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There she is.

So small I can reach out and... Crush it. Crush it.

Crush it. Quiet, Core. This is my moment of destiny.

Moment of destiny.

Moment of destiny.

Attention, Armory.

Prepare plasma cannons for firing.

Commence countdown.

I'm the king of the world.

The world. The world. The world.

Now, forget your Bonapartes, your Bodeciers, your Blackbeards even. What?

This, Martha Jones, this is Balthazar.

Scourge of the Galaxy, Corsair King of Triton of the 40th century, the greatest

despot that ever, ever lived.

This is just, just fantastic!

Yeah, it is kind of cool. Now, the thing about Balthazar... Scourge of the

Galaxy! Yeah, the most amazing thing about him is, he forged the ship

himself.

He didn't. By hand? Go on, tell her, Balthasar. I tended her by hand over

countless decades, burnished her into the greatest warship in history.

And not that long ago blew all of Earth's defence force from the sky.

He really shouldn't have done that.

He should have done that.

And now I'm going to envelop Earth in a field of plasma fire, superheat the

carbonites who crawl across its surface.

Really? So then all carbon-based life will be supercompressed in a plasma

field making... Diamonds!

Precisely. Yeah, well done. Yes, every living being turned into diamonds.

And the plan starts in seconds.

Now, that is a plan.

That is indeed a plan.

Is that not just the most incredible plan you've ever heard?

Oh, incredible.

But we're going to stop him, yeah?

By giving him this.

What? I like to stir things up.

Oh, shouldn't have done that.

And he shouldn't have broken your spoon because... That wasn't just any old

spoon. That spoon passed through the hands of the greatest chefs of planet

Earth. Fanny, Delia, Madame Cholet. That spoon was an antique.

Forged by the now extinct inhabitants of a planet which specialised in Ribicola.

Fungus. Oh yes, but not just any old fungus.

No, a special hydroxiding fungus.

There's been no treatment for it these last 2,000 years. Which is why, Father's

asked, go to the galaxy.

Your deck is busting away.

What?

No!

That's not ordinary rust.

No, I picked it up there. Give it a bit of zing, a bit of va-va-voom. Va-va

-voom! Va-va-voom! Doctor, you can't leave him. Not to the rust.

Oh, well.

Will Balthazar ever get caught?

Oh, I imagine so.

His luck can't hold out forever.

So what will happen, do you think?

In this era, most likely prison planet for him would be... Volagnoc.

Ah, that's where I'd take him if it was up to me.

Coldest place in the galaxy.

Brr, nasty.

Yup. Now, give me a number between zero and ninety-nine.

Forty-five.

And another.

Seventy-two.

Another. Three. What is this, galactic glory?

Destination setting.

And you, Martha Jones, have randomly chosen to take us to... Copacabana

Beach! Arriba!

I'll get you for this, doctor!

I'll make you sorry you were ever born!

Yes! 670 million miles an hour and a bit.

Rock on!

You're just a boy racer, aren't you?

Whoa! What was that? Emergency stop?

Search me. There's nothing in the manual.

Well, go on then. We've stopped.

Diagon gone to billody heaven.

Billody heaven?

Bloody heaven!

I know you.

It's Cor, isn't it?

Welcome to Farros, Miss Martha.

It's Cor's home.

How are you doing, Cor?

I like you, Miss Martha.

Oh.

That's for saving Cor's life all them years ago.

Thank you, Cor. It's really lovely.

Got some news for you, Doctor.

About Balthazar.

Let him out of Vorlag Nock. Vorlag Nock! I was right, Martha.

Yeah, great. Cor, why'd they release him from prison?

Say, he's reformed. But Cor reckons he's as bad as ever he was. He'll be coming

for Cor.

Cor sold him out for a bar of gold.

Or three.

What do you need gold for?

He eats it. He won't rest, Doctor.

He seeks his heart's desire and knows how to find it. He does?

The infinite.

Oh, that's just a legend.

What is?

Balthazar thinks different.

Thinks he knows how to find it.

Find what?

The infinite.

I got that, but what exactly is the infinite?

Well, let's just say there are things out there in space, Martha.

Things that predate our reality.

Relics from the dark times.

Oh, a fairy tale.

Oh, far, far more than that.

There was a time when the universe was so much smaller than it is now.

Darker, older time of chaos.

Creatures like the Ragnos, the Nestenes and the great vampires rampage through

the void.

And this Infinite, this is one of those relics from the Dark Time.

It's said that if anyone were to find the Infinite, they'd receive their

heart's desire.

And frankly, that's quite a thing to receive.

Yeah, but how's Balthazar going to find it?

That's how. What's that?

It's a data chip.

Part of a black box recorder.

Dark time technology.

Balthazar gave it to me for safekeeping.

Should be four of them.

You need to use each one to find the next.

And find all four, you find the infinite. Are we going on a quest, then?

No. The infinite stays lost. Nothing more than a legend.

As last custodian to the secrets of the universe, it's my duty to see it stays

that way.

He mustn't! He mustn't!

He's got a copy!

And I can't let someone like Balthazar, someone as corrupt and twisted as he is,

have access to that kind of power.

Cor, you'd better be right about this.

Planet Bukin.

Okay, here we go!

The tracker's in place.

Thank you, Cor. It's really lovely.

Then the Doctor's going to find me the infinite.

Going to find me my heart's desire.

Heart's desire.

Heart's desire.

And then I'll have my revenge.

Revenge. Revenge.

Ah, Martha, see those?

Artificial sons.

Never. Someone wanted the planet Bukin warmed up.

What are they?

Oil rigs. Oil rigs?

Hang on, they still need oil in the future.

It ran out on Earth. The corporations went drilling elsewhere.

So look at them. You'd think they were alive.

You think?

Run?

What now?

I'm open to suggestions.

Ah!

Why'd you do that?

Oh, Martha, you're brilliant.

Oh, yeah, now you're just showing off. Whoa!

Hoist the colours, Mr.

Mate. Aye, aye, Captain.

Let Oil Corps see that the black gold is in business.

Aye, aye, Captain.

I'm Swab, first mate aboard the Blast. Now then, Mr.

Mate, put her in reverse.

Aye, aye, Captain.

You two might want to hold on tight.

To the rail?

Aye, I can.

Take the strain, me hearty. Heave, lads!

All right, Swab, maximum power!

Aye!

Well, that I didn't expect.

Cut thrust, Mr. Mate. Ah, then pull the rig in. And siphon it, swab.

Hello there, Captain... Captain Calico. Hello, I'm the Doctor. Martha and I...

Doctor, why are they smashing up the oil rigs? I told you, it's the 40th century.

The last great oil corporations are sucking the solar system dry to feed

demand. Petrol prices have gone through the roof, of course, and the colonies

that can't afford to pay are dying.

Aye, and the oil companies call us pirates.

So you're smashing the rig, siphoning off the petrol, I see.

Robbing the rich to fuel the poor, but that's brilliant. What do you think we

should do with them, swab?

I don't know, cap'n.

Can't hear ya!

A skeleton crew.

Literally. Less of a drain on rations.

Now what I reckon is to land up in a place like this.

You dogs are either oil core spies or planning a spot of pirating yourselves.

Or, indeed, none of the above.

Either way, I don't want you on the black gold.

So ahoy there, me heartless hearties.

Throw these sand lovers overboard.

Swab, you swab. Is this mutiny? Yes.

Never, Captain Calico. Not mutiny.

No.

I just wondered if they'd be oil core spies.

Mayhaps we dispose of the bodies by putting them inside one of the oil rigs.

Make it look like an accident.

You're not as empty-headed as you seem, Mr. Mate.

We'll use the one we just keel-hauled. Aye, aye, Captain.

Don't worry, Doctor. Martha.

You're perfectly safe with me.

I seem to.

I don't think our Mr. Swab is all he's cracked up to be.

I wonder.

Said your prayers yet, Doctor?

So, um, sorry, let me see if I've got this right. We, somehow, get inside this

rig that you've drained of oil, and, um, then what? A quick blast from me mate

Swab's laser pistol.

The remaining oil ignites. Oil core find us dead inside.

Boiled in oil.

That's murder!

Accidents happen. Now me heart eats.

The plank.

Careful with that.

Me first.

I thought Swamp would have made his move by now.

What move? He's no pirate. If he thinks we're with this oil core, then my guess

is... That he is too?

Fingers crossed.

Ready?

I like your style, Doctor.

Shame you have to die.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Now, let us go or I'll destroy your ship.

What? With that?

No deal.

Oh, I wish you weren't so obstinate, Calico.

Oh, well.

Why's it not working?

Patience.

Sand in the mechanism. Hang on.

Success. And?

And? Hold on tight.

Cor, dog, you're damaging the black gold!

We're actually on your side, Captain. We came here to save you. It's all right,

Martha. The Captain's pirate days are over.

I'm with Oil Corps.

Told you.

And Oil Corps have promised me a new body to replace this bag of bones.

Same goes for you, me hearties. If you'll help me turn the Captain in...

They'll never turn on me.

Oh, no.

Thing is, Captain, Swab here seems to think Martha and I are with Oil Core 2.

You're not?

No. You're not?

No. Captain, we've come here to rescue you.

Why? Doesn't matter, Captain.

Your time is up.

Rigs, attack!

Lucky they're not great shots, sir! Define lucky!

No! No! More precision!

Fire with more precision!

Roll with it, Martha!

Doctor?

Doctor? Forget it! He's gone.

But at least I can think of a good use for you.

Oh, really? Yes!

My five-year service reward from Oil Corps is that I get to choose a new body

soon. And you know what?

I can see myself wearing yours.

Slinky, yeah.

Look, Hugh, me and the Doctor, we're not here to cause you and Oil Corps any

trouble, right?

We're on a mission. Oh, dead important one. Gotta collect these data chips, you

see. Stop this Balthazar guy from stealing a big spaceship called the

Infinite, which will give him, well, infinite power, I suppose, and that's a

bad thing, because he's not a nice bloke, I'm swore. Yeah?

Um, behind you.

Aye, aye.

Sorry.

Doctor!

Will the vile dog live?

Well, the sand seemed dead soft, so it probably broke his fall.

I'll get you for this!

Yep, he's okay.

You need some help with that. Could you... Doctor,

you said you'd come here for me.

What exactly did you mean by that?

Well... Your earring, Captain. You know what it is, really?

You're after the infinite, you fool!

Now, I was going to offer you both a berth on my next ship, but seeing as you

had an ulterior motive in rescuing me...

There's only

room for one in my lifeboat anyhow.

Looks like she came down somewhere near the TARDIS. We have to catch up with

that. If Balthazar gets that data chip and finds the Infinite... He gets his

heart's desire.

The destruction of you, me, and Earth.

Look.

Oh, no.

Surely the Four couldn't do that.

No.

She's been murdered.

Live by the Cutlass. Die by the Cutlass, it seems.

Doctor. I'm so sorry, Calico.

But we've got what we came for, Martha.

Let's see where we're going next.

Hang on, hang on. There could be anything out there.

Snakes like bendy buses, saber-toothed gorillas, anything.

Excellent.

Right, that way is Main Street, so that is probably downtown.

Where's the lights? Light? A city like this should be full of lights,

especially at night.

Doctor, they're bugs!

So I see.

And they're about to swarm.

What's the matter with you two?

Doctor? I know.

And what are you staring at?

Ah, thank you for the timely arrival. Mr, um... Maregras.

Ulysses Maregras. Good thing the bug's listed here.

We have an understanding.

I noticed. I'm here to provide their community, via their queen, with

protection.

What's that? What they need protecting from.

Hang on, those are warplanes.

What do you expect in a war zone?

A war zone?

Sonic Attack, incoming.

You know what, I think he's got the right idea.

Mother! Mother!

Look out!

Pretty, isn't it? If you like that sort of thing.

Careful! Don't touch what isn't yours, yet.

Breakages must still be paid for.

Besides which, they won't activate until I give your queen this key-coder to

switch everything on.

You alright?

Turns out the towers are built from dung. Not rock, but even so.

Yeah, I'm fine.

It's beautiful.

Really beautiful.

Well said, Martha Jones.

Ah, Martha Jones, the Mantisfit Queen.

The Mantisfit Queen, Mum. Martha Jones.

You're... Majesty?

Spot on. As I was saying, Your Majesty, these alien attackers... I hope you're

not putting a business proposition, Doctor. The bidding is over.

I won.

The grass is correct, Doctor. We have our military advisor already. We do not

need another.

Oh, military advisor, is it?

Interesting euphemism for gun-running.

Gun-running?

In the crates.

They've caught a pilot!

Mergrass, they've caught a pilot!

Stand well back! I want to see what it is you're fighting against.

Oh.

What are you?

Crush it!

Squash it! Get it away from me!

Wait, Doctor, it's... They're trying to kill me, I know!

No, it's panicking! Doctor, it's just frightened!

Oh.

Oh, oh, Martha, you are a marvel.

Calm, calm, calm, calm.

Shh, shh, shh, shh. Hey, hey, hey, I'm not going to hurt you.

Thank you.

Thank you so much.

Training didn't prepare me. I didn't... It's all right, it's all right, it's all

right. Calm down, you're fine now.

Sorry. My suit got damaged when I came down.

No air left.

I thought I was going to die.

I don't want to die.

Well, you didn't.

Fleshy biped.

We must be protected from fleshy bipeds. Destroy them all.

You can destroy them, Your Majesty, with the weapons you've bought.

What's your name, pilot?

Pilot Kelvin, sir. Well, Pilot Kelvin, what's wrong with you?

Picking a fight with a bunch of defenseless bugs?

We didn't start it.

Yes, we did. The fleshy bipeds have been trying to exterminate us, wipe us out.

No. You don't understand.

This is my... This... This was my home.

Where I was born, brought up.

We were here first.

Is this true?

This used to be a lovely place.

My parents had a homestead here.

Then the bugs arrived and drove the people out. I only joined up once...

Once my parents were killed. Killed? Why?

Why did you attack?

So many lovely animals they had here. So much lovely dung. You invaded this

planet for dung?

It's one of the last fertile planets in the galaxy.

If it falls, there'll be a famine like you wouldn't believe.

Your Majesty, if I may, my job here is done. I have supplied you with the means

to destroy your enemies. Your contract stipulates final payment on delivery.

Did it?

Guess what, Murgrouse?

I lied.

There will be no payment.

Mantasphids do not make deals with fleshy bipeds. Typical Mantasphid. I

should have listened to the others.

What others?

The prisoners.

There was a Mantasphid there, too.

Tipped me off about this little war, so I decided to do the deal.

You were in prison?

Good grief, no.

I was a broker, a dealer.

I would get letters and gifts to the inmates, and in return... You got well

paid? Of course.

But the governor always said that you could never trust a mantisfied. The

governor of which prison was this?

Volagnoc, perhaps?

Volagnoc? But isn't that where Balthazar was?

You know of Balthazar?

Like ships. They're coming back.

Bugs defend us. They'll destroy it all. We're going to die here too unless we

get out of here. Forget it. You can't get far enough away.

Why not? Because Earth Command can't afford to lose this planet.

You see, they'll even sacrifice me.

Your Majesty, listen to me. There might still be a way.

Ah, Doctor.

This is a fleshy biped thing, is it not? Never say die. Yeah, exactly.

Fleshy bipeds are very stupid creatures.

But the fight goes on. We'll win this war yet.

Pilot Kelvin, what will they do to the city?

Well, the plan was spatial disintegration of this hundred mile

vector. They're going to burn us out of space and time.

Kale's all known bugs.

Dead.

So we stand here while they vaporize us?

Mergrass, what do we do?

You're asking me?

You are my military advisor.

You know tactics. You know weapons.

Help us.

I'd have happily helped you when I thought I was getting paid. But without

this, the weapons are useless.

And without my money, you get nothing.

Mergrass?

Mergrass? Come back!

We need to keep track of Mergrass. He has the data chip. We need to continue

this treasure hunt.

It is decided.

How do we surrender to the fleshy bipeds?

Ah, at last. Violet Kelvin, have you got a communication system with you? Inside

my helmet, sir, but it was damaged when I crashed. Oh, soon I learned so, did I?

Hurry! Hurry!

We want to surrender!

Doctor, there's no protocol for negotiation with the Mantisfids. Then

make one!

I can't! They invaded our homes, killed our families!

They are also living, sentient beings that have a right to exist.

Maybe not here, but somewhere.

Mantisfid hive destruction commences in 60 seconds. Ooh, that's not good.

Please, Doctor, hurry!

Doctor! Listen, if the bugs can't surrender, surely we can, can't we?

You are brilliant!

Pilot, tell him to open up a visual channel.

Control, this is Pilot Calvin.

Imperative, you open a visual link to this helmet's communication system now.

Please respond.

Roger. Hey, Doctor!

Ahoy there, ye Earth Command nobodies!

You got Doctor File, Pirate of the Constellations, giving you a big white

flag!

That is, me and me man...

We've been ruling over these insect raiders.

Hell, they're queenie hostage.

What? We asked for that.

You guys beat it. Come on in and guess.

We surrender.

That should do it.

What have you done, Doctor?

Taken the right for you, Queenie. Ended your war.

They'll never believe it.

You reckon?

All units, hive destruction cancelled.

Your priority now is to apprehend male human. Code name, Doctor Vile.

How can we thank you, Doctor?

Easy. Work with the humans, not against them. Young Kelvin here can make a great

ambassador. Me? Now, listen, Your Majesty. The humans' farms will need

power. Light and heat are hard to come by in an oil-starved universe, right?

And you're naturally phosphorescent.

Think you can make a deal?

And you'll get all the dung you could ever want.

Brilliant!

So what's next?

We should get Adler out of here before Kelvin's mates arrive.

Good luck, everyone!

What now?

Catch up with Murgross and go?

Oh, we've found him.

No, no!

Sudden dehydration.

Take the data chip and let's go.

We can't just leave him. It's like Captain Calico all over again.

Isn't it just?

But Martha, we can't stay. We're criminals, remember?

Next data chip located. It's... It's... Where?

Is it bad?

Are you wearing thermals?

Come on, you!

Where are we going?

Where are we, full stop?

Well, we've now met two people from the prison on Vol Agnock, right?

Right, but there's no prison here.

You were saying?

Doctor!

I thought you'd never get here.

We're visitors. Visitors, mind!

This item is confiscated.

What? Scanning for malfeasance.

No convictions.

No confirmation of criminal activity.

Well, obviously.

Scanning.

3,005 outstanding convictions. That many?

Doctor, it's an unfair call.

Prison cell 8447.

The governor will see you now. Oh, good.

Great. I think.

Oh, hello.

You're clearly an android, and I'm your new cellmate.

You alright?

It hurts.

I'm the doctor.

Tell me the trouble.

Interesting. You're the governor here.

It's been a terrible mistake. We don't make mistakes, old holic. Safe?

But my friend's been... Close.

You were saying?

I... Ah, yes, your friend.

We're still collating charges, but he's been a very naughty boy.

Minor traffic violations, 1,400 counts.

Evading library fines, 250 counts.

Come on, that's nothing serious.

Planetary demolition.

How many counts?

Seventeen. No, eighteen.

Ouch. And all dating back three thousand years.

Well, I'm sure he had his reasons. Maybe so, but these charges have been

extracted from his own brain. He knows what he's guilty of. And they've earned

him, let's see now, two billion years in prison.

Two billion? He really should have taken back those library books.

Hang on.

There's more.

There's something here about a Dr. Vile, wanted for piracy, as well as his

accomplice, you.

So, anyway, Cor then said, did I mention Cor before? Big metal bird, eats gold

for breakfast. Anyway, he told us that...

Balthazar is after the infinite, the legendary starship that has the power to

create your heart's desire.

You might know Balthazar, nasty flea, used to live in this place apparently.

Anyway, we're having to chase around, stopping here for... Oh, oh, sorry,

sorry.

Hang on.

You've been inhibited.

I have.

You couldn't commit a crime if you tried.

I could not.

Then you shouldn't be here at all, though I'm not having this.

Thank you.

Right then, we'll have to dig our way out.

Don't suppose you concealed the teaspoon. I lost mine. There is a more

direct way.

Now.

What was that?

Warder, what's up with the lights?

Power fluctuation detected, Governor. A cell has been opened from within.

Opened? Where?

Cell 8447.

That cell is off limits.

Didn't your tin pet there put the doctor in cell 8447?

No, I gave explicit orders no one were to be put in with the governor.

The governor, were you going to say?

I saw that data chip in your safe, so if you're not the governor, who are you?

Don't you get it?

He's escaped.

Your friends let him out.

And we've only been here five minutes.

Nice one, Doctor.

What's doing that?

Locke.

Hello, Master Jones.

You'll never guess who I'm with.

The real governor?

Oh, you guessed.

Thing is, if Locke here is the governor, who are you?

Warder.

You've done what you've done.

Letting him out.

Hang on, hang on. Hold this for a moment, will you?

But there's nothing on it. It's psychic. And it tells me you're Constantine

Ethelred Gurney, prisoner.

Convicted of larceny, blackmail, fraud, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah.

Released. Released!

I did my time. I got let out. I broke back in.

That's new.

Why? Because of him.

Living here in luxury.

He's an android.

He doesn't even need it. But me?

There are people across the seven galaxies who still want my head on a

plate. Putting my face on wanted posters.

Wanted, dead or alive, open brackets, preferably dead. Close brackets, yeah, I

get the picture.

There was this guy I met, sold me a nifty little programme on the waters.

They saw me as Locke, and Locke as me.

This guy, name him Murgrass by any chance? You know him, great guy.

Anyway, I kept Locke safely locked up until you come along.

Free at last, Gurney. Not now, Mr Locke, we had a deal. No.

Deals. Creatures like Gurney are beyond redemption.

Their rehabilitation is pointless.

Order. All the prisoners in Volagnoc are beyond rehabilitation.

They must die.

Messing cell sterilization on your command.

You can't! Stop it! Stop it now! It's not their fault! It's the only way to

cure them.

Safe!

It's the only way.

It's the only way. Doctor, the prisoners!

I'm on it.

Gurney, how do we stop the killing? I need to use that program, murder our

soldiers, so the warders won't take Locke's orders anymore.

No longer my problem, Doctor. I'm getting out of here. The day is here!

Gurney!

Stop! Stop!

It's the only way.

Order terminated.

Oh, yes.

Skill.

Now, where's my sonic screw gun?

Why? You'll do yourself a damage.

There's nowhere to run, Gurney. I've got to get away from here.

Gurney?

Gurney? Greener than a seasick kitten hides you. Take me with you in your

ship. I can't fly the TARDIS.

If that's so, then you're no use to me.

It can't be.

What?

Revenge! Finally!

Bautism!

The final data chip! At last!

Gurney, no!

Cor!

Oh no, you don't!

Cor? Sorry, Miss Martha.

Caused me the dirty birdie.

So you were working with him all the time, weren't you?

You sent us on this hunt for the data chips on his orders.

I'm sorry.

It's the gold, see?

He promised me all the gold I could eat.

Cor.

Kearney.

He got me right in the fusion chamber.

I'm done for now.

There must be something I can do.

There's not.

Doctor! Doctor, listen, we have to help him. We have to do something, please.

Core runs on gold fusion.

Once his reactor's burned out, that's it.

Core?

Core!

Good afternoon, Doctor.

We have some unfinished business.

Get in.

Turn around.

Hands in the air.

So how'd you find us? It's very tricky to track a TARDIS. I had insider

information. Have you met Squawk?

My brooch!

This little accessory has helped me track you every step of the way.

Fly away, birdie.

An accessory to murder.

Surely that's you, Doctor.

You needed a little bit of help collecting the data chips.

I knew my poor old cellmates, who told me all about the Infinite, would never

willingly give you theirs.

First there was Calico.

Then there was Magros.

Now he dried up very quickly.

And that was Gurley's.

Pick it up.

This is why you needed me, isn't it? You knew only my TARDIS could track each

data chip from planet to planet.

I knew only you would have something that could read data chips older than

recorded history itself.

Off you go.

The Hesperus Galaxy.

Next.

And that'll be the Keres system.

It's a map.

Telling us the location of the Infinite. Keep going.

I spy asteroid 7574... B?

Yeah, B. Set your controls.

We're going. This isn't a taxi!

Set the controls or Miss Martha gets skewered.

Look, Balthazar, the Infinite.

It's a myth. A legend.

But even if it does exist, even if it contains a fraction of the power

everyone claims, it'll consume you.

Destroy you.

No, it'll give me my heart's desire, Doctor.

So set the controls!

That's the course laid in?

Yes. And all you have to do is push the button?

Well, more or less.

Then I don't need you anymore.

Do I?

No!

Doctor!

Ah,

Martha? No.

No! Martha!

Martha!

She'll be back.

He's a thousand light years away, alone in the cold.

We won't be seeing him again for a while.

Well, before I get my heart's desire, anyway.

She's huge.

The wreck of the infinite.

At last.

She was smashed to bits centuries back.

Flotsam spread out over half the galaxy.

Found out on Volag Nock that Calico, Magrath, and Dernie had all come by bits

of the flight recorder.

Aw, and they wouldn't share them with you?

Not even with each other.

This X marks the spot.

In you go.

You're looking for the hold.

The hold?

Won't that be... Done.

Yeah.

Diagnosis. No bones broken.

That's something.

Hello?

Hello?

Hello?

Doctor! I knew it! I knew you'd be back!

Wait a minute.

How?

Girl.

Girlie.

Martha.

Watch out, Bo!

What? Ahoy there!

Meet Spock.

Don't cry out there.

Spock.

Doctor!

Out for the count, squawk.

And I thought I could rely on you at least.

Doctor says you're a bad influence, like you were me dad.

And now I have exactly what you need. Gold.

Lots and lots of lovely, glittering gold. Keep you fed for years.

Oi!

What do I keep on telling you? Don't listen to the villains.

That hurt.

Where is she?

Where's Martha?

But what about the treasure?

The heart's desire.

Of course.

You're not the Doctor.

My heart's desire indeed.

You have it.

No. No.

No!

Excuse me. I think that's my friend you're scaring.

Hiya. Can you make him go away?

That's up to you, I'm afraid. You conjured him up.

But how am I supposed to... Heart's desire.

I don't believe I walked into this.

Gotcha. I said I don't believe this.

Oh, yes!

Oh, don't even try to find my heart's desire.

Hello, you.

Proper you.

Ha!

Now then, aren't you going to ask me how I got here?

And hear all about my adventures on Volagnoc? How I bottle-fed Squawk with

molten gold and reprogrammed Locke to run a better prison?

It's been three years, you know.

Three years?

Well, two and three quarters.

Regained a bit of that by flying past Lightspeed, of course.

Lightspeed? How?

I gave Squawk's engines a bit of pep, a bit of zing.

I knew you'd be back.

So, this is the infinite.

Every pirate and freebooter and treasure hunter dreams of being the one to find

this. Their hearts desire.

What did it show you, by the way?

Doesn't matter.

Didn't work on me.

Anyway, whatever power this place once had is fading away daily.

Whole ships only held together by wishes and hopes.

There's nothing living here, is there?

Not now.

One of the great old ones was once. It died out here.

Alone and lost.

Screaming its rage and fury into the solitude until its unique power

dissipated. Just left a little fading echo.

Enough to give us a glimpse of our heart's desires.

Oh, no.

Gold.

Diamonds. Treasure, Doctor. Enough treasure to buy me a new ship.

A whole fleet, and I can destroy you, Earth, Volagnoc, and everything in

between. Oh, be Scourge of the Galaxy again. Is that the best you can think

of? It's not real.

It's just an echo of the power. He's not listening, Martha.

Ships so old and rusted, just held together by wishful thinking.

Come on, Captain Useless.

Sorry, full up. There'll be another one along in a minute.

No, Spectre, you can't leave me here!

Oh, yes.

Yes. Start giving me some random numbers. Oh, not again.

Come on, it'll be fun!

When do I ever let you down?