Doctor Who (1963) s20e10 Episode Script
Mawdryn Undead, Part Two
(DOCTOR WHO THEME) Now, boy.
Do it now! Done it! Here we go.
Well, that shouldn't have happened.
(WHOOSHING) What's happened? Could it have been affected by a tangential deviation coming out of the warp ellipse? Not with the dead reckoning alignment in the coordinates.
-This is 1983? -Yes.
Then it should be here.
But as it isn't, where's it gone? TEGAN: Where's the Doctor? Nyssa, are you sure this is the right place? Should be.
-Something is wrong, isn't it? -I don't know.
I'm sure the Doctor's only wandered off.
-Will your friends be safe? -I hope so.
Now, what did I do wrong? What do I do now? Say something.
BRIGADIER: Turlough.
Doctor? Doctor? There's no one here.
-Ah, so there you are, Turlough.
-Sir.
-What happened? This sphere -Oh, do be quiet, boy.
-You're supposed to be in the sick bay.
-I was with the Doctor.
-Doctor? What, Dr Runciman? -No, sir.
This Doctor.
Brigadier! Brigadier Alastair Gordon Lethbridge-Stewart.
Well, who are you? Down there in the valley.
-I think I saw someone move.
-Can't be the Doctor.
There hasn't been time enough for him to get that far.
Maybe the capsule's malfunctioned.
I hate those transmat things.
Like travelling in a food mixer and just as dangerous.
I'd be afraid of coming out puréed.
NYSSA: Look! (WHEEZING) Doctor! Look at the state he's in.
What are we going to do? -Tegan, we mustn't panic.
-He could die.
Doctor, what happened? -Where am I? -You're on Earth, Doctor.
-You came in the transmat capsule.
-Earth? TEGAN: We followed you through in the TARDIS.
Do you remember? -TARDIS? -It's outside.
Let me help you.
-TARDIS! -Doctor.
Help me.
Help me into the TARDIS.
(GRUNTING) Well, I'm sorry.
If we have met before, it's entirely slipped my memory.
And I've got to get these boys back to school.
Come on, you two.
Get some clothes for him.
Don't you think we should get him into a bed? It's too risky to move him again.
Go and find some blankets.
We must keep him warm.
It's all right, Doctor.
You're safe inside the TARDIS.
HEADMASTER: Come in.
Brigadier? -Oh, it's you.
-I'd forgotten.
-I beg your pardon? -I've regenerated.
Really? What would you say if I told you I was looking for my TARDIS? Very little.
But what about our time together with UNIT? -What? -So you do remember.
UNIT is a secret organisation.
If you are aware of its existence, you would almost certainly have signed the Official Secrets Act.
-Is there somewhere we could talk? -Oh, very well.
My quarters.
This way.
I think he's unconscious.
Something must have happened to the capsule.
I told you those things were dangerous.
That boy! Turlough.
I forgot about him.
Stay here.
An undercover operation is it, Brigadier? I mean, I hardly expected to find you at a boys' school.
Hmm.
Stability not achieved.
Our transmat projection was destructive.
Stability not achieved.
-No end.
-You're safe now, Doctor.
No sign of Turlough.
He could have been atomised.
-Your quarters? -Serviceable.
-Quite.
-Well.
Do go in.
Now then, what's all this about UNIT? Brigadier, I need your help.
-I've lost the TARDIS.
-I don't know what the TARDIS is.
I've already told you.
-And you don't remember me? -Certainly not.
But whoever you are, I can't let you wander around blabbing about classified UNIT operations.
Oh, there's much more at stake than a breach of security.
I've lost my TARDIS, you've lost your memory.
I'd be surprised if the two events weren't connected.
Let me tell you, sir, that I am in full possession of all my faculties.
After all, if I was suffering from amnesia, I'd be the first to know about it, wouldn't I? I'm going for help.
-Where? -To that building we saw.
Use their phone.
If only we still had the Zero Room.
Its restorative power would have helped.
Well, as we haven't, a hospital's the next best thing.
-I'm off.
-All right.
Take the homing device with you.
I'll be as quick as I can.
By the way, how's Sergeant Benton these days? Oh, left the army in '79, sells second-hand cars somewhere.
-And Harry Sullivan? -Seconded to NATO.
Last heard of doing something very hush-hush at Porton Down.
Do you ever see anything of Jo Grant? -What? -My assistant.
Jo Grant.
WOMAN: (WHISPERING) Jo Grant.
Jo Grant.
Sarah Jane? -MAN: (WHISPERING) Sarah Jane.
-Sarah Jane.
Liz Shaw you'll remember, of course.
-MAN: (WHISPERING) Liz Shaw.
-Liz Shaw.
Are you all right? -Someone just walked over my grave.
-Perhaps it was a Yeti, Colonel Lethbridge-Stewart.
(VOICES WHISPERING) DOCTOR: One lump or two, Brigadier.
Well, bless my soul.
So you've done it again, Doctor.
I must apologise for my cavalier behaviour when we met, Doctor.
It's hardly your fault, Brigadier.
It is good to see you.
Yeah, the Doctor and the TARDIS.
Well, how can I ever forget? -Exactly.
-What? The mental block.
There must be some reason for it.
Some trauma, some shocking experience.
Maybe some induced effect.
I don't scare quickly, Doctor.
Nor do I succumb easily to brainwashing techniques.
No, no, of course not.
So, if there was a way of tracing how far back the inhibition goes, you could perhaps get some treatment.
Treatment? Treatment! There's nothing wrong with me, Doctor.
-Well, no.
-A-one.
Always have been.
Absolutely.
I suppose you've been talking behind my back with Dr Runciman.
-Brigadier -Oh, there's loyalty for you.
It's no good.
I'm not taking my leave at the funny farm.
There's nothing wrong with me I tell you! Fit as a fiddle! Always have been! Sorry about that, Doctor.
Had a bit of bother a while back.
Overwork, you know.
Dr Runciman called it a nervous breakdown.
Breakdown.
Don't know the meaning of the word.
This one goes on till he drops.
-When did you leave UNIT, Brigadier? -Seven years ago.
Oh, of course, I could've retired on my army pension, grown vegetable marrows and died of boredom in a twelvemonth.
Then this job turned up.
Bit of admin, bit of rugger.
CO in the school corps.
-And you teach? -Mathematics.
Oh, I know how many beans make five, Doctor.
You don't have to be a Time Lord to cope with A level maths.
It may come as a surprise to you but I also happen to like teaching.
(INDISTINCT CHATTING) Really? -Hey! -(WOLF WHISTLE) Can anyone tell me where I can find a doctor? Well, Brigadier, much as I appreciate your company, I've still got to find my TARDIS.
Your TARDIS.
You know, Doctor, I never believed it could do half the things you claimed.
Yes, well, just at the moment I'd settle for half a TARDIS.
And I'm very worried about Nyssa and Tegan.
-Tegan? Tegan? -What's the matter? -I knew a Tegan once.
-Oh, Tegan's after your time, Brigadier.
She's travelling with me in the TARDIS.
Attractive girl, spirited, spoke with an Australian accent.
-Excuse me.
-Oh, hello there.
I'm sorry to disturb you but I'm looking for a doctor.
There's been an accident, well, sort of an accident.
A friend of mine and possibly one of the boys from the school, he may be hurt, too.
I think you'd better come in.
(MARCHING MUSIC PLAYING ON TV) Right.
Sit yourself down, young lady.
My name's Tegan.
Tegan Jovanka.
-Tegan? -Jovanka.
Hmm.
-It is Tegan.
-That's what I said.
Your Tegan, my Tegan, it's the same person! -Of course, Doctor.
-So, Tegan, Nyssa and the TARDIS, -they're all here.
-Are they? Or rather they were, if you see what I mean.
-Not 100 percent, Doctor.
-I must have miscalculated the offset.
The TARDIS came through in the right place but the wrong time zone.
You and that TARDIS.
Now, it's vitally important you remember exactly what happened.
Oh, look, it's all a long time ago, Doctor.
-I mean, surely what's past is -Is very much in the present, Brigadier.
You never did understand the interrelation of time.
Not much call for that in the A level syllabus, Doctor.
You have in your memory the information I need to track down the TARDIS and communicate with Nyssa and Tegan.
There's nothing to be afraid of, Turlough, now that you've explained everything to me.
Thank you, sir.
In fact, I'm very heartened that you felt able to confide in me like this.
I must say it's a most remarkable story.
But what am I to do, sir? Seems to me, you're in something of a moral dilemma.
Sir? You accepted a free passage home to your own people.
But to fulfil your part of the bargain, you have to kill this Doctor.
But I don't want to kill the Doctor.
I can see you're in a most invidious position.
Haven't I done enough to separate him from his TARDIS? I take your point.
But, in your heart of hearts, do you entirely feel you've completed your side of the bargain? I suppose not.
We can't get everything we like in this world.
Oh, please help me, sir.
I'm afraid I can only put the problem in perspective for you.
The final choice has got to be yours.
Well, I think I'm pulling out.
The Doctor's stranded.
But what's been done for me? I've been ignored.
I shall try and escape in the transmat capsule.
He can sort the Doctor out for himself from now on.
-Is that your final decision? -Yes, sir.
Are you absolutely sure? Yes.
Waking or sleeping, you can never escape me, Turlough.
(EXCLAIMS) Please.
(PANTING) You see, wretched, duplicitous child, I know your every innermost thought.
Leave me alone, please.
I invade every particle of your being.
You will never be free of me until our bond is honoured.
(WHIMPERING) The Doctor isn't as you say! I am the Black Guardian.
The Doctor's good is my evil.
No! You will absorb my will.
-You are to be consumed with my purpose.
-Oh, no! The Doctor shall be utterly destroyed.
The Doctor shall be utterly destroyed.
Turlough? I don't think we have a Turlough.
You must have.
Mind you, I'd better check 'cause I'm a new boy here myself.
Let's see.
S-T.
Trevor, Trumper, Turner Nope, no.
Definitely no Turlough.
They were travelling together when I came down on the hill.
Came down? -What do you mean, a plane crash? -Well Well, good heavens, why didn't you say so before? I'll phone the local constable.
He can coordinate the rescue services.
Look, it's not quite like that.
If we could just get some medical help and get back to the TARDIS, it'd all TARDIS? Did you say TARDIS? -Yes, but you don't understand.
-I think I do, young lady.
Tell me, Miss Jovanka, this friend of yours, is it, by any chance, the Doctor? (WHIMPERING) (EXCLAIMS) What worries me is the level of coincidence in all this.
Almost as if some cosmic influence Still, that won't get me the TARDIS back.
Now, Brigadier, we've got to establish the precise time all this happened.
Well, that's a pretty tall order, Doctor.
Well, don't worry.
Just relax.
Think yourself back.
I'll get a message to Dr Runciman.
He'll be up on top field for the bun fight.
-Bun fight? -Yeah, the celebrations.
Ah, Powell, I've got a job for you.
What celebrations? Well, the Queen's Silver Jubilee, of course.
Powell, get hold of Dr Runciman, tell him to bring his gear -and meet me by the obelisk.
-Yes, sir.
Silver Jubilee? We're in the wrong time zone.
June 7th, 1977.
Well done, Brigadier, come on.
(TELEPHONE RINGING) Lethbridge-Stewart.
Have you informed the headmaster? Then do so at once, Matron.
Turlough has disappeared.
He's trying to get away in the transmat capsule.
That is if he can repair the beam transmitter.
What, Turlough? (SIGHING) Could be done, given time.
(BEEPING) Spot on.
-One of the Doctor's gadgets? -Don't want to miss the TARDIS, do we? I've just realised.
The Doctor is expecting the TARDIS to follow him through to 1983.
Don't you see? The wounded thing in the capsule.
Maybe it isn't the Doctor after all.
Come on.
(SIGHING) Tegan is absolutely right.
I am not in the TARDIS.
Then who is, or do I mean, who was? You tell me, Brigadier.
Tegan, come on.
Doctor, you're better.
(GASPS) Perpetual regeneration.
Regeneration? You don't mean it's happening again? It is life without end or form.
Changing.
(PANTING) Changing.
We've lost the Zero Room, Doctor.
Is there any way we can reconfigure Do not be afraid on my account.
I will regain strength soon but, for the moment, my mind is clouded.
-You understand the navigation? -Well, a bit.
At the moment, we are still aligned with the ship.
Oh, that is well.
Prepare to leave at once.
-Can't leave without Tegan.
-At once! Doctor, you don't know what you're saying.
-Tegan will be back soon.
-At once! The Time Lords abandoned us.
Perpetual torment and despair.
But the ending will come soon.
I, Mawdryn, shall be a Time Lord.
Quickly, we've got to takeoff.
Nyssa, that man, I don't think he's the Doctor.
But he is.
The transmat process induced a regeneration.
-What? -Don't worry.
I know all about regeneration.
I've seen it twice before.
-Come on.
-So have we.
And the Doctor almost died.
Who is that person? Brigadier Lethbridge-Stewart, of course.
Come on.
Doctor? (NYSSA SCREAMS)
Do it now! Done it! Here we go.
Well, that shouldn't have happened.
(WHOOSHING) What's happened? Could it have been affected by a tangential deviation coming out of the warp ellipse? Not with the dead reckoning alignment in the coordinates.
-This is 1983? -Yes.
Then it should be here.
But as it isn't, where's it gone? TEGAN: Where's the Doctor? Nyssa, are you sure this is the right place? Should be.
-Something is wrong, isn't it? -I don't know.
I'm sure the Doctor's only wandered off.
-Will your friends be safe? -I hope so.
Now, what did I do wrong? What do I do now? Say something.
BRIGADIER: Turlough.
Doctor? Doctor? There's no one here.
-Ah, so there you are, Turlough.
-Sir.
-What happened? This sphere -Oh, do be quiet, boy.
-You're supposed to be in the sick bay.
-I was with the Doctor.
-Doctor? What, Dr Runciman? -No, sir.
This Doctor.
Brigadier! Brigadier Alastair Gordon Lethbridge-Stewart.
Well, who are you? Down there in the valley.
-I think I saw someone move.
-Can't be the Doctor.
There hasn't been time enough for him to get that far.
Maybe the capsule's malfunctioned.
I hate those transmat things.
Like travelling in a food mixer and just as dangerous.
I'd be afraid of coming out puréed.
NYSSA: Look! (WHEEZING) Doctor! Look at the state he's in.
What are we going to do? -Tegan, we mustn't panic.
-He could die.
Doctor, what happened? -Where am I? -You're on Earth, Doctor.
-You came in the transmat capsule.
-Earth? TEGAN: We followed you through in the TARDIS.
Do you remember? -TARDIS? -It's outside.
Let me help you.
-TARDIS! -Doctor.
Help me.
Help me into the TARDIS.
(GRUNTING) Well, I'm sorry.
If we have met before, it's entirely slipped my memory.
And I've got to get these boys back to school.
Come on, you two.
Get some clothes for him.
Don't you think we should get him into a bed? It's too risky to move him again.
Go and find some blankets.
We must keep him warm.
It's all right, Doctor.
You're safe inside the TARDIS.
HEADMASTER: Come in.
Brigadier? -Oh, it's you.
-I'd forgotten.
-I beg your pardon? -I've regenerated.
Really? What would you say if I told you I was looking for my TARDIS? Very little.
But what about our time together with UNIT? -What? -So you do remember.
UNIT is a secret organisation.
If you are aware of its existence, you would almost certainly have signed the Official Secrets Act.
-Is there somewhere we could talk? -Oh, very well.
My quarters.
This way.
I think he's unconscious.
Something must have happened to the capsule.
I told you those things were dangerous.
That boy! Turlough.
I forgot about him.
Stay here.
An undercover operation is it, Brigadier? I mean, I hardly expected to find you at a boys' school.
Hmm.
Stability not achieved.
Our transmat projection was destructive.
Stability not achieved.
-No end.
-You're safe now, Doctor.
No sign of Turlough.
He could have been atomised.
-Your quarters? -Serviceable.
-Quite.
-Well.
Do go in.
Now then, what's all this about UNIT? Brigadier, I need your help.
-I've lost the TARDIS.
-I don't know what the TARDIS is.
I've already told you.
-And you don't remember me? -Certainly not.
But whoever you are, I can't let you wander around blabbing about classified UNIT operations.
Oh, there's much more at stake than a breach of security.
I've lost my TARDIS, you've lost your memory.
I'd be surprised if the two events weren't connected.
Let me tell you, sir, that I am in full possession of all my faculties.
After all, if I was suffering from amnesia, I'd be the first to know about it, wouldn't I? I'm going for help.
-Where? -To that building we saw.
Use their phone.
If only we still had the Zero Room.
Its restorative power would have helped.
Well, as we haven't, a hospital's the next best thing.
-I'm off.
-All right.
Take the homing device with you.
I'll be as quick as I can.
By the way, how's Sergeant Benton these days? Oh, left the army in '79, sells second-hand cars somewhere.
-And Harry Sullivan? -Seconded to NATO.
Last heard of doing something very hush-hush at Porton Down.
Do you ever see anything of Jo Grant? -What? -My assistant.
Jo Grant.
WOMAN: (WHISPERING) Jo Grant.
Jo Grant.
Sarah Jane? -MAN: (WHISPERING) Sarah Jane.
-Sarah Jane.
Liz Shaw you'll remember, of course.
-MAN: (WHISPERING) Liz Shaw.
-Liz Shaw.
Are you all right? -Someone just walked over my grave.
-Perhaps it was a Yeti, Colonel Lethbridge-Stewart.
(VOICES WHISPERING) DOCTOR: One lump or two, Brigadier.
Well, bless my soul.
So you've done it again, Doctor.
I must apologise for my cavalier behaviour when we met, Doctor.
It's hardly your fault, Brigadier.
It is good to see you.
Yeah, the Doctor and the TARDIS.
Well, how can I ever forget? -Exactly.
-What? The mental block.
There must be some reason for it.
Some trauma, some shocking experience.
Maybe some induced effect.
I don't scare quickly, Doctor.
Nor do I succumb easily to brainwashing techniques.
No, no, of course not.
So, if there was a way of tracing how far back the inhibition goes, you could perhaps get some treatment.
Treatment? Treatment! There's nothing wrong with me, Doctor.
-Well, no.
-A-one.
Always have been.
Absolutely.
I suppose you've been talking behind my back with Dr Runciman.
-Brigadier -Oh, there's loyalty for you.
It's no good.
I'm not taking my leave at the funny farm.
There's nothing wrong with me I tell you! Fit as a fiddle! Always have been! Sorry about that, Doctor.
Had a bit of bother a while back.
Overwork, you know.
Dr Runciman called it a nervous breakdown.
Breakdown.
Don't know the meaning of the word.
This one goes on till he drops.
-When did you leave UNIT, Brigadier? -Seven years ago.
Oh, of course, I could've retired on my army pension, grown vegetable marrows and died of boredom in a twelvemonth.
Then this job turned up.
Bit of admin, bit of rugger.
CO in the school corps.
-And you teach? -Mathematics.
Oh, I know how many beans make five, Doctor.
You don't have to be a Time Lord to cope with A level maths.
It may come as a surprise to you but I also happen to like teaching.
(INDISTINCT CHATTING) Really? -Hey! -(WOLF WHISTLE) Can anyone tell me where I can find a doctor? Well, Brigadier, much as I appreciate your company, I've still got to find my TARDIS.
Your TARDIS.
You know, Doctor, I never believed it could do half the things you claimed.
Yes, well, just at the moment I'd settle for half a TARDIS.
And I'm very worried about Nyssa and Tegan.
-Tegan? Tegan? -What's the matter? -I knew a Tegan once.
-Oh, Tegan's after your time, Brigadier.
She's travelling with me in the TARDIS.
Attractive girl, spirited, spoke with an Australian accent.
-Excuse me.
-Oh, hello there.
I'm sorry to disturb you but I'm looking for a doctor.
There's been an accident, well, sort of an accident.
A friend of mine and possibly one of the boys from the school, he may be hurt, too.
I think you'd better come in.
(MARCHING MUSIC PLAYING ON TV) Right.
Sit yourself down, young lady.
My name's Tegan.
Tegan Jovanka.
-Tegan? -Jovanka.
Hmm.
-It is Tegan.
-That's what I said.
Your Tegan, my Tegan, it's the same person! -Of course, Doctor.
-So, Tegan, Nyssa and the TARDIS, -they're all here.
-Are they? Or rather they were, if you see what I mean.
-Not 100 percent, Doctor.
-I must have miscalculated the offset.
The TARDIS came through in the right place but the wrong time zone.
You and that TARDIS.
Now, it's vitally important you remember exactly what happened.
Oh, look, it's all a long time ago, Doctor.
-I mean, surely what's past is -Is very much in the present, Brigadier.
You never did understand the interrelation of time.
Not much call for that in the A level syllabus, Doctor.
You have in your memory the information I need to track down the TARDIS and communicate with Nyssa and Tegan.
There's nothing to be afraid of, Turlough, now that you've explained everything to me.
Thank you, sir.
In fact, I'm very heartened that you felt able to confide in me like this.
I must say it's a most remarkable story.
But what am I to do, sir? Seems to me, you're in something of a moral dilemma.
Sir? You accepted a free passage home to your own people.
But to fulfil your part of the bargain, you have to kill this Doctor.
But I don't want to kill the Doctor.
I can see you're in a most invidious position.
Haven't I done enough to separate him from his TARDIS? I take your point.
But, in your heart of hearts, do you entirely feel you've completed your side of the bargain? I suppose not.
We can't get everything we like in this world.
Oh, please help me, sir.
I'm afraid I can only put the problem in perspective for you.
The final choice has got to be yours.
Well, I think I'm pulling out.
The Doctor's stranded.
But what's been done for me? I've been ignored.
I shall try and escape in the transmat capsule.
He can sort the Doctor out for himself from now on.
-Is that your final decision? -Yes, sir.
Are you absolutely sure? Yes.
Waking or sleeping, you can never escape me, Turlough.
(EXCLAIMS) Please.
(PANTING) You see, wretched, duplicitous child, I know your every innermost thought.
Leave me alone, please.
I invade every particle of your being.
You will never be free of me until our bond is honoured.
(WHIMPERING) The Doctor isn't as you say! I am the Black Guardian.
The Doctor's good is my evil.
No! You will absorb my will.
-You are to be consumed with my purpose.
-Oh, no! The Doctor shall be utterly destroyed.
The Doctor shall be utterly destroyed.
Turlough? I don't think we have a Turlough.
You must have.
Mind you, I'd better check 'cause I'm a new boy here myself.
Let's see.
S-T.
Trevor, Trumper, Turner Nope, no.
Definitely no Turlough.
They were travelling together when I came down on the hill.
Came down? -What do you mean, a plane crash? -Well Well, good heavens, why didn't you say so before? I'll phone the local constable.
He can coordinate the rescue services.
Look, it's not quite like that.
If we could just get some medical help and get back to the TARDIS, it'd all TARDIS? Did you say TARDIS? -Yes, but you don't understand.
-I think I do, young lady.
Tell me, Miss Jovanka, this friend of yours, is it, by any chance, the Doctor? (WHIMPERING) (EXCLAIMS) What worries me is the level of coincidence in all this.
Almost as if some cosmic influence Still, that won't get me the TARDIS back.
Now, Brigadier, we've got to establish the precise time all this happened.
Well, that's a pretty tall order, Doctor.
Well, don't worry.
Just relax.
Think yourself back.
I'll get a message to Dr Runciman.
He'll be up on top field for the bun fight.
-Bun fight? -Yeah, the celebrations.
Ah, Powell, I've got a job for you.
What celebrations? Well, the Queen's Silver Jubilee, of course.
Powell, get hold of Dr Runciman, tell him to bring his gear -and meet me by the obelisk.
-Yes, sir.
Silver Jubilee? We're in the wrong time zone.
June 7th, 1977.
Well done, Brigadier, come on.
(TELEPHONE RINGING) Lethbridge-Stewart.
Have you informed the headmaster? Then do so at once, Matron.
Turlough has disappeared.
He's trying to get away in the transmat capsule.
That is if he can repair the beam transmitter.
What, Turlough? (SIGHING) Could be done, given time.
(BEEPING) Spot on.
-One of the Doctor's gadgets? -Don't want to miss the TARDIS, do we? I've just realised.
The Doctor is expecting the TARDIS to follow him through to 1983.
Don't you see? The wounded thing in the capsule.
Maybe it isn't the Doctor after all.
Come on.
(SIGHING) Tegan is absolutely right.
I am not in the TARDIS.
Then who is, or do I mean, who was? You tell me, Brigadier.
Tegan, come on.
Doctor, you're better.
(GASPS) Perpetual regeneration.
Regeneration? You don't mean it's happening again? It is life without end or form.
Changing.
(PANTING) Changing.
We've lost the Zero Room, Doctor.
Is there any way we can reconfigure Do not be afraid on my account.
I will regain strength soon but, for the moment, my mind is clouded.
-You understand the navigation? -Well, a bit.
At the moment, we are still aligned with the ship.
Oh, that is well.
Prepare to leave at once.
-Can't leave without Tegan.
-At once! Doctor, you don't know what you're saying.
-Tegan will be back soon.
-At once! The Time Lords abandoned us.
Perpetual torment and despair.
But the ending will come soon.
I, Mawdryn, shall be a Time Lord.
Quickly, we've got to takeoff.
Nyssa, that man, I don't think he's the Doctor.
But he is.
The transmat process induced a regeneration.
-What? -Don't worry.
I know all about regeneration.
I've seen it twice before.
-Come on.
-So have we.
And the Doctor almost died.
Who is that person? Brigadier Lethbridge-Stewart, of course.
Come on.
Doctor? (NYSSA SCREAMS)