Doctor Who (1963) s22e11 Episode Script

Where's Peri? You promised her safe return.
Ah, yes.
Well, you shouldn't believe everything that people tell you, Doctor.
You gave me your word, you microcephalic apostate.
I demand to see the Borad immediately.
-Admit defeat, Doctor.
-Never.
The stories I've heard about you.
The great Doctor.
All knowing and all powerful.
You're about as powerful as a burnt-out android.
Our ruler has finished with you once and for all.
-We can't do this, Tekker.
-Shut up! Or you'll be joining him.
You're as warped as your dictator friend.
Save your breath for the Timelash, Doctor.
Most people depart with a scream.
-The vortex is ready, Maylin.
-Dispatch the Doctor first.
Goodbye, Doctor.
Unpleasant journey.
Seal the doors! -Thank you, Mykros! -Doctor! Right, get those guards next door and tie them up.
We're safe.
Just let them try breaking in.
They will, but we must be ready for them.
-But how? -We're safe for now, but we must turn this pause to our advantage.
-What is this Timelash, Doctor? -Not now, Herbert.
Mykros, can you find me some strong rope or wire? -Yes, right.
-Doctor, what are you going to do? Enter the Timelash.
You're hurting me.
-Where are you taking me? -You'll see.
Borad, what are you instructions? The Guardoliers must apprehend the Doctor and the rebels.
But the Sanctum has been sealed.
My time-web has the power to disintegrate the doors.
-Use that.
-At once.
But the Earth woman must be kept alive.
Not as long as I'd have liked, but it will have to do.
Is it safe to enter the Timelash? It's our only hope.
Without the Kontron crystals, we've no chance of getting out of here alive.
Well, let me go, Doctor.
You're needed here.
Thank you, Herbert, but no.
Those crystals require skilful manipulation.
Rough handling could be dangerous.
Right, here we go.
Good luck, Doctor.
-He's stopped.
-Doctor! What's the matter? The vortex attraction forces are taking effect.
Could be tougher than I thought.
Can I come down and help, Doctor? No, stay where you are.
I've almost got this one.
Mykros, lower me a little.
Enough.
Do you want to come out now, Doctor? Not yet.
Almost got this one.
Gotcha! Pull him back! I can't.
The force is too great.
He's dangling on the edge of oblivion.
Hang on! -Katz, come here quickly.
-Take the strain.
-Come on, pull! -Careful, Herbert.
Herbert! -Careful! -Doctor! -Get back! Go on.
-Take the strain.
Come on.
I've got you! Just a bit further, Doctor.
Got him! -The Borad will not be pleased with us.
-Stop whining.
I have noticed that it is better to die than to fail the Borad.
If you were to die, I don't think anybody would notice the difference.
-I say, Tekker -Maylin Tekker.
Ah, Borad.
You do not serve me by arguing.
A frivolous debate concerning protocol.
You have time for such things when my Timelash is in the hands of the Doctor and his friends? We serve as best we can, Borad.
As you know, I am not a man of action.
The recapture of the Timelash is best left to those trained for such things.
You disappoint me.
I expected more from you than this.
Your trust is not misplaced.
Kendron and I are on our way to see you.
-For what purpose? -With respect, Borad, a matter best not discussed over an open channel.
Very well.
Disappoint me and you die.
Of course.
Now what have you said? The Borad will kill both of us.
Oh, I think not.
After what I have to tell him, I think he'll be delighted.
And while he's smiling, I shall recommend that he appoints you my deputy.
-Me? - Yes, Kendron, you.
Are you all right? Where are the crystals? Doctor, did you get the crystals? -Yes.
Oh, well done! Well done! Yes, indeed, well done! -And you too, Herbert.
-Well, it was nothing.
When we've stopped congratulating each other, perhaps we can get on.
At last.
Why am I being kept here? And why have I had this contraption fitted to me? Well, can't you speak, dumbo? All right, I'm coming! I'm coming! What's the matter with you? Don't you want to be recommended as Deputy Maylin? It all seems a bit sudden.
But you're the perfect choice.
You have the right attitude.
-What about Brunner? -What about him? -I thought -What? -Nothing.
-There you are, you see, I'm right.
You have the perfect attitude.
What happened, Tekker? Have you failed me as well? Ah, we were betrayed, Borad.
Indeed? By whom? Kendron.
He betrayed us.
No! You're lying! You said I was to be made Deputy Maylin.
Ah, yes, a small ruse, Borad, to put the traitor off his guard.
-He must be dealt with.
-No! No! I have been faithful to you.
What's going on? I will not tolerate infidelity.
Oh, no.
Please, Borad, believe me.
I am not a spy! It would seem I made the right choice for Maylin.
Thank you, Borad.
See that you continue to serve me with the same degree of fidelity.
You're still hurting me.
-Now where are you taking me? -You'll see.
No! No, not that creature again.
No, please! Do you want the whole of this unit out, Doctor? Every last nut and bolt, if you please.
-What are you making? -Just a mess at the moment.
Shouldn't we prepare for the attack on this place, Doctor? I am.
Well, how are these baubles and crystal balls going to help us? You'll see.
But will it work? -Of course it will work.
I hope.
A small barricade in front of the door wouldn't help? Whatever they use to break through that door won't be impeded by a small barricade.
-Hurry up with that unit, Mykros.
-Yes, nearly there.
It signalled back to you.
No.
It was the same beam of light.
But how could it be? It took all of 10 seconds to return.
Precisely what's it's supposed to do.
Well done! -I think we may be running out of time.
-You may well be right.
-Doctor? -Nearly ready.
-There we are.
-Where? Quiet.
Pass me that chain.
Where's he gone? Good gracious! -Doctor, where are you? -What's happening? -Dematerialisation? Not exactly.
Kontron crystals have a wide application of uses.
I have turned this one into a 10-second time break.
So, you were travelling in time? Not exactly.
Do you know, I haven't built one of these in ages.
How does it work? Well, I time slipped As I did so, I projected an image of myself.
So we didn't see you.
We saw an image of you.
That's right.
If you'd been able to look through this, you would, so to speak, have been able to see both of me at the same time.
-But I can't see anything.
-Of course you can't.
Only works when this is switched on.
Now, when I time slip, you'll be able to see the image I project and the real me It's sciencefiction! Not quite.
Look, this might be a lot of fun for you, Doctor, but how is it going to help us get out of here? Ah, that's work for the second crystal.
When properly set up, it will absorb the energy used to break down that door, pass it through a 10 second time loop and feed it back again as a beam of pure energy.
Now, that is something we can use against an attacker.
-Brilliant! Absolutely brilliant! -Yes, but will it work? -I think we're about to find out.
-Doctor, look! -It's an invasion force.
The Bandrils.
Excellent! Soon, the only living creatures on this planet will be the Morloxes and myself.
Ah! What's wrong? I can't set this time loop accurately enough.
I was hoping to use the energy absorbed by the machine to project our attackers into the past.
As yet, I can't guarantee a change of location as well.
-How far back into the past, Doctor? -About an hour or so.
-I wonder -What? Well, think back to the tunnel when we rescued Peri from the Morlox.
You're right.
We saw a burning android.
-Will that be your handiwork, Doctor? -What? Don't leave me here.
Please don't leave me here.
Help me! Help! Fire.
Doctor! -Oh, Sezon! Sezon! -Use the machine! -We have to wait the full 10 seconds.
-Holy mackerel, it actually works! -Of course it did.
Get down.
It's incredible.
I've never seen that before.
That's me.
-You've changed a bit.
-Mmm.
Immeasurably for the better, it seems.
Strange how you forget what you used to look like.
What does he mean? It's a long story, Herbert.
No time to tell it now.
Right, you must all get out of here.
Madric's dead and Sezon's wounded.
Well, there's not much you can do for him here.
-We can go to the tunnel.
-No.
The guards could be waiting for us.
Look, that's a chance you've got to take.
When the Borad finds out what's happened here, he'll flood the place with troops.
-Where are you going? -To find the Borad.
-I'll help you.
-No, Herbert.
You stay here.
-Good luck.
-Vena, come quickly.
Doctor, where are you? Help me! Not you.
Look at the screen.
The Bandrils are coming even nearer.
There's no point in going to the tunnels now, Mykros.
-We might as well die with honour here.
-Vena.
Vena, try not to be so pessimistic.
We may still have a chance, if I can just contact them.
Sorry about this, but I was only getting in the way with the others.
And what makes you think you won't do the same for me? Look, you won't even notice I'm here.
I promise.
All right.
If anything happens to me, you're to find Peri.
Right.
If she's still alive, she may find a way of getting you home.
Oh, no, don't worry about me, Doctor.
I'm not.
So the Doctor has decided finally to come and see me.
Shall I dispose of him? No.
He's an old friend.
This looks like it.
-Grim sort of place.
-Indeed.
And this is as far as you go.
Oh, surely you're not going to deny me the highlight of my visit.
Come any further and your highlight could be a burial in space with you playing the central part.
Are you sure I can't be of help? If I'm not out in 10 minutes, find Peri.
-Right.
-Now, find yourself somewhere to hide.
Don't want you picked up by the Guardoliers.
Doctor! My dear Tekker.
Still lurking in other people's shadows.
How very typical.
Welcome, Doctor.
That smell.
That bittersweet sickly aroma.
Of Morlox.
Yes, of course.
The creatures of the tunnels.
I remember now from my last visit.
So your leader is now a Morlox? -No.
-Glad to hear it.
From what I remember, the Morlox are not over-endowed with intelligence.
Ah, well, that can hardly be said of our beloved leader the Borad of Karfel.
The most luminous force in this part of the galaxy.
Really? Not been very bright so far.
Neither have you, Doctor.
I'm afraid you could be right.
And you said you leader wasn't a Morlox? I would guard your tongue, Time Lord.
What I don't understand is how the people of Karfel have accepted you.
My other self.
-How do you do? -How do you do? Well, what happened? I don't believe anyone looks like you by design.
An agreeable mistake.
Don't tell me.
With Mustakozene-80.
I noticed the canister hanging on the wall.
Precisely.
I was once like you.
Weak of limb and small of mind.
Now I have the strength and intelligence of many.
-But hardly the looks to match.
-Come closer.
Now, look at me carefully, Doctor.
We have met before.
Think back of a scientist you once befriended.
Later, you reported that scientist to the Inner Sanctum for unethical experimentation on the Morlox creatures.
-Megelen? -The very same.
Your experiments obviously succeeded.
Was it worth it? This is Karfel to Bandril ambassador.
Karfel to Bandril ambassador.
Please respond.
It's no good.
They're not answering.
This is Karfel to Bandril ambassador.
Please respond.
Do not make me laugh, Doctor.
I wouldn't dare.
Not when you've got such big teeth.
What exactly did happen? During an experiment on a Morlox creature, I was inadvertently sprayed by a canister of Mustakozene-80.
The smell of the chemical excited the creature I was experimenting upon, and it broke away from its tether.
It must have made a terrible mess of you.
It would appear so.
And then the M-80 caused a spontaneous tissue amalgamation resulting in a combined mutant.
Half Karfelon, half Morlox.
But with increased longevity and massive intellectual growth.
A glorious transformation.
So you keep saying.
I don't agree with you.
-Show respect for the Borad.
-Do shut up and go away.
There was no glorious transformation.
You may have power, but you daren't even show your real face.
Not for much longer.
Soon the Bandrils will have destroyed all mammalian life on this planet, and then I shall destroy the Bandril ship.
-To become ruler of a barren planet? -No, Doctor.
To populate the planet with others such as myself.
No.
It appears you have a lackey with a conscience.
You will not destroy my people.
I am the Maylin now.
I will not let you.
Idiot.
Time acceleration beam.
I don't know whether to be impressed or disgusted.
Time Lords do not have a monopoly over the fourth dimension, Doctor.
Perhaps not.
What I don't understand, is how you intend to populate this planet with little Borads when you don't even have a mate.
That is under control.
Oh, don't tell me you've got a fat female Morlox with a slinky walk.
Not yet.
But when I do, her name will be Peri.
Explain.
The creature will attempt to kill her.
When he tries to do so, the canister of Mustakozene will burst apart, and then she will become as I am.
Oh, very scientific.
I mean, you have a really controlled experiment there.
What happens if the Morlox kills Peri before amalgamation takes place? Peri will not die.
The Mustakozene not only excites the creature, but will, in turn, destroy it.
This is lunacy.
What do you hope to gain by creating another miserable mutation like your pathetic self? Choose you next words carefully, Doctor.
-They could be your last.
-Really? We shall see.
I think it's time to find your Achilles' heel.
Or should I say flipper? No, Doctor.
It's time you grew old, and your ability to regenerate will be of no assistance to you.
So the Time Lord wishes to play games.
Careful, Doctor.
Where's the control to free Peri? See if you can find it before you die.
Goodbye, Doctor.
Hello, Borad.
I wouldn't fire if I were you.
If you do, it will be a grave mistake.
Your attempted witticisms are beginning to become tedious, Doctor.
I really wouldn't fire.
If you do, this crystal will absorb the energy -and beam it straight back at you.
-You're lying.
I did warn you.
Another expedition into the realms of duplicity? Six, five, four, three, two, one No! You've tricked me! You tricked yourself.
Herbert? -Who it is? -It's me, the Doctor.
Doctor, up here.
-Herbert, you must go to Peri.
-Where is she? In the tunnels.
The passage you're in should lead straight there.
-Right.
-Hurry.
I'll try and find the release mechanism.
As you say, Doctor.
Must be here somewhere.
Ah! Oh, no! Pelion on Ossa.
Help! Quickly.
Oh, Doctor, am I pleased to see you.
The feeling is entirely mutual.
Now, come on.
We've got to get back to the Inner Sanctum quickly.
But Hey, but can't we get out of here? We've got a war to stop first.
Why didn't they listen? It's not good.
We've done everything we can.
We must take cover in the tunnels.
-What's happening? -Too late.
The Bandrils have fired their missile.
This is the Doctor.
I say again, this is the Doctor.
Please connect me with the ambassador.
They don't reply.
You must respond! I am a Time Lord.
I am, in fact, president of the High Council of Gallifrey.
Destroy me, you'll have more than a petty war on your hands.
Ah, there you are.
Can you prove that you are a Time Lord? There's no time for that now.
You must call off your attack.
Karfel has been in the hands of a dictator.
That dictator has now been overthrown.
You must destroy your missile.
-How close is the missile? -Too close.
We accept what you say, and require only sight of the Borad as proof of your goodwill.
Well, that might prove a trifle difficult.
Then there is little we can do.
-Ambassador! -Oh, terrific! -Wait here.
-Where are you going? Doctor! -I told you to wait with the others.
-Well, I'd rather stay with you.
-It isn't practical.
-And what does that mean? Practical? Advantageous, useful, productive, -efficacious, effective.
-Sure, desirable.
-What are you gonna do? -Try and stop that missile.
-Sounds dangerous.
-The only dangerous thing about it is having you on board to distract me.
-Are you still here? -Yes! Look, I'll keep out of your way.
You don't know how.
I'm coming with you.
Peri, every second we waste now brings Karfel into even greater danger.
-Then let's go.
-That's what I want to do, but alone.
Now, go back to Vena and the others, Peri.
Please.
I can't.
I don't trust you.
You're being too reasonable.
Then I shall be unreasonable.
Get out! Why will you never cooperate? Because I worry.
It's my caring nature.
Peri, I shall be gone for but a minute.
Now, if you're to fuss over someone, may I suggest that Herbert will make a much more eager recipient.
What if something happens to you? We'd be stuck here.
If I don't go now, there won't be anywhere for you to be stuck to.
The planet will be destroyed.
Now, will you go, please? Well, take care of yourself.
At last.
-Hello.
-Hello.
-What are you doing here? -I've come to help.
At least I can experience the adventure.
I presume you heard what I said to Peri.
Oh, but she's a girl.
This is work for men.
-Men? Men! -Men.
Look, what I'm about to do is very dangerous.
There's nothing particularly masculine about throwing your life away.
That's not what you said to Peri.
I lied.
And as I did it so badly, I'd have assumed even you would have realised.
I'm sorry.
I simply didn't realise.
I thought You didn't think at all! That's half your problem.
A characteristic you share with most of the people on your irritating planet.
Well, you could always take me back to Karfel if you really think it's going to be dangerous.
-There isn't time.
-May I dispute that.
Well, after all, what is time to a time machine? A very great deal.
Should there be another day, I would explain to you in great detail which of the many time laws I am not allowed to transgress.
-But who would know? -I would.
So would every other Time Lord from here to Gallifrey.
And I can assure you, they're not all as pleasant and agreeable as I am.
Sorry.
I'd hate to think of you having my demise on your conscience.
To be perfectly frank, Herbert, when I go, thoughts of you will be very low on my list of regrets.
Well, that's good.
It means we can stand together, shoulder to shoulder, in the face of the enemy.
I've always wanted to die a hero's death.
You know, it's funny, when I was at school, everyone used to think I was a coward because I didn't like cricket.
If only they could see me now.
Shut up! Sorry? Oh, yes, of course.
You want to concentrate.
Sorry.
Listen, Herbert, if you want to do something useful while waiting to enter Valhalla, could you read off the numbers on that screen -you see immediately in front of you? -Of course.
This one? How many screens do you see immediately in front of you? -Just the one.
-That's the one.
Two, nine, seven, three.
Good.
-Six, seven, seven.
-Better.
-Eight, nine.
-Best! Well, how will you stop the missile? I have set up the Tardis to act as a deflector shield.
Oh, I see.
You intend us to collide with the missile before it impacts with the planet.
That's right.
Should make quite a big bang.
Oh, I see.
I do wish you'd stop saying, ''Oh, I see.
'' Sorry, I just feel a wee bit nervous.
I didn't realise dying heroically was such a strain on the nerves.
-Oh, well, shouldn't be for too long.
-Oh, I see.
Sorry.
Well, I suppose if it saves millions of lives, it's worth sacrificing two.
Isn't it, Doctor? -Thirty seconds to impact.
-I assume this is the only way.
Well, if you have any other suggestions, I'd be every interested to hear them.
Well, couldn't we abandon ship before impact? -No lifeboats.
-That's a bit remiss.
I'd have a word with the manufacturers, if Sorry.
Impact, 15 seconds.
Well, goodbye, Doctor.
No hard feelings, I hope.
No.
I feel a little bit frightened now.
Couldn't we postpone impact just for a minute? -Impact, five seconds.
-Oh, I suppose not.
The missile's exploded in the stratosphere.
-So it has.
-It's unbelievable.
They must have had a change of heart.
We're going to be all right.
We've won! Let me speak with the Maylin.
You are speaking to the new Maylin, Ambassador.
Please go ahead.
The Doctor has done a brave but foolish thing.
The missile has been destroyed, but so has his Tardis.
Doctor.
We shall make our apologies to the High Council on Gallifrey.
Furthermore, in honour of the Doctor's unselfish act, and as a token of our goodwill, may I suggest we send down a diplomatic party? Yes, of course, Ambassador.
I look forward to receiving you.
Oh, Doctor.
I'm very sorry, Peri.
Yes, I I just want to be alone for a little while.
-Of course you do.
-Are you all right? I don't know.
I don't know whether any of us will ever be the same again.
-It's been a terrible day.
-It's a new beginning.
Not for the Doctor or Herbert.
How's Sezon? Feeling very sorry for himself.
Oh, Mykros, what is it? Give me your weapon! Give me your weapon! That will be of little use, Mykros.
Who are you? What are you? -I am the Borad.
-Never! I am the Borad, and you will do as I command if you value your friend's life.
What do you want? -Capture the Bandril ship.
Don't listen to him.
If you refuse, she dies.
One life cannot be bought at the cost of a whole planet.
Then I shall kill her.
-That's not a very good idea.
Doctor! Besides, it's not a very nice way to treat a lady.
Doctor, we all thought you were dead.
As I thought the Borad was.
So why aren't you? I must have forgotten to mention the other experiment I have been engaged in.
Ah? Not like you to pass up the opportunity to boast.
What is it? The reproduction of living matter, cell by cell.
Oh, cloning.
Oh, you are a clever clogs.
And how very astute of you not to risk your own rotten neck.
Speaking of which, shouldn't you release your grip on Peri's? By the way, Peri, did you know he wants you for his bride? He certainly has an original way of proposing.
I'll make a deal with you, Borad.
Show yourself to Peri.
If she doesn't scream, the wedding can take place.
-Doctor.
-What is this foolishness? -I don't think you've got the nerve.
-That's right.
The woman will accept me once she is as I am.
Make up your mind.
Do you want her dead or as your bride? If the latter, then show yourself to her.
-No.
-Don't I have a say in all this? Of course not.
Be quiet.
Why won't you? I shall when I am ready.
As I thought.
You're afraid.
-Of what? -Rejection.
You can alter Peri's outward appearance, but you can't change the brain in her head.
Whatever you do, she will always find you repulsive.
Then I shall put out both her eyes.
-Come on, you guys.
-That's hardly an elegant solution.
And the way you've been carrying on, you're not to win her over with your charm.
Stay back.
-You really are afraid.
-My last warning, Doctor.
The possibility of perfect companionship shattered because of your grotesque, ugly excuse for a body.
Yet I have the power to kill you both.
I don't think so.
You obviously haven't read the writing on the wall.
Now, this will be an improvement! I told you she'd scream.
Destroy it! Smash the mirror! What, no power to do it yourself? You're nothing, Borad.
Just a self-degenerating mutation.
You're finished, Borad.
Your reign of terror is over.
Nobody wants you.
Nobody needs you.
Nobody cares! But haven't you sent him back to Earth? Yes, to the 12th century.
Where exactly did we pick you up? The Highlands of Scotland.
Not far from Inverness.
Ah, thought I recognised the landscape.
He'll be harmless enough there.
At least he'll have somewhere to swim for the next 1,000 years.
But won't he be seen? From time to time.
Right, take cover, everyone.
Okay, Doctor.
Fill us in.
Fill you in? Why weren't you blown up? Ah, I'll explain one day.
It's a neat trick.
-Oh, Doctor.
-Come on, Herbert.
Say your goodbyes.
Time we got you home.
Well, if Vena and Mykros don't mind, I would like to stay.
-He would be most welcome.
-Indeed.
I say, thank you.
-Are you gonna let him stay? -Oh, I don't think so.
I rather think he'll take my advice and return to 1885.
He'll tell the world, knowing Herbert.
But who'll believe him? Not for me to say.
The waves of time wash us all clean.
Doctor, you're talking in riddles again.
Herbert dropped this.
Never.
I don't believe it.
I think he'll return to Earth, don't you? After all, he does have an interesting story to tell.
Herbert.
Herbert!