THE FINAL PHASE
1: INT. MOROK HEADQUARTERS. GOVERNORíS OFFICE
IAN: Is he in here?
IAN: (To the GUARD.) Open the door.
(LOBOS nods to the GUARD who does as instructed.)
IAN: Now get in. Both of you.
2: INT. MOROK HEADQUARTERS. PREPARATION ROOM
(LOBOS and the GUARD enter the room which is filled with a whirring noise. IAN follows but stops, his eyes wide open in horror at what he sees within the
(The DOCTOR is against a propped upright within a machine but he is as still as a waxwork...)
IAN: (Keeping the gun on LOBOS and the GUARD.) 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 as dead.
IAN: (Menacingly.) 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!
(LOBOS moves towards the centre of the room where there is a machine whose workings are contained under a large dome of glass. IAN sees that LOBOS has his
own gun and quickly snatches it from him. He now points two guns at LOBOS and the GUARD.)
IAN: And remember...I shall be watching you very carefully, so donít try any tricks.
LOBOS: There are no tricks in science, only facts.
(LOBOS starts to activates controls on the machine.)
IAN: How long is this going to take?
LOBOS: How can I say? This has never been done before. Perhaps he never will recover.
3: INT. XERON HIDEOUT
(SITA distributes the weapons to the other XERONS whilst VICKI and TOR watch on.)
SITA: Thatís nearly the lot.
TOR: Right, move along. Hurry up.
VICKI: (Worriedly.) Tor?
TOR: Just a minute, Vicki.
(TOR addresses the XERONS.)
TOR: 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: (To the last XERON in line.) Come on, take a ray gun.
(He does so and the XERONS start to file out.)
VICKI: Tor, will everybody be going to the barracks.
TOR: Mmm, 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 other friends.
TOR: Look, after weíve finished here, you can get...
VICKI: (Interrupting.) 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 them.
TOR: Well you wonít have to! (He points to the gun VICKI is holding.) The gun will give us away. Theyíll check the armoury.
(In answer, VICKI passes the gun to TOR.)
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...oh, 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. I...Iíve
got to find them.
(She starts to walk out.)
VICKI: (Turning back.) Yes?
TOR: Wait a moment. (He turns to SITA.) Sita? Go with Vicki to the museum. Iíll join you later.
SITA: Yes, but...!
TOR: (Interrupting.) Donít argue Sita! (He passes the gun back to VICKI.) Do what she tells you.
VICKI: Come on, Sita.
(She happily leads him out of the room.)
4: EXT. MUSEUM ENTRANCE
(The MOROK GUARD who was given the task of getting the cutting equipment walks up to the TARDIS. He examines the lock then signals his compatriots over. Two
more GUARDS arrive with the cutting equipment. They set it up and switch it on.)
MOROK COMMANDER: (OOV.) Soldier!
(They jump to attention as the MOROK COMMANDER walks up.)
MOROK COMMANDER: Leave that. Where is the relief guard for this entrance?
MOROK GUARD: There was no one here when we arrived, sir.
MOROK COMMANDER: You, take over the watch.
MOROK GUARD: Sir!
(He turns to the other two GUARDS.)
MOROK COMMANDER: You two come with me. Iíll get to the bottom of this.
(The MOROK COMMANDER stalks off towards the Morok headquarters followed by the two GUARDS. When they have gone, the GUARD who remains goes and stands on duty
outside the doors to the museum. The hissing of the Zaphra gas can be heard from within.)
5: INT. MUSEUM. ENTRANCE PASSAGE
(BARBARA comes round in the smoky passage and starts coughing. She struggles to her feet and starts to shake DAKO.)
BARBARA: Dako! Dako! Come on!
(She helps him to his feet and places her handkerchief over his mouth. Taking his arm across her shoulders, they continue on.)
6: INT. MOROK HEADQUARTERS. PREPARATION ROOM
(Still under IANíS gun, LOBOS continues to activate the machinery.)
IAN: Well, whatís happening?
LOBOS: His temperature is returning to normal.
(IAN looks at the DOCTOR, obviously impatient...)
IAN: Look, 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.
(There is a sudden loud electronic noise, reducing in scale and volume. The whirring sound stops.)
LOBOS: Body temperature has now been reached.
(IAN puts his hand on the DOCTORíS forehead.)
IAN: Yes, heís getting warmer.
LOBOS: Good. We shanít have long to wait.
(As if in response, the DOCTORíS mouth opens and he lets out a faint cry.)
(IAN goes to open the door to the machine that the DOCTOR is stood in. LOBOS steps forward. IAN raises the gun.)
IAN: Get back!
(LOBOS steps to the GUARD.)
DOCTOR: Ohh! Ahh!
(The DOCTOR staggers forward.)
DOCTOR: Ohh! Support me, dear boy!
(IAN, still trying to point the gun at LOBOS, helps the DOCTOR as requested.)
DOCTOR: Support me over there and sit me down.
(IAN helps the DOCTOR over to a nearby bench.)
DOCTOR: Ahh! Ahh! Ah!
(The DOCTOR sits down, holding his leg in pain. IAN stands next to him, watching LOBOS and the GUARD carefully.)
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, I...Iím not used to being subjected to such low temperatures.
LOBOS: (Quietly, to the GUARD.) When I give you the word, you rush him.
IAN: No, well, weíd better bring the circulation back.
(IAN starts to massage the DOCTORíS arm.)
LOBOS: (To the reluctant GUARD.) Thatís an order!
DOCTOR: Itís all right, dear boy, itís not...itís not the circulation freeze.
DOCTOR: Yes, donít fuss. Now donít do that.
LOBOS: (To the GUARD.) Now!
(The GUARD rushes forward but IAN quickly raises the gun. The panic-stricken GUARD looks at LOBOS, then steps back in surrender.)
DOCTOR: My dear Governor, my dear Lobos, I donít think your soldiers have really got their heart in their job, have they? Mmm? (Laughs.)
Thank you for getting me out of this little predicament.
(He stands up, leaning on IANíS arm.)
DOCTOR: Although, I...would have been better pleased had you done it more voluntary.
IAN: Yes, his conscience did need reminding.
DOCTOR: Yes. Mmm! I know, I know! Mmm.
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, er...frozen stiff. Mmm?
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: (Offended.) The best thing for you, Governor Lobos, is to put you in there! Mmm? Then you will have all the proof you needed! (Laughs.)
(LOBOS looks concerned at the suggestion.)
DOCTOR: But you think yourself lucky. My conscience wonít allow me to do that. Mmm! Itís a pity, isnít it? Mmm? Itís a pity! Mmm mm!
7: INT. MOROK HEADQUARTERS. GOVERNORíS OFFICE
(The MOROK COMMANDER and the two GUARDS enter the Governorís office and immediately overhear the DOCTOR and IAN.)
IAN: (OOV.) Well Doctor, I think the...next thing to do is find Barbara and Vicki, eh?
(The MOROK COMMANDER signals to the GUARDS to stop.)
DOCTOR: (OOV.) Iím not so sure of that, my dear boy. Where did you say youíd left them?
(The COMMANDER, unseen, slowly starts to edge towards the open door to the preparation room.)
IAN: (OOV.) In the museum.
DOCTOR: (OOV.) And the TARDIS?
IAN: (OOV.) Well, that was outside the museum building.
(The GUARDS have followed the COMMANDER. The backs of the DOCTOR and IAN can be seen through the open door.)
DOCTOR: Mmm. I see, I see.
8: INT. MOROK HEADQUARTERS. PREPARATION ROOM
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? Mmm? Or are we...doing...what weíre allegedly intended to do? Hmm? Now,
what do you think? Hmm?
IAN: Well, I...got you out of that thing, I...
DOCTOR: Yes, thatís true
9: INT. MOROK HEADQUARTERS. GOVERNORíS OFFICE
(The MOROKS raise their guns and start to walk towards the preparation room.)
DOCTOR: Thatís true, but Iím sure the Governor here would be delighted if we were both put back in there.
10: INT. MOROK HEADQUARTERS. PREPARATION ROOM
DOCTOR: Am I correct, sir? Hmm? (Laughs.)
(LOBOS looks on as one of the GUARDS clubs IAN to the ground. The DOCTOR turns round and the MOROK COMMANDER points his gun at him.)
LOBOS: (Smiling.) Yes, Doctor. You are quite correct. And it would appear that I shall have my wish.
11: EXT. MUSEUM ENTRANCE
(The GUARD outside the museum hears a noise within. He listens for a second at the door, but hearing nothing further, walks away.)
12: INT. MUSEUM. ENTRANCE PASSAGEWAY
(BARBARA and DAKO struggle on. DAKO has to stop, unable to get his breath. He leans on an exhibit.)
BARBARA: Thereís only a few more feet, Dako.
DAKO: Th... (Coughs.) Theyíll be guards out there, Barbara. (Coughs.) Waiting for us.
BARBARA: (Taking his arm over her shoulder again.) Youíll stand a better chance outside.
DAKO: (Coughs.) A chance of what?
(They carry on.)
13: EXT. MUSEUM ENTRANCE
(The GUARD outside the museum has returned to the doors. Looking through the gap, he suddenly grins and steps back, getting his gun ready...)
14: INT. MOROK HEADQUARTERS. GOVERNORíS OFFICE
(The GUARD who was captured by IAN stands to attention before LOBOS as an investigation into recent events takes place.)
MOROK COMMANDER: I met this soldier on his way here, asked him what he was doing. He said reporting to you on your orders.
MOROK GUARD: I was a prisoner of one of the aliens, sir. He had a gun.
LOBOS: (Sharply.) Which he took from you.
MOROK GUARD: Yes sir.
MOROK COMMANDER: I posted a relief guard and then came here to see what was happening.
LOBOS: You did well Commander. Have this man placed under close arrest.
(The communications unit buzzes.)
MOROK GUARD: (OOV: over tannoy.) Relief guard, exit 4-1-7. The aliens are just about to leave the museum.
LOBOS: Good! Detain them there. Iíll send extra men.
MOROK GUARD: (OOV: over tannoy.) Yes sir.
(He switches off the unit.)
LOBOS: Well, it would appear that this li...little diversion will soon be over, Commander.
(He tries another switch on the unit. There is no response.)
LOBOS: Strange, no reply from the barracks. Well, it seems that a faulty connection has given our friend here another chance. (To the GUARD.)
Go with the Commander. (To the COMMANDER.) When youíve got them, bring the aliens to me.
MOROK COMMANDER: Yes sir.
(They salute and leave the room. LOBOS walks over to the preparation room and slides open the door.)
15: INT. MOROK HEADQUARTERS. PREPARATION ROOM
(Here, the DOCTOR and IAN are sat down under the watchful gaze of two MOROK GUARDS. IAN holds the back of his head.)
LOBOS: Iíve just a word about your friends. Youíll all be together again soon. Perhaps for centuries?
16: EXT. MUSEUM ENTRANCE
(The GUARD watches as the doors of the museum open and BARBARA and DAKO dash out of the gas filled interior into the open air.)
MOROK GUARD: Halt! Halt!
(They stand still.)
MOROK GUARD: Stay as you are. Over to the wall. Over!
(The GUARD pushes DAKO and BARBARA across to the wall.)
DAKO: Sorry Barbara.
BARBARA: Itís all right. Wasnít your fault.
MOROK GUARD: No talking! Hands on your heads. Up! Up!
(They put their hands up.)
SITA: (OOV.) Soldier!
(The soldier spins round as SITA, with VICKI besides him, blasts him with his gun. BARBARA rushes forward to VICKI.)
VICKI: Barbara! Are you all right. You look terrible!
BARBARA: No, Iím fine.
(SITA and DAKO are also having a joyful reunion.)
DAKO: Sita! Where did you come from - and guns?
SITA: Yes, the revolutions 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: Everything...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 walks over.)
SITA: Dako and myself are going to try and see if we can find Tor. Are you coming?
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: Mmm, the Governorís office, I expect. First of all anyway.
VICKI: We donít want to go there, do we? (They laugh.)
MOROK COMMANDER: (Behind them.) Possibly not, but thatís where you are going.
(The GUARD who is with the COMMANDER shoots SITA and then clubs DAKO to the ground. VICKI crouches down by SITA.)
(The COMMANDER walks over to her and takes the gun out of her hand. She stands up besides BARBARA.)
MOROK COMMANDER: (Quietly.) Where did you get this?
(VICKI doesnít answer. He walks over and points his gun at her.)
MOROK COMMANDER: I asked you a question.
VICKI: I...I canít remember.
MOROK COMMANDER: Soldier. Have their been any guerilla actions against us?
MOROK GUARD: Oh, none recently.
MOROK COMMANDER: Have any arms fallen into Xeron hands?
MOROK GUARD: No sir, not that I know of.
MOROK COMMANDER: It seems as though our illustrious Governor is going to have more than his usual batch of questions to ask. Move.
(They move off towards the MOROK HEADQUARTERS leaving SITA and DAKO on the ground besides the first MOROK GUARD.)
17: INT. MOROK HEADQUARTERS. GOVERNORíS OFFICE
(The gun that the MOROK COMMANDER took from VICKI lies on the desk before LOBOS. He tries the communications unit again.)
MOROK COMMANDER: No answer.
LOBOS: No. First the barracks, now the armoury. Well, the soldier will report as soon as he gets there.
MOROK COMMANDER: Yes, you donít think...
LOBOS: (Shouts.) I donít think anything, Commander! (He gets up.) All I know is that this gun came from the weapons store.
MOROK COMMANDER: Mmm. What, er, is going to happen to them?
LOBOS: In due course, they will go into the museum, as planned.
18: INT. MOROK HEADQUARTERS. PREPARATION ROOM
(BARBARA and VICKI are now also imprisoned in here with IAN and the DOCTOR. IAN is trying to force open the locked door.)
DOCTOR: Chesterton! Chesterton! Save your strength. Itís going to take much more than that to get us out of this situation. Hmm!
IAN: Well, Exhibits! In a forgotten museum, eh? Is that how weíre all going to end up?
(He turns to the machine under the glass dome and starts to sabotage it.)
IAN: Not with this apparatus...
(IAN wrenches off a box from the front of the machine. He throws it on the floor and starts to stamp on it. The DOCTOR laughs quietly.)
DOCTOR: Well, my boy, youíd hardly call me a pessimist, but, er, I think itís most unlikely that th...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 nit...thought of it. Iíd have smashed the whole thing
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?
DOCTOR: (Thoughtful.) Mmm.
BARBARA: 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, Mmm? (Laughs.)
IAN: Well, if your all joining in, I suppose I...oh, whatís the use?
VICKI: (Optimistic.) It hasnít happened yet, you know.
DOCTOR: Yes, Vickiís quite right! Quite right! Mmm!
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...
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: Yes, I know you were child, yes! (Laughs.) Yes, I knew you were! Mmm!
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!
19: EXT. MUSEUM HEADQUARTERS
(As VICKI speaks, the revolution is indeed taking place. Two MOROK GUARDS make a run for the museum entrance.)
MOROK GUARD: To headquarters, quickly! Look out!
(They are chased by TOR and four XERONS. Two shots ring out and the two MOROK GUARDS fall next to DAKO and SITA. TOR rushes up to examine his comrades and is
attacked by a third MOROK GUARD. He pushes him off with an elbow jab and shoots him down. As TOR again sees to DAKO and SITA, a fourth MOROK GUARD runs into the
museum. TOR gestures to two of the XERONS who follow him in.)
20: INT. MUSEUM ENTRANCE PASSAGE
(The MOROK turns to make a stand but the XERONS quickly shoot him down.)
21: EXT. MUSEUM ENTRANCE
(DAKO starts to come round, TOR shakes him awake.)
TOR: Dako, Dako! Itís Tor!
DAKO: (Groggily.) Tor, the barracks...did you...destroy it?
TOR: The Moroks are on the run. And Vicki...do you know whatís happened?
DAKO: (Trying to remember.) She found her friends...then the Moroks came.
TOR: They took them?!
TOR: (Desperate.) Well, where to Dako? Where did they take them?!
DAKO: Iím not sure...the Governorís office, I think.
TOR: (To a XERON.) Stay with him. The rest of you, come with me.
(TOR and the other XERONS rush off.)
22: INT. MOROK HEADQUARTERS. GOVERNORíS OFFICE
(LOBOS and the MOROK COMMANDER are in the Governorís office. The communications buzzer sounds...)
LOBOS: Yes, armoury?
MOROK GUARD: (OOV: over tannoy.) Yes sir?
LOBOS: Well, whatís happening?
MOROK GUARD: (OOV: over tannoy.) Weíve been attacked - the weapons have gone.
LOBOS: What?! Stay there - Iíll send extra men.
MOROK GUARD: (OOV: over tannoy.) No, the barracks have been wiped out, the Xerons have got them...
(The MOROK GUARD suddenly gives out a cry of pain and the communicator cuts out. LOBOS desperately tries to re-connect.)
LOBOS: Hello? Hello? This is Governor Lobos!
(LOBOS gives up and, picking up a small case, starts to pack his papers.)
LOBOS: Weíll still get away. Iíve got a ship standing by at the launching port.
(The MOROK COMMANDER briefly checks in the corridor.)
MOROK COMMANDER: What about the aliens?
LOBOS: All this trouble started when they arrived. Kill them!
(They make their way over to the preparation room. The COMMANDER pulls open the sliding door and they enter.)
23: INT. MOROK HEADQUARTERS. PREPARATION ROOM
(The four travellers jump to their feet as the two MOROKS walk in, their guns raised. Behind them TOR and the XERONS can be seen through the open door
running into the Governorís office.)
24: INT. MOROK HEADQUARTERS. GOVERNORíS OFFICE
(The XERONíS aim and fire...)
25: INT. MOROK HEADQUARTERS. PREPARATION ROOM
(The travellers duck down as the two MOROKS fall to the ground. VICKI rushes out.)
26: INT. MOROK HEADQUARTERS. GOVERNORíS OFFICE
VICKI: Oh, marvellous! Oh, thank you!
(She turns round. The others have followed her out and, freed from their future as exhibits, stand there smiling.)
DOCTOR: (Laughs.) The future doesnít look too bad after all, does it? Mmm? (He laughs again.)
27: EXT. MUSEUM ENTRANCE
(TOR supervises the XERONS as they carry the exhibits out of the museum. VICKI watches. Two XERONS carry out a large piece of machinery. TOR points in one
TOR: Take that straight through.
VICKI: (Whispering.) Whereís that going? Whereís that going?
TOR: (Quietly.) Well, thatís just going anywhere.
(He points in another direction to another XERON. Another exits and he points him in the direction taken by the first two.)
TOR: (Sighs.) All this___.
(The last XERON walks past IAN and BARBARA who are stood outside the TARDIS watching the proceedings.)
BARBARA: Well, it didnít take them long to dismantle the museum, did it?
IAN: No! Well, it must be quite a feeling getting your own planet back.
(The DOCTOR comes out of the TARDIS.)
DOCTOR: Well, there you both are, hmm?
(He holds up a small valve-like piece of apparatus and hands it over to IAN.)
DOCTOR: Thatís it! Thatís the little thing thatís been giving us all this dimensional trouble. Hmm!
IAN: Just that?
DOCTOR: (Laughs.) 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 a second or two before the thing lit itself up, hmm?
BARBARA: Yes, I have. I think most people have.
DOCTOR: Well, this is the same kind of problem, you see. We, er, landed on a separate time track, wandered around a bit, and until this little thing
clicked itself into place, we hadnít...actually arrived, Hmm! (Laughs.)
IAN: Oh, well, thanks very much for explaining it.
DOCTOR: Not at all, my dear boy, anytime, anytime! Hmm!
(BARBARA and IAN smile.)
IAN: Yes, er, (Coughs.) well, er, do you want it back?
DOCTOR: Er, yes, er, please, yes. Er, I wondered if youíd mind taking it in for me? Inside the ship, thank you. (To BARBARA.) I just want to
(BARBARA follows IAN into the TARDIS as the DOCTOR walks over to TOR and VICKI.)
DOCTOR: There, now, er...
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, er, lose sight of...science altogether. You might
TOR: Oh, yes Doctor.
(IAN and BARBARA come out of the TARDIS.)
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. (He laughs.)
DOCTOR: 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?
(The smile disappears off the DOCTORíS face. He steps forward, his voice rising in anger.)
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: (Interrupting hastily.) Oh no, Doctor, of course you donít. But, er, what is it? It looks terribly interesting.
DOCTOR: (Mollified.) Yes, well, er, as a matter of fact, my dear, itís what they call a ďTime and Space Visualiser.Ē (Laughs gently.)
You know, I couldnít believe my eyes when I saw it in the space museum. Hmm! But I have an idea I can get it working again.
IAN: Yes Doctor, but what exactly does it do?
DOCTOR: You will see, you will see! All in good time! Hmm hmm! (He turns to VICKI.) Now then, have you said your good-byes?
TOR: Yes, er, thank you Doctor. Your party made our revolution a success.
DOCTOR: Splendid, splendid. Well now, I think we must get moving, er, goodbye young man.
TOR: Goodbye Doctor.
DOCTOR: Goodbye Tor. Come along, my child, come along.
(He walks off towards the TARDIS.)
TOR: Goodbye Vicki.
VICKI: Goodbye Tor.
(VICKI goes to the TARDIS, turning in the doorway to wave goodbye. TOR waves back. The TARDIS dematerialises...)
(In a distant galaxy...on a crater filled planet...)
29: INT. CONTROL ROOM
(The travellers departure has been observed. A DALEK glides up to a control panel and observes the readings. It turns to a communicator.)
FIRST DALEK: Our greatest enemies have left the planet Xeros. They are once again in time and space.
SECOND DALEK: (OOV: over tannoy.) They cannot escape! Our time machine will soon follow them. They will be exterminated! Exterminated!
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