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(WHOOSHING)

Leave the girl.

It's the man I want.

Take him to my laboratory.

(GROWLING)

(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)

Sarn, stop dithering.

Collecting this one has already put me behind schedule.

I don't want to harm him.

Seal it and label it.

(WHIRRING)

What are you waiting for?

BEYUS: You haven't given the name for the label.

Einstein.

(BEEPING)

Insolence could cost your people dearly, Beyus.

I'm sure Beyus did not mean to appear insolent.

He would never do that.

I find your incompetence more than enough

without listening to your puerile opinions.

Then why not let Sarn go?

You have me as a hostage, you don't need her.

I shall decide my needs.

They unfortunately require the use of Lakertyans.

You leave me with no illusions about the hatred that you hold for us.

Hatred? (SCOFFS) Another fantasy.

I have no feelings one way or the other.

Outside of these experiments, you have absolutely no significance.

I find your detachment difficult to understand.

All you need to understand is that these specimens are geniuses,

every one of them.

And unless they're kept in prime condition,

you'll have more than the miserable skin of this creature to worry about.

Have you managed to procure the means to repair your laboratory equipment?

Oh, yes, indeed I have.

DOCTOR: No, no, Mel.

(EXCLAIMING)

That was a nice nap. Now, down to business.

I'm a bit worried about the temporal flicker in Sector 13.

There's a bicentenary refit of the TARDIS to book in.

I must just pop over to Centauri Seven and then perhaps a quick holiday.

Right. That all seems quite clear. Just three small points.

Where am I? Who am I? And who are you?

The Rani! Stay back!

RANI: This is idiotic. You'll injure yourself.

Why should you care?

Since you were exiled from Gallifrey, you've had nothing but contempt

for all other Time Lords.

My contempt started long before my exile.

And what do you want with me? And where's Mel?

She's perfectly safe, but how long she remains so depends on you.

You're up to something. Perhaps I'll find the answer on this.

You won't recognise the planet. It's Lakertya.

And there's no evidence that it's ever been graced by your meddling presence.

You're trying to deflect me, so the answer is on here.

(BEEPING)

Quarks. One up. One down, one...

Strange matter.

That asteroid is composed of strange matter.

What monstrous experiment are you dabbling in now?

I didn't go to the trouble of bringing you here

just to discuss the ethics of my work.

Ethics? Don't be such a hypocrite.

Your past is littered with the mutilated results of your unethical experiments.

I had all I could take of that cant in our university days.

Am I expected to abandon my research

because of the side effects on inferior species?

Are you prepared to abandon walking, in case you squash an insect underfoot?

Stay away! Whatever you brought me here for, I'm having no part of it.

- RANI: Leave him there. - He may be hurt.

Sarn, don't interfere.

I'll deal with you later.

And that's the last time she will interfere.

- Stay away or I'll smash this. - Urak!

- I'll smash it to pieces! - Urak, get in here!

(GROWLING)

(BEEPING)

Urak, what's happening?

URAK: The female, Sarn, has escaped, Mistress Rani.

She won't get far.

(SCREAMING)

- See that the trap is reset. - URAK: Certainly.

Your powers are truly wondrous, Mistress Ran...

(CLICKS OFF)

- What's happened? - It need not concern you.

Roll up his sleeve.

Why are you doing this?

To make certain he suffers a healthy dose of amnesia when he wakes.

- BEYUS: Amnesia? - RANI: That's what I said.

Go on, run. Run!

The area is full of traps, as well you know.

Me? Why should I? This is insane!

Don't play the innocent. Your friends set this trap.

Look, it's all very well being upset but I...

Upset! Another of your obscene murders takes place...

Stop accusing me!

- This had nothing to do with me! - Lies!

If I didn't need you as a hostage, you'd be dead.

A hostage? For what?

To exchange for our leader.

Your friends took him prisoner.

Why do you keep calling them friends of mine?

You arrived from outer space, as they did.

Now they can have you back. On my terms.

(YELPS)

Where am I?

Who are you?

Mel! Melanie.

- Are you all right, Doctor? - All right? Am I?

Of course. And you?

Me? Yes, of course, why not?

Why not indeed. We both are.

(GASPING)

A bull in a barber shop.

A navigational guidance system distorter.

This would force any passing spaceship into landing here.

- Where are we, by the way? - In your laboratory.

On Lakertya. Doctor, are you sure you're well?

- Of course. Fit as a trombone. - Fiddle.

- Hmm? - Fit as a fiddle.

Are you? Nerves, I expect.

Now, let's see, uh... What were we up to, uh...

Mel, did you say your name was?

You don't remember me, do you?

- Do you? - Red hair.

I recall red hair.

Ahh! Who's that?

- Me! - No, standing next to you.

- That's you, Doctor. - Me?

No wonder I've lost my memory.

Look, you're supposed to be conducting an experiment,

not frightening yourself to death.

- Experiment? - Yes! It exploded

and threw you to the floor. Me, too.

Knocked us both cold. When I came round, you looked like this.

The explosion must have caused me to regenerate.

You mean, this is what you're going to be like permanently?

I want all mirrors removed from the TARDIS henceforth.

- So you remember the TARDIS, then? - Oh, yes.

The TARDIS.

And you. Mel.

There's something not out of sync.

I must be suffering from post-regeneration amnesia.

Oh, don't worry. It'll soon wear off.

Meanwhile, why not repair the machine? You said it was important.

Important? Did I?

I wonder what I was up to?

No, it seems pretty far gone.

- Need a genius to unravel it. - But you're a genius!

- Oh, yes, I definitely remember that. - Especially in thermodynamics.

- How did you know that, Mel? - Well, you told me.

You said it was your special subject when you were at university.

University?

You remind me of someone I used to know.

- When I was there. - Doctor, this machine,

it has to be repaired and you're the only person

with the knowledge to do it.

Your confidence in me is very flattering, Mel.

Will you listen?

How many more times do I have to tell you?

I'm not your enemy!

Look, can we start from scratch?

My name's Mel and I come from Earth.

- Your turn. - This is no game.

Oh, all right. Let's try another tack.

You claim I was alone when you found me.

Oh, don't go on about this Doctor again.

I have to!

There was no one else in the strange box.

- If he exists, he must have left you. - No way.

- The Doctor wouldn't do that. - If he had any sense he would.

- It's not even up for discussion. - Good, I shall enjoy the silence.

Watch out!

(EXCLAIMING)

Now will you accept that I'm not your enemy?

We must hurry. The TETRAPS will come to investigate.

Huh?

What made you think I was in league with them?

You're not Lakertyan. You don't belong on this planet.

Then they're human, like me?

No, not like you, although almost as hideous.

(URAK GROWLING)

- Come on. Come on. - Come on where?

Why I chose you as an assistant, I'll never know.

Perhaps I will when I've regained my memory.

But what is it you want?

Well, look at me. Can't you see?

Mop my brow!

(GRUNTS)

- What did you do that for? - It was your fault.

- A bad workman always blames his fools. - Tools! Blames his tools.

Do I detect a hint of bad temper, Mel? Why are you behaving so uppity?

Could it be you think yourself superior to me?

Now, how could I possibly think that, Doctor?

Quite.

Though at the moment, I feel far from superior.

- This is all a mystery to me! - But surely there's a catalyst.

Oh, yes, yes. Must you state the obvious?

I know that its functions diffuse the impulses from there with this goo.

But what's it for?

I'm beginning to think this set-up's got nothing to do with me.

- Why do you think that? - Omnipotence.

The mind behind this bag of tricks operates on a grand scale.

Well, all the more reason to suppose that it's you, Doctor.

Yes, but why do I have this overwhelming sense of foreboding?

Hold on. (PANTING)

- I need a breather. - We must keep moving.

What happened to the rest of your people? Won't they help?

No, they've been completely subdued.

We could at least try.

The only one they listen to is Beyus, our leader.

All right, let's go to him.

No, he's the hostage I wanted to exchange you for.

Shh. Listen.

Quickly.

We can't go that way, it's completely exposed!

For once, don't argue!

(BOTH PANTING)

Hopefully they'll think we've doubled back to stay undercover.

Always providing they don't flush us out first.

- Is this locked? - Yes.

You kept the combination number a secret?

- What's in there? - I have no idea.

Are you as clueless as you appear, Mel?

Oh, don't blame me, Doctor. I've never been inside. You wouldn't let me.

- Wouldn't I? - No.

You said the air wasn't sterile enough for humans.

That's it, then. I'm doing nothing until my memory returns.

- Nothing until I know what I'm about. - Oh, come on, now.

No. I will not work in the dark like this.

- But you thrive on challenge. - I'm adamant.

This could be some diabolical scheme.

- To do what? - That's the question.

Oh, Doctor, really.

(GIGGLES)

(TETRAPS BREATHING HEAVILY)

You're just over-excited. Here. Drink this.

Mmm?

- What is it? - Oh, just water.

Oh, you drink it. I don't want it. Don't try to humour me. Leave me alone.

You can't loll around. It's simply not like you.

How do you know what I'm like? I've regenerated.

I mean, look at me. Look at me.

Yes, you've changed outwardly.

But I'm sure you must still have the same sweet nature.

Perhaps this is my new persona. Sulky, bad-tempered.

I mean, think how I spoke to you earlier.

But you didn't mean it. I was at fault.

Even so, that's probably how I am now. You don't understand regeneration, Mel.

It's a lottery. And I've drawn the short plank.

Anyway, I need a radiation wave meter

and brilliant as I am, even I can't improvise that.

What about the TARDIS? Would there be a radiation wave meter there?

- The TARDIS? Do you know where it is? - Yes, of course.

Oh, good. I fancy a breath of fresh air.

- We'll both go. - No, wait.

- Urak. - URAK: Yes, Mistress.

Remove the girl from the TARDIS immediately.

URAK: She is not there, Mistress.

Well, then find her, you incompetent fool!

- Are you coming, Mel? - Yes, Doctor, coming.

(URAK GROWLING)

Rather unusual species. Can't say I recognise it.

Humanoid with reptilian influences, wouldn't you say, Mel?

Lakertyan. A race so indolent

they can't be bothered to bury their dead.

- Really? - Mmm.

I suppose we've explored this planet.

- I wish I could remember. - There's not a lot to remember.

The benevolent climate has induced lethargy.

They've failed to realise their full potential.

Rather a harsh judgement, Mel.

Not mine. Yours.

The more I know me, the less I like me.

- No one about. Come on. - No! It's too soon.

Not for me. I'm going to find the Doctor.

If he's been captured, he's as good as dead.

Were you born a pessimist or is it self-induced?

I'm a realist.

At least tell me where he'll be.

All right. I'll find him without you.

One thing about the Doctor, you can't miss him in that outfit.

(EXCLAIMS)

I wonder why he stood like this.

- Who? - Napolean Bonaparte.

No, I think not. Lacks my natural humility.

Doesn't look right without a horse.

I need something more dignified. Time Lord-ish.

A little portentous, perhaps, Mel?

"Pretentious" is the word.

Old hat?

Not frilled?

Howzat? Would that bowl a maiden over?

Yes, yes, yes.

Very elegant.

Ah, thank goodness in this regeneration

I've regained my impeccable sense of haute couture.

If you've finished preening, could we please get what we came for?

I'm sorry, but you seem to be losing control.

I was hallucinating. I had an overwhelming sense of evil.

And there was a word. Ra... Ra...

Radiation wave meter. That's what we came here for.

Oh, yes. Where do you reckon I'd keep it?

Tool room.

Won't be a jiffy. Absence makes the nose grow longer.

(SIGHS) Cretin.

(GROWLING)

Yes, Urak, what is it?

URAK: We have found the lost girl Mistress.

- Focus in on her. - URAK: Certainly, Mistress Rani.

Rani! That's the name, the evil name.

- Is that her, Doctor? - Oh, well, yes, it must be, yes.

- And she's evil? - Completely.

- Then she must be destroyed. - Destroyed?

Let's not be hasty.

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

(SCREAMING)

Doctor! Help!

(SCREAMING)

Help!

(SCREAMING)