[Tardis side room]
(The Tardis is hanging in the space time vortex.
They have collected the shrunken remains of Calufrax and converted it.)
DOCTOR: Right, let's put these two together and go and find the third.
Er. Oh, I see.
(But he struggles to see how the two irregular polygons fit together.)
ROMANA: Here, let me do it.
ROMANA: I used to be rather good at puzzles.
DOCTOR: Puzzles? You don't call that a puzzle, do you?
(Romana succeeds in placing the base and one side.)
ROMANA: Well, hardly complex enough to be called a puzzle, is it.
DOCTOR: It certainly isn't.
ROMANA: Look, shouldn't we be getting on? We've only got two segments.
Why don't you go and find out where our next destination is?
(The Doctor takes the tracer and goes towards the console room.)
DOCTOR: Ahem. Romana, I've just decided to go and find out where our
next destination is.
[Tardis console room]
ROMANA [OC]: Well?
DOCTOR: Have I got a treat in store for you, Romana.
ROMANA [OC]: Really?
ROMANA [OC]: Better than Calufrax, I hope.
DOCTOR: Oh, much better than Calufrax. You'll love it, I promise you.
You'll love it.
(A full moon rises over the Rollright Stones in
Oxfordshire as a group of robed figures with flaming torches enter.)
DRUIDS: Cailleach, Cailleach, Cailleach, Cailleach.
(A woman hands a goblet and bowl to the priest and kneels before the
altar stone in the centre.)
DRUIDS: Cailleach, Cailleach, Cailleach, Cailleach, Cailleach!
(The priest goes to one of the stone and pours the red contents of the
goblet into a hollow at the side of it. The stone glows and starts
pulsing to a heart beat. He adds the contents of the bowl and the beat
gets louder. Everyone backs away except the woman, who kneels with
MARTHA: Come, o great one, come. Your time is near.
[Tardis console room]
(The Doctor goes to a closed door.)
ROMANA [OC]: Not yet!
DOCTOR: Oh, sorry. Not yet. Not yet? What does she mean, not yet? What
do you mean, not yet?
ROMANA [OC]: I'm not ready yet.
DOCTOR: Oh. Oh, sorry.
(Romana enters, wearing a peach trouser suit fastened with a leather
belt, and what my dad calls a skimmer - a flat cap.)
ROMANA: Well, how do I look?
DOCTOR: (without looking) Ravishing.
ROMANA: That's not what I meant. I mean, will this do?
DOCTOR: Oh yes, very nicely, I should think, except for those shoes.
(Four inch heels and just a couple of straps to hold the sole to her
ROMANA: Oh, I rather like them.
DOCTOR: Well, you please yourself. I'm no fashion expert.
(She leaves to change. There is a strange sound.)
GUARDIAN [OC]: Beware the Black Guardian.
ROMANA: What about these, Doctor?
GUARDIAN [OC]: Beware the Black Guardian.
ROMANA: What? Doctor, what does it mean?
DOCTOR: It's a warning, and a reminder.
(Romana hangs the purple platform shoes on the hatstand and follows the
Doctor into -)
[Tardis side room]
ROMANA: Doctor, I do wish I knew what you were
DOCTOR: If she'd been meant to know, he would have told her.
ROMANA: What? Look, I only want to know about our mission.
ROMANA: After all, what would I do if something happened to you?
DOCTOR: If something happened to me? Yes, I suppose you have a point.
Yes, I don't really think it's fair.
DOCTOR: Romana, you were not sent on this mission by the President of
the Supreme Council.
DOCTOR: No, no, you weren't.
ROMANA: But, I saw. He told me. Well, what am I doing here?
DOCTOR: The voice you just heard and the being you saw in the shape of
the President was the White Guardian, or to be more accurate, the
Guardian of Light and Time as opposed to the Guardian of Darkness,
sometimes called the Black Guardian. They can assume any shape or form
ROMANA: Just like the segment of the key.
DOCTOR: Yes. That's why our mission is so vital. Romana, the Key of
Time is so powerful that it must not be allowed to fall into the hands
of any one being. It's been broken up into six segments and the
segments scattered through the universe and disguised as other objects.
ROMANA: Yes, I know that, but what I don't know is why.
DOCTOR: Because there are times when the forces within the universe
upset the cosmic balance so badly that the entire universe is in danger
of eternal chaos.
ROMANA: And I suppose the Key can prevent that.
DOCTOR: That's what the White Guardian said. When it's fully assembled
and activated, it stops everything.
DOCTOR: Yes. So that the White Guardian can restore the balance.
ROMANA: I see. And I suppose there's a time like that approaching.
DOCTOR: Hello, K9.
DOCTOR: Hello, my dear old thing. My
(Beep, beep, beep.)
ROMANA: What's that?
DOCTOR: That's your surprise. We've landed.
[Tardis console room]
DOCTOR: Come here. (whispers) Earth.
DOCTOR: I thought you'd be pleased.
ROMANA: I might have guessed. Your favourite planet.
DOCTOR: How do you know that?
ROMANA: Oh, everybody knows that.
DOCTOR: I didn't tell everybody that.
ROMANA: I can't think why, for the life of me.
DOCTOR: You'll like it. It's pretty civilised, on the whole.
ROMANA: Hmm, oxygen level good. Slight aqueous precipitation.
DOCTOR: Do you mean it's raining?
ROMANA: So it would appear.
DOCTOR: Ah well, that's what the locals call a soft day.
(Romana tucks the tracer into the back of her belt, and the Doctor
picks up a large multicoloured umbrella.)
ROMANA: Oh, really?
DOCTOR: Any one for tennis?
DOCTOR: Yes, it's an English expression. It means, is anyone coming
outdoors to get soaked?
DOCTOR [OC]: Guard duty for you, K9. We don't know if the natives are
ROMANA: K9, what is tennis?
K9: Real, lawn or table, mistress?
ROMANA: Never mind. Forget it.
K9: Forget. Erase memory banks concerning tennis. Memory erased.
(The Tardis has parked herself by a cart track
running through a grassy landscape littered with the raised lumps and
bumps of ancient archaeology. Romana starts using the tracer. It isn't
DOCTOR: You know, I do believe it's going to be a nice day after all.
ROMANA: So, this is Earth, is it?
(He throws the umbrella away, litterbug.)
DOCTOR: Yes. Pretty, isn't it?
ROMANA: Hmm. Well, the third segments can't be far away. It's over
DOCTOR: Let's go.
(Further on, there are fresh holes in the turf where something has been
DOCTOR: Very strange.
ROMANA: What is?
DOCTOR: These are.
ROMANA: Why strange? They're indentations, obviously caused by
something very heavy.
ROMANA: Oh, probably some form of animal.
DOCTOR: Why? They don't have very heavy elephants around here. It must
weigh at least three and a half tons.
ROMANA: Oh more, I should think.
DOCTOR: Would you?
ROMANA: Yes, judging by the specific density of the ground here.
(Her stilettos barely make a dent.)
DOCTOR: Yes. You know, I
ROMANA: Over there.
DOCTOR: Yes, that looks promising.
(It's the Stones on the skyline.)
DOCTOR: Let's go and have a look. Come on.
DOCTOR: Well, here we are. Yes. What do you think?
ROMANA: What is it?
DOCTOR: Well, it's a stone circle.
ROMANA: I can see that, but what's it for?
DOCTOR: Well, it's a sort of megalithic temple cum observatory.
ROMANA: Observatory? They're just stones, aren't they?
(Romana sits to rub her feet. Those shoes are very unsuitable for the
DOCTOR: Just stones? Yes, they're just stones. They're all aligned with
various points on the horizon, giving you sunrise and moonrise at
different times of the year.
ROMANA: Oh, I didn't realise the people here were so primitive.
DOCTOR: What? Primitive? No, not now. Thousands of years ago, when
these were built.
ROMANA: Ah, I see. It's very old, is it?
DOCTOR: Very. And clever. With some of these circles you could even
ROMANA: Fascinating. Do you think one of these stones is the third
DOCTOR: I don't know. Try.
(A silver haired woman leans against a stone to watch.)
ROMANA: Oh, that's very odd. Nothing. (gasp)
EMILIA: It's been surveyed, you know.
DOCTOR: I beg your pardon?
EMILIA: Surveyed. The circle. Many times.
EMILIA: Ah, so you noticed it, did you?
EMILIA: I always knew it was a matter of time before another
professional came in and noticed the discrepancies. Oh, haven't I met
you somewhere before, Professor?
EMILIA: Oh, Doctor. Yes, of course. I have a wonderful memory for
EMILIA: Fougous. Cornish fougous. You read that paper on them at the
symposium at Princeton, or was it Cardiff? Oh, or was it that fool
Leamington-Smith. Oh, dreadful paper. Complete bosh.
DOCTOR: Who are you?
EMILIA: Professor Emilia Rumford. Author of Bronze Age Burials in
DOCTOR: Oh! The definitive work on the subject.
EMILIA: Oh, you're too kind, Doctor, but of course perfectly right. It
was the survey of Doctor Borlase in 1754 that brought you on to it.
That's how I twigged, cos when I came to compare the survey of Doctor
Borlase with the survey of the Reverend Thomas Bright in 1820 and then
the two surveys of 1874 and 1911, well, it was obvious, wasn't it.
DOCTOR + ROMANA: What was obvious?
DOCTOR: I do beg your pardon. That's my assistant, Romana.
EMILIA: Oh, hello.
EMILIA: What a charming name. What's the origin, I wonder?
ROMANA: What was obvious, Professor Rumford?
EMILIA: That there's been a miscount, my dear.
ROMANA: A miscount?
EMILIA: Of the stones. According to Doctor Borlase, the Nine Travellers
ROMANA: The Nine Travellers?
EMILIA: Oh, it's a local name for them.
ROMANA: Yes, but there are more than nine stones.
EMILIA: Curious, isn't it.
DOCTOR: So is this.
DOCTOR: Dried blood, and quite a lot of it. Almost as if something had
had it's throat cut.
(A tall woman in a pink trouser suit thrusts a marker post into the
ground where the Doctor is looking.)
VIVIEN: It probably did.
EMILIA: Oh, Vivien. Doctor, my friend Miss Vivien Fay.
DOCTOR: How do you do? You move very quietly, Miss Fay. I didn't hear
VIVIEN: I used to be a Brown Owl.
DOCTOR: (sotto) The leader of a Brownie pack. Doesn't the blood upset
VIVIEN: Oh, it'll probably be just another sacrifice.
(Vivien moves off with her measuring pole and theodolite.)
ROMANA: I thought you told me Earth was civilised now.
DOCTOR: Shush. You mean there have been sacrifices before?
VIVIEN: The BIDS are a bit primitive.
ROMANA: The BIDS?
VIVIEN: The British Institute of Druidic Studies. Nothing at all to do
with real Druids, of course, past or present. No, there's a group of
them who come regularly. They all wear white robes and wave bits of
mistletoe and curved knives in the air. It's all very unhistoric.
(The aged Professor Rumford has settled herself on a folding camp
EMILIA: Oh, I think you dismiss them a little too easily.
DOCTOR: Why, has there been trouble?
EMILIA: Well, their leader, Mister De Vries, is a very unpleasant man.
VIVIEN: Yes. As a matter of fact, we thought you were one of his group.
DOCTOR: So you don't have anything to do with them, then.
EMILIA: No, no more than we can help. All that mumbo-jumbo nonsense.
No, Vivien and I are conducting a topographical, geological,
astronomical, archeological survey of the site.
DOCTOR: How would I see this Mister De Vries?
EMILIA: Oh, he lives over the hill in the big house.
DOCTOR: I think I'll look him up.
ROMANA: What, now?
EMILIA: I warn you, Doctor, he doesn't like scientists.
DOCTOR: Well, very few people do, in my experience. Oh, by the way.
Over there we noticed some indentations in the ground made by something
VIVIEN: Oh, it's probably one of the local farmers moving equipment.
DOCTOR: Ah, very probably, yes. Over this way, you say?
EMILIA: Yes, you can't miss it.
DOCTOR: How far is it?
EMILIA: Oh, only a couple of miles.
DOCTOR: Well, I did warn you about those shoes.
ROMANA: Yes, you did.
EMILIA: Yes, I see what you mean. They're not very practical, are they.
ROMANA: Yes, well, I didn't realise
DOCTOR: She wouldn't be told. Look, I tell you what. Why don't you hang
on here and I'll stop off on the way back and bring you some boots,
ROMANA: Thank you.
DOCTOR: (sotto) Listen. Keep an eye on those two. There's something
very odd going on.
DOCTOR: Right, I won't be long. Goodbye.
(The Doctor leaves.)
VIVIEN: Oh, typical.
VIVIEN: Typical male. Strands you here in the middle of nowhere with
two complete strangers while he goes off somewhere enjoying himself.
EMILIA: Never mind. You can help us with the work while you're waiting.
[Outside the stone circle]
(The Doctor strides over the holes in the ground.)
DOCTOR: Farm machinery? Huh.
(Romana is holding a tape measure to a measuring
EMILIA: Is that straight?
EMILIA: Jolly good. What does that make it? Twenty eight point nine
ROMANA: Ah ha.
EMILIA: Well, girls, let's have a breather. Take five, as they say.
(A crow screeches overhead and lands on one of the tall uprights.)
ROMANA: What's that?
VIVIEN: Don't be afraid. It's only a crow.
ROMANA: Oh. It looks evil.
(A man in a robe lights a small incense brazier
that sits on an altar with some mistletoe and a curved knife in a
DE VRIES: Cailleach, Cailleach, Cailleach, we come to do your bidding.
MARTHA: Oh, Cailleach, Cailleach, Cailleach.
(A crow arrives.)
DE VRIES: Cailleach, Cailleach, Cailleach. Your spirit fills us. Your
worshippers are our brothers. Your enemies are our enemies.
(He takes the knife out of its sheath.)
DE VRIES: Death to the enemies of the Cailleach!
MARTHA: Death to the enemies of the Cailleach!
(The Doctor arrives at Brewery Row in Little Compton, goes through the
gates and up the drive to Little Compton Manor. A statue of Mercury
stands on a plinth in the Tudor courtyard. He walks up to the door and
rings the bell.)
(The doorbell is heard here.)
DE VRIES: He comes, o Cailleach, he comes. The one foretold is here.
(He puts the knife away.)
DE VRIES: Your time will come, o Cailleach.
(He puts the lid on the brazier and removes his robe. The doorbell
(De Vries puts on his jacket and adjusts his tie.)
DOCTOR [OC]: Anybody there?
DE VRIES: Our friend's impatient. Don't let's keep him waiting.
(A lovely period piece with a wooden staircase
leading up, an old table, chairs and carved settle, period portraits on
the left wall but some spaces where others have been removed. The
chandelier has been converted to electricity.)
DOCTOR: Hello? Anybody home? Any? Nobody home except us Druids.
(The Doctor reads the label on one portrait.)
DOCTOR: Thomas Borlase 1701 to 1754. Oh. Oh, so that's the good doctor.
DE VRIES: He surveyed the Nine Travellers, but then you probably know
that already, Doctor.
DOCTOR: Mister De Vries.
DE VRIES: Correct.
DOCTOR: How did you know my name?
DE VRIES: It was very sad about Doctor Borlase.
DE VRIES: Didn't Professor Rumford tell you?
DE VRIES: One of the stones fell on him just after he completed his
DOCTOR: What? Maybe we should warn the Professor.
DE VRIES: She's quite safe.
DOCTOR: Ah. What about them?
DE VRIES: Those are away being cleaned. One of them's rather fine, by
the Scottish painter Ramsey. Lady Morgana Montcalm. Perhaps you've
heard of her?
(Vivien? Morgana? Uh oh. We must be in Cornwall.)
DOCTOR: No, I'm afraid I haven't.
DE VRIES: The Montcalms owned this land and this house, including the
circle. They used to call her the wicked Lady Montcalm.
DE VRIES: She's said to have murdered her husband on her wedding night.
(Second empty space.)
DE VRIES: That's Mrs Trefusis. She was a recluse. She lived here for
sixty years and never saw a soul.
(Yup, that clinches it.)
DE VRIES: And that's a Brazilian lady, or would be if she were here.
DOCTOR: Hmm. Was there a Senor Camara?
DE VRIES: He doesn't seem to have survived the crossing from Brazil.
But don't let's stand about here in the hall, Doctor. Do come in. Let
me offer you a glass of sherry.
DOCTOR: Yes, thank you, thank you. I'd like that.
(They go into the room on the right.)
(There are lots of crows in the air.)
ROMANA: They've been circling all afternoon.
EMILIA: Well, girls, time to pack up. Thanks for all your help, Romana.
Fancy a mug of tea and some sandwiches?
ROMANA: Well, I
VIVIEN: Please do. My cottage is just over the hill.
ROMANA: I think I'd better wait here for the Doctor, otherwise he won't
know where I am.
EMILIA: Oh well, please yourself, girl, but if you change your mind,
we're not far away.
VIVIEN: Bring your friend along with you when he gets back.
ROMANA: All right.
VIVIEN: Good. See you later, then.
(Emilia and Vivien leaves. Romana gets out the tracer and walks round
the stones. Not a single click.)
(A raven sits on a perch while they sip their
DOCTOR: That's rather an unusual pet, isn't it?
DE VRIES: It's not exactly what you'd call a pet, Doctor.
DOCTOR: You know, Mister De Vries, you never told me how you knew my
DE VRIES: Didn't I, Doctor?
DE VRIES: You never told me what your interest in the circle is.
DOCTOR: That's true. I'm looking for something.
DE VRIES: What?
DOCTOR: Part of a key.
DE VRIES: A key to what?
DOCTOR: Oh, it's just a key. It's been mislaid. Tell me, you're not
really a Druid, are you.
DE VRIES: Not in the conventional sense, no, but I am a humble student
of Druidic lore.
DOCTOR: That must be very boring.
DE VRIES: Boring? What do you mean?
DOCTOR: Well, I mean there's so little of it that's historically
reliable, is there. The odd mention in Julius Caesar, Tacitus, no great
detail. I always thought that Druidism was founded by John Aubrey in
the seventeenth century as a joke. He had a great sense of humour, John
DE VRIES: It is no laughing matter.
DOCTOR: Oh. Oh, well that's a pity. What's your interest in the stones?
DE VRIES: The stones are sacred.
DOCTOR: To whom?
DE VRIES: To one who is mighty and all-powerful. To the Goddess.
DOCTOR: The Goddess? What goddess is that?
DE VRIES: She has many names. Morrigu, Nermintana, the Cailleach.
DOCTOR: Ah, Celtic, of course.
DE VRIES: Goddess of war, death and magic. Beware the raven or the
crow, Doctor. They are her eyes.
DOCTOR: (to Quoth, the raven) You don't really believe that, do you,
DE VRIES: I have seen her power, Doctor. Come.
(A figure dressed in a bird mask and feathered costume appears. The
Doctor walks forward and De Vries hits him on the back of the head. It
all goes black for the Doctor.)
DE VRIES: His blood is still warm. I know what to do.
DOCTOR: [OC]: Romana!
ROMANA: Doctor, where have you been?
(But there is no one there.)
ROMANA: Doctor? Are you all right?
(Romana throws away her shoes and goes off barefoot through the wild
DOCTOR [OC]: Romana! Romana!
(She arrives at the edge of a cliff. The sign says Danger Cliff Edge
Unsafe. Romana looks down onto the jagged rocks and roiling water
ROMANA: Doctor? Where are you?
DOCTOR [OC]: Romana!
ROMANA: Doctor, what's the matter?
(We don't see why, but Romana steps back from something, and falls over
the cliff with a scream.)
(Romana has managed to break her fall by grapping
onto the crumbling cliff face.)
ROMANA: Help! Help!
(Night has fallen, and the coven has gathered. The
Doctor is lying unconscious on the altar stone.)
DE VRIES: Bind him to the stone.
MARTHA: Leonard, I don't like this.
DE VRIES: It is the will of the Cailleach.
MARTHA: It's murder!
DE VRIES: We cannot question the will of the Goddess.
MARTHA: Leonard, think. Think what you're doing.
(De Vries holds up the curved sword. It ought to be a small sickle, if
he's a Druid.)
DE VRIES: The Cailleach demands blood.
MARTHA: She's never demanded a human sacrifice before.
DE VRIES: I dare not oppose her will. I dare not.
MARTHA: If it's her will, where is she? Why isn't she here?
DE VRIES: She will come.
MARTHA: Leonard, this man may be missed. He must have friends. Surely,
if they inform the police
DE VRIES: The Cailleach will have foreseen everything. We must have
faith. She will come.
ROMANA: Help! Help me, somebody! Help me!
DOCTOR: Hello. I hope that knife's been properly
DE VRIES: Blasphemer.
DOCTOR: No, no, no, no. You can catch all sorts of things off a dirty
knife, you know. Lockjaw, tetanus, not to mentions staphylococcal
MARTHA: I'm not going to be a party to this.
DOCTOR: Good for you.
DE VRIES: Then don't be.
DOCTOR: Hold it. Does your Cailleach ride a bicycle?
DE VRIES: Bicycle?
DE VRIES: You'll die with blasphemy on your lips.
DOCTOR: It's just that I can see a bicycle approaching, unless I'm very
much mistaken. Over here!
[Outside the stone circle]
DOCTOR [OC]: Help! Over here!
EMILIA: Hang on! I'm coming!
(The so-called Druids flee in their cars. Emilia's
bicycle lamp illuminates the Doctor.)
EMILIA: Good grief, man. What are you doing? You'll catch your death of
DOCTOR: Well, you know how it is, Professor. I often get tied up in my
(Emilia draws a knife to free him.)
EMILIA: Who were those people? They looked as if they were going to cut
DOCTOR: Yes, thank you. Well, I don't think they'd quite made up their
minds, but that was definitely one of their options. Why have you come
EMILIA: I came back to give Romana a flask of tea. Knowing how
irresponsible men are, I thought she'd still be waiting for you.
DOCTOR: But I thought she was with you.
EMILIA: No, she stayed behind to wait for you.
DOCTOR: What? Then where is she?
ROMANA: Help! Help! Is anybody there?
DOCTOR: Romana! Romana! Nothing.
EMILIA: I don't want to be alarmist, but if she's lost on the moor,
there are several old mine workings.
(A dog barks nearby.)
EMILIA: It can be very dangerous in the dark.
DOCTOR: Yes, thank you. Ro! Look.
EMILIA: Oh, her shoes.
DOCTOR: Yes. Romana!
EMILIA: Well, the only thing we can do is to organise a search party in
the morning. Of course, if we had a dog
DOCTOR: Dog! Professor Rumford. May I call you Emilia? Emilia, you're a
EMILIA: You have a dog?
DOCTOR: Have I got a dog.
(The Doctor blows his dog whistle.)
EMILIA: Oh, that's one of those high frequency whistles, isn't it.
DOCTOR: Yeah, something like that. Come on, K9.
DOCTOR: Look, I'll try and meet him halfway. You
stay here in case Romana comes back.
EMILIA: Yes, of course. Doctor?
EMILIA: It's getting rather exciting, isn't it?
DOCTOR: What? Yes, yes, of course. Let's hope it doesn't get too
[Outside the stone circle]
DOCTOR: Shush. What? K9, why don't you bark or something?
K9: I'm not programmed to bark, master.
DOCTOR: Yes, well, listen, never mind about that. I've got a job for
you. Now, you've always wanted to be a bloodhound
K9: Negative, master.
DOCTOR: Yes, you have. Yes, you have.
DOCTOR: Shush. Now here's your chance. Find Romana.
K9: Programme achievable, master. The mistress' scent, blood, tissue
type and alpha wave patterns are all recorded in my databanks.
DOCTOR: Don't just talk about it, K9, do it. Do it!
K9: Getting direction, master. I have the direction, master.
DOCTOR: Good dog. Good dog. Well, go.
ROMANA: Oh, K9, I am pleased to hear you.
K9: Fear is unnecessary, mistress. We shall rescue you. The Doctor
master is with me.
ROMANA: Oh, no!
DOCTOR [OC]: Romana, where are you?
ROMANA: Keep away!
DOCTOR: What? What are you talking about?
ROMANA: K9, watch him.
DOCTOR: Stop messing about down there. Here, catch hold of this.
ROMANA: Oh no, I'm not giving you a second chance.
DOCTOR: Stop messing around down there. Come on, come on.
(The Doctor throws the end of his scarf down to her.)
DOCTOR: Come on.
ROMANA: You pushed me over the edge.
DOCTOR: Me? Never. Come on. Come on.
(Romana grabs hold of the scarf and starts to climb back up. Once back
on the cliff top, she pushes the Doctor away.)
ROMANA: Get away from me!
DOCTOR: What's the matter?
ROMANA: Who are you?
DOCTOR: What? You know very well who I. K9, who am I? Well, go on, K9.
Tell her who I am. K9?
K9: Cross checking. You are the Doctor master.
DOCTOR: There you are. I'm the Doctor.
ROMANA: Well if you didn't push me over this cliff, then who did? And
believe me, it was no projection. You were solid. Well, it was solid.
DOCTOR: What, it looked exactly like me?
ROMANA: The image of you. Doctor, the third segment.
ROMANA: The power to transform objects, or at least their appearance.
ROMANA: Somebody's got it, and they've found a way of utilising its
ROMANA: Well, so what do we do?
DOCTOR: Get you a decent pair of shoes.
(The Doctor is pacing. Romana eventually enters
wearing a midi-skirt and almost completely sensible boots.)
ROMANA: Yes, thanks.
DOCTOR: Still got the tracer.
ROMANA: Of course.
DOCTOR: Good. I want you to check the stone circle again.
ROMANA: What do you think I was doing before you pushed me over the.
All right. There was no trace, I promise you.
DOCTOR: Well, it's got to be somewhere.
ROMANA: Well, it can't be there.
DOCTOR: Well, of course it can. How's your interspatial geometry?
ROMANA: Well, pretty rusty, but I still don't see how that explains
DOCTOR: Good. Come on, let's go then.
(The Doctor leaves.)
ROMANA: Do you understand, K9? I mean, how can a thing be in one place
and yet not be in that place?
(K9 whirrs and waggles his radar dishes for several seconds.)
ROMANA: If you mean you don't know, why don't you just say so.
(Vivien offers Emilia a mug of tea from a flask.)
VIVIEN: Oh, Emilia, don't blame yourself.
(Emilia refuses it.)
EMILIA: Oh, I shouldn't have let him go off on his own. I shouldn't
have let him go at all. He doesn't know the moor. I should have gone
VIVIEN: Someone had to stay here in case the girl came back.
EMILIA: And it should have been the Doctor.
[Outside the stone circle]
DOCTOR: Try the tracer again. Now.
(Romana takes the tracer from her boot. It crackles.)
ROMANA: Yes. Definitely positive.
DOCTOR: Yes, that's what I thought.
VIVIEN: I'm sure the Doctor's perfectly capable of
looking after himself.
ROMANA: I'm not sure I'd entirely agree with that remark.
EMILIA: Oh! Thank heavens. You're safe. Doctor, she's safe. Good..
DOCTOR: This is my dog. He's called K9.
EMILIA: But he's mechanical!
EMILIA: But isn't that rather
DOCTOR: No, no, no, no. They're all the rage in Trenton, New Jersey.
EMILIA: Oh, really?
EMILIA: Do you have to have a licence?
(The tracer crackles.)
VIVIEN: What's that?
DOCTOR: Oh, that's just a little gadget.
ROMANA: Doctor, it's here. It's definitely here.
VIVIEN: What is?
DOCTOR: Here somewhere.
ROMANA: I still don't understand.
DOCTOR: I think I'm beginning to. Professor Rumford, er, Emilia? Come
(They stand a little way away from Vivien and speak softly.)
DOCTOR: You've done a lot of research on the circle, haven't you?
EMILIA: Oh, naturally.
DOCTOR: Legends, folklore, history?
EMILIA: Nobody's ever had to question the quality of my research.
DOCTOR: No, no, no, no. Where do you keep your notes?
EMILIA: Oh, back at Miss Fay's cottage.
DOCTOR: Would you show them to Romana?
EMILIA: Oh, I'd be delighted.
ROMANA: Where are you going, Doctor?
DOCTOR: I'm going to see Mister De Vries.
ROMANA: What, after what he did to you?
DOCTOR: Because of what he did to me. I think that Mister De Vries is a
very worried man, and worried men often sing worried songs. Come along,
EMILIA: Come on, girls. Back to the cottage. I've got lots of research
to show you. Hop on the back.
ROMANA: Er, do you mind if I just walked?
EMILIA: Oh, nonsense. You may find it rather hard.
VIVIEN: It'll be a new experience for you. No need to be afraid.
DE VRIES: Where's the bird? Where's the raven?
MARTHA: It was here. Perhaps
DE VRIES: It's gone! Too late! Cailleach, great Goddess, have mercy!
MARTHA: What's that?
DE VRIES: Too late!
(A glowing standing stone glides past the window.)
DE VRIES: Get out of here, Martha. As fast as you can. Quick!
MARTHA: Leonard, I'm not going to leave you.
(Crashing and smashing of glass.)
DE VRIES: Go!
[Outside the Manor House]
K9: Danger, master, danger.
(Breaking glass some way off.)
K9: Unidentified aliens.
DOCTOR: Come on, K9.
(The place is a mess. Both De Vries and Martha lie
amongst the smashed pieces of furniture.)
DOCTOR: Dead. Skull smashed to pulp. So much for serving the Cailleach.
(K9 points to a pile of white powder on the flagstones.)
K9: That is silicon, master.
DOCTOR: I wonder where that came from?
K9: From whatever attacked those two humans. There is a trail. It leads
DOCTOR: Steady, K9.
(Another picture of splintered woodwork.)
(A French window is open. The Doctor looks outside then closes it.)
DOCTOR: Seems all clear, K9.
(The stone appears outside and knocks the French windows in onto the
Doctor. K9 fires at it. It growls and retreats. K9 follows. After a few
moments, the Doctor comes round.)
DOCTOR: Stone. K9?
(Sounds of K9's laser outside.)
(A traditional timber framed place with chintz
comfy chairs. Emilia brings in a mug of tea as Romana studies her
EMILIA: Here you are, my girl.
ROMANA: Oh, thank you.
EMILIA: Vivien is making some sausage sandwiches. Nothing like sausage
sandwiches when you're working something out. Well now, any problems
with the notes?
ROMANA: No, no, they're very full. Er, you say here that you've
identified the Nine Travellers, our stone circle, as one of the three
gorsedds of prophecy. What's a gorsedd?
EMILIA: Old Welsh. A gorsedd is a place of augurs, people who foretell
EMILIA: There's an ancient Welsh triad that says, it's a three line
poem, umpity, bumpity. Oh, you'll find them in the notes.
VIVIEN: The three gorsedds in the island of Britain are the gorsedd of
Salisbury in England.
EMILIA: And that's Stonehenge, of course.
(Vivien hands round sausage sandwiches.)
ROMANA: Thank you.
VIVIEN: The gorsedd of Bryn Gwyddon in Wales, and the gorsedd of
Boscombe Moor in Damnonium.
(That's Cornwall as the Romans called it.)
EMILIA: And that's our Nine Travellers.
ROMANA: Yes, but why should this particular circle become a place of
prophecy, of augury? You say yourself that there are a dozen or more
stone circles in this part of the country.
EMILIA: If I knew that I'd be professor of megalithic archaeology at
Bangor instead of that fool, Idwal Morgan.
ROMANA: Er, there is one thing which does strike me as rather curious.
Well, until recently, the land the circle stands on has always been
owned by a woman. Haven't you noticed? Lady Montcalm, Senora Camara,
Mrs Trefusis. And if you go further back, right in the Middle Ages, it
came under the control of the Mother Superior of the Convent of the
Little Sisters of Saint Gudula.
VIVIEN: What does that prove? Lots of convents and monasteries owned
enormous areas of land in the Middle Ages.
ROMANA: Yes, but here it was women. All women.
VIVIEN: What are you suggesting, Romana? Some kind of sisterhood that's
been worshipping these stones for, when was the convent founded?
Twelfth century, wasn't it? For seven hundred odd years? That's a
little bit hard to believe, isn't it?
ROMANA: What other explanation is there?
VIVIEN: What about Mister De Vries? He doesn't quite qualify as a head
of a sisterhood.
ROMANA: Well maybe he's not really the head. This convent, does it
EMILIA: Oh, good heavens, no. And it was a man who saw to that, Henry
the Eighth. It went the way of all flesh with the dissolution of the
ROMANA: What about the convent records?
VIVIEN: Oh, I should think they were destroyed.
EMILIA: Some of them could still be at the hall.
ROMANA: The hall? What hall?
EMILIA: Mister De Vries' house. It was built in 1572 on the old site of
ROMANA: Well, let's go and take a look. What are we waiting for?
EMILIA: Oh, good girl! That's the spirit. No time like the present. Get
my bike, Vivien.
VIVIEN: Romana can borrow mine. You won't be needing me with you, will
EMILIA: No. Keep a good fire burning in case the Doctor comes back. Ah,
here we are.
ROMANA: What's that?
VIVIEN: A policeman's truncheon. Last year when she went to lecture in
New York, she took it with her in case she got mugged.
ROMANA: And did she get mugged?
VIVIEN: No. She got arrested for carrying an offensive weapon.
EMILIA [OC]: Come along, Romana. Tally-ho!
EMILIA: Great Scott! What's happened? Who can have
(He is repairing K9, who is lying on its back with wires hanging out.
Great handfuls of shredded paper are taken from his innards.)
ROMANA: Oh, K9, what have they done to you?
EMILIA: Oh, poor little fellow. Is he badly hurt?
DOCTOR: I'll know in a moment.
K9: (feeble) I did my best, master, but it was so strong.
DOCTOR: What was it?
K9: Silicon based, globulin deficient.
K9: Too strong.
DOCTOR: Globulin deficient.
ROMANA: Is he all right?
DOCTOR: His entire circuit's nearly all burnt out.
ROMANA: Yes, but is it repairable?
K9: Initial damage report suggests not, mistress. Advise
cannibalisation of reusable parts.
DOCTOR: Oh, nonsense, K9, nonsense. We're not going to turn you into
scrap yet, are we, Romana?
(They move away from the tin wreck.)
ROMANA: What can we do?
DOCTOR: His only chance is an entire circuit regeneration. How can we
do that in time to save him? It might be kinder to remove the cerebral
ROMANA: Oh no. If we remove the cerebral core, he's finished.
DOCTOR: What can we do?
ROMANA: A molecular stabiliser.
ROMANA: Is the Tardis fitted with a molecular stabiliser?
DOCTOR: Yes, of course it was. All Type Forty's were.
ROMANA: I thought so. We had a lecture once at the Academy. If I link
up the molecular stabiliser to the circuit frequency modulator
ROMANA: You really think so?
DOCTOR: What? Well, I mean, it's quite ingenious. Anyway, it's worth a
ROMANA: Anything's worth a try. Look at him, he's on his last legs.
DOCTOR: Right. You get him back to the Tardis and connect him up. I'll
stay here with the Professor and look for those bodies.
(Romana leaves carrying K9.)
EMILIA: Bodies? What bodies?
DOCTOR: De Vries and the woman. They've been killed by that creature.
You heard what K9 said.
DOCTOR: It's globulin deficient.
EMILIA: Globulin? What's globulin?
DOCTOR: It's a protein found in blood plasma. The creature that kills
them lives on blood.
(A figure dressed as a bird, with mask and
feathered robe, carries a bowl of blood in it's claw over to the hollow
in the stone and pours it in. The stone glows and the heartbeat sound
CAILLEACH: Ogri, Ogri, you shall do my bidding. Do you hear, Ogri? Do
(Emilia is going through the books.)
EMILIA: Nothing prior to 1700. You?
DOCTOR: Nothing. I've searched the whole house. Completely empty. No
secret passages, no hidden rooms, nothing. It's got to be here, though.
EMILIA: What has?
DOCTOR: Well, the Cailleach.
EMILIA: Oh, the witch hag?
EMILIA: It's only a legend.
DOCTOR: Yes, I know. And so was Troy until dear old Schliemann dug it
up. Morrigu, Cerridwen, call her what you like. In four thousand years
I expect she's had quite a few names, but where is she? Hmm? No
statues, no images, no pictures. Of course! The missing paintings! They
must be here somewhere.
EMILIA: I don't see why the paintings are so important.
DOCTOR: What? Then why have they been hidden? Tell me that. Why have
they been hidden? Beware of the birds, he said. The raven and the crow.
The raven and the crow. Birds!
EMILIA: Where? What?
(The Doctor moves one of the carvings on the stone fire surround, and a
small panel opens in the wall to the left of it.)
EMILIA: Oh, jumping Joshua. A priest hole.
DOCTOR: Well, certainly. The place is old enough. Come on!
(The Doctor ducks through the opening.)
EMILIA: Wait for me, Doctor!
DOCTOR [OC]: Now mind these stairs. (bump.)
(Back at the Tardis, Romana connects K9 to the console with a pair of
jack plugs in his rear, then leaves. She notices a group of corvids
sitting on the Tardis roof.)
(Emilia finds the light switch.)
DOCTOR: Look. Lady Montcalm, painted by Allan Ramsay.
EMILIA: Good grief, I don't believe it.
(The Doctor props another picture up on a packing case, and a third on
the floor by it. They all show a dark-haired woman.)
DOCTOR: Lady Montcalm, Senora Camara, Mrs Trefusis.
(The same dark-haired lady.)
EMILIA: I know that face.
DOCTOR: So you should. It's your friend, Miss Fay.
[Outside the circle]
(Romana looks over to the stone circle, which is
glowing red. A hand on her shoulder makes her jump.)
ROMANA: Oh, you scared the life out of me.
VIVIEN: Did I? I'm so sorry.
VIVIEN: Oh, is there something going on in the circle? Strange. Let's
take a look, shall we?
ROMANA: Vivien, what are you doing? You're hurting
(Vivien throws Romana to the ground, and we see that she is wearing the
ROMANA: What's going on?
(Vivien takes a long rod and sends energy waves at Romana.)
ROMANA: What are you doing?
EMILIA: She never told me she was related to the
DOCTOR: She isn't. She is the Montcalm family, and the Trefusis family
and the Camara family. And no doubt she's the managing director of the
firm that owns the circle now. These three portraits are of the same
EMILIA: But look at the dates. There's a hundred and fifty years.
DOCTOR: So? What's a hundred and fifty years when you've been around
for more than four thousand?
EMILIA: You mean?
DOCTOR: Yes. She's the Cailleach.
(The Stone has found them.)
DOCTOR: Run. Come on. Quick.
(The Stone jams itself in the doorway, bringing down some masonry.)
[Outside the Manor House]
EMILIA: I never thought we'd get out of there
DOCTOR: Come on, we're not clear yet. On you go.
(He shuts the door and they run down the drive. Another Stone is at the
DOCTOR: Fascinating, isn't it?
EMILIA: Doctor, did I understand you correctly? That thing is made of
DOCTOR: Yes, and it's closing on us fast.
EMILIA: But it's impossible!
DOCTOR: No, it isn't. We're standing still.
EMILIA: I meant a silicon based lifeform is unknown, unheard of,
DOCTOR: Maybe it doesn't realise that.
(The Stone crashes through the gates.)
DOCTOR: What is it, what is it?
EMILIA: In the cause of science, I think it our duty to capture that
DOCTOR: How? Have you any plans?
(She takes out her truncheon.)
EMILIA: We could track it to its lair.
DOCTOR: Come on!
EMILIA: We're trapped!
(The Stone approaches. The Doctor goes to the edge of the cliff and
takes of his coat. He waves it like a matador's cloak.)
EMILIA: I know you're under considerable strain, Doctor, but please
keep a grip on yourself.
(The Stone crashes through some bushes, pauses, then makes a run at the
Doctor. With a graceful veronica, the Doctor steps to one side and the
Stone goes howling down to the jagged rocks below.)
(They look over the edge and see the light fade away.)
EMILIA: Is it dead, do you suppose?
DOCTOR: How do you kill a stone? Let's go and find it's mistress, shall
we? Come on.
(Vivien has put her bird mask back on and is using
the long rod to burn a circle in the ground around herself.)
DOCTOR: There's no need to wear a mask for our sake, Miss Fay.
(Vivien takes the mask off.)
EMILIA: Vivien, what's going on? He says you're the Cailleach.
VIVIEN: I've been so many things, Emilia, for so many years.
DOCTOR: Well, it's all over now, Miss Fay.
VIVIEN: Oh, not really, Doctor. You see, I've got Romana.
DOCTOR: Where is she?
VIVIEN: Where you'll never be able to find her. Oh, she's perfectly
safe. No need to worry, so long as you leave me in peace.
DOCTOR: Ah, well, you see, I can't do that, Miss Fay, because you've
got something that I need, you see.
VIVIEN: I wouldn't come too close if I were you, Doctor.
DOCTOR: Oh, absolute nonsense.
(The Doctor comes into contact with the protective circle, and falls.)
DOCTOR: Oh! Static electrical charge. That's a very primitive
VIVIEN: It's still very effective. Don't worry about Romana, Doctor. I
should worry about yourself if I were you.
VIVIEN: Count the stones, Doctor. Beware the Ogri.
EMILIA: Extraordinary. What did she mean about the stones?
DOCTOR: Three of the stones are missing.
EMILIA: Missing? What's happened to them?
DOCTOR: One went over the cliff, remember?
EMILIA: Oh, you mean that thing was one of the stones?
DOCTOR: Yes. She called them the Ogri. Ogri. Of course! The Ogri. How
silly of me.
DOCTOR: Yes, from Ogros, their home planet. That's in Tau Ceti.
Repulsive place covered in great swamps full of amino acids, primitive
proteins which they feed on by absorption. Hence their need of globulin
EMILIA: What do you mean?
DOCTOR: Which is the nearest equivalent on Earth, hence the blood
sacrificed on the stones. Anyway, you know all about the Ogri on Earth.
EMILIA: Huh? You said there were three of these things.
DOCTOR: That's right.
DOCTOR: Gog, Magog, Ogres. They can't be far away. Anyway, you and I
have got work to do. Listen. Do you by any chance have any tritium
DOCTOR: Yes, tritium crystals. Tritium crystals.
EMILIA: Oh, but Doctor, what about Vivien? What about Romana?
DOCTOR: Professor, listen. You go back to the cottage and see if you
can find any crystals. I'll go back to my Tardis and see if I can pick
up a few things.
EMILIA: Yes, but where have they disappeared to? How are we going to
DOCTOR: Professor, I don't know. That's why I need the crystals.
(The Doctor has constructed something weird on a
height adjustable tripod. The middle bit is like a 'what the butler
saw' machine, a small antenna sticks out at right angles at the front
and whatever is on his right is covered by a tea towel. Emilia enters
from the kitchen.)
EMILIA: These are the only crystals I could find apart from a packet of
(The Doctor samples the contents of the small earthenware jar, then
listens to it.)
DOCTOR: Mmm. Well done, Professor. I knew she must have them somewhere,
it's the only way she could power that wand of hers.
(He tips them into the round bit in the middle of his contraption. It
gurgles like an electronic drain. Then he takes off the tea towel to
reveal a purple perspex tube with a saucer and ball fastened onto the
(The Doctor puts another small antenna on the top of the contraption,
making the tube the front of it and showing us the control box on the
EMILIA: I still don't understand where Romana and Vivien are.
K9: Hyperspace is an extension to the special theory of relativity
propounded by Einstein. Einstein's theory states
DOCTOR: Now, now, K9. K9, don't overstrain your databanks. You're not
fully recovered yet.
K9: Circuitry regeneration seventy five percent completed.
DOCTOR: Yes, well, didn't I give you some calculations to be getting on
K9: Calculations cannot be completed until you have finished
constructing the equipment.
DOCTOR: All right, all right. Why don't you stop interrupting me and
let me get on with it then? He's a terrible old gasbag.
EMILIA: I still don't understand about hyperspace.
DOCTOR: Well, who does?
K9: I do.
DOCTOR: Oh, shut up, K9. It's all to do with interspatial geometry.
EMILIA: Oh, I never studied that.
DOCTOR: Well, I'm not surprised. They gave up teaching it two thousand
years ago, even on Gallifrey.
EMILIA: Oh, I beg your pardon?
DOCTOR: Here. Look, how can I explain? Listen, Einstein's Special
Theory of Relativity said
EMILIA: Said that you cannot travel in space faster than the speed of
light, because the speed of light is a limiting factor. If you
travelled more than a hundred and eighty thousand miles per second,
you'd encounter the time distortion effect.
DOCTOR: Yes. Yes, well, he was nearly right.
EMILIA: In fact, you'd arrive at your destination before you'd left
your starting point.
DOCTOR: Yes. Absurd, isn't it?
EMILIA: Oh, I don't know.
DOCTOR: I always thought it was fun, myself. I did try to explain the
realities to poor old Albert, but he would insist that he knew best.
EMILIA: Oh, they're all the same, these physicists. Oh, sorry.
DOCTOR: No, that's all right. I mean, apart from space warping, which
he couldn't possibly understand, there is a theoretical way of avoiding
the time distort.
EMILIA: Is there really?
DOCTOR: Yes. Just pass me that screwdriver, will you? Yes, you operate
in a different dimension, you see, in another kind of space.
EMILIA: Otherwise, hyperspace.
EMILIA: But I still don't know where Romana and Vivien are.
DOCTOR: Listen. They're still in the circle, or whatever occupies that
space in the other dimension.
EMILIA: Oh, I see.
DOCTOR: Good. Perhaps you'll explain it to me sometime when you've got
a few minutes to spare.
EMILIA: May I ask you a personal question?
DOCTOR: Well, I don't see how I can stop you asking.
EMILIA: Are you from outer space?
DOCTOR: I'm more from what you'd call inner time.
DOCTOR: Yes, well, never mind about that now. K9, what do you think of
this? Hmm? Well?
K9: The theory appears to be ingenious.
DOCTOR: Yes, but will it work?
K9: Affirmative. It will be effective on a setting of point naught
naught three seven on the hyperspace scale.
DOCTOR: What, only on that end of the scale?
K9: Affirmative, master.
DOCTOR: That means it'll burn out the circuits in about ten and a half
K9: Correction, master. Circuits will burn out after thirty one point
two seven seconds.
DOCTOR: Thirty one point two seven. Is that long enough to get me into
K9: Insufficient data, master. Answer depends upon where in hyperspace
and what is there when you arrive.
DOCTOR: Thank you very much, K9.
K9: Actual area of transportation beam will be small. It is imperative,
therefore, that you mark your point of entry on arrival in order to
facilitate finding it again for return.
DOCTOR: Good point, K9. Thank you. Come on, Emilia. I need your help.
K9, let's go see if this works.
DOCTOR: Now, you understand what you've got to do?
EMILIA: I think so. Switch on, and then wait until the needle points on
the dial to oh oh three seven, then throw that lever.
DOCTOR: Right. Now remember, you've only got thirty seconds and then
DOCTOR: Yes. Pow. Pow. Pow is a technical expression, Professor. It
means that all the microcircuitry will fuse into one great urgh of
EMILIA: Yes, but what happens if the Ogri come back while you're
wherever you'll be?
DOCTOR: Ah, well that's where K9 comes in. You see, he'll generate a
forcefield a touch more sophisticated than Miss Fay's, and that should
keep them out for a while.
EMILIA: For how long?
K9: My power packs will be drained in approximately seventeen minutes,
thirty one point eight six seconds.
DOCTOR: There you are. Now, if they should break through, run as if
something very nasty were after you, because something very nasty will
be after you.
EMILIA: Yeah, but what about you?
DOCTOR: Don't worry about me. I'll be doing plenty of that in any case.
EMILIA: Yes, but how will you get back?
DOCTOR: You just switch on for thirty seconds, say, every half hour.
EMILIA: If you think that'll work.
DOCTOR: Well, of course it'll work and even if it doesn't work, what
does it matter? You know what they say about hyperspace.
DOCTOR: They say it's a theoretical absurdity, and that's something
I've always wanted to be lost in. Ready? Now switch on.
EMILIA: Er, oh oh two two, oh oh three three, oh oh three seven
DOCTOR: Switch off! Switch off!
EMILIA: Oh, did I do something wrong?
K9: There is an error in the circuitry. You are not to blame.
DOCTOR: All right, all right, all right. We're not all programmed for
perfection, you know. Ah, there's the fault.
K9: Danger. Ogri approaching from south-southwest.
EMILIA: I can't see.
K9: Two Ogri approaching from south-southwest.
DOCTOR: Nearly finished. There, that should do it. Let's hope it works
K9: Ogri fifty metres and closing.
DOCTOR: Now remember, do exactly as you did last time.
K9: Ogri forty metres and closing.
EMILIA: Oh oh three seven. Holding.
K9: Ogri twenty eight metres and closing.
(The Doctor vanishes.)
(K9 shoots at an Ogri.)
[Spaceship entry point]
(The Doctor appears in a lovely white spaceship,
spinning like a top.)
DOCTOR: Romana? Romana?
(He chalks a X on the floor grill and goes along a short corridor then
down a couple of steps into a room with a control console, where he
looks out of the window. A silver skinned figures watches him. Romana
is manacled to a wall somewhere, next to a robot wearing leggings. The
Doctor goes along another corridor to an area with doors off it. He
looks through the small triangle windows in the doors, opens one and a
mummified corpse falls out. He puts it back and goes to another and
DOCTOR: All change at Venus for the Brighton line.
ROMANA: Very funny. Where have you been? What's happening? Where am I?
DOCTOR: Well, in strict order of asking, busy, nothing, hyperspace.
Your friend doesn't look too well. What happened to you?
ROMANA: Well, I don't know, exactly. All I remember is Vivien Fay
coming up behind me then waking up here.
(The Doctor undoes her manacles with his sonic screwdriver.)
ROMANA: What do you mean, hyperspace? It can't be.
DOCTOR: Why not?
ROMANA: Well, hyperspace is a theoretical absurdity. Everybody knows
DOCTOR: Yes, except, apparently, the people who built this ship four
thousand years ago. It's a hyperspace vessel.
ROMANA: That's ridiculous.
DOCTOR: Come on.
ROMANA: Even granting the hyperspace hypothesis,
Doctor, what about deceleration? How do you decelerate an infinite
mass? Anyway, where is this ship? Why can't it be seen from Earth?
(They return to the junction room, where the Doctor uses a small
DOCTOR: There's your answer.
(A diagram comes up on a screen.)
ROMANA: That's only few feet from the circle. Why can't it be seen?
DOCTOR: Because it exists in a different kind of space from the circle.
ROMANA: In hyperspace, not in ordinary four dimensional space.
ROMANA: Well, why has it stopped here?
DOCTOR: Maybe it ran out of fuel.
ROMANA: Are you sure this thing's been here for four thousand years?
ROMANA: Well, look at the cabin and the controls. They're like new.
DOCTOR: Perhaps someone's been spring cleaning.
ROMANA: Vivien Fay?
DOCTOR: Yeah. Romana. Romana, there's plenty of fuel. The drive unit's
ROMANA: Well, maybe it ran aground.
DOCTOR: On what?
ROMANA: Who knows what's in hyperspace.
DOCTOR: Yes. We'd better search the ship. The third segment must be
here somewhere, to say nothing of our friend Miss Fay.
ROMANA: Well, where do we start? It looks rather big, don't you think?
K9: Power depleted. Cannot hold much longer.
(Emilia is timing the use of the hyperspace window machine.)
EMILIA: Where's that Dunkirk spirit? Never say die.
K9: I never do say die, but I cannot hold.
EMILIA: Nothing. There's no one there.
(She switches off the machine. K9 stops firing at the Ogri.)
EMILIA: K9? Are you all right, K9? Oh, what's happening? Look at the
Ogri. They're going. They're giving up.
K9: Assumption incorrect. They are going. That is not to say they are
EMILIA: Oh, I thought you were. Are you all right, K9?
K9: Power exhausted.
EMILIA: Can you recharge yourself?
K9: Affirmative, given time.
EMILIA: Do you think they'll come back?
K9: Affirmative. Suspect they have gone away to recharge.
EMILIA: Recharge? But how?
K9: With globulin.
EMILIA: Oh, that means finding more blood.
EMILIA: It means they're going to kill somebody.
(A young man crawls out of his tent to discover
two standing stones have appeared just feet away. He goes to
MAN: Hey, Pat. Pat!
PAT: What's up?
MAN: Come and have a look at this. You won't believe it.
PAT: What is it? Where did they come from?
MAN: Don't know. They weren't here last night.
PAT: Perhaps it's a joke. Perhaps someone from the Wheatsheaf dumped
them here during the night.
MAN: How? They must weigh tons.
PAT: I suppose they are real rock, not just fakes.
(She goes over and touches one. It's heartbeat starts up and she can't
remove her hand.)
MAN: What's the matter?
PAT: My hand! My hand! I
(He takes hold of her, the stone glows brighter and they both start
screaming. Pat's hand turns to bone before we fade out to a screen of
[Outside the cells]
ROMANA: Do you think there could be anything alive
in any of these?
DOCTOR: What, after four thousand years? I shouldn't think so. Mind
you, I'll tell you something. If there is anything still alive, it'll
be furious at all the delay. Oh!
ROMANA: What? (One of the cells contains a Wirrn.)
DOCTOR: You know, I think this must have been a convict ship.
ROMANA: Look, the seal on that door's a different colour from the rest.
DOCTOR: First class in hyperspace?
ROMANA: What does it say?
DOCTOR: I don't know. I can't read the script. Probably just says, do
not open, penalty fifty pounds.
ROMANA: Anything there?
DOCTOR: Can't see.
ROMANA: Well, what shall we do?
DOCTOR: Open it.
(The Doctor breaks the seal and pulls the handle. As they duck down to
look inside, two sparkly somethings float out above their heads.)
ROMANA: What's that?
DOCTOR: I don't know.
MEGARA: It is not permitted to touch the Megara.
DOCTOR: I beg your pardon. I beg your pardon. What's the Megara?
ROMANA: I don't know.
MEGARA: We are the Megara. We are justice machines.
ROMANA: Justice machines?
MEGARA: We are the law.
MEGARA 2: Judge, jury and executioner.
MEGARA: Once we have arrived at our verdict
MEGARA 2: We execute it
MEGARA: Without fear or favour
MEGARA 2: Impartially.
DOCTOR: Well, it's a great relief to know that the law is in such
capable hands. We have to be going now.
ROMANA: What's the matter?
DOCTOR: Never mind, just keep moving.
MEGARA: Stop. Turn around. Do not move.
MEGARA 2: Which of you removed the Great Seals?
DOCTOR: I did. I feared for your safety.
MEGARA: He meant well.
MEGARA 2: But the law clearly states that no one may remove the seals
without authorisation. The penalty is death.
MEGARA: Where is your authorisation?
DOCTOR: I'm sorry, I didn't realise I needed authorisation. You see,
I'm a stranger here myself. But I promise I'll never break any other
seals without authorisation ever.
MEGARA: Contrition is to be accounted in the accused favour.
MEGARA 2: Ignorance of the law is not.
MEGARA: I will undertake his defence.
(The Doctor and Romana sneak away.)
MEGARA 2: I think you should advise your client that there is little
likelihood of clemency.
MEGARA: I will so advise him. He has gone!
MEGARA 2: Further proof of guilt.
MEGARA: No matter. None can escape the Megara.
EMILIA: I can't see those creatures anywhere. Are
you recharged yet?
K9: Negative. Recharging incomplete. It is time to switch on the beam
EMILIA: Oh yes, you're right. Oh well, anyway, we haven't got those
creatures breathing down our necks. Here goes.
(The silver woman appears.)
K9: Do not touch that machine, Miss Fay, otherwise I will be forced to
VIVIEN: Ha, you haven't enough power left in you to strike a match. See
what I mean?
VIVIEN: No, Emilia, don't make me kill you.
EMILIA: No, they can't get back if you
(Vivien blasts the machine with her rod.)
VIVIEN [OC]: Ogri, come. I command you.
[Spaceship entry point]
ROMANA: Doctor, they're still following us.
DOCTOR: What do you expect? They're justice machines. Come on. X marks
DOCTOR: The projector Professor Rumford's using has got a very small
spread. If we're not in exactly the right place when she switches on,
we'll never get back. Come on, Professor.
ROMANA: Nothing. Doctor, behind us. Look!
(Vivien and the Ogri appear in the control room.)
VIVIEN: Too late now, Doctor. I've destroyed your pitiful little
machine. There's no way out for you. You're trapped in hyperspace
[Spaceship entry point]
VIVIEN: Ogri, come.
(The Stones arrive.)
MEGARA: Do not harm our prisoner.
VIVIEN: Ogri, stop. The Megara.
DOCTOR: Mmm. Are they friends of yours?
(The Doctor goes along the little corridor and
down into the control room.)
VIVIEN: Did you break the seals?
DOCTOR: Well, yes, I'm afraid I did.
MEGARA: Silence. He is ours. He is ours. Afterwards, you may have him.
DOCTOR: Oh, no, no, please, don't rush on my account. I'm so sorry to
MEGARA 2: The prisoner has been tried and sentenced in his absence. The
sentence will now be carried out.
DOCTOR: What sentence?
MEGARA 2: The sentence is death. You are to be executed immediately.
VIVIEN: Oh, may I watch? You don't mind, do you, Doctor?
DOCTOR: No, no, no, no, no. Please, be my guest. I wouldn't want you to
miss my execution.
MEGARA 2: Prepare for dissolution.
MEGARA 2: On what grounds?
DOCTOR: How can there possibly be a sentence when there hasn't been a
MEGARA 2: There has been a trial.
DOCTOR: There has been a trial. There has?
MEGARA: I defended you.
MEGARA 2: I was judge. You were found guilty.
DOCTOR: But I wasn't there.
MEGARA 2: Immaterial. Your counsel was. He was most eloquent on your
DOCTOR: I demand the right to defend myself.
MEGARA 2: Not permitted.
DOCTOR: Why not?
MEGARA: You are a humanoid and therefore quite incapable of
appreciating the subtleties of the law.
DOCTOR: Machine law.
MEGARA 2: But of course. There is no other law.
DOCTOR: Ah. I see. Just a minute.
MEGARA: As your counsel, my advice to you is to submit to execution. So
much easier in the end.
DOCTOR: I wish to appeal against my sentence.
MEGARA 2: There are no grounds.
DOCTOR: How do you know? You haven't heard my case yet.
(The Megara confer in electronic beeps.)
VIVIEN: Your Honours, surely you're not going to allow yourselves to be
persuaded by this criminal?
MEGARA 2: Who are you? Identify yourself to the court.
VIVIEN: Vivien Fay.
ROMANA: She's the reason why we're here.
MEGARA 2: Are you saying that Vivien Fay broke the seals?
ROMANA: No, but what I'm saying
MEGARA 2: Then your evidence is immaterial.
MEGARA: And incompetent.
MEGARA 2: Attempts to influence the bench are punishable by death.
MEGARA: Article twenty three of the legal code, subsection seventeen.
DOCTOR: Ahem. Could we get back to my appeal, please?
MEGARA 2: In accordance with article fourteen of the legal code,
subsection one three five, this humanoid's execution is stayed for two
hours while we graciously consent to hear his appeal. Afterwards, the
execution will take place as ordered.
DOCTOR: Your Honours are too kind.
VIVIEN: I demand that you execute him now.
MEGARA 2: You are out of order.
(It is daylight, and K9 lifts his weary head.)
EMILIA: Oh, thank heavens. Are you better, dear?
K9: Thank you, Professor Rumford.
EMILIA: Can you move?
K9: Mobility impaired, but databanks recharged.
EMILIA: What are we going to do? Vivien smashed the machine.
K9: Reconstruct it. With your help, it shouldn't be difficult.
EMILIA: With my help? I'm an archaeologist, not an engineer.
K9: You will work under my direction.
ROMANA: You must tell the Megara we're Time Lords.
DOCTOR: I just don't
ROMANA: Tell them!
DOCTOR: I don't think, I don't think it would do any good. They're
justice machines, remember? I knew a Galactic Federation once, lots of
different lifeforms so they appointed a justice machine to administer
ROMANA: What happened?
DOCTOR: They found the Federation in contempt of court and blew up the
MEGARA 2: The court has considered the request of the humanoid,
hereinafter known as the Doctor. In order to speed up the process of
law, it will graciously permit him to conduct his own appeal, prior to
DOCTOR: Thank you, Your Honour.
MEGARA 2: You may call your first witness.
DOCTOR: I call as my first witness, Miss Romanadvoratrelundar.
ROMANA: But I'm not a witness.
(The Doctor takes a barrister's wig out of his pocket and puts it on
MEGARA 2: The witness will take the stand and be sworn in. The witness
will repeat the oath. I swear to tell the truth. Repeat.
ROMANA: I swear to tell the truth.
MEGARA 2: As far as I, a mere humanoid
ROMANA: As far as I. Look, I object to the wording.
MEGARA 2: Contempt is punishable by death.
(The Doctor is leafing through some legal briefs he's acquired from
DOCTOR: Your Honours, I'm sure that my witness wishes to withdraw that
last remark, don't you.
MEGARA 2: Do you?
ROMANA: As far as I, a mere humanoid
MEGARA 2: Am capable of knowing the truth.
ROMANA: Am capable of knowing the truth.
(A faint beam lines up with Romana's forehead.)
ROMANA: What's that?
MEGARA: It assesses the level of truth.
ROMANA: Oh. What happens if the level falls?
MEGARA: That would be most regrettable, Miss Romanadvoratrelundar.
DOCTOR: Miss Dvoratrelundar, when we opened the hyperspace capsules,
what did we find inside?
ROMANA: Dead things.
DOCTOR: Dead things?
ROMANA: Well, bodies of dead creatures. Dead travellers, I suppose.
DOCTOR: And when we found the hyperspace capsule in which their Honours
were travelling, could you see what was inside?
DOCTOR: What did you think was inside?
ROMANA: I didn't know. It could have been anything.
DOCTOR: What, even creatures still alive?
DOCTOR: No further questions.
MEGARA 2: The witness is excused.
(Emilia is repairing the hyperspace window
EMILIA: How's that, K9?
K9: You have now linked the alpha circuit to the sine interphase.
EMILIA: I have? Is that all right?
EMILIA: Oh, it's not so difficult after all.
DOCTOR: Your Honours, I call as my second witness
Miss Vivien Fay.
VIVIEN: But I'm not a witness.
DOCTOR: That's for their Honours to decide. I call Miss Fay.
VIVIEN: But I'm not a witness. I didn't see anything. I don't know
DOCTOR: I call Miss Fay.
MEGARA 2: Once you have been called, you must appear. It is the law.
DOCTOR: Ha! Ha!
VIVIEN: But I know nothing, your Honour
MEGARA 2: It is the law.
(The two Stones appear at the entrance to the room. The Megara turn one
of them to dust. Vivien is horrified.)
ROMANA: I see what you mean about the galaxy.
VIVIEN: I will take the oath.
ROMANA: What are you up to, Doctor?
DOCTOR: Trying to find out who she really is.
ROMANA: Is that important?
DOCTOR: Well, it might just save my life.
MEGARA 2: Repeat.
ROMANA: What do you mean?
DOCTOR: Why else do you think the Megara are here?
VIVIEN: I swear.
ROMANA: You mean they're after Miss Fay?
DOCTOR: Well, who else has been around for four thousand years? It's
got to be Miss Fay.
ROMANA: Why don't they just arrest her?
DOCTOR: Because they're justices, not policemen.
ROMANA: Ah. I suppose those poor creatures back there were the police.
DOCTOR: Yes. It's a pity they're also dead.
ROMANA: Well, if this is a police vessel, then surely they must have a
description of her. An identification, voice print
DOCTOR: Shush. All the Megara will have is a name on the charge sheet.
ROMANA: There must be something incriminating in her cottage. I'll try
and get back somehow.
DOCTOR: Good girl.
ROMANA: Can you keep it going here?
DOCTOR: Yes, but not for long.
MEGARA: Doctor, we are waiting.
DOCTOR: I beg your pardon, your Honours. I was consulting with my
VIVIEN: Where's that girl going? She has no right leaving the court
without the judge's permission.
(An Ogri follows Romana.)
DOCTOR: Oh come, what does it matter where she goes. As we all know, no
one can escape the Megara. Am I not right, your Honour?
MEGARA 2: Proceed with the questioning, Doctor. Your execution is long
DOCTOR: Yes, thank you. I request that this witness be attached to the
DOCTOR: What? But why? The previous witness was attached to the
MEGARA: Because she was present when the seals to our compartment was
broken. This witness was not.
DOCTOR: I demand that this witness be treated in exactly the same way
as the previous one.
MEGARA 2: Demand?
DOCTOR: Request, then.
MEGARA 2: Request denied. Proceed, Doctor.
[Spaceship entry point]
ROMANA: If only Vivien Fay hadn't broken that
(The hyperspace window generator is back in
EMILIA: Perhaps I ought to check the wiring. I may have joined
something up wrong.
K9: I was superintending the work.
EMILIA: Just the same.
(Both Romana and the Ogri appear.)
K9: Danger, danger.
ROMANA: Run, Professor, run.
(Emilia picks up the device and they flee.)
DOCTOR: I submit most respectfully that your
Honours are in error.
MEGARA 2: Error? Impossible.
MEGARA: We are programmed against the possibility of error.
DOCTOR: But you have ruled that this witness need not be attached to
the assessor because she wasn't present when the seals of your capsule
DOCTOR: How do you know that?
MEGARA: Because we did not see her when we emerged.
DOCTOR: That is not proof.
MEGARA: Do you now say she was there?
DOCTOR: No, no, I don't say that. I say that she will never tell us
anything approaching the truth unless she is forced to. I don't think
that she'd even tell us her real name, except from fear of the
VIVIEN: Your Honours, may a mere humanoid offer a suggestion?
MEGARA 2: If you must.
VIVIEN: If it will facilitate the proceedings, may I say that I have no
objection to the assessor. Attach me to it if you wish. Ask me if I
broke the seals. I will answer truthfully.
ROMANA: K9, stay on guard. Now, Professor, you
stayed here. You spent a lot of time in her company. Is there any part
of the house where she didn't like you to go? Anywhere or anything she
(Vivien is attached to the assessor.)
MEGARA 2: Are you ready, Miss Fay?
VIVIEN: Ready, your Honours.
MEGARA 2: You will answer my questions truthfully. Should you lie, the
assessor will register the degree of untruth and react accordingly. You
VIVIEN: I understand, your Honours.
MEGARA 2: The question is, did you or did you not remove the seals from
the official compartment in which my colleague and I were travelling?
VIVIEN: I did not.
MEGARA: A reading of zero point six on the scale is registered.
DOCTOR: What does that mean?
MEGARA 2: An answer within the legal definition of truth.
DOCTOR: Are you sure?
MEGARA: We do not make mistakes.
DOCTOR: How do you know? You've been locked in that capsule for four
thousand years! Even the finest piece of machinery deteriorates after
that time. Rust, dust, pieces of fluff. Think how you'd feel if you
condemn an innocent humanoid to death just because you got a bit of
fluff stuck in your sprocket wheel or whatever it is you've got in
MEGARA: Living cells. A microcellular metallic organism.
MEGARA 2: We are bio-machines.
MEGARA: Incapable of error.
DOCTOR: Very well. If you're so perfect, test yourselves, I dare you.
Ask her her real name.
MEGARA 2: Irrelevant.
MEGARA 2: You broke the seals without proper authorisation, the penalty
for which offence is execution.
DOCTOR: I thought you were on my side.
MEGARA: I am. You are my client.
DOCTOR: Great lawyer you've turned out to be.
MEGARA: I have your interests at heart. I do not wish you to suffer
unduly. I will plead with my colleague for a swift, painless death for
(An electronic consultation.)
MEGARA 2: Your plea is granted.
MEGARA: You see, Doctor? Justice can be merciful. You may step down,
VIVIEN: Thank you, your Honours.
MEGARA: Proceed with the execution immediately.
MEGARA 2: To what are you objecting this time?
DOCTOR: I haven't finished presenting my case yet. I have another
witness I wish to call.
MEGARA: But there are no other witnesses here.
DOCTOR: You're wrong, your Honour. There's one other witness I can
EMILIA: Oh, it's hopeless. We don't even know what
we're looking for. Perhaps we've seen it without realising it. Perhaps
it's at the hall. Found anything, K9?
K9: Negative, Professor.
ROMANA [OC]: Citric acid!
ROMANA: Lemon juice.
EMILIA: I know what citric acid is.
ROMANA: Look at these cookery books. Some of the recipes are marked,
and some are crossed out.
EMILIA: Well, she crossed out things she didn't like.
ROMANA: Like recipes containing citric acid.
EMILIA: She was allergic to lemon juice.
ROMANA: She said that?
EMILIA: Yes. She wouldn't touch lemon tea or lager and lime
ROMANA: Anything else?
EMILIA: Er, grapefruit, oranges
EMILIA: Avocados, certain kinds of meat. Don't see
what you're getting at.
ROMANA: Have you ever wondered why the Ogri don't attack her? I mean,
why should she be safe?
EMILIA: Perhaps they don't fancy her blood.
ROMANA: Precisely. Which means that Vivien Fay has a different
metabolism to Earth-born humans. K9, with a metabolism like that, what
kind of planet does she come from?
K9: Referring to memory banks, mistress.
ROMANA: Think, Professor, think. Any little thing could give us a clue.
Is there anything you can remember?
(The Doctor is pacing.)
MEGARA: We are justice machines.
MEGARA 2: Judge.
MEGARA 2: Executioner.
MEGARA: We cannot be called to give evidence.
DOCTOR: Why not? Why not? I only want to put my counsel on the stand.
There's nothing in the law that says I can't do that, is there? Well,
MEGARA 2: According to our databanks, the law does not actually specify
that the accused may not call his own counsel.
DOCTOR: Very well, I call the Megara!
MEGARA 2: But it is most unorthodox indeed. It may be grounds for a
charge of contempt of court.
(The Megara confer.)
DOCTOR: I shall of course, your Honour, dispense with the oath.
MEGARA 2: You certainly will. The Megara cannot lie.
DOCTOR: Well, that's handy. Why were you sealed in your capsule?
MEGARA: Because we are justice machines travelling on judicial
DOCTOR: Travelling to where?
MEGARA: Diplos, a G class planet in Tau Ceti.
DOCTOR: What was the nature of your business?
MEGARA: To try a humanoid criminal.
DOCTOR: Ah. A female humanoid criminal?
ROMANA: It has to be a G class planet in Tau Ceti.
K9: There are two other possibilities, mistress.
ROMANA: Both incapable of supporting any form of humanoid life.
Besides, the planet Ogros, the home of the Ogri, is in the same star
(Something starts rattling the china in the dresser.)
EMILIA: Talking of the Ogri, what happened to our friend?
K9: Ogri approaching.
ROMANA: How close, K9?
(Outside the window.)
ROMANA: Come on, let's get out of here!
(The Ogri smashes down the front door.)
DOCTOR: Of what crime had the female humanoid been
MEGARA: Murder, and the removal and misuse of the Great Seal of Diplos.
DOCTOR: Ah. And did the Great Seal of Diplos, by any chance, have any
MEGARA: It has the powers of transmutation, transformation and the
establishing of hyperspatial and temporal coordinates.
DOCTOR: Ha. Exactly as I thought.
MEGARA 2: Is this relevant?
DOCTOR: Well it is to me, your Honour, yes. What is this female
MEGARA: She is known as Cessair of Diplos.
DOCTOR: And her description?
MEGARA: We have none.
DOCTOR: You have none. How do you expect to identify her, then?
MEGARA: We do not.
DOCTOR: You do not.
MEGARA: An officer was to identify her when we reached our destination.
DOCTOR: But all the officers are dead.
DOCTOR: Then you have no way of knowing who she is.
VIVIEN: All this is irrelevant, your Honours. The accused is merely
trying to delay his long overdue execution.
MEGARA 2: Agreed.
DOCTOR: She is Cessair of Diplos!
VIVIEN: Prove it.
DOCTOR: Why else is she here in hyperspace? What's the ship doing here?
MEGARA 2: That is not proof, that is supposition.
VIVIEN: I am Vivien Fay of Rose Cottage, Boscawen. Ask anyone in
Boscawen, they will identify me.
MEGARA 2: These proceedings must now be terminated. Prepare to
eliminate the accused.
ROMANA: Right. We can prove she's got a non-Terran
metabolism, comes from a class G planet, and we even know the date of
her arrival on Earth.
EMILIA: We do?
ROMANA: Well, how long's this circle been here?
EMILIA: About two thousand BC. Nearly four thousand years.
ROMANA: That's when she arrived.
EMILIA: Of course. Ready, chaps.
(The Ogri arrives.)
MEGARA: Prepare yourself to die, Doctor.
(The Doctor throws his briefs and wig onto the floor.)
DOCTOR: Do you usually execute your own clients?
MEGARA: We are allowed to execute only prisoners who have been found
DOCTOR: Mmm. Well, it certainly adds a new dimension to the role of
defending counsel. Wait a minute, wait a minute. Aren't you supposed to
be offering me a last toffee apple or something? A blindfold, a hearty
breakfast, a free pardon? No?
MEGARA: Too late, Doctor. Goodbye.
DOCTOR: Ah. Goodbye. Goodbye. Goodbye.
(A Megara emits a beam of energy as the Doctor shakes Vivien's hand.
They both get thrown to the floor.)
K9: Mistress, speed imperative. I cannot hold him.
ROMANA: Quickly, beam me through.
(The Doctor wakes.)
DOCTOR: Hello. Did I short-circuit?
MEGARA: Why did you try to involve Miss Fay in your execution?
DOCTOR: Is she all right?
MEGARA: We have no legal authority to kill her.
DOCTOR: Well, I know, I know, but can you reach her memory cells?
MEGARA: Why should we do that?
DOCTOR: Well, her brain might be damaged.
MEGARA: We will check.
MEGARA 2: I am reaching her memory cells. This humanoid is not Vivien
Fay. She is Cessair of Diplos. Wait. She is guilty of the theft and
misuse of the Great Seal of Diplos. Also of removing silicon based
lifeforms from the planet Ogros in contravention of article seven five
nine four of the Galactic Charter, and employing them for her own ends.
DOCTOR: You see? All you had to do was read her memory cells.
MEGARA 2: According to article three, subsection one three five of the
legal code, we the Megara, are not permitted to read the memory cells
of any beings, except when they are unable to present their evidence by
reason of death, unconsciousness or natural stupidity.
ROMANA: Stop! I have new evidence.
DOCTOR: Too late. I've just been executed.
DOCTOR: There's an Ogri behind you.
ROMANA: No! The Professor must have let it through.
MEGARA: Stop! We are the Megara. I command you to stop.
VIVIEN: Ogri, what's happening?
MEGARA: Ogri, you will be confined to a cell on this vessel until you
can be returned to your home planet.
MEGARA 2: Cessair of Diplos, you have been tried and found guilty of
the following charges. Impersonating a religious personage, to wit, a
Celtic goddess, for which the penalty is imprisonment for one thousand
five hundred years. Theft of the Great Seal of Diplos, for which the
penalty is perpetual imprisonment. The sentences to run consecutively.
Have you anything to say before sentence is passed?
(The Doctor and Romana are already present when
Vivien and the Megara appear.)
EMILIA: Vivien, what are those things?
DOCTOR: Those, Professor, are the Megara. Justice machines. They're
about to carry out their sentence. I'd stand back if I were you. (to
VIVIEN: If you let them do this to me, Doctor, you'll never find what
you're looking for.
DOCTOR: Oh, I wouldn't go as far as that. Excuse me, gentlemen, I think
this belongs to me.
(The Doctor snatches Vivien's pendant necklace.)
MEGARA 2: Sentence will be carried out. Perpetual imprisonment.
(Vivien backs away slightly, then tenses. The Megara turn her into a
new standing stone in the circle.)
DOCTOR: Well, that's your business completed.
MEGARA: Not quite, Doctor.
DOCTOR: What do you mean, not quite?
MEGARA: There is still the matter of your delayed execution.
DOCTOR: Delayed? Oh, I wouldn't bother about that, if I were you.
(He touches them with the pendant and they vanish.)
DOCTOR: Bye, bye. Happy journey!
ROMANA: Where are they going?
DOCTOR: Back to Diplos. I took the liberty of fixing the controls on
their ship before we popped back here. It should give us a couple of
thousand years grace. Come on, we can't stand around here. We've got
things to do. Come along.
(Back at the Tardis.)
DOCTOR: Come on, K9.
(The Doctor enters the Tardis. Romana and Emilia walk along a track,
carrying the hyperspace window generator.)
EMILIA: Poor Vivien. I can't help feeling sorry for her, but she hasn't
finished making trouble yet.
ROMANA: What do you mean?
EMILIA: The Nine Travellers. They'll have to be surveyed all over
again. Oh, that'll put the cat amongst the pigeons, believe me.
DOCTOR: Professor, you could write a monograph about it.
EMILIA: Ah yes, and make Idwal Morgan look a fool.
ROMANA: Will you write everything that happened?
EMILIA: Certainly not. I do have my academic reputation to consider.
Funny, I never noticed a police box there before.
ROMANA: Goodbye, Professor, and thank you for everything.
(Romana joins the Doctor and K9 in the Tardis.)
EMILIA: Goodbye? Where
(The Tardis dematerialises.)
EMILIA: I do have my academic reputation to consider.
[Tardis side room]
(Romana gets the two pieces of the Key out of the
DOCTOR: The tracer.
(She hands it over. The Doctor touches the pendant.)
ROMANA: Doctor, is Earth always like that?
(The pendant transforms into another polygon.)
DOCTOR: Sometimes it's even exciting.
(He tries to fit the three pieces together, and fails.)