Doctor Who (1963) s12e18 Episode Script

(DOCTOR WHO THEME) (MAN TALKING ON MONITOR) (SCREAMING) (BEEPING) (SARAH SCREAMING) Sarah.
Don't let it bite you! (SARAH GROANING) (GASPING) That sounded like Sarah.
What's happened? That Cybermat's happened, Harry, quick.
Into the transmat beam, quickly as you can.
It's the only way to get the poison out of her system.
-She's got the plague.
-No, sir.
That's your so-called plague, Commander.
-Is this thing still dangerous, Doctor? -Not any more.
But there are bound to be others around.
Hang on to her, Harry.
You'd better travel with her.
-Where are we going? -I'll set the beam for Voga.
Do you know how to work the reciprocator? -Uh, yes, I've seen you do it.
-Off you go.
No time to lose.
(MACHINE BEEPING) Has it gone wrong, Doctor? -Sabotage.
-STEVENSON: Sabotage? -Someone's taken the pentalion drive.
-But who? Who removed the tape from your radio log? Who used Cybermats to murder your crew? And who's desperate to break all communication between this beacon and Voga? -You mean Kellman? -Exactly.
Kellman.
Your friend the exographer must be working for the Cybermen commander.
Then what are we waiting for? Let's get him.
Right.
This might just work.
If I can adapt the monophode to a three-phase output.
Doctor, she's not going to last much longer.
I know, Harry.
I know! She's reacting just like Warner.
It's happening all over again.
Kellman.
Kellman! You sent for me? -The Cybermen are moving.
-What? It's too soon.
Our human agent reports they will soon have taken over the beacon.
We have, perhaps, four hours to complete the Skystriker.
-That's impossible.
-Four hours, Magrik.
-Or all our dreams are ended.
-The Skystriker is ready.
But the bomb head hasn't been tested.
-And then it'll take four hours to fit.
-Then we must gamble, Magrik.
The bomb head will be tested when it strikes the beacon.
(COUGHS) Very well.
I'll send for every available engineer for us at once.
-He skipped.
-In quite a hurry, by the look of it.
Come on.
Lester, you take that section.
I'll look round the transmat.
(BREATHING RAGGEDLY) There isn't time to wire this in.
I'll have to hold it in position.
Ready? Ow! (EXHALES) -Sarah? -Hmm? Hmm? -It's worked, Doctor.
It's worked.
-Ooh! Stop bawling down my ear.
You've got a voice like a foghorn.
-Hey.
-What's the matter? What's going on here? Well, that's marvellous, isn't it? -Here I am trying to save your life -Trying to I remember.
That thing, it jumped on my neck -Where are we? -Place called Voga, I think.
Doctor transmatted us to get rid of the poison.
I might tell you, my girl, that you were on the point of popping off.
-I say, look at that.
-What is it? It looks very much like gold.
Can't be.
I don't believe it.
-There's some more of it over here.
-Oh, Harry.
-Look.
Gold.
-Don't be so silly.
It can't be gold.
-Sarah, solid gold.
-Harry, stop it! Anyway, it isn't ours.
Well, it isn't anybody's, is it? Just lying scattered around here.
Rich.
I can buy myself out of the navy, buy a quiet little practice in the country, solid gold stethoscope.
(LAUGHS) Uh-oh.
That's torn it.
-SARAH: Oh! -All right, steady on, old chap.
-Put that gun down, Kellman.
-All right, Commander.
Go ahead and shoot.
Neither of us can miss at this range.
-I said put that gun down.
-Oh, no.
-You can't get away.
-That's right, Commander.
I'm going into my cabin.
You can lock me in, if you like.
Just don't try to follow (GRUNTS) -Well done, Lester.
-He walked right into it.
(SARAH STRUGGLING) -SARAH: There's been a mistake.
-You're fussing over nothing at all.
-Harry, tell them.
-I'm trying to tell them but they don't seem to Please, wait.
Where are you taking us? We weren't trying to steal your gold, if that's what you're thinking.
Well, not really.
HARRY: Of course we were.
We were just Voga, otherwise known as the Planet of Gold.
He's hated and feared by Cybermen because gold is lethal to them.
-How? -It's the perfect non-corrodible metal.
It plates their breathing apparatus.
And in effect, suffocates them.
Doesn't it, Professor? Now, Sarah and Harry are down there.
And, without that pentalion drive, I can't bring them back.
-We found this in his cabin.
-Yeah.
Keeps in touch with his masters.
What have you done with the pentalion drive, Professor? I don't know what you're talking about.
-STEVENSON: He's lying.
-I think he's lying.
-What are you doing with that? -This? -Oh, nothing.
Why? Is it important? -No.
Yes, I think our friend is lying to gain time.
-I don't know what you mean.
-But time for what, I wonder.
Hmm? Computer reports heavy phobic energy discharge between the beacon and Voga.
That means the humans have recently used their transmat beam.
-Yes, Leader.
-Time to docking? -Sixteen minutes.
-Good.
Order the boarding party to the forward hatch.
-The Doctor will be worrying about us.
-I'm worrying about us.
-What is this place, anyway? -I can tell you what it isn't.
It isn't uninhabited.
So, you are from the beacon.
Why have you come to Voga? Was it to escape the plague? -Yes.
Yes, that's right.
The plague.
-You're lying! -And now tell me the truth.
-No, I'm not lying.
I have the plague.
When the plague had done its work, there were to be four humans left alive.
That was the plan.
-Plan? You mean you deliberately -You were not among the four.
Well, we arrived after the plague but I was bitten, and the Doctor put me in the matterbeam to cure me, didn't he, Harry? Yes, that's right.
It's the truth.
And I came with her because she was dying.
And we really weren't trying to steal your gold.
So, how many humans are on the beacon now? If you refuse to answer, you will suffer.
And then I will ask you again and then you will answer.
Do you understand? Yes.
Humans are reported to have some intelligence.
When Vorus, leader of the Guardians, asks you a question, it is not wise to refuse to answer.
(RADIO BUZZING) Take them out and put them in confinement.
I'll question them later.
-Greetings, Councillor Tyrum.
-Ah, Vorus.
There are matters of importance I must discuss with you.
-Yes? -Not over the vision projector.
Here in the city.
I am not aware of anything of such importance, Councillor.
I am.
And always, Vorus, I look forward to our meeting with the keenest pleasure.
So I sent our fastest skimmer to collect you.
As a Space Service Commander, there are certain crimes where I can order immediate execution.
And you have murdered 4 7 members of my crew and jeopardised our mission.
-You're talking rubbish, Commander.
-Shooting's too good for him.
-So, what's it gonna be, Kellman? -Be? Are you going to die now? Or will you tell us where that pentalion drive is? You're not frightening me, Commander.
You won't shoot.
-But I have every right.
-You can't prove a thing.
No? Well, what about that box you had? The Doctor says it controls the Cybermats.
And I say it's an instrument for analysing mineral elements.
Every exographer carries one.
(CYBERMAT BUZZING) -Look.
-Leave it.
Don't shoot, Commander.
Stop it! For heaven's sake, do something.
After you've been bitten, Kellman, you'll have just 10 seconds to remember where that pentalion drive is.
If you want to live.
All right, all right.
It's around my neck.
-Take it.
-Splendid.
Good.
Now we can get Harry and Sarah back.
Sarah, these chains are solid gold.
Harry, will you just shut up about your rotten gold.
Twenty-four karat by the looks of it.
Because of the gold, we're in this mess.
-Just thinking.
-Well, don't.
Gold's a very soft metal, isn't it, Sarah? So, if we can find a decent bit of rock we might be able to file through.
Well, we can't just sit here glittering, can we? You said, a matter of importance, Chief Councillor.
Yes, I have a report that two aliens, two humans, have been seen in the upper gold mine.
-What? -By ancient tradition, your guards control the gold mines and the routes to the surface.
If humans have set foot on Voga, it could only have been with your connivance, Vorus.
You have no proof of this absurd allegation.
Nonetheless, I believe it.
Whatever is happening in the gold mines, Vorus, strange stories have reached my ears.
Your guards have never before resorted to murder.
-It was matter of internal discipline.
-I know your ambitions, Vorus.
I know you see Voga as a great power game, trading its gold with other planets in the galaxy.
Why not? Why should we remain forever underground? Cowering from the memory of something that happened centuries ago.
Because this way, we survive.
While no one suspects that Voga's inhabited.
That this is the famous Planet of Gold.
-We remain safe.
-Safe? You have the philosophy of a cringing mouse, Tyrum.
And you are a gambler with a mad thirst for power.
That's why I no longer trust you and the Guardians.
My militia are taking over control of the gold mines.
You dare to challenge the traditional authority of the Guardians? You maintain security, Vorus.
The militia are moving into the gold mines at this moment.
-We shall see.
-Your men are outnumbered, Vorus.
And the troops have orders to crush any resistance.
If there is any bloodshed, remember, it'll be on your hands.
I shall have you removed from office for this.
-Ow! Careful! -Sorry.
-It is flattening though.
-So is my ankle.
Yeah, I think you might be able to get your foot through now.
Let's have a go then.
-Come on, one more pull.
It's coming.
-It hurts.
Your tibias, or rather fetlocks, are like a carthorse.
-Ah! My ankles aren't thick.
-Come on.
Pull.
-There.
-Well done.
Now you can have a go at mine.
Wait a minute.
If I can break off one of those stalagmites, we might be able to use it as a lever.
Hmm? Fire one shot over their heads.
(SHOT FIRING) Stay back! No one enter the Guild Hall of the Guardians.
Hold your positions while I take fresh orders from Tyrum.
(SHOTS FIRING) Must be kept from this section at all costs.
If Tyrum finds our Skystriker, all our years of work would've been for nothing.
I agree.
As for the two humans from the beacon.
Have them killed immediately.
Without further questioning? If they fall into Tyrum's hands, he might learn too much of our plan.
-They have to be silenced.
-Very well.
I'll send a detachment to deal with them.
Right.
Now, let's see if it works.
(BUZZING) -Strange.
-Isn't it working? Yes.
Full power.
They must have left the receptor circuit.
LESTER: Commander? I'm getting a signal on the radar screen.
STEVENSON: It could be an incoming ship.
There's nothing due for another 12 days.
Try and get a contact.
This is Nerva Beacon to approaching craft.
How do you read me? Over.
-Nothing.
-But it must be a spaceship.
Look, it's coming directly towards us.
Keep trying them, Lester.
This is Nerva Beacon to approaching craft.
Do you read me? This is Nerva Beacon.
Would you kindly give your identity signal? (SARAH GRUNTING) -(SARAH GASPS) -Maimed for life.
Honestly, I don't know why you're complaining.
I got you free.
(MACHINE BUZZING) -What's that? -What? Sounds like another of their Dodgem cars.
-It's coming this way.
-Quick.
This way.
Harry.
Sorry, old girl.
Dead end.
Back we go.
No, we can't, Harry.
Look.
We're trapped.
Over there.
(SHOTS FIRING) -Harry! -Come on.
Coming! HARRY: Run.
It must be within visual range now.
Try to get a scanner contact.
-There she is.
-I don't recognise that type.
Never seen anything like it before.
There are missile tubes in the nose cone.
So it must be an alien.
This is Nerva Beacon.
You are approaching Nerva Beacon.
We are in quarantine by orders from Earth Centre.
I repeat, we are in quarantine.
Stand away.
They're deliberately ignoring our signals, Commander.
Look.
-They're moving into docking orbit.
-The fools.
SARAH: Harry.
Careful.
GUARDIAN: Hurry! This looks like the end, Sarah.
One thing about you, Harry, you never miss the obvious.
Why don't they just finish us off? Vogans of Vorus! Lay down your weapons.
You are surrounded! Now what? -Plea? -They seemed confused.
At first they spoke of this scourge as a plague.
But then, one of them said that the humans were killed by poison.
I will see them myself, Sheprah.
Are the Guardians resisting our militia? Not in the galleries.
They are holding a defensive position outside the Guild Chamber.
(SCOFFS) I expected Vorus would make the Guild Chamber his strongpoint.
Let him hold that for the present.
One determined assault is all that is needed to occupy them.
Let me see the two human captives.
If Vorus has committed treason, I might give him the chance to die in battle.
You think he is a traitor, Councillor? After the cataclysms of our ancient past, Sheprah, we've survived down here only by regarding all outsiders as hostile.
-They're docking.
-We've got to stop them getting in.
But who DOCTOR: Cybermen! (ALARM RINGING) No good.
All resistance overcome.
The beacon is ours.