PART THREE
Written by Ian Briggs
Original air date: 07th December, 1987
Run time: 24:26
Singing Trees
Glitz: It must be worth a fortune.
The Doctor: No, look past the gold and the gemstone, Glitz. Look at the fire inside. A source of intense optical energy.
Restricted zone
The Doctor (O.C.): Look at it through Kane's eyes. See it as an evil mind would see it.
Kane: At last. After three thousand years, the Dragonfire shall be mine.
Refrigeration room
Bazin: Duty guard.
Kane (O.C.): We have an incident in the lower sectors, quadrant six. An aggressive non-terrestrial.
Restricted zone
Kane: It is marked with a radio tracking device. I want the creature eliminated. Bring me back its head.
Singing Trees
Glitz: I'm beginning to feel a rather cosy warm sensation in my money pouch.
Ace: Lay one finger on the dragon, bilge bag, and I'll rivet your kneecaps together.
Mel: We've got to stop Kane from finding the creature.
Ace: Look!
The Doctor: There's something not right. Can't put my finger. Proamon. Proamon.
Mel: Well, the hologram said that Proamon was Kane's home planet.
The Doctor: Yes, but where have I heard of it before? I mean, where was it? Was it in the past or is it in the future?
Glitz: Is any of this important, Doctor?
The Doctor: Is a grain of sand important, Glitz? I must go back and consult my star charts on the TARDIS.
Ace: Your spacecraft? Brill!
Mel: But there isn't time, Doctor.
Ace: Doughnuts.
Glitz: No need to perambulate back to Iceworld, Doctor. These passages have their own star charts. The Ice Garden. I found it, remember?
The Doctor: A primitive star chart. Missing constellations, orbital calculations, I imagine. Ah yes, I would like to see this.
Ace: Ice garden?
The Doctor: Er, you stay here. I shan't be long.
Glitz: The Doctor's right. You two stay here until the Doctor and I get back.
Ace: Bilge bag.
The Doctor: Now, now, now, now, now. You stay here with them. They can look after you so you don't get into any trouble, Glitz.
Glitz: Do what? Behave, Doctor.
The Doctor: Don't argue! The three of you are safer together.
Refrigeration room
Mcluhan: How many ant hunts you been on?
Bazin: Ant hunts?
Mcluhan: A N T. Aggressive non-terrestrial. Have you ever seen one?
Bazin: Not as such.
Mcluhan: Ah, thought not.
Bazin: But it's standard procedure.
Mcluhan: And what do you think a standard non-terrestrial looks like?
Bazin: Well...
Mcluhan: Try thinking of a scorpion, two metres tall, coming at you out of the shadows. Right, now do me a favour and leave your water p*stol at home. If I'm relying on you to cover my back I want to know that you are carrying enough a*tillery to blow this ant clean across the space lanes.
Singing Trees
Mel: We could always pass the time by playing a game, I suppose. I spy, or something.
Refrigeration room
Mcluhan: Ready?
Bazin: Two metres tall?
Mcluhan: Minimum. Let's go.
Ice junction
The Doctor: They always mark north and south on these things, never backwards and forwards.
The Doctor: Tell you what, you seem to know where you're going. Why don't I just trust to your sense of direction?
Refrigeration room
Kane: The time is at hand. In a few hours, when the Dragonfire is mine, we shall be able to leave this wretched planet. I want you to spread terror throughout the upper levels and drive everyone towards the Nosferatu. I want no one left in Iceworld.
Lower levels
Mcluhan: Here, take this. It's a radio tracking device. Fix it on the front of your g*n where you can see it. If this ant so much as twitches, I want to know.
Ice Garden
The Doctor: Silver bells and cockle shells, and ice gardens all in a row. Extraordinary. This must be a solar system. There's a large red star with small orbiting planets. Constellations, yes, but that one's too high up. They're all slightly out of position. This star chart's no use any more. How long have you been on this planet? Two thousand years? Longer?
Singing Trees
Ace: This is naff. This is mega-naff. And what's more, I'm out of Nitro. But I've got tons more back in my quarters.
Mel: Well, let's go back and get some.
Glitz: No, thank you. We'll steer clear of the home made stuff, I think. There's six hundred kilos of commercial back on board the Nosferatu. I'll go and fetch some of that.
Ace: Nosferatu?
Glitz: You two stay here.
Ace: Oh!
Glitz: Just for one, bog, do as I say, and stay here. Don't go wandering off.
Mel: Why do we always get left out?
Glitz: I'll be back as soon as I can.
Ace: I spy with my little eye something beginning with I.
Mel: Ice.
Ace: Your go.
Restaurant
Ice Garden
The Doctor: Oh, you want to be leaving.
Ice junction
Bazin: Got it.
Mcluhan: Direction?
Bazin: Straight ahead. No, it's to the right.
Mcluhan: Distance?
Bazin: Five metres.
Bazin: Four.
Bazin: Three.
Mcluhan: Where is it?
Bazin: Heading away.
Mcluhan: Come on.
Restricted zone
Computer: Current ambient temperature minus ten Celsius. Target temperature minus a hundred and ninety three Celsius.
Singing Trees
Ace: I spy with my little eye something beginning with M.
Mel: Doctor!
Ace: That doesn't begin with M.
The Doctor: Where's Glitz?
Ace: Professor!
Mel: He's gone back to his spacecraft.
The Doctor: We've got to hurry. We might be able to stop Kane and save the creature.
Lower levels
Mcluhan: We're too close to the upper levels.
Bazin: It's here.
Mcluhan: Where?
Bazin: I don't know. It's everywhere. It's coming towards us.
Mcluhan: There's nothing there.
Bazin: It's still approaching. It's all around us!
Mcluhan: Where?
Bazin: It's down there!
Mcluhan: Stop, hold your fire. All right, come out.
Bazin: It's a girl. How come the tracker's picking her up.
Mcluhan: Come on!
Ice passage
The Doctor: Back to the TARDIS.
Mel: But what about the creature? We've got to save it.
The Doctor: The creature will always be under thr*at from Kane, unless we can convince him that his star charts are hopelessly wrong. Then we might be able to put an end to all this.
Ace: This isn't another wind up, is it? I mean, I really am going to see your spacecraft, aren't I?
Shopping mall
Stellar: Bye.
Lower docking bay
Glitz: Here!
Computer: Stand clear of the doors, please.
Glitz: What's going on?
Computer: Undocking sequence in progress.
Glitz: Open up!
Computer: Locking arms disengaged.
Glitz: You can't go without me!
Computer: Spacecraft ready to clear Iceworld. Safe journey and good fortune, Nosferatu.
Glitz: You can't leave me, not after all these years. Come back!
Glitz: Kane.
Shopping mall
The Doctor: Where is everyone? Must be half day closing. I don't think we've got much time.
Ace: What are we doing here? I thought we were going to see your spacecraft.
Mel: This is our spacecraft.
Ace: I'm not stupid.
Mel: Just come on.
TARDIS
Ace (O.C.): Squeeze up, then.
Ace: Hang about.
The Doctor: That's it, Proamon.
Ace: Here, how'd you do that, then?
Mel: Well, it's bigger on the inside than the outside.
The Doctor: There is no planet Proamon.
Mel: It's transcendentally dimensional.
Ace: Don't come all clever d*ck with me. What's going on?
Mel: It's difficult to explain.
The Doctor: Quiet! There are things to be done.
Mel: Oh, Doctor!
The Doctor: Come on.
Ice passage
Bazin: Leave me. I'll hide. Come back for me.
Mcluhan: Come on. Just down here, come on. You can do it. That's it.
Catwalk
Ace: Here, this is a shortcut to my quarters.
The Doctor: Later, Ace. We're in a hurry.
Ace: No, it's all right. You go on ahead. It's just I don't feel properly dressed without a couple of cans of Nitro. I'll catch you up.
The Doctor: Come on, Mel. We're wasting valuable time.
Mel: If we miss you, we'll meet you in your quarters.
Shopping mall
Glitz: Sprog? Doctor? Mel?
Woman: Ah, you there. Have you seen a small child called Stellar anywhere? I appear to have mislaid her. Evidently not. Well, if you do find her, would you be so good as to let me know?
Ice passage
Mcluhan: Fire!
Mcluhan: Right, just the head, and its finished.
Bazin: Can't we just leave the head?
Mcluhan: Mister Kane wants the head, and I never leave a job half done.
Bazin: The dragon's treasure.
Ace's room
Glitz: Ace? Ace?
Ice passage
Mel: The creature, it's dead! They've k*lled it.
The Doctor: Yes, and it had a final surprise for anyone who wanted to try and interfere with it. A huge energy surge when its head was disconnected.
Mel: What shall we do with it now?
The Doctor: We'll finish its job for it, and put an end to all this death and destruction.
Ace's room
Mel: Ace?
Glitz: Hey, you nicked it.
Mel: Where's Ace?
Glitz: I don't know.
The Doctor: This is not good enough.
Glitz: Well, she wasn't with me.
Mel: Come on, we've got to find her.
Glitz: You lost her.
Control room
Kane: Doctor? Glitz?
Refrigeration room
Kane (O.C.): I know you can hear me. I'd like to propose a transaction. My very final transaction before I leave Svartos.
Control room
Kane: The Dragonfire for the girl. Bring me the Dragonfire and you can...
Refrigeration room
Kane (O.C.): Have the girl. Special closing down sale, you might call it.
Control room
Kane: But hurry, while stocks last.
Refrigeration room
Glitz: I think he means it, Doctor.
The Doctor: No doubt.
Mel: But we can't give him the treasure.
The Doctor: We've no choice. The creature's already dead. Ace is still alive.
Restricted zone
Computer: Current ambient temperature minus ten Celsius. Target temperature minus a hundred and ninety three Celsius.
Stellar: Goodnight, teddy.
Control room
Kane: At last, after three thousand years. Bring it here.
The Doctor: Three thousand years, eh? Long enough for an entire civilisation to have come and gone.
Kane: Are you some kind of idiot?
The Doctor: You know, for someone who's had the patience to wait around for three thousand years, you seem to be in rather a hurry suddenly.
Glitz: What's all this three thousand years?
The Doctor: Three thousand years since you were exiled here from Proamon, along with the creature.
Kane: Who are you?
The Doctor: Just a traveller.
Kane: What do you know about Proamon?
Mel: We all know. The creature showed us on the hologram.
Kane: Oh, the archives. I should have destroyed them.
The Doctor: No, no, no, you should keep them for souvenir value, along with the Ice Garden.
Glitz: Why was the creature doing time as well?
Kane: The biomechanoid was my jailor. Look around you. The controls laying dead, waiting for an energy source. The Dragonfire is that energy source.
The Doctor: And without it you are powerless.
Kane: They thought they could imprison me on this wretched planet by implanting the power source inside the creature. They shall learn of their folly.
The Doctor: And the living creature was created to keep you prisoner.
Kane: There were times when I ached for death. I considered journeying round from the cold dark side of Svartos to the sun blistered surface on the other side, where I would quickly die. Now, with the Dragonfire, I have the power to return to Proamon and exact my revenge. You, girl. Bring me the Dragonfire.
Mel: No. I'm not going to lift a finger to help you.
Ace: Melanie? Don't listen to her. She doesn't mean it. Doughnut, give him the treasure. I'm sixteen, I'm too young to be freeze dried.
Glitz: Come on, Mel. This is no time to be fastidious.
Mel: Doctor?
The Doctor: Look, let me explain.
Kane: You're wasting my time. The Dragonfire is mine now. You can either give it to me alive or I shall take it from your dead bodies.
The Doctor: The logic is inescapable.
Kane: Place it in the circuit.
Mel: Doctor, what's happening?
The Doctor: It sounds like a starflight drive.
Glitz: Starflight drive? It can't be.
Glitz: This is a spacecraft. The whole colony's a spacecraft!
Kane: My hour of vengeance.
The Doctor: Vengeance on whom, Kane? You're too late.
Mel: All your mercenaries are dead.
Kane: I can soon find more.
The Doctor: But where will you find another home planet?
Kane: You're talking in riddles, Doctor. Proamon is my home planet.
The Doctor: Was your home planet. Take a look at your navigational equipment. It's fully operative now.
Kane: There must be something wrong.
The Doctor: Sadly not. Your planet, your people, your entire race were destroyed one thousand years after you were exiled.
Kane: No. No, it's not possible.
The Doctor: Look at the sun of Proamon. When you left, it was a cold red giant surrounded by freezing planets.
Kane: There's nothing there but a neutron star.
The Doctor: Your sun turned supernova two thousand years ago, and all its planets were engulfed in the expl*si*n. Your people were annihilated, your planet obliterated. You're too late, Kane, for your revenge. You have no home. Time has flowed by.
Kane: No. No! It shall not be!
Computer: Danger, unfiltered sunlight.
Glitz: What's he doing? It's scorching.
Iceworld
Glitz (O.C.): Good afternoon, shoppers. This is the new management speaking, Captain Glitz. It's time for a few changes.
TARDIS
Mel: Well, I suppose it's time.
The Doctor: Time? Funny old business, time. It delights in frustrating your plans. All Kane's perfidious aims thwarted by a quirk of time.
Mel: No, I meant I suppose it's time I should be going.
The Doctor: Oh.
Mel: Time that I left.
The Doctor: Yes, well, you could be right. Time for you to go.
Mel: Before I go, I...
The Doctor: Well, it is time.
Mel: Doctor.
The Doctor: You must go.
Mel: Before I go I'd like to say...
The Doctor: There's no point, Mel. No point hanging around wasting time.
Mel: No, I'm not going until I've said my piece. I just want to say that...
The Doctor: There's no time, Mel.
Mel: Oh, all right, you win.
The Doctor: I do. I usually do.
Mel: I'm going now.
The Doctor: That's right, yes, you're going. Been gone for ages. Already gone, still here, just arrived, haven't even met you yet. It all depends on who you are and how you look at it. Strange business, time.
Mel: Goodbye, Doctor.
The Doctor: I'm sorry, Mel. Think about me when you're living your life one day after another, all in a neat pattern. Think about the homeless traveller and his old police box, with his days like crazy paving.
Mel: Who said anything about home? I've got much more crazy things to do yet.
Glitz: Well, we've officially renamed my new spacecraft the Nosferatu Two, just cracked a bottle of ye old carbonated fruit alcohol over the bows and next stop sunny Perivale, eh, sprog?
Ace: Suppose so.
Mel: Have you got room for another one?
Glitz: Are you Perivale bound as well?
Mel: Well, I was thinking of going a bit further.
Glitz: How much further?
Mel: How much further are you going?
Glitz: Hang on half a millisecond.
The Doctor: Excellent. Yes, Mel can keep you out of trouble, Glitz.
Mel: And that means no more dodgy deals.
Glitz: Thanks a billion, Doctor.
The Doctor: Glitz.
Mel: Ace doesn't have anywhere to go.
The Doctor: Nonsense. An idyllic place, Perivale. It's got lush green fields and a village blacksmith, and...
Mel: Doctor, she comes from the twentieth century.
The Doctor: Oh.
Glitz: Come on, Mel. Extract your digit.
Mel: I'll send you a postcard.
The Doctor: But I don't have an address.
Mel: Oh, I'll put it in a bottle and throw it into space. It'll reach you, in time.
The Doctor: Ace, where do you think you're going?
Ace: Perivale.
The Doctor: Ah yes, but by which route? The direct route with Glitz, or the scenic route? Well? Do you fancy a quick trip round the twelve galaxies and then back to Perivale in time for tea?
Ace: Ace!
The Doctor: But there are three rules. One, I'm in charge.
Ace: Whatever you say, Professor.
The Doctor: Two, I'm not the Professor, I'm the Doctor.
Ace: Whatever you want.
The Doctor: And the third. Well, I'll think up the third by the time we get back to Perivale.
Shopping mall
Woman: There you are. I've been looking all over for you. Now come on.
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The Doctor
SYLVESTER MCCOY
Mel
BONNIE LANGFORD
Ace
SOPHIE ALDRED
Sabalom Glitz
TONY SELBY
Kane
EDWARD PEEL
Belazs
PATRICIA QUINN
Kracauer
TONY OSOBA
Customer
SHIRIN TAYLOR
Anderson
IAN MACKENZIE
McLuhan
STEPHANIE FAYERMAN
Bazin
STUART ORGAN
Zed
SEAN BLOWERS
Pudovkin
NIGEL MILES-THOMAS
The Creature
LESLIE MEADOWS
Announcer
LYNN GARDNER
Stellar
MIRANDA BORMAN
Archivist
DAPHNE OXENFORD
Arnheim
CHRIS MACDONNELL
Assistant Floor Manager
CHRISTOPHER SANDEMAN
Costumes
RICHARD CROFT
Designer
JOHN ASBRIDGE
Incidental Music
DOMINIC GLYNN
Make-Up
GILLIAN THOMAS
Producer
JOHN NATHAN-TURNER
Production Assistant
ROSEMARY PARSONS
KAREN KING
Production Associate
ANNE FAGGETTER
Script Editor
ANDREW CARTMEL
Special Sounds
d*ck MILLS
Studio Lighting
DON BABBAGE
Studio Sound
BRIAN CLARK
Theme Arrangement
KEFF MCCULLOCH
Title Music
RON GRAINER
Visual Effects
ANDY MCVEAN
SYLVESTER MCCOY
Mel
BONNIE LANGFORD
Ace
SOPHIE ALDRED
Sabalom Glitz
TONY SELBY
Kane
EDWARD PEEL
Belazs
PATRICIA QUINN
Kracauer
TONY OSOBA
Customer
SHIRIN TAYLOR
Anderson
IAN MACKENZIE
McLuhan
STEPHANIE FAYERMAN
Bazin
STUART ORGAN
Zed
SEAN BLOWERS
Pudovkin
NIGEL MILES-THOMAS
The Creature
LESLIE MEADOWS
Announcer
LYNN GARDNER
Stellar
MIRANDA BORMAN
Archivist
DAPHNE OXENFORD
Arnheim
CHRIS MACDONNELL
Assistant Floor Manager
CHRISTOPHER SANDEMAN
Costumes
RICHARD CROFT
Designer
JOHN ASBRIDGE
Incidental Music
DOMINIC GLYNN
Make-Up
GILLIAN THOMAS
Producer
JOHN NATHAN-TURNER
Production Assistant
ROSEMARY PARSONS
KAREN KING
Production Associate
ANNE FAGGETTER
Script Editor
ANDREW CARTMEL
Special Sounds
d*ck MILLS
Studio Lighting
DON BABBAGE
Studio Sound
BRIAN CLARK
Theme Arrangement
KEFF MCCULLOCH
Title Music
RON GRAINER
Visual Effects
ANDY MCVEAN