(K9 is plugged into the underside of the console.)
DOCTOR: You ready, K9?
DOCTOR: Right. I want you to set a course of binary coordinates ten
zero eleven zero zero by zero two from galactic zero centre.
K9: Coordinates laid in.
DOCTOR: Very good.
K9: Spatial drive initiated.
DOCTOR: Well done, K9. Well, now we've dropped off our Earth friend we
can be on our way.
ROMANA: You've made up your mind, then?
DOCTOR: Oh, yes. We can't resist a summons to Gallifrey. Anyway, I'm so
looking forward to seeing how Leela and Andred are getting on. You can
meet your twin, K9. You know Romana, it. Romana?
(Romana has gone into the Tardis's interior.)
DOCTOR: You stay there, K9. You're in charge.
(Romana is lying on her bed. The Doctor knocks on
the door then opens it. Romana is crying.)
DOCTOR: Ahem. Do you mind if I come in?
ROMANA: The Time Lords want me back.
DOCTOR: Yes. Well, you only came to help with the Key to Time.
ROMANA: Doctor, I don't want to spend the rest of my life on Gallifrey.
After all this.
DOCTOR: Well, you can't fight Time Lords, Romana.
ROMANA: You did, once.
DOCTOR: Hmm. And lost.
ROMANA: Well, there's nothing more to discuss, then. We have to go.
DOCTOR: I'm afraid so.
K9: Course set and holding. ETA to Gallifrey
thirty two minutes. Flight path clear. Wait. Sensors indicate. No
(The Tardis stops travelling and spins on the spot. It shimmers.)
K9: Cannot comprehend. Cannot, cannot comprehend. Cannot comprehend.
(The shimmering effect is everywhere.)
ROMANA: Doctor, what's happening?
DOCTOR: I don't know.
K9: I have lost control of the Tardis.
(The shimmering stops and the Tardis whizzes on its way again. The
Doctor and Romana run in.)
K9: I have regained control, master. Tardis has stabilised.
ROMANA: Well, what happened, K9?
K9: Cannot explain, mistress.
DOCTOR: Never mind about that, just give me the data.
K9: Cannot comply.
DOCTOR: What? There must be some data.
K9: Substantial data was received, master, yes, however I am unable to
DOCTOR: Well, just give me a report on all damaged parts.
K9: No damage, master.
DOCTOR: What? What, none?
K9: All component parts are functioning normally, master.
DOCTOR: I don't believe it. I don't believe it! All component parts
functioning normally, ha! Pah. You mean to tell me that after all we've
been through, the systems are functioning perfectly?
K9: Not perfectly, Master, adverb attributed was normally.
ROMANA: We've materialised.
DOCTOR: Indeed we have. Let's take a look, shall we?
(The scanner shows a plain brown landscape.)
DOCTOR: Oh, yes. The wilderness of outer Gallifrey. Ready to go?
ROMANA: I suppose so.
DOCTOR: Come on, it's not the end of the universe. We're home.
DOCTOR: Oh please, don't keep apologising. Try and brighten up.
(The Doctor goes outside, and Romana heads for her room.)
DOCTOR [OC]: Romana!
(This is not the landscape on the scanner. Romana
comes out of the Tardis.)
DOCTOR: Romana! This isn't Gallifrey.
(The Doctor sits on a fallen tree trunk.)
ROMANA: It certainly isn't.
(Birds fly up behind the Doctor, making him jump.)
[By the lake]
(Two men are skinny dipping in the lake whilst
their fellows gather large melon-like fruits into wicker boxes. A group
of teenagers sneak in and start helping themselves to fruit piled up
nearby. The workers are not amused.)
OMRIL: Hey! Get them!
(The teenagers scatter into the forest and the men follow.)
OMRIL: No sign of them. Well, at least they got no
RYSIK: I suppose that's something.
OMRIL: Let's go.
(The pursuers leave.)
VARSH: That was close.
TYLOS: Easy, Varsh. You said it would be easy.
VARSH: All right, Tylos
TYLOS: It's not all right.
KEARA: Look. Down there.
(Two older men are walking through the fruit gathers.)
TYLOS: Decider Draith. And Dexeter. What are they doing here?
[By the lake]
(The clean shaven younger man puts a large box on
a table and opens it. He selects one of the river fruit and splits it
in half with a machete.)
DEXETER: Yes, there seems to be a trace. Just a trace.
(The Doctor looks at the image on the scanner.)
DOCTOR: That is Gallifrey. That is Gallifrey.
K9: Coordinates are correct, master.
ROMANA: Ten zero eleven zero zero by zero two. K9 is right.
DOCTOR: But it's absurd. It's just absurd.
ROMANA: What are we going to do?
DOCTOR: Well, we can't take off until we find out precisely what's
wrong with the Tardis.
(The Doctor ducks underneath the console.)
ROMANA: Doctor, the last time you tried that
DOCTOR: Practice, practice
(Bang and flash! Smoke comes from the pedastal. )
[By the lake]
(Dexeter is using tweezers to examine the 'seeds'
of the river plants.)
DRAITH: They seem to be moving.
DEXETER: It's the same sign noted fifty years ago by Corellis and Dell.
They postulated that they might be eggs of some kind.
DRAITH: Insect eggs?
DEXETER: Perhaps. Unfamiliar insect life is supposed to precede each
DRAITH: Yes, it's true.
DEXETER: Can you confirm this? Is it mentioned in the System Files?
DRAITH: You overreach yourself, Dexeter.
DEXETER: Forgive me, Decider, but if there is some way we can let
science illuminate your inner knowledge, you
DRAITH: I cannot discuss the System Files. Sometimes I wish I could
share it with someone, but I too must obey the Procedure.
DEXETER: Of course, Decider.
(Tylos is sharpening his knife on a stone. The
teenagers have a visitor, another young lad. Everyone say Hi to Matthew
VARSH: So, you want to be an Outler.
ADRIC: I'm serious.
TYLOS: Nobody joins unless we all agree.
VARSH: You belong in the Starliner, Adric.
KEARA: Ask him the Embarkation Question.
TYLOS: Yes, go on.
VARSH: When the Starliner leaves Alzarius, were will you be?
ADRIC: Not here.
TYLOS: You see?
KEARA: He'll be in the Starliner.
TYLOS: If it ever does take off.
ADRIC: It will!
TYLOS: He believes all that stuff
ADRIC: It will take off. But I won't be on it.
KEARA: And you won't be on Alzarius either?
ADRIC: I don't know. I'll be somewhere else.
ADRIC: I'm sorry, I just can't explain.
KEARA: He belongs in the Great Hall of Books with all the other
TYLOS: Anyway, we said no Elites. Unless you want to make special rules
for your brother?
VARSH: We've broken all family ties.
ADRIC: But I don't expect special treatment.
KEARA: Don't you? Isn't that what the star's for?
(The blue star on Adric's jacket pocket.)
ADRIC: That is for mathematical excellence.
KEARA: So the boy can count. Give it to me.
(Adric grabs Keara's arm and twists it behind her back.) ADRIC: Keep
your hands off it!
KEARA: Let go!
ADRIC: And don't tell me what to do. I've had enough orders in the
Starliner. Can't you keep these two under better control?
KEARA: He talks like a Decider already.
TYLOS: He's no better than we are.
ADRIC: Of course I'm better than you. I'm an Elite.
VARSH: That won't help you outside the Starliner when you're struggling
to stay alive.
ADRIC: It's you people who talk like Deciders.
ADRIC: I mean, you can't even steal a few river fruits.
TYLOS: I'd like to see you try.
ADRIC: All right.
VARSH: Go back to the Starliner, Adric.
TYLOS: No. If your little brother really wants to prove himself
VARSH: They'll be guarding the fruits now. It's too dangerous for us.
TYLOS: We don't have badges for mathematical excellence. You know what
(Tylos holds up a piece of plaited twine, with decorations laced into
TYLOS: It's our badge. It has to be earned.
(Things are swimming around in a dish under the
microscope. Two more older men are there.)
NEFRED: If this is Mistfall
DEXETER: I hope so, Decider Nefred. Scientifically.
GARIF: You're too young to remember the last one, Dexeter, but it's not
something I look forward to.
NEFRED: Nor I.
GARIF: Nor Decider Draith, I'm sure.
DEXETER: Decider Draith. I must get back to him.
NEFRED: I was a boy the last time the mists came. Horrible. Horrible.
(The Deciders leave. Dexeter reads from a small notebook.)
DEXETER: A kind of spider. Incomprehensible lifeform. Infectious.
[By the lake]
(Dexeter runs over to Draith.)
OMRIL: Dexeter again. What's going on?
RYSIK: I told you something was up. I told you.
(Meanwhile, the teenagers are watching from the forest as Adric swims
across the lake. He reaches the shore by the stockpile of fruits and
creeps ashore. Then steam and bubbles start to form in the lake. The
adults gather to look. The Decider pushes through them.)
DRAITH: Let me through. Make way.
(The water seems to be almost boiling.)
DRAITH: Indeed. Mistfall!
(General consternation. The two swimmers start struggling in the
SWIMMER: Help me! Help us!
DRAITH: In the water!
OMRIL: Come on, let's get them.
(The two men drag the swimmers out. They are actually wearing
DRAITH: Citizens! Citizens. Citizens! As First Decider and Keeper of
the System Files, I must announce to you the coming of Mistfall.
(Everyone gasps in horror.)
DRAITH: There is no need to be alarmed as long as you all follow the
Procedure. We have two hours.
(The people start to gather up their baskets and rugs, and leave. Adric
sneaks over to the pile and picks up three fruits. He is spotted.)
(Adric drops the fruits and runs. Draith gives chase.)
DEXETER: Decider, come back! They're not worth it!
VARSH: Split up. We'll meet back at the cave.
(Draith spots Adric running through the ferns and moves to cut him off
by the shore.)
[By the lake]
(Adric's foot sinks in deep mud and he falls
amonst the mist. Draith goes up help to him.)
DRAITH: Adric! Come on, they're closing the Starliner. Come on.
(Draith pulls Adric to his feet.)
DRAITH: Come on, come on.
ADRIC: Leave me alone.
(Adric ducks between Draith's legs, knocking him backwards into the mud
where he lies motionless.)
(The people return to a large, shiny purple
spaceship standing taller than the few surrounding trees. It's
construction is almost crystalline. They go inside and check in at the
reception desk. Knives have to be left here.)
LOGIN: Have you seen my daughter? Have you seen any of the Outlers?
(Everyone say Hi to George Baker, before Inspector Wexford.)
MAN 3: No, no.
(He goes to the check-in desk.)
LOGIN: Is there been any news.
(The man there shakes his head. The Deciders approach.)
NEFRED: Citizen Login. What is it?
LOGIN: Sirs, forgive me.
GARIF: Your daughter?
LOGIN: She's out there, unprotected. Is there nothing we can do?
NEFRED: She and the other Outlers chose to leave us, Login.
GARIF: The doors must close.
LOGIN: But Keara, she's so young.
NEFRED: And you, Login, are a greatly valued citizen, but we cannot
change the law for you.
GARIF: Not even for Decider Draith. He too has only one hour in which
[By the lake]
ADRIC: Decider! Decider Draith!
(Something starts to pull Draith into the water. Adric isn't strong
enough to help.)
DRAITH: Tell Dexeter we've come full circle
(Draith disappears into the bubbling muddy water.)
NEFRED: Time to start up the siren.
(The final stragglers arrive.)
NEFRED: Still no sign of Decider Draith.
GARIF: When those doors close, you will be First Decider.
NEFRED: And we shall need a third.
(Adric runs through the forest, and comes across a
clearing with a strange blue box parked in it. Inside, Romana hears
ROMANA: What was that noise?
ROMANA: I thought I heard a noise.
(She opens the door.)
DOCTOR: Well, of course you heard a noise.
(The Doctor resumes his work under the console, then slowly stands up
DOCTOR: Who are you?
(Adric passes out.)
(The three teenagers run in as the siren echoes.)
KEARA: We saw it, Varsh.
VARSH: Anything could make that water bubble. It could be anything!
KEARA: It could be Mistfall.
VARSH: Mistfall's a myth!
TYLOS: The others don't think so. I saw them heading back to the
KEARA: It's just us now.
VARSH: And Adric. Don't let the Deciders fool you. They've taken these
things and twisted them to their own advantage.
TYLOS: Well, you'd better be right, or else we're dead.
(Adric is on Romana's bed as the Doctor tends to an
injury on his right knee.)
ADRIC: I've got to warn them.
ADRIC: My brother says it's a myth. The Outlers all think the Deciders
are lying. But I've seen it.
(A man runs inside.)
GARIF: The internment may be a long one. Ten years perhaps until we
step onto the surface again.
NEFRED: Decider Draith is too late. Seal the doors.
(The final person runs in.)
LOGIN: Have you seen Keara or Tylos?
(The outer door comes down.)
LOGIN: No! There are others out there. My daughter! My daughter.
NEFRED: The air out there cannot support life. We have to seal the
doors. We need all our strength, Citizen Login.
LOGIN: You're quite right. We must redouble our effort toward the
NEFRED: A fine spirit. Yes, our work must continue.
GARIF: Our first task must be to choose a new Decider.
LOGIN: Yes, of course.
NEFRED: We thought of seeking your advice on the matter.
DOCTOR: Wrong place at the wrong time.
ROMANA: Sounds like a type D oligarchy. Typical use of propaganda. He
could have been hallucinating. A folk tale, a myth.
ADRIC: That blue box I saw. I saw a blue box.
DOCTOR: A blue box. Really? What was it like?
ADRIC: Well it was old. And there was a door. No, there were two doors,
and they opened inwards. And there was something funny about them.
Handles weren't on the same level.
DOCTOR: Quite right. We're inside it. It's called a Tardis. This boy's
not hallucinating. How's your transcendental dimensionalism? Never mind
about that. Come on, K9.
ROMANA: Where are you going?
DOCTOR: Well, to the marsh. We can't stand around here theorising. The
boy convinces me.
ROMANA: Yes, but we still haven't worked out what's wrong with this.
DOCTOR: What's wrong with what?
ROMANA: Oh, the console, the scanner.
DOCTOR: Oh, that. Yes, that recurring image of Gallifrey. Well, it's
something really quite simple. The image translator reads the absolute
values of the coordinates.
ROMANA: Of course it does. Real space doesn't have (penny drops)
negative coordinates. Doctor, that disruption we came through.
DOCTOR: Well, it's just a thought.
ROMANA: It's a very nasty thought. That would mean that we're out of
real space altogether.
[By the lake]
DOCTOR: What do you make of this fog, K9?
K9: Unfamiliar composition. Initial analysis indicates non-toxic.
(Romana is making notes.)
ADRIC: I must go back and warn the others.
ROMANA: Fifteen, four, two. Er, you'd better take this.
(She hands him a little sphere, which beeps.)
ADRIC: Oh, a homing device.
ROMANA: Yes. It'll help you find your way back to the Tardis. How's the
(Adric removes the plaster to reveal clean skin through the bloodied
hole in his trousers.)
[By the lake]
(The mist is getting thicker.)
K9: Master, alert.
(Bipedal amphibians rise from the water and make their way towards
[By the lake]
(Once the amphibians make it onto solid ground,
they stop, gasping.)
DOCTOR: They've stopped moving, K9.
K9: The observation is correct.
DOCTOR: Come on, let's get out of sight.
K9: Slow movement is advised, master.
VARSH: Decider Draith is dead?
TYLOS: Well, leader?
VARSH: All right, all right, maybe I was wrong. You'd better not be
ADRIC: The Doctor believed me.
TYLOS: He is lying.
ADRIC: No, I'm not. Look. They gave me that.
(Tylos takes it and sneers.)
ADRIC: It's a homing device for locating the Tardis.
(It beeps. Keara runs in.)
KEARA: They've sealed the Starliner.
TYLOS: The mist is getting thicker.
VARSH: The Tardis.
KEARA: We can't stay here.
VARSH: Why not the Tardis, Adric?
ADRIC: It's too small.
TYLOS: That's not what you told us.
KEARA: You said it was huge
ADRIC: Well, I can't remember where it is.
(Tylos holds up the beeping homer.)
(The Doctor and K9 hide in undergrowth as the
amphibians stagger slowly past through the muddy, misty ground.)
DOCTOR: It's as if they're trying to acclimatise, which they seem to be
doing rather quickly. Follow them, K9.
DOCTOR: Let me know where they settle.
(K9 goes off as a final smaller amphibian comes out of the lake. The
Doctor encounters it in the forest.)
(It runs off.)
DOCTOR: Oh. How odd. I usually get on terribly well with children.
ROMANA: Negative coordinates.
(The Outlers run in.)
ROMANA: Doctor, I've calculated that the
(Varsh and Tylos approach her with knives drawn. She gives Adric a
VARSH: We're taking over your ship.
[Great Book Room]
(A multi-tiered library of cards in diamond-shaped
racks. Nefred is on the upper level as Garif enters.)
GARIF: Nefred, I must speak with you. Nefred, is something wrong?
NEFRED: Garif, I have seen the System Files.
GARIF: As is your right.
NEFRED: Garif, if you could but guess.
GARIF: Only you are entitled to those secrets.
NEFRED: But such secrets, Garif. Such secrets.
GARIF: You're right about Login. We must have him with us.
NEFRED: He's probably the most respected man in the community.
GARIF: After yourself.
NEFRED: After no one.
GARIF: What if he refuses the post?
NEFRED: I shall be very afraid.
NEFRED: Ah, Login. Have you made up your mind?
LOGIN: I have.
NEFRED: Do you accept the post?
LOGIN: I do.
NEFRED: And your daughter?
LOGIN: Keara? Keara was a disruptive element.
NEFRED: And what is your first concern?
LOGIN: The welfare of the community and the work toward the
GARIF: Well done. And welcome, Decider Login.
(In the forest, K9's way is blocked by a stream.)
VARSH: Where is the Doctor?
ROMANA: On his way back.
(Tylos twists Romana's arm behind her back.)
ROMANA: Ow! Get off.
(Tylos puts his knife to Romana's throat.)
KEARA: Watch out!
(Adric grabs Tylos and makes him let go of Romana and his knife. Romana
picks it up and points it at Tylos' throat before offering him the
ROMANA: Your knife.
ADRIC: I'm sorry. This is my fault.
ROMANA: What do you want?
VARSH: It's Mistfall.
ROMANA: The Doctor.
(Romana reaches for a control, and the Tardis tilts then sways.
ADRIC: How did you do that?
ROMANA: I'm not quite sure.
(The Tardis tilts the other way. Meanwhile the Doctor returns to the
clearing, gets out his key, then sees there is nothing to put it into.
There is a purple square on the ground where the Tardis was. The young
amphibian watches the Doctor run back into the forest.)
KEARA: What's happening?
ADRIC: I don't know!
ROMANA: Something has picked up the Tardis.
[Outside the Starliner]
(The Doctor presses a button below a golden star
and above a sign saying Keep Clear. Nothing, so he knocks.)
(The mist starts to swirl around him so he uses his sonic screwdriver
on the button. Nothing happens so he starts to walk away, then the door
(The Doctor ducks in underneath the rising door.)
DOCTOR: Hello? Hello?
(There is a river fruit on the unmanned reception deck. He picks it up,
but it is too big to go in his pockets. Instead, he spears it with the
knife that was left behind, then is distracted by a corridor.)
(The Doctor goes up the short corridor. The amphibian enters takes the
knife. The Doctor returns to see the knife-free fruit.)
[Great Book Room]
(Nefred is in full golden uniform for his speech.)
NEFRED: Even as our ancestors journeyed from Terradon, and even as our
descendants will one day return there, so we are once again enclosed
within our Starliner. This great ship brought us far from our own
shores and long ago, damaged and departing from its course, landed our
forebears in this alien land. Citizens, we are not of this planet.
Therefore we will lack nothing, though we have lost its suns, its
waters, and its rich fruits.
(The speech is broadcast throughout the ship.)
NEFRED [OC]: For generations, the Starliner has been our shelter and a
reminder of our true home, but
[Great Book Room]
NEFRED: We will not falter. Rather, we will
redouble our efforts towards the Embarkation!
ALL: Towards the Embarkation!
NEFRED: Citizens, continue the work of maintenance.
(The Doctor finishes reading the large book on the reception desk,
closes the outer door and goes off to explore.)
(The Tardis is still swaying back and forth.
Finally there is a big Crunch! and it stops. Everyone picks themselves
up from the floor.)
TYLOS: Let's get out of here.
VARSH: We don't know what's out there.
TYLOS: I'm not staying here. I don't trust her.
ROMANA: What about Mistfall?
TYLOS: We'll go back to the Starliner.
VARSH: The Starliner is closed.
ROMANA: Adric, is there any machinery on your planet that could lift
ADRIC: How heavy is it?
ROMANA: Er, five times ten to the six kilos in your gravity.
TYLOS: Deciders' talk.
KEARA: When Mistfall comes, the giants leave the swamp.
VARSH: The marshmen.
TYLOS: You're trying to scare us. Are you suggesting the marshmen
carried this thing?
ROMANA: Let's have a look.
(But the scanner is still telling lies.)
VARSH: That's not Alzarius.
ROMANA: No, its still Gallifrey. If the Doctor's theory's right, we'll
need a local image translator to see what's out there.
ADRIC: Or we could just look out through the door.
(Romana peeks out of the Tardis to see they are in a cave full of
MAN [OC]: Maintenance unit nine to level seven in
section thirteen. Maintenance unit nine to level seven in section
(The Doctor avoids the maintenance crew, then stops. The marshman ducks
back out of sight. The Doctor finds the knife on the floor and takes
MAN [OC]: Peripheral maintenance units seventeen and twenty two to
(The Doctor ducks back to avoid a group who have just finished working
on a panel at a junction.)
MAN [OC]: Peripheral maintenance units seventeen and twenty two to
(The Doctor passes another panel with Keep Clear on it. Elsewhere, the
marshman is spotted.)
OMRIL: A creature from the marsh. Shush.
(But it is trapped between two groups of people and starts screaming.)
OMRIL: Get back.
(The Doctor arrives.)
DOCTOR: Gently, gently. Can't you see it's terrified?
OMRIL: What do you mean it's. Who are you?
DOCTOR: A visitor.
OMRIL: But how did you? You unsealed the entrance.
DOCTOR: Yes, but I sealed it up again. I try to leave things as they
are. Shush. Come on, come on. You're all right. Come on. Everything's
going to be all right. You're quite safe with me.
(The man hits the Doctor with his work tool. The marshman turns to run
but the men grab it.)
[Great Book Room]
(The room is dark.)
OMRIL: Intruders, Decider. This one unsealed the entrance.
(The marshman is draggged in, in a net, screaming.)
GARIF: That creature! A marsh creature!
OMRIL: It's docile. Totally harmless.
GARIF: We've waited a long time to examine one of these. Take it to
DOCTOR: No, no, no, no, no, no. Leave it alone. Leave it alone. Shush,
(The Deciders each step into spotlights.)
NEFRED: I am Nefred.
GARIF: I am Garif.
LOGIN: I am Login.
DOCTOR: And I am the Doctor.
NEFRED: We have questions to put to you.
(The marshmen are battering the outside of the
Tardis with sticks when K9 finally catches up. Romana peeks out when
the battering stops.)
K9: Do not be afraid. I am non-hostile. Operating in data acquisition
mode. Explain your
(A marshman knocks K9's head off.)
ROMANA: Oh! K9.
ADRIC: That was your computer?
ROMANA: Yes. Oh, he can be repaired. In fact, we always seem to be
VARSH: Senseless creatures!
ROMANA: I don't think so. They're adapting very fast. That's
TYLOS: Intelligent? Trying to kill us?
ROMANA: But they probably don't even know there's anyone in here. To
them the Tardis is just a big boulder.
KEARA: Why did they choose this cave?
VARSH: Yes, why our cave?
ROMANA: Why did you choose this cave?
VARSH: To keep an eye on the Starliner, of course.
KEARA: It looks straight down into the valley.
ROMANA: Of course.
ADRIC: The momentum.
ADRIC: If the Tardis is as heavy as you say
VARSH: What is it? What momentum?
ROMANA: Accelerating down the slope. How far, Adric?
ADRIC: Five thousand metres.
ROMANA: Phew. I think we're about to become a battering ram to smash in
[Great Book Room]
NEFRED: You witnessed the death of Decider Draith?
DOCTOR: Look, I'm sure this ceremonial's all terribly impressive
GARIF: Please answer the questions, Doctor.
LOGIN: Decider Draith.
DOCTOR: Well, Decider Draith was dragged into the swamp. What have the
marshmen got against you?
GARIF: We're investigating that question.
NEFRED: They seem to resent our presence as aliens.
DOCTOR: Why can't people be nice to one another, just for a change. I
mean, I'm an alien, and you don't want to drag me into a swamp, do you.
GARIF: How do you know this about Decider Draith if you did not witness
DOCTOR: Well, I have a very reliable eyewitness, and then when I went
to the scene of the crime
LOGIN: You went to the marsh?
LOGIN: But the mists. How could you breathe?
DOCTOR: Well, an odd smell, I agree, but definitely non-toxic.
LOGIN: Clearly the witness is lying. The manuals say the mists are
GARIF: Not necessarily.
LOGIN: Not necessarily?
NEFRED: As First Decider, I am now Keeper of the System Files.
GARIF: The truth is known to Nefred. We must simply accept the
NEFRED: It is fitting that the citizens believe the mists are
GARIF: It stops them from straying when Mistfall comes.
LOGIN: But if that is so
NEFRED: It is for the good of the community.
LOGIN: My daughter may still be alive.
NEFRED: Citizen Dexeter, you have examined the marsh child?
DEXETER: The specimen is useless. Nothing. No aggression, none of the
characteristic traits. Useless.
DOCTOR: Oh, come on. Depends on your point of view.
DEXETER: I'm speaking scientifically.
DOCTOR: So am I.
DEXETER: You're a scientist?
DOCTOR: Nice to meet you. Useless, you say? Listen, would you care for
a second opinion?
ADRIC: You can't take off from inside a cave.
ROMANA: Well, I'd explain but I don't think even your maths is good
enough. I'm shutting the door.
KEARA: Wait! They're leaving!
(Romana comes out of the Tardis. There are some
very large arachnids with three glowing eyes and two long fangs
ROMANA: So that's what frightened the marshmen off.
(A river fruit bursts open and another one comes out of it.)
TYLOS: More of them! Look!
ROMANA: They're only spiders.
(The Outlers run iside the Tardis.)
ROMANA: They're only spiders.
KEARA: The door! Shut the door!
(Varsh presses a random button as Adric gets into the Tardis.)
(The door closes.)
ADRIC: What are you doing? Romana's out there! Open the door!
(Adric presses another button and the time rotor starts going up and
down. The Tardis dematerialises, leaving Romana and the headless K9 in
ADRIC: I think I've pulled the wrong lever.
(Back in the cave, Romana picks up a fruit to throw at the advancing
spiders. It bursts open, and its occupant bites her on the cheek. She
TYLOS: What's happening?
ADRIC: I don't know. I think we're travelling.
(The marsh child is on an examination table,
covered mostly by a blanket.)
DOCTOR: What have you done to it?
DEXETER: A little anaesthetic. I'm trying to research the
psychodynamics of these creatures. Their motivation to attack us is
DOCTOR: It is?
DEXETER: It's well documented. Of course, I've never seen one before,
but it's in the manuals.
DOCTOR: Well, it wasn't aggressive when I met it. Anyway, it's only a
DEXETER: They have the same basic brain type.
(The Doctor uncovers its arm.)
DOCTOR: Dexeter, that's not psychodynamics. You've been taking tissue
DEXETER: A scientist is responsible to the community, Doctor. Each of
us has his task to perform.
DOCTOR: I don't understand your tasks.
DEXETER: What do you mean?
DOCTOR: Well, you're all so busy. Maintenance crews everywhere. What
are you up to?
DEXETER: Preparing for the Embarkation, of course.
DOCTOR: Of course. Are you leaving Alzarius?
DEXETER: Yes. All our endeavours are directed toward the return to
DOCTOR: Then if you're leaving the planet, why all the fuss about the
DEXETER: Take a look at that tissue sample. Remarkable, isn't it,
Doctor? The organisation of the cell structure.
DOCTOR: Well, that's life, Dexeter.
DEXETER: There are anomalies unaccounted for by the Deciders.
DOCTOR: There are? Look, isn't it time we were getting it back to its
DEXETER: It's too late for that, Doctor.
DOCTOR: Come to think of it, it's about time I got back to my own
natural habitat. Haven't seen a blue box with a light on top, have you?
DOCTOR: It's called a Tardis. It must be out there somewhere.
DEXETER: It's impossible to leave the Starliner. The doors are sealed.
DOCTOR: Oh, I think I can organise something.
LOGIN: What did you have in mind, Doctor?
DOCTOR: Oh, it was just a hypothetical idea.
LOGIN: Your entry was more than a hypothesis. Perhaps our security
system is not all the manuals claim.
DOCTOR: You can't always go by the manuals.
LOGIN: Without the store of knowledge in the Great Book Room, we would
not have survived. Doctor, please show me how you gained access.
KEARA: Varsh, do something.
TYLOS: You're the clever one, Adric. Where are we going?
ADRIC: How should I know? Romana set the coordinates, not me.
(Romana currently has a whole group of spiders sitting on her, and the
marshmen have gathered branches for cudgels as they make their way
through the forest.)
MAN [OC]: Maintenance unit twelve, report your
DOCTOR: Can resist a sonic screwdriver, especially in expert hands.
LOGIN: Any method of entering the Starliner is of grave concern.
(They come across a maintenance group. The Doctor takes a unit from one
DOCTOR: Excuse me. Oh, what a pity. I thought it was an image
translator. I need one for my ship.
(He gives the unit back.)
DOCTOR: Tell me, Decider Login, why are your maintenance men removing a
perfectly good optronics circuit? Tell me that.
(They walk on through the corridors.)
LOGIN: I know nothing about these matters myself, but the manuals are
thorough in their requirements.
DOCTOR: At this rate, the preparations could take years to complete.
LOGIN: Oh, generations, Doctor. We've no illusions about that.
LOGIN: Well, there's always something that needs to be perfected. A
little patience goes a long way.
DOCTOR: Yes, but too much patience goes absolutely nowhere.
LOGIN: You spoke of some vehicle you travel in.
DOCTOR: Yes, I have got a vehicle and I'm feeling rather lost without
LOGIN: I can help you to find it.
DOCTOR: Really? Why would you do a thing like that?
LOGIN: I have a daughter.
MAN [OC]: Attention, Citizen Dampier, report to coordinator
LOGIN: Help me find my daughter, I'll help you
find your ship.
DOCTOR: All right.
LOGIN: Unseal the entrance.
OMRIL: But the decision was made to keep the entrance sealed.
LOGIN: Decisions can be changed.
(A familiar sound fills the air. The Doctor gets his head out of the
way as the Tardis materialises.)
LOGIN: Good heavens! What is it?
DOCTOR: Good heavens! It's Romana! Romana?
(The Doctor knocks on the Tardis door.)
LOGIN: Keara! You're safe!
(Tylos comes out and is grabbed by security.)
(Varsh comes out and is also arrested.)
DOCTOR: Romana? Adric! What is this, Noah's ark? Where's Romana?
ADRIC: She's not here.
DOCTOR: Where is she, then?
ADRIC: Back at the cave.
(The Doctor enters the Tardis, pushing Adric in with him.)
DOCTOR [OC]: What cave? Never mind!
LOGIN: Keara, you're alive.
DOCTOR: These short trips don't usually work. And
the chances of reversing a short trip are even more remote. Still,
here's hopping. Would you cross your fingers?
(Adric crosses his index fingers to ward off evil.)
DOCTOR: No, no. Not like that.
(A T symbol.)
(The Doctor demonstrates, and Adric copies him.)
DOCTOR: Very good.
LOGIN: There'll have to be an inquiry, but at
least you're alive.
(The Tardis dematerialises.)
(Romana is sitting up now.)
DOCTOR: Romana, are you all right?
DOCTOR: Giant crab spiders.
DOCTOR: You collect K9 together.
ADRIC: There's a dead spider.
DOCTOR: Collect that one, too. Are you sure you're all right, Romana?
ROMANA: I'm fine. Who are you?
DEXETER: Of course, it should be full grown for my
NEFRED: But this one will do?
DEXETER: We do need a better specimen.
GARIF: We're lucky to have this one, aren't we, Nefred? The Doctor
regards it as suitable. He seems very wise.
DEXETER: I'm prepared to consider his theories.
NEFRED: Dexeter, what exactly do you hope to learn?
DEXETER: The nature of these creatures. We're afraid of them, we
retreat from their presence, and yet we know nothing about them.
NEFRED: You know nothing.
DEXETER: I was forgetting, Decider. I understood from Decider Draith
that these creatures were mentioned in the System Files. But if we
could put that secret knowledge of yours beside what I can discover, we
GARIF: What is it, Nefred?
NEFRED: Dexeter, your experiments will be secret.
DEXETER: Of course, Decider, if you so advise.
NEFRED: Garif, we must confer on this matter. Meanwhile, please
postpone the examination.
DEXETER: The creature is no use at all under anaesthetic. The revival
will take about an hour.
NEFRED: We will return before then.
(The Doctor sets the Tardis in flight and leaves
the console room. Romana is lying on her bed with Adric in attendance.)
DOCTOR: She's still alive. Some kind of coma. Did you find K9's head?
ADRIC: No, it wasn't in the cave.
DOCTOR: No, it's not a toxin. It must be something in those spider
bites, some kind of psychochemical.
ADRIC: How long will it last?
DOCTOR: How do I know? Let's get back to the science unit. I want to
put some of that spider tissue under the microscope.
[Great Book Room]
OMRIL: Wait here. The Deciders are in conference.
KEARA: About us?
OMRIL: They have other matters on their minds. You'll have to have
OMRIL: It's a virtue, they say. But I don't suppose that would appeal
to stealers of river fruit.
TYLOS: What are they going to do? Is it a trial?
KEARA: An inquiry, my father said.
TYLOS: What difference does it make? Are they going to kill us?
VARSH: Of course not. It's a ploy, just psychological.
TYLOS: That's what you said about Mistfall.
DEXETER: The creature will soon be ready for the
experiment, if the Deciders permit.
GARIF: The First Decider has explained something of the position to us.
LOGIN: In the past, these creatures were regarded with superstitious
awe, figures symbolising the whole of life on this planet.
GARIF: And as such, their origins were not to be looked into.
DEXETER: A wall of deliberate ignorance.
GARIF: Oh, we agree. The First Decider has given his permission for the
experiments to proceed.
GARIF: On one condition.
LOGIN: That we supervise.
GARIF: And there is to be complete secrecy. Do you understand?
[Great Book Room]
(Nefred is on the upper tier, reading, as the
Outlers confer down below surrounded by security.)
VARSH: Adric should be here.
KEARA: You're very loyal to him.
VARSH: I'm all he's got.
KEARA: Poor thing.
VARSH: You've got a father.
OMRIL: Quiet. The Deciders are coming.
(Login and Garif enter.)
KEARA: Now my father's a Decider, I'm an orphan too.
NEFRED: When the Starliner crashed upon this planet, our ancestors
vowed that their one endeavour would be to repair the ship and to
return to Terradon.
GARIF: Each generation has renewed that vow.
NEFRED: The work is continuous on your behalf. Isn't that right,
LOGIN: Yes. On behalf of us all.
GARIF: Then what is to be done, Decider Login, with those that betray
that vow, betray that work?
LOGIN: I have talked to them. They are children.
NEFRED: Very well. Do these children now understand what we're doing
GARIF: And do they now understand the warning against Mistfall?
NEFRED: And the supremacy of the community?
LOGIN: I believe they do.
GARIF: Then let them rejoin the preparation.
NEFRED: There is no punishment.
(The Tardis materialises.)
DOCTOR [OC]: Stop worrying, Adric. Romana will be perfectly all right
(The Doctor and Adric come out of the Tardis.)
MAN [OC]: Maintenance unit one five briefing area two.
(The Doctor speaks to the maintenance team nearby.)
DOCTOR: That's very good. Very good.
DEXETER: The anaesthetic has worn off and the
creature is now fully sentient.
[Great Book Room]
DEXETER [on screen] I'm about to begin a surgical
examination of its brain.
(The Doctor and Adric burst in.)
DEXETER [on screen]: Doctor, you're just in time to see my theories put
to the test.
DOCTOR [on screen]: Dexeter, you promised you
wouldn't harm that marsh creature.
DEXETER: Without a scientific understanding of these creatures, we are
doomed to fear them forever.
DOCTOR [on screen]: That's not scientific understanding, its
(The marsh child opens its eyes, and so does Romana, brightly coloured
veins showing in her skin.)
DEXETER: I repeat. I am beginning surgery.
(Romana screams as the scalpel slices into the marsh child's scalp.)
DOCTOR: Dexeter, please stop! You've no right. Please!
(The marsh child struggles against its restraints. In the Book Room,
the Deciders and the Doctor watch it break free and strangle Dexeter
before smashing up the lab. Then it sees the Doctor on the screen and
reaches for him.)
[Great Book Room]
DOCTOR: No, no, no. Don't! Don't! No!
(The marsh child breaks the screen. The explosion on its side kills
NEFRED: Take away the bodies.
DOCTOR: Adric, go back to the Tardis and wait with Romana.
DOCTOR: You Deciders allowed this to happen.
GARIF: The marsh creatures are mindless brutes. Animals!
DOCTOR: Yes. Easy enough to destroy. Have you ever tried creating one?
NEFRED: We were within our rights.
GARIF: One might argue that Dexeter was overzealous.
DOCTOR: Not an alibi, Deciders! You three are supposed to be leaders.
GARIF: Certainly we are. Though, of course, Nefred is, er, is now First
DOCTOR: Then Nefred is responsible.
NEFRED: For the community, yes.
DOCTOR: No, no! Perhaps they haven't let you in on the secret, Login.
Shall I tell him, gentlemen?
DOCTOR: Yes! And the fraud of perpetual movement. The endless tasks
going round and round. The same old components being removed and
LOGIN: No, Doctor, that's too harsh. The preparations are necessary.
DOCTOR: Preparations? For what? This Starliner isn't going anywhere.
LOGIN: Well, the manuals promise us a journey to Terradon.
GARIF: Yes, but it must be made ready first.
DOCTOR: Ready? It's been made ready for centuries. Look.
(The Doctor pulls a a pile of large files from the middle of the
library 'shelves' to reveal a control panel.)
DOCTOR: This ship could take off in half an hour if you had a mind to
(Login leaves the Deciders and joins the Doctor.)
LOGIN: Is that true?
NEFRED: You accuse us of willful procrastination?
DOCTOR: Yes! The willful procrastination of endless procedure. You want
to hold onto the old order.
NEFRED: You understand a great deal, Doctor.
NEFRED: But not everything.
DOCTOR: That's certainly true.
NEFRED: You're standing in the Great Book Room. These galleries contain
manuals on the repair and maintenance of every single item on this
GARIF: Everything is listed, down to the smallest rivet.
NEFRED: Thanks to the manuals that have been passed down, we can take
the Starliner apart and put it together again perfectly.
GARIF: Though there is one thing we can't do, Doctor.
GARIF: One secret our ancestors kept for themselves.
DOCTOR: What's that?
NEFRED: Nobody knows how to pilot this ship.
(The former Outlers are taken to a junction to
replace a unit in it. Keara holds out the instruction manual while
Varsh does the work.)
MAN [OC]: Unit leader Dyvo to the auxiliary power section immediately.
Unit leader Dyvo to the auxiliary power section immediately.
(They move on to the next one.)
MAN [OC]: Additional maintenance units required by air purification
control. Additional maintenance units required by air purification
(The dead spider is being dissected.)
LOGIN: The spiders only appear at Mistfall. No one's ever analysed one
(The Doctor puts some of its innards under the microscope.)
DOCTOR: Oh, yes. Leucine, isoleucine, methionine. Hmm. Usual complement
of amino acids. That's, that's odd. I've seen that cell shape somewhere
before. What about Mistfall itself? Has anyone ever analysed that?
LOGIN: Yes, but the secret is only known to the Deciders.
DOCTOR: What? Well, so now you know.
LOGIN: I do, but the information is privileged.
DOCTOR: Oh. Oh.
LOGIN: Doctor, every fifty years or so, another planet takes Alzarius
away from its sun. The cooling process, it's inevitable.
DOCTOR: Yes. The mists. And then the high nitrogen content in the
DOCTOR: So it's difficult to judge not knowing the norm on this planet.
We need some tissue samples from Dexeter and the marsh child. Well, of
course. Now, what did Dexeter do with that slide?
(Adric bursts in.)
DOCTOR: Not now, Adric, not now!
ADRIC: Doctor, its Romana.
DOCTOR: What about Romana?
ADRIC: She's gone!
DOCTOR: What? What?
(The place is a tip.)
DOCTOR: Marshmen. In my Tardis? Come on, let's find Romana.
(Adric stops to pick up the boater Romana wore in Shada.)
DOCTOR [OC]: Come on!
(The Doctor picks up a piece of fabric lying on the
floor. He goes down a corridor and collects another piece.)
ADRIC: What's that?
DOCTOR: It's the other half of my waistcoat. What's that?
(Adric picks up a piece of equipment.)
ADRIC: Image translator.
ADRIC: It's broken.
DOCTOR: Right. No more pictures of Gallifrey, then. Come on.
(Down in the bowels of the Starliner, Romana arrives at a hatch
labelled - Emergency escape to be used only when ship has achieved
planetfall. Romana opens it, and lets the marshmen onto the Starliner.)
MAN [OC]: Security alert. Number one emergency
hatch has been opened. Number one emergency hatch has been opened. Security alert. Number two emergency hatch has been opened.
VARSH: Marsh men!
DOCTOR: You know, she could be anywhere. There
must be a better way of doing it than this. We've come full circle. You
know what I think
ADRIC: That's what the Decider said.
ADRIC: In the marsh.
DOCTOR: Really? What did he say? Exactly what did he say?
ADRIC: Tell Dexeter we've come full circle.
DOCTOR: Tell Dexeter we've come full circle. How's your knee, by the
ADRIC: That was hours ago.
DOCTOR: That was quick.
ADRIC: Old people take a bit longer, of course. Sometimes a whole day.
DOCTOR: Really? Rapid cellular adaptation; that settles it.
ADRIC: Settles what?
DOCTOR: We're going back to the science unit. Come on!
MAN [OC]: All
citizens remain in their quarters. All citizens remain in their
quarters. Starliner has been boarded by
VARSH: Marsh men. We've got to go back for Tylos.
DOCTOR: No, no, no! Run and get away. Take her in the science unit.
ADRIC: But we must
DOCTOR: In the science unit.
[Great Book Room]
LOGIN: How did they get in? The entrances are
GARIF: Well, if that's right, what if the doctor betrayed us?
NEFRED: I don't think so. He's already demonstrated his great wisdom.
He's not a man to side with chaos.
GARIF: Nevertheless, chaos surrounds us. What are we to do?
LOGIN: Yes, what are we to do?
NEFRED: Well, Login, you're a Decider now. What are we to do?
DOCTOR: Tylos? Tylos?
VARSH: We're not helping much in here.
DOCTOR: Look, you've got alien protein in your
brain tissue. I haven't had time to analyze it yet, but I'm sure
effects are probably only temporary. Please, please, don't do that.
Look, this is your problem. Think about it. Psychopathology, huh? Why
are you doing this? Think about it. Look! Look, K9. You remember K9 and
the Tardis. That's nice. Stay by the Tardis. Stay by the Tardis. Stay
by the Tardis.
[Great Book Room]
LOGIN: It might be possible to close this
GARIF: No, it seems as if the marsh creatures are already inside the
LOGIN: The bulkheads, sir?
NEFRED: One recourse, certainly.
LOGIN: Nefred, Garif, we must close these bulkheads and these, and we
must gather the citizens in here at once.
GARIF: Yes, I see the plan has some merit in it.
LOGIN: And we must do it quickly.
NEFRED: We must certainly respond to this crisis on a real time basis,
Decider Login, but appropriately.
GARIF: Decider Nefred is right, Decider Login.
NEFRED: I have been constructing the histories of our relationship with
the marsh men.
GARIF: While a single defense response has a certain appeal, we must
also consider the long-term consequences.
LOGIN: It's not a defensive response.
NEFRED: We need a holistic approach, I think.
GARIF: I wonder if you've had time to consult this manual on the
peripheral unit power supplies.
[Outside the Science unit]
ADRIC: The Doctor told us to stay in there.
VARSH: But we're not doing anything.
KEARA: What can we do?
VARSH: Come on.
[Great Book Room]
NEFRED: That the marsh creatures, though they
rarely speak, are the possessors of intellect.
GARIF: Furthermore, they have amazing powers of adapting to new
NEFRED: Yes, their emergence from the marsh, for instance. Breathing air
through their gills.
GARIF: So you can see the difficulty.
LOGIN: So you're suggesting that we do nothing.
GARIF: Well, nothing too precipitate. Whatever measures we do, they
will adjust to.
LOGIN: And that is your conclusion from all this knowledge, do nothing!
NEFRED: This knowledge and more. The assistant Deciders concur?
GARIF: They do.
NEFRED: Hasty action will only add to the general sense of panic.
DOCTOR: I thought I told you three to stay put.
VARSH: We want to help.
KEARA: Doctor, where's Tylos?
DOCTOR: He's dead.
[Great Book Room]
DOCTOR: Lock that door and barricade it.
DOCTOR: Dexeter's been doing DNA analysis. Adric!
ADRIC: It is what you wanted, isn't it? For the Tardis.
DOCTOR: But it's other people's property. Do you think its right going
around taking other people's property?
DOCTOR: Well, if it works on the TARDIS, it would definitely prove we
were in E-space.
DOCTOR: Yes, the Exo-Space-Time Continuum, outside our own universe. I
suspect that what we came through. Look, do you mind if we do one thing
at a time? Good. Now for a short course in Cytogenetics.
LOGIN: Close the emergency hatch! See that the
bulkheads are each closed on each end of this section.
ADRIC: So you've got spider tissue and the marsh
VARSH: And here's the first slide of batch three.
DOCTOR: Thank you. Oh! Tsk, tsk. Alas, poor Dexeter. Reduced to a
tangle of stained chromosomes.
KEARA: It's ready, doctor.
DOCTOR: Yes. Well, that should put Romana to rights.
NEFRED: Login, Garif, we have procrastinated too
long. If you survive this
NEFRED: Seek out the Doctor. He can teach you to fly the starliner. It
is my wish that you all leave Alzarius.
LOGIN: And return to Terradon? No, we cannot return to Terradon.
GARIF: What if the Doctor shows us how?
NEFRED: We cannot return.
NEFRED: Because we have never been there.
GARIF: Decider Nefred, what are we to do? Tell us. Tell us what to do.
LOGIN: He's already told us what to do. Garif, we must find the Doctor.
DOCTOR: You understand? Avoid all contact. Avoid
all contact. Adric! Adric, the serum!
KEARA: Doctor, look out!
DOCTOR: Quick, the serum!
LOGIN: Where's the Doctor?
ADRIC: Follow us!
KEARA: Suppose it doesn't work?
DOCTOR: If it doesn't work, she's dead. How long's it supposed to be
since the starliner crashed?
KEARA: Forty generations.
DOCTOR: Forty generations. That's a good round figure. Can't be right,
KEARA: Why not?
DOCTOR: Well, evolution goes in quantum leaps, but doesn't go that
KEARA: What are you doing?
DOCTOR: Carrier type comparisons. Yes. Definitely morphological similar
carrier types. Plus the inversions in bands eight to ten might be
significant. I need to establish how long the evolutionary process has
KEARA: From spiders to marsh creatures?
DOCTOR: From spiders to marsh creatures and beyond.
ROMANA [OC]: You could try gel electrophoresis.
DOCTOR: That's a good idea.
VARSH: Don't touch him! Look out! We're all right, go on!
LOGIN: We'll find the doctor, come on!
ADRIC: My cylinder is running out!
VARSH: Leave this to me. Go and get more oxygen!
ADRIC: I can't leave you on your own!
VARSH: Adric, don't argue!
ROMANA: Forty generations? More like four thousand
KEARA: Since the Starliner crashed?
DOCTOR: Yes. The Deciders procrastinated more than we thought.
KEARA: Can I see? How can you tell all that from the marsh creature
DOCTOR: That's not the marsh creature. That's Dexeter.
DOCTOR: That's the marsh creature. And that's the spider.
KEARA: The same cells.
ADRIC: Varsh is trapped!
DOCTOR: Is he dead? Poor Varsh. Have you any more oxygen?
LOGIN: As much as you want. We have an electrolytic power system
DOCTOR: Which will actually make the stuff?
DOCTOR: Splendid. Enough to fill the whole starliner?
LOGIN: Well, I'll see what I can do.
KEARA: He saved our lives. You'd better keep this for him.
(She gives Adric Varsh's plaited belt.)
COMPUTER: Oxygen supply to all areas. Oxygen
supply to all areas. Oxygen supply to all areas.
GARIF: We've got to kill them. Kill them!
DOCTOR: No. No, I think we should let them go.
DOCTOR: Look! They adapted quickly.
GARIF: They'll learn to breath the air.
GARIF: They might break into the ship and wipe out the crew.
DOCTOR: Yes. Still the manuals in the great book room will show them
how to put it all together again.
GARIF: They could learn to read?
DOCTOR: Yes. Just like they did forty thousand generations ago. They're your
LOGIN: Nefred's dying words. That's why we can't return to Terradon.
GARIF: It's horrible!
DOCTOR: Oh, I don't think so. We're all basically primeval slime with
ideas above its station.
GARIF: How can you compare us to those, those things?
DOCTOR: Yes, I see what you mean. I suppose they are adaptive,
GARIF: Login, shut the door. They've gone.
LOGIN: But how long for?
LOGIN: They've learned to get out.
GARIF: Well, quite. Will they learn to come in?
LOGIN: So the first marsh men came to resemble the
original crew of the starliner.
DOCTOR: Yes. The creatures most willing to survive in it.
GARIF: Terradonians. We are not Terradonians.
DOCTOR: I know you're not Terradonians. You're not marsh men either,
are you? Which is what they seem to resent.
GARIF: I'm afraid they'll return. If they re-enter the ship
LOGIN: We must do what Nefred said. Doctor, you must fly the starliner.
You must fly us out of here.
DOCTOR: What? You mean, fly you to Terradon?
LOGIN: Or any other suitable planet.
GARIF: Well, certainly. This is a colony ship. We can program it to
ROMANA: If they stay here, generations of evolution may be wiped out.
LOGIN: Please, Doctor, it's our whole future.
[Great Book Room]
DOCTOR: Stabiliser. Power Fuel.
GARIF: The system files, Doctor.
LOGIN: And this is the flight manual. I've heard of it, but I've never
GARIF: The pages referring to takeoff were damaged in the crash.
DOCTOR: Shhh. Ready? Thrusters 1, 2, 3, 4, and 5.
ROMANA: Ground hold disengage.
DOCTOR: Got it.
ROMANA: Then it's just ignition.
DOCTOR: Which is that button there, gentlemen.
ROMANA: The manual is readable from there on.
DOCTOR: Have a good flight gentleman!
LOGIN: You don't want us to take off on our own?
GARIF: Doctor, come back!
DOCTOR: The green button gentleman!
GARIF: Such a momentous decision!
LOGIN: We must do what Nefred said.
GARIF: I see his point, but on the other hand
LOGIN: Garif, we must live up to our names. We must make this decision
GARIF: But you will agree. It does require some thought.
DOCTOR: They asked me to stay on you know, become
ROMANA: You, a Decider?
DOCTOR: Yes. I decided not too.
ROMANA: Doctor, what did happen while I was unconscious?
DOCTOR: Oh, Adric and I were too busy to think about you.
ROMANA: Hmm. Adric's left us a present.
DOCTOR: Really? An Image Translator! Loot! He stole that. Still It
might come in useful.
ROMANA: It works!
DOCTOR: Yes unfortunately.
ROMANA: Negative coordinates.
DOCTOR: Yes that settles it. We're out of our own time and space,
DOCTOR: Yes. What I think we came through was a Charged Vacuum
ROMANA: A CVE.
DOCTOR Hmmm. One of the rarest Space-Time events in the universe.
ROMANA: Doctor, look. The Starliner is taking off.
DOCTOR: Well, they made a decision.
ROMANA: And we're trapped. Unless we can find another CVE.