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(DOCTOR WHO THEME)

A 1929 Humber 16/50 open tourer,

Imperial model.

Do you realise this car
has the same chassis

as the 3.5 litre Humber Super Snipe?

Crude, heavy and inefficient.

This car is a classic, Turlough.

It's dull and fat and ugly.

Just like you, Hippo.

-Turlough...
-We're going for a ride.

-You can't drive the car!
-Watch me.

-We'll be caught.
-Who will know?

-Oh, Turlough, we can't.
-Oh, come on, Hippo.

Just to the end of the drive and back.

You're not afraid, are you?

-Come on!
-Turlough...

(CROWD MURMURING)

(CAR HORN HONKING)

Hey, you said
just to the end of the drive!

But you haven't got a licence, Turlough.

So? Who needs one?

Oh, go back to the school, please!

(CHUCKLES)

Oh, Turlough, slow down, please.

(LAUGHING)

You're on the wrong side
of the road, Turlough!

This car's a classic.
Isn't that what you said, Hippo?

Look out!

(CAR TYRES SCREECHING)

-Who are you?
-A friend.

-What is this place?
-There's no need to be afraid.

-Then tell me who you are!
-Your guardian.

One who has your interests at heart.

-Am I dead?
-Merely sleeping.

I don't think I'd really care if I were.
I hate Earth.

-You would like to leave?
-Is it possible?

-All things are possible.
-Then get me away from here, please!

But first,
we should have to discuss terms.

He'll be all right. No bones broken,
just a slight concussion.

It's a wonder they weren't both killed.

What's the damage
at your end, Brigadier?

Eh?

In 30 years of soldiering,

I've never encountered
such destructive power

as I have seen displayed here and now
by the British schoolboy.

-Well, how is he?
-He's been lucky. He'll be all right.

We haven't much longer.

I need to know that I have your assent
to our arrangement.

You'll find me
the most accommodating of partners.

But murder?
I'm not sure I could go that far.

You will be destroying one of
the most evil creatures in the universe!

He calls himself the Doctor.

Why can't you destroy him?
You have the powers.

I may not be seen to act in this.
I must not be involved.

-I need time to think.
-There is no time!

Yes or no?

-Don't send me back to Earth, please!
-Yes or no?

Yes.

(LAUGHING EVILLY)

He's coming round.

(EXCLAIMING)

Steady on, old chap.
You had a bit of a knock.

TEGAN: Doctor?

I am free of the Mara, aren't I?

Tegan, Tegan, Tegan.

-I'm scared.
-There isn't any need to be.

I'm still having terrible dreams.

It's your mind's way
of coping with the experience.

You've suffered a great deal.

That could have been prevented

if that Dojjen person
had destroyed the Great Crystal.

No, he couldn't.
The Mara could only be destroyed

during the process of its becoming.

It had to be trapped
between modes of its being.

The feelings of hate...
Doctor, I couldn't go through it again.

Well, you're completely free of it now,
Tegan.

For you, the Mara is dead forever.

For all of us, I hope.

Indeed.

Can you take me back to Earth?

-You want to leave us?
-Want to rest.

Want to be surrounded
by familiar things.

You'll forget the Mara, Tegan.

It won't always be
as painful as it is now.

-Warp ellipse cut out?
-Can't be.

That would mean we were near an object

in a fixed orbit
in time as well as space.

And what's the probability of that?

Several billion to one against.

Are you trying to scare me?

Or is this your way of telling me
we've broken down again?

I'm afraid
it's much more serious than that.

-Right, into bed with you, young man.
-Oh, Matron, I'm perfectly all right.

Mild concussion and shock.
You heard what Dr Runciman said.

-We don't want complications, do we?
-I'm not going to bed!

Just this once,
you can do as you're told.

You're in enough hot water already.

-Matron, where did this come from?
-It was in your jacket.

And that was in a fine old mess,
I don't mind telling you.

-Good afternoon, Headmaster.
-Is it, I wonder.

-Well, Turlough, how are you feeling?
-Much better, thank you, sir.

Which is more than the Brigadier
can say for his car.

I don't understand you.

You make no effort at games,
you refuse to join the CCF,

you do little or no work in class,
though you have a first-rate mind,

and now this.

-I wasn't driving, you know, sir.
-What?

-The Brigadier's car.
-But Ibbotson said...

I didn't want Ibbotson
to get into trouble, sir.

I only went along in case he got hurt.

I knew he wasn't really able
to drive it and, well...

I see.

(MATRON CLEARS THROAT)

Turlough must get some sleep,
Headmaster.

Of course, Matron.
I'll look in again later.

So you are real.

I thought it was just a dream.

BLACK GUARDIAN: Waking or sleeping,
I shall be with you

until our business is concluded.

Are we safe?

There's a chance something's
on a collision course with the TARDIS.

-Don't you know?
-Well, there's a chance of anything.

Statistically speaking, if you gave
typewriters to a tree full of monkeys,

they'd eventually produce
the works of William Shakespeare.

-Doctor!
-But you and I know

that, at the end of the millennium,
they'd still be tapping out gibberish.

And you'd be tapping it out
right alongside them.

I only asked you a simple question.

Doctor, something's coming straight
for us.

We've got to get out of the way!

We can't. We've converged
with the warp ellipse.

-Doctor!
-Hold this steady!

TEGAN: We're gonna crash.

I'll try and materialise
onboard the ship. Hold tight!

(WHOOSHING)

Why am I still on Earth?

BLACK GUARDIAN: Patience, Turlough.

Already the elements of chance
are ranged against the Doctor.

Soon he will be separated
from the TARDIS and in your power.

Go to the hill, boy,
to the obelisk and wait.

There I will instruct you further.

(CHATTING)

HEADMASTER: Do you realise, Ibbotson,
what you did is a criminal offence?

If it weren't for the good name
of the school,

I'd hand you both over to the police.

I shall be writing to your parents,
needless to say.

(BRIGADIER CLEARS THROAT)

Oh, Ibbotson. And what have you
got to say for yourself?

Please, sir. I'm very sorry, sir.
But it wasn't my fault, honestly.

I'm really sorry, sir.

Ah, Headmaster,
I trust you flogged that young man

within an inch of his life.

Thank you, Brigadier,

but I feel that we should wait
until Turlough is restored to health

before we take any legal
or disciplinary action.

-You realise that car was unique?
-Quite.

But I feel sure that you will agree that
we must do what is best for the school.

Yes, well...
Oh, if you say so, Headmaster.

Mind you, you can't really
take it out on Ibbotson.

It's my view that he was led into this
by Turlough.

Oh, we've got a rotten one there.

I'm not so sure.
I had a word with Turlough.

He said he only went along
to protect Ibbotson.

(SCOFFS) Cunning as a fox.

-You don't believe him, of course?
-I don't know.

I'd be reluctant to do anything
to jeopardise the boy's future.

-Have you spoken to his parents?
-I thought you knew.

They're dead.
I deal with a solicitor in London.

And a very strange man he is, too.

(DOOR OPENING)

-Are you awake, Turlough?
-What do you want?

Listen, the Head's going to write
to my parents.

The police may be called in
to investigate.

-We could be expelled!
-It's all right, Hippo.

I've spoken to the Head.
I told him it was all my fault.

-I say, did you really, Turlough?
-So you won't get the boot,

-just beaten, I expect.
-Oh.

Well, they'll beat you
when you're better.

Oh, no, they won't.

Hey, you can't get up
till Dr Runciman says so.

Goodbye, Hippo.

Oh, Turlough,
you can't leave me on my own!

Oh, please, Turlough!

-Strange ship.
-No sign of any passengers.

Probably having cocktails
with the captain.

What?

Well, I mean, it's more like
the Queen Mary than a spaceship.

I take it back, it's not the Queen Mary,
it's the Marie Celeste.

You'd think, on a long journey,

they'd want something
a little more cheerful.

(MONITOR BEEPING)

Everything on this ship
is designed for pleasure.

I have a weird feeling the warp ellipse
will be travelling for a very long time,

possibly through infinity.

Well, it's certainly no prison ship.

-Where are we going?
-Don't ask questions!

Oh, wait for me.

Could you fly this thing, Doctor?

You don't fly a ship like this,
it's in perpetual orbit.

-Amazing.
-Doctor?

There's a length-of-flight indicator.
This ship's been in orbit 3,000 years.

No wonder there's no one onboard.

(PANTING) Now what?

We wait.

BLACK GUARDIAN: The base of the urn,
press it.

Release the camouflage screen
protecting the capsule.

(MONITOR BEEPING)

-Doctor, look at this.
-Mmm.

Transmat terminal.

(BEEPING)

And in the transmit mode.

The crew escaped in a life raft?

Well, someone certainly left the ship,
almost six years ago.

Where to?

Earth.

What is it?

A transmat capsule.

Don't you know anything?

The ship's orbit takes it within range
of Earth for six years.

Someone might come back.

Anytime. Come on,
let's get back to the TARDIS.

Keep back!

Turlough!

BLACK GUARDIAN:
The controls of the vessel

are of no interest to you, Turlough.

But it's a ship. I can get home!

I did not bring you here
so that you could return home.

Your concern is with the Doctor.

You will obey me in all things.

Let me go.

-Remember the agreement between us!
-Yes.

You will seek out the Doctor
and destroy him.

Of course.

I will seek out the Doctor

and destroy him.

Quickly!

(SIGHS)

IBBOTSON: Sir! Sir!

(IBBOTSON PANTING)

It's Turlough, sir!

-What?
-We were on the hill, sir,

and there was this
great, big, silver ball,

and Turlough went inside
and disappeared!

(BEEPING)

-Now what?
-The TARDIS won't dematerialise.

If you took
more regular exercise, Ibbotson,

not only would your body
be less disgusting,

but you'd enjoy a healthier imagination.

I didn't imagine it, sir.

Take it from me, boy,
a solid object just can't dematerialise.

Turlough!

-What's happening?
-I wonder.

I might have known.

Doctor?

Where are you going?

(MONITOR BEEPING)

DOCTOR: The transmat beam,
it's been operated.

The signal is interfering
with the TARDIS.

Look!

It must have just returned.

Well, how is the transmat signal
jamming us?

Well, the capsule and the TARDIS
must be dimensionally very similar.

And the beam's still functioning.

It's supposed to cut out
when the capsule completes its journey.

-Well, can you switch it off?
-I hope so.

I hope so, too. I don't fancy a non-stop
mystery tour of the galaxy.

Ah!

-You found the fault?
-In a manner of speaking.

-It's on Earth.
-Earth?

If these readings are correct,
it's 1983 on Earth.

So?

Well, the capsule
originally left the ship six years ago?

-1977.
-Yes.

I wonder what's it's been up to
all that time.

-Come on, back to the TARDIS!
-Doctor, wait!

What's the matter?

Well, if that thing's back,
then someone could be onboard the ship!

Who are you?

-Turlough again.
-I'm sorry, Headmaster,

but he was missing
when I came in with Dr Runciman.

-And there's no sign of Ibbotson either.
-I must talk to the Brigadier.

I sent a boy round to his quarters,
but the Brigadier's disappeared, too.

This is Turlough.

-Where did you come from?
-The transmat capsule.

Earth?

The capsule just appeared.
It was very strange.

And you just walked in?

(MURMURING)

-All set.
-Where are you going?

Earth, via the transmat capsule.

-Is it safe?
-Well, it worked one way.

Once I've disconnected the beam
jamming the TARDIS,

-you should follow me through to Earth.
-May I come with you?

-You'll be safer in the TARDIS.
-Please!

All right, why not. See you on Earth!

Good luck.

Come on.

It's a pity those things
don't have a wider range.

(BEEPING)

Still, at least we're here in one piece.

Transmat capsules can do
very nasty things to organic structures

if they're not properly maintained.

(BEEPING INCREASES)

(BEEPING STOPS)

-I don't trust that boy.
-Oh, I don't know,

I thought he was rather nice.

Nobody from Earth is just going
to walk into a transmat capsule.

As you did into the TARDIS
on the Barnet Bypass?

Hmm.

In the name of all that is evil,

the Black Guardian orders you
to destroy him now!

Now, boy. Do it now.