Doctor Who (1963) s24e02 Episode Script

Help! Help me! Be quiet and don't move.
Have you have you done this before? No, this is the first time, but Mel, if you don't stop squawking, it'll be the last.
You know I can't help feeling sorry for the Rani, Mel, getting caught in her own devious trap.
She's got nobody to blame but herself.
I suppose so.
But what was she doing prowling around on Lakertya? I'd have thought the reason was obvious.
Is it? She must be on the brink of a major discovery.
Must be a cosmic breakthrough for a neurochemist of her stature to come storming the barricades.
All the more reason to press on, get there first.
You've repeatedly said that, in the wrong hands, scientific knowledge can be dangerous.
What scientific knowledge? What am I doing? If only I could remember.
Oh, don't start all that again.
Look, repair the machine and maybe we'll find the solution.
The machine won't tell me what's behind that locked door, will it? The machine won't restore my memory, will it? If the Rani was after our experiment, we must be playing with fire.
Oh forget the Rani.
She's finished.
Destroyed! Is she? Oh don't underestimate her.
She's a brilliant but sterile mind.
There's not one spark of decency in her.
I'm overwhelmed.
And another thing, why was the Rani dressed like you, Mel? Perhaps she's fashion conscious? No, she was in disguise.
Practising another one of her talents.
Really? Are you going to be much longer in there, Doctor? Afraid so.
More hasta less vista.
Hurry, Ikona! Hurry! I cannot understand how I could have made such a fundamental mistake.
Let me.
What was the mistake? The heat radiation from the catalyst was of high frequency.
You mean I you used the wrong heat conducting material.
So elementary.
I broke the second law of thermodynamics.
So if we substituted a suitable material, would it work? You should know the answer to that, Mel.
Didn't C.
P.
Snow expound on Thermodynamics? Doctor, is this relevant? Well you said you admired all his writings, read all his books.
Did I? Oh, I must have forgotten.
You, Mel, forget? A kangaroo never forgets.
Elephant.
Oh, yes.
Memory like an elephant.
A running gag applied to you I feel sure, Mel.
Perhaps the machine exploding affected my memory as well.
Doctor, what were the readings? Oh here, see for yourself.
That's where they set up headquarters.
Well then, that's where the Doctor must be.
You can't be sure.
I can.
You don't know the Doctor.
If he's in there, I probably never will.
There's no "Ifs" about it, he's in there.
Any idea what the central ramp's for? No.
All I know is that building it cost the lives of many Lakertyans.
Something must have gone terribly wrong.
The logic of that escapes me.
Well they kidnapped the Doctor, and no one would do that unless they were desperate for his help.
He's not exactly predictable.
Come on.
Would PHB or PES do? What? I asked you a question! Did you? Mel, there's something caged in there.
Yes, I dare say.
Would PHB or PES do? Eh? As a suitable material for the machine.
Oh, yes.
PHB.
It's biodegradable.
We don't want to litter Lakertya with non-destructible waste like they're doing on your planet, Mel.
What are you looking for? Sugar and starch, we can ferment our own.
Well you won't find it there.
What about the alternative? PES? Oh not so good.
It's a petroleum based plastic.
Slightly amber, almost opaque.
Erm.
I know where we can get some.
Where? From the Lakertyans.
You repair the machine, I'll go and get it.
But I thought you said the Lakertyans weren't very advanced.
Did I? Yes.
Wait here.
Faroon? I'm glad to see you, Ikona, although I shouldn't be.
Does sitting on opposite sides of the fence mean we can't still be friends? I'm afraid it does when you cut yourself off from the rest of us and deliberately ignore Beyus' instructions.
I can't accept he's right to collaborate.
He is being held hostage.
He has no choice.
It's the only way that Beyus can save the rest of us from destruction.
Well, he didn't save her, did he? It's alright, Faroon, she's not with the Tetraps.
You said "her"? Yes.
Well she was running away from something.
You saw what happened too Ikona? You're not usually so reluctant to air your thoughts.
From which direction did she come? Well, along there.
It was as though she was escaping from the Tetrap headquarters.
It was Sarn.
Who was Sarn? The daughter of Beyus and Faroon.
I'm sorry.
I didn't realise.
I had to be told.
There was nothing that could be done.
She stepped on a trap.
Yet another victim.
I must go to Beyus.
Where are you going? If Beyus is collaborating then he must be in the Tetrap headquarters and that's where the Doctor will be.
You're still determined to get in? No matter what the risk.
Madness.
It must be contagious.
I'll draw him off.
Who are you? You! Where's Mel? Where's the Doctor? What have you done with her? Stay away from me.
What have you done with the Doctor? Now we'll get to the truth.
What have you done with him you brute? He's here! Where? Under the carpet? Me, you washer woman! Me! Never! You're nothing like him.
If the Doctor's been harmed Help! Put me down! Drop the melodramatics.
Your pathetic impersonation doesn't fool me at all.
Incidentally that wigs not you.
I am sorry, Mistress.
I have not seen you dressed in these clothes before.
Inquests bore me! I knew you weren't finished, Rani.
I told Mel as much.
You told me? No, Mel! I am Mel.
Who's the Rani? Try looking in the mirror at the face of evil.
I've had enough of this drivel.
Alright, compromise.
Let me feel your pulse.
Don't touch me! Ah the proof of the pumpkin's in the squeezing.
You don't even talk like the Doctor, you miserable fraud.
Let me feel your pulse.
Or pulses, I should say.
Two of them.
One for each heart.
You're a raving lunatic.
Yes, perhaps I am, because if you're the Rani, I'm dicing with destruction.
And if I'm Mel? Mel? The worst she'll do is give me carrot juice.
Carrot juice? What made me think of that? Well perhaps the real Doctor told you.
It was his favourite drink.
Favourite? I hate it! Oh.
Ah, caught you out haven't I! But if you're the real Doctor then, why d'you look like that? I've regenerated and I'm suffering from post-regenerative amnesia, as far as I can remember.
Fair exchange is no mockery.
You feel my pulses, I'll feel yours.
I'll lean across here with my arm behind my back if you want proof I'm a Time Lord.
Come on.
A double pulse! Then you really are the Doctor.
That's what I've been trying to tell you.
Now yours.
I know about regeneration, of course.
Mel? But you're completely different.
Nothing like you were.
Face.
Height.
Hair.
Everything's changed.
Yes.
And I've become more of a fool too, it seems, Mel.
Doesn't bode well for my Seventh Persona being so completely taken in by the wretched Rani.
The Rani? Is that who hijacked the TARDIS? But what does she want with me? Where d'you think you're going? With you, Mistress.
I told you not to enter my TARDIS without permission.
Now stay here.
Strange Matter! Never heard of it.
You should have, Mel.
A Princeton physicist discovered it on your earth in the year 1984.
Computers are my speciality, not Nuclear Physics.
It's an incredibly dense form of matter.
A lump the size of this would weigh more than your planet Earth.
Well what could the Rani's interest be? An astute question.
If that asteroid exploded, it would send off a blast of gamma rays equivalent to a supernova.
Then it would be goodbye Lakertya.
And everything else in this corner of the galaxy.
When the Rani dabbles, she dabbles on a grand scale.
Here.
Go and listen.
It's weird.
It's like a giant heartbeat.
Yes.
But why, Mel? Why? What is she up to? It starts here.
Oh forget it, Doctor.
Let's hightail it back to the TARDIS and get out of here.
And leave the Lakertyans to the machinations of the Rani.
Impossible! Given time I'll work out the combination.
Did you hear a voice or am I hallucinating? Well go on, quick.
953.
Who'd have thought she'd have been so obvious.
That's my age.
And the Rani's.
Hypatia.
Einstein! Names which are meaningless to us.
Geniuses every one of them.
The Rani's collected together the most creative minds and the most powerful matter in the universe.
She's a murderess.
Sarn was not her first victim, there have been many.
The scope of her imagination is breathtaking.
You sound as though you admire her.
Not admiration.
Fascination.
And sadness.
If only the Rani could have redirected her incredible talents for good.
The fascination's mutual.
She's reserved this one for you.
What is it that I can contribute that these other geniuses can't? You're a Timelord.
With a unique conceptual understanding of the properties of time.
Do you know what's behind that door? I've never been permitted to see.
Pity.
Beyus? Why have you assisted? Collaborated is the word that you are avoiding, Doctor.
I've no choice.
She's coming! Take Mel! I'll take her with me.
But Doctor, you can't stay.
Go, Mel! Go! Oh yes, yes.
Let me see.
Polyethersulphone.
Excellent.
How clever you are, Mel.
Where did you find it? In the store room.
Doctor, why was the monitor on? On, is it? Oh yes.
I was trying to jog my memory.
No luck though.
Hold the other end, Mel.
You're not concentrating, Mel.
Hold it steady.
We've got to manoeuvre it into position.
Quite adept at manoeuvring, aren't you, Doctor.
Well, where there's a will, there's a Tom, Dick and Harriet.
Do I take it the machine is now operational? Oh no, no.
There's certain information I simply must have before I make the final delicate adjustments.
Such as? Ideally what's behind that door? Less ideally? The identity of this rather interesting substance.
The information's essential, is it? Crucial.
So if I told you its chemical composition.
I could do that.
No stop! You know, don't you? But your usefulness is not yet over.
You have another role to play.
Dratted man.