Doctor Who (1963) s19e26 Episode Script
Time-Flight, Part Four
(DOCTOR WHO THEME) (GROANS) Zarak, embrace again the eternal truth of the Xeraphin.
Too late, my brother.
The Master is ready for us.
The Master's perfected the induction loop.
What's happened to the Xeraphin? Transferred to the centre of the Master's Tardis.
What does that mean? It means the Master has finally defeated me.
That can't be so.
With the Xeraphin at the centre of his Tardis, there's no limit to his powers.
There must be something we can do.
Doctor! Well, it would help if you could remember where you came in.
Even if we found it, we wouldn't be able to open it with the Xeraphin gone.
Then we have to resort to brute force.
I thought this thing would never stabilise.
I don't think we'll risk touching any more controls.
Look for a radio.
Maybe we can send a Mayday signal.
Who's going to answer it? Well, perhaps the Doctor has a remote navigational What's the matter, Captain? Where did you come from? Oh, it's no good.
The wall's solid.
-We need help from outside.
-Such as? -The people who let the Doctor in.
-How do you suggest we make contact? (WHOOSHING) The Tardis! -Captain Stapley! -Doctor! -Am I glad to see you.
-Are we glad to see the Tardis! My dear Captain, you really are the most remarkable man to pilot the Tardis and with such precision.
Perhaps you could take us to the other side of that wall.
What? -You have control, as they say.
-I can't fly this thing.
-Then how did you pilot it here? -Professor Hayter, of course.
Yeah.
Didn't you instruct Professor Hayter on how to fly the Tardis? No.
Where is the Professor? He was here a moment ago.
Professor Hayter is dead.
Then what did we see if it wasn't Hayter? Possibly a telepathic projection.
Perhaps he isn't really dead.
The man was atomised.
No.
He was absorbed into the Xeraphin life force.
(WHOOSHING) -Doctor! -Hello.
-Captain.
-Roger, I'm glad you're safe.
-This place is getting like Heathrow.
-Have you seen another Tardis? Would that be something like a Greek pillar? -Could well be.
-Yes, it vanished about 10 minutes ago.
-Oh, we've lost him.
-I don't think so.
He's still in this time zone.
He can't be far away.
TEGAN: How do you know that? In its new state, the Master's Tardis won't be fully operational yet.
He's got the nucleus all right, but he'll need to work on it.
What got me was all the people.
-The passengers.
-Yes.
I've heard of a football team getting into a telephone kiosk, but this was ridiculous.
Captain, your passengers are now in greater danger than ever before.
-How? -I'll explain later.
Nyssa, I want you to take the Tardis back to the Concorde cargo hold.
Captain, you and your crew get ready for takeoff immediately.
After that landing, I doubt if the aircraft is safe to fly.
Wing and a prayer, Captain.
Well, if the damage isn't too bad, we could always cannibalise Victor Foxtrot.
-But what about a runway? -I'm sure you'll do your very best.
Tegan, come with me.
Nyssa, the coordinates are all set.
Keep your eyes open.
The Master could be anywhere.
(WHOOSHING) Andrew and I will start with the cockpit check.
Roger, I want you to do a walk around the whole aircraft.
Right, Skipper.
He's not here.
And taken everything with him.
Including the bits of my Tardis.
-The passengers, what about them? -Molecular disintegration.
That way the Master has a neat little store of protoplasm with which he can do anything he wants.
What, sort of melt them down? In a manner of speaking.
Let's get back to Captain Stapley.
Well, the brake line's fractured and we've lost a lot of fluid.
-Is that bad? -Bad? It's a miracle.
The undercarriage itself is virtually undamaged.
We can probably nick the spares from Victor Foxtrot.
That's funny.
-What? -I thought I saw Victor Foxtrot shimmer.
Must be imagining things.
-There's something wrong.
-Well, I can't see anything.
No.
No, you can't, can you? -What's the damage, Roger? -Fractured brake line.
-Is that all? -As far as I can tell.
-Not a bad landing, Skipper.
-Can you repair it? With a bit of luck and a bit of Victor Foxtrot.
There's only one problem, though, Skipper, we'll need some compressed air for the start-up.
I'll take the tyres off numbers one and four wheels from Victor Foxtrot.
-You what? -Skipper, have you any idea how you jack up 100 tons of aircraft? -We dig a hole.
-What? And with three and two wheels still in place, you don't need to support the aircraft! I say, brilliant.
-Where have you been? -I'll explain later.
Where is my Tardis? In the cargo hold, of course.
Captain, is your aircraft all right? Apart from some damage to the hydraulics, but we'll take some bits off Victor Foxtrot.
-Ah.
Not a good idea.
-But, Doctor, it would work.
-If that were Concorde.
-Well, it is Concorde.
That aircraft was damaged.
Now it's in perfect condition.
We must be hallucinating again.
I'm afraid not.
That's the Master's Tardis.
But it's a plane.
The Master's operated his chameleon circuit.
And materialised around the other aircraft.
Then Victor Foxtrot Is inside the Master's Tardis, of course.
I wish I had time to explain dimensional transcendentalism.
Look, I'm going into my Tardis.
You stay here.
No, Doctor.
It's too dangerous.
-There's no other way.
-What are you going to do? The Doctor's going to materialise around the Master's Tardis.
-You know what happened before.
-There's no time for anything else.
(WHOOSHING) We're too late.
With the power of the Xeraphin, the Master will be invincible.
Without the bits he stole from my Tardis, we can only travel in this time zone.
We're stuck here? I'm afraid so.
(WHOOSHING) And so, it would seem, is the Master.
Come on.
Devious to the last, Doctor.
Technical hitch? Your substitution of the temporal limiter for the time lapse compressor.
Ah.
Well, that's the way it goes if you will steal other people's property.
What's he talking about, Nyssa? Have you been tampering with the Tardis? -Of course not.
-Have you any idea what would've happened if I tried to -Doctor, I think I can explain.
-You, Captain? Yes, you see, when we were on the Tardis, I swapped some of the parts around.
I though it might put a spanner in the works.
-It's a stupid idea, really.
-Stupid? It was brilliant.
Your prospects seem rather limited.
I can still operate my Tardis.
Ah, but such a restricted range.
Very well, Doctor.
What are your terms? You return all the passengers, we have access to both aircraft, you return all the components of my Tardis, not necessary for the normal functioning of your machine.
And what will you give me? The temporal limiter.
Doctor, the nucleus of the Xeraphin He'll never give that up.
Without it, his Tardis is useless.
-Has he agreed? -Well, we'll know that in a moment.
Look! He's accepted.
-Is that the Master's Tardis? -Yes.
-I don't believe it.
-SCOBIE: I think I'd rather hallucinate.
Captain, I'll need your aircraft ready for takeoff as soon as possible.
We'll do our best.
Roger, Andrew, let's measure this ground for takeoff.
Now, you two, stay here.
If the Doctor gives the Master a bit of the Tardis, how do we get back? He must be giving him a redundant circuit.
You know how the Doctor collects spare parts.
You seem to have mislaid the quantum accelerator.
Not at all, Doctor.
You shall have it when you give me the correctly programmed temporal limiter.
If you'd be so good as to follow me.
No, Doctor, they shall go when I permit them to.
Oh, Doctor, I shall need an external power supply to start the engine.
It's 400 cycles, 115 volts.
Right, I'll run a line from the Tardis.
Oh, you'll need a compressed air supply.
I'm using the air from the tyres of Victor Foxtrot.
And we can take reducing valves and piping from the air-conditioning system.
Doctor, you haven't got the quantum accelerator back from the Master.
And he hasn't got the temporal limiter.
The idea, you see, is to keep him waiting until we're ready to takeoff.
Why do we need Concorde? Can't we all go back in the Tardis? No, I need the Tardis to deal with the Master.
Doctor, how are you going to deal with the Master? Doctor? I'm thinking about it.
-Hydraulics fixed.
-External power all right, Captain? Yes.
Tell the Doctor we're ready, please.
I want to do a final walk around the aircraft while we're waiting for the Doctor.
I'm impatient to leave this place.
Tell the Doctor I require the temporal limiter immediately.
Or I shall start to eliminate your passengers.
Captain Stapley says the aircraft is ready.
Good.
I just need a few more minutes.
Doctor, hurry up.
The Master's getting trigger-happy out there.
Well, we better not keep him waiting.
It looks fine, Roger.
There's no guarantee it'll stand up to the takeoff.
No knowing what will happen going over this ground at 200 knots.
What happens when we get airborne? That rather depends on the Doctor, doesn't it? Let's hope he knows what he's doing.
Please.
The quantum accelerator.
The temporal limiter.
Thank you.
(THE MASTER CHUCKLING) Should I say au revoir, Doctor? (WHOOSHING) I suppose he could end up anywhere in the universe.
Heathrow, actually.
-What? -He's virtually running in a new Tardis.
In order to check out the temporal dimensions, he'll need to track back the line of the time contour.
He'll land up in London with that nucleus on board? -Yes.
-But that's disaster! Quite right.
Shall we go on board? The passengers are coming, too? The passengers are your responsibility, Tegan.
When you get them on board, stand by these tyres.
Ladies and gentlemen, we do apologise for the delay.
Your flight is now ready for boarding.
Would you care to proceed to your aircraft immediately? (PASSENGERS MURMURING) But the Master will get to Earth before us.
Not with my temporal limiter in circuit.
Why? Doesn't it work? Of course it does.
You don't think I could fool the Master, do you? Mind you, there is an inhibition factor inherent in the programming.
What does that mean? He'll arrive after us.
Air on number three engine.
Start number three engine.
(ENGINE POWERING UP) Start number two engine.
(ENGINE POWERING UP) Air off.
Get Tegan in here.
Start number one engine.
Start number four engine.
I want reverse thrust on three and four so I can turn the aircraft and clear that ramp.
I will abandon takeoff prior to V1 only on the loss of two engines.
-Ready to go? -Yes, Doctor.
Fasten your seatbelt for takeoff, please.
At V2, we'll maintain our climb out at Theta-2 at full power.
Cross your fingers.
This is it, gentlemen.
Three, two, one, now.
Power checked.
V1.
Rotate.
What did I tell you, Doctor? Finest aircraft in the world.
V2.
Gear up.
Where to now, Doctor? Ah.
I'll just programme your flight computer.
Now, as we dematerialise, we reverse the process of the time contour, and kick Concorde back onto its original flight path.
With a bit of luck.
What's happening? Centre of gravity shifted.
The radio navigation is working! Look! It's not possible.
From out of nowhere.
Speedbird Concorde Golf Alpha Charlie.
Roger.
Speedbird Concorde Golf Alpha Charlie descending to 350.
We're back.
(WHOOSHING) Well, it's Heathrow airport.
We appear to be on schedule for a change.
-What a funny way to travel.
-Kind of fun, though.
You miss it, don't you? Oh, I don't know.
It's not exactly dull travelling with the Doctor.
Doctor! Ah.
Now what we need's a diversion.
Now with a bit of luck, not to mention judgement The Master can't land.
No.
Same coordinates as the Tardis.
But we got here first.
Just.
It's gone.
Knocked back into time-space like a straight six into the pavilion.
Xeraphin will never be able to regenerate.
Well, they stand a much better chance on their own planet.
You sent them to Xeriphas? But the radiation That was millions of years ago.
The atmosphere will be perfectly clear by now.
Not a very nice climate for the Master, though.
He'll just takeoff again.
Well, I think with that extra energy on board, my temporal limiter will need replacing.
-He's stuck on Xeriphas? -Yes.
Let's hope it's for good.
Now, where's Tegan? WOMAN ON PA: Air Australia announces the departure of flight AS342 to Sydney, Australia.
Will passengers proceed through passport control to gate 14? The airline, not to mention Whitehall, is going to need a full explanation.
We did rescue the passengers and crew.
And got our own plane back from a time warp.
Time warp indeed.
The Doctor was absolutely right.
We've been away for 140 million years.
What about the overtime? You were only missing for 24 hours.
And what about Victor Foxtrot? -Victor Foxtrot was never really lost.
-What? Should be on the other side of the sewage farm.
Must've been beside the ruins of the citadel for 140 million years.
You just have to dig it up.
(PHONE RINGING) Yes.
Oh, not that police box again.
It's the Doctor! Ah, well, really, Officer, we're just in transit, as it were.
Ah, just Captain Stapley, I trust you had a good flight.
You're amazing, Doctor.
You know my friend, the Airport Controller, I'm sure he can give you a full explanation.
I think I'm entitled to a few explanations.
Er Well, I'll just make a quick phone call, which should clear the whole thing up.
I thought the Doctor was on Concorde with you.
Absolutely.
But, you see, that police box is really a spaceship in disguise.
-And it's called the Tardis.
-Tardis? Tardis? And it travels in time as well.
Gentlemen, if you persist with this flippancy, it will be time to talk about (WHOOSHING) disciplinaryaction.
Happy landings, Doctor.
Happy landings, Doctor.
Hello.
I thought you were going with the Doctor.
So did I.
Too late, my brother.
The Master is ready for us.
The Master's perfected the induction loop.
What's happened to the Xeraphin? Transferred to the centre of the Master's Tardis.
What does that mean? It means the Master has finally defeated me.
That can't be so.
With the Xeraphin at the centre of his Tardis, there's no limit to his powers.
There must be something we can do.
Doctor! Well, it would help if you could remember where you came in.
Even if we found it, we wouldn't be able to open it with the Xeraphin gone.
Then we have to resort to brute force.
I thought this thing would never stabilise.
I don't think we'll risk touching any more controls.
Look for a radio.
Maybe we can send a Mayday signal.
Who's going to answer it? Well, perhaps the Doctor has a remote navigational What's the matter, Captain? Where did you come from? Oh, it's no good.
The wall's solid.
-We need help from outside.
-Such as? -The people who let the Doctor in.
-How do you suggest we make contact? (WHOOSHING) The Tardis! -Captain Stapley! -Doctor! -Am I glad to see you.
-Are we glad to see the Tardis! My dear Captain, you really are the most remarkable man to pilot the Tardis and with such precision.
Perhaps you could take us to the other side of that wall.
What? -You have control, as they say.
-I can't fly this thing.
-Then how did you pilot it here? -Professor Hayter, of course.
Yeah.
Didn't you instruct Professor Hayter on how to fly the Tardis? No.
Where is the Professor? He was here a moment ago.
Professor Hayter is dead.
Then what did we see if it wasn't Hayter? Possibly a telepathic projection.
Perhaps he isn't really dead.
The man was atomised.
No.
He was absorbed into the Xeraphin life force.
(WHOOSHING) -Doctor! -Hello.
-Captain.
-Roger, I'm glad you're safe.
-This place is getting like Heathrow.
-Have you seen another Tardis? Would that be something like a Greek pillar? -Could well be.
-Yes, it vanished about 10 minutes ago.
-Oh, we've lost him.
-I don't think so.
He's still in this time zone.
He can't be far away.
TEGAN: How do you know that? In its new state, the Master's Tardis won't be fully operational yet.
He's got the nucleus all right, but he'll need to work on it.
What got me was all the people.
-The passengers.
-Yes.
I've heard of a football team getting into a telephone kiosk, but this was ridiculous.
Captain, your passengers are now in greater danger than ever before.
-How? -I'll explain later.
Nyssa, I want you to take the Tardis back to the Concorde cargo hold.
Captain, you and your crew get ready for takeoff immediately.
After that landing, I doubt if the aircraft is safe to fly.
Wing and a prayer, Captain.
Well, if the damage isn't too bad, we could always cannibalise Victor Foxtrot.
-But what about a runway? -I'm sure you'll do your very best.
Tegan, come with me.
Nyssa, the coordinates are all set.
Keep your eyes open.
The Master could be anywhere.
(WHOOSHING) Andrew and I will start with the cockpit check.
Roger, I want you to do a walk around the whole aircraft.
Right, Skipper.
He's not here.
And taken everything with him.
Including the bits of my Tardis.
-The passengers, what about them? -Molecular disintegration.
That way the Master has a neat little store of protoplasm with which he can do anything he wants.
What, sort of melt them down? In a manner of speaking.
Let's get back to Captain Stapley.
Well, the brake line's fractured and we've lost a lot of fluid.
-Is that bad? -Bad? It's a miracle.
The undercarriage itself is virtually undamaged.
We can probably nick the spares from Victor Foxtrot.
That's funny.
-What? -I thought I saw Victor Foxtrot shimmer.
Must be imagining things.
-There's something wrong.
-Well, I can't see anything.
No.
No, you can't, can you? -What's the damage, Roger? -Fractured brake line.
-Is that all? -As far as I can tell.
-Not a bad landing, Skipper.
-Can you repair it? With a bit of luck and a bit of Victor Foxtrot.
There's only one problem, though, Skipper, we'll need some compressed air for the start-up.
I'll take the tyres off numbers one and four wheels from Victor Foxtrot.
-You what? -Skipper, have you any idea how you jack up 100 tons of aircraft? -We dig a hole.
-What? And with three and two wheels still in place, you don't need to support the aircraft! I say, brilliant.
-Where have you been? -I'll explain later.
Where is my Tardis? In the cargo hold, of course.
Captain, is your aircraft all right? Apart from some damage to the hydraulics, but we'll take some bits off Victor Foxtrot.
-Ah.
Not a good idea.
-But, Doctor, it would work.
-If that were Concorde.
-Well, it is Concorde.
That aircraft was damaged.
Now it's in perfect condition.
We must be hallucinating again.
I'm afraid not.
That's the Master's Tardis.
But it's a plane.
The Master's operated his chameleon circuit.
And materialised around the other aircraft.
Then Victor Foxtrot Is inside the Master's Tardis, of course.
I wish I had time to explain dimensional transcendentalism.
Look, I'm going into my Tardis.
You stay here.
No, Doctor.
It's too dangerous.
-There's no other way.
-What are you going to do? The Doctor's going to materialise around the Master's Tardis.
-You know what happened before.
-There's no time for anything else.
(WHOOSHING) We're too late.
With the power of the Xeraphin, the Master will be invincible.
Without the bits he stole from my Tardis, we can only travel in this time zone.
We're stuck here? I'm afraid so.
(WHOOSHING) And so, it would seem, is the Master.
Come on.
Devious to the last, Doctor.
Technical hitch? Your substitution of the temporal limiter for the time lapse compressor.
Ah.
Well, that's the way it goes if you will steal other people's property.
What's he talking about, Nyssa? Have you been tampering with the Tardis? -Of course not.
-Have you any idea what would've happened if I tried to -Doctor, I think I can explain.
-You, Captain? Yes, you see, when we were on the Tardis, I swapped some of the parts around.
I though it might put a spanner in the works.
-It's a stupid idea, really.
-Stupid? It was brilliant.
Your prospects seem rather limited.
I can still operate my Tardis.
Ah, but such a restricted range.
Very well, Doctor.
What are your terms? You return all the passengers, we have access to both aircraft, you return all the components of my Tardis, not necessary for the normal functioning of your machine.
And what will you give me? The temporal limiter.
Doctor, the nucleus of the Xeraphin He'll never give that up.
Without it, his Tardis is useless.
-Has he agreed? -Well, we'll know that in a moment.
Look! He's accepted.
-Is that the Master's Tardis? -Yes.
-I don't believe it.
-SCOBIE: I think I'd rather hallucinate.
Captain, I'll need your aircraft ready for takeoff as soon as possible.
We'll do our best.
Roger, Andrew, let's measure this ground for takeoff.
Now, you two, stay here.
If the Doctor gives the Master a bit of the Tardis, how do we get back? He must be giving him a redundant circuit.
You know how the Doctor collects spare parts.
You seem to have mislaid the quantum accelerator.
Not at all, Doctor.
You shall have it when you give me the correctly programmed temporal limiter.
If you'd be so good as to follow me.
No, Doctor, they shall go when I permit them to.
Oh, Doctor, I shall need an external power supply to start the engine.
It's 400 cycles, 115 volts.
Right, I'll run a line from the Tardis.
Oh, you'll need a compressed air supply.
I'm using the air from the tyres of Victor Foxtrot.
And we can take reducing valves and piping from the air-conditioning system.
Doctor, you haven't got the quantum accelerator back from the Master.
And he hasn't got the temporal limiter.
The idea, you see, is to keep him waiting until we're ready to takeoff.
Why do we need Concorde? Can't we all go back in the Tardis? No, I need the Tardis to deal with the Master.
Doctor, how are you going to deal with the Master? Doctor? I'm thinking about it.
-Hydraulics fixed.
-External power all right, Captain? Yes.
Tell the Doctor we're ready, please.
I want to do a final walk around the aircraft while we're waiting for the Doctor.
I'm impatient to leave this place.
Tell the Doctor I require the temporal limiter immediately.
Or I shall start to eliminate your passengers.
Captain Stapley says the aircraft is ready.
Good.
I just need a few more minutes.
Doctor, hurry up.
The Master's getting trigger-happy out there.
Well, we better not keep him waiting.
It looks fine, Roger.
There's no guarantee it'll stand up to the takeoff.
No knowing what will happen going over this ground at 200 knots.
What happens when we get airborne? That rather depends on the Doctor, doesn't it? Let's hope he knows what he's doing.
Please.
The quantum accelerator.
The temporal limiter.
Thank you.
(THE MASTER CHUCKLING) Should I say au revoir, Doctor? (WHOOSHING) I suppose he could end up anywhere in the universe.
Heathrow, actually.
-What? -He's virtually running in a new Tardis.
In order to check out the temporal dimensions, he'll need to track back the line of the time contour.
He'll land up in London with that nucleus on board? -Yes.
-But that's disaster! Quite right.
Shall we go on board? The passengers are coming, too? The passengers are your responsibility, Tegan.
When you get them on board, stand by these tyres.
Ladies and gentlemen, we do apologise for the delay.
Your flight is now ready for boarding.
Would you care to proceed to your aircraft immediately? (PASSENGERS MURMURING) But the Master will get to Earth before us.
Not with my temporal limiter in circuit.
Why? Doesn't it work? Of course it does.
You don't think I could fool the Master, do you? Mind you, there is an inhibition factor inherent in the programming.
What does that mean? He'll arrive after us.
Air on number three engine.
Start number three engine.
(ENGINE POWERING UP) Start number two engine.
(ENGINE POWERING UP) Air off.
Get Tegan in here.
Start number one engine.
Start number four engine.
I want reverse thrust on three and four so I can turn the aircraft and clear that ramp.
I will abandon takeoff prior to V1 only on the loss of two engines.
-Ready to go? -Yes, Doctor.
Fasten your seatbelt for takeoff, please.
At V2, we'll maintain our climb out at Theta-2 at full power.
Cross your fingers.
This is it, gentlemen.
Three, two, one, now.
Power checked.
V1.
Rotate.
What did I tell you, Doctor? Finest aircraft in the world.
V2.
Gear up.
Where to now, Doctor? Ah.
I'll just programme your flight computer.
Now, as we dematerialise, we reverse the process of the time contour, and kick Concorde back onto its original flight path.
With a bit of luck.
What's happening? Centre of gravity shifted.
The radio navigation is working! Look! It's not possible.
From out of nowhere.
Speedbird Concorde Golf Alpha Charlie.
Roger.
Speedbird Concorde Golf Alpha Charlie descending to 350.
We're back.
(WHOOSHING) Well, it's Heathrow airport.
We appear to be on schedule for a change.
-What a funny way to travel.
-Kind of fun, though.
You miss it, don't you? Oh, I don't know.
It's not exactly dull travelling with the Doctor.
Doctor! Ah.
Now what we need's a diversion.
Now with a bit of luck, not to mention judgement The Master can't land.
No.
Same coordinates as the Tardis.
But we got here first.
Just.
It's gone.
Knocked back into time-space like a straight six into the pavilion.
Xeraphin will never be able to regenerate.
Well, they stand a much better chance on their own planet.
You sent them to Xeriphas? But the radiation That was millions of years ago.
The atmosphere will be perfectly clear by now.
Not a very nice climate for the Master, though.
He'll just takeoff again.
Well, I think with that extra energy on board, my temporal limiter will need replacing.
-He's stuck on Xeriphas? -Yes.
Let's hope it's for good.
Now, where's Tegan? WOMAN ON PA: Air Australia announces the departure of flight AS342 to Sydney, Australia.
Will passengers proceed through passport control to gate 14? The airline, not to mention Whitehall, is going to need a full explanation.
We did rescue the passengers and crew.
And got our own plane back from a time warp.
Time warp indeed.
The Doctor was absolutely right.
We've been away for 140 million years.
What about the overtime? You were only missing for 24 hours.
And what about Victor Foxtrot? -Victor Foxtrot was never really lost.
-What? Should be on the other side of the sewage farm.
Must've been beside the ruins of the citadel for 140 million years.
You just have to dig it up.
(PHONE RINGING) Yes.
Oh, not that police box again.
It's the Doctor! Ah, well, really, Officer, we're just in transit, as it were.
Ah, just Captain Stapley, I trust you had a good flight.
You're amazing, Doctor.
You know my friend, the Airport Controller, I'm sure he can give you a full explanation.
I think I'm entitled to a few explanations.
Er Well, I'll just make a quick phone call, which should clear the whole thing up.
I thought the Doctor was on Concorde with you.
Absolutely.
But, you see, that police box is really a spaceship in disguise.
-And it's called the Tardis.
-Tardis? Tardis? And it travels in time as well.
Gentlemen, if you persist with this flippancy, it will be time to talk about (WHOOSHING) disciplinaryaction.
Happy landings, Doctor.
Happy landings, Doctor.
Hello.
I thought you were going with the Doctor.
So did I.