One - The Space Museum
(This planet has an array of spaceships on it. The
Tardis materialises, and everybody is wearing their ordinary clothes,
not the Crusader ones they had on when they became immobile at the end
of the last episode. The Doctor moves first, then Vicki.)
DOCTOR: Oh, lights. Oh, thatís better. Ah, good! Well now, we seem to
have materialised much quicker than I thought.
IAN: Doctor, weíve got our clothes on.
DOCTOR: Well, I should hope so, dear boy. I should hope so.
BARBARA: No, Doctor. Our ordinary, everyday clothes.
DOCTOR: Well, upon my soul, yes. Yes. Now isnít that extraordinary?
Yes, we were wearing those cloaks and things, werenít we? Well, I must
say, itís going to save us a lot of bother changing. Yes. Now, lets see
where we are, shall we?
IAN: Doctor! You canít dismiss it like that! We were standing here in
thirteenth century clothes. We canít suddenly
DOCTOR: My dear boy, itís over and done with. Now lets forget it. See
where we are. Come along, pay attention.
VICKI: But Doctor, where are the clothes we were wearing?
DOCTOR: I expect, child, theyíre hanging up where theyíre supposed to
be. If youíre that much concerned, go and have a look.
VICKI: All right. I will.
DOCTOR: And on your way back, bring me glass of water please, Iím very
DOCTOR: Oh, dear, dear, dear. Now where were we? All this fussation
about a change of clothes. You know, its so simple. Itís time and
relativity, my dear boy. Time and relativity. Thatís where the answer
IAN: I dare say it does, Doctor, but weíd be a lot happier if you would
explain it to us.
DOCTOR: Yes, yes, I know. Well, at the moment there isnít time. Now,
just pay attention, will you? (Looking up at the scanner.) Whatís this?
VICKI [OC]: Doctor! Our crusading clothes are here.
DOCTOR: Good, good! There you are, you see? Yes, you see?
[Tardis living area]
(Vicki gets a glass of water from the dispenser,
but drops it. Then the broken pieces reverse and reform into a complete
glass of water again)
DOCTOR: Well, the scanners functioning. Looks like
desert to me.
BARBARA: Oh look! Spaceships!
(On the scanner, the multitude of spacecraft appears.)
BARBARA: Well, itís so quiet, it could be a graveyard.
IAN: No, more like a launching pad to me. Maybe itís a dumping ground.
DOCTOR: No, I donít think so, my boy, no. No, all those things up there
come from a different period.
BARBARA: Well, there isnít any sign of life. Look! Thereís a building.
What do you make of that, Doctor?
DOCTOR: Well, Iím afraid I canít give you any answers here, my dear.
IAN: You mean you want to go and have a closer look, eh?
DOCTOR: Yes, I donít see why not. After all, the readings say itís
BARBARA: Safe? Well the readings donít always tell us everything, you
(Vicki brings the glass of water and the Doctor drinks it)
DOCTOR: Oh, thank you, my dear. Thank you. So you dropped a glass, did
VICKI: Yes, Doctor.
DOCTOR: Well, donít look so concerned, child. Itís quite easily
VICKI: Doctor, it doesnít have to be. It all came together again and
jumped up into my hand. Well, if you donít believe me, you can go and
look. There hasnít been time to clear it up yet.
DOCTOR: Oh, yes, yes, yes, we believe you, child. Yes, we believe you.
VICKI: Honestly, thatís exactly what happened.
BARBARA: You dropped a glass, and it came together again in your hands?
VICKI: With the water in it.
DOCTOR: Well, look! Look! You see where weíve landed? On a museum.
IAN: A museum?
BARBARA: A space museum, yes!
DOCTOR: Precisely. If you take a closer look at those objects, youíll
see that some of them are more advanced in design. Itís quite a natural
IAN: Oh, well, someone must be in charge of them.
DOCTOR: Yes, we shall find that out. And Iím sure you will agree with
me, there are several things that we would like an answer to. So I
suggest we go outside and take a look for ourselves, hmm?
IAN: Dust everywhere. Maybe you were right about
(The Doctor locks the Tardis)
VICKI: Hey, Doctor. Come here and have a look at this.
DOCTOR: Well, isnít that extraordinary? Iíve never seen erosion in such
an advanced stage. The whole planet appears to be completely dead.
DOCTOR: Non-existent, extinct.
IAN: Oh? Iíve always associated extinction with extreme cold. You know,
something like the dark side of the moon. Havenít you?
DOCTOR: Well, I must say, the atmosphereís quite pleasant.
BARBARA: Well, maybe itíll get colder as it gets dark.
DOCTOR: Yes, I think we shall just have to go and search for the
answers, and as thereís always the element of danger in the unknown, I
suggest we keep closer together. Is that clear?
VICKI: Oh, er, yes, Doctor.
DOCTOR: Good, good. Now Iíll take the lead and lets try and find those
buildings we saw on the scanner.
DOCTOR: Oh, what is it now, dear boy?
IAN: Weíre walking on dust. Several inches thick, Iíd say.
DOCTOR: Yes, yes, so it appears, hmm.
IAN: Then why arenít we leaving any footprints?
DOCTOR: Yes, thatís curious, isnít it? Yes, very curious.
(The walls of the museum are made of something very
alien, with triangular bits sticking out to form a texture)
BARBARA: What an extraordinary building.
IAN: Yes. This looks like the only door.
BARBARA: No windows either.
DOCTOR: Well, we certainly havenít met anyone yet.
VICKI: Maybe there isnít anybody.
DOCTOR: How are we going to get in there?
IAN: Well, I donít know. There doesnít seem to be any way of opening
BARBARA: Have you noticed something? I mean something very peculiar.
IAN: Well, everythingís peculiar.
DOCTOR: My dear Barbara, if youíve seen something or somebody, thereís
no sense in talking in riddles, is there?
BARBARA: No Doctor, not seen. Its the silence. When we stop talking,
there isnít a sound. Listen. Itís the sort of silence you can almost
IAN: More and more like a graveyard.
DOCTOR: Oh, thatís quite enough. Now stop it. You'll have us all
imagining things. There must be an explanation of this little
(The doors open showing two people coming towards them)
IAN: Thereís someone coming!
DOCTOR: Hide quickly!
DOCTOR: Up against the wall. Quick!
(Barbara stops Vicki sneezing as two men in white approach. But as they
go past Vicki does sneeze)
VICKI: Iím sorry! It just came out.
BARBARA: Itís all right, Vicki. They didnít hear it.
IAN: They were only a few feet away.
BARBARA: I know.
DOCTOR: Itís extremely doubtful that they were both deaf. However, the
fact is, they didnít hear. Now, letís see whatís in here.
[Museum entrance hall]
(Some mechanical equipment and a spacesuit on
BARBARA: Well, there arenít any windows.
DOCTOR: No, I think thereís probably something in the atmosphere that,
er, has a very slow destructive property, er, hence the lack of
BARBARA: Yes, but I donít understand where the light comes from?
DOCTOR: Oh, I think that might just be some florescent substance in the
walls. Yes, well, I think you two must admit that my assumption as to
where we were, has been proved correct.
IAN: Yes, we might almost be in a museum at home.
VICKI: Except that there are no little men following you about telling
you not touch things.
DOCTOR: Well, you just pretend there are, young lady, and keep your
hands to yourself.
BARBARA: Well, everything seems quite normal.
DOCTOR: Well why not? Why shouldnít it be? Itís quite natural. After
all, you have objects of historical interest on Earth, so why not a
museum in space? I always thought Iíd find one someday.
IAN: Those two men we saw must have been guards. Who started all this,
do you think, Doctor?
DOCTOR: Well, I suppose the answer's here somewhere. Thatís what weíve
got to find out. Letís go and have a look in that other room.
[Museum Exhibit room]
IAN: It canít be!
(The adults recoil at the sight of a large pepperpot with a bad
disposition, but it is only an exhibit labelled Dalek, Planet Skaro.)
VICKI: So thatís what a Dalek looks like.
DOCTOR: Donít touch, child.
BARBARA: What do you know about them, Vicki?
VICKI: Only what Iíve read in history books. That they invaded Earth
about three hundred years ago, was it?
IAN: We were there, Vicki. That was one of the periods we visited.
DOCTOR: I donít mind admitting, my boy, that that thing gave me a
start. Coming face to face to it again.
VICKI: Itís not a bit the way I imagined it. Oh, I mean, the books
describe them all right but well, this one looks quite friendly.
IAN: You wouldnít say that, young lady, if ever we meet them again.
Which to say the least is very unlikely. I hope.
DOCTOR: Back. Get behind the case. Quick. Quick. Quick. Donít touch it.
(They crouch down as two young men in black enter the room. They appear
to be talking although we don't hear them. They look around then
IAN: All right. Theyíve gone.
VICKI: They were talking.
BARBARA: Yet we didnít hear a word they said.
IAN: No. Perhaps they have some other means of communication. You know,
on a very high frequency, or. No? Not very good?
BARBARA: What do you think, Doctor?
DOCTOR: Well, I donít know. Chesterton might have had the answer in
what he just said but, er, I doubt it, I doubt it. Come on. Come on.
[Another Museum room]
IAN: Well, they didnít seem hostile. Thatís
something to be thankful for.
BARBARA: Oh, I donít know. Even the Daleks are friendly to some.
IAN: Vicki, yes.
BARBARA: Anyway, even if they are friendly, I doubt if weíll get much
conversation out of them, unless one of you can lip-read.
(Vicki tries to touch an exhibit but her hand passes through it)
VICKI: Doctor! Doctor!
DOCTOR: Child, donít make so much noise. Whatís the matter?
VICKI: I touched that thing and
DOCTOR: I thought I told you not to touch. When are you going to learn
to obey me? How you
BARBARA: All right, Doctor. You can save the scolding till later. Look,
canít you see that Vickiís upset?
DOCTOR: Upset? Upset? Whatever for? Why are you upset child? Whatís the
VICKI: I touched that thing and my hand went right through it.
(Ian tries to touch the apparatus too)
VICKI: See? There isnít anything there, is there?
VICKI: Well, there is something there, isnít there? I mean, we can all
see it, canít we?
BARBARA: Yes, of course we can, Vicki.
DOCTOR: Thatís strange. Strange indeed. You know, there must be a
logical explanation for this somewhere? You know, I think itís just a
matter of putting two and two together to make three. You know there is
IAN: Doctor, look.
(three black-clad men have entered)
VICKI: Oh, quick, letís hide!
BARBARA: Well, where can we hide? Doctor, what shall we do?
DOCTOR: Nothing. Absolutely nothing. Stand exactly where we are.
(the three men walk past them)
IAN: What do you make of that?
DOCTOR: Iíve never known anything in my life. In all my years of time
VICKI: That one looked straight at me.
DOCTOR: Utterly unbelievable.
VICKI: And he was talking. His lips were moving.
DOCTOR: Yes, so strange. And yet we have no communication with them.
BARBARA: Well then, obviously they couldnít see us. I mean, weíre
strangers, our clothes are different. If they had seen us, they would
have made some sign, however slight.
IAN: Right, weíre invisible. That settles it.
DOCTOR: Does it, my boy? Does it? Either that or weíre not really here.
[Museum Exhibit room]
IAN: Itís the biggest museum Iíve ever been in. We must have walked for
VICKI: And all the rooms are exactly the same, just cases and cabinets.
Iím beginning to think the Doctorís wrong.
VICKI: Well, how can we find the answer in here?
DOCTOR: I have no idea, my child, but until I say otherwise, we
continue the search. Now, let us see whatís in here, hmm?
BARBARA: Oh, same as all the others, I suppose.
(and there's the Tardis)
DOCTOR: Good gracious me!
IAN: Well, how did that get in here?
BARBARA: What does it matter? Look, now that weíve found the Tardis,
come on, letís get out of here.
IAN: Yes, I agree, itís a stroke of luck. Letís leave at once.
VICKI: Iíve had enough of this place, Doctor.
DOCTOR: Oh? Youíve all decided, have you?
(But the Tardis isn't tangible)
DOCTOR: Yes, Iím afraid itís going to be a little more difficult than
that. The mists are beginning to clear slightly. Iím just beginning to
see reason. Where are we? Where are we?
BARBARA: Well, here, surely?
DOCTOR: Are we? We must have arrived here in the Tardis sometime. Are
we here? Look!
(Then they see themselves in exhibit cases)
BARBARA: Thatís us. Thatís not models or pictures. Thatís us.
DOCTOR: Yes, exhibits in a Space Museum.
IAN: Can you explain it, Doctor?
VICKI: Time, like space, although a dimension in itself also has
dimensions of its own.
DOCTOR: So you know about it, child? We must have a little chat some
VICKI: Yes, you see, we really are in those cases, but weíre also
standing here looking at ourselves from this dimension.
BARBARA: Well, itís horrible. Those faces, our faces, just staring.
IAN: Well, at least it explains whatís been happening to us.
DOCTOR: Yes, it does, my boy. And if weíre not there, we canít leave
footprints, and break glasses, or touch things.
IAN: And nobody can see us. I see.
DOCTOR: Oh yes, they can. Oh yes, they can see us where we really are.
BARBARA: Is there anyway of getting out of this, Doctor?
DOCTOR: Well, my dear, I suppose we got into it. There must be. You
know, I donít mind admitting, Iíve always found it extremely difficult
to solve the fourth dimension. And here we are. Face to face with the
fourth dimension. You know, I think the Tardis jumped a time track and
ended up here in this fourth dimension. Itís extraordinary. Itís
inexplicable. No, wait a minute, wait a minute. I think youíre all
going to be delighted. Iím going to come up with the answer and itís so
simple. Yes, so simple.
BARBARA: How simple?
DOCTOR: All we have to do is to wait here until we arrive.
BARBARA: I beg your pardon?
DOCTOR: You see, my dear, before they actually put us in those glass
cases, we must have arrived here sometime in the Tardis. These people
saw us and thought we were worthy people to be put in their Space
BARBARA: I see! I think.
DOCTOR: But nothing has happened to us yet. What we are doing now is
taking a glimpse into the future, or what might be or could be the
future. All that leads up to it, is still yet to come.
VICKI: Doctor, look. Why donít we go and find the Tardis, the real one
I mean, and get into it and get out of here now?
DOCTOR: And end up one day, my dear, like that? No, we must not. Weíve
got to stop it happening.
IAN: Doctor, when will we arrive?
DOCTOR: I don't know, my boy, I canít be certain. You see, Iím quite
unable to measure the time dimension that the Tardis jumped. But youíll
notice weíre all wearing the same clothes. So, it could be in a few
moments, or a few seconds.
BARBARA: Well, how will we know when we have? Arrived, I mean.
DOCTOR: The cases will disappear and we shall all become visible.
IAN: And from that moment weíll be in great danger.
DOCTOR: Precisely. So you see we must succeed in stopping them making
exhibits of us. Otherwise, well, there it is. Thatís how weíre all
going to end up.
BARBARA: Something strange is happening! I can feel it.
(The four figures in Arabian clothes change into
sixties clothes. A glass breaks and stays broken. Two white-clothed men
find the Tardis and see the footprints in the dust.)
[Museum Exhibit room]
(The cases and their occupants disappear, and the
BARBARA: Theyíve gone.
DOCTOR: Yes, my dear. And weíve arrived.
Episode Two - The
Dimensions of Time
(A white-clothed man brings a piece of equipment in
and puts it on a table)
TECHNICIAN: Best I could do sir. It should be good for another hundred
years or so.
LOBOS: (the governor) What was wrong with it?
TECHNICIAN: Well, the clasps had broken, rotted.
LOBOS: Like everything on this planet, including us. Well, Iíve got two
more mimmians before I can go home. Yes, I say it often enough, but
itís still two thousand Xeron days and it sounds more in days. Yeah, I
know, I volunteered, you were ordered. If the truth were known, I was
just as bored on Morok. Still it was home, and youth never appreciates
what it has. Oh, I donít know what Iím going to do now. Still, letís
get on with it, shall we? I have to sign these reports. I donít know.
(a messenger enters)
LOBOS: Iím the governor of this planet. Youíre supposed to show some
respect and knock.
MESSENGER: Iím sorry, sir, the matterís urgent.
LOBOS: Nothing's so urgent you canít knock on my door.
MESSENGER: A ship has landed.
LOBOS: From home? There was no advance notification.
MESSENGER: Not from the planet Morok. Alien.
LOBOS: Alien? Well, this will indeed be a red letter day for the Xeros
calendar. Have the crew been detained?
MESSENGER: No, sir. Theyíve left the ship. Weíve found footprints but
no trace of them. We were unable to enter the craft but it appears to
be uninhabited at the moment.
(Lobos gets on the intercom)
LOBOS: Commander B Division? We have uninvited visitors. How many?
MESSENGER: Unknown, but at least three.
LOBOS: Three or more. Organise a search then detain them for
questioning. Visitors? We wonít be the only ones looking for them.
TECHNICIAN: The rebels?
LOBOS: Rebels? This local rabble? Theyíre children.
TECHNICIAN: The children, as you call them, are growing up.
LOBOS: When they pose a danger, we will destroy them. Until then, the
problem will keep. Nevertheless, theyĎll try and contact our visitors
for help. I must remember to notify the commanders to keep watch. As
for the aliens who have just landed, we may even be able to add to the
(The black-clad men gather)
SITA: Tor is late. Itís not like him.
DAKO: I know. He did contact the group in the next sector?
SITA: Yes, but the Moroks are out checking. If they found him missing,
they could have pulled him in for questioning. Oh no, heís just been
detained. Stop worrying about it.
DAKO: Stop worrying? Look, weíre just waiting to be rounded up.
SITA: I suppose Tor knows what heís doing.
DAKO: Huh, does he? Iím beginning to wonder. I know the Moroks have ray
guns and weíre unarmed, but our only chance is to strike. The longer we
leave it, the greater the risk.
(enter young Jeremy Bulloch)
TOR: But weíll only get one opportunity, Dako, and when we attack weíve
got to win.
SITA: Tor, youíre late.
TOR: I know, something's happened. The Moroks have discovered a
SITA: A spaceship landed here?
DAKO: Where from?
TOR: Nobody knows yet. Theyíd already left it before the ship was
SITA: It doesnít make much difference. Theyíll contact the Moroks
TOR: No, I donít think they will. Theyíve had time to do that and they
havenít. Lobos is organising a search.
SITA: A search?
DAKO: Tor, I donít understand. Look, everybody knows what this planetís
used for. A museum. Well, if they came here knowing that, and they must
have done, it can only be to see the Moroks.
TOR: The universe is huge. There must be millions of planets that have
never heard of the Moroks.
SITA: They could have landed here by accident.
TOR: Well, either way, itís our chance. Well, donít you see? Theyíll
have weapons, weapons we can use.
SITA: If they agree to help us.
TOR: They will, Sita, when they hear our story.
DAKO: But the Moroks are searching. Youíve already said that. Theyíll
find them first.
TOR: No, I donít think theyíll want to be discovered when they find out
about this place.
SITA: If they hide, theyíll hide from us too.
TOR: I know, but weíve got to try. Come on.
[Museum Exhibit room]
(Ian, Barbara and Vicki are lifting the case cover
off a weapon)
IAN: Can you hold it?
VICKI: Hurry up, itís heavy.
(Ian gets the gun)
IAN: All right. Hey, I wonder if it works, hey? (makes rat-a-tat
DOCTOR: Chesterton, this is no time to be playing cowboys and indians.
IAN: Doctor, I might have shot a hole right in the middle of you.
DOCTOR: Is that so? We have a very serious problem on our hands, and
what are you doing with this anyway? Put it back in there.
IAN: No, Doctor, this might come in very useful. We might be able to
bluff our way out of here with this.
BARBARA: If we want to get out of here.
VICKI: Oh, we canít stay here, Barbara, can we?
BARBARA: We must do whatever is necessary to keep us out of those
VICKI: I donít see that staying here would stop it.
BARBARA: We must break the chain of events that led up to it, and going
out of here might be just what weíre not supposed to do.
DOCTOR: Yes, I think Barbaraís quite right, my dear. If we walk out of
here, it could change the future. Perhaps if we wait until weíre taken
out, that might change the future. The point is, what are we going to
do? Which is it to be?
VICKI: But Doctor, if we find the Tardis and leave here, then we wonít
have to worry about being turned into dummies at all.
IAN: Thatís a good point, Doctor.
DOCTOR: It isnít a good point at all, my dear boy. The fact is the
future, our future, whether we leave here in the Tardis or not.
IAN: Yes, I see. Itís a difficult problem, isnít it?
DOCTOR: Yes, it is.
VICKI: Thereís no answer. But, Doctor, weíve got to decide on
DOCTOR: Decide, my dear? Spinning a coin would be just as appropriate.
Who would want to put us on show or display, I wonder.
BARBARA: The Doctorís curious. That means we stay.
VICKI: Youíve lost a button.
IAN: Oh, so I have.
DOCTOR: Lost a button? Hmm, thatís interesting. Yes, thatís very
IAN: Doctor, why do you always show the greatest interest in the least
DOCTOR: The least important things sometimes, my dear boy, lead to the
greatest discoveries. Like steam, for instance, coming out of a kettle.
Yes, I was with him at the time. Letís see now, yes, what was that
BARBARA: James Watt.
DOCTOR: Yes, you know, losing a button could change the future. Itís a
pity, my dear boy, you didnít discover it was missing in the cases when
we were standing there staring at each other.
IAN: Doctor, Iíd just come face to face with myself. I wasnít counting
the buttons on my jacket.
DOCTOR: Yes, I quite understand that. Well, I think we should leave the
Museum, try and find the Tardis, and make sure that it doesnít end up
in here. Are you all agreeable?
DOCTOR: Come along, then. Come along.
DOCTOR: All right, my boy. You lead the way.
IAN: Yes. Well, which way? Have you any particular fancy?
DOCTOR: The way we came in, of course.
IAN: And which way was that?
DOCTOR: Your memory is like a sieve, dear boy. We turned right and then
VICKI: No, no, we turned right when we came in.
IAN: No, we turned left when we came in.
BARBARA: Well actually, all the doors and corridors are exactly alike.
DOCTOR: I beg to differ, You see, you must turn right before you turn
IAN: Doctor, it depends which way youíre facing before you start
turning at all.
DOCTOR: We were facing from there, down here, therefore
IAN: Doctor, why donít you admit it. You are just as lost as the rest
DOCTOR: Yes, I suppose I must confess I am. Anyway, I suggest we take
Vickiís advice. We can always re-trace our steps. So, we go this way
and turn right. Right.
(And off they go.)
BARBARA: Well, I donít remember this.
VICKI: I do.
IAN: Oh, you're just saying that because we followed your advice.
VICKI: Oh no, Iím not. I remember that thing being over there.
DOCTOR: Yes, I think Vickiís quite correct. Yes, I have a distinct
impression weíve all been here before. Yes, of course. Yes, yes, yes,
yes, I know where we are now.
IAN: You do? Well, which way do we go?
DOCTOR: Er, er
VICKI: Straight ahead?
DOCTOR: Straight, straight ahead, my dear boy. Straight ahead, yes, and
(The intercom buzzes)
COMMANDER [OC]: Commander K division. Alien spaceship in hand, sir.
LOBOS: What news of the aliens? Repeat, what news of the aliens?
COMMANDER [OC]: Footsteps were found near the Museum. The search is
LOBOS: Good. Find them.
BARBARA: Itís like a maze.
IAN: Well, if we keep going, we must eventually come to an entrance.
DOCTOR: No more talking please. I think weíre nearly there.
(Tor is coming round the corner behind them)
DOCTOR: And remember, we can be seen by now.
(Our group walk on)
SITA: That must be them.
DAKO: And theyíre armed!
TOR: Quick, back here. Iíll see which way they go, then weíll try and
cut them off.
DAKO: They had a ray gun. I saw it.
TOR: Well, thatís no reason to sound downhearted. We were hoping they
DAKO: Well, thatís all very well but how do we know theyíre friendly?
They might shoot us on sight.
TOR: Well, weíll have to try and make contact before we show ourselves.
TOR: Well, weíll catch either the old man or the girl. We can explain
and let them introduce us to the others.
SITA: Itís a good idea.
TOR: Look, quick, theyíve gone to the right. Letís get them.
(Further on still, the Doctor stops to peer at some items on stands
near a door)
IAN: All clear.
DOCTOR: Hmm? Yes, yes, all right, child.
(Vicki goes on, and the Doctor gets pulled through the door)
(The Doctor is lying on the floor)
DAKO: Youíve killed him, Sita.
SITA: I couldnít have, I hardly touched him. He must have fainted.
TOR: Shut up, both of you. Thereís no time for arguments.
(We see that the Doctor's faking it)
TOR: Stay here and watch him, Dako, in case he recovers.
DAKO: Me? Where are you going?
TOR: To try and find something to bring him around. Well, donít worry,
we wonít be long. Come on, Sita.
BARBARA: Well, he was following us.
IAN: I know that, but where did he stop? Well, surely one or other of
you saw or heard something?
BARBARA: Oh, come on, Ian. You werenít that far in front.
IAN: Barbara, I am not blaming you.
BARBARA: Well then, stop getting irritable.
IAN: I am not irritable! I. Oh, Iím sorry. Of course Iím irritable. I
just wish heíd stay with us for once, thatís all.
BARBARA: He was looking in one of the cases. I suppose we could have
left him behind.
VICKI: I bet heís been captured.
BARBARA: By whom?
VICKI: I donít know. Those people we saw, I suppose.
BARBARA: Oh, Vicki, youíre just letting your imagination run away with
IAN: There were four of us in those cases, not one.
BARBARA: Well, what do we do now? Which is the way into those cases?
Staying here, going back, or still trying to find our way out?
IAN: Oh, Barbara, asking a lot of questions is not going to change our
BARBARA: Well, if we donít find a few answers, we wonít have a future.
IAN: All right, all right, I agree weíve got to do something. I say we
BARBARA: All right.
VICKI: Oh, good. That way I think.
(Tor and Sita return with a glass of water to find
Dako bound and gagged)
TOR: Well, what happened, Dako?
DAKO: I donít know. I turned my back for a second, the next thing I
TOR: Well, was it the old man?
DAKO: I donít know.
SITA: Did he go outside?
DAKO: I keep telling you. I didnít see anything. One minute was silence
and the next minute a whirlwind hit me.
TOR: He must have gone to join the others. Weíll have to see if we can
SITA: Donít forget theyíre still armed.
TOR: Oh, weíll have to take our chance this time, otherwise the Moroks
will get them first. Come on.
DOCTOR: (inside the Dalek.) I fooled them all! I am the master!
(The Doctor comes out of the Dalek room still
chuckling, and is promptly captured by two Morok guards)
[Museum Exhibit room]
BARBARA: Itís no good Ian, I canít go on. We
passed this thing ages ago. Weíre just going round and round in
VICKI: How long have we been in here?
IAN: Oh, it doesnít matter how long. Thereís only one thing thatís
certain. Weíre getting nearer and nearer to those cases. The Minotaur.
IAN: The Minotaur!
(Ian pulls Barbara's cardigan off her)
BARBARA: Ian, what are you doing?
IAN: Donít you two remember your mythology? When Theseus went into the
labyrinth, he took with him a ball of thread so that he could use it to
retrace his steps.
BARBARA: Yes, but Ian, we havenít just arrived. Weíve been here for
IAN: That doesnít matter. From now on we wonít go round and round in
circles. Here Vicki, hold it. Come on.
(Ian starts tugging at Barbara's cardigan)
BARBARA: Well, you might ask. I mean, thatís a good cardigan.
IAN: Oh, er, sorry. Well, may we?
BARBARA: Yes, yes, I suppose so.
VICKI: Weíll leave a trail of thread, you see? But Ian, Ian, if anyone
sees it, theyíll be able to follow it and catch us.
IAN: Oh, weíll get caught anyway if we donít get out of here soon.
Donít worry about that. Letís get this
VICKI: I suppose so.
IAN: How do you undo this?
BARBARA: Oh, give it to me. Do you have a penknife?
IAN: Oh, penknife. Yes, there we are.
(And Barbara carefully unpicks the finish of the knitting)
IAN: Ah, yes.
(The Doctor explores the blank wall of the room
then sits in a perspex chair. A metal band comes around his middle,
(The Xerons have found the thread)
SITA: Whatís this?
TOR: Theyíre leaving a trail.
TOR: Well, they must have missed the old man. Yes, this was put here
for him to follow them.
DAKO: No, I donít think so. Theyíd have come back and looked for him.
TOR: Well, whatever the reason, itís a trail, and trails are meant to
be followed. This way.
(a wall slides back to reveal Lobos behind a table)
LOBOS: Welcome to Xeros, a planet in the Morok empire. What is your
(The Doctor stays silent)
LOBOS: Very well. Mine is Lobos. I am the governor of this planet.
DOCTOR: Curator of a Museum is a better title.
LOBOS: Ah, so now you choose to speak. Good. Yes, Xeros is a museum. A
lasting memorial to the achievements of the Morok civilisation.
DOCTOR: Really? Well, from my observation it seems to arouse very
LOBOS: People tire of their heritage. Three hundred mimmians ago,
sightseers filled this planet, marvelling at what they saw. Today, the
occasional spaceship from Morok calls.
DOCTOR: Perhaps if you reduced the price of admission?
LOBOS: You have a sense of humour too. Unfortunately, that is not the
reason. Our civilisation rests on its laurels. Galactic conquests are a
thing of the past. Life, it is now said, is purely a thing to enjoy.
DOCTOR: Decline and fall of the Roman empire. Oh yes, itís happened
before, yes. In many galaxies far beyond your reach.
LOBOS: Why do you come here?
LOBOS: Oh? Then you are a scientist like myself. It makes a change to
have someone intelligent and enquiring to talk to.
DOCTOR: Iím charmed.
LOBOS: Where have you come from?
LOBOS: You donít want to answer. Very well, Iíll try another. Where are
your companions? We can get all the information we require without the
need to resort to brute force. Of course, your cooperation would have
made things easier, but it isnít essential. I will repeat the question.
Where are your companions?
(Lobos looks at a small monitor on his desk then opens the intercom.)
LOBOS: Commander B division?
COMMANDER [OC]: B Division. Commander here, sir.
LOBOS: Proceed immediately to corridor 417. Detain three humans. One
man, one woman and a young girl.
COMMANDER [OC]: Message received and understood. It will be dealt with
(Lobos turns the monitor so the Doctor can see it)
LOBOS: A simple matter of thought selection. By asking a question, I
plant an image in your mind. No matter what you say, as long as youíre
seated in that chair, I will see your mental pictures reflected. You
see, it is quite useless for you to lie to me. Now shall we return to
the questioning? How did you get here?
(a penny-farthing bicycle)
IAN: The end, Iím afraid.
BARBARA: It didnít work, did it?
IAN: Oh, I donít know. We didnít go round and round in circles, we
VICKI: If only they had exit signs like they do in ordinary museums.
BARBARA: Well, I suppose weíll be stuck here until. May be the Doctorís
wrong and you canít change the future.
VICKI: Oh, donít say that, Barbara. I canít bear to think of such an
awful thing happening.
BARBARA: Well, I canít bear to think of it either, but we canít
IAN: It didnít work, eh? You come with me.
(Ian proudly opens a pair of doors and - )
VICKI: The Tardis! Theyíve got the Tardis!
DOCTOR: Well? No more questions?
LOBOS: Where have you come from?!
DOCTOR: If you take a look into your screen, perhaps you will find that
LOBOS: What are these creatures?
DOCTOR: Just some old friends of mine.
LOBOS: But these are amphibious creatures. You are not an amphibian.
DOCTOR: Oh, Iím not, am I?
(the Doctor dressed in Edwardian bathing costume and straw boater)
COMMANDER [OC]: Commander B division. No fugitive aliens in corridor
LOBOS: You fools, you let them escape. All available divisions.
Priority search. These aliens must be found at once. Maximum security.
DOCTOR: Donít blame your men. I think my friends most probably left the
area long before you put questions to me. I imagined them still there,
of course, because that was the last place I saw them. So you see, your
little toy isnít infallible, is it?
LOBOS: So you see fit to joke with me, eh? Well, let us give you
something to joke about, shall we? You are of no further use to me and
would make a perfect specimen for our museums. Yes, Doctor, I see you
take my meaning. Guards. Take him to the preparation room.
Three - The Search
[Outside the Museum]
(Two Moroks are guarding the Tardis with four
Xerons looking at it)
GUARD: Leave it alone.
(Looking through slightly open doors)
IAN: It didnít take them long to find it.
BARBARA: Well, I hope they donít do any damage.
IAN: Well, thereís nothing they can do unless they get inside.
VICKI: Are they bringing it in here?
IAN: No, it doesnít look like it. Take a look for yourself, Vicki.
Well, what do we do now? Find the Doctor, I suppose. Iím afraid Iím no
great expert when it comes to changing the future.
VICKI: I think one of us should keep watch on the Tardis. If we want to
leave here in a hurry we donít want to waste time looking for it.
BARBARA: Well, we know where itís going, Vicki, weíve already seen it.
VICKI: Well if it gets there, we neednít bother. We wonít have changed
whatís going to happen in the future.
IAN: Oh, this whole thing is becoming a nightmare.
BARBARA: Itís been a nightmare ever since we saw those cases. But all
we do is stand around saying this whole thing is a nightmare. Why donít
we do something?
IAN: Choice is only possible when you know all the facts. Donít you
realise? We know nothing about this place.
BARBARA: Shh! Listen!
[Outside the Museum]
COMMANDER: Keep clear! Move! Move!
(The Xerons leave)
COMMANDER: Is there no way in?
GUARD: No, Commander.
COMMANDER: Thatís all I need. You know what Lobos will say about that,
soldier. He will blame me. Everything that goes wrong on this wretched
planet is my fault. Think yourselves lucky that you have me between you
and our illustrious Governor. A scapegoat, and for what? For this rank
and a meagre pittance of extra pay. Oh, whatís the use.
LOBOS: A strange looking craft. It must be very cramped and
uncomfortable for four travellers inside at one time.
LOBOS: This door is locked.
COMMANDER: We could not gain entry, sir.
LOBOS: Didnít they leave you the key? Force it open, you fool!
COMMANDER: Why was not the cutting equipment bought to me? I asked you
to bring it several times, didnít I, soldier? Now donít you give me any
of your feeble excuses. I will deal with you later. Get it! Incompetent
fools. Have any of the aliens been caught, sir?
LOBOS: One has.
LOBOS [OC]: Three are still at large.
IAN: Did you hear that?
BARBARA: Yes. Shh!
[Outside the Museum]
COMMANDER: They could be in a thousand places.
LOBOS: Then I expect a thousand places to be searched. When this is
over, discipline will be tightened. The army hereís gone soft. Iím
supposed to have at my command trained soldiers, not a feeble bunch of
half witted amateurs.
BARBARA: Theyíve stopped talking.
VICKI: Maybe theyíve gone.
GUARD: Stay as you are! You! You with the gun - bring it to me! Now
(Vicki hands over the weapon)
GUARD: Donít move!
(Ian steps forward)
BARBARA: Donít! Heíll fire that thing.
IAN: Well? Wouldnít that change the shape of things to come?
BARBARA: Well, it would for you. Youíd be dead.
IAN: They canít kill us. Weíre going to end up in those cases.
BARBARA: Not necessarily. Oh, you can change the future so that we
donít end up in those cases, but if weíre all dead, whatís the point?
IAN: But that means we canít fight against anybody. We donít know what
VICKI: Weíve just lost the Doctor. Has that already changed the future?
BARBARA: We donít know Vicki. Maybe thatís the way it happened. Weíve
no reason to suppose that we all ended up in the cases at exactly the
VICKI: So we could be doing exactly what weíre supposed to do.
IAN: Iíve had enough of this. Now listen, weíre going to deal with him,
and then weíre going after the Doctor, whether weíre supposed to or
GUARD: Thatís enough talking. Come on, move out slowly.
BARBARA: Be careful.
IAN: Donít worry. Iím going to try something.
GUARD: I said, move out.
(Ian moves slowly towards the guard)
IAN: Yes, we heard you the first time, but we donít feel like moving,
VICKI: No, definitely not.
BARBARA: Ian, donít go too far.
IAN: Now, what were you orders? To capture us? To bring us in?
GUARD: Yes, get back. Back.
IAN: There was nothing about killing us, was there? Well, was there?
Well, answer me?
GUARD: No. No, no, there wasnít.
IAN: Well, think what your superiors are going to say. Theyíre going to
ask, did you bring in the aliens? No, youíre going to reply, I went out
and shot them all.
(Ian tackles the guard)
IAN: Now, run, both of you.
VICKI: Ian! Come on!
[Outside the Museum]
LOBOS: Open those doors! Open them!
(Vicki and Barbara scatter)
LOBOS: Get after those women!
COMMANDER: Guards! With me!
LOBOS: Take him to my office. Wait for me there. Guards! Guards!
[Outside the Museum]
(After a big struggle, Ian knocks out the two
guards and runs off)
(There's a spooky pair of dummies in there. A guard comes in and
Barbara hides behind a cupboard)
COMMANDER [OC]: One of them came this way!
GUARD: No, sir.
COMMANDER: Come, come.
(Barbara discovers that the guard has locked the door behind him)
(Vicki is abducted by the Xerons)
VICKI: Let me go! Let go of me!
TOR: Quiet, they'll hear. Look, youíve got to trust us!
VICKI: Why should I?
TOR: We hate the Moroks. We want to see them dead. Well, you can see
weíre nothing like them.
VICKI: Who are you?
TOR: Well, weíll explain everything later. First of all, we must find
VICKI: It was you who took the Doctor, like you took me. The old man
who was with us.
TOR: Well, yes, but. We did but he fooled us. Then the Moroks caught
him. Oh, we didnít hand him over to them if thatís what youíre
thinking. Now where are the others?
VICKI: I think they caught Ian.
TOR: The man? What of the woman?
VICKI: We ran so quickly, we went in opposite directions. I couldnít
turn back when I realised because the guards were already behind me.
TOR: She must be making for the storerooms. Weíll have to wait at the
TOR: Go and see if you can find her and bring her there. Whatís her
TOR: Go quickly!
[Outside the Museum]
LOBOS: You fools. You let them escape.
GUARD: Yes sir.
LOBOS: Well there are other ways of getting them out. Withdraw our men
from this building. Have all exits guarded and have this rest search
the area for the one these fools allowed to escape.
(Guard 1 leaves)
LOBOS: You remain here.
(Ian comes from behind the Tardis and throws a stone)
GUARD 2: Whoís there?
(Ian jumps him from behind and disarms him)
GUARD 2: No, no, no, donít kill me! No!
IAN: That depends on you. I want the answers to some questions.
GUARD 2: If I can help you, I will. I promise.
IAN: A friend of mine, an old man. Heís been captured. Now whatís
happened to him?
GUARD 2: I donít know. I donít know.
IAN: Is he dead?
GUARD 2: No! No!
IAN: Where is he?
GUARD 2: They took him to the preparation room, but itís nothing to do
with me. Iím just a simple soldier.
IAN: What happens there? I said, what happens there?
GUARD 2: Heíll be got ready for the Museum. But you canít help him.
Once the process starts
IAN: What process?
GUARD 2: Well, itís a kind of embalming.
IAN: How longís it take?
GUARD 2: Well, several hours, but
IAN: Take me there.
GUARD 2: Well, youíll be killed.
IAN: Take me!
GUARD 2: Weíll both be killed!
LOBOS: A directive from Morok. They think we made
a mistake in allowing the Xeron youth to live. They are almost men and
dangerous. These aliens, theyíve made fools of us! (into the intercom)
Building 6-2? The ventilation is standard?
GUARD [OC]: Yes sir.
LOBOS: Good, it wonít take the guards long to withdraw. In one hour the
air is to be replaced with Zaphra gas, is that clear?
GUARD [OC]: Perfectly.
LOBOS: Then see that my order is carried out.
COMMANDER: Zaphra gas.
LOBOS: It is very effective. If the two women do not leave the building
and surrender to the guards, the gas will eventually paralyse them.
(Barbara gives up trying to jemmy the door with a
piece of wood, and has been dozing when a figure enters. She raises a
piece of wood)
DAKO: Barbara? Are you in here?
BARBARA: Who are you? How do you know my name?
[Outside the Museum]
TOR: Thereís no guard here. Hurry!
VICKI: Canít we wait for Barbara?
TOR: Oh no, itís too dangerous. Dako will find her and bring her to the
SITA: Now, quickly!
DAKO: Tor and Sita have taken Vicki to our
headquarters. You must believe me. We are your friends.
BARBARA: Why should you be?
DAKO: Weíre Xerons. This is our planet.
BARBARA: And the others? The ones in uniform?
DAKO: Moroks. They've changed our planet into a Museum. A record of
their wars. But soon we shall rise against them and drive them from
BARBARA: Moroks? Well, where did they come from?
DAKO: Their planet is three light years away. They invaded us without
warning. Xeros was a place of peace and knowledge and the wisdom of our
elders made us free from want.
BARBARA: Well, why didnít you fight back?
DAKO: Their weapons were far superior to ours. We had planned for peace
and they for war. Now I want you to come with me.
BARBARA: Well, can you get us out of here?
DAKO: There are many guards but Iíll find a way. Come on.
(gas starts pouring in)
DAKO: Theyíve set the museum on fire!
BARBARA: That isnít smoke, itís gas. Put something over your mouth.
(sharing a meal)
VICKI: So then what happened, after the Moroks had captured the planet?
TOR: They destroyed everything, even our people. Only the children were
spared, to work.
VICKI: How horrible.
TOR: We are a slave race. When we grow older we are taken to other
planets. Sita, Dako and myself were due to go. That is why we hide here
SITA: But although we have sworn to drive the Moroks from Xeros, it
will not be easy. The life they impose on us makes organisation
VICKI: But there donít seem to be many Moroks. Surely you must
TOR: It is unpleasant to admit but our opposition is weak and unarmed.
Well, a very small army can easily keep control.
VICKI: But youíre supposed to be planning a revolution!
TOR: Why did you and your friends comes to Xeros?
VICKI: We. It was an accident.
TOR: Of course. No one would come to Xeros from choice. The Moroks
reputation is universal.
SITA: Itís late. Iím sure Dako and your friend Barbara, have been
TOR: Well, they need time to dodge the guards.
SITA: All this time? Weíd be fooling ourselves to believe otherwise.
VICKI: Well, you canít just accept it. Weíve got to help them. Well,
sitting here planning and dreaming of a revolution isnít going to win
your planet back.
SITA: We do all we can.
VICKI: By making a nuisance of yourselves, thatís all it is.
TOR: What can we do without weapons?
VICKI: Nothing. We must get some.
SITA: Ha! Now whoís dreaming?
VICKI: The Moroks are armed.
SITA: So we take them from the Moroks.
VICKI: Why not? That is revolution.
TOR: Vicki, we have tried. Occasionally we have overpowered a guard and
taken his ray gun. But what can one gun do against even a small army?
SITA: And when we do that they take hostages until the gun is returned.
VICKI: Where are the guns kept?
TOR: Well, at the armoury.
VICKI: If you had guns, lots of them, could you organise your friends?
Distribute the arms and really wage a war?
TOR: Of course. That is where we are strong, in our planning.
SITA: But the armoury is out of our reach.
VICKI: Donít you know where it is?
TOR: Oh, we know, but its key is something that we could never obtain.
VICKI: Oh, I donít understand.
TOR: The armaments are kept behind locked doors. An impregnable safe.
VICKI: What kind of lock does it have?
TOR: An electronic brain programmed to ask questions. The answers given
open the door. But they only open to the truth.
VICKI: A sort of lie detector. If I could see it, maybe I could. Well,
Iíd just like to see it.
TOR: We can take you.
SITA: But why are you so interested in this, Vicki? Why do you want
this revolution so much?
VICKI: Iíve as many reasons as you, perhaps more, for wanting to see
the future changed. Perhaps Iíll explain later but I think we should go
IAN: Whatís wrong?
GUARD 2: This is the building.
IAN: Well, take me in.
GUARD 2: It would be better to wait. Itís a busy time of day. Later on
there wonít be so many guards on duty. Youíll stand a better chance.
IAN: Thereís someone coming. Now find out what happened to the others,
and remember, Iím here.
(Ian conceals himself)
COMMANDER: Soldier! What are you doing here, soldier? Why have you left
GUARD 2: The governor sent for me. I am to report to him.
COMMANDER: You didnít leave it unguarded, did you?
GUARD 2: The replacement hadnít arrived. But the Governorís orders. He
COMMANDER: Then why are you waiting? I will attend to your replacement.
GUARD 2: Sir?
COMMANDER: What is it now, soldier?
GUARD 2: Have the aliens been recaptured?
COMMANDER: Not yet, but the Zaphra gas will soon drive them from their
(The Commander leaves)
IAN: You did well. Weíll take your advice and wait a while. Over there.
(Tor grabs the guard and Sita knocks him out.)
TOR: Well, this is the armoury, Vicki.
VICKI: These must be the light beams.
(Vicki examines the computers)
SITA: Can you do anything? Do you know how it works?
VICKI: It must work to a standard pattern. Break the light beam.
TOR: But the questions will start.
VICKI: Yes, I know.
COMPUTER: Do you understand that all questions are to be fully
COMPUTER: What is your rank?
SITA: I have no rank.
TOR: You see Vicki? Not only does the reply have to be true, it has to
be the correct answer as well.
VICKI: Yes. Sita, break the light beam again but this time donít
answer. Just let the questions run right through.
COMPUTER: Do you understand that all questions are to be fully
answered? What is your rank? What is your name? Do you have the
Governor's permission to approach? Have you a requisition signed by the
Governor? What is its reference number?
TOR: Withdrawal requisition numbers are fed in from headquarters. It
has to tally with the number given. Thereís no chance, Vicki.
COMPUTER: Which unit are you attached to?
VICKI: Isnít there? I wouldnít give in as easily as that.
COMPUTER: For what purpose are the arms needed?
VICKI: Look, now this is where the questions are recorded.
COMPUTER: Has the guard on duty examined your identification papers?
VICKI: Help me get the front off.
COMPUTER: What is the current password?
LOBOS: Are the aliens still in the building?
GUARD [OC]: Yes sir. We have seen no movement.
LOBOS: Very well. Keep the men alerted. Theyíll soon be coming out.
BARBARA: Weíre almost there, Dako.
BARBARA: Dako, come on. Come on.
TOR: Have you done it?
VICKI: Iím not sure. I think so.
TOR: Well, the door hasnít opened.
VICKI: Youíve got to answer the questions yet.
TOR: Well then youíve failed. The lock reacts only to the truth.
VICKI: And it still does, Tor. Youíll see.
COMPUTER: What is your name?
COMPUTER: For what purpose are the arms needed?
(and the door opens)
TOR: Well done, Vicki!
VICKI: I fixed it so that I only had to answer the truth. I didnít have
to give the correct reply.
SITA: Thereís everything we need here and more. Weíll be able to arm
TOR: Oh good! Get as many as you can carry and give them to Sham for
distribution. Iíll give mine to the Tolma Corrin and bring them back
here for more.
VICKI: I wonder if this will keep us out of the cases.
LOBOS: Come in.
(Ian and Guard 2 enter)
LOBOS: Well. At last. You aliens have caused me enough trouble. I shall
see that you pay for it.
(Ian produces the gun)
LOBOS: Youíll be a fool if you kill me. You will achieve nothing.
IAN: Possibly, but it might be enjoyable.
LOBOS: What do you want?
IAN: Take me to the Doctor. The old man you captured.
LOBOS: And if I refuse?
IAN: I donít think youíll be that stupid.
LOBOS: Youíll kill me anyway.
IAN: Youíre wasting time.
LOBOS: Am I? It is too late for you to help him. He has already passed
into the second stage of preparation.
IAN: And what does that mean?
LOBOS: He is beyond your help.
IAN: Come on! Take me to him! Move! Hurry!
LOBOS: Hurrying wonít help your friend, the Doctor.
IAN: Is he in there?
IAN: Open the door.
(The guard does so)
IAN: Now get in, both of you.
Episode Four - The
(The Doctor is propped upright against a board,
unconscious. He has tubes going from him to a dome-shaped device in the
IAN: What have you done to him?
LOBOS: I donít think you would appreciate the technical difficulties.
IAN: Just tell me what youíve done.
LOBOS: He has completed the second stage of preparation. Heís as good
IAN: If you want to save yourself, youíd better bring him back to life.
IAN: But your only hope is to try.
LOBOS: No one has ever attempted to reverse the process.
IAN: Thereís a first time for everything, now get moving!
(Ian spots and removes Lobos' weapon)
IAN: And remember, I shall be watching you very carefully, so donít try
LOBOS: There are no tricks in science, only facts.
(Lobos starts flicking switches)
IAN: How long is this going to take?
LOBOS: How can I say? This has never been done before. Perhaps he never
(Sita is handing out guns to the motley bunch of
SITA: Thatís nearly the lot.
TOR: Right, move along. Hurry up.
TOR: Just a minute, Vicki. Right, now you know the main objective. The
Morok barracks. Most of our force is already on the way there. But we
must surprise them. If they mobilise, we shall fail.
SITA: Come on, take a ray gun.
VICKI: Tor, will everybody be going to the barracks?
TOR: Well, we need every man and woman we can muster, Vicki. Why?
VICKI: Well if itís all the same to you, Iím going back to the museum.
TOR: The museum?
VICKI: Barbara may still be there. Iíve got to find her, Tor, and my
TOR: Look, after weíve finished here, you can
VICKI: Now! It may be too late then.
TOR: I wonít let you go.
VICKI: I wonít let you stop me.
TOR: But if youíre captured?
VICKI: The Moroks donít know of the revolt. Iím not likely to tell
TOR: Well you wonít have to, The gun will give us away. Theyíll check
(she gives the gun to him)
VICKI: Iím still going. Look, Tor, Iíve got to find them and tell them
whatís going on. Thereís no knowing what theyíll do otherwise. If I am
captured, Iíll just have to hope that youíre successful and you find me
in time. I know it sounds silly but whatever I do may be wrong. Iíve
got to find them.
TOR: Wait a moment. Sita? Go with Vicki to the Museum. Iíll join you
SITA: Yes, but
TOR: Donít argue, Sita. (he gives Vicki the gun back) Do what she tells
VICKI: Come on, Sita.
[Outside the Museum]
(the cutting equipment has arrived)
COMMANDER: Soldier! Leave that. Where is the relief guard for this
GUARD: There was no one here when we arrived, sir.
COMMANDER: You, take over the watch.
COMMANDER: You two come with me. Iíll get to the bottom of this.
(Barbara gets up in the gas-filled corridor)
BARBARA: Dako! Dako! Come on!
(She helps him up and puts a handkerchief over his mouth.)
IAN: Well, whatís happening?
LOBOS: His temperature is returning to normal.
IAN: Good. Canít you speed things up a bit?
LOBOS: After a temperature of several hundred degrees below freezing,
it is a complicated process. You will have to be patient.
(The machine stops making a noise)
LOBOS: Body temperature has now been reached.
(Ian feels the Doctor's forehead)
IAN: Yes. Heís getting warmer.
LOBOS: Good. We shanít have long to wait.
IAN: Get back!
DOCTOR: (waking and groaning) Support me, dear boy. Support me over
there and sit me down.
(The Doctor sits, groaning)
IAN: How are you feeling?
DOCTOR: I shall be all right in a minute. Itís a bad attack of
rheumatism. Yes, it always happens to me when Iím cold.
IAN: Youíve been cold all right, Doctor, I can tell you that.
DOCTOR: Yes, unfortunately, Iím not used to being subjected to such low
LOBOS: (to guard) When I give you the word, you rush him.
IAN: No, well, weíd better bring the circulation back.
LOBOS: Thatís an order.
DOCTOR: Itís all right, dear boy. Itís not, itís not the circulation
DOCTOR: Yes, donít fuss. Now donít do that.
(But the guard gets one of the guns jabbed into his chest)
DOCTOR: My dear Governor, my dear Lobos, I donít think your soldiers
have really got their heart in their job, have they? Thank you for
getting me out of this little predicament. Although, I would have been
better pleased had you done it more voluntary.
IAN: Yes, his conscience did need reminding.
DOCTOR: Yes. I know, I know.
IAN: What do you mean you know? Surely you were
DOCTOR: Dead? Not at all, my boy. Not at all. I was merely, let me say,
IAN: You mean you knew everything that was happening?
DOCTOR: Exactly! My brain was working with the speed of a mechanical
computer. I was asking myself questions and the answers were arriving
with remarkable alacrity. Yes, yes. I must confess, I didnít enjoy the
refrigeration, hence this attack of rheumatism. But thanks to you, my
dear boy, I am now de-iced and I think Iím quite capable of facing up
to the climate once more.
LOBOS: I wouldnít be too sure of that, Doctor. Of course, I have no
proof, but your brain could very easily have been affected.
DOCTOR: The best thing for you, Governor Lobos, is to put you in there.
Then you will have all the proof you needed. But you think yourself
lucky. My conscience wonít allow me to do that. Itís a pity, isnít it?
Itís a pity!
(The Commander and the two guards enter the office
and overhear the conversation in the Preparation room)
IAN [OC]: Well Doctor, I think the next thing to do is find Barbara and
DOCTOR [OC]: Iím not so sure of that, my dear boy. Where did you say
youíd left them?
IAN [OC]: In the Museum.
DOCTOR [OC]: And the Tardis?
IAN [OC]: Well, that was outside the Museum building.
DOCTOR: Hmm. I see, I see.
IAN: Whatís the problem? Surely weíve changed the
future by now?
DOCTOR: Yes, and Iím not sure of that either, Chesterton. Have we? Have
we? Or are we doing what weíre allegedly intended to do? Now, what do
IAN: Well, I got you out of that thing, I
DOCTOR: Yes, thatís true.
DOCTOR: Thatís true, but Iím sure the Governor
here would be delighted if we were both put back in there.
(The Commander and guards sneak up behind the
Doctor and Ian)
DOCTOR: Am I correct, sir?
(A guard knocks Ian out. The Doctor turns and sees a gun pointed at
LOBOS: Yes, Doctor. You are quite correct. And it would appear that I
shall have my wish.
BARBARA: Thereís only a few more feet, Dako.
DAKO: (coughing) Thereíll be guards out there, Barbara. Waiting for us.
BARBARA: Youíll stand a better chance outside.
DAKO: A chance of what?
[Outside the Museum]
(The guard spots them through the crack in the main
doors, and draws his weapon)
COMMANDER: I met this soldier on his way here,
asked him what he was doing. He said reporting to you on your orders.
GUARD: I was a prisoner of one of the aliens, sir. He had a gun.
LOBOS: Which he took from you.
GUARD: Yes, sir.
COMMANDER: I posted a relief guard and then came back here to see what
LOBOS: You did well, Commander. Have this man placed under close
(The intercom buzzes)
GUARD [OC]: Relief guard, exit 4-1-7. The aliens are just about to
leave the museum.
LOBOS: Good. Detain them there. Iíll send extra men.
GUARD [OC]: Yes sir.
LOBOS: Well, it would appear that this little diversion will soon be
(Flicks his intercom switches)
LOBOS: Strange, no reply from the barracks. Well, it seems that a
faulty connection has given our friend here another chance. Go with the
Commander. When youíve got them, bring the aliens to me.
COMMANDER: Yes sir.
LOBOS: Iíve just a word about your friends. Youíll
all be together again soon. Perhaps for centuries?
[Outside the Museum]
(Barbara and Dako tumble out of the smoke-filled
GUARD: Halt! Halt! Stay as you are. Over to the wall. Over!
DAKO: Sorry, Barbara.
BARBARA: Itís all right. Wasnít your fault.
GUARD: No talking. Hands on your heads. Up! Up!
(Sita shoots the guard)
VICKI: Barbara! Are you all right? You look terrible.
BARBARA: No, Iím fine.
DAKO: Sita! Where did you come from? And guns!
SITA: Yes, the revolution's finally started. We broke into the armoury.
Tor is leading an attack on the Morok barracks.
DAKO: Well, why arenít you there?
SITA: We came for you.
VICKI: Is Ian still inside?
BARBARA: Well, I donít see how he could be. I think he must have been
captured by the guards.
VICKI: Taken to wherever the Doctor is, I suppose. Oh, Barbara, weíve
got to find them. Weíve got a chance now.
BARBARA: Why? Whatís happened?
VICKI: Everythingís going to be all right, I know it is. When the
revolution succeeds, Tor and the Xerons are going to destroy this
Museum and all the exhibits. Well, we canít be put in a museum that
doesnít exist any more, can we?
SITA: Dako and myself are going to try and see if we can find Tor. Are
VICKI: No, I donít think so, are we, Barbara.
BARBARA: Well, we must find out where Ian and the Doctor were taken.
And if that means just wandering around the exhibition aimlessly, well,
we may as well go with them, Tor.
VICKI: Where will they be taken?
SITA: The Governorís office, I expect. First of all, anyway.
VICKI: We donít want to go there, do we?
COMMANDER: Possibly not, but thatís where you are going.
(The Moroks shoot Sita and Dako)
COMMANDER: (taking Vicki's gun) Where did you get this? I asked you a
VICKI: I, I canít remember.
COMMANDER: Soldier. Have their been any guerilla actions against us?
GUARD: None recently.
COMMANDER: Have any arms fallen into Xeron hands?
GUARD: No, sir, not that I know of.
COMMANDER: It seems as though our illustrious Governor is going to have
more than his usual batch of questions to ask. Move.
(Lobos is still flicking intercom switches)
COMMANDER: No answer.
LOBOS: No. First the barracks, now the armoury. Well, the soldier will
report as soon as he gets there.
COMMANDER: Yes, sir. You donít think
LOBOS: I donít think anything, Commander. All I know is that this gun
came from the weapons store.
COMMANDER: What is going to happen to them?
LOBOS: In due course they will go into the museum, as planned.
(Everyone is locked in the room, and Ian is testing
DOCTOR: Chesterton, Chesterton. Save your strength. Itíll take much
more than that to get us out of this situation.
IAN: Well, exhibits in a forgotten museum, eh? Is that how weíre all
going to end up? Not with this apparatus.
(Ian rips a piece of the dome contraption and stamps on it)
DOCTOR: Well, my boy, youíd hardly call me a pessimist, but I think
itís most unlikely that that is the only contraption of its kind.
BARBARA: Well, you canít blame Ian for letting off steam, Doctor. Oh, I
wish Iíd had thought of it. Iíd have smashed the whole thing too.
DOCTOR: Yes, I think I would have done the same thing.
VICKI: But we must have changed the future! We just must have done!
BARBARA: Must we Vicki? Or were all the things that happened planned
out for us? Four separate journeys. Four choices, that led all the
time, closer to here. Maybe it could have changed things if I hadnít
left that Museum.
DOCTOR: Yes, and perhaps I shouldnít have got myself captured.
IAN: Well, if your all joining in, I suppose I. Oh, whatís the use.
VICKI: It hasnít happened yet, you know.
DOCTOR: Yes, Vickiís quite right. Quite right.
IAN: Itís only a matter of time, isnít it, Doctor?
DOCTOR: Well, itís not necessarily, my boy.
BARBARA: But Doctor, what can we do now to
DOCTOR: My dear Barbara, you must try and remember, the short time
weíve been on this planet, weíve met people, spoken to them and who
knows, we might have even influenced them.
VICKI: Thatís what I was trying to say, Doctor.
DOCTOR: Yes, I knew you were, child, yes. Yes, I knew you were.
IAN: You mean we donít necessarily have to change our own future. It
could be changed for us.
DOCTOR: Quite so, yes, quite so, my boy.
VICKI: Like the revolution.
[Outside the Museum]
(Guards see Sita and Dako lying on the ground by
the open Museum door)
GUARD: To headquarters, quickly! Look out!
(But they're ambushed by Tor and his men. Another guard tries to jump
Tor but gets shaken off and shot)
(Two Xerons chase a Morok inside and shoot him)
[Outside the Museum]
TOR: Dako, Dako, itís Tor.
DAKO: (waking.) Tor. The barracks, did you?
TOR: Destroyed. The Moroks are on the run. And Vicki. Do you know what
DAKO: She found her friends, then the Moroks came.
TOR: They took them?
TOR: Well, where to, Dako? Where did they take them?
DAKO: Iím not sure. The Governorís office, I think.
TOR: Stay with him. The rest of you, come with me.
LOBOS: Yes. Armoury?
GUARD [OC]: Yes, sir?
LOBOS: Whatís happening?
GUARD [OC]: Weíve been attacked. The weapons have gone.
LOBOS: What? Stay there. Iíll send extra men.
GUARD [OC]: No, the barracks have been wiped out. The Xerons have got
LOBOS: Hello? Hello? This is Governor Lobos. Weíll still get away. Iíve
got a ship standing by at the launching port.
COMMANDER: What about the aliens?
LOBOS: All this trouble started when they arrived. Kill them.
(As Lobos and the Commander start to enter the Preparation room, the
(Lobos and the Commander are shot)
VICKI: Oh, marvellous! Oh, thank you!
DOCTOR: The future doesnít look too bad after all, does it?
[Outside the Museum]
(Exhibits are being removed from the Museum. Tor is
directing them like a wife moving into a new home.)
TOR: Take that straight through.
VICKI: Whereís that going? Whereís that going?
TOR: Well, thatís just going over there.
TOR: All this stuff.
BARBARA: Well, it didnít take them long to dismantle the Museum, did
IAN: No. Well, it must be quite a feeling, getting your own planet
(The Doctor comes out of the Tardis with a tiny gizmo)
DOCTOR: Well, there you both are. Thatís it. Thatís the little thing
thatís been giving us all this dimensional trouble.
IAN: Just that?
DOCTOR: You know, itís a funny thing how it happened. It got stuck. I
donít know whether youíve gone into a room and switched on the light
and had to wait for a second or two before the thing lit itself up.
BARBARA: Yes, I have. I think most people have.
DOCTOR: Well, this is the same kind of problem, you see. We landed on a
separate time track, wandered around a bit, and until this little thing
clicked itself into place, we hadnít actually arrived.
IAN: Ah. Well, thanks very much for explaining it.
DOCTOR: Not at all, my dear boy, anytime, anytime.
IAN: Yes, well, do you want it back?
DOCTOR: Yes, please, yes. I wonder if youíd mind taking it in for me.
Inside the ship. Thank you. I just want to fetch Vicki.
(Ian and Barbara go into the Tardis)
DOCTOR: There, now.
VICKI: But, Tor, surely it doesnít all have to be destroyed. Canít you
use any of it?
TOR: Oh, we only want on Xeros what belongs to Xeros, Vicki. The rest
will be broken up.
DOCTOR: Yes, I think I can quite understand your sentiments, young man.
But you know, you mustnít lose sight of science altogether. You might
TOR: Oh, yes, Doctor.
IAN: Doctor, what is that extraordinary thing youíve got in the Tardis?
DOCTOR: Ah, that my boy, yes. Well that I got from the Space Museum.
This young man here, Tor, very kindly gave it to me as a souvenir.
IAN: A souvenir? Ha! Couldnít you get something a little smaller?
DOCTOR: My dear Chesterton, I donít think I have to ask your permission
for what I take in my ship, and another thing, I will not have
BARBARA: Oh no, Doctor, of course you donít. But, er, what is it? It
looks terribly interesting.
DOCTOR: Yes, well, as a matter of fact, my dear, itís what they call a
Time and Space Visualiser. You know, I couldnít believe my eyes when I
saw it in the Space Museum. And I have an idea I can get it working
IAN: Yes, Doctor, but what exactly does it do?
DOCTOR: You will see, you will see. All in good time. Now then, have
you said your goodbyes?
TOR: Yes. Thank you, Doctor. Your party made our revolution a success.
DOCTOR: Splendid, splendid. Well now, I think we must get moving.
Goodbye, young man.
TOR: Goodbye, Doctor.
DOCTOR: Goodbye, Tor. Come along, my child. Come along.
TOR: Goodbye, Vicki.
VICKI: Goodbye, Tor.
(She gives him a last affectionate look and a wave before going into
the Tardis. Then it dematerialises.)
(On a battered, cratered planet, single-minded
oversized pepperpots are monitoring the continuum)
DALEK: Our greatest enemies have left the planet Xeros. They are once
again in time and space.
DALEK 2 [OC]: They cannot escape! Our time machine will soon follow
them. They will be exterminated! Exterminated! Exterminated!
Episode - The Executioners