Doctor Who (1963) s08e14 Episode Script

Doctor Who Season 8 The claws of Axos 4 of 4 Now, when I pull this handle, the enormous amount of power stored in the Tardis will be channelled straight into Axos.
- What about Jo and the Doc? - They won't stand a chance.
They will die with Axos.
No.
Either we destroy Axos or Axos destroys the world.
Which is it to be, Brigadier? Well over maximum now.
Now, then, you old antique, keep working.
- I can't.
I can't.
I can't.
- Shut up.
- I can't.
I can't.
I can't.
- Jo, stop it.
- Be quiet.
Stop it.
- What's that screaming? The whole thing's electro-convulsing.
The power's creating an electrical storm in its brain.
We're going right through the centre of the trauma.
Come on.
Hang on.
Jo, try and stop it.
Try and stop it.
Don't let it get a grip on your brain.
Don't let it get to your brain.
Listen to me.
- Answer me.
What are three sevens? - Twenty-one.
Twenty-one.
Keep answering.
Three sevens times four? - 84.
- Minus 35? - Think, Jo.
Think, Jo.
- 49.
- Twice that? Twice.
- 98.
- Plus ten? - 108.
- Divide by nine.
- 12.
- Divide by four.
- Three.
- Three sevens? - 21.
Well, gentlemen? Your congratulations? - I see.
- Wait.
Why? You promised me my freedom.
I've earned it.
We don't know yet what you've achieved.
My dear Brigadier, I promised to help you, not sort out all your problems.
- Captain.
- Sir.
Parker, McDougall.
Something's go wrong.
They must have reversed the power flow.
They're feeding it back at us.
Source identified as light accelerator.
Concentrate power reversal on this sector.
Total destruction essential.
Repeat, total destruction essential.
All personnel, your attention, please.
Evacuate accelerator sector.
Shut off all power in your area and proceed to blast wall shelters, immediately.
That is all.
Brigadier, I want everybody out of here.
Right.
Captain Yates, everyone up to the control box.
- What are you going to do? - I'm going to disconnect the portals.
- Right, where do we start? - No, no, no Brigadier.
This establishment is my responsibility.
Yours is with your men.
- Yes, but surely - I don't need any help.
I'll be with you in a minute.
Very well.
How's he doing? Well, he'll have to take out the trigger mechanism before he can disconnect the final cable.
- How much time has he got? - Who knows? He's done it.
Hardiman.
Captain Yates, get some men down here.
Yes, sir.
Going somewhere? The claws of Axos are already deeply embedded in the Earth's carcass.
Soon it'll activate its nutrition cycle and the feast will begin.
The Axonite'll cease to be dormant and it'll continue to grow, gentlemen, until every living thing is consumed.
- Unless we can find a way of stopping it? - Well, I don't think you can stop it.
Well, there must be something we can do, Doctor? Well we can but try, Jo.
Can you commandeer the computer banks? I want to make some very complex calculations.
- Of course.
- Good, thank you.
I'll have them cleared immediately.
Brigadier, can you set up a constant watch on that space dome? - Right.
Captain Yates.
- Sir.
What about the Master? I'm going to ask you to hand your prisoner over to me for a while.
- Well, now, hold on - Look, Bill, I think I can defeat Axos, but I must have the Master's help.
But you know you can't trust him.
He'll kill you the first chance he gets.
Don't worry, Jo.
I'll keep him in good order all right with this.
I shall be setting up HQ in the lab.
I want you and Benton in RT contact.
- Yes sir.
- Right, get going.
- Right, sir.
Sergeant Benton.
- Sir.
- Trap One to Greyhound.
Over.
- Go ahead, Trap One.
Over.
Eyes down.
Look in.
Over.
Roger.
Receiving your signal.
Maintain surveillance.
Over.
Roger.
Wilko out.
That thing working? Get me the Ministry, will you? Mr Chinn.
Now, where have you been hiding yourself? - Canteen? - As it happens I've been doing your job.
Oh, yes? Trying to do something about the situation.
- Which particular situation? - Axonite, Brigadier.
Axonite.
Do you realise that Britain's going to get the blame for all this? Britain or you, Mr Chinn? Well, if you won't get the Ministry - Where's Hardiman? - Dead.
You look like a disappointed bloodhound.
All bloodhounds look disappointed.
It's an occupational hazard.
- Why, Bill? You've got your man.
- Oh, sure.
Bill Filer of the New York Mounted Police.
- I don't like it, Jo.
- Well, all we can do is wait.
I don't mean the hanging around, I'm used to that.
I've just got this feeling that something is going on.
Come on, Bill.
- Surely you don't think? - I don't think anything.
It's a funny time to go collecting junk, that's all.
Real eager beavers.
But they've got to be they're working against time.
Then why pack off all the technicians? Why can't they help? Why have they gotta go it alone, huh? Why? Well, Doctor? I'm still waiting to hear this marvellous scheme of yours.
- Actually, there isn't one.
- Well, then, why? Because if you mend the Tardis, we can both escape.
Both? Tell me, Doctor, are you suggesting an alliance? Why not? I don't want to spend the rest of my life as a heap of dust on a second-rate planet, to a third-rate star.
Do you? Do you mean to say that you are actually prepared to abandon your beloved Earth to the Axons' tender mercies? Certainly.
After all, we are Time Lords.
Maybe.
Look, why should I help you? Because if you don't I shall hand you over to UNIT and you'll become a prisoner on a doomed planet.
Yes, well, you'll be doomed along with me.
Exactly.
We either escape together, or we die together.
Oh, very generous.
But look, why not just hand me over to UNIT and make your escape by yourself? Well? Because the Time Lords have put a block on my knowledge of dematerialisation theory, that's why.
Oh, I see.
Yes, well we haven't got much time.
What's your decision? - All right, I accept.
- Good.
Well you're the mechanic what's the answer? The answer, Doctor is this.
The trigger mechanism from the light accelerator? Yes.
- Yes, of course.
- Now this will compensate for the deficiencies in your dematerialisation circuit.
Well, with a little ingenuity, I may be able to join one to the other but it'll take time.
Well, it'd better not take too much time.
Right, you get on with the repairs, I'll go and work out some course coordinates.
Very well.
Just in case you were thinking of leaving without me.
Data indicates distribution complete.
Activate nutrition cycle one.
Initiate recall one.
Activate nutrition cycle two.
Initiate recall two.
Activate nutrition cycle three.
It's surfacing, sir.
The whole thing.
Pull out, Yates.
Back to the complex.
Yes, sir.
Jump.
- Thank you, Jo.
- Doctor, what are those figures? Just some course coordinates that's all.
What do you want course co-ordinates for, Doc? You're not thinking of leaving us, are you? Here you are.
- Everything ready? - Just the check.
Good.
- Yes, as a matter of fact, we are.
- Not if I can help it.
- Drop that, Filer.
- Doctor.
Doctor.
Sorry, Jo.
Brigadier, just in time to say goodbye.
- No, you can't.
- I'm sorry Jo, we must.
- We? - Yes.
After all, we are both Time Lords.
Goodbye, Brigadier, Mr Chinn.
Goodbye, Bill.
Goodbye, Jo.
I shall miss you.
No.
Very neat, Doctor.
You know, I must say I never thought you'd go through with it.
If we're going, let's go.
No, Doctor, you can't.
Please, Doc We're being overrun.
Get the men inside.
Get that blast door closed.
Take positions.
But, you can't rematerialise yet.
We're not even in space-time.
This is as far as we're going for the moment.
- But where are we? - You'll recognise it when you see it.
Right, outside.
Come on.
Out.
But you must be mad.
Why have you brought us here? Well, you want your Tardis back, don't you? If we can't beat Axos, we may as well join it.
Why have you returned? That's simple.
Because you are winning, and we have a proposition.
You may have conquered this tiny spec in space, but you've yet to conquer time.
Well? We are prepared to give you this power on one condition, that we join forces against the High Council of the Time Lords.
- How can we do this? - By linking our drive systems.
In this way, Axos will become a Tardis, and the Tardis will become a part of Axos.
- And you? - No.
My part is finished.
All I'm interested in is the return of my Tardis.
Well, I will leave you to your new alliance.
- I insist on my freedom.
- When the link is complete, then you can have your freedom.
Grenades.
Wait for it.
Wait for it.
What happened, Bill? Why has it suddenly stopped? Don't you think we ought to negotiate? What happened? They've energised the light accelerator.
Good grief.
- Well, is there anything we can do? - Not without the trigger mechanism.
The particles will just go on and on accelerating.
- Then what? - Bang.
The blast wall, sir.
Tell me, Doctor, isn't that a rather primitive way to make a link? Look, will you stop pestering me.
All right.
I'll check the course circuits.
- You've got it set in a time loop.
- That's right, yes.
Attention, attention.
Nutrition cycle incomplete.
Disconnect all systems.
Stop him.
Don't you understand? He's committing suicide and he's taking us all with him.
He's doing this for Earth, not for you.
He's putting you all in a time loop, and you'll never get out of it.
Never.
Come on.
Come on.
You must take the load.
You must.
Your sacrifice was in vain, Time Lord.
You are joined to us forever, in this loop of time.
Our fate is yours.
Not if I can break through this time loop.
Light accelerator's still building.
It's going to go.
Right, everybody outside.
Evacuate the whole area.
- Go on.
- Bill.
Go on.
Get down.
What about the Doctor? Suppose he comes back? Well.
This is a fine welcome, I must say.
Well, it's perfectly simple, Brigadier.
A time loop is it's Well, it's a time loop.
One passes continually through the same points in time.
Passes through the same Yes.
Well, the Axons said they wanted time travel and now they've got it.
- What about the Master? - Well, I sincerely hope he's with them.
Hope? Well, I can't be absolutely sure.
I was pretty busy at the time.
But I'm 90 percent certain though.
How much? Well, pretty certain.
Well, I suppose he could have got away just.
This time loop thing, how did you get out of it? Well I simply boosted the circuits and broke free.
And you came back of your own accord? - Well, I - Doctor? No.
No, I'm afraid not.
No, obviously the Time Lords have programmed the Tardis always to return to Earth.
It seems that I'm some kind of a galactic yo-yo.