: Seven, eight. All set.
NYSSA: Where are you going?
DOCTOR: Earth, via the transmat capsule.
TEGAN: Is it safe?
DOCTOR: Well, it worked one way. Once I've disconnected the beam jamming the TARDIS, you should follow me through to Earth.
TURLOUGH: May I come with you?
DOCTOR: You'll be safer in the TARDIS.
TURLOUGH: Please?
DOCTOR: All right, why not. See you on Earth.
NYSSA: Good luck.
DOCTOR: Come on.
DOCTOR: It's a pity those things don't have a wider range. Still, at least we're here in one piece. Transmat capsules can do very nasty things to organic structures if they're not properly maintained.
TEGAN: I don't trust that boy.
NYSSA: Oh, I don't know. I thought he was rather nice.
TEGAN: Nobody from Earth is just going to walk into a transmat capsule.
NYSSA: As you did into the TARDIS on the Barnet bypass?
GUARDIAN: In the name of all that is evil, the Black Guardian orders you to destroy him now!
GUARDIAN: Now, boy. Do it now!
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The Doctor
Peter Davison
Tegan Jovanka
Janet Fielding
Nyssa
Sarah Sutton
Vislor Turlough
Mark Strickson
Brigadier Alistair Lethbridge-Stewart
Nicholas Courtney
The Black Guardian
Valentine Dyall
Headmaster Mr. Sellick
Angus MacKay
Ibotson
Stephen Garlick
Dr Runciman
Roger Hammond
Matron
Sheila Gill
Mawdryn
David Collings
Mutants
Peter Walmsley
Brian Darnley
Studio Lighting
Don Babage
Visual Effects
Stuart Brisdon
Production Associate
June Collins
Costumes
Richard Croft
Title Music
Ron Grainer and the BBC Radiophonic Workshop
Theme arrangement
Peter Howell
Film Cameraman
Godfrey Johnson
Incidental Music
Paddy Kingsland
Production Assistant
Valerie Letley
Special Sounds
d*ck Mills
Make-Up
Carolyn Perry
Sheelagh Wells
Studio Sound
Martin Ridout
Costumes
Amy Roberts
Designer
Stephen Scott
Assistant Floor Manager
Ian Tootle
Film Editor
Chris Woolley
Writer
Peter Grimwade
Script Editor
Eric Saward
Director
Peter Moffatt
Producer
John Nathan-Turner
Peter Davison
Tegan Jovanka
Janet Fielding
Nyssa
Sarah Sutton
Vislor Turlough
Mark Strickson
Brigadier Alistair Lethbridge-Stewart
Nicholas Courtney
The Black Guardian
Valentine Dyall
Headmaster Mr. Sellick
Angus MacKay
Ibotson
Stephen Garlick
Dr Runciman
Roger Hammond
Matron
Sheila Gill
Mawdryn
David Collings
Mutants
Peter Walmsley
Brian Darnley
Studio Lighting
Don Babage
Visual Effects
Stuart Brisdon
Production Associate
June Collins
Costumes
Richard Croft
Title Music
Ron Grainer and the BBC Radiophonic Workshop
Theme arrangement
Peter Howell
Film Cameraman
Godfrey Johnson
Incidental Music
Paddy Kingsland
Production Assistant
Valerie Letley
Special Sounds
d*ck Mills
Make-Up
Carolyn Perry
Sheelagh Wells
Studio Sound
Martin Ridout
Costumes
Amy Roberts
Designer
Stephen Scott
Assistant Floor Manager
Ian Tootle
Film Editor
Chris Woolley
Writer
Peter Grimwade
Script Editor
Eric Saward
Director
Peter Moffatt
Producer
John Nathan-Turner