(It is evening. In a grand old house complete with
tapestries on the wall and long case clock ticking away the decades, a
UNIT soldier stands guard. An efficient middle-aged woman speaks to
PAGET: You will be sure that nobody disturbs him, won't you?
(Miss Paget goes up the stairs.)
(Sir Reginald Styles, a silver-haired man, sits at
his desk, writing with a proper fountain pen and using a blotter. A
breeze blows the curtains and he goes over to discover a man in
camouflage dress with a non-contemporary weapon.)
STYLES: What the?
(The intruder pushes Styles until he is lying across the back of a
STYLES: Ah, no, no! No!
(Just as it seems Styles is about to be shot, there is a strange light
and sound effect, and the intruder vanishes. Miss Paget enters.)
PAGET: Sir Reginald? Are you all right? What happened?
STYLES: He attacked me. Tried to kill me.
PAGET: Who did? What happened?
STYLES: He vanished. Disappeared into thin air, like a ghost.
(The French windows are open.)
(The Brigadier answers the telephone.)
MAN [OC]: Ah. I have the Minister for you.
MINISTER [OC]: Hello?
BRIGADIER: Oh, good. Put him through, will you?
MINISTER [OC]: Hello? Hello?
BRIGADIER: Good morning, Minister.
MINISTER [OC]: I've just been on to Auderly House. I've rather had some
rather disturbing news.
BRIGADIER: Yes. Yes, I've seen the report from Miss er, Miss Paget. It
doesn't seem to be very much to go on.
MINISTER [OC]: I don't need to tell you how critical the situation is.
BRIGADIER: Yes, Minister. I'm very well aware of Sir Reginald's
importance in these negotiations.
MINISTER [OC]: Then you're proposing to do nothing about it.
BRIGADIER: No, Minister. I do not propose to ignore the matter. I'm
putting my best man onto it. As a matter of fact, I was just about to
brief him when you rang.
(The Doctor has the Tardis console in the room and
is working on the dematerialisation circuit, as usual.)
JO: Doctor, why don't you take a break?
DOCTOR: It's maddening, you know. So nearly there. If I could only cut
out their override on the dematerialisation circuit. Let me see those
JO: Doctor? I thought the Tardis was working again.
DOCTOR: What gave you that idea?
JO: Oh, being dragged off to an alien planet five hundred years in the
future, for example. Oh, you know, all that business with the miners
and the colonists.
DOCTOR: My dear Jo, the Tardis was being operated then under remote
control by the High Council of the Time Lords.
JO: Well, if it worked for them.
DOCTOR: I don't want it to work for them. I want it to work for me. No
one's going to turn me into an interplanetary puppet. Yes, of course.
Why didn't I think of that before?
(The Doctor goes underneath the console. A moment later the doors to
the lab open and a second Doctor and Jo are standing there.)
DOCTOR 2: Yes, of course, I remember now. Look, don't worry, my dear. I
know you're alarmed but you needn't be.
DOCTOR: Yes, well I think that should do it. Why on Earth I never
(Then the Doctor sees himself standing there.)
DOCTOR: Oh, no. What are you doing here?
DOCTOR 2: Well, I'm not here. Don't worry. Well, that is, in a sense I
am here, but you are not there. Yes, well, it's a bit difficult to
DOCTOR: This won't do at all. We can't have two of us running about.
DOCTOR 2: Yes, well don't worry. It will all sort itself
(Flash, bang from the console and the duplicates vanish.)
JO: Doctor? What happened?
DOCTOR: Well, it's a very complicated thing, time, Jo. Once you've
begun tampering with it, the oddest things start happening.
JO: But there was another you and another me. Well, where've they gone?
DOCTOR: Back into their own time stream, of course. Or do I mean
JO: But, Doctor, I don't understand.
DOCTOR: Look, Jo, don't worry about it. It was a freak affect. It's
very unlikely to happen again. Hold that and give me those papers.
(The Brigadier enters.)
BRIGADIER: Ah, Doctor. Glad you're still here. I need your help.
DOCTOR: Sorry, Brigadier. I'm busy.
BRIGADIER: Yeah, so am I, Doctor, so am I. Now then, you've heard of
Sir Reginald Styles?
DOCTOR: No, can't say that I have.
JO: Well, isn't he the chief representative at the UN?
BRIGADIER: That's right. Key figure at the latest summit conference.
DOCTOR: My dear chap, I'm a scientist, not a politician.
BRIGADIER: You know, Doctor, if you didn't spend so much time tinkering
around with this wretched contraption, you'd realise just how bad the
international situation's become.
DOCTOR: Humans are always squabbling over something, Brigadier.
BRIGADIER: Yes, well, this particular squabble looks like ending up in
a third world war. The Chinese delegation have refused to attend.
Without them, the conference can't even begin. Now Styles is flying to
Peking in a few hours. There's just a chance that he can persuade them
to change their minds.
DOCTOR: All right, Brigadier. So what's his problem?
BRIGADIER: Well, he was working late last night, down at Auderly.
JO: Where's that?
BRIGADIER: Auderly, Miss Grant, is a Government owned country house
about fifty miles north of London where the conference is due to be
BRIGADIER: He suddenly started behaving rather oddly. Seemed to think
that someone was trying to assassinate him.
DOCTOR: Any idea who?
BRIGADIER: Some sort of ghost, apparently.
(The peace of the lawns near the house is
disturbed by the light and sound effect of the previous night, which
this time deposits a man in the middle of the meadow. He runs for
cover, looks towards the house then flees as a strange sound starts up.
- note, this is Dropmore House in Buckinghamshire, which was almost
destroyed by fires twice in the 1990s. He runs along a path to a
railway bridge over a canal. Suddenly a large grey-skinned alien with
heavy brows and jaw knocks him down the slope. The alien and his
companion walk down the slope, see that the man is unconscious, then go
into a tunnel under the bridge.)
PAGET: He said somebody attacked him and vanished.
DOCTOR: And you're absolutely certain that he used the word ghost?
PAGET: Oh yes. But afterwards he
STYLES: Miss Paget. What's going on here?
PAGET: These people are from UNIT, sir.
STYLES: Who asked them to come here?
PAGET: I did, because of what happened yesterday.
STYLES: Nothing happened yesterday.
BRIGADIER: There seems to have been some sort of incident, Sir
STYLES: Nothing of any importance.
JO: Well, if you could tell us what happened?
STYLES: I was working late. I must have dropped off. Freak gust of wind
blew some papers off my desk. I woke up rather confused. I was picking
up the papers when Miss Paget came in.
BRIGADIER: But you did mention ghosts.
STYLES: Did I? Must have been having a nightmare.
PAGET: But the French windows were shut. I closed them before I went to
STYLES: Then I must have opened them.
DOCTOR: Did you also make those marks on the floor over there? Muddy
feet, Sir Reginald. Someone was in here, you know.
STYLES: Are you accusing me of lying, sir?
BRIGADIER: Sir Reginald, you've obviously been under considerable
strain recently. Were you feeling at all unwell last night?
STYLES: I felt, and feel, perfectly well. Now, if you'll excuse me,
I've a lot to do. I'm due at the airport in an hour.
BRIGADIER: You've no objection to my men searching the grounds?
STYLES: None at all. Though I really don't know what you hope to find.
(Soldiers, the Doctor and the Brigadier are
combing the grounds thoroughly, and two are looking over the bridge to
the canal. The unconscious man is spotted.)
SOLDIER: He's over here!
(Benton, the Doctor, the Brigadier and Yates go along the towpath to
DOCTOR: Oh, he's in a bad way, poor chap. You'd better get him to the
BRIGADIER: Captain Yates.
YATES: Right away, sir.
(Yates leaves. The Brigadier picks up the man's strange weapon.)
BRIGADIER: It's a new one on me. What do you make of it, Doctor?
DOCTOR: I'm not sure.
(Benton returns with a case on a strap.)
BRIGADIER: What've you got there, Benton?
BENTON: I've no idea, sir. It was hidden about fifty feet inside the
tunnel. Must have been put there recently, I reckon.
(The case is full of circuitry.)
(A man in a green high necked suit sits in a
padded wrap-around chair like a cross between Ernst Stavro Blofeld and
Number Two. He is played by Aubrey Woods doing a
good Charles Gray imitation. The decor of the room is also mainly
green, with young women sitting at various consoles. The big grey
aliens - Ogrons - enter.)
CONTROLLER: Your report?
(The Ogrons speak slowly, with a mouth full of large teeth.
Klingonesque in a way.)
OGRON: We found and destroyed the enemy.
CONTROLLER: Any complications?
OGRON: No complications.
CONTROLLER: Good. They will be satisfied. I did not say dismiss. I want
an intensified effort. There can be no relaxation. Not until we have
found all those responsible for this menace and eliminated them too.
Now you may go. Keep me informed of all developments.
(Styles enters, and looks shocked at the sight of
the strange weapon.)
BRIGADIER: Have you seen this before?
STYLES: Really, Brigadier. What sort of games are you playing?
BRIGADIER: It's not a game, sir. It's our duty to protect you.
STYLES: I don't need your protection.
DOCTOR: Sir Reginald, we've just found a very severely injured man down
by the canal tunnel.
STYLES: Oh really? And what did he look like?
BRIGADIER: Thirty five-ish, average build. He was wearing a sort of
guerilla combat suit.
DOCTOR: And carrying that gun.
STYLES: I am very sorry, gentlemen, but I have rather more important
things on my mind at the moment. If you'll excuse me.
BRIGADIER: I'll arrange an escort to take you to the airport, sir.
STYLES: Thank you, but it shouldn't be necessary.
BRIGADIER: I'm sorry, sir, but I think it will.
STYLES: Oh, if you insist.
DOCTOR: I'd like to get that gun down to the laboratory and run a few
tests on it.
BRIGADIER: Anything else we can do?
DOCTOR: No, not for the moment. I think we'll just have to sit and wait
and hope that our would-be assassin regains consciousness.
YATES: And stay with him every moment, Benton.
Take down anything he says. Anything at all.
BENTON: Leave it to me, sir.
(The weapon has been set up in front of a firing
DOCTOR: Well, basically it's a form of ultra-sonic disintegrator.
JO: You mean a ray gun?
DOCTOR: That's right, Jo, I mean a ray gun. Only it's far more
sophisticated than any weapon yet invented on Earth. Now take a look at
(The Doctor fires the weapon. The target vanishes in a flash of white
DOCTOR: Quite an effective little weapon, eh?
BRIGADIER: Doctor, you say this wasn't made on Earth. Do you mean it
comes from another planet?
DOCTOR: Well, that was my theory at first, yes, but the metallurgical
analysis shows that the iron constituent is very much of this world. In
fact, it was mined not very far from here. North Wales.
BRIGADIER: How do you explain that?
DOCTOR: Do you believe in ghosts, Brigadier?
BRIGADIER: Let's be serious, Doctor.
DOCTOR: I am.
BRIGADIER: Oh, come along, Doctor, come along.
DOCTOR: Oh, my mistake. I was forgetting the unimaginative nature of
the military mind. But we saw a couple of amicas seperatas a few
moments ago, didn't we, Jo?
JO: Did we?
DOCTOR: Yes, here in this laboratory.
JO: Oh, you mean when we
DOCTOR: Mind you, they were manifestations of a much more benevolent
kind. None of your clanking chains and chilly fingers, but ghosts, none
JO: That was because you were playing around with the time mechanism on
the Tardis, wasn't it?
BRIGADIER: Still can't get it to work, eh?
(The Doctor picks up the case the soldiers found.)
DOCTOR: Well, I can't get this thing to work, either. But this is a
form of time machine, of a very crude kind.
JO: How do you know?
DOCTOR: Come over here. Look at this. Now what do you think that is?
JO: It's a mini-dematerialisation circuit.
DOCTOR: Top of the class, Jo. Now then, pop this in here, like that.
(He puts the little circuit into an inset in the case.)
DOCTOR: Now, as far as I can gather, when you push this button, it
(The light display starts.)
DOCTOR: Good grief! It's working!
(And in the ambulance, the patient vanishes from under Benton's actual
CONTROLLER: What is it?
TECHNICIAN: Time transmitter in operation, sir. Twentieth century zone.
CONTROLLER: Can you fix the space-time coordinates?
TECHNICIAN: I'm trying, sir, but it's very faint and erratic.
JO: Do be careful, Doctor.
DOCTOR: All right, Jo, all right.
TECHNICIAN: No good, sir. There was a transference, I think, but the
machine's cut out completely.
CONTROLLER: Continue scanning. And next time you had better be more
(The Controller looks at a large, golden, perpetually annoyed
(The case has stopped working.)
DOCTOR: Well, the thing's completely dead now.
JO: But it was working.
DOCTOR: Yes, it started to work. Oh, I see, yes. Yes, the temporal
feedback circuit has overloaded.
BRIGADIER: The what's done what?
DOCTOR: In your terms, Brigadier, the thing's blown a fuse.
(The intercom buzzes.)
BRIGADIER: Lethbridge Stewart? Yes, Sergeant. Really. You're sure? Yes,
I see. All right, Sergeant, you'd better report back to Captain Yates.
Goodbye. That was Benton. He was in the ambulance with the man we
BRIGADIER: Well, according to him, that man just vanished. Faded away
like a ghost.
JO: Oh, no.
BRIGADIER: Well, Doctor, what now?
DOCTOR: Well, everything that happens seems to centre round Styles'
DOCTOR: And whoever tried to harm him will probably try again. Jo, how
would you like to spend the night in a haunted house?
(Jo shuts the French windows, locking out the
night. The Doctor enters with a tray, carrying a bottle and two
glasses, and a cheese board.)
DOCTOR: You know, one thing you can be certain of with politicians, is
that whatever their political ideas, they always keep a well-stocked
larder. Not to mention the cellar.
JO: Doctor, ought you just to help yourself like that?
DOCTOR: Well, you heard what Miss Paget said, Jo. We were to treat the
place as our own.
JO: I wish you hadn't sent all the servants away.
DOCTOR: That's common sense. You can't expect a ghost to walk in a
house full of people, can you? Come on, tuck in.
JO: Well, I'm not really hungry, thank you, Doctor.
DOCTOR: Well, you ought to eat something, you know. This is likely to
be a very long night.
(Jo jumps as a bell chimes.)
JO: What's that?
DOCTOR: It's a clock chiming. I say, you really ought to try this
gorgonzola cheese. It's absolutely delicious.
(A bunch of squaddies run along the gravel path.)
(Yates is reporting in on a Land Rover's R/T.)
YATES: Hello? Hello? Greyhound to Trap One. Greyhound to Trap One. How
do you read me? Over.
BENTON: All the lads are in position, sir.
YATES: Thank you, Benton. Quiet so far?
BENTON: Like a morgue.
(The strange light starts to pulse out of the tunnel under the railway
(The Doctor has moved on from the cheese to the
DOCTOR: Yes. Yes, that's a most good humoured wine. A touch sardonic
perhaps, but not cynical. Yes, a most civilised wine. One after my own
(Jo leaves the study and starts to go up the
stairs when someone enters.)
BENTON: Everything all right, miss?
JO: It was until you came along. You took years off my life creeping
about like that.
BENTON: Well, I didn't want to disturb the Doc. What's he up to?
JO: Well, at the moment, he's carrying on rather like a one man food
and wine society.
BENTON: Oh, talking of food, you, er, you couldn't get us a bite to
eat, could you, miss? I'm famished.
JO: Hang on.
(Jo picks up the plate of cheeses and the second
glass of wine.)
JO: All in a good cause.
BENTON: Ah, you've saved my life.
(But before he can even cut into a piece of cheese.)
YATES [OC]: Sergeant Benton!
BENTON: Sir! (sotto) No.
YATES: Just what do you think you're up to, Benton?
BENTON: I was just checking, sir.
YATES: Yes, well I want you to go and check on number three patrol.
Move, Sergeant Benton.
YATES: Jo, how thoughtful.
(Yates has a drink of the wine.)
JO: That wasn't very kind of you.
YATES: RHIP, Jo.
YATES: Rank Has Its Privileges. Thank you.
DOCTOR: And what was all that about?
JO: Feeding the troops.
DOCTOR: Oh, quite right. Do you know, I remember saying to old
Napoleon. Boney, I said, always remember an army marches on its
JO: Well, Mike Yates certainly does. Doctor?
JO: You didn't mean what you said to the Brigadier about ghosts?
DOCTOR: Well, there are many different kinds of ghosts, Jo. Ghosts from
the past and ghosts from the future.
JO: Well, what kind did you have in mind?
DOCTOR: What's more to the point is, have they got us in mind?
(The French windows blow open.)
DOCTOR: It's just the wind.
(The Doctor closes the windows and draws the curtains.)
DOCTOR: Look, why don't you take a nap?
(The light display happens, and three figures in
camouflage gear appear, two men and a woman.)
ANAT: (woman) We'll wait here till it's light.
SHURA: (moustache) Time waste
ANAT: I said, we'll wait.
(Jo sleeps in a leather armchair as the Doctor
works on the case. It is about 7 am. and the birds are singing.)
DOCTOR: Wake up, Jo. It's all right. It's morning.
JO: Nothing's happened?
DOCTOR: No, nothing at all.
(Apart from two UNIT soldiers patrolling the tow path getting zapped
into nothing by Shura.
(The Brigadier enters, jacket unbuttoned.)
BRIGADIER: Any chance of a cup of coffee?
R/T OPS: (woman) The canteen's closed, sir.
BRIGADIER: It would be. Anything?
R/T OPS: Not a murmur, sir, all night.
(The radio bursts into life.)
R/T OPS: It's Geneva, sir.
GENEVA [OC]: Emergency! Emergency! Emergency to all UNIT national HQ's.
Stand by for a special announcement.
ANNOUNCER [OC]: Here is the latest official report. The international
situation is growing steadily worse. War now seems inevitable. As yet,
there is no further news of Sir Reginald Styles, who has flown to
Peking in a last minute attempt to persuade the Chinese to reconsider
GENEVA [OC] Observation satellites report troops massing along the
Russian-Chinese frontier. In South America and southern Asia, reports
say fighting has already broken out in many regions. All UNIT personnel
are hereby placed in maximum alert.
(The Doctor is fiddling with the case again. He is
watched from across the lawn by the three strangers.)
DOCTOR: Jo! Jo!
(The three split up and run for the house. Shura gets in first. He sees
the case and puts his weapon down on a table. The Doctor enters with a
glass. Shura dashes for him but is knocked down with two quick Venusian
karate blows. He tries again and is pinned to the chesterfield.)
SHURA: Please. Turn that machine off or they'll kill all of us. Please!
TECHNICIAN: We've picked up that time transmitter again.
CONTROLLER: You're sure?
GIRL TECHNICIAN: Yes, sir. Same frequency, same time zone. Much
CONTROLLER: Right. I want the exact space-time coordinates, so whatever
happens don't lose it.
[Dalek Control room]
CONTROLLER [on monitor]: We have a fix on the time
transfer device. It is operating again in the twentieth century time
zone and it must be them.
DALEK: You have obtained the space-time co-ordinates?
CONTROLLER [on monitor]: We're trying now. The trace is much stronger
this time. There is every chance
DALEK: You must not fail!
CONTROLLER [on monitor]: Security forces are standing by. If we do get
the coordinates, what are your instructions?
DALEK: Whoever is operating the time machine is an enemy of the Daleks.
All enemies of the Daleks must be destroyed! Exterminate them!
(Two grey Daleks join in with their favourite refrain.)
DALEKS: Exterminate them! Exterminate them! Exterminate them!
(The Doctor still has Shura pinned down when Anat
enters. Boaz has Jo in an arm lock.)
ANAT: Let him go. Now then, turn off that machine.
[Dalek Control room]
(A metal door opens and the Controller walks up to
CONTROLLER: I have to report that we have lost the trace. It was
operating only a few moments.
DALEK: We are not interested in excuses. Find them! Find them! Find
(Shura has his weapon pointed at the back of the
ANAT: So, you are the man. Outwardly so innocent looking but capable of
such crimes. Who would ever know?
DOCTOR: My dear young lady, I'm afraid I haven't the slightest idea
what you're talking about.
ANAT: You have said and done enough. The time has come for your
ANAT: Those are our orders.
DOCTOR: May I ask whose orders?
ANAT: It is no concern of yours. Shura.
JO: But he hasn't done anything! He's a scientist!
ANAT: No last words of repentance, Sir Reginald?
DOCTOR: No, only that you're making one fundamental mistake.
ANAT: And that is?
DOCTOR: A question of mistaken identity. I am not Sir Reginald Styles.
ANAT: Is that the best you can do?
JO: But it's true. Sir Reginald
DOCTOR: Sir Reginald is at this moment many thousands of miles away. In
Peking, to be precise.
ANAT: You are lying.
DOCTOR: No, I'm not. He flew there yesterday.
ANAT: I do not believe you.
DOCTOR: It's all there in the paper in front of you. Why don't you take
(Anat picks up the Financial Times from the desk, looks at it then
shows it to Shura, who nods.)
DOCTOR: I'm sorry to disappoint you. By the way, that machine of yours
is a bit antiquated, isn't it? Do you mind if I suggest some
SHURA: Shut up!
BOAZ: It's a trick. Kill him now.
ANAT: If you are not Sir Reginald Styles, who are you and what are you
doing in his house?
DOCTOR: Well, believe it or believe it not, I came here to see you.
BOAZ: We're wasting time, Anat. Here, I'll do it.
ANAT: Who is in command of this mission! We are soldiers, not
murderers. Keep guard outside, I'll deal with these two. I said out!
ANAT: Now then, answer my question. Who are you and what are you doing
[Outside Auderley House]
BENTON: Two men missing, sir.
YATES: Are you sure?
BENTON: I'm positive. I've doubled checked and there are two men
YATES: From the patrol?
BENTON: Yes, sir. Now, there's just one possibility. They could be in
the house. I mean, it's none too warm a day, is it, sir?
YATES: Well, let's go and check.
ANAT: Answer my question sensibly. How could you
know we were coming?
DOCTOR: Because you've already tried to kill Styles once and failed. It
was logical that you would try again.
SHURA: And you deliberately took his place.
DOCTOR: That's right. I wanted to talk to you.
DOCTOR: To find out where you came from. And more to the point when.
BOAZ: Two soldiers approach.
(Boaz takes Jo, Shura takes the Doctor and they go into the hallway.)
ANAT: Down there!
(They clatter down the stairs.)
ANAT: Stay where you are!
(Anat turns off the light.)
(Anat pushes the cellar door ajar slightly to
YATES: Doctor? Jo? Try the study, Benton.
BENTON: Doctor? Anyone there?
(Boaz puts his hand over Jo's mouth.)
YATES: Doctor? Miss Grant?
BENTON: What do you make of it, sir?
YATES: Greyhound Two to
YATES [OC]: Trap One.
BRIGADIER: (into phone) I see, sir.
YATES: Greyhound Two to Trap One.
BRIGADIER: Well, I've already alerted my main personnel.
R/T OPS: Trap One. Over.
BRIGADIER: Oh yes, naturally in a national emergency, we'll liaise with
the defence forces.
R/T OPS: I'm sorry, the Brigadier is busy at the moment.
BRIGADIER: Oh, I'll have to go now, sir. I've got the Minister coming
through on the scrambler. Goodbye. Lethbridge Stewart?
R/T OPS: Hang on, I'll see if I can get him.
MAN [OC]: Ah good, I have the Minister of Defence for you.
BRIGADIER: Right, put him through.
R/T OPS: Captain Yates, sir, on four.
BRIGADIER: I can't speak to him now.
R/T OPS: He says something very odd is happening at Auderly House. If
you could have a quick word with him, sir?
BRIGADIER: All right. Yes, what is it, Yates?
YATES [OC]: A couple of my men missing, sir, and the Doctor and Miss
Grant. Not a sign of them.
BRIGADIER: Look really, Yates, I've got a major international crisis
on. I really haven't got time for any
MINISTER [OC]: Lethbridge-Stewart?
BRIGADIER: Yes, yes, that's right.
MINISTER [OC]: Yes, it's the Minister here.
BRIGADIER: One moment, sir. Listen, Yates, search the grounds again or
report back to me. Out. Yes, Minister.
YATES: Well, you heard what he said. Let's get
BOAZ: So what do we do now?
ANAT: Tie them up.
SHURA: Sit down there.
(Anat checks that the hallway and study are empty then goes back to the
cellar. By this time the Doctor and Jo are sitting on the floor, bound
ANAT: Right, they're clear of the house. Have you finished?
ANAT: We must go. Quietly! (Shura, Anat and Boaz leave. The Doctor gets
his gag out of his mouth.)
DOCTOR: That's better.
JO: (muffled) What about me?
DOCTOR: You know, I've got a good mind to let you stay like that. So
much more peaceful. In any case, even if I released you, you'd probably
ask me a lot of fool questions.
(Jo gets her own gag out.)
JO: I've only got one question. Who are they?
DOCTOR: On the face of it, three rather desperate people.
JO: Well, they're criminals. They must be.
DOCTOR: You're prejudiced.
JO: Well, aren't you? They tried to kill you and me.
DOCTOR: Yes, that's not in their favour, I'll admit. You know, we
shouldn't really judge them until we find out why they're here. Well,
come on, Jo. What about trying out some of that escapology of yours?
JO: Well, I've been trying but ropes are too tight.
DOCTOR: I'll tell you what. Have a try at untying mine.
(They get back to back.)
DOCTOR: Got them?
JO: Where'd they come from?
DOCTOR: Well, technologically speaking, that gun of theirs is about two
hundred years ahead of its time. Your time, that is. The twenty second
century visiting the twentieth. A planned expedition through time to
meet and kill an important politician. Now, why?
JO: I'm the one who's supposed to be asking the questions.
DOCTOR: He's obviously not only important to us, he's also important to
them. Or history, their history, must talk a lot about Sir Reginald
Styles, I think.
JO: You mean, they travelled back in our time to try and change
DOCTOR: That's it, yes. How are you doing?
JO: Not very well. These knots are rock hard.
DOCTOR: Well, in that case, there's only one thing left for us to do.
JO: I know. Wait.
DOCTOR: You're learning, Jo.
JO: You know, I still don't get it, that changing history bit.
DOCTOR: Have you got a better theory?
JO: Well, no. It just doesn't fit them. They seem more like a bunch of
thugs to me.
DOCTOR: Fanatics, Jo, not thugs. Changing history is a very fanatical
idea, you know.
CONTROLLER: We are maintaining constant watch, but
there is no sign of any time transference module in operation.
DALEK: All criminal elements must be tracked down and destroyed.
CONTROLLER: Well, I am doing everything possible, but
DALEK: They will have returned to the time zone where the first
criminal was eliminated. You will dispatch security forces to search
CONTROLLER: Of course at once. And the new equipment?
DALEK: The Time Vortex Magnetron is set to the frequency of the module
that was traced. Anyone using that module will be diverted in the
space-time vortex and attracted here.
CONTROLLER: But only if that particular module is used?
DALEK: It is necessary to know the frequency.
CONTROLLER: But surely no one will use the module? They must realise
that we can trace them.
DALEK: Do not dispute with the Daleks! The function of the human is to
obey! Activate the Magnetron!
(Anat is using her communicator.)
ANAT: Intercept to Base. Intercept to Base. Do you coordinate? Do you
coordinate? Intercept. No good. There is a massive disturbance in the
BOAZ: We cannot fail again. This is our last chance.
ANAT: We must get fresh orders. The time coordinates are crucial.
BOAZ: We cannot wait for new orders!
SHURA: Look, why don't I return to the tunnel? There's better chance of
ANAT: Right, Shura. Ask them
BOAZ: Why ask them anything? Isn't it obvious what we must do? We wait
here and kill Styles.
ANAT: And if we are detected?
BOAZ: We hold those two as hostages. We kill them if necessary.
ANAT: Get alternative orders.
(Shura leaves through the French windows.)
BOAZ: You are soft, Anat. What do two lives matter when so much is at
(Shura hides from Benton and Yates in a Land
Rover, then runs down under the bridge. He checks on a globe device
wrapped in plastic and hidden in long grass, puts his weapon with it
then gets out the communicator.)
SHURA: ZV6 to Eagle. ZV6 to Eagle. Do you connect? Over.
(A shadow falls across him, then an Ogron hits him, hurting Shura's
arm. Shura manages to grab his weapon and shoot the Ogron into
BRIGADIER: What do you mean, missing?
YATES: Well, there's not a sign of them.
BENTON: We searched the house and the grounds, sir.
YATES: The Doctor, Jo and a couple of my men, vanished.
BRIGADIER: Now listen, Yates, I've been talking to the Minister. Styles
seems to have pulled it off. The Chinese have agreed to attend and the
conference is on again.
YATES: Oh, when's it fixed for?
BRIGADIER: Tomorrow night, so you see the spot this puts me in. (into
phone) Get me Auderly House.
ANAT: Where is he?
BOAZ: I told you, Anat.
(A trimphone trills.)
BOAZ: Leave it!
ANAT: No. Suspicious. Next time the soldiers may find us. Get them up.
DOCTOR: Jo, every choice we make changes the
history of the world.
JO: I just don't understand. I mean, why don't they go back to
September the 12th if that's where they want to be. You know, have
DOCTOR: Ah, that's the Blinovitch limitation effect.
JO: The what?
BOAZ: On your feet, both of you!
YATES: Honestly, sir. You're wasting your time.
He's not there.
DOCTOR [OC]: Hello? Hello?
DOCTOR [OC]: Yes.
BRIGADIER [OC]: Lethbridge Stewart.
DOCTOR [OC]: Ah.
BRIGADIER: Is everything all right there?
DOCTOR: Yes, fine, Brigadier. Yes, things couldn't
(Anat is holding the phone to the Doctor's ear.)
BRIGADIER [OC]: Yates and Benton came to look for you. Said the place
DOCTOR: Did they? Oh yes, we were probably down the cellar at the time.
Old Styles keeps a remarkably good selection of wines, you know.
BRIGADIER: Now listen, Doctor, you're sure that
everything is normal down at that house? Because Styles is coming back
there tomorrow night.
DOCTOR: Look, I don't that's very wise, Brigadier.
BRIGADIER [OC]: Well, why not, if everything's all right?
BRIGADIER: It is all right, isn't it, Doctor?
Captain Yates was very concerned about you.
DOCTOR: Yes, well, you tell Captain Yates not to
worry. Everything's fine. And tell old Styles too, and the Prime
BRIGADIER [OC]: Right.
DOCTOR: Oh, and Brigadier?
BRIGADIER [OC]: Yes?
DOCTOR: Don't forget to tell it to the Marines. Goodbye.
YATES: There you are, sir. I said there was
BRIGADIER: I'm going down to that house myself. Lay on a jeep for me,
will you? I'll meet you there later.
(Unseen, Jo is trying to get her hands free.)
ANAT: He's coming. Sir Reginald Styles is coming here.
DOCTOR: Well, that surprises you? I should have thought with your
insight into the future. Oh no, in your case, it'd be the past,
BOAZ: The conference tomorrow night. Our dates were right after all.
ANAT: All we have to do is to wait here until he returns and then
(Jo gets her hands free, and grabs the little time machine case.)
JO: Right! Drop your guns! If you don't, I'll smash this to pieces.
DOCTOR: Jo, put that thing down. I've only just got it in working
JO: I mean it.
ANAT: Stupid child! You do not know what you are doing.
JO: Oh yes I do. You're going to let us both out or you'll be stranded
here for ever.
BOAZ: We don't need that machine. We have another one.
ANAT: The man who owned that machine is dead. His body is back in our
JO: You're bluffing.
ANAT: Put it down and don't be silly.
DOCTOR: Jo, do as she says.
(The time machine starts up.)
BOAZ: Drop it. Drop it!
(Too late. Jo falls through time and lands in front of the Controller
and his Ogrons.)
DOCTOR: Jo? Jo! Look, can't you do anything?
ANAT: No, it's too late.
DOCTOR: What's happened to her?
ANAT: Disintegrated. Dispersed around the time vortex.
BOAZ: If she was lucky.
DOCTOR: And if she wasn't?
BOAZ: Re-embodied in the twenty second century.
ANAT: Believe me, she would be better off dead.
(The Controller gives an Ogron the time device.)
CONTROLLER: You may go.
(The Ogrons leave.)
CONTROLLER: You see, they're really not as terrifying as they look.
JO: What are they?
CONTROLLER: Ogrons. They're a form of higher anthropoid. They used to
live in scattered communities on one of the outer planets. They make
very useful servants.
JO: Servants? What do they do?
CONTROLLER: Oh, we use them as policemen. They're very simple, very
honest, very loyal. Do please sit down.
(The Controller offers Jo his chair.)
JO: Thank you. Is this really the twenty second century?
CONTROLLER: Oh, don't worry. We can return you to your own time, but
tell me Miss, er?
JO: Grant, Jo Grant.
CONTROLLER: Miss Grant, these three people who attacked you. What did
you make of them?
JO: Well, they were sort of guerillas, I suppose.
CONTROLLER: They are cruel and ruthless fanatics.
JO: You know who they are?
CONTROLLER: Unfortunately, yes. But what you don't know, is how lucky
you are that they didn't get rid of you straight away.
JO: They tried to kill the Doctor.
CONTROLLER: He's still with them , is he, this friend of yours?
JO: Yes, they're holding him prisoner.
CONTROLLER: Then I am afraid he is in very grave danger.
JO: But they've no reason to harm him. They know he's the wrong man.
CONTROLLER: You don't know these people. We have spent years trying to
track them down. If you knew some of the terrifying crimes they have
been capable of. If anyone stands in their way, they are without mercy.
JO: I can believe it.
CONTROLLER: However, there is a chance that I may be able to save your
JO: Could you?
CONTROLLER: I can try. There are means but I shall need your help.
JO: How can I help?
CONTROLLER: Well, first of all, I shall want to know exactly where you
came from and when.
JO: Well, we were at Sir Reginald Styles' house, about fifty miles from
CONTROLLER: Now, you've told me the year. Can you tell me the exact
JO: That's easy. It was September the 13th.
CONTROLLER: Excellent. Now, you must be tired, you must be hungry. We
do have special guest rooms. Leave everything to me. Oh, there is one
last question. These criminals, can you tell me exactly where they
entered your time? I mean, did they manifest themselves in the house
JO: I don't think so.
CONTROLLER: Somewhere outside the house? Some hiding place?
JO: I don't know for sure, but there's a tunnel by a canal not far from
the house. We found that time machine there.
CONTROLLER: A tunnel. Thank you. I'll call you as soon as we have any
(Jo leaves with a woman.)
CONTROLLER: You see? She trusts me implicitly.
[Dalek Control room]
DALEK: The criminals are using the tunnel as a
transfer point. We will prepare an ambush in the twentieth century time
CONTROLLER [on monitor]: We have security forces in the area. With any
luck, they will drive the guerillas straight into our hands. I shall
take charge of the operation myself.
DALEK: I shall lead the expedition! This time there must be no mistake!
The enemies of the Daleks will be destroyed!
(The Doctor is being tied up again.)
ANAT: Hurry! Shura may be back!
(Boaz leaves with Anat. The Doctor starts rubbing his ropes against the
edge of a wine rack. The sharp metal cuts it quite quickly.)
ANAT: Where is he? He should be back.
(Boaz sees Ogrons coming across the lawn.)
BOAZ: Anat! Look!
(They get two of the Ogrons before the others return fire, destroying
the French windows.)
ANAT: Fall back!
BOAZ: We can get through the library. Come!
(Boaz is knocked over by the Doctor opening the door.)
ANAT: Stay where you are! Boaz, get out! Boaz, come on!
(Boaz tries to tackle the Doctor, but is easily thrown off.)
ANAT: Come on, Boaz, out! Out, out!
(Anat and Boaz leave. The Doctor puts on his cape as an Ogron crashes
through the remains of the French windows.)
DOCTOR: How do you do? Hai!
(The Doctor high-kicks the Ogron and gets its weapon, then makes a run
(Anat and Boaz shoot at two approaching Ogrons
then run. The Doctor arrives and makes one Ogron vanish with his
weapon. The second falls in a hail of machine gun bullets.)
BRIGADIER: Doctor, what on earth's going on?
DOCTOR: Thank you, Brigadier, for that timely intervention.
BRIGADIER: Who is that creature?
DOCTOR: Yes, well, I'll explain about him later. Excuse me, old chap,
I'm in a hurry.
(The Doctor drives off in the Brigadier's Land Rover.)
BRIGADIER: Doctor, come back at once!
(Anat and Boaz run into the tunnel as the Doctor
drives up. He runs after them. Inside the tunnel there is a sound, and
a Dalek appears.)
(The Doctor runs, and two grey Daleks glide after
him through what turns out to be quite a maze. Suddenly he comes upon
Anat and Boaz with a time machine.)
BOAZ: Get back! Get back!
DOCTOR: Please, wait. I've got to talk to you.
ANAT: Keep away!
DALEK 2: Exterminate!
BOAZ: You'll get caught in the time field!
(And so he does. The three travel along a vortex to the same place,
although presumably not the same time.)
BOAZ: We warned you.
DOCTOR: Yes. Yes, so you did.
ANAT: This may come as a shock to you, but you've just travelled two
hundred years through time.
DOCTOR: Thank you. But I'm probably more familiar with the concept of
time travel than you are. Now wait a minute. Before the time
transference, I saw a Dalek.
BOAZ: You know of the Daleks?
DOCTOR: Indeed I do. I know them only too well. They've been my
bitterest enemy for many years.
BOAZ: Then you're a fool to have let yourself be brought here.
DOCTOR: Look, I came here in order to find Miss Jo Grant.
ANAT: I told you, she's probably dead.
DOCTOR: But as long as there's a chance.
BOAZ: Come on, Anat.
DOCTOR: Wait a minute. What is my best way of finding her?
BOAZ: That's your problem.
ANAT: We can't just leave him.
BOAZ: I can. Come!
(They hear a whistling sound and footsteps in the dark.)
ANAT: Run, Doctor. Run!
(Anat and Boaz go one way, the Doctor ducks down a side tunnel just as
Ogrons come pounding along. The Doctor avoids being spotted by running
through the maze until he comes across a ladder leading up to a manhole
cover. He goes up and discovers that the once fine grounds of Auderly
House are now an overgrown wasteland. Underground, the Ogrons report to
DALEK 2: Have you found them?
OGRON: No, they escaped.
DALEK 2: Hunt them! Exterminate them!
DALEKS: Exterminate them! Exterminate them!
(Above ground, the Doctor hears the clink of metal in time with
footsteps nearby, and hides behind a ruined piece of walling. A troop
of Ogrons march past. When it is clear, the Doctor looks towards where
they came from - a cluster of white high-rise building.)
[Dalek Control room]
(The Controller enters.)
CONTROLLER: The security guards have combed the tunnels. They've found
DALEK: You have failed the Daleks! You will be punished!
CONTROLLER: The fault is not mine! Your security guards let them get
away. Those creatures are useless!
DALEK 2: They are loyal to the Daleks.
CONTROLLER: As loyal as they are stupid. They will never be a match for
DALEK 2: No one can succeed who opposes the Daleks.
CONTROLLER: For every guerilla cell that you destroy, another one
springs up. They have stolen your time machines and copied them. They
steal your weapons, your explosives.
DALEK: These criminals will be exterminated. The Daleks will destroy
CONTROLLER: If only you would let me recruit more human security
DALEK: Humans are treacherous and unreliable!
CONTROLLER: Not all humans. I have served you faithfully.
DALEK: Do not dispute with the Daleks! Obey without question!
CONTROLLER: Very well. There was one curious thing. The girl referred
to a companion in her own time zone. She called him the Doctor.
DALEK 2: Doctor? Did you say Doctor?
CONTROLLER: He appears to have got through to our time. He was seen by
DALEK: The Doctor is an enemy of the Daleks! He must be found at once
(The Doctor's approach to the one of the white
buildings is watched by a CCTV camera. He examines a large square door
with a logo above it, and it opens inwards. Naturally, he enters.)
DALEK 2 [OC]: Alert! Alert! Area one one seven!
TECHNICIAN: Continue scanning.
[Dalek Control room]
CONTROLLER: All forces are on full alert. I can
assure you that we will secure his arrest at any moment now. I will go
myself and supervise the search.
DALEK: Wait! You have not been dismissed. There has been a drop in
recent production figures.
CONTROLLER: That can be explained.
DALEK: Explanations are irrelevant. Production targets must be
CONTROLLER: We will reach the targets on the next work period.
DALEK: For the next work period, target figures will be increased by
CONTROLLER: But that's impossible! If we push the workers any further,
they will die.
DALEK 2: Only the weak will die. Inefficient workers slow down
production. Obey the Daleks.
CONTROLLER: Very well. We will do our best.
DALEK: You may go.
TECHNICIAN: We have a tracking report on that stranger.
CONTROLLER: The Doctor?
TECHNICIAN: He has managed to penetrate the outer perimeter of work
centre one one seven.
CONTROLLER: Have the guards there been alerted?
TECHNICIAN: Yes. They'll pick him up once he's inside.
CONTROLLER: I want the work figures for centre one one seven kept
separate from general analysis. I want to take a special look at them.
TECHNICIAN: Is there something wrong there?
CONTROLLER: Perhaps. I want the work figures for all the factories in
the central zone fed into the work computer. The results tabulated for
TECHNICIAN: Very good.
CONTROLLER: See I get those figures.
(Another man in camouflage clothes sneaks round a
ruined building and down into its cellar.)
BOAZ: Don't gloss over it, Anat. We failed.
ANAT: We had no choice once our plan was known to them.
BOAZ: If you'd listened to me, we still could have done what was
ANAT: We did all we could. Monia, our orders were to eliminate Styles,
MONIA: Yes, but you failed.
BOAZ: We could have succeeded.
MONIA: Then why didn't you?
ANAT: He wasn't there. Security guards found us.
BOAZ: But Anat went soft.
MONIA: Be quiet.
ANAT: The trouble with you, Boaz, is
MONIA: Both of you! We have to think now. The situation is different.
BOAZ: As I see it, it's exactly the same. We still have a job to do.
MONIA: No. There may be other ways. I've had a report from one of our
contacts. A girl has been captured. They're holding her prisoner at the
ANAT: The same girl? The one who operated the time module at Styles'
MONIA: It fits your description.
ANAT: Well, at least she's alive.
BOAZ: In the hands of the Daleks? She won't live long.
MONIA: Can she tell them anything?
BOAZ: Nothing of importance. Have they picked up that Doctor yet?
MONIA: Not yet. It's only a matter of time.
GUARD 2: Move! Move! Come along there, you scum!
(A human is shouting at a bunch of emaciated slaves emptying gravel
from dustbins into a silo. The Doctor peers around a corner.)
GUARD 2: All right, move! Move! Go on!
(The Doctor moves away but has to dodge back when he sees two guards
walking towards him. An Ogron hits him over the head.)
[Control centre suite]
(The Controller and Jo are sitting on the floor of
a large room.)
CONTROLLER: Some more grapes, Miss Grant?
JO: No thanks, really I couldn't. That was a fabulous meal.
CONTROLLER: Oh, it was just a light snack, I assure you. Now later on,
I have a real treat in store for you. A banquet of genuine twentieth
century food. Because I'm afraid most people don't eat like this
nowadays, we've managed to get down the main food elements to pills and
JO: Look, I don't want to seem ungrateful.
CONTROLLER: Something's worrying you?
JO: Well, you did say you might be able to get me back. To my own time,
CONTROLLER: Our scientists are working at it, but time travel is a very
difficult, it's a very dangerous business, you know.
JO: The guerilla's machine got me here easily enough.
CONTROLLER: That was a lucky fluke, I assure you, nothing else. You
could just as easily been killed.
JO: Then what about the Doctor? You did say something about rescuing
CONTROLLER: There is something I have not told you.
JO: About the Doctor? Look, is anything wrong?
CONTROLLER: He has been seen in our time zone with the criminals who
attacked you. Doubtless they kidnapped him.
JO: Where is he now?
CONTROLLER: Oh, don't worry. We're on his track. I expect news of him
at any moment now.
JO: Can I help you find him?
CONTROLLER: Unfortunately, no. You have to stay here for your own
JO: My safety?
CONTROLLER: If those criminals saw you here, they might think that you
had betrayed them, and in any case they would try and harm you.
JO: Is that why there's a guard on the door?
CONTROLLER: Exactly. He is there simply for your protection.
(The Technician enters.)
CONTROLLER: If you will excuse me a moment? Well?
TECHNICIAN: A message, sir.
CONTROLLER: I have good news for you. We have found your friend the
JO: Is he all right?
CONTROLLER: Don't worry. I can assure you he is alive and well.
(A semi-conscious Doctor is put in a chair by two
GUARD: Well, perhaps now you'll tell us who you are.
DOCTOR: You wouldn't believe me if I told you.
GUARD: You're a spy.
DOCTOR: Am I? Who am I spying for?
GUARD: I'm asking the questions. I repeat. You're a spy.
DOCTOR: That wasn't a question, that was a statement.
GUARD: Careful. Our friends here don't get much fun.
DOCTOR: Poor fellows. I'm sorry I can't oblige them at the moment. I'm
not in the mood for games.
GUARD: All right! I want to know what you're doing here.
DOCTOR: I've already told you what I'm doing here. I'm looking for a
girl called Jo Grant!
GUARD: Who's she? Another spy?
DOCTOR: Don't be stupid, man!
(A grill slides up and a man dressed like the Controller, except in
GUARD: He's not exactly being cooperative.
MANAGER: Isn't he? That's very foolish of him. Have you told him what
will happen if he doesn't cooperate?
GUARD: I've even given him a free sample.
MANAGER: Don't worry. Leave him to me. I know how to deal with his
GUARD: I only need a bit more time.
GUARD: All right. We'll be outside if you need us. Come.
(The guards and Ogrons leave.)
MANAGER: Which group are you from?
MANAGER: Quick. We haven't much time. Who sent you?
DOCTOR: Look, nobody sent me. I'm not a spy or a guerilla. I haven't
the faintest idea what you're talking about.
MANAGER: For heaven's sake man, I'm trying to help you. Admit it!
You're a spy!
CONTROLLER: Is this the man?
MANAGER: Yes, Controller.
CONTROLLER: Then why is he being treated in this fashion? My dear
Doctor, I cannot apologise enough. I am the Controller of this region.
You're a very elusive fellow, you know. I've had quite a job in
tracking you down.
DOCTOR: Then I'm glad you finally succeeded.
CONTROLLER: I've been looking forward to meeting you. You are an
honoured guest of our government.
DOCTOR: You surprise me.
CONTROLLER: I'm sorry if the Ogrons were a little uncivilised. It was
all a misunderstanding, I do assure you. The whole thing has been
sorted out now. Make sure that the Doctor is taken immediately to the
guest room at regional control.
DOCTOR: Frankly, I don't know whether I can stand much more of your
CONTROLLER: A very great friend of yours is waiting for you there.
DOCTOR: Miss Grant?
DOCTOR: Is she safe?
CONTROLLER: Of course. Looking forward to seeing you. I shall follow
later. In the meantime, the guards will take good care of you. Please?
(The Doctor leaves with a single escort.)
MANAGER: What's going on? Who was he?
CONTROLLER: That is no concern of yours.
MANAGER: As you wish, Controller.
CONTROLLER: What does concern you, however, is the production quota for
MANAGER: There have been difficulties. The workers are
CONTROLLER: Your production figures have been consistently lower than
any other factory in the central zone.
MANAGER: I'm sorry. Things will improve, I promise.
CONTROLLER: Indeed they will. For the next work period, targets are to
be raised by ten percent.
MANAGER: That's impossible! I can't do it!
CONTROLLER: Then I shall just have to find someone who can, shan't I?
And you know what that will mean, don't you? To you and to your family.
MANAGER: Please, I, I didn't mean it. I'll do it somehow.
CONTROLLER: Good. We'll just regard this as a friendly warning, shall
MANAGER: Thank you, Controller. You're very kind.
(The Controller leaves and the grill closes. The Manager takes a
communicator from a box.)
MANAGER: ZV ten to Eagle. ZV ten to Eagle. Do you connect?
MONIA [OC]: We connect. Proceed.
MANAGER [OC]: Time short. They're getting
suspicious. A man was here. A stranger, caught on the grounds.
MANAGER [OC]: High intelligence. They call him Doctor. I don't know who
he is, but he's important. They're taking him to the guest suite at
MONIA: Do you know why he's important?
MANAGER: No. Check your source at control point
(An Ogron hits the Manager.)
MONIA [OC]: ZV ten? ZV ten, do you connect? ZV
[Control centre suite]
(The Doctor, Jo and the Controller are sitting, or
in the Doctor's case, reclining Roman style, on cushions.)
CONTROLLER: Some more wine, Doctor?
DOCTOR: No, thank you, no, not for me. Though I must admit, it's an
excellent vintage. Well, it's the finest I've tasted since, er, well,
since we had dinner at old Styles' house. Do you remember, Jo?
JO: It seems a long time ago.
DOCTOR: It was. Two hundred years to be precise. And quite frankly, I
wish I was back there now.
CONTROLLER: Naturally, you prefer the twentieth century, Doctor. After
all, it is your own time.
DOCTOR: Oh, I've known many times, and some of them much more pleasant
JO: Well, I quite like it here, I must say. Everyone's been most kind.
DOCTOR: Well, I met some people today who were far from kind.
CONTROLLER: That was a simple mistake, Doctor, I assure you. You must
not jump to conclusions.
DOCTOR: Well, better than jumping from the crack of a whip from some
security guard. Do you run all your factories like that, Controller?
CONTROLLER: That was not a factory, Doctor.
DOCTOR: Oh? Then what was it?
CONTROLLER: A rehabilitation centre. A rehabilitation centre for
DOCTOR: Including old men and women, even children?
CONTROLLER: There will always be people who need discipline, Doctor.
DOCTOR: Now that's an old fashioned point of view, even from my
CONTROLLER: I can assure you that this planet has never been more
efficiently, more economically run. People have never been happier or
DOCTOR: Then why do you need so many people to keep them under control?
Don't they like being happy and prosperous?
JO: You're being a bit unreasonable, Doctor.
DOCTOR: Am I now?
JO: Well, look, the Controller wants to help you.
DOCTOR: Does he? I wonder why?
JO: You're not on the side of the criminals, surely? They wanted to
DOCTOR: When I meet a regime that needs to import savage alien life
forms as security guards, I begin to wonder who the real criminals are.
JO: Those creatures aren't really savage.
CONTROLLER: Exactly. They are simply guard dogs. They just do what I
DOCTOR: You mean there aren't enough humans around that will follow
your orders so blindly?
CONTROLLER: That is not what I was saying.
DOCTOR: Isn't it? Then what you're saying is that the entire human
population of this planet, apart from a few remarkable exceptions like
yourself, are really only fit to lead the life of a dog. Why?
CONTROLLER: You have no right to say that!
DOCTOR: Haven't I? Who really rules this planet of yours?
CONTROLLER: I'm sorry, I must go. I have work to do. You will excuse
(The Controller leaves.)
JO: You shouldn't have spoken to him like that. You don't know the
DOCTOR: Neither do you, Jo. Neither do you. That man is no more than a
superior slave himself. Humans don't rule this world any longer, Jo.
JO: Then, who does?
DOCTOR: The most evil, ruthless life form in the cosmos. The Daleks.
[Dalek Control room]
(The Doctor is on the large monitor, but there is
CONTROLLER: Is it the same man?
DALEK: The physical appearance does not match our data.
CONTROLLER: Then it is not your Doctor?
DALEK: The appearance of the Doctor has changed before.
CONTROLLER: And how will you find out?
DALEK: We will use the mind analysis machine.
[Control centre suite]
DOCTOR: Right. Now, do you understand exactly what
JO: Yes, ready when you are.
(The Doctor goes and stand to one side of the door.)
DOCTOR: Right. Now.
JO: Help! Help! Help!
(An Ogron enters. The Doctor hits him but he doesn't fall. They trade
blows until Jo smashes the wine bottle over the Ogron's head.)
DOCTOR: Pity. That was rather a good vintage.
DOCTOR: It doesn't matter. Come on.
(They run outside the building where a three-wheeled buggy happens to
be standing with the keys in the ignition. The Doctor drives it away
with Jo hanging on the pillion and guards chasing after them.)
[Dalek Control room]
DALEK 2: The prisoners have escaped. They have
broken through the outer perimeter.
DALEK: Find and exterminate them!
CONTROLLER: We need them alive!
DALEK: The prisoners will be recaptured and returned here for mind
(The Doctor rides to the scrubland near the tunnels, but a group of
Ogrons have him going in circles over concrete foundations. Finally the
front wheel digs into a pothole and stops. The Doctor has an Ogron
weapon shoved in his ear.)
MONIA: He's captured. Taken for processing. We must rescue him.
BOAZ: Rescue him? Are you mad? From there?
MONIA: I say we must.
MONIA: Are you afraid?
BOAZ: Me? Of course I am. I'm not a fool. What is he to us?
MONIA: We have fresh information from one of our contacts at control
centre. He is the sworn enemy of the Daleks. He's the one man they're
afraid of. Don't you see? It's our only hope. If we don't act quickly,
it may be too late.
[Dalek Control room]
(The Doctor is strapped down on a table. On the
monitor are changing images of his two previous incarnations.)
DALEK: You are the Doctor! You are an enemy of the Daleks! Now you are
in our power! You will be exterminated!
DALEKS: You will be exterminated! You will be exterminated!
[Dalek Control room]
CONTROLLER: Stop! You mustn't kill him!
DALEK: Be silent.
CONTROLLER: Don't you realise he can help us?
DALEK 2: The Doctor is an enemy of the Daleks. How can he help us?
CONTROLLER: He has had contact with the guerillas. He has valuable
DALEK: You have proof of this?
CONTROLLER: I know he's working for them. The manager of one one seven
has been proved to be a subversive agent, and the Doctor was trying to
contact him when we picked him up.
DALEK 2: We will force the truth from him with the Mind Analysis
CONTROLLER: But look at him! You've practically killed him just getting
a simple admission of identity. He'll die before he tells you anything
DALEK: What is your plan?
CONTROLLER: Let me interrogate him.
DALEK: Why should you be more successful?
CONTROLLER: Because I understand human psychology. I shall be able to
gain his confidence, to put pressure on him through the girl. By the
time I have finished with him, I shall be able to crush the guerilla
DALEK: Release him.
(The grill opens.)
JO: The Doctor! How is he?
GUARD: Come with me.
[Dalek Control room]
(The Doctor is exhausted, and kept on his feet by
DALEK: The Daleks have discovered the secret of time travel. We have
invaded Earth again. We have changed the pattern of history.
DOCTOR: You won't succeed, you know.
DALEK: The Dalek empire will spread through all planets and all times.
No one can withstand the power of the Daleks!
CONTROLLER: Take him away.
(Monia puts a home-made map on a rough wooden
MONIA: Now, the control centre is here. As far as we know they're being
held prisoner in this block here.
BOAZ: Then how do we get through?
MONIA: The disused underground railway of the old city. There's an exit
right by this wall.
BOAZ: Even as a ruin it has its uses.
MONIA: Come, time is short.
[Control centre suite]
(The Controller is using the gentle touch again,
with more bottles of wine.)
DOCTOR: My dear man, how can I tell you what I don't know myself?
CONTROLLER: But you were in contact with the guerillas?
JO: But not from choice. Look, they were going to kill him. I know the
Doctor would help you if he could.
CONTROLLER: I am trying to help him! I've already save his life.
DOCTOR: Yes, for your own purposes.
CONTROLLER: Look, if you do not tell me everything that manager knew
about these criminals, where they operate from, what their plans are,
then the Daleks will destroy both of you.
DOCTOR: I don't doubt it.
CONTROLLER: Do you value life so little?
DOCTOR: On that contrary, I value it enormously. The Daleks will kill
us whatever we tell you.
CONTROLLER: Not if you cooperate with them.
DOCTOR: As you cooperate with them? Do you really think that makes any
CONTROLLER: They can be reasonable.
DOCTOR: Reasonable? They tolerate you as long as you're useful to them.
CONTROLLER: I am a senior government official.
DOCTOR: You sir, you sir, are a traitor! You're a Quisling!
CONTROLLER: Silence! You do not understand. Nobody who did not live
through those terrible years can understand. Towards the end of the
twentieth century, a series of wars broke out. There was a hundred
years of nothing but killing, destruction. Seven eighths of the world's
population was wiped out. The rest were living in holes in the ground,
starving, reduced to the level of animals.
JO: So the Daleks saw their opportunity and took over.
CONTROLLER: There was no power on Earth to stop them.
DOCTOR: So, they've turned the Earth into a giant factory, with all the
wealth and minerals were looted and taken to Skaro.
CONTROLLER: Exactly. Men who were strong enough, of course, were sent
down the mines, the rest work in factories.
JO: Why? Why are they doing all this?
CONTROLLER: They need a constant flow of raw materials. Their empire is
JO: How did you come to work for them?
CONTROLLER: They chose a few humans to help them get things going
again, to organise the remaining population. My family have been
controllers in this area for three generations.
DOCTOR: A family of Quisling's, eh?
CONTROLLER: We have helped make things better for the others. We have
gained concessions. I have saved lives!
DOCTOR: Wouldn't you have helped more by organising the fight against
CONTROLLER: No one can fight against the Daleks.
DOCTOR: That's not what your criminal guerillas seem to think, is it.
CONTROLLER: A handful of fanatics. Most of them have been killed
already. I assure you there is nothing they can do to change things.
[Outside Central Control]
(A guerilla fighter jumps and Ogron and knocks it
out. Anat takes on two more.)
DALEK: Exterminate! Exterminate! Exterminate!
BOAZ: Anat, look out!
(Boaz dashes forward and sticks a limpet bomb onto the Dalek's casing.
It explodes immediately, killing both it and him. More guerillas and
Ogrons are vapourised.)
MONIA: Come, we must reach the control centre. Come!
(Anat pauses by Boaz's body.)
MONIA: No. Come, come!
[Control centre suite]
CONTROLLER: If you don't give me the information I
need, there is nothing I can do to help you.
DOCTOR: For the last time, I tell you I haven't got any information.
And quite frankly, even if I had, I wouldn't give it to you!
(The guerillas burst in.)
MONIA: Right, stay where you are!
MONIA: Guards? You have no guards. They're all dead.
ANAT: Are you all right?
DOCTOR: Yes, thank you. All the better for seeing you.
ANAT: You're coming with us. No harm must come to these two. Too much
depends on them.
MONIA: As for you, my friend.
DOCTOR: Put that gun down. There's no point in murdering him.
MONIA: You don't know how much blood there is on his hands.
DOCTOR: Nevertheless, he's not your real enemy.
MONIA: He helped the Daleks. He's worked for them.
DOCTOR: They would always have found someone. Now just leave him.
ANAT: Right, let's go.
YATES: We've searched everywhere, sir.
BRIGADIER: Then search again, Yates.
YATES: We've been through every inch of the tunnel, sir.
BRIGADIER: And even the Doctor can't vanish into thin air. He must be
somewhere. Extend the radius of the search.
YATES: I'll need some more men, sir.
BRIGADIER: You can have all you want. From now on, this house is top
(A dispatch rider hands over a message.)
BRIGADIER: (reads) Sir Reginald Styles and other delegates arriving by
special plane at RAF Manston at 1800 hours.
JO: But how do you know this?
MONIA: Oh, there are books. Even during the wars, people found time to
study, to write about it.
ANAT: What to you has not yet happened, is to us history.
DOCTOR: This history of yours, it talks about Sir Reginald Styles?
MONIA: Oh yeah. He pretended to be working for peace, but really he
just wanted power for himself.
DOCTOR: So the conference he called was just a trick?
MONIA: He managed to lure the world leaders to a remote country house,
and he pretended they needed absolute quiet if the meeting was to
succeed. But then, there was a devastating explosion.
ANAT: And Styles was killed with the others. He must have set a bomb
and mis-timed the charge.
MONIA: There were accusations, counter-accusations, and then the wars
began. That was the turning point.
JO: But if this true, Sir Reginald Styles must be completely round the
DOCTOR: So, you went back into our time to kill Styles before he could
carry out his plan.
MONIA: Right. We'd been fighting the Daleks for years, but it was
hopeless. Eventually we must lose, so we thought, what else can we do?
ANAT: We learnt through one of our spies that the Daleks had succeeded
in creating a time machine. We even managed to steal a copy of the
plans, and we built one of our own, so that we could go back into
history to the exact point where things started to go wrong.
MONIA: With one action, we could them. Mankind could have a chance to
take a new direction.
ANAT: But even now, the transfer isn't always stable. People
materialised in your time and then just faded away.
JO: The ghost that Styles saw?
MONIA: Now, somehow the Daleks found what we were doing, and they sent
Ogrons back into your time after us and attacked one of our men.
DOCTOR: Well, that must have been the man that we saw down by the canal
tunnel. You remember, Jo, the one who vanished from the ambulance?
ANAT: Yes, we fixed on the tunnel as a place that was stable in your
time and in ours. We used it as a transfer point. Well, you know the
DOCTOR: Yes, well, there's one thing I don't quite understand and that
is why were you so keen to rescue us? Well believe me, we're grateful,
MONIA: Well, you told us yourself. You're an old enemy of the Daleks.
MONIA: Then you will help us to beat them.
DOCTOR: What do you expect me to do?
MONIA: Well, you can succeed where we've failed, Doctor. We want you to
go back into your own time and kill Styles.
(The injured Shura is still in the twentieth century, skirting around
the cordon of steel the Brigadier has thrown up around Auderly House
until he gets to an outbuilding and goes inside.)
DOCTOR: You're asking me to commit murder!
ANAT: No! We're asking you to kill one man and prevent millions more
DOCTOR: That is still murder.
MONIA: Isn't it worth it to save the human race from the Daleks?
DOCTOR: Yes, but would it?
ANAT: We've told you how it happened.
DOCTOR: But your history could be wrong, you know? Now listen, why
don't you send us back to our time? We know the future now. Maybe there
are other things we can do?
ANAT: Monia, we're wasting valuable time. Every minute that goes by
MONIA: Doctor, will you help us? It's our only hope.
JO: I still can't believe that Sir Reginald Styles is a ruthless
DOCTOR: Yes, I agree, Jo. Vain to the point of arrogance, a trifle
obstinate, perhaps, but basically a good man. So, if it happened, how
did it happen? Any of your people still in our time zone?
ANAT: Oh, Shura. He left just to send a message and we never saw nor
heard from him again. We assumed he must be dead.
(Shura has somehow made his way to the wine cellar under the main house
with the globe device that was hidden by the tunnel in episode two. He
primes the device and starts it up.)
MONIA: Look, why are you so interested in Shura?
DOCTOR: I'm curious, that's all.
ANAT: Curious? Well, that's funny. Mark and Boaz got killed to save you
and you're curious.
DOCTOR: Look, please believe me, I'm completely with you about the
ends. I only disagree as to the means.
MONIA: All right. What do you want to know?
DOCTOR: This mission of yours to the twentieth century. What did you
take with you?
ANAT: The usual battle gear. Radio, disintegrators.
DOCTOR: Any sabotage equipment?
ANAT: Only a few charges of Dalekanium.
ANAT: It's a highly effective type of explosive. We stole the formula
from the Daleks.
DOCTOR: Could it destroy a house?
MONIA: What are you trying to say, Doctor?
DOCTOR: Well, don't you see? This has happened before.
ANAT: What has?
DOCTOR: You went back to change history, but you didn't change
anything. You became a part of it.
MONIA: What are you talking about?
DOCTOR: If Styles didn't cause that explosion, somebody else did.
ANAT: Well, obviously, but who? Shura!
DOCTOR: Isn't that exactly what he would have done? One last suicidal
attempt to carry out his orders?
MONIA: It's possible, I suppose.
DOCTOR: You're trapped in a temporal paradox! Styles didn't cause that
explosion and start the wars. You did it yourselves.
[Dalek Control room]
DALEK: You have failed the Daleks. The Doctor has
CONTROLLER: He will be recaptured, I swear it.
DALEK: He must be found and destroyed.
CONTROLLER: He will attempt to return to his own time zone. If those
guerillas are helping him, they will use the tunnel, and I am setting
up an ambush.
DALEK: If you fail us again, you will pay with your life. This is your
CONTROLLER: I will go and supervise the operations myself.
CONTROLLER: Is everything ready?
GUARD: Security forces have covered the whole tunnel. Don't worry, they
won't escape a second time.
(The Doctor and Jo are escorted by a troop of
guerillas back to the manhole. Monia gives the Doctor one of their time
MONIA: Now, you are sure you know how to use it?
DOCTOR: It seems simple enough. Bit too simple for my liking.
MONIA: Right. We'll give you covering fire, just in case.
JO: Take care.
(The Doctor and Jo set off, but are quickly caught
by the Ogrons who were waiting for them.)
CONTROLLER: So it has ended as I said it would. Did I not tell you it
was madness to fight the Daleks?
DOCTOR: Is it madness to want to see a world free from their rule?
CONTROLLER: It can't be done.
DOCTOR: Oh yes, it can. And I can do it. Are you going to stop me?
CONTROLLER: (to Ogrons) Go. I will deal with these criminals myself. I
(The Ogrons leave.)
CONTROLLER: If only I could be sure.
DOCTOR: You spoke of the war, of its years of suffering and starvation.
Well, I can prevent all that happening, you know.
CONTROLLER: You saved my life. You could have let them kill me. Go,
DOCTOR: Thank you. Jo, come here and stand by me.
(The Doctor operates the time machine. The whole thing has been
witnessed by the sadistic Guard, hiding round a corner.)
SOLDIER: Sergeant! They're here!
(Jo and the Doctor run out of the tunnel.)
BENTON: This is Sergeant Benton calling UNIT HQ. Look, we've found
them. Would you get a jeep over here pronto. This way, Doctor.
[Dalek Control room]
CONTROLLER: I am sorry. They were too quick for
us. They escaped in the darkness.
DALEK: You are lying! You have betrayed the Daleks!
CONTROLLER: No. I told you before. Those security guards are no match
DALEK: You are a traitor to the Daleks. You must be exterminated!
CONTROLLER: Who knows? I may have helped to exterminate you.
(The gold Dalek fires, killing the Controller. The Guard comes
DALEK: You have proved yourself worthy to be the new controller. But be
warned, the Daleks demand total loyalty from those who serve them.
GUARD: Of course.
(The Guard leaves.)
DALEK: We must follow them into the twentieth century time zone.
DALEK 2: The peace conference must be destroyed. War must break out.
DALEK: The Dalek conquest of the planet Earth must not be reversed.
(The twenty four hour media have arrived outside
the house and started broadcasting.)
MACINTOSH: Here in the peaceful heart of England will soon take place
what could be described as the most important summit conference of this
century. The peaceful atmosphere of this Georgian house gives little
indication of the underlying tension of the occasion. A desperate, last
minute attempt to stem the rising tide of international tension that
seems to be moving the great powers towards the brink of a third world
war. Arriving now is Sir Reginald Styles, who with his team of
government aides, has been working around the clock to make this
meeting possible. Sir Reginald himself, has just returned from an
eleventh hour meeting in Peking where his success in persuading the
Chinese leaders to reconsider their walk out gave the first real chance
of success to these talks. Talks, on which may well depend, the fate of
the entire world.
(Various nationalities get out of cars and go into the house.)
STYLES: Everything set up, Brigadier?
BRIGADIER: Yes, sir. Although I still feel
STYLES: We won't waste time on the formalities. We'll just get on with
the business as soon as possible.
(The Doctor and Jo drive up to the house and run inside. The guards
snap to attention for the Doctor.)
STYLES: Look, you're supposed to be in charge of security. Kindly get
on with your job and leave me to get on with mine.
DOCTOR: Brigadier! Brigadier, get everybody out of this house at once.
BRIGADIER: Where the devil have you been?
DOCTOR: Never mind all that, just clear this house immediately.
STYLES: What's the man talking about?
JO: Do as he says! Look, there isn't much time!
(Ogrons and the Daleks come out of the tunnel under the railway bridge
and go along the towpath, where they make quick work of the UNIT
DOCTOR: Look, try and use your intelligence, man, even if you are a
STYLES: Brigadier, if you can't get this lunatic out of my way
BRIGADIER: I know it all sounds incredible, sir, but the Doctor usually
knows what he's talking about.
STYLES: Arranging this conference was an almost impossible task. It is
no exaggeration to say that the peace of the world depends on its
success. I will not jeopardise that success now!
DOCTOR: Brigadier, get this man and all the delegates out of this area
immediately. Use force if you have to! Jo, you stay here.
(The Doctor leaves.)
BRIGADIER: Sir Reginald, please?
STYLES: No, I will not permit it!
SHURA: Get out of here unless you want to die too. I must kill Styles
to prevent the war.
DOCTOR: Shura, listen to me. Styles and all the delegates are already
leaving this house. You detonate that bomb and you'll be sacrificing
yourself for nothing.
BENTON: Benton calling UNIT HQ. Benton calling
UNIT HQ. We just can't hold them, sir!
(Gunfire can be heard outside.)
YATES: Look, Benton, keep them back as long as you can.
BRIGADIER: Sir Reginald, this house is under attack by a hostile force.
You will please consider yourself under my orders.
STYLES: Brigadier, I'm warn you
BRIGADIER: Now be quiet, sir! Captain Yates.
BRIGADIER: Get Sir Reginald and all the delegates away from this area
at once. Use the front exit.
STYLES: I absolutely refuse!
YATES: Sir Reginald, please.
STYLES: But my papers, the documents.
AIDE: They're all here, sir.
STYLES: Well, I suppose I shall have to agree, but under protest!
YATES: This way, Sir Reginald.
(Jo goes into the study. Outside, UNIT troops are falling back under
the alien onslaught. Mortars prove to be more effective weapons than
gunfire. Out the front the delegates return to their cars and drive
away, the Russians first, closely followed by the USA. The Daleks have
made it to the terrace, and one enters the French windows.)
JO: Doctor! The Daleks, they're coming into the
SHURA: Daleks? You're lying!
DOCTOR: No, she's not. They've come back to make sure that their
version of history isn't changed. Is everybody out of the house?
JO: Yes, everyone but us.
SHURA: Get out of here. Let them come in! Leave them to me!
JO: No, no! You must come with us!
SHURA: You don't understand! That's Dalekanium. It's the only thing
that's effective against the Daleks.
DOCTOR: Couldn't we set a time fuse?
SHURA: This stuff's too unstable. There just isn't time. This is
something that I must do myself. Now get out!
DOCTOR: Very well.
[Outside Auderly House]
BRIGADIER: Greyhound to Trap One. Greyhound to
Trap One. Do you read me? Over. Greyhound to
DOCTOR: Tell your men to fall back. Let the Daleks into the house.
BRIGADIER: Doctor, are you sure that
DOCTOR: It may not make military sense but it's the only way.
BRIGADIER: All right. Brigadier to all units. Let them pass! I say
again, let them pass! Re-group on the main road. Out!
DALEK 3: Where are the delegates?
DALEK 2: Where is the man Styles?
DALEK 3: They must be found and exterminated.
SHURA: Oh no, not this time. This time it's going
to be different.
(Shura triggers the bomb.)
(The house goes KaBOOM, leaving just a big cloud
of debris and a few walls.)
STYLES: What happened?
DOCTOR: Your conference has been saved, Sir Reginald. Now it's up to
you and your friends to make sure it's a success. You still have a
STYLES: Don't worry. We all know what will happen if we fail.
DOCTOR: So do we. We've seen it happen, haven't we, Jo?