The Seeds of Death
Episode Six
By Brian Hayles and Terrance Dicks
1, INT: WEATHER-CONTROL
(The warrior approaches the panels Zoe and Jamie are hiding behind, then stops as there is a pounding sound from down the corridor.)
DOCTOR OOV: Zoe! Jamie! Let me in!
(The creature strides away towards the source of the sound.)
2, EXT: WEATHER-CONTROL GROUNDS
DOCTOR: Zoe, Jamie Zoe! Ohh!
(He moves out of the doorway as another vapour pustule attempts to spray it's deadly load into his face, then fans the spores away with his handkerchief. He
sees a wave of sludge gushing towards him.)
DOCTOR: Oh no!
(He tries to move back into the doorway, but loses his footing and falls head-first into the soup. The Martian fungus has won. Moments later, the victory is
snatched from the fungus as a figure resembling a curious parody of a snowman bursts through the surface of the clinging goo. Covered from head to toe in the
slimy fungus the Doctor continues to desperately rap on the door.)
DOCTOR: Ohh! Zoe!
3, INT: CORRIDOR
(The Ice-Warrior strides down the corridor.)
DOCTOR OOV: Let me in! Zoe, Jamie!
4, EXT: WEATHER-CONTROL GROUNDS
DOCTOR: Are you in there.?! Jamie!
5, INT: CORRIDOR
(The warrior continues to lumber down the corridor.)
6, EXT: WEATHER-CONTROL GROUNDS
DOCTOR: Jamie open the door!
7, INT: CORRIDOR
(Jamie and Zoe have been following the warrior. As it moves towards the door Jamie motions to Zoe to open the door while he leads the warrior off. He edges
close to it, then jumps out.)
JAMIE: Gahhh!
(He waves his arms at the warrior for a moment, then runs down the corridor. The warrior fires at the fleeing target, but it is too slow. It begins to pursue
Jamie down the corridor. Zoe rushes up to the door)
8, EXT: WEATHER-CONTROL GROUNDS
(The fungus is still at neck-height and a blob seems to have attached itself to the top of his head.)
DOCTOR: Zoe, Jamie, if you're there let me in!
(He notices a mammoth pustule begin to expand right next to his face.)
DOCTOR: O-hoh no!
(He covers his mouth with his handkerchief and his eyes open wide in horror.)
9, INT: CORRIDOR
(Zoe rushes down the corridor.)
DOCTOR OOV: Jamie, Zoe open this door! Jamie? Zoe?
10, INT: WEATHER-CONTROL GROUNDS
(The Doctor presses the handkerchief firmly to his mouth and stares in horror at the expanding fungal mass.)
11, INT: CORRIDOR
(Zoe rushes down the corridor and tugs at the door, but it seems to have stuck.)
12, INT: WEATHER-CONTROL GROUNDS
(The Doctor is captivated by the advance of the horrifying vegetable and it's deadly pustule which is half the size of the Doctor and still growing...)
13, INT: CORRIDOR
(Zoe manages to wrestle the door open at last, and in gushes a tidal-wave of Martian fungus which spills down all over the floor like a giant congealing
sneeze. In the middle of the gloop is a soggy, bedraggled, but alive Doctor. He springs to his feet and rushes to help Zoe slide the metal door closed again,
stemming the tide of the battle for the moment.)
DOCTOR: Oh! Oh-oh! Oooh-oh! Oh my word!
(Zoe leads him away from the door.)
DOCTOR: Oh-what? Oh.
(They round a corner.)
DOCTOR: Oh my word, oh that was a dangerous situation! Oh-oh!
ZOE: Oh, it still is Doctor. There's an Ice-Warrior in the building!
DOCTOR: What, wha-what about Jamie?
ZOE: Oh well he drew the warrior off so that I could let you in!
DOCTOR: Oh no, we must help him!
ZOE: Oh no Doctor, this way!
DOCTOR: What?
14, INT: WEATHER-CONTROL
(Jamie skids back into the control room, the hissing breath alerting him to the fact that the warrior is still close behind. He looks for somewhere to hide,
but the warrior was caught up with him. Jamie ducks forward to escape a sonic blast, then runs around a metal support girder, momentarily confusing the beast.
He rushes across the room and through a metal door, pulling it closed and locking it behind him. He runs across the catwalk just as the warrior fires it's
weapon at the door causing the metal to warp and wobble...)
15, INT: CORRIDOR
(Jamie skids to a halt as he almost collides with a still slimy Doctor and Zoe rushing towards the control room.)
JAMIE: Doctor!
DOCTOR: Jamie!
ZOE: Oh Jamie where's the Ice-Warrior?
JAMIE: Oh well, I-I locked him in the room that we were trapped in.
(They all listen for a moment, and they hear the whine of a sonic gun nearby.)
DOCTOR: I don't think he's stayed in there Jamie, come on!
(They all begin to rush the way Jamie was heading, and rounding a corner they come across a door with a sign above reading "SOLAR ENERGY ROOM".
Jamie heads towards it.)
ZOE: Oh look, we could hide in here.
JAMIE: We'd just be trapped again!
(The Doctor reads the sign on the door with interest.)
DOCTOR: No Jamie, I think this is just the place, come on!
(They all enter, closing the door behind them.)
16, INT: SOLAR-ENERGY ROOM
(The Doctor looks around.)
DOCTOR: Solar energy room - that means that's a radiation door. Now if I can just find the control, it must be here somewhere...
ZOE: Oh Doctor hurry!
JAMIE: Oh what do you mean?
DOCTOR: Now just a minute...
(The Doctor moves to a panel and examines what he has to work with.)
17, INT: CORRIDOR
(The Ice-Warrior trudges down the corridor looking all around for it's elusive prey.)
18, INT: SOLAR-ENERGY ROOM
JAMIE: Aye, is that the one?
(Jamie throws a switch and the room plunges into darkness.)
DOCTOR: No Jamie!
(The Doctor turns the switch back illuminating the room again.)
19, INT: CORRIDOR
(The warrior continues it's march, and seeing light flick on and off, it moves towards the solar energy room...)
20, INT: SOLAR-ENERGY ROOM
DOCTOR: It must be one of these.
ZOE: Oh hurry Doctor!
DOCTOR: Ah, there we are, it's got "SHUT" on it!
(The Doctor thumps the switch and the door hums closed just as the warrior lopes into view.)
ZOE: Oh!
(The Doctor pulls Jamie and Zoe away from the door just in case the creature fires through the closing gap.)
DOCTOR: Get back!
(The door shuts.)
21, INT: CORRIDOR
(The Ice-Warrior aims it's sonic disruptor at the door and looses off a volley of deadly soundwaves.)
22, INT: SOLAR-ENERGY ROOM
(They watch from the other side of the metal door as it wobbles like jelly under the onslaught.)
JAMIE: It's trying to blast it's way in!
DOCTOR: Well it should hold for a little while Jamie.
ZOE: Well what do we do now?
DOCTOR: Well, Commander Radnor's sending some security guards...
JAMIE: Oh, a lot of good they'll do against an Ice-Warrior!
ZOE: Solar energy!
DOCTOR: What?
ZOE: When we were on the moon Phipps made a trap.
DOCTOR: Solar energy reflectors, of course! Well we ought to be able to rig something up here.
JAMIE: Aye, well you'd better be quick about it, look that shield-thing won't hold up much longer!
(The Doctor sets to work.)
23, INT: WEATHER-CONTROL GROUNDS
(A squad of oxygen-masked, armed security guards hose their way through the fungus with water tanks.)
24, INT: CORRIDOR
(The Ice-Warrior stops firing for a moment, as if shocked that the door hasn't given way yet. There is a deep wound in the metal surface of the door, a
crater scorched black from the intense sonic energy. With renewed determination the warrior begins to blast away at the warped door again.)
25, INT: WEATHER-CONTROL GROUNDS
(The guards manage to hose their way to the heavy metal door to the Weather-Control Bureau, and in moments they have it open and are through.)
26, INT: CORRIDOR
(The guards rush along the corridor, round a corner and come face to face with the hissing warrior. Several shots are fired, but they rebound harmlessly off
the toughened shell-like carapace. The Ice-Warrior calmly guns two of the guards down, and as the other four run away, the creature gives chase.)
27, INT: SOLAR-ENERGY ROOM
(The Doctor has rigged up two round tin reflectors each with a solar lamp in the centre, and linked to a wire being fed straight from the solar-energy
socket.)
DOCTOR: Is this the sort of thing that Phipps rigged up Zoe?
ZOE: Well, sort of. It's not quite the same - his was bigger.
DOCTOR: I think you'll find that this will be better for...
(There is a sound of conventional gunfire from the other side of the door.)
JAMIE: They're still shooting out there, they don't stand a chance Doctor.
ZOE: Are you nearly ready Doctor?
DOCTOR: Yes, yes, open the door.
JAMIE: Are you sure that thing works now?
DOCTOR: Well the only way to find out is to try Jamie, now open the door!
(Jamie and Zoe stand either side of the door as Jamie presses the control to open it. The scarred door hums open and the Doctor holds up the lamps, then
lowers them as he sees nothing there.)
DOCTOR: He's gone.
JAMIE: Must be chasing after those guards.
(The Doctor looks disappointed.)
DOCTOR: Another moment and we could have destroyed him!
(The Doctor casts a glance back into the room.)
DOCTOR: There's some more H-D cable there.
JAMIE: Eh?
DOCTOR: You reel it out and I'll make the connections.
JAMIE: What, this?
DOCTOR: Yes, yes that's it Jamie, now hurry up...
(Jamie and Zoe set to work unreeling the miles of cable stored in the room.)
28, INT: CORRIDOR
(Not too far away two guards stand firing as four more fall back to a position around a corner. The two guard that were firing seem to have learn their
lesson, and as the hissing Martian approaches they also fall back. The guards rush out of the doorway into the gardens.)
29, INT: WEATHER-CONTROL GROUNDS
(The Ice-Warrior follows the guards as the move out through the path they cut in the sludge when they arrived. A single guard remains, he determinedly aims
his gun at the head of the invader and fires two shots. Twice the warrior reels as the bullets ricochet from it's crusty helmet, then it raises it's own weapon.
The guard swirls under the full force of a far superior weapon to his own, falling lifelessly to the ground, the fungal mass swallowing him up greedily.)
30, INT: SOLAR-ENERGY ROOM
DOCTOR: Zoe, stand by to throw the switch. Jamie, you pull out the cable.
JAMIE: Right.
31, INT: CORRIDOR
(The Doctor exits the room, holding the solar energy reflectors out in front of him as if they were two crucifixes and as he walks Jamie feeds him extra
cable. He gingerly turns a corner looking around all the while, back and front, and turning a corner he hears a hissing sound. The Ice-Warrior has decided not
to pursue the retreating guards, and has returned to finish it's job on the people in the solar energy room. Turning a corner, it runs straight into the
Doctor.)
DOCTOR: NOW Zoe!
32, INT: SOLAR-ENERGY ROOM
(Zoe throws the solar power switch.)
33, INT: CORRIDOR
(The lamps burst into a blaze of intense white ultraviolet radiation causing the unfortunate Martian to contort in agony as it dissolves into another sticky
green puddle.)
DOCTOR: Alright Zoe!
(As the lamps blink off he breathes a heavy sigh of relief.)
34, INT: EARTH-CONTROL
COMPUTER: NO INFORMATION YET AVAILABLE FROM THE WEATHER-CONTROL BUREAU.
RADNOR: Oh no! I'd better get over there.
(There is a whistle from a nearby video-screen.)
DOCTOR: T-Mat control? Commander Radnor.
RADNOR: Doctor!
DOCTOR: Ah, this is the Doctor.
RADNOR: Doctor, are you alright? What's happening over there?
DOCTOR: Yes, well we've had quite a battle here, but ah, things are alright now. Er, there was a warrior here, but we've dealt with him.
RADNOR: Excellent! Is there much damage?
DOCTOR: Well yes, I'm afraid so. I'm going to see how much now. How are you getting along with the signal in the satellite?
RADNOR: Er, Professor Eldred and Miss Kelly are coping with it now.
DOCTOR: Oh good. I'll be back as soon as I can.
(The screen plips to black.)
RADNOR: How's it going?
(Kelly looks up from the pile of circuitry that makes up the guts of a complex space-aerial. Beside is an oscilloscope which is monitoring the signature of
the pulse rate precisely.)
KELLY: We're ready to test.
RADNOR: Play back recording of homing beam.
(The computer plays a looped selection from the signal on the video of moon-control.)
KELLY: Now, that's the Ice-Warriors' homing beam. Let's see if I can produce that exactly.
(The satellite begins chirruping in a completely different to the Ice-Warrior signal.)
RADNOR: Oh can't you get any better than that?
KELLY: I shall, don't worry!
(She fiddles about within the space-aerial with a screwdriver.)
ELDRED: That's it.
KELLY: I'll lock it to that frequency.
ELDRED: Just one thing Miss Kelly. Now that you've perfected this thing, how do you propose getting it to the launching pad without T-Mat?
KELLY: It just so happens I found a petrol car in a motor museum.
ELDRED: Really, what make?
KELLY: I've no idea, but it's got four wheels and it goes. Get this to the vehicle immediately.
(A technician takes the space-aerial guts away.)
ELDRED: Will a car be able to get through the foam?
RADNOR: Yes, I've arranged for a route to be cleared by hosing the foam.
ELDRED: Good, good.
RADNOR: But the only way we'll ever get rid of it permanently is by rain - lots of rain!
35, INT: WEATHER-CONTROL
(The Doctor is crouched under the weather control console.)
JAMIE: It's hopeless Doctor, you'll never get that thing going again!
DOCTOR: I'm not so sure Jamie, after all it's only the controls that are damaged, the-the workings are alright - if we can bypass the controls. Oh...oh.
You got ya knife on you?
JAMIE: Eh? Aye...
DOCTOR: Oh, lend it me would you?
JAMIE: Be careful with this.
DOCTOR: That's it, thank you. There we are!
(He tugs a spaghetti-tangle of wires from the inner workings of the machine.)
DOCTOR: Now what've we got here? Oh yes!
(The Doctor sits on the floor, a drowning man amidst a sea of wires.)
DOCTOR: Yes-yes-yes! Yes, well it's just a...just a case of sorting this lot out that's all...
36, INT: MOON-CONTROL
(The Grand-Marshall's jewelled helmet stares out from the screen on the Martian communications device.)
GRAND-MARSHALL: You should not have killed him! Who will operate T-Mat?
SLAAR: I have studied the controls.
GRAND-MARSHALL: What if the apparatus breaks down?
SLAAR: I shall send warriors to Earth to bring back technicians.
GRAND-MARSHALL: Soon all the humans on Earth will be extinct!
SLAAR: It will take time for fungus to remove the oxygen from atmosphere.
GRAND-MARSHALL: You must use that time to obtain another human, and do not kill him!
SLAAR: No Grand-Marshall.
GRAND-MARSHALL: You will be prepared to activate the homing beam on our signal?
SLAAR: All is prepared Grand-Marshall.
(The screen fades to darkness and Slaar strides away, pausing beside a warrior for a moment.)
SLAAR: I shall return to our ship to finalise invasion plans.
(He leaves.)
37, INT: WEATHER-CONTROL
DOCTOR: Right, now then Zoe, lets see what happens when we try to connect these two together huh?
(He gingerly holds out two pieces of stripped, insulated wire and touches the ends together; as they meet there is a fiery crackle of solar energy and a puff
of smoke.)
DOCTOR: Whup! No I don't think so somehow. Now what about these two?
(He touches two new wires together and there is no reaction. He pushes the exposed filaments into one-another and gives them a firm twist.)
DOCTOR: I...I think I've succeeded in...in-in re-establishing one of these rain circuits Jamie.
JAMIE: Not raining yet.
DOCTOR: Oh Jamie, weather control is a... is a very difficult technology, you can't expect immediate results!
ZOE: Are you sure that you are doing it right Doctor?
DOCTOR: Well I hope so Zoe. Just have to hope for the best that's all. Must get on because there's another little job that I want to do...
JAMIE: Have you not got enough to do already?
ZOE: Well what else is there?
DOCTOR: Well I want to make some alterations to my solar energy device.
(He glances at the two reflector tins with their solar lamps which are lying to one side.)
38, INT: EARTH-CONTROL
(Radnor, Kelly and Eldred watch a video-screen as a solitary rocket sits on a launchpad.)
TECHNICIAN OOV: Lift off in five seconds from now. Five... Four... Three... Two... One... Zero.
(The rocket on the screen rises into the air with a blast of booster fuel. The Doctor enters the room. He is accompanied by his two young companions Jamie
and Zoe, and swathed head to toe in a cheeky little wire-tangle number with optional hand-held solar reflectors. A large square solar battery (with a
dinky-rotating aerial) slung across his shoulder completes the ensemble making it one outfit for Martians to simply die for.)
DOCTOR: With luck Zoe, we shall be having some nice heavy rain before long.
(The Doctor glances at the screen.)
DOCTOR: Ah, there we are.
KELLY: Yes, the satellite.
ELDRED: Isn't that a beautiful sight?
KELLY: We've finished and installed the homing device, it's working perfectly.
DOCTOR: Well done.
KELLY: Doctor..?
DOCTOR: Yes Miss Kelly?
KELLY: I know we're sending up a false signal, but aren't some of the Martian ships bound to follow the right one?
DOCTOR: Well there isn't going to be a right one; there's only going to be ours - the wrong one. And that's going to lead the entire Martian fleet
in an orbit around the sun.
ZOE: But what about Slaar's signal?
DOCTOR: Oh obviously that has to be stopped.
ELDRED: But how?
DOCTOR: Well as soon as the satellite has stopped I shall T-Mat myself to the moon and destroy their homing device.
KELLY: They'll kill you on sight!
DOCTOR: Oh I don't think so, I-I rigged up a-a rather interesting little device here.
(He brandishes the solar reflectors.)
KELLY: What's it for?
DOCTOR: Well it's a development of the solar energy device which you so successfully used on the moon. Only I've succeeded in rendering it portable. I've
er, got a solar battery.
39, MODEL SHOT: SPACE
(The squat, angular, aerial-encrusted body of the satellite tumbles over and over in space in exactly the way a discarded tuna can doesn't.)
40, INT: EARTH-CONTROL
DOCTOR: There, Jamie.
RADNOR: Well there it is, it's in orbit.
KELLY: We're now picking up the alien's homing signal from the moon.
DOCTOR: Well that means that their-their invasion fleet is getting closer. There's not time to be lost. Now are you quite clear? As soon as I have
finished destroying their signal we must activate our signal in the satellite.
RADNOR: Oh we'll be ready.
DOCTOR: Right, then I'll be off.
ZOE: Oh Doctor!
DOCTOR: Yes, what?
ZOE: You will be careful won't you?
DOCTOR: Don't worry Zoe, I will. Are you ready Miss Kelly?
KELLY: But Doctor, our control of T-Mat hasn't been tested!
DOCTOR: Then now is the time to test it!
(He enters a nearby cubicle and vanishes as Kelly operates the controls.)
41, INT: MOON-CONTROL
(The Doctor arrives in an identical cubicle on the moon, and steps out. He notices the communications device, and a warrior who is standing guard with it's
back turned. Slowly the Martian turns and raises it's weapon, but the Doctor is quicker, and bathes the warrior in a blast of solar power from his tin
reflectors. The warrior falls to the ground and liquefies. The Doctor moves to the communications device and tinkers for a few minutes. Suddenly he hears a
hissing breath, before he can move Slaar and an Ice-Warrior enter the room. The warrior raises it's weapon.)
SLAAR: No!
(He turns to the Doctor.)
SLAAR: You, over there.
(The Doctor moves away from the communications device.)
SLAAR: I ordered you to be destroyed!
DOCTOR: Well you weren't very successful were you?
SLAAR: Destroy that weapon.
(The warrior fires it's sonic disruptor at the solar reflectors.)
SLAAR: What is your purpose in coming here?
DOCTOR: Well you don't expect me to tell you that, do you?
(Slaar examines the communications device.)
SLAAR: The directional beam is still operative.
DOCTOR: Yes. I'm afraid you were a little too quick for me.
SLAAR: Are you capable of operating the T-Mat mechanism?
DOCTOR: Oh no, I don't think that I coul...
(Slaar gestures to the warrior who raises it's weapon to cover the Doctor again.)
DOCTOR: Well...well, yes perhaps I could get the hang of it.
SLAAR: As long as you can be useful to us you can live, but this time there will be no escape! You will familiarise yourself with the T-Mat controls.
DOCTOR: Oh, thank you very much.
(The Doctor sits at the console and stretches like a piano player about to give a recital, then moves to tinker with the controls.)
SLAAR: You will not touch the controls until I give the order!
42, MODEL SHOT: SPACE
(The satellite continues to orbit the Earth broadcasting it's dummy signal.)
43, INT: EARTH-CONTROL
KELLY: It's operating perfectly.
RADNOR: Good!
ELDRED: But shouldn't we have waited 'til the Doctor got back?
RADNOR: The moon signal has disappeared hasn't it?
ELDRED: It may be purely atmospheric. For all we know they could be transmitting as strong as ever!
ZOE: The moon signal was strong enough before the Doctor left. He must have succeeded.
JAMIE: Then why hasn't he come back?
44, MODEL SHOT: SPACE
(The satellite continues to confound the Martians as it orbits.)
45, INT: MOON-CONTROL
(The Grand-Marshall address Slaar over the communications device.)
GRAND-MARSHALL: We are receiving your homing signal clearly, soon we shall be entering the gravitational field of the moon.
SLAAR: All is prepared Grand-Marshall. I have obtained the services of another human. He will T-Mat our warriors to Earth.
GRAND-MARSHALL: Good! I shall resume transmission when landing is imminent.
(He ends transmission, and Slaar turns to the Doctor.)
SLAAR: When our warriors arrive you will transmit them to Earth under my direction.
DOCTOR: Yes, but they haven't arrived yet have they? Something might still go wrong you know.
SLAAR: Nothing can go wrong now!
DOCTOR: Well there's many a slip 'twixt cup and the lip.
SLAAR: If anything does go wrong you will be the first to die!
46, INT: EARTH-CONTROL
(An image on a radar-scope shows the progress of the Martian as it approaches the moon.)
RADNOR: Scan closer!
KELLY: If they are going to divert if should happen any moment now.
(They all watch the screen in nervous anticipation.)
ZOE: Look, they're changing course!
RADNOR: I think you're right!
ELDRED: Yes, they're all following the satellite signal!
RADNOR: Then the Doctor must have succeeded, he must have turned off the Martian signal!
JAMIE: Oh, what's happening up there then? Why hasn't he come back?
RADNOR: Don't worry Jamie, a squad of security guards armed with flamethrowers is on their way now. As soon as they get here we'll be able to T-Mat them
to the moon.
JAMIE: Oh they'll be too late!
RADNOR: You'll just have to be patient!
JAMIE: Oh och, I'm sick of being patient!
(Jamie takes Zoe to one side for a moment.)
JAMIE: Zoe, that er, T-Mat thing...do you know how it works?
ZOE: I think so, why?
JAMIE: Could you T-Mat me back to the moon?
ZOE: Oh now Jamie, surely...
JAMIE: Look, either the Doctor's all right in which case we have no need to worry, or he's in danger and he needs my help.
47, INT: MOON-CONTROL
GRAND-MARSHALL: Slaar! We are bouncing between the Earth and the moon! The signal has not led us into the moon's gravitational field!
(Slaar's hissing increases tempo as he becomes agitated.)
SLAAR: Have you lost my signal?
GRAND-MARSHALL: Your signal is being received clearly, but we are off course.
SLAAR: Are you sure your calculations are correct?
GRAND-MARSHALL: Our calculations have been checked, you have sent us into an orbit close to the sun!
SLAAR: Use your retro-active rockets to change course!
GRAND-MARSHALL: It is too late, there is insufficient fuel for manouevre. You have failed us Slaar! We shall all die! We are being drawn into the orbit
of the sun!
SLAAR: This is impossible! The signal...
(He examines the communications device.)
SLAAR: There is no power.
(And turning to the only possible cause for the error....)
SLAAR: You did this!
DOCTOR: Yes.
(He stands up and stares the Ice-Lord calmly in the face.)
DOCTOR: That signal has been going no further than this control room.
SLAAR: But they were receiving my signal!
DOCTOR: Not your signal, ours.
SLAAR: You sent a signal? From Earth?
DOCTOR: We sent up a satellite. That signal has sent your fleet into a false orbit!
SLAAR: The heat of the sun will kill them! You have destroyed our entire fleet!
DOCTOR: You tried to destroy an entire world.
SLAAR: Earth will still die, the fungus will take the oxygen from your atmosphere!
(The Doctor smiles.)
DOCTOR: No, I'm afraid that you've failed there too. We can destroy the fungus.
(Slaar stumbles backwards, and reels against the communications device in shock.)
SLAAR: Kill him!
(As the warrior moves to obey there is a voice from a cubicle in the corner.)
JAMIE: Doctor!
DOCTOR: Jamie, look out!
(The Doctor leaps into action like a turbocharged superhero. Climbing the chair, he is over the control console in two seconds flat, gunning himself into the
warrior behind and tugging at it's weapon-arm. The sonic burst goes wide finding a quite different mark to the one intended. With a lethal bubbling of air the
Ice-Lord Slaar is caught by his own warrior's weapon, his insides liquefying even faster than his countless human victims. He slides to the floor like a wet
sack. Jamie runs from his cubicle towards the Ice-Warrior yelling.)
JAMIE: Creag an tuire!
(The Doctor scurries up from behind the console and thrusts the end of a wire into Jamie's hand.)
DOCTOR: Jamie, a live terminal!
(Before the confused Ice-Warrior can react, both Jamie and the Doctor press a plug either side of the warrior causing the solar energy to lance through it's
form steaming it in it's shell like a large green lobster.)
DOCTOR: Oh down Jamie!
(Jamie throws his plug away and leaps to one side as the warrior collapses.)
DOCTOR: Oh goodness me! Jamie, ah,
(Jamie nods at the Doctor.)
DOCTOR: Thank you very much. We must T-Mat ourselves back to Earth...
48, STOCK SHOT: RAINSTORM
(Lightning flashes and thunder rumbles as dark clouds loom overhead watering the landmasses of the world. As the rain falls the slime and sludge that has
been overrunning the gardens and fields shrivels and dies, then dissolves down leaving no trace that it had ever been there.)
COMPUTER: WIDESPREAD RAINFALL THE COUNTRY, SOME FLOODING BUT NONE SERIOUS. FUNGUS RAPIDLY DISAPPEARING, OTHER WEATHER CONTROL BUREAU COMING INTO
OPERATION. WORLD FOOD SHORTAGES BECOMING PARTIALLY RELIEVED...
(Peeking through a gap in the clouds for a moment, the sun refracts through the sheets of icy water in myriad dazzling colours.)
49, INT: EARTH-CONTROL
COMPUTER: ...NOW T-MAT BECOMING OPERATIONAL AGAIN. MESSAGE TO COMMANDER RADNOR FROM THE SECURITY COUNCIL OF THE UNITED NATIONS, CONGRATULATIONS.
RADNOR: Alright, discontinue report.
ZOE: So you really did know what you were doing at the weather control bureau?
DOCTOR: But Zoe, of course I did!
JAMIE: Aye, well at it took long enough to work, eh?
RADNOR: Well, the rain seems to have disposed of the fungus well enough. Now the next thing to do is to get T-Mat fully operational again.
KELLY: Yes, when moon relay's repaired we must check over the equipment and build in safeguards. From now on T-Mat must be entirely controlled from
Earth.
ELDRED: Oh surely you've learned not to put all of your eggs in one basket in future?
KELLY: T-Mat in itself is perfectly effective!
ELDRED: You need a secondary transportation system, a fleet of rockets on permanent standby!
RADNOR: Yes, but professor Eldred we...
KELLY: There's no need to go to those lengths!
ELDRED: It's a question of common sense, and I'm sure the Doctor will agree with me. Doctor...
(They all look around, but the Doctor, Jamie and Zoe are gone.)
50, INT: SPACE MUSEUM
(Three soggy figures with coats on their heads scurry into the museum.)
JAMIE: Did you really have to make it rain as hard as all that?
DOCTOR: Oh Jamie, sometimes I think you're never satisfied!
ZOE: Oh, what did you rush us back here for?
DOCTOR: Well you know, questions, explanations - it's very difficult, come on.
(He skips into the TARDIS.)
ZOE: Oh where are going now?
JAMIE: Oh it's no use asking him, he's no more idea than the man in the moon!
(The Doctor pokes his nose through the doorway.)
DOCTOR: I heard that Jamie! Come on!
(Jamie and Zoe follow the Doctor back into the TARDIS and the door swings closed after them. There is an ethereal thuddering from within the square blue box,
and with a trumpet blast of worn-out engines it fades into nothingness leaving no trace; save three sets of wet footprints that mysteriously and abruptly end
before a table containing the tiny model of an obsolete ion-jet rocket.)
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The Doctor
Patrick Troughton
Jamie
Frazer Hines
Zoe
Wendy Padbury
Kelly
Louise Pajo
Radnor
Ronald Leigh-Hunt
Slaar
Alan Bennion
Ice-Warriors
Steve Peters
Tony Harwood
Sonny Caldinez
Computer Voice
John Witty
Title music by
Ron Grainer and the
BBC Radiophonic
Workshop
Story Editor
Terrance Dicks
Designer
Paul Allen
Producer
Peter Bryant
Director
Michael Ferguson
(C) BBCTV 1969
Transcribed by
Rynad
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