THE DIMENSIONS OF TIME
Written by
GLYN JONES
1: INT. MUSEUM. EXHIBIT ROOM
(The travellers, previously immobile again, come round. BARBARA is the first to spot the change in the room...)
BARBARA: (Panicked and upset.) They’ve gone!
DOCTOR: Yes, my dear...and we’ve arrived!
2: INT. MOROK HEADQUARTERS. GOVERNOR’S OFFICE
(The interior of the Governor’s office is sparse and functional. On one side of the room is a series of tables with machinery and exhibits on top. The
Governor’s desk is circular and rests on a small dais. The Governor himself, LOBOS, sits at the desk. He resembles the rest of the white powerful beings -
Moroks. Another of his kind walks into the room with a large device that he places on a nearby desk. He then turns to LOBOS.)
MOROK TECHNICIAN: Best I could do sir. She’ll be good for another hundred years or so.
LOBOS: What was wrong with it?
MOROK TECHNICIAN: Well, the clasps had broken, rotted.
LOBOS: (Wearily.) Like everything on this planet, including us. (He gets up.) Well, I’ve got two more mimmians before I can go home. Yes,
I say it often enough, but it’s still two thousand Xeron days...and it sounds more in days. (He looks over the device.) Yeah, I know, I volunteered,
you were ordered. If the truth were known, I was just as bored on Morok. (He returns to the desk.) Still it was home, and youth never appreciates what it
has. Oh, I don’t know what I’m going to do now. Still...let’s get on with it, shall we? ____these reports. I don’t know.
(The door has opened and a MOROK MESSENGER quickly enters the room. He salutes by placing his arm across his chest.)
LOBOS: (Testily, not looking up.) I’m the governor of this planet. You’re supposed to show some respect and knock.
MOROK MESSENGER: I’m sorry sir. The matter’s urgent.
LOBOS: Nothing's so urgent you can’t knock on my door.
MOROK MESSENGER: A ship has landed.
LOBOS: (Interested.) From home? There was no advance notification.
MOROK MESSENGER: Not from the planet Morok - alien.
LOBOS: (Smiling.) Alien? Well, this will indeed be a red letter day for the Xeros calendar. Have the crew been detained?
MOROK MESSENGER: No sir. They’ve left the ship. We’ve found footprints but no trace of them. We were unable to enter the craft but it appears to be
uninhabited at the moment.
(LOBOS activates a communications control on his desk.)
LOBOS: Commander ‘B’ Division? We have uninvited visitors. (To the MOROK MESSENGER.) How many?
MOROK MESSENGER: Unknown, but at least three.
LOBOS: (Back into the communicator.) Three or more. Organise a search then detain them for questioning.
(He switches the device off.)
LOBOS: Visitors? Well, we won’t be the only ones looking for them...
MOROK TECHNICIAN: The rebels?
LOBOS: Rebels? This local rabble? They’re children.
MOROK TECHNICIAN: Hmm, 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, they‘ll 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 museum.
3: INT. XERON HIDEOUT
(In a store room, one of the youthful beings dressed in black walks down some steps from where he has been keeping watch through a doorway and walks up to
another. These are Xerons and these two are the ones that failed to see the travellers in the room that contained the Dalek exhibit.)
SITA: Tor is late. It’s 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, he’s just been detained,
stop worrying about it.
DAKO: Stop worrying? Look, we’re just waiting to be rounded up.
SITA: I suppose Tor knows what he’s doing.
DAKO: Huh, does he? I’m beginning to wonder. I know the Moroks have ray guns and we’re unarmed but our only chance is to strike!
(A third of the Xerons, TOR, walks down the steps behind them, unseen by DAKO.)
DAKO: Well, the longer we leave it the greater the risk.
TOR: (Startling DAKO.) But we’ll only get one opportunity Dako, and when we attack we’ve got to win.
SITA: Tor, you’re late.
TOR: I know, something happened; the Moroks have discovered a spaceship.
SITA: A spaceship? Landed here?
DAKO: Where from?
TOR: Well, nobody knows yet. They’d already left it before the ship was found.
SITA: It doesn’t make much difference, they’ll contact the Moroks anyway.
TOR: No, I don’t think they will. They’ve had time to do that and they haven’t. Lobos is organising a search.
SITA: A search?
TOR: Mmm.
DAKO: Tor, I don’t understand. Look, everybody knows what this planet’s 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: Huh! 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, it’s our chance. Well, don’t you see? They’ll 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. You’ve already said that. They’ll find them first.
TOR: No, I don’t think they’ll want to be discovered when they find out about this place.
SITA: If they hide, they’ll hide from us too.
TOR: (Sighs.) I know, but we’ve got to try. Come on!
(The three run up the steps and out of the room.)
4: INT. MUSEUM. EXHIBIT ROOM
(IAN, BARBARA and VICKI lift a large glass case off its plinth. A futuristic gun is the exhibit underneath that they are trying to reach.)
BARBARA: (Finding the glass heavy.) Ah, oh!
IAN: Can you hold it?
BARBARA: Yes.
VICKI: Hurry up, it’s heavy! Oh!
(IAN takes the gun out.)
IAN: All right.
(They lower the case back down.)
IAN: Good.
(IAN examines the gun.)
IAN: Hey, I wonder if it works, hey?
(He pretends to use the gun making a staccato firing noise like a child. The DOCTOR steps forward.)
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! Hmm!
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...
IAN: Mmm?
VICKI: Oh, we can’t stay here, Barbara, can we?
BARBARA: We must do whatever is necessary to keep us out of those cases.
VICKI: I don’t 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 we’re not supposed to do.
DOCTOR: Yes, I think Barbara’s quite right, my dear. If we walk out of here, it could change the future. Perhaps if we wait until we’re 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 won’t have to worry about being turned into dummies at all.
IAN: That’s a good point, Doctor...
DOCTOR: It isn’t a good point at all, my dear boy. The fact is the future - our future, whether we leave here in the TARDIS or not. Hmm!
IAN: (Thoughtful.) Yes...I see...it’s a difficult problem, isn’t it?
DOCTOR: Yes, it is.
VICKI: There’s no answer. But, Doctor, we’ve got to decide on something...
DOCTOR: Decide, my dear? Spinning a coin would be...just as appropriate.
(The DOCTOR walks a few steps away to a pylon type structure. He stands within it.)
DOCTOR: Who would...want to put us on show or display? I wonder, hmm?
(He sits down and ponders. A few feet away, the others watch.)
BARBARA: The Doctor’s curious - that means we stay.
VICKI: You’ve lost a button.
IAN: Hmm? Oh, so I have.
DOCTOR: (Overhearing.) Lost a button? Hmm, that’s interesting. Yes, that’s very interesting. Hmm.
IAN: (Stepping over.) Doctor, why do you always show the greatest interest in the least important things, eh?
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. Er, let’s see now, er, yes what was that fellows name? Erm, erm , erm...
BARBARA: James Watt.
DOCTOR: Mmm? Yes, you know, losing a button could change the future. Mmm. It’s a pity, my dear boy, you didn’t discover it was missing in the cases
when we were standing there st, er, staring at each other.
IAN: Doctor, I’d just come face to face with myself! I wasn’t counting the buttons on my jacket!
DOCTOR: Yes, I quite understand that. (Getting up.) Well, I think we should leave the museum, try and find the TARDIS and make sure that it doesn’t
end up in here. Are you all agreeable.
BARBARA: Mmm.
VICKI: Yes!
IAN: Yes.
DOCTOR: Come along then, come along!
(He leads them out of the room.)
5: INT. MUSEUM. CORRIDOR
(They step into a corridor.)
DOCTOR: All right, my boy. You lead the way.
IAN: Yes.
(IAN, still holding the gun, steps forward but, unsure, suddenly stops and turns back.)
IAN: Well which way? Have you any, er, 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 left.
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 left.
IAN: Doctor, it depends which way you’re facing before you start turning at all!
DOCTOR: (Pointing.) We were facing from there, down here, therefore...
IAN: Doctor, why don’t you admit it - you are just as lost as the rest of us?
DOCTOR: Yes, I suppose I...must confess, I am.
IAN: Ahh!
DOCTOR: Anyway, I suggest we take Vicki’s advice. We can always re-trace our steps. (He point to a door behind them.) So, we go this way and
turn right, hmm? Right.
(VICKI now leads the way.)
6: INT. MUSEUM. CORRIDOR
BARBARA: Well, I don’t remember this.
VICKI: I do.
IAN: Oh-oh! You’re just saying that because we followed your advice!
VICKI: Oh no, I’m not! (Points.) I remember that thing being over there.
DOCTOR: Yes, I think Vicki’s quite correct. Yes, I have a distinct impression, we’ve all been here before. (He thinks.) Hmm, yea...er, yes, of
course! Yes, yes, yes, yes, I know where we are now. (Laughs.)
IAN: You do? Well, which way do we go?
DOCTOR: (Unsure.) Er, er, ergh, ergh...
VICKI: (Prompting him.) Straight ahead...
DOCTOR: Straight...straight ahead, dear boy! Straight ahead! Yes, turn right. (He laughs.)
(He walks between the two teachers and follows VICKI. IAN and BARBARA laugh knowingly to each other and follow.)
7: INT. MOROK HEADQUARTERS. GOVERNOR’S OFFICE
(The communicator on LOBOS’S desk buzzes. He switches it on.)
LOBOS: Yes?
MOROK COMMANDER: (OOV: over tannoy.) Er, commander ‘K’ division; alien spaceship in hand sir.
LOBOS: What news of the aliens...repeat, what news of the aliens?
MOROK COMMANDER: (OOV: over tannoy.) Footsteps were found near the museum. The search is proceeding.
LOBOS: Good. Find them.
8: INT. MUSEUM. CORRIDOR
(The travellers continue their journey back to the entrance way.)
BARBARA: It’s like a maze.
IAN: Well, if we keep going, we must eventually come to an entrance.
DOCTOR: No more talking please. I think we’re nearly there.
(Behind them, the three Xerons step out of a side passageway and watch them as they walk off.)
DOCTOR: And remember, we can be seen by now.
(Behind them...)
SITA: That must be them.
DAKO: And they’re armed!
TOR: Quick! Back here!
(He pushes them back into the side passage.)
TOR: I’ll see which way they go. Then we’ll try and cut them off.
DAKO: They had a ray gun. I saw it.
TOR: Well, that’s no reason to sound downhearted. We were hoping they would.
DAKO: Well, that’s all very well but how do we know they’re friendly? They might shoot us on sight.
TOR: Well, we’ll have to try and make contact before we show ourselves.
SITA: How.
TOR: Well, we’ll catch either the old man or the girl. W...we...we can explain and...and. then, let then let them introduce us to the others.
SITA: Mmm, it’s a good idea.
(TOR peeps round the corner.)
TOR: Look quick, they’ve gone to the right - let’s get them!
(They run off.)
9: INT. MUSEUM. CORRIDOR
(The DOCTOR is first to walk down another corridor. He stops to examine an exhibit with his monocle. IAN cautiously leads BARBARA and VICKI.)
IAN: All clear.
(BARBARA follows IAN. VICKI sees that the DOCTOR is absorbed in the exhibit.)
VICKI: Doctor?
DOCTOR: Mmm? Yes, yes, all right child.
(VICKI walks off. The DOCTOR continues to examine the exhibit for a minute. He chuckles and starts to walk away. Behind him, a door slides open and he is
quickly pulled through. The door slides shut again.)
10: INT. MUSEUM. ROOM
(DAKO kneels down and examines the DOCTOR who lies apparently unconscious on the floor.)
DAKO: You’ve killed him, Sita!
SITA: I couldn’t have! I hardly touched him! He must have fainted.
(Unseen, the DOCTOR opens his eyes.)
TOR: Shut up, both of you. There’s no time for arguments.
(The DOCTOR shuts his eyes quickly. TOR kneels down and looks at him, then stands up again.)
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, don’t worry - we won’t be long. Come on Sita.
(They open the door and leave the room, sliding the door shut behind them.)
11: INT. MUSEUM. CORRIDOR
(The DOCTOR’S absence has been noticed...)
BARBARA: Well, he was following us.
IAN: I know that, but where did he stop?
(Neither of the two women answer.)
IAN: Well, surely one or other of you saw or heard something?
BARBARA: Oh, come on Ian! You weren’t that far in front!
IAN: Barbara, I am not blaming you!
BARBARA: (Snapping.) Well, then stop getting irritable!
IAN: I am not irritable! I...oh, I’m sorry. Of course I’m irritable. I just wish he’d stay with us for once, that’s all.
BARBARA: Well, he was looking in one of the cases. I suppose we could have left him behind.
VICKI: I bet he’s been captured.
IAN: (Dismissively.) Captured!
BARBARA: By whom?
VICKI: I don’t know...those people we saw, I suppose.
BARBARA: (Sharply.) Oh, Vicki! You’re just letting your imagination run away with you.
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 future.
BARBARA: (Angrily.) Well, if we don’t find a few answers, we won’t have a future!
IAN: All right! All right! I agree - we’ve got to do something. I say we go on.
BARBARA: All right.
VICKI: (Tired of the arguments.) Oh, good! That way I think.
(She walks between the two teachers and back down the corridor. They follow.)
12: INT. MUSEUM. ROOM
(TOR and SITA arrive back at the room, TOR carrying a large glass. They slide open the door only to see DAKO lying bound and gagged on the floor. They rush
to release him.)
TOR: Well, what happened, Dako?
DAKO: I don’t know. I turned my back for a second, the next thing I...
TOR: Well, was it the old man?
DAKO: I don’t know!
SITA: Did he go outside?
DAKO: I keep telling you - I didn’t see anything. Huh! One minute was silence and the next minute a whirlwind hit me.
TOR: Well, he must have gone to join the others.
SITA: We’ll have to see if we can find him. Don’t forget they’re still armed.
TOR: Oh, we’ll have to take our chances this time. Otherwise the Moroks will get them first. Come on.
(They rush out, sliding the door shut behind them. In the room, to one side, is the Dalek exhibit. A familiar voice comes from within the casing imitating a
Dalek voice...)
DOCTOR: (OOV: within the casing.) I fooled them all! I am the master!
(The arm extends back and forth as the lid shoots open and the DOCTOR emerges laughing...)
13: INT. MUSEUM. CORRIDOR
(Two MOROK GUARDS patrol the museum, searching for the time travellers. They pass the sliding door to the room where the DOCTOR is hiding. As they walk on,
the door slides back and the old man emerges, still laughing at his victory. He does not see the MOROKS until it is too late. They point their guns at him.)
14: INT. MUSEUM. EXHIBIT ROOM
(IAN, BARBARA and VICKI have arrived back at the room which contains the pylon type structure.)
BARBARA: It’s no good Ian, I...I can’t go on. (She sees the pylon.) Well, we passed this thing ages ago. We’re just going round and round
in circles.
VICKI: How long have we been in here?
IAN: Oh, it doesn’t matter how long. There’s only one thing that’s certain. We’re getting nearer and nearer to those cases. (A thought strikes
him.) The Minotaur!
(He rushes at BARBARA and pulls her cardigan off her.)
IAN: The Minotaur!
BARBARA: Ian, what are you doing?
IAN: Well, don’t 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 haven’t just arrived. We’ve been here for hours.
IAN: That doesn’t matter. From now on we won’t go round and round in circles. Here Vicki - hold it. Come on.
(VICKI grabs the other end of the cardigan and they start pulling.)
BARBARA: Well, you might ask! I mean, that’s a good cardigan!
IAN: Oh, er, sorry, well, er, may we?
BARBARA: Yes...yes, I suppose so!
VICKI: We’ll leave a trail of thread, you see? But Ian! Ian!
IAN: Mmm?
VICKI: If anyone sees it, they’ll be able to follow it and catch us.
IAN: Oh, we’ll get caught anyway if we don’t get out of here soon. Don’t worry about that. Let’s get this...
VICKI: I suppose so.
(Unable to pull the threads apart, IAN tries with his teeth, then gives up.)
IAN: How do you undo this?
BARBARA: Oh, give it to me! Do you have a penknife?
IAN: Oh, penknife? (He gets one out of his jacket pocket.) Yes, there we are.
(BARBARA takes it and starts cutting at the cardigan to free a thread.)
IAN: Ah yes...
14: INT. MOROK HEADQUARTERS. CELL
(The DOCTOR has been placed in a darkened cell. He examines the walls trying to find a way out. Giving up, he sits in a semi-circular perspex chair which is
in the middle of the room bathed in a pool of light. The chair has several electronic controls built into the arms. The DOCTOR is pondering his situation and,
without him noticing, two arms extend from the chair and hold him inside it. The DOCTOR tries to stand up and now notices that he is trapped.)
15: INT. MUSEUM. EXHIBIT ROOM
(The Xerons have found the thread from the cardigan which extends from the pylon.)
SITA: What’s this?
TOR: They’re leaving a trail.
SITA: Why?
TOR: Well, they must have missed the old man. Yes - this was put here for him to follow them!
DAKO: No, I don’t think so. They’d have come back and looked for him.
TOR: Well, whatever the reason, it’s a trail. Now trails are meant to be followed - this way.
(They pursue the trail.)
16: INT. MOROK HEADQUARTERS. CELL
(The wall facing the DOCTOR slides back. LOBOS sits facing him at a desk which has various controls on it.)
LOBOS: Welcome to Xeros - a planet in the Morok empire. What is your name?
(The DOCTOR doesn’t answer.)
LOBOS: Very well. Mine is Lobos. I am the governor of this planet.
DOCTOR: “Curator of a museum” is a better title, hmm?
LOBOS: (Smiling.) 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, er, seems to, er, arouse, er, very little interest.
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! Hmm? (He laughs.)
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, it’s happened before, yes. In many galaxies far beyond your reach.
LOBOS: Why do you come here?
DOCTOR: Exploration.
LOBOS: Ah! Then you are a scientist like myself? It makes a change to have someone intelligent and enquiring to talk to.
DOCTOR: I’m charmed!
LOBOS: Where have you come from?
DOCTOR: Why?
LOBOS: You don’t want to answer? Very well, I’ll try another. Where are your companions?
(The DOCTOR laughs quietly. LOBOS flicks a switch on his desk.)
LOBOS: We can get all the information we require without the need to resort to brute force. Of course, your co-operation would have made things
easier, but it isn’t essential. (Sternly.) I will repeat the question; Where are your companions?
(The DOCTOR laughs again. LOBOS looks at a small monitor on his desk and then activates a communications device.)
LOBOS: Commander ‘B’ division?
MOROK COMMANDER: (OOV: over tannoy.) ‘B’ Division commander here sir.
LOBOS: Proceed immediately to corridor 417. Detain three humans - one man, one woman and a young girl.
MOROK COMMANDER: (OOV: over tannoy.) Message received and understood. It will be dealt with immediately.
(The smile has disappeared from the DOCTOR’S face. LOBOS turns the monitor round so that the DOCTOR can see it. On the screen is a still image of IAN,
BARBARA and VICKI in one of the corridors of the museum.)
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 you’re 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?
(LOBOS stares in amazement at the image that now appears on the scanner - a Victorian penny-farthing bicycle! The DOCTOR laughs again...)
17: INT. MUSEUM. CORRIDOR
(IAN unravels the thread as they make their way through the museum again, but the thread has now run out.)
IAN: The end, I’m afraid.
BARBARA: It didn’t work, did it?
IAN: Oh, I don’t know. We...we didn’t go round and round in circles, we didn’t back-track.
VICKI: If only they had exit signs like they do in ordinary museums.
BARBARA: Well, I suppose we’ll be stuck here until...
(She stops, unwilling to finish her sentence. IAN lays a comforting hand on her shoulder, then walks a little further off.)
BARBARA: Well, may be the Doctor’s wrong and you can’t change the future.
VICKI: Oh, don’t say that, Barbara. I can’t bear to think of such an awful thing happening.
BARBARA: Well, I can’t bear to think of it either, but we can’t...
(IAN comes back.)
IAN: It didn’t work, eh? You come with me!
(The follow him into the next room.)
18: INT. MUSEUM. ENTRANCE PASSAGE
(They have succeeded in finding the museum entrance. IAN slides the entrance doors apart and they look outside. The sound of a crowd can be heard outside.)
VICKI: The TARDIS! They’ve got the TARDIS!
19: INT. MOROK HEADQUARTERS. CELL
(The interrogation is not proceeding as LOBOS would wish it to...)
DOCTOR: Well? No more questions? Hmm?
LOBOS: (Angrily.) Where have you come from?!
DOCTOR: If you take a look into your screen, perhaps you will find that out, hmm?
(A moving image of seals on a rock in the sea appears. LOBOS is stunned. The DOCTOR smiles...)
LOBOS: What are these creatures?
DOCTOR: Just some old friends of mine!
(A still image of a seal now appears.)
DOCTOR: Hmm!
LOBOS: But these are amphibious creatures! You are not an amphibian!
DOCTOR: Oh! I’m not, am I?! Hmm?
(A new image appears - the DOCTOR striking a pose dressed in a Victorian bathing costume and straw boater! The communications device buzzes. LOBOS, scowling,
answers it.)
LOBOS: Yes?
MOROK COMMANDER: (OOV: over tannoy.) Commander ‘B’ division - no fugitive aliens in corridor 417.
LOBOS: You fools! You let them escape! All available divisions - priority search. These aliens must be found at once - maximum security!
DOCTOR: Don’t 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...isn’t...infallible, is it? Hmm?
LOBOS: (Angrily.) 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.
(A new image appears on the monitor - that of the DOCTOR in the display case. LOBOS sees this.)
LOBOS: Yes Doctor, I see you take my meaning. (He presses a control.) Guards.
(Two MOROK GUARDS step into the cell.)
LOBOS: Take him to the preparation room.
(The GUARDS activate a control in the chair, the arms withdraw and they lift a nervous looking DOCTOR to his feet...)
Next episode
THE SEARCH
Dr. Who
WILLIAM HARTNELL
Ian Chesterton
WILLIAM RUSSELL
Barbara Wright
JACQUELINE HILL
Vicki
MAUREEN O’BRIEN
Lobos
RICHARD SHAW
Tor
JEREMY BULLOCH
Sita
PETER SANDERS
Dako
PETER CRAZE
Morok Messenger
SALVIN STEWART
Morok Technician
PETER DIAMOND
Morok Guards
LAWRENCE DEAN
KEN NORRIS
Story Editor
DENNIS SPOONER
Title Music by
RON GRAINER
with the BBC Radiophonic Workshop
Designer
SPENCER CHAPMAN
Producer
VERITY LAMBERT
Directed by
MERVYN PINFIELD
(c) BBC tv
Transcribed By
JOHN TOMLINSON