BY: BARBARA CLEGG
Part One
First Air Date: March 1, 1983
Running time: 24:12
TURLOUGH: Check. I said, check.
TEGAN: I heard you.
TURLOUGH: Come on, then.
TEGAN: In a minute.
DOCTOR: Ah!
TEGAN: What?
DOCTOR: Interesting. It isn't a leak.
TEGAN: It must be. We're losing power all the time.
DOCTOR: No, our power's being tapped somehow.
TEGAN: Tapped? What do you mean?
DOCTOR: It's just draining away. I don't understand.
TURLOUGH: He never does. I'm sure it's something quite simple.
TEGAN: You're being very calm about it.
TURLOUGH: Your move.
WHITE GUARDIAN (OOV.): Move. Move. Move.
DOCTOR: I'm sorry, did you say something?
TURLOUGH: No. Just that it was Tegan's move.
DOCTOR: Oh. Well, er, we'll block the outlet there. For a while we'll just have to run on reduced power.
WHITE GUARDIAN (OOV.): Power. Power. Power.
TEGAN: What's the matter?
DOCTOR: Quiet. I'm trying to listen to something.
TEGAN: To what?
DOCTOR: I'm not quite sure. It must have been my imagination.
TURLOUGH: There is something going on.
DOCTOR: That's it! Of course, a message. Turn up the power.
TEGAN: Turn it up? We're supposed to be conserving it.
DOCTOR: Power.
WHITE GUARDIAN: Here. Here. Here.
DOCTOR: We must increase energy output. Now, push that lever to full.
TEGAN: Are you sure everything's all right?
DOCTOR: Of course. Now, keep it at full, whatever happens.
TEGAN: If we keep it at full, we'll lose power completely.
DOCTOR (OOV.): Can you hear me?
TEGAN: I suppose the Doctor must know what he's doing.
DOCTOR (OOV.): We're giving you more power.
TURLOUGH: You think so? He's out there talking to himself.
DOCTOR (OOV.): Where are you?
DOCTOR: We're giving you everything we've got. It is you, isn't it?
DOCTOR: I can't hear you.
WHITE GUARDIAN: Power. At risk. There is extreme danger. I repeat
WHITE GUARDIAN (OOV.): Danger. Danger. Danger.
DOCTOR: Keep it going!
TURLOUGH: He's gone mad. What does he think he's doing?
TURLOUGH: We're going to blow!
DOCTOR: Go on.
WHITE GUARDIAN: Galactic north six degrees nine zero
TEGAN (OOV.): Doctor!
DOCTOR: Quiet! Keep back. Stay in the console room. Nine zero.
WHITE GUARDIAN: Seven, seven. Go immediately. Not allow.
DOCTOR: What? Not allow what?
WHITE GUARDIAN: Death. Death. Death.
BLACK GUARDIAN: You cannot succeed. I control the game, the Doctor's destiny. And soon, he will be dead. Bwahahahahaha!
TEGAN: What have you done? You've reduced the power!
TURLOUGH: We were about to blow up!
DOCTOR: Never, ever, disobey my instructions again.
TURLOUGH: I thought we were going to be k*lled.
DOCTOR: And because of you, many others might die.
TEGAN: Who were you talking to?
DOCTOR: The White Guardian.
TEGAN: The White Guardian? Who's he?
DOCTOR: I've no time to explain. I have to sort out these coordinates.
TEGAN: Where are we going?
DOCTOR: I don't know. I lost contact before I could get more information.
TEGAN: Well, what are we supposed to do when we get there?
DOCTOR: Prevent something happening, something dangerous.
TEGAN: What? You don't know that, either.
DOCTOR: No, but when the White Guardian says there's danger, he's invariably right.
TEGAN: Now what's happening?
DOCTOR: Time override. Locking must have been in the coordinates. We're here.
TURLOUGH: The air is breathable.
TEGAN: Are you going out there?
DOCTOR: Well, I have to find out what's going on. Turlough, get a couple of torches.
TEGAN: Make it three. I'm coming with you.
DOCTOR: No. I need you here.
TEGAN: Why does it have to be me?
DOCTOR: The White Guardian may try and make contact again.
TURLOUGH: Er, I'll stay, if you like.
DOCTOR: No, I need someone I can rely on. It's important.
TEGAN: Someone who doesn't run away.
TURLOUGH: I explained what happened on Terminus.
DOCTOR: Save the arguing until later.
TEGAN: What do I have to do?
DOCTOR: Operate this lever. His power's badly depleted. He's having to draw on ours to get through at all.
TEGAN: The power drain is the White Guardian?
DOCTOR: Yes, exactly.
TEGAN: Well, what did he say?
DOCTOR: Well, apart from the coordinates, I could understand very little.
TEGAN: Well, shouldn't you wait? He might try to make contact again.
DOCTOR: No, there may not be time.
TEGAN: But anything could be out there.
DOCTOR: Yes, and going out is the only way to learn what it is.
DOCTOR: Are you ready?
TEGAN: Well, what if the White Guardian tells me something important?
DOCTOR: Thank him politely. Won't be long.
TEGAN: Good luck.
TURLOUGH: Wood. We're in a building.
DOCTOR: Listen. Rats.
TURLOUGH: A warehouse? Do you feel that? Can't you feel it? The ground's moving.
DOCTOR: I don't think so. Look at this.
TURLOUGH: A piece of rope.
DOCTOR: Really? Look again.
TURLOUGH: Tar.
DOCTOR: We're on a ship. A sailing ship. The hold, probably.
TURLOUGH: I thought there was supposed to be great danger?
DOCTOR: I didn't know you were so keen to find it. Down.
TURLOUGH: What was all that about?
DOCTOR: Checking the stores.
TURLOUGH: Did you see the expression on his face?
DOCTOR: Yes, almost as though he were hypnotised. Still, at least he didn't find the t*rd. Come on.
TEGAN: White Guardian.
WHITE GUARDIAN: More. More. More.
TEGAN: Come on, where are you?
WHITE GUARDIAN: You. You. You.
TEGAN: Please hurry. Your demand for energy is causing an overload. Quickly, the message.
WHITE GUARDIAN: Must not win. Tell the Doctor. Winner takes all. All. All.
TEGAN: Who are you? The White Guardian?
TEGAN: Who are you?
TEGAN: Oh, no.
TURLOUGH: Dead end?
DOCTOR: No, it's a door.
DOCTOR: You ready?
DOCTOR: How do you do?
TEGAN: Where are you? Are you hurt?
DOCTOR: Not bad.
TURLOUGH: Are you insane? Let's get out of here.
DOCTOR: Gently, Turlough. This one will do for me, you can take that one.
TURLOUGH: What do you think you're doing?
DOCTOR: Behaving as if we've just joined the crew. Edwardian England.
TURLOUGH: Oh, no, we're on Earth again.
DOCTOR: So it seems.
DOCTOR: First British submarine launched.
TURLOUGH: Why don't they say something?
DOCTOR: They're sizing us up. Fo'c'sle's fairly cramped. It's important to know who you're sharing it with. After all, we could be cooped up here together for months.
TURLOUGH: You're not serious.
DOCTOR: Only if we're both here for the trip.
TURLOUGH: Look, shouldn't we get back to the t*rd while there's still a chance?
DOCTOR: No, I must find out why the White Guardian wanted me to come here.
TURLOUGH: It was a mistake. They may be a rough lot, but they hardly threaten the peace and harmony of the universe, do they?
DOCTOR: We stay.
TEGAN: Where are you?
JACKSON: Got your bunk sorted out, have you?
DOCTOR: Yes, thanks.
JACKSON: Jackson's the name.
DOCTOR: Ah. Turlough, and I'm the Doctor.
JACKSON: Oh you are, are you? Well, it's about time. Hey, he's here, lads. The Doctor's aboard.
COLLIER: Thank God for that.
DOCTOR: You've been expecting me?
JACKSON: More than expecting you, slush, we've been waiting for you. Where you been, eh? I mean, we've been living on nothing but hard tack since we come aboard, haven't we, lads?
ALL: Yeah, right.
JACKSON: Get us some proper food, that's what we want.
COLLIER: Yeah, none of your stinky greasy messes, either.
ALL: Right.
JACKSON: Not like that last cook we had, eh?
DOCTOR: The doctor. Of course, the ship's cook.
TEGAN: Hello.
MARRINER: Fascinating.
TEGAN: What?
MARRINER: Who are you? A stowaway?
TEGAN: No, I can explain.
MARRINER: Yes, you're a stowaway and I shall put you in irons.
MARRINER: Where are you? Where are you?
DOCTOR: Er, may I?
JACKSON: Yeah, yeah. I'm tired of reading it. Yeah, you can have it. It's two days old, though.
MAN: How's the world up top?
DOCTOR: Have you been below decks for two days?
JACKSON: Yeah, we've been battened under hatches since we come aboard, haven't we lads, eh?
ALL: Yeah.
MARRINER: Where are you?
JACKSON: Here, meet the lads. Farley, Wade, Jenkins, Grogan, and that one's Collier.
DOCTOR: How do you do? Did you all come aboard at the same time?
COLLIER: Dunno. Can't remember. Why'd you ask?
DOCTOR: Curious.
COLLIER: Truth of the matter is, we don't rightly remember. Probably drank too much.
DOCTOR: Celebrating your last night ashore.
COLLIER: Yeah, but he don't drink.
JACKSON: No, I signed a pledge. Ain't touched a drop since, but I don't remember nothing neither.
DOCTOR: And you're quite sure not one of you can remember coming aboard?
COLLIER: No. It's blank. The whole thing, blank.
MARRINER: Allow me.
TEGAN: That isn't possible. Who are you?
DOCTOR: Surely, surely you must find it rather strange that none of you can recall signing on?
COLLIER: Oh, we remember that all right.
JACKSON: Oh yeah, I mean, we signed on aboard, didn't we, lads?
COLLIER: Yeah. And we got a month's wages in advance. Not likely to forget that, now, would we?
JACKSON: Now that's one thing I'll say for the Captain. I mean, he certainly ain't mean.
COLLIER: Yeah, but he stands to make a packet, I dare say, if we win.
JACKSON: And we will.
TURLOUGH: Win what?
JACKSON: The race, lad. The race.
MARRINER: Why are you frightened?
TEGAN: Isn't it obvious?
MARRINER: I'm not going to hurt you. I want to please you. Would you like me to find your friends for you?
TEGAN: What friends?
MARRINER: The two you're looking for.
TEGAN: Where are they? What have you done with them?
MARRINER: Nothing. I haven't met them yet. I could take you to them, if that's what you'd like.
TEGAN: Yes, that's what I'd like.
MARRINER: This way. Please? You won't try to run away again, will you? Please? You see, I find you fascinating. Quite fascinating.
COLLIER: Ah, that was a race, now. Regular flier she was, the old America.
TURLOUGH: A flier?
COLLIER: Yeah. Crossed the Atlantic in seventeen days, she did.
TURLOUGH: Huh. Hardly a flying ship.
COLLIER: Slim bows.
JACKSON: No, no. You give me a ship that's bluff in the bow and narrow in the stern.
COLLIER: Oh, yeah. Or a woman, cod head and mackerel tail.
JACKSON: None of your flying ships. What, you been at the bottle, have you, lad? Little bit of Dutch courage, eh? Now that's no good for a green hand.
GROGAN: That's right.
JACKSON: And it's no good for us older hands either. Now, you've got to keep a clear head if you're going up there.
COLLIER: Yeah, and strong arms. Otherwise you're down on the deck from the height of the crosstree, splat.
JACKSON: Keep hold of those shrouds and make certain you get the lifeline under your feet. You use your eyes and check that rigging before you go up there.
COLLIER: Here, know why a pig can never become a sailor? Cos he can't look aloft!
JACKSON: Looks like you're wanted.
DOCTOR: You know where the t*rd is if things get difficult.
TURLOUGH: Where have they taken him?
COLLIER: Poop quarters.
JACKSON: Yeah, the first mate will want to see him, I dare say.
COLLIER: Maybe the Captain, even.
JACKSON: Living like lords they are, back there. Every luxury.
COLLIER: Yeah, while we have to make do with salt, junk and hard tack.
TURLOUGH: He'll be all right?
JACKSON: Who can tell?
TEGAN: Doctor.
DOCTOR: What are you doing here?
TEGAN: Don't ask. I was so stupid.
DOCTOR: You're unharmed? Did the White Guardian make contact again?
TEGAN: It was very confused.
DOCTOR: Well, tell me everything you can remember.
TEGAN: Well, he was insistent somebody or something must not win the race. Tell the Doctor, he said, winner takes all.
DOCTOR: Well, is that it?
TEGAN: The console blew up. It's not much help, is it.
DOCTOR: Well, you did your best.
TEGAN: The message doesn't make sense, winner takes all.
DOCTOR: It may do, especially as we're on a racing yacht.
TEGAN: How do you know?
DOCTOR: We've been talking to the crew.
TEGAN: I hope they're not as peculiar as the officers.
TEGAN: The one I've met's very strange.
STRIKER: Welcome aboard. Delighted you could join us. Captain Striker at your service.
DOCTOR: How do you do? I'm the
STRIKER: The Doctor and Miss Tegan. Allow me to present my fellow officers.
JACKSON: Ah, they're a funny lot, if you ask me.
COLLIER: The afterguard always are.
TURLOUGH: What do you mean, a funny lot.
JACKSON: Well, they keep themselves to themselves.
COLLIER: Nobody's hardly set eyes on the Captain yet, not even the bo'sun.
JACKSON: Nah, he's right. Takes most of his orders from the first mate.
COLLIER: It was the first mate when we signed on, remember?
TURLOUGH: Did he say where the ship's going?
COLLIER: I don't remember.
JACKSON: We're here for the race. I mean, that's all that matters.
TURLOUGH: Yes, but where are we racing to? Where's the finish?
JACKSON: We'll find out soon enough. There she blows. That's what we've been waiting for. The wind's beginning to freshen.
DOCTOR: Please.
TEGAN: I hope it's not going to be too rough. I'm not a very good sailor.
DOCTOR: Oh, brave heart, Tegan.
TEGAN: It's not my heart I'm worried about, Doctor.
STRIKER: There is no cause for concern, Miss Tegan. We have the perfect antidote for mal de mer.
TEGAN: Thank you.
MARRINER: Breaking out the rum ration, sir.
STRIKER: Good. Well, here's to an eventful passage, gentlemen, and a stormy one. My first mate Mister Marriner. You've met, I believe, Miss Tegan. The Doctor. Mister Marriner is my right hand man. He deals with the crew. Everything in order?
MARRINER: Yes, sir. They're being prepared.
STRIKER: Good. I must apologise for this rather abrupt end to dinner. Look out for the lady.
MARRINER: Sir.
MARRINER: Allow me.
TEGAN: Where are we going?
MARRINER: The wheelhouse.
TEGAN: Doctor?
COLLIER: See you later, lad.
TURLOUGH: What's going on?
COLLIER: That's grog ration.
JACKSON: Good lad. You're taking my advice, I see.
TURLOUGH: What do you mean?
JACKSON: Well, keeping a clear head. Now don't you worry, I'll look after you. Are you all right, then?
TURLOUGH: Where to?
JACKSON: Up aloft. Come on.
JACKSON: Come on, lad.
TURLOUGH: I'll catch you up.
DOCTOR: You're not going with them?
TURLOUGH: No, thanks. They're going aloft. The rigging's no place for a coward like me.
DOCTOR: Hmm.
TURLOUGH: Now where?
DOCTOR: To find Tegan, if your courage is up to it. She's on the way to the wheelhouse. Don't ask me why she left the t*rd. Did you manage to find out anything about the race?
TURLOUGH: Well, the crew don't know anything. Can't we go back to the t*rd?
DOCTOR: Yes, when we've found Tegan.
TEGAN: What was that?
MARRINER: One of the crew going aloft. It sometimes affects them that way, especially when it's the first time.
TEGAN: First time? You mean you send completely inexperienced crewmen aloft in a race?
MARRINER: They soon get used to it.
TEGAN: Now wait a minute. Wetsuits? What are wetsuits doing on an Edwardian sailing ship?
MARRINER: This way.
TEGAN: It's dark outside.
MARRINER: Isn't it always dark?
TEGAN: It's just that I expected it to be daylight.
STRIKER: Mister Mate?
MARRINER: Excuse me. Sir.
DOCTOR: Are you all right?
TEGAN: Of course. Did you see what was in one of the companion ways?
TURLOUGH: What?
TEGAN: Underwater gear, like scuba divers wear.
DOCTOR: Maybe this'll tell us where we are.
TURLOUGH: Well, it doesn't make a lot of sense.
TEGAN: It looks like the position of marker buoys.
DOCTOR: Oh, they're considerably more than that.
STRIKER: Mister Mate, we will look at our competitors, please.
MARRINER: Aye, aye, sir.
TEGAN: Electronics. On an Edwardian racing yacht.
DOCTOR: Look at the screen. We're not on a yacht, we're on a ship. A spaceship.
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The Doctor
Peter Davison
Tegan Jovanka
Janet Fielding
Turlough – Mark Strickson
The Black Guardian – Valentine Dyall
The White Guardian – Cyril Luckham
Striker – Keith Barron
Marriner
Christopher Brown
Wrack – Lynda Baron
Mansell – Leee John
First Officer
James McClure
Jackson – Tony Caunter
Collier
Clive Kneller
Assistant Floor Manager
Val McCrimmon
Ian Tootle
Costumes
Dinah Collin
Designer
Colin Green
Film Cameraman
John Walker
Paul Hellings-Wheeler
Film Editor
Mitchell Boyd
Ian McKendrick
Incidental Music
Malcolm Clarke
Make-Up
Jean Steward
Carolyn Perry
Producer
John Nathan-Turner
Production Assistant
Patricia O'Leary
Production Associate
June Collins
Script Editor
Eric Saward
Special Sounds
d*ck Mills
Studio Lighting
Fred Wright
Studio Sound
Martin Ridout
Theme Arrangement
Peter Howell
Title Music
Ron Grainer
Visual Effects
Mike Kelt
Peter Davison
Tegan Jovanka
Janet Fielding
Turlough – Mark Strickson
The Black Guardian – Valentine Dyall
The White Guardian – Cyril Luckham
Striker – Keith Barron
Marriner
Christopher Brown
Wrack – Lynda Baron
Mansell – Leee John
First Officer
James McClure
Jackson – Tony Caunter
Collier
Clive Kneller
Assistant Floor Manager
Val McCrimmon
Ian Tootle
Costumes
Dinah Collin
Designer
Colin Green
Film Cameraman
John Walker
Paul Hellings-Wheeler
Film Editor
Mitchell Boyd
Ian McKendrick
Incidental Music
Malcolm Clarke
Make-Up
Jean Steward
Carolyn Perry
Producer
John Nathan-Turner
Production Assistant
Patricia O'Leary
Production Associate
June Collins
Script Editor
Eric Saward
Special Sounds
d*ck Mills
Studio Lighting
Fred Wright
Studio Sound
Martin Ridout
Theme Arrangement
Peter Howell
Title Music
Ron Grainer
Visual Effects
Mike Kelt